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marrow-minded · 1 year

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I know you said RWBY ships but I would love to hear your thoughts on Dimivain, Dimiashe and Dimiclaude. Dimitri deserves to kiss boys I think.

IM SO HIGH RN AND IM LOSING MY MIND YOU HAVE MADE MY FUCKING NIGHT IM ROLLING AROUND AND SCREAMING YES YES YES YES YES DIMITRI FIRE EMBLEM MY BELOVED

DIMIVAIN: LITERALLY MY FE3H OTP....

i like. i cant even begin to put into words how much i care about dimivain. these two self destructive men raised the same exact way but are so intelligent and caring and *aware* like sylvain is so so whipsmart and hes so protective of others and hes so loyal to *dimitri* and because dimitri cares about all of faerghus that means sylvain will do anything to protect farghus and dimitri has never had to question sylvains loyalty, dimitri who never lived in a world without sylvain, who sees his own darkness refracted through sylvain into something so damaged but so strong, so dependable.... and also they fuck nasty and have sloppy makeouts and hot prep/badboy dynamics and LORD/KNIGHT IMM GOING TO LOSE MY MINDDDDDDDDDDDD i like have to move on or i wont be able to talk about anything else sorry god okay one last thing i always cast sylvain as my dark knight and hrnnng dimitri having his physical strength from his crest but sylvains so strong and his magic protects him and theres just such TRUST between them both to keep each other alive and in line and they have both seen each other at their darkest and most vicious and and and im really cutting myself off

DIMIASHE: i ship it!

(btw i took an edible so im kinda giving up on the ask meme format but im trying) while i think i prefer yuriashe if ashe is gonna be with a lord, i can 100% stand behind dimiashe shippers. ashe is just a total sweetheart and i think he represents such an idolized notion of knighthood and faerghan ideals that i think he can really ground dimitri in a really cute healthy way, reminding dimitri that there is light and love and peace... i think dimitri/ashe/dedue is Everything

DIMICLAUDE: i ship it!

WOOOOOOWOWOWOWOW DIMICLAUDE.... the rituals are so intricate with them both, like they both have such complex feelings that i kinda think it would be hard on them both to get to that point. like dimitri is so much more self destructive while claude is self preserving to a fault and thats soooo beautiful and interesting! i like them best in modern aus because i think the baggage is a little easier for my brain to navigate in terms of them hooking up... like ough i need need need them to have sloppy makeouts at a house party 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING THIS IM NOT JOKING WHEN I SAID YOU JUST MADE ME SO HAPPY .................... dimitri kissing boys 🥰🥰🥰

#thanks for the ask!#fe3h #HEAVY BREATHING......... DIMIVAIN..........#im clawing at my walls im eating the insulation im insane im normal #dimivain #dimiclaude #dimiashe #dimiashedue? dimidueashe?

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threehousing · 2 years

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Sorry if this is too generic as far as writing prompts go, but I'd be curious to see a little blurb from non-AM Three Houses routes focused on the dimivain dynamic? Platonic or romantic doesn't really matter but I do love these two 💔

oh ho ho HO are you ready for angst. any non-AM blions means angst.

Thank you so much omg!!! and nah bro dw this was not too vague! This was actually perfect I adore sylvain and dimitri's dynamic so much, they do not get enough love. have some very brief and upsetting CF platonic dimivain :)

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The King never could move quietly. He’s always been like that, ever since he was a little kid, snot nosed and terrified by his own strength.

Sylvain knows it’s him without needing to look.

“Sylvain.”

He remembers, once — back when the future had seemed bright and no one had died and left them behind — his friend storming up to him in tears, the pieces of a broken lance held forlornly in his hands. He’d been mortified, Sylvain remembers. Mortified and so, so afraid that Felix was angry with him that he’d sobbed into Sylvain’s cloak until Felix had finally torn around the corner, out-of-breath and red-faced from crying—

Sylvain slides the whetstone over the spear’s blade too fast. The tip nicks his skin and he hisses.

“Sylvain.”

Goddess. Part of Sylvain doesn’t know if he can face him right now, because he knows exactly why he’s here. He can hear it in his friend’s voice, knows the exact look he’ll see in his friend’s eyes.

But he can’t ignore him. Won’t. He’s the King, Sylvain’s King.

“Yes, Your Majesty?”

“Do not— do not do that, Sylvain.”

The energy drains out of him, like it’s leaked through his boots and out into the dirty tent floor below. Sylvain lowers the spear, laying it gently down next to his others. The Lance of Ruin twitches grotesquely as his fingers brush against its grip.

He turns his head. The King’s expression matches the one Sylvain had imagined exactly.

“Apologies, Your Majesty.” He’s wearing his father’s armour again. Sylvain hasn’t seen him out of it since— Arianrhod fell. “I’m not sure what you’re referring to.”

Something seems to break in Dimitri then. His shoulders, broader than life in plated metal, sag, heavy with the same weight that Sylvain has felt crushing his chest for weeks. He swallows. Guilt thickens in his lungs.

“Sylvain, please. I—”

And Sylvain stands, suddenly seized by the need to move. To look Dimitri in the eye on an equal level. To be closer to him, as he chokes on the words sticking in his mouth.

Dimitri clenches his hands into fists at his side.

“I… I ask not as the King, but— as your friend, Sylvain. If you wish to flee, and find somewhere to live the rest of your life in peace, then— then I would not hold that against you. I— I would encourage you to—”

“Your Majesty—”

“Please, Sylvain, let me finish. I am trying to—”

“Dimitri.”

The King breaks off. He looks shaken, and Sylvain tries to recall the last time he’d called his friend by his name.

“I’m not going anywhere, Dimitri. So stop it with that crap.”

Dimitri hesitates for a moment. Sylvain sees the apple of his throat bob. “I— Sylvain. You must be aware of how slim our chances are now. This next battle may very well be my last stand and I— I do not know if I can stomach the thought of losing you here, too.”

“You really are an idiot, you know, Your Majesty? Felix would—” he falters. Tries again. “Felix would hold you at swordpoint if he could hear you talking like this, and don’t get me started on what Ingrid would say.”

Dimitri makes a gut-wrenching, gasping sound and Sylvain takes a step towards him without thinking.

“It’s my fault, Sylvain. I sent them out there— I ordered them to—”

“They made their choices independent of you, Dimitri. They chose to protect Faerghus, just like they chose to protect Faerghus every moment of this damned war. Just like we are now. Just like everyone back in Fhirdiad is. We’re not doing it for you Dimitri. We’re doing it with you.”

Dimitri reaches out, and Sylvain meets him halfway. Their hands meet, solid and real, and Sylvain pulls him in. His King, his friend, his brother. He squeezes Dimitri’s palm through the cold leather of his gauntlet and meets his eyes dead on.

“I’m not going anywhere. We stand together, Dimitri. Until the bitter end.”

#storm writes #sylvain gautier #dimitri blaiddyd #dimivain #fe3h fic prompts #apologies for the fact that this is not paticularly proof-read i was just vibing #GOD though... sometimes I think about pre-tailtean plains post-arianrhod CF and cry #just. just the hopelessness of it. the knowledge they must have of their inevitable defeat at that point. the feeling of not partly caring #bc like. nearly all their friends are on the other side now. no thanks :)#ANYWAY tysm for the prompt it was a PLEASURE hope it meets expectations #writtendown-woundup

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