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misselko · 3 years

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Got this idea from Dimitri’s conversation with Byleth before Fort Merceus battle with the Death Knight. Put some angst, fluff, and a pinch of smut spices into the dish and let it simmer down! At least, that’s what I want! But it turned out... different ;) Sorry not sorry

This one took me some days to write. I hope you enjoy it! Please feel free to give me some advice and ideas for my next fic! Your warm comments will be cherished very much 💕 Thankies!!

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Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Mention of blood, violence, smut

Words: 3316

POST TIMESKIP

Empire will be the only remaining enemy and to move on to the Imperial Capital, Enbarr, capturing Fort Merceus is a must. Praised as the strongest defense with its fortified military installation in the Empire, seizing it won’t be an easy feat.

Liberating Arianrhod, calming down Holy Kingdom of Faerghus political issues, winning over the Leicester Alliance and gained their support. Getting a lead on Lady Rhea’s location. Although things were a rough go, but thinking back on it now, Blue Lions sure has really come a long way. Things have been wonderful in these past moons that it almost feels like dream too good to be true.

You don’t know why but you can’t shake your uneasy feelings and dread. War is raging and everyone knows there is a big battle on the horizon.

“We must not falter in our assault. The Death Knight is the enemy commander in Fort Merceus. He’s an unpredictable opponent. A dangerous one. Please proceed with caution, (Y/N).”

“I will, Dimitri. No need to worry.”

“I have not come this far just to lose you here. I’m serious. Do not be reckless out there.”

“Will you save me if I’m in trouble?”

“Of course, (Y/N). You were the heart of the Blue Lions, and the same holds true for the Kingdom Army.”

You smiled at his concern and hold his hands gently.

“I will do my best as well to support you, my Dimitri.” His cheeks turned into rosy blush at your words.

“Whoaa!! You’re getting pretty chummy, aren’t you, Your Highness? Go get a room!” Sylvain winks and got punched HARD, dragged away by Ingrid. You make mental notes on giving her a delicious roasted meat from that famous new shop in the town later as your gratitude. Serves him right!! ...But you wouldn’t trade them for anything in this world. Everything will be alright with them. Blue Lions are your precious family. It will be fine. Everything will be fine.

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Capturing Fort Merceus is a daunting task. Endless enemies are approaching and relentless. Felix and Sylvain are working together cut through the snipers and mages. Ingrid and Ashe are doing their best to handle the pegasi knights. Dedue, Annette, Mercedes, and Flayn makes great combo on cutting through enemy reinforcements while providing healing to everyone. Slowly but sure, you and Dimitri managed to push Death Knight on the corner. But it doesn’t make things less difficult for both of you.

“You dare stand between me and my pleasure?”

The beginning of it was barely a bellow that grew steadily to a deafening roar, piercing the air and shaking the ground. Areadbhar crack in deafening clash against Death Knight’s Scythe of Sariel. They raised their weapons, waving them overhead.

“Yes. I dare stand against you, Death Knight!!”

Dimitri decides to face Death Knight head on as you tried your best to keep his back safe from the Imperial soldiers assaults. Keeping a close eye on him... just in case, following from a few meters back, cover his blind spots that way, look out for any potential danger. You could see them coming around, carefully and quietly trying to find their way to Dimitri.

Landing sharp blows, you bring the blade down on the head of another mage. Slashing your way through numerous enemies, you start to feel fatigued. Countless enemies lying dead behind. You looked around, among the sea of red and black, a swordmaster is sneaking his way behind Dimitri, ready to ambush him.

But you wouldn’t let it happen!

You were fully offensive, rapidly swinging your sword down on the swordmaster. You were able to deflect, parry, and block most of his attacks until his foot swept across your ankles, knocking you hard to the floor. The swordmaster stood above you, ready to press his sword into your chest to end your life. Fatigue made it harder for you to evade his deadly stab completely. Sound of a weapon piercing through flesh filled your ears, followed by an intense pain in your side. He pulled it back out with a triumphant smirk on his face. Despite the searing pain, you made it in time to grab your own weapon and thrust it up to his neck, your arms shaking as you tried to counter the weight of his attack. Grimace crossing your face as he fell, blood painting the earth a sick shade of red.

You sat up, wincing at the searing, burning hot pain on your side. The stab wound was way too deep. Your hands trembled, desperately attempting to put pressure on the wound as heavy flow of your blood is trickling through your fingers, colors your skin and clothes. The world had turned blurry, and your body felt weak. Ignoring the excruciating pain, you rush forward to help Dimitri. He has won against the Death Knight. But in his brief reverie, the Tempest King failed to notice two opposing snipers are approaching him, expression intent to kill, aiming their arrows at his back.

You acted on instinct, rushing forward, sprinting to intervene. To protect him.

‘We have been through so much together and he’d been through hell and back... I want to ease his pain. Knowing he’s safe... I can be at peace.’

You thought to yourself, launching forward. You barely has energy to stand up, but you tried to muster your last remaining strength to dove in before Dimitri. The arrows managed to easily make it’s way through your armor, landing in your chest and abdomen. ‘I have no regret when it came to protecting Dimitri.’

Your body slammed hard on the ground, careening across the battlefield. A sharp cry pained noise escaped you; that was all it took. Dimitri stiffened at the sound. It pulled him from the high of the battlefield down to reality in an instant.

“(Y/N)!!!”

He turned; filled with horror and rage. The fires blazing around him didn’t give off any heat. The battlefield around him turned black and white. His ears were ringing as if he’d been caught in an explosion. Dimitri went after the snipers and thrust them both at their hearts. After a quick glance to make sure no more surprise attacks happen, he kneels and pulling you into his chest. You looked so small, felt so limp that it sickened him. Broken and battered with littered scars and large wound on your side. Arrows jutting out of your chest, much too close to the heart, and another one lodged deep in your abdomen.

Dimitri watched as the blood pooled around you. Blood... there is so much blood. Your blood.

“Goddess... what were you- MERCEDES! FLAYN!! SOMEONE...HELP!!”

He pulled himself up, beside you, staring at your face. You were so pale. Oh, Goddess, you were dying. Were you already dead?

“I’m sorry.” There isn’t a reason to apologize, you aren’t sorry, but it still came out like the blood that is on Dimitri’s hands now.

“Don’t you dare apologize to me right now,” his voice choked off in his throat feels raw with emotions, barely able to hold back the sob which demands to escape, “not when you are like this. What were you thinking, (Y/N)? You have promised me to not be reckless.” He phrased it in a question, but both know why.

“Y-You... haven’t seen the... swordmaster... and those snipers. Y-You...were going to die...if they attack you. I want to protect you.... and I don’t regret my decision.“

You opened your mouth to speak but immediately coughed, feeling globs of blood on the corners of your lips. Dimitri gripped your hand, his hold so tight that it hurt, but you wouldn’t waste your breath on telling him. You could barely see Mercedes scurried over to your side as quickly as she could, Flayn follows behind her, leaving the Death Knight behind with tears running down her cheeks.

“Please stay awake for me a little longer, please.”

He choked out, pulling you closer if possible as it would keep you from leaving.

The chaos around you went mute as your eyes grow heavy. Maybe a quick nap would suffice.

“No...no, no, (Y/N)!! You can’t do this to me, you can’t-! Please, (Y/N), I can’t lose you too.....”

You felt like you were fading, and the sounds around you faded along with your hazy consciousness. You fell asleep.

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Every second was filled with anxiety; you’d lost so much blood. The wounds were too deep to heal completely. There was little to no possibility of survival. Not after what you’d been through.

The days turned to one week, then two...then three. The physical wounds had healed, mostly repaired and faded to scars. There was potential for things to return to normal, and you may wake up sooner rather than later.

When you opened your eyes again, you found yourself in a dimly lit room, your upper body covered in bandages. The first thing you’re aware of is a dull throb radiating throughout your entire body. You were confused, and moved your head, unintentionally shifting your body and sending a wave of pain through your chest and stomach as you tried to get up. You closed your eyes tightly in response to the return of extreme pain, much worse than you had ever felt before. With much struggle, you sat on the edge of the bed shakily trying to stand up. The door creaked open and you looked up to find Dimitri peering inside.

”You’re awake,” he said, a look of surprise on his face. You tried to stand up and walk to him but failed, Dimitri ran in and caught you before you fell over. “I thought I was going to lose you, (Y/N),” he said, lifting you up effortlessly, settling you gently onto the bed and pulled up a chair.

As cautiously as you could, you managed to sit yourself up. You kept a careful eye on the young king, noting how dark the circles under his eyes have become and how hollow his cheeks have turned. The fact that rest had eluded him for however long you were unconscious was as plain as day.

“You nearly died because of me. I have no right to be... you of all people shouldn’t-!” He managed to say, his voice shaking as his fingers trembled.

His head shot up to look at you, cerulean blue eyes dampened by tears that pooled in them. Your eyes were open, though weakly, looking at him and his disturbed state. You sensed his worry, but also his relief as he hovers next to your bed, engulfing you in his embrace and squeezing you against his chest for all he was worth. He was mindful of your wound, but that wasn’t enough to keep him away. No, he needed you. He needed to be beside you, to feel you, to know you were there.

“I’m okay, Dimitri...” You whispered, resting a hand on his chest where his heart thundered. You closed your eyes against him, relishing the feel of his tender warmth.

You felt how hard and rapid his heart was beating, almost deafening. Your arms wrapped around his heaving back weakly, rubbing it soothingly. He pulled you closer in response—closer, closer, closer, until every inch of you was smothered by him. Hesitant, trembling fingers graced your tightly wound bandages and you felt something warm and wet splatter onto your exposed shoulder.

"I could not stand to lose you,” he spoke slowly, holding your hands so tight that it hurts.

“But I fear that I may if I tell you what is on my mind.”

His voice was as quiet as it could be and it made you frown your eyebrows in worry. You were happy to see him alive, that was your goal when you decided to protect him from the approaching enemies. However, seeing him so distraught and afraid twisted your insides uncomfortably. The way he held your hand so desperately, afraid to let go.

“Dimitri.” You call him quietly, which makes him look at you with those gorgeous eyes of him.

You move your hand to his cheeks, caressing his soft skin, trying to bring him even the tiniest amount of comfort. Leaning to give him a soft chaste kiss on his lips. He reciprocated by open-mouthed kiss you with such fervor. There’s an undercurrent of desperation in the way Dimitri kisses you, as if this is the last moment he’ll ever feel it. It’s almost as if it pains him to be this close to you. You were alive, yet he couldn’t help but doubt it. Perhaps it was once again due to the vicious noises he still heard, though faintly. However, he was glad that they allowed him this moment of happiness.

“I won’t leave you, Dimitri.” You promised between ragged breath, your chest heaving.

“We are so close to ending this. Please, promise me you’ll stay safe. Rest, for now, my beloved.” Leaning down, he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, holding your hand to his chest. “I promise, I will never let you be hurt for my sake again.” Covering you with a blanket and tucking you into bed to retire for the evening.

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After your awakening, the Blue Lions and Professor began incorporating regular infirmary visits into their schedule. They showered you with kind, encouraging words and occasionally bore small gifts (flowers and snacks), always encourage you to get better soon. But your most frequent visitor of all was your beloved gentle king.

It was two weeks since you have gotten better. Mercedes promised to take care after your bandages this evening.

“Are you ready, (Y/N)?”

You met Mercedes’ warm gaze with your own. With a firm nod, you replied, “Ready as I’ll ever be, Mercedes.”

The healer moved closer to you, her skilled hands undoing the set of bandages for the last time. Dimitri averted his frantic eyes to the wall when the dressing loosened just enough for your breasts to peak through. A cold, unforgiving breeze whipped the newly exposed skin, jolting a shiver down your spine. Mercedes sighed, slowly traced the scars your chest and stomach.

“I’m sorry but we will never be able to remove the scars. The wounds all healed, but... the scars will never go away completely. I’m sorry (Y/N).”

Your eyes immediately flashed over to Dimitri’s stiffening frame.

“It’s okay. I will never regret such a thing.” You smiled, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

“Do you need anything else, (Y/N)?”

“No, I’m all good, Mercedes! Thank you for your help.”

“All right, then. Annette said that she needs my help with her baking this evening. We have to finish it before midnight! Should you need anything, please feel free to call me.” Mercedes gave you last smile before excusing herself politely from your quarter.

“Dimitri.”

His jaw clenched tautly; his eyes crunched into a pain-stricken wince. Refusing to look at your scar, a harsh reminder of his failure.

“Look at me.”

He stilled and won’t budge to look at you.

“I will never regret nor blame you for this. It was my decision and if it means saving you, I’ll gladly do it again in a heartbeat. Or... perhaps.... I can understand if you find that my... scars are disgusting, appalling, even....” you whisper softly, almost inaudible. Your surroundings whizzed right past you before you were unceremoniously slammed into your bed.

“DON’T SAY SUCH THINGS ABOUT YOURSELF!!” He growled “I will not allow you to throw your life away for me. If.. If something ever happen to you.. I’ll live a life worse than death itself, (Y/N).”

Not a moment later did you feel something warm and soft press against your lips. His mouth moved awkwardly yet full of affection. Hands planted on either side of your body, ridding any hope of escape from his ravishing kisses. Dimitri pressed his lips further into yours, swallowing your moans. His lips left yours to trail down around your neck, breasts, and stomach lovingly. “This wounds... I cannot lose you again, my beloved.” His body quivered. The King kissing the scars on your cleavage and abdomen, worshiping them reverently with tender touches, almost like touching a porcelain doll. Afraid to break you with his almost inhuman power. Biting and sucking wherever his heart desired until you were covered in nothing but love bites, leaving you a panting mess.

Dimitri held you in his arms, stroking your hair and mumbling whispers of ‘I’m sorry’. Bittersweet smile formed on his lips. He gazed at you, eyes lidded with desires and need, mixed with guilt and love. “(Y/N)... My beloved...” You pulled away slightly to look up at him and smiled.

“Dimitri...” You cupped his cheek in your hand, in which he immediately melted into.

“I love you, Dimitri.”

He blushed at your words, then it dawned on his realization. Suddenly becoming very aware of the... intimate position you were in. “Um, w-well...” As he came to his full senses he released his hands from you, as though from fire and stuttered, quickly pulling away from your panting form. He wasn’t making eye contact anymore, and you followed his gaze downwards on your body. Oh. Without the dreamlike stupor a d hazy feeling to distract you, you realized just how naked you are. Nightgown pooled beneath your waist. Feeling an onset of bashfulness, you also brought an arm up to cover as much of your chest as you could; despite what you had just done with him, the reality of the situation was catching up to you.

He flinched, breaking eye contact and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Ah—Urghh!!! I’m sorry, (Y/N)!! I don’t know what came over me but.. but... P-Perhaps we should... stop... before it escalates any further...” The King unclasped his furred cloak hurriedly and put it over your naked body unceremoniously, hiding his flushed crimson face in his hands again, absolutely brutalized with shame.

“Er.. Be certain to rest for now. We may have undone some of your healing.” Then he said hurriedly, almost inaudibly. “When your strength returns to its fullest, we can pick up where we left off. I promise.”

“Fine...” You giggled, finding his attempt at being serious too adorable. The heat and passion was still very visible in his eyes, and it was obvious that anymore teasing on your end would send him over the edge.

“Thank you for this lovely evening, Dimitri.”

You pulled his hand to your lips and give each of his fingers soft kisses, gazing at him lovingly. Dimitri’s jaw and pants tightened, the poor king desperately clinging onto the last thread of sanity and reason which threatened to snap at any moment.

“Good night, my beloved (Y/N).” Casting one last glance at you and bashfully looking down when he caught your eye, the Blue Lions Leader left with a haste that was probably unbecoming of a gentleman, his long legs taking the steps to the second floor dormitory two at a time. He somehow, somehow managed to reach his room without incident or interruption, locking his door behind him, leaning back against it and covering his burning red face with his hands. His body felt like it was on fire; nerve endings alight with sensations he had long believed were dead.

The pit of his stomach tangled in knots when he thought of (Y/N). All he could think about was your pure unadultered love, beautiful (E/C) that is gazing at him affectionately. Goddess, he was such a sinner. It made him want to put his hands on you. All over you. Repeatedly. Savoring the taste of your lips as you moan into his mouth. Feeling your warmth and love. Unclothed. His mind is running wild. This frantic sensation in his blood, while half-forgotten, was not new. It will be another sleepless night for the poor king. And it’s all because of you.

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ahatintimepieces · 3 years

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In Want of Stitching

I am delighted to present another little fic for the build-a-bear au by @smieska-draws‘ and me! Smieska generously offered to let me post her incredible art above^ with this fic where Hattie is reunited with her favorite doll from her childhood! The doll is worse for wear, but Hattie knows just how to help! Be sure to give Smieska your love, and if you missed it, the previous fic is here. Without further ado, enjoy!

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Hattie kicked her legs as she perched on the table in the breakroom. One hand was propped back, nestled between Dimitri’s bag and her backpack, and the other held her dwindling milkshake left over from dinner. While she waited for her dad to finish up with the last customer before closing, she watched Dimitri fuss with the supplies on the shelves.

He struggled to pull out one of the drawers and the sharp jostle of the handle caused the whole structure to shift. He froze and Hattie’s eyes widened as they waited to see if the cleaning items up top would tumble. While the bottles wobbled like a spinning toy wavering to a stop, they stilled without any avalanche and Dimitri and Hattie relaxed.

“I’m just going to deal with that in the morning,” Dimitri huffed, turning around. “Don’t tell your dad.”

Hattie gave him a thumbs up as she reached the dredges of her milkshake and the straw gurgled as it sucked air between the last of the frosty cream. While he crossed over to the rack of aprons, her gaze drifted down to the floor. The off-kilter shelf had shifted away from the wall, revealing a large dust bunny.

Narrowing her eyes, she tried to get a better look at the mound of grey that seemed to cover something else.

“See ya tomorrow, kid?” Dimitri prompted, snapping his name tag against the magnet on the wall.

“Probably!” She lifted her chin.

“Boss says a daycare center has scheduled a trip to the mall, so we might be busy,” he sighed, reaching for his bag. She scooted out of his way and nodded.

“That could be fun. But also noisy,” she offered, glancing up as she mentally noted to warn Belle, Mu, and Timmy that they needed to avoid the food court for lunch. Maybe hide in the café connected to the bookstore.

“Noisy is right.” Dimitri swung his bag over his shoulder.

“Will Dad have to work on the floor?” She lowered her empty milkshake.

“I imagine so,” he paused on his way to the door. When she placed the cup down and blew a raspberry as she slouched, he prompted, “why?”

“It just means I have to keep Mu and Timmy away. They’re trying to prove he’s magic and can blow things up with his mind.” Scowling, she swung her legs a little too hard and the table creaked underneath her.

“Is that why they asked him to heat up their—”

“Lunch?” She crinkled her nose. “Yeah.”

Dimitri sucked in air before bursting into laughter.

“They looked so mad when he used the microwave!” he wheezed, gesturing to the other table with the offending appliance. “Mu’s stink eye nearly killed me!”

“It’s dumb,” Hattie grumbled.

Catching her frustration, Dimitri reeled in his laughter and cleared his throat.

“There’s no harm in it,” he tried. “The boss can be a bit eccentric, and it can be fun to pretend, but I’m sure even Mu and Timmy know he’s not actually able to light things on fire or…” he paused, giving her a curious look, “steal souls.”

“They sure act like he does.” She turned away, cupping her chin in her hands.

“Have you told them it bothers you when they fixate on it?” Dimitri asked sympathetically.

“Yeah, and they ignore it because they think he actually does all of those things.” Her glare hardened.

“You could talk to the boss?”

“I don’t want him to know about the rumors.” After a beat, she looked up to meet Dimitri’s blank expression. “What?”

“He knows,” he said dryly. Her jaw dropped and he softened. “Listen, you might want to just talk with him about the whole Snatcher myth if it’s getting under your skin, but it’s not harming anyone. I think it also gets the store more foot traffic from teens, which isn’t usually our intended demographic. So, in a way, it even helps!”

Hattie groaned, flopping onto her backpack and staring at the ceiling.

“Hang in there, kid.” His shoes tapped against the tile as he walked towards the door. “But just talk to him. See you!”

“Night, Dimitri.” She gave a halfhearted wave as he left. Once the door shut, she fixated on the faint buzz of the lights in the breakroom.

Seconds ticked by.

She heaved herself up, bored with staring blankly and too tired to stew in her frustration any longer. After scooting to the edge of the table, she dropped down with her flipflops slapping against the ground. She intended to toss the milkshake cup and pester her dad while he closed the workshop, but her gaze shifted back towards the shelves. The oddly large dust bunny piqued her curiosity once more and she crossed over.

Crouching down, she prodded the clump of hairs and silver dust. A dead fly was caught in the webbing and bits of dirt or crumbs were suspended on the hairs. But when she pressed down, a firm something lay between her and the tile.

Shifting, she pressed her cheek against the wall and peered into the crack between it and the shelf. Behind the dust bunny lay a small doll, crushed and crumpled.

After a precursory check for spiders, she reached back and pinched one of the doll’s puffy sleeves. The dust bunny tickled her finger, and she crinkled her nose in disgust. As soon as the doll was pulled out into the open, she batted the wad of grey from its mitten hand, and the cloud of minuscule debris floated harmlessly to the ground. She gasped when she held the doll out in the light.

Beneath the grey streaks of grime, a missing button eye, the torn right arm, and a left hand hanging by a single thread, was the prince doll that she had loved so dearly when she was younger. Her heart soared, but the doll’s state soon had guilt souring her joy.

It had been ages. The last time she saw the doll, he had been a bit worn, but still intact. She had been near inconsolable when she lost him. Her dad promised to get her a new, better doll, but she loved the prince doll because of all the memories they shared. Despite all her searching and tears back then, her dad urged her to move on as the doll had continued to elude her. And no wonder! All this time, the doll had been in the breakroom rather than home. He must have somehow fallen behind the shelf at the workshop when she had been playing, only to be shoved deeper and deeper into the dark over the years.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, frowning at the frayed threads where a button used to be. When she poked the remaining button, it wobbled, threatening to soon snap away as well. She brushed back the yarn hair, covered in dust that caused the chestnut hue to appear murky. The felt crown looked more brown than yellow, and ashen stuffing dripped from the doll’s arm and broken wrist.

But… it was still her favorite doll. Though it had been years, relief surged through her chest.

“I’ll clean you up!” she promised to herself, gently giving the dusty, dilapidated doll a soft hug.

She knew how to sew, at least! And she had the materials at home. She could even surprise her dad! He always reacted positively when she showed him the hats or masks she made.

Scrambling to her feet, she carried the doll over to the table. She grabbed a couple of tissues to wrap him up, both hoping to keep him protected and intact and to prevent the dust from spreading in her backpack. She was just tucking him safely into her bag, nestled between new fabric she got from her millinery lessons earlier and a graphic novel that Timmy recommended, when the door thrust open.

She turned, noting her dad’s slouched posture as he removed his apron, which was common on days he had to both open and close the workshop. Holding his hand over his mouth, he tried to cover a wide yawn, but his sharp fangs still glinted in the light.

“Time to go?” Hattie prompted while zipping up her backpack.

“Finally, yes.” He paused, glancing towards the shelves. “Did Dimitri refill the sewing kits?”

She shrugged in Dimitri-solidarity when her dad turned back around. He accepted it without further prodding and tossed his apron onto a hook.

Hattie slipped on her backpack gently to keep from jostling the doll as her dad pulled out his hair tie and scratched at his scalp. He grabbed his keys and waited for Hattie to shuffle over.

Once he finished locking up and took her hand to lead her through the dark parking lot, she mentally went through the list of supplies she needed to fix up the prince doll. Neither she nor her dad said a word as their footsteps tapped against the still warm gravel. But that was normal for them. Her dad didn’t usually have much to say unless otherwise prompted by people or work, especially when he was tired. So, she continued her quiet pondering all the way home, staring blankly at the streetlights as the radio played family-friendly tunes at a hushed volume.

As soon as they got home, Hattie dashed into her room. She swept her arm across her workbench to clear away the new beret she was making and placed her top hat on the hat display stand her teacher had given her. Since she only had one, it was her favorite top hat that got the place of honor. Then, she dropped her backpack onto the ground and retrieved the prince doll.

He lay on the tissues that were now smeared with grey. Even just folding back the material caused Hattie to swiftly turn away and sneeze, jostling him as he perched on her palm. She’d need to clean the doll, but the open cuts in his arms worried her. After prodding around, she decided it might be better to pluck out the dusty stuffing, since his arms were closed off from his main body anyway. The loose button, too, she thought to remove to ensure easier cleaning.

She got to work, walking back and forth between her room and the bathroom as she ferried supplies. If her dad wondered what she was up to, he didn’t comment as he settled down in the living room to quietly read.

Setting up a doll bath in the sink by lowering the plug, she submerged the doll into the water with iridescent bubbles lining the porcelain. His one arm threatened to come off and his other hand floated at an odd angle. Undaunted, Hattie stuck out her tongue as she scrubbed the dust and cobwebs from his hair. The felt crown popped off at one point, and while she rescued it, the original gilded color seemed beyond saving so she decided to replace it. But she kept the crown nearby so that she could copy the size and shape.

Once the years of neglect were scrubbed away, Hattie drained the sink and rinsed the soap suds from the doll. The chest felt heavy with the water, even more than the lolling head. But hopefully the doll would dry just fine.

While wringing out the water, she tried to squeeze the doll gently, intent on preserving the fragile threads. Finally, she laid him out on a towel and used another to dab up as much water as she could. Wondering if she could borrow her dad’s hairdryer to speed up the process, she hurried into the living room.

“Da-ad,” she called as she padded onto the carpet. “Where’s your hairdryer?”

“Under the sink in my bathroom. Why?” He turned the page of his novel without looking up.

“It’s a surprise.” Arcing around the table, she peeked at the title. She recognized it as Ember’s latest recommendation from her book club. Curious, she slipped over to the armrest where he reclined. She leaned over his shoulder and identified Ember’s annotations that lined the margins in pencil, confirming that she had loved it enough to lend him the book.

“Should I be worried about this surprise?” he asked, unbothered by her hovering.

“Nope!” she chirped cheerfully as she jumped back to face him.

“Carry on, then,” he muttered, his golden eyes flittering back and forth as he read.

The amber light from the lamp behind him skipped across the strands of his hair, painting the coal-colored locks with flickers of iridescent violets. With his cheek pressed into his palm and his elbow on the armrest, his gaze momentarily flickered away from the book as he used his pinky finger to turn to the next page.

“Need something else, kiddo?”

Instead of answering right away, she hopped onto the couch and crawled onto his chest. He held still as she flopped onto her back, staring up at the book.

“Is the story good?” she prompted.

“It’s crafted well.”

“But are you enjoying it?” She tilted her head back into his shoulder. He kept his eyes ahead.

“Not really.” He sounded calm as he said it.

“But you don’t hate it?” she clarified.

“No.” He turned the page.

She sighed, not expecting anything different.

Usually, it didn’t matter. But she didn’t want the same reaction if she asked how he felt about the rumors of the Snatcher. She knew Dimitri thought she needed to talk to him about it but…

“What would you do if you had magic powers?” she asked instead.

“What?” That got him to look down. He quirked a brow and she shrugged.

“If I had magic powers, I would make my top hat like a bag of holding. I could carry all my stuff everywhere and be prepared for anything.”

“Oh.” He relaxed and lifted his gaze back to his novel.

“So, what would you do?” she repeated.

“Hm?”

“What would you do with magic?”

He hummed, lifting his head and reaching over to help steady the book as he turned the page. Once he settled back, he shrugged.

“I’d use it to heat up my coffee.”

For a split second, she wondered if he was also privy to Timmy’s and Mu’s speculations.

“That’s boring.” She narrowed her eyes.

“I’m a boring person,” he provided.

She grumbled and he continued to read. Scooting closer to his arm holding the book, she wedged herself into the crook formed by him and the back of the couch. He shifted slightly, but otherwise let her get comfortable. She curled up so that the side of her head pressed against his chest.

There was a muffled crackling sound, like crinkled paper.

“Hey Dad, do you know about the Snatcher?” She tensed.

“You mean what everyone calls me at work?” He managed a snort. “Or do you mean all that talk of soul-stealing?”

She snapped her head up, baffled.

“Y-you’re okay with it?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He met her gaze, though from the way his palm squished his cheek and he leaned back, he seemed far from interested.

“Because it’s not true!” She gestured wildly. “Isn’t that something your dumb books talk about? Unfair deformation of character.”

“I think you mean defamation,” he corrected with a sly grin.

“That too!” she insisted.

“It gets us more customers and makes my job more interesting. So, no. It doesn’t bother me.” He started to tear his gaze away, “But speaking of my dumb books—”

“But you don’t snatch souls or eat them!” She sat up, knocking his book back. He huffed as he lowered his arm. She perched on his stomach. “People are scared of you!”

“There are worst things,” he said in a lackadaisical tone. Since he couldn’t read, he swiveled his head in his chin to look out at the living room. He tapped his sharp nails against his cheek pensively.

“But Dad—”

“Hattie, it doesn’t bother me,” he interrupted, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. “Didn’t you have something you were in the middle of? The whole Snatcher thing doesn’t matter. It’s not worth getting worked up over.”

She pressed her lips into a tight line to keep from pouting.

“But why doesn’t it bother you?” she tried once more after a moment.

“Kid, that’s enough.” He wiggled his arm trapped behind her back to coax her off. “Go run along.” He suddenly sucked in a breath and covered a noisy yawn. The creases under his eyes deepened as the shadows stretched away from the light.

Hattie deflated.

“Fine,” she grumbled, scooting forward.

He grunted when she leapt off his stomach, but his focus returned to reading without another comment.

Hattie retrieved his hairdryer and returned to her bathroom, where the prince doll remained drenched. She turned the setting to no heat and plugged it in. While the drone of the hairdryer filled the bathroom, she zoned out.

All this time, she had been trying to shelter her dad from the rumors but apparently, she was the only one who cared that people thought he could suck souls out with his fangs like some sort of vampire who loved to sunbathe and didn’t mind garlic.

“It’s not fair,” she muttered under the whirling hairdryer. She glared down at the faceless prince doll. His mitten hand fluttered precariously while the gash in his bicep caught air and caused his arm to fluff up like it had stuffing again.

Her features softened as she carefully tilted the dryer back and forth.

She would rather her dad wasn’t upset by the rumors, which is why she waited so long to say anything, but somehow it felt lonelier than ever when she was the only one who cared.

With a slight slouch, she turned the dryer away and then carefully rolled the doll onto his stomach. She finished drying him out and placed him on a fresh towel while she cleaned up. And though she passed her dad as he returned from the kitchen with a steaming mug while she was on her way to the laundry room, he didn’t question her bundle of towels under his hairdryer.

Her step gained an enthusiastic bounce when she was finally ready to fix the doll. She carried him back to her workbench and gingerly set him down. For reference, she carefully pried the old storybook from her shelf and opened to the most crinkled set of pages, worn from love and constant rereads under her covers at night.

“Here it is, Prince!” She presented the first illustration of the kindly character with puffy sleeves greeting bluebirds, bunnies, and deer. She winced at the doll’s blank face. “Whoops. You can’t see. But don’t worry! I’ll fix that!”

She propped the book back against the worktable and used the beret and open sewing kit to pin it open. After she grabbed a handful of stuffing from her reserves in one of the drawers, found a button to match his eye, and sorted through the spools she’d need, she finally sat down.

Now that the doll was clean, his vibrant crimson coat and purple boots looked just like the illustration. But the blush on his cheeks had faded and one of the stitches meant to look like laces on his boots had frayed. With steady hands familiar with detail work from all her hat making, she looped thread through a sharp needle and got to work.

Fixing the boot and resewing the buttons was a bit tricky, but once the prince had his eyes again, his blank features regained the warmth she remembered. She stuck her tongue out as she restuffed his arms. At first, she wondered if she could add a little muscle definition but no matter how she finagled the lumps, she couldn’t get them to look right.

“Sorry, you’re stuck with noodles for arms,” she lamented dramatically, tugging out the extra fluff.

His large button eyes stared at the ceiling.

The final challenge was stitching his hand back on, and only because the mitten hand was so tiny. She struggled to keep it in place as she threaded the needle through his wrist. After having to backtrack and redo the area a couple times, she eventually got the hand snuggly back into place. The stitches lined his wrist, mostly concealed by the edges of his sleeve.

Then, she only needed to close the tear in his bicep and was able to hide the work under the gold band of his puffy shoulder. Once she placed the scissors down after snipping the final thread, she leaned back with an exhale. As she stretched out her back, she appraised her work.

“How do you feel?” she asked, cupping the prince doll and giving his arm and wrist a few squeezes. When she tapped his button eyes to ensure they remained firmly in place, she glanced up at the illustration to compare. She jolted.

“Your crown!” She whirled around, looking for the dull accessory that had popped off during the cleaning. Her head snapped down and she heaved a sigh of relief when she noticed it had fallen onto her carpet.

She grabbed the felt crown and procured a piece of scrap cloth leftover from the bright yellow beret she intended to give to her dad when it was finished. Snipping the dull crown to flatten it out, she traced its pattern on the scrap fabric. After she cut it out, she glued the edges together, careful to keep it seamless as she held the ends with tweezers.

“Perfect!” She held the new crown next to the prince’s head. She found a lump near the base of the yarn hair where the other crown had been glued previously and glued on the new crown its place. Once the glue had dried and the crown remained fastened to his head, Hattie beamed at her work.

“You look perfect!” She leapt to her feet, hugging the doll to her chest. “Let’s show you to Dad!” She darted over to the living room, shouts of excitement welling from her pride, but she skidded to a stop when she found him fast asleep on the couch.

She heaved out a sigh that dissolved into a blown raspberry.

Oh well.

Since even the book flopped open on his chest visibly quivered from his shivering, she crossed over to the wicker basket filled with throws and blankets and grabbed his favorite from the top. She dragged it over him with one hand, but when she reached the book with pages folding at odd angles, she looked from the blanket pinched in one hand and the prince doll cradled in the other.

“Watch him for me for a second,” she whispered to the prince, dropping the blanket and trading him for the book.

Her dad flinched in his sleep at the sudden shift, but she was too busy locating his bookmark on the coffee table to notice. After guessing where he left off, she placed the closed book next to his mug, which still had a puddle of coffee. She turned back around to find her dad twitching.

“Dad?” She reached out but recoiled at how much heat he radiated.

While his eyes remained squeezed shut, his chest jerked under the limp doll. Panicked panting gripped his restless slumber but before Hattie could try to wake him, he turned to his side, flinging the doll away as he twisted. Hattie bent to catch the prince as her dad’s breathing slowly returned to a calmer pace.

She placed the doll back on the table, fretting as she watched her dad’s tight brows relax. His long, spiky black hair tumbled over his sweaty features, but once his exhales fluttered out like a flickering ember, he began shivering again. Hattie crinkled her nose, holding the back of her hand to his forehead covered by hair and then to his clawed fingers.

Almost like ice.

Unsure whether she wanted to wake him after that, she tugged the blanket the rest of the way and watched him for a few seconds longer. He usually felt colder at night, often kindling the image of a campfire dwindling as those around it slept, but his sudden spike in temperature concerned her.

Was he getting sick?

A few more moments passed, and he remained steady. Hattie gnawed on her lip but decided not to worry. If she woke him up when nothing was wrong, he’d just get grumpy. She’d make sure to check on him later, though.

When grabbing the prince doll, she found it trembled in her palm. She tried to meter her own breathing to soothe herself, thinking her dad’s temperature spike had left her more shaken than she realized. She calmed enough to stop shivering after nestling the doll into the plush pile next to her pillow. But as she walked away to get ready for bed, she did not realize that the prince doll continued to tremble on his own.

Slowly, and like a heartbeat that just remembered its pulse.

#a hat in time #ahit prince #ahit snatcher #ahit hat kid #ahit dadtcher #build-a-bear au #my writing #friend art #smieska-draws #smieska #*Jessie's song from toy story 2 plays in the distance*#'so the years went by~ i stayed the same~'#'i was left alone...'#i love this au for all the accidental toy story refs we can squeeze in #but also when somebody loved me is just a prince song... look deep into your heart... you know its true #ANYWAY I LOVE THIS ART SO MUCH GO GIVE SMIESKA ALL THE LOVE #THIS IS IT!!! THIS IS THE PIECE THAT INSPIRED ME SO MUCH I HAD TO WRITE THE MOONJUMPER BIT ;O;#LITERALLY HAD IT OPEN ON ONE SIDE OF THE SCREEN WITH THE WORD DOCUMENT ON THE OTHER #DOLL PRINCE IS JUST SO CUTE!!!!!! LOOK AT HIS LIL ROUNDED TOESES #LOOK AT THAT DETAIL ON THE SLEEVES AND THAT EMBROIDERED HEART #HIS LIL BUTTON EYES AND HIS YARN HAIR!!!!!#THE COWLICK STICKING OUT OF THE CROWN!!!!! ITS INCREDIBLE AND DARLING AND I LOVE HIM #HIS MITTEN HANDS!!!!!!!!#I WANNA GENTLY HOLD HIM #okay i'll stop crying now but seriously GO SHOWER SMIESKA WITH LOVE AND ADORATION AND ALL THE FELT HEARTS

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indigowallbreaker · 3 years

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That ask got me thinking:

Dimitri stepped out of the changing room, tugging at his new clothes and already feeling his skin burn under the summer sun. “How is this?”

Eyes tinted behind colored glasses, Sylvain looked Dimitri up and down, one hand tapping his chin and the other holding a drink. Dimitri fidgeted even more under his gaze. That Sylvain was looking at him so closely... Dimitri swallowed.

“Hm.” Sylvain shook his head. “Not great, honestly.”

“You cannot seriously expect me to wear less?”

“Could you at least ditch the hat?”

Dimitri touched the woven brim. “But it is so hot...”

Sylvain sighed. “Look, you asked me to help you relax, your Highness. The beach in this world is the best place for that. And to fit in at the beach, you are definitely going to have do better that this.” He gestured at Dimitri as a whole.

It was true that Dimitri’s idea of summer attire hardly matched Sylvain’s. While Sylvain seemed at ease in two toned swim trunks and sandals, Dimitri wore a blue and white stripped button down shirt, tan shorts, and a sun hat. If Sylvain wore clothes like this more often, Dimitri was sure he would never get anything done-- how would he find time between staring and reprimanding himself for staring?

Sylvain stepped forward and tugged at his shirt. “Could you at least unbutton a few of these?”

Dimitri undid the top two buttons. “L-Like this?”

“More.”

Another button.

“More.”

A fourth button.

Sylvain crossed his arms, keeping a tight hold on the drink. “I get the feeling you’re not taking this seriously.”

Dimitri, frustrated, grabbed both sides of his shirt and pulled. Buttons went flying across the boardwalk. Sylvain’s face split in a wide grin. “That’s more like it!” He praised.

The regret was instantaneous. A salty breeze made Dimitri keenly aware of how much skin Sylvain could now see. He tried to position the shirt to cover more of his chest but Sylvain grabbed his wrist. “Nope, that’s perfect. Don’t change a thing! Tits out, your Highness!”

Dimitri produced an embarrassing squeak, cleared his throat, and tried again. “W-What? I don’t have-- That is, why would you say--”

“It’s what Hilda says. Speaking of!” Sylvain let go to take Dimitri by the shoulder instead. “I’ve recruited her and a few others to help us out today. Let’s not keep them waiting!”

Ah, of course. Who better than Hilda to teach Dimitri the art of not working? Dimitri allowed Sylvain to lead him down to the beach. Several other Heroes in various warm-weather outfits dotted the sand, and they waved as Sylvain and Dimitri passed.

“Hey, Hilda! I got him!” Dimitri had been so busy staring around that he hadn’t noticed Sylvain had found Hilda. Looking ahead, Dimitri felt his heart stop. There was Hilda, yes-- wearing sunglasses bigger than Sylvain’s and toting a pink parasol. But beside her was Marianne.

She too held a parasol. Her middle was exposed and she wore a long flowing blue skirt held up by gold and white belts. When their eyes met, Marianne smiled. “It’s good to see you, Dimitri.”

Dimitri, for his part, was much too afraid he would make that squeaking sound again, so he simply smiled in return. Sylvain was louder. “There you go, Marianne! That’s a good smile!” She covered her mouth in a giggle.

“Alright, let’s see what I’m working with here.” Hilda unwound her arm from Marianne’s to do a circle around Dimitri. He resisted the urge to mess with his shirt, sure she would also stop him. “Not too bad. You’ve even got your tits out! I’m not sure about the hat though. Mercedes pulls it off great but you...”

“M-Mercedes is here as well?” Dimitri chose to ignore the other half of her sentence.

“She’s getting a frozen treat,” Marianne said, pointing down the beach. Sure enough, Mercedes was in line wearing a hat larger than Dimitri’s, and, Dimitri could see from this distance, a rather low-cut top. He gulped.

Hilda clapped her hands. “Let’s get started. What do you want to try first? We could sit by the shore with our feet in the water, or lay down in the sand, or nap under an umbrella, or--”

“Is that all you do to relax?” Dimitri interrupted. “You just sit?”

Sylvain snorted. “You can’t relax running around.”

“Unless you’re Leonie or Caspar,” Hilda huffed in clear irritation. “Those two haven’t stopped running around since they arrived!”

“There you all are!” The familiar voice made Dimitri’s head whip around. Once again, he was mentally thrown. Running up to them was Ashe wearing a short sleeved blue hoodie, patterned swim shorts, sandals that strapped at the shin, a basket filled with fish around his waist, and a grin brighter than the summer sun itself. “Look what I was able to catch! We should have a cookout this-- Your Highness!!”

Ashe ground to a stop in the sand. Though he had arguably more clothes on than Dimitri, it still didn’t feel appropriate to stare at Ashe like this. Dimitri solved the problem by looking abruptly down at the fish. “Hello, A-Ashe.”

“I didn’t know you were coming! I’m glad I caught so many fish now.”

An arm looped around Dimitri’s neck. “We’re trying to get Dimitri here to relax,” Hilda explained. “He’s got the look down but now we need to pick something to do.”

“Ah, if you’re going to spend time outside like this, your Highness, you should use this.” Always so genuine and kind. Dimitri felt calm enough to look up now, smiling softly as Ashe pulled something from his belt. “It’s a salve to protect your skin from the sun! I can help you put it on, if you like.”

Any cool Dimitri had gathered back fled once more at the suggestion. “N-No! It is fine. I should be able to apply it myself!”

“Oh.” Ashe frowned. “Are you sure? If you’re not comfortable with me, we could find Professor Byleth to do it. I saw her in the water earlier.”

To his horror, Dimitri let out another of those squeaks. Hilda broke into laughter, head thrown back and parasol over her shoulder. Ashe and Marianne looked concerned but Sylvain took Dimitri by the hand before he could even attempt to explain. “Let’s get you a drink. That should be a better starting point.” He grinned at the others. “We’ll be right back!”

“Thank you,” Dimitri said once they were out of ear shot. His voice was still high as a result of Sylvain’s hand in his-- but even that was more of a comfort than point of stress at the moment. “I was... not prepared for that.”

Sylvain chuckled. “No worries. The women from our world sure are cute, huh? Ashe and Caspar are a treat too!”

“You look good as well, Sylvain.” It needed to be said, even if nerves wrapped around Dimitri’s throat. “This weather suits you.”

The hand in Dimitri’s tightened ever so slightly before Sylvain laughed again. “It’s the tits.” He joked. “Anyway, you should see Dorothea, she looks amazing. And there’s this guy Rhys who’s not hard to look at either.”

Sylvain continued to list the people he’d met as he lead Dimitri to a booth selling colorful drinks. The whole time, he held Dimitri’s hand as if it were an everyday thing for them. As if they always found themselves in another world, tits out, discussing drinks and swimsuits under the hot sun. Perhaps the day would not be the most relaxing-- but Dimitri was certain he would create many good memories this summer.

(inspiration for Dimitri’s outfit from Cosumosu who I’m too scared to @ bc then they’ll know how big a crush I have on their art)

#dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #sylvain jose gautier #dimimari #dimiashe #fire emblem three houses #dimivain #fire emblem heroes #look sometimes you have to stop leading the creativity to water #and just let it drink where it will #todays drink is summer dimitri alt feat. Bisexual panic #mine #fe3h #feh

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megan-is-mia · 3 years

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Omggg I love your blog!! I'm new here and I'm already so hooked! 😊💖

Could I please request #14 of the monster yandere prompt with Malleus?? With spiciness of NSFW if possible please

XOXO

(I hope you stay hooked cause you’ll be in for a crazy ride, and hell yeah you can get your NSFW. You are lucky cause this fic is loooong) 14. “You know you can’t run from me forever, one day I’ll catch you” (Yandere! Malleus Draconia x Fem! S/o) (WARNING NSFW AND NON-CON AHEAD) ((MILD CHILD GROOMING)) “Malleus do wipe that bitter expression off your face” Lilia said in a scolding tone as he poked the young king whose mouth was fixed in a deep grimace. “I don’t want to, if I must go to this christening then I will but I refuse to pretend that I’m happy about it” Malleus replied folding his arms and looking out the window of the carriage. “You were so excited about going before, why the sudden change?” Lilia said giving the draconic-fae’s face another sharp poke.

“That was before you told me it was in the Enchanted Dominion” Malleus said, the corner of his mouth twitching with the force of his frown. “You know I cannot stand that bratty little prince Dimitri, and now there’s going to be two of them” he added with a shake of his head. The Enchanted Dominion was the kingdom closest to the Valley of Thorns, and because of that considerable effect was put in by both countries to keep their diplomatic relations at least peaceful if not outright friendly. “Actually it seems that King Klaude and Queen Eden were blessed with a little princess this time. I believe they’ve named her (Y/n), for the Queen’s late mother” Lilia said, his lips quirked up into a half-grin as he noticed that Malleus’s posture had relaxed with this additional information. They rode the rest of the way to their destination without any further chatter. The two fae were escorted into the banquet hall where a great celebration was already in process as various dignitaries approached to pay their respects to the baby.

Malleus let out a sigh as he walked up to the cradle where the infant princess lay half-asleep. As he stared down at the baby, he found himself begrudgingly thinking that she was rather cute. Not as cute as Silver had been as a babe, but definitely deserving of the cooing and coddling that had been given to her by all the visitors. Absentmindedly he reached down to stroke the child’s cheek and her little eyes popped open to look up at him. (Y/n) gurgled and tried to grab the fae’s finger in her tiny fist. It was like a switch was flipped inside the draconic-fae at this action by the newborn and he scooped the child up despite the cries of protest from the seated king and queen. (Y/n) continued to gurgle and stared up at Malleus sending him into a trance of sorts as his heart raced with infatuation for the sweet infant. It took Lilia tapping his shoulder for the young fae to finally return to reality and set the babe back in her cradle even as she tried to cling to Malleus’s fingers and began to cry as he walked away. Even as he put distance between himself and the child, the draconic-fae’s mind was filled with thoughts of the infant princess. He remembered nothing of the festivities that followed after everyone had paid their respects to the baby and he thought of nothing but her until the next day. Well, that wasn’t entirely true… even though he forced himself to focus on his responsibilities Malleus still found his mind wandering to the condition of Princess (Y/n) to the point that even Lilia noticed he was out of sorts. It wasn’t until the young king finally sent a messenger, in secret, to the Enchanted Dominion to inquire about the state of the baby princess that he was finally able to get some peace and complete his work for the day. At first, receiving an update once a day about the state of little (Y/n) was enough to satisfy Malleus’s curiosity. However, as the months passed the daily message he received just wasn’t enough anymore. He wanted to see the young princess, see how much she’d already grown in the last four months. Malleus had to fight the urge to simply teleport to King Klaude and Queen Eden’s castle to satisfy his need to see the child. He forced himself to be patient and wrote a formal letter requesting permission to visit the castle under the guise of a diplomatic visit. His request was eventually approved and the day after he was able to finally see little (Y/n) again. She was crawling now and was just as cute as he remembered her being if not more so. It was clear, even now, that the baby princess would be a great beauty when she grew up. Regretfully the dragon-fae wasn’t able to spend as much time as he would have liked with the little princess before he was dragged off on a tour of the castle by the king and queen. However, this brief second encounter with the adorable child confirmed one thing in his mind: Malleus could not wait for another four months to pass by before the next time he saw young (Y/n). He resolved to begin visiting the child in secret so he could watch over her like a benevolent ghost or a faithful shadow. Five years passed by, and Malleus dutifully watched over (Y/n) as she grew from a crawling baby to a waddling toddler and into an energetic little girl. He came to realize that his infatuation with her was not only growing but slowly turning into something not as innocent as it had been originally. The draconic fae knew it’d be only a matter of a few more years before the princess would be old enough to start entertaining potential suitors, and that was assuming that she didn't end up betrothed before that! The very thought of such a thing happening irked him beyond belief. In Malleus’s opinion, no mortal man would ever be worthy of his darling (Y/n). However, there wasn’t much he could do to stop such an event from happening. Unless… he asked for the princess’s hand before anyone else had the chance and secured his claim on his future queen now. That thought should have disgusted him, wanting to take a child as his bride to be. Yet instead it filled him with immense satisfaction when he really took the time to think about it. Really he was the best choice for the princess. Their kingdoms were right next to each other so their union would allow their countries to merge and prosper under their joint rule. Malleus knew that some of the lower-fae might object to having a human queen at first but he was sure they’d come to adore (Y/n) with time. Even though she was still very young, the dragon-fae could tell she would only grow in grace, intelligence, beauty, and maturity as the years went by. He’d already seen it during the times he’d already spent by her side.

When the time came for them to finally wed there would be no way anyone could object to their marriage. Yet before any of that could happen, he had to ask for King Klaude and Queen Eden’s permission to become Princess (Y/n)’s betrothed. When Malleus went to ask for that honor he did not go empty-handed. Oh no, he wanted to make it quite plain to his beloved’s parents that he’d make for a suitable husband with extravagant courting gifts as he made his request. However, the king and queen did not respond the way he’d hoped they would. Instead of being impressed by the gifts and his heartfelt request they were disgusted by his intentions towards their second-child. Malleus’s eyes narrowed as these pathetic mortals tried to lecture him about how reprehensible they found his offer to be. They threatened death upon him as well as war on his people if they ever caught wind of him getting anywhere close to the young princess again. Malleus found himself consumed by rage and teleported back to the Valley of Thorns unaware that his wrath had taken corporeal form as green flames that sprouted where he’d been standing last before spreading like an actual wildfire through the castle ravaging objects and killing people in its wake. When news of the terrible disaster came to the young king the next day he found himself desperately hoping that (Y/n) had somehow survived the terrible blaze.

Sadly this was not to be. While King Klaude, Queen Eden, and Prince Dimitri had managed to get out alive, the little princess had been consumed in the inferno before it had been successfully extinguished and the Enchanted Dominion held a funeral for their dearly departed princess a week later. Even Malleus attended the event albeit in disguise. He was far from ready to face the reality that (Y/n) was truly dead nor was he ready to handle the accusations from the king and queen for his crime.

Malleus spent the next decade and a quarter in a deep depression. What was the point of living when you had nothing to live for? He ate little, slept little, and tried to keep his mind busy with work improving the Valley of Thorns. Alas, there were still times when his mind was filled with thoughts of (Y/n) especially when the anniversaries of her death and christening passed by each year. This year would have marked the princess’s eighteenth birthday, the year she’d finally have been old enough to wed. Overcome with sorrow the young king disappeared in the forest that covered the border between the Enchanted Dominion and the Valley of Thorns to wander aimlessly until his mind would finally allow him some peace. When suddenly a beautiful voice caught Malleus’s ear and made him stand straight at attention. The voice was clear as the call of a songbird and soft like the jingle of sleigh bells. The draconic-fae found himself drawn to the voice, determined to find out what its source was. Malleus followed the voice all the way to a glen with a cottage situated at the center but it wasn’t the cottage that truly interested the dragon-fae at this moment. No, his interest was for the figure who had been singing all this time. For a moment, he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him; there was no way the scene unfolding before him was really happening. There in the glen, looking like she didn’t have a care in the world… was Princess (Y/n). Not as he remembered her, but how he’d imagined she’d one day be. Beautiful and graceful as can be, (Y/n) sang for all the world to hear as she walked away from the cottage and toward where Malleus was standing in the shadows of the trees. As she drew closer the young fae was able to see the burned flesh of her left cheek and right arm clear as day. Malleus felt rage begin to bubble in his stomach, he’d been lied to all this time. The princess hadn’t died in the fire he’d created! They’d hidden her away in the forest probably in an effort to make him stop pursuing her. “So this is where they’ve been keeping you all these years… clever” Malleus said, stepping out from where he’d been standing in concealment and making the young woman shriek with surprise. “Hello (Y/n), you’re looking quite lively for someone who supposedly died in a fire thirteen years ago” he added with a smirk as the girl stared at him with bug-eyed disbelief. “Come on, I know you can speak. I just heard you singing quite beautifully before you knew I was here” he finished before going silent to await her response. “King Draconia! How’d you find me?!” (Y/n) said with undisguised horror. She’d spent most of her childhood and teenage years in fear that the dragon fae would locate her. The great fire he’d caused was one of her only vivid memories of her youth and had been the basis of many nightmares when she’d first been brought out into the forest. Her parents had been planning to marry her to a foreign prince this year and she would never have to worry about being in the crosshairs of a fae again. “Fate my dear child of man, we are meant to be together and so fate made it so” Malleus said coolly as he advanced on (Y/n) and grabbed her wrist as the girl’s eyes darted from side to side as she tried to formulate an escape plan. “ (Y/n), I would advise against trying to flee from me for you’d only be postponing the inevitable. You know you can’t run from me forever. One day I’ll catch you, and the longer it takes for that day to come the more pain you’ll cause both yourself and your family” he warned softly. “What do you want from me?” (Y/n) asked quietly even though she already knew the answer to that question. “The same thing I’ve always wanted from you. I want you to be my wife. I need a queen to rule by my side and I want that queen to be you” Malleus said calmly as he pulled the young woman against his chest and wrapped his other arm around her waist to keep her there. “And what if I don't want to be your wife or your queen?” (Y/n) said hesitantly and received a patronizing laugh from the dragon-fae in answer to her question. “I’ll raze the Enchanted Dominion to the ground and still take you as my bride. I’m giving you a choice to either accept your destiny with dignity or to cause massive suffering for your kingdom through a refusal of your destiny” Malleus said gently but firmly making it clear that there was no choice, not really. “I’ll marry you… and I promise not to fight” (Y/n) said quietly, letting her head flop forward to rest against the fae king’s chest. She was dimly aware of him pressing his lips against her forehead before everything went dark. Malleus cast a minor sleeping spell upon (Y/n) with a kiss to her forehead. He knew that she was probably trying to process everything that had just happened and wanted to ease the process by letting her rest for the time being. He teleported the two of them back to his castle and into his chambers where he gently tucked the young woman under the covers with another kiss to her forehead before leaving the room. As much as Malleus wanted to stay by (Y/n)’s side and bask in her beauty, his kingly duties called.

First thing, first he needed to tell Lilia the joyous news and start the preparations for the wedding. He found the older fae hanging around one of the attics in the castle and gleefully told him of his discovery in the woods. Lilia was overjoyed to see his ward smiling again after so many years of sorrow and he eagerly agreed to oversee the arrangements for Malleus and (Y/n)’s wedding. He shooed the young fae away telling him to not worry about it and that he’d handle the specifics of the matter. Next thing to do was sending a wedding invitation to King Klaude and Queen Eden. He kept it simple and didn’t reveal the identity of his bride until the final sentence of the invitation. Malleus handed the letter off to a messenger and sent them off to the Enchanted Dominion to deliver it to his future in-laws. The draconic-fae spent the rest of the day buzzing through his paperwork with a vigor he hadn’t shown in years. By the time the sun had set, Malleus was finished with his work and retired eagerly to his chambers where (Y/n) awaited him.

As he locked the door behind him, the dragon-fae smiled to himself. The princess was still deeply asleep from his spell and there was a little smile on her face. Malleus sat on the bed and ran his fingers through (Y/n)’s hair and found himself memorized by her beauty. The burn-marks on her face and arm did not detract from her good locks, if anything they made her even more beautiful in his eyes. He still wished that things had turned out differently and that he had been granted her hand when he’d asked all those years ago. However, Malleus couldn't say he was totally unhappy with how things had turned out. Sure, (Y/n) was afraid of him for now, but with time she’d come to see how much he loved her and fall just as madly in love with him as he was madly in love with her. The young king was certain of it, he would make the princess a happy bride, happy wife, and happy queen in time. The young fae was pulled from his thoughts by the young woman moving in her sleep and letting out a soft whimper It was clear that (Y/n)’s sweet dreams had now turned into a nightmare and Malleus dispelled the enchantment he’d placed upon the young woman allowing her to wake up from her terrible dream. The young woman blinked slowly and looked around her with an expression of confusion on her features. The draconic-fae did not speak, allowing his darling human to take in the features of the room as he continued to stroke her hair soothingly as she did so. “How do you feel child of man? I’m sorry for the abrupt waking but you were having a nightmare” Malleus asked and felt the princess suddenly stiffen as if she only just remembered who she was in bed with. The young fae let out a sigh as he pulled down the covers and pulled (Y/n) out and up into his lap. “Relax my dear (Y/n), everything is alright, your bad dreams cannot hurt you anymore” he said softly pressing his nose against the nape of the young woman’s neck.

“King Draconia… Did you… did we? While I was…” (Y/n) trailed off her face turning bright red with embarrassment as she tried to articulate her question. Malleus found it adorable how easily flushed the matter made her. He knew humans took such interpersonal relationships more seriously than the fae did and he couldn't resist teasing his sweet human a little over it. “Did I deflower you while you were asleep?” he asked bluntly, making the girl blush even more as she nodded her head.

“What do you think? Do you think I took your innocence already?” the fae crooned, enjoying the way the young woman squirmed at his words and her skin began to heat up from how flustered she was. “Be at ease, I was only teasing you a bit. Your virtue is still very much intact my dear child of man” Malleus said with a chuckle. “And that is how it will remain until our wedding night my love so worry not. I promise to not lay a finger on you until then” he finished pressing a kiss to (Y/n)’s chin. “King Draconia—” a finger was placed over (Y/n)’s lips. “— (Y/n), I’d prefer it if you called me by my first name. We’re going to be married after all so you might as well start getting used to it” Malleus interrupted gently. “Malleus” the young woman said, not quite sure she liked the way the word sounded in her mouth. “Malleus... how long until we are to be wed?” she said even though she didn’t really want an answer to her inquiry. Maybe if the date was far enough in the future, she’d have a chance to escape and warn her family. “We will be wed by the end of the week my dear” Malleus replied, his words chilling (Y/n) to the core. “E-eh-end of the week?! That’s way too soon! We hardly know each other, we can't get married yet! I already agreed to marry you, can’t we take it slowly?” the princess said frantically with obvious dismay in her voice. “I have already been forced to wait thirteen years for you to reach maturity my dear child of man. So on the contrary, I think the end of the week is not soon enough” the fae replied with a small frown. “But, but… I’m not ready to be queen” (Y/n) said desperately. “I can’t be queen! Look at me!” the princess added frantically gesturing at her burnt face and then looking back at Malleus with a pleading look. “I am looking at you (Y/n), and what I see is the soon-to-be Queen of Thorns” the fae said resting his chin on the girl’s shoulder. “You have nothing to worry about, I will be by your side every step of the way through this experience you have my word” he finished as he pressed kisses to her collarbone. (Y/n)’s mouth opened again, but no words came out. What else could she say? The fae’s mind had been made up and there was nothing she could say to change it. Sure she could try running away, but doing such a reckless thing was sure to backfire on her. Even if she got away, Malleus would undoubtedly go after her family and take out his rage on them. The princess felt tears welling up in her eyes and soon her cheeks were damp as the tears began streaming down like little rivers on her face. Malleus forced her to turn around in his lap so he could wipe the tears away and spoke what he must have thought were words of comfort but only brought despair to (Y/n) who sobbed until she was out of energy and passed out in the fae’s lap. The next few days were a blur to the princess, between the lectures on fae etiquette in the morning and being forced to accompany Malleus when he held court each afternoon there was hardly a moment of peace for the young woman.

The only relatively quiet moments (Y/n) got were the three hours in the evening during the dress-fittings for her wedding gown. The seamstress had the tact not to ask about the burns that covered the princess’s left cheek, upper back, right arm, lower abdomen, and left leg. The young woman knew the fae wanted to ask questions but appreciated that she did not voice them. Instead putting her energy into making sure the dress would fit (Y/n)’s conservative tastes and cover her marred skin. The day of the wedding finally arrived with the finishing touches being put on the dress even as (Y/n)’s face was caked in make-up and her hair was pulled back into an elegant updo. Since her father King Klaude would probably not be in attendance, the ancient fae Lilia Vanrouge had volunteered to be the one to walk the young woman down the aisle and was permitted to help with getting her into the freshly completed gown. Once everything was laced up the girl was permitted to see herself in a mirror. “Well I’ll be, you look exquisite” Lilia commented as he watched the girl stare at her reflection with wide eyes. (Y/n) found herself overwhelmed with sorrow. The woman in the glass looked like a regal queen, not the terrified teenager she knew she was under the makeup and dress she wore. For a moment despite how ridiculous it was, she considered trying to run for it now. However, Lilia’s hand clamping down on her arm and gently guiding out of the room put an end to that notion. (Y/n) let herself be led down the aisle to where Malleus stood with an eager grin at the altar. Distantly she was aware of the sounds of screaming. The princess turned her head and locked eyes with her mother Queen Eden. She wanted to run to her mother and hide her face in the familiar warmth and aroma of cinnamon that clung to the queen’s clothes. However, she couldn’t move a muscle, whether it was because she was frozen with fear or it was because Malleus had bewitched her… she’d never know. When the time came to recite her vows there was no passion behind the young woman’s words, which were in vast contrast to the dragon-fae’s impassioned oaths that had been spoken only moments before hers. They exchanged rings and kissed before (Y/n) was swept off her feet by Malleus and carried up to his chambers before being dropped on his bed. She watched as the fae fumbled to undo the tie on his dress shirt before giving up and just ripping it off before sitting on the bed and kissing her again. This kiss was worlds different from the one they’d just shared at the altar and all the ones he’d given her over the past six days. This kiss was hungry, and it would not be easily satisfied. (Y/n) tried to pull away from the liplock but Malleus’s arm wrapped around her waist keeping her close as he forced his tongue into her mouth and ran it over the roof of her mouth, inside of her cheeks before darting under her tongue in what he probably thought was a playful move. (Y/n)’s vision was starting to go dark from lack of air when Malleus finally pulled back before flipping her over to start unlacing her dress before running out of patience and just tearing the back open so he could feel her skin under his hands. He had planned on taking his time originally, it was going to be his darling’s first time with a man and he did not want to hurt her unnecessarily. However, she looked so intoxicating it was hard to hold himself back and not just rip everything off so he could bend her over and fuck her. He had to force himself to take a few deep calming breaths as (Y/n) quivered beneath him. With his head a bit clearer now, Malleus slowly pulled the top half of the dress down to the young woman’s hips as he peppered kisses down her spine. He sat back on his heels and began unbuttoning his shirt and jacket so he could shrug them off onto the floor beside the bed. The dragon-fae gently rolled (Y/n) onto her back once more before bringing her hands up to his lips so he could kiss them. “I love you” he said in a low purr as he continued to press kisses to the girl’s fingers and gazed down at her with his cheeks now a faint shade of pink. “I love you so much” Malleus added, adjusting his grip so he could pull (Y/n) up into a seated position and kiss her again. He let go of her hands but kept kissing her as he wrapped his arms around her waist and began laying back so she’d fall on top of him. One of the fae’s hands crept down to cup at the curve of the young woman’s ass before lightly squeezing it.

(Y/n) threw her head back and let out a soft squeak at the sudden grope to her rear before hiding her face against Malleus’s neck. The young king smirked to himself as he squeezed again this time with a bit more force, and received a second adorable sound from the girl as her cheeks turned red with embarrassment. Not wanting to waste any more time undressing her, Malleus snapped his fingers making (Y/n)’s dress vanish into thin air and leaving her with nothing but her undergarments to preserve her modesty. The young woman tried to squeeze herself flat against the fae, shivering from how drafty the room was as well as the fear she felt coursing through her veins. Malleus allowed her to lay like that for a few moments before he coaxed her head up for more kisses. He slipped a hand under the cup of her bra so he could grope her chest experimentally. (Y/n) wasn’t the most well-endowed but the bounty she did have was more than enough in his eyes. He playfully pinched her nipple enjoying the way she twitched in response to his touch. The dragon-fae’s other hand retook its place on the young woman’s rump, squeezing roughly before slipping in between her thighs to press his nails against the fabric of her panties and tease her clit underneath. (Y/n)’s body twitched again, this time more violently and the fabric of her panties became damp from the stimulation she was receiving. Malleus pulled back from the kiss to chuckle at this cute response and continued his teasing until the young woman was shaking like a leaf with her eyes rolled back from his ministrations. (Y/n) wasn’t completely oblivious to the carnal pleasures of the body. She’d experimented quite a bit when she was first going through puberty. Yet all of that had been on her own, it was something else entirely to have her body manhandled by someone who knew what they were doing and wasn’t afraid to get a bit rough with her. Thankfully Malleus’s fingers went still and fell from between her legs to rest on the bed as his face contorted into an expression of thoughtfulness before he brought that hand up to her chest With a hand already under her shirt, it was easy for the young fae to pull the princess’s brassiere up and off her body before tossing it aside onto his shirt and jacket on the floor. Malleus pressed his face between (Y/n)’s breasts inhaling her unique aroma of raspberry and blackberry. His tongue flicked out from his mouth as he licked up the valley betwixt her boobs lapping at her delightfully, soft skin before reluctantly pulling back so he could reposition the girl into facing away from him with her legs straddling his chest. The young woman was perplexed momentarily by this sudden shift in position before her eyes focused in on the bulge in the fae-king’s pants and felt his hand on her back forcing her to bend forward. (Y/n) braced an arm on the bed next to Malleus’s thigh and with the other, she shyly ran her fingers over his clothed erection. Her move was rewarded with a soft growl and she repeated it a few times before a squeeze to her leg told her that more effort was necessary.

Timidly she undid the buttons to the draconic-fae’s pants and let out a yelp at his boner, no boners sprung free. (Y/n) stared bug-eyed at the twin dongs with a bewildered expression before jolting as her panties were ripped off and something wet touched her clit. Malleus’s free hand pat her butt to remind her of what she was supposed to be doing before it trailed down to the nape of her neck and gently pushed down on it so her face was now brushing against the dragon’s double cocks. Taking the hint she stuck her tongue out to give one of dicks a cautionary lick. The other she ran her fingers over tentatively. Malleus let out a purr and thrust his tongue into her cunt in answer to her inexperienced touches. (Y/n) was starting to understand what was being asked of her and responded accordingly, shyly taking the head of one member into her mouth and the other into her fist before slowly taking more of the fae’s cock until it was all the way in and someway down her throat. She went still for a moment, letting her oral chamber get used to the feeling before she pulled back a little and repeated the process with her hand moving in time to her mouth. While she jerked and blew the dragon-fae, he, in turn, fingered and tongue-fucked. Malleus knew if he wasn’t careful and didn’t probably stretch (Y/n) out beforehand he’d only hurt her instead of pleasing her. His free hand trailed down from her neck to tease her chest again causing the girl to choke a little on his rod. Slowly (Y/n) managed to find a rhythm to her movements and was able to disassociate somewhat from what was happening to her. Of course, it wasn’t possible to completely dissociate with Malleus’s mouth and fingers in her pussy but she was going to take what she could get. Her brain was going a bit hazy now, the combination of being eaten out and having a cock down her throat making her vision go blurry before she felt something burst inside her and she came all over the young fae’s face. A moment later she felt his cocks twitching in her mouth and hand, this was the only warning she got before she found herself coated in cum both inside and out. She had no choice but to swallow the dragon’s load as he lazily licked up her fallen juices and gave her cunt a quick swipe with his tongue to make sure he got everything. (Y/n) pulled off Malleus’s cock and tried to wipe off the cum on her face and hand on the mattress with little success before she was abruptly forced onto her back again. The fae-king stared down at his wife’s flushed face and felt both his heart and cocks twitch at the adorable sight before him. Malleus positioned himself between (Y/n) legs and lightly pressed the heads of his cocks against her now well-prepped pussy. He smiled at her as he began to slowly sink into her inviting depths. The young woman let out a whine, even though she’d already stretched out by the fae’s fingers and tongue it still wasn’t enough to make this part completely painless. Thankfully Malleus took his time sheathing himself, running his hands over (Y/n)‘s skin and pressing kisses to help her relax and take him without injury. The princess’s legs were wrapped loosely around the young king’s hips and her hands had balled into fists that caused her nails to dig into her palms so they were bleeding a little. The fae went still when he noticed this and clicked his tongue scoldingly before he reached down to force her fingers to uncurl from clenched fists “If you need something to grip onto, may I offer these instead?” he crooned bringing her hands up to his horns and gently encouraging her to grab tight to them before resuming the task of slowly burying himself inside the girl’s cunt. (Y/n)’s hands tensed up on Malleus’s horns and she began babbling nonsensically for him to stop. The fae-king ignored these ramblings as his mouth latched onto one of the young woman’s boobs and began to suck lightly as he finally bottomed out inside her. Malleus did not move until (Y/n)’s breathing had stabilized again and her body had finally relaxed again. He pulled back a little, and thrust forward striking her sweet spot directly and making her body arched up into his. The fae repeated this motion again and again with varying speed and intensity. Sometimes it was slow and gentle, sometimes it was fast and rough, and sometimes it was somewhere in between. Regardless it didn't take long until the young woman was babbling for a very different reason. To the fae-king’s delight, his darling human’s hips pushed back against his needily which only egged him on into being wilder and wilder with her. His teeth dug into her neck, her chest, any flesh he could get his mouth on was soon covered in marks. It made for a fitting contrast the burn-marks of passionate rage and the bite-marks of raging passion to cover his beloved one. Even better when (Y/n)’s fingers fell from Malleus’s horns they found a new perch in his shoulders and he let out a lusty growl as she bit down on his shoulder. The two drove each other closer and closer to that coveted high of orgasm before finally going over the edge in a fit of moans and groans that shook the very walls. Neither party spoke for a long while, too busy trying to catch their breaths as the horny haze over them began to clear. Malleus finally gathered the strength to gently pull out, his cocks flopping limply against the mattress as their exit was followed by a gush of cum flowing out of (Y/n)’s ruined cunt. The fae gently scooped the escaping jizz back into his darling’s pussy making her whimper weakly at this attentional stimulation to her already oversensitive body. Malleus chuckled softly as he pressed a kiss to her forehead and grabbed a plug from the nightstand beside the bed. Carefully pressing it against (Y/n)’s gaping cunt until it slipped it and prevented any more cum from dripping out and ruining the sheets. He had a second reason for doing such a thing of course. He knew that the sooner they had a child the better. A babe of their two people was sure to put an end to any objections that the princess’s parents might attempt to raise against him for taking what was his. Malleus knew that the human king and queen wouldn’t dare try to start war if there was an unborn grandchild they might put at risk. Plus… he wanted to be a father, a real father. As he pulled (Y/n) under the covers with him, his mind was full of thoughts of their future together as the King and Queen of Thorns… THE END

#Yandere Malleus Draconia #Malleus Draconia #Yandere TWST #TWST #Yandere Twisted Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland

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HiJack AU - Rise of the Guardians Plotbunnies

(Context: Before Hiccup returns to HQ when the Guardian signal came up, he was spending time with Jack, as per usual. When the signal came up, he had to go. Jack looked disappointed, because Hiccup had just arrived a bare ten minutes ago. It was the quickest the Aide of Hope had to leave. Hiccup was in a rush to leave, since it was the first time in a long time that the urgent signal was put up to assemble all guardians at the same time, the last time was to report about what had happened to Kozmotis. In his rush, he wasn't thinking, and accidentally kissed Jack on the cheek in a parting kiss.

They were both shock.

Before Jack could collect himself to make a respond, Hiccup dashed off, all the while thinking "Shit shit shit shit shit what did I just DO?!)

More details added to the Answer (an ask from @hamish-fanfic-fangirl )already mentioned here

The Guardians love children, as they are the Guardians of Childhood. They can't, however, have children. With the exception of Kozmotis and Anastasia's relationship, as they were created together at the same time by Manny.

Manny formed Pitch to safeguard chaos energy that would strike fears in children and leave them traumatize, impeding a healthy and happy development of growing up. Anastasia was formed at the same time, because children, and to an extent people, need to live in a harmonize environment, right?

The Guardians do consider themselves, as what humans coined nowadays, as 'Found family.' Addition to that, they think if they could have kids, they would be like and be treated like their aides.

They joke about it sometimes; North fits the role of a dad, as leader of the Guardians, Thiana being like the mother, with Aster, Sandy, and Kozmotis like uncles. Sandy's the "cool" uncle with a lot of stories to tell (or show). Kozmotis is the "chill" uncle who leaves you be but offers sage wisdom whether or not you ask for them. Aster is the one who nags a lot, sometimes more than the parents but is exciting to spend time with because of all his cool tricks.

Jamie and Astrid found it awkward, but Thiana was being playful and pretending to be like a parent and giving Jamie 'the shovel talk', when Astrid and Jamie got together, as she heard a story told to her by North, from Jim.

She was sweet about it though, going on about how they should be caring of each other and how lovely it all was so Jim made a remark later that he didn't think the guardian of memories got the point of a 'Shovel talk'

Even to the aides that aren't their own, the Guardians do feel rather paternal/maternal towards them.

Dialogue

North: Sandy, thank you for coming.

Sandy descends from the plane and floats to the ground. He joins North, Bunny and Tooth as they walk through the Globe Room. Sand glyphs appear above Sandy's head communicating

Jamie: He says that he is busy and has a lot of work to do.

North: I understand, you work ‘round the clock, da, But I obviously wouldn't have called you all here unless it was serious.

North, Bunny, Tooth and Sandy reach the center of the room. Tooth does her best to shush her mini-fairies.

North: Kozmotis as the Boogeyman was here at the Pole. *points to the globe. The everyone turns to look.*

Astrid: *shocked* Sir Kozmotis? Here? After all this time...

Jamie: Jim, did you really see...

Jim: Well, I didn't but sir North had. I think, I... Wait. *frowning as he looked around in concern* Where's Dimitri?

Tooth: But... Pitch Black? Was it really him?

North: Yes! There was black sand covering the globe.

Aster: What, what...what do you mean black sand?

North: And then a shadow!

Aster: Hold on, hold on, I thought you said you saw Pitch.

North: Well, ah, not exactly...

Aster: Not exactly? Can you believe this guy?

Bunny turns to Sandy, who shrugs while forming a Dreamsand question mark above his head....

Aster: Yeah, you said it, Sandy.

Bunny goes back to painting one of his Easter eggs.

North: Look, he is up to something very bad. *gropes his gut* I feel it, in my belly.

Aster: *eyes narrow* Hang on, hang on, you mean to say, you summoned me here THREE DAYS BEFORE EASTER - because of your? Mate, if I did this to you three days before Christmas-

Tooth (to her fairies): Argentina. Priority alert! A batch of bicuspids in Buenos Aires. Weather advisory, Astrid?

Astrid: *Pauses* Fair, all of them. Snowstorm warning in Moscow.

Jamie: Maybe that's where Jack is now.

Jim: And maybe Hic too; would explain why he's running late... Now Dimitri...

North grabs Bunny's painted egg, casually juggling it in his hand as he walks off. Meanwhile Sandy, who is being served eggnog by a yeti, suddenly notices something high above.

North: Please. Bunny. Easter is not Christmas.

Aster: *sarcastic laugh* Here we go... North, I, I don't have time for this. I've still got two million eggs to finish up.

The moon rises into view, high up in the ceiling; its rays of light begin to shine brightly through as they cascade down the walls of the globe room.

North: No matter how much you paint, is still egg!

Sandy points to the moon unsuccessfully to get the others' attention. Even Jamie is distracted with Jim and Astrid, talking about whether one of them (Jim) should go and get Dimitri. Their guardians are distracted and they didn't want to interrupt them...

Aster: Look, mate, I'm dealing with perishables. Right. You've got all year to prepare.

Tooth (to her fairies): Pittsburg, boy eight, two molars. Saltwater taffy.

Sandy puts his fingers in his mouth to whistle, a silent musical note forming above his head.

North (to Aster): Why are rabbits always so nervous.

Aster: And why are you always such a blowhard!

Tooth (to her fairies): Ontario, sector nine: five canines, two molars, and fourteen incisors. Is that all in one house?

Sandy waves a sand flag above his head, pointing and jumping and down as the moonlight continues to fill the room.

North: Tooth! Can't you see we're trying to argue.

Tooth: *Good naturedly* Sorry, not all of us get to work one night a year. Am I right, Sandy?

Sandy tries to signal with a golden arrow, pointing toward the ceiling, but to no avail as the others continue their bickering. Sandy thinks Tooth has noticed for a split second, but then-

Tooth (to her fairies): San Diego, sector two! Five incisors, a bicuspid and a really loose molar on stand-by.

North: I know it was him. We have serious situation!

Aster: Well, I've got a serious situation with some eggs.

Tooth: Hey, I hate to interrupt the, "We work so hard once a year club" but could we concentrate on the matter-

A silhouette comes out from a black spot of a shadow in the middle of the room, and Dimitri comes up and stumbles out from it. The aide of the former Guardian of Chaos seemed recovering from injuries. Even with his quick healing, it's taking some time...

Jim: Dimitri!

Jim rushes to help support him...

Tooth: Oh dear!

Astrid: Is he okay?

Dimitri: Sorry... The darkness is more restless than ever for some reasons. I had to defeat about a dozen minions before securing and leaving the base.

Jim: Wha- so if Pitch is really back, why hadn't he showed up here yet?

North: He did lad!

Jim: All due respect sir, you said it was a shadow.

North: Shadows are his thing!

Dimitri: I don't think that was Pitch yet, but a harbinger, maybe? If he had awoken, I think I would be the first to know.

Aster: Hah!

Sandy can't take it anymore, grabs an elf by his hat, and vigorously shakes it's bell. The other Guardians are finally silenced and all turn to look at Sandy, who points up, a sand crescent moon forming above his head. The dizzy elf staggers away. Finally the others turn to see the shaft of moonlight as it concentrates on the circle between them as Manny starts beaming down into the room...

North: Aah! Man in Moon! Sandy, why didn't you say something?

Sandy gives him a deadpan stare, Dream sand smoke shoots out his ears.

North (to Man in Moon as he finally appears, with Anastasia by his side) : It's been a long time old friend! Madam Mother Nature *bows curtly*

Manny: Likewise.

Anastasia: A pleasure as always, North.

North: So... What is big news?

Manny: Before I get that, there is one thing I need to address first...

Everyone looks to the center of the room where Manny manipulates moonlight to shine down intensely, the light ebbs away, leaving a dark spot ---- which resolves into the shadowed silhouette of Pitch. The Guardians look on, stunned.

Aster: It is Pitch.

North pats his belly and gives Bunny a look...

North: Manny... what must we do?

Manny: The matter I mentioned needing to be addressed...

The shadow of Pitch disappears and the circle of moonlight intensifies and shrinks, concentrating further luminating an ornate symbol on the floor, at the center of their circle. The symbol rises out of the ground revealing a large gem at the head of a pillar.

Tooth: Ah, guys, you know what this means?

The moons light suddenly refracts through the gem casting light all over the chamber.

North: He's choosing an aide for himself.

Aster: What?! You never needed one before, why now?

North: Must be big deal! Manny thinks we all need help!

Aster: We have our help. *Gestures to all aides present* Now if my own would show up too...

Tooth: I wonder who it's gonna be?

Then a bright flash, a rush of wind- and a FIGURE resolves over the central pillar: slight, hooded, bearing a familiar hooked staff.

North:

North: Jack Frost.

The Mini-Teeth all sigh and swoon as the Guardians stand there, stunned.

Jim: Well then, at least Hiccup's going to be happy

Astrid: *Shrugs, and idly shifts her axe from one hand to another* Well, as long as he does his part in caring for the children…

Tooth: And Hiccup’s going to be motivated more than ever now too.

Aster: Jack Frost!? He doesn't care about children! All he does is freeze water pipes and mess with my egg hunts. Right? He's an irresponsible, selfish...

Manny: Aide.

Aster: I can tell you that Jack Frost is a lot of things, but he's--

Hiccup finally flies in with Toothless

Hiccup: I'm sorry I'm late! *He jumps down from Toothless* Snow storm in Moscow delayed me... Er, among other things...

Everyone looks at him

North: Perfect timing Hiccup! We need you to find Jack and bring him here.

Hiccup, remembering his final moments with Jack before leaving, looked mortified...

Hiccup: Do you guys hate me or something?

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👉👈 more yandere dimitri pls,,, that last one you wrote,,,, WHEW

haha idk where this was going or like... what the plot is or even what it’s about... but i had fun HAHAHA and literally all that matters

so here’s 8k words of purple prose and pointlessness and idk what else i love him so much... also not proofread bc I'm lazy. y’all stan a lazy ass author.

warnings: gory, death of minor characters, kinda bloody too, injury, manipulation

”It’s stupid. I-I don’t think… I just don’t want to get my hopes up, Annie. It’s been years…” With Garreg Mach looming on the cliffside, memories began to resurface with each field and decrepit village you, Annette, and Mercedes passed. They were fields where you would train relentlessly in the early hours of the day. An excuse, you think, to see him more. Innocent enough. Who wouldn’t want to improve their skill with the future King of Faerghus? Under those very trees is where you would have clandestine meetings at the same time beginning after the celebration of your victory at the Battle of the Eagle and Lion. Undeniably, the best night of your life.

You silently thanked Sylvain for slipping into the wine cellars and claiming you all had to finish the stolen bottles and clear the evidence. The only people still okay enough that night to do any cleaning were Mercedes and Dedue. Felix was technically okay too, but he left far before Annette was vomiting in the washroom to actually help out.

Your drunken first kiss at your bedroom door that Dedue definitely did not see. The sober one the day after. The sneaky one after breakfast. Quick one after training. Goddess, the heavy one in the dead of night after you scurried upstairs that Sylvain and Felix one hundred percent did not overhear through the paper-thin walls of the dorms. Countless kisses under the shadow of covers, night, until the ball. If everyone and their mothers didn’t suspect something was up when you two did not even realize you were the only pair left dancing, all eyes on you, until Sylvain whistled from the crowd, well, you would be deathly concerned about them.

“But those memories are from a long time ago, Mercie.” You pulled yourself from your thoughts. “Thinking about them only hurts. This place, what’s left of it, only hurts.” Mercedes set a gentle hand on your shoulder. “You think after five whole years, it wouldn’t hurt as much, but I don’t think I’ll be okay until this war is over. Until the cause of this - of all this pain and misery - is put to rest. Back then, even if we could have died at the end of any month, I thought he was invincible. I fled Fhirdiad as soon as I heard. Like a coward.”

“You can’t honestly think that! The Empire was taking the city. If you stayed, you could have died too! Don’t think like that.” You rolled your head back to look at the dark sky. You would make it back before it starts, at the very least.

“Everyone grieves in different ways, and it courses through us all at different paces. You have to let yourself hurt.” You shook your head, beginning to see the shadow of the village at the base of the monastery.

“I’ve been hurting for years now. When I met up with Felix in Fraldarius territory, he told me that the distraction will get me killed. An hour later he saved my life in battle, so he's ever the same. I wonder if he decided to show today. Sylvain would inevitably follow then. I’ve always thought--hey, do you hear that?” You stopped your movements suddenly, holding your arms to stop them as well. FIghting.

“Is it the Empire?”

“I don’t know, but we should help out anyway,” Annette replied. “Come on!”

You expected the Empire, but you weren’t surprised when you encountered thieves attempting to saunter off with the abandoned riches of the monastery. It was just like any other weekend you were off the road of bandits with the Blue Lions to clear a path for bandits.

Until you saw him. A ghost. As pale as one, at least. A hulking, nearly unrecognizable mass of strength shrouded in black and blue. Relentless, he tore through his path of thieves, the professor and Gilbert hot on his trail. The… professor? They were alive too? Your hand shook at your side. They’re both… okay? You swallowed. The professor always did tend to micromanage Dimitri. You realized you could not swallow with a closing throat, wobbling along with your chest. Wheezing, crying, freezing in battle. You heard Mercedes and Annette all around you behind a wall of fog. Legs shaking, you fell to the ground, hand tight to your chest.

“Y/N, come on, get up!” It was Annette’s urging, but she stopped suddenly. Two sets of feet set up around you. A barrier to protect you as your muscles shook. Get up. You have to. Get off the ground and fight. Just as he always taught you.

Your bow came out quick, sniping an enemy in Mercedes’ blind spot. Before you can do anything, argue it was your imagination that conjured the sound of his grunts and the blue of his eye, you had to survive to see them and keep track of Sylvain in the corner of your eye. He still tended to always look right instead of left. Were you not so shaken up, you would have reacted to seeing the rest of your old house in battle, but your mind kept filtering back. You did not see him again in battle. He and the professor were far ahead, after the familiar bandit you had dealings with from Anna, with the remaining three bandits. You, Annette, and Mercedes went to secure the area to make sure there was no bandit unaccounted for.

Didn’t last, though, as you fell to the ground against the foundations of a destroyed house, legs outstretched and limp. With your palm being held tightly over your mouth, you squeezed your eyes tight to get any remaining liquid out.

“Y/N…”

“H-he’s alive.”

“We know. We saw-”

“He’s alive. I spent five years grieving for someone who was here. I-I should have known he was here. I thought about it. I thought about it, but then I second-guessed myself and said that it would only hurt more. Searching for the dead. Pining for them, but look. I-I don’t know. I don’t know if I can even face him.”

“And you don’t want to.” Felix’s voice was just as sharp as it always was. He was grimacing, pace fast as he joined the three of you. “He is not the Prince you fell in love with. He’s the boar that’s been festering underneath his polite smile” With an exhale through your nose, you looked away. Felix really could read you like a book. He scoffed. “You knew too, didn’t you? All this time. Of course. I shouldn’t have put it past you to push things under the rug as you always do.”

“Felix…”

“It’s true. It’s how they even got through the relationship. Not as perfect as you thought, huh?”

“Felix, I think that’s enough.”

“No,” you interrupted. “He’s right. I knew. I was at the rebellion. I was at that battle that is ingrained into Felix’s memory. I was in the Holy Mausoleum when we found out the Flame Emperor's identity, but he never told me… I didn’t know the extent. You all knew he would hide me from all harm, including himself. Do you really think he would tell me whatever plagues him now? Though, I could take a good guess after spending a few nights in his room back then.” You swallowed, wiping away the remnants of your tears. “How bad is he?”

“A lowly beast.”

“There you all are. Professor says to regroup. Says we have plans to discuss, if you all are interested - woah, you okay?” Sylvain scratched the back of his head. “Oh right, yeah. Well, I don’t know how long His Majesty is willing to wait. He looks pretty - uh - impatient.” You shook your head and used the wall to support you back to your feet.

“Reunions like this are usually supposed to be happy, aren’t they? I-I’m sorry I’m ruining it on you all. I really am so relieved to see you all okay. It’s just… there’s a lot of emotion going on right now.” It was Mercedes’ hand on your back. You needn’t look to know.

“You don’t have to face anything you aren’t ready for.”

“No, I need to see what he has become. It’s as Felix says. I can no longer ignore problems I must face. I can do it, but we still have to check the perimeter…” Sylvain shook his head.

“Teach had Ashe and Ingrid do it right after you left.” Your professor always knew you better than you could ever know. “Well, let’s go then. Don’t want to keep them waiting on us too long.” His brown eyes came in close. “You hardly look like you’ve been crying, if that helps.”

“It doesn’t!” Annette stomped on his foot. “Y/N, it’s going to be okay. Me and Mercie are right with you!” A smile broke out on your face. Albeit sad, you nodded your head and believed her. Though you both knew, in the scheme of things, you were alone in this battle.

“Sorry, teach. You know Felix. Walks like a grandpa.” Sylvain, as common as it is for him to be the asshole, was a kind soul. No matter how much he tried to hide it. You gifted him a small smile of thanks as he glanced back. You were in the back of the small group when you joined the semicircle surrounding Gilbert, Byleth and… and… you couldn’t do this.

His hair has grown long and unkempt. Grease and grime painted his hair, his skin, his clothes. The armor he wore just a few shades darker than the circles under his single remaining eye but, oh, it still glittered brighter than the rainy sky. That was his eye. Though only one remained, it was his. This was your Dimitri. You clenched your teeth, for you could not cry anymore. Even if this Dimitri, from what you have heard, would not care for your tears, Dimitri five years ago would. You would stay strong for him if no one else.

And when his eye met yours, goddess, the jolt was felt down your spine. You knew your face screamed your emotions. You were no Felix, Slyvain, or Byleth. Lips parting, your breath halted as he kept your gaze. Nothing on him reacted. Goddess, his gaze was so much more piercing. You did not dare to move. As if you were a stranger, his eye flicked back to Gilbert as the knight continued to speak. Annette grabbed your hand from beside you and you squeezed so hard you watched her wince, yet she remained steadfast in holding yours just as tight.

For the mornings spent under the trees in the field after training, you would not cry. Dimitri is alive. He is here. A few steps away, though miles remained in between, he was alive. Within his dead eye, people will find hope. You will find hope. You know Gilbert already has as he speaks about returning to the monastery to begin to plan for the retaliation against the Empire. You know the former Blue Lions have as well, as they follow the professor loyally back up the ruined stairs you used to trip on far too often. You wondered if Dimitri can feel your eyes on the back of his head, or if he has come to be numb to that as well.

Annette did not let go of your hand until it was out of shock in the chapel. Its remnants littering the floors. Still, the peace of the goddess remained. Its silence was a lullaby to your worries. She, it had to be her, brought back the ones you love most. There was no other power. There couldn’t have been. Even though there was a hole where she used to stand, you thanked the rain beginning to pour in.

You would be strong for the boy Dedue would sneak you to in the dead of night. To wherever the Duscur man maybe, you would do it for him, too.

But being brave and strong was always easy for the people in Ashe’s books. They did not hesitate through their fear. It pushed them to be the heroes they are, but you could not find that platform to jump from. A mouse approaching a wolf, a boar. You sought help from the expert himself.

“Have you? I mean, have you tried to talk to him?” Ashe fiddled with the padding on his glove.

“No, not yet. Felix, Ingrid, Sylvain, and Mercedes have, though. You should ask them. They can probably be more help than me.” Stepping onto the wall separating Garreg Mach from the cliff, you sat next to him, allowing your feet to dangle in the open air.

“No, I think I need someone as scared as me. Someone who wants to be a knight from one of your books, but is the measly coward in the back used for poetic comparisons. Not that you are. I’m talking about me.” Ashe shook his head.

“It’s only been a few days since we’ve arrived.”

“And you think I would have already sought out the man I fell in love with already? A faithful reunion. Not quite like the ones in the romances.”

“I don’t think anything going on is anything like a book.” You furrowed your brows. “I know that’s crazy coming from me, but no book is like another. They have similarities, but they are all inherently different. This one we’re in now, this is ours. This is what people will be reading about and looking to for help. Us. No book can help us right now. I think only we can help ourselves and each other.” You kicked your heel against the wall repeatedly. It wasn’t what you wanted to hear. “You should try. If Dimitri will listen to anyone, it’s you or the professor, and they tried already.” You could feel your throat beginning to close up.

“What do I even say? What if I say the wrong thing? He’s hurt, Ashe. He always has been. I don’t want to… I can’t push him more. He’s not off the deep end yet. He can’t be. I don’t want to be the final straw. I know what I’ll say if I get too… emotional.” The man sighed, green eyes scanning the clouds.

“Well, from my humble opinion, which you don’t have to take, is that, if what you’re saying is true, you’re hurting him by avoiding him.” He stopped fiddling with the leather. Instead, he placed his hand on your thigh. “He is, deep down, the same Dimitri we know. What if he was the same, and you were doing this?”

“That’s debating if he is the same underneath. Knights are torn, but I know he’s there. He wouldn’t so easily feed into it. I know it. It may be time and so much help, but he’s in there. This is part of him. This is not an imposter. This is just as much of him as the one we knew so well. It… has to be, because I don’t know what I’m going to do if it’s not.”

Nights seem to be falling earlier and earlier with nonstop cleaning, repairs, and supply running. Even if you wanted to, you lacked the time to seek the prince out. The greenhouse had to be fixed. The rubble had to be cleared. The holes had to be patched. Communication had to be made. Word was the Knights of Seiros would be arriving this evening. Preparations had to be made for that. How the hell did Cyril do this day-in and day-out?

You were exhausted by the time Seteth and company arrived and set to meet in the chapel. The second time you’ve seen Dimitri since the bandits. The millionth time war efforts were to be discussed. Most of that work was carried out by Byleth and Gilbert. You only needed to follow orders, and your orders were to clean. Sorting out your emotions was just a side job.

“Y/N. Y/N. Are you listening?” Seteth’s scolding, something etched into your brain from the academy, broke you from your thoughts. However, you first regarded Dimitri, who looked at you the same as he did the first time, before having the courage to look at Seteth.

“I-I’m sorry. Lost in my own thoughts.”

“I asked if you have heard anything from Aegir? I know you were in contact with Ferdinand during the past five years.” Dimitri’s eye burned holes through your head. You could feel the sweat from it on your scalp.

“Duke Aegir has been placed under house arrest, sir. Everything from their title and land has been stripped from them. I… haven’t heard anything since. It would be safe to presume that they will not be an in with the Empire.” Yours and Ferdinand’s history stretches only back to the academy; however, before you and Dimitri became official, you and he would occasionally… work some stress out. Casually. Dimitri always hated this fact, but he did his best to hide the jealousy from you.

“It’s not fair of me to judge you on what you have done in the past,” he said. “I will be more mature about my feelings.” Though the gleam in his eye now was all too familiar.

“I see. Thank you.” Something within you kept you from meeting Dimitri’s eye. A fear he would look away, so you focused on Seteth, Gilbert, and Byleth as they discussed the steps to making Garreg Mach the Kingdom’ base. When the meeting ended, however, you did not listen to such fear. Dimitri spent his time in the chapel. The spectacle to gawk at. It was no surprise when he did not move as the rest of the group disperse, and neither did you.

But he would not break first. Turning around, his cape followed him back towards the wreckage of where the altar used to be. You followed with steps as silent as possible. Opening your mouth to speak, you released only empty air. Inhaling, you tried once again, but a wall erected itself in your throat, cutting you off once more.

“If you have something to say, speak.” His words, guttural, reverberated in you. Wringing your hands together, you took one last deep breath.

“Dimitri.”

“Do you wish to speak of the past?” His head turned, so you could only see one eye peeking from under his bangs. “The boy you loved is long dead. There is nothing here for you.” You shook your head and took an adamant step forward.

“T-that’s not true.” A dry laugh escaped him.

“Is it not? Are you not frightened of me? Is it not why you have hidden yourself ever since you arrived? You know it as well as I.” You tapped your fingers against your thigh. You had to remain calm and patient. He was going to try to push you away, and you knew that. Do not stray from the path.

“It was not you I was scared of, Dimitri.” Another laugh. This one wry. He turned around to face you then. You knew he had gotten bigger, stronger, but he stood so much higher than you. A power stance you would not succumb to. This is the same boy who broke a pair of scissors and was scared Mercedes would yell at him and smuggled sweets for you two to have late at night to study for your certification exams. “Do not tell me it is because you think you could have changed something. Prevented something. Nothing would have changed whether you were here in the past five years or not. Do not think so much of yourself.”

You squared your shoulders. You did not want to take this route, but you had to provoke some type of emotion towards you. Something to tell you that you are more than the tool of war to use against Edelgard, and he had already given you a hint.

“Then what about at that meeting, when Seteth asked me about Ferdinand? I saw the look you gave me. I’ve seen it before too. You cannot hide that.” His jaw clenched, and for a moment, you felt successful. “You can say anything you want. How I am insignificant, a tool to use, another body to die in your path to revenge, but do not-” you pointed a finger at him “-tell me what we had was nothing. I want to see what you see. I don’t want you to shut me out.” His eyes trailed down to your finger, and with an armored, gloved hand, pushed it aside.

“So you admit it then? A tool at my disposal. To use and then break?” You shook your head, and your throat clenched once again.

“You would add me to the list of people who already haunt you?”

“You know nothing of the dead. Of what they say to me. There is nothing for me to be concerned about other than taking the head off of that girl’s shoulders. Should you die getting in my way, then so be it.” His lance to the heart, but you would not let the pain show. He was the same boy who broke his training lance and hit Leonie with the broken handle and fretted about it for the next month, despite the blood on his hands. You had to believe that. Latch on to that single hope.

“You always did what you could to protect me. From Demonic Beasts, bandits, Felix’s words, but right now, I think you’re protecting me from yourself.” Metal against your neck. In a blink of an eye, his lance touches the skin.

“Do not speak as if you know me, and do not speak anymore, or else I will slice your throat where you stand. Go away. If you return, I will not hold back, and I will use you to the bone.” A competition played out between your eyes, but, in the end, you succeeded. Walking out the monastery with a drop of blood on your neck, you did not allow any other droplets to fall until you crossed the bridge into the reception hall.

You don’t who you cried for, or for how long until Catherine found you and guided you back to your room. Thoughts floated from Dimitri, his words, the past, to Dedue and his untimely passing and your peers that were now your enemies that Dimitri was ready to kill without hesitation and the reality of your death that could come in any battle here on forth.

Three knocks on your door. Too hard to be Ashe’s, Mercedes’, or Annette. Not hard enough to be Felix yelling at you to train like he used to when he could find no one else.

“Sorry. I was just passing by, and, well, wanted to check in.” The last thing you wanted Sylvain saying was that he heard your balling your eyes out. With shaky hands, you wiped your burning cheeks and unlocked the door for him to enter. “Oh, what happened? What’s that bandage from? Don’t tell me…” You motioned for the noble to come in and relocked the door. You didn’t want any more visitors.

“Yeah, I talked to him.”

“He hurt you?”

“I went too far. I-I shouldn’t have pushed him so deep into his emotions, presuming things he felt. It was just a scratch. I’m fine. You have the eye, Sylvain. You must have noticed the meeting.” You sat on your bed, while he spread himself on your desk chair.

“I remember he used to come to me during those times. How he can show his love for you through other means. How he had lost you before even had a chance to try. He was so stressed, and so hopelessly into you. I thought he had it for the professor, but color me surprised when he sought me out for advice on you.” You shook your head.

“Never should have started that with Ferdinand.”

“Something about nobles, huh?”

“Shut up, Sylvain. I-Look, I can’t even focus on the past right now. I use it to remind myself I’m talking to my Dimitri, and not the monster everyone fears. That, that man suffering alone in that chapel is the boy who got nervous every time we kissed, but… but it’s so hard. As soon as I saw him that day, I was shocked, overjoyed, but I knew something was wrong the same minute. He’s been alone for five years. By himself. The only people to talk to him were the dead. What kind of… I’m supposed to be the one that knows this, sees this, and helps this, but all I can do is cry in my damned room!” Sylvain was lighting fast to wrap his arms around you, and you clung on tighter to his shoulders. The sleeve of his shirt, the victim of your tears, saliva, and sobs until you had pushed your own self out of consciousness.

When you woke the next morning, your head lied on a breathing pillow. It did not take much to recall the previous night and you let yourself relax under human contact. It was something you have missed dearly in the past five years, and you know, despite his reputation, Sylvain would never try anything with you. Your eyes, heavy still from crying so hard, lazily trailed across the room. The window Dimitri almost broke with his lance, the desk you both hunched over figuring out the mathematical side of tactics, the potted plant the professor gave you for your birthday that Dimitri also broke, but replaced with the long dead ones present. The broken locks on your door from -

“Sylvain!” You jolted up, slapping his chest harshly. He woke with a groan while you stood and approached the door.

“Mm, what?”

“Did you hear anything last night? Banging, or snapping, after I fell asleep?” He rubbed your pillow over his face, so you approached him, tore it from his hands, and smacked him. “Sylvain. My door is broken.” Brown eyes were wide and glowing under the sun from the window. He rushed to check out the damage. “I think I know who would have…” He met your eyes. “Which means he saw - “

“Yeah, I get it. I’m a dead man.” You shook your head.

“Hey, hey, not yet. We could try to guess why he would come in here.” Sylvain rolled his eyes.

“Isn’t it obvious? It isn’t to kill you. He already would have been in the chapel. Oh - we messed up. We messed up big time. I’m so sorry, Y/N.” You put your hand on his arm.

“It’s not your fault. You were here when I was sobbing. I can’t be mad at you for that. I’m mad at this whole situation. This war. Everything. You just need to avoid him at all costs. Stay with someone. Felix most likely. We could explain the situation to him, so he understands, and so he doesn’t think we… you know.”

“I get it. I get it.”

....

“Absolutely not.”

“Felix, it’s only until I get this sorted.” Felix groaned, tying his hair back.

“I’m not playing babysitter, and I’m not letting you handle this on your own. You’ll get yourself killed.” You shook your head.

“He wouldn’t kill me.”

“He actually told you he would.”

“But he wouldn’t. I trust that he wouldn’t, and if one of the two of us were to approach him, it could not be you. Out of the question. It would have to be me, and you both know that, and it has to be as soon as possible. I mean, as in-”

“Have you all seen Dimitri?” Ingrid popped around the corner. “It’s the Empire - they’re coming. Gear up and get ready. We don’t know what forces they’re bringing, but we cannot allow them to take the monastery again.” Of course, of all times.

“We’ll worry about this later. Do not let this distract you on the battlefield. Focus on surviving and nothing else. Got it?” Felix held a finger to your face. You nodded. “Good. Come on, Sylvain. We’ll see you out there.”

Focus on surviving. You were always focused on surviving. Battle was not merely just slaying your enemies. You were the priority. Not the oncoming enemies. That fact never changed during battle. That was the first thing the professor taught you; however, his selfless behavior on the battlefield would have anyone thinking twice. When it comes to fighting with people you cared about, priority gets muddled.

Dimitri was no longer focused on surviving. His priority was to kill, slaughter his way to Edelgard. Nothing else mattered. In this way, his fighting has improved tenfold. No reasonable person would want to confront him in physical combat, which made life harder for everybody else. Being a distance fighter, you, Ashe, Annette, and Mercedes were able to watch his back. Of course, Byleth couldn’t risk that many people micromanaging him. For strategy’s sake, it’s suicide. Mercedes was a critical healer and menace being trained a gremory. That source of power would not and could not be squandered. Ashe had worked incredibly hard to be a bow knight, and your most powerful archer can also not be used as a protector of one person.

The job usually came down to you. Both by order of elimination and by your lack of ability to focus elsewhere. Your eyes were naturally drawn to the splattering blood and the behemoth of a man as the source. Byleth knew this just as well as you. You were the definition of predictable on the battlefield.

But, the one thing you forgot was that, on a battlefield, nothing is predictable. To be able to predict the cavalier was able to reach you with his javelin was precautionary, week-one lessons, but, still, it sunk into your side. Unimaginable pain. The raw snap of impact. Warm blood cascading down your leg. Think… think! You had to get somewhere safe. Somewhere an imperial soldier wouldn’t finish you off. Hopefully, someone else would take care of that soldier before they reached you.

Each inch was crippling. The gathering of bushes and trees seemed so far, and your energy was slipping exponentially fast. You’d be out from blood loss in due time. It even began to drip from your mouth and onto the already stained grass. Almost there. The moment your foot crossed the threshold to the hideaway, you went lip on your back. Smoke and flames met the already decaying sky.

You glanced down your body. The javelin was at least a third in your body. Getting it out would just expedite the process, so you allowed yourself to lie your head back. Distant shouts and screams and metal clashing filled the air. The smell of the earth around you drowned out by the putrid scent of burning flesh. Something you never take note of while fighting for your life.

Peace was not a word to use in these places, but you had no other one to use as you lied still. Is this what Dimitri meant? You wondered what he would think and say when he heard, or even saw, your death. Your death. Another nameless, pointless death in Edelgard’s ruthless path to her goal. You can see Mercedes and Annie crying. Maybe even Sylvain and Ingrid. Felix, perhaps, would cry, but you were sure he’d be pissed at you. And Dimitri…

You sobbed. Perhaps you really were worthless, but you wanted to hope, to pray that he would be there each time you opened your eyes back to the gruel world around you. Each time, he wasn’t.

Until he was.

Blood dripped down his face, none of which was his own. It matted down his locks and dripped from each lock. Areadbhar glowed in his hand and dragged across the flattened grass and mud. The air was only able to jostle the very ends of his hair. His mouth opened, canines peeking from the corner of his lips. Leaving the smoke and fire behind him, Dimitri got larger and larger.

Goddess, he was beautiful. Even as he stared with an empty eye down at you, you couldn’t help but gasp. An angel of death. You moved to rise, but the rip of his lance on your breast pushed you back down. His eye traversed down your figure to your wound. The weapon rose and fell with your breath.

“Dimitri,” you breathed out.

“I told you, did I not?” His chin rose and Areadbhar’s tip dug just a hair deeper. “Foolish Y/N. You are too weak for the thick of battle.” You squeezed your eyes shut. “But you will not die by imperial hands. I will not allow it. If you are to die, it will be by my hands.” Your fists gripped the grass. Dimitri hummed. “You won’t say that I wouldn’t? Or do you finally realize the truth?”

“If you’re going to do it, just do it. Neither of us need this “ -you coughed -”stalling.” His elbow retracted and you winced, ready for the final blow.

“Y/N!” Sylvain. At the silence that followed, you peeked an eye open. Dimitri was focused on the source of the voice, giving you room to squiggle away until he forced the lance forward again. This time, the tip traced your left cheekbone. “Y/N!” Dimitri was daring you to speak, but, right now, you could hardly breath.

“You said you were not scared of me, before. Are you scared now?” He paused. “You said you want to see what I see. Do you keep your word? Do you honor it?” Were you supposed to answer? Fear crippled your ability to formulate words. “You will not die yet.” Areadbhar’s glow now dominated your left visual field.

In a second, everything in that field went black, and you screamed.

…

“I watched you go down,” Felix said. “You were at the higher ground, where you usually are in the midst of battle. You might as well have painted a target on your back if I can see you from across the plain, you idiot. That javelin went into your side,” amber eyes locked onto the bandages covering your side, “but I watched nothing touch your eye.”

Thank the goddess for Manuela and Mercedes. Without an expertise in white magic, you would be long dead. By the same token, thank the goddess for Sylvain who found you bloody and passed out in the cover of the bushes and delivered you to them on horseback.

Your fingers traced the bandages that wrapped around your head and covered your left eye. Everything to your left periphery and everything not covered by your right eye was black. It didn’t throb, didn’t hurt anymore, because there were no more nerves to send that pain to your brain.

“What happened, Y/N?” Ingrid cut in. Her, Felix, and Annette stood around your bed in the medical bed. You shook your head.

“I… I don’t remember. The last thing I recall is crawling towards the cover. I don’t even know if I got there.”

“Liar.” Felix abruptly stood. “Stop defending that boar, and just say it.” Your mouth opened, but Ingrid cut him off.

“Felix, are you saying you think Dimitri took her eye?”

“I know it,” he snapped back. “I’m right, aren’t I, Y/N? Just say it. Say that beast took your eye while we were all distracted in battle.” Your eyes glanced to the others, unconsciously asking for help.

“Felix, you’re adding unnecessary stress. Come on. We should give them space. We’re lucky they’re not dead” Her hand locked onto Felix’s arm. He grimaced, glaring down at you while he shook himself from her grip.

“When will you ever start caring about yourself? There is more death than just physical.” He spit out before stomping out of the room. Ingrid sent you a sympathetic smile and followed her childhood friend out. Annette left soon as well under the excuse of giving you time to rest, but you could not rest. Dimitri’s face haunted you every time your working eye closed. Every throb was its own lance. Its own mark.

His mark.

You thought you were crazy the first time you reflected on why you and Dimitri’s eye total was the same as a normal human being. You thought you were insane for romanticizing it. It was terrifying. Inhumane. To you, at least, but to him, you knew, it was a mark of possession. That when people saw you, thought of you, it would always be connected to him, but it was also a threat. Not only to those who dare try to do you harm that isn’t him, but to you. I told you. This is what you get and will continue to get.

You waited until the sun set, until the priests and priestesses would no longer be in your room to cry, so your pathetic cries of anguish would be bouncing off the walls in peace. Curling in on yourself, you buried your chin between your arms and stared into the dark room. Waiting and watching, a large silhouette emerged from the darkest corner and approached. Cold claws of his armor wiped away the tears on one cheek while simultaneously breaking the skin. You could only barely make him out through the moonlight in the open window next to you. Dimitri circled the bed, looking down at you from the side before bending down and planting his lips on your cheek. His warm tongue wiped at the newfound beads of blood, and you hissed at the contact. He separated himself just enough to look at the bandages around your eye.

“I get it,” you said. “I get it.”

…

Luckily (as lucky as you can get during the situation), the damage cut clean through the nerves, so all ganglion cells and connections to the optic nerve were completely severed. No nerves. No signal to the brain. No pain. Still, it would be a while before the tissue repaired and scabbed over.

You didn’t know what to do with Dimitri, frankly. Part of you was terrified to even approach him. Another was equally as terrified, but this was out of what he would do if you were with someone else again. You were sure of the correlation between your broken door and your stolen eye. You wonder, then, what else he could have seen? Sparring with Felix or advice sessions with Ashe or… too many instances come to mind.

Byleth pushed you to train more with your periphery severely impacted, and, when the time to march came, confined you to Garreg Mach until you were proficient enough not to get yourself killed.

“Good,” was all Dimitri said on the matter. It wasn’t until your assault into the Empire that Byleth deemed you ready for actual battle. Up until then, you spent your time training. First, it was with the knights, until all of a sudden they no longer desired to raise arms with you. Something about the demon over your shoulder. You looked to Catherine, who glanced to the door, where a large shadow quickly disappeared. You inhaled sharply and pursued.

“No one is willing to train with me. Do you have something to do with it?”

“They can’t help you,” he responded. He quickly strode down familiar, overgrown paths down to the fields below until you both reached the same field he had trained with you in years ago. Dimitri spun around, raising his lance. “They don’t understand.” From your blindspot, he swung, and you barely dodged out of the way, feeling the very wind from the force. “Get up and arm yourself.” You quickly shuffled to your feet.

“Why? Aren’t you… don’t you plan to kill me, anyway?”

“Equip yourself. I will not have filthy empire hands decide your demise, and I won’t have you staying behind on your own.” You gave up on trying to read into him. “Now, fight.”

It was brutal. Unlike the helpful and cautious nature of his corrections and demands, you learned through mistakes. If your leg got slashed, you moved it the next time. If you were pushed and forced to one side, you adjusted your posture for the next time. Dimitri gave you no breaks, no time to tend to the cuts and bruises he gave you. There was hardly time to catch your breath before he was charging again, forcing your back against a nearby oak. He seemed to not be bothered or fatigued at any point.

It would not be the first time your back was pinned against this very tree. Dimitri growled, his weapon lodged into the wood right behind your ear. A moment passed where it was five years ago, hands tight on your hips and heavy breaths swallowed by one another. Now, he pulled his weapon back and went in for another strike.

“It’s dark. I think we need to go back.”

“You think they will not use the guise of darkness? That we will always fight when the sun is out? Arm yourself.”

You limped back to Garreg Mach. The only real guide you had, with Dimitri’s brutal pace, was his footstep imprints and the sound of him pressing on. By the time you reached the gate, you nearly collapsed with Dimitri far ahead. Thank the goddess Anna was around to get help. Byleth’s dark cape flew behind them as they rushed through the market. They rushed you, as fast as you could go on weak legs, to the same bed you were confined to with your eye. Manuela dropped the elixir in her hand as you and your entourage busted through her door.

“Goddess, what happened?! No matter. Get them inside.”

Felix was going to kill you.

But still, when you were able, you met Dimitri again in the same field. And again. And again. Until you were no longer on the verge of death each nightfall when you returned. Your former housemates did not hesitate to chastise you or even micromanage you, but, inevitably, they had to do their own work, and you set off. Felix gave you an innumerable amount of choice words before it seemed he gave up.

You were confident heading into the empire. No opponent you would face, close up or far, was Dimitri. They were far smaller, thinner, and weaker. You’d even say they seemed to have less physical intent to kill you compared to the blonde. You traded in your bandages to a white eyepatch similar to Dimitri’s except there was still padding for the raw skin underneath. Something that inevitably drew enemy forces towards you.

“Y/N?” Despite the cruel, ruthless nature of battle, Ferdinand’s voice held the same noble gentleness. Your eye, wide and wild, met his. Across a stretch of corpses, the redhead stood tall, long hair matted down in the wind. You swallowed. “Y/N!” He called again, eyes wide behind you. In a split second, you turned to see an armored knight’s axe impending down on you. The next, a lance impaling them that breezed from over your shoulder.

“You killed your own man.”

“He almost killed you.” You hurried to dislodge his weapon from the body.

“...Thank you,” you muttered, handing the lance back to him. Your eyes rose to behind his shoulder. “F-Ferdinand!” Your warning came too late. Dimitri’s blunt force knocked him to the ground. There was no warning, no room for words, before the sickening sound of death cracked in front of you. Again… and again… and again. You squeezed your eyes shut.

“Keep your eyes open. This? Was your fault.” Blood splattered onto his pale features, adding to the pattern already decorating his skin. “Let’s go. Stay by me.” Not that you usually didn’t. Still, your legs would not move. Not with the fresh corpse between the two of you. “What?” Dimitri hissed out. “Are you upset? He was just another body in our way... unless it was something more to you?” You shook your head, taking a hold of your bow tighter. “Good. Let’s go.” Dimitri did not bother to even look back, and you… you could not even look down, and hurried to follow.

You didn’t sleep for days. Ferdinand’s kind smile on your mind. You did not dare tell anyone of his gruesome demise. Though, looking at the detail, the monstrous nature of it, it didn’t take too much thought to guess who was responsible for it. You couldn’t even bring yourself to celebrate Dedue’s return. The thing about him though was that he never let too many things go unnoticed.

“How are you?” He simply asked, and you lost it.

“-I couldn’t do anything. I-I couldn’t! Or… or I didn’t. Oh, goddess, I don’t know.” Your hands shook in front of you. “He can do what he will to me, but to others? Because of me? I… fuck. I couldn’t tell anyone. Felix and co. are already suspicious enough.”

“I am sorry. I know those words do not mean much now, but, for what it is worth, I am.” He paused, furrowing his brows and focusing on the ground. “I-,”

“Y/N.” Dimitri hulked in the doorway. Where the hell does he come from? Dedue stood promptly.

“Your Highness,” he greeted. Dimitri briefly regarded the Duscur man before focusing on you once again.

“Come,” he said, and you followed, wishing Dedue a small farewell. Dimitri’s cape glided against the concrete. He led you across the bridge and into the empty echoes of the cathedral. It was far too late for any priests or students to linger. Especially with Dimitri lurking around in the late hours. “You still think about him.”

“I still think about his death,” you carified.

“Do not tell me you mourn for a man who was going to imprison you.” You scoffed.

“He saved me.”

“In order to take you back to the empire for information. Who else would he like to obtain than the one he grew feelings for? Do not be so naive to think he saved you so altruistically.” Your teeth dug into your bottom lip.

“You don’t know that.”

“I do. You and I both know how war works. Do you think Edelgard and her army would not use every former connection to get ahead? There is no line on the path to victory. Being weak, showing compassion, is just how you get killed. How the enemy wins.” You shook your head.

“You said you were going to kill me. Did you not save me for that reason? My death is the same no matter whose hands it is by. It will have the same impact. One less body between Edelgard and you.” Dimitri’s eye glanced downwards, then shot back up to meet yours with a small chuckle.

“Are you not already dead? Have you not already succumbed to the wills of those who control your mind? Have you not already become your own form of monster?” You shook your head and took a step back.

“N-no, I’m not.”

“You are not? You allow these cuts and bruises to litter your body. You allow your own eye to be stolen. You allow others to die. You allow all of this without consequence. You are a worse kind of monster: the one that allows another to live, to unleash without consequence. You hardly see the others anymore. You do not train with them, eat with them. They tend to your wounds and you run to get more.” Metal fingers gripped your chin and forced your head upwards. “I told you I would kill you, and I have.”

HIs kiss was fire compared to the ice of his armor pushing against you. All-consuming, Dimitri’s lips molded to yours and his teeth pierced your skin. He licked at your lips, and you willingly opened your maw to let him in. You willingly allowed him to drown you out, to push you towards a pew and lock you between his body and the wood. He only separated to breath before digging for more, more. His tongue dragged across your own and touched upon your teeth, tasting your intricacies with increasing vigor. He inhaled every exhale you panted into his mouth. These were not the kisses Dimitri five years ago gifted you.

“You taste the same…” he whispered. “Show yourself to me. Let us be dead together.”

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Far From Home - Part 3

Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis; Coming from another reality yourself, what will happen when you see straight through the lies of the mysterious Quentin Beck.

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So much for Peter's Eiffel tower plan, Nick Fury had decided to change Peter's wish of staying on the down-low and highjack your summer vacation. The morning was dusted in a cold mist between you and Peter that didn't go unnoticed to Ned and Betty.

"You should talk to her dude," Ned said as the silence between the two boys became too dominant.

"No." Peter shook his head. "I don't know what to say, and I don't want to make things worst, we'll just... go to Paris, and I'll apologize." He smiled like nothing was wrong, the sight of you talking with Brad in the distance becoming unbearable to Peter.

As Peter tugged onto his suitcase trying to get to the van that would lead them to the airport, his face fell as he was met with Nick Fury's jet black bus, Dimitri standing right in front.

Peter watched anger bubbling in the pit of his stomach as Brad helped you securely store your suitcase in the compartment of the bus.

"Thanks, Brad." You smiled secretly eyeing Peter from a distance as you pressed a quick kiss to Brad's cheek liking the way Peter's face fell.

"No problem Y/n/n." Brad's face painted with a large smug as he turned around flipping Peter off as you already had your back turned and entered the bus.

"Brad could you hand me my bag please?" you asked making sure you were loud enough for Peter to hear, happy that jealousy was rising in him.

"Of course." He smiled as he grabbed your bag that had rolled down the alley after a few bumps on the road.

"Thanks, you're the best!" You smiled before leaning back in your chair, plugging your headphones before he could even say a word back, closing your eyes and getting lost in a long train of thoughts about Peter.

The quick stop made you jet wide awake. You grumbled something as you fixed your sweater putting your shoes back before standing up and walking out, Dimitri pointing to the building in front.

"Wait so Fury wants us to fight?" A few seconds later you were standing in an old building in the middle of the road, Peter sheepishly standing in front of you. Fury wanted you to fight against those elementals, your anger bubbled inside you waiting to explode.

The lady didn't seem to talk much as she handed you the suit again, confirming the fight in Prague.

"Im not changing in front of him" You grabbed the jet black suit. "I'll call Nick Fury to tell you how it fits." You nodded scared to be disrespectful to the women before bumping into Peter as you walked towards the door loudly closing it behind you.

You stuffed the suit in your bag, making sure no one watched. Once you were satisfied, you slipped a pack of candy you had previously bought in Venice and zipped your bag up, placing it on one shoulder before walking back towards the bus, grumbling as your anger towards Peter and Fury only grew.

"You ok?" Brad asked you as he took the last step down from the bus, seeing the frown on your face.

"Yeah don't worry about it." You passed right through him, too angry to do anything to anger Peter by interacting more with Brad and climbed the few stairs taking a seat in the same corner as before.

"Dimitri?" You asked once the last person had left.

"hmm?" The strong man nodded before turning around to face you.

"How long have you been working for S.H.E.I.L.D?" You wondered as you took your shoes off and opened the bag of candies, plopping one in your mouth.

"Long time," he replied with his thick Russian accent.

"How come I've never seen you before?" You folded your arms as you settled even more in the seats of the bus. "I hang out with Nick Fury all the time." You questioned Dimitri and for the first, in the short time you had met him, he smiled.

"That's because I work in the European quarters."

"Ah. Makes sense." You shrugged before looking at the window getting lost in a small train of thought.

"So you really think this Mysterio guy is a fake?" Dimitri questioned after a short moment of silence and you nodded.

"Yeah! I mean, I come from another reality myself. His story doesn't hold and he can't just poof from one reality to another, you either need training or powers that make you jump through space portals."

"Like Strange?"

"Exactly like Strange. That's how I got here. My best friend is a reality keeper, that's how we saved ourselves." You shifted your stare as your words became uncomfortable for you to say. "And those elementals aren't real. No one will believe me..." You sighed as you felt your eyes getting glossy. Not even Peter, the one you thought was the love of your life didn't believe you.

"How can you be so sure? You never got a chance to explain yourself yesterday..." His thick accent brought a smile to your lips.

"I'm connected to the elements, no matter the reality the elements are always the same. Water always has the same force... The same chemical reaction with air if you want me to put it that way. It doesn't change whether the reality. Same with fire or air or the earth... What I felt in Venice wasn't water. I felt nothing but air, flat normal air." You sighed, taking another candy as a way to cope. Dimitri stayed quiet, thinking of ways to convince Fury to at least listen to you.

"I don't know who that Quentin guy is... But he's definitely not saying the full truth." You continued before opening your phone, definitely needing a change of ideas. "That's the one reason im agreeing with Nick Fury's plan."

"To keep a close eye on Beck?"

"Exactly." You replied shifting in your seat as you started getting lost on your social media.

Dimitri sighed and looked at the small patch of grass that he had parked on, not knowing what to say. But before another word could be shared, Flash and his group of friends climbed into the bus, Flash's loud voice for his live making you plug in your headphones.

You thought it was going to be a peaceful ride until you spotted Peter with what you recognized to be Tony Stark's glasses sitting on the rim of his nose with panic in his eyes. He made eye contact with you trying to reach for help, pointing towards the back of the bus where a killer drone was casually soaring in the air on its way to kill. Your eyes widen and Peter suddenly made the bus turn around, screaming to everyone for baby mountain goats. Your stare becoming serious as Peter went back down after destroying it.

Brad suddenly came sitting next to your making you grumble as he broke you from your peaceful moment of trying to get over Peter.

"I'm not interested, Brad." You deadpanned as he almost stuffed his phone in your face.

"But- wait I swear this is-" He stammered as he tried to find something, nervously scrolling through his phone.

"Brad- just leave. Please."

The rest of the day flashed in front of you feeling like only angry grumbles towards Peter and complaining.

"Im not going to argue with you again." You stammered as you walked straight past Peter who was desperate to make amends. After his hopes to recover your truth in Paris, this was Peter's only hope.

The matching black stealth suits that you were both given made Peter's head spin as he watched your beautiful figure walk by in it, forgetting for a second about your fight. He watched as you placed your mask on, this time it covered your entire face and like usual your hair was loose behind you.

You looked around the grounds as you slightly jumped off the roof of the building, passing right my Mysterio on the way. You caught yourself using the winds and started walking around the crowd of festivities.

"You're lucky to have a girl like that." Mysterio broke Peter's moment of staring as you approached the fountain where the 'heatwave' was spotted.

"Yeah..." Peter sighed as he approached the border of the building ready to swing away. "But... I think we're over." He played with the tips of his gloved hands as he felt the new tears rise up to his eyes.

"oh."

"She's mad at me becaus-" He turned around to face him, thinking of rambling his feelings out for a few minutes but quickly catching himself. "Nevermind." He shook his head letting out a sad chuckle as he felt the tears line up, pushing them away as he got ready to execute the plan.

You couldn't feel a hint of heat as the ground suddenly melted, a giant fire monster slowly rising from the iron and metal that decorated the area.

You took a few steps back and placed your hand on the floor, freezing the ground in a few seconds, waiting until it reached the monster. But as it did, your powers felt as though they were on autopilot as you blinked for a few seconds watching the ice slowly invade the monster.

Sensing something was wrong, you fully let go of your powers as though you weren't doing anything, and to your surprise, the ice continued by itself as though you had never stopped using it.

You watched keeping a hand on the ground to fool Mysterio, watching when the monster melted the ice that magically appeared.

"Who is this man?" You whispered to yourself as you looked around sensing the small flying things that scattered the air. Suddenly a web shot right across you sticking to one of those invisible flying machines that clouded the air, loudly dropping a piece onto the floor.

You eyed it with your sharp eyes and started walking to it, to your surprise spotting MJ as you did.

"MJ!" you accidentally called out her name, placing a hand over your mouth in panic, stammering on your wowhatever do you know my name?" She questioned with a knowing smirk as she held onto the electronic piece.

"I- I have to go but, you- you hang on to this alright?" you asked as she stared at you with a knowing look. "And be careful, please" you sighed and she smiled as she was now 100% sure it was you and Peter behind the mask.

The rest of the fight went just as Mysterio planned. Just enough chaos and just enough everything to make Peter believe every single lie Mysterio wanted him to believe.

"You didn't want to be here." You winced as Nick Fury ended his sentence directed at Peter. "And you." He turned you a mix of anger and disappointment rising. "Do you see what could have happened if we didn't fight that thing?" Nick Fury pointed to the mess. "Fix what ever your powers are telling you, but you owe this man an apology." And with that Nick Fury turned on his heels and headed to his car leaving you and your anger.

Both you and Peter felt like tearing up, Peter definitely showing it more than you were. You balled your fist up making the wind blow around everyone without even realizing it.

"Let's get some drinks kids." Mysterio placed a hand on your shoulder to calm you down. He nodded towards you and you angrily turned your body away, Peter too devasted by Fury's words to notice the interaction.

"No." you almost screamed. "I don't know what evil things you have planned or how you managed to do that but I won't follow you anywhere!" You cried out and tried to release your hand from his grip but he brought you close to him.

"You'll be sorry for that." His grip on your wrist became harder, almost hurting you, Mysterio releasing you as you were terrorized in

fear.

"you will regret this." You pointed to Mysterio before turning around on your heels, wondering if Peter had even caught a word of the conversation.

"Well, Peter?" Peter turned around at the mention of his name. "How about a drink?"

"Im 16-"

"I'll just get you a lemonade then." He gave him a charming smile as he approached Peter, wrapping his arm around his shoulders.

You grumbled something that might have not been English as you walked back to the hotel. The cold air of the night whispering in your ears as you made your way into a few dark streets feeling a certain change in the air behind you.

Before you could even turn around to see, you were hit in the head by something heavy causing you to crash to the floor, the world becoming blurry before dark hit your eyes.

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ajaviary · 3 years

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Coup De Grace Ch 5 (Pt1)

Coup De Grâce

Assassination Classroom

~Warning: This Chapter has some mentions of sexual assault, Viewer discretion is advised.

Chapter 5

Rating: M (18+)

Word Count: 13463 (split into two parts)

Irina dug her nails into the tender flesh of her palm that was hidden from view. She wasn’t sure why his question caused her heart to race. As she was flooded with a need to run, to escape. Her nails bit down harder drawing blood along her palm and she took a breath and held it aware of the fact that both of Koro-Sensei and Karasuma were watching her too closely, even as the latter continued to carefully detangle her hair.

“Just the family,” she muttered, but the curling sensation of dread that stole her breath told her something else. Her mind flashed back to the little boy she’d seen in the upstairs bathroom and she squeezed her eyes shut and something fluttered along her mind, a memory...but not. More as a sensation of words along her ear, a whisper of sound where she couldn't recall the words. The tone of the words was not Dimitiri, it hadn’t sounded like him. Why she had blocked out the actual words spoken she wasn't sure. It could be a memory lapse from the concussion.

She had her doubts that it was related to that. It reached far deeper than that. It was why her memory was fragmented, missing pieces, her mind reacting to protect her from what she couldn't handle. If she tried to force open the memories, she couldn't; she was almost positive she could...but did she want to risk it?

Yes. As she tried to mentally go back to the lapses of memories, a sequence that seemed out of place filtered into the darkness.

“As lovely as I remember,” A male voice filtered in her memory.

“I want you awake…”

The voice trailed off as a hand slapped across her face, jerking her to the side, she could taste copper in her mouth as she rocked by the chains around her wrists, suspended above the floor. She remembered swinging from the chain, both feet struggling to touch the ground. There was no pain, just the flare of heat across her cheek.

She was groggy, her body felt heavy from the drug still running through her veins. Her blue eyes opened slowly, struggling to stay remain. To see who was talking with her. Her head lulled against her arm. Her eyes started to close again and rough fingers grabbed her chin and squeezed along her jaw in a bruising grip.

“That stupid boy gave you too much.” He murmured in a low tone, his voice rich, a cascading accent hinted at his words. He was Italian. Even her hazy mind could catch that.

“Dimitri tells me you have a history. That you used to be lovers...now you give yourself to men before you kill them. How well did Olga train you?” He wondered, his fingers wrenching at her bound blonde hair forcing her gaze to clash with predatory gold eyes. She noticed a burn along his neck that stretched along part of his right cheek. He was handsome for an older man, his blonde hair streaked with silver.

“We don’t have much time, that boy will be back soon. I'll make this quick. You’ll enjoy it trust me…”

‘What?’

“Daddy issues hmm? Lovro’s always had a thing for strays. I told him you were too much trouble to keep, but look at you now, all grown up. I remember when you were little… too bad he interrupted us before. That won't happen now. I've waited a long time for this.”

Rough, calloused hands roamed over her bare skin, going lower as she heard the click of a belt and swish of the heavy material hit the floor as it pulled down at his ankles. Her heart pounded inside her chest, her body wouldn't move no matter how hard she tried. The feeling of being powerless, unable to get her body to respond was unlike anything she’d felt before, the fear was nearly overwhelming. This wasn’t her choice...she hadn’t decided.

She was always in control. She always had a plan.

She closed her eyes, squeezing them shut, as she tried to think about anything else. She shivered in disgust as those rough fingers worked their way under the hem of her jogging pants as the soft material was pulled down her legs. Her heart pounded behind her ribcage. Slowly her fingers curled in her chains. The heat of his fingers burned her cold skin as he ran his fingers up the back of her legs as she could hear him shifting closer to her...she could feel his legs brush her own as he lifted her legs higher on his thighs and traveled higher still.

“Scream for me Princess.” He whispered into her ear as he pulled down her hips over his own.

Her eyes snapped open and she reached out, shoving at Karasuma’s arms, smearing blood along his bare flesh and forcing him to let go of her, to get a little space. She took another breath, it was too fast, her lungs couldn’t seem to get enough air, her breathing was too fast, too rapid. She felt like she was going to pass out. It was by will alone that she avoided being sick in front of them. To vomit up whatever was in her stomach over the last few hours, which was nothing, but it didn't stop her from the dry heaves as she buried her face in her hands for a moment as she struggled to get back her control.

To save any dignity she might have left.

“Irina…” Karasuma murmured softly, his eyes wide for a moment he wasn’t sure what to do. He knew whose fault this was as his dark eyes narrowed at the yellow octopus as he watched her curl in on herself, the way her whole body trembled.

Irina curled her shaking fingers around her shoulders and clenched her teeth as she rode out the panic attack. She closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to see them or whatever look was on their faces. The concern or worse the pity in their eyes.

Lock it down! Don't let it take you under. No one has to know...

“No, ” she lied, forcing the word past her lips.

The lie was unfortunately obvious to everyone in the room.

Karasuma had stood beside her bed; his hands clenched at his side. He wanted to trade places with her, wanted to take the pain away, wanted to rewind the clock of time and ensure this never happened to her. He couldn't do any of those things. He knew that and he wasn't sure what she was comfortable with, what she could handle. He knew she had remembered something; those reactions of violence as she came out of her silences were too much to be anything else. He was worried about what she had remembered...that reaction, her evasion had him worried that it had to do with what Koro Sensei was asking. He knew it had to relate. It was too obvious.

“I’m -” The yellow creature started.

“It’s fine... I'm fine. Moving on--” she cut in her hands being raised to her face to inspect the damage. As a towel was pressed to the wound and the flash of tan skin and masculine hands told her who it was. She swallowed softly but didn't pull away.

“Finish your report Koro-sensei. You believe another person was there, why?” Irina wondered, her tone devoid of any emotion, her level of detachment a defense mechanism.

Straightening Koro-Sensei regarded her closely before he pressed forward, struggling to keep his voice calm. “There was evidence of a struggle. The blood type found didn't match anyone at the home and when run with the DNA found on various parts of your body it's a match to not just Dimitri but a secondary assailant.”

She didn't say anything for a moment as she carefully pulled her hands away from his own, pressing the towel between her palms. It wasn't hard to read between the lines she had already suspected at least one of them knew. This was humiliating, the disgust, she felt so dirty...so raw and so horribly exposed. She knew deep down, she’d known. The memory spoke for itself, she swallowed testing to see if she was going to be sick or not. Not yet.

“It’s all a blur I can’t... remember, ” her soft words caused the men to exchange a look but neither wanted to broach the subject. To press for more answers, to ask if that was true. At least not yet.

“Is there anything else?” Her hushed question was met with silence and tension in the room was heavy and she caught the flare of anger across Karasuma’s features.

Koro-sensei muttered something about the time and fled the room. Leaving them alone. He didn't want to be involved in this conversation.

Karasuma looked at the young woman in the hospital bed, the bruises decorating her cheek and the swelling and dark color along her jaw. The stitches along her hairline that we're carefully covered with a bandage. He saw how fragile she looked, how tired and yet how strong. How despite everything she was still fighting.

“They want to do a pregnancy test at a later date, too see…” he trailed off the obvious implications as ran his hand through his hair and tugged at the ends for a moment.

“That isn’t necessary,” she said softly her gaze on her curled hands that were in her lap, she sank her teeth into her lower lip and tried to remember one of the detachment methods that Olga had taught her, what had happened to her wasn’t an uncommon occurrence when dealing with someone of her profession. She had slept with men nearly her whole life, those were her choice, it wasn’t the act that bothered her, but the fact the decision hadn’t been hers to make.

For some reason she remembered the incident with the reaper and the rose Karasuma had given her after the fight, it wasn’t something that should have made such a profound impact on her and yet it allowed her to drag her gaze from her own inner turmoil to look at him. The guilt settled heavily over her. What does he think of me now?

“I’m sorry, ” her soft, hollow words reached his ears and his whole body jerked toward her. Taking a step toward the bed before he could stop himself. “This isn’t what you signed up for.”

His fingers brushed over her uninjured cheek, gently his fingers warmed part of her neck. “Hey now,” he whispered as he pressed his forehead to her own. “I’m not going anywhere. We’ll get through this together.” The fingers of his free hand rested atop her clenched hands.

Carefully she scooted over in the bed and after a moment he sat carefully next to her, one leg hanging off the bed to touch the floor. As her cheek rested against his shoulder and her eyes fluttered closed. Her fingers wound through his own as her breathing evened out and sleep dragged her under once more. The exhaustion taking its toll.

Karasuma glanced toward the door as he ran his thumb gently over her knuckles as she slept. He didn't let go of her hand even as his own grew numb. He closed his eyes for a moment, his own exhaustion catching up with him as well. He’d never intended to fall asleep.

The silent click of the camera from the doorway and a wide smile along a large yellow head, the only give away to who was there. As Koro-Sensei sent the picture to the students of Class E along with a short summary that said Irina seemed to be out of the woods, but had a long recovery left.

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It was Monday morning by the time Irina was conscious enough to speak with her doctor and was given the news that he would like to keep her until Thursday, possibly Friday before she could be given his permission to go home. He did say that she could check herself out against medical advice, but he didn't recommend it with the chest tube as the possibility for an infection was still something to consider. Karasuma had taken the beginning of the week off staying at the hospital with her, bringing her books, her laptop, whatever she might need to keep herself preoccupied. Her time was spent scouring the deep web for any information she could get on the man she remembered. This was a very delicate matter, one that required her searches to be short and in some cases inconsistent, considering she still had not mentioned anything to Karasuma. One of the many secrets she was keeping from him.

She could have asked Lovro...but she wasn't ready to face that yet. She wanted to see what she could find on her own first. She blamed him for what happened to Dimitri -- no, she blamed herself too. It wasn't something she was ready to let go of just yet. She made her choice years ago and now it haunted her.

It was Wednesday afternoon before she was able to have her chest tube removed.

She hadn't been sleeping very well, she’d dream of her captivity, she’d wake in a cold sweat and sometimes she’d be screaming when she woke, sometimes there were tears, other times it was to wake up with the inability to breathe. Her instances during the day that triggered her memories, or new ones she’d tried to ignore. There was little for her to do but to think and go over what happened, wondering if she should have done something differently. If she’d made the right choice at all.

She wasn't hungry and no one pushed the issue, not when there were other iv nutrients that could be given. It wasn’t so bad really, she just wasn’t hungry, she couldn’t stomach the thought of food.

Irina had gone six days without a shower; sponge baths only went so far, she’d gotten help to wash her hair, but it wasn’t the same. The constant hovering was beginning to become too much. She wanted to wash her hair, she wanted to go home. She wanted to be alone to not be bothered by a single soul for a few hours. She wanted to throw up without an audience, she wanted to cry without witnesses, she didn’t want all the wires, the needles, the meds...all the questions. She wanted everything to stop. It had been six days and it was still too much.

Karasuma was leaving for work this morning and she was stuck here as alone as one could get inside a hospital in the critical care unit with a constant array of hospital staff checking up on you at various hours of the days, as long as her stats stayed in a normal range and her panic attacks or instances of disassociation were limited to certain windows she was left alone. Karasuma had been staying here with her as long as he could, but he’d felt out of place eating in front of her, so there were instances where he wasn’t with her. Those moments of alone time, were a blessing and a curse as she was sure that she was hearing someone talk to her. She was pretty sure it was just her own sort of mental breakdown thanks to the stress of the last few days, and the dark thoughts settling over her.

Her thoughts were in a spiral of dark and depressing, but she’d been careful to hide it. She didn’t want him to worry more than he already was. Maybe once she got out of this room and was able to do more than be confined as she was, maybe she’d feel better...feel like being alive was worth it.

Her gaze watched as Karasuma lingered in the doorway of her hospital room, his arms crossed over his chest and dressed in his normal dress slacks and white dress shirt and his black jacket hanging over his shoulder. “I can stay a little longer,” he offered his gaze assessing everything about her. “I’ll be fine, it’s only for a few hours. If anything happens I’m sure you’ll be notified, besides I doubt we’ll have any more incidents...like the other day. Don’t worry, besides Ritsu is babysitting,” she managed a smile, but she could tell from the tension in his shoulders he could see that it was forced.

If she was honest with herself the fact he was leaving left her with a heavy sense of unease and yet she wanted the space at the same time. The hand she had hidden under the blanket curled tightly around the small switchblade Karasuma had left her only five days ago. She took comfort in the pain across her palm.

Karasuma was just as exhausted as she was, she could tell it in the way his shoulders drooped and the dark circles under his eyes. He was also being careful around her, his movements were slow, his hands almost always visible, but there was the anger that lurked in his eyes the more he saw her struggle and the more she hid from him.

How was one supposed to talk about what happened, talk about the fear she felt when she heard someone yelling in the hallway or another patient's family wailing in their grief? How was she supposed to explain where she was taken back when one of the nurses accidentally knocked over a glass vase with flowers from another family? How was she supposed to explain the confinement of her room at night, being unable to move because of the wires and her leg made her remember when her leg had been broken? Sometimes she’d be taken back to the rape, but she always came back to herself before the act as though she was blocking it out.

It left her wondering if she was missing something important, a crucial detail. She needed to remember.

How did she tell him, sometimes she saw Dimitri when she caught him at an angle where she couldn't see his face? How did she tell him that the man with the burn scar on his neck haunted her dreams at night, how did she admit to him that she had lied once again...it seemed to be all she could do lately was lie. All because she was too afraid, too proud, too weak...too embarrassed to admit what happened, too willing to act like it hadn’t happened at all.

Hiding the letters, leaving a trail of clues was why she was in this mess in the first place...it was the only reason she was alive. He had cared enough to look for her. She shouldn’t have made it out of there alive, she shouldn’t have dragged them all into her mess to clean up...they were still cleaning up because she’d left so many problems still at their feet. She had to clean this up, she had to settle her debits.

He may be angry but that was nothing compared to the self-loathing that she felt. She was angry with her circumstances, the level of dependence she was forced to undergo. Angry at herself for the constant lies, everytime she was close to talking about something, something small in her capture...something to let him in, no words would come out and instead she would change the subject.

Her fingers curled tighter around the blade and the sharper the pain, the easier it was to breathe for the moment. The tension building let up just a little bit.

“One of the kids will be by after PE today.”

“No.”

He stilled in the doorway. “Irina…” Her name falling from his lips was filled with a level of agitation. He caught himself and sighed loudly releasing the anger in that moment, it wasn’t her fault...he truly couldn’t blame her and yet in some ways he was. “They want to see you, ” he said softly, trying a different tactic, trying to place himself in her position and yet he didn’t want her to be alone. The kids still had a deadline to keep, the clock was still ticking, still getting shorter.

Karasuma saw the way her eyes filled with tears and she looked away from him. “Another time Karasuma, not right now. Please.” She pulled her knee to her chest and curled arms around it. Why would she want anyone to see her like this? Weren't two adults enough? The knife lay hidden under the covers. If only he knew what she planned to use it for, he probably would have taken it a long time ago. She could hear his footfalls as he came closer.

She stiffened on reflex, but he didn’t strike her, he would never do that. A wave of guilt filled her, she knew he wouldn’t do that. No his fingers threaded gently through her hair. It had to feel disgusting. She didn’t feel worthy of everything he was doing, of his support...of his affection.

Was that love? Is that what love was supposed to be feeling protected and wanted...sheltered from the harsh realities of life?

Who's going to love you now?

Dimitri’s parting words during their fight were not lost to her.

The warmth along her hand brought her back to reality, back to the man in front of her. She would never admit that she was waiting for his return when he left, but also for him to never return. A rather vicious cycle as she was filled with awe and unadulterated rage depending on her mood at the time.

It was just one more thing to hate about herself.

So many pieces of normal were missing, she would never fully function like everyone else. She’d never been normal after the first time she’d taken someone's life...it changed something in you. Something was missing that others had. Now wasn’t any different; it was just more pronounced that she didn't feel ok.

“We’ll do another day. It’s ok.” He said softly his large hand covered her own for a moment. His thumbs gently wiped at her tears. His lips pressed to her forehead. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his eyes closed.

Her chest tightened and she absently rubbed at it. As her blue eyes spotted the clock, she knew he’d be late. Her fingers pressed at his chin and along his cheek, she could feel the faint stubble indicating he'd been rushing this morning. “You’re going to be late.” His light chuckle caused her to smile a little. A flare of light in the darkness that had become her world in the last few days.

His fingers curled gently along her hand as he brushed a kiss along her fingers. Next his thumb brushed gently over the bruising along her cheek, as though he had all the time in the world. “They’ll understand.”

Somehow he made her feel like the most important person in the world. It only made the guilt heavier, and her hate uglier. Knowing that she was shutting him out, he wanted to know what happened to her. He wanted to be able to help her and she wouldn’t talk about it. She wasn’t even sure where to begin, how to explain. Why would she ever wish to share out loud what she’d been through, how would she go about admitting to the second person admitting she remembered.

“Go on,” she insisted, her fingers briefly brushed through his hair, finally giving into her own impulse just this once. Her cheeks heated with color and she looked toward the door at the knock. Her fingers curled to her chest.

He approached the door and opened it, seeing one of the six nurses who worked in this unit. “Mr. Karasuma, ” the young woman bowed to him and let her attention drift to Irina. “Would you like to try some crutches today? A small walk could be good for you. Once we remove your catheter” she suggested.

“I’ll see you in a few hours.” Irina said quickly, her cheeks darkening further as that information was shared so publicly. The small smile that he flashed to her was only for her as he disappeared down the hallway, he had the grace not to laugh or show that he was phased by this information at all.

Will he still love you when this is all over?

What happens when he finds out the truth...finds out all the lies…

The deceptions?

The half truths?

Is going alone the right move?

Didn’t this last tragedy teach you anything...you're vulnerable.

What happened with Dimitri and ‘him’...still affects you.

How can you possibly function at the standard necessary to make it out alive?

He’d help you if you would let him…

Please...I don’t want to be alone anymore.

Don’t hate me when this is all over...

She gave the nurse a bright smile as she came closer, none the wiser to her inner turmoil. “Maybe getting outside would be a good idea and I think I can give it a try, how hard can it be?” she joked with a light laugh. No one ever saw through her façade, everyone fell for her charms...it was too easy. She needed easy, she needed to hide the darkness just a little longer.

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Tadaomi Karasuma paused as he hit the elevator button for it to go down. He didn’t glance in the direction of the young man lingering in the shadows. “Shouldn’t you be at school?” he asked but it was clear he already knew the answer and really this turn of events didn’t have surprised him, in fact he’d been banking on him.

“Nah, I’m not feeling well.” Karma countered his hands stuffed in the pockets of his school uniform pants. “Besides, if anything interesting happens I can borrow Nagisa’s notes or get the details from one of the others.” This was said with a shrug of his shoulders as his golden eyes regarded Karasuma’s haggard appearance, despite his best attempts to be in top form, it was no secret the man was exhausted and those signs of weariness gave way to the fact that there was a lot more going on with Professor B than anyone was willing to actually tell them.

Sure they knew a bit from what they had overheard, but they didn’t know everything and if one were to read between the lines it was clear things were in motion on a ride no one could fully comprehend. “Do you want to leave her alone here?” He wondered his voice edged with judgement based on his answer. Karma was purposely pressing his buttons, his weaknesses being more apparent the longer she was here. The red head saw the way the older man’s shoulders tensed, telling him something happened, something no one was talking about. “How safe do you believe this place is? A couple of kids got on this floor the day she was placed here.” he continued.

“It’s not.”

The short, honest answer had Karma jerking his gaze upward to meet the older man’s angry dark eyes, surprised to see that he was facing him fully no longer intending to ignore him as though he wasn’t really there.

Karma clenched his teeth together and felt his nails bit along his palms. “Why are you leaving, if it’s not safe?”

Karasuma gave him a heavy look and said nothing for a moment. “You don’t follow the rules Mr. Akabane and you certainly won’t honor the request of your teachers and you certainly won’t listen to Irina when she attempts to kick you out.”

The red head chuckled to himself and pulled his hands from his pocket and ran his fingers back through his hair. “That’s a mighty expectation of me Mr. Karasuma, are you sure you don’t have them too high?” he questioned, but it was clear that he wasn’t going to be leaving anytime soon.

“Listen,” Karasuma’s serious tone caused Karma to still and it was clear in the eerie way he’d stilled that he was giving his PE teacher his full attention. “If anything feels off about anyone here you make sure to drop this word in conversation. We will be listening.” Karasuma had gotten in his personal space, and his tone had dropped to a low whisper along his ear as he showed him what was written on the inside of his palm, the angle not able to be seen by the cameras in the hallway. Any listening devices wouldn’t be able to pick up what was said either.

The code word was Poseidon.

Karma glanced down at the word and grinned recognizing the connection pretty quickly. He gave an incline of his head and the two parted to give a better distance, watching as Karasuma pressed the elevator button again. “So what happened these last few days?” he questioned as Karasuma stepped onto the elevator.

“She handled it.” Was the only response he got as the door closed separating them. For a moment Karma scratched at the back of his neck wondering about the details, but after a moment he shrugged to himself and headed down the hallway toward Professor Jelavic’s hospital room, it was an unspoken rule to many of them that calling her Professor Bitch was no longer allowed, for those that really needed the reminder it was spelled out and if they screwed up it wouldn’t be pretty for them.

He couldn’t say for sure how well Karasuma would take it, he looked about one second away from losing his cool if pressed in the wrong direction. He’d never say it to the guys face, but this was taking its toll. Frowning to himself he placed his ear pod in his ear and used Ritsu to place a call.

“He’s on his way. Yeah, he’s definitely gonna be late. Get ready.” He considered for a moment and decided to pass along what he knew. “Something happened but no one's talking, why don’t you see what you can find out?” he suggested as he ended the call and pressed open the door of her room.

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Irina jerked her blue eyes to the door as the click signified someone was coming in. The nurses always knocked, everyone always knocked. Her heart pounded inside her chest, the rate increasing as her flight or fight response kicked in. Her fingers clutched around the knife she wanted to use, but she didn’t, she wouldn’t until she was sure it was safe to do so. Her breathing was too fast and she was struggling to fight the panic and keep the look off her face and gain some semi balance of control.

The flare of golden eyes from the doorway, had her popping the switch blade of the knife and the blade cut along her other hand as they shook so violently she almost dropped it in her lap. Karma was quick and batted the blade away with the note book in his hand sending it harmlessly to the floor where it hit with a clatter and skidded away. “Geez Professor I know you're happy to see me but c’mon now,” he joked easily, but his gaze was assessing her with a critical eye.

He watched the fear slip from her face, her bright blue eyes cleared as she clutched her other hand over the wound as the blood began to seep through her fingers, leaving him wondering how bad she’d cut herself. He watched the fear slip from her face, her features hardened as she gathered herself under control, her emotions locked tight behind her bright blue eyes.

“I thought my babysitter was only Ritsu today,” she muttered, her irritation clear in her tone, but she seemed more like herself, not as jittery as she’d been a moment ago, the flare of pain having brought her out of the panic attack and dissociation.

Karma moved toward the knife and picked it up. He inspected it for a moment before he retracted the blade and pocketed it. He wasn’t sure she needed it right now. “I wasn't feeling well so I figured I’d take the day off,” he explained casually as he moved toward the bed with a spare white towel he’d found on his pass through of the room. Holding it out, he watched as she pressed the towl to the cut. He didn't hover or offer to help as he sank into the chair beside the bed.

“I’m not here on any official business if that’s what you're worried about. You know how Karasuma is, he never lets anything slip, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to see how you were Professor. You fought well the other night and--” he paused letting the silence settle over them for a moment. “Thanks for looking out for a bunch of brats,” he told her as he folded his hands behind his head and leaned further back in his chair. His gaze skirting the room looking for anything that might be out of place.

Irina pressed the towel to the slice along the palm of her hand as she listened to arguably one of her best students in terms of intelligence, but he was the biggest rule breaker. Her gaze was thoughtful as she considered what he’d said. “Don’t get the wrong idea, I didn’t do it for you all, but It seems things worked in that direction either way. So don’t go around throwing grace where it isn’t warranted.”

As the silence stretched between them, she spent a few moments regarding the cut along her palm. She wanted to be angry with the red-head, but he offered her some valuable insight, a way to cut into the panic attacks to wipe them out in a literal manner. A little primitive, but she couldn’t deny the effectiveness. There was no way to know for sure if this would work on the Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, but she was hoping to for any current quick fix that would allow her to better function. She needed to be on her feet as quickly as possibly and these episodes weren’t helping.

Her time of playing house with these kids wasn’t something that she could continue to do. She still had a target on her back. The longer she stayed here, stayed in one place for long, even if it was to just heal, it was too dangerous. She’d been there only a few hours and someone had come to take her out. She wasn’t naive enough to deny her saving grace had been Koro-Sensei and Ritsu yesterday. None of that made this any better, she was a sitting duck here and far too vulnerable for her liking.

She needed a little more time to make her next move. A little more time for her body to heal.

Karma laughed, the sound gradually building as he regarded the young woman in front of him. “Tell me Professor, how long do you plan to keep everyone in the dark? Killing your childhood friend tends to take its toll. Especially considering all that he did to you. You’re far from ok, yet you want to do this all alone...isn't that the same mentality that got you in this position in the first place?” His sharp eyes were cold, and calculating as their gazes clashed.

Irina removed the towel from her hand and regarded the wound, purposely ignoring him even as he waited for an answer. She flexed her fingers carefully, watching to see if the wound was going to bleed anymore. She didn't have the luxury of band-aides and it wasn't like she could explain this to the nurse.

There was no lie, no excuse to explain this away, ever her skills of persuasion had their limits.

“If you're just going to berate me for my choices, I don’t believe I need an extra party for such an activity. If you’ve said all that you had to say, you can leave.”

“I’m good thanks, I think I’ll stay a while.”

She resisted the urge to fist her hands. Instead she tossed back her blanket and scooted to the edge of the bed and began to slide from the bed.

“What are you doing?!” The redhead demanded swiftly rising to his feet, worry in his golden eyes. If anything happened to her, he knew exactly who would take the blame in Karasuma’s eyes.

“Leaving obviously.”

Her fingers curled around the first crutch, as her good leg began to buckle under her weight. Irina over-corrected and hadn't had the other crutch ready to catch herself. She felt herself falling as she hadn't been prepared for the weakening of her muscles. It wasn't a surprising phenomenon had she been less hasty, less angry she might have considered that option.

Hands pressed against her shoulders aware of the wound that stretched down the center of her chest. He carefully helped her sit back on the bed. Watched as she coughed into her hands her head tilted away from him. He shifted away from her and retrieved the fallen crutches from the floor.

“If you're that determined, catch your breath and then we'll see about the courtyard. They have wheelchairs, you know, ” he pointed out with a heavy sigh.

The frosty glare she sent him was telling. He watched the way her hand wiped at the sheet under the blanket once her coughing fit was under control. She hadn’t said anything and he could hear the wheeze of air with every intake of breath.

He held up his hands. “Alright, alright.” he joked easily, but he was watching the way she rubbed at her chest as though it hurt. “I can’t say I’d want the wheelchair either,” he continued to talk to fill the silence.

Karma watched as she ran her fingers through her hair and made a face. “I can’t wait to get out of here,” she muttered to herself, her blue eyes went to her leg and it was clear she was considering some options about how long it would take to heal, the leg was covered by a bandage that went half way down her leg and above the knee cap, the metal rods attached to the bone to keep it centered, straight and attached and allow it to heal. In reality she shouldn’t be walking on her leg for a few more days, the brace her leg was in prevented her from moving. The risk of reopening the wound was too great, but she needed to get out even if it was for just five minutes.

“Then let’s go.”

Her gaze darted to the crutches he held out toward her. After a moment of deliberation, she rose once more to her feet, her fingers curling along the crutches as she settled them under her arms and she kept her injured leg off the ground.

Karma tapped the back of her hand injured palm twice and as she carefully lifted it from the crutch he placed the towel there to avoid the rubbing of her skin on the rubber to cause the cut to bleed. He was already going over some other avenues of getting some bandages and one thought made him shudder as the last thing he wanted to be on lately was Karasuma’s bad side, but if she intended to hide it from the nurses well it seemed the only feasible option.

“Ready?” he questioned as he stepped back and to the side, giving her enough room to maneuver as she needed too. He watched her move forward toward the door watched as with every step she got a little more sure of herself and her own strength, but one thing he did notice was how tired she was even just going this bit of distance.

She pressed forward and he didn’t get in her way even as they slipped out the door and headed down the hallway toward the elevator. As they were tucked away from prying eyes he asked the question that had been bothering him.

“How did you get them to limit their checks?”

She merely smirked and didn't answer him. Instead she caught her breath, her anger flaring as her body failed to complete a simple walk down the hallway. This couldn't continue. She needed to be healing faster.

Irina watched the elevator as it opened and together they rode up instead of down. As Karma caught her look, he linked his hands behind his head. “They built a small courtyard on the building adjacent to this one a few years ago. It has its own walkway on the seventh floor.”

Her ribs ached from the pressure of her arms being raised. Still she pushed through it and they eventually made it to the courtyard.

She sat on the wooden bench under one of the small trees and for a moment just took it all in. Her fingers trailed over the wood absently as though she were familiarizing herself with the outside world with the freedom she hadn't been sure she would see again.

It sounded ludicrous but it had felt as though she’d traded one prison for another. She knew it wasn't, she knew and yet she still felt that way. Trapped, and unable to escape with her ever present list of enemies bearing down on her.

Karma lingered against the tree out of sight but it still allowed him to watch her and give her the privacy she was so desperate for. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and sent a text to the rest of those in his class to see how things were going.

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My next practice scene was going to be with Dimitri and Marianne-- but then I saw the Dimitri/Felix NSFW Bingo thing happening on twitter and got inspired! This marks off a few squares, namely: Infirmary, Non-penetrative, Felix’s tits, and Dimitri’s mouth (a bit).

I don’t plan to do more than this so I’m not aiming for bingo, but it sure was fun! :D

Dimitri/Felix NSFW

Word Count: 1600

Contains: Pre-Skip Dimitri/Felix, hand-jobs, wounded Dimitri

Felix is aware that the Boar nearly got himself killed during the mission today, not that he saw exactly what happened.

Felix is aware that the Boar is stable in the infirmary. Professor Byleth assured the Lions of such at dinner.

Felix is aware that he is the only one who hadn’t gone to see the Boar afterwards, though Mercedes and Sylvain both asked him if he wanted to.

And now Felix lies awake in his dorm, aware that Dimitri is fine and expected to fully recover by the end of the week. Felix knows there is nothing to worry himself over.

Yet-- the last time Felix had seen Dimitri, he had been bloody from the waist up, unconscious, partially obscured by a white-faced Mercedes, lance laying just out of arm’s reach.

The image won’t leave Felix’s head. He tries to picture Dimitri whole and safe, covered in bandages, sleeping peacefully on his back under Manuela’s care. But he can’t convince himself.

Felix is aware it’s late, but he climbs out of bed and leaves the dorms anyway.

If anyone spots him on his way across the monastery no one says anything. Felix creeps past Rhea’s audience chamber, Seteth’s and Jeralt’s offices, and stops before the infirmary door, aware that this is stupid. That he’s being an idiot.

Then he remembers the sounds of Dimitri trying to breathe through the blood in his lungs and Felix opens the door.

The squat candle on Manuela’s desk is little more than a pool of wax. The flame twitches as Felix steps inside. In the low light, he can just make out a form in the far bed. On the floor beside it rests a pair of familiar boots. Felix makes a bee line for this bed and is rewarded with the sight of the Boar.

He is lying on his back. As still as death.

“Boar,” Felix hisses before he can stop himself. He scrambles onto the bed, balancing on his knees over Dimitri without touching him. “Boar,” he repeats when Dimitri doesn’t move.

At least this close Felix can feel him breathing. Can see the rise and fall of his chest. Can hear how clear and unhindered it is. That should be enough to rest Felix’s nerves.

It isn’t.

Sighing, Felix shifts to lay next to Dimitri. There’s just enough room for them side by side, though Felix draws the line at getting under the covers. They’re the only thing stopping him seeing the full extent of Dimitri’s bandages anyway. Which is what he prefers right now.

Felix is practically nestled into the Boar. He reaches up to run his fingertips under one bruised eye. “Dimitri...” he finds himself saying.

That eye flutters. Felix freezes as Dimitri opens both eyes and sucks in a deep breath. “Felix...?”

“I--”

“Did you have a nightmare?”

A what? Felix can only blink. Dimitri smiles-- fond, bemused, almost condescending. It should make Felix’s blood boil but he’s too confused. Dimitri slides an arm under Felix and holds him close. “It’s alright. I’m here now...” Dimitri attempts to roll onto his side but hisses in pain.

“Don’t try it,” Felix snaps, pushing Dimitri back with a hand to the chest.

Dimitri frowns as this. “Come here--”

And he pulls Felix on top of him. Felix swears and tries to sit up, but Dimitri just shushes him and wraps both arms around Felix. “This cannot be comfortable,” Felix grumbles, resting his chin on Dimitri’s chest to glare up at him.

Only then does Felix notice Dimitri’s eyes. Gone is the clear, deep blue. These eyes are fogged over. Glassy.

Could Dimitri still be asleep?

A sigh tickles Felix’s nose and now he can smell something herby and medicinal. Of course. Manuela must have given Dimitri something to help him sleep. “Wake up already.” Felix tries to sit up again.

“You should be sleeping,” Dimitri slurs. “Do you need help relaxing?” One arm ventures downward, marking Felix’s spine as it goes. Before Felix can answer, Dimitri shifts his legs and rocks his knee gently into Felix’s crotch.

Felix tenses. Dimitri does it again and Felix bites off a moan. This seems to encourage Dimitri, who gets one hand between them to slide up Felix’s shirt. “Just let me do all the work, Felix. I will take care of you.”

Even as he wonders if this is such a good idea, Felix rubs against Dimitri’s knee with grunt, hiding his face in Dimitri’s shoulder. Cool fingers run from his abdomen up his chest to close around one nipple. Dimitri hums with satisfaction when Felix gasps against his neck.

“That’s it,” Dimitri coos. “I have you.” The arm still holding Felix leaves and goes lower, dips into his sleep pants, finds his erection.

Felix shakes his head and raises up on his hands. “You-- Wake up.” And he kisses Dimitri. Bites at his bottom lip and thrusts his tongue inside and hopes it’s enough to snap Dimitri out of this.

At first it doesn’t. At first Dimitri just sloppily returns the kiss and lets Felix ravage his mouth, one hand still palming Felix’s cock. But then Felix gives an involuntary cant forward and makes contact with Dimitri’s waist.

Dimitri pulls away from Felix’s with a grunt of pain. Felix curses again-- he must have disturbed a wound. “Sorry,” Felix mutters, and he means it. He leans back and finds Dimitri’s eyes back to normal, rounder with shock but normal all the same.

“Felix?” Dimitri looks between them. At the damp spot in Felix’s pants. At where his hands are. “O-Oh...”

“Yeah, oh.” Felix sits back on his knees and tugs his shirt off. “Don’t you dare stop now.”

“N-No.”

“No?”

“I mean-- No, I won’t stop.” Dimitri stares at where he’s is still cupping one of Felix’s pecs. “I... If you would permit me--”

“We’re past that point.” Felix bucks into Dimitri’s hand. “Come on. You said you’d take care of me.”

Dimitri swallows. “That I did. And I will.” With that, Dimitri leans up to catch Felix’s other nipple in his mouth.

Felix lets loose a groan and holds Dimitri there, lost in the feel of his tongue and hands drawing Felix tight like a bow string. It’s not long before Dimitri switches to the opposite nipple, laving at the bud and lighting scraping it with his teeth, all the while pumping Felix rhythmically. Felix has the fleeting thought that he should be touching Dimitri back.

Then Dimitri leaves Felix’s chest entirely and the thought is replaced with disappointment. Dimitri lets go of his cock as well. “What’s--”

“I want to see you,” Dimitri says softly, hooking his thumbs into Felix’s waist band. “May I?”

“F-Fine.”

Dimitri slides the pants down just far enough to let Felix’s cock free. Inexplicably, Felix blushes now that he’s practically naked in the Boar’s lap. It’s a bit late for embarrassment. “You better not be hiding the fact that you’re in pain right now,” Felix says to distract himself.

“It is not bad. The medicine takes the edge off.” Dimitri sounds so matter-of-fact even as he closes his hand around Felix’s cock again. Felix nods acknowledgment, not trusting his voice, and bends to claim Dimitri’s lips in another deep kiss.

Felix is aware that the bed is creaking with every thrust into Dimitri’s hand-- but he’s more aware of the drag of Dimitri’s tongue over his, of the thumb that caresses his tip to smear precome all over, of the fact that the Boar is alive and well and apparently enough so for this.

Fingers trace Felix’s stomach again before reaching up to play with one nipple. Dimitri breaks their kiss with a groan and buries his face in Felix’s chest. “You are so warm, Felix. Warm all over.” His lips travel blindly over Felix’s skin. “I can’t stop touching you...”

“Good.” Felix tugs Dimitri back by the hair, open mouth practically touching Dimitri’s, so close to the edge he speaks without thought. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop. J-Just keep-- Dim--”

It’s all he can say before he lets out an almighty gasp. Cum paints Dimitri’s chest and part of his blanket but he doesn’t seem to care, stroking Felix steadily through the aftermath. Felix pants in Dimitri’s ear for long moments. The only thing keeping him upright is that collapsing on top of Dimitri would bring pain even the medicine couldn’t cover.

After a time, Dimitri releases his cock and once again wraps his arms around Felix, holding him to his chest as he lies back down. Felix can’t find it in him to be self-conscious about his softening member resting against Dimitri’s bandaged lower half.

“Will you stay?” Dimitri asks in the quiet. He’s been running his hand up and down Felix’s back for the past few minutes. It makes the offer so damn tempting Felix almost shuts his eyes and gives in to it.

But he shakes his head and rolls off Dimitri. “I’m not explaining this to Manuela in the morning,” he states. He gets off the bed, pulls his pants back up, and looks around for his shirt.

“Why did you come here so late?”

“Hope you enjoyed your dream, Boar.” Felix puts his shirt back on and crosses to the door.

Felix is aware that Dimitri is staring holes into his back. He’s aware the dismissal was gruff. So he stops in the doorway and says, “Good night, Dimitri.” Then he leaves without a backwards glance.

Later, he lies in his dorm, confident that the Boar is more than fine. But unable to sleep all the same.

#dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #fire emblem three houses #felix hugo fraldarius #dmlx #dimilix #dimitri fire emblem #felix fire emblem #fraldarddyd #it was v important to me that you all knew dimitri was okay for this #like his in pain but not horrible at the second

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yandere-sins · 4 years

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hiya! i love your writing and i noticed your requests are open so do you think you could write something for dimitri where reader actually loves him back? mayyybe some nsfw and manipulation if you're up for it? anyway, thanks! hope you're doing well and all!

I am not sure if it isn’t obvious but the way I see Dimitri he really tries to cover up the dirty deeds and have his darling love him! Thanks for requesting ^^

Rated Lemon

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“I was just thinking that we- Mmpf! Dimitri!”

Cut off by his lips as he took over yours, you were short of breath by the time he let you go. "Picnic, Dimitri! Picnic!” you finally blurted out your words, falling back on the mattress underneath him and covering your face as you felt it burn up. Even after all this time married to him, you still found yourself flashed with his affections. It made you all sorts of things; giggly, happy... and worried.

“Mhm, I’ll think about it,” he mumbled, kissing along your jawline and down your neck. “We haven’t been outside the castle in forever,” you sighed longingly. Last thing you knew was that the war was mostly over, but you also knew Dimitri’s stance on the whole situation. He didn’t want you to leave the safe castle walls yet, scared you might meet someone unpleasant. Dimitri said there were too many bad people out there, and too many of Edelgard sympathizers that wanted to harm you. It was still too dangerous.

“I want to see the fields again, maybe visit old friends... wouldn’t that be lovely?”

Caressing his cheeks, you led his gaze up to yours again, a smile falling over his lips. “It would be,” he admitted, and you couldn’t help but reciprocate his smile in relief. “But not yet,” he was quick to add, your smile immediately faltering in disappointment. Dimitri leaned forward to peck your lips, humming contently as he retreated again. “I am just worried. We still haven’t managed to find more information on the bandits from last week that attacked the outpost, and I’d be heartbroken if something happened to you.”

Sighing, you nodded slowly. It was hard to hold back your disappointment, despite knowing he only wanted your best. You always relented to him; after all, how could you not. The moment his eyes found yours again, you saw the fear of losing you, the pain of not being able to protect you, maybe. He only ever did what was best for you, even if you slowly grew bored out of your mind, staying indoors, in the spaces he selected explicitly for you to live in. Which he deemed ‘safe’ enough.

Times were tough, and you were blessed with even just being able to have your husband with you at night. You really had no right to complain when he was working so hard to get Faerghus reestablished again after the war and to secure his place as king. Every one of your wishes was granted - with the exception of going out - and you were handled like the finest porcelain. To honor his wishes was the least you could do for him in return.

Dimitri wandered, hands brushing over your body, pulling the strings to your clothes, discarding the fabric. His touch was rough to feel, but his intent was gentle and loving. Even if his hands scrapped your skin, you didn’t complain as his lips were all the more soft. It tickled when he reached your stomach, and he chuckled as he peppered it with kisses, making you laugh from the ticklish sensation.

Soon enough, he was at your bottoms, locking eyes with you as his teeth bit onto the fabric, pulling it the first few inches. When he noticed you looking back with consent in your eyes, he brought his fingers to the waistband, pulling you free of the hindrance that was your underwear. It didn’t take long for him to catch your legs, leaving kisses on the right and red welts on the left, his fingers running it down roughly.

With his whole body, he pushed them apart, conquering the space for himself and lowering his head to please you. Lips parted to reveal his tongue, flicking and reaching for all it could taste. A pleased moan from you was a melody to his ears, softer than anything he heard all day, It was the thing he needed the most, his place of comfort was always with you. Dimitri would have done anything to keep you safe, no matter the cost or the sins he had to commit, and he counted on you to understand.

Even if sometimes, his information wasn’t truthful, he knew you’d understand and comply with his wishes. Maybe there weren’t any bandits anymore. Perhaps Faerghus was already safe and well-established. But that didn’t mean he could risk you finding out anything about it. You were well-off and happy right there in your personal wing. You had what you needed, including a few handpicked servants that knew that even if they just looked at you for a second too long, their head would roll, but if they did well, they would live better than even the king himself.

Though you might not have understood his reasoning, all he could explain it with was love. He loved you. He loved knowing you were safe. He loved knowing where you were and what you were doing and that you weren’t doing anything he’d disapprove of. Even if it meant lying to you, even if it meant killing other people to keep you safe, Dimitri only saw the bigger picture of your family together, happy and forever. He’d never lose anyone else that meant the world to him. Never.

Your moans became frantic as you wound yourself under him, your hands gripping into his hair, pressing him closer and pushing him away rhythmically. You were so close to orgasm, you had already forgotten that you tried to ask Dimitri to leave. The ceiling had started to fall onto your head, and you were desperate to help too, guilt and boredom reigning in your life as you sat in your room idly, drinking tea.

But even so much as the suggestion to have a break together, and go out, have some fun, had not been a success again, and Dimitri was desperate to change your mind from it. His tongue worked you over and over, sucking and nibbling at your sensitive, aroused sex. You were panting and groaning his name as you awaited your climax, flinching right before you reached it, signaling him that he just had to keep doing what he was doing right that moment.

And it worked. Latest as you shivered under him, screaming out loud in pleasure with one hand buried in his hair, the other in the sheets beneath you, you were already oblivious to his dismissal of your wish, satisfaction burying any form of unhappiness you were experiencing whenever he wasn’t with you. Releasing you and sitting up, Dimitri caught some fluids trickling from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, licking it clean, purring into your ear as he laid down beside you.

“It’ll be okay, [Name], don’t worry. I got everything under control, and the first thing we do once it’s safe outside, is to visit our friends, okay? Just wait for a little longer for me to clean up the outside, make it pretty for you.”

“Okay,” you mumbled, still in bliss. Caressing his cheek, you closed your eyes as he kissed your forehead, pulling you in to his body, completely coating you in his form. You felt safe in his arms, drifting off to sleep as you muttered your last words concerning the topic. “I can’t wait to go out again...”

His hand brushed over your back, gently lulling you as Dimitri stayed wide awake, dissatisfied with your words. If it was him, he could have stayed like this forever, he didn’t understand your want to leave. But right then, it was of no concern still, as you wouldn’t be going anywhere anytime soon.

A smile fell on his lips as he thought up ways to keep it this way. Maybe, if there were no friends to visit, you’d be too scared to go out, fearing about your own life too. Drastic, but it would be worth shocking you if it meant you’d always stay right where he knew he wasn’t going to lose you. There was nothing scaring him more than losing you, after all.

So he’d do anything it takes to make sure that wouldn’t happen.

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misselko · 3 years

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Please kindly leave some of your comments or ideas for my next fic! Your warm and loving words gives me energy to write more!!

RECKLESS

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Mention of blood, violence, a little smut

Words: 3316

POST TIMESKIP

You don’t know why but you can’t shake your uneasy feelings and dread. War is raging and everyone knows there is a big battle on the horizon.

“We must not falter in our assault. The Death Knight is the enemy commander in Fort Merceus. He’s an unpredictable opponent. A dangerous one. Please proceed with caution, (Y/N).”

“I will, Dimitri. No need to worry.”

“I have not come this far just to lose you here. I’m serious. Do not be reckless out there.”

“Will you save me if I’m in trouble?”

“Of course, (Y/N). You were the heart of the Blue Lions, and the same holds true for the Kingdom Army.”

You smiled at his concern and hold his hands gently.

“I will do my best as well to support you, my Dimitri.” His cheeks turned into rosy blush at your words.

---

“You dare stand between me and my pleasure?”

“Yes. I dare stand against you, Death Knight!!”

But you wouldn’t let it happen!

You acted on instinct, rushing forward, sprinting to intervene. To protect him.

‘We have been through so much together and he’d been through hell and back... I want to ease his pain. Knowing he’s safe... I can be at peace.’

“(Y/N)!!!”

Dimitri watched as the blood pooled around you. Blood... there is so much blood. Your blood.

“Goddess... what were you- MERCEDES! FLAYN!! SOMEONE...HELP!!”

He pulled himself up, beside you, staring at your face. You were so pale. Oh, Goddess, you were dying. Were you already dead?

“I’m sorry.” There isn’t a reason to apologize, you aren’t sorry, but it still came out like the blood that is on Dimitri’s hands now.

“Y-You... haven’t seen the... swordmaster... and those snipers. Y-You...were going to die...if they attack you. I want to protect you.... and I don’t regret my decision.“

“Please stay awake for me a little longer, please.”

He choked out, pulling you closer if possible as it would keep you from leaving.

The chaos around you went mute as your eyes grow heavy. Maybe a quick nap would suffice.

“No...no, no, (Y/N)!! You can’t do this to me, you can’t-! Please, (Y/N), I can’t lose you too.....”

You felt like you were fading, and the sounds around you faded along with your hazy consciousness. You fell asleep.

---

Every second was filled with anxiety; you’d lost so much blood. The wounds were too deep to heal completely. There was little to no possibility of survival. Not after what you’d been through.

“You nearly died because of me. I have no right to be... you of all people shouldn’t-!” He managed to say, his voice shaking as his fingers trembled.

“I’m okay, Dimitri...” You whispered, resting a hand on his chest where his heart thundered. You closed your eyes against him, relishing the feel of his tender warmth.

"I could not stand to lose you,” he spoke slowly, holding your hands so tight that it hurts.

“But I fear that I may if I tell you what is on my mind.”

“Dimitri.” You call him quietly, which makes him look at you with those gorgeous eyes of him.

“I won’t leave you, Dimitri.” You promised between ragged breath, your chest heaving.

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It was two weeks since you have gotten better. Mercedes promised to take care after your bandages this evening.

“Are you ready, (Y/N)?”

You met Mercedes’ warm gaze with your own. With a firm nod, you replied, “Ready as I’ll ever be, Mercedes.”

“I’m sorry but we will never be able to remove the scars. The wounds all healed, but... the scars will never go away completely. I’m sorry (Y/N).”

Your eyes immediately flashed over to Dimitri’s stiffening frame.

“It’s okay. I will never regret such a thing.” You smiled, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

“Do you need anything else, (Y/N)?”

“No, I’m all good, Mercedes! Thank you for your help.”

“Dimitri.”

His jaw clenched tautly; his eyes crunched into a pain-stricken wince. Refusing to look at your scar, a harsh reminder of his failure.

“Look at me.”

He stilled and won’t budge to look at you.

“Dimitri...” You cupped his cheek in your hand, in which he immediately melted into.

“I love you, Dimitri.”

He flinched, breaking eye contact and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Thank you for this lovely evening, Dimitri.”

You pulled his hand to your lips and give each of his fingers soft kisses, gazing at him lovingly. Dimitri’s jaw and pants tightened, the poor King desperately clinging onto the last thread of sanity and reason which threatened to snap at any moment.

#fire emblem three houses #fire emblem x reader #fe dimitri x reader #dimitri x reader #fluff #sfw #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #romance #angst #fire emblem smut #smut #dimitri smut

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boundlesshart · 3 years

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foundations

takes place between the wyvern moon and the ethereal moon

Judith warned him all those moons ago. “Your grandfather still thinks that you’re liable to get yourself killed at the Officers Academy. Don’t try proving him right, otherwise I’ll have to come down and set you straight myself.”

It had been the night before the Knights of Seiros were due to arrive, to escort the heir of the Leicester Alliance to the Officers Academy alongside the prince and princess. Dimitri and Edelgard. Claude only knows their names, but already he thinks of them as friends. The old man hemmed and hawed for a year over if Claude would see this "Officers Academy" for himself, but the announcement of their attendance forced his hand. He didn't look happy. My joy is his pain, Claude had thought bitterly.

His own announcement had been quiet and subdued, per Oswald's insistence. Claude wanted celebrations. A feast, a party, a smile on his grandfather's face, not the mournful look of a man about to send his son to his death. And especially not some old woman breathing down his neck. "Uh-huh. And how would you find out?"

“Oh I’ll find out. I have eyes everywhere, boy. Don’t forget that.” Judith's words went in one ear and out the other, and Claude forgot them as soon as he waved her off. And so the conversation ended.

For all of Oswald's fretting, hardly anything terrible happened this year. Well, sure, there was the incident in the Sealed Forest, an incident that Claude had been very careful to avoid referencing in his letters back. Oswald write fairly frequently–once a moon, 'are you eating well, sleeping well, are you making friends?'. Judith writes, but less frequently. Only to chew him out for slacking in class, and those letters were always too timely.

Claude had a hunch. He always did–his upbringing fostered a habit of observing others and collecting hunches. The question was never if there were Daphnel spies watching his movements, but where they were. How far does this go? Who is spying for Judith von Daphnel, and how far does her reach go?

Then he gets punched in the face. And as it turns out, that reach is pretty damn far.

—————

"Stop your gawking, boy. It's unbecoming of Oswald's heir."

Claude forces his eyes away from Judith's face, but that only adds to the pot of roiling emotions inside of him. Confusion at seeing Judith so far from Daphnel territory. Embarrassment at being caught in a moment of weakness. Shock that she had come because she already knew what had happened to him, and the anger that ensued that yes, all this time, there had been eyes on him, watching. The privacy he thought he had, being away from Derdriu, had been a mirage all this time.

Upset isn't the word he's looking for to describe how he's feeling, but it's getting there.

He hasn't said a word to her since they were seated in the common room. That's not like Claude, but in privacy, with just him and his aunt, all of his carefully built rules and strategies fly out the window. Judith von Daphnel may not know all his tricks, but she knows them well enough to trap him if she feels the need to.

So when Claude finally speaks, it's honest, and carefully neutral. "What are you doing here?"

"Confirming a rumor," Judith answers simply, punctuated with a sip of her whiskey. "We got word back in Derdriu that you were coming back with a terrible injury on your face. And I'm sure you can imagine how Oswald reacted to that. But enough of that for now. First, let me get a closer look." Leaning over the table, Judith takes Claude's chin in her hand. Her touch is gentle but firm, as she carefully turns his head. A sympathetic tut. "Hmm. Not as bad as the report made it out to be. But it's hardly pretty. What did the healer say?"

"...That it'll heal." When Judith releases him, Claude resists the urge to rub over where her hand was. "Told me to avoid getting punched and visit the infirmary twice a week for checkups. In two moons' time, I'll only have a scar to remember it by."

"A scar?" Judith's raises her eyebrows, but only for a moment before she nods to herself. "Right, right, the gauntlet." Claude's eye twitches, but he lets her continue, "Well, the bright side is the report exaggerated things a bit. This is about what I expected for what happened. But seeing this for myself... well, I'm just glad you're holding up."

Holding up? That's a new one. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Delicate area and all. A black eye is one thing–we've all gotten one some way or another. Being the troublemaker you are, I'm sure you're familiar with those. Am I right?" Claude can't help but huff in laughter, and Judith smiles in return, "There you go, loosen up a bit. Broken bones near your eye, from that prince who can't get his Crest under control, it's a serious matter. When we heard... well, words can't explain it. The old man was beside himself. Ready to write a letter to Rufus about the incident. I was barely able to convince him otherwise."

"It wasn't that bad," Claude tries.

"I said it wasn't as bad as I thought, but you can hardly wave it away and call it nothing." More whiskey pours into her cup, and more water in his. "In any case, Oswald is right to have his concerns about his grandson. The most you can do right now is put up with it."

Claude frowns, though it pulls at his bruise. Of course. His dreams of leading Leicester and implementing his goals as its sovereign duke have keeps his mind focused on what matters. But even they can't erase what feels like ever-increasing restrictions on what he can or cannot do. The last thing Claude needs is more hurdles in a country that prides itself on erecting them.

Judith breaks the silence between them with a sharp thump, her glass hitting the wooden endtable. "Right! To business, then. Oswald sent with me clerics that will help with the healing process. Some of his own personal healers, so they're familiar with you as you should be of them. I'm certain the nurses here at the Officers Academy are quite skilled at what they do, but you know how he is.

"Yeah." Claude takes a sip of water to hide his sudden grimace. That's going to be conspicuous.

"The Ethereal Ball is in two moons," Judith adds. "It'll be tight, but I'm certain it will heal in time. Oswald also wrote letters for all your professors to excuse you from your exercise drills while you recover. I'll give them to you before I leave, so make sure you get it to them before classes resume."

"Mmm." More meddling. More silence.

"Did it hurt?"

Claude looks up at Judith, to the concerned look in her eyes. He ought to have an answer–he does, doesn't he?–but nothing comes out.

"I know you like to forge on ahead on your own," she continues carefully, "and that you have the confidence to believe in yourself even when we push against you. But you know that you're not alone in this, right?"

"...I know that."

"You have family to rely on when things go wrong. ...You also have people that are relying on you. People to consider, and who shouldn't be left behind or ignored." There it is, the way Judith's voice hardens when she's trying to make a point. "Independence is an admirable trait to have, but there are times when you take it too far."

"...It's only that–I know my limits, and that I haven't hit them yet. Oswald, grandfather... he's so overbearing. And I know, I know, Godfrey!" Claude snaps when Judith opens her mouth. Of course, he regrets it soon after when her face falls, and her expression hardens as her voice had. But still he goes on, "I'm not him. Things won't end like it did with him. I don't need protection."

A pregnant pause. Judith making him wait, no doubt, and Claude steadily returns her gaze. He misstepped earlier, and no doubt he's paying for it now. It's fair of her, more than fair. Claude should know better than to throw the name of her dead husband back at her like some kind of curse.

She lets out a deep sigh. A tired sigh. "Alright. You've made your point. But some food for thought..." Judith takes another sip of her whiskey, swirling it in its cup. "There's a lot riding on you. There was a lot riding on Godfrey, too, and he broke under the pressure of it all." Another pause. "In some ways you have less support than he did, but you still have support. The Alliance is a country where no man can be allowed to forge ahead on his own. He is one of a group that works together for the betterment of all. That's the ideal, anyways... The sooner you learn that, the easier your time here will be. Just give it some thought, will you?"

—————

Judith's parting gift included Oswald's letters, but also a small pot of a brown, perfumed substance. "It's makeup. Don't give me that face," she scolds him, scowling. "When I was a girl attending the Officers Academy, the marketplace rarely had anything that could cover my blemishes without making me look like I came back from the dead." Then the pot is forced into his hands. "It'll be useful for you, better than an eyepatch in any case. The men of Derdriu cover their blemishes with this too, if it makes you feel any better."

It didn't, really. Not at the time. But Judith's gift was intended to be a tool, and so Claude tried to think of it as such. At least the scent of rosewater was a familiar one. A comforting one. It reminded him of his mother, and of Aunt Judith as well.

—————

Two weeks before the ball, the Riegan clerics returned to Derdriu. And in the early morning before it, Claude inspects himself in the mirror.

The bruising is long gone. His fingers scrape at the last bit of rose-scented paste clinging to the pot to cover the dark scar on his cheek. The skin already healed there, the clerics had explained to him. There is no way to undo its work. When Claude dabs makeup over it, though, the scar all but disappears. He tilts his head, smiles at himself in the mirror. Perfect.

Claude had his misgiving about this at first. But to be able to conceal his bruising and live his life normally, just as himself... when he writes to Judith for another pot, he'll have to let her know how invaluable that was to him.

He leaves his room shortly after, brushing past the stacks of papers on his desk. Underneath half-written essays and class notes are a set of unopened letters from Duke Riegan himself from two moons ago, buried and forgotten. No one that knew Claude von Riegan would think he'd actually hand those into his professors, Judith least of all.

#unbeta'd. unproofread. unedited. organic doc-to-post with no organization in between #i wanted this wrapped up and done before the ball but Alas. BUT NOW i can ball without this on the back of my mind

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