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Saudade (Yandere!Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd/Reader)

A/n: it has been 500 years since I turned off my brain and wrote something out of pure passion lmao dimitri my beloved <333

Unreliable Synopsis: Circumstances won't allow you to be around the crown prince of Faerghus' side, and it wasn't as if you want to be near him either after allying with House Gloucester. Besides, if there was one person you want from your past back, who else would it be other than your old womanizer best friend? (Cw: yandere themes, violence, war)

commissioned by: @poptartsthings (holy sht thank you for making my first commission to be dimitri fic aaAAHHHHH--)

“You should just send them your letter– say that you’re sorry.”

"Uhuh, but what if he doesn't remember me anymore, Raph?"

"Well," Raphael placed both his hands behind his head, lolling back as he reeled a fish in. "There’s just no way. Based on your stories, I think he’s in love with you, (Y/n). You can't just ignore him forever, ya know?"

You raised an eyebrow, "yes, I can. It's not like there are tons of situations where I need to interact with the crown prince."

"Okay, true... But maaaaaybe you can try eating lunch with him!" Raphael brushed against your shoulder "There's nothing that can get people to open up like a good meal together. Maybe you can steal a seat– oh, and sneak in his favorites on his plate too."

You chuckled softly, "I think that method only works on you, Raph."

"Nonsense!" He said, shaking his head earnestly. "It also works on my baby sister!"

You snorted.

Your housemates are endearing. Truthfully, you never would have expected that it's comfortable in the Golden Deer. Your heart desired to become a Blue Lions graduate like your parents, but familial circumstances or lack-there-of forbade any opportunity. Had life been easier on you, your dorm wall would've sported your family’s blue flag.

And not Gloucester’s.

Since your parents perished in what is now known as the “Tragedy of Duscur”, Count Gloucester assumed responsibility of being your legal guardian. Your parents had always thought of Lorenz’s father as a close ally. Plus, this arrangement was better than living up the frigid north with estranged minor noble relatives who gave you an even more colder shoulder.

However, thread any less carefully around the Alliance, and you might find yourself under his conservatorship forever. You just have to thank the Blue Sea Star that you didn’t bore a crest lest you’d be engaged to Lorenz. Uncle Erwin is a wonderful father to him and he doesn’t treat you with malice either— but of course, he keeps an eye open to morally gray opportunities to exploit your title.

And that includes listing your name amongst the Golden Deers.

At first, you were hesitant in showing that you're an “outlier” in class, but it seems you fit the mold quite easily. Too easily. Not because you had been accustomed to their social norms, it is more like the fawns are oddballs themselves. The youngest was an enchantment waiting to explode, your largest was a total muscle-head, the house leader has a screw loose when it comes to strategic retreat and poisoning, and the rest are just as eccentric.

No one cares if you told them you have an affinity for theater here, and spoilers: they really did not give a damn. Except for maybe when Ignatz genuinely went "oh, that sounds wonderful, (Y/n)!" before the conversation digressed about Leonie's mismatched socks she bought on the market.

Oh, but Raphael and Claude did care when they found out that you might've had a long but faded friendship with at least four of the Blue Lions. Compared to Claude, you trust that Raphael comes from a good place whenever he brings them up. Since he and Ignatz were childhood friends who slowly grew apart, he has your best intentions whenever he suggests something that could reignite your relationship with either Sylvain, Felix, Ingrid, or Prince Dimitri.

Claude, on the other hand…

The house leader first emerged as a shadow, then he sat down and squeezed between you and Raphael, with his arm encircled around your waist. Claude's apparent lack of etiquette went unmentioned by either of you (you suspect Claude is part-Almyran), but you do intend to ignore him later like your "foster brother" does.

"Trading secrets about Prince Dimitri, are we? Won't ya invite poor me along in your little secret meeting?”

You sighed tiredly, "Claude–"

"I was just kidding. No need to give me that face," Claude raised his arms defensively. “My lips are sealed— I never heard a single word between you two, promise.”

The deers were a little leery of your prior association with the crown prince of Faerghus. Claude, who frequently pries into everyone's private affairs, persistently diverted your focus to the Lions. In fact, he once burned your favorite book to forcibly draw your attention to the library so that you'll share the same room with Dimitri. Talk about extremes, really.

But you did notice that there's something off about Claude this time.

“So what brings you here? There’s no way you’ve come here to fish.”

“Yeah, no…” He cringed. “I’d rather do the eating part.”

“Haha, you get it, Claude!” Raphael said before the two men shared a crisp high-five.

Ah, these fawns…

You sighed, “can we skip to the part where you explain why you’re sitting beside me right now?”

“Sure. Leonie wanted me to tell you that Lysithea told her that Lorenz was told by Prof—”

“Do you not know the meaning of “skip”, Riegan?”

“Nah, course I do,” Claude smirked. “It’s just fun to tease people who live in House Gloucester.”

“Sothis, have mercy.”

“As I was saying, Lorenz was told by Professor Byleth to tell you that Sylvain is now part of the Golden Deer.”

“…”

“… What?”

There was no dramatic gasp. Nothing sensational or derogatory comment was elicited from impetuous lips. You simply blinked and said the words "what? as if it were a simple joke. Claude needn’t explain that those were facts. Based on how he approached with worry written on his face that he failed to hide from you, he wasn't jesting.

You're reluctant to speak with Sylvain. You last spoke to him in earnest four years ago. Don't get it twisted, you do want to get back in touch with that philanderer's good graces, but where would you even start?

Dear Sylvain, I’m sorry for ignoring your letters? Dear Sylvain, I’ll reimburse you for all the theater tickets you gifted before without my consent? Dear Sylvain, I’m a garbage best friend?

… Knowing him, he’d likely frame that letter with careful preservation while the ink from his heaps of love letters faded inside his shelf collection. If you were to send similar letters to the other two, Felix would train to become a mortal savant and burn the letter out of spite, and Ingrid would have simply torn them up.

“WOAH!!!”

Raphael's chest caught your attention for a brief moment, and you quickly avoided him, concerned that those wooden buttons will suddenly protrude into your eyes. Your housemate captured the fish without even feeling his buttons tear apart from his outfit.

Goddess Messenger.

That’s quite an expensive catch right there.

But it felt like an omen for something.

“… I’m heading back to my dorm room.”

“Want us to go with you?” Raphael offered, but he reeked of fish.

“No, I’ll head there alone.”

Claude tilted his head, “Sylvain is probably there, you know.”

“I know,” you nodded. “But I’m tired.”

“I just can’t run away from the lions anymore.”

You should’ve taken your words literally.

Instead, the phrase "I need to get over this, fast" resonated in your thoughts, and you bolted as soon as the impulse to settle everything fueled your anxiety. You should have cared if someone got in your way, but you didn't.

“Ngh—” you flinched, bumping into someone’s back. “Whoops— sorry about that—”

You froze as you looked up.

Great. Just your luck.

“… What is there to be forgiven, (Y/n)?”

And of course, he called you by your first name. Your arguments against Raphael were demonstrably false. A futile hoax. Why even try to imagine that he might have forgotten about you?

Dimitri smiled softly, his eyes crinkling in delight. You gulped shakily.

After all, how can the crown prince ever forget his first love?

Now that you took a good look, his hair was much shorter than how it used to be and he grew positively taller. It’s a haircut you took a while to get used to, especially since you recalled how his hair used to hover near his shoulder. Not that you didn’t know about any of this information already. It’s just that you had to reassess those facts after seeing him up close. Perhaps a bit too close for comfort.

If only your last memories with him were as pleasant as his face.

He wanted you as his consort, but you had nothing to offer him. No land, no worthy title befitting for a king’s spouse, and no true inheritance in your arsenal at age 15. But when one has less to lose, they become more introspective. While clinging to Sothis' statue and pleading for life, they gain wisdom. Unlike the prince, you were not naive to what could befall the kingdom if you were to marry him. Instead, you sought asylum by knocking on Uncle Erwin’s door with the few loyal servants to House (L/n) left, and he accepted your offer after days of consideration.

His name will be tarnished as a young traumatized prince who copes by spoiling a love unrequited. But most of all? The loss of his friends and family would’ve developed his separation anxiety towards you more if you stayed.

The prince was something of a doormat teenager. He begged and nearly cried when you had accidentally slipped out that you’ll be allying with House Gloucester– but stopped his outburst the moment you chewed him out with hurtful phrases. Dimitri clung onto you like an affectionate pup and if his childhood self could latch on for the rest of his life, he would in a heartbeat. Perhaps it was the side-effect of being his first friend. He had always been a genuinely kind person, but he was always so caught up in whatever happened in the past.

Was it rational or heartless to leave him and the rest of your companions behind? Likely both, if you were to ask El.

That doesn't mean you don't occasionally catch a glimpse of him at the officer's academy. It's hilarious how, after Dedue performed his duties as a vassal, Dimitri now had to cope with a situation that was identical to yours. A "protector" so dependent… it was as though you were watching the prince try on your shoes. Your “you don’t have to shield me every time we go to the training grounds” line became His Highness’ catchphrase towards his retainer. And you’re not sure what to feel about that.

Was it comedy or plain karma? Likely both, if you were to ask Claude.

“Good evening, Your Highness,” you bowed. There would’ve been more eyes on you inside the cafeteria if you hadn’t. Gossips of lese-majeste would’ve stirred even Lindhart awake. “Do you require something from me?”

Formal.

Too formal for him, but not formal enough for you.

Dimitri's brows wrinkled, and you briefly saw his lip tremble. His hands were behind his back, and one of them was discreetly and firmly gripping his wrist. That man had a pained, speechless expression on his face, and you don't hold him responsible when words fall short.

But when words do fail, you wished he could just stop talking whenever he feels overwhelmed.

“I…”

I miss you. So much.

You didn’t need to hear it to know what he wanted to say.

Princess Edelgard was right, Dimitri is wholly predictable.

He cleared his throat, ears turning red.

“It had been so long since we had last spoken, has it not?”

“It has.”

“Around 4 years, so I'd say.”

“Hmm. So it has,” you doubt he noticed how your words were curt and redundant, since he's too busy trying not to melt. “So it has.”

“Are you enjoying the Golden Deer house, s-so far?” Dimitri manufactured a smile. “I’ve heard you and Lorenz made for a wonderful tag team at the last House Tournament.”

Bullshit.

He didn’t just “hear” about it.

You saw him cheer for you giddily in that tournament.

There is nothing he can conceal from you. If he were as cunning as Claude, it might take you some time to discover who was responsible for leaving sloppy, "anonymous" love letters inside your dorm. There were also petals tucked inside. Pink camellias, a sign of longing.

“It’s a feat not worthy of your praise, your Highness.”

Seriously, you don’t want to hear him flatter you anymore.

“Simply untrue,” he shook his head earnestly. “I’ve also heard that—… Y… You are fond of Raphael. As a friend— of course. It’s relieving to know that you have many companions from different walks of life— which is to say, I approve of whoever you talk to, but—”

You’re not deaf. You noticed how much his words were about your relations with others. There’s no other interpretation to this other than jealousy.

Still, his face was red. He must be too caught up in the joy of talking to you that he didn’t care for how envious his words sounded. You laughed curtly. You want to remind him the reason why you left, but you can’t explain a thing despite desperately wanting to, just like him.

Dimitri wants you back, so much so that he's stuttering in every sentence.

But you didn’t reply to his ramblings. Save for the cafeteria hall’s chatter, it was silent. You’ve long accepted in your heart that your family is dead and you ought to coast forward.

And there’s no future where you will cut through a path beside Dimitri.

Besides, House (L/n) had histories of trading tactics with Leicester, and you cannot discount how people refer to your blood as sheeple with its loyalty. It’s a double-edged sword, one you’d utilize well if you close your eyes right now and ignored the heartbreak and yearning in his eyes.

And so, you closed your eyes.

“My apologies, I’m in a hurry so I’m afraid I have to get going. Farewell, Your Highness.”

Dimitri's eyes widened, trying to reach for your arm.

“(Y/n), please wait–”

But you were already gone.

“Hey there, (N/n)!”

It was only when you heard a familiar voice did you open your eyes again.

An attractive and familiar young man lazily leaned on one hand on your door, completely blocking your dorm room. “Are you gonna talk to me now, or are you just going to ignore me for the rest of the school year?”

He’s here.

You steeled yourself.

“Gautier…” You exhaled.

“Oof, “Gautier”, they said,” he frowned. “Not a single “I miss you, Sylvain”? No “gosh, sorry I didn’t talk to you for so long, I was just too shy to admit that I was wrong!”?”

You chuckled nervously.

“Perceptive as ever, I see.” But you weren’t wrong. Becoming a Golden Deer was the right path for you.

“Not perceptive, but hopeful really,” Sylvain shrugged. “Based on that reply, I’m glad my wishful thinking was spot on. You do miss me.”

“I do, but I now just realized I’m not prepared for this conversation,” you said, surprised by your upfront and composed anxiety. That talk with Dimitri seriously drained all the energy you garnered earlier. “Can we do this later?”

“No can do. I shall allow you passage if thee speaks from the heart,” he teased with his signature ladykiller grin. “Go on, say it~”

You sighed, burlesquely exasperated.

The two of you adore theater, so talks like these were commonplace. He’d mask his flaws when confessing sins in this manner, but you prefer to hear his real justifications. In any case, this is just another conquest for him to gad off and hunt some girls in another house— and your new professor is undoubtedly a sight to behold.

“Oh, Sylvain, mine dear friend, thou art missed for nearly half a decade, but mine fear did not condone myself to reach out.”

Like two birds of a feather, you also similarly mask your sentimentality.

Funny how you can easily say you miss Sylvain, but not Dimitri.

Sylvain smiled. Genuinely, this time.

“Good.”

The resolution was surprisingly fast. You were willing to bet you both anticipated a serious confrontation– a meeting that feels like a long-awaited class reunion after a war or so. But no.

The two of you are still flawed yet perceptive idiots after 4 years of not talking.

You both laughed in unison.

What were you worrying about anyway? You knew that at this point if Sylvain was angry at you for leaving, he should have grown tired of that emotion.

His primary grudge had always been the crest system, not you.

You should've had this talk earlier, he's the only one in the Blue Lions you were sure won't blame a crestless noble like you for those circumstances.

“Now move, Gautier.”

He stepped aside smugly.

…

You opened your mouth in surprised indignation.

“Why does my room look clean?”

“I had Mercedes help me clean it up the moment I took a look inside. Seriously, I can’t believe you managed to live in a complete pigsty—”

“It’s like you want to sour our reestablished friendship in under 5 minutes, Sylvie.”

“...”

“What? Too old to be called Sylvie nowadays?”

“No, keep calling me that,”

Sylvain never stopped smiling.

“Oh, and by the way? I miss you too, (N/n).”

“… There you are.”

As soon as Sylvain left the hall to your dorm, he was greeted by the sight of the crown prince lingering in front of the stairways. Unlike Sylvain, he was not leaning on anything while waiting. The prince stood straight, dignified.

Then again, Sylvain knew his royal motivations lie in jealousy— and that’s far from “dignified.”

Sylvain can tell from his stiff stance that Claude was particularly touchy-feely earlier, which was exactly why he requested Lorenz to relay the message instead rather than the house leader. His Highness must’ve seen how close you sat beside Raphael and then Claude. The Golden Deer's leader knew Dimitri was obsessed with you— he probably intended to provoke him for the upcoming Battle of Eagle and Lion. It didn't help that Dimitri had his eyes on you, always. If not him, then Dedue.

Not that Claude's scheme will work. Dimitri was satisfied just to see you smile, even when it pains him to acknowledge that it wasn’t for him or because of him.

Sylvain is an exception to that rule.

Dimitri had a cold glint in his azure eyes, but his gaze all but glared at Sylvain. He had a smidgen of control, for now. But it’s not long until what Sylvain had prophesied about the crown prince quipping a remark or two about staying away from you will occur.

“Waiting for me to explain my random decision, I’m guessing?”

“Oh, I simply liked standing here but sure, Sylvain! I’d dearly love to know the rational thought behind switching houses out of the blue. It is not as if Felix and Ingrid were worried about you,” Dimitri generously gave his princely smile.

Sometimes, Sylvain forgets it was physically possible for someone so austere with himself like Dimitri to say something laced with malicious sarcasm. But Sylvain knew Dimitri stood there because he was still worried about his friend, even when he pretends to be unbothered.

Like bread and butter, Dimitri and forced positivism complement each other disastrously well. The Blue Lions often caught him murmuring things like "I'm delighted (Y/n) is making new friends" or "I hope Claude continues to treat them well" despite having a glum expression on his face, obviously bottling up his envy. Felix finds it as easy as breathing to call him out on this behavior: "Why bother stalking them when you can't handle the envy you feel when they hugged Lorenz or held hands with Marianne? ”

His Highness never answered that question. He thinks had kept his feral thoughts at bay most of the time and will continue to do so.

Still… Raphael, Claude, and then Sylvain… Dimitri can’t catch a break.

Why do all these men keep approaching you?

Will you never recognize the perpetual anguish that befall him the moment you didn't reach for his hand and took Count Gloucester's that day? Have you no sympathy for the man that promised your protection— for the boy you trained and sneaked out when you thought the king wasn't looking? Whenever he wakes up the following morning without you, do you not experience the same emptiness and loneliness that he does?

Was it because he is a "troubled prince" nowadays?

Was it because he couldn't taste anything anymore?

Why did you eat saghert and cream with Ignatz instead of him at the cafeteria?

Why did these men have to ruin the one taste he can recall?

He lies awake every night to the sound of phantom screams from fallen soldiers, friends, and family against his hand-covered ears.

But you were his solace. His “God/dess”.

And just like with the Goddess Sothis, he lacked the means to grasp your hand...

If only his cold hands could wring those men's necks as well...

“... Do you really want to know, Your Highness?”

It took Dimitri a while before he snapped out of his trance. His voice dipped low, his breathing uneasy, and his eyes lacked focus.

Sylvain looked at him with pity Dimitri wished you spared him instead.

“Yes,” he exhaled. “It shall help our friends put their minds at ease.”

“Well, well, you're sure it's not because you'll miss me?”

“Sylvain.”

“Okay, fine, I’ll tell you,” Sylvain dreamily gazed up at the sky and boldly proclaimed:

“The new professor was hot.”

“Sylvain!—”

“Calm down, Your Highness! That was just a joke.”

Unlikely.

“I joined because (Y/n) is there.”

Dimitri froze.

The meaning behind those words could either be tolerable or impermissible enough to make the prince push Sylvain to the training grounds without remorse.

Sylvain’s not going to try and suddenly woo you now, will he?

You did grow more gorgeous after four years after all…

But Sylvain can't have you— Dimitri might just lose it. Out of everyone on campus, he refuses to let an adamant skirt-chaser take you.

“… Elaborate.”

“Elaborate? What’s there to elaborate?” Sylvain crossed his arms behind his back, now back to his laissez-faire attitude in life. He cackled to himself, absolutely unrepentant. “Is it bad that I want to reunite with an old friend? You know, before they were your friend, they were mine. Don’t forget that we’re both older than you, Dimitri.”

Multiple considerations led to why Sylvain chose to frolic with the deers rather than squander the school year at the lion’s den. One of these includes avoiding Ingrid’s nagging— he can’t be bothered having a pegasus pecking around while he galavants with (unfortunate) women.

But most of it boiled down to reunite with the one platonic relationship he missed.

Sylvain became Dimitri’s ally through you. Had you not approached Sylvain and Dimitri during one of King Lambert’s birthday celebrations, they wouldn’t have initiated a friendship through a children’s version of a bergamot tea party away from drunken nobility. More opportunities to befriend the prince would’ve likely presented themselves through Ingrid and Felix, but that memory of tiny cups and tea-stained shoes was special because it had you.

Because you were smart and kind enough to drag Sylvain out of his older brother’s schemes of public humiliation under the guise of being “invited” to an audience with royalty.

You were more of a sibling than Miklan ever was.

“By two years,” Dimitri stressed. “You’re only older than me by two years.”

“Your point? Doesn’t change the fact that compared to most students this year, we’re one of the older ones.”

He bit his bottom lip.

Age was one of Dimitri’s insecurities. It cannot be helped— if he were only older, people would’ve listened to his testimony for the people of Duscur more seriously— if he were only older, he would’ve had control over his uncle—

Dimitri’s knuckles grew white underneath his gloves.

If he were only older, then maybe you would’ve stayed by his side.

“What a lark. Are you attempting to compete on who had a better relationship with (Y/n)?”

“No, Your Highness, YOU are.”

Dimitri’s eyes widened. He hadn’t realized that those pointed words he spoke aimed towards himself like a misthrown javelin.

"Let’s be honest, Your Highness. I’m saying this as a friend, but you could be a bit tone-deaf and insufferable around them,” Sylvain deadpanned. “You had some serious attachment issues and you never listen when they tell you to stop with all those creepy comments about protecting them forever.”

“Is… Is that so?”

Dimitri muttered to himself while looking at his shoes, sounding almost broken. He had doubts, but Sylvain’s words practically cemented that you’d be unwilling to spend time with him again.

“Besides, if this were a competition, you lost the moment I waited at their dorm.”

The prince’s head snapped back up like a confused puppy.

“Why is that?”

What a horrible thing to ask.

“Because (Y/n) just told me that they missed me,” Sylvain smirked.

“And if you were there, you could’ve heard them call me Sylvie too, just like the good old days.”

Since that talk with Sylvain, Dimitri wanted to make you as lonely as him.

Oh, how he badly wanted to whisk you away from that house– oh just how much he wished he could force you to wear his cape– to wear the color of the lions.

But none of that matters now.

You look prettier when doused in splattered red.

The soil sipped the blood that drained from Ignatz's head. It reminded you of the time you asked the painter if he could use blood as a dye. If he were to watch this scene, he would've waxed poetic about how he will be simply returning his life to the earth, but the beauty of death is lost on you. The gravity of war weighed far more than the theatrics of what-he-would've-spoken.

It’s been five years since the war started.

You had lost your voice two years ago the moment Dimitri kidnapped you on your expedition to Garreg Mach— you’ve mistaken him for a bandit and in a blind rage, he dealt a massive blow to your neck. Dimitri didn’t mind that you had lost your ability to speak he seemed to relish that you’re similarly deformed. He romanticized both your disabilities often. A “God/dess” who couldn’t speak and a “boar” who couldn’t quite see. What a royal pair indeed…

You can’t say your prayers now, but you hoped thinking about praying for Ignatz was enough…

Ignatz should've turned 22 this year. Based on the way he last behaved, he didn't seem prepared for this war and had been misplaced by Professor Byleth.

You’ll never be able to eat saghert and cream with him again.

You can't remember what tactic you used in this battle. Was it Felix who was assigned to stick ten feet away from you who had slain Ignatz? Or was it Ingrid who rode her pegasus to stab the sniper in a suicidal fashion?

This entire battle is a blur. You can no longer stand straight and aim your sword reluctantly toward anyone.

Why can't everything go back to how it was before? Why can't you just fish at the Great Bridge of Myrddin with Uncle Erwin again?

You wobbled down the grass as a wyvern obstructed your view with its proud albino scales cruising the sky. Claude sits atop, his face stony through a nearly unrecognizable expression of placid anger. His emerald eyes inevitably met yours.

You didn't stand with your sword supporting you, and he didn't draw his bow either. Instead, before leaving to find the bright red target everyone called an "Emperor", Claude mouthed words that only you two could understand. You uttered nothing in response. Even if Claude were to succeed, his scheme would be futile.

Sylvain can’t save you from Dimitri.

Like a fairytale, it begins and ends with the crown prince. It always had.

But if Dimitri was the protagonist of this story, then pray tell, what does that make you?

A damsel in distress?

The king's court jester?

All you ever wanted was for House (L/n) to survive, to preserve your family name and dwindling territory against House Charon. You desired the opportunity to emulate your father. A fearless front-liner and a skilled tactician.

However, you have not taken any real action to end this war. You moved like a weak infantry, unable to maintain balance on one leg or call out for upcoming danger.

You just can’t run away from the lions anymore.

"Get up."

You couldn't move, mortified.

His Highness is back.

"I said GET UP!!!"

His iron-like hands yanked your hair up, and you felt some of it weeded out by his sheer brute force. You wept immediately but held back tears. Despite your commitment to keeping your composure, he had torn away what little hold you had left on what you call "stability." Your knees shook as his tall figure began to drag you away. Each step felt more jagged than the last. Your heart beat erratically as you worried about toppling down– and when you inevitably did, he was there to pick you up.

For Dimitri, this situation was advantageous. Most Golden Deers are here, which meant he had opportunities to route them all. He had already stabbed Ignatz, incessantly. Each draw of his lance— each crack of the artist’s glasses and bones— rejuvenated whatever youth war had stolen from him. The future king of lions couldn’t stop grinning maniacally as his eyes lay upon a deer’s corpse. It was as if his sense of taste was coming back. All of his soldiers and classmates were too terrified to stop his senseless slaughter. If Gustave did not scold him about the oncoming army, he would’ve continued damaging the corpse senselessly.

But it’s only a matter of time until he shoots for the leader of the herd as well.

He still hasn’t forgiven him for using his beloved against him back at the Battle of the Eagle and Lion. This was the perfect opportunity for revenge. Once they’re out of the picture, then it’s only Edelgard left who he had to worry about— but until then, he’ll have to take the deers’ lives for stealing his beloved away.

Shame that Lorenz had yet to be found.

"Tch. Fool."

He cradled you like a bride but gripped your jaw like a hostage. Dimitri's current appearance is much too different from what he used to be. Sweat and blood had greased up his unruly hair, and the blue cloak that was slung over his shoulders was much dirtier.

"I command you to eat."

It was almost sweet. Almost kind when his voice softened for just a millisecond. Almost touching how his one eye gazed upon your sunken features with disdain.

But your appreciation for it all vanished the moment he robbed something from Ignatz's corpse.

"Eat."

He shoved onto you Ignatz's last bloody loaf of bread. It was hard, yet soaked.

Your throat couldn't express how terrified you were upon holding it.

"Gone deaf as well, have we?"

He pushed the bread closer to your chest, effectively crushing it against you. Dimitri breathed against your ear.

"I SAID: EAT.”

Your tears and Ignatz's blood salted your food.

The bread tasted just like the ones Raphael's family had in their inn.

Ignatz… He probably got this from Raphael… Which means he's in Gronder as well…

You sobbed as you took a feeble bite.

Please… Please be safe, Raphael.

Dimitri saw your struggle. He saw your continued concern for those who were after his life and yours. Why do you spare sympathy for the bodies that got in the way between you and him? They did not warrant those tears. The weak must fall— even he too will join them someday.

And so, Dimitri closed his eye.

You’ve gone fragile in his arms, and that was not spoken in a romantic sense. He had fractured your right leg enough to make you use your sword as a cane, yet he insists on dragging you in combat. Time and time again, he forces you to witness what he is capable of and more till you’re unable to write complaints.

Dimitri wanted to reassure you that you’re on the right side of history.

That you can cut a path beside him— you just weren’t trying hard enough before.

And it was a challenge the prince can’t easily scale. You never showed your appreciation for longer than a minute. When he learned how to dance begrudgingly with El after she had poisoned him with thoughts that he could use her teachings someday to dance with you— you dared to ask Sylvain out during the White Heron Cup. When he tried to give you a more fancy dagger as well during El’s parting, you admired Sylvain’s coincidental parcel of theater tickets and tea leaves instead.

Sylvain, Sylvain, Sylvain—

It was always Sylvain.

His entire body shook from laughter. You shriveled in fear as his voice echoed throughout the battlefield.

The beast put you down underneath a tree's shade that he deemed as safe.

… and kissed your forehead.

“I can see him approaching us.”

Dimitri cooed mockingly.

“Shall I decapitate and mount that filthy rat's head on a silver plate?”

You didn’t need to hear him utter his name to know he was referring to Sylvain. It was tempting to challenge him on how he could say such a thing about someone who had once been a friend, but that inquiry wouldn't help. Dimitri cupped your face and wiped your tears away with his rough and heavy hands. You flinch so easily nowadays.

How adorable.

Five years ago, you won't move a muscle whenever he kissed your forehead good night.

Five years ago, he worried about accidentally waking you up and exposing himself for breaking into your dorm so often just to drop his unhinged love letters.

Five years ago, watching you rest allowed moments of respite.

However, it didn’t invigorate him as much as your tears did now.

“Fret not, my fellow monster, I shall fetch it for you,”

He tightened his grip on his areadbhar, scanning the right field. The lance's crest stone glowed, and there was no looking back after that.

You’re here now, and he will NEVER let you leave. He won’t have a repeat of what had occurred when Count Gloucester was present around nine years ago or so. He’ll protect you this time, and it no longer mattered to him if he were a corpse or a monster in your eyes. It mattered not that he no longer slept. He intends to keep you alive and by his side, just like what he had promised in his childhood.

You can't even begin to imagine how much being away from you ruined him.

He had reached the point where he will kill everyone that tried to touch you, and he won’t have someone else do it, too.

Was this love or obsession? Likely both, if you were to ask Lady Rhea.

But what does Rhea know about Dimitri’s mental state anyways? She’s been missing for years now, she might as well be dead to you.

Without thinking, you grabbed his cloak. He patted your head but his eyes were locked on the cavalry unit from afar, and the dark and sinister smirk on his face solidified your fears.

Sylvain approached faster, and you did your best not to cry.

If he dares to fight Dimitri in the state he is now, then he might as well be a dead man walking too.

You wished you didn’t have to join the Golden Deer house— you wished Sylvain didn’t follow suit— and you wish you didn’t leave Sylvain behind. You did not doubt that if it hadn’t been for you, Dimitri would have concentrated only on Edelgard and joined forces with Claude to eliminate her. It would have given this historical period a more coordinated scheme. History won’t have to remember you as the catalyst that made things worse.

"(N/n)!"

You heard Sylvain yell from behind Dimitri, which only made your heart ache more.

It's been years since you last heard his voice again.

Dimitri took your warm hands and brushed his cheek against it, no matter how obvious it was that your eyes yearned for someone else’s touch.

He looked at you with such a soft gaze that you nearly forgot the monster he had become.

“Once we hang his head on our bedroom wall, you have no right to complain about missing “Sylvie” ever again, my beloved.”

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geasthewritingrat · 2 years

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Proposing at the same time

Pairings; Ferdinand x reader, Hubert x reader, Claude x reader, Dimitri x reader, Yuri x reader (separate) Gender Neutral! Possibly OOC but I’ve just worked 6 days consecutively I’m tired (I also didn’t mean for Ferdie and Hubie’s to be so much longer than everyone else’s I promise)

Ferdie; -He spent so much time in multiple different towns, trying to find the best ring for you, and if he wasn’t so swamped with work he’d have made the ring himself, but he eventually settled on a gorgeous, elegant yet extravagant, jewelled band that suits you and your stunning beauty perfectly -The whole night was perfectly planned, from the time he calls for you, to the sweet speech he’d prepared (and rehearsed) over the course of many early mornings (Hubie caught him reading it in front of the mirror once and poor Ferdie’s never seen such pure amusement on anyone’s face) -It’s already all set up by the time you both reach the secluded meadow, blanket laid neatly in a patch of grass surrounded by flowers, yet not squishing too many, candles carefully placed so they don’t fall and burn everything to the ground, fireflies dancing in the moonlight, your favourite foods, lovingly handmade by Ferdinand himself, beautifully covered so none other than you two could enjoy it -A perfect night for the most perfect person in his eyes -Yet he completely forgets that he was meant to propose. Literally just, forgets. He’s so enthralled by your beauty and enraptured by your melodic voice that he forgets about the box in his pocket, forgets about the speech he made, forgets that he’s meant to ask you to share the rest of your lives together because in that moment it truly seemed as if you were the only people to exist -It’s only when you, having known his plan all along (he’s not subtle nor sly enough to hide it), pull out a box containing the ring you spent weeks choosing, showing it to him with a sheepish smile, that he remembers what he came there to do and scrambles to pull out the ring he chose for you -Very romantic, 10/10 -He later tells Dorothea everything that happened, dramatically lamenting the fact he never got to say his long, very sweet speech he had prepared, and she brings the whole ordeal up during her speech at the wedding

Hubie; -Oh Hubie, oh sweet, caring mother hen Hubie -As well-informed and sly as he is, he’s near-hopeless when it comes to romance, so when he found out you were taking trips to various jewellers searching for rings he genuinely thought you were just browsing for yourself, even if its not usually your type of thing (or, maybe you were looking at rings for him, to coax him out of his glove-wearing obsession) -With how much time he spent also at the same jewellers that you visited (he thought you were better with accessories than him so he followed your lead in secret) you’d think he would wisen up and figure it out but no, it takes the jeweller themself mentioning you for him to realise you were looking for engagement rings and not everyday rings -He found a ring that he thought would be perfect for you and the jeweller mentioned that you’d been eyeing that one and that’s what finally made him clock on to what all your trips had truly been for -Not wanting to be taken by surprise with no way to smoothly recover and act like he has everything perfectly planned all the time, he carries the ring with him everywhere he goes, even if you’re not nearby or maybe even in a whole other city doing work stuff -After a talk with Edelgard, he decides to plan something special to show that he does, in fact, absolutely adore you and everything you do, but he does still keep the ring with him in a special pocket that he refuses to use for anything else -It happens at a time that neither of you had prepared (the dinner he had planned was set for a week later, and you were gonna do it later the next night), you two were just sitting by the waterfront one warm afternoon, gazing out at the glittering lake before you, when you felt peaceful and relaxed enough to ask him to close his eyes as you stood to kneel behind him, ring box in hand -He’s smart (sometimes) and knows exactly what you’re doing, so he takes the ring box out of his pocket and displays it proudly as he turns around once you tell him you’re ready

Claude; -Fecker knew the whole damn time -Somehow knew from the moment you thought to yourself “huh, I think I wanna marry Claude” -He mentions to Hilda one day that he’s 99% sure you’re out shopping for engagement rings at that exact moment, and then says “hey you know what would be really funny” and decides that he, too, would be proposing after you spent so much time & effort planning everything with your second closest confidant (whoever that may be) -So when you finally muster up the courage to take him to a gorgeous beach one evening after a satisfying dinner, he’s got this unusual, unreadable grin on his face, hands behind his back as he fiddles with the little velvet box containing the ring he oh so lovingly chose for you, only to trip and fall, grabbing you by the arm and bringing you down with him -Now, two identical ring boxes lay on the sand in front of you, and Claude’s sheepish “surprise?” almost makes up for the mouthful of sand you’re now having to spit out -He’s laughing and you’re eating sand

Dima; –Absolutely clueless -You two proposing at the same time really is just pure chance -He didn’t even know you were planning on proposing in the first place! Okay maybe he had a slight hunch but he didn’t want to ask in case he was wrong and it was just wishful thinking on his part -Dimitri (lovely Dima, gorgeous man, amazing) asks the Blue Lions for help with choosing the right ring and planning the perfect date, some help more begrudgingly than others (looking at you Felix Hugo Fraldarius), but in the end he has a solid plan and a pretty damn gorgeous ring, all he needs now is self confidence and you -A while before the actual event, he tells you that he’s taking you to see some of Faerghus’ most beautiful snowy areas, promising countless tales from his childhood, and you decide that that’s the perfect time to propose, because it sounds phenomenal and you had no idea Dimitri was planning on proposing then too -When you two reach the absolutely stunning and truly wondrous area, you pull out your ring box and get on one knee, only to see Dimitri blink a few times before doing the exact same thing, blushing hard and smiling wide

Yuri; -He found out your plan by accidentally going to the same jeweller as you at the same time as you, seeing you carefully inspecting the engagement rings as he got through the door, but because he’s Yuri mf Leclerc you didn’t see him as he stood in the shadows and observed your choice -It made him feel all warm & fuzzy inside so he searches high and low for The Best Ring Ever to give to you -From that point onwards, he’s taking the ring with him whenever you ask him to join you on an outing, no matter how big or small that outing may be, but to his surprise you don’t propose on any of those trips -One day, he’s been working non stop for hours, so you waltz into his office and all-but drag him to the dining table, lecturing him about how he needs to eat properly even if his work is very important, and since he just thought it was a normal dinner he didn’t take the ring with him -To his shock, you end up spontaneously proposing after you both finish eating, confessing that you were planning to propose on each of those little trips you took him on, only for it to not feel right or for nerves to get the better of you, so you decided to do it in a place you both feel comfortable and at ease -He accepts, obviously, but then takes you back to his office to show you that he bought you a ring too, slipping it straight onto your finger

- Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed! As always I have been Geas and you have been awesome, never forget that. I hope that you are giving yourself a break and treating yourself fairly, because while things may seem like they’re spinning out of control sometimes, you are stronger and better than you know. -

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pix3lplays · 5 months

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Dimitri x reader?👉👈 He's so bbg😍/hj but seriously imagine a foreign princess reader the kingdom can have like east asian influences like Korean, Chinese, and Japanese so she's slowly getting used to the whole European theme of fe3h. Like he and the reader start getting close then the war hits and Dimitri goes yk 🤪. When the war started the reader left back to her kingdom and comes back when Byleth does too so she helps Dimitri gets back on track like how he helped her pre academy. Sorry if this is long I just kept expanding on it😭

Alrighty, my first Fire Emblem request, let’s do it >:) Here have a little something-

Cw! violence, toxic relationship, Dimitri takes out his frustrations on reader, but reader is not completely helpless, so yeah

-Dimitri x reader hcs-

Sure Dimitri was a little awkward and had a hard time with words, and was a little clumsy with that super strength of his…but oh, did you think you really loved him. He was sweet. As gentle as he could manage to be when he was around you. He was proper, gentlemanly…but it was hard to deny that darkness behind his eyes. But you thought it would be okay. You thought he’d…mature out of it. He was a strong man. He’d be okay. And he had you, right?

And then…it all happened so fast.

And suddenly it had been five years, and you’re facing the massive, broad back of your Officer’s Academy sweetheart… “Dimitri…” you whisper, hesitant to reach out and touch his large cape, but you let your hands begin to reach towards him anyways. He sends you a sharp glare from over his shoulder, sensing you were reaching out to touch him, and the glare quickly stops your movement. “Just…stay away from me,” it doesn’t come out as nearly as much of a growl as it does with the others. He returns to staring at the ruins of the Monastery, and you can only wonder what he’s thinking about. You don’t leave. You just can’t leave him alone like this. It breaks your heart to see him like this. So you quietly intertwine your fingers, and step up by his side, his massive frame towering over you as you stand beside him. He’s been through…so much pain. You know this. And you know it’s no excuse for him to kill and maim as he pleased in his quest for vengeance…but…but maybe there was something in him that was still salvageable. A little piece of the Dimitri you loved was still in there. But now he was a man that wouldn’t hesitate to kill you in an instant if you stood in his way. You won’t get in his way. You know better than that. But you want to help him. And if what that takes is letting him take out all his frustration on you, then so be it. He warns you, only once when you step a little closer to him. “I will cut you down,” he says without hesitation, and when you don’t back down either, just keep looking at him with those soft eyes…he suddenly lashed out and grips your throat with his neck, pulling you roughly against his armored frame. You use the opportunity to begin soothingly rubbing his wrists. “Dimitri. Dimitri, it will be okay…I promise,” you choke out, feeling tears welling in your eyes from the pain. You feel your vision fading, so slightly, as he chokes the life out of you. “You don’t KNOW that,” he snarls. “You don’t know ANYTHING.” You smile, nod in agreement, as best as you can manage with a hand around your throat. “Are you really going to kill me?” you ask softly, stroking his wrists. You don’t know why, but you weren’t scared somehow. Like you Knew he just couldn’t do it. He lifts you up in the air for a moment, squeezes a little tighter, you squirm and try to pry his fingers off of you for a moment before suddenly his eye darkens a bit and he drops you to the ground roughly. You grab at your throat and cough, from your spot on the ground. “You should stay away from me…” Dimitri says, reaching out a hand to help you up. He effortlessly takes your hand and pulls you to your feet, and then steps back from you, just in case he has the urge to hurt you again. “Let me stay. For just a little longer?” you say, and his beautiful blue eye widens and he almost tilts his head in confusion. “I just hurt you…” he says, looking down at the hand he just almost killed you with. “I’m not afraid of you,” you say with determination. And besides…if push Really came to shove you did always carry a concealed dagger, a little trick taught to you by Claude, just in case. So you could probably get away from him, even if you couldn’t overpower him. And Professor Byleth had taught you plenty of self-defense techniques. You weren’t some helpless little kid in the face of Dimitri. Still. Some romance, wasn’t it? Both of you on edge. Wondering which of you was going to finally strike first. Dimitri hopes it’s you. You hope it’s neither of you. You both look at the tatters of the monastery together, and you reach over and wrap your fingers around a section of his cape. And he lets you, though you sense his breathing picking up for a moment.

#Fire emblem #Fire emblem x reader #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #Dimitri x reader #Dimitri alexandre blaiddyd x reader #fire emblem three houses Dimitri x reader #Fire emblem Dimitri x reader

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feeeee · 2 years

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Hi can I request cuddle headcanons for Shura Hubert Lon’qu Dimitri and Felix separately with a female reader?

of course, thanks for sending in the first request! hope you enjoy.

cuddling with shura, hubert, lon'qu, dimitri, and felix includes ...

SHURA

♡ Like some of the others on this list, Shura is a bit afraid to get all snuggly with you.

♡ He's fond of cuddling, but with his reputation and nature as a thief, he doesn't want you to eventually regret all the hours you've spent so close together and deems himself somewhat unworthy of your affection.

♡ Funnily enough, though, he's the one to initiate cuddles.

♡ He often pulls you into his arms and simply treasures you. His girl, the one thing nobody can ever take from him.

♡ He puts his entire heart into making sure you're as warm and comfortable as possible.

♡ Being the big spoon or little spoon doesn't matter to him, he likes to protect and also feel protected from the harsh world you two reside in.

♡ He enjoys sweet talking you as you two nestle in each other's arms, just letting you know how grateful he is for you.

♡ You'll commonly hear him comment on how a rugged thief like him doesn't know how he scored you, but you're always there to silence him with kisses.

♡ He'll wrap you up in his clothes so you can smell like him even after you two finish your session.

HUBERT

♡ Hubert is someone who enjoys a nondistracting cuddle as he works, you relaxing in his lap as his quill scribbles away at his scrolls.

♡ He'll use his free hand to give your cheek a little brush every once in a while, or peck your cheek if he senses that you need a kiss.

♡ He's here to indulge your every need, so long as it benefits you, so if you're a cuddly one he'll gladly snuggle with you. He's devoted to you and would be a liar if he claimed that he doesn't enjoy your warmth.

♡ He's naturally quite cold to the touch, so when the temperature drops he'll drink in as much of your warmth as possible, preferring to sleep snuggled up with you as opposed to separate sides of the bed.

♡ Cuddling is something foreign to him, but he's a fast learner, and will likely mimic your movements and pick up on things you enjoy. If you relish in having your hair ruffled or being the little spoon, he'll make your wishes come true.

♡ Enjoys reading stories to you to coax you into sleeping peacefully in his arms.

LON'QU

♡ Lon'qu honestly avoids cuddling at first. He's comfortable around you, but he's also terrified of being so... vulnerable with a woman.

♡ He always has an excuse to refrain from bundling up, and one day, he finally admits that he's inexperienced and somewhat nervous to do so.

♡ That's when you lock him into a warm embrace and feel him tense around you, before he relaxes in your grip. He lets out a sigh, and just turns to mush.

♡ He becomes a cuddling monster soon after.

♡ While still vaguely stiff and unsure of what to do with his hands or legs most of the time, he realizes what he's been missing out on his whole life, and finds it a great way to destress after a long day of vigorous training.

♡ He loves to rub circles on your skin, covered in fabric or left bare, he feels so close to you and can feel the joy radiating from you in waves.

♡ You may even spot the slightest smile gracing his features if he's caught off guard enough.

♡ Gently massaging his scars is a good way to see him crack a smile.

♡ Call him petnames and talk to him to break the comfortable silence and he'll fold. Hearing his favorite girl call him handsome or beloved as your limbs are tied in knots together makes him absolutely crumble.

DIMITRI

♡ Dimitri is intimidated by being so close to a human body with how fragile they can be, so when he cuddles you for the first few times he treats you as if you're a goddess made of glass.

♡ His touches and kisses are featherlight, handling you with utmost care.

♡ Eventually you have to encourage him to tighten his grip, to kiss with a little more force, to truly show his devotion to you with zero fear.

♡ To which he obliges. Once he conquers his anxieties, he's smooching you from head to toe, arms suffocating you in adorable bear hugs.

♡ Can and will wrap you in his cloak by the fireplace in your shared quarters.

♡ Dimitri will cuddle you anywhere, anytime. He's fond of showing his affection to his beloved while taking strolls, and will gladly take a seat on a bench to absorb every inch of you.

♡ If you play with his hair he'll melt. Whether you braid it or run your fingers through it, and after a long day try to sort through the knots with your fingers. he'll be beet red and overflowing with lovey dovey feelings.

FELIX

♡ Felix is like a cat at first, hisses at the slightest touch but before you know it he's curled up in your lap, breathing synchronized with yours.

♡ He may scoff when you pepper him with kisses or intertwine your fingers with his, but he secretly lives for it.

♡ Like Dimitri, his weakness is his lover playing with his hair. Let his hair down and bury your face in it, you won't regret it.

♡ A big fan of hand holding, and comparing hand sizes as you do so. Whether yours are smaller, larger, the same size - he could gaze at your hands connected with his all day and all night.

♡ He isn't a fan of cuddling in public places, but boy does he relax when you two go to secluded wild areas, like a flower field. He's fond of holding hands under tables too, letting you rest your head on his shoulder if you grow weary.

♡ His guard is always up during cuddle time so you may have to hush him and reassure him that nobody will catch him like this, it's just you and him. He appreciates it, and appreciates how warm and soft you feel flush against his scars and bruises from combat.

#fire emblem x reader #shura x reader #hubert von vestra x reader #lon'qu x reader #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd x reader #felix hugo fraldarius x reader #female reader #fe x reader #fire emblem imagines

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agent-cupcake · 2 years

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Beachy Keen

Pairing: Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd x f!reader

Warnings: explicit smut

Tags: established relationship, semi-public sex, rough sex, porn without plot, modern setting, romance

Notes: I don't even like Dimitri's beach design but I cannot express with words the depth of my love for him so I got a little excitable and this came out. It is significantly more wholesome than anything I've written in the past, like, year. But you know how it is. Here is the smutty beach episode with our beloved, enjoy <3

Word Count: 3.9k

Sun lotion and salty ocean water had dried in a thin crust over your body, latticed with fresh sweat trickling down your neck and chest, tickling the indent of your spine. You nearly stumbled when Dimitri bullied you into the changing stall, your bare feet slapping noisily on wet, gritty concrete. Despite the hot overexposure of an afternoon sun, the inside of the little stall was dusky red and muffled, bright summer air condensed from a harsh blaze to a heavy, intimate heat. Wood rattled unhappily when Dimitri threw the stall door closed behind him. Closed off from the outside world, the roar of waves crashing became distant and dull, the faint chiming of pipe organ crackling out from an ice cream truck’s speakers dreamy in its softness. Bugs chattered noisily, oppressive in the open air, but even their voices were reduced to a mere buzz, as if filtered through layers and layers of wool. You could hear the thump of your own heartbeat going wild in your chest.

Dimitri didn’t bother with the light, but enough sunshine slanted in through the slits between boards for you to see his stormy expression. A dangerous look, especially considering how alone and isolated you were now. It was like being in a different world, just the two of you. All you could smell was coconut lime verbena, the musty rot of old wood, wet concrete, and humid sea air. And him. Sweat, musk, aerosol zinc oxide sunscreen.

He pushed you against the wall a little too hard. The aged, spongy wood creaked and scraped roughly against your bare shoulders. You groaned, a sound that dissipated into a breathy giggle as you threw your head back to smile at him. You were a little tipsy, inebriated not only from fruity wine but with affection and lust and his mere proximity. The feelings blew up like a balloon in your chest, almost too much to handle. So you laughed, delighted.

“You must be quiet,” Dimitri said sternly. As if nobody knew what the two of you were doing when he suddenly quit the game of beach volleyball he’d been playing with Sylvain, Ingrid, and Felix and grabbed you by the wrist, all but dragging you away to the relative privacy of the changing stall.

Well, ‘quit’ was a light way to put it. The game came to an abrupt end when Dimitri popped the volleyball, which surely had nothing to do with the recent disappearance of your sheer swimsuit coverup dress and the revelation of your new bikini. Not exactly the reaction you expected—you had a whole day of teasing planned—but you couldn’t say you were too disappointed in the turn of events either.

All you could do was giggle, running your hands through his sweaty, salt stiffened hair to pull him closer. His bare chest practically radiated heat when you pressed your nearly bare torso against him, as hot as the pale white sand outside.

“You are…” Dimitri exhaled sharply, shaking his head. But he did kiss you. He tasted like salt and blue Gatorade, it mixed with the sweet pink sangria that lingered on your tongue, liquor that danced through your veins, that loosened your movements and gave you confidence.

Trying to tease him into reacting had been a little low, all things considered. Not that you regretted it. Not when he was kissing you like this, uncaring of how messy and sloppy it sounded, forgetting to hold himself back and be careful with his strength. And you could feel how ready Dimitri was through the swim trunks you had cajoled him into buying. Wanting more, your hands dropped to get the offending fabric out of the way.

“Do you think,” Dimitri said, grabbing your wrists to keep you from touching him, “I don’t know what you’re up to?”

“I have no idea what you mean,” you said innocently, fluttering your eyelashes at him for good measure. Dimitri’s pink lips flattened into a line, those serious eyebrows of his furrowing. There wasn’t enough light to see the blue of his irises, just dark. You pouted, tugging against his grip. “Come on, Dimi…” you said in a half serious whine that you hoped, in combination with using the nickname, would make him give in.

No such luck.

“You have been toying with me,” he accused.

“I haven’t done anything,” you said, delivering the denial with a perfectly straight, innocent face.

Dimitri’s eyes narrowed, his disbelief made obvious. “I suppose it was coincidence that you chose to wear this?” he asked, nodding at your swimsuit.

“It’s new,” you told him sweetly, unable to stop yourself from grinning at the little victory. “Do you like it?”

His throat worked as he swallowed, scanning you slowly, hungrily. The grip on your wrists tightened ever so slightly before he forced himself to relax. Just that was enough to make you squirm, your toes curling into the cold, gritty concrete because the ego boost was nice but not at all what you wanted.

“Surely it can’t be comfortable,” Dimitri muttered, slipping into a slightly more formal tone to compensate for his lapse in control. “I cannot fathom how you would swim wearing so little. A single wave would carry that top away with it.”

“I wasn’t going to swim,” you said. “I was there to cheer you on. It looked like you were winning too. At least, before you-”

His jaw ticked at the reminder, so you didn’t continue, letting your head fall back against the wall to give him another smile. Dimitri met your eyes a moment before shaking his head in frustration, licking his lips and exhaling harshly. It was as if you could see his control faltering.

“Are you upset with me?” you asked as sweetly as you could manage. That seemed to catch him off guard, if only for a moment. As soon as he saw your unrepentant, smug smile, his expression darkened.

“Insatiable siren,” Dimitri muttered, practically cursed. His tone was low and rough, which didn’t help the not-enough pressure of pressing your thighs together. “This is what you wanted all along, isn’t it?”

Yes, and no. What you wanted was for him to fuck you stupid and lead you back to the beach by the hand giggling and shaky, you wanted him to leave you covered in bruises that would force you to put on the sheer coverup dress you’d brought. You wanted him to mark you as his so there was no mistaking that, no matter who admired his drool-worthy physique, you belonged to him. Maybe it was a little insecure of you, but it was hard not to feel that way sometimes. Dimitri was dorky, and he could be incredibly awkward and obtuse, but he was gorgeous. Besides, those other things only made it that much more fun to tease him.

“I dunno,” you said, pressing yourself against him as much as you could in the limited space. Dimitri grunted at the sensation, mindlessly grinding his clothed erection against you before he caught himself. You huffed unhappily, fighting to get your hands back again to no avail. “You’re the one who dragged me in here.”

Dimitri opened his mouth to object to that, only to shut it again.

“But,” you continued, trying to give him an out before he could talk himself out of this, “if there’s something you want to do, I wouldn’t mind.”

“Is that a fact?” Dimitri asked, giving you a long suffering look that did not at all match the way he was still practically pinning you against the wall, holding your wrists tight. “You are…” Dimitri didn’t finish that thought, shaking his head again. “I am not completely clueless, I know that you have been doing your utmost to tempt me. Considering your reaction, it’s safe to assume that this was your goal all along. If I give you what you want now, it will only reward this type of behavior.”

“So punish me instead,” you told him, giggling at the idea of your sweet, upstanding husband doing something like that. Rather than laugh it off, or react in the would-be stern way that you would have expected normally, Dimitri’s jaw set, his eyebrows knitting. It was a look of determination, the one he made when he’d come to a decision on something.

Releasing your wrists, he pushed down his swim trunks to free his erection. Finally. You wanted to touch him, you wanted to tease him a little as payback, but Dimitri had a different plan. It was almost alarming how easily he snapped the elastic fabric of your bikini bottoms, letting the scraps fall at your feet. “He-ey, what-” You cut yourself off with a harsh gasp, throwing your arms around his shoulders in panic when he grabbed you by the back of your thighs to push you against the wall, effectively wedging you in place so he could use his other hand to line himself up with your entrance. You squealed when he pushed his cock into you all in one go, a sound he muffled with a big hand pressed tight over your mouth. With the way his body pressed against you, it was almost more than you could do to breathe. It was too much for all at once—too much being the understatement of the year—but even with the pinching sting, you couldn’t help but moan into the muffling cup of his palm, your pussy squeezing his cock desperately as he rolled his hips to help you sink down and take the final inch or two.

“I told you to be quiet,” Dimitri scolded, although his harsh breathing gave away his lack of composure. You blinked your eyes open, unaware of when you had closed them. When they focused on his, they narrowed. That was the only way you had to respond to that quip, his hand muffled your attempt to tell him that it was his fault for surprising you like that and that it was too much and how you-

The first thrust was shallow considering the position, and the wood plank wall scraped up your back, but even the slight rocking of his hips was enough to render you wordlessly scrambling at his back to steady yourself, letting out another half-pained moan muffled by his hand. Dimitri grunted, adjusting his stance. You were a dutiful admirer of his strength in general, but right then it was almost dizzying how easily he could manhandle you into such a disadvantageous position.

“I’m going to move my hand,” he said. “Will you keep your voice down?”

You considered objecting for the sake of principle, but every time he moved even a little you could feel it, feel the way he shifted inside of you. And you wanted more. When it came to Dimitri, you always wanted more. So you just nodded, hoping he could see the need in your eyes, hoping he would have some mercy.

Dimitri’s hand moved, as promised. He used it to help keep your other leg hiked up around his waist, experimentally thrusting again now that your weight was balanced better. You weren’t really prepared, but your body was all too eager to relent to his no matter what the circumstance. You bit your lip to choke back the sound you wanted to let out, although you failed to see why it was necessary when the wood creaked so obviously, when anyone close enough would be able to hear the lewd slick sounds that really could only allude to one thing.

“You could have warned me,” you said, although any bite you intended to give the words was ruined by the raw, shuddering lust in your voice.

“I could say the same of you,” Dimitri said, his voice strained. “I had no idea you even owned swimwear so revealing.”

“I told you, it’s new,” you said, the last word distorted by another bitten back moan as his hips snapped against yours, pulling another unhappy creak from the wood behind you. He went so deep it was almost painful, always on the very edge of hurting. But that constant threat of pain felt so good, had your pussy tightening around his cock, his way eased by a fresh wave of slick arousal. “I didn’t th-ink it was a big deal.”

Dimitri just grunted, no longer interested in talking as he began to fuck you outright. You expected him to at least pretend to take it slow and be considerate at first, but he didn't. It wasn't long before he was practically rutting into you, the little stall filled with the sounds of slick skin slapping and the wet squish of each thrust. He fucked you without much concern given to holding himself back or keeping quiet. Just using you, forcing you to hold onto his shoulders tightly, to keep your thighs clamped tight around his waist, giving you no other option than to just take it. Although you had been mostly joking earlier, this was punishing.

“Dimi-tri…” you got out, his name stuttered between thrusts, broken up by your breathless voice. “Too…. too much. I ca-ah-n’t…”

He didn’t respond or slow down, although you didn’t miss his smug little smile. Revenge. You should have known. You whined when he ducked his head to press his lips against your neck. Gently at first, his lips and tongue almost cold against your feverish skin. The first scrape of his teeth made you jolt, your fingers curling into claws to drag across his back. Dimitri groaned, low and lewd and so unimaginably sexy. When he bit you, your hips jumped against his, lending that much more violence to the thrust.

Whenever he hit that spongy spot inside of you, it recklessly pushed you closer and closer to the edge, stabbing stars behind your eyes with the intensity. Pleasure grew and tightened within your core insistently, helplessly. Every ridge, every vein, your cunt was so hypersensitive to the way his cock dragged against your inner walls that it was more than you could bear. Too much, absolute excess, overstimulation. He had you well trained at this point, or maybe the opposite. He knew exactly how to exploit your weaknesses, what you liked the most.

Dimitri’s teeth dug into your neck and that was all you could take. Between the pleasurable drag of his cock with each too-rough thrust, the way he ground himself against you to ensure you were taking him all the way, and the teeth digging little imprints into your skin, you came undone completely. Tears pricked in your eyes, your mouth falling open. He moaned again at the marks you were carving into his back with your nails, sucked hard on the bite he'd left all the while continuing to relentlessly fuck you into the wall. Wood creaking, scraping your skin. Heat pressing from the outside, exploding through your body, each time Dimitri drove his cock into you it was a fresh lick of fire through your body, an overstimulating mess of pleasure and need and heat and you couldn’t breathe or think or do anything other than hold on as the snapped tension began to bleed out into a more manageable glow, a warmth.

You giggled as the high faded, hiccuped on the sound as it became an incredibly slutty moan, and writhed against him at the new sense of oversensitive discomfort because he wasn't doing anything to give you a break. On the contrary, Dimitri’s fingers dug even harder into the soft give of your thighs, his mouth moving down to leave another mark on your neck where your swimsuits and dresses wouldn't cover. It surprised you when his hands moved further up, squeezing your ass instead, forcing your pelvis to tilt and meet each snap of his hips. You’d probably have hand shaped bruises on your ass as well, considering how aggressively he was groping you.

“Dimitri,” you whined, tugging on his hair. You didn’t think you could come again so soon but your body tensed in preparation for the new coil of pleasure growing taut in your core, responding in kind to the fact that you knew he was close. He barely pulled out before thrusting back into you, your arousal coating his cock, dripping down his balls. Everything was wet and filthy and heady and heavy and there was an animal sense within you that was only more excited because of it. Your back arched, trying to take him deeper, trying to get more. Always more. "Dimi..."

Dimitri made a sound that came out eerily similar to a growl and reached up to snap the center strap of your bikini top, letting the skimpy garment part and fall to either side, exposing your chest. Your objection was silenced by Dimitri’s enthusiasm as he picked up the pace, pounding into you and watching the way your tits bounced with every rough thrust, his dark eyes crawling up to the red marks he’d left on your neck, to your gasping lips and half lidded gaze. He kept pulling you onto his cock to meet him halfway, manipulating your body easily, senselessly. Relentlessly.

But, no matter how rough he was, Dimitri was a romantic. He kissed you when he came, artlessly pressing his mouth against yours as his thrusts became uneven and stuttered, making sure to bury himself as deep into your cunt as possible with each shallow thrust as he came. It was a desperate, clumsy kiss and you could feel his affection, all of the things he hadn’t expressed before. He wasn’t quiet, but most of his moans were muffled by you. You weren’t very quiet either, really, holding onto him tightly and kissing back with everything you had.

Dimitri didn’t pull out right away, nor did he let you down. Rather, he let his sweaty, hot forehead fall against yours for a few moments, the two of you breathing harshly in the muffled, dark space. When he pulled his face away, you expected him to put you on your feet. But he didn’t.

“Stay,” Dimitri told you instead, meeting your eyes and squeezing your left thigh with emphasis. You almost asked what he meant, but you understood perfectly well when he stopped holding your thigh in place so his hand could drop between your sweaty bodies. There wasn’t much room and the angle was awkward, but Dimitri had no difficulty finding your swollen, sensitive clit. As soon as you realized what he intended, your body drew inward, half afraid of the new pleasure and half needing it desperately.

“Oh,” you gasped. With him still buried inside of you, his body keeping you helplessly pinned, there was nowhere you could go to escape his touch. “You don't... I already-”

“I told you to be quiet,” Dimitri told you, his voice low, rumbling in his chest.

“It’s too-too much,” you whined.

“Good.”

You squinted at him through teary eyes, surprised by the cruelty of that answer. Dimitri looked determined, focused. Proving a point. You whimpered, your cunt squeezing around him which couldn’t have been entirely comfortable when he was still sensitive, but even though he winced, Dimitri didn’t falter as he began to rub tight, dirty circles over your clit. You hadn’t realized how close you were again, but now it jumped at you in full force, your entire body trembling with the growing tide of pleasure.

Panic was there as well, and this squirmy sense of discomfort at the helplessness of it all. But it was better to allow it to happen, to focus on the pleasure and embrace it rather than dragging this out. Dimitri was stubborn, he would make you come one way or another if that’s what he wanted, it was only a matter of how much you could withstand before that point.

Your head dropped back again, your mouth falling open slightly. Not with a giggle, this time, just helpless pleasure. You gasped and shook and whimpered through your orgasm, your body jerking against his. Dimitri was half hard. Still? Again? And that only made it more intense because he wasn’t fucking you, but you could feel the pressure of him inside of you, the odd friction as your inner walls spasmed and tightened around him. And the pressure on your clit, those higher notes of pleasure that sparkled bright when you shuddered apart, made it complete.

Dimitri completed you.

You barely had to slur out a "stop," before his hand drew away, leaving you breathless and wrung out. His hips surged against you with one last frantic thrust that made you mewl before he pulled out.

Coming down from the high of pleasure was more like a crash, reality hitting harder now that the haze of lust had well and truly been done away with. The wood creaked again when he helped to lower you to the floor. Your legs shook unsteadily, you had to lean against the wall for support. The ache inside of you was only partially from being sore, you also felt uncomfortably empty. Dimitri’s cum dripped out of your sore pussy, mixing with your own arousal and coating your thighs. You looked dejectedly at the bikini bottoms that had fallen to the floor. Even if he hadn’t snapped them to nothing more than scraps, it wouldn’t have been enough to hide the evidence. You needed a towel. And a robe. And a shower.

Dimitri cleared his throat, pulling his own swimsuit back into place. “Are you okay?” he asked stiffly, nervously.

“Just a little…” you slid to the floor. The concrete was cold and the sand was uncomfortably gritty against your bare ass, but you were too dizzy to stay on your feet. Dimitri thought for a moment before sitting down beside you.

“I apologize if I hurt you," he said, and you knew he meant it even though you had told him a million times how much you liked it when he was rough. He hesitated before adding, "I did warn you that there would be consequences if you continued to tease me.”

You looked at Dimitri, appraising him in the thick red hazy dark. There really wasn’t enough room for his long legs in the small space, he had to bend them awkwardly. You pressed a hand to your face, giggling. You didn’t know why, only that this was all extremely funny. Terrible because the both of you looked disastrously fucked, but it was funny.

“I don’t think you did, actually,” you said, adjusting yourself to get between his legs and lean against Dimitri instead, nuzzling your cheek against his chest. The both of you were hot and covered with sweat and salty sea air and greasy with sunscreen but he accepted you into his arms easily, wrapping them around you.

“Oh, well,” Dimitri paused, absently running his hand over the top of your hair. “Consider this... a warning. I don’t appreciate being toyed with. Especially not when your devious schemes include allowing Sylvain of all people to see you in such a state of undress.”

“I’m about to go out there naked,” you told him with a sigh. “Someone tore my swimsuit.”

"Ah, right..." He cleared his throat awkwardly. “I promise to buy you another,” Dimitri told you. “In any case, I owe Ingrid a new volleyball.”

You giggled at the reminder, holding onto him a little tighter.

“You would find that amusing,” Dimitri said, feigning exasperation. “How in the world did I end up married to such an unscrupulous woman?”

“Because you love me,” you said sweetly, leaning back to flutter your eyelashes at him.

Dimitri sighed, but he was unable to hide his fond smile as he touched your cheek, the softness of his eyes easy to see even in the dim light. “I suppose there is that.”

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gh0ullie · 2 years

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˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷Hot-blooded

Dimitri x gender neutral! reader

content warnings: blood, vampirism, breaking and entering, creampie

word count: 1.9k

18+, NSFW, Minors do not interact!

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A chill ran down your spine, freezing you in place. The sound of the window sliding open, ever so quietly, rose above the din of the fan. You didn’t dare chance a look from beneath your cocoon of blankets, but your heart began to hammer faster in your chest as you heard the subtlest shifting of clothing approaching you.

“Damnit,” a voice sighed, just above a whisper. Your heartbeat crescendoed at the confirmation you weren’t alone. “You’re awake, aren’t you?”

This was less of a question, and more of an acknowledgement. You had no idea how to react. Another sound of fabric shuffling filled your ears as whoever was in your room seemed to sink to the floor.

“I apologize,” he said, followed by a heavy breath. “I’m not here to hurt you.”

He didn’t sound so confident in that second part.

Wearily, you rose, turning toward the voice.. You were surprised to find a large, imposing figure in a crumpled heap on your floor, holding his blond head in his hands. He looked up, meeting your gaze with a single bright red eye. There was an eyepatch where the other eye might have once been, but his gaze was no less hungry with its loss.

His mouth hung open, shallow pants falling out, the pace of which seemed to quicken when he met your gaze. Past his lips, his canines were replaced with a pair of sharp, inch-long fangs.

“Holy shit,” you breathed. You’d seen this in movies, but Lestat and Edward couldn’t hold a candle to the man before you. HIs shoulders were broad, his arms thick and muscular, his golden hair tangled and overgrown but silky and gorgeous nonetheless. For all his apparent might, however, he was crumpled on your floor, breathing heavily, and making no moves to attack you.

“Are you… hurt?”

He breathes a sigh. “Not so much hurt as… starving.”

The pieces clicked in your head. You’d left your window cracked.

“So you came into my room… to drink my blood?”

He barked a low laugh. “So it seems.”

Your brows furrowed. “So why didn’t you?”

“Your heartbeat,” he said softly. “I could hear it speed up when I came in. I knew you were awake.”

He could hear your heartbeat? Sure, why not. If you were going to accept that he was a vampire why not believe this too? You shifted in the bed, sitting up and drawing your knees to your chest.

“I didn’t consider that you might be awake.”

“I don’t think it would have been difficult for you to kill me anyway,” you said softly. He gave a strained laugh in response.

“I want to believe it doesn’t have to come to that,” he said, “but I underestimated the strength of this thirst.” You could tell, watching him, that the internal struggle he was going through was indeed immense. “I’m surprised you’re being so calm about this. Thank you.”

You’re not sure what came over you, but you leaned toward him. “You just need to drink blood, right?”

His eye flashed at the words. He nodded, biting his lip and silencing whatever he had planned to say next. He knew he couldn’t hold out much longer.

Against your better judgement, you slunk to the edge of the bed, placing your feet on the ground and making your way over to him. Gingerly, you reached out, cupping his face in your hand, tilting it upward and meeting his gaze.

“You’re welcome to drink your fill,” you said softly.

That was all the prompting he needed before the animal inside of him took over. With a grunt, he reached up and grabbed your shoulders, pulling you down to him. In an instant, his lips were at your neck, and as you squeezed your eyes shut, his fangs sunk into your flesh. It stung like a bitch. But beneath the pain, pleasure began to well up, a giddy lightheadedness filled you as his fangs withdrew and his tongue lapped at your weeping wound. The sharp canines scraped at the skin around the bite as he drank his fill, making sure not to let a single drop escape. Being held like this, close to his broad chest, his strong arms wrapped around you, pinning you in place… it lit a fire in your abdomen, and, despite yourself, you failed to suppress a whimpering moan. This only seemed to encourage him, and he moved a hand to your head, pulling it to the side ever so slightly to get a better angle at your neck.

You began to feel a little weak, and grabbed his arms to steady yourself. They were unbelievably muscular, and you couldn’t help but have thoughts of them pinning you down… A huff came from the mouth at your neck as the thought rose in your head. Could he read your mind? No. But what if he could taste the excitement in your blood? The thought, of course, only sent another wave of adrenaline coursing through your veins, and as it hit his lips, he seemed to momentarily lose control, digging his fingers into your shoulder tightly enough to leave bruises.

A moment later, he caught himself, and with a smack, he pulled back from your neck. His gaze darted about frantically as he tried to find his breath, his jaw slack, your blood glistening red on his tongue. Your heart leapt out of your chest.

“I… I apologize,” he said. You laughed.

“I said it was fine, didn’t I?”

“No, I – I almost lost control.” he looked down, the weight of the night's events seemingly heavy on his mind. “You could have been hurt. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you said softly. “I’m fine. See?”

You reached forward, placing a hand on his cheek. It was cold, but you were sure he could feel the warmth of your too-hot skin upon his. His darting, adrenaline-high gaze settled finally upon your face, seeming to stare into the depths of your soul. Suddenly, you were self-conscious. You were a mess straight out of bed, your face surely flushed from the heat of the night’s fervor. But he didn’t recoil. Instead, he leaned forward, and in moments you tasted copper on your tongue as it met his in a deep, reverent kiss.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you leaned into the kiss, suddenly hungry at the taste of your own blood. There was something so unbelievably erotic about the taste, and you sought it further and further, taking his face in your hands and straddling his left leg. A quick, harsh gasp filled your mouth as your knee bumped against the bulge in his pants, and your own arousal stirred. The kiss deepened, becoming more and more fervent as his hands roamed your body, shuffling up the hem of your shirt, eliciting a shiver as his cold touch met the heat of your bare skin.

You ground down upon his leg, breaking the kiss momentarily to let out a pleasured yelp. He took the opportunity to move his lips back to your neck, breathing in deeply, letting the mere smell of you deepen his arousal.

“Can I…” he asked, his voice somewhere between a pant and a grunt.

“Be gentle,” you whispered, and before you could say more, his fangs sunk deep inside of you once again. You wondered absently how something that was supposed to be painful could feel this good, but the thought fell to the back of your mind as waves of pleasure overwhelmed you. Unable to stop yourself now, you humped his leg freely, seeking friction. Your hand wandered to the bulge in his pants, and a moan reverberated against your bleeding neck.

You couldn’t take it anymore. Feeling your way around with one hand, you managed, somehow, to undo his pants. Freeing his erection from its confines, you realized at once just how big he was, and a new jolt of excitement rushed through you. A sharp breath in told you your adrenaline had hit his tongue, and he pulled back just long enough for you to remove your lower garments and rearrange yourself atop his waist, positioning him at your entrance. You moaned in tandem as you lowered yourself onto him, the smell of blood in the air making the act somehow more sensual, more intimate. He returned to your neck quickly, unable to resist the taste. He made no more wounds, and those that were there were now weeping slowly. Still, he lapped fervently at the blood as it trickled out, his tongue sending shockwaves of pleasure through you.

You managed to get your knees onto the ground, and, slowly, began to use them as leverage. Your weak, gelatinous legs weren’t strong enough right now to do much more than rock yourself upon his cock, but quickly he picked up the slack, reaching around and grabbing your hips in his impressively large hands. He began guiding you up and down, moving in tandem with you, rocking back as he lifted and thrusting forward as you dropped down. Mewls and moans dripped from your lips, your pleasure mounting. You held his head to your neck, seeking further pleasure from his tongue upon your raw wounds, tangling your fingers in his hair as sensation seemed to overwhelm every corner of your body.

A particularly strong wave of pleasure jolted through you as he hit your erogenous zone, and as the taste of your excitement hit his tongue, he grunted and pushed you backward, towering over you as your back hit the ground. His hands now leveraging your hips, he began to thrust viciously into you, much faster than before. You cried out, but it only seemed to encourage him. Not that you wanted him to stop – being utterly dominated like this was thrilling.

You could tell he was close when his thrusts became more erratic, grunts and growls of pleasure rolling off his lips.

“Come inside,” you said between pants and moans. He thrust particularly hard in response, sending a dull, pleasant ache through your abdomen. The sounds of his body slapping against yours reverberated throughout the room, and with one particularly loud smack he bottomed out inside of you, his load coating your insides.

He only stopped for a moment before continuing, but your own release wasn’t far behind. You realized absently that you couldn’t scream out his name when you came, as you didn’t know what it was. Pulling out gingerly, he collapsed back against the bed, while you sat upright and leaned against his shoulder. Waves of utter exhaustion overtook you, and you chuckled lightly.

“This is one hell of a dream.”

“A dream…? Yes, maybe it’s better to think of it that way,” he said. His voice was just a little bit sad.

“Well I do hope this is a recurring dream. Maybe I'll even have the same dream tomorrow night,” you said , smiling warmly at him. A look of surprise gave way to his own shy smile, and the vampire rose, fastening his pants and dusting himself off.

“Maybe you will,” he said softly, before turning to the window, crawling up on the ledge, and jumping out of sight.

You climbed into bed and quickly found sleep, reminding yourself to always keep the window cracked from now on.

#🔞#fire emblem smut #fire emblem three houses smut #dimitri x reader #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd x reader #x reader #vampire x reader

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thatanimewriter · 1 year

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TEDDY BEAR.

➳ request: i just found out you write for fe3h! Can I ask for dima, felix and sylvain with a male s/o who is very shy, quiet but extremely affectionate toward them (constantly peppers their face with kisses, nuzzles into their shoulders, hugs them tightly from behind etc.)? Thank you in advance!

➳ character/s: dimitri alxandre blaiddyd, felix fraldarius

➳ warnings: swearing, spoilers for fe3h?? idk why you’re reading this without knowing what happens, but in case you don’t know what happens in chapter 11 onwards, SPOILERS

➳ notes: in the name of our angsty bois: amen.

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

── 𝐃𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐘𝐃.

has probably cried over the affection you’ve given him

touch starved king

and he’s probably also cried over how cute you are-

no one would’ve guessed, cause you’re so shy that pda is just

off the table (almost)

but the moment y’all get back to the dorms, it’s CUDDLE TIME

after missions??

he better accept your kisses or else >:((

especially after the whole edelgard-is-the-flame-emperor thing

he thought you wouldn’t be one for affection since you’re so shy

but he thought wrong

doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it though, he loves it

cause if you weren’t super affectionate, he’d feel really overbearing

but it’s fine, because you both want kisses and you both want cuddles

lots of time spent with each other just wrapped up in blankets and not willing to get up in the morning :))

LOTS OF UNDER THE TABLE HAND HOLDING

just gently stroking the back of your hand with his thumb

also don’t be fooled, he’s still super flustered at affection

── 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒.

he hates it

he loves it

stop embarrassing him >:((

he claims it’s embarrassing, yet he drags you to the training grounds late at night to get kisses and hugs as a reward for his hard work

he’s really bad at affection

but he kinda wants it, so he just lets you do whatever

you mellow him out

and it’s so desperately needed when the war starts

he’s a tense boi and he needs soft times to balance his stress out

his version of affection is letting you keep showering him with love

but sometimes he’ll return the love in small kisses or resting his head on yours, sometimes some pre-marital hand holding

you’re both especially clingy if one of you got injured in a battle

if that’s even possible for you

if you don’t give him morning kisses

he’s gonna be so mad the whole day

lots of pouting

and that’s the only time you’ll find him chasing you around trying to get just a lil peck

and by peck, i mean cuddles and a light make out session

#fire emblem three houses #fe3h #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #felix fraldarius #fire emblem three houses x reader #fe3h x reader #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd x reader #felix fraldarius x reader #fire emblem three houses imagines #fe3h imagines #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd imagines #felix fraldarius imagines

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y-junghyeok · 7 months

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I. things you said at 1 am | dimitri alexander blaiddyd x fiancée reader

Year 15. Another night in the royal castle in the capital city of Fhirdiad.

Dimitri won't talk about it and you never forced him to say anything.

Some nights like tonight, you woke up in cold sweats and walked down the frigid halls of the castle. Your feet delivered you without you knowing. By the time any sense or reason returned to you, you were in front of his door—Dimitri's door—dressed in nothing but your nightgown.

The chill sets into your bones. Your meagre candle can only illuminate your ways, it contributes nothing to your body heat. You always hate how unwelcoming the capital of your kingdom is, always impersonal and barren with its impenetrable forts and never-ending cold.

Yet, at that moment, you didn't want to be anywhere else. Not when the cries behind that door called for you and you answered the ways sailors would to sirens, diving into the ice-cold water without any care for your own skin.

"Dimitri?" You push the door open, voice soft and tempered in case he has been sleeping.

"Who's there—" He breathes out at the sight of your form. Your name is a quiet prayer from his lips. "Is something the matter?"

You don't know. Without any proper excuse, you've awakened in the night and sought him out. If it's not for your engagement with him, this would be highly improper. Then again, you wouldn't be here if that was to be the case.

"No, I..." You frown. The truth sounds implausible to your ears, you can't even imagine how it would sound to him. But it's the truth. "I came because I was worried. Did you have nightmares?"

In the shadows of the night, you can't tell his expression, but his sigh confirms your suspicion, his heavy blanket rustles when he sinks further under it. "...I did." His confession is meek. It squeezes your heart anyway.

You put on a smile, hoping it'd be a reassurance, "Would you like me to stay with you?"

His answer comes after a moment of contemplation, "...Yes." It's all you need to move.

The door closes behind you with a quiet click. It's warmer inside his room. The prince's quarter possesses proper insulation compared to the halls outside, but Dimitri shudders even under the weight of his blanket. Your candlelight grants you some respite from the mystery of his expressions, but up close to him, you see how pale he has become.

His eyes are sunken and they are empty when they glance up at you. Nobody would've noticed how haggard he became, listening to him. Nobody in this castle, anyway, except you.

You put your candle tray on his bedside table and Dimitri swallows before he speaks again. "I'm sorry," he whispers, shuffling to the empty side of his bed, "It's—" He chokes up, "—I'm sorry."

His apology isn't for you, not all of it. In times like these, he's apologizing to you and the ghosts in his head. It never matters to you where the guilt dwells heavier, what you care about now is how you can protect him from the immaterial creatures you can't touch. Assassins, nobles, beasts, those you always know how to deflect them from harming Dimitri.

His own mind, however, you're at a loss. In these moments, you can only clamber into his bed and let him find solace in your arms. You can't replace his loved ones, you know that. But without his friends here and his uncle a tyrant, you are all he has left. The thought sinks you into the plush of his mattress while Dimitri buries his face into your chest.

His sobs rake through his body, but he anchors to you with a vice grip around your waist. Your hand weaves into his soft strands, holding him close to you.

You wish you could do more, but you can't fight an enemy you can't see. So for tonight, you settle for what you have and hope it will chase his nightmares away.

#dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd x reader #dimitri x reader #fics #fe3h x reader

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frickingnerd · 5 months

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the words i most regret are the ones i never meant to leave unsaid

pairing: dimitri alexandre blaiddyd x gn!reader

summary: out of all of the regrets dimitri has, being unable to tell you how he feels about you is his biggest regret...

during the last five years, dimitri has been piling up regrets. even before that, he was fueled by nothing but regret. so many people had died and he was unable to do anything about it. there wasn't a day where he wondered what could've been, how things might've changed if he only… but no, it never brought him anywhere. it was all just wishful thinking. he couldn't do anything but pile up more and more regrets with each passing day, as they began to consume him and turn him into nothing but a monster.

and out of all those regrets, there was one that weighed down on him especially heavy. one thing swore he would never forgive himself for.

the thing he regretted the most was never telling you how he felt about you.

dimitri had loved you more than anything. when it seemed like darkness would consume him, you brought light into his life. you had saved him time and time again. but in the end, he was unable to save you.

you were killed by soldiers of the adrestian empire, trying to protect him, after he had run into battle without thinking. you died in his arms that day, bleeding out from your wounds. your last words were his name, as you desperately reached out his hand to touch his face.

dimitri had never been able to forget that sight. nor had he been able to forgive himself for letting you die in his stead. but what haunted him the most was that he had always taken you for granted. he had never told you that he loved you, never thanked you for your help and never offered any compensation. you gave him everything and got nothing in return. you even gave your life for his, when it should've been him who died that day…

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bloomingforerza · 1 year

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I would read the hell out of a Dimitri bridgerton au

u just pushed me to the edge i’m writing the chapter outlines now

it’s been so long since i wrote a multi chapter work but this au has so much potential

#answered #bridgerton x fe3h au #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd x reader

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 3 months

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Edelgard, Dimitri, and Mercedes with a s/o who is always tried thought the day, either half asleep or taking a nap somewhere.

Doesn't help that when it's 3am s/o is doing literally anything but sleeping.

(FE3H) Edelgard, Dimitri, and Mercedes with a perpetually tired S/O

just like me fr

Oh lovely, now there was another person who is eternally sleepy in the Black Eagles.

But, at least this time they weren't skipping out on lectures.

Edelgard at first tries not to be overbearing and just gently nudge them in the right direction of trying to get more sleep in the night.

Of course, that does not last very long.

(Edelgard) "I somehow knew you would be in the library, S/O."

(S/O) yawn "Edelgard? Oh, hey. Has the lecture already started?"

Edelgard sighs as her expression softens a little, gently putting a hand on their shoulder.

(Edelgard) "It's nearly time for bed. If you are going to rest, you can at the very least do so in your own room."

She doesn't want to sound like a nag, but she can't help but fret over S/O, at least in private.

Sometimes, she knocks on their door when she suspects they're still not asleep on the nights she can't either.

Those sleepless nights usually result in the two having a heart to heart, and being extremely tired come morning.

But Edelgard would not trade those moments with them for anything in the world.

Dimitri can't help but chuckle at seeing S/O yawn in the morning. The sight was honestly quite cute to him.

If not a little worrying. This was the fourth day in a row they looked ready to drop dead.

(Dimitri) "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were a ghost with how ghastly you look."

(S/O) "Ugh, I feel like one..."

(Dimitri) "Then perhaps you'd like something to wake you up? I could ask Mercedes to bake you something, or have Sylvain annoy you to awakening."

(S/O) "Goddess, please don't. It is way too early to be dealing with him...I might take you up on asking Mercedes, though."

He usually brings coffee or some kind of tea to help keep S/O up, or something to let them sleep late at night.

Dimitri trusts them enough to be responsible enough to know when it was time to sleep or not, but he has on occasion found them still awake at midnight.

(Dimitri) "S/O? What is that racket!?"

(S/O) "I needed to clean my room up, it's a little too messy in here."

(Dimitri) "In the dead of night?"

(S/O) "...It's not that late is it?"

(Dimitri) "Late enough that someone else other than me might come and make a noise complaint..."

(S/O) "Well, while you're here, can you lift my bed real quick? I need to grab something, and then I promise to sleep."

S/O was still full of energy, that was either a lie, or they'd sleep during lecture after trying and failing.

(Dimitri) sigh "Alright, please move aside."

Mercedes is probably the best solution for S/O's sleepy tendencies.

That, or she might accidentally make it worse.

Due to her usually calming demanour, S/O feels ten times as sleepy whenever they're together.

Mercedes doesn't particularly mind, since Annette feels the same way too.

In the morning, Mercedes has some sweets that she baked for them to help wake them up.

And if they needed to sleep? She'd happily let them rest their head on her lap.

(Mercedes) "Oh, I know! What if I tell you some of the ghost stories I know to keep you up?"

(S/O) "I-I think I'll pass on that one. The last story you told me, I couldn't keep my eyes closed for hours..."

(Mercedes) "Hm...Well, I'm glad I do such a good job of telling them at least! But I wish that didn't come at a cost of your sleep schedule."

(S/O) "I mean, it wasn't exactly great to begin with."

(Mercedes) "And it's too late to bake any sweets...Oh, I could make you something spicy!"

(S/O) "...Y-You mean you're going to cook?"

(Mercedes) "I'm still trying to learn from Ashe, but I think I could make something great for the both of us!"

Suddenly, S/O became far more alert.

(S/O) "I-I think I'm full for right now, Mercedes! And I'm feeling really awake talking to you too!"

Mercedes looked slightly disappointed before S/O sighed internally.

(S/O) The things I do for love... "...But I wouldn't mind trying at least little!"

Her expression brightened at their response.

(Mercedes) "Really? Okay, let's head to the mess hall!"

(S/O) Goddess be with me...

#fire emblem three houses x reader #fire emblem three houses headcanons #fire emblem three houses imagines #edelgard x reader #dimitri x reader #mercedes x reader #edelgard von hresvelg #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #mercedes von martritz

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byproducts-of-my-imagination · 4 months

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Yandere Dimitri Thoughts

War definitely does funny things people, but Dimitri was already a little fucked in the head to begin with. He'd hold onto you as the only thing to keep him sane, the burning need for revenge replaced by an insatiable need for you. Armed with enablement from the lions and active encouragement from Sylvain, it becomes easier and easier for Dimitri to write off Felix's harsh looks of disgust. But he knows better than to interfere with the crown prince of Faergus's only tether to reality. You are sequestered away, as Dimitri insists that you let him keep you safe. Unable to leave the monastery, it's unbearable to sit and count the days while your classmates are at war.

"I've lost so much. I can't lose you too." The light in his eyes have been long gone, replaced with mania and obsession.

You're reduced to the most important lynchpin in Fodlan.

#yandere #yandere dimitri #x reader #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #dimitri x reader #yandere fe3h #fe3h #fe3h dimitri

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agent-cupcake · 1 year

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With Dimitri, do you see him using bondage and gags on his S/O? I imagine him tying my wrists up and then just releasing all his frustration~ feel free to add on

Not gags so much, I think Dimitri would be too addicted to hearing you moan, and especially hearing you say his name. Buuut, if he did need a way to keep you quiet, his hand is more than big enough to muffle you.

On bondage... with Dimitri and most kinks, I have this running thing that is something along the lines of him being uncertain and shy about if it's okay or not and then, as soon as he realizes how fun it is, he goes a little wild. He's so careful and soft at first, asking if it hurts, if it's too tight, if you're okay, but at a certain point as he's looking at you, helpless and needy and squirming beneath him, that feral brain kicks in. Then it gets added to his collection of fantasies that he may or may not indulge with increasing intensity. Bondage could also be a matter of convenience, a quick solution to a problem that he doesn't think about much in the moment. You're being difficult, he's getting frustrated, so when he's drunk on lust (drunk on you) it's an obvious decision. The beast will always take expedient action, right?

In your scenario, where he's frustrated, it's worth considering that bondage might be an attempt to protect you. If Dimitri didn't want you to move, you wouldn't, it's nothing for him to keep you pinned. But if he lost control, you could easily get hurt. So if he were tying you up, it could be kind of a warning that he's frustrated enough he can't trust himself not to hurt you, that it's for your own good.

I was going to close this with a joke about the sort of knots Dimitri would know and use, I was going to say that they'd be mostly related to horses and hunting, but we know that he tortured Imperials during the five years to the extent of making them watch the murder of their friends, so he probably has some experience with bondage in a human sense. Twisted association aside, that'd probably make him good at improvising.

#dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd x reader #fe3h #not sfw #fire emblem three houses #i am a rope bunny 100% feed me

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fiction-box · 11 months

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Dimitri x F!Reader: Kidnapped Together

This one turned out longer, but I think I was able to communicate everything from the previous ask a bit better (go check it out if you like this one!). The stakes are a bit higher, I had some fun playing around in my head, and this is what came out for you. Enjoy!

Requests are open. The story will continue under the cut.

Dimitri:

“...-tay away from her…”

Voices faded in and out of your head. Of your ears? You weren’t sure if what you were hearing was even real.

“...-ust trying to get her….-et us throu-”

“You have done enough! Stay back!”

That got you up. Your eyes fluttered open, glancing around the room while you shifted into a seated position. The walls were made of brick, but you couldn’t see the door from the three people crowding into the small room. Prince Dimitri stood between you and the strangers.

You moved to stand, but were held down by the chains keeping your wrists close to the floor.

At the rattling you made, Dimitri turned his head ever so slightly to check on you, “Stay down. You mustn't strain yourself.”

“...what?”

“She won’t need to if you just let us tend to-”

“You caused this,” he growled. “I am not so delusional as to allow you to make it worse.”

“Can I please know what’s going on?” you worried, realizing all this directly concerned you.

“Just…stay close to the ground,” he softened his voice a bit to address you. “They hit you on the back of the head while we were hunting in the woods, then used you as leverage to get the upper hand on me.”

A woman in armor gripping a lance approached, trying to take advantage of the apparent distraction. Catching on quickly, Dimitri squared up to her. The lancer’s brows lowered as she backed down again.

“If she bleeds out, know it will only be because you allowed her to.”

You gasped, bringing a hand toward the back of your head before the chains restricted you from doing so, “W-Wait, I’m bleeding out?”

“No, it will be because you chose to attack us. Look at yourselves; you can’t even control your prisoners.”

“We never meant-”

Your classmate cut her off, “But you did. And the only way you could make it right is to either heal her or let us go.”

“You’re not letting us heal her,” the fortress knight closest to the door barked.

“I wonder what option that leaves for you.”

Dimitri was holding himself with all the power and authority of a royal despite the circumstances. It would normally have you in awe, but you were struggling to focus on anything except the possibility that you were a sitting duck in critical condition.

The good news was that he was clearly getting under their skin. Your captors seemed to value both of your lives for some reason; not just the prince’s.

Unfortunately, yours was the life being gambled, and you were on a strict time limit. Dimitri could only call their bluff for so long before they’d have to make a decision. While the daughter of a noble was a decent bargaining chip, you weren’t quite sure how far your captors would be willing to go to keep you upright.

Maybe they’d wait for you to pass out, forcing Dimitri into a final decision.

Perhaps your fate would be decided only after you fell unconscious.

But for now, you said nothing. If you let these…rogues…in on how much you wanted help, they would certainly use your words against Dimitri. Then what would you have to keep yourself safe? No doubt they’d separate you.

“Step. Aside.”

“Then what? You two can’t escape while she’s chained to the floor.”

“That never stopped me.”

Indeed, the cuffs of a different set of chains were still bound to Dimitri’s wrists. He must have broken his own at some point before you woke up.

The fortress knight stepped forward this time, holding out his lance as the witch next to him primed her magic. Fire, from the looks of it.

“Pathetic. Do you really think you can stop me?”

You had never seen this side of Dimitri before. He was acting a bit more…well, scary wasn’t the proper word. Authoritarian wasn’t either. In all honesty, you weren’t quite sure how you felt about it.

Not that it mattered. At the end of the day, he was getting you out of here.

Suddenly the world spun. You were caught by surprise, but you couldn’t steady your head with your hands. The most you could make of the skirmish in front of you was bright colors and blurred lines. You wanted to throw up, yet you felt like there was nothing to get rid of. Plus, it would only worsen your headache.

On instinct, you tried to balance yourself; to stop yourself from falling over. Since you weren’t actually off-centered, the endeavor didn’t go so well, and you struggled to regain control of your body before you could hit the floor.

When you set your hand on the ground beside you to steady yourself, blood dripped onto it.

Was this a good time to ask for help?

…more help?

Looking up as your sight came back to you, you realized you had no idea where you were. There were bodies on the ground, drops of blood spattered around them. They matched the beads trickling down your hand.

Prince Dimitri was at your side, tearing through the chains at your wrists.

“Where are we?” you asked him, glancing back at the people motionless on the floor. “D-Did I do this?”

“What? No, you’ve been stuck here on the fl-” his voice quieted, “By the Goddess, no…”

His hand moved to your face, angling it toward him until you had nowhere else to look but into his eyes. After a moment, the action had made you somewhat dizzy.

You recoiled a bit, “Wh- You’re acting strange…”

He turned his head away, sighing lightly as he broke your other shackle off. Arms now free, you moved to stand before he stopped you.

“Your eyes…we need to get you out of here.”

“Okay, so let’s go.”

“No,” he again prevented you from getting up. “No large movements…I need to find a way to get you out of here safely.”

Glancing around the room once again, you couldn’t identify any living threats to your survival, “There must be something I’m not getting. Where are we? It doesn’t look like we’re in any direct danger; nothing is stopping us from leaving.”

He rose to his feet, watching to make sure you stayed down, “I don’t know where we are…some ruffian camp by the monastery- but I know the way back. They kept me conscious during the walk.”

“...that’s an odd way of phrasing it…”

“Yes, well. I won’t be doing much more of that. The important thing is getting you out of here as efficiently as possible. That means without you…moving…y……d…t…m…ch.”

You ducked your head as you felt it throb, staring at the floor and trying even just to breathe. In and out. You were in trouble, you knew that much, but you just couldn’t…

…if…if you could just…focus…

Vaguely, you registered hands at your arms. They shifted; one to your waist, one to your back, an arm to your head, and you suddenly couldn’t feel the ground anymore.

“...I…”

“Please, try not to move. I’m going to get you out of here.”

…out…of here…?

“Put your head down. I will keep you safe.”

That voice…it sounded so familiar…

They sounded so calm and comforting, so easy to trust, you found it hard to think of disobeying. How easy it was to rest, to ignore everything and rest your head.

But the feeling of dread wouldn’t go away.

“...I feel…bad…”

“I know,” he said. The voice was male, “Just hang on a bit longer. Does that sound manageable?”

It wasn’t. It sounded easy enough, but the darkness that engulfed you afterward said otherwise.

~~~~

“Dimitri!”

His head shot up from the side of your medical bed as he startled awake.

“What? Is something the matter?”

But once his eyes adjusted, it didn’t look like there was much on your mind except confusion; as though you had called out to him from some dream you had, or perhaps you had been reliving past events. You were just staring at the bookshelf across from you, dumbfounded.

“How…? But I thought-”

“Easy,” he lightly set his hand atop yours. “We’re safe now. This is Manuela’s study.”

“Oh…” you commented. “I only remember a few things, I think. I was hit on the head…there was blood and a prison of sorts…and then nothing.”

“We were attacked by some band of scum after we left to hunt for the monastery,” Dimitri frowned. “They tried to hold you over my head and capture us both…and I’ll admit they got away with it for longer than I’m proud of.”

You looked worried, though he assured you everything turned out fine. The two of you had returned to safety, after all, and you looked relieved to hear it.

“I managed to bring you back without running into trouble, but…”

He felt his face begin to warm, his eyes finding a spot on the far wall; anything to keep himself from making eye contact with you.

“...you said a few things on the way.”

“What…what do you mean?”

“You kept fading in and out- surely, some of it was coming out of your head. I…I don’t want it to-”

“Your Highness, what did I say?”

“Ah, erm…” the hand he was resting on yours flew to the back of his neck. His face was burning now, but he’d only be more embarrassed if he tried to hide it, “Please, don’t call me that right now…”

At least you seemed to be back in good health. Manuela had gathered quite the posse to care for you, but he had pulled rank and refused to leave until you were awake. This was his fault, at least partially, and he would see it through.

His position as the Kingdom’s heir certainly had its uses.

“...you’re scaring me. Please, just tell me what I said,” you looked down at the thin white sheet covering your legs, your body rigid and still, “I hope it wasn’t a mean thing.”

“N-No,” he rushed to assure you. Goddess, why was this so difficult to say when you were the one that said it in the first place?

He felt your eyes trying to connect with his own, “Then…what?”

“You…said you loved me.”

One of your hands flew to cover your face as it tinted scarlet, prompting his own face to turn a similar hue, he was sure.

“And I know! I knew you had suffered head trauma- I wouldn’t have even given a second thought to it…but you began saying all these other things. You called me kind and courageous, chivalrous and determined…”

With each of his words, you seemed to grow more and more…well, whatever it was your eyes were expressing through your fingers, it was making him grow nervous.

“I…If it is okay with you, that is…I would like to know if you truly thought those things about myself…?”

Please say yes. Please say yes. If only you were to say yes, maybe I-

“Of course,” you muttered, letting your hand lower as your gaze directed toward it, “How could I not? Especially after the tendrils of what little I could remember coming back to me, I…”

He said nothing, hoping you would find it in you to continue your praise of him. Perhaps it was a little underhanded, but he found he liked hearing you speak of him in such a way.

“You’re brave- you protected me when I couldn’t defend myself. I remember you were patient with me when…when my condition worsened-“

You cut yourself off after accidentally meeting his eyes, as though you had just begun to realize what it was you were saying.

Should he say something too? To make it less awkward?

“I find you attractive too.”

Wait.

“What?”

What?!

“N-No, that’s not what I meant. I, well, I do find you attractive, but I was trying to refer to your actions and your personality. Not that I…don’t find you physically attractive as well, but-“

“Just…say whatever it is you need and leave? I think I’ve had enough of everything, today.”

His heart clenched a little, at that. That wasn’t what he had meant to say at all, and now it sounded like you didn’t even want to look at him.

Why was it that he had to ruin this when it was so close to going right?

“That came out wrong,” the leader of the Blue Lions sighed, “It’s because of your determination and strength that I have come to understand the only limitations of life are the ones I place upon myself. You are loyal, honest, and true to yourself; even if that means going against those around you.”

There. That was closer to what he truly felt. He wasn’t sure he could manage to say much more without messing everything up again, so he opted to just close his mouth and wait.

You looked brighter though; almost like Dimitri hadn’t just ruined whatever your relationship was not but two minutes ago. That was what truly mattered, he supposed. You had gone through hell today, and the least he could do was try to make the end of your day better.

“I…perhaps you had better get more rest. I will retrieve Professor Manuela for you,” he stood, turning back to you one last time, “Get well soon, and don’t hesitate to ask if you need anything.”

You responded with a simple wave.

Dimitri shut the door behind him, taking a few steps down the hall before leaning against the wall. He covered his face with one hand. His heart was racing too fast. The prince took a deep breath only to let it out a moment later.

Honestly, today had made him feel sick with the amount of emotions swirling around in his chest. There was so much fear- both of you would have been ransomed or worse if your captors had been a little smarter, and you had nearly…

The blond shook his head. He knew fear, and that was definitely part of what he felt, but for some reason it had created an amalgamation with his…well…attraction to you. The words you had exchanged mere moments ago certainly didn’t help, and he had held you so close on the way back to the monastery that it was a miracle he was still functioning.

Shifting off the wall, he rushed out of the hallway and down the stairs to find Professor Manuela. You needed help first, even if he didn’t want to wait to talk to you again.

He’d see you when you were better, and though maybe you’d forget your conversation, at least now he knew something about how you felt.

Perhaps there existed some hope for him after all.

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