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Dimitri with a pregnant Byleth who's feeling super clingy 🥺 like, notices as soon as he gets up from bed, wants to cuddle with him even when they're seated for dinner, always clinging onto his arm when they walk 🥰 she just love husband...
(This was such a cute one!! I had to write it as quick as possible ;;;)
He was starting to notice a strange pattern in the days since you announced your pregnancy. You were still as quiet, calm and reserved as ever, but something notable had changed.
You did not seem capable of leaving his side.
Dimtri would wake up before dawn, always careful not to rouse you since your day would always start a little later than his. But even in his stealthy attempts to ease from the bed, your arms would wrap around his waist and prevent him from moving any further.
“Must you go so early…?” You mumbled into his nightshirt, nuzzling into his back. Dimitri blushed, startled by the sudden onslaught of affection so early in the morning. But he nodded and smiled softly, covering your hands with his.
“I wish I could stay with you, Beloved. But I cannot; I must maintain my strict schedule, at least for today.”
“Can you alter it later so that you can spend a little more time with me?”
“Do you feel I spend an inadequate amount of time with you?” He paused, turning to look back at you when you slowly slipped away.
Your expression was unreadable, but if he didn’t know any better…there was a pout on you rlips.
“I…just want to spend more time with you.” You managed to mumble,. It took all of Dimitri’s will not to give in and stay right then and there.
“I shall make the neessary arrangements so that we can have more time togehter, than apart. I know we both have unforgiving schedules, but given the current circumstance, I’m sure we can convince our handlers to be a little generous.”
“I would like that,” You smiled up at him, taking Dimitri’s hands into yours. “Will you come back once you finish training?”
“I shall return just as you awaken, again.” He promised, “So please, rest easy. Your body needs it.” He kissed you then, soft and swe. He couldn’t help it; you were positively adorablke!
But sure enough, the cuteness wouldn’t end there.
No, ever since the pregnancy rstarted to become more and more visible, you were spending more and more time with him.
If Dimitri had a meeting, you were present. If he needed to be somewhere for some inane thing in the village, you would acaccompany despite Seteth’s many protests.
In the mess hall, your hand was squeezing his tightly below the table; and on your walks in the gardens and hte courtyard o the monastery, you were resting your head on his arm, your own wrapped tight around his bicep.
It seemed impossible for you to detach from your husband.
Dimitri wasn’t the only one who noticed, of course; the other Lions had started to see it, too. Sylvain was the first one brave enough to mention it, once the king escorted the Bishop-Queen from their counsel meeting for some much-needed bed rest.
“Soo…the Professor seems to be in a strange mood, lately.”
“Well, she’s starting to really show now, isn’t she? It must be the pregnancy that’s affecting her behavior.” Annette figured, watching as the happy couple continued on their diwb tge cirridor. ‘I know tha tpregnancy hormones can have a big impact on having a child. Maybe Byleth becoming more adorable is part of that!”
“Don’t you think it’s a little weird? I don’t think I’ve seen them so much as hold hands in the last two years.” Sylvain insisted. Mercedes simply shrugged, a warm smile on her lips.
“It might be any number of things. Pregnancy hormones have a notable impact on the body and mind; not to mention that she may feel insecure undergoing susch a serious life change. Can you imagine what it must feel like, to go from being an independent mercenary to the queen of a country, and archbishop of a continent. An dnow, she’s an expecting mother, too?”
“Well, when you put it like that…” Sylvain sighed, “No wonder she’s feeling a little clingy.”
“You’re just jealous she’s not snuggling with you.” Ingrid rolled her eyes, “Now enough chittering about the Professor. The least we can do is afford them some grace and respect while they navigate this….new dynamic.”
“So considerate of you, Ingrid,” Annette giggled, garnering a soft blush from the knight.
I the maentime, Dimitri was practically floating in the air, his arm was linked with yours, your head rested on his shoulder, and you were enjoying the sights and sounds of the monastery courtyard in the blissful glow of sunset.
It was like a dream.
“How are you feeling, BeloveD?” He asked in that gentle, warm voice that made you feel soft and safe.
You nodded, resting a hand on your baby bump.
“I feel a little bit hungry, but…I don’t want to move from this spot for a while. It’s beautiful.”
“Shall I go and fetch you something from the mess hall? You needn’t lt yourself be hungry just to satisfy stay in my company. I’d rather you feel full than otherwise while you’re still going through changes.”
“I’m only a little hungry.” You insisted, “Nothing to worry over. I just want to stay with you a while…then we can go eat.”
“Very well. If that is what you wish.” He kissed the top of your head, prompting you to snuggle closer to him. The slight chill in the air nipped at your noses. He draped his cape over your shoulders, drawing you into him as much as possible.
“Please tell me if it’s too cold. We will go inside right away.”
“And risk losing thi stime together? Not a chance.” You shoook your head, “If we go back inside, someone will snatch hyou away for some important thing. I want to stay here as long as possible.”
“You know…I can order them away if they’re truly too demanding of my time, dearest.” Dimitri offered, but you shook your head.
“No…because then it’d seem like you’re shirking your duties. Social convention is so exhausting.” You huffed, making him chuckle.
“Is that why you’ve been staying so close? To try and balance the expectation of being a prominent figure with wanting to be with me?”
“Perhaps. I just…miss you. I wish we could spend time like this together, always. Especially with the baby on the way.” you added, looking down at your belly.
Dimitri looked at you fully, finding the slightest pout on your lips.
“My love?”
“I just…I just want to be a husband and wife for a moment. A little family; no titles or expectations or…anybody else. Just us. Is that selfish?”
“I suppose when you consider our positions, it’s difficult to be selfish. I do not fault you for wishing to be a little indulgent right now.”
You sighed heavily, “It’s going to get worse once the baby is here. We’ll have to divide our time even further, betwen our duties, each other, and the child.”
“We will make time.” He assured you, tightening the cape around you when another chill blew through the garden.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to raise the baby without being present. My father was always there…I feel it would be wrong not to do the same for my child.”
“It will be a challenge.” He murmured, “And I worry I may not be as capable a parent as your father was. But it is a challenge we will face together…which I believe we will be able to overcome.”
“Really?” You looked up at him so hopefully, it made his heart skip a beat. He beamed at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“Of course. I will have to convince some royal council members, and I’m sure the Prime Minister will have some thoughts on the matter.” Dimitri thought aloud, already anticipating Seteth’s displeasure at the thought of the Archbishop spending less time doing her duties.
“So long as we can spend as much time as possible with them…that’s what I want. I want to be with you.”
His gaze softened at your quiet confession. You were so terribly lovely. How he was able to find his way into your heart would forever elude him.
He cupped your face tenderly, unabel to resist kissing you fully and sweetly.
“I wish to spend every second with you as well, Beloved. And once our child is born, I will feel the very same about them.”
“I’m glad.” You smiled, squeezing his hands when they fell from your cheeks. “Until then, will you…keep indulging me?”
He laughed, drawing you back into his warm embrace.
“I shall not leave your side until you cannot stand me any longer! I promise.”
The two of you remained in the courtyard a while longer, wrapped in each other’s arms and relishing the soft moment as a precious memory.
At least until your stomach growled…then Dimitri gladly escorted you to the mess hall (where you held hands the entire time, much to the chagrin of Felix, who had to sit next to you).
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Celebratory Drinks & Fleeting Embraces Master List
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3.1, 3.2, 3.3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7.1 & 7.2, 7.3 & Epilogue
Completed April 2024!
18+ Series Fiction Jake X fem reader (reader insert) My first full length fic for reader insert. Yikes.
Summary: A night of celebration has you crossing paths with Jake during the era of the Black Smoke Rising EP release. You have just graduated with your Masters and you are officially on your way. Jake helps you to celebrate that night with an endearing one night stand. What should have ended on that special night turns into a winding path that crosses decades, relationships and fleeting embraces with the man that haunts your dreams.
Content Warnings: Adult situations, adult relationships, all sorts of sexual encounters, both protected and unprotected sex. Warnings will be present on each posting. Silver Fox Jake (just putting it out there!)
A huge thank you to @edgingthedarkness and @takenbythemadness for weeks and weeks of listening to me whine about this, for their big bad assed beta skills, and their input. Love and kisses to you both. 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘
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Hello! I would like to request F!Reader x Felix
It is the Winter Ball. One of them is weary of the dancing, the crowds and the merriment and decides to take refuge in the Training Grounds - only to find that the other had the exact same idea. They decide to do something that's more fun than dancing - a sparring match. Bonus points if reader is wearing a fancy gown the whole time.
Whenever your time allows - thank you in advance!
You are very welcome, and I would like to thank you for being respectful of my time.
I seem to be on a roll with these longer stories. I don't know why - more ideas just keep pouring into my head, and of course I want to do every conflict justice.
Thank you for giving me freedom with perspective! I wanted to write something from the view of Felix since I had yet to truly write for him.
Requests are open. The story will continue under the cut.
You stood by yourself on the sidelines of the great hall, your purple dress sparkling against the downward lighting of the chandeliers. There was nothing particularly interesting about you right now; you simply surveyed the dancers on the checkered floor. Dimitri led Mercedes through an elegant twirl, Ingrid talked Ashe through the steps of the waltz, Annette and Sylvain engaged in a heated discussion over something that probably wouldn’t matter in about fifteen minutes…
…and Felix was staring at you.
The swordsman had refused to do any more than the bare minimum for the ball. That meant that despite his suit - one required by the Archbishop’s insipid dress code - his hair remained up off his neck, and his back pressed against the wall.
Dorothea had been making eyes at him from across the room for the past three minutes now. Felix told himself that was the reason he kept staring at you. If he and the songstress never made eye contact, she wouldn’t do anything stupid. Besides, she didn’t seem interested in asking anyone to dance; the brunette would only be accepting such invitations tonight.
Why the hell did he even care?
He didn’t, but he followed your line of sight to Dimitri. The boar switched partners to lead Hilda around the floor, an exchange initiated by the up-tempo of the cello and Mercedes’ apparent request for a break.
Why the hell did you even care?
…did you-?
“Jeez Felix, you’re so obvious.”
Sylvain.
“Trying to find the courage to ask her to dance?” the redhead teased. “I could help you out, you know. I’ve heard I’m an excellent wingman.”
“Do I look like I’m interested in moving right now? And since when have you ever helped anyone but yourself?”
“Ouch. I mean, you’re certainly not helping yourself- your suit coat will get wrinkled if you keep leaning against the wall like that.”
“As if I care!” Felix pushed off the wall to contest Sylvain at his full height. He did care. “There’s no point in this - we shouldn’t even be having a ball right now.”
“No- No- No- Hey look, no sweat, okay?” Sylvain verbally backpedaled, putting an arm around his friend’s shoulder to guide him toward the refreshments. Subtly, he ran his hand along the wrinkles of his coat to smooth them out as they walked, “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but soirées like these don’t happen very often.”
“So?”
“So, you have just as good a reason to be here as everyone else in this room. You can wait however long you want before asking anyone you want to dance, but it’s pretty frowned upon to return to a party once you leave, you know?”
The heir of Gautier knew him too well. Nonetheless, he did make a good point. There was no need to rush to be flustered - he probably had an hour before the final dance of the night.
A drink found his hand, and the two nobles took up a space several paces away from the table. Felix couldn’t stop his eyes from searching for your shimmering gown.
You were still standing alone, still watching the dancers.
At least your eyes weren’t fixed on the boar this time. The son of Count Gloucester glided a blue-haired lady across the floor, her dress trumpeting as he gracefully led her back and forth. Your attention followed their sweeping motions.
Maybe you really did just want to dance.
His classmate’s hand came to rest on his shoulder again, “I’m just saying, you hate to see it, Felix. A beautiful girl like that, standing all by herself. You better make a move before someone else does - or before I take too much pity on her and ask her myself.”
He had called you a girl, “Stay away from her.”
“I’ll put in a good word for you, kay?”
But he headed the opposite direction. The bluenette watched him connect with a pouting Dorothea, immediately starting some banter he was sure he couldn’t care less about.
Felix found himself growing impatient, despite everything his friend said moments ago. If he was going to do this, he might as well get it over with now. That way the two of you would either get as much time as possible to spend together, or he could end his attendance at this event because the one reason for which he cared to stay wanted nothing to do with him.
Only, there was no place to put his drink.
Since you were standing by the southern entrance, and he loitered near the drinks at the western wall, you could see him out of your peripheral. That meant you could catch him too easily if he were to look at you again. Not that it wasn’t already considered rude to stare.
Taking a sip of the cool, vanilla drink, his mind began to think it through a bit. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing to make eye contact. It would give him an excuse to approach you.
And another thing - although you hadn’t been alone the whole ball, you hadn’t been approached by any men, either. Even working to put his bias out of the way, you were objectively attractive. It didn’t-
Goddess, and you belonged to a house in the kingdom, too. A young, available, attractive noblewoman standing by herself at - judging the crowd - the largest social event of the season.
A mumbled ‘What the hell…?’ parted his lips as he surveyed the room again. He might actually understand Sylvain, for once. Logically, this whole scenario didn’t connect.
Finally finishing his drink and handing off the glass, he found it in himself to turn to face you.
You were not there.
His heart skipped a beat before his gaze scanned the dance floor for your dress, your hair, anything. Upon coming up empty, his mind shoved one thought to the front of his mind.
You left the ball.
Again, why? There were too many important people here for you to just up and leave. You hadn’t tried to mingle this whole time, content with simply watching everyone else twirl about the floor. Then, the moment he became too preoccupied with his drink and with Sylvain to pay attention, you vanished.
In light of recent events, it looked like Felix was about to copy you.
With no further reason to stay, he tried not to make a show of striding to the southern entrance. The last thing he wanted was for someone to chase him out or call him back in, especially if that person had red hair or…or connections to the Mittelfrank Opera Company.
His feet instinctively wound the path to the training grounds. He needed to blow off some steam and get out of his head so he could get some proper rest tonight. Even so, if his mind wouldn’t relent, he would work his body so hard that he’d sleep as soon as he finished bathing himself.
Music trailed him, but it couldn’t compete with the creak of the doors to the training grounds. Once the door shut behind him, Felix was well and truly alone. The notes of the orchestral violins couldn’t penetrate the thick wood and metal, and no one else had any reason to come here tonight.
Still, his actions quickly caught up with him. What was he doing here? Why did it feel like he was running away?
Get a grip.
He wasn’t running away, he just wasn’t wasting time, either. Heading to the rack, Felix grabbed a steel sword. It didn’t matter which one, so long as it was heavy.
The sand of the center pit caved beneath his feet. There was no need for a training dummy to warm up. Routinely, Felix swung the sword over his head. His arms needed to be steady even while his attacks retained momentum and strength.
…10…11…12…
Any time a thought of the ball wormed its way into his head, Felix would shove it out. No point in dwelling on his failure to act - the two of you were far too young for anything serious to happen. No need to worry about Sylvain finding you - after what he said earlier, there was no way he would leave all the other ladies in that room for the one he knew Felix was interested in. He knew Sylvain that well, at least.
…57…58…59…
Why the hell wasn’t this working? Usually he could focus on this. This one thing that belonged to him, that he had done endlessly before that insufferable ball, and that he would continue to endlessly pursue after it. His training should belong to him! This was supposed to be how he grounded himself.
Felix was having a very difficult nig-
The doors to the entrance groaned, a delicate piano solo floating in through the opening as the moonlight guided a figure into the facility.
Upon recognition of the shimmer of your gown, the swordsman lowered the weapon from above his head.
…82…?
Thoughtful of the ongoing formal, you pivoted around the door, slowly and mindfully closing it in an apparent attempt to make as little noise as possible. Finally, you exhaled and turned to the center of the grounds.
“Oh- I- Sorry! Sorry, I’ll go.”
But your eyes hadn’t adjusted to the light of the torches from the darkness outside, so your eyelashes fluttered as you reached past the door.
“No need,” Felix frowned. “You chose to come here, I don’t own the place.”
“Wait, Felix?” you marveled, turning back around only to blink against the light again. “I didn’t recognize you. I thought you were someone on maintenance.”
What. “What kind of maintenance staff wears a suit?”
“I didn’t get a good look, okay?” you defended, your eyes finally staying open and guiding you to where he currently stood.
Being this close to you now…it felt strange. Your makeup had been expertly applied, supposedly with help from Mercedes and Annette, the tailoring of your dress was much more obvious…
“But why are you here? You’re dressed for the ball, and I remember seeing you when I walked in.”
“You first,” he countered. “What did you think you were going to accomplish here in an evening gown?”
That caught you off guard. Your eyes found a spot on the ground beside you before trailing to the wall.
“I don’t know. I didn’t really have a plan. I’m not even sure why I’m here - I just feel like I’m supposed to be.”
His eyes narrowed, “What, are you trying to trick me into thinking this was fated or something?”
Your gaze drew back to him, confusion etched across your face.
“What?”
“Sylvain must have said something to you then, is that it?”
But you only looked more lost than you did before, “I’m sorry, I don’t follow. Sylvain and I haven’t spoken since…” your line of sight shifted above his head and slightly to the side, “…two days ago…? Professor Byleth puts us on stable duty every few days.”
The bluenette’s knuckles turned white as he clenched the hilt of his sword. Sylvain never said anything about this. Felix had no clue you were spending so much time together.
“Forget it,” he insisted, “you’re here, so we might as well do something productive. Spar with me.”
“In an evening gown? You practically said it yourself, I can’t do anything wearing this.”
Goddess save him, he did not know how to handle this situation. In terms of guiding the conversation, he did not think this through. There didn't seem to be a way for him to keep changing the subject or coming up with an idea for you to stay here, either.
All his defense mechanisms were failing, and he was becoming frustrated.
“Okay, your turn,” you crossed your arms, saving him for a moment. “Why did you leave the ball to come here?”
“There wasn’t a reason for me to stay, anymore.”
Some of the light in your eyes dimmed, just enough for him to catch it happening. Just enough to make him wonder why.
“Hang on,” he recovered, “you know I left to come here.”
“That’s not a question,” you affirmed.
“But you didn’t leave to come here. So why weren’t you at the ball?”
Your brows furrowed slightly, “I was at the ball-“
“No, you left before I did,” he asserted. “What were you doing in the time before you arrived here?”
Perhaps he was revealing too much. It shouldn’t matter anyway, and a normal person wouldn’t care this much. Even so, if you wanted to say you were just “called to be here”, he could reasonably contest that any information was up for grabs.
The way you stared at him had a way of making his neck warm. It was like you thought the answers were hidden in his eyes, your gaze focused as you supposedly retraced your night.
“Well, I did leave the ball for a little bit…” you recalled slowly.
After allowing you a moment, he pressed a bit, “Why?”
“Oh- Well, um…I needed to use the ladies’ room? At least, that’s the only other time I can remember leaving.”
The ladies’ room…?
Goddess, he was such a fool.
It was his turn to turn his head to the side, “I see.”
If his eyes could have burned the sand, the whole pit would be glass right now.
His thoughts were quickly interrupted. Out of the corner of his eye, Felix noticed you slipping off your shoes.
“What are you doing?”
“Well,” you started, kicking the raised flats to the side before picking up a training lance from where someone had discarded it, “this dress doesn’t have sleeves, and I figured that if I took my shoes off, it would be easier to move. The slit up my leg should keep me mobile enough, so long as I don’t have to run.”
Damn, you were actually going to do this.
You lowered into a fighting stance upon returning to the pit opposite him. A smile lighting up your face.
“The sand feels so weird. It makes me wonder if this is what the beach feels like.”
But the two of you lived in Faerghus your whole lives, so he couldn’t tell you.
“Don’t think I’ll go easy on you just because you’re dressed differently.”
“Right, then let’s get started.”
You looked prepared to assume the defensive position; a smart move, considering that too much movement might mean you would slip on the long fabric of your clothing.
Felix far from opposed. He was used to being the offense, anyway.
Placing one foot in front of the other, he crossed the grounds and held his sword up to strike. Quick and easy - the point would go to him before you could even-
Your eyes widened, “Felix, wait! Don’t-!”
He hadn’t registered your words fast enough to stop himself. Intuitively, you held your lance up to defend yourself, and that’s when Felix realized what you were so worried about.
The weapon he was using wasn’t meant for sparring.
Breaking above your head, the wooden pole of your lance gave in. Felix stumbled forward, fighting for his balance as you rolled to the side in an attempt to protect your head.
He hissed, cursing himself for making such an amateur (and deadly) mistake, “Damn, my bad.”
“Goddess,” he heard you breathe, your eyes wide from your position on the ground, “I thought I was about to die.”
That was a thought. His eagerness to train and avoid an awkward encounter with you nearly...well, it wouldn’t have been pretty.
Leaving you to get yourself up, he moved to trade the steel sword for a wooden one. The noble also elected to take off his blazer and leave it behind, giving his arms better range of motion.
Turning back around, he noticed you were still struggling to rise to your feet.
“Seriously? It can’t be that hard.”
But just watching you made him want to take it back. The sand had become uneven from when you dodged toward the ground, and your dress kept finding its way under your feet whenever you tried to stand. Whenever you pooled the fabric out of the way in one area, it only gathered in another to slide under you. Not to mention that after so much struggle, the yellow grains were all over your skin and gown. It looked uncomfortable, at best.
Frowning, Felix approached, “Hang on.”
With your consent, he placed his hands at your waist and lifted you to the point you could stand again. You thanked him, a light flush on your cheeks that he tried not to think too hard about.
“I’d say that was embarrassing,” you started, “but considering I very nearly earned a trip to Manuela a moment ago, I don’t think I should care.”
“Sorry about that.”
“Nothing bad came of it, so I don’t mind. Still, you should work on your etiquette.”
The swordsman raised a brow, “Excuse me?”
“You left me to fend for myself in the sand for two minutes while you went to exchange your sword and take off your coat. It’s like I’m not even here,” you teased, approaching the training racks. “And then not only did you prioritize your sword over helping me, but you couldn’t even grab me a new lance.”
“I’m here to fight, nothing else. If you have a problem with that, no one’s forcing you to stay.”
In all fairness, you were right. He was too wrapped up in being with you to register that he was about to hurt you, and then he was too worried about how he almost hurt you to remember to help you back up again.
Why was he so bad at this?
Thankfully, you seemed to ignore the more bitter parts of his previous statement and took it for what it was - a proposition to rematch.
You found your places opposite one another, preparing for a genuine spar. Felix watched you sink into your defensive position again, nodding to confirm you were ready.
This time when he charged, his sword remained in a lower position. He wanted to slice upwards, reading your potential roll to the side while still being ready to follow up swiftly.
The moment he brought the sword up into you, you pivoted and thrust the lance forward. It would have technically impaled him, but you were courteous enough (and skilled enough) to angle the weapon so it slid against his side instead.
Felix halted the momentum of his arms, bringing them down slowly and preventing the hit he would have landed on you.
“That one goes to you.”
Switching sides with you, the second son ran his hand along his side. A warmup, nothing more. You wouldn’t go down easy, and neither would he.
You were once again prepared, and Felix signaled that the second round had begun, but he did not rush forward. If you wanted to hit him, you would need to put yourself at risk.
It didn’t take long for you to catch on, though you make a point to approach at a casual walk.
“Are you serious?”
“Are you? You think I’m foolish enough to run at you after I couldn’t stand on my own? If you wanted to go fast, you should have taken up offense again.”
Once you were close enough, you suddenly lunged twice and brought your lance down and across his body. Felix lept back before charging forward, but you came in with a block.
You held strong against his resistance, but your feet couldn’t find a proper stance thanks to your limited range of motion. He probably had your fear of slipping on the fabric again to thank, as well.
Deliberately, Felix stepped on your dress.
A gasp parted your lips as the heels of your feet slid forward. You fell backward only for Felix to step forward and catch you, one arm around your back, one hand holding his sword to your throat.
“Th-that’s not fair, and you know it,” you protested, breaths quickened from the adrenaline of almost falling.
“You chose to come fight in this. You think your opponent is going to care how you’re dressed?”
After a moment, you relented, “Fine, you win this one.”
Usually, Felix would be okay with the “whatever means necessary” ideology. When it came to you, however, it only worried him. Did he really need you to have a disadvantage for him to win?
He lowered you to the ground before picking you up again, presuming you would take longer to regain your footing if he left you on the sand. You were set upright on your feet at the solid edge of the pit.
As he reached the other side of the sands, he noted that you still looked bitter - probably about the last point. Perhaps that could work in his favor.
However, even after several seconds, the emotion in your eyes didn’t go away. You appeared almost…insulted?
In the back of his mind, he retraced his steps. You yielded the point how you normally would, and you weren’t a sore loser. You appeared more baffled than anything when he had tripped you…
Shit.
Felix had completely manhandled you out of the training area.
And that would explain why you were simultaneously glaring daggers into him and scanning him up and down.
“Don’t worry, I’ll attack this time,” the bluenette managed. In fear of being wrong and coming off egotistical, that was probably the best apology he could give right now.
“Whenever you’re ready.”
No, you were decidedly not happy.
He approached, trying to build as much momentum as possible before choosing to open with a block. If you were looking to parry an attack, he would be left with an opening. If you were looking to block him too, he would likely knock you to the ground and gain the point.
Maybe then he could offer to help you up properly.
No, he needed to stay focused. He was training right now, not apologizing.
Effectively distracted, neither of his plans came to fruition as you reached out and grabbed his cravat, pulling it down and causing him to run past you.
“Wh-!”
A dull stab at his back shoved him out of bounds, taking away any chance he had at regaining his balance. He tumbled to the ground.
“You’ve been impaled, that’s mine.”
He wanted to be mad, but he was more shocked than anything. After all, he could hardly complain after doing a similar thing to you last round.
A hand in his peripheral offered to help him to his feet. Accepting it, he rose, picking his sword up off the ground.
At least that seemed to get everything out of your system, “Maybe you were right, we can’t really accomplish anything serious while we’re dressed like this.”
“It’s not like we…”
A song loud enough to be heard from within the training ground bounced against the walls. It caught him off guard, especially since he hadn’t been able to hear any music since you closed the doors earlier. Whatever they were playing now, the whole orchestra was involved.
“The last dance already?” your head turned to the entrance, as well. “There’s no way…”
“Did you promise someone a dance?” he guessed.
“Something like that,” you worried. “I told Annette and Mercedes that I would be sure to dance with at least someone tonight after all they did for me. I…kind of got carried away watching earlier, and then I got scared I would forget the moves, and then I left to come here.”
He didn’t know what to say, but there was no way you could go back now. Sand covered your slightly tousled hair, your gown, and he was sure it found its way into your shoes. Your cheeks were still somewhat red from earlier, and…
It was all his fault. He even stepped on your gown without thinking.
Goddess, he really needed to start using his head.
Tossing his sword into the sand, Felix took the lance from your hands and threw it aside too. Swiftly, he retrieved your shoes and placed them in front of you.
“Felix, there’s no way…” but you slid them on anyway, “…and the song already began. It will be over by the time I get there.”
Face unreadable, your classmate extended a hand to you. “Do you think it would count if we started now?”
“Wait, what? You…want to dance with me?”
“If you don’t want me to be your partner after everything that’s happened tonight, I’ll understand-“
You took his hand, placing your own on his shoulder and facing him completely, “You lead. I’m still not certain how this one goes.”
It was a lie. It must have been. The moment the pair of you felt the music together, you were off. The strings followed a simple waltz - an accessible dance that even most commoners could perform. An obvious choice for the last dance of the night.
He knew his frame to be stiff, but it didn’t matter. Especially not when you were so blatantly stealing the hypothetical show, swaying and leaning back as the two of you spun gracefully around an invisible point on the ground. Your arms barely ghosted his own.
In a rare moment, he wished his dance partner were less aware, less experienced. He wanted you to lean on him so he could lead you through the dance, but he knew that was not in your nature.
You were charming, assured, and independent. The dance belonged to you, so much so that he felt like a mere prop. He supposed that was how it went in the theatres Sylvain had always dragged him to in the past. The women stole the spotlight while the men were evaluated on how good they could make their partners look.
There was no doubt. You deserved a better partner.
“Hey,” his voice was unsure. It had been several measures since he last used it. “I…you shouldn’t be dancing with me.”
“What are you talking about?” you smiled, coming back to his chest and resuming your normal posture.
“I mean you should be in the great hall, dancing with someone that would actually do you justice,” he suddenly didn’t want to face you. “I feel like I took that away from you. I spend all my time here working with a sword - my last dancing lesson ended when I was twelve.”
He stopped himself, spinning you away before he could say too much. This was about you. You had missed what could have been one of the biggest days of your life. He pulled you back in and met your eyes. Felix missed an event he already planned on skipping.
“...it’s nice. I prefer it. This way it’s just us.”
“Just us?” he hoped you couldn’t hear his heartbeat.
“Oh- I only mean- I don’t have to worry about anyone staring at me because I don’t know the steps or anything.”
It was beginning to make him angry, if only because it made no sense, “Why do you keep saying that?”
You were caught off guard, slipping up for the first time tonight. Felix finally felt useful, steadying you enough to fall back into the orchestra’s rhythm.
“Well, it’s true, isn’t it?” you lowered your voice like you were telling him a secret. “That’s what my sister told me. She and everyone that visited the manor.”
Blinking a bit, you turned to the side, “I’m doing it wrong. My steps are too wide. My arms are too heavy. I must be repulsed by my partner if I’m leaning back that much. Those kinds of things.”
Your partner merely scoffed, “Jealous.”
He hadn’t meant for it to slip out, but he knew.
“They can’t do what you can. There are nobles all over Fodlan like that; people who don’t like being shown up. They’ll say anything to make you give up or feel bad about yourself, but they lack the ambition to do any better themselves.”
“You really think so?”
“Have you met anyone better at dancing than yourself?”
“Well, I…I’ve never seen myself dance before.”
“Then take my word for it. Show Professor Byleth if you doubt it, but just be prepared for her to demand a rematch for the Heron Cup.”
Honestly, Felix didn’t know why he was being so forward about this. It was just another unjust part of the world they were all tripping over themselves to fix, he supposed. Still, if dancers could be trained for the battlefield, he saw no reason for his house to settle on an amateur.
The piano slowed to play a few high notes and end the song on a major chord. Accordingly, the two of you came to a stop.
“Thank you,” you stepped away timidly, “for the dance…and…”
“I wasn’t trying to make you feel better. Manuela could teach you - you could do this on the battlefield much better than whoever actually won the competition.”
You hummed, probably pondering the thought.
Presuming it was time to head back before you both could be found and accused of something mindless, Felix picked up your weapons from where he had discarded them. He caught you brushing the sand off your skin and down your dress before he left to put the items away. The blazer he set aside earlier found its way to his back again, his cravat tucked in appropriately.
You waited across the hall to hold the door for him. Once you both walked through, it shut with a final thud, sealing away everything that happened in the training grounds that night.
He saw you talking to Professor Byleth after class the next day. Although he couldn’t hear what you were saying, some part of him hoped you chose to take his words to heart.
Perhaps it had been a good time to host a ball.
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The name's Griss, and I'm not the prisoner-taking type.
#fire emblem engage#griss#fe17#fe engage#when you call a fictional man a cutie patootie but he's a sadomasochist tattooed and pierced from head to toe 😩#not my fault piercings are attractive uwu
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Fire Emblem: If | Fire Emblem: Fates
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Lazward | Laslow/Marx | Xander
Characters: Lazward | Laslow, Marx | Xander, Lucina (Fire Emblem)
Additional Tags: Mention of Owain, casual sexism
Summary:
Inigo had put any thoughts of being a dancer behind him.
For Xanlow Midwinter Weekend
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Happy late anniversary to myself and alfonse!! Crazy to think I’ve been shipping with him since 2017 🥺💙💙
(💕 insert uses they/them pronouns. Reblogs are appreciated!
#sam shush#self shipping community#self ship community#self shipping#self ship#self insert#fictional other#self ship art#self ship anniversary#oc x canon#feh#fire emblem#fe alfonse#my art
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The Aliens are attacking the train. What are we going to do?
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it’s august 7th again
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Saying “I Love You.”
Summary: Dean Winchesters x Fe!Reader ~ The four times Dean Winchester said “I love you.” and the one time you meant it as something more.
FLUFF! FLUFF! FLUFF! (mentions of periods, kissing, falling in love and like, one swear word)
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The first time Dean Winchester told you he loved you, it was when he got back from Hell. Not straight away, though. It had been after a werewolf hunt. It had been pretty simple for this kind of hunt.
Sam was still inside the motel room, fast asleep. You knew Dean hadn’t been sleeping much since he got back, waking up with terror in his eyes. More than usual.
The morning had been cold, the icy mist and fog slowly settling across the fields across from them. The motel they found was in the middle of nowhere. Much like the pack had been.
Dean looked back, hearing the motel door open and close. You stepped out, your body wrapped in a pair of jeans, a long henley - one that, let’s be honest, probably belonged to one of the boys - a flannel (also their’s) and a thick woolen jumper along with a pair of boots on your feet.
“Hey,” you smiled. Your voice was quiet. The first word of the day.
Dean smiled seeing your hair, slightly messy from sleep. Your face was slowly growing in colour and your eyes were still showing tiredness.
“Hey,” Dean said back.
He was leaning against the Impala, watching the fog and mist across the grass, a cup of coffee in his hand. Dean didn’t really know how long he’d been up, but it was long enough for his coffee to be colder than it should have been.
“You weren’t in bed.”
You and Dean had shared a bed that night. Like every night. You had been hunting with him since Sam left for college. It was both your own solo hunt and Dean’s. You worked it together. You stuck together after that.
Neither of you really could remember why or how you both decided to stick together but it was better together than alone, so that was something.
Dean seemed to dodge the statement all together, reaching round behind him. “I got you coffee. It’s probably cold by now but-”
“Thank you,” you smiled. “I love it.”
Dean smiled back before taking a drink and looking back to the fog.
“You can talk to me, you know. I won’t tell Sam if you really don’t want me to.”
You could see the look in his eyes. Distant. Lost.
“Dean?”
You placed a gentle hand on his upper arm, and that was when he looked at you.
“I love you.” Dean blurted out, looking at you. No, not looking at you. Looking into you. Like his entire head was talking to you through telekenisis, letting you know about everything he wished he could say outloud.
“Not in the “I’m-madly-in-love-with-you.” way, so, you don’t have to look so worried.” Dean said with a small laugh. “I just...you’re my family. You and Sam. And, I love you.”
You gave him a light smile. He’d tell you when he’s ready.
“I love you, too.”
You placed a long kiss to his cheek before landing back on your feet.
“Next time you wanna leave in the middle of the night, at least leave me a blanket. You are my designated human heater.” You joked, finding a smile spread on Dean’s face.
“Sure.”
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The second time Dean Winchester told you he loved you was during a hunt. It was just a quick one. One that was so flippant that you didn’t even realise either of you had said it until Sam brought it up later that night while Dean was at a bar and you were left with Sam in the motel room.
You were, once again, pretending to be FBI agents. You were interviewing a couple of suspects and speaking to local police when you were given a lead. You would call Sam and search it out together whilst Dean stayed back at the Police Department so check out a few more things.
“Just, be careful?” Dean had asked you before you left the station.
You smiled and gave a nod. “I will.”
“Okay. I love you.”
“Love you, too.”
Other people who had heard around the station just gathered you were partners in both work and life so didn’t really question it. Sam, however...this had been the first time he’d heard it.
“So, what was all that about earlier?”
“What was all what?” You asked, your eyes not leaving the case files in front of you.
You had found Dean a few hours ago still at the sation in the back. The lead Detective, when you walked in, pointed you to the room.
“He’s been in there since you left.”
“Thanks.”
You walked in slowly. Dean was sat at a small desk, his tie off, his top buttons undone and his hair a little messy but in an attractive way. Not that you would tell him that. It would probably only boost his ego.
You had to basically drag him to the bar.
The last couple of weeks, Dean had been getting too far into the work. Hell, Sam was beginning to spend more and more time at a bar than researching. And his time at being at both hadn’t changed.
“All that before. The...I love you.” Sam smiled.
You thought back. “Oh. Oh, yeah. It’s just...what we said. We’re family. It’s normal.”
Sam gave a smirk. “The only time Dean has ever told me he loves me, to my face, in actual human words is when one of us is dying.”
You looked up to Sam across the room and smiled. “Well, maybe it’s about time we said ‘I love you’ without any of us dying. Sam, he didn’t mean nothing by it. Not in the way you’re thinking.”
Sam smiled. “I- I’m not thinking anything.”
“Yes, you are. And you can stop. We’re good friends, Sam. You and Dean...you’re my family.”
“Alright.”
“Stop.”
Sam couldn’t hide his smile. “Okay, okay. But, just tell me one thing?”
“What?” you asked.
“Will you make Cas wear a dress as Maid-of-Honour?”
You rolled your eyes and threw one of the library books at Sam’s head.
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The third time Dean Winchester said ‘I love you’ was in the afternoon not long after they found the Bunker.
Sam had gone on a run, Charlie was sat at the table typing away in her own little world and Dean was out on a beer run.
And yourself, you were stood in the kitchen cooking the first decent meal you’d all had in a long, long time.
“Hey!” Dean caught Charlie’s attention before he threw her a bag of chips.
“Oh, my god, you found them?!” Charlie smiled.
“Last in the store. You’re welcome. And for the chef for the evening,” Dean pulled out a bottle of orange soda. One they hadn’t sold in years. Not anywhere outside of your home town, anyway.
You smiled and took the bottle from him. “Aw-ww. Thank you. I can’t believe you found this.”
“Yeah, apparently they changed manufacturer a few years ago.”
“Well, thank you.” You jumped up and kissed his cheek before remembering you had something for him.
“Pie? You- You baked me a pie?” Dean asked as you lifted it from the counter.
“One fresh cherry pie. Just for you.”
“Just for-” Dean looked from the pie to you with a wide smile before he pulled you in for a tight hug. “Have I ever told you how much I love you? Because I do. So much. I love you, so, so much.”
You smiled and let out a laugh.
“Hey, I helped!” Charlie called out from the table before she scrambled out from the bench and over to both of you, joining the hug.
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The fourth time Dean Winchester told you he loved you, it had been much like second. It was just flippant. Said casually as if it came off his lips and tounge every single day. And, let’s be honest, it did.
He might not have said the words ‘I love you’, but he said them in other ways. In the ways he made you coffee in the morning. How, after a night of drinking, you didn’t even open your eyes as you walked into the kitchen and grabbed what you thought had been a coffee pot.
“Why does my coffee taste of apples?”
Dean was soon beside you. “That’s because it’s apple juice.” He took the cup from your hand and placed his own coffee mug in it’s place. “Here.” Dean had a soft smile on his lips as he watched you drink your coffee and visablely relax and leant against his chest as he stood beside you.
“Can you make the world stop spinning?”
“I would if I could, sweetheart.” Dean smiled.
It was in the ways he cleaned your guns when you got back from a hunt whilst you patched up Sam, not trusting the long-haired-moose to do it properly.
He said ‘I love you’ in the way he would let you hold his hand, make him sit down, and patch him up after you got back from a hunt and his mind had been elsewhere the entire time. It was in the ways he would cover you up late at night or how he’d walk you to bed and make sure you didn’t crash out in the hallway.
Dean Winchester said ‘I love you’ in the way that he would tell you what was going on in his head when you asked, whether that be verbally or silently with just one look. It was in the way he would look at you when you told him something or gave him something he needed when even he didn’t know he was in need of it.
You both knew each other like the back of your hand. And nothing would ever change that.
The fourth time Dean Winchester said the words ‘I love you’ was early one morning. You had been awake for about 20 minutes and he was going out on a quick store run.
“You need anything?” Dean asked you.
You looked around when suddenly, the two things you were looking for appeared in front of your face.
“Thanks.”
Dean smiled and nodded. You wrote him a list of items you needed, adding sanitary pads as the bottom of the list.
“Ooh, already?” Dean asked. He knew how painful your periods could get. There had been many times he’d washed your sheets whilst you got cleaned up in the bathroom.
He was a hunter. He’d seen a lot worse than monthly blood spilled onto sheets.
Those were the words he’d told you when you panicked and came back out of the bathroom and found him stripping your bed of your bloodied sheets.
You hummed in response.
“Okay.” Dean nodded. “You want me to pick you up some of that chocolate you like?”
“And potato chips!” You called out from where you had your head buried in your arms that lay folded on the table.
Dean nodded. “And potato chips. Okay. I’ll be back in 40 minutes. I love you.” Dean quickly kissed the top, his hands gently squeezing the top of your arms.
You mumbled back a response; “I love you, too.” but you were 30 seconds from falling asleep again.
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Finally, the fifth time Dean Winchester told you he loved you...it was also the first. The first time he said those words in a way unlike any other he had before. It was the first time he said those three little words that had such a bigger impact than you throught they would have.
Everything seemed to change a few months ago. One day everything had been fine, normal, familiar. And then...it all changed. It was like everytime Dean wanted and went to say those three little words, he couldn’t. He’d say nothing and just hug you or oddly nod before leaving the room as quick as he could.
Usually it was the latter.
You had thought over and over again about what could have happened, what could have been said but you couldn’t.
You had been in pain. Both from cramps and from the fact you got thrown backwards at warp-speed into a barn door not more than a few hours before hand.
“You okay? You need anything?” Dean asked as he walked into the library where he found you leaning against the table, your head down and eyes squeezed as tight as your hands were wrapped around the edge of the wooden table.
You hummed tightly and shook your head.
Dean waited a few moments, knowing the pain would pass just enough for you to be able to move.
“Okay, come on. You got your hot water bottle?”
You nodded. “In my room.”
“Then you go and get settled and I will make you some of that witch-tea that Rowena brought the last time she was here.”
You gave a small laugh. “It’s just ginger tea, Dean. It’s not a magical potion - although it does feel like it is sometimes.”
Dean nodded slightly. “Maybe so, but when it comes from her, I will always be a little skeptical.”
That night, Dean fell asleep beside you, you cuddled into him as you both sat and watched old reruns of Scooby-Doo. Dean seemed to remember everything that happened from the episodes, even if he hadn’t seen them in 20 years.
That morning, Dean went missing and you eventually found him cleaning Baby in the garage towards midnight. He’d been out driving all day.
But you were about to get the answers you had been waiting for. The answers to why Dean had been avoiding you and trying to keep you at arms length.
It was late at night and Dean had been acting weird all day. It was like he wanted to be close to you but at the same time, run for the hills. And it was killing you. You just wanted to hold him. Hug him. Kiss him. Do something just to make him stand in the same room with you for more than 30 seconds.
Sam had gone to bed a couple of hours ago and Cas was on a ‘weekend get-away’. Something you and Sam had booked for him a few months ago. He needed a break from Angel business and hunting business. The retreat was warded against most supernatural beings and just enough so that Angels couldn’t use their powers. Niether could demons. It was a place of relaxation for all supernatural beings.
You were sat in the kitchen reading through some old case files that Garth had sent through. A couple of suspicious things had been happening two towns over. It might be nothing, but it was worth a look. You were finishing up on background research.
Standing, you walked over towards the stove and began making a cup of tea when you felt a presence stood by the door.
Dean.
“Hey, can-” Dean paused for a moment. “Can we talk?”
You wanted to yell yes. God, you’d love nothing more.
“Sure.”
Slowly, Dean walked inside as if he was waiting for the floor to open up beneath him. Every step just...please don’t break beneath me, you are the only thing holding me in an upright position right now.
“What’s up?” You asked, walking back over to the table, only, Dean intercepted you. Dean stood in front of you and eventually leanted against the edge of the table.
“Dean, I love that you want to talk to me but I thought this might involve actual words.” You said light-heartedly. “Dean? Hey, is everything-”
“I love you.” Dean blurted out, but the moment he did, his eyes went wide with panic.
“That’s what you wanted to tell me?” You smiled. “I love you, too.”
“No. No, I mean- I love you.”
You furrowed your eyebrows and tilted your head. It was like he wanted it to sound different but it didn’t.
“Dean? Wait. Hold on. You haven’t done something reckless have you?” You quickly placed down your hot cup of tea on the side and stood back in front of him with your hands on your hips. “Because I swear to god, if you have-”
“What? No. No. I haven’t done anything reckless. Or stupid. Or any other adjective you want to use. No. I just...God, I didn’t think this was the way it would go.”
“What would go?”
“Me...opening up...like this. What else am I supposed to say?”
You let a small laugh escape from your lips. “Say about what, Dean?”
“That I love you. That I’m in love with you. And not in a cool way, like, at all. I’m talking the ending of When Harry Met Sally; the whole you want the rest of your life to start right away speech.”
You didn’t know what to say. For one, he’d referenced a movie that he said he’d never watched - although you both had watched it together about two years ago and Dean knew most of the lines- for two, he was in love with you.
“Son of a bitch.” Dean spoke under his breath as he looked to his hands. “I knew I shouldn’t have said anything. Let’s just- can we forget this ever happened? Yeah, let’s just do that-”
Dean went to stand up but with a firm hand you pushed him back down to sit against the edge of the table.
“This is why you’ve been so weird the last couple of months?” You wasn’t really looking him in the eyes as you spoke, but once you finished, it was like Dean could feel your stear piercing his soul.
“What?” Dean asked. “Wait. I tell you I’m in love with you and that’s your recation? You could seem less offended.”
“No. No. I’m not...I’m just...when?”
“When?”
You nodded. “When?”
Dean straightened up, his hands relaxed in his lap. “Four months ago.”
You stood back and folded your arms. “Four months?”
“You called me a nerd before you fell asleep and told me you wouldn’t have me any other way. But four months ago, I just realised that I was. I was long gone before that.”
You knew something about that.
About a year ago, you had a freak out and you didn’t know why. Just woke up one day, Dean had cooked you breakfast and made your eggs exactly how you liked them - unlike Sam who, god love him for a tryer, just couldn’t get them right.
But, you being you, had taken it out on the case, freaking out of over the littlest things until Dean took you by the shoulders and made sure you were looking at him when he talked before he pulled you in for a hug.
That was when you knew you were a gonner.
He knew everything about you and it took you more than a decade to realise that you were completely in love with the legendary hunter, Dean freakin’ Winchester.
“You’re in love with me.” You said it as a statement whe you began walking backwards until you were finally leaning against the silver kitchen island. “You’re in love with me?”
Dean knew you well enough to know that this wasn’t a rejection. This was pure confusion and fear. But, to be honest, he’d been weird with you the last couple of months and then, close to midnight, had confessed his undying love for you.
You looked across at him. “This isn’t some cruel joke, right? You’re still you? I know this place is warded within an inch of its cement but...”
Dean was now in front of you and reached behind you for a container of salt and the small jar of holy water. He poured them both over his hand and then pulled out his silver blade.
It was him, alright.
“Look, you don’t have to say anything. You don’t even have to look at me but with how our lived have been in the last 20 years, I guessed I better say something sooner before we were hit with yet another life-threatening-world-altering threat.”
You nodded, rubbing your face before looking up to him. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea. I’m in love with you, too.”
“You don’t have to just say it to make this less awkward.”
“I’m not. I’m in love with you. You remember my freak out last year? That was when I realised-”
“Y/N, you don’t have to-”
But Dean was unable to finish the sentence because less than a second later, your lips were on his. You could feel his entire body go stiff until he realised what was happening.
And after he did, it felt kinda...normal. Familiar, even. Like this was how it was always meant to be.
Just you and him. Together. Like this.
His hands came to both your face and your lower back pulling you in further to him as your hands went from his flannel shirt to his neck.
You didn’t know when you both broke the kiss, but either way, you both stood still in each other’s arms, holding one another, heads lightly against one another.
“I love you, Y/N. I’m in love with you.”
You smiled. “I’m in love you with, too, Dean Winchester.”
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Happy new year!!! 🥳 could I request a prompt with Dimitri / Claude where they surprise Byleth for the new year? I imagine their post game where Byleth is separated from them for a while bc of their respective duties so a surprise reunion would be super cute 🥹
(This was so much fun to write ;; A ;; )
Claude: Running a country as a new king was no joke, though becoming the religious head of an entire continent (with no experience) wasn’t any easier. It was only natural that when you first started talking about what to do, and what the expectations would be in your new roles, it would mean some distance was required.
What you didn’t realize was that “little distance” thing turned into a long-term absence. Of course, letters were exchanged every day; and the timing of the responses varied depending on the carrier and the weather.
But you were in constant contact, calways wishing to see one another and longing for the separation to reach its end.
It felt more like you were widowed for six months, conversing with a very charming ghost.
“Seteth…what are the possibilities for taking a sabbatical this year?”
You could feel the prime minister’s hackles raise at the very thought.
“It is the same as I told you last autumn, Archbishop; it’s simply not possible with your current position.”
‘But we’ve been working non-stop since the ceremony- surely we can spare a few days' rest.”
“Not with the relations between kingdoms still in such a dire state. If we were to step away now, and they were to find out, the people would become even more upset. They would feel as though we are trivializing their very lives.”
“I don't want that.” You admitted, looking down at the towering mess of papers on your desk. “But...people are allowed to have days of rest.”
“They are, indeed.” Seteth agreed, “However, we must bear in mind that we are not just any ‘people’. Our obligations transcend those whom we serve.”
It did very little to invigorate you or ease your stress. If anything, Seteth was simply piling them on higher and at a much faster pace. He was not the best at rousing speeches.
“Still…we’ve been working non-stop like this for months…surely we’ll have to slow down and rest so as not to falter later?”
“I do see your point, but I believe we are far from in need of such relief. After all, we bear the expectations of all Fodlan on our shoulders; you moreso, as both a queen and the Archbishop. I would argue that it is more necessary that we continue to push without wasting a single moment.”
“I would argue the opposite…” You mumbled, and the dragon-eared man was polite enough not to acknowledge it. After all, there was a particular reason why he was laying on the pressure so thick.
He wouldn’t have agreed to do so without there being a much desired reward waiting for you. You’d been working harder than most to pull Fodlan back from the struggles of war, and the rebuilding was being overseen in as many areas with the greatest detail you could bring to the table.
You hadn’t heard it yet; it would be a few minutes more.
“Milady, I empathize with your argument, but we must make sure not to allow such temptations that follow a ‘slowdown’, so to speak. It may be difficult for you to ever regain your vigor and our work will suffer for it!”
“Seteth, please…” You groaned, your head hitting the stack of paper before you. There was a good chance the ink hadn’t dried yet, but that was the least of your worries.
The minister worked hard to suppress his smile. Instead he continued to prattle on and on about the importance of diligence, duty, discipline, and several other responsible “d” words, until you heard a shift, outside.
As a matter of fact, you heard the sound of people gathering just below your office, towards the front gates.
And following that rabble was…a wyvern’s wingbeat.
You sat up from the papers, eyes narrowed. There weren’t any wyvern riders that were scheduled to be patrolling this time of day.
And the only person who could possibly be riding in and exciting everyone would be-
“Claude?”
Seteth grinned, watching the hope spark in your eyes. You hurried from your desk, pulling the balcony doors back.
The shimmering white scales of his beloved wyvern reflected the sunlight right into your eyes. But you knew that roar, and you could recognize that gorgeous, golden cape from a mile away.
With a sharp gasp you turned on your heel and burst from the room. The stairs were too far-- no, the front gate was-! You had to move as quickly as possible.
That man had been gone for so long. You hadn’t seen each other in ages, but now he was flying right up to the monastery out of the blue!
You wracked your brain, trying to think if he’d referenced coming to visit you in any of his letters. Though perhaps it was easier said than done, as the closer you got to the front doors, the harder it was to think of anything other than him.
Mercifully, you did not have to wait until you were outside. The king of Almyra had already made his way inside the building. He was halfway across the great hall, speaking with Hilda about something completely inconsequential.
Well, inconsequential to you. Because all that mattered was the instant your eyes locked, and you could feel the joy build in your chest.
“Claude!!”
The Archbishop’s voice raising was already surprising, but to see her running towards her husband, decorum be damned, was a stunning sight for any bystander.
Claude’s face lit up at the sight of you, his arms spread wide to accept you.
“Byleth!!” Your name was a laugh on his lips; the very sound of his voice made your heart soar. You closed the distance and all but leapt into his arms.
His mere touch was enough to bring tears to your eyes. His scent, his laughter, his…his everything…it overwhelmed your senses in the best of ways.
“I’m home, By.”
“Welcome back,” Your voice was muffled against his neck, his embrace tight and wanting, with zero intention of letting you go. “I missed you so much…!”
“I missed you too. You have no idea how bad I wanted to see you.” He murmured, peppering kisses into your hair between his breaths of laughter.
“I didn’t have a clue- but when did you say you were coming?? I can’t remember reading a single word about you visiting.” You gathered yourself enough to ask, pulling back to look up at your husband.
He grinned at you, squeezing your waist. “That’s because it was a surprise. I cleared it with Seteth about a month ago; you and I are going to take a nice, long break from all this intercontinental repair.”
It was hard to balance your desire to take in every detail of his face and simply kissing him senseless.
“Really?”
“Of course; I’ve been waiting for ages because I know how badly you’ve wanted to get away. You’ve been talking about it in your letters for the last…three months, I think.”
“I suppose I’m not as subtle when I’m writing to you.” You smiled sheepishly, “I would love to take a vacation with you, my love.”
“Gods, I’ve been waiting to hear that for so long.” He sighed, capturing your lips in a much needed kiss. You held his face in your hands, relishing the scruff along his jaw and the warmth of his skin.
“Hear what?” You whispered against his lips, your hands shifting from his cheeks to the collar of his tunic, tugging him closer. Your bodies were practically pressed against each other; you couldn’t have gotten closer if you wanted to.
“To hear you call me ‘my love’. I haven’t heard it in so long…I’m afraid your written word doesn’t hold a candle to the sweetness of your voice.”
“You flatter me.” You blushed, kissing the beaming smile he wore with warm reverence. “Shall we have a proper reunion upstairs? I’d love to hear all about these plans you have for our vacation, but I think we both have some more pressing matters to attend to.”
“Couldn’t have said it better myself, darling.” Claude chuckled, and swept you up into his arms, carrying you down the corridor that had mercifully been emptied at some point during your touching reunion.
You were sure the rumors were swirling around the monastery from the bystanders who hadn’t escaped quickly enough, but it was the last thing on your mind.
After all, your sweet husband was back home in your arms…and there was nowhere else you’d rather be. Especially after such a punishing several months’ work without him.
You peeked around the corner, making sure no one was nearby while he strode towards the stairs with a particular skip in his step.
“I’ve been waiting to say this for a while, but…”
“Say whatever’s on your mind; I’ve been dying to hear it for ages.”
You leaned up to his ear, whispering those longing words.
“Welcome home, Khalid.”
He nearly tripped up the stairs and took you tumbling with him. When he steadied himself, he pressed his forehead to yours, his whole face flushed.
“If you’re not gonna fight fair, you’re gonna have to deal with the consequences, Teach.” He grumbled, making you laugh. You kissed his nose, squeezing your arms around his shoulders.
“I haven’t been able to say your name in so long either, you know…I wanted to give you a proper welcome.”
His grin turned mischievous, hoisting you back up and starting up the steps with renewed vigor.
“Don’t you worry about that- we’re about to have the greatest reunion of all time! And an even better vacation after that, might I add.”
You didn’t get a chance to ask him what the plans were until several hours later. But you weren't particularly bothered by it.
Having your Khalid beside you again was everything you could have asked for, and more.
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Dimitri: He’d gotten the worried letter from Prime Minister Seteth about three days ago. He was already deeply depressed because he hadn’t seen you in such a long time.
It was incredibly difficult, how you were trying so hard and working to get everything in order for the greater continent of Fodlan.
You were working from the monastery, and had remained there long after the two of you were crowned as the king and queen of Faerghus.
It was deeply upsetting to have spent the first several months of your marriage apart. But it was nothing that heartfelt letters that were practically 300-page journals between each of you.
So when he received a much more brief letter with Seteth’s seal on it instead of the expected loving message from his wife, Dimitri was concerned.
When he read its contents, he was consumed with worry.
“King Dimitri, it is with deep concern that I write to you regarding your wife, the Archbishop of Fodlan. I am afraid she has become obsessed with work to the point that she cannot seem to remove herself from it.
The few times I was able to ascertain the reason behind this change in behavior is due to her separation from her spouse. I believe it would be prudent to schedule a visit to the monastery immediately. I fear she has stopped taking care of herself; her eating and sleeping habits have become practically non-existent.
Please write with ideal dates and times that you would be able to join us. We anticipate a swift response, milord.”
Dimitri had the troops rallied and the Blue Lions en route to the monastery without a second more hesitation. He sent a pegasus knight ahead to relay the information as quickly as possible.
But there was a little more time to waste! His wife was neglecting her well-being, and even though he had no idea how he was supposed to fix it, he knew that he missed her just as terribly and wanted to do anything in his power to make everything better.
He galloped through the forests of Fodlan, not slowing down even in the face of bandits or dangerous weather.
With the help of the Lions and their unwavering support for the royal couple, the valiant group turned what was typically a weeks’ sojourn to the central mountain range into a four day journey, instead.
And as soon as they were there, Dimitri all but ripped the front gates from their ancient, unmoving hinges.
There was no time to waste. His Beloved needed him!
“King Dimitri has arrived!” The gatekeeper managed to squawk out, sending the passersby into a confused frenzy of excitement and panic. What in the world was the Archbishop’s husband doing here, now??
Dimitri did not bother to socialize or engage with anyone outside of the green-haired man hurrying to meet him, opening the massive old doors that led into the main hall.
“Thank Sothis you arrived so quickly. I just received word from the envoy you sent hardly a day ago; it is a miracle you were able to travel with such swiftness!”
“And not a moment too late, I hope. Where is my wife?” Dimitri asked, breathless from his endless onslaught to visit his dearest.
Seteth motioned towards the stairwell. “She is locked in her office, as always. I fear it has been difficult to access her, even as her right hand. She is deeply troubled by your absence, milord. More So than even she realizes.”
“It saddens me to learn this…but I will do everything in my power to help Byleth in any way I can.” He spoke a solemn promise, striding to the steps and making his way to your office.
A swirl of memories, sweet and bitter, filled his mind. It had been so long since he’d seen the monastery, let alone restored to most of its former glory.
It was not his favorite place to be, and in spite of all the good things that happened there, he would not lose any sleep over the thought of leaving it behind permanently.
Especially if his having to rule the kingdom while you languished in the ancient halls could cause such a panic.
He hesitated at the door of your office, finding it was indeed locked when he tried to turn the knob. He knocked on the old oak once, twice, three times…but you did not answer.
So he opted to pound on the door, instead.
“Byleth!! Byleth, my love…are you in there? Can you hear me??” His fist hit the door again, with more urgency. There was an indent starting to form where he struck the wood.
There was no answer. He grit his teeth, hitting the door harder.
“It’s me, Dimitri! Open the door- everyone is worried about you! You must-” His hand went straight through the wood, and not a moment too soon.
The punctured hole, while embarrassing, did provide immediate access to the door knob on the other side.
Dimitri dismissed the damage done and opened the door, swinging it into the wall with another crack that likely destroyed the structural integrity of the poor thing.
The sound of wood splintering was enough to get your attention, however. You had been slumped over your arm at your desk, a quill halfway falling out of your hand when the sudden eruption of noise startled you awake.
Your eyes were wild with exhaustion and confusion, only to find a large, black and blonde blob storming towards you.
“Beloved!!”
You gasped at the sound of Dimitri’s voice. That couldn’t be right, he was far away, back home in Faerghus…his last correspondence with you had been only a week ago.
This was surely a figment of your over exhausted imagination, right?
“D…Dima?”
“Thank goodness, you’re at least conscious.” He exhaled heavily, rushing around the side of the desk so that he might place his hands on your shoulders. “I was knocking at your door and calling for you- did you truly not hear me?”
“Dima…w-what are you doing here?”
“Dammit, your skin is so pale. The shadows under your eyes- and you’re clearly underfed! Byleth, what has happened to you? How could this have happened?”
“I…” You trailed off, looking down at your hands which trembled in your lap. Dimitri followed your gaze, feeling his heart twist in his chest.
“Nevermind. You're in dire need of rest, Beloved. I will take you to our quarters immediately. When you wake up, I will have some food ready and waiting.”
“But…but Dima, how did you-?”
“I received an urgent message from Prime Minister Seteth.” He explained simply, taking you up from your seat and carrying you from the office. “He said that you were neglecting your health, and it is quite clear to me that is the case.”
“W-wait, you don’t have to carry me, Dimitri, I-”
“I will not risk injury because you have not been taking care of yourself. I will see to it that you are well rested and well fed before you’re ready to have a conversation about your health. Am I clear?”
You fell silent, realizing that the firm yet gentle touch was indeed quite real. That your husband had arrived from across the land to come to your aid.
Perhaps you were in worse shape than you first thought.
Dimitri took your silence as a sign that you either conceded defeat, were falling asleep, or both. Regardless, you weren’t far from your bedroom.
The attendants and knights who were anywhere nearby as the king crossed the long corridors were quick to scatter, or politely avert their eyes as he tended to you.
With far greater care than when he’d “opened” your office door, he let himself into the Archbishop’s quarters and made sure to fasten the lock as well.
The world shifted around you, and you were suddenly in the soft embrace of your bed. Gods, how long has it been since you were lying there, of all places?
Dimitri sat on the edge of the bed, taking your ankles up and resting your feet in his lap. He began to undo the laces on your shoes, handling you as though you were glass (a technique ingrained in him since he was little).
“Dima, you don’t have to do all this…”
“You need to rest, Beloved, and I have many, many months of tending to you that I must make up for. Please, allow me to do this much.”
You hummed softly, letting him finish his work on your shoes. Then he prompted you to sit up, slipping the coat from your shoulders and shifting the pillows so that you could recline far more comfortably.
His hand cradled your head, guiding you back down so that you laid fully across the bed.
The covers weren’t drawn over you, though. Instead, Dimitri unclasped his heavy, fur-laden cloak, and draped it over you.
The overwhelming comfort at being surrounded by his scent nearly brought tears to your eyes. This was indeed your Dimitri. Not a figment of your imagination, this time.
You drew the furry cape closer to your face, nuzzling against the fabric with a soft sniffle.
Dimitri’s smile was sad, but the tension that had wracked his body seemed to have eased at the sight of you.
“Please, rest, my dearest. I will have food prepared and waiting for you by the time you are better.”
“Will you stay with me?” You whispered, as if the pull of sleep wasn’t already taking hold.
Dimitri laughed softly, carding a hand through his hair.
“I am still in full regalia, my love. I fear I will be a poor bedfellow.”
“Just until I’m asleep.” You insisted, “I…I missed you so much.”
As if he could say no to that.
Dimitri walked over to his side of the bed, careful in joining you so that he didn’t dip the mattress and jostle you out of your far too comfortable position.
He propped himself up on one elbow, facing you on his side so that you might have full access to him.
And take advantage, you did. Dimitri flushed when you shifted over, burying your face in his chest and curling your fingers into his tunic. The soft clinking of all the metal bits and pieces didn’t seem to bother you. He wasn’t in his armor, but the formal layers of Faerghus’ royal uniform did not make for excellent nightwear.
The queen did not seem to mind, however.
“I’m so happy you’re here…”” You mumbled into his chest, feeling strong arms wrap wholly around you, drawing you in as close as he could.
“I have longed for you, terribly, in the time we have been apart. I could not bear to be away from you any longer when Seteth sent for me.”
“I must remember to thank him for his wisdom…I may very well have wasted away had he not asked you to come. It…felt so hard, going through all this work without you by my side.”
“It was no more joyful in Faerghus, I’m afraid. Ruling as king feels cold and empty without you there, right alongside me.”
You nodded into his heartbeat, melting when his fingers worked through your hair.
There was no way you’d stay up a moment longer.
“But all that matters is we’re together now. And once we have you full and smiling again, I believe we ought to make plans to visit the countryside. The snow is glistening this time of year, up in the northern mountains…I can finally introduce you to the rarer parts of our home.”
“I would…love to…” You yawned, wide and obvious.
Dimitri bit his tongue to keep from fawning. You were too cute when you weren't even trying.
“ Please rest, Beloved. I swear I’ll be right here when you wake. I will not leave your side again.”
“Thank you for this…and…thank you for coming… I'm so happy you love me so much.”
“As am I.” He kissed your forehead, squeezing you gently. “I have been yearning to see you for far too long. To hold you in my arms, even in less ideal circumstances…I could be any happier.”
“I love you, Dima.”
“I love you, too.” He beamed, before gingerly tapping his forehead to yours. “Now rest. Sleep. I beg of you.”
You smiled softly. Perhaps Dimitri was right; you were indeed long overdue for a good nap.
It wouldn’t be until seven hours later, well into the nighttime, that you came back around.
But Dimitri was ready and waiting, a beautiful meal set aside on the nightstand and waiting to be enjoyed by the royal couple.
And of course it was immediately paid for by a mess of urgent kisses from wife to husband, wrapping your arms around him and rolling to lay atop him, your hands happily pressed to his chest.
How you missed that strong, thundering heartbeat.
The food would have to wait, unfortunately; you both had much more pressing matters to tend to.
Especially for the next seven days, as prescribed by the monastery clerics to prevent further burnout.
While you were certain Dimitri had some influence in this decision (ie, nearly all), you couldn’t help but relish every single second you got to spend, alone and warm with your fiercely loyal lion.
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fictional depictions of the following: implications and/or mentions of childhood sa, religious guilt/trauma, injuries, partial/implied nudity
[fe oc week] oct. 12th I tragedy
"i remember trying to wash the sin off my body...scrubbing away until my skin was red. even now, i can still feel it.."
Broken Vows
❀ catalina's father became a vassal to the knights of seiros for the sake of his family, especially for his daughter to have a better life than he once did
❀ in exchange for his pledge of loyalty, he asked for the monastery and the knights to protect and care for his daughter considering his work would occupy him
❀ they agreed, they vowed that no harm would come to her under their care
❀ some stray staff would break this vow whether it be for their own amusement or sick fantasies, the abuse becoming too regular of an occurance
❀ catalina knew that alerting higher members of the staff and church would only jeopardize the relationship they had with her father and family and all they had worked so hard for
❀ so she wore the pain and guilt every day underneath her tattered clothes and bruises, only finding solace in the fairytales and flowers she remembered from her home, yearning for those days of peace to return
❀ days in the sun turned into prolonged visits to the infirmary and hiding away in her room
❀ the more time passes, the more she holds resentment for the church and their broken vows. was it not their negligence that allowed this to happen? was it not their responsibility to protect her? did they not make a sacred vow?
❀ for now, all she can do is surround herself with with the petals and fantasies of the past, one of happier days
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Hi. Well. This happened. I was working on my fic The Dead and CD&FE pushed its way to the fore and ran away with every brain cell I had. I'm nearing the end of this little love story and thought I would start putting it out there. I plan on starting to post up towards the end of February - but it will once again be a completed fiction.
A huge thank you to @edgingthedarkness for reading this, editing this, screaming at me over this. As well as to @takenbythemadness for just listening me ramble. Love you 💚
18+ Series Fiction
Jake X fem reader (reader insert)
My first full length fic for reader insert. Yikes.
Summary: A night of celebration has you crossing paths with Jake during the era of the Black Smoke Rising EP release. You have just graduated with your Masters and you are officially on your way. Jake helps you to celebrate that night with an endearing one night stand. What should have ended on that special night turns into a winding path that crosses decades, relationships and fleeting embraces with the man that haunts your dreams.
Content Warnings: Adult situations, adult relationships, all sorts of sexual encounters. Warnings will be present on each posting. Silver Fox Jake (just putting it out there)
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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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Everytime I tell people who know me pretty well I LOVED Pearl from Steven Universe as a child it’s so humiliating bc they’re always like oh of COURSE you did . I bet you loved her thing with rose quartz didn’t you and I have to admit Rosepearl was an integral part me building an understanding of queerness and they’re like that makes SO much sense. I cannot keep doing this
#fern.txt#its interesting looking back bc I feel SU being good at not making u feel ur being talked down to or talked over w how it goes#into emotions when ur watching it as a kid + the ambiguity of intimacy/love with rose and pearl just rlly clicked for me#bc i had known of gay relationships before but I have always been so obviously aromantic so if u explained them to me only in#the lens of romsntic relationships I just didn’t get it esp in how it could relate to my own identity#but idk I remember I watched rose’s scabbard over some classmates shoulder and was genuinely just so fascinated#with how pearl had all these deep feelings for another woman but it wasn’t just for the show to say they were exes n pearl wanted to get#back together with her or they used to be dating etc it was just her mourning her overall love and relationship w rose#and w my aromanticism I’ve always been able to understand love I just feel I hit a wall n disconnect when it’s romsntic love in the confines#of a conventional romsntic relationship%. so with this I was like wow I really resonate w this feeling of just rlly loving another woman and#I am able to kind of understand how those feelings fe n experiences exist outside of just Wanting To Date Someone#its rlly interesting bc I think it just continues to be a facet to my own queerness to this day#when it comes to relationships specifically I still lean towards n love ambiguity in fiction + my own work#bc I think that lets me resonate between when I jsut have this complete blind spot of being able to relate to anything with romsntic#relationships bc I’m on the aro spectrum OFL
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#floml#fictional love of my life#fiery doodles#feh#fire emblem#canas#fire emblem heroes#fe7#fe canas#scraps
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