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That made the eleventh time Dimitri had glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. Ever since they’d come together for a strategy meeting, his gaze had repeatedly flickering down, lingering for just long enough that, if he had done it once or twice, Byleth wouldn’t have noticed but around the fifth time, it started to be hard not to notice. Crossing his arms over his chest, Byleth shifted his weight from one foot to another. What was he looking at? Was there something in his hair or food on his face? If so, he should say something, instead of just looking at him. Just to make sure he didn’t look sloppy, Byleth sneakily brushed a hand over his mouth then pushed it up into his hair. He didn’t feel anything foreign but if there wasn’t anything, then why was Dimitri looking at him?

Twelfth time - this time, he lingered for even longer, staring down at him with a calm, thoughtful expression on his handsome face. Sighing, irritated, Byleth turned his head slightly to look back up at him. Vibrant green met depth-less blue. Dimitri jumped a little, his eyes widening. A tinge of pink dyed the tips of his ears. To Byleth’s surprise, instead of immediately looking away, Dimitri offered a small smile, his bright blue eyes full of warm fondness. Flushing, his cheeks tingling with pleasant heat, Byleth pointedly looked away, turning his attention back to Gilbert. There came a soft, happy chuckle from above him, followed by Dimitri gently bumping against him.

Byleth forcibly bit back a smile. He felt like if he smiled now, the two of them would dissolve into downright giddiness. Not exactly the behavior to be exhibiting at a time like this. Really, he should be scolding Dimitri for not paying attention but...how could he possibly do that when he looked like that? This was the kind of behavior that he wanted to be encouraging at every turn. He just wasn’t expecting it right now. Byleth rolled one shoulder, sighing softly. Ah well, he was being quiet and non-disruptive so he could let it slide. He just wanted to know why he was staring at him.

By the time the meeting came to a close, the number of times Dimitri had glanced at him out of the corner of his eye had risen to 22. Byleth was dying of curiosity by then so as soon as they were dismissed, he walked off before any of the others could catch hold of him, knowing full well that Dimitri would follow after him. Unsurprisingly, Dimitri paused for just a moment to have a word with Seteth then followed him out of the room. Byleth waited until they were out of earshot of everyone then turned.

Crossing his arms over his chest, he looked up at Dimitri and quirked a brow, “Well?”

“Hm? What is it, Professor?” Dimitri asked, coming to a halt right in front of him, close enough that Byleth would hardly have to extend his arm to touch his chest.

“Why did you keep looking at me? Is there something on my face?”

“Ah.” An adorable tinge of deep red dyed his pale cheeks. Smiling sheepishly, he bowed his head meekly, “My apologizes. It was not my intention to make you uncomfortable.”

“You didn’t. I just want to know why you kept looking at me.”

To his surprise, Dimitri flushed an even brighter shade of red. Clearing his throat, he went as though he was going to say something, only to stop before any words came out. Even more curious now, Byleth frowned up at him, giving him his best unimpressed look, waiting impatiently for Dimitri to get on with it already. Whatever the reason, it couldn’t be that bad so why dwaddle like this? After a few more moments of silence, during which Dimitri got progressively redder, Byleth finally sighed and turned away, nervous that if he pushed this any further, Dimitri might pass out. Knowing him, it was probably something completely harmless, magnified to a ridiculous level because that was just Dimitri’s way of doing things.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. Next time-”

Before he could finish speaking, Dimitri caught hold of his arm, tugging him back around. Large hands cupped his cheeks. Cold metal pressed to his skin. Dipping down, his one good eye fluttering closed, blond hair shifting around his broad shoulders, Dimitri firmly, sweetly kissed him. Jumping slightly, his eyes widening in surprise - Dimitri was usually never the one to initiate - Byleth quickly melted into his touch, reaching up to curl his fingers around his wrists. Pushing back up into the kiss, adoring the sensation of their lips sliding together, Byleth shivered when a clumsy tongue slipped into his mouth, swiping over his own, over the roof and sides, covering every inch in the taste of chamomile tea. Byleth happily reciprocated, the corners of his lips curling into a hint of a mischievous grin at the shiver he provoked when he rubbed his tongue against Dimitri’s.

To his disappointment, Dimitri pulled away with a soft, shuddery breath. Chuckling at his pouting, Dimitri pressed their foreheads together, “If we go any further than this, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself.”

“Lets go back to my room, then.”

Dimitri shook his head, “As tempting as that offer is, I have a meeting with the merchant’s guild. We’re beginning the preparations to set up new trade routes. I thought it would be an easy enough process but apparently not.”

Letting out a long, overly suffering sigh, Byleth stepped away, “I guess I’ll wait, then.”

“My apologizes, Professor.” Dimitri said, his soft voice laced with amusement.

Byleth waved a hand dismissively, “You can make it up to me by telling me why you kept looking at me during the meeting.”

“Ah.” Dimitri flushed brightly once more. Laughing sheepishly, he said, “I was thinking about how much I wanted to kiss you. My apologizes, I know that was inappropriate to think of during an important meeting.”

Now, it was Byleth’s turn to blush. Beyond delighted and unable to hide it, he laughed softly, crossing his arms over his chest, “I wouldn’t say inappropriate. Though, if you want a kiss, all you need do is ask. I will always be more than happy to oblige.”

“You spoil me, Professor.” Dimitri shook his head but quiet, profound happiness lined every inch of his expression.

“For the tenth million time, it’s just Byleth. You’re no longer my student, and it is rather awkward for you to refer to me as such when I can still taste your tongue in my mouth.”

“R-right.” Dimitri stuttered. He hesitated for a moment then said quietly, “Well, I must be going. Would you care to join me...Byleth?”

“And listen to a bunch of money grubbing merchants vying for the best route?” Byleth snorted, a wide smile on his face, pleasantly surprised - as always - that he had gotten Dimitri to actually say his name, “I’ll be in my room by the time you’re done. I will see you then. Have fun, Dimitri.”

“I doubt that is possible, Pro....Byleth.”

“Well then, do your best.” Byleth offered a soft, warm smile. Pushing himself up onto his tiptoes, he placed a gentle kiss to Dimitri’s smooth lips, brushed his fingers through his soft fingers and said, “I’ll be waiting, Your Highness.”

“That’s unfair, Professor.”

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byleth gets back from an exhaustive skirmish and immediately head up to seteth’s office. he greets them warmly but instead of responding, byleth silently walks forward and smooshes their face into seteth’s chest. they sigh contentedly, the tenseness fleeing from their body. seteth jumps a little, startled by the suddenness but quickly recovers. he doesn’t really get what byleth is doing but is happy that he can bring them some comfort. wrapping his arms around them, he strokes their hair as byleth melts into his embrace.

“Do you want some tea?” He asks, his breath ruffling their hair.

byleth shakes their head, snuggling closer, their arms winding loosely around his midsection, anchoring them closer together. Seteth remains quiet for a moment then asks, “Do you want to sit down?”

again, byleth shakes their head and mumbles, “Just a little while longer.”

seteth snorts, the corners of his lips curling up into a light smile. Resting his chin on the top of their head, he says softly, “You can stay for as long as you like.”

#fire emblem heroes #seteth (fire emblem)#byleth (fire emblem)#setleth

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He still had assignments that needed to be graded before class tomorrow but...the library was so pleasantly warm, so blissfully quiet, especially in comparison to the racket that was always going on everywhere else in the monastery. Sleep had been a lot harder to come by since he started teaching, though it wasn’t something that he’d ever had an easy time with. While the chairs in the library were far from the most comfortable things to rest his butt on, the combination of the warmth, the quiet and his own exhaustion was making it all the harder to keep his eyes open. Sighing, Byleth set down his quill, lightly rubbing his ways. Why bother? He couldn’t focus anyway. A five, ten minute nap then he’d be right back at it.

With that decided, he let his eyes flutter closed. No need to try to get comfy or even change his position from the upright one he was currently in. He might not be the best of friends with sleep but when it wanted his attention, it got it. Within moments, he was right on the verge of dozing off but just as he was on the precipice, about to slip off, there came the sound of the library door opening, following by a soft thumps of footsteps that were all too familiar. Dimitri. Even if it weren’t for the clump of his boots against the smooth wood, he would’ve been able to tell from his scent: worn metal, leather and something else he was never able to put his finger on - a bitter, sharp undertone that was surprisingly pleasant.

Byleth sighed internally. He was sitting right out in the open, not that there was anywhere to hide in the library. Dimitri definitely spotted him the moment he walked in, and was definitely making his way over. He knew he should look up and greet him but...he was so damn tired. Sleep’s fingers were still seductively tugging at his mind, coyly luring him back down into a restful silence. There was no way he could continue to refuse it. If Dimitri roused him, he would dutifully respond but if not, well, he saw no reason to force himself back to full wakefulness.

The footsteps stopped right beside him. Byleth kept his eyes closed, his expression neutral and peaceful, hoping that Dimitri would leave him be (and feeling a little bit bad about it). A beat of silence, during which he was certain that Dimitri must be peering at his face, as though trying to discern if he was asleep then the chair beside him slowly slid out. There came some rustling as Dimitri quietly lowered himself down into it. His shoulder brushed against Byleth’s. He wasn’t uncomfortably or awkwardly close but Byleth could feel his warmth. A soft thump told him that Dimitri must’ve set a book down onto the table. This assumption was confirmed when he started hearing the quiet shuffling of pages being turned. Well, this was an arrangement he was absolutely fine with.

Far more content now that he had some peaceful company, lulled even further into sleep by the steady sound of Dimitri turning pages, able to ever so slightly pick up on the sound of him breathing, Byleth once again slipped down right onto that precipice...only to be jerked back up when the library door open again. More people this time...Annette, Ashe and...Sylvain, all talking in a quiet, jovial tone to one another. It wasn’t terribly loud, though at a volume that would wake him regularly. Dimitri softly hushed them as their footsteps moved further into the library. Byleth heard Annette gasp softly, followed by soft footfalls coming over to the table.

“Is he asleep?” She whispered, her voice barely audible.

“He is so please, stay quiet.” Dimitri answered in an equally soft voice.

“There’s better places to be sleeping.” Sylvain murmured. “How can he be comfortable like that?”

“Well, he was a mercenary.” Ashe commented, “I imagine he’s slept in worse conditions.”

“Please,” Dimitri hushed them, “you’ll wake him. He must be exhausted if he’s fallen asleep here.”

“Why not take him back to his bedroom?” Annette asked, “You’re more than strong enough to carry him.”

“I don’t want to disturb him. I doubt he’d sleep through me fumbling to get him up and over my shoulder.”

“Carry him like a princess.” Sylvain teased. Someone sat down at the table - judging by the sound, they were directly in front of him. A brush of warm against his other shoulder was enough to indicate that someone had taken the chair on his other side. Going off the smell of sweets and ink, it must be Annette. That only left Ashe, who wandered off in a random direction, most likely to find a book from one of the shelves.

“That would still require me to disturb him. He’s sleeping peacefully here. I will not interrupt that unless it becomes absolutely necessary.”

“It’s nice, though, isn’t it?” Annette sighed happily. “I could fall asleep as well.”

“Me too.” Sylvain murmured. He yawned, sighed and said, “I’m going with Teach’s idea. Wake me up when you two go get food.”

“Okay.” Annette mumbled, sounding like she was about to doze off as well.

From there, the peaceful silence was only punctuated by Dimitri turning the pages of his book and Ashe quietly returning. From the sound of it, he took a seat next to Annette and began to read as well. He had to full heartedly agree with Annette on this - it was nice. Before, he never slept with the group, he was always off on his own, curled up in some corner somewhere but even though they were all off in their own worlds, it was nice, being together like this. He once again started to doze but the recycling pattern was not yet up. The door to library opened once more.

“Oh~” Mercedes soft, gentle voice floated over from the doorway, “There you all are.”

“Shhh,” Sylvain mumbled, “Teach is asleep.”

“Why is he sleeping in the library?” Felix’s voice asked, low and smooth.

“Warm...” Annette sighed.

“You should really have told him to go get in his bed if he was that tired.” Ingrid admonished them gently, “He’ll catch a cold if he sleeps here.”

“Yes but could you stand to disturb him when he looks so peaceful?” Mercedes asked.

“Well...” Ingrid hesitated then sighed, “No, I suppose you’re right.”

“Your Highness.” Dedue said quietly from somewhere nearby, almost causing Byleth to jolt up in alarm. How did he always manage to move so quietly? “It is nearly dinnertime. Would you like me to bring you a plate from the dining hall?”

“No need. I am fine.” Dimitri laughed softly, “Why not take a seat? It seems that, despite our Professor being fast asleep, class has assembled.”

“Well,” Mercedes giggled, “it’s nice, being gathered together like this.”

There was the sound of mutual agreement from the group, punctuated by the careful, cautious movements of them settling in. They spoke in hushed whispers to one another, conversing about various things - school, food, techniques and training; nothing of major importance, just little things that fit well into this quiet moment. To his surprise, it did seem like everyone had joined them, even Felix, who he hadn’t expected to stick around. Byleth listened to them talk for a few minutes, surprised at just how much he enjoyed just...being there. He wasn’t even doing anything but being surrounded by his students, listening to them talk, even when all he wanted to do was sleep was strangely...tranquil. Their voices didn’t bother him, their presence was a comfort, rather than an annoyance. He felt more content than he could ever remember.

He had to resist the urge to snort in bemusement. It was strange to think that, just a few short months ago, he had been so apprehensive about teaching here. Put in charge of a bunch of noble brats? Very top of the list of things he’d never thought he’d be forced into. Now, his life as a mercenary, wandering behind Jeralt’s back, never really thinking about his own life or what it meant to anyone, just going where he was told to go, killing who he was told to kill, it all seemed so far away. This...his students, his work as a teacher, this was his life now. He couldn’t imagine ever giving that up. How could he go back to the cold, lonely life of a mercenary when this was the kind of warmth, the kind of peace he could have if he stayed right here?

The cycle of interruptions seemed to have come to an end. Nothing tugged his mind back up to the surface as the seconds ticked by. He slipped, further and further, down into the welcoming arms of slumber. Before he completely conked out, he physically slipped, tilting further to the side until his cheek was resting on the broad curve of Dimitri’s shoulder. He distantly registered him jolting in surprise, followed by a startled exhale. Somewhere, a little voice inside of his sleep mushy mind told him to sit up but he was now even more comfortable so he told the voice to shove it. Dimitri wasn’t pushing him away or anything so it must be fine.

“Ah, no fair.” Mercedes pouted playfully.

“Are you alright, Dimitri?” Ingrid asked, sounding more curious than concerned.

“Yes, yes, I’m fine. It just surprised me, is all.”

“Do you want me to move him?” Dedue asked, “I will do my best not to wake him.”

“No, no, it’s fine. Really.”

It might just be his imagination or perhaps his nearly out cold mind playing tricks on him but...he could swear that Dimitri sounded...happy. Suddenly, he was overcome with a need to open his eyes to see what kind of face he was making. Was he blushing? Smiling? Ah, he wanted to know but...that would surely only cause an unnecessary amount of embarrassment. Besides, he didn’t want to disrupt this peaceful moment they had created for themselves. He supposed that was a need that he was just going to have to swallow, for the better of the group. Disappointed but dealing with it, Byleth let himself finally slip away. Just before he was out like a light, he heard Dimitri whisper in the softest, kindest voice,

“Sleep well, Professor. We’ll be right here when you wake up.”

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my brain: okay, so we have a lot of stuff to do, right?

me: yes

my brain: we've got day job stuff, commissions, moving preparations, whole loads of stuff, right?

me: yep

my brain: and when we do have the time, we need to write specific things, right? Not just random stuff, but the stuff we've been paid to write, right?

me: roger that!

my brain: so what are we going to do then?

me: write dimileth :D

my brain: no-

#hello i'm fenn and i suck at handling priorities! :D

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The door was locked but that obviously didn’t stop Dimitri. Standing in the doorway, hand still on the knob, Byleth stared at the slouched figure sitting in one of the couple of chairs placed randomly about his bedroom. Well...that...that was certainly not what he was expecting to see after returning from another long day of skirmishing. It was both laughable and sad but when he first opened the door to see Dimitri, he thought, for just a moment, that he was witnessing a specter. Perhaps one of their foes, finally coming back to haunt him. Given towards Dimitri’s inclination to refer to himself as a ghost, that might have not been the best reaction to have.

Thankfully, he just barely managed to suppress a yelp. Recovering quickly, Byleth stepped further into his room, quietly closing the door behind him. A quick glance behind showed that the lock didn’t seem to be broken. There must be a master key to this place or Dimitri really was a ghost and had slipped through the wood, unhindered by the laws of the tangible world. Byleth shook his head slightly - not about to go down that line of thought. He hardly let Dimitri get away with calling himself a ghost; no way he could start referring to him in such a way in his own head.

Dimitri didn’t look up or acknowledge his presence in any way as he moved further into the room. It was a little uncomfortable, having him just be there, silent and unmoving, more statue than human. To label this situation as odd was an understatement. Things were hardly amiable between them anymore. Usually, any attempt to start a conversation with him was met with silence or a grumbled ‘go away’. Not that Byleth ever let that stop him. He talked, he prodded, he pushed - as gently as possible, of course - he forced Dimitri to take notice of him, hoping that by continuously interacting with him, there might be some kind of positive reaction.

So far, nothing but this...Byleth sneakily glanced at Dimitri. Still staring at the floor. His broad chest slowly rose and fell with even breaths. The splash of yellow against his sunken cheeks only made it more apparent how pale he was. His hands lay limp in his lap. With a startled jolt, Byleth realized that his spear, something he was never seen without, was nowhere to be seen. His gaze quickly swept around the room. Nowhere! It could be under the bed or perhaps stored away somewhere but there was no reason for Dimitri to hide it. The tiniest, faintest, weakest buds of hope sparked to life inside his chest. Forcing himself to take a deep breath, Byleth opened his mouth to ask Dimitri what he was doing in his room then stopped before the syllables could get even remotely close to his tongue.

No...no, that was wrong. That wasn’t the question he wanted to be asking. In fact, he didn’t need to be asking any questions right now. Tugging his shirt up over his head - it was a little awkward, having to undress in front of him but he doubted that Dimitri cared - Byleth thought for a moment then began to talk. He spoke in a low, quiet voice, making sure to keep his tone warm and smooth. He talked about the pregnant cat he’d found wandering the monastery and how excited he was for the kittens; he talked about how Ashe had to save a dish Mercedes was trying to make, laughingly commenting that you’d think after 5 years, she’d gotten better at cooking; he talked about the brightly colored fish he saw in the pond and how Alois scared it away by roaring like an injured bull when he saw it.

He just talked, letting the words flow naturally, staying far away from battles, strategy, wars and killing. If Dimitri was paying any kind of attention to him, he didn’t show it. His face remained still, blank but Byleth kept talking, all through the purposefully drawn out process of getting undressed, retrieving his a fresh undershirt to wear to bed and tugging it over his head, putting his clothes away and washing his hands and face. Dimitri said not one word in response. He didn’t even lift his head. When his nightly routine was finally finished, Byleth lingered for a moment, unsure of what to do next. He was exhausted, his bed was calling his name but with Dimitri right there, was it really alright for him to just fall asleep?

His answer came for him when Dimitri slowly stood. Certain that he was leaving, his tongue aching to ask why he’d come here, saddened that nothing really had come of this but hopeful that, perhaps, the result just wasn’t visible yet, Byleth offered a small smile, “Good night, Dimitri.”

No response, not that he was expecting one. He waited a moment for Dimitri to get moving, wanting to, at least, see him off but nothing. Dimitri continued to stand there, staring at nothing in particular. Blinking slowly, Byleth turned and climbed up into bed. It felt incredibly rude to do so but something told him that this might be what Dimitri was waiting for. It was as he was sinking underneath the covers that his assumption was proved correct, though not quite in the way he expected. From behind him came the sound of shifting fabric, clinking metal and quiet shuffling. Confused, Byleth glanced over his shoulder. His eyes widened in surprise.

Dimitri was undressing, methodically removing his armor and setting it aside. Mouth falling open a little, Byleth watched him for a few seconds until that empty blue gaze flickered over. Their eyes met. Byleth’s face flushed hotly. A soft hint of pink dusted Dimitri’s otherwise pale cheeks. Dimitri’s mouth turned down further into an annoyed frown. Looking away, his hair falling in a curtain around his face, he remained still, clutching the gauntlet he just removed. Ah, he didn’t want to be seen? Was that it? Rolling back over, his heart thudding wildly, Byleth lay still, listening to the sounds coming from behind him. What...what was going on here...? He...he didn’t get any of this.

There was one more thump then silence. Unconsciously holding his breath, Byleth waited to see what inexplicable thing might happen next. He wanted to look but didn’t want to risk Dimitri getting spooked. The next few moments were torture. They stretched into a millennia, seeming to grow longer and longer with every breath. Then, finally, soft, padding footsteps. Byleth sensed, rather than saw Dimitri walk over to the bed. His heart was going to break his ribs at this point. Squeezing his eyes tightly closed, he couldn’t help but jump a little when he felt pressure on the edge of the bed. Without a word, Dimitri climbed up behind him, sliding underneath the covers.

It was a tight squeeze - neither one of them were small by any definition of the word. Wriggling closer to the wall to give Dimitri as much room as possible, Byleth shivered when warm breath puffed against the back of his neck. Dimitri’s movements were tense and clumsy. His body was so tense, it felt like a wall of rock being pressed to his back. There didn’t seem any attempt to keep any distance between them. Dimiti plastered himself to Byleth, curling as close to his back as he could possibly get within the small confines of the bed.

Forcing himself to relax, hoping it would encourage Dimitri to follow suit, Byleth slowed the pace of his breathing to a steady, even beat. The smell of worn metal, musky smoke and sweat surrounded him. Despite the stiffness of Dimitri’s body behind him, his own rapid heartbeat and the strange fluttering in his belly, he was oddly...comfortable. It was strange - he was practically kissing the wall, he was so close to it but he didn’t want to move. Both out of the fear that the slightest twitch would send Dimitri flying away like a startled animal and just because...this, he liked it. The closeness of Dimitri’s body, his scent, his warmth, the feel of his skin pressed to his own, he...he couldn’t get enough of it.

“Do you want me to leave?” Dimitri suddenly murmured, his lips brushing against the back of his neck, sending a shiver racing down his spine.

Byleth snorted, “If I wanted you to leave, I would’ve stopped you a long while ago.” He paused for a moment then asked, “Do you want to leave?”

“No.” Dimitri responded softly after a elongated pause. “I don’t.”

Byleth nodded, “Then get some sleep.”

“I don’t sleep.” Dimitri said, even though his voice was already beginning to slur slightly.

“You will tonight.” Byleth replied encouragingly. When there came only a low hum in response, he took a risk, glancing over his shoulder. A fresh flood of heat poured into his cheeks. Close-! Dimitri’s face was so close-! When he turned around, their noses almost bumped together! Thank the Gods, Dimitri’s eye was closed so the embarrassment of meeting his gaze when they were so close was avoided. Letting out a slow breath, Byleth studied his face. Despite his insistence that he didn’t sleep, it was obvious he was already conked out. He couldn’t imagine that he had slept well at all these past few years. Judging from the dark bags underneath his eye, it felt safe to assume that his last good night’s rest was over five years ago.

That needed to change. Byleth slowly, cautiously rolled over onto his side, carefully watching Dimitri’s slumbering face for any sign that he was waking up. All that came out of the movement was a slight shift, a barely noticeable tremble of his full lips and a soft inhale. Settling onto his side, Byleth hesitated for a moment then reached up to brush a lock of hair away from Dimitri’s forehead. Honestly, he didn’t know if he could do it. He didn’t know if he could help him heal but...by all the fucking Gods in this war torn land, he was going to do everything he could to try to lead him back into the light.

Slipping forward, Byleth placed the lightest, gentlest kiss possible onto his smooth forehead and whispered, “Sleep well, Dimitri.”

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For five years, the only kind of physical contact Dimitri experiences is harsh blows: punches, slashes, powerful hands grabbing at his arm, his leg, his hair, anything that an enemy could take hold of. Physical contact starts to equal pain and anger, to the point that when someone so much as looks like they might touch them, his hand instinctively twitches, ready to grasp hold of his spear.

Then, Byleth comes back. Dimitri keeps his distance at first, too burdened by his own ghosts and demons to let them in but Byleth slowly, carefully chisels away at the previously thought impenetrable wall erected around him, slowly letting a brilliant beam of light pierce through that darkness. He resists at first, too comfortable in the asylum of misery he’s trapped himself in, too obsessed with revenge to waste even the slightest breath on anything else but Byleth keeps steadily pushing.

Until one day, an old habit returns. They’re so distracted by the strategy meeting that they don’t think about what they’re doing. Having noticed a long time ago just how badly Dimitri reacted to anyone trying to touch him, they’d purposefully kept their hands to themselves, not wanting to aggravate an already volatile situation but in that moment, they’re not thinking.

They’re standing, side by side (Dimitri, despite his insistence that he wanted to be left alone, always found his way to their side whenever there was a group gathering he was forced to attend). He says something; Byleth can’t quite remember what afterwards but before they can catch hold of themselves, they reach up and gently pat Dimitri on the head. It’s quite a reach, he’s grown so much since they last saw him. They used to do this all the time back when he was still just their student. Dimitri never said it aloud - rather, he always laughed a bit in playful aggravation, teasingly telling them that he was neither a child nor dog but he supposed, if it made them happy, he was happy to stand still and allow them to pet him like that - but they always knew...he loved it. He cherished it. That one split moment of connection, of praise, of closeness.

Byleth reacts quickly, jerking their hand away with a quickly mumbled apology. There’s no reaction from Dimitri. He stands stock still, his exhausted eyes focused on nothing at all. Gagging with guilty, terrified that that one little touch had just undone all the progress (what little there was) they had made, Byleth can no longer focus either. The meeting passes by in an agonizing blur but, to their shock, Dimitri doesn’t move from their side. He remains there as Gilbert closes out the meeting, as the others filter out of the classroom until there is the only two of them remaining. Byleth lingers for a moment more, hoping that Dimitri might say something, anything but all they can hear is the crickets chirping outside.

Sighing internally, certain that they had just made another massive error - so many in their lives, would they ever do anything right? - they start to leave as well, opening their mouth to quietly encourage Dimitri to go get some sleep. Only, a armored hand slides out, stopping them in their tracks. Still staring at the opposite wall, his face, as usual when it was devoid of rage or sadness, unreadable. Pausing, bracing themselves for an onslaught of seething accusations, Byleth’s eyes widen in surprise when Dimitri murmurs.

“Do you want to return to the past, Professor?”

Byleth tilts their head then shakes it, “No.”

Dimitri is silent for a moment before slowly turning a gaze onto them that is so empty, so lifeless, it makes their stomach clench, “Then why dredge up gestures of a time long past? Why attempt to act as though there is anything between you and I?”

Silently staring up at him, grateful for the extraordinary poker face that came so natural to them - if it weren’t for that, Dimitri would have easily seen just how much that one question had hurt them - Byleth said, “Do you want me to leave, Dimitri?”

“Yes. I want to be rid of you. Everything-” Dimitri’s voice cracked, “everything was so simple before you appeared again but then you-”

“Then kill me.” Byleth said, their voice a blade of ice, slashing through the oppressive tension. A massive wildfire of anger roared through their chest.

“...eh?” Dimitri breathed, and Byleth was triumphantly satisfied at the look of naked shock on his thin face.

“Kill me. You want me to leave? To be rid of me? Then.” They lashed forward to grab hold of Dimitri’s wrist in a vice grip. Predictably, Dimitri yanked back but he was caught off guard, it was easy to maneuver his armored hand to their throat. Forcibly curling his fingers around their neck, keeping their hard stare focused on his pale face, Byleth snarled, “This is the only way you’ll ever be rid of me. You’re more than capable of crushing someone’s windpipe so,” Byleth put more pressure on his fingers, forcing them to curl even tighter, “do it.”

“Let go.” Dimitri whispered, his blue eyes stretched wide open in fear, “Let go. Let go. Let go!”

A lump rose in the back of their throat. Someone might as well be plunging a dagger into their heart, that was how much it hurt. Relenting, Byleth released Dimitri’s hand, hating the way he recoiled, protectively curling in on himself, the arm they’d been holding pressed to his heaving chest. The anger was long gone, leaving only that sickening guilt once more. It seemed tonight was one where they were going to do everything wrong. Sighing, Byleth turned away, unable to bear looking into that pale, gaunt face. They missed him...they missed the Dimitri they once knew so much but...their hands curled into loose fists.

Pulling in a deep breath, Byleth said, “I’m sorry. That was inappropriate of-”

“Why...?” Dimitri ground out, his head hanging low. “Why do you linger? Why do you stay when all I am is just a ghost?! Why?!” His voice cracked horribly as he raised his head. Byleth resisted the impulsive urge to stumble backwards, their heart dropping down into their stomach when their eyes met a stare of utter torment. Tears rolled down Dimitri’s sunken cheeks. The dark bags under his eyes stood out when more prominently.

Gathering himself to his full height, he choked out, “Why?! Tell me! I am nothing but a vassal for my family’s revenge! A decaying corpse, a monster who’s only purpose is to kill! Why...tell me why...I...I can’t stand this. I can’t stand the way you look at me! I can’t stand this...this longing, this relief! I want to be rid of you! I never want to see you again but...” he sucked in a whistling, shaking breath, his head falling forward, blond hair hanging in front of his face, “the thought of you being gone again...terrifies me. Why...why must you haunt me like this?! Why can’t you leave me be?!”

Cold rushed through their veins, chilling every inch of their body. Struggling to take in breath, their lungs, their hearts seizing in the wake of choking grief, Byleth stared, unblinking, unmoving at his heaving shoulders, at his trembling hands, at him for a moment then slowly, so very slowly, so very carefully, reached up and set their hand on the crown of his head. Dimitri gasped sharply, his large body shuddering violently. Byleth fully expected him to smack their hand away but he remained still, his breath coming in huge, ragged gulps. Breathing in deep once more, wishing they had enough composure to calm themselves, they said softly, “You are...someone very important to me.”

“I was.” Dimitri snarled weakly.

Byleth shook their head, “You are. You were, you are and you always will be, Dimitri. I will not leave. I will not let you make me leave. Even if you hate it, even if you tell me that you despise me, that you don’t want to see me, I won’t leave. I promised myself a long time ago that I was going to protect you. That I was going to do whatever I could to ensure your happiness. Back then...there was nothing I could do, no way for me to help you forge a path towards peace, towards happiness but now?”

They let their hand fall away, stepping around Dimitri’s imposing figure, “Now, I will not allow anything to get in my way. You might hate me, you might hurt me but there is only one thing you can do to stop me from doing anything, everything to help you.”

Striding purposefully out of the room, Byleth said over their shoulder, “If you truly wish to remain a ghost, then kill me. Right now. I will not try to stop you.”

“You cannot save me.” Dimitri whispered but there was no conviction behind the words. “I am-”

Pausing mid-step, Byleth turned sharply to glare up into those conflicted eyes, “Will you kill me?”

“No.” Dimitri looked away, visibly trembling.

Nodding, Byleth continued down the hallway. Shadows played along the cracked walls. Their footsteps echoed through the silence. A few moments later, the familiar sound of Dimitri’s heavy boots clumping against the floor came from behind them. Following at a distance...but still following.

Keeping their head up high, Byleth said quietly, “When I woke up and learned how long it had been, you were the first one I thought of. I was terrified of what might have happened to you. I wanted to see you right away. Walking up the stairs of the monastery, seeing all the carnage then you, right there, as though fate itself had led us together, I knew.”

They wanted to glance over their shoulder, to see what kind of face Dimitri was making but forced themselves to keep looking forward. Pulling a deep breath, they said firmly, “I knew I would never leave you again.”

#dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #fire emblem three houses #fe 3h spoilers #dimitri x byleth #dimileth

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blackfen · 5 years

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prompts still open for

sidlink

sheith

viravos

zero(m!)kami

ryo(m!)kami

(m!)corriander

bakudeku

endhawks

erasermight

send ‘em my way if you got ‘em <3

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blackfen · 5 years

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h e l l o b y a n y c h a n c e w o u l d y o u w r i t e a n o m e g a v e r s e p r o m t? I f i ‘ t s n o t r o u b l e t h a t i s (sidlink👀)

heya

yes, i write omegaverse so that’d be a-okay with me <3

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Prompt: Keith handling very sleepy shiro

pls don’t disturb the sleepy boy, keef, he needs his rest

He managed to catch the bottle of water just as it was slipping out of Shiro’s fingers. Shiro jerked upright, blinking blearily, before easing back down onto the couch, his eyes closing once more. Clumsily reaching out to catch hold of Keith’s other hand, he missed a couple times before the cool, smooth metal of his mechanical digits were able to catch hold of him. Bringing it to his mouth, he pressed a sloppy kiss to his knuckles. Wearing a small smile, Keith set the bottle aside, making a mental note to stick it back in the fridge after he handled this situation. Probably his fault for trying to get some food into Shiro’s belly after he’d gotten home from a long day at work. The moment he plopped down onto the couch to wait for the food to be ready, it became immediately obvious that sleep was going to take first place.

Bending down, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear, Keith murmured, “Come on, Shiro, let’s go to bed.”

There came a soft hum from Shiro, who made no move to get up. Sighing, chastising his past self for not getting him into bed right away, Keith stepped forward, placing a hand on Shiro’s shoulder to give him a gentle shake. As much as he hated to rouse him when he looked so peaceful, it was better to get him into bed now, rather than having a groggy Shiro wandering around in the middle of the night. Not to mention, Shiro tended to get grumpy when they couldn’t spend the night together so it’d be avoiding that as well.

“Shiro…whoa!”

Since he was bent over, he was off balanced, making it all the easier for Shiro to tug him down on top of him. Landing with a soft ‘oomph’, Keith found himself encased in the strong hold of Shiro’s arms. Sighing softly, rolling his eyes, he rested his chin between Shiro’s pecs, shooting him an exasperated look that went entirely unnoticed. A pleasant tingle of heat rose to his cheeks. He had spoiled him way too much. Letting out a slow huff, he wriggled around a little to get into a more comfortable position. Shiro’s arms curled tighter around him, one large hand landing on his back. Thick, calloused fingers slowly stroked up and down his spine. Was this asshole even asleep? Keith looked up at him. His eyes were closed, expression peaceful. He wished he had his phone so he could snap a pic.

“Shiro?” Keith asked quietly.

“Mm?” Shiro hummed, the sound coming from low in his chest.

“Let’s get you into bed, come on.”

“Five more minutes.” Shiro mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to Keith’s forehead, pushing his broad fingers through his hair.

Sighing again, Keith internally threw his hands up in defeat. No way he was going to win this one. Grateful that he hadn’t gotten dinner cooking yet, he snuggled closer to Shiro’s muscular chest. Fine, five more minutes then this old man was going to be getting into bed. Reaching up to slide off Shiro’s glasses, he set them beside the water bottle. Keith pushed himself up slightly to brush his lips against Shiro’s in a soft, light kiss, the corners of his mouth tilting into a small grin when Shiro pushed up into him, letting out a slow exhale through his nose. Lowering himself back down, he tucked his head underneath his chin. He needed to be careful or he might just fall asleep as well then no one would be getting this spoiled old man into his actual bed.

#voltron legendary defender #voltron #sheith #Anonymous

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