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Freedom and Good-byes

Thank you so much for the boundless patience as always, @breeachuuu! I hope you like it! Watch out for the sin, ye who enters!

Summary: It was time to unite Fódlan under one banner -- the Kingdom's -- and end this was once and for all. Wolfie's days in this foreign land were numbered, but he would come back. For his love, for Dimitri, and for his own future...

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The last battle for Fódlan’s liberation was nigh.

Byleth, Dimitri and Wolfram returned from their meeting with Edelgard after the sun had set and immediately headed to the last war council before the end.

They would attack at dawn, just between the window when the imperial mages would be replacing the magical barriers and under the cloak of the darkest hour before sunrise. Wolfie would play a no small role in the invasion as well — he would be in charge of destroying the gates for their troops to storm in, placing him in the very front of the frontlines.

He wouldn’t have it any other way, of course, especially since Dimitri would be leading the vanguard as a true Savior King — as the troops had begun calling him — so they would fight side by side.

Wolfie still — and probably never will be — couldn’t get used to all the fighting; especially not the killing, but he would persevere. For his mission, for Byleth and, most of all, for Dimitri.

This time, they entered the meeting hand in hand, proudly standing side by side as strategies flew back and forth, atop Enbarr’s map placed on the table. Anyone who had eyes could see that they shared a bond stronger than friendship, especially since they weren’t very good at hiding when they thought they were ‘alone’.

Regardless, Wolfram’s role in the army had never been questioned, especially not after his Divine revelation. Honestly, no one was more worthy of being with the future King of the unified Fódlan than him, though he probably couldn’t see it himself — at least, not yet.

As the meeting stretched on well into the night, Byleth had to forcefully call it off. They would be of no use in battle if they didn’t get a proper night’s rest, so she shooed everyone out of the tent and ordered them, as their Professor and strategist, to sleep.

After suddenly being thrown out, Wolfie and Dimi stayed in a stunned silence for about a second before dissolving into giggles under the watch of the stars.

“I can’t believe she just did that! We were on a roll!” Wolfie complained, puffing his cheeks adorably.

Dimitri chuckled as they walked hand in hand through camp, a slight flush heating up his face from his lover’s adorableness.

Hearing Dimitri’s laugh, Wolfie’s cheeks puffed up more, though it was mostly him trying to mask his embarrassment/excitement rather than being actually upset about it.

Unable to contain himself, Dimitri caressed Wolfram’s face, trailing down his fingers to his braid, picking it up and taking it to his lips.

“Thank you once again for being with me, Wolfram. I do not know what I would have done without you.”

“Um, I,” Wolfie’s eyes spun as his heart rate spiked. “O-of course, Dimi. I’ll always be there for you. A-always…” he looked down, the realization of that promise dawning on him like a bucket of cold water.

He wanted to be with Dimitri forever.

The feelings welling up in his chest threatened to burst just for entertaining the mere thought of hugging him and kissing him again. Of being with him and waking up with him and laughing with him and—

“I just love you so much,” he blurted out, his thought process a mess since he’d been unable to freely transform and stretch his wings.

“...!” Dimitri let out a silent gasp, twitching his hand in Wolfie’s in surprise. “I… love you as well.” He replied, unaware of Wolfram’s inner turmoil, though his words served only to fan the flames inside Wolfie’s mind.

As they conversed, they had walked following each other to nowhere in particular, ending up at the edge of camp. Wolfie looked up, beet red from the exchange.

“Can…” he looked around, as if he could see anything or anyone other than Dimitri in front of him before looking up to the literal Prince Charming staring down at him with that wonderful blue gaze. “Can I kiss you?”

Dimitri’s lips quivered with the question, and he licked them without realizing — Wolfie mimicked the action inadvertently, his throat suddenly going dry.

“Of,” Dimitri exhaled, the spring night of the Empire much, much warmer than the one back in Faerghus. “Of course…” he leaned down to Wolfie’s lips, wrapping his arms around the other’s thin waist.

Wolfram closed his eyes as he enveloped his arms around Dimitri’s neck with the ease of habit, opening his lips to welcome the prince’s uncertain, but hungry tongue.

They shared a nervous kiss under the moonlight, melting into one another’s bodies.

As Dimitri’s tongue roamed inside Wolfie’s mouth, they started to get out of breath, but simply could not pull away from each other. Wolfram started losing strength in his legs, leaning on Dimitri for support as the kiss turned more and more intense. Their bodies heated by the second, but they refused to pull away from one another.

“Mhm…” Wolfie rolled his eyes in pleasure, panting under Dimitri’s relentless tongue.

The longer the kiss went, the harder it was to pull away, until Wolfram started feeling something poking at the tip of his stomach and squirmed under Dimitri’s rock-solid grip.

“Diimi… Dimi…” he bemoaned, gasping for air.

Under the stupor of their shared heat, Dimitri slowly opened his eye to look at Wolfie’s disheveled and flushed mien. “Yes…?” He huffed with the herculean effort it took to pull away from those sweet lips.

“There’s… something here,” Wolfie mumbled, not fully coherent and limp like a wet noodle, as he squirmed his waist along Dimi’s.

“T-That’s—” Dimitri suddenly pulled away, his face shimmering in a deep red. “I— Forgive me, I— I think it would be better if you went back first… I… I should take care of… things… before returning…” he blabbered, unsure if he should hide his face or the bulge in his pants.

Wolfie widened his eyes in surprise at the monument growing right there, suddenly feeling parched. “Um…” his head spun and his mouth spoke before he could think properly. “It’s okay. Can I… can I see it?” He asked without taking his eyes off of it, missing the egregious expression in Dimitri’s face, though he could’ve sworn he saw the bulge grow bigger… or maybe it was a trick played by the moonlight.

Regardless, that wasn’t important at that moment.

The important thing was that, as soon as Dimitri nodded, they held hands and ran to the nearest tent — thankfully, Dimitri had a tent for himself as the next King, so they headed there in a stupor.

At some point, they started kissing again, but Wolfie was just so focused and curious about it all, he immediately helped Dimitri out of his armor as soon as they reached the bed.

Wolfie could see well in the dark, though he wished he had lit some candles after they went inside — he knew he was missing the details under the chiseled muscles and rough scars Dimitri’s body was hiding.

The proportions under there were all so well distributed it made Wolfie’s mind spin. He remembered the first time he saw Dimitri shirtless after they reunited and oh boy, seeing it all again, but now from a different angle and while he was breathing so heavily and all flushed like that — it was simply inexplicable.

However, the proportion that caught him off guard was that of Dimitri’s manhood.

By Naga, how big it was.

Wolfie felt his own pants tightening in response, as he tried to gulp with a dry throat.

Dimitri squirmed in the silence as Wolfram’s shimmering eyes scavenged his body. “Wolfram…” he squeaked, snapping Wolfie out of the stupor.

Dimitri’s perfection was too much for the poor manakete to handle all at once. Still, his words outpaced his thoughts once again, and his hands moved on their own.

“Can… Can I touch it?” he huffed, sitting on the bed, in the middle of Dimitri’s crossed legs.

The prince covered his face with both hands, his voice sounding muffled. “You do not need to ask permission for everything…” he almost cried, his embarrassed voice much too stimulating.

Wolfie gulped, then touched the tip slightly, retracting his finger immediately. Dimitri flinched with the sudden touch, but only let out a shivering breath. Veins bulged out of his arms in the effort it took to stay put rather than succumb to his most primal instincts, but he managed to stay in place.

Once again Wolfram reached out for it, but this time, enveloped it with his hand. It was so big he almost couldn’t close his hand around it — were he a woman or just slightly shorter, he probably wouldn’t have been able to.

By Naga, just that thought made Wolfie salivate. He moved his hand up and down slowly, watching as Dimitri hardened his entire body in self-control while biting his lips so as to muffle his moans.

The lips…

Wolfie leaned in to lick them, making Dimitri widen his eye in surprise and let out a moan escape as he opened his mouth to welcome Wolfram.

As if being released by a binding spell, Dimitri finally moved his hands, focusing on taking off Wolfram’s clothes. The faster he moved, the faster Wolfie touched him, forcing his reason to go further and further away from his mind.

“W-Wolfram…” he grunted as the climax rose from within his chest and escaped through Wolfie’s fingers. His seeds burst out of him, thick and milky, landing on both his and Wolfie’s chest, as well as drenching Wolfie’s hand entirely.

“So much came out…” Wolfie looked at his dripping hand, and, as if in a trance, took it to his behind. “Can I…” he was about to ask, but Dimitri was faster.

“Yes… Yes, you can.” He almost pleaded as Wolfie moved his hips up and down inadvertently, almost seductively so. Dimitri watched, patiently but painfully, as Wolfie coated his behind with Dimitri’s own semen and slowly descended on his erection.

“It’s… it’s so big,” Wolfie huffed, his body feeling hotter than when he used the dragonstone to transform. He didn’t know that, but his draconic skin shimmered with the moonlight filtering through the flaps of the tent, making the scene look holy in a debauched manner.

Dimitri closed his eye in pleasure, holding Wolfie’s hips for support. “If… If you wish to stop…” he said with a thin voice, almost not wanting to say it, but forcing himself to. He cared more about Wolfram than about his own pleasure, after all. It was still so hard to say.

Oh, so hard.

It felt so good, even with just the tip in.

“No… No… I can do it, we can do it…” Wolfie rolled his head to the sides, drunk in the pleasure just the tip was giving him. He lowered himself further, further and further down. As his stomach filled to the point of bursting, he felt like there was no end to it, but the moment his crotch touched Dimitri’s, they let out a sigh of pleasure in unison.

They were complete.

They were one.

By Naga, it felt so good.

Dimitri dug his face into Wolfie’s shoulder, his breathing erratic. “Wolfram… can I…”

“You can… Please, please, don’t ask…” The roles turned around, but neither of them noticed it. Wolfie simply couldn’t think anymore — he just wanted to be with Dimitri, to feel Dimitri, to taste Dimitri… his mind was spinning.

Dimitri carefully held Wolfie’s hips with one hand and slid the other one behind his neck, changing their positions so he would be on top.

“Mhhhn…” Wolfie squeezed his eyes in a painful pleasure as the penetration felt deeper once it was out of his control, but he couldn’t let go. No, instead, he grasped harder at Dimitri’s hair and crossed his legs around the prince’s waist.

Locked in their lovemaking, Dimitri claimed Wolfie’s lips once more as he started to move slowly at first. He dug his tongue into Wolfram’s mouth, accelerating the rhythm of both the kiss and their lower bodies with each new breath they took.

Tears of pleasure rolled down Wolfie’s cheeks as Dimtiri’s thrusts dug deeper and harder into him, molding him into Dimitri’s shape.

“Ah… hahh…” Wolfie gasped for air, digging his claws on Dimitri’s back as the heat spread around his body like a wildfire. “I l-love… ah… you…” he slurred the words, delirious as the pleasure was too much to take. “Dimi…”

“And I… you… my love…” Dimitri grunted as he pounded harder into Wolfie, their bodies so in sync, they felt the epitome of pleasure at the same time — Dimitri released himself inside Wolfram as Wolfie’s seeds spread between their bodies, as a testament of their shared lovemaking.

Panting, but still joined, the couple shared a groggy kiss to seal their vows under the heated imperial night.

With the events of the previous night etched into their hearts and bodies, Wolfram and Dimitri rode into battle with a renewed resolve.

Dimitri would ask Wolfram to stay.

Wolfie would tell Dimitri he would come back for him.

There was no future where the two of them weren’t together; it simply wasn’t possible — not anymore.

However, they still had to win that future in today’s battle.

With the dawning sun at their backs, Dimitri stood at the front, holding his Hero’s Relic that shone with a shimmering red. His mind was clear, and his voice carried the weight of all the lives of those he lost — and the lives of those he would protect, now and in the future.

“Sons of Fódlan!” He roared, truly fitting for the leader of the Blue Lions. “My brothers,” he spoke more softly, though with no less conviction. “For too long have we been fighting. For too long have we failed to protect our loved ones, our families… Our homes.” He shook his fist with regret, but raised his head as the first rays of sunlight peeked through the mountains. “Ere the sun rises!” he pointed his spear upwards, “the first day of the rest of our lives! Today we fight to reclaim our peace, to save those in need… Today we fight for unification and understanding! Today we fight to see another day! By all that you hold dear on this good earth, I bid you stand, Men of the Kingdom!” He rallied, the thunder in his voice clapping on the heart of every single soldier there.

The drums of war resounded, deafened by the troops’ roars. Spears, swords, shields, bows and tomes shot upwards, to the sun — to the future they would reclaim with their own hands.

Roused by the Savior King’s speech, the army charged forward, following the path Wolfram opened with his powers.

With such high morale, the Kingdom’s army trampled through the resistance, no matter what was being thrown at them.

Enbarr was littered with Demonic and Magical Beasts both of which did not care who was friend and who was foe — destruction was their only objective and there lay no unturned stone where one such beasts was.

Dimitri made sure to instruct all soldiers not to pillage nor deliver unnecessary judgment, but to also rescue any civilians or surrendered soldiers in danger.

The battle would have ended sooner had he just focused on charging on ahead, but he had grown from that.

Charging on ahead without caring for anyone wasn’t going to achieve his goal — even if it would, he would be alone in the end regardless. A future of him sitting upon a pile of corpses in a field of tragedy could not be considered as such.

Bloodsoaked as he was, he still could do something good with the power that had been given him — and taking back a once doomed future was exactly it.

They marched on ahead, finding more and more Demonic Beasts the closer they got to the palace. Their stench was everywhere, to the point of numbing Wolfram’s nose.

“Dimitri!” Wolfram called from the sky, his voice being carried by the wind. “There’s something really powerful inside. It’s like one of those beasts, but somehow more…” he trailed off, unsure of even what he was warning his beloved about.

But Dimitri nodded with a deep frown. “Thank you, Wolfram,” he said firmly, turning to Byleth for counsel.

They had to adapt their strategies once they stormed the castle — they would go from an open city to a closed fortress, after all — but there was no time to rest on their laurels.

The battle was nigh, and soon they discovered the source of Wolfie’s anxiety: The Hegemon Husk, a gargantuan demonic beast that was waiting for them at the throne room, as if it was its owner.

Wolfram had used his Naga ability only once when a group of beasts were swarming a church, but he felt that he could still use it one or two more times if needed — and the boy was sure it would be.

Normal attacks bounced off of the Husk, not to mention the humongous reach its attacks had. Once they all got closer, however, they realized it was not a simple monster — it was Edelgard in the flesh, consumed by whatever foul power had made the beasts in the first place.

Dimitri and the others had been fighting towards a better future, one that all could live in peace and harmony. Edelgard held similar ideals, once. Or at least it was what she seemed to have believed when they had met at that secret summit.

However, now she looked like nothing more than a demon ready to swallow the world — and its peace with it.

The Savior King stood tall in front of the monster many times his size, brandishing a lance of legend. Many artists would try to recreate this moment in the future — of Dimitri’s holy aura; of the dark path that lay behind him as he trailed towards a bright future; of the monster the size of a mountain that stood in his path… But none would make it justice.

The scene felt somewhat holy — and Wolfram wasn’t even a big part in it, despite what people believed about his ancestry. It was the tale of a single man, carrying the weight of the world in his shoulders, standing down in front of impossible odds and still being able to overcome them.

His gaze was unwavering as he looked up to the beast. “To be changed beyond all recognition… That is what lies at the end of the ideals you served so diligently.” He adopted a battle stance. “I have no pity for one such as you. If that is the future you hoped for, then you deserve no compassion.”

Having said that, Dimitri started his onslaught against the Husk, being aided by his comrades, by his classmates, by his Professor… and by his beloved. Together, with the strength of all who would lend it, the odds tipped in their favor and, after a fierce day and night of battle, the Husk toppled over, dissolving into dust.

It revealed the real Edelgard underneath, her face devoid of emotion as she looked up to Dimitri in defeat. Wolfie reverted his transformation, landing right behind Dimitri, gripping at his cloak for support.

Edelgard glanced at the boy, then to Dimitri, her silver hair cascading down her shoulders.

“El…” Dimitri reached out to her, comfortable with Wolfie’s support behind him. However, Edelgard reached for the dagger inside her cloak and threw it at Dimitri in a last spur of strength.

“Dimitri…!” Wolfie gasped, unable to catch the action that had been too quick even for his heightened senses.

Dimitri simply grunted as the dagger pierced under his armor’s bindings on his left shoulder, his right hand moving by instinct and stabbing her with his lance at the same time. She crumpled lifelessly on the ground as Wolfie reached to cast healing magic right away, watching as the dagger fell on the ground under the healed flesh.

After an entire day of death, after fighting through the night and breaching the darkness, Dimitri turned around to the open door.

The sun was shining once again.

It shone as if reminding them all not to lose hope; not to forget that a new day would always dawn, no matter how dark the previous night had been.

He took Wolfie’s hand and headed towards the light, though he hesitated for a moment, meaning to look back at Edelgard one last time before the end; however, Wolfie didn’t let him. He pulled him this time, leading the Savior King to his faithful subjects; leading him straight to the victory roar and into the embrace of the sun.

Dimitri squeezed Wolfie’s hand in his, smiling, then grinning, then laughing happily as the bright rays of sunlight shone on his golden hair, reflecting a precious, precious memory that Wolfram would never, ever forget.

His heart full, and his lips stuck in a permanent smile, Wolfie felt tears trickling down his cheeks as an immense weight was lifted from his chest.

It was over.

It was finally, finally over.

He had arrived in this land no older than a boy, lost and without a true purpose in his home world. He had been born in an Era after the end — in an Era that had seen the end, fought against it and reclaimed its peace with its own bloodsoaked hands.

He had been born unto a loving family and an even more loving home, but was thrust upon this world to help it fight against its own end. No year of training could have truly prepared him for what he had witnessed and experienced in Fódlan.

No wise counsels from his siblings, no ‘cool life hacks’ from his father, no amount of information from his mother — nothing could have truly prepared him for Fódlan. He had arrived as nothing more than a young man, loved by his family.

From nothing, he had acquired so much.

He had done so much.

He had befriended so many people, he had learned so much about himself, about humanity, about his own species and their distant cousins.

He had learned about true love.

Looking at the scene in front of him, at the scene that had seemed to have stopped in time — of a smiling Dimitri, being showered with confetti and praises by their comrades, by the people and even by the surrendered soldiers. A halo of light shone behind him, or perhaps that was simply his golden hair dancing with dawn.

Wolfie had truly, fully finally learned what life was about only after embarking on this long yet short journey.

For five, lonely years he dove into his faith, following what he had been destined to do.

For five, lonely years he prayed, depositing more and more power into the tiny dragonstone he carried.

For five, lonely years he worshiped the small, handmade shrine. One that would play a great part in the future, though he was still not aware of how yet.

Yet, after his dragonstone cracked, he had been unable to focus on his prayers. Not even a whisper from Naga could be heard, even in the most silent of nights.

But that was about to change.

With the weight lifted from his heart and mind, Wolfram’s body, exhausted from overusing his ultimate ability and for staying transformed for so long without pause, reached the point of enlightenment.

He could turn his head and see no one moving; he could see the trails of the wind and he could smell the color of the sun.

As his heart pounded and his ears rang, Wolfram heard it for the first time in what felt like an eternity.

“Young One, the time is nigh.” He heard the voice, though it felt like he was reading the words being written by the sky. “Go now, to the place where you used your power to save those in need.”

Wolfram couldn’t breathe, but he could feel all the molecules of air around him at the same time.

“Naga…?” he croaked out, his body somehow merging into the unknown, becoming part of the sky.

He saw Enbarr as if he was looking down at a model city, complete with the destroyed buildings and even the people moving in real time. His field of vision narrowed nauseatingly quickly, taking him to the back of the church he had first used his power Naga at.

At a small shrine right behind the church, close to a small fountain, there shone a lingering pool of light, connected by a white thread that ran all the way back to him.

As if he had made the trip himself — or at least his soul had — Wolfie was thrown back into his body forcefully, slumping down the moment he felt he was made of flesh again.

The light was too blinding, and the noises were too indistinguishable for him to focus. His vision blurry, he could barely make out what Dimitri was saying, as if they were separated by a thick glass.

“Dimi… I have…” he tried to move his dry lips, but soon darkness claimed him, and all that awaited was a forced slumber.

It all happened in an instant.

Barely had they stepped out of the throne room into the courtyard, Dimitri only had time to look at Wolfie and smile before the manakete collapsed in his arms, mumbling his name.

“Wolfram!” Dimitri’s blood ran cold. “Speak to me!” he tapped Wolfie’s pale cheeks.

“Medic!” Byleth yelled from behind, quickly putting herself between Dimitri and Wolfram. “Give him some space,” she elbowed him as she raised her voice. “Manuela and Hanneman!”

Although Byleth wasn’t completely in tune with the Blood inside of her — Sothis had disappeared way too early for that, and the talks she had with Wolfie about his world hadn’t nearly been enough — she felt an instability in Time itself for a moment there.

It felt like when she used a Divine Pulse, but somehow on a bigger scale, which was absurd. What could be bigger than turning back the hands of time itself?

Yet, she could feel the lingering presence of a Blood in the air, as if reality itself was distorting to accommodate it. She could see a thin, silvery thread coming out of Wolfie’s locket towards the city, and that thread was consuming his power at a constant pace.

“Gods above!” Hanneman cursed in shock, “this is a severe mana exhaustion. Manuela, let us hurry and make a transfusion right away.” Being a renowned mage and Crest expert, Hanneman noticed the problem Byleth had seen but had no name for right away. He lifted his sleeves as Byleth lay Wolfie down on the grass, taking the boy’s hand the next moment.

Manuela grumbled something about not receiving orders from Hanneman, but acted quickly for the sake of the patient on the ground.

The two of them interacted with the mana circles inside Wolfie’s heart, infusing some of their own magic into him to supplement the sudden depletion.

“That should do it for now,” Manuela said after a few minutes, though Wolfie’s countenance did not look any better.

“Perhaps, but not quite,” Hanneman twisted his lips with a frown. “Something is consuming his mana at a steady rate. If this goes on, he will simply collapse again.”

“That’s why I said ‘for now’, you old coot,” Manuela growled. “We have to find the cause quickly — otherwise, even our mana will be depleted.”

“Is it that grave?” Dimitri crouched beside them, caressing Wolfie’s pale cheek.

“It can be if we cannot find the source quickly,” Manuela tried to whisper, but had to yell due to the festive hollers and loud cries all around them. Wolfie passing out was just a drop amidst all the chaos the end of the war entailed.

There were a few onlookers crowding around them, but they did not linger for long amidst all the huddling and jostling.

Byleth looked at the thread, then to Dimitri. “I think I know the cause,” she said, then turned to Manuela and Hanneman. “How long can he stay away from you two? I need to take him somewhere, but if it’s too dangerous…”

“As Manuela said, he should be fine for the time being. The mana being consumed is not much, but it is being depleted at a steady rate. A few hours, perhaps.”

Manuela bobbed her head to the side, then concurred. “Yes. I would rather you took me too, but I’m not confident I can follow after you two,” she waved to the two overpowered beings in front of her.

The bearer of the Crest of Blaiddyd who sported superhuman strength and the Avatar of the Goddess herself. Yeah, Manuela would not be able to keep up with them if they ran at full speed.

“Just bring him back right away if you can’t undo the spell.”

“Alright,” Byleth nodded, meaning to carry Wolfie in her arms, but Dimitri placed one hand on her shoulder, asking for permission. She took a step back, allowing the King to hold his Consort preciously in his arms.

“Lead the way, Professor,” he said in a grave voice, his heart trembling inside his chest.

Byleth pressed her lips into a thin line, then ran ahead, jumping over people and roofs, following the thread mostly by instinct rather than by sight.

The Presence was faint, but constant, as if guiding her feet towards it.

The closer she got to the source, the more silent the surroundings became. Soon, as they dove deep into the buildings, even the light took a while to keep up with them, shrouding them in darkness.

Yet, the place they went to — a small church that could be easily overlooked if one did not know where to look — somehow shone in an otherworldly glow. Time felt slow around it.

As they approached, Wolfie showed signs of waking up.

“Wolfram!” Dimitri flinched, quickly finding a nearby bench to place Wolfie on. “Are you alright? Talk to me, my love…”

“Dimi…” Wolfie rolled his head to the sides, “I gotta… Naga said it’s time to go… I…” he blabbered, his vision blurry and his tongue numb. Tears rolled down his temples, wetting his pointy ears. “I didn’t know it would be so soon…” he sobbed.

“Wolfram…” Dimitri hardened his jaw. He wanted Wolfram to stay. Of course he did.

But if he was to suffer from mana depletion for the rest of his days… if he was to stay in a hospital bed, receiving transfusions just for his own selfishness, then…

Then, there was no other choice.

“But you must,” Dimitri said in a choked voice. “You must go, Wolfram.”

He pointed to the fountain that shone brighter and brighter. Each droplet of water shone in a rainbow-colored light, as if the ever-changing surface of the water would reflect something else. Someplace else.

“Dimi…” Wolfie got up with Byleth and Dimitri’s help. “I couldn’t even say goodbye…” He groaned, light-headed and miserable.

“Still, you must,” Dimitri urged, his Adam's apple going up and down uncomfortably. “You must go and…” he reached for the Hero Relic strapped to his back — to Areadbhar, the lance passed down in the royal family since the dawn of the Kingdom. He took it and placed it on Wolfie’s hands. “You must go and come back. Come back to us. To… to me.”

“B-but this is your lance!” Wolfie protested, gripping at the Relic for support.

“It is. You must return it to me, Wolfram. Promise me you will. Promise me you will return.” Dimitri grasped Wolfie’s hand on the lance. “You taught me selfishness, and I am aware this is a tall order I am asking, however… You must come back to me, Wolfram. I simply cannot be without you.”

Wolfie sniffled. “Dimiii!” He let go of the lance, jumping into Dimitri’s embrace. “Of course I’ll come back. I’ll find a way to come back and I won’t ever leave you alone again. We’ll be together forever.”

Dimitri’s nose stung with tears. “Yes,” he dug his face into Wolfie’s shoulder. “We will.”

“I love you, Dimi.” Wolfie hiccuped, kissing the prince’s ear, making him flinch.

“And I, you,” Dimitri replied in kind, letting go of their hug just enough for their lips to meet.

None of them thought that this was how the war would end.

They thought they would have the time to propose — for Dimitri — and the time to plan for a comeback — for Wolfram.

Yet, the Destiny’s Call was relentless in its pursuit for righteousness. It had to fix the otherworldly variable now that the worst had passed.

And it was the two lovers that had to be separated in the process.

Their last kiss was hungry, yet sorrowful. It longed for more, but it was pressed for time.

If only time could stop at that moment, to give them just a little bit more time together. Just a little bit more.

However, it was Aquilo’s cry from the sky that made the couple separate sluggishly, unwilling to part. He had also felt the distortion in the air, and followed the trio closely as they made their way into the city.

It was time.

Wolfie picked up Areadbhar from the floor, dusted it and held it close to his chest.

“Just don’t use it in battle,” Byleth patted Wolfie’s shoulder with a smile.

“Duly noted,” Wolfie let out a hollow chuckle, then glanced back at Dimitri. “I’ll be back soon.”

“I shall be waiting for you.” He took Wolfie’s hand and kissed it, watching it slip away from his fingers as the dazzling light enveloped the fountain, then the entire area around them, swallowing Wolfie and Aquilo both in its almighty glow.

Just like that, in the blink of an eye, Wolfram was gone, and Byleth and Dimitri were left alone at the back of the church.

Dimitri’s shoulders slumped for a moment as his face was covered by his bangs, but soon he looked up to the sky — the same sky Wolfram always loved to trail on about; the same sky that he was sure Wolfie would be looking up to wherever he was.

Looking at that sky, Dimitri smiled.

They would see each other again.

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