❝Right In The Heart!❞

It’s so wonderful to be back on my blog!! I’ve had a really hectic year that’s kept me away from writing at all, and it’s seems 2020 just keeps getting more chaotic,, I really hope you’ve all been safe and taking care of yourselves!! I missed everyone so dearly!! 💖 I have a couple of announcements I’m gonna put here concerning the blog!!

➼At the moment, requests WILL BE CLOSED. I apologize, I wanted to keep requests open at all times but I want to focus on doing old requests that I was never able to get to and finish those before focusing on new ones!! Although I do still accept emergency requests!!

➼I have reached over 400 followers!! I am so so grateful that people still decided to support me even after I disappeared and I cannot express my gratitude to those who followed me during my absence!! At the moment I have no idea what I’m going to do in celebration, I was thinking maybe write a fanfic? I’m still very unsure, so if you have any ideas at all please feel free to suggest them!!

➼I have built a masterlist through google docs/spreadsheet, so if you ever need it feel free to ask for it!! The masterlist for tumblr is still under construction, as are the rules, but they should be done soon!! (The blog itself is also under construction meaning changes may be frequent!!)

I dunno if this classifies as a request or anything but last time I showed you my Niles he was incomplete so I felt the need to show you that he’s done, and been done for a while lol

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Comin right up my dear! Hope you enjoyed this prompt, angst is still one of my favorite things to write! I used gender neutral pronouns for Grima since you didn’t specify which one! Hope that’s alright!! Hopefully this came out ok or how you wanted it to, if not rewrites are always open!! (I’m so so sorry this is so late but hey!! I’m back everyone :)

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➼Grima had never been the friendliest hero in the Askrian castle (if you could even call them a hero). Cold, rude, and constantly spouting threats at anyone who even looked at them the wrong way. They were the fell dragon after all, so you were never very surprised when Chrom or Lucina came to you with another complaint about them.

➼But for some odd reason they seemed very... attached to you. At first they had been distant, the same with you as everyone else, but it had barely taken them any time at all before they grew quite accustomed to you. (And it’s not as if you were complaining, while Grima wasn’t exactly friendly their overprotective nature was cute!) You often found yourself spending the day with them, making friendly small talk considering they tried to ignore you or called your talk ‘pointless’ most of the time.

➼As for Grima themselves, they weren’t sure why they were like this towards you. You were nothing, a mere worm in their presence. But the more they listened to your useless chatter, the more you practically glued yourself to their side , they found an odd feeling growing in their chest. Something they couldn’t explain, which was on the verge of driving them mad. Maybe someone had hexed them? They’d be sure to find out who.

➼Grima was one of your strongest heroes, always joining you and your main team to dispatch enemies. They were more than happy to kill, and sometimes even seemed even more eager when killing for you. They showed off the many soldiers that they practically shredded to you, and although it was disgusting, you’d smile sweetly and congratulate them.

➼But even evil gods needed breaks, according to Anna. Today was Grima’s off duty day, and you could tell they were a little more than irritated with this. They followed you around and complained about it all day, repeating the same mantra of how ‘you’d never win without them there’ and ‘they were the strongest god in the entire castle’. You could only roll your eyes playfully at their childish whining.

➼You assured them you would be fine,

➼An hour or two passes before the crackle of magic filled the air, and a burning portal opened between the magic stones. The healer tents and backup heroes that had camped nearby all snapped to alert, but no one came through for a good while.

➼And then their replacement stumbled through, someone slumped over on her back. Her clothes were filthy and smeared with blood, but she didn’t seem injured whatsoever, rather the person crudely bandaged up in stained white cloth on her back was. She called out for healers, shifting the lifeless figure into her arms, and Grima managed to get a good look at the wounded person. And then their heart stopped.

➼That was you. You had been practically ripped open, your cloak in tatters and wrapped around your middle in a desperate attempt to stop your open wound. You weakly writhed in pain as healers frantically rushed to your side and placed hands on your injuries to stop the blood, and the cry you made finally spurred Grima into action.

➼They shove others out of the way, hissing and growling at anyone who challenged them. They pushed their replacement away, cradling your head in their hands and not failing to notice the way your eyes stare blankly ahead.

➼“You idiot! You damned fool! Who did this to you? This wouldn’t have happened if I were there! And now...”

➼You were to weak to argue, instead letting out a small whine and grasping their cloak. They stopped themselves from yelling at you any further, instead redirecting their anger to the rest of the heroes finally retreating through the portal and the woman that went instead of them.

➼While you were whisked away, Grima screeched and yelled at Alfonse until he finally spilled the story. You had been unguarded, left in the open while trying to catch up with your personal guard. An axe wielder had easily cornered you, and before any of them knew it, Mareeta had spotted you stumbling towards them desperately with major injuries and soldiers hot on your heels to finish the job.

➼Grima was angry. Beyond furious. They wanted to find those miserable creatures that hurt you and make them pay. They wanted them to feel exactly what you felt. They wanted them to die.

➼But they waited, worry they would never admit to feeling gnawing at Grima’s cold heart. They ripped flowers to shreds from a nearby field to release the fury building for what seemed like ages until a healer shot a flare to alert any worried heroes that you were in stable condition.

➼The morning sun had disappeared, replaced with purple skies and twinkling stars. You had been in healing for so long that Grima wondered they’d even be allowed to see you, but Lissa fearfully allowed them inside when they arrived.

➼Their heart skipped a beat at the sight of you. You were still, eyes closed. You would’ve looked peaceful if it weren’t for the bloody bandages wrapped around you and your unnaturally pale cheeks. Silently, Grima stood by your bedside, glaring at the spots of blood covering the bedsheets. They would find who did this to you. Even if it killed them, they would put that worm through hell.

➼“Grima....?”

➼They returned their gaze to you, surprised to see you awake at all. Your eyes were tired. They felt another spout of anger rise in their chest, but quickly stuffed it down in favor of gently taking your hand.

➼“You are an idiot. You should have let me come with you. I would have never let this happen to you.”

➼You said nothing, closing your eyes again. They felt you squeeze their hand gently, as if in confirmation of their words. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, “it was my fault I was injured. Please don’t blame Mareeta or the Order.”

➼And of course they did. They were inadequate. Useless pests that could do nothing but panic at the sight of you covered in your own blood. But they did not respond to your words, instead placing their forehead against your hand.

➼“It matters not. For now, rest. I will deal with the vermin who did this to you in the morning. I will be protecting you from now on.”

➼The weak smile you gave them was enough to make Grima’s heart flutter. This was uncharacteristic of them, to be as nice and doting as they were right now, but for some odd reason they didn’t mind you seeing this side of them (that truthfully they didn’t even know they had).

➼As you drifted off back to sleep, hand still in theirs, they thought they heard you say something. It was so quiet, barely even a whisper, but Grima managed to catch the end of it. ‘Love you’.

hi lovely!! i’m so sorry about the wait on this one, but you were one of the first requests I needed to do!! This prompt is so cute Ashe my l o v e ❤️ this turned out absolutely abysmal! I’m so sorry and will happily rewrite this if you don’t like it, but it’s horrendous :(

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“Look look! There he is S/O!”

You sighed, watching Ashe enter the library from the second floor with tired eyes. You could hear the giggles of Hilda and Lysithea from behind you as he notices you right away, waving cheerfully as he always did. You halfheartedetly waved back and averted your eyes. Why did he have to make this whole ‘ignore the source of your problems’ thing so difficult?

Hilda and Lysithea both peeled over your shoulders, watching Ashe as he looked through the book for a new novel to read. “My my S/O! Good choice! I never noticed before how cute of a boy Ashe is...!” Your eye twitched in irritation at her crude remark. “Hilda,” you groaned, “ you’ve been teasing me over this crush for a month now. Are you ever just going to leave me be?”

“Nope!” Lysithea chimed in, patting your head sympathetically as Hilda continued her teasing. “Trust me S/O, we only do this out of love. If we don’t push you to eventually confess to him then who will? You have to tell him someday!” Lysithea nodded along to Hilda’s words. You let out an annoyed huff, burying your face in a book without looking at either of them. “No. I don’t. He never needs to know about my feelings towards him! And you two pushing me to do it makes me want to do it less!”

“Didn’t you say you had one planned?” Lysitha asked, staring straight at the paper wedged between two pages of your book. Your cheeks reddened, and you quickly yanked the letter out and stuffed it into your pocket. “No. And I do not need you two here. I need to study for this quiz. If I don’t pass professeor Byleth will have my head!”

You could practically see Hilda’s eye roll, but they thankfully took the hint. “Fine fine! Don’t take our advice! We’re outta here!” She grabbed Lysithea and started dragging her down the stairs, “and don’t come to us if you need help with your confession! We won’t help!”

Thank goodness, you thought to yourself. You quickly distracted yourself from the two girls’ words by burying your face in a book, trying to push any thoughts of Ashe out of your mind. He had been hindering your studies as of late, running through your brain day and night. Byleth has already expressed their worry as your professor, so you needed to work extra hard not to think about Ashe!

“S/O! Hey! Are you studying right now?”

You jumped out of your skin at the sound of that familiar voice. Oh, just what I needed! Ashe smiled at you, sitting down next to you with a new book and tea from the cafeteria. “Ah, yes. I’m studying some magic for tomorrow’s exam... are you also studying?” You gazed at the fairy tail he had picked up, but quickly re-met his eyes with flushed cheeks. “Ah, not particularly,” he smiled sheepishly at you, “just needed something to read! You don’t mind if I join you though? I won’t bother you, promise!”

You had to quickly quiet your panicking thoughts. Sitting next to Ashe? Your crush? The boy you were supposed to avoid so you could focus? This was a bad idea. You needed to be mature and give him an answer you wouldn’t regret!

“Of course, no problem.”

Or not.

“Thanks S/O!” He smiled, before turning his attention to his book. “Of course, what are friends for...” you bit your tongue, looking down at the words in your tome but not actually processing them. You found your gaze returning to Ashe almost every second, which made it a bit difficult to do anything related to school.

This went on for several minutes. You watched Ashe do the most minuscule things, such as turning the page or sipping on his tea. It was starting to frustrate you considering this test was important, and you’d never pass with such an obvious distraction next to you.

With a huff, you slammed your book closed and stomped off. You could feel Ashe’s eyes on you as you left, his concern and confusion following you out the door. You needed space. You couldn’t think about giving him your stupid confession letter or if he actually liked you at all! You needed to think about school and school only!

“S/O! S/O! Where are you going?”

And there that voice was again! Did he have to follow you around so much?!

You turned to meet Ashe, an irritated look on your face. It was unfair of you to be mad at him, but you didn’t want to accept that it was your own fault that you couldn’t study. “Listen here Ashe! You’re distracting me, so leave me alone!” You stuck your finger in his face before he could say anything and scowled. “B-But I didn’t do anything! You just stopped out of the library! Did I say something earlier in class?!”

“No! You didn’t! But-”

“Perhaps I spilled tea on your book without realizing it? I’m so sorry S/O!”

“Ashe!-”

“Maybe it was the tea! Did the scent bother you?”

“Ashe! It’s because I love you! You’re distracting me because I love you!”

Time stopped. You didn’t realize you had said it until moments after. You immediately froze in place, staring straight ahead and not daring to look at Ashe. “What?” His voice had gone quiet, and you screamed internally. What had you done?!

“I-I..I just-I mean-I-I,” you could barely get any words out, fidgeting with your hands and averting your eyes from his gaze. “Did you just say you love me S/O?”

This was it. Your life was over. Might as well make it count.

With shaking hands you handed him the crumpled up love letter from earlier, trying to cool your burning face. You stared at the ground as he read it, not daring to peek. He probably didn’t even want to look at you!

“I-I’ve been... I’ve had a crush on you for a long time! And I really never planned on telling you! But I accidentally... well, you know. I’m sorry. But I really do love you! Your eyes and face and personality and everything about you! You probably don’t feel the same, and that’s ok..! I just... I guess since you already know nows a good time as ever to spill all of this to you...”

There was a long stretch of silence, and you looked up at Ashe for just a moment to see how pink he’d gotten. You stared in disbelief as he tried to muster up his own words, but failed. He stammered and stuttered, eventually covering his mouth as his face just continued to grow redder by the second. You looked at him in a trance, before snapping out of it and looking down. “I’m guessing that’s a no then? Ah. Of course. I’ll see myself...”

You started to walk away, but a gentle hand grabbed yours and stopped you. You turned back to Ashe, who looked on the verge of passing out, but stayed as he finally managed to spit out words. “S/O, why wouldn’t I like you back? You’re a wonderful girl who I’d love to go out with!” You blinked I’m disbelief, turning to him with wide eyes and an equally as red face. “You don’t mean that. You’re joking.”

“Of course I’m not joking! Why would I?”

Your mouth went agape, and you both stared at each other for what felt like an eternity before he broke the silence. “S/O?” You nodded, a small smile spreading across your face as reality set it. He was your boyfriend now. Ashe. “Yes, Ashe?” He let out a nervous chuckle, pulling you a bit closer to rest against his chest. “Y-You wouldn’t mind joining me for tea now, would you?” You giggled.

THE DREAM PROMPT I WAS WORKING IN AN ANGSTY FIC FOR THIS AND NOW I CAN DO HC’S DNJCKSNXNF

this was the only thing i could finish writing, everything else comes out so bad :( hopefully i made this at least decent? i’m super sorry if this came out terrible ahh,, it’s super angsty and strays off topic so rewrites will always be here!!

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➼Despite coming to his senses long ago, Dimitri was still haunted by the voices of the dead. He may not be acting by his hatred anymore, but the requests of the fallen still plaugued his mind. You had always been among them. When you had disappeared from the monastery and not returned for the class reunion he thought the worst. The first thing he had done when the army grew was request a search for you, but as he came closer to ending the war he assumed you had fallen sometime in between those five years.

➼The thought of you being dead, the one he had loved so dearly in the officers academy, was too much to bear at times. Thoughts of your eyes losing their glow and your skin growing cold filled him with such sorrow that it almost ached. And the nightmares... he isn’t sure he’ll feel as much horror as he did when he sees visions of you fall.

➼But there was nothing he could do, in all honesty. Every time he tried to find you the search parties came up with absolutely nothing concerning your whereabouts. Half of him knows he should give up, accept that you’ve passed away, but the young boy inside of him is still so lovesick that he can’t bring himself to stop the search. He knows they won’t find anything. He knows you’re most likely dead. He knows he’ll have to live the rest of his life without ever seeing you again.

➼So when commotion breaks out near the front gate one morning, he simply thought it was a few enemy scouts and grabbed his lance. As he grew closer, though, no one seemed to be panicking or running. Not even the children, who were instead trying to see over a large crowd that had gathered.

➼He parted the people and saw Annette and Mercedes working a healing spell on someone. Was the monastery under attack? Had someone shot an arrow over the wall and hit somebody? He quickly rushed to their side and knelt down, but froze when he saw a familiar face.

➼You. It was you. You were bloodied and bruised, and had obviously grown over the years, but it was you. You looked half conscious, and were weakly attempting to hold the wound on your side while your old classmates worked to stop the bleeding. Dimitri could feel his hands start to shake, and for a moment he thought he’d start crying from sheer relief and joy.

➼You turned to him, and he watched your pained expression shift into an ecstatic smile. “Dimitri...! Dimitri, I though you had..” He feels your free hand grab his affectionately, a single tear slipping down your face. “I thought you had died.”

➼Dimitri swallows the lump in his throat and smiles back, leaning his forehead against your knuckles. “That makes the two of us... don’t scare me like that ever again. Please. Please.”

➼You’re in bad shape, and he has to stop himself from panicking when Mercedes calls to clear the way to the infirmary. He wants to follow, but Byleth tells him to wait and see what the healers can do. He knows he has to give them space to work, but he just barely got to see you after five years. He can’t lose you, not again.

➼He doesn’t hear back from the healers until late at night, where an exhausted Annette breaks the news that you’ll be fine. Dimitri wants to faint from relief, but simply thanks his classmates and trudges to his room for the night. Despite the overwhelming feeling of wanting to be at your side, he knows that it would do him no good to see you when you were so deep in sleep.

➼He lays in his bed, restless and unsure of what to do. He can’t sleep, plaugued with thoughts of you and you alone. After believing you to be dead, you find him instead of the other way around. How silly. He’ll have to find out where you’ve been when you heal.

➼Dimitri freezes at the sound of his door slowly opening. He’s facing away from the door, and hears quiet footsteps on the floorboards as whoever came in draws near. He tries to act asleep, thinking it to be just Dedue checking on everyone for the night, but stops when a warm hand caresses his cheek.

➼“S/O? What are you doing awake? You should be resting in the infirmary. Come, let me walk you back, my love,” the word slips out, but he could care less at the sudden flush in his cheeks. You’re standing over him, covered in nothing but your undergarments and bandages, exhaustion all over your face. “I can’t sleep without you, Dimitri. Please, can I rest with you tonight? Please?”

➼He sighs, knowing that he’ll get chewed out for this later, but happily pulls you into bed and covers you with a blanket. You’re sore but somehow manage to get comfortable, pressing your back to his stomach and humming contently. He lets his lips linger on the back of your head, but his eye travels down your back when he sees the mess of pink in the moonlight.

➼“They’re horrid, aren’t they?” He looks back away from your back, watching you curl inwards a bit. “They’re all over my stomach and shoulder too. It’s ok if they disgust you. A lot of people don’t like how they look.” “S/O, please, don’t say such things...” Dimitri frowns, tracing the faded likes that cover skin. Where had you gotten all of these?

➼“I hate them.” You look small, fragile. “No one would ever love me after seeing my scars. I’m not good enough for you anymore Dimitri.” The prince feels his heart shatter and he moves above you, both of you staring right at each other. He reaches up and removes his eyepatch, wincing when his fingers graze over the now exposed wound.

➼You say nothing, reaching up and gently caressing the jagged scar that runs across his face. Dimitri flinches a tad bit as it’s a sensitive area, but allows you to continue. He needs to let you know you’re not the only one with marks on your skin.

➼Suddenly, he’s not sure why, but he’s crying. “Look at us. We’ve both changed so much, been away for so long, but it’s like we’re still at the officers academy. I still love you more than life itself, you know.”

➼You smile, then giggle, then fully laugh. A few tears slip from your eyes, and you sit up to kiss his scar. “We really are the same as we were in our school days, hm? I love you, Dimitri.” You wipe away any stray teardrops on his cheeks and cup his face shakily. “Now let’s sleep, shall we? You look so tired...”

now this,, i love this omg it’s so innocent and sweet and is totally something Sylvain would do bajcjsnzn

hopefully i did alright! writers block hit me extremely hard so i’ve been struggling with requests all day and i’m still unhappy with the pacing and overall writing in this one ;-; feel free to ask for a rewrite any time!

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➼Dimitri rarely ever has ‘chaotic’ days, as said by Annette once or twice. Occasionally he’ll wake up with a particularly bad headache or feel sleep for the entire day, but otherwise everyday is more or less the same. Wake up, go to class, meet up with friends, dreamily sigh as he thinks about you, write an entry in his diary, and then go to bed! Perfectly normal!

➼But something was off about today. When he awoke at his usual time, he immediately knew something was... off. As if something was missing from his room.

➼He quickly got dressed and checked every corner of of his quarters. There were no traps, no missing valuables, nothing! Perhaps it had been his imagination? He dismisses the odd feeling and quickly heads out to meet with his classmates. He won’t let a bad morning ruin the rest of day!

➼He greets everyone he sees on his way the the Blue Lions classroom. Mostly everyone is still off talking with others or getting ready in their room, but he’s surprised to see Sylvain already in his seat. Once again the odd feeling he had felt earlier struck him like a powerful magic attack, causing him to take a deep breath before continuing.

➼“Good morning Sylvain, it’s a surprise to see you up this early.” He watched in confusion as his childhood friend turns to him with an almost sinister face covered up by his obvious amusement.

➼“Good morning to you as well, Prince Charming,” Dimitri quirks a brow at the random title, opening his mouth to ask about his weird choice of words, but gets cut off by Sylvain. “I didn’t know you were romantic type Dimitri! You want to take S/O out for tea and then rule the kingdom with her? Aren’t you thinking a bit too far ahead?”

➼And just like that his good day fall apart.

➼Time seems to stop as Dimitri desperately searches for a reason why Sylvain knew that. How he had found out about his crush on you despite going through extreme measure to keep it a secret. He hadn’t told a soul, not even Dedue! The only thing that came to mind involving his feelings was his diary!

➼Dimitri can’t stop himself from grabbing the smug looking red head by the shirt, eyes going dark. “Where did you learn that information, Sylvain?” His voice is scarily quiet, almost a whisper. Anyone who heard it now wouldn’t think it’s the prince talking in such a menacing way.

➼“Woah woah! Calm down! I was only messing with you,” he raises his hand in mock surrender, an easy going smile still on his face as he speaks. Dimitri sighs, about lower him, until Sylvain holds up a familiar blue and golden journal. “I just found everything in here. You don’t mind that I took a peek into your diary, do you?”

➼“Sylvain! Stop joking! What is it you want from me?!” Obviously he wanted something. He wouldn’t have that information unless he was trying to blackmail him. Perhaps he needed his help to get a girl? Either way, he wouldn’t be getting off so easily after he did whatever he needed to...

➼“Well isn’t it obvious? I could tell from the start you were pretty fond of S/O, and it’s been kinda painful watching you stumble over yourself to simply talk to the poor girl,” Dimitri feels his face suddenly burn at his words, “and really, I just want you to finally man up and tell her how you feel. I’m pretty confident she’ll return your feelings right back!”

➼Dimitri quickly drops his friend and covers his face with his hands in embarrassment. He’d known?! And after he had thought he’d hidden his feelings so well! He slaps a hand against his forehead in complete disappointment before sighing angrily. “And if I don’t say anything?”

➼He hears Sylvian laugh, followed by a pat to his back. “I’ll post this on the dining hall billboard for everyone to see, of course. Cmon man, you’ve had a thing for S/O basically since the beginning of time. You need to say something before she gets taken!” He doesn’t see it, but he knows that his friend is winking, as if he needs anymore reasons to finally spill his love for you.

➼And so commences plan ‘get Dimitri to ask you out so Sylvain doesn’t leak his diary and private feelings about you to the whole school’.

➼Dimitri finds himself being drilled on your favorite tea, flowers, and gifts. Heck, somehow Sylvain even managed to find a multitude of lost items that belonged to you. Why had he even had those in the first place? How long had he been planning this whole scheme?!

➼And that’s not where the torture ends, no. Apparently Sylvain had gone and told the entire Blue Lions class when he wasn’t looking. Walking in to find everyone besides Felix (who was still present unfortunately) engaging in a large brainstorm on the best way to win you over.

➼Dimitri isn’t sure what finally pushes him over the edge; seeing you in such a state of confusion and a bit of hurt as everyone distances themselves from you, or the fact that Sylvain has been standing closer to the billboard everyday. He lays awake that night and lets out a long, tired sigh when he realizes that he has to do something before the both of you end up being embarrassed in front of the whole school.

➼Dimitri completely avoids the Blue Lions classroom that morning and heads to where he knows you’ll be. He peeks into the library and finds you studying tomes, a dejected look on your face. The rest of your classmates had probably already kicked you out of the entire officers academy section so they could think up more absurd confession ideas.

➼He stands outside the library for what seems like forever, pumping himself up to go in there and sweep you off your feet before completely psyching out and going back to square one. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out your favorite flower that was surprisingly still in pristine shape, staring at it with such a desperate look on his face. If this didn’t work then he was sure you wouldn’t even consider any of his ‘planned’ other attempts...

➼Quietly, he enters, slowly walking towards the table where you sat on your lonesome. You’re facing him, but seem to either be absorbed by your studies or too downcast to notice him approaching. Each step he takes makes him feel as if his heart will simply burst and cause his untimely death (and really, that doesn’t sound so bad to him considering what he‘s about to do.)

➼As he stops in front of you he continually repeats to himself in his head that he must do this. If he doesn’t, not only would his pride disappear in a matter of seconds, but you’d be teased to no end. ‘This is for the both of us’, he thinks to himself, ‘so please forgive me.’

➼Dimitri silently takes a seat next to you and stares at your face for a moment. Your eyes have a distant look to them, so he gulps nervously and gently takes your free hand in his.

➼You snap into reality at his touch, turning to the prince with wide eyes and mouth slightly agape. You almost immediately brighten at the sight of him however, and he feels you quickly grab his hand back. “Dimitri! Oh Dimitri it’s so wonderful to finally see you again. You’ve been so distant these past few days, I wondered if I had said something that offended you!... I didn’t say anything that offended you, did I? I’m so sorry!”

➼“T-Trust me, S/O. Nothing you could ever say would make me stop lov-liking! Liking you!” His face is on fire as he averts his eyes from yours. Had you noticed his slip up?

➼“Oh that’s such a relief, I was so worried. I... hey, Dimitri, you look rather red. Do you have a fever? Perhaps we should visit Manuela before breakfast ends...” You rise from your seat, still holding his hand. “Let’s go see if you’re sick. We can’t have our house leader ill! We should catch it before it worsens, don’t you agree?”

➼“N-No, that’s not-” “Hm? What are you waiting for? Cmon, we don’t want to end up being late for class!” “Really, I’m not sick-!” “Nonsense! It’s ok to seek help once in a while, you stubborn prince!”

➼As you continue to try and yank him out of his seat, he allows his irritation to throw every shred of rationality out the window. And so, Dimitri does what any fed up person trying to confess would do.

➼In one swift movement, he’s out of his seat and pulls you against his chest. You squeak, flushing and about to ask what this is all about, but are cut off by a light kiss. Your eyes widen at the feeling of prince Dimitri lips on yours (he was kissing you) but don’t stop yourself from leaning in and kissing back. You don’t know what came over him, but you weren’t complaining whatsoever.

➼He pulls away harshly, probably realizing what he had just done, and covers his mouth with a hand. “I-I-S/O! I am so terribly sorry! That was-How can I-?” You watch in mild amusement as he continues to stumble over his words and desperately apologize, as if he had done something wrong. Besides, you had been longing for that kiss since the first day you met Dimitri.

➼You giggle at his adorable behavior before quickly placing a finger over his lips. “Hush, you silly sweetheart. I don’t see what you’re apologizing for!” You glanced at the clock on the wall nearby and hummed, grabbing your things while Dimitri watched in a daze, still muttering to himself about something. You excused yourself, but not before pecking him on the forehead and leaning in the doorway to tell him a few parting words.

➼“And if it makes you feel better, I love you too Dimitri!” You wink, twirling the flower he had intended to give you in your fingers before skipping off the class.

➼Dimitri watches you leave, letting his fingers brush against his lips and forehead, the places that your lips had touched. He couldn’t help the bashful smile that spread across his face as the words ‘I love you too’ seemed to echo in his head. Perhaps he should thank Sylvain for forcing him into this whole thing when he gets the chance-

➼“Look at you go lover boy! You even went for a kiss and everything! Told ya it’s all work out! Mission accomplished Blue Lions, you can all head to class now. I need to give Dimitri here back something that belongs to him!”

i have never loved a prompt as much as i have this one because it’s s o c u t e -

i personally hate how i wrote this one, so please do tell me if you’d like a rewrite anon! despite its length i just wasn’t very happy with how it came out,, it’s probably one of my worst works yikes

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➼Love had never been something Dimitri could deal with easily. The poor house leader only had two sides when it came to these sort of things; a prince who simply stuffed his emotions down and put on the same facade of friendship towards whoever he may be interested in, or a hopeless romantic that couldn’t even look at his crush without becoming a complete mess.

➼You, unfortunately, fell into the second category. The mere mention of your name had his cheeks redden a bit, enough for about the entire school to notice. He’d lay awake at night plagued with thoughts of your kind eyes and perfect smile, and had had plenty of mishaps on the training grounds when he was lucky (and unfortunate) enough to be your sparring partner.

➼Telling others how you really you felt about them was hard enough for many, but Dimitri? He already bottled up so many emotions as is! Getting him to even utter a word about his love for you to anyone already proved nearly impossible, but saying something to your face?! He could never dream of doing something like that!

➼Of course, even he had his days where a tiny bit of confidence sneaked into his heart. Maybe he had caught your eye in class, or finally managed to hold a conversation without excusing himself halfway through. Either way, he’d march over to his room, seat himself at his desk, and grab a blank sheet of paper. He would write you a letter that contains exactly how he felt!

➼... But then Dimitri would freeze. His face would flush as he read over the words he had chosen, and back away from the nearly finished note in slight horror. Had he really planned on giving you such an inappropriate letter?!

➼While his brain told him to burn the wretched thing, his heart almost always told him otherwise. Dimitri always found himself placing the unfinished confession in a box underneath his bed, where every other letter of his resided. He could barely stand the sight of them! It only reminded him of how cowardly he became when his emotions were involved! (Plus, they all sounded wrong. Maybe it was just impossible to put his feelings for you onto just one piece of paper?)

➼You yourself had always been good friends with Dimitri, ever since the day you’d met at the officers academy, but he had always been quite distant. Initiating casual talk with him always ended with you staring a bit dejectedly as he rushed off saying someone was calling him or he had chores to attend to...

➼It wouldn’t bother you as much as it did if you weren’t just a tad bit in love with him. The Blue Lions class and his friends (save for one) always sang such high praise of him, and on the rare occasion you managed to interact with him for long periods of time you knew no one was lying. Dimitri was hardworking, sweet, and charming in his own lovable way, so it shouldn’t have surprised you when you found yourself smitten with him.

➼Considering how standoffish he always was towards you you highly doubted he reciprocated your feelings. While sometimes it made you feel just a tad bit terirble knowing you’d never get your Prince Charmmg, you had accepted it long ago. Better to push Dimitri out of your mind before you became a sulking mess!

➼Weeks passed with you desperately trying to get Dimitri out of your thoughts. Suddenly it was your day to clean the living quarters. You hoped it would distract you from your prince related troubles, but they only seemed to worsen when you stopped in front of his room door.

➼“Hello? Dimitri? I’m here to pick up any trash you may have.” No response. “Dimitri? Are you there?” Again, no response.

➼You looked down the hall both ways before slowly peeking inside, surprised to find the space empty. You let yourself in, ignoring the sudden heat in your cheeks at the feeling of being in Dimitri’s room, and rushed to grab whatever may be in the garbage bin.

➼He barely had anything to take, so you started to exit only to stop at the feeling of stepping on something. You curiously plucked the folded paper from under your heel. It had been crushed and ripped, but was still somewhat whole. When you squinted you could even see fancy looking quill ink that had bled through!

➼Despite knowing that this was technically invasion of privacy, you unfolded the paper enough just to see a few of the words that you assumed Dimitri had written. Sentnces had been messily crossed out, but the few that remained were barely legible due the ruined state of the paper. Thankfully, there were just something that you could make out, near the bottom...

➼‘I love you, S/O.’

➼Out of impulse, you gasped and threw the paper as if it had caught aflame. You stared at the note with a look of both disbelief, your shaking hands already reaching to snatch what you presumed to be some some sort of confession letter off of the ground. You had to see it again, you had to confirm it. Maybe you had just misread it? Maybe the words had blended together?

➼But the longer you stared at those four simple words the faster you realized what it meant. If your suspicions were correct and Dimitri had written this, he had just indirectly confessed to you!

➼Your eyes suddenly strayed from the note in your hand when you caught a glimpse of another paper sticking out from underneath his bed. You slowly reached out to see if it was yet another letter, but your fingertips grazed the corner of a wooden box instead. You gently pulled it from its hiding spot and stared at it for a moment. The feeling of guilt sat heavy on your mind as you barely lifted the lid and glanced inside, but almost every emotion besides shock disappeared at the sight before you.

➼You placed the top to the side and gaped at the amount of letters that were packed into such a small container. You grabbed the first one you saw, which was in much better shape than the previous one, and skimmed through the writing with tiny bit of hope in your heart that it would be addressed to you once more.

➼Sure enough, the first thing you saw was ‘My Dear S/O’. The note went into great detail on how Dimitri felt about you, once again ending with the same four words that still made your heart beat a hundred miles per hour. As if in a trance you went through each confession and didn’t stop for anything. Despite still being in the Dimitri’s room and the possibility of being seen still very plausible, you read through the entire box in one sitting!

➼You had halfheartedetly scattered the letters around you and stared at your personal favorite with loving eyes. Instead of being focused on your qualities he seemed to have been rambling about how he dealt with his crush on you. He retold you stories of nights where he was simply plagued with thoughts of you, and wrote heartfelt apologies for avoiding you every chance he got...

➼With a hum and a smile you held the paper against your heart. You took a long look at the mess you had made and sighed to yourself. You should really do something to make up for all the trouble you had caused!

➼And so you folded and placed each letter into your pockets, unable to bear the thought of separating with any of his adorable confessions. You searched his drawers until you managed to find a worn quill, and giggled to yourself as you started to write your own note!

➼The sound of students being released from dinner made you hurriedly sign your name and shove it into the wooden box. You slammed the lid back on and lifted it onto his bed before rushing out of his room to hide around the corner. Despite nerves drilling a hole into you you couldn’t help but want to see his reaction, if he even had one!

➼And you did get a reaction out of him. The sight of the loathsome box being on his bed, when he had not placed it there before, made his heart sink. Someone had found his confessions.

➼In a flash he had thrown the top to the side, going completely still at the sight before him. They were gone. Every single horrid letter he had written was gone. The box was completely empty... except for one paper. Confused, terrified, and just a tad bit flushed, he read what had been left behind for him.

➼‘Dimitri! I found all of the letters and loved all of them! You don’t mind if I keep them, do you? Ah well, never mind that. You have no idea how elated I was to see that you loved me! I was so worried to you disliked my presence for a while! It put my feelings at ease! Oh, but I suppose I haven’t responded to your confession yet, hm? Well, perhaps we can discuss this over chamomile? I’d love to finally get to know you better, and just being near you makes my heart flutter, so I think it’s a fine idea. What do you say, my prince?’

i’m so scared to play any other path because im afraid babey will get hurt ;-; allow me to try and heal ur heart with ur request,,

fun fact! the first draft was super angsty and a bit suggestive, and when i reworked it, tumblr deleted the second one ;-; hopefully on my third try i managed to write it well!! however, if you’d like a rewrite then feel free to ask lovely!! ( @dimitriispresh )

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➼Being jealous is and always has been normal for anyone in a romantic relationship. Not even someone stoic like Byleth can stop the fire that seems to burn every time they see their lover with another. You’re positive that everyone you’ve ever met has been jealous at least once in their life!

➼You haven’t had a reason to be jealous for five years. It’s only until the day you see the Faerghus army marching into the tiny village you’ve protected for so long that you feel an ache in your chest. You can barely make out the shadows of your former class before you allow yourself to drop unconscious. Fending off enemies day and night with meager supplies to live off could do a number on your body, unfortunately.

➼You awake to the smell of magic, lips pressed against your forehead, and soft blonde hair obscuring your vision. Despite not knowing what’s exactly going on, you chuckle and reach up with a hand to touch Dimitri’s cheek. “Good morning to you too, your highness.”

➼You’re recruited into the army almost instantly, no questions asked. Now with you here, an already recovering Dimitri seems to be doing ten times better. Not only does he finally seem to be taking care of himself again, but he’s smiling!

➼Despite not even discussing it, you both automatically assume that you’re both going to pick up where you left off at the officers academy. It’s obvious you’re both still very much in love, so despite not even verbally confirming it, you two are once again a couple.

➼Dimitri can barely contain the genuine joy he feels with you here. After he though he lost you, after five long years of thinking you were dead, he could finally be happy.

➼That is, until Sylvain starts to act up again.

➼Despite knowing his best friend to be a skirt chaser, he can’t help himself. He stares straight at the red head as he says something that makes you laugh, and then smiles charmingly as if to try and sway you. Dimitri watches the scene before him from the entrance of the dining hall with grit teeth and blank eyes, barely moving.

➼He exhales shakily, feeling pure rage and a tiny bit of fear settle in his chest as Sylvian moves a strand of hair behind your ear. You reject his advances, pushing his hand away with a friendly smile, but that doesn’t change the fact that Dimitri is already making his way over there.

➼You don’t have time to react before you’re yanked away from your friend, being shoved into a familiar armor and obscured by the large cloak that always accompanies said armor. For a moment you hear a growl, and then Dimitri’s voice spitting something that barely treads the line of death threat before you feel an iron grip on your arm that practically drags you out of the dining hall. (Sylvain watches you go, shaken but not surprised. He should’ve know not to pull any of his old tricks on just yet considering the prince still isn’t in the best state of mind.)

➼You’re pulled through the monastery, stumbling after your lover while tugging on your arm so he’ll let go. It’s tight enough to feel a small sting, but not enough to ache...

➼Suddenly, you’re jerked into Dimitri’s room. “D-Dimitri! What-?!”

➼You don’t have time to continue, instead getting pinned against the wall while Dimitri’s lips crash into yours. The kiss is rough and desperate, but you melt into him almost instantly. You feel his arms snake around your waist, so you smile and tangle your fingers in his hair. Who knew Dimitri could do something like this?

➼The moment is brief, however, and he ends almost as quickly as when he had started. His lips fall to your neck and rest there comfortably, simply staying in one area and not daring to move. Your face is burning but you can’t help the small smile on your face. “W-Well! Was someone jealous, hm?”

➼“I.... I apologize, my beloved. I don’t know what came over me, I just... seeing him do that, seeing him put his hands on you, I couldn’t control myself. Please forgive me...”

➼You feel laughter bubbling in your throat at his silly apology, but stuff it down when you see Dimitri’s eye. It’s so dark, like when... well when he had found that out. You frown, cupping his face and turning him to you. “Dimitri, dear, there’s nothing to apologize for. You simply did what anyone would do in that situation. Besides, Sylvain was pushing it...”

➼He locks eyes with you, but seems to lose all of his strength at once, his legs giving out underneath him. You gasp, reaching to pull him up before he falls, but ultimately end up getting pulled down with him. You sigh, burying your head into the crook of his neck and taking your hands in his. Despite not even being able to see him you know exactly what he’s thinking. He always was one to wear his feeling on his sleeve...

➼“Dimitri, you do know that I would never, ever, ever go with another man? My love belongs to you and you alone. Do you doubt my affections for you? You do know how devoted I am to you, right?”

➼He nods and sighs, gently squeezing your hands in response. “Of course I know you love me S/O, but I... well I acted so... unprofessional. Even with you at my side, even with time to heal, I’m still the beast I’ve been trying so desperately not to be. I hurt you, I most likely hurt Sylvain... does my rash nature not bother you?”

➼While you know he’s being serious you can’t help the giggle that escapes your mouth. “What kind of question is that? Your rash nature is one of the many reasons I’m with you, you know. As for everything else... I don’t care. I don’t care if you’re a beast. You only did that for me, anyways, and Sylvain deserved it for being a flirt. Trust me, you didn’t hurt me whatsoever, and Sylvain is mature to realize why you snapped at him.”

➼You feel Dimitri’s chest vibrate beneath you when he chuckles. “Ah, I suppose I should take your word for it. You do know me better than most, anyways. How is it that you always know how to cheer me up, hm? Ah, how I love you...”

➼With the earlier fiasco forgotten, you two simply spend time sprawled on the floor and confiding in each other. It feels like barely any time has passed, but you’re sure it’s been hours when you blink and notice Dimitri has fallen asleep! (And fully dressed in his armor too! How he can simply sleep anywhere will always be a mystery to you...) It doesn’t take long for you to join him, planting a drowsy kiss on his forehead before drifting off right on top of him.

➼Sylvain of all people was the one to find you both fast asleep on the floor. Dimitri has an arm around your back, as if protecting you even while resting, and you’re holding his free hand. He smirks at the sight and mentally notes to grab a picture tome from Annette once he heads back downstairs, to just have a bit of blackmail in case worst comes to worst. He quickly grabs a blanket from the bed and drapes it over the two of you before quukly exiting.

➼“Man, what saps! Lets just hope S/O managed to convince Dimitri that I meant no harm, or else I’m really in for it.”

you shall all fall to the cuteness >:) but trust me, i was the same way. ever five seconds i had to stop and giggle over how cute the ask was smcmjsmzx

this request was a toughie. i’m not really sure how royalty works in three houses, so i just made it mostly fluff between dimitri and S/O if that’s alright?? i also very vaguely based it on the imagine you referenced so you were a commoner!! hopefully that’s ok!! (if not feel free to ask for a rewrite honey!)

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➼Ending the war was a monumentous feat. Dimitri’s army had brought an end to an era of pain, chaos, and death. He was to be crowned king immediately, and rightfully so, as he had already done so much for the people.

➼Unfortunately, there were still things to be done. Villages were still on the brink of ruin, innocents going hungry and home destroyed. People all across Fodlan were still suffering, so there was still much work to do.

➼And you’d be there every step of the rebuilding process, hand in hand with your new husband and king.

➼When you first learn that you are to be queen, you worry. Would the people agree with their kings choice? Were you even cut out for the pressure that came with being royalty? Did you deserve someone as amazing as Dimitri?

➼Your reassurance comes in many forms. Your new subjects adore the both of you as soon as they learn you are to wed, knowing that you helped contribute in the war effort and save many lives. Dimitri showers you in affection once the war commotion dies down, kissing your face as tears of joy fall from his eyes. He’s so grateful that you’re with him, and he makes sure you know it.

➼You two both get to work on creating a better Fodlan for everyone. While Dimitri handles the political work that comes with being king, you head out to every town you can visit in a day and help start restoring each area to its former glory. Not to mention you boost people’s moods just being there interacting with them.

➼You’re away from each other almost the entire day, each doing your duty that comes with your position. Sometimes it’s agonizing for the both of you, but you place your subjects needs first.

➼When dusk starts to settle into the land you both trudge into your shared room, equally as tired as the other. You collapse onto one another and enjoy each other’s presence. You can finally spend some time together, even if it’s just for a short while before you both fall asleep.

➼You both ready for bed. You’ll sit your husband down and gently comb through his hair with a brush, softly humming to yourself. Times like this, with just you, make Dimitri relax immediately. He’ll lean against your legs and close his eye while you brush his hair, wondering where he would be without such a sweet and beautiful wife.

➼You giggle every time you see Dimitri start to drift off thanks to your gentle touches. Slowly you place your hands on his cheeks, whispering that he should lay down before he falls asleep. He happily complies, lifting you into his arms just so you don’t have to walk to the bed! It’s a loving, silly gesture that always earns a smile and small laugh from you. (And he loves to see you smile)

➼As the queen and king, your room is rather extravagant. The bed is quite big, (and extremely comfortable) so sleeping together is no issue. You don’t think you’ll ever be used to such lavish living quarters, but with Dimitri beside you you have no trouble resting the night away.

➼Occasionally you’ll find yourself wide awake in your sleeping lovers arms, wondering if being queen was something you could really do. Didn’t Dimitri deserve better? Maybe a noble woman that has more expertise in royal affairs? Your heart aches at the thought, but you think these things nonetheless.

➼However, your worries are put to rest almost instantly when Dimitri awakens beside you, as if he knew you were troubled by something. He’ll place a drowsy kiss on your forehead and smile, not failing to notice your troubled expression. “My queen, my love, let us rest now. We each have a busy day tomorrow. I am so lucky to have you by my side...”

➼On very rare instances you two may start to argue with one another. They’re always concerning royal affairs, such as taking the advice of a noble Dimitri isn’t fond of, or you trying to please everyone in Fodlan without thinking of the consequences. These arguments rarely last longer then a couple of minutes, and you two will storm off from each other if they ever go on for any more. (Of course, you two can’t stay mad at each for long and will find yourselves profusely apologizing while kissing the other’s face an hour later)

➼When you both make public appearances at the same time you wear the royal garb. While you think the elegant dress and sparkling tiara don’t suit you, Dimitri looks at you like you’re the most gorgeous woman on earth. He’ll gently take your hand and smile with such love in his eyes that you find it impossible to doubt any feelings he has towards you.

➼Sometimes you’ll find Dimitri up late into the night, working himself to the bone with foreign affairs and any problems that are plaguing Fodlan. Depending on how he feels, you may be able to coax him into bed with you or you may not. If he won’t join you you simply join him, sitting beside him in silence and starting on your own pile of work.

➼You both are known to be inseparable. The people know just how in love with each other you are, as do many of your friends. Everyone thinks it’s quite cute!(save for Felix of course, but even he must admit sometimes that you two go together wonderfully)

➼As each day passes you and Dimitri simply seem to become closer and closer, both as a couple and in royal terms. Maybe one day you could have children? Start a family? It’s just a thought in the back of your minds, but perhaps...

➼Days of true bliss are when you both seat yourself on the balcony overlooking Faerghus. You watch your subjects go about their day and occasionally wave to you both, putting on your kindest smile and waving back while you enjoy tea. Dimitri keeps his hand in yours the entire time, joined with the comfortable silence that speaks for itself.