Can I request Dimitri, Dedue and Ashe having a nightmare about byleth being taken away by the spell of Zaharius (the Solon thing where she then merges with sothis) and when they wake up she isn't in bed so they panic and try to find her (she's at the training grounds or was reading at the desk) plz momo this was one of my faves I literally had a BL girls version I was writing myself cause I liked it so much lol
(Of course I can...!!! <3 )
Ashe: He shot up in a cold sweat with a heavy gasp. His limbs trembled before he realized what happened.
It was just a nightmare.
Watching you disappear into the void Solon summoned, only for you to never return…that wasn’t real. The reality was that you broke back through, and you were home.
Five years had passed in Ashe’s life where he relived that nightmare over and over, only to wake up and realize you were dead. At least, they thought you were. Now you were there, sleeping soundly beside him, and you were real. You hadn’t been taken from him.
“Goddess…” Ashe’s whisper was as shaky as his hands that pushed through his hair. He sat up in bed, elbows on his knees. He bent forward, trying to steady his breathing so as not to disturb you.
Your heartbeat was nowhere to be found, but your chest rising and falling beside him was something of a comfort.
He stared at you through the moonlit darkness, resting a hand on your shoulder as gently as possible. The slightest touch tended to wake you, after all.
Warm.
Steady.
Still there.
He nodded quietly to himself, allowing a little relief to ease his agitation.
“...Ashe?”
“Ah.” He glanced over when your hand covered his. You pulled him from your shoulder, kissing his fingertips.
“You’re trembling…” The quiet observation flushed his cheeks. You pushed yourself up, facing him with a calculating stare and an even gaze. “Another nightmare?”
“Yeah. Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” He managed, not thrilled that his voice was equally as shaky as his hands. “I just needed to…uh…I needed to feel you.”
“Hm.” You looked at his hand again, having a pretty firm guess as to what the nightmare was about.
Instead of talking about it, which you knew he would be unable to recount, you slipped back down into the blankets. You pulled him down with you, and gently pushed his head to your chest.
“I’m here.” You murmured into his hair, kissing his forehead. “I’m still with you.”
His vision blurred, quiet tears slipping down his cheeks.
“Yes...” His hands curled into your shirt, pulling you into him. “You are.”
“I always will be.”
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Dedue: The knight was used to late night patrols when he could not sleep. It had become a steady pattern for him after the monastery fell, before he was captured, and after he reunited with his lord, King Dimitri.
It was a healthy habit, and one that would not change even as he shifted his allegiance to his now wife, the Archbishop of Fodlan.
However, tonight was slightly different.
He wasn’t patrolling so much as he was anxiously striding across the church grounds in search of his missing spouse.
The strides were efficient, but the anxiety was clouding his rationale. If it weren’t for that damned memory being twisted into a horrific nightmare…he wouldn’t have such a thundering feeling in his chest. It was upsetting, but not so much as thinking his wife wasn’t really there.
When he jolted awake from the terrible dream, he found you were missing from his side. The bed was cold; you’d been gone a while.
He paced in the room for a few minutes, hoping to calm himself down. You likely stepped out for a glass of water, or perhaps you were in the washroom.
Only, not the washroom attached to your quarters.
Hm.
He opted to rush about the monastery, instead, checking the usual places you would be throughout the day. It was not the first time you had left him in bed at an odd hour, but it was the first time it happened after that damn memory.
The thought of you not being there, even if it was peaceful…it unsettled him deeply.
The dining hall and kitchen was empty, as were the training grounds. You weren’t in the stables, you weren’t in the chapel- hells, you weren’t doing some odd midnight fishing, either. Where had his wife gone?
The panic in the back of his head told him it was long past time to alert the guards that you were missing.
What if the dastards who tried to seal you away before had come back? What if Solon had somehow returned and had kidnapped you, and he had missed it all ebcause he was too wrapped up in his own twisted thoughts to wake up and notice?
Dedue didn’t realize he wasn’t breathing unti lhe heard the footsteps behind him, followed by a curious noise.
“Love?”
He stiffened, a soft gasp filling his lungs. Dedue turned to find you standing behind him, with a pile of flowers in your arms.
“What are you doing out here, so late at night?”
“I…” He took a deep breath, and straightened his shoulders to try and recover some of his decorum. “I was looking for you.”
“Why?”
“I woke up and you were not in bed. You were…out here, for some reason. Are you all right?”
“Oh, I’m fine. I came out here because I was worried about you.”
Now he was intrigued. “Why were you worried about me? I was sleeping beside you.”
“You seemed to be having a bad dream. You kept groaning and tossing.” You explained, shifting the flowers in your arms with hesitance.
“It seems I woke you up with my dreaming…I’m sorry, Byleth. I was just reliving a bad memory. From back then.”
“Don’t apologize to me. It’s not like you can help it.” You smiled gently, “I was going to prepare you some lavender chamomile tea, for when you woke. I thought it would help soothe your nerves. But when I went to brew it, we didn’t have any lavender in the kitchen, so I went to the greenhouse to gather some. I hope you don’t mind.”
“You were going to do that for me?”
You moved from foot to foot, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“I was…I worried I might make you uncomfortable by doing so, but…I figured, you’re my husband, so I should probably take care of you. Unless you don’t want me to.”
You weren’t able to explain any further before broad arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest. You smelled of lavender, Dedue observed, squeezing you tight.
“Dedue?”
“I could never be more grateful to the goddess for bringing you to me.” He whispered fiercely, burying his face in your hair. He held you for a long while, bathed in moonlight in the middle of a silent courtyard.
It was a precious memory you swore never to forget.
“I love you, Byleth.”
“I love you, too.” You giggled shyly, resting your head on his chest with a contented sigh.
Your ability to turn a terrible night into a wonderful one was something he would need in the coming years, but you were more than willing to help him with it.
Though, Dedue would attempt to politely suggest, next time he ough to help you brew the tea. It seemed five years of absence left your tea making a bit to be desired.
He was very lucky he was the most handsome creature you’d ever met…otherwise, you warned, you’d be making him brew his own sleeping tea, caring wife or not.
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Dimitri: The night terror struck long after you had left the bedroom. You were in your office, playing catch-up since you couldn’t sleep.
Thankfully the maids knew where you were.
A flurry of rushed footsteps and panicked whispers struck your ears long before they actually made it to your door, but the pale faces told you everything you needed to know.
It was happening, again.
“My Queen! It’s-”
“How long has it been?”
“O-only a few minutes. They’ve subdued him now, but…”
You nodded solemnly, exiting the office with urgency in every step. It did not take long before you could hear the crashing and shouting.
Dimitri was having another night terror, and you weren’t there to comfort him when he needed you.
It’d been so long since the last one, especially one where you weren’t immediately by his side to calm him before his panic became unmanageable.
Or rather, unmanageable by anyone other than yourself.
There were seven guards on him, with more racing to aid them as he tried to break free. Dimitri was delirious with panic, lancing your heart with worry.
“Where is she?!” He bellowed, throwing off one of them, “Solon!!”
That damn memory. You cursed to yourself, closing the rest of the distance and ordering the men to back away.
“Where is Byleth?!”
“I’m here.” You grasped his wrists, forcing his hands back. You did not have to fight him; his sheer strength could overwhelm you in a second.
So long as you were directly in front of him, though…you could easily capture his focus.
“I’m right here, Dimitri.”
A confused noise left him, in place of the grunts and cries of anguish. It was a good sign. His eye was bleary, still not fully awake, but if he could look at you then it would be over.
His expression shifted some, his struggle slowly coming to a halt. He stared down at you, blinking rapidly. Finally, his gaze leveled, unflinching, staring directly at you.
“By…Byleth… Beloved?”
“It’s me.” You nodded, releasing his wrists tentatively. You held his face in your hands, offering a small smile. “It was just a bad dream.”
Dimitri’s arms closed around you, pulling you flush into hsi chest with nearly no mercy. His face was pressed into your neck, hiding the cold tear that stained your skin. You motioned the soldiers to back away.
Crisis was averted.
“I’m so sorry, my love. I went to do some work because I couldn’t sleep. If I knew you’d be plagued by nightmares tonight, I never would have left.”
“That damned…Solon…” He breathed shakily, his voice little more than a trembling rasp. “That memory….it gets more twisted every time it comes…”
You nodded, stroking his hair quietly.
“We will consult with Mercedes about it in the morning. I won’t let you suffer through this any longer…at the very least, without me there.”
Your promise was sealed with a kiss, gingerly drawing his face to yours. He returned it with fervor, hands tightening on your waist. If there was some way to pull you closer to him, he would find it.
When he was finally able to separate himself from you, he was flushed, and the tear tracks remained on his skin. But at the very least, he seemed to regain himself.
“I’m…sorry, Beloved.”
“You have nothing to apologize for.” You stroked his cheek, “You’ve been through more than any one man should have to go through. Of course you are still healing.”
“I wish I did not cause you such trouble.” He whispered, leaning into your palm. You shook your head.
“It is no trouble. I know you would do the same for me.”
“Without hesitation.”
Quietly, then,you returned arm in arm to your quarters. Dimitri was shaky returning to the bed. At least, until you slipped in beside him, and opened your arms to receive him.
The king was only a man, then, seeking comfort in the arms of his precious wife.
You remained awake that night, determined to see through his nightmare and keep him soothed and resting. You stroked his hair tenderly, humming soft, aimless songs while his breathing deepened.
He would not be plagued by another nightmare, that night.
