#dimitri fluff

A spark. A fire. An explosion bursts in Dimitri’s mind when you turn to face him. He thinks you are wide awake but you are not. Your breath warm against his lips making him shiver in delight. Dimitri is flushed head to toe, his breath coming in ragged stutters when he watches your peaceful sleeping expression. He couldn’t take his eye off of your lovely form, nor could ignore his hunger for you.

Your eyes feel heavy, every so often they will slip shut only to be jolted awake. That familiar tug in your chest soothing you back to sleep. His hands dropping back to your breasts, cupping them, feeling the weight in his palms. Dimitri closes his eyes and leans in, pulling a nipple between his lips, and begins sucking—gently—as his fingers knead your breast. As Dimitri licks and sucks from your left breast, his other hand massages your right breast. The moans that escape your throat is one of contentment and desire, a purr practically rumbling beneath the surface. 

Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. Dimitri couldn't look away from you—not when he could hear your breathing get heavier from his ministrations. His gaze softens when he sees you stir awake and stare at him with half lidded eyes.

“Mmmh... Mitri...? Again?”

“Please forgive me, Beloved. I am a prisoner of your ravishing beauty—unable to resist your warmth,” he apologizes. His voice is laced with guilt and shame, but Dimitri is being honest.

Hard as you try, you can’t even lift your eyelids. Weakly curling your hand against Dimitri’s arm, you beckon him to get closer. “I don’t mind. You can do anything you want Mitri. I’m....”

“Thank you for indulging me and my selfishness, love.”

“If it’s you...” You are barely able to finish your words and choose to give Dimitri a nod before going back to sleep again. Everything feels fuzzy and warm. With everything that happened and done in the past night and this morning you are beyond exhausted and in dire need of sleep.

There’s a gust of cold air as Dimitri lifts the blanket delicately and slides in next to you again. He wraps his arms around you and it’s skin against skin, so warm and familiar. Affection fills his heart as he caresses your cheek and gives you a chaste kiss. His lips are gentle and warm, so are his kisses. It tickles, almost, but you don’t have the energy to laugh or even flinch.

Dimitri’s kisses grow firmer, more insistent. It only takes a few seconds of chaste, soft kisses before Dimitri is pushing forward, dipping his tongue between your lips, exploring your lax mouth with an urgency.

His hand snakes around to find your clit and traces his thumb against your pearl. The way his milky white cum is leaking from your pretty pussy had him lightly skimming his fingers over it and stuffing it back into your tight hole before thumbing your clit and watching you whimper in your sleep. It reminds him of your previous passionate night and morning together—something he will never get enough.

“I am sorry I can’t hold it much longer, Beloved,” he growls before positioning himself against your heat. Eagerness starts to flood Dimitri as he begins to slide his cock up and down your wet slit, then slips his length between your folds. He bites his bottom lip, being precarious as he is able to slowly slide in and out relishing your tight velvety walls.

His cock is burning hot inside you, spreading warmth throughout your whole body. The stretch is easy, and you are soaked that you can’t feel anything but the pleasant ache of it. You feel sedated, almost, drugged into happy compliance.

A soft groan rumbles from Dimitri’s chest as he slowly pummels his cock inside of your limp body, but quickly decides to pick up the pace. Dimitri is pounding so deep that your entire body is rocking with the motion, and he’s helpless to resist it. It’s like riding a wave, tossed rhythmically by the sea, by Dimitri.

Tracing his fingers along your legs and inner thighs Dimitri grabs your hips and pulls you closer. He began to spear into you even harder. Astonishment, lust, and adoration fill Dimitri’s eye as he watches your mesmerizing breasts bounce with every thrust. Loud creaks, lewd smacks, and heavy grunts echo through Dimitri’s quarters as he is hammering into you, his mouth claiming your body impatiently.

“So good. Goddess, my Beloved you feel so good. Always so good for me.” Dimitri sings between his breaths as he kisses your forehead, nose, and lips.

“Mmmh... Mi.. tri....” you squeak between your sleep-slurry voice. You slowly wake up as Dimitri’s thrusts speed up. Your eyes open as you rock back and forth. “Dimitri?” Your tone changed.

“I love being inside of you, Beloved,” he growls into your ear. His fingers dig into your hips. “I’m close!”

You realize what is going on. “Dimitri!” you exclaim, but then his cock hits that spot and you moan. The force of your walls milking his cock, as your orgasm claims your body sends Dimitri spiraling over the edge. He thrusts twice more before coming inside you with a grunt and a harsh bite to your neck—strong enough to bruise it. His cum spilled inside your walls, painting it in beautiful cream as rope after rope of heat shoots from his body deep in your womb.

Your body quakes as a shiver courses through you, jerking Dimitri as you remain joined through heavy pants and slick, cooling skin. You match Dimitri’s labored breaths, feeling the warmth of his release spreading inside you, sending little tendrils of tingling satisfaction down to the very tips of your fingers.

You sigh, breathless and exhausted, and you whine when Dimitri slips out, leaving an aching emptiness in his wake. Your cunt is wet with a mixture of your juice and his cum, slippery when you move your legs. Dimitri kisses you again and you can’t even respond. Moans and sighs fail to escape from your lips because Dimitri occupies your mouth—drinking them in greedy, passionate kisses as you try to reel in your mind.

“What was that....? Dimitri....”

A huge yawn stifles your words and poof. And you are out like a light. Sleep talk. Another sleep talk. Dimitri understands your meaning, though, because he smiles and says, “Ah, did I wake you up?”

You think Dimitri’s speaks something; you can hear the low rumble of his voice. You can feel it. You can’t make out the words but you hope he’s smiling—which he is.

Dimitri is leaning over you and you can feel the vibrations of his voice in the heavy weight of his arm against your chest. His large arm is anchoring you to the bed. Comforting, lovely pressure that melts you further into the mattress.

Your body is too weak to move, too exhausted to obey your brain, and you can’t snuggle into his arms. You feel sluggish like a ragdoll as you reach and manage to pinch his cheeks—hard. Dimitri’s eye widens in surprise when you pout and flick his forehead out of nowhere.

“(Y/N)?!”

“Y-you really... went all out on me.”

“I apologize for my impertinence, love.”

Dimitri kisses and licks the spot where he bit down earlier—adding more love marks. You can feel his lips twitch upwards when he hears your mewls of his name and ragged breath from his lavish temptation. “Did I disturb your slumber?”

You hummed in satisfaction. “Even better. Feel free to wake me up like that any time, Mitri.”

“B-Beloved!!”

It’s amusing to watch Dimitri explode with embarrassment and cradle his face. Goddess. He is so adorable.

His lips touch your face again, pressing gently to your cheek, the side of your nose, eyelids, forehead. His breath is warm. You flex your fingers, wanting to stroke them through Dimitri’s hair. Your hand isn’t in the right place, though. You feel Dimitri laugh. Overflowing bursts of air. He kisses your forehead again.

“It’s okay. Go to sleep, love,” he murmurs.

“.... So you can continue your actions?”

“N-no!!”

“I don’t mind, Mitri.”

“(Y/N)? I-I will not do su—"

Sealing his words with a chaste kiss, you smile sweetly at Dimitri. He only sighs and runs his fingers through your damp hair.

“I love you dearly. You are the most beautiful thing in this world to me. And it will be my absolute pleasure to make you sure of that for the rest of my life. Thank you for letting me bask in your warmth,” he mumbles lovingly.

“Maybe I’ll need you to persuade me, Dima. I’m freezing,” you tease, stepping forward to circle around his chair, sitting on his lap. Your thighs are essentially bare against him, the sheer silk of your stockings and lace of your garter belt doing little to keep you modest.

You’re so very warm and your warmth makes Dimitri feel so alive. So alive. “Beloved, I insist, we should be getting to bed now. I-I will do my best to warm you, then,” Dimitri stammers, hands placed awkwardly on his desk. As arousing as you look right now, he’s far too embarrassed to reach out and grab you. This is his very first time seeing you in such a provocative ensemble.

You giggle, leaning forward to press your breasts up against his chest. The two of you are impossibly close now, bodies separated only by what he’s wearing, since your outfit can hardly be considered clothing. “But you were so insistent on getting your work done that you said you didn’t want to come to bed yet. Had a change of mind?”

He doesn’t have a reply this time, if his stutters and blushing are any indication for that.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Let’s at least have some alone time before we go to bed,” you offer, taking his hands in your palms and bringing his hands around to rest on your butt—bare, save for the straps of your garter belt that connect to your thigh-high stockings. Dimitri settles his palms onto your warm skin tentatively—his prudishness hasn’t faded in the months since marrying you.

Despite his hesitance, you can feel Dimitri hardening beneath his trousers, a bulge pressing up against your inner thigh. He leans in close to catch your lips in his as he moves his hands off of your ass to fondle your breasts. Pulling away from your lips to look you in the eye, Dimitri reaches for his large fur cloak on his desk and drapes it over your body.

“Let’s take some time to ourselves then.” Dimitri’s voice is husky as he whispers into your ear. Never in your life you had him tidying his desk in such a flash. Dimitri carries you back to your shared Royal Chamber Dimitri with utmost attention—careful to not hurt you with his inhumane strength.

A gentle smile blossoms on your lips when you tease him. “This giant cloak and fireplace are sufficient for me, Dima. I feel warm enough already.”

Dimitri raises a brow at you before he starts his strides to get you to your shared chambers. You know that hungry look, and your heart is thrumming within your chest from the excitement. Dimitri presses a kiss to your forehead before you rest your head against his chest as he continues towards the door. His boots echo through the hall as you are enjoying the feeling of being wrapped in his embrace. You can only hear his loud heartbeat in your ear, accentuating excitement that is visible on his flushed crimson cheeks.

The chill air and his fingers against your thighs make you shiver against the door. You barely close it behind your back when Dimitri turns his attention to the top of your breasts to nibble at the exposed flesh. He makes a short work of your lingerie—tearing the delicate fabrics with his teeth and hands, leaving you bare in seconds. Your breath catches from the intensity of the desire you see within Dimitri’s cerulean eye as he pulls you away from the wall, then lays you carefully on the bed—hungry eye feasts on your own.

Dimitri’s touch is reverent as his hands trace up your legs, brushing over your crotch. They continue their path upwards, grazing your body, over the curve of your breast, and the plane of your chest, making you shudder with excitement.

“I’m not done with you like this just yet, my love. Please let me know if I hurt you. It’s... been awhile.”

The tender kiss to your lips has you ripping open your eyes, blinking back the lust to admire the man on top of you. It’s maddening, how beautiful Dimitri is, especially in moments like this, when he thinks he’s being too rough on you while he is pressing the softest of kisses to your face.

“I trust you, Dima. You will never bring any harm to me,” you pause and give him a chaste kiss on his nose, “I-I want more of your attention. I miss you far too much, my love.”

Happy tears are brimming on Dimitri’s eye from your words. He presses his forehead against yours and murmurs, “Me too... I still don’t know what I did to deserve you, my dearest (Y/N).”

You’re surprised how well Dimitri is holding himself together because you are a puddle beneath his palms. He presses a finger to your lips and you obey immediately, licking the digit all over until it’s wet and his eye doesn’t leave yours as you work—Dimitri doesn’t even blink. It makes everything so much hotter and his cock jumps with desperate need.

His wet hand drags down, across the column of your neck, circling around your nipple. Cerulean blue eye meet yours, asking silent permission. You nod once, unable to look away as Dimitri hooks his fingers—tearing over your lacy panties keenly—the last article of clothing on your body.

You had lost count of how many of your garments Dimitri had ripped on purpose or accident. It is going to be another long night in his arms, but you certainly wouldn’t be complaining.

Finally, Dimitri makes it to your wet pussy, circling around it, and dips his finger inside, the slick allowing it to slide in easily. You can’t bite back the whine trying to escape when Dimitri pumps his finger in a steady rhythm, his thumb brushing over your clit.

Your legs tremble, nearly ready to collapse from the pleasure mounting higher and higher. You feel like your heart is pulsing between your legs, thumping louder and harder until you could no longer hold back. Gripping at the crumpled sheets under your hands, you gasp and cry out his name as a breathtaking climax runs through you.

Slowly you’re coming down, meeting that mesmerizing blue eye, blissed out from Dimitri’s fingers. You shudder at the loss when Dimitri slowly pulls his finger out of you, already missing the warmth. Your cheeks blossom with red when you watch as he brings it to his own mouth, sucking the taste of you off.

“D-Dima!! W-what are you doing?”

Heat pools in your stomach again as his tongue peeks out, licking the remnants of your juice from the tip of his thumb erotically.

“It saddens me beyond measure that I could not savor your sweet nectar, beloved. But I would agree that I wouldn’t want anyone else seeing your angelic beauty. That flush on your face while you breathe my name is something only I should be so lucky to take pleasure in, beloved.”

Your heart swells with pang of sadness and love for Dimitri. You can’t help but to kiss your husband passionately—pouring all of your love, soul, and devotion to him. It is a miracle that Dimitri is able to pull away gently from your embrace, backing off the bed to strip out of his boots, clothes, and pants hastily.

Dimitri crawls up your body with his nose and lips brushing your skin, taking in your scent. He turns your head and plants a heated kiss on your lips; stealing your breath and you eagerly pressed back with an insatiable hunger. You can faintly taste yourself in his mouth as Dimitri brings his hands forward to caress your skin, cupping at your breasts and kneading them in his hands. He tenderly fondles them, adoring their softness.

“You are one of the most amazing gifts I have ever received, (Y/N).” Dimitri brushes each thumb over your nipples, watching the pink buds harden. Those fingers begin to tease your nipples, twisting and tweaking at them in ways that make your hips jerk forward more to grind against his cock.

Humming in approval, your husband gives a light squeeze and chuckles at the gasp that falls from your throat. You take in a sharp inhale when he leans downwards to suck tenderly upon the hardened nipple, wiggling his tongue all across one of your breasts. His other hand keeps groping the other one between his fingers, all while your hips rock together in blissful harmony, enjoying how soft and delicate you feel beneath him.

His large hands slip around to grab your thighs when they melt into the mattress, ready for him. Dimitri’s intense grip will leave bruises tomorrow but you are going to pay it no mind—not when he sighs against your mouth, bucking his hips deliciously. His utter strength pushes you up the bed, has your back arching up into his warm, muscular body. Like a saccharine, you are eager for more delicious frictions but he presses you flat with his large hand on your stomach. Every point of contact your body has with him is on fire, alight with his touch.

“Dimitri,” you breathe, “Please,” you beg, raking your fingers desperately through his hair.

“Your wish is my command, my love.” Dimitri growls and aligns himself in front of your entrance. The tip pushed the outer lips apart with ease, and you gracefully accepted him inside. “F-Feels heavenly as always.” He groans at the tightness that surrounds his cock before beginning to pull back and thrusts forward to push his length deep inside of your pussy.

Dimitri did not falter with his thrusting. He impales his cock inside of your cunt, growling at how you squeeze his length each time he shifts his hips. It is perfect.

The bed begins to creak violently underneath the two of you as he increases in speed. Snapping forward with his hips, he starts to hit inside much quicker. The urgency of his sharp thrusts makes you gasp for a breath, air knocked out of your lungs, while finding a grip in his hair again to pull on.

His hips drive into you with more forceful pounding, permeating the room with the sounds of your love making—it is going to bruise from his force. This is ecstasy; The force behind his rams made you gasp and grunt, clawing at the sheets between your fingers with desperate need.

“Dima... I-I....!!”

Your body is overrun with the euphoria of another climax, cumming across his cock as he fucks you through the mind boggling orgasm. Your eyes roll back, and you shut them tight, twitching as Dimitri continues to stimulate you with rough thrusts.

You try to move and meet his thrusts but it’s all messy because you can’t think straight and all of a sudden he's grabbing both of your wrists from where they wander down the hills of his back, pinning them high above your head.

“Dima,” you slur, trying to move your hands from his grip. You want to touch him so badly, but his grip stays firm. “More…”

Whines and moans slipping past your lips without your permission each time he pushes forward with fervor—raw and fast. Dimitri feels himself on the precipice of release, getting closer each time the head of his dick kisses your cervix. He thrusts into you two, three, four more times before he grunts, pushing himself up to the hilt as his cock throbs inside of you.

“T-take it all, beloved!!”

Gasping, his cock bursts inside of you, releasing thick, warm loads of cum flooding inside of your womb. You let out a sharp cry of pleasure as you yourself come undone beneath him.

Everything’s all blurred and fuzzy, blissed out from your intense love making. You can feel Dimitri tremble as he groans into your skin, his nose buried deep in your neck. Dimitri stays still once the last bit twitches out, feeling his cock start to soften.

“Thank you, Dima. That was wonderful...” You whisper, still catching your breath after being so thoroughly railed by your husband. But Dimitri just smiles sweetly, leaning down to kiss you on top of your sweaty forehead, pushing some hair back from your eyes.

“Now that you feel warm enough... That was a great prelude,” Dimitri muses, trying to catch your breath. “May we have another round?"

Rosy pink on Dimitri’s cheeks is a juxtaposition to his recent ferocity. Your heart melts when you watch him fiddling with the blanket nervously and looks away from you. He doesn’t even notice when you reach for something else to wear from your wardrobe.

“I would not mind another intrusion like this on my study room in the future from my lovely wi—.... Beloved!? W-What are you w-wearing...!!”

“I feel a bit cold since you have ruined my clothes. So I had to wear yours, Dima.” You can hear Dimitri’s breath hitched in his throat when he sees you clad only in his fur cloak and a small strip of panties with sheer flower embroidery. An innocent smile on your lips is a sinful contrast to the enchanting picturesque—especially when Dimitri is gawking at his thick cum dribbles on your inner thighs lewdly.

”I will make sure that you are... Ahem. Thoroughly and properly warmed, then, beloved,” he gulps and pulls you on his lap, admiring your gorgeous body. “I do not think we would get any sleep if you keep on teasing me like this, (Y/N).”

“Then let us not.”

He puffs out a laugh and it’s music to your ears. You can’t help yourself rolling over and kissing the sound from his mouth, tasting the sweet noise on your tongue.

He placed you down on the bed carefully, following you down so he could kiss you again as his hands untied the ribbon on your nightgown and removed your panties softly. Dimitri put his mouth on your breast, started sucking on your peaked nipple. Your moans captivating him, enticing him to continue. His other hand caressing your back. You did your best desperately to tried to keep up with his pace, tugging off his clothes eagerly. You were so ready for what was to come, and you pulled back from the kiss and gazed up at him with longing.

“I’m sorry, love, I just want to worship you. I can still hardly believe that you’re letting me do this, I’m scared that this might just be a dream, and I will soon wake up in my bed, disoriented and alone. You don’t know how often I have dreamt of this…”

When you were both fully naked, Dimitri swallowed as he looked down at you, and you spread your legs as he reached down to his achingly hard cock.

“Are you sure, my beloved? I will never pressure you. W-we can always...”

“You won’t hurt me, Dima. It’s okay.”

Your words made him gulp and took a deep breath, trying to supress his nervousness.

You were embarrassed to discover that you were easily wet enough from just kisses and simple groping. He smiled at you as he began to slowly sink in your inviting depths. You let out a whine as you tried to hold back your tears. It hurts so much that you tried to endure it with burying your head on his chest.

Dimitri’s eyes closed as he dropped down to hug you softly, his deep groan rumbling in his chest as he pushed further inside you. Finally, your hips fully met as he was seated fully within you, and you knew that you had never felt anything like this before. No explanation could match up with how good it felt to be so intimate with the man you loved.

You felt his breath tickle your ear as he pulled himself back up, his eyes half lidded. “I’m sorry that I hurt you, (Y/N). You feel so good… forgive me, but it is hard for me to focus on anything else.”

He didn’t waste a second in continuing the movement, and his gentle thrusts was driving you insane. You were completely naked, and it had been a cold night, but you were so, so warm. There initial pain turned into a pleasant feeling that you had never felt before. Evidently this was new to Dimitri as well, because he was in no better of a state than you were, panting against your skin as he leaned down to kiss and give love bites at your neck.

“Dima, please… I can hardly stand it anymore”, you said breathlessly.

Dimitri couldn’t suppress his own groan as he was able to reach deeper within you. And when you rolled your hips up to meet him, he almost stopped his momentum to bask in how good it felt. He kneading, caressing, squeezing your breasts and stifled your moan as he kissed you again. The king stared down at his wife’s flushed face and felt both his heart and cocks twitch at the adorable sight before him. You were so beautiful like this, and his heart stuttered with every sound that left your mouth.

He raised one of your legs above his shoulder to get a better angle, and you cried in unison from the deeper reach of his cock. You came immediately from that angle, toes curling from your climax. The king of Faerghus grit his teeth as you clamped down on him, and in seconds he spilled his thick hot seed with a last thrust into your core with a strained groan of your name.

The two of you stayed joined for a moment before Dimitri gently moved off of you, giving you a shy smile. “I...do apologize for making such a mess of you, my love.”

He wasn’t making eye contact anymore, and you followed his gaze downwards on your body.  Your inner thighs were smeared with mixture of cum and streak of blood, and a small puddle of it pooling between your legs. Embarrassment came through like tidal waves as you closed your legs tightly and brought an arm up to cover as much of your body as you could.

Dimitri laughed at your bashfulness as he picked something from the drawer and moved behind you. “You’re doing amazing, Beloved. Please let me help you,” Dimitri said behind your ear softly, getting a soft mewl from you. Wrapping his arms around your waist, his hand slides up your torso to cradle one of your breasts. With the other, he reaches down and runs the towel slowly along your inner thighs. But he stopped when you moan from his ministrations between your legs.

He made a pleased noise into your hair, using his arms to pull you on his lap. Gazing into his beautiful cerulean eyes, you put your hands on his cheeks lovingly, caressing his eyepatch. He tensed and tried to avoid your gaze. “You needn’t to see such an awful sight, my love.” His entire body screaming nervous tension as he gazed away from you. He’s clearly self-conscious about showing it, so it must bothered him tremendously.

“It’s okay if you don’t want me to see it, Dima.”

He sighed. “No, I may as well get it over with. You’ll see it sooner or later.” Stiffly, he hook his fingers into the straps and eases the eyepatch over his head. There’s a deep jagged scar across his cheek and eyelid. Instead of cerulean blue, his right eye colour is milkish white. Your lips pulled into a gentle smile, hand ghosting over his wounded eye before trailing down his cheek.

“Beautiful,” you whispered affectionately as you leaned up pressing a light kiss over the battle scar, then proceed to kiss each and every scar on his body tenderly. You were surprised when he tugged you onto his chest, his arms wrapping around your frame firmly as he nuzzled into the crown of your head. “My sweet angel… What could I possibly have done to deserve you?”

Those words pulled your heart just a little too hard. No words are exchanged between you as Dimitri look at you with pure love and adoration in his eyes, as if you’re the most important thing in the world. Your husband gently lifts you on his lap and pull you into passionate kisses that you melt into. The head of Dimitri's cock noses at your hole, making you moan as he slides inside you.

He felt pride surge up in him as you squirmed and broke the kiss to let out another cute mewl. First few thrusts are awkward, adjusting to the new angle, but every time your sweet voice moaned his name, the pace quickly turns more savage. Watching your bouncing breasts with an unnerving intensity, his gaze as hungry as the motions of his hips.  His thrusts became frantic, and sweats beaded on his temples. Grabbing your hips in dead grip, he slammed into your body and sending you both over the edge in a maddening burst.

“S-Sorry, Beloved!! I didn’t mean t-to...” Dimitri stammered when the dawn of realization hit him. He has made you.. even messier than before. You chuckled at his guilty countenance. “We should clean up, then.”

---

After dried yourself, you changed into another nightgown, picked Dimitri’s huge fur cloak that he put on the couch and wear it as a blanket. Its comfy warmth and fluffiness made you drowsy. You wanted to go to sleep. Or at least trying to. But your husband had another plan in his mind.

“B-beloved! That’s m-my... my cloak!! W-why you...” he has became a stuttered mess. “Because it feels like being in your arms. Made me feel safe and warm. And.... it smell just like you, Dima,” you said as you flashed your beaming, innocent smile that has took his breath away. The moonlight that shone in through the window cast a radiant glow on your hair made him thought that you are an ethereal beauty. Such a sight to behold.

Seeing you in his cloak has awoken something primal inside him.

Dimitri pinned you down on the bed with such hungry eyes as if he‘s ready to feast on you... His blue orbs looking at you intently, asking for consent. When you gave him one, he teared up your flimsy nightgown immediately, his tongue circled and danced on your sensitive nipples. Dimitri put you on your knees as he bite and licked your neck in zealous manner. Giving you time to adjust to his enormous size, he kissed you passionately as he pounded into your pussy from behind. Started with slow thrusts, You can feel him rutting against your back as you tremble, eliciting loud moans from your lips.

Dimitri savoured the way your walls welcomed and enveloped his shaft with every re-entry, as if they were perfectly made to fit only him.. The loud moans from both of you were silenced by the sounds of skin slapped, ragged breath, and lewd wet sounds that filled the room. You screamed as a particular thrust hitting some spot on your inner walls that feels way too good and made your vision gone white.

You didn’t know how long it had been when Dimitri pants, “Sorry, I—” and his hands tighten on your hips. He drove into you once, twice more and buried his cock deep into you as he pumped you full again with his cum. The orgasm engulfed you both completely in an enormous tidal wave of pleasure and release.

Your limbs were melting as you breathing hard against him. When you opened your eyes, Dimitri is watching over you with utterly peaceful and warm affectionate smile. Both of you lie together like that in blissful afterglow for a long time. You felt like a tidal wave of exhaustion was crashing down on your body as a small sleepy noise escaped your lips. Dimitri laughed at your sleepy face and snuggled you into his arms, draping the cloak and blanket over your naked form.

You were half-asleep when you felt something hard poked your stomach. “S-sorry Beloved. I clearly lack the necessary self-control. You need to rest. I’ll leave you alone.” The young king blushed profusely as he let go of you and backed away. Dimitri never thought he would be this addicted.

"Keep going for as long as you want, Dima. Please take your time. I might fall asleep, but I don't mind," you said with a drowsy smile. All those pent-up stress must be taking a toll on him. Even if it’s just a bit, you want to help him to ease it. Not to mention that it truly felt amazing.

Your words had stoked the fire within him further. And, insatiable beast that he is, he took your offer on it. And he did multiple times, that night.

Holding his breath, he pushed out just an inch, relishing the silky caress of your walls. Then back inside—where it's warm, and tight, and already wet with his seed. Afraid to wake you up with his thrusting, he nudged his cock in and out gently. He thought back on the way your breasts bounced when you straddled his lap, your moans of his name, and that ravished look on your face when he'd reached right into your deepest core and found a way to take you apart from within. With a long groan, he tips over the edge, spilling his load into your welcoming pussy.

Still, he didn’t want to leave the warm embrace of your body yet. Draping his arm back around you, Dimitri put his large hands over your stomach, he wondered if you could be pregnant. If all the seed he'd pumped into you tonight has already found a way to take root, if your body was eager to accept him in more ways than one. To have a big family of his own with the love of his life.... His hips twitched at the thought. Dimitri let his finger trace over your lower body absent-mindedly, stopping at your mound.

He's staring wide-eyed at your pussy. “It looks so small,” he marvels, shifting you so his thumb can reach over to play at the entrance. He  saw a gush of cum flowed out onto his finger. Dimitri felt a swell of pride when he saw it. “You're so full of me, Beloved,” he added, a little awestruck, sliding his thumb on your clit, and tugging gently so more leaked out of you.

He had spent too many nights fisting his cock, dreaming all of this. Nights as a schoolboy at the Officers Academy, as a fugitive of his own homeland, a man who reclaimed Fhirdiad, even when he finally married to the love of his life. The poor king can only sighed when he recalled the days when he had to tend to his very painful blue balls at his study room or battlefield tent these past months while his unassuming wife was elsewhere. Those were the only time that he could relieved himself. Sad, maybe, but effective nonetheless.

He had imagined making love to you in so many ways, yet the reality still has him stunned. He feels as though he could indulge in you forever. He gripped himself and prodded the tip of his cock to your hole, sighing softly as the little mouth of your pussy opened and accepted him.

The sound of his thrusts is wet and sloppy, everything he had pumped into you squelching back out as he drove his cock into your channel frantically. Buried himself deep, Dimitri wondered if you were still asleep because every so often you gasped his name, or more. Eventually you are moaning out another climax, your hot pussy milking him yet again as he filled you with another load of his seed.

It was dawn when he was sated. He kissed your forehead and smiled in pure joy as he watch your naked form in his arms, sleeping with blissfully content look on your face. He cleaned you delicately with a warm towel and tucked you in the blanket carefully; embracing you lovingly before going to sleep.

---

You woke up feeling very refreshed but sore with Dimitri’s arm draped over your naked body. You had not have many opportunities to watch Dimitri sleep these days, but his face looks more peaceful than any of the times prior. You are glad. Hopefully he gets some restful sleep in.

You just realized your state and dire need for something to cover your body to save yourself from the embarrassment. Doing your best to slip away from your husband’s arm, you decided to wear his nightshirt instead.

Being a light sleeper, Dimitri woke up from your shifts. “(Y/N)!!!!” You startled at his sudden loud voice, shattering the peace of the morning. “Good mo—” You glanced back when you realized he hadn’t exactly responded, eyebrows raised when you realized your husband was gawking. His shirt hung off you in just the right places, the article of clothing is very large but somehow managing to flatter you much more than it ever had, for him. He was beet red from head to toe, and you stared at him, confused.

“B-Beloved... that’s.. m-my shirt!!”

You pulled at the fabric some, your breasts jiggling accordingly. Dimitri nearly fainted from his heavy nosebleed. His heart nearly stopped. He didn’t know why but seeing you in his clothing... always made him go crazy.

What made him so astonished? You decided to stand up and try to look at your reflection on the mirror. You had started popping the buttons open, one at a time. Your neck and breasts were littered in love bites. There’s some light bruises and teeth marks on your thighs as well.

He gulped and started slowly, crossing the room and grasping your wrists, pushing you against the wall. The large male towering over you as he sighed and mumbled into your hair, “Oh what I should do with you, my beloved? To woke me up in this way.... This is hard on a man’s heart, you know.” He couldn’t help but feel giddy at the sight. He was truly the luckiest man in the world.

“If you intend to poke the lion,” Dimitri kissed you as he popped the last button, “You had best be prepared to deal with what follows. "I can't withstand that sort of teasing, my beloved..."

“Do what you will with me, my lion.” You assured him with a warm smile that Dimitri melted into steamy kisses as he lifted you up, manhandled you while watching your reflection on the mirror. And you started to watch it in such hazy look in your eyes as lust and desire flooding your mind.

You can't took your eyes off the sight of both of you in the mirror—his muscled arms flexing as he pulled your body in his arms, your hands clutching him for some semblance of balance. Dimitri enjoyed seeing his cock slide in and out of you as well. He met your gaze in the mirror as he marked your shoulder with his teeth. Your sharp intake of breath made him grin before he trailed his lips up towards your neck.

Your gaze fixed upon flashes of his cock each time it withdrew before ramming back into your pussy. How he's watching your bodies came together, just as intently as you did. How your face flushed bright red as the inside of your pussy pulse with pleasure and bliss crashed out in a slow wave over your entire body. He took advantage of the thrust that made you bounce to coax your head back with a gentle tug of your hair to see your face when you came for him. He thrust in harder and faster, and making you moaned his name with each plunge, lewd voice mixing with the sounds of his balls slapping against your ass. Your husband gritted his teeth as you clamped down on him, and in seconds he spilled his impending release with a last thrust into your core.

You went limp and boneless after he is done. You almost fall to your knees but Dimitri hold you steady in his arms. "I am not finished with you yet," his eyes filled with raw lust and hunger.

He turned you onto your stomach and snap his hips aggressively against you, stuffing you full of his cock and stretching you out around him. Though even as he steadily pounds into you, he nuzzled the back of your neck and murmurs, "You feel so divine, Beloved.” He filled you with his cock over and over until you're an over-fucked, incoherent mess beneath him.

He went on using his inhuman strength to manhandle you on the bed into any kind positions. He's not very talkative when he went feral in bed—relied on primal grunts and moans, rather than words.  The most you're likely to hear from him is a low, rumbling growls, as he lifted your legs against his body, spreading you for him as he impaled his shaft into you, with you merely laying limp beneath him.

The Tempest King sure has endless stamina. You can’t help but to wonder whether his immense strength came from the Blaiddyd Crest. You have seen him in a trance-like state before, but not this expression; like he's working out years of repressed lust on your pussy. And he's got ways to go.

It was late afternoon when you were done. He carried your trembling body to a warm bath, helped to wash your body gently. The King of United Fódlan had injured his beloved wife. Very bad. You can’t even sit properly because your body feels totally numb from the over-exertion, not to mention that your hips and legs were unusable with how sore they were. Hickeys, handprints, bruises, and bite marks are scattered all over your body. A few of them were bleeding a bit as well.

“I’m fine, Dima. I think you should be proud of your ability, I mean.. endless stamina. And... you did amazing. Thank you, my love,” you tried to assure him as he laid you gently on the bed with grave concern on his face.

He was mortified when he realized that he had wounded his beloved wife very badly. It was your first time together and he had already  broken the person he loved most in the world because his lack of self-control. He looks like a sad, kicked puppy that kept on apologizing to you profusely.

“I’ll be sure to have you excused from our feast with the Blue Lions this evening. I’ll take good care of you while you’re recovering...after all, you seem to be quite in need of some extra attention from your husband.” His head hung down in shame.

Ah yes.. The celebratory feast for the King’s safe return. Too bad you won’t be able to attend and give your special gratitude to everyone. Especially Sylvain, for his helpful advices.

“It’s okay, Dima. I will be waiting for you, then. Please send my gratitude to Sylvain,” you tugged at his arm and pressed a chaste kiss to Dimitri’s lips. That wasn’t exactly easy, given you wanted to reduce as much movement as possible. “Don’t agonize over this, all right? Everything will be fine. Gentle or rough.. I love both sides of you. All of you, Dima. I am yours.”

Your words have rejuvenated him. Dimitri has flied to heaven in his dream-like stupor. You swear you can see a blinding glow of happiness emanating from his large figure.

---

Sylvain can’t stop smirk like a cheshire cat when he saw Dimitri kept smiling brightly on their feast. He looks like a new man that radiating pure joy and happiness. Noticing that you didn’t attend the feast, the readhead’s grin got even wider.

“Congratulations on your long overdue first night with Her Highness!”

Dimitri choked on his meal at Sylvain’s brazen words. “H-how on earth did you...?!”

“Disgusting.” Felix scoffed at Sylvain harshly. But Sylvain swore he can see Felix smiled in relief when he sipped his wine despite his harsh word.

Dedue cleared his throat at Sylvain and Felix’s words. “Congratulations, His Majesty. I am glad to see such your exuberant demeanour this evening. My best wishes for you and Her Highness.”

“Glad it worked out. I never knew you had it in you, His Majesty. You made your wife bedridden after your first time. Please make sure to name your first-born after me!” Sylvain laughed unceremoniously at Dimitri’s abashed reaction. Their King is on the verge of dying from embarrassment, thanks to the skirt-chaser’s teasing.

Felix rolled his eyes at Dimitri, sighing scornfully. “You made me feel sorry for (Y/N).”

“Ahem. I hope Her Highness a speedy recovery,” Dedue said in bashful manner.

To say that your husband brutalized with shame was such an understatement. You can’t help but to laugh and patted his head fondly when he got back from the feast with sullen look because of everyone’s embarrassing remarks.

And true to his words, the king himself spent most of his time on your bedside to help you recover. Either feeding or giving you ointments, your dearest husband always doing his best to do it tenderly.

“Dima... I don’t mind the soreness and bruises because this is what you do for me while I’m recovering,” You look up at him with a soft smile. “It might be fun to be a little more rough,” you said playfully.

Dimitri.exe has stopped.

He crushed your cup of water involuntarily at your comment as his face almost explode in deep shade of crimson.

“B-B-B-Beloved!!!!” A strangled whine falling out of him.

Felix

Felix will never turn down a request from his little sibling despite his endless complaints and annoyed sighs. He may make a stink over how it’s a ‘pain,’ but he won’t say no. 

He may not be the nicest, not emotionally expressive (aside from anger, determination, and rude words), and sometimes he’s downright just an ass. Both of you often ended up in arguments but he was always taking care of you secretly.

Expect your favourite cakes or small trinkets on your desk whenever he went to the town with Sylvain. But never try to ask him about it, he will get upset and might snap at you!!

Loyalty, honesty, and dependability are what he used to show he cares. On the outside it might appear to onlookers that he hates everyone and everything, but when things get tough he’s the first one you can call.

Anytime there is a battle Felix will get annoyed if you try to go on which would end up annoying you because you aren’t fragile, and might end up having an argument. But if you do end up going on the battlefield, both of you know that you can handle yourself. He always gets beyond anxious that something bad might happen to you that he almost shakes. Ironically though Felix might end up running straight to the enemies where you’ll have to follow behind him to make sure he didn’t do anything reckless.

Dedue

Words are rarely changed between Dedue and his little siblings. He may not be verbal with you, but his sentiment shows through his actions. When you were busy with upcoming exams, he often brought your favourite snacks or foods that he made by himself.

There’s no talking, and he just sits there beside you in silence. Drawing comfort from your reliable big brother really helps with your studying or relaxing time. Sometimes he will gave you some advices on learning on errands or tasks patiently

You often helped him to take care of flowers in the greenhouse. Roses, daffodils, lavender, carnations, anemones, forget-me-nots... Gentle Dedue taught you a lot about flowers and gardening. He almost choked in happy tears when you gave him a watering can and a flower wreath for his birthday. Hugging you and smiling warmly.

Sometimes a heavy pang of sadness gnaws at your heart whenever mean people bully both of you because of the Tragedy of Duscur. Big brother Dedue always tried his best to protect you from that kind of insult with a stoic face. It was very nice of Dimitri to defend both of you from that slander.

Dedue will get ferocious if someone dares to lay their hands on his little sibling on the battlefield. He will ask you to go to a safer place or stay behind him. It’s a known fact that being a retainer to the future king does not leave him much free time. But he always check on your well being after to battle ended before tending his wounds.

Ashe

Ashe always works hard to provide for his little siblings to prove that the world is still worth living in. He loves to see you happy and to hear your laughter.

He’s as open as his books even though his communication skills sometimes flop on him. Since your parents and Lord Lonato’s death, he acted like a parent figure for you. Offering moral support and genuine care for your well being. He can be such a worrywart sometimes but please don’t tell him so, he will be very sad if you told him that.

Weekends are very enjoyable with Big Brother Ashe! Cooking together with him and the Professor always brings so much joy. Bonus point if Dedue helped as well! It will be a delightful feast for Blue Lions!!

As much as he loves his little sibling, Ashe wanted you to be more independent. He will teach you life skills such as haggling, saving, and cooking. Dimitri often gave him some delightful sugar candies from the town that he shared with you when you had to stay up late for the upcoming exam. Hopefully that’ll help to keep you motivated!

“Claude!!!” Your face felt like it was on fire as you cried and jump off from his chest. But the sudden movement make your wound hurt excruciatingly and fall back on him. His smug grin gone instantly, face taut with concern and worry when he see your pained face. As gently as he could he moves you to sit in front of him.

“Hey, are you okay, (Y/N)?” His voice changes into a quiet, serious one as his emerald green eyes look at you. After a moment of silence, you shake your head and say to him slowly. “Nothing gets past you, Claude. To be honest, I wasn’t feeling quite well this morning, but I thought, it was nothing to cancel the mission over for”, you told Claude with a wrinkled face. “And now... I think I got poisoned from those bandits’ attack.”

“Damn it, you could have died! We can't have you putting on a brave face only to fall in battle.” Raking his finger through brown dishevelled hair, Claude let out an exasperated sigh. “And to think that you even exerting yourself to heal me in this condition... Please show me your injury, let’s see what I can do about it.”

Wincing in pain, you look at him reluctantly and showing your wound. He examines it silently for a minute and producing some small vials and powder from his inner pocket. “This will make it better in no time,” he said as he mix and gives it to you. The vial is filled with light green liquid with sticky, gooey texture and feel cold to the touch.

“It’s an antidote. 100% safe, I promise.” The mask he usually wore had been long forgotten, so you clearly saw the hurt flash across his face.

“Of course. I will never doubt you, Claude. Don’t get me wrong. I just think... that you are quick-witted and reliable. You make me feel safe,” you said softly as you smear the salve.

Claude is surprised at your words, unable to make any answer. It was very brief but you are sure that you saw a faint blush across his face. You couldn’t see it clearly because he gaze away in instant when you rub your sore upper thigh. He sure tease and flirts with you a lot, but he is a true gentleman in his heart.

“Rest assured. I won’t do anything funny to you. Lorenz will cut my head off. He almost did the last moon.”

“That’s because you  smeared his comb with thick soot. And you had the nerve to ask me to be your accomplice.” You roll your eyes at him with a deadpan look. “Don’t make me start on that horrendous, stinky THING that you put inside Lorenz’ boots. Even Marianne can’t stop praying for Goddess forgiveness for your heinous act! To put Dorte’s... a horse’s...”

“At least his grape hair looks better with some black streaks. His boots SMELL better that way! And that priceless look when Lorenz’ hands turned black with ink all over his fingers because I poked a hole in the side of his writing quill? I should have asked Ignatz to draw a picture of it.” A smug grin spreads across his lips. You can’t help but to laugh at his handsome roguish face.

“And you had my life at stake when you poisoned his cake, Claude! I have to spend a whole day at the infirmary because of your shenanigans.” You punch his chest playfully. “That stomach-ache was the worst in my whole life.”

“That’s an accident, I swear! I never knew that he would give that cake to you when he asked you for a tea time. Dimitri and Professor Byleth gave me an earful, thanks to it. Sorry, (Y/N),” Claude said apologetically as he draped his yellow cape over your shoulder. Barely had any strength left, you lean on his shoulder for support.

“You should get some rest, (Y/N).”

That sounds like a great idea. Who would know that getting poisoned, healing Claude’s injuries and sprained ankle will drain your stamina this much. “Mmh... your warmth feels nice... Claude.....”

“Hey! At least you should lay on the be—"

Claude is surprised when he hears your soft breath. He waited a few moments for your reply before shifting to look down on your face, only to find you quietly snoozing on his chest. With an amused smile, he tries to lift you up and lay you on the bed. Unfortunately, even a simple task like that is challenging for him in this state. His sprained ankle makes it difficult for him to stand up, let alone lift or drag you around. The flirty tactician sighs as he drops your head back down on his lap, tucking his cape carefully around your body to protect you from the night’s cold air.

“Everything will be alright, (Y/N). I promise.” He murmurs softly as he wrap his arm around you and snuggle close to keep you warm. Sleepiness engulfing him in a mere moment when he close his eyes.

---

You can feel someone stroking your back and it feels surprisingly good. The hand is warm and nice to the touch. A soft purr escapes from your lips as you let your body sink to that velvety touch.

“I’m glad you have recovered from your fever last night. The wound look way much better now. And.... You look like you are enjoying yourself.” Claude smirks at your curled-up form, looking oh so comfortable on his lap. A long moment of silence passes as he is waiting for you to squirm or turn red or... something. But the moment passed, and you remain curled up on his lap, none the wiser of his company.

"Wait... Are you actually asleep?" Claude finally asks, and you sighing softly as you rolled over, not acknowledging him in the least was the only answer he needed. "I'll give you five seconds to run. If you don't, I get to tease you." The smart tactician impishly states. You continued to snooze for the duration of Claude’s countdown. Finally, he sighed and gave up.

"Well, I guess it would be rude to move you," he mused, "and you do look so cute on my lap.” Claude sighs as he runs his fingers through your hair gently. “Mewling underneath me, a sight to behold for sure. Not that I’m complaining.” Letting out a small moan, you smile and move closer to him. Your forehead landed on something soft and comfortable. You bury and snuggle your face in it as if it were a cloud you wanted to dive into.

“U-Uhm... (Y/N), you shouldn’t do this to a man in the early hours of the morning. It might wake... uh... T-That’s my—”

His words made you bewildered. What does he mean? Mustered your strength, you tried to open your eyes and greet him.

“Good morning, Cla...”

!!!

You are utterly shocked when you opened your eyes right in front of.... between Claude’s legs. You can see a prominent bulge something behind his cape that draped around that part!!!

“I’msorryimsorryimsorryimsososososososorry, Claude!!!!”

You jump in panic and nearly tripped yourself. The class leader of Golden Deer laughs in mirth as he sees your cherry red face. You pressed your hands to your cheeks, as if you could bring down the colour. Claude’s annoying hearty laugh can be heard from behind of your back. Ugh, that tease! But unbeknownst to him, his usual facade does falter a bit. Even his poker face could not hide the heat and red shade that creeps on his cheeks.

It is strange and alien that you fell asleep to the rumbling of a thunderstorm and the rustling of trees in the middle of nowhere in a forest. And to wake up in the company of someone else in such an awkward and embarrassing manner!!!

“I won’t be able to marry anyone this way, (Y/N). But you can always take responsibility for it! I don’t mind. Besides, I got to see your cute sleeping face. So it’s a win-win solution for us, isn’t it?” Claude can’t stop laughing unceremoniously at your flustered face. He will never let you hear the end of this. But his banter stopped... when his stomach let out a loud rumble.

“Uh... Do you have something t— Oomph!”

His words died down when you shoved a bun that you took from your small bag to his mouth. “Let’s not speak of this incident. I was so embarrassed that I longed for death,” you said as you eat another bun resentfully.

“A single bun is not enough to bribe me. You can do better than thi—Ooouch!!” The silly man yelped in pain when you pull his braid forcefully. Serves him right.

BANG!!!

Your bickering has stopped abruptly when a huge axe found its way on the door. The blade glistening menacingly when the sun shines upon it. Is it those bandits!? Claude’s playfulness is gone in an instant when he sees the broken door.

“Calm down. Stay behind me”. Claude took a few steps in front of you as he reached for his bow cautiously.

“Geez. What a rude way to greet a delicate flower like me, Claude!” Hilda said as she breaks down the oak door in a not-so-delicate manner. “We came to save you two! Glad to see that you remain unscathed! Did we... miss something?” The pink-haired girl smirks devilishly at your hand that tugs on his cape tightly.

Professor Byleth, Lysithea, and Lorenz come inside and take a look at Claude’s swollen foot. After they are done healing it, Ignatz and Leonie help to load him onto Raphael’s back. Being so observant, Lorenz notices your injury and give you some vulneraries.

“It is a noble’s duty to look after injured people. You have been running yourself absolutely ragged and it wouldn’t be wise to make it worse. Would you please let me, Lorenz Hellman Gloucester to help you back to the Monastery, (Y/N)?”

“Thank you, Lorenz. But I can walk just fine. Thanks to Claude’s help, the fever is gone now. You guys should help him instead.”

Lorenz opens his mouth but closes it instead to prevent himself from arguing with you. He runs over to Claude and help him to carry his bow.

Unlike the previous night, this forest offers the charms of a good view in the morning. Moss sticks to all corners of the forest including rocks and soil. Taking a farther route due to the landslide yesterday, you pass along path-ways where flowers of every colour are blooming. There is a small lake surrounded by smaller trees in the middle of it. It was a leisure, pleasant walk back to the Monastery with The Golden Deer. They feel like a second family to you.

---

“Been forever since we saw you, (Y/N). Are you feeling better now? You may have missed some of Professor Byleth’s lecture on battalions and combat skills.” Dimitri greets you politely when you sit at your seat. “I...N-No..We... The B-Blue Lions missed you. A lot.” He adds, his voice is barely audible as he look at you sheepishly. You smile brightly at his words, turning the young prince into a blushing mess.

“Don’t worry, you can use my notes!” Annette chirped as she gives you her book. Mercedes smiles warmly as she offers you a bag of cookies that she made this morning. In a few minutes, all of The Blue Lions gather around you. They are so happy to have you back after you have been gone for so long. Sylvain even suggests you to sit on his lap instead of your... desk. And that’s how Sylvain got punched by Ingrid.  A month is like forever! It’s nice to be back!

After you are back for a few days, you are doing your best (with Felix and Ingrid’s help) to catch up on the training that you have missed. It was an intense match that ended just before dusk. After parting ways with them, you decided to take a short stroll around the Monastery before going back to your quarters.

You walked to the pier to observe the beautiful dusk. All the shades of reds mixed with the blues and yellows in a mesmerizing way. The sun is setting in a burnt orange sky as they washed the buildings and trees with a gentle, golden glow. Birds are chirping, and you hear the sound of a gentle breeze blowing through trees. Dipping your bare foot in the cool lake, you begin to ponder about your decisions regarding your future. Returning to Blue Lions is really nice and warm, but you can’t help but feel like you’re missing something. Last month... was pleasurable for you.

“Ah... It is the beautiful maiden who saved me with her bravery and helpful healing last month. I have called your name several times already but you didn’t seem to hear a word that I said. Lost in thought?” The Golden Deer leader grins playfully as he sit beside you.

Great. Perfect timing. Two minds make the work faster, and being a great schemer, Claude might be able to help you to find what you missed.

“How are you? What an intense stare. Is there something on my face? Did you miss this handsome face?” He winks at you playfully. It took all of your best effort to not roll your eyes at his flirting.

“...My future. I think I’m lost, Claude.”

“Please elaborate.”

“The Blue Lions are very nice to me but... I can’t help but feel like something is missing. I don’t know why but I can’t shake this feeling. Being with The Golden Deer made me....” your words trail off as you pull out your feet from the lake, then rub them softly to provide some warmth. The wind gets colder as the sky turns dark and the stars shine.

“.....feels like home,” you smiled as you tug his hand gingerly.

He smiles at your words. A sincere one, rare smile that reaches his eyes. “It broke my heart to have to let you go. You are such a capable healer. Smart and brave. Everyone will be extra happy to have you here. I know it is an important decision for you to make, but I think you would be happier with us.” He looks at your eyes intently. It almost feels like he is staring into your soul so deep that he is trying to steal it.

“What can I do to make you the newest and most beautiful member of The Golden Deer? Would you join us? Please? For me?” Claude said in his sultry, dulcet voice as he takes your hand and kisses it sweetly.

Now it is for you to choose, my dear Reader-chan, will you:

Remain with the Blue Lions: Dimitri is cute, kind, and you secretly have a crush on him. Everyone is kind and warm towards you and your loyalty remains with them.

A soft knock on your door brought you back from your dream-like stupor. Sylvain poked his head over your door and looked at you with a concerned face.

“Did you have that dream again?” asked Sylvain as he pressed a soft towel to your forehead gently. “I heard your screams from my room last night. If you aren’t feeling well, I can take over your shift this afternoon, (Y/N). Ingrid won’t be mad.”

“You’ve cancelled your date with her a million times because of me. I’m fine, really,” you laughed softly at your big brother.

“Give her some roasted chicken that I made last night. She told me that she really want to eat it to me last month. Don’t worry about the bread. I ordered them from Mercedes and Annette yesterday. Now... go and have some fun with your girlfriend!” you nudged his arm.

As all of your days, it was a busy day for Gautier coffee shop. It was a quiet raining evening, some more hours before you had to close the shop. You were just done tidying the bean shelves when Felix came with a pastry box in his arms that evening. He has visited you a lot these months. Like.... Five times in a week?

He heaved a sigh and gave you the shop’s key. “Just call me if something happens. Don’t forget to eat,” Sylvain patted your head before going out of your room.

---

 “Plain black. Extra shots. Make it warm.”

“Like usual, then,” you smiled as you took his payment and prepared the coffee. “Here you go, Fe— whoa!” He caught you off guard when he shoved an éclair into your mouth. “Mmmmph!! What’s that for?!” you pout and smacked his chest playfully.

Felix laughed at your puffed up cheeks. “Looks like an angry squirrel. Just trying some tricks that Sylvain told me. Besides, I’m sure you haven’t had your dinner yet. Here’s for you and Sylvain.” Your big brother’s best friend put the pastry box on the cashier table and gazed away very fast when he saw you munched the éclair, muttering something you barely can hear. “So cute and adorable.”

He brought his hand to cover his cheek and mouth, turned away from you. Poor Felix tried really hard to not let his imagination wander obscenely as he peeked and saw the éclair had left some of its cream on your cheek. Sylvain will 1000% kill him for these impure thoughts. You swore you saw his cheeks go into deep shade of tomato red behind his hand. Maybe your eyes were playing tricks on you?

“I’ll scold him later,” you rolled your eyes at the raven-haired older man. It’s rare for Felix to be this light-hearted. Not that you mind it.

Produced a soft handkerchief from his pocket, he dabbed it gently to your cheek. “Got some cream there. So clumsy.” He smirked with flushed cheeks.

 “Thank you for your kindness, Fe.”

“No problem. Sylvain said he will be late tonight because Ingrid’s grandma needs some help with their electricity. It’s raining outside. Guess I’ll be here for a moment,” he sat down on the couch in front of you, sipping his coffee. You knew he would be here to accompany you to keep you safe because Sylvain would be late. It almost feels like having two overprotective brothers.

“Oh, I recommended this place to my gym friend today, he’ll be here in a few minutes.”

“Thank you for recommending our coffee shop to your friend, Felix!!” His heart skipped a beat when he saw your beautiful, beaming smile. He almost had a heart attack and went straight to heaven. Poor Felix, you were so oblivious to his feelings.

Your light talks with Felix were abruptly stopped when the shop’s door bell chimed.

“Welcome to Gautier Coffee Shop!”

You were at a complete and utter loss for words when you saw a large man with golden hair and cerulean blue eyes entered your shop. Somehow he reminded you of a big lion. He cleaned his cloudy glasses with the sleeve of his turtleneck before waving his hand to greet Felix. Waves of unknown feelings, grief, and a sense of familiarity rushed towards your mind but you can’t remember anything about him.

“(Y/N)!!!” His eyes wide with shock.

Felix and you were surprised when the man called your name in such bewilderment. How did he know your name?

“Have we met before...?” You can’t help but to feel curious about him.

“You will make her scared, Dimitri. Do you two know each other? What happened to you?” Felix was worried when his friend let out a strangled choke and started to tear up. His shoulders were shaking as he took off his glasses and wiped his tears.

“Sorry.... I let my emotions get the best of me. An Espresso Macchiato and cheesecake, please.” He said with teary eyes as he put some money on the counter. Preparing his orders, you tried your best to shake this guilty feeling of making a grown-up man cry because of you. ‘Have I done something wrong?’ You can’t help but to feel sorry for him.

“I’m baaaaack, (Y/N). Sorry for being so late. I brought you your favourite cak—!!” Sylvain’s cheerful voices were muffled in your ears once the golden haired man held your hands tightly when you gave him his coffee and cheesecake.

 NO! DIMITRI, NO! BAD DIMITRI!!

“My love... I am so glad to have found you in this lifetime.”

Felix’s jaw dropped when he saw his friend snap out of it. He shot him an incredulous look and almost died from embarrassment when he HAD TO PULL his friend by the collar away from you. Sylvain jumped between you and the man in an instant, his arms wrapped around you protectively. He was glaring daggers at Felix for bringing such a creep around his lovely little sister.

“Please pardon him. Dimitri might be weird sometimes but he meant no harm. Sorry for that, (Y/N). Excuse us.” Felix muttered an apology under his breath as he bowed deeply and drag the muscular man forcefully, leaving your coffee shop with shouts and sobs.

Sylvain let you go reluctantly after they were out of sight. You decided to clean the shop a little bit more before closing it when you found blue glasses on the floor. This must belong to that lion man. What was his name..... Dimitri? His name brings back so many hazy memories. Who is he?

“Did he do something to you?” Sylvain looked at you intently, eyes full of concern.

“No. I’m fine, Syl. Really.”

“But... you were crying.”

An enormous bouquet of Forget-me-not was given to you that afternoon. Its massive size garnered everyone’s attention, Sylvain and other customers alike. You were about to ask questions when Dimitri greeted you behind the huge bouquet. You can see your brother gave you a sign to take it somewhere more private to not make a commotion. That’s why you decided to took him to the alley beside your shop.

“.... am I?” You were surprised when you felt wetness on your cheeks as tears rolled down your face gently. Shaking your head softly, you wiped the tears away. Holding Dimitri’s glasses to your chest softly, you hoped that your paths would cross again.

---

“I’m really sorry for yesterday. Felix gave me an earful about it. My name is Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd. Nice to meet you, (Y/N).”

“How.. did you know my name? You look familiar but I can’t remember anything at all.”

He looks shocked at your words and a little crestfallen. That look reminded you of his outburst last night and glasses that he left behind. “You left your glasses at my place last night. Feel free to wait for me at the shop, I’ll go and fetch it for you in a minute, Dimitri!”

He nodded and followed. Your big brother’s scowl deepened when he saw you went back to the shop with him. He let Dimitri know he had an eye on him, using his index and middle finger to point at his eyes, then to the golden haired man and repeated the action once more.

Sylvain insisted you buy some groceries for dinner because he WANTED to have a SMALL talk with Dimitri. The minute you left the shop after you kept the bouquet in your room and  gave him his glasses, you saw your brother hounded him with questions. This won’t end well. You felt sorry for him.

---

It was almost evening when you were done with Sylvain’s silly never-ending groceries and shop supplies list.

“Feel free to go and have dinner with her. Come back before 9 pm.” Sylvain said with a disgruntled groan. “Don’t try anything FUNNY with MY little sister.”

“Sylvain!!!” His words made you facepalm and dragged the poor lifeless Dimitri out from your shop.

“Sorry for that. Things have been rough since our parents died some years ago. Sylvain just wanted to keep me safe.”

“I  think... I passed... somehow? Thank goodness. That took ten years of my life.” His eyes were twinkling with mirth and his lips were twisted into a bright smile. You can’t help but laugh at his comment.

"I knew a place that had good food. I often went there. Would you like to try it?”

“Sounds like a great idea. Please lead the way, Dima. Ah—!!” You gazed off into the distance, lost in thoughts. “Dima...? Dimitri...? Blue... Lions.....?” It feels so familiar yet unknown in a way. Like your mind was stuffed with pillows.

He looked at you in astonishment at your mumblings. You may not remember him clearly, but it is there, somewhere... vaguely. ‘I will make you stay in this lifetime, (Y/N). Even if I have to do it all over again, it’s okay. I will make this work. I won’t let you be the one who got away. Not again.’ A single tear fell from him, but he reached his hand to you with a genuine smile.

“Shall we?”

---

It was a delectable meal in a homey restaurant. The owner, Ashe, is a close friend of Dimitri. Everything was great but there was some commotion when you two met Felix there. It turned out to be a dinner with a glaring contest between two grown-up men. Both of them insisted on walking you home by 8 pm, much to Sylvain’s mischievous laughter. Had he planned all of this?

Dimitri often asked you to have lunch or dinner with him. Sometimes going out for a quiet time at the local park or library, watching movies or visiting a nearby zoo. Once in every week, he always brought you a bouquet of Forget-me-not from Dedue’s florist.

Things always escalated quickly whenever Felix came and saw him. Either in the coffee shop between your shifts or small walks. It always turned out to be a walk together with both of them on your right and left side or non-stop bickering from Felix. Sometimes you were sure that their relationship is more like lovers’ quarrel than rivalry.

It was slow and steady. But Dimitri’s clumsy yet gentle nature has made you fall for him. A year and half later, you began to date him. Accepting his defeat with a deep scowl and sad look on his face, Felix moved on; never bothering both of you again. But he still comes sometimes to visit you and Sylvain at the coffee shop.

“You break her heart, I break YOUR everything." That’s the thing that Felix and Sylvain often said to him. Sometimes, the raven-haired man even makes a throat cutting gesture, bringing a single finger brought slowly from the left to the right of his neck while touching it. Good. Now Felix has become Sylvain No. 2.

Several years later, Sylvain got married to his girlfriend, Ingrid and ran the Gautier coffee shop together. You had moved with Dimitri to his homeland a year after that.

It was a huge uproar back then. Dimitri was overjoyed when you accepted the ring and agreed to move to his homeland. But Sylvain and Felix were not. Ingrid has to tie your big brother down so he won’t hit Dimitri for taking his only sibling away. Felix scoffed and whispered something in your husband’s ears, making the gentle man horrified and almost fainted. Goddess, please spare his life.

“I’m back.”

But he refused to tell you what Felix told him about and you always wonder why.

---

“Welcome home, Dima.”

“I brought a stew and snacks for both of you. How do you feel, my Beloved?” He said as he gave you some Forget-me-not.

It’s been two years since you got married to him and he still gives you a bouquet of Forget-me-not once in every week whom you loved dearly.

“Thank you very much, Dima. My lower back is killing me. Mmmh... may I ask your help to get up? I will brew some chamomile tea for us.”

“D-Don’t!! Leave it to me! You aren’t allowed to do that! You are 36 weeks pregnant, (Y/N)! The doctor had put you on strict full bed rest!” Dimitri said as he quickly put you back on your bed gently. He pulled some fluffy pillows from the couch and beat them mercilessly until they lay puffed out like obedient clouds on your sides.

He helped you to sit and patted your stomach gently. “I can’t wait to meet him, Beloved. Thank you for giving me so much happiness in my life. I don’t deserve all of thes—”

You gave him a passionate kiss that he quickly melted into to stop his self-doubt. “Never say such things, Dima. We love you very much with all of our hearts.”

“Thank you, my love. I am forever grateful that we can be together like this. I have lost you once already. But I won’t in this lifetime. You are my irreplaceable.”

“But I don’t regret it, Dima. I’m glad that you were safe. I would protect you in a heartbeat. Over and over again.”

“Don’t say such things light-heartedly! It was a living hell for me. Everyone lost their memories, only mine remains. My immense grief and regrets over losing you was the reason.”

“I’m sorry, Dima. I will never leave nor forget you again.” You took his glasses off and wiped his tears softly, pressing kisses to his right eye.

“How countless lives of searching had brought me at last to the present moment with you.... I am truly grateful for this chance. I will spend the rest of my life trying to make you, our son, and our future children happy by my side, Beloved.”

“Our future children?” You laughed heartily at his words.

“Yes. I want to have lots of them! As many as you allow me to.”

“How much do you want, Dima?”

“..... Two.”

“Dima. Be honest.” You gave him a deadpan look.

“Ten.” He blushed and hid his face in your breasts. “You.. look so beautiful with my child, Beloved.”

You bonked his head playfully and put your hands on his cheeks. “Silly. How could I say no to this beautiful cerulean blue puppy-eyes?” you sighed exasperatedly.

Sylvain (Lily of the Valley)

Giving flowers to flirt someone is a frequent habit of the Garreg Mach’s infamous philanderer back then in his academy days. Yeah, he got his fair shares of flowers from the girls as well. But your Lily of the Valley strikes him wonders. Unlike other gaudy, vibrant flowers that he often received back from the others, yours are small and unique.

“I grew these flowers by myself, Syl. And they made me think of you. Lily of the valley are thought to bring luck in love but can also symbolize a return of happiness. I hope we can find yours someday!” You said as you present him the flowers bouquet in his quarter at his birthday.

If he was not certain before, now he’s sure that you’re the one. “I have found it already.” He draws you into a hot, searing kiss right then and there, pulling away with the loveliest genuine smile. “Before I met you, I’d gone my whole life not knowing there was another way for me to live. So from the bottom of my heart…I’m glad we met.” He grins at your blushing face and plant another kiss on your forehead. Sorry for the pun word

Felix (Rose)

"Quit joking around.” He tried to push it off but stopped when he saw your fingers that is littered with cuts here and there from cleaning the rose thorns. “You don't have to go out of your way to do ridiculous stuff like this.”

He struggles to keep a straight face and keep the blush across his cheeks from showing. Despite his harsh words, Felix took you to infirmary and put some healing ointments over the scrapes gently (while berating you non-stop).

Much to your surprise, he put them nicely and well-kept in a vase in his room. He quickly tried to hide it when you saw them. “I don’t hate them and they smell pretty nice so I put them in my room. Don’t get any wrong ideas, moron.” You swear you can see the faint tint of pink at the tip of his ears but he’s practically glares daggers at you when you said so.

Dedue (Tulip)

This green finger man always has soft spot for you. He may never say it much but he always got this rare tender smile while he helps you watering your flowers. When you present him a bouquet of tulips with unique colors that only grow in Duscur (that is able to grow nicely thanks to your hard work and monastery greenhouse’s dry, fertile soil) he blinks at them for a moment, totally silent.

“Duscur is a dead land. But seeing this blossom brings back memories.” A slow smile blooms over his face as he accepts them. “Someday, I hope to show you a whole landscape of these flowers in full bloom.” He thanks you in quiet voice, holding your hand tenderly. “I’ll cherish them lovingly. This means a lot to me.”

He turned the tulips into pressed flowers and treasure them in his room. You can often caught him marveling at your pressed tulips with gentle smile on his lips during your tea time with him.

(When Dedue said that there are some flowers color that only available in Duscur, a dry land that turned barren because soldiers have trampled upon the flowers, I like to imagine flowers that he mentioned as tulips because they do come in various colors. Needless to say, they are pretty delicate and can only grow in dry, fertile soil. So it matches!)

Ashe (Sunflower)

He smiles so bright with a faint blush spread across his freckled face  when you gave him a bouquet of sunflower. “Are you really sure that I can have this?” He’s definitely tearing up over them and just can’t stop grinning while hugging the bouquet tightly.

Ashe pick one flower and tuck it behind his ear and run around the monastery to brag it off to everyone that he met on the way.  Later, he put them in a vase inside his quarter and take a really good care of it.