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[dimiclaudeblaigan]

One of my favorite things about DimiClaude is how Claude would be going into their relationship not knowing affection and love, but Dimi is so outspoken about his compliments and often can't even help himself when he's being extra kind. For someone who didn't ever get to hear all these kind things before it'd be so crazy to Claude to suddenly have someone always having good things to say about him and being so honest about his thoughts.

I think it's really sweet for Claude to be able to have someone dote on him and openly and easily express love for him, but also, Dimi really can be extremely blunt with his honesty and his feelings so I think Claude would quickly realize he's not even lying or just trying to make Claude feel better, but that he actually expresses what he's really thinking.

Since Claude is good at playing things off so I think for a little while he'd be able to avoid acting so flabbergasted by Dimi's sincerity, but eventually he'd be like holy shit he still hasn't stopped fawning over me. It'd be so weird for him for a while but he'd also really love it and be incredibly happy that someone is so genuine toward him and always has nice things to say.

I also think it'd be really cute for Dimi to learn from Claude about how to relax more and joke more. Dimi literally tells Alois in their supports that people tell him he lacks humor, and it'd be so cute to see him start to naturally ease into humor because of the time he's spent with Claude.

LISTEN. It's just so cute to me that Dimi can learn to have fun and Claude can learn what it's like to be loved, and not just loved but also openly told how his partner feels about him, and so earnestly that Claude can't even doubt that Dimi is just exaggerating. Imo they give each other qualities that the other really needs and wants and they can do it seamlessly. ;_;

[caitlynmeow]

oh oh also! wait is cass’ wife trans? ur response to other anon where there’s like. a surprise pregnancy(?) and their daughters having both of their characteristics made me think that but i could have misinterpreted. if that’s not it tho i’m very interested to know how they go about conceiving. similar to what alcina went thru in regards to specifying that they have daughters? donor that looked like wife? cass’ reasoning for wanting to give birth rather than adopt? 1 million questions i am so sorry but i love your modern dimis so much and love them getting fleshed out

no no she isn't trans just a masc lesbian

ohhh yeah about that (this involves a lot of dubious science because i have no idea how this works lmao) Cassandra did it the same way Alcina did, went to a fertility clinic and they tried to get genetic samples from both her wife and a donor with similar genes (hair, skin and eye color)

and the thing with conceiving is that cycles are hard to catch and there a lot of misses before it works this is why Cass doesn't always end up pregnant that's why when she was acting crazy her wife realized it must have worked this time because of how Cass is acting. like she was delighted that it worked but also trying to calm raging Cass down rip what a way to find out you're expecting another baby

Cass did it this way because this is how she and her sisters came to the world. often while growing up they'd sit with Alcina looking at their pictures and many of them had Alcina pregnant with a daughter and they all love and cherish those memories. It's why Cassandra wanted to have the same experience.

no anon i absolutely love these questions!! :D

[yanderefairyangel]

Wrt Dima accusing Eddie of causing the tragedy not making sense unless you take into account of the former's state of mind, I wouldn't say it doesn't make sense completely. He overheard the conversation between her and Thales where the latter says that the tragedy was committed for her sake. Plus her getting unmasked as the Flame Emperor and her nonchalance about the incident, whether it'd be using the Shaggy defense in the dub or outright saying she doesn't care in the Japanese version, didn't help. Now whether Dimi should've believed Thales or not is debatable, but the point is that I don't think it's entirely unreasonable for him to be like Edel caused the tragedy or was involved in it regardless of taking his state of mind into account or not. Cause accessory after the fact is a thing and considering Edel knew who actually caused it and still worked with them (and that's not getting into the BE version of Ch 3 where she enables the lie by saying the people of Duscur were responsible for the tragedy), I can see why Dimi would feel betrayed and accuse her.

Here is the thing though. No matter what, Eddie was Dima's AGE. She was a kid at the time. How can a kid partake in any way in that tragedy ? Like yeah, the Agarthans appararently did it to help Eddie in the future when she was being experienced by them and all, but she was still a kid. Whenever Dima talked about her, it was like she was the mastermind behind everything, heck she even turn as a monster to symbolize how Dima view her.... when she was a kid....

I have no idea if it's the localization messing up again and making Dima says stuff like that, but from what I saw it makes 0 sense unless you put yourself in his shoes and goes "yes he isn't in a state where he can think rationally"

Again, it's all about the portrayal, if you compare how he behaves in AG, Dima is much less agressive towards Eddie when he bring out those possibilties, the plot is more focused on the mystery but tbf Eddie isn't working with the Slitheres in that timeline because she doesn't need them because--... wait why doesn't she need them in that timeline why ?!

But you also points ou something Anon, why on earth does Eddie not try to defend herself from the accusation when Dima blames her for that ? Makes literaly no sense. I know AM is mainly biased by Dima's perspective and Eddie is kinda evul just for the sake of it because of it rather then the whole "I must free humanity" thing because she is Zephiel but reversed but is that really the only reason ?

Ugh, at the end of the day case in point, I think would Dima be able to stay sane he wouldn't have immediately assumed it was her because it really doesn't make sense at all and now that you mention it I don't buy their "tragic" relationship thing when in the Academy phase they are never shown having a genuine bond. I know they were childhood friends and then became step siblings but didn't Eddie forget that or something ?

[vilonnie]

I have distracting brainrot + this is the brainrot website here are some vague key points of VW which I could probs write an essay on but I need to get it out of my system (mostly claudethoughts):

two protagonists who don't know what's going on fighting for what is thematically a misfit underdog nation that nobody else respects who don't share the theatric tragedy of the tormented fodlan royals born into high esteem, which I think is why the as previously stated misfit-underdog route may appeal to some people more than a classic tragic hero (dimitri) or martyred chosen one (edelgard) route

^ reworded this several times to avoid sounding derogatory towards dimi and el because I like them too I just want to go through the obvious reasons why g'deer feels so tonally different

golden deer has the closest and most consistently strong/positive relationships + dynamics between classmates as opposed to the other houses whose secondary characters tend to have more complicated and loaded feelings toward one another, but I think the reason that the consistent power of friendship writing works so well for me here is because when the deer reconcile so lightly and easily again and again it's a response to the route's overall themes of isolation. golden deer found family forever etc etc

they have the power of god and anime on their side

the notable association of claude with edelgard and vice versa is probably for heterosexual reasons courtesy of the writing team or someone on it lol which I don't mind because they're both bi to me anyway but I think it's more interesting to think about it as a friendship-that-could've-been dynamic because even though they have similar ideals and could've worked together with better communication/compromise of course the golden day protag and the blackest night antag are doomed to kill each other over and over and can never reconcile lmao. also contributes to the scarlet blaze bad end being my favorite route in that game

there's a slight note of bitterness when claude speaks to or about the other lords which I think is probably is more to do with either his own self-image or the way he's perceived than anything else. yet he was still the one the writers chose to insist that he and the other two were friends in the cindered shadows story and to staunchly (and explicitly naively) claim that war between them was impossible. which is interesting to me

claude and rhea vs khalid and seiros. you know?

no matter what you have to strive for knowledge and understanding of each other and of our world

no matter what you have to strive to cultivate and cherish your bonds of friendship even after a life of loneliness

thinking also about how even though ultimately it is vital to sympathize with and humanize seiros it can still be said that nemesis vs seiros, as well as seiros and wilhelm's initial conquest that created adrestria, is a cycle that repeats itself in rhea vs edelgard, as well as the reunification of adrestia. edelgard ironically becomes seiros here in that she is a "chosen one" fighting to be strong enough so that the trauma they experienced when vulnerable can never happen to their people ever again, though it can be argued that when they come to power over the land they will inadvertently perpetuate other injustices themselves

so if crimson flower is about exploring cycles then verdant wind is about breaking them, hence it being the only route that brings the game full circle with its opening cutscene, and why relations with almyra are brought up so frequently in concurrence with the foundational history of fodlan (i.e. the timeline regarding the construction of fodlan's locket and garreg mach)

and to do this you need KNOWLEDGE and FRIENDSHIP!!!!!!!!!!

in the end, again, it is always about understanding

claude and byleth is about how if you feel like you're all alone and the only freak of your kind among your peers do not worry! there is a circle of ride-and-die weirdos just waiting for you to become attached at a truly unnatural pace <3

hilda and claude is actually one of the most interesting relationships for me because I love their whole rose-colored boy vibe they have going on like with the "hand heart even my neck" quote which is unironically my favorite and I think has a lot of implicit nuance, the relationship has a lot of risk/danger to it inherently but snowballs into such casual trust it leaves you breathless, even though the environments they were raised in would suggest they should be afraid of each other and each other's natural enemy, I think it's because they cultivated such a lighthearted, mundane, fun-loving teenage friendship that the weight of their absolute devotion and loyalty to each other later on feels meaningful, the "imposter complex gf who sucks (affectionate)" and "deranged workaholic bf who won't let up" dynamic is so fun and I think just as hilda allows claude to relax and open up claude motivates hilda to expect more from herself and be her best self, I love how despite his self-image hilda sees so much kindness and integrity in claude and despite her self-image claude sees so much strength and brilliance in hilda, also since I have problems I like how they die in crimson flower lol

aaaaaaauguughgh. sword lord

ok thats enough for now

[infernalrevenge]

The Greatest Show

Fandom: Resident Evil 8: Village

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Rating: G

Summary: Donna and Angie attempt to cheer Reader up after a bad day.

Notes: A little bit of domesticity and comfort from our resident dollmaker. Yes, Reader is still a servant in the house while also being her partner -- because why not HAHAHA. Just thought this would be a fun silly thing to write.

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This day was not going the way you thought it would. Well, that was putting it nicely -- this day was going to shit.

It was bad enough that you had a hard time falling asleep last night and woke up in a sour mood, but then you had an argument with a new vendor at the village who not only exclaimed that there was no new shipment of vegetables that morning, but also had the gall to try and throw you out of the store under virtue that they "didn't want the freak servants of one of the freak lords tainting their good establishment." The fucking nerve!

When you got back to the manor empty-handed, fuming but attempting to prepare lunch (sans vegetables), you accidentally burned your hand on the hot stove. As if that wasn't bad enough, when you jumped back in pain, you knocked over a few plates onto the floor and had to clean all that up too. You had to complete all your other chores with just one usable hand, the other one wrapped in a loose bandage. Fantastic.

You wanted to scream. Just let out a long scream to let the frustration out.

But you didn't. You couldn't. You still had other things to do, and you weren't going to let a few setbacks ruin it all. You went about your day as usual -- or at least you tried to, because you didn't quite notice how you would grip onto cups a little tighter, with your jaw set and locked as your grit your teeth, and had a perpetual furrow in your brow that worried Donna and Angie.

"What's up with them?" the doll muttered as she watched you slam a tray down in the kitchen when you thought no one else was around.

Donna didn't reply, only looking at the tension you held in your posture -- like you were set to burst with just one wrong move.

Your thoughts were consumed with tasks to perform for the rest of the day, chanting "Just get through it, you'll be fine" over and over in your head like a mantra. You didn't want to worry Donna over such trivial matters. This was just one bad day. You were better than this! You could do this. Just get through it. Just push! Just do it!

It was close to evening when you found your last task for the day before supper: Tidying up the library. Maybe you'll see Donna and Angie there and they could help lift your spirits. Finally, something to look forward to! Angie would probably make some quip about your bandaged hand, and Donna would be winding down on the couch and picking out a movie to watch after supper while you could talk about something to take your mind off the stress. But when you were greeted with a dark and empty space, neither of them in sight, you only sighed in disappointment.

Just get through it, you'll be fine.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and blinked away the blurriness in your eyes, picking up the duster in the corner.

Just get through it, you'll be fine.

You looked up at the clock. Half an hour until supper. Right on time. You took a deep breath to calm yourself and headed for the kitchen.

You were already going through the menu in your head when you felt an insistent force collide onto your chest, nearly knocking you over.

"Angie?"

Donna wasn't with her, and didn't seem to be anywhere nearby either. She was merely floating on her own. "Y/N, just the person I'm lookin' for! Come on, I gotta show you something!" She seemed rather urgent and excited at the same time. What was she planning now?

She took your uninjured hand and started pulling.

"Wait, but I have to get ready for supper--”

"Supper schmupper, this is way more important!"

"But--”

Angie dragged you by the pant leg to the living room, leaving you no choice but to hop along and follow. There, you saw a table laying on its side covered in a shiny silky cloth, obscuring your view of what or who could be behind it. You could just barely see a familiar veil-clad head crouching underneath. Before you could ask, she yelled at you to sit down on the short stool in front of the set up.

"Angie, what's going on?"

"You'll see, I promise. Now be quiet, the show's about to start!"

With that, she waddled away behind the table, seemingly greeted by a chorus of soft giggles. You tucked your knees close to your chest and waited for the commotion to settle down... whatever this was. You were used to Angie's antics at this point, but what kind of show was she talking--

Suddenly, three puppets dressed like the lords popped up from behind the table, with another one looking like a smaller replica of Angie. They all had cutesy and somewhat exaggerated features, completely made out of felt, cloth, and stuffing. Like plushies.

What the...?

"Don't be sad, Y/N!" they said in unison, their voices remarkably similar to each respective lord, if not much higher in pitch.

"Welcome to the village, we're so glad you're here! Turn that frown upside down and give us a cheer!" they sang, each of the dolls moving along to the beat they made.

"Donna, Angie, w-what..." you started, but they kept singing. You weren't quite sure who exactly might be providing these voices -- the dolls themselves, maybe even Donna -- but you were getting more and more amused by the second.

After their short number, introducing each lord to you (Big Sister Dimi, Mr. Heisenberg, Moreau the Fish Man, and Angie, as you recall), they proceeded with the show proper. Apparently that song wasn't all the two of them had up their sleeves.

"Okay, everyone! We have something very important to do!" the doll that looked like Angie spoke up (probably played by Angie herself) "How do we cheer up a loved one?"

"A loved one?" Doll-Moreau repeated.

"Yes! When someone we care about is sad, we should help in any way we can to cheer them up, right?"

"Right!" Doll-Dimitrescu agreed.

You felt a small smile start to crack your facade. Was this all for you?

"But how do we do that?" Doll-Heisenberg chimed in.

"Well what are things that they like? What makes them happy?" Doll-Moreau asked, who turned to Doll-Angie.

"They like cookies! Chocolate chip are their favorite!"

As if on cue, you felt something tug on your leg, and you looked down to see a porcelain doll in a sailor suit lifting up a plate of cookies to you, littered with chunks of chocolate in the dough. "Thank you," you said softly, giving the little one a gentle pat on the head before they ran off back behind the table. You placed the plate on your lap and started to nibble on one as the show went on.

"What else can we do to make them happy?"

"They also like tea with their cookies!"

You could just barely hear someone whisper "Tea? Ew, why not milk?" before they were swiftly hushed. On cue again, another doll emerged with a cup of hot tea for you. You whispered another thanks before they went back, taking a sip of your drink.

"We can sing their favorite songs!" Doll-Heisenberg started trying to sing before Doll-Dimitrescu interfered with a swift knock to his head. "Not with your voice, you can't."

That was a little mean, but you couldn't help but laugh anyway. You would've choked on your tea if you had been drinking it still.

"Why don't we ask them?" Doll-Angie said, turning to face the audience -- you. "What would make you happy, Y/N?"

The smile on your face only widened, tapping a finger on your chin as you made a show of thinking deeply. Might as well play along if they put in so much effort. "Well, what would make me happy is to have my lovely girlfriend here to share these cookies with."

"You heard 'em, Donna, get over there!" The real Angie peeped from behind the table, with the puppet lords cheering on as well as she emerged from her hiding place. You didn't even need to see under her veil to know she was blushing madly at the attention, even though it was just you and the dolls in her company right now.

You moved the plate of cookies from your lap to make room for her. "Y/N..." she was about to protest, and you pouted in response, giving your best puppy dog impression and opening your arms. "I thought you wanted to cheer me up, love?"

With a sigh and a shake of her head, she settled herself on your lap, your arms wrapped around her waist to keep her steady. You looked up at her fondly and pulled her against you -- it suddenly felt like the day's worries had melted away, and all that mattered was having the woman you loved so close to you. That in itself was a great comfort.

Angie seemed to have taken the reins now, the show getting louder and more chaotic as it went on -- the dialogue was reminiscent of the banter you had with her, and some jokes were made at the expense of the other lords (and sometimes Donna), much to her embarrassment. You rested your chin on her shoulder and couldn't help but laugh along.

"I'm glad you're feeling better," Donna whispered, tilting her head slightly to look at you.

"You... noticed then?" Your shoulders sagged, head weighing heavier onto hers, feeling like you wanted to hide.

"I did. It was a little hard not to." She gently took your bandaged hand in hers, pressing a tender kiss onto it. "But I didn't want to stand by and not do something about it, so... I hope this was okay."

You felt your heart swell with affection for her -- when did you get so lucky to have such a thoughtful woman by your side? "More than okay. This was very sweet of you and Angie."

A moment passed before Donna spoke again, "I just want you to know that... if there's anything you want to talk about, anything at all, know that I'm here for you, love. Always."

You could almost feel a tear come to your eye at that, "I'll keep that in mind."

You caught a glimpse of her smile at this angle, "You know I'd do anything to see you happy."

And she could see yours, "You already do."

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(After learning of the existence of these "lord puppets", it became a game between you and Angie to hide them in plain sight whenever each lord would come visit the estate and bet on how long it took for them to notice it.

Lord Heisenberg almost never seemed to see his -- you weren't sure if he just didn't care to look around, or found it once and opted to ignore it, muttering something about it being "creepy".

Lord Moreau took a while to find his too, but when he did, you couldn't forget the look of joy and flattery on his face. It was quite adorable, and it turned to how quickly he could find the doll in a new room instead.

Lady Dimitrescu never visited, but when you and Donna went over to her castle, you always made sure to bring it with you. You would catch her daughters trying to hide their snickers when you would just stand around carrying the doll like Donna did with Angie, but whenever the lady tried to find out why, she never thought to look at you to see the commotion. Your girlfriend sometimes scolded you for it, but Angie always had a high five ready for you at the end of every visit.)

[kiss4kazu]

Hi! could I request some headcanons for what kissing Ashe and Dimitri (Felix too if thats not too much if not its fine) would be like for the first time?

☆ first time kisses with ashe, dimitri, felix 

↳ ashe babie boy 

although ashe is really innocent and pure i think he’s easily one of the most romantic in blue lions and would really go above and beyond always for the person he loves. 

i know a lot of people probably see ashe as someone being too reluctant and nervous to actually ever make a move first but i think if he really liked someone, he’d be extremely obvious about it, blushing like crazy, a stuttering mess, etc and after enough pep talks from sylvain he’d finally make a move to ask u out on a date and it would be an absolute wreck.

would literally put together something so fckin cheesy n corny but in the most adorably ashe way that it makes you want to punch him from being so precious

like a cute picnic or something by a lake and he’d make cute little cakes with some help from annette and it would just be so pure. 

he’d rehearse how he’s going to confess in his head like a million times but when the moment actually comes it ends up just being a jumbled up mess filled with “ums” and he’d try to stick to the script him and sylvain came up with and get out a “y-you’re r-really… u-uh… p-pretty..” but then he’d fuck it all up by saying something weird n dorky like “a-and you s-smell really nice… w-wait that’s weird i’m sorry-” and you’d just hold back ur laughter, ur heart swelling with so so much affection for him. 

ofc he’d ask for permission to kiss you, cheeks crimson and his eyes looking up at yours like tht one starry eyed emoji. you’d give him a vocal response, since he rly needs that reassurance. no stutters just “of course ashe” and he’d smile so so big and then just swoop down totally uncoordinated. 

would probs miss your lips and have to readjust. 

kissing ashe for the first time would be … messy. he’s not experienced at all, and doesn’t know what to do with his hands and he’d honestly be a dead fish for a good few moments. but as you ease him more into the kiss, he’d loosen up a bit, tilt his head and just stop overthinking. his lips would be really warm and would taste so sweet from the cake and he’d smile so hard into the kiss that your teeth end up bumping into each other and you’d pull away laughing

ashe kisses are the best honestly the butterflies fireworks the whole shebang yknow. 

as he gets more confident he’d probably try out a few things he’s seen in books like slipping his tongue in and would be completely taken aback by just how nice it feels. would probably whine into the kiss, cradle your face in his hands, and once you guys pull apart for some air he’d just breathe heavily against your lips with the dopiest smile on his face :( <3 

he’d be rly slap happy after kissing you for the first time and would probably tackle u onto the picnic blanket laughing from happiness kissing your face everywhere and showering you in compliments, shoving his face into ur neck and just breathing in ur scent. 

he’s very clingy ok. 

↳ dimi !!

whew. ok so we’re gonna do academy phase dimi since feral dimi is uh… probs not sfw & violent skjdfjslkjfd  

academy phase dimi knows NOTHING about kissing n he has 0 experience so it takes him forever n a day to finally get the balls to kiss u and when he does … whew. 

i can imagine kissing dimi to be during like , a deep convo or something late at night, when he’s having trouble sleeping or something and ur just running ur fingers through his hair, listening to him as he vents and admiring the sound of his voice bc he’s always more talkative at the dead of night when he’s sleep deprived. 

he’d just look at u so so lovingly and it would be suffocating and ur just staring at his lips but u know ur probs way in over ur head bc uh he’s the future king of faerghus 

but then he’d ask for permission too like ashe tbh bc he’s just polite like tht and has too good mannerisms 

plus he cares a lot about your comfort and would never want to make u feel unsafe or uncomfy especially by his doing

and you would nod with quickness n he’d waste not a second to connect ur lips 

kissing dimi is like a trance tbh, type of kiss that feels like something in u is short-circuiting 

literally the type of kiss that makes ur knees buckle u know the ones. 

he’s a rly rly good kisser n it makes no sense bc he’s literally never kissed anyone before in his life n it kind of makes u mad bc why is he perfect 

a rly rly passionate kisser and he can be kind of rougher than he intends to bc he’s not good with fragile things 

clearly v dominant in the kiss, one hand with an iron grip on ur hip the other tangled up behind ur neck, gripping ur hair. after a while gets reluctant and starts to overthink things and pulls away apologizing for being too rough

you’d probs have to reassure him a million times tht its okay dimi ur not hurting me!! 

he’s rly touch starved tbh so he always tends to take pecks into full-blown makeout sessions or when he intends to just kiss ur forehead he ends up kissing ur cheeks too, ur jaw, down ur neck just riling himself up tbh and then he finally  looks up at u with his eyes all dark n ur just like … here we go

did i mention he groans a lot during kisses bc he does 

dimi’s other sides shining through when his emotions overwhelm him is just .. dimitri 101. 

he’s rough, seemingly an expert at this shit, his tongue shoving past your lips and completely taking u off guard. he’d literally kiss you so hard your head would spin and he’d do it all with a blush on his face bc he’s still a shy babie.  as soon as the moment is over he’s back to stuttering n being all awkward boyish prince. 

he’s also the type to shower u in compliments between kisses.

kisses lips “you’re so gorgeous” smooches neck “so amazing” kisses jaw “goddess i love you” 

im scream crying

↳ felix too bc WHY NOT ! i love him 

listen. 

this little fucker kisses the life out of people u heard it here first folks. 

he’s 100% a heat of the moment type of kisser. it could go two ways tbh. like if you got hurt or something on his behalf he’d scream at you with glossy eyes for a good 5 minutes and then just stare at you all >:( and then he’d just grab you and  kiss the fuck out of you.

probably the most passionate kisser out of the three, he kisses to the point where u can’t feel ur toes and stuff he’d just completely indulge without any fucks given bc he almost lost you and he’s not good with explaining his emotions so hopefully this helps you understand. 

the other way i can see a first kiss going down with felix is more.. vulnerable, despite his hard exterior. he is rough and mean but it’s not bc he’s genuinely a bad person he just has walls built up so high tht its impossible for anyone to rly climb over 

to get a kiss from lix, u definitely have to have climbed over tht wall of his, or just fly a wrecking ball through it n send it crumbling to the ground

you’re literally the only exception, the only person who can rly get through to him 

he’d probably turn to you for comfort a lot, when dimitri agitates him with memories of glenn or his dad says something that ticks him off and he wants to punch something he’d just go to you instead, knock on ur door and just waltz in like he owns the place, sitting down on ur bed and u would know he wants cuddles bc this is how felix communicates 

if he had to actually say “i want cuddles” out loud he’d probably shoot himself in the foot with an arrow so he’s glad u understand, u always understand him just by looking at him n it’s reassuring bc he’s never been good with words.

its kind of cringe to him that he likes being held but shocker he likes being held 

he also rly rly likes it when u play with his hair he’s like a cat he will literally start nuzzling into you, so warm and pliant to your touch

ok im getting distracted back to the kissing shit

felix would probably just be rly overwhelmed with emotions n he doesn’t rly know how to tell u “i like u” so he just says “im going to kiss you.” like a literal statement n then he does it n ur just like o-o bc wtf. 

if ur not responsive at first he’d just pull away after a while and wouldn’t meet eyes with u and be all blushy. 

would let out a tch like the little shit that he is, and u have to turn his face so he’s properly looking at u again and meeting eyes with u 

he looks so vulnerable and stupidly gorgeous so u kiss him this time so he knows the feeling is mutual and it’d take him a min to really gather whats happening but once he does he’d literally. suck. the. life. out. of. your. face. period. 

felix kisses r rough n messy n just completely self-indulgent and he groans shamelessly when u pull his hair tie out from his bun and tug at his hair yes i have a thing for felix’s hair leave me alone.

gives 0 fucks would literally shove his tongue down your throat pull you flush against him and he always calls sylvain insatiable but rly its this fucker who’s insatiable he is literally eating your face. 

you’d have to pull him away from you and he’d just pant so hard against your lips and look at you like he wants to devour you and its kind of overwhelming bc he’s fucking hot !!!!! 

would shove his face into ur neck and mumble out an “i like you”  and u would tease him n be like “what did you say i cant hear u?” and he’d elbow u in the ribs  and groan into ur neck and u would laugh n kiss his head, telling him u like him too

at tht he’d lift his head up, his hair falling over his amber eyes and u would just push the strands away from his face and kiss him softly one last time before going back 2 ur conversation about punching sylvain’s face or sumn

anyway i love felix thanks 4 coming to my ted talk. 

requests are open! <3

- vivi ★

[smol-and-trashy]

Botched Rescue (BnHA vore fic) 5/5

A/N: Honestly, I only posted this because I hate leaving fics unfinished, so now I can finally say, I finished a fic! I’ll probably work on the prey!Dimi fic in the next couple of weeks, so be on the look-out for that! (and then I gotta finish my remaining WIPs... this is why i don’t do multi-chapter stuff, I lose interest way too fast ~sobs~) tw for vomit. 

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Shit shit shit. Hawks' brain immediately went to worst-case scenario. He shoved his fingers back in his throat, gagging and dry heaving, but this time nothing came out. Brown flecked eyes shot open; this couldn't be happening. Okay, calm down, gotta go to plan B: find an emetic. He straightened up and ran to the bathroom. Rummaging through his cabinets, sharp eyes scanning various medications and bottles until he finally laid eyes on what he was looking for, bingo! 

He unscrewed the cap and didn't even bother to correctly measure the medication as he gulped down the syrup until his stomach began to toss and turn. Grabbing hold of the bowl once again, his stomach twisted, and almost automatically, he thew up. Hawks scanned the vomit-covered bowl for any signs of anything living and finally made contact with three multi-color heads of hair. Letting out a sigh he didn't know he was holding, he fishes them out of the bowl, one-by-one. They're limp and barely unconscious, but he can feel their breaths to know that they're alive. Coughing, the green-haired boy, Midoriya, Hawks reminds himself, stumbles a bit before gazing up at the blond and freezes. Never had he seen someone's life deflate from their body so quickly, and if he weren't the one causing the distress, he'd find it a touch amusing. The kids were staring wide-eyed at him as if he were some kind of monster; he didn't care. Right now, relief swept over him, they were alive, and that was the only thing that mattered right now. "Let's get you guys cleaned up." he murmurs, throat raw and scratchy as he gets up to run a clean bowl under water. The students in his free hand stay dead-still; even the loud one wasn't making a single move. Had he scarred them this much? If he was honest with himself, this wasn't the most preferable of outcomes, but he could work with it. He had to. He brings the water-filled bowl back into the bathroom and brings the kids to the lukewarm water. The water was relatively shallow, and he trusted them enough to bathe themselves without drowning. The boys stayed limp in the bowl for a solid minute, shell-shocked over what they just went through, before slowly scrubbing the gunk off their clothes and hair. They looked so stiff, only going through the motions of what was necessary before finally stopping once they deemed themselves 'clean.' Hawks felt a pang of guilt in his chest as he watched, knowing that he'd fucked up. Even though all of this was for the greater good, he had just traumatized three teenagers for the betterment of hero society. Was all of this really worth it? xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Izuku stared way up at the giant, fear overwhelming him. Why would Hawks let them out? To toy with them further? His heart thumped heavily in his chest while the winged man loomed over them. To put it simply, the hero looked terrible. Strands of blond hair clung to Hawks' sweaty forehead while he had heavy bags under his triangular ducts. A hand hovered over them before trunk-sized fingers seemed to pause before wrapping themselves around Bakugou; the fiery teen squirmed in Hawks' grasp, yelling obscurities at the man holding him while being moved away from the bowl. Hawks slumped down on the wall, pushing his hair back, and gazed up at the blank ceiling. "Haah, thank god you guys are alive. Thought I miscalculated or something!" he tiredly laughed. "Put me down! You reek!" Bakugou wriggled in the man's grasp, biting and kicking at the fingers enclosed on him. The winged pro hero looked down, yet Bakugou remained undaunted by those sharp eyes, he had no idea what the hero was thinking, but if he was planning on eating them again, he's got another thing coming. Instead of raising him back into the damp maw, nimble fingers worked at the quirk suppressor bracelet on his leg, prying it open with just his thumb and index finger, until a small pop was heard, and they snapped off. "There ya go!" Bakugou stared at the man, for the first time since this ordeal, he was entirely dumbstruck. The birdbrain actually helped him? He couldn't believe it. Before he knew it, he was carefully dropped down into the bowl, and Hawks did the same to Deku and Icy-Hot, their bracelets snapping off with relative ease. Bakugou silently watched from afar, confident that the same thought was nesting in the other students' heads: What the hell? xxxxxxxxxxx There wasn't much discourse between Hawks and the students. Guilt gnawed in his gut; he knew that he did the right thing, but was that really enough? Going by the Midoriya's instinctive shudders with each inflicting touch, he had his answer. No, this is what I trained to do, what I'm supposed to do. Keep civilians and provisional heroes safe, I did my job, completed the mission—yet why do I feel so… hollow? Hawks swallowed down these feelings and moved on, scooping the students and softly pocketing them in the largest bag he could find. He had to focus on getting them back to regular size; that was his primary goal, that had been his goal from the first time he saw them in the Liberation Front's base. Pushing his thoughts to the back of his mind, he left his apartment and took off to the Commission's headquarters, taking in warm breeze rafting through messy blond tufts, trying to fly as smoothly as possible, careful not to jostle the U.A. students too much inside the bag. He made a landing in front of the main building, and after punching in his security card, he barged into the President of Public Safety Commission's office, "Got the students. Do you have the re-sizing villain?" The President narrowed her eyes, "Next time knock, Hawks," she said cooly, before sighing, "Of course, he's in the detainment room. Come with me." Hawks whistled, "Yes, ma'am!" and held the bag a bit closer; he wasn't sure what kind of man the self-proclaimed 'Size Maestro' was, but going by his villain name, his expectations were already low. He was promptly lead into an elevator and then down a long hallway, finally stopping at a room with a brick-headed man staring dully at his cuffs. There he was. The Commission President shoots Hawks a pointed look that easily told him, you're just here to interrogate him and get the kids back to normal, you got that? Hawks shot her an easygoing grin back and turned his attention back to the man; this was going to be a cinch. He opened the door and swiftly brought the students out of the satchel. The slight widening of the man's eyes in alarm was all he needed to know, but still, he persevered with the questioning. "Do you recognize these kids?" he asked, pulling up a chair, so he can be at eye-level with the man. "'Course not. Never seen them kids before in my life." Hawks quirked a brow, "Really? Well, let me just run a lil confirmation with them," he looked down at the students. "Was this the guy who shrunk you?" As expected, Midoriya and Shoto both nodded while he had to shield Bakugou with a free hand so that he wouldn't end up lunging his tiny body at the man. "Seems they recognize you, so how about we try this again," his eyes pierced into the man, pupils narrowing into slits, "do you recognize these kids?" After what felt like minutes of sitting in pure silence, the man swallowed, and finally broke. "Fine! I was the one who shrunk the brats! But only under the orders of the Liberation, they tells me that I had to, that it brought us a step closer to the Liberation of quirks," his eyes widened at this slip, and he quickly put a hand over his mouth before squinting at Hawks. "Wait, aren't ya…" Seeing the gears turn in the other man's head, the hero wasted no time; with a key in one hand, he unlocked the villain's handcuffs before pressing a sharp feather under the man's chin. "Turn them back, and then you and I will talk." Nodding, the Size Maestro prodded the students, and one-by-one, they quickly grew back to their original sizes. He looked up at Hawks, expectingly, "So you are a dirty spy that thinks he can—-" he wasn't able to finish his sentence before Hawks knocked him out with a feather blade and locked his cuffs back on. "There we go," he states, satisfied as he turns his attention back to the heroes-in-training, they were unconscious in the interrogation room, exhausted from the re-growth process, but with the aid of a few Commission employees, he brought them back into the Commission President's office. "So, what do you wanna tell their teacher and Endeavor?" The President's lips straightened in a pale line, "Must they know the truth, Hawks?" The hero shrugged, "Could just say they got captured by the League?" Her grim expression softened, pleased with his response, "Good. It would put hero society in turmoil if they were to find out about your mission and more about the Liberation Front than what has already been disclosed. For now, this ordeal will be between us." He smirked, about to retort back, but a buzzing on his headset shifted his attention, pausing for a second, he listened. Armed robbery in Kurume, some kind of electrical quirk. He chewed on the inside of his cheek, not really wanting to leave the kids until they were fully conscious so he could have more time to explain himself properly, but from the frantic squawks of his sidekick, it seemed urgent. His expression shifted, and he turned his attention back to the President. "Duty calls, tell the kids I'm really sorry about everything." She nodded, and giving one last look a the students, he closed the door. His expression darkening slightly as he left the building, he was going to have to cook up an alibi on his way back to Fukuoka for the Liberation Front. xxxxxxxx Deku shifted in his sleep, finding himself in an awful nightmare of being captured by the League and ending up getting eaten and digested by Hawks. His eyes fly open, and he finds himself in a too-bright room, with Bakugou and Todoroki still passed out. Memories flood his head, that awful dream was his reality, yet--why was he alive? He vaguely remembered Hawks releasing them, his words remained fuzzy in the green haired teen’s mind as he tried shifting through recent memories. Sighing, Deku shifts his head to the side, finally noticing the Head of Safety Commission standing over him with her hands behind her back, but that wasn't what surprised him the most, no, it was that he was back to normal again. He… he really did save us. "H-Hawks!" he turns to thank the winged pro, but he was nowhere to be found. Deku sighed; the man really was too fast for his own good.

[agent-cupcake]

Imagine having a child with a guy named Jimmy. Cursed.

OTHERWISE you all pretty much echoed what I was thinking, bless you.

cw pregnancy / forced pregnancy

(As ever, this is all in the context of dark personalities. I hesitate to say yandere, although that’s kind of become synonymous with dark personality AU’s and an obvious argument can be made that a darker take on the characters could lead into a yandere scenario) 

Ferdinand von Aegir

~While I don’t think he’d go out of his way to have a baby, he definitely wouldn’t take any steps to avoid it, either. That is, he wouldn’t really stray into breeding kink territory or anything of that kind but he’s not gonna pull out either. 

~But, yeah, if you were to get pregnant, Ferdinand wouldn’t be displeased by any means. He’d legitimately think it was the best way to “fix” things and out of a misguided attempt to ignore any negative aspects of the relationship and cling to the idealism of a happy marriage. 

~Just a side note, but I def see him with a body worship kink and I can only begin to imagine how that would intensify with his weakness for the softness and so-called beauty of motherhood. Whatever that’s supposed to mean.   

~Honestly, I don’t see him overtly leveraging  as a manipulation tactic. No, he’s good enough that his genuine feelings could do the job for him. Like, it’s not just you anymore. You’re responsible for another life so don’t you think you just trust him and let him take care of you? Oh, sure, he’d humor you (on account of the hormones) and say that he understands why you’re upset, but please just calm down. Everything will be all right, he’ll take care of you. 

~I think that Ferdinand would want a family even without the whole dark personality aspect. The way he’d see it is that children are a natural result of a union and love. He’d absolutely cherish your children if for no other reason than the fact that they’d be half you, although you can’t tell me that he wouldn’t have a horrible weakness for kids.  

~You’d be barely showing and he’d be picking out baby names and getting opinions on how to decorate the nursery and occasionally freaking out due to anticipation and nerves. He’d be really, disastrously, over-the-top protective, too. I just assume white magic would greatly lessen the infant and mother mortality rate but that doesn’t entirely remove the risk of complications so he’d be cloyingly careful about everything you ate, keeping tabs on any possible oddity going on with you. And, you know, I think he would enjoy emotionally taking care of you. Like if you were scared or sad or anything, I think he’d enjoy comforting you in a way that’s definitely not healthy. He’d enjoy being needed, I suppose.

~Yeah, so overall I view any sort of darker personality take on Ferdinand to be him, but with his sweet and noble and protective traits dialed up to an eleven without any sort of self awareness to make him pause and consider that maybe you don’t feel the same so having a child like this, as an intentional act of manipulation to make you stay or not, would be within the realm of possibilities.

Sylvain Jose Gautier (Bastard Man)

~Sylvain is pretty easy to imagine with a dark personality. I mean, assuming you have no pity in your heart and are willing to write him in a way that he never was able to get over his myriad issues, self hatred, severe distrust of people’s true intentions, and familial trauma.

~Assuming all that, and entertaining the idea that he could never find a good balance of repression and escapism, I think Sylvain would create an unhealthy emotional bond to a single person he believed to be exempt from his overall dismal regard for people and do this fun little thing where he’d chaotically flip flop between extreme emotions of distrust, blame, and anger and adoration, need, and a desperation to be seen as he was and still loved. 

~But it’d be a brutal cycle because he’s not the delusional type. Sometimes he could be, both with the good and the bad, but those would be kind of episodic. There’d be bad days where he’d be utterly convinced that you were just like the rest and he’d pick little fights and generally just be pretty pissy. But then sometimes he’d be blinded by love and so caught up in it that even if you told him no, he’d take it with a cheeky wink because of course you loved him and everything was so good. But, mostly, it’d just be a lot of dysfunction and Sylvain trying to lure you into a nice, good relationship with him by being mostly normal and decently charming and even, occasionally, being vulnerable (and tricking you into being vulnerable with him). 

~Anyway, back to the point. With all that context, why not bring a baby into the mix, right?    

~How many times does Sylvain bring up crest babies. Please, someone do a hard count and get back to me because damn son. So, may I just say, if anyone of these three were to have a breeding kink it’d be him. Is that controversial? Just think about it. Every girl ever wants him mystical crest cum, right? So, mentally, the whole thing would have a lot of weight and significance. Also Sylvain just strikes me as the type who’d be self aware enough of his dark and unhealthy needs that staking as intimate of a claim as that would be erotic. Unlike the other two, the act of forcing an irreversible and tangible change in your body and mind would be interesting. Not that he’d tell you any of that, or even dwell on it himself. 

~I’m torn between Sylvain saying it was an accident and him using the argument that since the two of you were in love, it was only natural that you’d start a family together. How could you not want to have his children? Better yet, how was he supposed to know that you wanted to wait. 

~But if you continued to be unreasonable, he’d go on the defensive. Like, what are you going to do? Leave him? For what? To raise his baby on your own? Or, worse, abandon your child? If you thought he’d voiced unfairly negative opinions about women before, the way he’d talk about a mother who abandoned her child and such a good, happy life with a loving husband would be infinitely worse. After all, he wanted to make a change in your relationship and be happy together. He wanted to be a good, loving father. He wanted a family with you. After everything, what kind of person would you be to throw that all away?

~So that’s... a lot. 

~But Sylvain’s the type to be awful in the moment then regret it after the heat dies down. Knowing he’d hurt you would genuinely tear him up inside. All of that adoration and desperation to keep you with him because he’d feel like he needed you to be happy would kick in and he’d break down under the guilt and tell you how much he loved you, how happy it made him to think that the two of you could have a family, that he knew you would be a great mother, that he knew he’d messed up but he would make it up to you, that you really could be a happy family. 

~Just saying, I can see him taking a perverse sort of pleasure in the physical effects of pregnancy. Also, he’d definitely be a lot softer with you. Guilty conscience, anyone?

Dimitri (Dimi) (Jimmy)

~You, dear anon, said it better than I could have myself. I agree SO HARD that Dimitri would be terrified of being a parent, but at the same time I think, if it were to happen, he’d be utterly enamored with the idea. There’s a lot more that I think about how he’d regard fatherhood, but that’s the gist. 

~Funny thing is, darker Dimitri is just like... More needy... unbearably protective... Paranoid... less stable... bad at managing his emotions when it comes to you... But, like, the same general emotions about fatherhood would apply because that’s already pretty complex. Only, this time, with an obvious emphasis on how it would effect you and your relationship. 

~I was going to say that I can’t see Dimitri purposefully impregnating you, but that’s not entirely true. In a fit where he’s feeling especially raw and paranoid, I think he would do it very purposefully and even almost-kinda-sorta relish in the idea. 

~I view his obsessive feelings to be like an itch he can’t quite scratch because he knows better than anybody how easy it would be to lose you and doesn’t know how to manage both his own instability with the unpredictable world because at any moment it could all spiral apart. 

~So, this in mind, he could believe that having a baby would make things different. More than just vows or words or rings or anything, it would be a concrete and absolute tie between the two of you. He would have an unquestionable claim over you that would go beyond the scope of just your relationship, you’d be carrying the royal heir which would give Dimitri even further valid excuses to be suffocatingly overprotective.

~It would be... So messy... On the one hand, I think the concept of fatherhood, of being given another chance, of being needed that much more by both you and the child, would really appeal to him. It could even sand off some of the rougher edges of his darker traits, now that he had this assured security in keeping you with him. Sure, the itch wouldn’t be scratched entirely, but it would be easier to ignore, there would be a solid way to reassure himself that you were his.   

~But Dimitri’s got this awful middle ground of self awareness. Anything that would come off delusion would be a result of his endless attempts at rationalizing his unhealthy feelings and trying to make sense of it all without having to actually confront the issues. But that wouldn’t mean he wouldn’t know, on some level, that what he was doing wasn’t healthy and how bad it was for you. The guilt would be intense, which would be apart of the reason he needed to keep you so close all the time because then he could pretend that you needed him just as badly, that everything was all right because he could take care of you better than anyone else. 

~Dimitri’s self aware guilt would allow a part of himself to understand that he should let you go. He could even, on the bad days, convince himself that maybe, one day, he would allow you to leave him because he loved you, because what he was doing was wrong. As long as you were near him, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself, he would always hurt you. 

~But using pregnancy to force you to stay with him would, perhaps even in an intentional subconscious way, cut off that last-ditch contingency to ease his own guilt and pain of what he was doing by keeping you with him. Now that you were going to be having his child, the royal heir, would mean that you could never leave. He’d know it. You would probably know it, too. 

~After that point, Dimitri would double down with proving his affection, proving that he was capable of taking care of you and his child and that you could be a family and everything would be okay. 

[pokemagines]

edelgard, dimitri, and claude + first kiss

anon asked: “Can we get a small little thing of byleth (gender neutral) and their first kiss experience with Edelgard/Claude/Dimitri? How would they react mentally and physically if at all?”

a/n: of course !!! i need some fluff to break up the sadness that is... chapter 17 ;w; skjshfskadj anyways !!! stan all the fe3h lords !!!! i haven’t played dimi’s route so i hope all is accurate for him ;O --mod touko

tw: light spoilers for fe3h !!!

edelgard:

edelgard is always worrying, it seems like there’s hardly ever a time she’s not stressed out over her ambitions. you love her, and want to help see those ambitions through, you just want to help her ease her mind a bit.

“i brought something for you!” you smile, carrying in a tray filled with tea snacks and a teapot filled with her favorite lavender blend. she looks up at you for a moment, the ghost of a smile on her lips. “just like old times.” 

for a little while, the two of you take your mind off of the war by reminiscing on the past, and her catching you up on all that had happened in the five years you were gone. she had missed you so ardently. 

hubert’s knocking at her chambers snaps you out of the quiet moment, as he requests to talk to edelgard about their march tomorrow. reality came crawling back, and edelgard’s facade is back up as she gets up to go to another meeting. you frown, grabbing her wrist and pulling her to face you.

“thank you for having tea with me,” you smile, and her pale cheeks flush red at the closeness between you two. “i hope we live to enjoy a quiet moment like this again.” she nods, answering with a firm “we will”. she leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, but you move up to meet her lips with your own. she pulls back much too soon for your (and her) liking, but she knew she couldn’t leave hubert waiting. her fingers reach up to touch her lips out of shock, giving you one last soft smile she reserved for you and you alone before turning to leave. 

dimitri:

dimitri had a hard time admitting just how much you had wormed your way into his heart, his feelings long since buried after the suffering he had gone through. it wasn’t until dedue had told him that you had been wounded in the last battle and were in the infirmary that he realized how much it hurt him to hear those words. the thought of losing you paralyzed him with fear.

by the time he arrives, you’re up and smiling as mercedes leaves your side to go and fetch some more bandages. when you see dimitri, you turn to greet him, but instead are met by his lips moving desperately against yours, pulling you into him. the cold steel of his armor meets your warm hands, and you shiver against him, only then does dimitri pull back. 

“i-i don’t know what came over me, my apologies.” his pained expression silences you, his gaze falling to the floor. “dedue said you were injured and i--” you resist the urge to giggle, despite how much dimitri had changed over the years, in times like these you swore you could still see the kid you once knew shining through.

“it’s okay, dimitri, i’m fine,” you shoot him a wink that’d rival claude’s. “i’m not going anywhere without you, don’t you worry.”

claude:

you and claude had barely managed to snatch victory from the force of the two armies that had surrounded you. many of your comrades were injured in the fight, but thanks to marianne and lysithea’s phenomenal healing skills, none of your closest allies had fallen. you heave a sigh of relief, picking yourself up off the ground in the clearing where you were resting and traipsing on to find your commander.

“we did it, teach!” you hear that familiar voice call to you, and you turn on a heel, smiling at claude. he runs up to you, easily picking you up in his strong arms and spinning you around. usually, this type of affection would make you flush (especially in such a public place) but with the adrenaline coursing through your veins you can’t help but be uncaring as you let him hold you. 

you’re singing the praises of him and your teammates, and his response comes in the form of tilting his head up to capture your lips in a loving kiss. your eyes flutter shut, but he pulls back quickly, hearing hilda clearing her throat. he sets you down, “sorry... i don’t know what got into me.” he says to you, scratching the back of his neck nervously. “i was just so happy to see you alive.”

hilda promised not to tell anyone in exchange for claude doing her kitchen duties for a month. of course, he roped you into helping him with his sly words (”hey, it was like 50% your fault too... you’re just too cute sometimes”) and promises of more affection from then on.

[dimimagines]

Hello I’m in love with your blog.i was wondering if I could request Dimitri hearing his s/o use a diminutive for him for the first time (my favorite I’ve seen is Mitya) only after hearing it does he realize uh oh he’s whipped. I hope you have a nice day

I’m gonna come out and be honest… I… I had to look up the word “diminutive” and from what I gather, it’s like a nickname/form of intimacy. I hope I’m right, because that’s how I’ll be taking it! Personally, I like calling Dimitri “Dimi” Since it’s sounds sweet in my opinion, so that’s the one I’ll be using. I hope you enjoy! Also, if I misunderstood your request, feel free to send me a second ask! I’ll also be doing this one pre-timeskip!

Dimitri x Reader - Dimitri realizing he’s whipped by s/o (Pre-timeskip)

You and Dimitri were both relatively new to this whole dating thing, it hasn’t been that long since the two of you had confessed and gotten together; only about a month ago since it happened. So it didn’t take much to fluster the man, something you found yourself enjoying all too much.

The two of you were walking around in the market together, a list in one of your hands and his hand in the other. Professor Byleth had sent you both on the errand of buying some supplies for your class, since they had been busy planning next weeks lesson. Neither of you particularly minded, it felt more like a date than anything as it gave you both some much desired alone time.

You glanced down at the list in your hand checking over the contents again. “Dimi, I think we should get some of the smaller things on the list before we get the bigger things. It’ll be much more convenient that way, since we’ll have an easier time navigating through the market, the smaller the things we carry.” You suggested, looking over at him for approval.

He hummed and nodded in response, “Yes, that seems like the best thing to do in this scenario- Wait. What did you call me?” His head quickly shot over towards you, mouth gaped open, with his expression looking confused.

You laughed at his response, “I called you Dimi. It’s short for Dimitri, I’ve heard that a lot of couples give each other nicknames as a form of intimacy! I think it sounds really cute, don’t you? If you don’t like it, I could change it though! I’d never want you to be uncomfor-”

He quickly shook his head, his cheeks flushed as he waved his other arm in dismissal. “No no no, I like it!” He cut in, before you could say more, “It’s just my first time hearing something like that. But I like it, it sounds nice coming from you. A nickname for intimacy, you say?” He thought for a few moments, tilting his head upwards,  “…Yes, I briefly recall Sylvain rambling on about something like that once. I should come up with one for you as well, it’s only fair of course, but… I’m afraid anything I come up with won’t be nearly as endearing as what you’ve come up with for me.” He smiled gently at you, raising your held hand to plant a kiss on it.

You smiled softly at him, “You don’t have to come up with one if you don’t want to. I’m more than happy to be called your love. But regardless of what you decide to call me, I’m sure I’ll love it because it came from you, Dimi. That’s what matters most to me. Besides, just being able to hold your hands like this, and spend some time alone together? It means so much more to me than words can possibly ever convey. You don’t need a fancy nickname to show your love for me, Dimi, it’s just one of the many ways I want to show my love for you to you!”

Your response was so wholesome, so simple, yet it sent his heart beating and it took his breath away. The way the sun shone on you made it look like you were sent from the heavens above just for him, shining on you in an ethereal way as the wind blew through your hair caressing it ever so slightly. That smile on your face was the most loving and perfect thing he’s ever witnessed; you were beautiful in every aspect in his eyes.

Your laughter is what shook him back to reality, your affectionate eyes looking towards him as a blush spread across your cheeks, “Dimi, the way you’re looking at me right now… I can’t help but to act giddy like this!” You had glanced away from him briefly, feeling shy over the way his eyes looked at you. Turning back to him, you leaned in, gently pressing a kiss against his cheek before pulling away quickly, as your face flamed up even more than it had earlier. “Well, I see one of the shops we have to go to, they sell vulneraries there!” You skipped your way over to the shop, happiness in every step before you stopped, gesturing for him to follow you with a grin on your lips.

His lips were curved upwards, his eyes soft as he watched you. ���It would appear that I’ve fallen far deeper in love than I had initially thought. I’m not sure I deserve such love and affection from someone so wonderful like you, (y/n). But I’ll do all I can to protect and cherish you as much as I can.’ he thought before jogging to catch up with you again, taking your hand in his once more as he gently tugged you closer to him.

‘After all, because of you, the voices in my head are much more quiet.’

[four-loose-screws]

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Fire Emblem Expo II - Stage Drama

Fire Emblem: Three Houses

“A Lively Arts Festival Meeting”

Cast: Claude, Dorothea, Felix, Ignatz

BGM: ‘Everyday Life at Garreg Mach Monastery’

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Claude: Umm, first, I’d like to thank you all for gathering here today.

Dorothea: We don’t need the introduction, so please skip to the point.

Felix: Could you hurry up and get this over with? And I don’t need these tea sweets.

Ignatz: Hold on, everyone! Let’s listen to what Claude has to say.

Claude: ...I, um, tried to start this groundbreaking meeting that overcomes the boundaries between our classes with so much care that it would inspire all of you, but now it seems like my efforts were lost on every single one of you...

Dorothea: I heard about our task from Eldie. There will be an opening event before the White Heron Cup, and us four will organize it.

Claude: ...Wait, you heard about it?

Felix: Sylvain harassed me and forced me into representing the Blue Lions. Said he was going back into town. Argh, why am I stuck doing something like this…

Ignatz: So Sylvain was the first choice? I agree that he certainly would have been better.

Claude: Those chosen were gathered because they are the most artistic of Garreg Mach’s students. What makes every event stand out is, of course, the arts. Dorothea is the Mystical Songstress, Ignatz’s hobby is painting, and… Sylvain seems like the type to appreciate the arts.

Felix: Then I’d be of no use. And you don’t need me here to watch, either. Let me know what my responsibility is after you’ve decided on it.

Felix tries to leave.

Claude: Hey, wait a second! Um, think about it, you’re, uh, really good at repairing weapons and stuff, right? That, in a way, requires something of a sense of aesthetics, doesn’t it?

Ignatz: Though you only seem to do it to improve how well they can cut…

Dorothea: Don’t say anything more than you have to!

Felix returns.

Felix: ...Hmph. ...Continue. And be quick about it.

Claude: Then allow me to start. In short, this is meant to get everyone excited for the White Heron Cup, but we can’t take it lightly just because it’s an opening act. It’s like the preparations before enjoying a party. Think of it as an important duty that will get everyone excited for the big event.

Felix: The White Heron Cup, huh…? Why that…?

Dorothea: Awww, Felix! It’s too bad you weren’t chosen to be a dancer, isn’t it?

Felix: Ch… Who would pick me to be a dancer? I was just thinking about how relieved I am that I wasn’t chosen.

Ignatz: Hey now, don’t change the subject. That’s not what we’re here to talk about.

Claude: First, shall we try sharing the ideas we each think might be good, one by one? Dorothea, you’re first.

Dorothea: Of course, I think an opera would be best. A burning, passionate love story is sure to mesmerize our audience.

Claude: That’s not a bad idea, but doesn’t it take away from the dancing a little bit? What do you think, Ignatz?

Ignatz: How about we host an art gallery of works from the students talented in art? That would invigorate everyone, and it wouldn’t be a festival without any divine ornaments!

Felix: If there’s a decorative sword… then that’s not a half bad idea.

Ignatz: You think it’s a good idea too, Felix!? Then let’s make something together!

Claude: What are you thinking of, Felix?

Felix: How about a duel to get everyone’s blood pumping? It’ll double as training.

Dorothea: I knew you’d say that!

Claude: Ha ha ha…

Ignatz: So how about you, Claude?

Claude: A duel would injure some students, and then they wouldn’t be able to enjoy the festival we all worked so hard to put together… I know, how about we have a long distance archery tournament?

Felix: You… just want to showcase your archery skills, don’t you?

Claude: Figured it out, huh? Then how about we gather up some food and drinks suitable for the occasion, and make some noise?

Dorothea: You just want to have a feast!

Claude: Figured that out too, huh? Hmm, we can’t seem to make a decision, huh?

Dorothea: Perhaps we should try thinking up what ideas everyone else would propose.

Claude: For example?

Dorothea: Hubie would suggest a tactics seminar. Ferdie would want a horseback riding exhibition. And if Ingrid were here, she’d surely… I know! She’d suggest to open a bunch of different food stalls, or something like that.

Ignatz: Lorenz would likely agree with my art gallery idea. And Hilda seems to like accessories, so I think she’d be on my side, too.

Felix: You’re supposed to be suggesting people who would have different ideas than you.

Ignatz: Y-You’re right. Raphael and Lysithea would agree with the food stall idea Dorothea mentioned. Lysithea really likes sweets.

Felix: Hmph… sweets, huh? ...I wouldn’t vote for that, but Ashe might get excited about it. And accessory related stuff sounds like Annette’s thing…

Ignatz: Felix, no matter what anyone else says, you really pay attention to your classmates!

Felix: Ch…

Dorothea: Petra knows a lot about Briggid’s unique culture, so maybe she would collect many rare items from her homeland, then host an exhibition of them.

Ignatz: And Leonie seems to collect used, worn-out things, so she might have something we could put in an exhibition, too. Each of us would gather up things we want to display, and maybe we’d even critique them.

Claude: Hmm, Marianne would suggest an exhibition as well, but she seems to like animals more.

Dorothea: Wow, we’ve come up with a lot of different ideas, huh?

Claude: We certainly have! But now we don’t have a way to choose which one to go with… hm? Hey, I’ve got an idea! We have the perfect person to ask for an opinion, don’t we!

Ignatz: Yeah, you’re right! We were so slow to realize it!

Dorothea: We really were! They’re almost always quiet, but we’ve always had someone right next to us who leads us to the best decision at times like these. Tee hee.

Claude: Ha ha, we certainly have. The person who usually fishes all day, eats too much at lunch, and is the most reliable out of everyone, was right here all along. Alright then, let’s try asking them. What do you think about that?

All Four: Professor!

All four look at the audience seating.

Claude: Hmm, you seem to be more quiet than usual today. Um, then, for the time being, let’s do this. Could you please clap for whichever of the ideas we came up with together that you like best?

Dorothea: Yes, let’s do that! I’ll start. The opera, combining song and theater, is best, isn’t it, Professor?

All four look at the audience seating.

Ignatz: I’m next! What do you think about the art gallery, Professor?

All four look at the audience seating.

Felix: My turn. Nothing is better than a duel. You think so too, right?

All four look at the audience seating.

Claude: And last is me! A feast!

All four look at the audience seating.

Dorothea: H-Hold on a minute! You wanted an archery tournament, didn’t you?

Claude: Oh yeah, that was it! An archery tournament, Professor!

All four look at the audience seating.

Claude: Hmmmm… There was a difference in how loud their clapping was for each option, but I feel that Professor is saying they really want to see them all.

Dorothea: This is bad! Even if we ask Professor, we still can’t decide! What are we to do?

All four look at the audience seating.

Claude: I wonder… Huh? What is it? You have a really good idea? ...Uh-huh. ...Uh-huh.

All four look at the audience seating.

Claude: What!? You’re suggesting we try them all!?

Dorothea: You mean the opera, and the duel, and the art gallery?

Ignatz: Together with the food stalls, and the rare items critique!?

Felix: Hey, how much work do you think we can do!?

Claude: But in the end, if everyone has their own thing they want to do, deciding to reject their feelings outright wouldn’t be right. Asking each person what they’d like to do, procuring the location and necessary items, then providing assistance from the background in order to not get behind and get everything ready in time for the White Heron Cup, might be all the work us main four have to do…

Ignatz: Yes, I think so too! We don’t have to quarrel over the best idea, and this way, everyone will likely be able to work hard in a positive environment.

Dorothea: It is a good idea, isn’t it! Let’s try it! If we tell everyone about this plan, surely they’ll cooperate with us.

Felix: If I can make it into a competition, then I won’t mind whatever it is I’ll have to do. If possible, I’d like to work with Dimi… I mean, the boar prince.

Claude: Ha ha! Then let’s try it out! Us four, as the representatives, will spread the word. Thanks, Professor!

[yandere-sins]

Could you do some more hcs of dimitri with a pregnant lover?? Thanks I love your acc

Put those two together so we don’t spam Dimi here, and because they work with each other ^-^ Thank you two for requesting!

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With how they appear and how they act, it gives Dimitri even more help in his manipulative streak. After all, they are perfect - he will find a way to use it against them. How can they achieve real perfection if they don’t help this totally rotten lad? And how will they ever be a perfect partner if they don’t bear him a child and become an ideal family with him? It’s all just a thing of interpretation, but once he hits their weak spot, telling them how they can never do better if they don’t help and listen to him, they slowly but surely get pulled into his dangerous net

Dimitri needs three doctors to finally believe his s/o is pregnant. He really can’t help his suspicion towards one doctor and also his s/o. Even if he wants to believe them, he can’t help his nature of being suspicious, and especially with how intelligent his s/o is, he fears they might know more than they reveal to him. Because, what if after all the things he put into their mind, they were just saying it to satisfy him? Even if either of them asks him to leave, he will stay by their side, finding a way to convince everyone to let him stay while the doctor inspects his s/o. After all, how can he be sure they don’t try to take his lover away? It goes so far, he’s almost crushing their hand waiting for a response from the nurse or doctor, until he finally relaxes, kissing their head, telling them how perfect their family will be

After dismissing the doctor, he will give them even more compliments about how amazing they are and how gorgeous and wonderful their child will be with their beauty and brain. It’s something he does throughout the whole pregnancy to keep their mood up, even if it gets tougher in the later stages. In an attempt to occupy them, he’ll buy them countless books on childcare and what to know about it. Some of the people he uses to normally take care of all the dirty work, he’ll have trained and introduced to his s/o as butlers or maids, knowing he can trust them with not letting his beloved get away or help them if they have any suspicions about the whole family ideal. Dimitri is way to over-careful, they won’t even be allowed to select their own clothes anymore, and if they didn’t protest, they wouldn’t lift a spoon either. Whenever he can, he’s always by their side, even just watching them read or knit - after he put the expectations on them that they need to know this skill to become a good parent for the child -, his eyes like burning iron. At least, he’ll be much softer and not demand any sexual activity from them while they are so fragile. Dimitri wants to beware the peacefulness between them in this time, and he really can’t wait for the baby to be born

[trylonandperisphere]

OPINION

YOUNG AND UNAFRAID OF THE CORONAVIRUS PANDEMIC? GOOD FOR YOU. NOW STOP KILLING PEOPLE

A DOCTOR IN WESTERN EUROPE 

ON 3/11/20 AT 2:29 PM EDT

The World Health Organization Declares The New Coronavirus Outbreak A Pandemic

I'm a doctor in a major hospital in Western Europe. Watching you Americans (and you, Brits) in these still-early days of the coronavirus pandemic is like watching a familiar horror movie, where the protagonists, yet again, split into pairs or decide to take a tour of a dark basement.

The real-life versions of this behavior are pretending this is just a flu; keeping schools open; following through with your holiday travel plans, and going into the office daily. This is what we did in Italy. We were so complacent that even when people with coronavirus symptoms started turning up, we wrote each off as a nasty case of the flu. We kept the economy going, pointed fingers at China and urged tourists to keep traveling. And the majority of us told ourselves and each other: this isn't so bad. We're young, we're fit, we'll be fine even if we catch it.

Fast-forward two months, and we are drowning. Statistically speaking—judging by the curve in China—we are not even at the peak yet, but our fatality rate is at over 6 percent, double the known global average.

Put aside statistics. Here is how it looks in practice. Most of my childhood friends are now doctors working in north Italy. In Milan, in Bergamo, in Padua, they are having to choose between intubating a 40-year-old with two kids, a 40-year old who is fit and healthy with no co-morbidities, and a 60-year-old with high blood pressure, because they don't have enough beds. In the hallway, meanwhile, there are another 15 people waiting who are already hardly breathing and need oxygen.

The army is trying to bring some of them to other regions with helicopters but it's not enough: the flow is just too much, too many people are getting sick at the same time.

We are still awaiting the peak of the epidemic in Europe: probably early April for Italy, mid-April for Germany and Switzerland, somewhere around that time for the UK. In the U.S., the infection has only just begun.

But until we're past the peak, the only solution is to impose social restrictions.

And if your government is hesitating, these restrictions are up to you. Stay put. Do not travel. Cancel that family reunion, the promotion party and the big night out. This really sucks, but these are special times. Don't take risks. Do not go to places where you are more than 20 people in the same room. It's not safe and it's not worth it.

But why the urgency, if most people survive?

Here's why: Fatality is the wrong yardstick. Catching the virus can mess up your life in many, many more ways than just straight-up killing you. "We are all young"—okay. "Even if we get the bug, we will survive"—fantastic. How about needing four months of physical therapy before you even feel human again. Or getting scar tissue in your lungs and having your activity level restricted for the rest of your life. Not to mention having every chance of catching another bug in hospital, while you're being treated or waiting to get checked with an immune system distracted even by the false alarm of an ordinary flu. No travel for leisure or business is worth this risk.

Now, odds are, you might catch coronavirus and might not even get symptoms. Great. Good for you. Very bad for everyone else, from your own grandparents to the random older person who got on the subway train a stop or two after you got off. You're fine, you're barely even sneezing or coughing, but you're walking around and you kill a couple of old ladies without even knowing it. Is that fair? You tell me.

My personal as well as professional view: we all have a duty to stay put, except for very special reasons, like, you go to work because you work in healthcare, or you have to save a life and bring someone to hospital, or go out to shop for food so you can survive. But when we get to this stage of a pandemic, it's really important not to spread the bug. The only thing that helps is social restriction. Ideally, the government should issue that instruction and provide a financial fallback—compensate business owners, ease the financial load on everyone as much as possible and reduce the incentive of risking your life or the lives of others just to make ends meet. But if your government or company is slow on the uptake, don't be that person. Take responsibility. For all but essential movement, restrict yourself.

This is epidemiology 101. It really sucks. It is extreme—but luckily, we don't have pandemics of this violence every year. So sit it out. Stay put. Don't travel. It is absolutely not worth it.

It's the civic and moral duty of every person, everywhere, to take part in the global effort to reduce this threat to humanity. To postpone any movement or travel that are not vitally essential, and to spread the disease as little as possible. Have your fun in June, July and August when this—hopefully—is over. Stay safe. Good luck.

The author is a senior doctor in a major European hospital. She asked to remain anonymous because she has not been authorized to speak to the press.

As told to Dimi Reider.

The views expressed in this article are the author's own.

World Health Organization advice for avoiding spread of coronavirus disease (COVID-19)

Hygiene advice

Clean hands frequently with soap and water, or alcohol-based hand rub.

Wash hands after coughing or sneezing; when caring for the sick; before; during and after food preparation; before eating; after using the toilet; when hands are visibly dirty; and after handling animals or waste.

Maintain at least 1 meter (3 feet) distance from anyone who is coughing or sneezing.

Avoid touching your hands, nose and mouth. Do not spit in public.

Cover your mouth and nose with a tissue or bent elbow when coughing or sneezing. Discard the tissue immediately and clean your hands.

Medical advice

If you feel unwell (fever, cough, difficulty breathing) seek medical care early and call local health authorities in advance.

Stay up to date on COVID-19 developments issued by health authorities and follow their guidance.

Mask usage

Healthy individuals only need to wear a mask if taking care of a sick person.

Wear a mask if you are coughing or sneezing.

Masks are effective when used in combination with frequent hand cleaning.

Do not touch the mask while wearing it. Clean hands if you touch the mask.

Learn how to properly put on, remove and dispose of masks. Clean hands after disposing of mask.

Do not reuse single-use masks.

[waeziverse]

Royal Punch (chapter 11)

“Dimi. You are upsetting the little ones.”

Dimi looked at Aura with a grim expression on her face as she stopped sweeping the stable. The wife of her godfather was holding a griffin cub she was studying to see if the newborn animal was healthy. The cub began to cry, and so did the other three cubs that were hiding under the wings of their mother who growled while looking at Dimi.

“I’m not doing anything.” The human princess returned to sweeping.

“You are scaring the little ones, they can feel you are upset.”

Dimi sighed. The downside of her animal empathy powers were that they could feel all of her negative emotions as well. And cubs were extra sensitive to that. “I have a right to not feeling cheerful.”

“Oh, you most certainly do.” Aura returned the cub to her mother and siblings. “But you don’t have to be here while being... moody.”

“I’M NOT MOODY!” Dimi snapped at the sphinx woman.

That resulted in all of the four cups crying loudly. Aura narrowed her eyes as she made a now-look-what-you-did gesture.

Dimi groaned as she dropped the broom. “FINE, I’m going outside.”

The human girl sat on the chopping stump near the stable. She looked at the forge. Smoke came out of the chimney, meaning that Ivan was still working. This suited her just fine, since that meant she didn’t have to see him just yet. She was almost as angry at him as she were on her father.

“So, you wanna talk about it?”

Dimi looked to her left. Aura stood and looked at her somewhat worried with her arms crossed.

“Talk about what?”

“Well, you are clearly upset about something. And you are not talking to Ivan about it, that’s not a good sign.”

“That’s because Ivan is part of the problem.”

“Really? What did he do?”

“He DIDN’T tell me that my dad was a spineless jerk.”

Aura lifted both her eyebrows. “Ouch. Harsh words. Where is this coming from?”

“I met a gorgon today.”

Aura’s left eye twitched. Dimi luckily didn’t notice. “A gorgon? That’s... nice.”

“It was, until she explained to me that humans killed a ton of her ancestors, treated them like garbage AND that my dad didn’t do squad to make up for it.“

“Ah. I see.” Aura leaned against the stable. “That’s rough, kiddo. But what is Ivan to blame for here?”

Dimi scoffed. “He didn’t tell me! For so long I wanted to get my dad back, and NOW I know that he is a cowardly jerk!”

“You wanted Ivan to call your old man that?”

“YES! Wait... no? Yes? Ah...” Dimi looked dumbfounded. “I don’t know! Look, I wanted the truth!... I think!” Dimi slapped her forehead. “Dammit, I’m not suppose to be angry at him!”

“Who? Ivan or your dad?”

“BOTH OF THEM!” Dimi stood up and kicked a bucket.

“Dimi...” Aura wondered if what she was about to say was a bad idea. “Ivan and me talked a lot before getting married. He wanted me to know everything about him before the wedding. We talked about things he might not tell you. You want to know about what he thinks of your dad?”

Dimi stood with her back to the sphinx for a couple of seconds before she turned around and walked over to Aura, leaning against the stable. “Sure. Yes.”

“Look, you have a right to be angry about not being taught about the negative aspects of your family history. Trust me, I can relate.” Aura narrowed her eyes. “History is not exactly appreciated where I came from, I know what it is like to hear the ugly truth. And sure, your dad was sort of a pushover. But I think you should consider that before your dad became king, he was just, well... a normal guy, I guess. Just regular Pater the Human. He grew up in this little town as a normal guy without much talent for human magic either. And then he met a girl who was ANYTHING but regular, one who actually fell in love with him. A princess. They decided to start a family together. But you know the problem with marrying a princess? You become royalty. Worse, you become a MONARCH if your wife die. Pater assumed he was just gonna be the husband of the queen, that he was gonna look pretty and nothing else. But then his wife died and he had a whole KINGDOM to be responsible for. Not everyone is cut out for that sort of responsibility.”

“So WHAT?!” Dimi narrowed her eyes. “It was STILL his responsibility. And he screwed up.”

“Well, he did do some good things. He made better laws for foreigners like me. the only reason to why I was allowed to move into the kingdom of Nesredna after I deserted the army was because of king Pater.”

Dimi looked shocked at Aura. “Wait, army? You were a soldier?”

“I will tell you some other day. What you need to understand is that your dad became QUITE unpopular after that little law change, so he decided to play nice so to say. Give his subjects what they wanted. And most of these subjects were humans who hates gorgons, minotaurs and others.”

“Why would Ivan then even agree to raise me?”

“Your dad was his best friend. They grew up together like brothers. And when no one else gave a damn about Ivan, your dad pulled MANY strings to help him out.”

“With what?”

Aura hesitated. THAT she thought Ivan had to tell her if she needed to know at all. “That’s... grown-up stuff, Dimi.”

“Whatever. I’m still angry.”

“That’s okay. You are entitled to be angry.” Aura laughed. “You are a teenager for gods’ sake, you are SUPPOSE to be mad at your parents.”

“NO, I’M NOT! I’m not SUPPOSE to be angry at my dad. I’m suppose to miss him.”

“You should especially be mad at him if you miss him.”

Dimi was about to say something. Then, she just sighed and looked defeated.

Aura placed her clawed hand gently on Dimi’s shoulder. “Being angry doesn’t mean you don’t care about him.”

“Whatever.” Dimi looked at her feet to evade eye contact.

“Would you... heh...” Aura smiled awkwardly. “Would you like a hug?”

“I’m not a baby.” Dimi scoffed. Then she looked the lion-woman in the eyes. “... Actually, a hug would be kinda nice.”

The sphinx embraced the human girl who awkwardly hugged back.

“Okay...” After the hug had lasted for a couple of seconds, Dimi gently pulled her herself free from Aura’s embrace. “That’s enough Ah... thanks.“ 

“Don't mention it.”

***

“OW! Damn it all to hell!”

Ivan blew on his finger that he had hurt with his hammer. He was normally not that clumsy. In fact, he wasn’t clumsy at all when it came to his work.

Then again, it bothered him how angry Dimi had been. Or he assumed that she was angry? In fact, he was unsure if she was angry at him. Ivan had no idea what went through that girl’s head. He partly felt bad about not going looking for her to see how she was doing, but he assumed she wanted some space from him.

Or maybe she didn’t?

“Why is it so hard to figure out how young women works?!” Ivan yelled as he fetched his hammer to finish the horseshoe.

“Tell me about it, we can’t figure ourselves out.”

Ivan turned as he heard Dimi’s voice. She had just entered the forge. She looked at him and looked at him with an expression that was somewhat hard to read.

“Hi.” Ivan didn’t know what else to say.

“Maybe you should take a break? I can take over for a while.”

“Sure...” Ivan shrugged. “That would be... nice.”

Dimi took the hammer from Ivan and looked at her feet. “I’m not mad. Not at you, at least. Just... confused?”

Ivan shrugged again. “That’s fair.”

The human girl and the bull-man smiled awkwardly at each other, not sure what to say. Dimi then tied an apron around her waist and started hammering on warm steel while Ivan went to the house to prepare dinner.

Aura was already doing so when Ivan entered the house. “Hey, darling. Did you and Dimi talk things out?”

“Something like that.” Ivan kissed his wife on the cheek. “I wonder who told her about Pater.”

“Dimi met...” Aura hesitated. “A new friend. They talked about her negative feelings toward Dimi’s father. I decided to talk to her about it and tell her what you told me.”

“Ah...” Ivan looked worried. “Did you tell her about... Veronica?”

“No, absolutely not. IF she needs to know about that bitch, YOU should tell her, not me.”

“I don’t mind her knowing about Veronica as such.” A grim expression appeared on Ivan’s face. “But I don’t want her to know about my mistakes.”

The next day...

“I’m telling you, Dimi, Oswald is the cutest Satyr in the kingdom. Sure, not as cute as my Cobalt, but I think you would like him.” Amethyst followed Dimi to the former bakery while she tried to convince her to go on a double date with her and the dwarf she was currently in a relationship with.

“Amethyst, I’m...” Dimi sighed. “I don’t have time for stuff like that. I train and I work and I rather wanna spend my free time with you.”

“Yes, and I do think you should spend it with me. AND Oswald.”

“I don’t know him.”

“Yes, and we can fix that.”

“Right now, I want you to meet Ruby. I think you will like her and she needs a hand fixing up her new place.”

“More than happy to. It is about time we got a place where we can go to eat locally.” Amethyst smiled about the thought of a restaurant in Jadedale.

She stopped smiling when she spotted who she assumed was Ruby.

The young gorgon stood with her back against Dimi and Amethyst as she was adjusting her dark glasses when she was taking a break from cleaning a window. One of the snakes on her head hissed. Ruby turned around and noticed her new friend and a dwarf had come to lend her a hind in fixing up the place that was gonna be her very own eatery. “Hey, Dimi! Glad you came, I could use a hand here.”

“Sure, no problem. I brought a friend to help.” Dimi smiled at Amethyst as she waved a hand at the snake girl. “Amethyst, this is Ruby.” Dimi stopped smiling when she noticed that Amethyst looked like she has eaten something she couldn’t stomach. “What’s wrong?”

“Hello, nice to meet you.” Amethyst made a half-assed smile at Ruby(who gave the dwarf a tired look) then turned to Dimi and pulled her arm. “Dimi, could I talk with you privately for a sec?”

“Ah, sure?” Dimi looked at Ruby who narrowed her eyes the same way she did when Dimi pointed out that she was a gorgon. “Ruby, we will be back in a sec.”

“Sure, whatever.” Ruby sighed as she went inside with her bucket and wet rag.

Amethyst dragged Dimi a few steppes away from the closed down bakery before she gave her a stern look. “Dimi, how did you meet her?”

“Ah, in Onyxville?”

“No, no. I mean how did you meet her?”

“Ah... when some creatures were ganging up on her?”

“Alright. Why did they gang up on her? Did you ask her that?”

Dimi gave the teen dwarf a blank stare. “Ah, no? I kinda think it was unimportant why anyone would.”

Amethyst groaned. “Dimi, you can’t be that naïve. Did you consider that maybe that gorgon did something? That she had it coming? That she was... you know... asking for trouble?”

Dimi’s blank glare was replaced with an angry one. “No, it didn’t occur to me. Why would you even think that?!”

“Dimi, she is a snake person! Doesn’t the snake part bother you just a little? Everyone knows that gorgons are violent, their freaky hair has a mind of its own, they steal, eat up animals while they are still alive-”

“AND WE HAVE AN AMAZING SENSE OF HEARING ON TOP OF THAT!” Ruby yelled from inside her house.

Amethyst blushed while Dimi gave her an angry glare.

Dimi was so angry she was practically steaming. “What the hell is WRONG with you?!”

“Dimi, I didn’t mean to upset you-”

“Upset me?!” Dimi pointed at Ruby’s soon-to-be restaurant. “You just called Ruby a criminal, violent snake-monster!”

“But she most likely IS one!”

Dimi grind her teeth. “If Ruby is a snake-monster, then maybe YOU are a freaky, bearded BIT-”

SMACK!

Dimi’s cheek turned red after Amethyst had made a small jump to reach the human’s face in order to slap her.

The human and the dwarf glared angrily at each other before Dimi smiled mockingly and said; “I dodge punches for a part-time job. You only stroke me because I LET you do it.”

“SOD OFF!” Amethyst stomped away while steaming like a kettle.

Dimi sighed as she watched the dwarf leave. She entered Ruby’s shop to be met by the gorgon at the door. The puddle at the floor around her mob indicated she hadn’t done much while Dimi had talked with Amethyst. “I’m sorry about that.”

“Nothing you should be sorry about. Hey, should I mob the floor?” Dimi said with a tone that indicated that she didn’t think they should mention the incident.

“Ah, sure.” Ruby handed over the mob. “Hey, while you do that, how about I warm us up something to eat? How does turkey ragoût sound to you? I made some earlier.”

“What’s ragoo?”

Ruby smiled. “Give me a few minutes.”

After a while when Dimi had just begun drying up the floor, the human could smell something amazing and  stood up from the floor to see Ruby holding a wooden bowl in each hand. Dimi took one and saw a sort of stew in it. The two of them leaned up against a wall and Dimi took the spoon from the bowl out and took a mouthful of the “ragoo”. It tasted unbelievably good.

“Ruby, on behalf of everyone who lives in the village, I wanna thank you for moving to Jadedale. This restaurant is gonna be a success!”

Ruby smiled bitterly. “Glad you are an optimist.”

Three days later...

Ruby threw another knife that impaled the opposite wall. She groaned as she stepped out of her kitchen and looked to see if someone had entered the restaurant.

As expected, no one had.

She kicked a chair that stood by one of the four tables in the room. She was frustrated, but not surprised. Moving to a smaller town had not helped at all.

Her savings, as well as her dad’s savings, had been wasted for nothing.

She had gone to the city square to do shopping. The only good thing to say about Jadedale was that people at least just gave her looks of dismay instead of downright insulting her. Bottom line was that no one wanted to associate with her unless she actually talked to them, and they would keep it short.

“I’m moving to the ocean to live with my parents...” The young gorgon made a sigh of defeat as she sat on the floor and felt helpless.

***

“Feast your eyes, ladies. It’s vegetarian night!”

“BOO!”

Ivan smiled like a watermelon as he placed the pot with spicy carrot soup on the dinner table while Dimi and Aura shoved their disapproval by making thumbs down gestures.

Ivan shook his head. “Don’t you boo at this soup. It is my grandpa’s recipe. Nectar of gods I tell you!”

“What kind of god, a rabbit one?” Dimi smirked as she poured soup in her bowl.

“Ivan, I want meat tomorrow, you hear me?” Aura sipped the soup of her spoon. “You can eat all the vegetable you like, but I want MEAT when we go out to celebrate our anniversary.”

“OH, that’s right!” Ivan placed his spoon in the bowl. “We still haven’t agreed on where to go. There are plenty of places we could eat in Onyxville.”

Aura made an awkward smile. “Except for Pie House.”

“Oh, ABSOLUTELY NOT the Pie House. Never setting my foot inside that place again.” Ivan made an awkward laugh.

As Dimi had finished her soup, she realized something. “Hey, I have an idea for where we could go.”

“Sure, we are open for suggestions.” Ivan smiled at aura as he poured more soup up for himself. “Right honey?”

“I think Dimi very much has a say here.” Aura grinned, revealing her sharp teeth.

“Well...” Dimi coughed. “We don’t have to go to Onyxville. We have a place where you can buy food now in Jadedale. And I had food at Ruby’s that was great.”

Ivan and Aura seized smiling right away. Ivan looked as if he was about to choke on the soup. Aura looked worried at Ivan.

“Ah... Ruby’s?” Ivan began to blink nervously. “That’s right, I forgot that we... have a new creature in town.”

“Yeah, she is great. And I had her cooking before, we should totally go there tomorrow.”

Ivan bit his lower lip. “Dimi, I’m not sure I would be... comfortable about that.”

Aura slapped her forehead as she mimed the word No with her lips.

Dimi raised an eyebrow. “What’s that suppose to mean?”

Ivan realized he had messed up. “Um, it means that... I just think we should go to a place we are familiar with since we rarely go out that often.”

Aura slapped her forehead three times more.

“... I don’t believe it.” Dimi stood up and pointed a VERY accusing finger at her godfather. “You are just as bad as everyone else!”

Ivan blinked. “What is that suppose to mean?”

“You know EXACTLY what I mean!” Dimi slammed a fist on the table. “I always loved how everyone in this little town got along despite the many diverse species. But not I realize it is because it was all the good species lived here. As soon as this nice girl moves into our supposedly very welcoming community, EVERYONE give her the cold shoulder because she just so happens to have scales!”

“Dimi, be fair now.” Ivan tried to use his I’m-older-thus-smarter voice when he wanted Dimi to accept something he was about to explain. “I don’t know your new friend, but have you considered that maybe there is a reason to why people don’t... trust that kind of creatures?”

Aura sighed as she rolled her eyes.

Dimi gave Ivan a glare that could set a house on fire. “Suuure. I bet there are plenty of good reasons to why no one likes gorgons. Hey, I bet there are good reasons to why people think minotaurs eats babies!”

Ivan looked shocked at the human princess, then looked at his wife for backup.

“Don’t you look at me.” Aura waved a clawed finger. “The kid has a point.”

Ivan stood up and looked at the girl with anger in his eyes. “Dimi, that was uncalled for. That was not fair.”

“You are right, Ivan. It is so not fair. It is not fair when people talk smack about you behind your back in Onyxville. And it is NOT fair that people assume Ruby is trouble when she has only been here for less than a week and done nothing wrong. It’s not fair that no one gives Ruby a chance.”

Ivan opened his mouth. Then he didn’t say anything since he was unsure what to say. He closed his mouth so he wouldn’t look stupid. He lifted a finger, then lowered it.

“Ahem.” Dimi and Ivan turned their attention toward the sphinx woman. “If anyone would like to know what I think, then I think going to Ruby’s sounds like a lovely idea. We get a nice meal as well as supporting the local economy.”

Ivan looked at his wife. Then at his protégé. He sighed as he sat down. “... She serves vegetarian food?”

***

Ruby stared at the still closed door as she threw a second knife at it.

“Move to the countryside, he said!” Ruby sneered as she took aim. “Creatures will be more welcoming in a smaller town, he said! Start fresh!” Her snakes all hissed in anger along with the teen as she impaled the door with her knife. “Bunch of ignorant, self-righteous, butt-scratching HICKS!”

Ruby was about to throw another kitchen knife... and almost had a heart attack as the door was opened.

A minotaur looked terrified at the knife in Dimi’s hand. He gulped as he raised his hands above his horned head. He looked at the young gorgon who blushed and looked very embarrassed.

“Oh, NONONONO!” Ruby bit her lower lip as she smiled. “I wasn’t... It’s a cook thing!”

“Hello...” Ivan smiled awkwardly at the snake girl. “Do you have a table for a party of three?”

“Sssuuure...” Ruby looked at the empty chairs. “I can squeeze you in.”

“Name is Ivan, I’m the town blacksmith.” Ivan stepped inside. He was dressed in a green jacket. He looked at the knife attacked to the door before returning his attention toward his host. “I’m here with my wife and my goddaughter that I believe you know?”

A lion-bird-woman stepped inside along with Dimi. Both of them in dresses that weren’t expensive but looked nice.

“I’m Aura.” The sphinx made a warm smile as she grabbed Ruby’s hand and shook it firmly. “I heard your ragoo should be divine!”

Ruby laughed timidly. “Oh, you won’t be disappointed, madam. I promise you that.”

“Madam?!” Aura laughed. “Dimi, I LIKE this girl!”

Ruby pulled herself free from the handshake as she looked at the bull-man. “And I hear you are a vegetarian, sir?”

Ivan wanted to kick himself. This gorgon was a nice young lady. “Yes, you have any soups or salads?”

“Oh, I have something much better.” Ruby looked very please. “Ever tried ratatouille?”

Ivan looked baffled. “Rattoo what?”

Ruby chuckled. “Give me a few minutes and you are gonna have a new favorite dish, sir.” Ruby looked at Dimi. “And ragout for you?”

“Absolutely!” Dimi sent Ruby a big grin.

“Alright, give me a few minutes and... oh. right.” Ruby went to the front door and pulled the knives free. “Gonna need these...”

Dimi resisted the urge to giggle as Ruby went to the kitchen. She immediately lost the want to laughed as she front door was opened once again and two dwarfs entered the establishment.

“Come now.” Amethyst’s mother Agate gently pushed her daughter toward the table where Dimi and her family sat. “Go on.”

Amethyst sighed as she walked toward the table, not looking Dimi in the eyes. Dimi however stared at the teen dwarf.

“Dimi...” Amethyst groaned. “I had a long talk with my mom... and she pointed out that maybe judging creatures because of garbage she has been told by idiots may not be that smart. That I should be more unbiased when I meet new creatures. And that I was just being rude and should be more open minded. And...” Amethyst looked up and stared Dimi directly in the eyes. “I’m sorry. I was a jerk.”

“Am, I’m sorry I made fun of your beard.” Dimi stood up from the table. “But I’m not the one you have to apologize to.”

Amethyst looked like she wanted to shrink into nothingness. “Do I have to?”

Dimi nodded. “You don’t have to like her, but she is my friend and you insulted her.”

Dimi offered Amethyst a hand that the dwarf girl reluctantly accepted as she walked toward the kitchen.

“Ivan...” Aura decided this was a good moment to talk with Ivan about why he had had issues coming in the first place. “I know you didn’t want to come here because you kept thinking about Veronica when you heard about Ruby.”

“Oh, PLEASE.” Ivan shook his head. “I was being stupid, I realize this now. That Ruby girl and other gorgons can’t be held responsible for the actions of one woman.”

“I didn’t want to say anything.”

“Well, I’m glad Dimi did.” Ivan sniffed. “Hey, I think I can smell eggplants!”

***

Old man Sunmut the Satyr and Greg the Goblin looked at the restaurant from a distance.

“This would NEVER have happened back in my day.” The old goat man looked at the little building with a judging look. “Here I thought Ivan was a smart lad.”

“Yeah, and the dwarf family too?” Greg sighed. “Some people have no standards.”

“I’m telling you, they will all come out turned to stone.”

“Hear ya, hear ya.”

The two creatures said nothing for a while.

“... smells kinda good though.” Greg gave Sunmut a look.

“Yeah...”

The goat and the goblin exchanged glares.

“Ah, to heck with it!” Sunmut tightened his grip around his cane. “I’m old, it’s too late for me to fear death. I’m going in!”

“So am I, I’m STARVED.”

[jo2ukes]

rambling and incoherent thoughts under the cut about how deduebert’s love is too powerful and would, ultimately, save the world :’) (spoilers, obviously)

In a canon-compliant AM AU, if we run with my headcanon that the parley meeting between El and Dimi was largely organized and agreed to bc of the (unlabeled but very much romantic) relationship Hubert and Dedue had pre-war. Dedue, at Dimitri’s request, would send a message to Hubert requesting a meeting, knowing that there’s still unresolved feelings between the two of them and that Hubert may be more likely to persuade El to accept an invitation to meet. Canonically, I think it’s fair to say El has closed herself off to any emotions or opportunity for emotion that would detract from her goal (which requires a certain level of detachment, to be fair. On that note, I also think even in just straight up canon AM, Hubert likely convinced her to accept Dimitri’s request to meet). 

During this meeting, I think Dedue and Hubert would likely have had the chance to meet up alone (while El and Dimi talked) and catch up/engage in pillow talk about the current state of affairs. Naturally, knowing Dedue and Hubert, it stands to reason that they would talk at length about their respective liege’s reasons for doing things. Ultimately, I don’t think either of them would go into it with the intention of doing anything other than what El and Dimi wanted, kind of just accepting this would be a last reunion of sorts and then, ultimately parting ways and dying for their respective causes. BUT through their conversations, I think they’d realize they could orchestrate a truce between the Adrestian and Faerghan armies while still accomplishing El and Dimi’s goals and that the truce would be what’s best for their leaders. 

Now you’re saying, wait, that’s not possible- Hubert would want to keep certain info close to his chest! He doesn’t like revealing his hand- he’s most comfortable operating in the shadows and he wouldn’t let a silly little thing like emotion get in the way! And you’re right! BUT his conversations with Dedue (as well as his feelings) would technically be “in the shadows,” more or less, as he’s clearly opened himself up to emotions outside of strict devotion to El (whether he wants to admit it or not). We also know both he and El realize, tactically speaking, fighting a war one front at a time is easier than fighting one on four fronts (Adrestia vs. TWSID, the church, the Kingdom, and the Alliance). They’ve sort of circumvented this by allying with TWSID and taking them out of the equation for the time being (begrudgingly so). So, the more people Hubert can persuade to join El’s cause, the easier their victory will be, even if he has to persuade others behind El’s back. Hubert is canonically shown to disregard/disobey Edelgard’s orders if he sees a better way for her to accomplish her goals (I’m thinking particularly of one of his supports with Ferdie… I believe it’s their B support where he deliberately disobeys her because he sees a better way). I think this is one of those opportunities he’d find it worth going behind El’s back for the following reasons:

El’s goal isn’t necessarily to conquer Fodlan, she just wants to remove the church’s influence and the crest-based hierarchical society that’s universally accepted in Fodlan. 

 As far as we know, (or maybe just as far as I know) she has no issues with the three kingdoms/houses existing as separate, independent nations. (I haven’t run across any dialogue that suggests this) 

Dimi AND Claude also take issue with the crest-based hierarchical society and seek to change it as well.  As such, that makes TWSID the most direct enemies of her goal because, ultimately, they value crest power and seek to hoard it for themselves (again, unfortunately, she’s had to ally with because she is fighting a war on multiple fronts)

El would be motivated to find powerful allies outside of TWSID so she can cut ties with an organization she clearly detests and who fundamentally oppose the future she wants

Faerghus (and Dimitri) are not direct enemies of the Empire/El’s goals even though they are not directly opposed to the church or the church’s existence. 

In AM, Dimitri doesn’t ally with the church out of any sort of loyalty or piety. In fact, it’s probably more correct to state the church allies with Dimi - he has the army, he has the power, he has the means to help them accomplish their goal of freeing Rhea 

In Silver Snow (and I’m assuming in VW), he allies with the church again, not out of loyalty or piety, it’s simply because in that route the church has the army and the power and the means to help him accomplish his goal of avenging the deaths of his family

This is backed up by his scene in the goddess tower- he explicitly states that he doesn’t really believe in the goddess and feels abandoned by her. It’s not that he hates the church or has any of the information that El has which leads her to believe the church is responsible for the inequality in Fodlan, he just sees them as a neutral party (which of course, arguably, they (or, really, Rhea) are not, he just doesn’t know any better).

Telling Dedue the truth about TWSID, and providing evidence about their hand in the Tragedy of Duscur, means El/Adrestia is no longer an enemy to Dimitri or Faerghus. Dimitri’s anger and focus would be on crushing TWSID, thus aligning his goals with El’s. 

What about the Adrestian conquest of Faerghus? Well, if you think about it, Faerghus wasn’t technically occupied directly by Adrestia, they were occupied by TWSID and other nobles swore fealty to the Empire once Cornelia assumed power. Sure, TWSID took control while they were under command of the Empire/allied with the Empire, but even in the CF route, Cornelia is killed/removed from power in Faerghus, standing to reason that El didn’t really want to give TWSID any sort of power/leadership even when they were allies. In AM, if Dimitri hadn’t killed Cornelia, I think we could safely assume El still would have killed her

Dimitri wants to listen to and understand El, he wants to find common ground.

Even in AM, where he still believes she may have had a hand in the Tragedy of Duscur, the whole parlay meeting is his idea because he has opened his heart to the possibility that he is wrong. His overly compassionate nature (once he finds it again) forces himself to look at options that cause the least amount of bloodshed, particularly for his subjects

Once Dedue knows the truth, I think it possible he and Hubert would work together, likely going against direct orders from El and Dimitri and decide to extend negotiations. Since, at this point in AM, for all intents and purposes Claude and the un-recruited Alliance students (save for Lorenz, rip [we will pretend he was recruited]) are technically allied with Dimitri, Dedue could send word to Claude about the parley. News of Claude’s impending arrival would force El and Dimi to prolong their meeting. Upon his arrival, Claude would play a key role in providing information about the church that neither El or Dimi have (namely that the church/the goddess isn’t responsible for the creation of crests) as I’m assuming he still spends his time in AM/CF routes gathering the same information he would gather in VM route. (He likes to have all the information, after all!)

After the three of them meet, and, after a lot of arguing, I think Dimi’s compassion would win out, and El could be swayed to root out corruption in the church rather than completely destroying it. Rhea would be released from captivity in the Empire on the condition she abdicate her position as archbishop (presumably then allowing Byleth to assume the responsibility, paving the way for the church to become the benevolent force it claims to be. Despite what Rhea does behind the scenes- we know she even keeps HUGE secrets from Seteth and Flayn- the church DOES do a lot of good. If the church starts endorsing the message that crests shouldn’t be used to lord power/be used as a symbol of importance, I don’t think El would fundamentally have an issue with the church any longer).

THEN of course, the three leaders (four, counting Byleth who I think would happily lend the Knights of Seiros as well as their own battle prowess) would be free to focus their efforts on attacking and destroying TWSID, which I think could be accomplished fairly quickly (all things considered) with their united abilities and skills. Afterward, they could focus on shaping Fodlan the way they believe it should be (ie- loose/no borders, abolition of social hierarchies/systemic racism, strengthening ties with regions outside of Fodlan (freeing Brigid, restoring Duscur, improving relations with Sreng and Almyra and Dagda), etc. 

Naturally, Hubert would assume his position as Minister of the Imperial Household, Dedue would take up a role as a delegate to Duscur (and probably still build his school bc i’m very partial to that ending), and the two of them would wed as a sign of good faith between Adrestia and Faerghus (and also because, eventually, the two of them will have to face the facts and admit that they’re hopelessly in love). Eventually, their roles in orchestrating peace would be heavily romanticized and turned into a “star-crossed lovers across the battlefield” type opera that both of them would be far too embarrassed to ever see in person.

[tragicfate-blog1]

@tragicloss   /     my smols fighting over ur smol.  uwu   [  drabble  nonsense  ]

“  he  uh,  he  tell  you  what  he  said  to  me  ?  “

        words  were  quiet,  fingers  fidgeting  in  his  lap  as  teeth  sunk  down  into  his  bottom  lip,   not  even  sure  if  he  should  have  said  a  word  AT  ALL,   let  alone  attempt  to  bring  up  the  fact  that  dimitri  had  proposed  to  him  ;  through  text  message  or  not,   it  still  happened.  speaking  with  tony  was  never  something  he  felt  too  great  about  doing,   always  that  slight  bad  blood  between  them  and  evan  knew  it  was  entirely  all  because  of  him,  he  knew  it  was  all  due  to  the  jealousy  and  resentment  he  held  towards  the  man  who  could  make  his  one  and  only  love  happier  than  he  ever  could.   was  he  happy  for  his  counterpart  ?  of  course  he  was,   all  he  wanted  was  for  him  to  be  happy.   however,   did  he  wish  that  HE  was  the  one  providing  such  joy  and  love  ?   more  than  anything  in  this  world.       tony  gazed  over  at  evan  with  brows  furrowed  in  confusion  as  his  head  shook  ;  was  he  really  going  there  ?  bringing  up  stuff in  attempt  to  have  some  sort  of  pissing  contest  when  they  were  within  confines  of  a  hospital  waiting  room,   and  dimitri  lay  within  a  room  isolated  from  them  ?   well,   at  least  that  was  how  tony  thought  this  would  go  down.

“  ...  you  really  wanna  do  this  now  ?  you  think  this  is  the  best  time  to  tell  me  the  shit  dimi  has  said  to  you  ?   evan,  this  ----  “

“  ----  for  fuck  sake,   will  you  shut  up  and  just  listen  to  me  ?   ain’t  even  cracked  so  much  as  a  goddamn  HINT  as  to  what  i  was  gonna  say  and  you’re  already  bitin’  my  fuckin’  head  off  for  it.  “            heavy  sigh  escaped  evans  lips,   now  looking  towards  the  opposing  male  with  a  GLARE  evident  against  fuzzed  features.            “  what  i’m  gonna  say  is  actually  somethin’   that  could  help  dimi,   but  you’re  makin’  it  more  and  more  goddamn  difficult  to  come  to  terms  with  it,   so  shut  up  and  listen !  “

        tony  didn’t  say  a  word  in  response,   instead  he  just  done  as  evan  said  and  LISTENED.   brown  hues  fixated  upon  the  opposing  male,   not  sure  what  he  would  essentially  confess  to  him  what  his  other  half  had  told  him,   but  something  in  his  gut  told  him  that  he  wouldn’t  exactly  LIKE  it  either.   for  evan,   he  wasn’t  even  sure  what  was  going  through  his  mind  in  this  moment  ;   starting  to  wonder  if  he  had  been  knocked  on  the  head  at  the  things  he  was  even  CONSIDERING,   a  most  definite  contrast  to  how  things  were  now  with  tony,   that’s  for  sure.   but  regardless,   his  main  thought  focus  was  on  dimitri  ;  he  had  to  think  about  what  would  HELP  him,   what  would  make  him  happy  and  loved  and  ...  well,   selfishly,   it  was  a  solution  that  could  perhaps  even  allow  himself  the  chance  at  redemption  he  never  got  to  have  with  the  man  who  stole  his  heart.

“  --------  he  said  he  wanted  to  marry  me,  and  i --  “

“  and  you  think  i  wanna  hear  this  shit  why  ?!  “

“  --  if  i  gotta  tell  you  to  shut  the  fuck  up  one  more  time,   you’re  gonna  think  i’m  on  seven  different  types  of  crack  when  i  tell  you  what  i’m  TRYIN’  to  say  !   so  just  ...  shut  up  and  let  me  fuckin’  talk  !  “            yet  another  exasperated  sigh  fell  into  the  surroundings.            “  like  i  said,   he  straight  up  proposed  to  me  and  ‘course  i  said  no  cause  you  two  are  all  engaged  up,   love  birds  n’  all  that  shit.   tells  me  he  ain’t  ever  gonna  be  happy  unless  he’s  got  us  both  ...  unless  he’s  got  you  and  me  in  the  same  goddamn  place,   same  fuckin’  time,   lovin’  on  him  and  lettin’  him  love  us  back  ...  that’s  what’s  gonna  make  him  happy  and  --  can’t  believe  i’m  even  fuckin’  sayin’  this  out  loud  but  ...  do  you  think  that’d  work  ?  “

        brow  was  raised,   tony  not  sure  if  evan  was  joking  or  being  serious  ;   not  sure  whether  he  should  laugh  or  cry  ...  yet,   the  silence  that  followed  the  opposing  males  words,   along  with  the  sincere  look  upon  his  face,   all  signals  pointed  to  this  being  a  hundred  percent  genuine  question.   it  broke  his  heart  to  know  that  HE  wasn’t  enough  to  make  his  other  half   happy,   knowing  that  the  only  way  he’d  be  able  to  fully  allow  dimitri  to  feel  the  joy  he  deserves,   is  if  evan  is  added  into  the  equation  ;  if  he  becomes  a  part  of  THEIR  relationship.   honestly,   the  thought  made  him  queasy  --  nausea  settling  in  the  pit  of  his  stomach  since  he  and  evan  had  hardly  ever  been  the  best  of  friends,   he  wasn’t  sure  how  they’d  deal  with  one  another  in  other  aspects.

“  ...  are  you  serious  ?   are  you  outta  your  mind  or  what  ?   you  ...  i  mean,   you  honestly  think   you  and  i  have  the  right  mindset  to  essentially  SHARE  him  ?   how  long  do  you  think  we’d  last  before  we  quite  literally  knock  the  everloving  shit  outta  eachother  ?   wouldn’t  work,   no  way.  “

“  i  know,   alright  ?   i  know  there  ain’t  two  fuckers  more  possessive  and  protective  over  dimitri  in  this  world  than  us,   but  ...  maybe  that’s a  good  thing,  maybe  that’s  what  he  NEEDS,   tony.   both  of  us,   in  any  goddamn  way  he  wants  us  ...  fuckin’  think  about  it.   i  know  y’think  that  this  is  big  bad  selfish  evan  tryin’  to  be  a  straight  up  homewrecker,   but  it  ain’t  the  case,   man,   i’m  just  --  just  tryin’  to  think  of  how  HE  can  be  happy,   that’s  what  he  deserves  and  you  know  that  as  well  as  i  do.  “

        he’d  thought  about  it  over  and  over,   thinking  about  how  he  and  tony  would  most  definitely  clash  when  it  came  to  who  loved  dimitri  more,   who  made  him  happiest,   who  could  protect  him  more  --  but  then  he  also  knew  that  he’d  throw  all  of  that  bullshit  to  the  side  in  order  to  make  sure  that  the  man  he  loved  was  HAPPY.   despite  his  reputation  for  being  reckless  and  even  emotionless,   evan  would  never  set  out  to  destroy  anothers  relationship,   ESPECIALLY  when  said  relationship  involved  the  one  man  who  owned  his  heart  ;  which  to  some  people,   would  make  sense  to  try  and  get  rid  of  the  person  stealing  your  chance  at  happiness,   but  with  evan,   all  he  wanted  was  for  his  counterpart  to  be  happy  and  to  be  loved,   and  even  if  that  didn’t  involve  him,   he’d  support  it.   but  this  scenario,   the  one  in  which  dimitri  claimed  he  wouldn’t  be  happy  unless  he  had,   evan  HAD  that  chance  to  make  him  happy,   as  did  tony  --  despite  a  few  bumps  here  and  there,   a  few  probable  miscommunications  between  himself  and  stark,   he  didn’t  really  see  what  the  huge  deal  was.

“  think  about  what  you’re  asking  me  right  now.   you’re  ASKING  me  to  essentially  give  up  my  relationship  with  di  --  “

“  nah,   i  ain’t  askin’  you  to  give  it  up,   i’m  just  askin’  you  to  CONSIDER  what’s  gonna   make  him  happy.  “

“  ----  still  asking  me  to  give  up  a  lot,   to  let  YOU  in.   course  i  wanna  do  what  makes  him  happy,   he  deserves  that,   but  this  ...  this  is  a  lot,   it’s  not  easy  to  consider.  “

        nod  of  the  head  in  response,   evan  could  understand  that  of  course  this  wouldn’t  be  easy,   he  could  see  how  much  tony  loved  dimitri,   how  much  he  ADORED  him  and  saw  nothing  but  his  entire  world  when  eyes  fell  upon  him.   but  that’s  also  exactly  how  he  felt  about  the  russian,   and  perhaps  they  could  put  their  differences  aside,   start  over  with  one  another,   and  do  this  one  thing  to  make  the  man  they  both  loved  happy.    evans  hand  raised  to  rub  against  the  back  of  his  neck,   slight  sigh  escaping  his  lips  since  he  didn’t  want  this  conversation  to  go  back  and  forth  in  the  same  direction  all  goddamn  day.

“  look,   i  know  this  ain’t  easy  and  i  know  it’s  a  lot  of  shit  to  take  in  ...  but  if  we  do  it  FOR  HIM,   and  it  goes  south  before  it  even  takes  off  ?   then  we  know  we  can  tell  dimitri  that  ...  this  ain’t  gonna  work,    that  we  tried,   we  fuckin’  tried  to  do  it  for  him  and  we  couldn’t.   things  could  be  different  and  we  won’t  know  ...  unless  we  try,   s’all  i’m  askin’,   man,   ain’t  a  case  of  bein’  jealously  selfish  and  wantin’  to  steal  him  as  my  own  or  whatever,   just  ...  askin’  for  ONE  chance  at  it.   if  it  doesn’t  work  out  then  fine,   don’t  work  out.   “

        tony  was  conflicted  beyond  belief,   determined  to  stand  his  own  ground  and  say  NO,  but  also  understanding  evans  point  about  what  would  make  his  fiance  happy  ;   that  they  would  never  truly  know  unless they  gave  it  a  shot,  and  there  was  no  harm  in  at  least  testing  the  waters,   right  ?   biting  down  on  his  bottom  lip  as  the  gears  in  his  mind  twisted  and  turned,   the  self  proclaimed  iron  man  felt  like  the  weight  of  the  world  was  on  his  shoulders  --  if  this  was  the  only  way  to  make  things  BETTER  for  the  man  he  loved,   then  this  shouldn’t  have  even  been  something  he  had  to  think  about,   right  ?   yet,  selfishly  he  didn’t  want  to  share  him  either,   fear  of  dimitri  falling  more  in  love  with  evan  and  eventually  leaving  him  behind  at  the  forefront  of  his  mind.    but  then  there  was  also  TRUST  ;  he  had  to  trust  that  his  love  would  stay,   that  he  wouldn’t  just  up  and  leave  him  ....  he  had  to  tell  himself  how  HAPPY  it  would  make  him.

“  ...  you  realize  this  could  end  horribly,  right  ?  “

“  look,  man,  whatever  happens,   y’know  that  d  loves  you  to  the  goddamn  moon  and  back,   y’know  that  he’d  do  fuckin’  ANYTHIN’  for  you  and  that  ain’t  ever  gonna  change.   i  know  how  this  could  end,   but  if  one  has  to  walk  away  then  trust,   it’ll  be  me,   so  just   ...   don’t  worry  ‘bout  that  shit,  just  think  about  making  him  happy,   think  about  makin’  him  better.  “

“  --------  a-alright  ...  i  can’t  believe  i’m  fucking  agreeing  to  this,   but  TRUST  ME,   don’t  bank  on  this  lasting,   i’ve  never  had  less  hope  in  an  experiment  in  my  entire  life  but  just  ...  i’ll  TRY,   alright  ?   for  dimitri’s  sake.  “

        to  say  that  he  was  SURPRISED  would’ve  been  the  worlds  biggest  understatement,   evan  having  set  himself  up  for  hours  more  coaxing  towards  tony,   hours  more  lectures  of  what  would  make  the  russian  happy,   and  yet  ...  now  he  had  agreed  to  give  it  a  try,   to  truly  attempt  to  BOTH  be  there  for  dimitri  in  a  relationship  manner.   he  couldn’t  help  but  SMILE,   nodding  at  tonys  response  before  shifting  closer  towards  him ,   hand  reaching  out  to  rest  against  his  arm  despite  being  slightly  hesitant  towards  doing  so.

“  ------  thank  you  ....  but  we  gotta  work  on  OUR  side  of  this  shit  ‘cause  this  touchin’  thing  is  weird,   i’m  gonna  take  my  hand  off  you  now.  “

“  ...  yeah,   you  do  that.  “

        ------------  but  they  both  made  a  promise  to  not  only  themselves,   but  to  DIMITRI  ;  they  really  would  try.