#dimitri fluff

[frickingnerd]

dimitri when he's jealous

pairing: dimitri alexandre blaiddyd x gn!reader

tags: academy & war-phase!dimitri, dimitri is bad at feelings (but gets better), unhealthy to healthy behaviour, romantic feelings

during his time at the academy, dimitri isn't too aware of his own feelings and that includes jealousy as well!

he doesn't even realize he's slowly falling in love with you, until he sees you laughing and talking with another guy one day and gets this odd feeling in his chest…

he feels almost sick or like he strained some muscles in his chest? but it's not just physical, as he starts to feel… angry?

dimitri doesn't want to feel that way and it makes him feel guilty about his anger, which quickly shifts him towards a sadness instead

he's unable to tear his eyes off you when you're with someone else! despite how jealous he gets and how it hurts him, he knows it'd be worse if he didn't look at you and the other person!

dimitri grows quiet when he's jealous and just observes the situation, all while his feelings boil up inside of him

once the war begins and some years pass by, dimitri's jealousy grows worse!

it's not just that he gets jealous easier, but he also acts upon it now! if he sees someone else by your side and assumes they have romantic intentions, he'll break up the conversation between you and them!

and at his worst, he'll even threaten the person flirting with you; whether it's in front of you or cornering after they left you!

only as the war ends does he slowly come to terms with his jealousy. dimitri doesn't like feeling jealous and he doesn't Iike the person he becomes because of his jealousy

dimitri might still get jealous from time to time, but now he's acting in a healthier way; reminding himself that he has no need to be jealous and trying to ignore the situation, by distracting himself with something else

[lolitastories]

Porcelain Skin

Dimitri Belikov

Royal Moroi Reader x Dhampir Dimitri

Description: They have been friendly for a while. As friendly as a Dhampir and a Moroi could be, but the change of attitude has finally reached its limits.

It was my favorite time of the year. The tree leaves turned different colors and other than rain I like watching them fall. Of course the academy didn’t allow them to stay on the ground for long so I cherished the moment when I could see a couple laying around. I held my umbrella tightly as I sneaked out of the Moroi dorms. Every couple of months the Dhampir do long runs that last till sunrise and every time I can’t help but watch as they reach the finish line. I admire their determination and respect their hard working spirit. Training for a full day can be exhausting. “You shouldn’t be out here,” The shadow cast by the person standing behind me didn't make me aware until I heard his deep voice.

“I’m just admiring,” I exhaled. His sudden appearance scared me. He grunts as he takes a seat beside me. I move my umbrella a bit to see his face but quickly regret it as the rays of the sun touch my skin.

“I repeat again,” He whispers as he holds on to the pulled down umbrella blocking the sun in a quick motion. I smile feeling giddy on how close he was. Both under the umbrella, faces an inch apart as he inspects my skin. “You should’t be out here, princess” My eyes never leave his, as his eyes trail over me.

“I was admiring” His eyes flicker, finally catching my gaze. I could no longer hear the groans and grunts from the training happening feets from us. I could only feel the warmth his body radiates around me. His eyes are gentle and loving. My eyes fight to look down towards his lips knowing damn well our first kiss couldn’t be infront of all these people. It wouldn’t be right to be seen. A moroi and a dhampir kissing? My family would have my head, plus I don’t even know if he wanted to.

“You have attended many early trainings, what is there to admire?” He whispers, like if people were close enough to hear us.

“You” I said blankly. His eyes open in shock as I close my mouth in a quick response to what I had just said. “Well you-” My breath is cut off as his hand moves up to cradle my face and his forehead leans against mine with eyes closed.

“I wish to hear more but we can't,” his eyes open. “Because if I listen I am afraid I will never want to stop” A small smile plays on my lips. My hand moves to hold on to his loose hand not really caring about the burning sensation on my skin. The sun beams could reach the lower half of us that the umbrella could’t cover. “I hear your voice even in my sleep,” His head moves to the side of my ear, dreadfully slow. “You smell lingering and when I close my eyes I could imagine you are inbetween my arms” I squeeze his hand hoping to get a reaction but he is much stronger. “If I were your guardian, well that would be chaos” I hear a slight chuckle. With a deep sigh he pulls away. He looks down, noticing our hand. “Your hand” He held it up away from the sun and into the shade the umbrella provided. How could he do that? One moment he has me on the edge, ready to say fuck it and take him. Forgetting the stupid idea of being a moroi and just thinking of him. Then he goes back to distancing himself. Like there was some switch in him. He goes back to being a dhampir. “You need to be careful-”

“Dimitri” Our heads turned to Mikhail standing there with his arms crossed. “Princess” His hands fall to his side giving me a respectful nod. “You shouldn’t be here” I turn my head towards Dimitri with a smirk

“So i’ve been told” He shakes his head taking a stand.

“I was about to take her to get her hand checked” He was still holding on to my hand covering it with his. Truth was it was still red but no need for medical help.

“We are done for the day anyways so-” Dimitri didn’t listen as he pulled me up and started guiding me inside.

“I will see you tonight Mikhail.” He throws a wave back to him as he hurries me inside.

“Where are we going?” I look around the unknown corridors. Dimitri just kept walking with one hand grasping my jacket. “I don’t need any medical attention for a small burn” I look down and yep, I will live.

“Atleast something to sooth the irritation” He looks back with a warning look. There is Dimitri Belikov, one of the best dhampir guardians. Sworen to protect Lissa because he is one of the best we have. This Dimitri is also cold and distant. Compared to the nice and warm one a couple of minutes ago. I swear he is bipolar. He pushes me into a medical room and shuts the door.

“Dimitri, I'm fine” I groaned, ready to leave. “I will survive with a bit of irritation” I grab his hand stopping him from searching the whole room for some dumb cream. His eyes softened, grabbing my hand and examining it.

“You’re skin,” I place my hand under his chin and make his eyes focus on mine.

“My skin will be okay,” I whisper. “And if we are honest with eachother right now, you have more sensitive skin than I do” I chuckle as my hand moves up to skim my finger over his. His skin was a lighter shade than mine. His red undertones and impressively soft skin was incomparable to mine. “Porcelin skin” I whisper laughing to myself.

“My skin doesn’t matter. You are a moroi and I-”

“A dhampir” I pull away frustrated. It always has to be that. One moment we are sharing a sweet unaffected by our status moment and as soon as something reminds him of it, he turns his switch. “When are you going to stop caring about that!”

“I will never stop caring about it” He responds calmly. I hated him. I could cuss him off and throw my hands up in frustration and he would stand there calmly.

“I want you to care about me! Not about stupid status” I pointed at myself.

“I do. I do care about you but that stupid status can’t be ignored” I stop and look up at him. My chest falling up and down, unable to calm my breathing. I know he was right but I couldn’t allow it to ruin me. I walk up grabbing his face in my hands. I search in his eyes for something, anything that makes me know what to say. Every scenario ends badly.

“You care about me?” I ask simply and with a nod he responds. “Dimitri,” I ask sternly hoping he knew what I was asking. “Do you care about me?”

“Yes.” His hands move to grab my face and pull us closer. “I wake up and think of you. Every second I am breathing I think about you. Even when I sleep I dream about you” My breath cuts off hoping to not miss any of his words or how his eyes don’t blink as he stares deep into my eyes. “I want to protect you. I find myself caring more about you than anyone else, even Lissa” He whispered the last part as if it were a sin. And it was. Someone like Dimitri who lived by the rules, Moroi came first and in his life I wasn’t the moroi who should come first, he was Lissa’s guardian. “If I were your guardian I would live peacefully,” Our foreheads lean against eachother. Both our chest falls as we feel better being this close. “But then our status wouldn’t allow us to be more. I would have to stand while I watch you be married to another guy. Start a life with him and live a long happy life as I stand and watch from afar” I open my mouth but he shakes his head. “I can’t imagine getting a glimpse of us and not being able to have you.”

“Dimitri” My hands move to grab onto his hands, begging. Begging for him not to continue.

“But standing from afar atleast I know it won’t hurt me or you as much. Getting this close to you is already enough to scar me.”With that he pulls away, turning ready to leave.

“You can’t leave like this!” I grab the first thing I could reach and throw it at him. When he didn’t budge I threw the second thing and I regretted it as soon as I did. “Shit, I am so sorry” I came over to check on what damage I could have caused. “You need to let me clean that” I pull his face over to examine the cut on his cheek.

“It's just a cut, I will be okay”he removed my hand and pushed off to walk away. I let out a groan, quickly moving to block the door.

“I will throw you everything in this room for you to stay here and talk to me, even if it means you being half conscious” I raised my brow seriously on my statement.

“Move” His lower tone sent shivers down my spine but not enough to have me move an inch. He would never hurt me. “Move” Another warning as he steps forward, looking straight into my eyes.

“I need you” I whimper, hoping, begging for him. I move my hand towards his chest. They slowly move up and around his neck. His hands quickly wrap around my wrist a little harshly but don't pull me away. His head falls down enough to be beside my ear. “I don’t care what happens then, we will figure it out” I push my head back to be less than an inch away from his lips. “I want to know what happens with us, I won’t be happy knowing we didn’t give it a try” Slowly I move forward. Still giving him the chance to pull back but he didn’t. Our lips connected and as I withdrew our quick and gentle kiss, he looked at me.

“I spent nights thinking about how this could work,”

“And what was the verdict?” I tease playing with the strings of his jacket.

“Eitheir we run away,”

“I am open to that idea” His expression doesn’t change but a smile appears on mine.

“Or we keep this a secret long enough and see how things go”

“I think we should go with that one” Knowing my family will stop at nothing to come look after us.

“Whatever the princess wants, from now on will be my command” I shake my head chuckling. He moves forward to kiss me but I pull away.

“When it's us,” I grab onto his face. “I’m no princess, it's just you and me”

“Okay,” he whispers, moving slowly closer. “But, you are my princess” I was going to argue but how can I when he starts to kiss me. Our lips move together so in sync. His arms holding us close and my hands moving towards his hair. Who cares about status now?

[azxremoon]

BE MINE!

day of devotion dimitri x reader

ingredients : SPOILER-FREE, gender neutral reader, introspection, fluff, minimal dialogue, slight angst (dima is mean to himself), graphic imagery, implied background pairings, intentional lowercase.

note from the barista : i'm not late to put this out if his day of devotion banner is still running :')

dimitri does not handle flowers. or perhaps it is more accurate to say that if he can so much as help it, he tries not to make a habit of handling anything fragile.

the same could be said about most, whether they be objects or people. but flowers specifically are high upon that list. they are notorious for their fragility. one wrong move could snap the thin stems keeping them upright, or tear the delicate petals from the receptacle. it means little in the grand scheme of things, that is true. it is a mere flower, another can and will be grow and cultivated. but dimitri does not want to be the one to destroy something so lively, so precious and beautiful.

but dimitri is like a rock against glass — bound for destruction. it has followed him since he was young and will continue to do so until he is laid to rest. this moment is hardly any different. one could blame the precarious nature of his crest. after all, it's provided him with strength nearly unparalleled by others. but a sword does not swing and pierce through by itself; an arrow does not fly and lodged itself into its target on its own. the responsibility is his and his alone.

perhaps it makes him a hypocrite, considering how tenderly dimitri cradles his feelings for you close to his heart. if it does, then he cares not. it was a daunting task to allow himself this kindness when he knows he is undeserving of it. there are many days he considers letting go of them, despite the gaping wound it would surely leave. you deserve better than him. someone who is not tormented by their past and held together by a thirst of revenge that can't come soon enough. dimitri's hands shake around these feelings, handling them like the precious treasure they are.

but make no mistake, dimitri is well aware that you are not fragile. you are one of the strongest people he knows and he loves that. he loves you. he would worship you if you permitted him! dimitri swore to him that no matter what happened, the bloodstained claws disguised as human hands would never tear into you. he would use them to protect and love you. still, dimitri knows he must be careful. with this cursed strength beneath the flesh of his palms, he fears that a single mistake will leave you—

dimitri grimaces. a petal falls and lands atop the toe of his boot. he will not think of that. not today. but it is so difficult. all of this self doubt came rushing forward and revealed itself at the first opportunity presented. now it refuses to leave him lone, clinging to him like rotten flesh to bone. that is to say, dimitri accidentally crushed one of the flowers within the bouquet and the guilt was all-consuming. and now he is plucking the tiny petals from the mutilated plant, one-by-one, as he mutters, "they love me. they love me not."

dimitri has not played this game in years — literally. the last time he had, it was before the tragedy. those were different times, when things were simpler and the truth was hidden behind a veil of childish innocence. when he and his childhood friends were still young. when loved ones and innocents still drew breath. glenn taught the four of them this game, as a matter of fact. dimitri cannot recall how it came up in the first place, something about the holiday itself, but it ended with him, felix, sylvain, and ingrid each with a flower in hand.

he and felix only went along with it because glenn introduced it. sylvain, to no one's surprise, already knew of this practice and teased them, insisting that this method was reliable. dimitri hadn't believed it. but a bright-eyed felix had taken him at his word and tore through what had to be several flowers. ingrid was a little more reluctant and instead counted the petals. dimitri has never since seen her flush as bright as she had when glenn casually mentioned not needing a flower to dictate his feelings.

dimitri is quick to dismiss those thoughts before they, too consume him more than they already have. he forces himself back into the present and it takes him but a moment to recall that he is stilling sitting upon the fountain's ledge at the heart of the marketplace. a comically large bouquet of flowers is cradled in his arm like a babe, its weightlessness surprisingly intimidating. spring snowflakes, if he recalled correctly. they are so small and droopy that dimitri was almost convinced they were sickly. the florist had to assure him that they were, in fact, healthy.

the prince had not bought this bouquet with the intention of doing this. it was meant to be a gift, after all. a gift for the most wonderful person dimitri has been graced with meeting. it feels more like an honor, a blessing he is undeserving of. but the longer dimitri sits for, the more restless and nervous he becomes. now dozens of tiny white petals line his feet and the stem lays limp and pathetic in his palm.

"they love me. they love me not. they love me. they love me not."

dimitri has been muttering those same words for what feels like hours now. his tongue grows tired and numb after repeating them like a mindless husk of what once was. but dimitri refuses to give up. if he has so much as a chance for his feelings to be reciprocated, then he wants to reach out and take it.

dimitri's hand stills around that last petal and watches as it slips between his fingers like a lost opportunity. he reaches for another flower from the bunch and—

"dima?"

dimitri nearly rips the whole stamen off of the flower. that lovely voice rings in his ears like church bells and if he was standing, he's sure he would have fallen to his knees. his head whips upwards and his eyes find the most ethereal shade of color he will ever see in his lifetime. dimitri's heart flutters with a sort of adoration he has little idea what to do with.

"ah, you're here!"

an odd mix of exhilaration and anxiety bundles together in his chest. dimitri eagerly rises to his feet and it's a miracle he doesn't trip over his feet like a fool. the heavy weight of his cloak is a welcome pressure upon his shoulders and it's the only thing keeping him even relatively composed. dimitri clears his throat and stands a little taller, a little straighter.

"i was beginning to think you declined my invitation," dimitri confesses in an attempt at casual conversation, but his worry is unfortunately palpable.

"i wouldn't miss this for the world," you say. "i'm sorry for running late."

dimitri does not hesitate to offer his assurances, almost jumping at the chance to do so. "no, please do not apologize. it's quite alright. to be honest, i just appreciate you meeting me here today."

dimitri spots the relief in your demeanor, in that lovely expression you give him. he can feel his heart soaring and lodging itself in his throat. he would be perfectly content letting it asphyxiate him if it meant you would keep your eyes on him for even a moment longer. he forgets all about the world around them and the other heroes that pass with their special someone in celebration for this day. frankly, the only one who has his attention is you. always you.

it's during his incessant fawning that dimitri's eyes follow yours to the ground when it lingers elsewhere. specifically, to where the petals are scattered and the spot on the fountain's ledge where bare stems lie next to where he had been sitting. vague amusement crinkles at the corners of your eyes and the slight upturn of your lips, and it only becomes even more prominent when you look back up at him. embarrassment washes over dimitri like the waves lapping over one's bare feet at the beach.

the prince pointedly ignores the fiery warmth upon his cheeks. he shifts so his frame hides the unfortunate sight behind him and steps over the petals. he can't even feel them beneath his boot, but the knowledge that they're there is like his own personal torment. dimitri chuckles, an awkward attempt at moving past this.

"in any case, it's good to see you. i'm aware it has not been that long at all since we last saw each other, but...i truly did miss you."

he offers his hand, palm to the sky. your hands slides so smoothly against his glove, his fingers curl so perfectly around yours, and he swears that he can feel your skin through his glove. his hand is a little bigger than yours, and yet dimitri is so certain that they were made to fit so perfectly together. dimitri bows his head, lifts their hands, and brushes his lips against your knuckles. even when he stands upright once more, dimitri does not let go just yet. he will be a little selfish today, even on such a pure holiday as this.

"this is for you. i hope you will accept it."

dimitri extends the bouquet in his other hand, and—

it is a single spring snowflake. the last from the bouquet he had bought, to be specific. it's blanketed neatly in the wrapping and tied with a blue ribbon, but it's like a child wearing their parents' clothing. it stands out so comically in all the ways it's not supposed to be. something like horror and guilt smacks him across the face and dimitri swears his heart gives out in his chest.

he has no chance to amend this horrid, detestable mistake when his offering is taken from him in tender hands, cradled with a gentility only you possess. he dares say that your eyes are soft as you observe the gift, your fingers brushing against the tiny white petals. anxiety bubbles in dimitri's chest as he looks between you and the gift. he doesn't know how to rectify this without hurrying back to the florist and purchasing another bouquet.

"oh, it's beautiful," you marvel. to him, your voice is as soft as a tender caress. "i love it. thank you, dimitri."

dimitri swears he falls in love all over again in this moment. the way the bright sky gleams down on them highlighting them in a light that makes them appear almost ethereal. the soft look in their eyes that dimitri is the always sole recipient of. dimitri does not feel deserving of it, nor has he ever. he doesn't think he ever will. but he has it. he has someone who looks at him, sees him, and likes what they see. he has someone who sees him as he truly is, this dark and ugly and foul creature, and still wants to stand at his side.

"anything for you," dimitri says breathlessly. he offers his arm. "i would love to see the rest of the festival with you. what say you?"

© azxremoon. please do not copy, edit, translate, or use for ai training.

[milkypompon]

Your Hand in Mine Ch. 1

pairing: Jayce x Reader x Viktor... x Dimitri

summary: If you’d known that writing your senior thesis with the Golden Boy would get you expelled, you would’ve cut every tie to him before it unraveled your professional career and sanity. And now, ironically, you’re back—teaching at the very university that once threw you out.

content: fluff, lovers to enemies to lab partners to lovers, smut in future chapters

AKA, there's something happening between the professors at the University of Piltover. Hopefully, the names of Jayce, Viktor, Dimitri, and you aren't tarnished on Rate My Professors.

wc: 3.1k

a/n: Yes, I've fallen into the Dimitri propaganda, and now this is a messy fic with these four idiots /lovingly.

|| Next >

arcane || ao3

The Golden Boy conveniently always had a meeting when the mail was delivered. Stacks of boxes filled with materials for another HexTech invention threatened to topple over, all addressed to Talis. 

You weren’t sure how to carry them back to the lab on top of the letters shoved into the cubby. Sorting through the crumpled papers, you tried to straighten the ones you grabbed. 

Coupons for a new bakery. 

Oh, Viktor would love to try their sweetmilk. You shoved it into your satchel. 

A postcard promoting the Man of Progress.

You snorted at his gaze, staring off into the distance. Looking into the future, my ass. 

It was another piece of merchandise for the shrine you and Viktor made in the lab to further annoy Jayce about drinking out of a mug with his face.

Despite spending half an hour taking inventory, the stack still looked untouched. 

Shirking your responsibilities to continue looking at silly photos of Jayce and finding new places for takeout was tempting. Surely, no one would need you for a few more minutes.

You heaved a sigh, knowing Viktor or Jayce would scold you. Truthfully, it would be the latter more than the other.

Without wasting another second, you nestled a few packages on top of your hip and pulled out the hefty stack of letters with your free hand. Misjudging the weight, the papers fluttered out of your grasp, spilling onto the marble floors. 

Your face heated up in annoyance when it pricked your thumb. 

Luckily, the gears and parts weren’t damaged. 

Now, attempt number two was safely bringing all the parcels back without damaging them or you… again.

Buried under the advertisements and requests from Council members was an envelope with an unfamiliar insignia on the wax seal. You bent down to pick it up and flip it over.

It was addressed to Viktor.

Strange. 

Typically, Jayce signed off on billing statements. Besides, Viktor hasn’t mentioned an incoming message to either of you.

You piled the boxes high and topped them off with the letter. There was a slight tingle of intuition as you heaved them up through an inhale that there would be a third attempt because you couldn’t see in front of you.

As you turned the corner, you almost ran into a tall figure. 

Jayce groaned. “Watch where you’re going.”

“Funny how you ran off to a meeting when your parts for projects came.” You fought the urge to roll your eyes. “I’m not responsible for the stock.”

“I was gonna get to them eventually.” His ears turned red, and he grabbed them from you. “I don’t understand why the staff stretch the meetings on for hours just to email me a watered-down version.”

You massaged your shoulders back and walked alongside him. “Maybe you should learn from them. So, you can give Viktor and I a watered-down version of chicken-scratch that you call notes.”

Jayce nudged you with his elbow; the papers shifted from the movement. “Haha, very funny.”

His touch was familiar, but now it was a passing breeze that caused prickly gooseflesh. 

“Careful, don’t drop it.”

Jayce opened his mouth to reply, but his gaze hardened when he saw the letter you picked up earlier. 

He nudged the door of the lab entrance with the tip of his shoe while he trained his eyes on the wax seal. 

Hunched over the desk with a torch, Viktor soldered the bronze knuckles onto Vi’s gauntlets. 

Jayce requested his student to test its durability, and of course, she couldn’t turn down a chance to have a little inconsequential fun. 

It turns out it did in the form of receiving an earful from Viktor and Caitlyn yammering about safety protocols and the importance of using consent forms.

Professor Jayce Talis. 

Unanimously known as the man with a perfect score on Rate My Professor. The comments under his profile mention how he was smiling all around, throwing extra credit onto the floor like he was paid for each point he gave out, with an occasional remark about how he was too hot and a few about his ring finger lacking a shiny gold band.

Though right now, he was anything but his usual happy-go-lucky self.

Jayce released his white-knuckled grip on the boxes with a resounding thud, and the parts inside rattled. 

Viktor matched the clatter when he slammed down his goggles, revealing the dark circles under his eyes. He huffs, “I’m not made of money.”

Professor Viktor Sokolov.

The comments under his profile were… less savory. 

Quality: 2.0

Difficulty: 5.0

For Credit: Yes | Attendance: Mandatory | Would Take Again: No | Grade: C | Textbook: Yes

If you want to be prepared for the industry, take him. He’ll mentally beat you and then build you back up.

Skip Class? You won’t pass. | No computers.

–

Quality: 1.0

Difficulty: 5.0

For Credit: Yes | Attendance: Mandatory | Would Take Again: No | Grade: D | Textbook: Yes

Was gonna take Talis, but his classes filled up way too fast. Sokolov’s just as good-looking as the other prof. In like a Tim Burton, Victorian way. So, I thought he wouldn’t be as bad as everyone said. I WAS WRONG. DON’T TAKE THIS FUCKING COURSE. If he weren’t hot, he’d be a negative zero.  

Not tech-savvy.

–

But there were a handful of positive reviews.

Quality: 5.0

Difficulty: 2.0

For Credit: Yes | Attendance: Mandatory | Would Take Again: Yes | Grade: A+ | Textbook: Yes

PROF S. IS FUCKING AMAZING!! Don’t listen to the piss-drinking cowards. Sokolov let me make a rocket filled with paint for the final, and I accidentally shot it into the administrator's meeting room. He waved it as “drawing my scientific conclusions.”

XOXO,

Genius and Madness :p

Hilarious. | Gives good feedback.

Viktor gripped his cane, preparing to stand up.

“Sit back down.” 

Your eyes widened at Jayce’s flat tone. 

Viktor gave him an incredulous look. 

Jayce’s shoulders sagged as he took in their faces. “Sorry, it’s just… Here.” He plucked the letter and flicked it toward Viktor, as if touching it would melt his flesh and bones. 

Viktor caught it between his hands with a loud clap. He ripped it open and scanned the words, his eyes flitted forward and back as if he couldn’t believe what he read.

“Tomorrow. He’s coming tomorrow.”

“Who?” You inquire.

Viktor’s cane made a clacking noise as he paced around the room. He muttered to himself, similar to when he was trying to predict all the outcomes of a highly volatile experiment. Excitement buzzed from his heart, radiating through his veins.

Without an answer from either of them, you plucked the letter from Viktor’s hand. 

Hello little one!

I’m sure you’ve missed me. 

I come bearing gifts from Ionia to deliver to you, so cry no longer! 

I’ll be there in less than twenty-four hours when you see this. 

Your beloved friend,

Dimitri Lisenok

“Why didn’t he shoot you a text?” You raise an eyebrow.

Jayce replied for Viktor and gave him a tight-lipped smile. “He took his sabbatical too seriously. No blue-light exposure, or whatever.”

You cleared your throat. “So, uh, what’s the history?”

Viktor took the crumpled letter from you and slipped it into the bottom right of his desk drawer. Neither you nor Jayce has seen him open it. You two only know he kept his pencils, an 18-inch ruler, and fountain pens arranged by color in the top drawer. 

It wasn’t locked per se, and he never explicitly told you to keep your nose out of it; he just kept his cards close to his chest, always three steps ahead. 

No one dared to ask more than they received from him.

And it irked you that he put it in that drawer, which could help you catch up to Viktor, even for a moment.

“Lisenok is a respectable professor and coworker.” Viktor’s back was faced toward you as he hastened to organize his desk. “He’s been with the university a few years longer than Jayce and I have. Though his energy is boundless!”

“He is, of course, a dear friend, too.” He continued, “I’m sure you will enjoy his company. Perhaps a round of drinks will break the ice.” 

Drinks? That’s coming from the same person who cradled carbonated water like an expensive champagne during award nights.

Viktor turned around with a small smile. “Can I count on both of you to make him feel welcome?”

“Of course! A friend of yours is a friend of mine.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jayce muttered.

“I will take an early leave today to prepare. If you see any students waiting outside my office, tell them office hours are moved to the beginning of next week.” Viktor gripped his suitcase and slipped out before you could reply.

Jayce huffed. “There’s no way the headmaster doesn’t know about this yet.”

“You could just, y’know, ask.” 

“I don’t need shit from your smart-mouth on top of the other shit-show Dimitri’s going to bring–”

The door squeaked open, followed by Heimerdinger’s pattering steps. “Ah, my boy! I’m glad I caught you. I see Viktor has received word of our sorely missed professor.”

He took your hands and patted them. “And you, my dear, will be happy to hear that Lisenok will be another pair of crafty hands in your classes.”

You and Jayce exclaimed, “What?!”

“That’s amazing!” You squeezed Heimerdinger’s hand.

He chuckled. “I knew you’d be grateful for the help. As much as I cherish the brilliant minds of Ekko and Jinx, the latter pulls the other every which way, do you agree?”

“No!” Jayce ran a hand over his face.

“To the extra help or Jinx–”

“No to Lisenok. No to everything!” Jayce loosened his cravat; the air felt hot around him. “Besides, isn’t it unprofessional to show up in the middle of the semester?”

Heimerdinger offered him a smile. “We’re only four weeks in. And how could I turn down an intelligent mind to guide our new professor here, who’s done brilliantly thus far? Imagine the courses with two passionate professors!”

You beamed at his words, not because of the praise itself, but your joy perpetually caused Jayce’s forehead to crease.

The headmaster waved. “I will see you two tomorrow at the reunion party! To my surprise, Viktor will be spearheading it. How excited that boy is to see his dear friend.”

If the confirmation from Heimerdinger wasn’t enough to drive Jayce up the walls, then the last few sentences truly did the job.

You stared at Jayce sidelong before pulling at the door handle. “Better have your dancing shoes, pretty boy. Those casket loafers aren’t gonna cut it.”

Jayce looked down and muttered, “What’s wrong with my shoes…?”

***

A handful of your students weaved in and out of your office. For every pair of curious minds who conversed with you, there was an occasional extra credit and grade percentage bargainer. But overall, you were hopeful for the future of Piltover cultivated by your own. 

You remembered entering the lecture hall years ago, when you were one of them, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. 

Twenty minutes before class started, you pinpointed potential seats. It had to be close enough so you could see the projector, but far enough so the professor’s eye level wasn’t directed at you–

“Trying to find the perfect spot? I usually sit in the fourth row because I freak out during exam days when people in front of me are turning in their Scantrons and I’m not even halfway through.”

That too.

You had to stop the sharp inhale of your breath when you looked up. He was gorgeous, in an impish way, where he knew something you didn’t. But after a bit of poking and proding, he’d give in with a cheeky smile. 

Apart from the gelled back brown waves, a curled strand hung over his forehead. Maybe it was to draw onlookers to the warmth of his eyes.

You saw him during orientation, in a sea of freshly graduated high schoolers. He was only a blur of a face then, but now here he was again.

If you’d known that writing your senior thesis with the Golden Boy would get you expelled, you would’ve cut every tie to him before it unraveled your professional career and sanity. And now, ironically, you’re back—teaching at the very university that once threw you out.

During summer, the months leading up to your first semester teaching, you tried your best to avoid him. Which was deemed impossible, considering your classrooms and offices were across from each other.

But you weren’t going to let him get in the way of your career. Not again.

Fortunately, the other staff helped you with a smoother transition.

The golden sun filtered through the sheer curtains in your office. There were still a few hours of daylight, which meant some time to get ahead of grading since you’d surely be out of commission after tomorrow’s festivities. 

You slipped on your headphones and tapped your red pen to the beat of the music while grading the assignments from this morning.

After staying in the stale room past your allotted time, you felt the tail end of the summer heat fanning the back of your neck. You tugged off your sweater, unaware of the soft knocks on the door.

“Hello, Professor…” Viktor nearly dropped the stack of pamphlets. His gaze traveled to the sliver of soft skin and the valley of your navel. When he blinked, the view was replaced with your white cotton undershirt. It was as if his eyes were playing tricks on him.

You pulled your headphones down. “Ah, Sokolov. Sorry, I was so focused, I didn’t hear you.”

“It’s no problem. Your work ethic is admirable.” He cleared his throat. “I only wanted to drop these off.”

Viktor placed the pamphlets on your desk, and you picked one up. 

“This is for the Innovator’s Competition. Medarda asked me to handle these.” 

“Yes, well, I had spare time on my hands.”

You grinned. “The words ‘Sokolov’ and ‘spare time’ don’t exactly pair together.”

A tinge of pink painted his cheekbones.

“I’m joking. Thank you, Viktor. Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“Could I pick your brain for a few moments?”

“Is that the real reason why you printed the pamphlets for me? Means to an end.”

“Excuse me? No–” Viktor’s face felt hot. He didn’t understand why your relentless teasing made his insides feel like unexplainable mush.

Your smile widened. 

He saw the way the corners of your eyes crinkled. 

You shouldered your bag and threw in your keys. “C’mon, it’s getting stuffy in here. Tell me what’s on your mind.”

Viktor tapped his index finger on the curve of his cane while you walked beside him to the campus square. A nervous tick he had, not when he had to go up on stage–no, Viktor was eloquent. He could live off a fat pot from writing novels or publishing scientific journals. It happened with bated breath in front of the chalkboard. Unsure if he could decipher the knot of the undiscovered. 

“I was wondering if you’d like a hand in the reunion party.”

A skateboard whizzed past, followed by twin braids. 

You almost tripped from surprise, but Viktor’s hand wrapped around your wrist.

“Did someone say parrrtaaayy?” The wheels skid to a stop. 

Viktor tutted. “Ms. Powder–”

“It’s Jinx, to ya, prof!”

“Ms. Jinx–”

“You can drop the formalities.”

He sighed. “Jinx, there are signs all over campus regarding vehicle safety. It would be a shame if anything happened to our star student.”

Jinx cackled, a full belly-laugh. She shouted over your shoulder, “Hear that, Little Man? I’m the profs’ favorite!”

Ekko sprinted and cupped a hand over her mouth. He tilted his head down in apology. “We’re so sorry. We were on our way to the park and wanted to take a shortcut through here.”

“It’s alright. No harm done!” You said.

Jinx licked his hand, and Ekko grimaced and pulled away. “So, I heard about a party?”

“It’s for a returning professor.”

“The one with the shiny teeth?” She asked while she twirled her hair around her finger. “Oh! Oh! And curly hair?”

“I’m sure Professor Sokolov will be pleased to hear that those two are his most defining traits,”  Viktor replied.

You looked at Viktor, then at the duo. 

When he caught your gaze, the idea forming in your head dawned on him. “Oh, we are absolutely not–”

You grinned. “Jinx, Ekko, would you like to help set up the party? It’s a bit last minute, but we have the rest of the afternoon and tomorrow.”

Viktor sputtered out, “Shouldn’t you ask me first if I will allow them to participate?”

Jinx slapped Ekko on the back. “C’mon, prof! Have a little faith in us! Remember last year’s fair?”

Ekko grimaced. “Maybe bringing up the fireworks incident isn’t the best example, Blue…”

“Touché. But, I did deliver with the KABLOW!”

“Fine, but under one condition.” Viktor shook his index finger. “Try not to summon the fire department this time.”

“No, promises.”

“Jinx…”

“Hah! Can’t take a joke now?”

You checked your watch, half past five. “Let’s open up the banquet hall and check the supplies we have.”

Jinx looped an arm through Ekko’s and led the way. 

You fished out the key from your satchel and unlocked the door. 

The University of Piltover squeezed out every last penny from its donors. The marble floors stretched to the other end, where a bar was lit up from ground recessed spotlights. The smooth, granite countertops were large enough to hold catered food from around the country. 

You looked at the paintings housed in gilded frames on the walls. It was exactly the same as a decade ago, when you and Jayce snuck in during an event. People had champagne glasses in hand, dresses that swept the floor, and cocky men who didn’t bat an eye at the checks they threw at the headmaster. 

Jayce wanted a taste of the high life. Meals that fit in the palm of your hand and conversations that left a bad taste in your mouth.

He lived in it now, reveled in it. 

You were supposed to be in the picture, until you weren’t.

Viktor clasped your shoulder. “Are you alright?”

You squeezed your eyes shut. “Yeah, I just missed dinner. I got caught up with grading.”

“Let’s grab something to eat before we start.”

Ekko nodded at you. “Don’t worry about us, Professor. We’ll get this sorted out!”

“Thanks you two.” You looked past him. “Where’s Jinx?”

CRASH! 

Jinx sticks out a thumbs up from the supply closet. “I’m okay! Enjoy your date!”

Viktor flushed and tapped his cane on the floor. “Let’s get going then.”

[drmaddict]

Like a Schoolboy

Summary: Dimitri and Hoppers niece are a thing. Hopper finds out.

Wordcount: 1.335

Warnings: use of (y/n), fluff

"And this is my niece (y/n)."

Dimitri had blamed it then on the stress of the last few weeks. He hadn't given it a second thought. A survival instinct of the body. After all, he had expected to die not just once in the past few weeks.

A reproductive instinct. That was all it was, why he was immediately attracted to this much younger creature.

It probably wasn't even that far from the truth, but it just wasn't the whole truth either.

(Y/n) Hopper had done it to him. First purely out of physical attraction. Later for other reasons.

He had met her. He had seen the stubbornness in her. The same as in Hopper, only better hidden. Had recognized her intelligence. Not so hidden as in Hopper. He had found kindness and tenderness, as well as strength.

She had helped him settle into this new world. She had been a friend to him. She had even given him a home. Hopper's place had gotten crowded, when Joyce and the kids moved in, so Dimitri had ended up at (Y/n)s place.

And now Dimitri was laying here in this soft bed with her by his side, wondering how it had actually come to this.

He pulled his arm tighter around her and buried his face lazily in her hair. Breathed in her scent. He wasn't keen on the day Hopper would find out about them both. He wanted to never leave this little bubble of secrecy. He wanted to dwell in this unpolluted world of affection and infatuation. Only with her. No one else to disturb them. A little peace and quiet.

But he especially didn't want to get up.

"Not yet." he grumbled, trying to keep her from leaving the bed where he wrapped his arms tighter around her.

She laughed. "I have to go to class."

"Don't have to."

"I don't think my professor feels that way."

He grumbled. "He's an idiot anyway."

"Dimitri." she sighed with a laugh.

He pulled her close once more and breathed in her scent before letting go.

"Aren't you helping Hopper today anyway?" she asked, standing up.

He grumbled into his pillow in agreement, as he watched her get dressed with one eye. He grinned sleepily at the sight of the bruise on her shoulder.

"I thought you enjoyed beating up the rookie cops.", she grinned, tossing him one of his shirts. It hit him square in the face. He didn't bother to pull it off his head.

He grumbled. "I just get to explain.", he spoke through the cotton.

"About that jackass last time?"

"Da."

Dimitri didn't really need to prove to this greenhorn that he had no idea, but he had seen fit to bring him back down to earth. He was helping Hopper teach the new police students hand-to-hand combat techniques. The greenhorn was strutting around like a puffed-up rooster.

But with a broken jaw, it was hard to talk.

"It would have been different in Russia."

He felt the mattress beside him lower. The shirt was brushed off his face. (Y/n) smiled at him. "America takes the fun out of everything.", she grinned, brushing his hair out of his forehead.

He leaned slightly toward her touch. Enjoyed the tenderness.

"Come on. Get up."

"What do I get in return?"

She kissed him on the tip of his nose.

"Not very convincing.", he murmured with a smile. She grinned back and kissed him on the forehead.

"Colder."

A kiss on the cheek.

"A little warmer."

He reached for her face and pulled it to him. Kissed her on the lips without haste. Just her and him and-

"Dimitri get your ass out here!"

-Hopper.

He dropped his head into the pillow with an annoyed groan. There was an emphatic pounding on the apartment door.

"I'll get it!", laughed (Y/n).

Dimitri pulled his T-shirt over his head as he also heard Hopper walking down the hall. Dimitri had barely fished his underpants off the floor and put them on when Hopper was suddenly standing in front of him.

Time stood still for a few seconds. Hopper stared at him. Dimitri stared back. The waistband of his underpants still in his hands.

"What are you doing here?" asked Hopper tensely.

"I... live here.", Dimitri answered dryly.

"What are you doing in my niece's bed?" he now asked again.

(Y/n) stood uncertainly in the doorway."The folding sofa is broken. Doesn't extend right anymore, you know..."

Hopper turned his face to her angrily. She put on an unconvincing smile.

It didn't help anyway. No one who saw this room could even draw wrong conclusions.

The sheets were rumpled. So were Dimitri and (y/n). Their clothes lay scattered on the floor and Dimitri knew for a fact that he had at least two dark spots on his neck. His little vampire had taken hold again.

Dimitri stood up with a sigh. "Go ahead. Hit it."

No moment he had uttered the words, his friend's hook threw him back onto the bed.

"Uncle!" he heard (Y/n) exclaim.

"She's my niece!" roared Hopper, throwing another punch.

"I know!" groaned Dimitri.

"Uncle!"

"You're my age!" Punch.

"I know."

"You touched her." Punch.

"Yeah."

"You fucking-"

"UNCLE!"

Dimitri saw (Y/n) clinging to Hoppers arm, trying to stop him.

"(Y/n) he did-" Hopper began, but was interrupted by (Y/n).

"Didn't do anything I wouldn't have let him do!"

"That's not the point!"

(Y/n) looked at him wearily. "Stop hitting him."

"No!"

"Let us settle this.", Dimitri interjected, smiling at her as best as his face would allow.

"By beating each other to a pulp?"

"Is the Russian way." he shrugged. "Gotta get it all out once. Deserved it."

(Y/n) stood in front of the bed and pinched the root of her nose. "Fine. I'm off to college." She reached for her bag. "When I come back, he better just have a few bruises or I swear to you BOTH, that Russian prison was shit compared to what I'm doing to you."

She gave Dimitri a hard kiss on the forehead and punched Hopper on the shoulder before whistling out of the room.

They both looked after her.

"Your niece is really something."

"Yes she is.", Hopper agreed with him.

Dimitri looked toward the bedroom door with a smile as the next punch hit him. "She's twenty years younger!"

"I know."

When (Y/n) came back that afternoon, both men were sitting on the supposedly broken folding sofa.

Both were holding a beer. Dimitri had a package of frozen peas pressed on his forehead.

"I don't know. Somehow it all started there.", Dimitri said, taking a sip from his beer bottle.

"What started?" asked Hopper.

"That I really fell in love with her.", he sighed.

"In love, huh?"

"Like a schoolboy."

"Women... Do with you what they want."

"True words."

They both toasted to each other, when they noticed (Y/n).

(Y/n) tossed Dimitri a tube of salve. "For the bruises.", she explained.

He reached for the small tube and looked at it closely.

"Are you guys done?"

Hopper held up his bottle. "Reconciliation beer." He excreted the rest and set the can down. "I've got to go anyway. It's waffle night.", he declared and left, not without hugging (Y/n) once more.

"Waffle night?" asked Dimirti.

"Eleven loves waffles more than anything. It's kind of her thing.", (Y/n) explained, reaching for the small tube. She squeezed some of the translucent mass onto her fingers and leaned over him. He dropped his head against the back of the sofa and closed his eyes. (Y/n) tenderly spread the ointment on the bruises. Dimitri heaved a sigh at the cool sensation.

"In love, huh?" asked (Y/n) into the silence.

"Like a schoolboy.", Dmitri confirmed without looking at her.

(Y/n) smiled and kissed him softly on his bruised lips. "Love you too. You stubborn, Russian idiot."

"Your stubborn Russian idiot."

[anxiousmalktea]

“And if I hadn’t found you that day, Goddess help me, I do not know what I would have done.”

A BEEEEG drawing this time! The brainrot about Dimitri and Fire Emblem in general has reached a peak and i fear I have reached a new level of mental illness.

For context behind this drawing, the girl in Dimitris arms is NOT Byleth, but instead my OC Lucrezia (Lucy for short). In my AU of her as a Byleth-insert it is cannon that Dimitri finds Lucy floating down the river that in-game Byleth washes up from. And furthermore, the outfit Lucy is depicted in here is not her usual outfit (which i recently designed and you WILL be seeing soon). The outfit she’s wearing here is her Resplendent outfit (FEH fandom how we feeling?) which will ALSO be getting a post soon.

But back to the topic of the piece, the moment depicted here is a pivotal moment for both Dimitri and Lucy going forward. As in this AU, he went on the search for Lucy as a last ditch effort to convince himself she was dead. As the five-year missing saga still happens (can’t miss out on all that delicious angst!) and he can’t fully grieve over her loss. This was supposed to be a moment of Dimitri letting go of his memories of the academy and embracing a life without her, but luckily for him, it doesn’t work out that way.

The glowing thing is actually intentional, as in my mind Sothis’ blessing is trying to get Lucy found. And thusly makes her look obvious as hell. And in this moment, to Dimitri and to the others searching with him, she looks like their rising sun.

Lucy does bring a new dawn with her, being full capable of helping the war effort in ways Byleth simply couldn’t. And, for Dimitri, grants him the relief of knowing that he wouldn’t have to live alone anymore.

In my mind, when this scene plays out, I imagine how heart wrenching it must be for Dimitri to finally grasp hold of Lucy. Being able to physically feel her water-chilled skin, see her chest rising and falling, and know that her gentle pulse is beneath his fingertips. This is no illusion, this is not a trick of his mind, her body is as real as it can get. She was alive, and in his arms, and his world has never felt so bright. The lies he had poisoned himself with are washed away in the river as he gets to carry his beloved Professor back to the shore, back to the world that misses her more than anything.

And while he doesn’t feel worthy of being the one to carry her, the idea of anyone else doing so makes his blood churn.

[princessofgotham777]

Under Your Spell

Christian Ozera x Reader

Fanfic Type: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, slow burn, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers kinda, I don’t write smut

Heyyy, I have no idea if the Vampire Academy fandom is alive or if anyone would even be interested in reading Christian Ozera x Reader but I lowkey don’t care. This was super fun to write, it’s so classic fantasy highschool like it’s just a cool vibe. Of course I don’t own any Vampire Academy characters this is purely fanfic. Also I’ve only seen the movie and read the first two books and read like the first half of the third (I don’t even really remember the books I’m starting to re read them) so if Christian turns out to be an asshole sorry (don’t spoil it though I already know too much of the Dimitri lore😭)

Plot: For the plot I’m going more off book lore and the movie vibe, I haven’t seen the show yet I’ll probably watch it eventually. Then of course using my imagination lol. Reader is basically Lissa, Lissa’s not gonna be a character in this fic instead reader will be taking her place. Also Andre doesn’t exist.

Warnings: basic vampire stuff involving blood, character death, nightmares, depression, suicidal thoughts and risky behavior, swearing, talking about sex (no smut tho) (all these warnings aren’t in this part but if I continue the series they’ll probably pop up)

Part One: scared of the dark

You’d been back at the St. Vladimir’s for a little over a week. You and Rose, your best friend and future guardian, ran away when you were fifteen after your parents were killed in a car crash. Rose and you were also in the car but for some unknown reason, you two lived. Since then things got weird. You became sad all the time, it was more than just the deaths of your parents; something changed within you. Along with that you’d had shitty experiences with boys, which wasn’t an effect of the crash, just highschool. And then there was the bullying, it wasn’t normally bullying though people, you still don’t know who, would leave threats for you to find or do more harmless but equally agitating pranks. Finally there was your connection with Rose and mind reading abilites. You two were telepathically connected, sometimes she could slip into your mind involuntarily and without your knowledge. To an extent, she could feel what you feel. You had the ability to read minds, you only ever used it once and you didn’t even know you were doing it at first. It’s a form of compulsion that’s extremely rare. The only person who knows you can do it is Rose. The only time you’d ever read someone’s mind was your mother’s as she died, you looked inside her mind to hear her last words, “I love you.”

Ever since that night of lying half dead beside an unconscious Rose and dead parents in the pitch black darkness you’d become quite adverse to the void-like atmosphere the absence of light created. Rose and you managed to avoid guardians for two years until a week ago you were dragged back to the academy. Normally it wouldn’t be such a big deal for you two to runaway, but you were next in line for the throne. Being afraid of the dark you would think, would be difficult for a vampire. Luckily class was during nighttime but the school was still lit up, plus sunlight didn’t bother you too badly.

Suddenly the clock struck ten pm and Bad Girl’s by M.I.A started playing. The iconic song was Rose’s ring tone on your top secret flip phone you hid from the headmistress.

“Hello?” You say half asleep.

“I know your alarms not set up yet so I’m calling to wake you up for your wonderful morning…well night…of highschool fun!” She says sarcastically.

“Why thank you I’m thrilled,” you say returning her sarcasm. You hang up and get ready for school. You wear a black pleated skirt, slightly sheer black tights, dress shoes, a button up white shirt, and your St. Vladimir’s blazer. You grabbed your backpack, a silver sparkly draw string bag and placed your secret phone in a hidden compartment on your bag; you and Rose agreed to keep them on you in case of emergencies. You looked at your schedule to figure out where the hell you were going, and just how late you were going to be.

Period 1: Morori Culture 4

Period 2: English Literature

Period 3: Elemental Magic 2

Period 4: Study Hall

Lunch

Period 5: Understanding Poetry

Period 6: History of St. Vladimir

Period 7: Slavic Art

You knew you and Rose wouldn’t have the first four period together as that’s when Dhampirs train. You hoped some of your classes would match up the last three period of the day though. First period was bleak. Everything being taught you already knew. Second period however, unfortunately seemed to be more interesting. Across the room you saw your ex boyfriend Aaron holding hands with a short Moroi girl. You only dated Aaron because he asked you out, before that you didn’t even know the guy existed. You went out for a couple weeks then when he tried to get intimate after barely knowing you, you broke up with him. Clearly he wasn’t that crushed and found a replacement. Even though the two of them being together didn’t bother you, you still felt anxiety rising in your chest. You missed the life of freedom Rose and you had been taken away from. Just when you thought Lit couldn’t get any worse the boy who was obsessed with you sophomore year and followed you around appeared. He made eye contact with you then sat in the seat furthest from you; thank Vlad you thought. Elemental Magic , your third period class, was a sophomore level class. You may have weird abilities, like your bond with Rose and mind control but you didn’t possess strong connection to any of the four elements; fire, earth, water, or air.

Finally study hall came around and you were free to run off to your secret hiding place; the attic of the chapel. You turn on the lights and are meant with the warm ancient room you love. You head over to the green soft armchair ready to read in peace when suddenly a boy steps out from behind a bookcase.

“Holy shit!” You say jumping up. “You scared me!” You scold him.

“I have that effect on people,” he says ominously. You then realize who you’re talking to; it’s Christian Ozera.

“I didn’t mean-“ you begin to say.

He cuts you off, “I know perfectly well what you meant,” he says.

“No, you really don’t,” you defend yourself. Christian Ozera was known by everyone at St. Vladimir’s; but for the wrong reasons. Christian’s parents willingly became Strigoi when he was a child, ever since then nobody really trusted him, even though he was only a child when it happened.

“What are you doing here anyway?” He asks.

“I always come here, well I did…” you say.

He looks confused for a moment then he realizes who you are. “Your Y/N Dragomir, the runaway princess,” he says with a smirk.

“And you’re Christian Ozera,” you say. “You know maybe if you gave people the benefit of the doubt sometimes, people wouldn’t be so weary of you,” you say.

“I don’t give people who look at me the way they do the benefit of the doubt,”

“They…not me?” You ask.

“You said it yourself…you didn’t mean to scream in terror at the sight of my hideous face,” he says sarcastically.

“First of all, I’d hardly consider your face hideous, second I really didn’t mean anything by it…I’m just…jumpy,” you say.

“A Morori princess who’s jumpy?” He laughed.

“Hey it’s not funny,” you say playfully defending yourself. “This was my hiding spot before it was yours,” you add.

“Well I quite like it here so maybe we’ll just have to share, that is if your not to horrified of me?” He teases.

“I think I’ll manage thanks,” you say. Suddenly the lights flicker twice.

“Really, this shit again?” Christian says.

“What do you mean? What’s happening?” You say trying not to sound too panicky.

“These past few weeks the lights have randomly been going out,” Christian tells you.

“Even now? When it’s already dark outside?” You ask with wide eyes. He nods yes. Quickly you dash to the door trying to get it open but it won’t budge. “The fucking door won’t open,” you say frustrated.

“Here let me try,” Christian says as he also fails to open the door. You begin breathing heavily. “Someone must’ve followed you and trapped you in here,” he says. “Piss anyone off lately?” He asks. After his smart remark he turns to see you tearing apart your backpack looking for your phone as you slightly hyperventilate. “Woah, it’s okay,” he says when he sees you so afraid.

“No…I need to get out of here, I need to find my phone so I can call Rose!” You say still searching. You pick up your backpack and dump everything out on the table. He helps you look through everything to find your phone. “Fucking hell! It’s dead…I must’ve forgotten to charge it last night,” you say.

“Hey it’s okay,” he says confused as to why you’re losing it. He hesitates before saying, “I won’t hurt you.”

“I know,” you say slightly angry. “You’re not the issue here, the lights are about to go out and the chapels in the middle of nowhere. It’ll be pitch black,” you say.

“You’re not scared of the dark?” He genuinely asks.

“I am,” you say angrily. “That’s why I need my stupid phone to turn on so I can call Rose,” Christian walks over to the door and begins trying to open it again, hopelessly slamming his body against it. He freezes suddenly. “What is it?” You ask.

“I’m an idiot,” he says smiling.

“I don’t doubt you but why exactly?” You ask.

“Cause I can fix this,” he says. He walks over to a cluster of candles and snaps his fingers allowing a flame to appear. He lights a couple of them and then brings the cluster to where you’re sitting. As he sits down beside you the lights go out.

Back in Rose’s fourth period, weights and conditioning, she sees the lights throughout the whole campus go out. “Shit,” she says.

“What?” Mason asks.

“What the fuck is this about?” Rose asks referring to the lights.

“It’s been happening lately, they don’t know why,” Mason replies.

“I have to find Y/N,” Rose says. She digs through her backpack to find her phone but you don’t answer. “It must be dead,” she says. Reluctantly she runs to Dimitri and the other guardians. “We need to find Y/N,” she says.

Just as one of the guardians is about to dismiss her, Dimitri says, “Why? What’s wrong?”

“She’s scared of the dark,” Rose says quietly. “Ever since the crash,” she adds. Dimitri whispers something to the other guardian who runs off.

“They’ll begin searching, in the meantime can you use the bond you two share?” He asks.

“I-“ Rose says shocked.

“I know about it…so does Headmistress Kirova, it’s one of the only reasons you weren’t expelled?” Dimitri says.

“And the other?” She asks.

He doesn’t answer her question he simply says, “so can you use the bond?”

“It’s not really voluntary but I can try-“ her sentence is cut off as she slips into your mind. “I can’t see where she is…but she’s with…wait is that…. Christian Ozera…the fuck is she doing with that psycho! She’s calm, which is weird. It looks like they lit some candles. She’s just staring at him…probably avoiding looking at the rest of the room cause it’s so dark. Wait she turned her head. Ummmm…I see…bookshelf, stained glass window like-“ she snaps out of the bond. “Like the one in the chapel!” She starts running and Dimitri chases after her.

Back in the chapel Christian breaks the silence and says, “I’m sorry.”

“For what? You kinda saved the day with the fire magic idea,” you say.

“For assuming you thought of me the way everyone does,” he says.

“I don’t blame you for assuming things about me when all everyone else does is assume things about you,” you reply. You’re sitting so close you can feel his warm breath on your skin. His ocean blue eyes looking into yours. Just as he’s about to say something the door is broken open and light from flashlights come pouring in the room. Rose runs to you and quickly pulls you off the floor.

“Are you okay?” She asks alarmed.

“Yeah I’m fine,” you tell her as you look back at Christian.

“Come on let’s get you out of here,” Rose says glaring at Christian.

“I’ll see you around,” you say to him as Rose pulls you away from him towards the other guardians. He just waves in response, with a hurt look.

You and Rose now sat in Headmistress Kirova’s office. The lights had come back on finally and you knew she’d want you to explain. Dimitri and one other guardian stood by the door.

“First things first,” Kirova says. “Cell phones, now”

“But we need them it’s a safety thing!” Rose says.

“And how well did that work for you this time,” Kirova responds. Reluctantly you give her the flip phones. “Princess, explain,” she says.

You hesitate, you didn’t want to broadcast your trauma from the night your parents died but you had no other choice, “being in the dark reminds me of laying there with my parents dead body’s thinking I was going to die to,” you say deadpan, showing as little emotion as possible to ensure you don’t cry. Rose looks sympathetic.

“Great you heard it, can we go?” Rose says. Kirova looks as though she regrets asking you about it to begin with, so she lets you and Rose leave. On your way out in the hall Dimitri stops you and Rose.

“Your bond is special,” he says. “Rose would be the perfect guardian for you Princess, after you two graduate. But if that’s what you want Rose you have to work for it,” he says.

“Yeah, I know,” she says as she pulls you with her and speed walks away. You two walk to the Moroi dorms.

Your dorm looks the same as it did before you two ran away from the academy. They never cleaned it out. It was the same old light pink comforter and fairy lights pinned to the wall. Your pink, lavender, and mint decor contrasted with the dark oak walls and floor of the dorm room.

“Okay so what was that whole Christian Ozera situation?” Rose asks.

“There was no situation,” you say. “We just got locked in there together,” you say.

“You do know why those asshole locked you in there?” She says. “It’s because everyone thinks he’s gonna turn Strigoi any day now. They wanted to see if he’d kill you, the lights going out was just the cherry on top” she says.

“You’re being crazy Rose, yes that’s probably why they locked me in there but they’re wrong about him,” you say.

“Twenty minutes with the creep and suddenly you’re his biggest fan?” She says.

“He helped me, he tried to get the door undone and then he used his magic to light the candles, he’s not the monster everyone makes him out to be,” you say.

“I can believe it,” she says smiling.

“What?” You say defensively.

“You’re totally crushing on the psycho,” she says.

“I am not!” You say.

“Soooo crushing,” she says.

Hey I hope you enjoyed reading (I lowkey don’t think anyone’s gonna read Christian Ozera fanfic cause like I haven’t even found any but whateverrrr) anyways on the off chance someone does read it and likes it remember to like, reblog and or follow.

Masterlist

[nabateaprodigy]

Hello! Can I request Fire Emblem Heroes King of Faerghus!Dimitri x Summoner!Reader where Dimitri confesses to the Reader by asking them to stay by his side like in his level 40 conversation but Reader thinks he means it more professionally/as an advisor, but ends with them getting together?

A King and his Summoner

Series: Fire Emblem.

Character: King of Faerghus!Dimitri.

Genre: Fluff.

Proofread: Yes.

Reader: Summoner!Reader.

Notes: Reader is Gender Neutral.

Ever since Dimitri had been summoned to Askr it had been something new and unexpected for him. His friends and loved ones were there. Along with other versions of himself and his friends!

It took him a while to adjust to this new kingdom and see different versions of his friends. However, Dimitri had someone there for him since he arrived to adjust to this new kingdom.

Who was that someone? Why it was you of course! Ever since you summoned Dimitri you and him grew with each other and developed a deep bond with one another.

From helping him in battle after battle and defeating countless foes. To help him understand how even ended up in Askr and explain things he was unfamiliar with.

Dimitri and you had been there for each other and became very close over time. Although lately, Dimitri had been thinking something over as of late. It's about you and how he felt towards you.

Dimitri valued his and your time together but wanted more for you and him to spend every day together. So he planned to tell you how he felt as he planned to with you later in the day. The time was quickly approaching so he left to speak with you at the location he told you to meet at.

When Dimitri arrived he already saw you there waiting for him. "Ah, summoner thank you for taking the time to speak with me," Dimitri spoke already relaxing by being near you.

"Of course, Dimitri getting to spend any more time with you. Is something I'd take the opportunity to do!" Always so kind and honest Dimitri liked that about you.

"There is something rather important I would like to speak with you about." He spoke again struggling to find his words. However, after some time he finally finds the words to say.

"When you summoned me here to Askr I had already been crowd King back home in Faerghus. But even as a King I continue to grow and learn new things. So far here in Askr all of that has been thanks to you summoner."

He paused for a moment before speaking once again. "Please summoner stand by my side and help me become a king Faerghus can be proud of!" He spoke now awaiting your response.

"But I already have been Dimitri! For the entire time, I have had you here with me. There was no need to speak with about this!" You let a chuckle after finishing what you said to him.

That...was not the response he was expecting maybe he should be more direct? Yes surely by being more direct about what he truly says and what he is feeling! "Ah of course summoner but I meant it in a different light."

"I wish for you to stand by my side as my king/queen. So that with you by my side I will have all the support and love I need. For the people of Faerghus to have a king they can be proud of."

You were stunned for a moment unsure of what to say. However, after a while, you gathered your thoughts and gave a response to Dimitri. "Oh, Dimitri so that's what you meant. Then yes I'll be your king/queen and stand by your side. By being with you I'll show Faerghus how lucky they are to have such an amazing king."

Dimitri smiled as he embraced you in a hug. "Thank you summoner you've truly made me a happy king. I love you." You hugged Dimitri. "And I love you too Dimitri."

[industria-adastra]

wip - 1

Dimigard make me so ill (they've been haunting the back of my mind for 4 years) they drive me CRAZY my god I wished they kissed (I'm gonna have to draw them kissing myself if intsys won't let them)

[frickingnerd]

clinging to a promise

pairing: dimitri alexandre blaiddyd x gn!reader

summary: when the war broke out, you got kidnapped and locked away in fhirdiad. for years you clung to the hope that dimitri would one day save you. and that day finally came…

tags: kidnapped!reader (by cornelia), brief mention of torture/experiments on reader, angst to wholesome fluff, all blue lions are here, dimitri & reader are childhood friends, set during azure moon

“i promise, i'll keep you safe. always.”

for years, those were the words you clung to. that promise between two childhood friends, that you hoped hasn't been forgotten. the promise dimitri made to you all those years ago. the only hope you had, while captured and experimented on. the only thing to keep you going, even in your darkest hour.

it's been years now that you had spent in the captivity of cornelia, locked away in a prison in fhirdiad. rumors of dimitri's death had spread even within the prison, yet you still held onto the hope that dimitri had managed to escape his execution. and that one day, the two of you would reunite again.

and that day was rapidly approaching.

“what's going on–!?”

“they infiltrated the capitol–!”

“surrender! there's no use fighting them”

most of your mornings were quiet and lonesome, but when you woke up with people screaming and panicking outside, you knew something was different. whether fhirdiad was being invaded by outsiders or your savior didn't quite matter to you at that moment. things couldn't really get worse for you either way.

“everyone, step away from the bars–!”

a familiar voice suddenly echoed through the halls of the underground prison. a voice of your former classmate and vassal to dimitri. and if he was here, then surely…

“are you in here? please, answer me–!”

your heart skipped a beat when you heard dimitri's voice. footsteps soon echoed through the halls of the prison, as people started running around, looking for a certain cell.

“i found them–!”

it was felix who got to your cell first, rattling on the bars that kept you separated from everyone else. soon, the rest of the blue lions followed, with dimitri pushing his way to the front, busting open the cell door, as if it was nothing.

“dimi–” before you could finish his name, dimitri had swept you off your feet and pulled you into a tight hug that made the other blue lions panic.

“not so rough–!”

“you'll squeeze them to death, boar–!”

“careful, your highness…”

dimitri's grip on you loosened a little, enough to allow you to stand on your own two feet again. but aside from that, he paid no mind to the others and still held onto you, worrying that if he let go of you, you'd slip away from him once more.

“after all these years… i finally found you” dimitri's face was nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his words coming out as mumbles that only you could hear. “i promised i'd keep you safe, always. but i couldn't do anything, all those years. can you… ever forgive me…?”

you held on tight to dimitri for another moment, not wanting this warm embrace to be cut short. when you finally did slip away, your hands had cupped his cheeks gently and you made the taller man look down at you, gently caressing his cheek.

“there's nothing to forgive you for, dimitri. you saved me, just like i knew you would. all those years, i've waited for you, knowing that, one day, you'd find me. and now that you're here, i harbor no ill feelings towards you. all i feel is delight, that we are once again reunited…”

[lolitastories]

Shadow

Dimitri Belikov

Royal Moroi Reader x Dimitri Dhampir

Description: After a close attack by the Strigoi, reader is hurt. She is strong and stubborn so she decides to go back to her regular routine after a couple days in bed,but she has a feeling someone is watching her.

“You are paranoid” I let out a sigh, allowing my shoulder to loosen up. Maybe I was paranoid. “The Strigois attacked the vehicle 3 days ago, you are probably still shaken up about it” Rose caresses my arm trying to calm me down.

“I guess you are right.” I shake my head trying to let go of the worry and lighten the mood.

“Plus, Aiden is always there to protect you” I look over to the dark haired guy standing only a couple feet away. He has become a dear friend so her words only make me worry not only about me but also about him. Knowing their teaching and priorities, Moroi comes first. I send a smile and nod towards the girls.

“Come on let's dance” Lissa grabs our hands with a slight laugh pulling us towards the dance floor. But I couldn’t stop the tremble shivering down my body. All the noise in the party was making me panic. The room full of people laughing and talking wasn’t allowing me to breathe.

“You two go,” I smile at Lissa and Rose. “I will be right back” With another quick smile I let Lisa’s hand go and turned to walk away. I turned over to Aiden who was busy talking with another guardian. I took this time to sleep past the people and out the stairs. I grab hold of my dress, being careful not to trip and roll down the stairs. The wind was blowing a gentle coldness and the moment I reached the terance, it's exactly what I needed. Arch columns stood surrounding the roof. I closed my eyes, breathing in the cold air, but soon my lungs took enough air in that my mind started to function again. “Shit” I groaned, wrapping my arms around my body. I wasn’t ready to go back inside but also knew that I might die out here in the cold. My head turned sharply to the stairs. There it was again. That feeling that someone was watching me, waiting for me.

“You shouldn’t be out here” My heart stopped as the low voice and dark figure came into view. “Without your guardian” I closed my eyes thanking the gods it wasn’t who I was thinking it was. But jumped seeing another familiar face infront of me once I opened my eyes, he wasn’t the one I thought it was eitheir.

“Dimitri,” I watch him move closer, unintentionally blocking the wind from hiting my skin. “I thought you were Aiden” But before that I thought you were a well mannered Strigoi or someone else coming out for me with bad intentions.

“He freaked out when he couldn’t find you,” A little smirk played on his face which made my head turn in curiosity. “Told him I would come get you,” He grabs my arm pulling me closer and wrapping what he could of his jacket around me. Dimitri has always been nice, except at the beginning. He was cold and quiet when I hung around Lisa. He explained he was new to the place and as a guardian he couldn’t trust anyone. Until we were waiting on Lisa outside a feeding. All of a sudden we started to talk like long time friends. I don’t know what switched that day but I am glad it did. Now he is like a protective older brother, but when he smiles down at me like he is now, or traces my skin whenever he gets a chance I can’t think of him close to a brother figure. He makes a red tinted appear on my cheeks. I lose my ability to breathe. My hands warm against his back, wrapped tightly and enjoying the moment. He has become a close friend and he is the only one my eyes find first in any room. “Are you better?” I nod slowly. His question was simple, but somehow it was the answer for the anxiety in me to calm down. “We should head inside” His hand loosen around my waist and move down my wrist to hold on to my hands.

“Wait,” I pull back, pulling him into a hold. Our hands were holding on as he had made distance trying to pull me back inside. His eyes searched mine for any mistake he might have made but I shook my head to let him know it was nothing serious. I took a couple of steps not letting his hands fall. “I didn’t connect the dots until now,” A confused smile played on his lips. “Since I got out of bed I became a little paranoid,” My hands pull his pull to enterwind our fingers. “I felt eyes watching me. I felt someone always following close behind, hell even in bed I swore I saw a shadow walking by my window” I see his chest rise but unable to exhale. “Everytime in public you were there” My eyes fell against our hands. Slowly I pull them behind me. Still holding on, I pull us closer. “When I walked alone I turned around and in the crowd there you were” I looked up, a small smile playing on my lips. His eyes soften, unable to look at my eyes. “Tell me something Dimitri,” I remove one hand from his to pull his chin towards me. “Tell me you were the shadow,” Because if he wasn’t, then I would truly turn paranoid.

“Yes” So simple falling from his mouth but yet it meant a lot to me. He let out the breath he was holding and moved his hand to cradle my face. “I didn’t mean to worry you. I onl-”

“I’m okay,” I give him a reassuring smile. “It was a stupid idea to walk outside the walls close to sundown. I wasn’t thinking but I won’t do it again” A smile finally appeared on his face. I remember waking up on the medical bed with him, Lissa and Rose standing around me. After the girls left I got an earful on how stupid it was to do that. It was one thing to walk out with my guardian and another to walk out alone, both being a no in his books. I didn’t get a chance to tell him that so I had to make sure I appreciated his worry.

“Good,” His hand moved to the back of my neck as his lips placed a kiss on my forehead. “Let's get you inside” The moment lightened up so it gave me strength to pull gently on his hand taking a stance on not moving as he started to walk away. He turned around lifting his brow back at me. I wasn’t going to say another thing about him stalking me and almost making me sign up for the psychward, but there was another thing I had to get an answer too.

“Is this your watch?” He always has a long black jacket or any type of clothing covering his wrist. Now that I had been holding on to his hand I noticed he wasn’t wearing his watch. And remembering every detail I could of him, I knew it was his watch on my wrist. Who was the stalker now?

“Yes,” He removed his eyes from me for a quick second before clearing his throat and turning over to me again. “I knew you wouldn’t want to stay in that bed so we needed a way to know you were okay,” his watch had a feature where it tracked your vitals but also something else.

“Is that right?” I smirk, walking closer, swinging our arms together.

“Yeah, I’ve been giving the records to your doctors” He stood straighter, proud.

“What about the tracking? Is that something you give them too?” I thought I had the upper hand. His hands were becoming sweaty and his eyes flicker occasionally somewhere else. But when his hand moved to circle my back and pull me closer, when his other hand found the back of my head, or when his lips found mine, my mind lost it. My hands instantly found his hair and pulled him closer. He deepened the kiss, his lips moving with a gentle intensity. My lips parted, inviting him in. Our mouths danced together, the world around us melting away. Everything is fading into the background. Time stood still. My hands trailed down to grab onto his neck, unable to believe he was here. The kiss grew more passionate, our hearts pounding as one. Suddenly, Dimitri broke away, gasping for air. Hesmiled, his eyes never leaving mine.

“That's just for me” His hand moved to cradle my cheek. “When I can’t be there,” My lips curled into a smile. I was trying my darnest to not give into a full teeth smile that was currently threatening to come out. How happy the little girl in me was giving back flips and the butterflies were out of control. “Just in case you forget and walk outside those walls again,” He moves down, placing a simple yet gentle kiss on my lips. He pulls away but not far. His lips hovering over mine with an intriguing smile. “I will be there this time” I roll my eyes. Like I was a child who couldn’t be trusted to learn their lesson. I stomp my feet pulling back a bit.

“I promise I won’t make a stupid decision like that again” His hands pull my face closer to the position we were before.

“I know. But keep it on, for me?”

“Demanding things so soon?” I smirk. “I am not even your girlfriend” I go to remove his hands from my face but he pulls me back with some force. His stare would usually make a person squirm but me? It makes me want to tease him. I place a quick kiss on his lips and look back at his face to see if something changed. His eyes open again, giving me the same stare. My breath danced across his skin. Dimitri’s eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. Still, he said nothing. I pressed another quick, gentle kiss to his lips but he remained still. "You're so serious," I teased. Another quick kiss, this one lingering a fraction longer. A fourth kiss, softer still. His control snapped. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling her close. His lips claimed hers, deepening the kiss. This time, he didn't let go.My laughter melted into a sigh, my body sinking into his. His lips moved with a hunger that surprised me. Hands slid up his chest, fingers tracing the contours of his face. I felt his tension dissipate, replaced by a raw desire. Our mouths danced together, tongues entwining. The world narrowed to the sensation of their lips touching. His grip tightened, I felt his heart pounding against mine. My thoughts blurred, senses overwhelmed. I gasped for air as we pulled away.

“Will you-”

“Okay” I quickly respond with a stupid smile on my face. Dimitri’s smile was lopsided, his eyes burning. “We can go back now” Feeling the situation resolved I felt way better. I could dance the night away now.

"Not done yet," he whispered back. I look back confused but not for long as he swept me in for another kiss.

[mochipicchu776]

Rare one-shot I wrote for the FE Art Scuffle:>

Plenty of juicy Dimileth angst, sweeted with comfort and a little bit of spice, as a treat ✨️

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56376703

[nikiwordsrway2lng]

Dimitri stood next to Felix, waiting for the train. It started to get cold, something Dimitri wouldn't think would happen. The breeze hit Dimitri and he shivered. Felix looked over at Dimitri. His blue eyes look into Dimitri's brown ones. "Did you not bring a jacket?.." Felix asked, a small smile appearing on his face. "No, I didn't think it would start to get cold outside..." Dimitri mumbled as a response.

"Geez, do you not read the newspaper?"

"That thing is always wrong!"

"Like you, most days"

Dimitri glared at Felix for his teasing. Did Felix seriously believe that him suffering in the cold was funny? Dimitri rolled his eyes and looked away from Felix. Dimitri crossed his arms, trying to provide himself some warmth, as another breeze hit him.

Felix softly chuckled as he witnessed Dimitri's behavior. Felix took off his own coat and put his warm jacket on Dimitri. Felix smiles as Dimitri blushes and looks at Felix with wide eyes. "What?..." Dimitri asked. "You said you were cold. Did you not?" Felix nonchalantly replies.

Dimitri wanted to glare at Felix, but couldn't bring himself too. "I never said I was cold...." Dimitri mummers. "Well it sure did look like it. You really need to start being more aware of things, Dimitri." Felix scolded. "Felix, I don't need your jack-" Before Dimitri could finish, Felix had already put his hand on the Russian's mouth, silencing him.

"Hush! You do need a jacket. I don't want you freezing on me." Felix says as he removes his hand from Dimitri's mouth. Dimitri nodded and stepped closer to Felix until they were standing shoulder to shoulder. Dimitri lays his head on Felix's shoulder and closes his eyes. "Thank you..." he says softly. "Anytime" Felix responds.

@shortcakekisser it's not Dimiti x worm (inside joke) heh!!!!!

[hometownrockstar]

i dont really care anymore for those depictions of ships where theyre like, hopelessly pining clumsy oblivious idiots who stare at the other one all blushing like when in fanfics they go 'Oh. Oh.' You know what I'm talking about? Right now I'm either into where the line of platonic and romantic is super blurry and like both parties dont necessarily act super romantic with each other all the time but if they kissed it would feel totally natural n wouldnt feel like their relationship "changed" or anything. Or im into dynamics where theyre just so weird and crazy with one another in a bizarre psychosexual manner where theres these dynamics between the two but neither act weird or self aware of it like its all straightforward and the tension is palpable and youre watching it like. Well i dont know if this is romantic or sexual or what but it definitely IS something.

[fe-fictions]

Dimitri with a pregnant Byleth who's feeling super clingy 🥺 like, notices as soon as he gets up from bed, wants to cuddle with him even when they're seated for dinner, always clinging onto his arm when they walk 🥰 she just love husband...

(This was such a cute one!! I had to write it as quick as possible ;;;)

He was starting to notice a strange pattern in the days since you announced your pregnancy. You were still as quiet, calm and reserved as ever, but something notable had changed.

You did not seem capable of leaving his side. 

Dimtri would wake up before dawn, always careful not to rouse you since your day would always start a little later than his. But even in his stealthy attempts to ease from the bed, your arms would wrap around his waist and prevent him from moving any further.

“Must you go so early…?” You mumbled into his nightshirt, nuzzling into his back. Dimitri blushed, startled by the sudden onslaught of affection so early in the morning. But he nodded and smiled softly, covering your hands with his.

“I wish I could stay with you, Beloved. But I cannot; I must maintain my strict schedule, at least for today.”

“Can you alter it later so that you can spend a little more time with me?”

“Do you feel I spend an inadequate amount of time with you?” He paused, turning to look back at you when you slowly slipped away.

Your expression was unreadable, but if he didn’t know any better…there was a pout on you rlips.

“I…just want to spend more time with you.” You managed to mumble,. It took all of Dimitri’s will not to give in and stay right then and there.

“I shall make the neessary arrangements so that we can have more time togehter, than apart. I know we both have unforgiving schedules, but given the current circumstance, I’m sure we can convince our handlers to be a little generous.”

“I would like that,” You smiled up at him, taking Dimitri’s hands into yours. “Will you come back once you finish training?”

“I shall return just as you awaken, again.” He promised, “So please, rest easy. Your body needs it.” He kissed you then, soft and swe. He couldn’t help it; you were positively adorablke!

But sure enough, the cuteness wouldn’t end there.

No, ever since the pregnancy rstarted to become more and more visible, you were spending more and more time with him.

If Dimitri had a meeting, you were present. If he needed to be somewhere for some inane thing in the village, you would acaccompany despite Seteth’s many protests.

In the mess hall, your hand was squeezing his tightly below the table; and on your walks in the gardens and hte courtyard o the monastery, you were resting your head on his arm, your own wrapped tight around his bicep.

It seemed impossible for you to detach from your husband.

Dimitri wasn’t the only one who noticed, of course; the other Lions had started to see it, too. Sylvain was the first one brave enough to mention it, once the king escorted the Bishop-Queen from their counsel meeting for some much-needed bed rest.

“Soo…the Professor seems to be in a strange mood, lately.”

“Well, she’s starting to really show now, isn’t she? It must be the pregnancy that’s affecting her behavior.” Annette figured, watching as the happy couple continued on their diwb tge cirridor. ‘I know tha tpregnancy hormones can have a big impact on having a child. Maybe Byleth becoming more adorable is part of that!”

“Don’t you think it’s a little weird? I don’t think I’ve seen them so much as hold hands in the last two years.” Sylvain insisted. Mercedes simply shrugged, a warm smile on her lips.

“It might be any number of things. Pregnancy hormones have a notable impact on the body and mind; not to mention that she may feel insecure undergoing susch a serious life change. Can you imagine what it must feel like, to go from being an independent mercenary to the queen of a country, and archbishop of a continent. An dnow, she’s an expecting mother, too?”

“Well, when you put it like that…” Sylvain sighed, “No wonder she’s feeling a little clingy.”

“You’re just jealous she’s not snuggling with you.” Ingrid rolled her eyes, “Now enough chittering about the Professor. The least we can do is afford them some grace and respect while they navigate this….new dynamic.”

“So considerate of you, Ingrid,” Annette giggled, garnering a soft blush from the knight.

I the maentime, Dimitri was practically floating in the air, his arm was linked with yours, your head rested on his shoulder, and you were enjoying the sights and sounds of the monastery courtyard in the blissful glow of sunset.

It was like a dream.

“How are you feeling, BeloveD?” He asked in that gentle, warm voice that made you feel soft and safe.

You nodded, resting a hand on your baby bump.

“I feel a little bit hungry, but…I don’t want to move from this spot for a while. It’s beautiful.”

“Shall I go and fetch you something from the mess hall? You needn’t lt yourself be hungry just to satisfy stay in my company. I’d rather you feel full than otherwise while you’re still going through changes.”

“I’m only a little hungry.” You insisted, “Nothing to worry over. I just want to stay with you a while…then we can go eat.”

“Very well. If that is what you wish.” He kissed the top of your head, prompting you to snuggle closer to him. The slight chill in the air nipped at your noses. He draped his cape over your shoulders, drawing you into him as much as possible.

“Please tell me if it’s too cold. We will go inside right away.”

“And risk losing thi stime together? Not a chance.” You shoook your head, “If we go back inside, someone will snatch hyou away for some important thing. I want to stay here as long as possible.”

“You know…I can order them away if they’re truly too demanding of my time, dearest.” Dimitri offered, but you shook your head.

“No…because then it’d seem like you’re shirking your duties. Social convention is so exhausting.” You huffed, making him chuckle.

“Is that why you’ve been staying so close? To try and balance the expectation of being a prominent figure with wanting to be with me?”

“Perhaps. I just…miss you. I wish we could spend time like this together, always. Especially with the baby on the way.” you added, looking down at your belly.

Dimitri looked at you fully, finding the slightest pout on your lips.

“My love?”

“I just…I just want to be a husband and wife for a moment. A little family; no titles or expectations or…anybody else. Just us. Is that selfish?”

“I suppose when you consider our positions, it’s difficult to be selfish. I do not fault you for wishing to be a little indulgent right now.” 

You sighed heavily, “It’s going to get worse once the baby is here. We’ll have to divide our time even further, betwen our duties, each other, and the child.”

“We will make time.” He assured you, tightening the cape around you when another chill blew through the garden. 

“Are you sure? I don’t want to raise the baby without being present. My father was always there…I feel it would be wrong not to do the same for my child.”

“It will be a challenge.” He murmured, “And I worry I may not be as capable a parent as your father was. But it is a challenge we will face together…which I believe we will be able to overcome.”

“Really?” You looked up at him so hopefully, it made his heart skip a beat. He beamed at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Of course. I will have to convince some royal council members, and I’m sure the Prime Minister will have some thoughts on the matter.” Dimitri thought aloud, already anticipating Seteth’s displeasure at the thought of the Archbishop spending less time doing her duties.

“So long as we can spend as much time as possible with them…that’s what I want. I want to be with you.” 

His gaze softened at your quiet confession. You were so terribly lovely. How he was able to find his way into your heart would forever elude him.

He cupped your face tenderly, unabel to resist kissing you fully and sweetly.

“I wish to spend every second with you as well, Beloved. And once our child is born, I will feel the very same about them.”

“I’m glad.” You smiled, squeezing his hands when they fell from your cheeks. “Until then, will you…keep indulging me?” 

He laughed, drawing you back into his warm embrace. 

“I shall not leave your side until you cannot stand me any longer! I promise.” 

The two of you remained in the courtyard a while longer, wrapped in each other’s arms and relishing the soft moment as a precious memory.

At least until your stomach growled…then Dimitri gladly escorted you to the mess hall (where you held hands the entire time, much to the chagrin of Felix, who had to sit next to you).

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