#Dimitri Stories

[starres-stuff]

FFXIV Writes 2023 | Day 5 | Barbarous

TW: Death, Blood, Suicidal Ideation, Traumatic Experience, Survivors Guilt.

“He is lucky to have survived the attack. The wounds that were inflicted upon him were quite deep. I am still not quite certain how he lived.”

The voices murmured from the other room, and Dimitri was just conscious enough to comprehend what was being said as he drifted on a cloud of pain and some form of drug that he was given while the Medics and Chirurgeons worked to stop the bleeding.

“It was the most barbarous attack Ser.” A second voice said. “I have been out to see where it happened. I am still in shock that this was done by teenagers of our beloved Empire. I cannot fathom where they learned to be so savage.”

“The others that were with him? Did they survive? I did not see that in your report.” Dimitri could feel his stomach churn, there was a sickness there one had never felt before. Whether it was the potions he had been given or the words he was starting to understand it didn’t matter to him. The only thing that did matter was that something had happened, something he didn’t quite remember but he had been part of it.

“I did not want to go into details in the report Ser. I was saving that for the team cleaning the site. It was quite difficult to take in all of it, there was so much blood. We are not quite certain how many were involved or if the boy we saw running was one of the teenagers involved. What we do know is their camp had been completely looted of everything they had with them. If it wasn’t nailed down it is gone now. We are going to need to place guards around the perimeter from here on out. I doubt they will come back, but just in case. We cannot have this happen again.” There was a clear of the man’s throat, it was obvious to Dimitri even in his haze that he was struggling to talk about all he had seen, likely not Garlean or one that had a weak stomach since he recoiled from describing the scene of whatever it was they spoke of.

“This is quite the mess.” a woman said, She sounded like she had an Ishgardian accent from what Dimitri could tell, it didn’t sound like Lucia Junius but this voice still carried an air of importance to it. “Has anyone reached out to the Forum contact yet? I doubt that the Sharlayans are going to be thrilled to hear about the death of three of their envoy members and a fourth lying in recovery. What about the others that came with them? Have we checked in on them and offered them comfort? These are people's friends and family gentlemen. I know emotions run shallow here in Garlemald but they do not on the rest of the Twelve forsaken Star.”

“Death” the word hit Dimitri and he felt himself reel. Before he knew it he had turned his head and the sound of retching was heard throughout the building and it didn’t stop until he felt like every organ in his body had passed through his mouth onto the cold and snowy floor. It was all there then Saewara’s screams, Zehex’s shouts, the clattering of steel, and Azane’s vacant eyes looking up at him as he tried to fight off Lucas’s friends. He could even feel the blades as they sliced through skin and muscle, the heat of the blood that poured from the ones on his lower back. Then there was blackness, and in the distance the sounds of voices talking about making an example of Weland so the outsiders knew who was in control. This was an attack of malice, of pure hatred and there was no other explanation. The hardest part for Dimitri as he began to lose consciousness again was the knowledge that his friends were gone, and it was because of him that they had died to begin with.

The Sharlyan had no idea how long he had been out when his eyes finally opened again, and there at the end of the bed as the blurriness cleared was his Father in heavy Forum Robes standing vigil over his bed. “Water.” It was the only word he could think of at first, his mouth was dry and his tongue felt like sandpaper on top of it.

“Medic, he is awake.” Leopold called out to whomever was listening, there was compassion on his face as he glanced back to Dimitri “They will be here with it soon. You have been asleep for the better part of four days. We almost lost you, and infection had started to set in. They believe the knife or dagger you were stabbed with was either rusted or exposed to something that made it toxic to your system. The Alchemists were able to produce an adequate cure for the malady but you will need to take the potion for a sennight or two. The wound will heal, and we are allowed to take you back to Old Sharlayan as soon as you feel well enough to travel.”

By the time Leopold finished speaking, the Medic had entered the room with a canteen of water for him to drink from. “Here you are, slow sips, please do not gulp from this.” The man said, he too was an Elezen with an Ishgardian accent, Dimitri noted and somewhere in his mind he found it interesting that none of the Garleans were here to receive him when he awoke. A near casualty of their own people.

“I wish I wouldn’t have,” Dimitri said in a hoarse voice, his head lifting to receive the first sips of water he remembered having in what felt like forever to him, small beads of it even slid down the slide of his mouth on to the gown that he wore leaving a wet spot. “I already know they are gone, I heard it when I was awake the last time.” The Medic frowned, but then so did Leopold. “It should have been me, not them. I am the one that put them in danger.” He stopped again to take a few more sips of water, his throat was sore which made talking harder than he expected, and he had this feeling of guilt washing over him.

“You have been through something very traumatic Dimitri, something not of our culture or our way of life. When we get you back to Old Sharlayan we will find you someone to talk with about your feelings.” Leave it to Leopold to pass something this important off to someone else. He had a knack for being there for everyone else except when his own family needed him and this moment only proved that more as the older Elezen shifted from foot to foot careful not to disturb anything about his stately appearance.

“Talking will not bring them back Father.” The emotions were rising in him, and the sick feeling began to grip his stomach as he talked. “I trust the boy, Lucas, was his name. He had stayed with us for weeks! I thought he was.” his voice trailed off and he shook his head looking towards the healer for a few more sips of water which he was provided quickly.

“You behaved like a diplomat and a Sharlayan, Dimitri. You took in a boy you saw struggling and you put your faith in him. This is what life is made of Son. It is trial and error. You did not know that he would cause all of this, you believed him to be in need of your help and a kind soul. You are not at fault for that.” Leopold was stern in his words, ever the Forum member and leader that he was known to be.

“They knew Father. Zehex, Weland, and even Saewara did not trust him. We were barely speaking because of the fact I let him stay with us and I did it for Azane. She thought he was just a young man affected by all that had happened here. I chose her side over theirs. I made the choice to off him Sanctuary. They are dead, Father, because I could not resist the puppy dog eyes that Azane gave me when she asked me for help.” Dimitri’s voice had grown so loud by the end that others were looking in the door to his makeshift room and the Healer beside him had placed his hand on his shoulder to keep him in place.

“Ser, your wounds. I need you to lie still so you do not tear the stitches. You may be out of danger, but torn stitches never bode well. You could end up bleeding out.” Dimitri found himself gazing towards the healer, and despite his desire to yell something the man’s eyes settled him back onto his bed, though he looked like he could jump from it at any moment.

“I could care less if I bleed out.” He murmured, likely loud enough that only the healer could have heard him. “I have lost everything dear to me out of my own foolishness. Just leave me here, both of you, let me die and join them. I have no purpose left on this Star. Not without them.”

Leopold had begun to speak again, but the Healer raised his hand and shook his head “When you feel stronger Ser, they would like to take a statement from you of what happened, at least how you remembered it. I will pass along the name Lucas, though I am certain that is a rather common name in this shit hole of a place.” Then he left, the swish of healer robes announcing his exit and right behind him he heard Leopold’s heavy footsteps as well. As soon as Dimitri knew he was alone, he finally lost it. His beautiful sea-green eyes filled with tears that slid down his face.

[dvrtrblhr]

dance

missing scene from my fic golden dawn this time! dimitri helps his boyfriend practice for the white heron cup.

[kiaraalazulu]

just finished the blue lions route, I love this guy

inspired by this shirt I saw the other day:

[dimilethoe]

this meme was made for them

[xenonsdoodles]

[baoxie]

you ache and tug. you rip my skin

[isan0rt]

You know, when you consider Azure Moon as a self-contained narrative, the use of ‘unanswered questions’ and ambiguity as a reinforcement of the themes of the route are really effective. I honestly think having the route not address the Slithers was the best narrative choice IntSys could possibly have made given the themes of Azure Moon.

Like. The developers didn’t really expect people to actually play all the routes; they designed the game so ‘everyone would have a different experience.’ As a result, all the routes have very different themes and scopes. Azure Moon is the tightest, most character-driven narrative despite not being the shortest route.

And Azure Moon is about grief.

Grief hangs over the entire route; except for Mercedes, every single one of the Blue Lions is haunted by the Tragedy of Duscur and the unanswered questions surrounding it. Felix loses his brother directly, and his worldview and best friend to the aftermath. Ingrid loses her fiance, but also her sense of security; without Glenn, her people may starve, and her personal future is now uncertain. Sylvain and Glenn were the same age, so we can assume they were friends, though his loss is less direct; Sylvain is surrounded by people broken by loss, including his own father. Annette’s father leaves her family in disgrace over being unable to stop the tragedy. Ashe loses his foster brother to the aftermath; and later his foster father as well. 

Dimitri and Dedue lose everything.

All of them spend the whole route wanting to find answers and some kind of closure for this event. It drives the entire narrative for all of the Lions actually from Faerghus. Mercedes, meanwhile, stands as an outside observer to that tragedy - but she is also dealing with her own personal tragedy and unanswered questions about her brother, and that drives her during Azure Moon.

And the thing about grief is that sometimes you never get closure. But you still have to move on, anyway.

That’s the whole point of Azure Moon. Dimitri has to move on. All the Lions have to move on. 

Mercedes cannot regain her brother, whether you find out his identity or not in the route. She has to move on anyway. Dimitri cannot reconcile with his family, not with Rufus (Did Dimitri kill him? We the viewer can never really know for sure) and not with Edelgard. He never finds out whether Patricia wanted to kill his father, or whether she loved Dimitri at all (and we the viewer don’t, either). He has to move on anyway. The Lions never find out the cause of the tragedy.

They have to move on anyway.

Involving the Slithers at that point would not only add a bunch of last-minute narrative complications that aren’t necessary in Azure Moon, it would undermine the emotional impact of the route (in much the same way the last map of Verdant Wind does, honestly). The themes of Azure Moon not only don’t need to answer the question of the Slithers; not answering that question is the point. Bringing up the Slithers at that point would take all the air out of the personal drama the route takes its entire runtime addressing.

Dimitri hesitates at the end. He stops, and tries to look back, and Byleth stops him. He has to move on. He can’t keep looking back at Duscur. He’s got to walk forward. 

And that means leaving his questions unanswered. 

[badly-drawn-bbu]

Dimitri Goes To A Restaurant: an Epic Collab by Admin Buck and Admin Maah

[alexxmason]

Dimitri Petrenko was a hero, he deserved a hero's death.

Call of Duty: World at War || Call of Duty: Black Ops

[oneshotprincess]

people are always making superbat sound of music aus and they're all great but i think a batcat one would be so funny

like a selina kyle who applies for the post with the plan of seducing billionaire bruce wayne, finding out his secrets, and then making off with his fortune, only to have to deal with 6 of the Worst Children Ever

[bastart13]

I might have controversial opinions on the "Faerghus Four." Mostly that it doesn't exist, and at worst, it exists to exclude Dedue.

Yes, Dimitri, Ingrid, Sylvain, and Felix grew up together, but that was as children. While that history is significant to their relationships, it ignores everything after. With the tragedy of Duscur, Dimitri and Dedue became inseparable while Felix was sickened by them, Ingrid couldn't overlook Dedue's connection to the tragedy, and Sylvain's apathy grew.

Past the age of ~15, you can't ignore how Dedue and the tragedy affects their relationships. I don't see just the four of them as a friend group, especially not without him because he's so important to Dimitri and the themes of Faerghus.

[starres-stuff]

FFXIV Writes 2023 | Day 4 | Off the Hook

TW: Language, Hints at Fighting/Violence

“Dimitri, Dimitri!!” A groan slipped from the lips of the Elezen who tried for all he was worth to ignore the frantic sounds of voices screaming outside the rickety building the Sharlyan Envoy had called home for a sennight now. He had been up most of the night listening to the dogs barking in the distance and contending with teeth that would not stop chattering. It had been his own fault, in truth, he had given away his warmer blankets to both Azane and Saewara when they complained of being cold, still.

“Dimitri, we caught a thief!” Now his eyes were open, and the first thing he saw was his breath as it appeared in the air before him, and the dry skin that had developed all over his hands. It was also other places, but his hands were the most noticeable. The damn cold was affecting all of them and in the most unbecoming ways. Weland had become depressed, Zehex had lost his patience and he was finding himself more and more angry by the day, even after all the training he had in his youth he was finding it harder to stay calm than ever.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He yelled back as he tossed back the thinner blankets that had covered him to reveal the heavy fury jacket still wrapped around his frame. “Can we have one fucking day without someone else’s bullshit around here!” He wanted to punch something, he could feel the flex in his arm and his jaw. The lack of his morning training regime and the late nights with the workout bag had only made matters worse for him. That delicate balance he needed between order and chaos swiftly slipped away from him.

It took him only a few moments to slip on his fur-lined boots and in two or three steps he moved across the floor towards the door which he slammed open, the bright white snow practically blinding him as it collided with the sunbeams that streamed down onto it. “Alright, I’m up. Where is the bastard who decided to try and rob us.” Quickly he pulled on his gloves, and moved a hand to shield his eyes, and not long after one boot finally pressed down into the snow which crunched and crackled under his weight followed by the other.

“His name is Lucas,” Azane was at his side first “He is barely fourteen or fifteen. He looks like he hasn’t eaten in days. Weland and Zehex want to turn him into command, and Saewara thinks we should as well. Please stop them, he didn’t do anything wrong, he was just trying to find food and we have plenty.” Dimitri found himself looking towards her, her beautiful golden-brown eyes made him feel weak right in the very pit of his stomach. She knew exactly how to play him, get him to do her bidding and he couldn’t resist. He should have, and he knew it, but to make matters worse she bit her lower lip right near the corner, and it brought back such memories that his heart skipped a beat.

“Please Dimitri, they will listen to you. I know they will! They value your advice. He is just a boy. He likely lost his family.” Azane whined softly “For me?” This was where Dimitri should have told her to fuck off, time after time in their lives it had come to this, and right after she would skip away giggling to her latest crush or her newest boyfriend forgetting he was alive or had feelings.

“Fine” The word slipped from his lips and as soon as it did he cringed slightly, if she asked he would pass it off as a sudden chill from the cold, but she didn’t, and off she went to stand at Weland’s side like she never left a satisfied look on her face as she slipped her hand into the much taller Elezen’s, squeezing it affectionately. Dimitri felt his jaw clench and his eyes close for a moment, any other time he would have likely even shed a tear but he was far too concerned with his eyelashes freezing this time and thus nothing formed.

“So I hear our perpetrator is named Lucas then?” Confidently he moved towards his friends, his hands behind his back and fingers interwoven to keep himself from doing anything irrational and once he reached them he looked over the top of his already frosted glasses at the young Garlean that sat on the ground between them. “Well first off let’s get this young man on his feet. Get a good look at him.” What Dimitri was really thinking was that no one, not even a juvenile thief deserved to be sitting that close to the snow unless they wanted to.

“We are going to take him up to the Commander’s barracks.” Zehex growled “Bastard was helping himself to our stores, and that bag of his shows he’s helped himself to others as well. Can’t have that kind of behavior around here or we will all be cold and hungry before long.”

“He could have just asked for food.” Weland grumped, pulling Azane closer into his body to keep her warm. She wasn’t paying a bit of attention to the dark-haired Sharlayan, she was too busy watching Dimitri to make sure that he would make good on his word.

“Now hold on” The redhead’s hand went up and into the circle of his friends he went, holding out his other hand towards the one named Lucas “I want to hear what the boy has to say for himself.” He watched carefully as Lucas took his hand and rose to his feet. Even at his age, he wasn’t much shorter than Dimitri. His skin was pale, his hair platinum blonde, and his eyes a bright ice blue. There were a fair bit of freckles across the bridge of his nose and his clothes were obviously not his. In fact, they appeared to be Garlean, which the soldiers often wore on patrol but they were far baggier than they would have been if Lucas had been enlisted.

“It wasn’t my fault! They made me do it.” The boy protested, his eyes shifting between each face. “Sneak into the camp Lucas, We will let you live if you do. They are a g-gang!! Bullies they are. They wanted me to do their stealing for them! H-here you can have everything back. I don’t want it! I can get my own food from hunting.” Dimitri found his brows pinching together, his face clouding and his throat knotting at the turmoil Lucas had been through. He knew all too well what it was like to be bullied and pushed around. He had endured it most of his younger years since he wasn’t Sharlayan born.

“Ha! Likely story: do you think we were born yesterday?” Zehex shouted at the boy causing him to move closer to Dimitri “I mean it! I was forced to do it.” Pulling up his jacket Lucas showed off his all-too-shallow stomach, he wasn’t eating, and Dimitri didn’t even have to look towards Saewara who specialized in medicine to figure that out. His eyes were well-trained to recognize malnutrition from his own work. The other thing Dimitri noticed right away was the bruises all over Lucas’s sides as if he had been in a fight and someone kicked him with a boot. Something else Dimitri was familiar with when it came to how kids treated other kids.

“Enough” Dimitri barked at Zehex “You are all entitled to your opinion, but from these bruises, he was in fact in a fight.” He motioned for his friends to look over Lucas for themselves if they must, but there was already a look in his eyes that would inform each of them he was not looking to compromise at this point.

“Oh come on Jienuex you cannot tell me you are just going to let him off the hook. Who knows how long he has been sneaking in here to get food.” This time it was Weland, who spoke up, a finger pointing towards the bruises “He could have slipped on ice and rolled down a hill and hit a fucking tree. Sae talk some sense into him.”

“He’s right.” Saewara sighed as she stepped forward, She had seen enough bruises from fights, and looking at Lucas now she could see where the curve of the front of a boot had in fact been driven into his ribs more than once. “Those aren’t from a fall, those are from a fight.” She started to fidget then, her toe scuffing at the snow beneath it and her lip was sucked into between her teeth.

“That settles it then. He has been in danger, where are your parents Lucas?” Dimitri asked as he rested his hands on the young Garleans’s shoulders protectively “Are you staying nearby with them?”

“N-no Ser. They are gone.” The boy's eyes suddenly filled with tears. “First my Mother was dragged off by them, and then my Father. I couldn’t help them Ser, I couldn’t get through the mob of what you all called Tempered. I hid in the house until it got quiet enough and then I ran. That is when the gang caught up with me!”

An orphan, this tugged even harder at Dimitri’s heartstrings. “Yes, I am going to just let him off the hook. We will take him inside. See if we can find him some better-fitting clothes and get him something warm to eat.”

“He is your responsibility then Jienuex” Weland’s face was bright red and angry, but nothing was worse than Zehex’s spitting at his feet as he stormed by “Don’t come crying to me if he ties you up and robs you blind. Fucking Garleans, how the fuck can you trust him.”

The last face he saw as his friend retreated were the eyes of Saewara who looked disappointed in him, her head shaking at him. “If he needs medical care, take him up front. Don’t look for me.” and off she went at a quick step before she changed her mind.

“I am sorry to get you in trouble with your friend Ser,” Lucas said quietly, flinching at the pain in his ribs. “I didn’t mean to cause trouble, I just didn’t want to get beat up again when I came back empty-handed.”

“Oh don’t worry they will come around. Let’s get you inside hmm?”

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

It's fascinating to me that Dimitri only becomes visibly disabled in the one route where he's a good guy. Usually you have "evil" characters with prominent disabilities and "good" characters who are able-bodied, but the only route where Dimitri loses an eye is the one where he's meant to be the hero.

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[finnicksghost]

dimitri and felix in fire emblem: three houses [azure moon] / boot theory by richard siken

[thisrobinisred]

Again and Again

I’m not too keen on how this turned out but oh well! Anyways I love dimitri.

[dvrtrblhr]

Stop your art is soooo good T_T!! And Claude's kid is adorable T__T 💕💕💕

thank you! his name is farid and his temperament is completely opposite from claude - he's very serious, somewhat shy and his most prized emotion is rage lol. because of that, they fight a lot (farid fights with his dad while his dad laughs it off). he's a bit of a tsundere in the sense that he does admire his dad a lot but find it hard to express it. it doesn't help that claude teases him mercilessly most of the time.

i don't know if this would bother other claude fans, but i write him as a somewhat lacking father. he's absent a lot (works too much, travels way too much) and is usually torn between sheltering farid and being too frank to the point of hurting his feelings. he's very affectionate, but it falls flat for farid because claude doesn't show him real vulnerability like... ever.

i have a really huge comic that's a prequel for the actual fic andd pretty much details how claude fell in love with dimitri over the years. it has some scenes with farid. let me share with you: