#blufayth

[regancrested]

@blufayth​ asked:  kisses the back of claude's neck while they are still in bed.

 the  luxury  of  a  peaceful  morning  is  not  something  that  is  often  granted.  by  now  he  would  usually  find  himself  up  and  about  and  usually,  not  by  choice.  he  never  really  complained  about  it  save  from  the  moments  where  he  mutter  something  not  having  slept  well.  now  he  (in)voluntarily  finds  himself  being  locked  in  two  strong  arms.  claude  does  not  have  it  in  him  to  awaken  dimitri  from  his  slumber  (  though  even  if  he  were  to  try  he  would  not  be  able  to  get  out  of  dimitri’s  grasp  ).    

 surrendering  himself  to  his  fate  he  had  managed  to  roll  around  so  he  would  be  resting  on  his  side,  his  back  facing  the  blond.  there  is  something  about  this  tranquil  moment  that  gets  him  to  think.  how  safe  this  feels  in  more  ways  than  one.  here  he  is  no  leader  of  the  alliance  or  future  king.  here  he  is  just  claude.  it  is  perhaps  some  silly  thinking,  but  he  always  imagined  these  type  of  things  to  be  unreachable  for  him.  that  he  too  could  have  this.  

 a  hand  is  placed  on  top  of  dimitri’s  as  a  smile  tugs  at  the  corner  of  his  lips  before  they  part  as  his  neck  is  being  attacked.  he  squirms  as  the  blond  is  merciless  in  his  attack  :  but  you  certainly  will  not  hear  him  complaining.     ❝      well  good  morning  to  you  too.      ❞     he  says  whilst  finally  managing  to  break  free.  now  facing  his  lover.  

     ❝      since  when  have  you  become  some  cheeky,  attacking  me  when  i  am  all  defenseless ?      ❞     the  archer  teases  as  he  places  both  hands  on  their  cheek,  holding  his  face  still  while  throwing  one  leg  over  the  other’s  to  keep  him  there.     ❝      i  suppose  i  should  get  some  revenge  ...  i  cannot  let  have  you  all  of  the  fun.      ❞     a  promise  as  he  begins  to  pepper  the  other’s  face  with  kisses.  

surely  whatever  they  still  needed  to  do  that  day  could  wait.  

[fralduke]

❛  their rambling gave me a headache.  ❜  a shield, he shall be for the king. as foretold in history, fraldarius and blaiddyd, shield and sword of faerghus. tales that were scoffed at years ago had become reality as he is now standing abreast the other, just after a rather long and very diplomatic meeting. days such as these proved felix held no political understanding beyond what little was passed on to him from observing his father and uncle. had dimitri not been there, the worst would have happened : tantrums among the nobles and felix, himself. he sighs, shoulder brushing gently against the other as he walked daringly close to him. ❛  i’m not sitting in on the next meeting, dimitri.  ❜  /  @blufayth​​

[enlighth]

@blufayth liked for a starter!

        “ ---- will you not speak with me ? ”   five years.  five whole years ...  it was still hard to believe, and yet how could they not accept it?   everyone was older & changed.  yet dimitri seems to have fallen the hardest out of them all.  it felt like only yesterday that they were all back ath the academy to byleth . . . yet everyone else . . .  well, no use in dwelling on it.   it was best to deal with what was in front of them now, and in this case, it was dimitri. 

[mercedist]

   -- && @blufayth

   “ DIMITRI, just the person I was looking for.” Mercedes smiled widely as she greeted the crown prince. She had just spent a good amount of time looking for the other, so once she’d spotted him Mercedes didn’t hesitate to approach. “I think I may have found some sewing needles that you can handle.”

[lostchevalier]

NAME! ♡  lunar PRONOUNS! ♡     she/her. ZODIAC SIGN! ♡   libra TAKEN OR SINGLE! ♡   single

———  THREE  FACTS! ♡

1! ♡    I have always been hesitant on mentioning this fact about myself, but I have a form of Autism known as Asperger’s Syndrome. I had heard that most of the people of the RPC usually harass or look down upon others like myself, but I want to have the courage to admit this part of myself. If I want to accept what makes me who I am, I must be willing to share it with others.

2! ♡     I absolutely enjoy writing, drawing, singing and playing video games!

3! ♡    I have a long-haired female tuxedo cat named Luna and she’s my whole world!!

———  EXPERIENCE! ♡

PLATFORMS USED! ♡     Oh, goodness! Before I started on Tumblr (which was April of this year), I roleplayed on yahoo messenger, email, forums, and discord. I’ve been writing since I was 12-13 years old, which gives me a bit of experience!

———  MUSE  PREFERENCE! ♡

GENDER! ♡     I’ve always been used to writing female muses. I have tried playing male muses in the past, both OC and Canon, but it’s honestly not my strong suit. Playing a female muse makes me more comfortable and it’s much easier.

LEAST FAVOURITE FACE(S)! ♡  I honestly don’t have any disliked faces? I like using both IRL and Anime faces, and I haven’t really considered having a face that I hate or dislike. I’m not all that picky. ^^;

MULTI OR SINGLE! ♡    I honestly prefer making single muse blogs. I’ve never made a multi-muse blog, and I’m not sure if I ever will.

FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡   I love all three! Considering that I’m 25+ in age, I am more than willing to write smut! However, I refuse to write it with minors. I’m all for angst and fluff; mainly fluff, because I want my characters to be happy.

PLOT / MEMES! ♡    I love both!! Send them my way; they are more than welcome!

tagged by: @blufayth tagging: anyone !

[regancrested]

unprompted / always accepting / @blufayth​

On the battlefield, Dimitri rode his horse to the tree where Claude was perched at, firing his arrows and was beginning to increasingly become surrounded by enemies. He took his lance out and made quick work of them as fast as he could. Once they were all dispatched at last, he stopped his horse beneath where Claude is positioned and held out his arms for Claude to jump into.

missions to remove bandits from terrorizing local residents has become a regular thing at this point; claude’s class was well prepared or so they thought. turns out the bandits prepared just in case the church would send out soldiers to deal with them. unwilling to give up on their territory. their class, the golden deer house had been ambushed and been forced to retreat to the woods but not before sending a messenger to call for aid. there are far too many bandits for just one class to handle.

the ones that would come to their aid would be the blue lions, but the golden deer wasn’t aware of that just yet. gritting his teeth, claude takes another arrow from his quiver. ‘ just where are all these bandits coming from? ‘ shooting down another the house leader looks around. so far there have been no sightings of his other classmates though he is unsure if it is a good thing or not. all he can hope is that they got to safety and that he too can get away just in time.

perched against a tree he reaches for another arrow as more bandits come rushing at him, wanting to prepare another arrow but only grasps thin air. he has run out of arrows to defend himself. with his leg being injured as it is, he has no change in outrunning the bandits either. the house leader tries to think quickly in an attempt to get out of the mess he has found himself into but so far his chances of survival are running slim, that was until a certain person would come to his aid.

     ‘  well if it isn’t my knight in shining armor, ’ he teases after dimitri has made short work of the remaining bandits. approaching and his horse while gazing up, watching how dimitri holds out his arms to him. there is no way the other would let him die. pained expression soon fading as claude finds himself smiling from ear to ear upon seeing the blond’s reaction at his earlier comment. ‘  have i mentioned how glad i am to see you? ’

[fralduke]

feli ♡♡♡♡♡

[lostchevalier]

Self-Knowledge Questionnaire

tagged by: stolen from @odileie tagging: @kralnec @blufayth @cretvil @goldguile @angeliicascent & anyone else who wants to do this!

INDEPENDENCE

You don’t set out to be different for its own sake; you are more easily guided by what interests and moves you. You are more concerned about what is right for you than about the pressure to fit in. In sex, you are more aware than others of impulses which are not entirely conventional. You know the value of selective irresponsibility, of forgetting occasionally about being ‘good’.

SHYNESS

Part of you is gripped by the fear that you’ll launch into something and completely mess it up. The upside of this is wise caution: people are indeed often too rash, whereas you know, by instinct, that holding back can save you. Probably, you feel shame and self-disgust a bit too much. But when you do feel in your element, you act with a sense of wisdom and sensitivity never found in people with thicker skins.

ORDERLINESS

You love it when everything is neat and tidy: when there is a proper way of doing things, and you can tick things off the to-do list and know where everything is. So others, at times, are to you unbearably sloppy and messy. And you run into things that can’t be ordered (a child, a partner, a colleague at work) which drives you slightly nuts. But your desire for order is a good one when it is focussed where it is needed and when you’re okay with a bit of mess.

[regancrested]

    @blufayth​    /     starter call

     ‘ don’t worry about it i was just early, ’ he tries to reassure by pretending like he hasn’t been standing at the entrance of the aquarium they promised they would meet at for quite a while now. not that he minded it as much since today is supposed to be special since he finally asked dimitri out on a date and nothing would be able to ruin that.

[regancrested]

the familiar delicate smile causes his own to surface. it has become a smile he has grown familiar with, something that at times feels like it is only reserved for him. but he is the same, when was the last time he found himself smiling in the presence of another? a smile that hasn’t be practiced to deceive others but one of genuine joy. when he joined the academy he didn’t expect to be finding himself in the presence of another so often let alone be asking for a dance during a ball; life works in mysterious ways.

even so his smile has yet to leave him even when dimitri tells him there is a promise he cannot keep. eyes widening ever so slightly in surprise at the comment itself and how unlike dimitri it is, but his smile does not waver because of it. he would recognize that line to be sylvain’s any day, but perhaps he should thank the red haired for being a perfectly bad influence on the blond at times. ‘  so i already have swept you off your feet ?  ’ he questions a glint of amusement in his eyes.  ‘  that is good to know.  ’

his hand find the other’s,  ‘  you can make it up to me next time. ’  huh. next time? only now he realizes what he just said; assuming that there would be a next time like that. for once he is grateful that his back was already turned.

the dance itself goes fortunately better than expected. it has taken a great deal to get used to the dances of nobles in fodlan as it is very different from the types of dances he is used to. but he is lucky that dimitri is a good dance partner to have. so good that claude has yet to gaze down to make certain he wasn’t standing on his feet. their movements come so naturally, finding rhythm with ease. ‘ perhaps these dances are not so bad after all  ‘ he cannot help but think.

it was in that moment that claude forgot about the past and the future ahead of him, solely focusing on the present and the dance between them. 

however his own thoughts are lost on him when he hears him call his name with a sweetness he has never heard before in his life. if he hadn’t been so used to keeping up a mask, it might have slipped there. 

it’s that very sweetness that makes him gaze down for the first time expecting dimitri to comment that he must have stepped on his feet, but the comment never came and instead he is met with a question he never expected to get. he blinks several times. ‘  you want me to visit faerghus with you? ’  he repeats after him, only now realizing that the music has stopped but fortunately no one appears to have heard the question but the other. however before he can respond the next song begins and the two find themselves moving to the side, away from the dance floor. ‘  come ’ the house leader says, still holding onto dimitri’s hand as he guides him outside. 

the soft breeze brushing past his face is a welcoming thing, only now realizing how warm it was inside (or was it something else?). ‘  i -- ’ he begins only now realizing what is asked of him. claude never had any stability in his life, even his life in fodlan is uncertain. for how long will he manage to stay duke before another duke comes to dethrone him? he is far too focused on his dreams for the future to be making promises like these but is he not allowed a bit of happiness as well? 

his gaze finally meet those blue hues again, drawing a smile from him that he at first believed he had lost  ‘  yes i will go to faerghus with you. ’  a pause,  ‘  but only if you come with me too. ’ and he understands the confusion, he really does.  ‘  no not the leicester alliance, somewhere else. ’  but what else other than the place he should call his home?  ‘  it’s a secret. ’  a cheeky smirk spreads across his face, ‘  after all you’re dragging me to this really really cold place so i am allowed to have this one secret am i not? ’  he says giving his best pleading face, followed by a laugh soon after. 

finding comfort in the other’s present and the cool air, claude leans slightly against him,  ‘  say when we get to faerghus you’re not dragging me to go swimming are you ?  ’  a shiver running down his spine at the mere thought of it  ‘  because i’m absolutely refusing to !  ’ what follows next is something he could have sworn to be a laugh and at that moment, just for a brief second claude felt as if it wasn’t so bad after all. 

continued from here @blufayth​

[fralduke]

>:( *STEPS ON /YOUR/ FOOT*

OH YEAH???? STEPS ON YO U R FOOT 

[fralduke]

❛  do not look at me like that ------ i said no. absolutely not. ❜  a sort of child - like sadness washes over the other’s face, the kind that brought back memories of halcyon days of their past. the other’s expression mimicked that of his younger self : sparring lessons that resulted in a loss for the prince ------ the small frown he wore with puffed, reddened cheeks. it was torment for felix to see that very same look ‘pon his face now. though, isn’t this whole ordeal enough punishment? wasn’t witnessing this swarm of students suffocating one another with their desperation to dance with the blue lion’s leader enough?   ❛  is there truly no one else you can dance with? i’d much rather swing a blade.  ❜   /  @blufayth​ liked this !

[regancrested]

why is it that when ur ass gets licked, it tingles like a tiny thoron spell                                                                      - – @blufayth​ , dimitri are you ok? 

a forceful cough soon follows as dimitri ushers that one sentence without blinking. it isn’t the content of the sentence itself (or well maybe half of it) that caused him to almost choke in his drink, it’s the place where the blond decided to say it.  ‘ that’s ... a descriptive way of putting it.  ’  for lack of better words. at this point claude is grateful for the fact that majority of the people inside the room cannot understand him save for a translator or two but they don’t appear to be in ear reach. the last thing he needs is people to know what he does in his spare time --- even though they most likely already know.

taking a step forward he curls his fingers over dimitri’s taking a hold of his wine glass.  ‘ i think you’ve had enough for one night.  ’ a pause,  ‘ the party is about to end soon anyways so why don’t you go on ahead? ’ claude suggests before the corner of his lips curve into a smirk,  ‘ and perhaps you can describe those thoron spells in more detail to me --- i would love to hear it.  ’   

[fralduke]

❛  that’s two out of three. looks like i won.  ❜  he says. their training session ends with exhaustion creeping along strained muscles; his words coming out in large huffs while his chest heaves. features reddened from their bout, sweat dripping along his brows, but nothing quite caught his attention like the twisting of his stomach. for there would come a time when these practice battles would end. the thought makes his heart beat just a bit harder, but he’ll blame the excessive exercise he’s just endured before he blames anything else.  

to the man who had been pinned to the ground by felix’s wooden training sword, an arm stretches forward, offering the other to reach for his hand. ❛  you look ridiculous. come on, get up.  ❜    /   @blufayth

[regancrested]

so i may have caved a little and commissioned this lovely piece from @ Iightred on twitter 

please don’t reblog this, unless you’re @blufayth

[regancrested]

He signs on the form, [Mitya vonRiegan].                                                                               - – @blufayth​ ​, always accepting.

only a brief conversation had taken place between them regarding who would take the other’s name. claude had no objections when it would come to taking dimitri’s name but dimitri was right when he said that it would make more sense for him to take claude’s name instead. after all the former prince of faerghus had cast his name aside, there was no point holding onto that name any longer.  ‘ and here i was hoping i could call myself claude blaiddyd - von riegan ’  he jested leaning his head backwards only for him to meet dimitri’s softened gaze, ‘ you could still call yourself that. ‘  just not in public, for as much as fodlan is concerned, dimitri  alexandre  blaiddyd is dead. 

with the blond strands of hair brushing against his face, claudesimply raises both hands and wraps them around dimitri’s neck while leaning in to claim a kiss; their conversation never having a proper conclusion.

it has been roughly three weeks since they got married and claude finds himself staring at the wedding ring around his finger. observing how the material reflects the sunlight that creeps through the window stills. his gaze only leaving his ring when he hears a servant asking permission to enter the room before doing so. ‘ a letter forreng your highness ‘ they say handing the king the letter. claude opens it and reads it over, the contents itself does not surprise him. it’s a mutually beneficial arrangement that exists between the two countries. while they not have allianced themselves officially, trade routes are flourishing. aid comes in exchange for favours, a deal that has been made ever since dimitri revealed himself to be still alive. 

but no, it is not the content of the letter that makes his eyes widen in surprise. it’s the name at the end of the letter that makes him look like he saw a ghost. he removes his thumb from the name and allow himself to repeat it, ‘ mitya von riegan. ‘ 

the servant must have noticed claude’s gaze and hesitantly inquired,  ‘ your highness ...?  ‘ a pause,  ‘ should i call for your advisor? ‘ worried that the letter itself may contain bad news. but their worries were quickly taken away by claude shaking his head no.  ‘ no need --- was there something else ? ‘ there wasn’t and thus with a quick bow the servants leaves claude and his thoughts alone again.

upon hearing the door close claude’s expressions softens as he allows his chin to rest in his palm while reading the letter again (more specifically the name part). it’s a pleasant reminder of the fact that despite all they’ve been through; they made it. that the love that blossomed between them all those years ago had managed to endure even though it had looked like that wouldn’t be the case. after all about a year ago he had been so close to toss the letter dimitri send him two years after his disappearance into the fireplace and be done with it. 

back then dimitri’s letter only made him want to throw it into the fireplace and wish for the man to stop haunting him like a ghost. now he just smiles fondly at the letter, wanting to safe keep it. it’s a funny thing how that works. yet no words can describe how grateful he is for the fact that he searched for him to confirm if he really is alive and --- right, he should respond to that letter. taking the quill he begins to write his response. afterheis done he considers writing his name just the way he jested back then, but reconsiders knowing that his letter may get intercepted. then it hits him. 

knowing dimitri’s habit for reading letters at night he wrote his name in invisible ink, ending the letter with  ‘claude blaiddyd von riegan. ‘