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mevmevme · 2 years ago
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prwlnglthr · 1 year ago
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homicidal king who walks around telling everybody how much he values them in the most sappy schmaltzy ways possible then rejects himself in the middle of his own proposal. he's so embarrassing. put him in a laundry machine and turn on the spin cycle. // smth silly stupid silly
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mochipicchu776 · 27 days ago
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A quiet night alone with the Ashen Demon went a little bit different than Dimitri expected. But he wasn't complaining, her hands were so warm, after all...
Gift for Jeminite ♥
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snackcraving · 2 years ago
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Be my mirror, my sword and shield
@itsmoonpeaches made a fic based on this so check it out :)
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mysterynoel · 4 months ago
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Only One Tent
(Wrote a prompt fill for a monthly challenge on Discord in July. Still a bit iffy on it, so decided to post it here instead of AO3. Enjoy!)
There was no reprieve. Awake or asleep, Dimitri was haunted. Dedue had long since given up on encouraging him to retire early, as there was no difference to his exhaustion whether he slept two hours or twelves. Perhaps for the best that Dedue stopped, as war would have taken away whatever luxury sleep gave to someone who wasn’t him.
“You talk in your sleep. Did you know that?”
A woman’s voice cut through his thoughts. Sitting up on his bedroll, he spotted one of the army’s newest recruits in his tent.
The Ashen Demon.
No, Byleth Eisner.
“Is every night like that for you?”
The nightmares? The low chanting that quickly turns to screaming? The thrashing that requires him to rely on his crest for any energy to make it through the day? “Yes.”
“I see.”
He wondered if he had bothered her last night. No doubt he did. “Byleth…”
“We don’t have to talk about it.” She moved to the flap of the tent. “I’ll leave you to get ready. We still have half a day’s journey before we reach that stronghold. It’s best to set off sooner rather than later.” Without giving him a chance to reply, she left.
Dimitri continued to sit in his bedroll, hazy memories of the night before slowly coming to him. He must have woken up at some point in the night, maybe multiple times. He remembered Byleth sitting next to him.
She held him.
She spoke softly to him.
“You’re safe, Dimitri.”
He felt himself blush. There was no doubt about it. Byleth definitely did not want to be around him after that. And he couldn’t blame her, he hates having to live with himself, too.
Sighing, he got up and began to get ready for the day’s travels.
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“ I believe that was unnecessarily distant. ”
It was, Byleth had to admit. She had been working hard on remaining aware of how people would take her responses, wishing to avoid her moniker of “Demon.”
She didn’t even know where to begin on the “Ashen” part…
But that last attempt, where she tried to talk to Dimitri after he woke up, went terribly. He clearly regretted telling her about everything. She had to end it before he had the chance to address last night’s situation.
In her head, Sothis yawned. “ If that is truly what you believe, then continue on. But you should at least try to talk to him, lest he get some strange notions about your actions towards him compared to how you spoke to him. ”
Well, she had half a day’s journey to talk to him.
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kalycoris · 2 years ago
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The Dimileth standee design I did for @FDimilethZine ! The leftover sale just opened!
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dvrtrblhr · 2 months ago
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f!byleth/lords wips for her birthday!
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sailforvalinor · 1 year ago
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Yes the fact that Byleth sees Dimitri at his lowest and not only takes his hand and leads him out of the darkness and inspires him to become the king she always saw in him, but loves him in spite of his belief that he is unloveable, is absolutely beautiful and makes me want to weep, but can we also talk about how Dimitri sees this woman, whose own father didn’t really know what to do with her, who has always only been valued—by those she worked for, by those she worked with, by her students, even by her peers—for what she could do with a sword, this woman whose only form of self-worth has come from her identity as a weapon—and he calls her beloved. CAN WE TALK ABOUT THAT
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arcthunderrz · 5 months ago
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Commission for @dpsisquared <3
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claradeso · 1 year ago
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yes i know that love is like ghosts oh, few have seen it, but everybody talks spirits follow everywhere i go oh they sing all day and they haunt me in the night
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sun-marie · 1 year ago
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Last but certainly not least, we have a Dimileth smooch for my celebratory 300 follower Twitter raffle, for Twitter user KaitTheUnfunny💕
It's been a long road, but I am pleased to end on these two, my og fe3h otp 💙💙💙
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snackcraving · 2 years ago
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My pieces for dimileth seasons zine and calendar that I'm finally able to share :) Some of these artworks are based on stories that are written wonderfully by the writers that you can fully read in the zine including full pieces and better resolution👀
Get the zine now for free until March 31st
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mysterynoel · 1 year ago
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Just Hold Me Tight and Tell Me You Miss Me
f!Dimileth (Dimitri/f!Byleth)
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It’s the way Dimitri would arrive at the third bell after noon.
Byleth could usually get through the massive amount of paperwork each day and lead the prayers throughout the day with no problem. But once she received word that her husband would be arriving soon, she found it hard to focus. Seteth would assist with the paperwork as Flayn led the prayers. Meanwhile, Byleth would gather up whatever she needed for the trip back home.
When Dimitri arrives, she would greet him and the knights who accompanied him at the gates. Dimitri would request to stay the night at the monastery so that his guards and the horses could rest after a long journey. Byleth approves his request and sends Seteth to ensure everything is in order. She always does.
It’s the way Byleth holds Dimitri’s hand as they tour the monastery.
There’s always something new to see each time Dimitri visits. Flowers in the greenhouse, courtesy of Dedue. The restoration process of the cathedral, which was finally coming to the end after nearly two years. A newly commissioned painting of Sothis in the cathedral and of Byleth in the hallway of the office building, both of which were painted by Ignatz Victor. Even the children in the orphanage would rush to show the king how much they had grown and what new sword techniques they learned since his last visit.
Byleth and Dimitri greet everyone on their walk, spending the most time with a few of the students of the Officers Academy, kids that they had originally taught several years earlier when they were just a prince and a professor. Some of them can’t help but notice the way the couple walk closely together, feeling a vague sense of satisfaction at the scene.
It’s the way Dimitri and Byleth hold each other’s hand at dinner.
The two sit across from each other at the far end of a table. Their little corner is filled with conversation as the two share what’s been happening with their lives. Byleth speaks about the combat tournaments and the year’s students, while Dimitri tells her about recent visits from their friends.
Despite secluding themselves from everyone, they’re not alone. Seteth comes by to tell them that all the preparations are in place for them to leave tomorrow. Flayn brings food she made for Dimitri to try and see if he can taste the faintest hint of salt or sugar. Alois stops by to tell Dimitri all his new jokes. Still, the two hold each other’s hand, seeking whatever connection they can while in the public eye.
It’s the way Dimitri and Byleth disappear immediately after evening prayer.
They cling to each other, holding the other as close as possible, as if the other’s presence is the only thing keeping them present as they get lost in the pleasure brought on by the other. They remain tangled up in each other through the night, wanting to make up for lost time.
Now, Byleth rests in Dimitri’s arms. From the windows, she can see the sky beginning to lighten, giving way to dawn.
Dimitri, half asleep, kisses Byleth. “I’ve missed you so much, my beloved.”
Byleth nestles further into him arms. “I’ve missed you too, Dimitri.”
It will be past noon when Dimitri leads Byleth to the traveling party heading back to Fhirdiad. By this point, it’s to be expected of them. It’s simply the way the two are.
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fe-fictions · 8 months ago
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Happy new year!!! 🥳 could I request a prompt with Dimitri / Claude where they surprise Byleth for the new year? I imagine their post game where Byleth is separated from them for a while bc of their respective duties so a surprise reunion would be super cute 🥹
(This was so much fun to write ;; A ;; )
Claude: Running a country as a new king was no joke, though becoming the religious head of an entire continent (with no experience) wasn’t any easier. It was only natural that when you first started talking about what to do, and what the expectations would be in your new roles, it would mean some distance was required.
What you didn’t realize was that “little distance” thing turned into a long-term absence. Of course, letters were exchanged every day; and the timing of the responses varied depending on the carrier and the weather.
But you were in constant contact, calways wishing to see one another and longing for the separation to reach its end.
It felt more like you were widowed for six months, conversing with a  very charming ghost.
“Seteth…what are the possibilities for taking a sabbatical this year?”
You could feel the prime minister’s hackles raise at the very thought.
“It is the same as I told you last autumn, Archbishop; it’s simply not possible with your current position.”
‘But we’ve been working non-stop since the ceremony- surely we can spare a few days' rest.”
“Not with the relations between kingdoms still in such a dire state. If we were to step away now, and they were to find out, the people would become even more upset. They would feel as though we are trivializing their very lives.”
“I don't want that.” You admitted, looking down at the towering mess of papers on your desk. “But...people are allowed to have days of rest.”
“They are, indeed.” Seteth agreed, “However, we must bear in mind that we are not just any ‘people’. Our obligations transcend those whom we serve.”
It did very little to invigorate you or ease your stress. If anything, Seteth was simply piling them on higher and at a much faster pace. He was not the best at rousing speeches.
“Still…we’ve been working non-stop like this for months…surely we’ll have to slow down and rest so as not to falter later?”
“I do see your point, but I believe we are far from in need of such relief. After all, we bear the expectations of all Fodlan on our shoulders; you moreso, as both a queen and the Archbishop. I would argue that it is more necessary that we continue to push without wasting a single moment.”
“I would argue the opposite…” You mumbled, and the dragon-eared man was polite enough not to acknowledge it. After all, there was a particular reason why he was laying on the pressure so thick.
He wouldn’t have agreed to do so without there being a much desired reward waiting for you. You’d been working harder than most to pull Fodlan back from the struggles of war, and the rebuilding was being overseen in as many areas with the greatest detail you could bring to the table.
You hadn’t heard it yet; it would be a few minutes more.
“Milady, I empathize with your argument, but we must make sure not to allow such temptations that follow a ‘slowdown’, so to speak. It may be difficult for you to ever regain your vigor and our work will suffer for it!”
“Seteth, please…” You groaned, your head hitting the stack of paper before you. There was a good chance the ink hadn’t dried yet, but that was the least of your worries.
The minister worked hard to suppress his smile. Instead he continued to prattle on and on about the importance of diligence, duty, discipline, and several other responsible “d” words, until you heard a shift, outside.
As a matter of fact, you heard the sound of people gathering just below your office, towards the front gates.
And following that rabble was…a wyvern’s wingbeat.
You sat up from the papers, eyes narrowed. There weren’t any wyvern riders that were scheduled to be patrolling this time of day. 
And the only person who could possibly be riding in and exciting everyone would be-
“Claude?”
Seteth grinned, watching the hope spark in your eyes. You hurried from your desk, pulling the balcony doors back.
The shimmering white scales of his beloved wyvern reflected the sunlight right into your eyes. But you knew that roar, and you could recognize that gorgeous, golden cape from a mile away.
With a sharp gasp you turned on your heel and burst from the room. The stairs were too far-- no, the front gate was-! You had to move as quickly as possible.
That man had been gone for so long. You hadn’t seen each other in ages, but now he was flying right up to the monastery out of the blue!
You wracked your brain, trying to think if he’d referenced coming to visit you in any of his letters. Though perhaps it was easier said than done, as the closer you got to the front doors, the harder it was to think of anything other than him.
Mercifully, you did not have to wait until you were outside. The king of Almyra had already made his way inside the building. He was halfway across the great hall, speaking with Hilda about something completely inconsequential.
Well, inconsequential to you. Because all that mattered was the instant your eyes locked, and you could feel the joy build in your chest.
“Claude!!”
The Archbishop’s voice raising was already surprising, but to see her running towards her husband, decorum be damned, was a stunning sight for any bystander.
Claude’s face lit up at the sight of you, his arms spread wide to accept you.
“Byleth!!” Your name was a laugh on his lips; the very sound of his voice made your heart soar. You closed the distance and all but leapt into his arms.
His mere touch was enough to bring tears to your eyes. His scent, his laughter, his…his everything…it overwhelmed your senses in the best of ways.
“I’m home, By.” 
“Welcome back,” Your voice was muffled against his neck, his embrace tight and wanting,  with zero intention of letting you go. “I missed you so much…!”
“I  missed you too. You have no idea how bad I wanted to see you.” He murmured, peppering kisses into your hair between his breaths of laughter.
“I didn’t have a clue- but when did you say you were coming?? I can’t remember reading a single word about you visiting.” You gathered yourself enough to ask, pulling back to look up at your husband.
He grinned at you,  squeezing your waist. “That’s because it was a surprise. I cleared it with Seteth about a month ago; you and I are going to take a nice, long break from all this intercontinental repair.”
It was hard to balance your desire to take in every detail of his face and simply kissing him senseless.
“Really?”
“Of course; I’ve been waiting for ages because I know how badly you’ve wanted to get away. You’ve been talking about it in your letters for the last…three months, I think.” 
“I suppose I’m not as subtle when I’m writing to you.” You smiled sheepishly, “I would love to take a vacation with you, my love.”
“Gods, I’ve been waiting to hear that for so long.” He sighed, capturing your lips in a much needed kiss. You held his face in your hands, relishing the scruff along his jaw and the warmth of his skin.
“Hear what?” You whispered against his lips, your hands shifting from his cheeks to the collar of his tunic, tugging him closer. Your bodies were practically pressed against each other; you couldn’t have gotten closer if you wanted to.
“To hear you call me ‘my love’. I haven’t heard it in so long…I’m afraid your written word doesn’t hold a candle to the sweetness of your voice.”
“You flatter me.” You blushed, kissing the beaming smile he wore with warm reverence. “Shall we  have a proper reunion upstairs? I’d love to hear all about these plans you have for our vacation, but I think we both have some more pressing matters to attend to.”
“Couldn’t have said it better myself, darling.” Claude chuckled, and swept you up into his arms, carrying you down the corridor that had mercifully been emptied at some point during your touching reunion.
You were sure the rumors were swirling around the monastery from the bystanders who hadn’t escaped quickly enough, but it was the last thing on your mind.
After all, your sweet husband was back home in your arms…and there was nowhere else you’d rather be. Especially after such a punishing several months’ work without him.
You peeked around the corner, making sure no one was nearby while he strode towards the stairs with a particular skip in his step.
“I’ve been waiting to say this for a while, but…”
“Say whatever’s on  your mind; I’ve been dying to hear it for ages.”
You leaned up to his ear, whispering those longing words.
“Welcome home, Khalid.” 
He nearly tripped up the stairs and took you tumbling with him. When he steadied himself, he pressed his forehead to yours, his whole face flushed.
“If you’re not gonna fight fair, you’re gonna have to deal with the consequences, Teach.” He grumbled, making you laugh. You kissed his nose, squeezing your arms around his shoulders.
“I haven’t been able to say your name in so long either, you know…I wanted to give you a proper welcome.”
His grin turned mischievous, hoisting you back up and starting up the steps with renewed vigor.
“Don’t you worry about that- we’re about to have the greatest reunion of all time! And an even better vacation after that, might I add.”
You didn’t get a chance to ask him what the plans were until several hours later. But you weren't particularly bothered by it. 
Having your Khalid beside you again was everything you could have asked for, and more.
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Dimitri: He’d gotten the worried letter from Prime Minister Seteth about three days ago. He was already deeply depressed because he hadn’t seen you in such a long time.
It was incredibly difficult, how you were trying so hard and working to get everything in order for the greater continent of Fodlan. 
You were working from the monastery, and had remained there long after the two of you were crowned as the king and queen of Faerghus.
It was deeply upsetting to have spent the first several months of your marriage apart. But it was nothing that heartfelt letters that were practically 300-page journals between each of you.
So when he received a much more brief letter with Seteth’s seal on it instead of the expected loving message from his wife, Dimitri was concerned.
When he read its contents, he was consumed with worry. 
“King Dimitri, it is with deep concern that I write to you regarding your wife, the Archbishop of Fodlan. I am afraid she has become obsessed with work to the point that she cannot seem to remove herself from it. 
The few times I was able to ascertain the reason behind this change in behavior is due to her separation from her spouse. I believe it would be prudent to schedule a visit to the monastery immediately. I fear she has stopped taking care of herself; her eating and sleeping habits have become practically non-existent. 
Please write with ideal dates and times that you would be able to join us. We anticipate a swift response, milord.”
Dimitri had the troops rallied and the Blue Lions en route to the monastery without a second more hesitation. He sent a pegasus knight ahead to relay the information as quickly as possible.
But there was a little more time to waste! His wife was neglecting her well-being, and even though he had no idea how he was supposed to fix it, he knew that he missed her just as terribly and wanted to do anything in his power to make everything better.
He galloped through the forests of Fodlan, not slowing down even in the face of bandits or dangerous weather. 
With the help of the Lions and their unwavering support for the royal couple, the valiant group turned what was typically a weeks’ sojourn to the central mountain range into a four day journey, instead.
And as soon as they were there, Dimitri all but ripped the front gates from their ancient, unmoving hinges.
There was no time to waste. His Beloved needed him!
“King Dimitri has arrived!” The gatekeeper managed to squawk out, sending the passersby into a confused frenzy of excitement and panic. What in the world was the Archbishop’s husband doing here, now??
Dimitri did not bother to socialize or engage with anyone outside of the green-haired man hurrying to meet him, opening the massive old doors that led into the main hall.
“Thank Sothis you arrived so quickly. I just received word from the envoy you sent hardly a day ago; it is a miracle you were able to travel with such swiftness!”
“And not a moment too late, I hope. Where is my wife?” Dimitri asked, breathless from his endless onslaught to visit his dearest.
Seteth motioned towards the stairwell. “She is locked in her office, as always. I fear it has been difficult to access her, even as her right hand. She is deeply troubled by your absence, milord. More So than even she realizes.”
“It saddens me to learn this…but I will do everything in my power to help Byleth in any way I can.” He spoke a solemn promise, striding to the steps and making his way to your office.
A swirl of memories, sweet and bitter, filled his mind. It had been so long since he’d seen the monastery, let alone restored to most of its former glory. 
It was not his favorite place to be, and in spite of all the good things that happened there, he would not lose any sleep over the thought of leaving it behind permanently.
Especially if his having to rule the kingdom while you languished in the ancient halls could cause such a panic.
He hesitated at the door of your office, finding it was indeed locked when he tried to turn the knob. He knocked on the old oak once, twice, three times…but you did not answer.
So he opted to pound on the door, instead.
“Byleth!! Byleth, my love…are you in there? Can you hear me??” His fist hit the door again, with more urgency. There was an indent starting to form where he struck the wood.
There was no answer. He grit his teeth, hitting the door harder.
“It’s me, Dimitri! Open the door- everyone is worried about you! You must-” His hand went straight through the wood, and not a moment too soon.
The punctured hole, while embarrassing, did provide immediate access to the door knob on the other side.
Dimitri dismissed the damage done and opened the door, swinging it into the wall with another crack that likely destroyed the structural integrity of the poor thing.
The sound of wood splintering was enough to get your attention, however. You had been slumped over your arm at your desk, a quill halfway falling out of your hand when the sudden eruption of noise startled you awake.
Your eyes were wild with exhaustion and confusion, only to find a large, black and blonde blob storming towards you.
“Beloved!!”
You gasped at the sound of Dimitri’s voice. That  couldn’t be right, he was far away, back home in Faerghus…his last correspondence with you had been only a week ago.
This was surely a figment of your over exhausted imagination, right?
“D…Dima?” 
“Thank goodness, you’re at least conscious.” He exhaled heavily, rushing around the side of the desk so that he might place his hands on your shoulders. “I was knocking at your door and calling for you- did you truly not hear me?”
“Dima…w-what are you doing here?”
“Dammit, your skin is so pale. The shadows under your eyes- and you’re clearly underfed! Byleth, what has happened to you? How could this have happened?”
“I…” You trailed off, looking down at your hands which trembled in your lap. Dimitri followed your gaze, feeling his heart twist in his chest.
“Nevermind. You're in dire need of rest, Beloved. I will take you to our quarters immediately. When you wake up, I will have some food ready and waiting.”
“But…but Dima, how did you-?” 
“I received an urgent message from Prime Minister Seteth.” He explained simply, taking you up from your seat and carrying you from the office. “He said that you were neglecting your health, and it is quite clear to me that is the case.”
“W-wait, you don’t have to carry me, Dimitri, I-”
“I will not risk injury because you have not been taking care of yourself. I will see to it that you are well rested and well fed before you’re ready to have a conversation about your health. Am I clear?”
You fell silent, realizing that the firm yet gentle touch was indeed quite real. That your husband had arrived from across the land to come to your aid.
Perhaps you were in worse shape than you first thought.
Dimitri took your silence as a sign that you either conceded defeat, were falling asleep, or both. Regardless, you weren’t far from your bedroom.
The attendants and knights who were anywhere nearby as the king crossed the long corridors were quick to scatter, or politely avert their eyes as he tended to you.
With far greater care than when he’d “opened” your office door, he let himself into the Archbishop’s quarters and made sure to fasten the lock as well.
The world shifted around you, and you were suddenly in the soft embrace of your bed. Gods, how long has it been since you were lying there, of all places? 
Dimitri sat on the edge of the bed, taking your ankles up and resting your feet in his lap. He began to undo the laces on your shoes, handling you as though you were glass (a technique ingrained in him since he was little).
“Dima, you don’t have to do all this…”
“You need to rest, Beloved, and I have many, many months of tending to you that I must make up for. Please, allow me to do this much.”
You hummed softly, letting him finish his work on your shoes. Then he prompted you to sit up, slipping the coat from your shoulders and shifting the pillows so that you could recline far more comfortably.
His hand cradled your head, guiding you back down so that you laid fully across the bed. 
The covers weren’t drawn over you, though. Instead, Dimitri unclasped his heavy, fur-laden cloak, and draped it over you.
The overwhelming comfort at being surrounded by his scent nearly brought tears to your eyes. This was indeed your Dimitri. Not a figment of your imagination, this time.
You drew the furry cape closer to your face, nuzzling against the fabric with a soft sniffle.
Dimitri’s smile was sad, but the tension that had wracked his body seemed to have eased at the sight of you.
“Please, rest, my dearest. I will have food prepared and waiting for you by the time you are better.”
“Will you stay with me?” You whispered, as if the pull of sleep wasn’t already  taking hold.
Dimitri laughed softly, carding a hand through his hair. 
“I am still in full regalia, my love. I fear I will be a poor bedfellow.”
“Just until I’m asleep.” You insisted, “I…I missed you so much.”
As if he could say no to that.
Dimitri walked over to his side of the bed,   careful in joining you so that he didn’t dip the mattress and jostle you out of your far too comfortable position.
He propped himself up on one elbow, facing you on his side so that you might have full access to him.
And take advantage, you did. Dimitri flushed when you shifted over, burying your face in his chest and curling your fingers into his tunic. The soft clinking of all the metal bits and pieces didn’t seem to bother you. He wasn’t in his armor, but the formal layers of Faerghus’ royal uniform did not make for excellent nightwear.
The queen did not seem to mind, however.
“I’m so happy you’re here…”” You mumbled into his chest, feeling strong arms wrap wholly around you, drawing you in as close as he could.
“I have longed for you, terribly, in the time we have been apart. I could not bear to be away from you any longer when Seteth sent for me.”
“I must remember to thank him for his wisdom…I may very well have wasted away had he not asked you to come. It…felt so hard, going through all this work without you by my side.”
“It was no more joyful in Faerghus, I’m afraid. Ruling as king feels cold and empty without you there, right alongside me.” 
You nodded into his heartbeat, melting when his fingers worked through your hair.
There was no way you’d stay up a moment longer.
“But all that matters is we’re together now. And once we have you full and smiling again, I believe we ought to make plans to visit the countryside. The snow is glistening this time of year, up in the northern mountains…I can finally introduce you to the rarer parts of our home.”
“I would…love to…” You yawned,    wide and obvious.
Dimitri bit his tongue to keep from fawning. You were too cute when you weren't even trying.
“ Please rest, Beloved. I swear I’ll be right here when you wake. I will not leave your side again.”
“Thank you for this…and…thank you for coming… I'm so happy you love me so much.”
“As am I.” He kissed your forehead, squeezing you gently. “I have been yearning to see you for far too long. To hold you in my arms, even in less ideal circumstances…I could be any happier.”
“I love you, Dima.”
“I love you, too.” He beamed, before gingerly tapping his forehead to yours. “Now rest. Sleep. I beg of you.”
You smiled softly. Perhaps Dimitri was right; you were indeed long overdue for a good nap.
It wouldn’t be until seven hours later, well into the nighttime, that you came back around.
 But Dimitri was ready and waiting, a beautiful meal set aside on the nightstand and waiting to be enjoyed by the royal couple.
And of course it was immediately paid for by a mess of urgent kisses from wife to husband, wrapping your arms around him and rolling to lay atop him, your hands happily pressed to his chest.
How you missed that strong, thundering heartbeat.
The food would have to wait, unfortunately;  you both had much more pressing matters to tend to. 
Especially for the next seven days, as prescribed by the monastery clerics to prevent further burnout.
While you were certain Dimitri had some influence in this decision (ie, nearly all), you couldn’t help but relish every single second you got to spend, alone and warm with your fiercely loyal lion.
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dreamtydraw · 11 months ago
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Helllooo if you’re taking doodle requests you should doodle Dimitri and Byleth(either gender) from FE3H in all their glory (it can be before or after the timeskip whatever you prefer)
THANK YOU ANON FOR THIS REQUEST ! I’m a huge dimileth enjoyer 😭💕💕💕 it was a pleasure, i had some fun with charcoal !
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whocares532542 · 5 months ago
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Dimitri: beloved, I have a question.
Byleth: Yes, my husband?
Dimitri: Okay, so your hair was originally a dark teal blue, but after escaping a prison dimension, it became a light green, which it is now.
Byleth: Yes, that is true.
Dimitri: So if you were to have kids, would their hair color, assuming they didn't inherit mine, be what it is now or what it was former?
Byleth: ... you know [starts undressing] there are better ways to ask if you want to have a baby.
Dimitri: WAIT NO-
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