#im gonna cry u married Dimitri ndndnd

[fe-husband-heaven]

fluff with dimitri except we're married to him?

Phewww! I wrote something a little lengthy hee hee

but i couldn't help it dndndn I loved married life asks so much, they're so cute! My hoe side for Dimitri shows up a little in this so pardon-

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“Dimitri.”

…Perhaps if I stay quiet…

“Dimitri...Dimitri, ignoring me won't make me relent.”

He sighed like he was giving up, but his grip around your waist only tightened.

“...Must I truly?”

“Yes, I'm sure Seteth will be quite cross if he finds out we've done nothing but laze about all day in bed.”

Dimitri made a displeased face, clearly not happy to relinquish the warmth of your body, or his bed.

Tangled together on the bed, the two of you were a mess of limbs and blankets. He very much preferred it this way, with you trapped nestled in his arms, and the sun filtering through the gaps of the blue curtains.

Laughing lightly at his expression, you playfully punched his shoulders, encouraging him to let you go. He did not,rather, in response, he buried his face in your hair, closed his eyes, and inhaled your scent blissfully.

“..Surely, there must be some rule against pulling the King from his spouse before twelve.” He murmured.

“Dimitri, It is noon.”

A pause.

“...Before two.”

You shook your head amusedly at his antics, and he reflexively pulled back a little when your hair tickled his chin. Taking advantage of this, you pressed a kiss to his lips before rolling out of his arms. Dimitri has an absolute death grip. Were he not a King with duties, you are quite sure he'd keep you locked in his hold, he had really come to love sleeping by your side.

He has told you before how he had been tormented at night by horrid nightmares. Sleep had become torturous, and he had begged for daylight to come sooner.

Now, he had someone to keep those very dreams away. Someone to thread their fingers through his hair and lull him into a peaceful rest. 

There were still times where we he awoke in a cold sweat, the abruptivity of the way he sat up would wake you as well. Without fail each time, he'd apologize for it instead of worrying about himself. He was still as selfless as ever and it only made you want to care for him more.

Dipping your knee a little into the bed, you tugged lightly at his arm, careful to stay just far enough away to escape if he tried to pull you back into bed before stepping away fully just to be sure.

"Alright, c'mon! You had plenty of fun last night, it's time we get to work!"

He flushed and a look of minuscule shock at your unflinching mention of something so intimate had him sputter a little.

"T-that's rather unfair, Y/N…I.."

He looked away, finding the white walls of the bedroom more interesting.

"..I should hope you also..um...e-enjoyed..Oh for goodness sake, I am King..!..Heavens, what would the people say if they saw their ruler blushing like a schoolboy…"

You struggled to hold back laughter at the image, especially when Mr.Blaiddyd grabbed a pillow to shove his face into, in hopes of hiding his reddening face. Though, the way his blush crawled to his ears, gave him away.

You sighed your laughter away, and relished in how relaxed he looked. How long it had been since he was given rest…The war had taken its toll before, during, and after.

The bed creaked under Dimitri when he finally decided to leave the comfort that was his bed. Now, it was your turn to turn a little red. He was toned, no doubt from the arduous battles he'd endured but it didn't make his abs any smaller…

He was also half dressed (Your doing) and the little clothing he did wear gave a tiny peek past his navel. His hair was an absolute mess but for whatever reason, it only added to your attraction.

If you squinted, you could almost see sparkles surrounding him-

"P-please stop staring."

It seemed Dimitri's day was to start with a constant stream of blood rushing to his cheeks. He was never good at handling blatant affection, let alone the unhidden gawking of the person he loves so much. Normally, he'd be nothing short of oblivious to other people's attraction but after having spent so much time by each others side, he knew you like the back of his hand.

He stood in front of you now, and you stepped forward to wrap your arms around him in a hug, your chin rested on his chest, you looked up at him, smiling.

"Oh? But what am I to do when my husband is the handsomest man in the land?"

His own arms found their way around your waist, a hug being his reward for getting out of bed.

"Handsomest? Oh, Y/N, you exaggerate, but thank you regardless."

"Uh, excuse me??"

Your sudden change in tone, surprised him a little, but his smile returned when he heard your next words, in the most sarcastic of tones.

"That's my husband you speak of, I shall allow no further defamation, hmph."

Dimitri laughed softly and craned his neck down for a kiss. His hand traveled to hold your cheek in place for it to last longer before he held your hands in his own.

"How is it that I always feel as though I were on top of the world when I'm with you…"

He was speaking more to himself, but his eyes were looking into your own, lovingly. If he could see just how lovestruck he appeared, he'd be embarrassed all over again but instead, his view was filled with you returning the same swooning look.

He was gently thumbing your knuckles now,  and coupled with his expression, it reminded you of the day you were wed.

He'd had that same absolutely adoring look, albeit he was a little more tearful laying his eyes upon his bride in white then than he was about his wife in pyjamas now...Regardless! He had held your hands in the same fashion, surrounded by the cheers of his old classmates and the whistles of Sylvain, he thumbed your gloved hands and wished the priest would simply hurry so he could kiss you already.

It had been a grandiose event, blues, golds, and a crying Dedue (the best man) adorned the reception. Ashe had assisted Dedue in cooking for the wedding guests, Duscur's finest dishes were served that day. Alois had prepared a toast full of corny jokes that had Dimitri bellowing in laughter and Felix scowling in disapproval. Mercedes and Annette had done their absolute best to doll you up and they had their own fit of crying when they saw their dear friend's finished look. 

Ingrid had helped organize most of it and yelled at Sylvain whenever necessary to get him back on track whenever tables were to be moved.

(Reminding him also that it was strictly FORBIDDEN to flirt with the bride)

Many of the old students originally from other houses visited as well. Petra had brought souvenirs from her homeland, Ignatz came with a promise to paint the new queen and king and gift them the piece as a wedding present, and Linhardt...well he fell asleep midway through but he came!

The night had been filled with merriment and it only got more chaotic when Claude had made his grand entrance, insisting that Dimitri simply must dance with the bride though Dimitri suspected he only wanted to see him squirm as he had not danced with anyone since before the war.

Manuela had gotten drunk alongside Hanneman which was a huge surprise until they started bickering even in their alcohol induced states…

The disorder was quelled when Professor Byleth threatened detention to his old students, and not a peep was heard thereafter other than Alois's bellowing laughter and mention that the professor never changes.

All in all, it was to be expected that a wedding with so many...ahem, colorful characters would also display the same amount of personality.

Even then, though the very view of you being lead down the aisle by Gilbert was imprinted on his mind for eternity, the moment when the festivities ended and he could have you all to himself was his most treasured memory of that night.

Away from everyone who wished to steal you away for a dance, he could at last be alone with you and revel in his beloved's company. 

You still tease him every now and then about how he fumbled in removing your dress before eventually tearing it with his monstrous strength but at that time he had certainly made up for it afterwards.

Regardless of his inexperience shining through beforehand, he still found the memory of your first time as husband and wife, precious.

Not much had changed since then other than Dimitri's upgrade from Boar Prince to Boar King but it seemed the honeymoon phase had yet to pass either of you if the way Dimitri's lips were once again being moved against your own was any indication.

For a moment, you thought you might have lost and he might just have gotten you back into that bed but a knock on the door interrupted the two of you.

"Y/N, Dimitri, I know you're in there! It is high past morning now, I have let you rest long enough. Your duties await you, your subjects will not rule themselves."

Seteth-

And an annoyed sounding Seteth too-

Perhaps it was the way you panicked but Dimitri was incentivised to scramble for his clothes when you started to.

Only for you to both trip when you heard Manuela walk by,

"Oh Seteth, leave them be. We have to have an heir to the throne eventually~"