#over a gif that is itself an invitation to avoid spoilers

[babbelswoofominides]

This is it. This is the thing that made me feral once again for this show.

[smilingangel582]

For fun, btw... I wanna heal myself...

Spoilers for prince of tennis both old and new one.

Just for a laugh

Freshmen hang out. The word itself seems too alien for Ryoma Echizen. He was called out by Dan Taichi to meet at the courts of Rokkaku Jr High. Basically hinting that the over-zealous guy Aoi Kentaro would be present as well.

He certainly didn't expect Kintaro Toyama to be making an entrance as well. Sipping his ponta with a slight concern for his peace, he mentally and psychologically prepared for the worst case scenario of three similar idiots with the same mindset.

Horio, Kachirou, and Katsu were invited too to help and watch their meet-up. The senpais insisted they had their own time right after the nationals.

"Amazing Echizen-kun! You've beaten the child of God!" From Aoi.

"Right!! I can't seem to catch up, desu(Note that Dan's habit of saying desu is a Japanese polite form... he uses it to imply more politeness than average)

"Koshimae! You promised we'll have a match together!" (Kintaro is a cutie who can't read Echizen's kanji name... so that's why it's reversed ... though i think he's intentionally saying it wrong now)

Exactly as he predicted. Ryoma sighed, now lowering his cap. "Jeez, you guys are like three siblings working together to torment me"

Aoi grabbed his wrist with excitement, gleaming over his large dark eyes. "Matte (wait), did we torment the indomitable Echizen-kun?"

"That's insane kentaro-kun!" Dan grabbed his other hand to stop him from finishing his drink. Matches barely began, Kintaro was whining that he wanted to settle the one point match with him. Of course, he's got no room to breathe as he pulled his wrists free. Sighing, he rolled his shoulder. "Alright, mada mada dane, how about a warm-up?"

"Good idea desu!" Dan got up and soon prepared the courts with the freshmen trio.

Horio said now, picking the baskets of balls over to the super freshmen rookies of Seigaku and Rokkaku. "ne, Echizen seems too stiff, as always..."

Katsu and kachiro exchanged similar sad expressions, and hearing this, Kintaro folded his arms above his head, looking up with wondering thoughts "now... Has Koshimae ever laughed? I never saw that side of him before"

Dan pondered too "me neither..."

From Horio "Though he's in my class, all he does is sleep... nothing special"

While Aoi and Ryoma warm up, it made Kintaro run after too, who left out of boredom to practice. Dan clapped when an idea popped to his head, "How about we make him laugh, desu

Katsu smiled now. "Hmm? That's a nice idea, but will it be easy?"

They knew it won't... nothing will crack the cold stoic Ryoma-kun. At least, that's what they believed.

Telling this plan to Kintaro and Aoi, who agreed with bright grins, it was an OK plan. Less did they know Ryoma was suspicious about their private conversations they had without him.

He ignored as always, though he had a lingering doubt, if it would be his own inconvenience.

First, it was Dan who constantly pretended to slip when his bandana fell over his eyes. It was without a doubt funny, but Ryoma's too slow. He turned to the fallen kid now frowning. "What's wrong?"

Embarrassed, he looks away "nothing desu, i slipped!"

Horio and the other two worked hard to do Dan's comic falls and trips, but all they got was a cold Ryoma saying, "Stop screwing around,"

Katsu groaned in defeat. "He's tough..."

Kachirou had a weak smile, now picking up the balls they dropped "Well we got time... don't worry"

After hours passing the afternoon swiftly, they still couldn't do so. Echizen seemed to intentionally have avoided it as he had vaguely noticed a plan being proceeded, though he didn't know the subject matter.

Finally, Aoi cleared his throat after his power served and dared to say, "What do you call a fake pasta?"

Ryoma, startled by this he made a weak lob to digest what Aoi suddenly said. "H-huh... what do you mean?"

"The answer..." he smashed, and Ryoma hits it back with a drive B that Aoi couldn't return.

"I don't know," patting the racket at the lame attempt of a joke. Aoi frozen by the amazing move stammered as he missed his ball "A-ah its an impasta!"

He laughed nervously now, receiving one of his own powerfully controlled serves, defeated. Utterly.

"I shouldn't have listened to davide-senpai..."

"Oh no," Echizen said with a hint of a smile. "His jokes were worse than yours... but it's not like I don't enjoy them"

"Wait, you enjoy them?" Aoi was surprised now, still, he was barely conscious that Ryoma was winning two games from him now.

"Kidding..." Sticking his tongue, he took his sets, leaving four games to six. He won.

"So mean Echizen-kun! You will pay for that, " he glared playfully. Still, they still couldn't make him laugh. He had a small smile, however... seeing how he didn't seem to mind their company anymore, he allowed it to slide.

Dan sighed, "Well, it was a good effort, Aoi-kun..."

Kintaro was next now tossing up and causing crazy moves, which Ryoma was able to predict even without the mugo no kyochi. Kachirou widened his eyes now. "Ryoma-kun had a hard time with him before the finals, but now he's gotten used to that insane irregular speed"

Aoi gave a wry smile, wiping his brow. "He's another monster too, huh?"

Ryoma missed another set though, seeing how kintaro was equal to four games with him.

"Hooooo!" Kintaro yelled as he was sent spinning up like a top from the courts. This was the move... and Ryoma kept his stance. "Superr ultra great delicious mountain-"

He stopped himself abruptly, suddenly losing his balance and falling face first on the dirt and laughing at himself for his stupid fall. Ryoma's eyes widened in puzzlement and pulled away from the stance "O-Oi... what is wrong with all of you?"

Kintaro still face down, was pretty funny and the rest snickered softly at that. Maybe they got to laugh but not Ryoma. Kintaro got up with a frowny dirty face "Aww guess Koharu and Yuji did it better, i might need to learn tricks!"

Using his racket's handle to irritably rub his temple, he asked. Now, finally, losing his patience. "Seriously... what's going on? I'm not stupid to notice you've been acting weird since the discussion this noon till now"

Everyone watched him, as if they were children who were being scolded by a teacher. Sighing, they gave up. All of them seemed to be in on this.

Dan said this, very apologetically "sumimasen, desu,(sorry) It was my idea... you've been a little rigid, and we've never seen you laugh before"

Ryoma looked at him thoughtfully, then thought a little longer and sighed exaperatedly. "Hmm... is that's what this is about? Why do you care whether i laugh or not?"

Aoi broke in emotionally, reaching for his hand with a tight, hopeful clasp. "But Echizen-kun's smile fits him perfectly, i cant imagine it any longer!!"

Awkward, he couldn't get away from the strong hold at all. The idiots strength is formiddable, thought Ryoma. This time, Kintaro grabbed his other hand with sparkly eyes,"Koshimae! You don't look like you enjoy my matches... so why don't you laugh out a bit once in a while"

"Please Echizen-kun?" Dan

"Yes, Ryoma-kun..." katsu

"Can you do it for us Ryoma-kun?" Kachirou

Again, Ryoma didn't understand what was happening. He totally can't force a laugh when nothing is funny and nothing is happening around him. Has he never laughed before? Well, apart from challenging Atobe with a maniacle laugh, he probably sees where they're coming from.

"Well, you will eventually hear it... Toyama, let's continue" he turned away breaking their hearts instantly.

"Normally, I'd be happy, but Koshimae is being mean," Kintaro pouted.

Ryoma stiffened now, wondering the hell he should do to stop weird ideas coming to them.

Aoi was seeing how a warfare of thoughts happening in ryoma's head.

True, they can't force it out... but then again... he got another idea to crack him... problem is if it's effective.

"Echizen-kun, what's that...?" He pointed at the side past Kintaro, who both looked back as well.

"Where -oof!"

A temporary moment of distraction, Aoi tackled him to the ground. His tall frame was a big of a wall for Echizen to cross over. Shock was all he had in his eyes but a horrified looks was when he felt fingers dig into his sides.

"What are you -hngh!"

Clapping a hand to his mouth, he knew exactly what Aoi was doing, and he didn't like it one bit. They wouldn't dare... no, they would, in fact! They had devilish grins that sent shivers down his spine.

"Of course, I forgot the most obvious method of all..." Aoi grinned even wider still trying to force out laughs from a restraining Echizen.

"Ehh, so someone like Echizen can be ticklish?" Horio said with amusement.

The latter on the ground curled to the side, squeaking out sounds he regretted letting out, "S-stop that!"

"He looks surpsingly cute," Dan said with bewilderment. The trio agreed with giggles.

Kintaro sneered and wiggled his fingers before descending with Aoi, "koshimaee~ wants some more? Here ya go!" With that, he grabbed his knees, which was accidental, yet it made Ryoma kick violently, narrowly missing his jaw, "Gah! Wahait... stohop it!"

That was a bad spot. Echizen panicked, he could handle anywhere but there! And there!

Shit! He swore, this was all messed up, he's suddenly cracking.

"Do I hear giggles from the stoic Echizen-kun?" Aoi's sunshine smile glistened over him, how Ryoma wished to step on his face.

"Nohoho yohou dihihid not hehehear ahahahanythihihing! Leheheave mehehe behehehe!" Ryoma curled back now trying to escape the touches, but then again, it's two against one. Hence, except in tennis, he can't win against that unfair combination.

"Yes, Aoi-kun, Echizen-kun's adorably giggling! I want to join too, desu!" Dan stepped in as well to grab one of his arms and help tackle his ribs while Aoi went to his slender waist.

It's too much. He can't believe they'd resort to something stupid... why do they even care? Questions aroused his mind, and soon, his face had an adorable flush of embarrassment.

"Ne, ne..." Dan said, coming over to his head now, "Have you heard that laughter is the best medicine, Ryoma?"

"Ehehehenough yohohou guhuhuys! Ihihihi mehehehean ihihit!"

"No, no... mada mada dane? Right Echizen kun?" Aoi teased him with his own catchphrase, and that made him lower his head back in helpless titters.

It was rather rare to hear him laugh genuinely. Everyone was more dazed than determined. His laugh was contagious, soft, and mellow... almost sweet like a child's.

"To think an uncute guy like koshimaee can be mega cute!" Kintaro was vigorously using methods like scribbling under the calf muscles which nobody knew that were sensitive.

"Shiraishi said sportsmen have sensitive knees, calf muscles, and ankles... now I know he's telling the truth"

"Ihihihi ahahaham nohohot! Oohohoi! Stohohop ihihit!"

Dan couldn't help shower gentle tickles over his neck, and Aoi was more focused on getting his ribs.

"Wait... you're defensive here..." Aoi said, now aiming for the spot below his armpits. It was the last straw. His giggles raised an octave and much louder. "OHOHOK Cuhuhuhut it out nohohohow! IHIHIHI SWEHEHEHEAR ihihit!"

"Ken-chan found the gold mine yippiii!" Kintaro giggled now, pinning his failing ankles down.

"Plehehehaseee!" Ryoma widened his eyes when he heard himself begging and then shuts his words.

This made everyone look at each other with surprise but then contorted to menacing grins. Kintaro taunted now. "Oyaa? Koshimae begging...? That's pretty intense... he's so weak to such a little thing?"

"OHOHO SHUHUT UP! IHIHIHI CAHAHANT STAHAHAND YOU! IHIHIHI DIHID IT BY AHAHAHCCIDENT!"

Rolling his eyes, Aoi presses harder to the death spot "Of course, not to injure your pride, Ryoma... but we all know you begged just now... want to do it again?"

"YEHEHEAH NOHOHOT IHIHIN A MIHIHILLION YEAAARS! GAHAHAHA!" He turned away now trying to pushing away the annoying nimble fingers tormenting his worst spot.

"You heard him. Let's defeat him from a one-sided tickle fight... ne?"

Ryoma Echizen was at their mercy.

Meanwhile, from a distance, the senpais had arrived. The seigaku, rokkaku, and shitenhoji and even Jin Akutsu accompanied them for Dan's sake. All these schools arrived to see their freshmen's little hangout. Surpsingly, what they heard was lovely laughter on the far distance by the courts.

"Are they really not training?" Shiraishi sighed in sudden confusion, "honestly I thought Echizen would be more responsible over them"

Fuji said warmly. "Even i thought so to... well he's not the type to care..."

"I wonder who's laughing... It's certainly not Kin-chan,"

Akutsu scoffed coldly. "Not even Taichi..."

"Aoi's got a much louder one that's annoying," Saeki said with a smile..

"Well, it could be seigaku definitely..." Chitose said with fondness.

The said-school exchanges startled looks, Inui folded his arms "Based on the tone, I think it's not Kachiro though he fits close to that sound... so that means... its Echizen"

"Uso! (No way), i wanna see Ochibi (cutie) right now!" Eji was the first one to run through the path and into the courts to see for himself. He had a bright grin when Oishi followed.

Of course, the senpais saw it with their own eyes. Startled and in love with the sweet sounds. Aoi was definitely breaking him along with Dan and Kintaro ... those merciless devils.

"To think he can have such a side, interesting... even i want to break him like that..." Fuji's sadism triggered as he was giving an aura that made Shiraishi sigh in familairty."Seigaku, save that freshman from this man"

Fuji smiled with sweetness. "Whatever do you mean dear Saeki?"

They approached the freshmen, and Aoi was the first to stop, and then Dan.... they all shyly giggled at the funny display. Kintaro was having a blast that he failed to notice anyone and still didnt let poor Ryoma free. Nobody stopped the red head while he tried to push him off to stop it.

Aoi stuck his tongue in appology for the silliness, "Ahhh, senpai! Sorry, we were practising, but... Echizen was being a stick in the mud... so we gotta lighten him up, " he pointed out with a fond smile."So we thought to make him laugh..."

"Bahahastard! Ahahaha! CUhuhuUHUHUT IHIHIHIT OHOHOUT!"He tried to threaten Aoi but failed when Kintaro was strong and persistent to get him even more, as he scavenged for the sweet spot that Aoi found. He found it at last.

Momoshiro suddenly seemed thrilled as he cracked his knuckles, "How about you let the senpais deal him now, Toyama..."

Kintaro looked up now, a well-deserved break from Ryoma's prior torment. He grinned now, stopping for real, "Ehh? OK then, he got a bad spot under his arms but above the top ribs... get him there... its cute when he snorts!"

"IHI dohoho nohohot -!"

Ryoma sensed the worst conclusion being drawn immediately as he interrupted himself, trying to escape. He was slowly turning to his stomach.

"Running away? I don't think so! Momo, get him right there!" Eji pounced first by grabbing his waist, and soon new resumed laughter was heard, Dan exchanged glances with the other freshmen as the Seigaku senpai handle their freshmen with care and tickles.

It was a beautiful evening that's being folded. Dan was glad he set up this hangout with the freshmen.

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Pool Party

This was an ask from @theewokingdead:

Imagine you're relationship is still sorta new. Benny tells you there's going to be a BBQ and pool party at one of the boys' house and he wants you to go to meet them all. You're a little nervous, not just because it's your first time meeting them but you hate how you look in a swimsuit. But you agree to go because you want to meet his friends. You wear a one piece because, you know, too insecure for a bikini. But when you take off your cover up Benny is just like enamored. Everything goes well and you're having a great time. You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. When you open the door to leave the bathroom Benny is standing there. He kisses you with such intensity that he pushes you back into the room. He tells you how sexy you look in the swimsuit yadda yadda. Next thing you know he's got you against the sink, facing the mirror, pulling your swimsuit aside so you can watch as he fucks you from behind.

Pairing: Benny Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 1900+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: You are a big enabler and I love it 💓 Thanks to @astoryisaloveaffair for helping me pick out the bathing suit!

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“You’ll come this weekend then, sweetheart?” Benny asks me, his voice full of hope and begging. I swear this man know exactly how to pull things from me.

“Of course. Anything for you, Benny.”

Benny and I have been dating for a few months now and it’s going great. He’s sweet, kind, hilarious, and hot as fucking hell. He makes me feel like I’m the only person in the room when he looks at me and no one has ever looked at me like that before. So it only makes sense that we’ve progressed to the point where he wants me to meet his friends. One of them is having a BBQ, Frankie? I think? Or was it some kind of fish? And he invited us all over to go swimming. Which is great, fantastic, wonderful. I can’t wait to meet them all, except for one problem - 

I hate how I look in a bathing suit. 

No matter what size I’ve been, I’ve always hated how I look. I typically choose to hide in one pieces, often tossing on a shirt over my suit before swimming. But I did just get a new bathing suit - ok fine, my friend bought it for me after she saw me in it in the dressing room, demanding I throw the rest of mine out. I’ll admit it is a cute suit - strapless, with little cutouts above and below a tie to the right of the center of my body. It’s pretty comfortable which I can get behind. 

When Benny comes to pick me up, I’m already dress, new bathing suit on under a coverup that shows nothing of the suit under it. I’m still debating on leaving it on.

“You look beautiful, sweetheart.” Benny leans down to kiss me and I chuckle into him.

“I haven’t even taken off my coverup.”

His eyes darken a few shades as he stares down at me. “Well I know what you look like under any bathing suit so it don’t much matter to me.”

“Benny!” I slap his arm playfully, hoping that the desire that spring to life at his words quells before we make it to Frankie’s. 

We arrive at this beautiful home, white picket fence leading up to a wrap around porch, complete with porch swing. The house itself is a light blue with a bright red door and I swear it looks cut out of a magazine. Benny leads us inside and through the empty house, towards the backyard where I can see the pool and everyone lounging around and in it. 

“Hey guys!” Benny yells as he slides the glass door open.

“Hey Benny!” A shorter man with salt and pepper colored hair gives him a hug before he sees me. “And you must be the girlfriend he won’t shut up about.”

“That’s me!” I stick my hand out to shake his but he smirks and pulls me in for a hug instead. 

“Oh no. We’re hugging, hermosa.”

“Alright alright. Break it up.” Benny chuckles as Santi lets go of me. 

He makes the rounds, introducing me to everyone there before Frankie tells us to settle on some chairs as he was just getting the grill going. Benny leads me over to a couple of cushy looking lounge chairs and I set our bag down. 

“Wanna play corn hole, Ben?” His brother Will yells to him from the yard. “Bring your girl!”

Benny looks at me, eyebrows raised in question. “Wanna play?”

“Sure!”

Will I knew, having met him just a couple weeks into dating Benny. He’s nearly the complete opposite, organized and rigid, obsessed with numbers. But he’s also nice and really cares about his brother and his friends. He must have made a great soldier. 

Will sets up the game and hands us some bags, holding a beer in one hand as he takes the first throw. We play and chat for a while, Santi coming over to join in and even Frankie gets to toss a few bags inbetween checking the grill. I’m having such a great time despite the sun completely baring down on us, no cover on this saide of the yard. My sun hat only blocks out so much and after about 40 minutes, we’re all too sweaty to continue. 

“Pool time!” Santi yells, shedding his shirt as he runs to the pool, Benny and Will close on his heels. 

“Food will be ready soon!” Frankie yells from the grill.

I head back over to our chair and hesitate. I am pretty hot and the pool would help to cool me down quickly, but that would mean removing my coverup in front of everyone. 

“Come on in, sweetheart!” Benny manages to yell before chucking a water ball at Santi’s head. 

It’s ok. Just take off the coverup and go in the pool. Yalissa assured me that I look good in this one. It’ll be fine. I grip the bottom of my coverup and lift it over me, gently folding it and setting it on the chair. I turn and head to the shallow end of the pool where the steps are, gripping the railing to step in. Benny sloshes through the water to get to me, his eyes roaming up and down my body as he extends his hand to me.

“You look gorgeous, sweetheart.”

“You have to say that.”

“I don’t have to say shit. I mean it.”

He gives me a kiss and Santi whistles. “Get a room!”

Benny breaks the kiss but his eyes remain on me as I take the water ball from his hand and chuck it at Santi, smacking him squarely in the face. Loud laughter erupts from all the men, even Santi who was wiping water from his face as Benny whoops, fist pumping in the air.

“That’s my girl! She’s on my team!”

We pair off, us against Will and Santi, trying to pelt each other with water balls. Benny is always near me, placing his hand on my back or arm, constantly touching me as if to silently ask if I’m ok while simultaneously telling me I’m ok, that I’m safe here. 

“Ok ok time out!” I call. “Bathroom break!”

I leave the pool and towel myself off, winking at Benny as he watches me. I walk past Frankie and he tells me the bathroom is down the hall, first door on the right. I use the bathroom and wash my hands, turning off the sink and look at myself in the mirror. Ok fine, Yalissa was right - this suit did fit me pretty well. I just won’t be doing any competitive swimming in it with the sleeveless top, but it does hug my curves well. I open the door and Benny is there, his eyes dark as the sea on a stormy day. Before I can speak he kisses me, pushing his tongue inside my mouth as he walks me backwards, kicking the door closed behind him. He kisses a path to my neck, each connection of his lips increasing the fire that sprang to life between my legs the moment he put his lips on mine. 

“Benny,” I moan out as he pushes my hips into the counter, his hands trying to touch every part of me.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot, sweetheart,” He moans into my neck, his hot breath fanning out across my jaw. I feel his hand on my boob as his thumb swipes over my clothed nipple, and fuck does that feel good. 

“Hate myself in a bathing suit,” I’m practically panting at this point and the only way I know he heard me is because he stops, pulling back and catching my gaze with his baby blues, which were now as dark as the sea on a stormy day.

“You’re fuckin’ sexy as hell.”

I scoff. “If you say so.”

“I do.” Is that a twinkle in his eyes?

He grips my hips and spins me so I’m facing the counter. His legs kicks mine apart and I feel him drag his fingers across my clothed cunt and I moan his name, feeling how wet I’m getting. He dips a finger inside my bathing suit and pushes into me and fuck do I need him now.

“So wet for me already, sweetheart? Want me to fuck you in this bathroom?”

“Oh fuck yes!”

He fumbles with his shorts but then he’s there, moving aside my bathing suit while pushing my back down so I’m nearly flush with the counter as he thrusts inside me, lighting me up as he taps that spot at the back of me that only he can. He slowly pulls out of me and back in a few times, letting me feel every ridge and inch of his skin before he leans over me, crowding me with his body that I can never get enough of.

“I’m gonna fuck you into this sink and you’re gonna watch. I want you to see how sexy you are, even when taking my cock.”

He pulls me up so I’m leaning up enough to look in the mirror, my fingers gripping the edge of the counter on either side. He reaches forward and pulls my top down, my boobs popping out. He massages them for a minute before he grips my hips, thrusting into me at a rough pace, my hips slamming into the counter edge. It digs into my stomach but I am so far from caring. When Benny fucks, he fucks and I’m just along for the ride. I’m watching him, his hair still wet from the pool, small pieces of it falling forward into his face, his mouth open and panting, sometimes gritting his teeth before he lets out a moan and fuck does the sounds that come from him turn me on more. 

“Look at yourself. Look at what you do to me. I can’t even wait - had to..nghhh..have you before we even left.”

“Oh shit!” I know I’m close, I can feel my orgasm building faster and faster. I catch sight of myself in the mirror and I definitely look like a fucked out mess - boobs sliding back and forth across the counter, my wet hair sticking to my skin, my fingers digging into the sides of the counter. My mouth is open, like I’m silently screaming “Oh” over and over again. But then I glance back up at Benny and the expression on his face as he watches me, with such admiration and desire, a need to be with me, in me, around me overwhelming him. It’s too much and I come, screaming his name as he covers my mouth, thrusting into me a few more times before coming himself, grunting out his release. It’s all heavy breathing as I collapse onto the counter, feeling him soften inside me as he pulls out with a hiss. 

“Hang on a sec, sweetheart. I’m gonna clean you up.”

He wets a cloth and moves my suit aside again. I feel a cold, wet washcloth pressed to my core and I whimper, my legs twitching as he slides it around my sensitive cunt.

“Ssshh I know sweetheart, I know. But I gotta clean you up.”

He finishes quickly, drying off my legs with another cloth before tossing them both into the hamper that was in there.

“Benny. We can’t just leave that here.”

“What? It’s laundry.” He shrugs and I know there’s no getting through to him. Plus I’m way too fucked out to really care.

“You’re amazing.” 

He smiles down at me and pulls me close, kissing me gently before pulling back. “You’re amazinger.”

If any of the men noticed my limping they didn’t say anything but I swear I saw Santi give Benny a knowing smirk.

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Broken Memories

Ok so I wrote for Dimitri bc he’s so fucking precious and I really really love him. Plus he’s the perfect character to write angst for. Sorry if the ending is a bit shitty, I was debating whether or not to have a happy ending. But still, I hope you enjoy!!

Fire Emblem Three Houses

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd x Reader

Summary: Things hadn’t been the same for years, yet when an opportunity to relive the cherished memories presented itself, you took it, perhaps a bit too eagerly.

Notes: Angst, Mentions of death and violence, small spoilers for Azure Moon

The night had long fallen over the monastery, and with it fell the silence that five years ago would have been comforting. Now, in the midst of war, however, it was grueling.

It had only been a few days since you decided to spend the nights in the room that you called yours during your time at the Officer’s Academy. Before that, you had avoided it somewhat. The royal blue sheets that represented the house you resided in would envelop your body that had become fatigued due to training in the best ways possible and the desk on which laid an array of spellbooks and quills would invite you to a fascinating session of studying that would prepare you for class the next day.

They were all but a reminder of a time of peace, something your war-ridden mind didn’t allow you to reminisce. With everything going on, it was much too difficult to think positively. The Kingdom army was so microscopic in power when compared to the Empire, each day you wondered if this time it would fall. But it didn’t. Not yet at least.

And despite your grim headspace, you still returned to your room each night.

Everything was just as you remembered, albeit just a tad dustier. With little arrangements you did the first time you returned,  it looked as it once did. Just as you remembered.

Ever since the war began, you could never actually fall asleep properly, no matter where you rested. Your thoughts would just swirl in your troubled head, trying to make some sense of things that occurred. Yet, when you were surrounded by the familiar scenery, it brought you some sense of calm.

Perhaps your mind was merely trying to grasp something that used to comfort you, you weren’t sure, but you would be lying to yourself if you claimed that you felt nothing like you used to. The only thing that was missing, was his presence next to you.

Your gaze fell to your hands on your lap, the moonlight providing the illumination in your room. You could have lit a few lanterns, but your eyes had already gotten used to the darkness. That, and you were tired. However, not tired enough to change into something more comfortable to sleep in.

Your mind was on him, as it often was during this time of hardship. Your heart broke at the sight of him, how far he had gone down in his path for revenge. His cold stare that was framed by his tired eyes sent shivers down your spine every time it landed on you, and it wasn’t often. He would only ever acknowledge you if you voiced your opposing opinion on his irrational plans that were fueled by his burning desire to have the emperor’s head on a silver platter.

Was he still the same person behind those dull eyes of his, you often wondered. Was his mind so clouded by unrelenting vengeance that he had forgotten himself? This, and many more questions floated in your mind when you were left alone with them. You missed him and the connection you used to have with him. How you used to enjoy a cup of the most luxurious tea the monastery had to offer, how you used to exchange glances during class and how he used to hold your hand with the utmost care, being mindful of his strength with which he could have easily broken it.

All of the things you once had, were lost to time. You frowned at the thought, gripping the fabric of your pants tightly.

You almost didn’t hear the faint knock on your door, but when you did, you looked in its direction. Strange. You didn’t think anyone would want to see you during this late of an hour. Then again, you remembered Byleth mentioning something about an issue they wished to discuss with you. What a peculiar time for that though. Still, it wasn’t like you were getting any sleep soon, so, with a small sigh, you headed for the door.

Upon opening it, however, you weren’t met with the stoic face of the professor, but with a familiar one that had drowned in despair a long time ago.

Your eyes widened. He stared at you, but his one visible eye was distant as if he only saw a fraction of your smaller form. His large frame towered over you, his long cape that swayed in the cold wind draped on his broad shoulders. No words came from between his lips as he stood there, which left you on your own in trying to figure out the reason for his late visit.

Surely, given his mental state, he would not just come to see you for no reason at all. And that’s when you noticed it.

The crack in his armor that ran across his upper arm looked vicious, the dried up blood staining the dark and sturdy material meant to protect him. Someone must have really wanted him dead.

You swallow quietly and let him in, the whole situation suddenly feeling very familiar. Yes, this had happened before. Multiple times. He would show up, often unannounced, a fresh, nasty injury covering some part of his body. And you would always treat it.

He stepped in and immediately headed towards your bed, on which he had so often sat. Closing the door, you turned to him, eyes frowned in concern. But you didn’t say anything. There was nothing to say. Nothing to add, nothing to take away. Just him, getting ready to be treated by you once again. Just like you remembered.

As you walked towards the drawer that held the same medical kit you had used all those years ago, you heard him removing his cape and armor. It made you wonder if he had even allowed himself the chance to come out of his hard shell during the five long years he had been plagued by his demons.

When you turned back towards him, you saw a broken man. Scars covered his now exposed upper body, not a strange sight to you. You had seen him like this many times before. This time though, there were no sheepish chuckles or reassurances. Just silence.

You sat down next to him, eyes examining the vile injury on his left bicep. His face remained neutral, he did not even so much as glance at you. Your heart ached at that, but some part of you clung to a slight spark of hope. He did come to you by his own free will, the stinging pain in his arm perhaps worsening as the day went on. Even if he in his broken mind was merely using you for his own gain, you appreciated the chance to be this close to him again.

Dimitri did not even flinch when he felt the burning disinfectant on his wound. The only thing he could feel was the tingling sensation of your hands on his skin. He missed it. How your hands so gently and carefully cleaned his injury, how your focused eyes would sometimes glance at him. He did not dare to look back and kept his eyes at his feet.

“It’s… Pretty deep.”

Your attempt at initiating a conversation falls on deaf ears as you receive no response from the prince. It was to be expected, you were sure he had no desire to engage in something so meaningless. You knew how his mind was. He was determined to reach the single goal that seemed to drive him mad. It saddened you, but there was little to be done. All you could do now was to treat his wound like you used to,

Dimitri knew what would happen next, the sound of you opening the box once again telling him more than your words could. He paid you no mind as you prepared the needle and by this point, you knew he was more than expecting it. But you wanted to say it. You wanted to say that his wound would need to be sewn. You wanted to say something.

Nothing came out of your mouth.

Despite the thick air of dread, the way his body tensed up ever so slightly when the needle pierced his skin was the same. You could swear you heard the slightest grunt in the back of his throat. Just like you remembered.

You spared him another glance before beginning your work, sewing the wound shut just as you had done so many times before. The first time you had been nervous and the result had been so sloppy, you advised him to go to professor Manuela for a better set of stitches. Back then, he insisted that yours was just fine, most likely out of the kindness in his heart. The wound ended up opening again a few days later.

You almost smiled at the memory as you carefully sewed his arm, your hands more than used to the motion. At this point, you were sure you could do it with your eyes closed. 

Dimitri let out a sigh most likely trying to cope with the discomfort without using his inhuman strength. That’s all he had been doing these days, breaking limbs, crushing bones, all the while the screams in his head got louder and louder, no matter how many corpses he piled up for them. Yet, they were strangely quiet at this moment.

He glanced at you properly for the first time that night. Your eyes were solely focused on tending to his injury, not a shred of resentment apparent in your (E/C) eyes. He noticed the way your eyebrows were frowned and the way your hands so delicately ran across his scarred skin. He looked away, thinking your kindness was undeserved. Yet here you were, selflessly helping him in his time of need. Just like he remembered.

You gave the now closed wound a final look before cutting the thread and finishing up your work. You ran your thumb along the surface of the sewn-up cut. It looked like just about any other wound you had patched up. This was the part where he would turn to you smiling and thank you for your help. But there was none of that tonight. You merely gave him a slight nod to let him know you were finished.

Something akin to discomfort stuck to you as you noticed him not even taking a look at his treated wound. Anxiety twisted your insides uncomfortably when he reached to grab the armor he had abandoned. This was not how it was supposed to be. This was not how you remembered.

Before you had time to process your thoughts fully, your body moved on its own out of desperation, and you grabbed his hand.

He flinched at the action and you were sure his instincts told him to break your arm. But he didn’t. He merely turned to you, though his eye burned with something you did not want to see in them.

But you held on, giving his calloused hand a squeeze.

“Don’t go. Please.”

That’s all you said. All you could say. You could not bear the thought of him leaving and continuing on in his dangerously brutal path. You did not want things to go back as they had been for the past five years. You wanted things to be like you, both of you, remembered them to be.

Something inside the prince shifted at your words, how trembling and lonely your voice was. He looked at you, his eye shifting between your hand and your gaze, conflict raging within him. You saw how uncomfortable he was, but you didn’t care. You missed the feeling of his hand on yours, you missed him.

You placed your other hand on top of his, trying to silently convince him to stay with you just a little longer. You pleaded with your eyes alone, looking for any signs of the man he once was. But you saw none. Only confusion mixed with distress.

“Please,” you pleaded again, fighting the tears that threatened to fall from your eyes.

Dimitri’s eye twitched and he quickly snatched his hand away from yours, the conflicting feelings overwhelming his vulnerable mind. His body began to tremble and in your worried state, you mistakenly attempted to get closer to him. It was too close.

“Do not touch me!”

You flinched as he stood up quickly, all the previous calmness he may have had disappearing completely. He looked at you with such fury you were sure that it alone would kill you.

Regret latched onto you as he began making his way to the door, the tears finally running down your cheeks. You wanted to stop him and make him stay, but he was out of reach in so many ways, it broke your heart.

The door slammed shut and you were once again left alone with your thoughts. Burying your hands in your hair you sobbed quietly, wondering if things would ever go back to how they used to be.

So close, you had been so close to the Dimitri you once knew. Yet at the same time, somewhere deep within you knew that bringing him back might have been impossible. But you had to try. For you missed the tender moments you shared with him. You wanted them back.

Because this was not how you remembered them.