Apr 24, 2020
MIDNIGHT, THE STARS AND YOU.
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MIDNIGHT, THE STARS AND YOU.
For the writing prompt, 18 claude/byleth?
A/N: Just a heads up...I’ve seen nothing but the S-support and ending for BL route so i’m sorry if I know shit all about Claude. I’m playing his route now and trying my best to get him I promise. I’ll make this gender neutral since you didn’t specify any preference. Hope that’s okay.
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Comet (Claude x Byleth)
A pass time for both Claude and Byleth had always been looking to the heavens and the stars above them. Jeralt had told Byleth that they had never wanted to look down as a child, always sneaking outside of the mercenary camp to seek the stars and look at them. Claude had accompanied them when they’d joined the academy. Byleth had an unhealthy habit of staying awake simply to see them, and Claude tagged along under the guise of getting to know their new teacher better. It had stopped being about that after a while, and they’d lay in comfortable silence, under the trees of the Forbidden Forest, looking up at the stars twinkling overhead. Claude stopped talking after the second time they went out there, and Byleth had never cared much for conversation. The only time he’d spoken was after Jeralt’s death. It had been a hard night, and Claude had dragged Byleth away from their desk, holding their cold hands as they sat and looked up at the sky.
“He’s up there now, Teach. He’s with your mother and he’s happy.” Claude smiled gently, white teeth flashing. Byleth had leaned over and sobbed into his shoulder, inconsolable for a second time as they ignored the stars and clutched the man closer.
Now it was a little different. They could see the stars from their room balcony. The marble balcony was laid out with sunloungers, full of cushions and comfortable. Claude held Byleth close on top of them, slotted against their back as they called out constellations and giggled, touching noses before kisses became heated. It was one of Claude’s favourite things to have Byleth ride his dick under the stars, the cold air nipping and chilling at their skin.
The memories of it made his trousers tighten a little and he took a deep breath as he looked up at the stars over the land of Almyra. Byleth was in another continent and another country now. He had left them, in Fodlan, alone and stressed with a church to run and a new empire to help rebuild. Dimitri was seeing to the unification well, his hand easing the way for the birth of a superpower. It wasn’t a concern. He knew that Byleth had tutored the hate from his bones. His friend would never be normal, he supposed, not with the blood and trauma in his eyes. Still, his thoughts quickly returned to Byleth, cold eyes and the powers of the Goddess in their hands. He chewed his lip softly as he looked at the sky over him, wondering if they were looking at the same sky and the same stars.
He had not seen them since the peace talks. Fodlan and Almyra were allies now, and Claude was hard pressed to keep his cool under Byleth’s cold gaze, Dimitri sat by their side, equally as imposing, a giant bear of a man at the table.
“I hope you are well, Byleth…I miss you now as I look at the stars. I wish that I could have told you everything. I wanted nothing more than to have you here but…” Claude rubbed at his beard gently, sighing into the cool night air, the marble balcony not the same as the ones within, what once was, the Leister Alliance territory, “You have duties. You have to rebuild that religion and make it just. Just as I have to rebuild this kingdom. I would give anything to have you here beside me so I could tell you I love you.” Claude smiled and looked up, eyes widening as he watched a comet race across the sky, twinkling and bright as it rushed past their world.
“Perhaps you should turn around then.”
Claude felt his stomach churn before he swallowed and turned around. There, in all their stoic glory, was the only one he had ever felt for. Claude’s mouth opened like a fish. Byleth chuckled before stepping closer, standing on their tip-toes to kiss Almyra’s new king.
“I love you as well, Claude.”
FIND A WAY UP INTO YOUR HEAD, SO I CAN MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE NEW AGAIN!
IT’S HALLOWEEN IN MY HEART.
‘CAUSE YOU’RE A VILLAINOUS THING, AND I DON’T THINK ANYONE KNOWS!
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