#dimiclaudeth

[lucrezia-dormentaire]

college student dimiclaude + prof byleth

they went for a karaoke afterward

[pleniersketches]

Well...

[golden-deer-dear]

Donation Drabble for Naturesass

“Hey, kiddo. What are you doing up?”

Claude bent down so he was on eye level with Ambrosius, the small boy rubbing his sleep filled eyes as he sniffled up at Claude. His blond hair was a complete mess, sticking up at odd angles until Claude reached out to smooth it back. 

“You have a nightmare?” Claude asked, guessing what was wrong.

Ambrosius sniffled and nodded before leaping into Claude’s arms, almost knocking him onto the kitchen flood. “Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Claude said softly, rubbing the boy’s back. “I’ve got you. It was just a bad dream, that’s all.” Ambrosius curled up closer but nodded, soaking Claude’s shirt as he cried, not that Claude minded in the least.

“There you go,” Claude said when Ambrosius’ tears had subsided back into sniffles. “See, nothing to worry about. You want to try going back to bed?”

Ambrosius clung to him and shook his head vigorously. 

“Hmm, okay, you can stay up with me but just for a little bit. After that you have to promise to try to go to sleep. Can you do that?”

Ambrosius’ eyes lit up, and he nodded so fast Claude couldn’t help but laugh. “All right, come on,” he said, standing with the little boy in his arms and settling them both on the sofa. Claude grabbed a blanket and tucked it around his own legs and Ambrosius’ small form. Claude unpaused the episode of Elementary he had been watching. Probably not too appropriate for a kid, but then….yep, there he went. Ambrosius’ little head tilted forward, chin resting against his chest, and he fell against Claude’s side. The kid was asleep before Sherlock could even finish making an ass of himself. 

He was in the middle of finding out who had committed the murder, Claude was almost certain the wife had lied about the whole situation and was more involved than she was letting on, when the front door opened slowly. Soft voice flitted in, and he looked to the side to see Dimitri holding the door open for his wife. 

“Hey,” Claude greeted softly. Then pointing down to the sleeping child at his side added, “Shh.”

Dimitri stepped around the couch, smiling down at the two of them. He reached down, effortlessly lifting his son, and stealing Claude’s blanket in the process, and carried him back to his own room. 

Byleth sat down on the couch with an umph, immediately occupying the space Ambroious had a few moments before, curling into Claude’s side. “You’re always so warm,” she whispered.

Claude chuckled and placed an arm around her, kissing the top of her head. “Long night?”

“Mmm,” Byleth hummed, nodding into his shirt. “I would prefer not to go to these PTA meetings, but Dimitri insists.”

Claude laughed softly. “I know, By. I was there for that discussion.”

Byleth lifted her head, staring up at him unamused. “You did not just have to deal with a room full of judgemental parents. It’s because of them we can’t bring you along to these things anyways,” Byleth murmured, clearly upset. 

Claude kissed her cheek this time, giving her shoulders a squeeze. It did hurt at times that he could not be included in ‘couple’ things with them, least the rest of the world go about making their lives harder, but he was content with the life they shared together.

Dimitri reentered the living room and immediately dropped onto the couch at Claude’s other side, sighing happily as he settled in. “You didn’t miss anything though,” Dimitri said. “Just Sharon wielding her power as head of the PTA board over everyone as always.”

Claude snorted, turning to kiss Dimitri’s cheek, careful to move slowly as he was on Dimitri’s blindside. “Yeah, I’d much rather hang out here with Ambrosius.” 

“Why was he out here?” Byleth asked. “Did he fall asleep after dinner again?”

“No,” Claude sighed, shaking his head. “Had a nightmare. But I took care of it.”

Byleth smiled, soft and sweet, as she lifted her head to kiss his cheek. “My hero.”

Dimitri laughed under his breath and stood, pulling Claude up with him. “Come on, let’s go to bed. It’s been a long day for everyone.”

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Moments for Us Alone, Byleth/Dimitri/Claude AU, Chapter 3: Longing

Summary:  Claude could not be more happy to have Dimitri and Byleth in Almyra. He would have two blissful months to spend with his lovers, stealing private moments that belonged only to them.             Chapter Summary:  Dimitri realizes Byleth has been hiding her desires behind Claude's own.

Notes at the end.

Read on AO3.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Dimitri closed his eye, enjoying the sun warming his face and the slim fingers gently teasing their way through his hair. Byleth’s lap made for a wonderful pillow, and his world narrowed only to her, the sounds and chatter in the gardens drowned out by his own joy. He was content.

It was no longer a strange feeling after all these years, but there were times, times when he allowed himself to dwell, that it made him uncomfortable. He could still remember the smell of death, the sight of ruby red blood staining the entire world; he could hear the echoes of the dead despite their voices laying dormant for what felt like a lifetime now. This was so much more than he deserved ---

He started when those gentle hands moved to the sides of his face, Byleth’s thumbs smoothing over the worry lines that marred his face. “You were losing yourself there, love.”

Her voice was gentle, so full of understanding and love Dimitri could do nothing else but cling to it. She hummed a simple tune while Dimitri used it as a lifeline to pull himself back from the darkness. The voices of the past were never fully silent, they would rear their ugly heads again, but he was learning to step back from the edge. He was only grateful that this time it was easier to do so than others.

When he was once more relaxed in her embrace, Byleth moved her hands back to play with his hair. “You should sing more often,” Dimitri whispered, the barest quiver breaking his voice at the last word. “I always forget how soothing your voice is.” He opened his eye again to be met with the sight of Byleth smiling down gently at him.

“I already receive enough attention,” she answered. “But I will sing for you if you want my to.”

Dimitri reached up to place a hand at the back of her head. Byleth, needing no further urging, leaned down and brought their lips together. It was soft, a reminder that she was there and always would be, containing all the little things Dimitri loved about her.

A shriek caused them to tear apart, adrenaline pulling their muscles taunt as they reached for weapons that were not there. Trained eyes scanned the garden for signs of trouble.

Trouble turned out to be a child Claude was currently lifting over his head. The young boy shouted again, laughing and tangling two small hands into Claude’s hair. A gaggle of other small children surrounded him, all laughing and smiling in obvious delight.

“You’ll need a better plan than that if you want to defeat me!” Claude announced, being met with more screams of joy.

Dimitri chuckled as he watched his husband, a smile on his lips when Claude’s bright laugh cut across the garden. He opened his mouth to say something to Byleth, but the words died on his tongue. She looked at the happy group with sorrow written clearly across her face.

It was a look he was seeing more and more often.

This time it was Dimitri’s turn to reach up and caress Byleth’s face. She leaned into his touch gratefully. “Beloved?”

“I’m fine, Dimitri. Really.” She did not sound convincing at all. He caught the flutter of her hand before she stopped herself, her fingers twitching toward her flat stomach. 

Dimitri did not remove his hand. “Marianne and Mercedes did not say you were unable.”

“But they did not say I could either. There was no conclusion at all.” Byleth took a deep breath, attempting to school her features back to neutrality. “He is so happy right now. I know he wants one. He deserves to be a father.” Byleth shook her head and lifted away from Dimitri’s hand. “We’ve tried for so long.”

“He is happy with us, that will not change,” Dimitri assured her. He moved his hand to play with the ends of her hair, passing the mint green strains through his fingers. I’m right here, he said without words, knowing she would understand his message. I’m here. “You have given us both so much already, neither of us would ever think to ask for more. You could never disappoint us, Byleth,” he told her, addressing the one thing he knew she feared about the whole situation the most. “Never.”

When she sighed and leaned her head down, Dimitri grasped her chin, his thumb pressed against her lips. She rewarded him with a quick kiss. “And goddess knows, he is only too happy to keep trying,” Dimitri teased.

Byleth gave him the smallest of smiles, but the sorrow did not leave her eyes; eyes still glued to Claude. One of the children positioned herself behind the king and pulled back her leg. Dimitri both laughed and winced as the girl’s foot connected with Claude’s shin. Claude yelped, overshadowed only by the girl’s mother shouting her name.

“MAYA!”

Claude ignored the horrified woman, instead bringing the boy he was still holding down to tuck under one arm. With a swift motion he scooped up the girl and held her under his other arm. Both children screamed with mirth, their small feet kicking out behind the king. “An ambush, huh? I’m just going to have to deal with that swiftly and severely.”

Claude ran around the gardens with the two children, eventually ending up by a fountain. Dimitri could not hear what Claude said, but based on the way the children started shrieking, he guessed his fellow king had threatened to drop them in the water.

With another laugh, like dropping honey into tea, Claude repositioned both children so he could cradle them each in one arm, both clinging to his shoulders as he marched them back towards their parents. The rest of the children who had followed him scattered as Claude neared the adult nobles.

“Maya!” Dimitri could hear the child’s mother scolding again. “What were you thinking?”

Dimitri saw Kasra come up to the woman and place a steady hand on her elbow. Standing together, Dimitri could see the resemblance between them, and guessed she was either his daughter or niece.

“I’ll overlook it this time,” Claude told her. His voice was light, and that disarming smile was on his lips, but his eyes were calculating. He leaned down, his attention seemingly fully on the girl, but Dimitri knew his words were more meant for the adults standing beside him. “With a kick like that I wouldn’t be surprised if you became a great warrior. And I need great warriors in my elites.”

Maya jumped, bouncing on her toes. “I’ll train everyday!” she promised.

Claude nodded, but held up a hand, silently getting Maya to stop bouncing (although the girl still managed to practically vibrate with energy). “But the main duty of my elites is to protect me and my family. Which means no more kicking royals, okay?”

Maya nodded, serious in only the way a small child could be. “I promise, Your Majesty.”

Claude graced her with a smile and patted her head before his attention turned to his lovers. The smile dropped ever so slightly when his eyes landed on Byleth. He excused himself from a few nobles who were trying to gain his attention and began to make his way over to them.

Dimitri looked back up at Byleth, who was scrambling through emotions, which only made Claude’s pace quicken. It was a rather upsetting sight on such a usually stoic face, even if she was more open with her emotions than she had been when they first met.

“Beloved,” he said softly, redrawing Byleth’s attention to him. “He isn’t the only one who really wants one, is he?”

Byleth opened her mouth, but no words came forth. He knew Byleth realized he was referring to her and not himself. She had tried so hard to hide her own longing, masking it as another’s want, but Dimitri had just shattered her mask.

Claude dropped down onto their blanket before she could answer. “What are you two talking about that has you looking so distressed?” He leaned in close to Byleth, trying to comfort her with his nearness.

Dimitri placed a hand on Claude’s shoulder, the pressure he exerted bringing the other man down to lay beside him, using Byleth’s other knee as a pillow. Her hand immediately began to play with Claude’s hair as well before she could even think about it. 

“We’ll try again tonight, beloved. We’ll try.”

Understanding flashed over Claude’s eyes. Even though Dimitri could not see Claude take Byleth’s hand and gently kiss the tips of her fingers due to his blind eye, he could feel Claude’s other hand hold take hold of his. “It’s fun to try anyways.”

Dimitri laughed and smiled up at Byleth. “See? What did I tell you?”

Byleth finally allowed herself a deep breath, the tension releasing from her shoulders. They stayed like that until Nader came over to tell them they had to get up or else they’d cause everyone to be late for dinner.

Dimitri’s concern came back when, after he found his feet again, he looked back to see Byleth still sitting with a hint of pain on her face. “Byleth, what’s wrong?”

Claude and he were immediately at her side, but Byleth just shook her head. “My legs are asleep,” she pouted.

Dimitri blinked. Claude snorted. Unable to hide his laughter, Claude shook his head and began to massage one of her legs. Dimitri joined him, rubbing feeling back into her other leg. Byleth winced, but allowed them to pamper her.

Dimitri suspected she had regained feeling in her legs again long before she told them she was fine. Not that he minded. Not at all.

[golden-deer-dear]

If you want prompts for dimiclaudeth, how about all three of them cuddling in the winter?

It’s no secret that Claude hates the cold. He tucks himself into Dimitri’s fur lined cloak, snuggling close to the other man. Dimitri turns his head to look at Claude, a mixture of surprised exasperation in his blue eye. Byleth, although not nearly as affected by the cold, seems to like Claude’s idea and curls against Dimitri’s other side. With two people pressed against him, it is almost too hot for Dimitri, but he will endure. Byleth reaches out, intertwining her fingers with Claude’s and resting their hands over Dimitri’s heart. He feels peace, and can want for nothing more.

[golden-deer-dear]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary: His mother had whispered stories to him, unbelievable tales of the world blooming into color whenever the hero’s eyes met their one true love. They lived in a world of shades of grey, but as soon as they came across the one person their soul was connected to, they saw colors for the first time.

Tags: Soulmates, color blindness

Notes: Couldn't focus on any of my current projects, but still wanted to write, so I used a prompt generator. Gave me an idea for soulmates, and I decided to through Dimitri in as well because it's been awhile since I've shown him some love.

[golden-deer-dear]

I really need to write something sweet and happy after that last update. Anyone want to send me a prompt for claudeth or dimileth, or even all three of them together, that'd be great. I'll probably only fill a couple because this week is really busy, but I need something to just get the sad out of my writing.

[golden-deer-dear]

Moments for Us Alone, Byleth/Dimitri/Claude AU, Chapter 4: Spar

Summary:  Claude could not be more happy to have Dimitri and Byleth in Almyra. He would have two blissful months to spend with his lovers, stealing private moments that belonged only to them.            Chapter Summary: Claude and Dimitri have a sparring match.

Notes at the end.

Read on AO3.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Claude was up to something. His fingers lingered on a lance, stroking it in a way one would associate more with a lover than a weapon. Dimitri frowned at him, which only caused his husband to smirk wider. Claude moved on from the lance, pausing to look over a training sword, before he eventually settled on an axe. 

Dimitri simply watched the whole process, leaning against his own lance. Claude would never go head to head with him with a lance. He could maybe hold his own with a sword, but years of sparring with Byleth had left both of them with quite a bit of experience in that area. No, if Claude was not using a bow, his next weapon of choice was usually the axe. He always did seem to enjoy a bit of unpredictability, but there was too much riding on this simply match for Claude to act carelessly now.

Members of the Almyran court surrounded the sand covered ring, Dimitri’s own party cheering him on from the sidelines. At the front of them all stood Byleth, looking more like an instructor than an eager spectator. Over the past few days, Dimitri had come to understand just how much the Almyran truly valued strength. Claude could not afford to lose this match, nor could he afford to avoid the match outright. Either way he would be seen as weak, and his hold on the throne would slip. 

That did not mean Dimitri was going to make it easy for Claude. 

“Ready?” Claude asked in a light tone.

Dimitri raised his brows at his husband. “I’ve been waiting on you for quite some time now.” He swung his lance out into a ready position, preparing for whatever Claude was about to throw at him.

“Well now I just feel like I’ve been rude,” Claude teased. He gave the axe a few test swings as he moved to square off with Dimitri.

“Not that that’s ever made you feel bad,” Dimitri shot back, his own lips twitching upward in a matching smirk. 

Claude held a hand to his heart in mock hurt. “I think I’ve been a bad influence for you, your kingliness.”

“You’re only now noticing that?”

On silent agreement, their next retorts were the clash of blunted steel. Dimitri, with his longer reach, stabbed his lance at Claude’s center. Claude swung his axe, catching the lance and forcing it to the side. Claude moved with the momentum, attempting to sneak in closer to Dimitri. He was forced back as Dimitri quickly let the lance drop, sweeping it out one handed across where Claude’s feet were a second before. 

“That’s new.” Claude chopped down, forcing Dimitri to raise his lance to block. 

“You’re not the only one who can come up with surprises,” Dimitri retorted.

Claude was not a weak opponent, but there were very few people who could stand up to Dimitri’s supernatural strength. With minimal effort, Dimitri pushed against Claude, forcing him back. Claude stepped to the side, and Dimitri moved to block again, cursing himself at the last moment when he realized the feint. Claude swung around, slamming the butt of the axe into Dimitri’s side.

Dimitri grunted, but held his ground. Claude took a quick step back, but Dimitri followed, determined now to go on the offensive. Muttered curses fell from Claude’s lips as Dimitri came on hard and fast, until he missed a block, taking a nasty blow to his shoulder.

Claude rolled with the momentum of the strike, falling backwards into a somersault to dodge Dimitri’s follow up strike aimed at his head. Claude popped back up inside Dimitri’s guard and swung hard, slamming the blunted blade against Dimitri’s arm.

Dimitri let loose his own curse as his fingers instinctively tried to drop the lance before he recovered. Claude took advantage of that singular moment, hooking the blade of his axe on the shaft of Dimitri’s lance. With Dimitri’s loosened grip, Claude pulled sharply. Seeing that he was about to be disarmed, Dimitri twisted the lance at the last second, causing Claude to have to readjust his own grip. 

As Claude threw Dimitri’s lance out of reach, Dimitri slammed a fist into Claude’s chest, and Claude dropped his axe as well. Claude went down hard with a grunt. One foot connected with Dimitri’s ankle, the other following up with a kick to the back of Dimitri’s knee. Dimitri allowed himself to fall, landing atop Claude. 

Dimitri tried to grapple Claude, but Claude was faster. Legs wrapped around Dimitri’s middle, and Claude’s arms followed suite around his neck, bringing Dimitri down for a bruising kiss. Dimitri froze. That was definitely not how he expected this match to end.

Claude flipped them, laughing against Dimitri’s mouth as he pinned Dimitri to the ground. Around them, whoops and cheers of delight went up from the Almyran court. It was not the most honorable victory, but then the Almyran had a different scene of honor than Faerghus. 

“Red is a good look for you, Dima,” Claude teased as he pulled away, commenting on the heat Dimitri could feel in his face. He made no move to get up from his position on top of Dimitri.

“Well, I can’t fault you for creativity,” Dimitri said. His hands reached up to tangle themselves in Claude’s hair, forcing his husband back down. Claude met his lips with an all too pleased grin, moaning against Dimitri’s lips as the other king deepened the kiss. Dimitri felt his body begin to respond to the warmth of Claude against him, and it was certainly not helped when Claude rolled his hips against Dimitri’s. 

“Ahem.” A quiet cough caused both of them to look up.

From Dimitri’s angle, Byleth was upside down, her face a careful mask of neutrality. But there in her green eyes, a bright spark of amusement. He grinned up at her, knowing Claude was doing the same.

“Care to allow me in on this little match?” Byleth asked, fingers lightly resting on the pommel of her sword. 

“Ah, might need to give a minute here, love,” Claude answered with a laugh. “Dimitri might be a little too eager for us to move at the moment.”

Byleth raised her eyebrows in surprise that Dimitri knew was completely false, and looked around the gathered crowd. “Shall I tell them all to leave?”

Claude laughed, and Byleth even chuckled softly as Dimitri’s blushed deepened. “You know, sometimes I think you two are determined to kill me.”