An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Fandom: FE3H
Pairing: Dimilix
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 4,189
Summary:
"Isn't it obvious?" Sylvain leaning in closer and dropping his voice feels like a threat all its own. "If it was me, and I broke my right arm? I'd be going crazy. How is he supposed to jerk off?"
The cup of water had only been halfway to his mouth, and still Felix almost drops it.
for Romeo for the 2025 Dimilix Exchange!!!! Originally posted over on bluesky :D
I was lucky enough to write one of my favorite fic genres, pseudo-academia, for The Dimilix Wedding Book!! It's the 300h anniversary of King Dimitri I's coronation, and historians' debates around the King and the Duke's very affectionate relationship are heating up...
The Dimilix Wedding Book is almost 300 pages strong, featuring gorgeous art and stunning fic about Dimilix getting married every way they possibly can. Preorders run for another two days (closing on March 20th)!! 💙⚔️💙🐗💙
Baby, bro, child, dude, you’ve seen most of it, you’re my fe3h guy of all time, however… ty so much for asking so I have smth to share so here are some of my favourite bits:
‘Felix is gonna be so happy.’ Dimitri thought cheerily as he grabbed the handle of their frying pan from the cabinet.
Dimitri pulled out the frying pan from under the rest of their cookware and everything in the cabinet clattered out onto the floor with a loud crash.
‘Oh goodness.’ Dimitri sighed as he went to restack the cookware. It was probably fine, Felix wasn’t a very heavy sleeper, but his room was far from the kitchen. He needed Felix to stay asleep so he could surprise him.
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‘Oh, shoot.’ Dimitri thought as he placed their carton of eggs and butter on the counter. He hadn’t done this by himself yet and he’d forgotten to pen down instructions the last time someone had fried an egg with him.
He picked up his phone and paused the old rock song he hadn’t heard before and opened his messaging app.
Ashe my friend, could you please remind me how long to fry an egg for?
Thank you,
Dimitri :)
Dimitri waited as Ashe typed, the three dots jumping in place of his message.
It’s Dedue, apologies. Ashe is asleep right now but I heard his phone go off while fetching something I left in his room. Please make sure the pan is at medium heat and has a small amount of either oil or butter melted in it. Crack the egg into a shallow bowl and then slide it into the pan so you can start over if the yolk breaks or pick out any pieces of shell. Once the egg is in the pan, watch the edges of the white for crisp browning. You want semi-soft yolk, solid white, and a crispy brown bottom. You can use a spatula to slightly lift the egg to check if you are unsure if it is ready. Good luck Dimitri.
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Dimitri took an egg and lightly tapped it on the edge of the bowl like he’d seen. Perhaps not as lightly as he had intended as he pushed the egg into the edge of the bowl almost to his hand, crushing the shell in his palm, and sending yolk and egg white onto the counter and Dimitri’s apron.
Dimitri sighed, the bowl was a good idea.
He washed the bits of egg and shattered shell out of the bowl and off the counter and tried again.
This time he managed to get most of the egg in the bowl, but the yolk was absolutely decimated and full of bits of shell.
Third attempt. A broken yolk again, less shell though.
Dimitri looked remorsefully at the carton of eggs. This was wasteful.
“Oh!” Dimitri remarked. He took a serrated butter knife and sat the egg on its side on the counter. He began to carefully saw back and forth in a line down the middle of the egg. Dimitri smiled to himself as the knife broke through the shell in a neat line. He opened the egg the rest of the way and stared at his perfect cracked egg in the bowl. Felix was gonna be pretty impressed he’d thought of that, he’d make sure to tell him when he served him the food.
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‘Oh.’ He should make some for Sylvain too. He would probably get home in an hour or two, and he would probably be hungover and maybe sad and would appreciate a full breakfast he didn’t have to cook. Dimitri brought the eggs back to the counter, he’d make more after he served Felix.
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Oh, he also needed paper towel to line the plate. He quickly doubled back to grab a few strips. On his way his arm caught the handle of the frying pan. He turned around and, without thinking, caught the falling pan halfway to the ground, its tilt poured sizzling butter on the back of his hand and fingers as the hot metal seared the palm of his hand. Dimitri instinctively yelled, dropped the pan with a loud clang and clutched his hand, now bright red and radiating–
–heat, the throbbing pain getting worse and worse, the smell of his sizzling flesh, no, not just his, he was pretty sure. Oppressive warmth pushed into him from all sides, he could barely see through the grey smoke and orange flames whipping in the air. Someone called his father’s name, and then his, quiet against the ringing in his ears from the explosion and the screams of the people falling to their fiery deaths around him.
He was twelve, he had been in the audience watching his father and stepmother speak against the backdrop of their promising political agenda for the year projected on the wall. He was in the front row, waving to his best friend’s older brother Glenn, who smiled back covertly from his position on the side of the stage. Glenn stopped smiling at him and his face contorted with concern, he said something into his mouthpiece and took a step towards Dimitri’s parents, his hand on the gun hiding holstered at his waist.
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“Dimitri!”
Dimitri looked around, he couldn’t make out anybody in this inferno, and the ringing in his ears deafened him too much to identify its owner.
“Dimitri!”
Felix walked into the kitchen frowning, rubbing his eyes. “If you’re gonna get up at ungodly hours on a Saturday at least keep it down.” He admonished harshly.
Felix continued, “What the hell are you–”
Felix rounded the corner and registered the scene in front of him. Dimitri, kneeling on the floor beside a frying pan spilling steaming eggs and butter onto the floor. He had pressed his hands into the ground and was staring at them blankly with his one good eye. His left hand was red and blistering. Tears were brimming in his eye and his breathing was quick and shallow.
“Shit.”
Felix’s expression of anger dropped like a heavy weight, wide eyed concern etching itself deep into his face, sadness softening the edges of his worried brow.
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Glenn let go of Lambert and knelt down in front of Dimitri. Holding his hand out.
“Dimitri, let’s go.”
“Dimitri,” Felix began, gingerly covering Dimitri’s burnt hand with the wet cloth.
“It’s okay,”
“I’ve got you,”
“take my hand.”
Upon getting no response, as expected, Felix gently lifted Dimitri’s hand and wrapped it in the towel, wiping off the butter still burning blisters into his hand. He watched Dimitri carefully, making sure to move slowly so as to not startle him.
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Dimitri looked up at Glenn as he ran beside him, gripping his hand tightly. His raven hair was falling around his shoulders, whatever he’d tied his hair up with was long gone.
“What happened, what’s–”
“–going on, Glenn?” Dimitri mumbled, slowly stumbling to his feet. He tightened his grip on the warm hands wrapped around his. He looked up, no, down. Amber eyes stared back at him through loose raven hair that collected around narrow shoulders. Amber?
Glenn stared back at him, his piercing blue eyes serious and hard.
“We’re not sure, we think this is an attack.”
Felix sighed tightly and cupped Dimitri’s face softly, “I’m Felix, it’s 2023, you’re safe, and–”
“–we’re going to get out of here,” Glenn continued.
“it’s going to be okay.”
AUGH I feel like put way too much to be qualified as ‘snippets’ but, them,,,,
