Hello! I'm new here, I don't know if you're still taking requests, but if so, I'd like to request headcanons or scenario (whichever you think is best), from Dimitri or Claude in the post-timeskip, with a reader who has a crush on them, but who is extremely shy, like Komi-san's personality (I don't know if you know her 😅). People often think the reader is cold, but in reality she just can't talk because she's too shy.
I haven't written for fire emblem in a while but so I hope I'm not rusty
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When you both were students, Claude had been unable to figure you out like he had with his other peers. At first, it had piqued his curiosity, as he didn't like to brag, but Claude would like to think that he could get a good read on people at least.
When he had offered you a chance to join him years later, he was much more surprised to learn of your unique personality. Many thought you were outright rude, even still, as you often kept to yourself. Conversations were most often one-sided, with you providing short answers or only nodding your head. Of course, Claude knew people would assume regardless on if you truly meant it or not.
They didn't see how your eyes lit up whenever he snuck you an extra serving of your favorite dish, nor how you cracked a bit of a smile when he set a swindling merchant on his way when they tried to scam you, only for the merchant to lose out on the deal in the end. A part of Claude couldn't help but feel a little proud that only he was privy to such things. Even so, the heir to the alliance knew that you didn't purposefully do things to seem standoffish.
But you had your moments of hidden kindness. If Leonie needed new wire to restring her bow, it would be conveniently left in a spot you knew she'd be in. If Ignatz needed paints that would've been harder to get due to the conflict, then somehow he had fresh pots of them.
Upon confrontation one day, you had all but fled the scene. Claude, of course, never knowing when to leave well enough alone, followed you. And the rest was history.
"Claude, stop it!" You hiss as he simply smiles knowingly at you. Onlookers watched in shock as he took you by hand to stand in the middle of the freshly restored hall. It was a celebratory scene, the alliance having won and whatnot. He had bowed before you, kissing your knuckles. All but announcing who you were to him without saying it out loud. A melodic sounding laugh leaves him, as he stands now, pulling you as close as propriety allows.
Strings of instruments are plucked, music begins again. Claude leads in the dance, despite your chagrin. Other couples begin to join, prompted by your unofficial lead.
Your heated face does not deter Claude's advances either. If anything, it goads him on, his watchful eyes careful as you follow him in a waltz. For once you're relieved your two left feet do not seem to make an appearance.
Of course, that’s quickly rectified when Claude, rather unceremoniously, dips you and presses a kiss to your lips in front of the other attendees.
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When it came to your silence, Dimitri understood it was more than you thought he would. When you’d sit on a nearby bench, or rather it could have been rubble for all he knew, you were not perturbed by his ramblings.
In a way, he almost thought it was a way to show him that, in your own way, you too saw him.
Once, he had seen you standing in the back of the group, as Hanneman went on his current lecture of magic and their relativity to crests. You were quietly taking notes, and your current table partner had all but given up at making any kind of conversation, as you simply stared, nodded or shook your head at any questions.
It was a small thing, how your solemnity spoke over your voice. Although he flushed at remembering Hanneman’s clipped tone when asking what the then Prince found so interesting that he was interrupting the lesson.
He had found a note in messy scrawl, first an apology, then the next, a small diagram of the lesson’s more complex equations. He’d seen you quickly leaving the scene, leaving him to ponder.
Now, years later, you were sitting beside him. Dimitri’s cold silence was a bitter thing. But you had remained. Something like guilt twists inside of him, but he cannot find the words to properly convey his feelings.
His mouth opens and closes, but no words come out. Instead, you take the first words.
“Annette made you these,” Your voice is a soft thing. Raspy almost, most likely from a lack of use. So quiet that if it was not just the two of you in this dilapidated chapel, he’d have to strain himself to hear it.
A bundled cloth is placed in his hands, he felt warmth, as he’d removed his gloves, while you got to work mending them. As he carefully untied it, he saw steaming bread rolls. Despite himself, hunger rumbled in his gut.
You make no sound that is laughter or derision. As you simply thread the needle to sew. You watch as he tears into the rolls, few bits of steam that make you blink in surprise more than anything.
The napkin is folded neatly when he’s done. As though he’s remembered himself being with present company. You trade him for newly mended gloves.
“Thank you,” He finally mumbles.
You only nod, placing the folded napkin in a bag that you had with you. The small box of needles and thread had been placed away there too. You’re all packed and ready to go.
But you don’t leave.
You don’t pull away when Dimitri’s fingers brush against yours either. A tap then two, as you both sit quietly. The moon is hidden by the clouds for a moment as you look up at the sky. Then your expression softens when the clouds finally clear up.
The moon was beautiful.
