#Ignatz x reader

[glowingbadger]

hello hello, long time lurker yet this is the. first ask I'm sending if I am correct

I've absolutely adored your writing since a friend shared some of your stuff with me !!! and ever since this has been the one blog I actively check back on lol

with your celebration going on, could we the people get Y, A, and O with Ignatz?

(also congrats on 2k !!!)

(and also I hope you have a good day/night whenever you perceive this >:] )

Oh wow I feel like I have to ask you to tell your friend 'thank you' for me haha- that's super sweet! And an Ignatz lover at that! Bless.

Alphabet prompts - Ignatz (FE3H)

A (aftercare), O (oral), Y (yearning)

NSFW 18+

Aftercare: Oh Ignatz it's just such a sweetie about aftercare, to the point that he can be a bit neurotic about it. He might need to be reminded that he deserves aftercare too, and that he doesn't need to worry so much about your comfort. Once his nerves are set at-ease though, it's wonderfully intimate and warm to sit in bed together, snuggling and comfortably chatting, sharing what you enjoyed, and so on.

Oral: As one might imagine, Ignatz's greatest skill lies with his hands (those fingers are incredible), but that doesn't mean he's slacking when it comes to his tongue. While not gifted with any particular "natural talent" for it, he's dedicated to learning what you like best, and he gets so caught up in pleasuring you that he hardly needs to come up for air and won't stop until he feels your thighs shake with your climax. He's also very open to face-sitting, feeling you grind and/or thrust against his mouth until you're satisfied (just make sure he remembers to take off his glasses first).

Yearning: Ignatz, despite his meek personality, has a very healthy and active libido. He's a visually focused sort, of course, which means that all sorts of things can get his blood pumping when he sees them- when you're flush-faced and out of breath after training, when a bit of dessert clings to your lip while you eat, even just a certain arch or motion of your body at any point during the day- he'll notice, and it will stick in his mind's eye, taunting him with his lust for you until he can finally have you alone (or until you notice that he seems tense and tease him into confessing how he wants you...)

[frickingnerd]

dating ignatz & raphael

pairing: ignatz victor x gn!reader x raphael kirsten

tags: polyamorous relationship, just some wholesome fluff

a/n: i'm working on a ton of poly headcanons for different fe3h characters rn, but i'm starting off this unofficial fe3h poly/love triangle series with those underrated boys!

raphael is the one who gets the three of you together! after he notices that both him and ignatz have a crush on you, he decides that both of them should confess to you together

and when you struggled to pick just one of the two boys, it was raphael who said that you could just date both of them!

the start of your relationship was a little awkward, with ignatz being really shy around you and raphael often being the one who made the first moves

but eventually, you got used to having two boyfriends at once and even ignatz grew more comfortable around you

dates with the two of them are a little difficult, as raphael always wants to take the two of you for training, which isn't very romantic

and ignatz ideal date includes drawing you, which sounds fun at first, until you have to sit still for two hours without moving

so usually, the three of you go for a walk, eat something together or take a trip into town for dates! the simpler, the better!

most of your time is spent as a trio, but on certain occasions, you'll have dates with just one boy at a time. birthdays are such occasions!

the three of you have a rather calm relationship, with rarely any fights and conflicts. and even then, ignatz and raphael never raise their voices and they always calmly discuss their problems with you

the three of you have plans to eventually settle down, with raphael opening an inn and ignatz making it big as a painter

you want a quiet and fulfilling live and with those two by your side, you'll surely have one!

[snowy-nostalgia]

“Drawings of you” a modern Ignatz Victor x Reader fanfiction

(This is very self indulgent and I love writing fics like this, enjoy)

“My muse.” That’s what you were to him, though he could never tell you that, in fear of you being creeped out by his affinity towards you. He had drawn and painted you many times, but you never knew. God forbid if you ever saw them, it would put him in a full blown heart attack. He was your best friend, and he wanted to keep it that way. The thought of doing something that would make you not wanna be his friend anymore, or ruining your friendship by confessing, would kill him. He wanted to keep things the way they were, seeing your smiling face everyday, or comforting you when you’re low, laughing with you, drawing with you. It was perfect just the way it was, even though he wanted it to be more with every fiber of his being.

You had known each other for a few years. It was pretty corny how you met, you saw him drawing in the park and asked if you could join him, sketchbook in hand. When he looked up at you all he saw was an angel. His jaw would have dropped if he didn’t compose himself mentally. He smiled at you, and the smile felt warm, kind. “Sure!” He said, “It’s always nice to meet other artists.” He chirped, patting the patch of grass next to him for you to sit. During the few hours you drew together, you learned he was going to the university not too far from the park. You weren’t a student there, and as you told him he almost looked disappointed. He was hoping he’d get to see you everyday, but he wouldn’t say that, it’d be awfully bold to say on the first meeting. You did, however, exchange numbers. As you parted ways, he hoped you two would see each other more often. And well, you did.

On the days he didn’t have classes, he’d spend them with you. Whether that was in person, through online voice calls, or through games. Every hour he spent with you, he only wanted more. He always felt like time went by too fast, and the feelings he felt for you only made it harder. He could only dream that you felt the same. And what he didn’t know was that you had the exact feelings towards him. Whenever you talked to him, his voice made your heart flutter, well, everything about him gave you butterflies. His face, his personality, how soft his hands were when they’d graze yours. You also admired his art, every brush stroke, every sketch, was pure perfection. You always told him how you wished you had his talent, meanwhile he’d say the same to you. Not only had he been drawing you in secret, but you were drawing him as well. You usually hid them in a box under your bed, so he could hopefully never find them. The mutual pining was almost unbearable to everyone else.

Whenever he’d visit you after his shift at his family’s store, he’d bring you little gifts. Usually candy or drinks you liked. His father began to notice this, and began teasing him before he’d leave to see you, “When are you going to tell them you have a crush on them already?” “Dad, will you please?!” Ignatz would always respond defensively. He didn’t want anyone to know, so they couldn’t tell you. And when his friends started picking up on how he was basically twirling his hair while talking about you, they became insufferable. He knew he couldn’t introduce you to them at this point, in fear of the secret slipping.

It started to almost kill him as the feelings grew deeper. If he didn’t tell you soon he’d blow up for sure. Enough was enough, he HAD to tell you, even if that meant you’d leave him. He came up with an idea. An art date, that’s what he’d do. Just like the day you met, he’d ask you to come to the park with him. He called you up to plan for your meetup the next day. You loved the idea, as you two hadn’t drawn together in a few weeks. As he hung up, you started kicking your feet on your bed in excitement. Getting to see him, and better yet, at the place you met, made your heart pound, in a good way.

He picked you up from your house the next day, and you had packed your backpack full of art supplies, as did he. When you got to the park, somehow the exact spot you two sat in all those years ago was completely free. In fact, no one was near that spot at all. He threw down a blanket, and you two splayed out your art supplies. You two sat in comfortable silence, sketching away. Well, almost comfortable. He was sitting in a way where you couldn’t see what was in his sketchbook, as a surprise. He was drawing you, exactly the way you were sitting. His plan was to show it to you and confess. His hands were shakey, and his heart was pounding, he almost started sweating while trying to make sure you couldn’t see what he was drawing. You hadn’t noticed, as you were deep into your own art. After about 2 hours, he finally deemed the artwork perfect. He took a deep breath, and shyly began to speak. “(Y/N)?” He gently touched your arm. “Yeah, Iggy?” You said with a smile. He took another breath as he turned his sketchbook to face you. “I did this… for you.” As soon as you saw it you were awestruck. “Aww, Iggy, you did that for me? It’s perfect!” You exclaimed, laying your hand on his. “Well, it’s not as perfect as you.” He said quietly, trying to muster up the courage to confess. Your face became pink, and you smiled sweetly. “I’ve been wanting to say this for so long, but I was scared you wouldn’t want to be my friend anymore but… I love you, (Y/N)! I love you…” To say you looked shocked was an understatement, your eyes were wide, your mouth slightly open. He put his sketchbook down and hung his head. He started to tear up, until you kissed his cheek. You nearly tackled him in a hug. “Oh Iggy! I thought it was just me!” You cried out, squeezing him tight. He hugged you back, burying his face in your neck, tears were falling from his eyes. But they weren’t just happy tears, they were tears of pure joy.

[cartoonistcoop]

ShortBox Comics Member Interview: Seosamh Dáire

Throughout the month of October, the Cartoonist Cooperative will be sharing interviews with members of the Co-op who have a new comic available at the ShortBox Comics Fair 2024! 

NOTE: The Cartoonist Cooperative is not affiliated, associated, authorized, endorsed by, or in any way formally connected with ShortBox.  

Today’s spotlight is Seosamh Dáire ( @saint_vagrant ) and their new comic for ShortBox, THE SOLAR SYSTEM.

We’d love it if you could introduce yourself and tell us about your background in comics.

Seosamh Dáire: Hey thanks for having me! I’m Seosamh Dáire, aka Joe (him/sé.) i have a BFA in Illustration, but more importantly I made a 200-page comic when I was 13 about fantasy angels, and after all that work, dropped it unceremoniously when I realised it wasn’t gay enough. So i’ve been filling the void ever since. Ironically, part of filling the void necessitates making comics about holes, like mine and my partner Anka’s ongoing sci-fi story SUPERPOSE. Recently I was part of the Ignatz-nominated HOME anthology, a collection of autobiographical comics about being of or in Ireland. My work is largely targeted toward mature readers, and last year I made the short 18+ comics TERESIAN for the Noah’s Ark anthology and OSHA VIOLATION (just for fun) and contributed illustrations to the BOOK OF SHADOWS anthologies.

I’ve been making little comics for most of my life, but now i make bigger comics. SUPERPOSE launched in 2016 so even if the clock started at that moment, I’ve been at it for a minute.

Tell us more about your new comic?

SD: Told in a little over 100 black and white pages, THE SOLAR SYSTEM is a trans/anti-military/sci-fi comic set in four timelines. There is Jack, equal parts soldier and experiment, and his mother and father, at odds with what they have made. He meets Nour, a displaced prodigy sniper, an intended footnote in the list of consequences of his parents’ work. With Jack as a vassal and Nour a resistance soldier, they find each other on opposite sides every time in a fight over the control of a superweapon, whose detonation puts the timelines into motion.

Tell us about your creative process; how did you develop this comic and what are the steps you took to bring it to the final stage?

SD: As with most of my work, I got smacked over the head with the frying pan of an idea and immediately went for it. There were some loose concepts floating around prior, but my acceptance to the fair gave me an excuse to solidify it. I wrote (plotted out, scripted) three different versions—I like each one tremendously. THE SOLAR SYSTEM is the third pass, and actually incorporates aspects of that process in the story itself by way of distinct but interconnected parts. the format also took a lot of concentration, as it’s all interwoven, and while not linear, i wanted each next thing to unfold naturally from the last.

The development of the story held all my focus, whereas art was less of a concern since I didn’t expect to draw in a different style, but rather make myself comfortable with a different level of finish, and confined myself to only a couple select tools to accomplish this. It’s the first comic I’ve made using Clip Studio, drawn straight into it without using anything other than a few modified brushes. Then I finished (text/dialogue, any extra painting or effects) in Photoshop.

I value the time I spend fleshing out each character regardless of how much they feature—how they move and how talk, their idiosyncrasies, are all so vivid to me and finding a way to make that as real to a reader as it is to me is part of the fun. I love challenging myself with “what if?” or “if x then y” and making connections that way, heightening the significance between elements, editing and cutting them together to build to each “aha, there it is” moment; I know it when I see it! Ultimately, even if the themes and ideas of the work aren’t identifiable at first, I care most about conveying emotion and that telling a story. Seeing a stranger cry and not knowing why can still stir you all the same. I do think the comic reveals more upon each return, though…

My comic did require a fair amount of research, which is something for which I enjoy any excuse to do. Starting off broadly helps me narrow with more intentionality, although it can get a bit overwhelming—there really is always more to know, and it takes me some time to find a solid place to settle. For reading, I revisited old and new writing/listening from Irish socialists as well as that in the Caucasus, and destabilisation by American interests, also referred to some surreal papers on combat tactics by American colonels which is unsettling stuff, but endlessly interesting.

I owe much inspiration to the IRA, PFLP, YPG/PKK, and Soviet partisans, among many others. 

Do you have any creative rituals or routines to prepare yourself to make comics?

SD: As much as I seek out new resources, I return to the things I’ve always loved. It reminds me what drives me—I’m very emotionally, creatively satisfied even just by select moments within a larger work, such that I get something new out of the experience every time even if it doesn’t directly apply to the project. I rewatched Into The West, The Manchurian Candidate (2004 version), the Escaflowne film, Spriggan, Solaris, I watched Heat… and then rewatched the ending of Heat. Obsession is my ritual, really.

Read the rest of the interview HERE! And dont forget to check out the Shortbox Comics Fair to support these lovely creators!!

[yanderehsr]

Assalaam alaikum (its a traditional greeting from where I’m currently staying) This is my angsty request:

Can I request yandere ex-fiance sylvain x betrothed reader. For context, Sylvain and reader were betrothed at a young age by their families to conjoin the families. We all know how sylvain hated being his family and seen as crest stud so he will hate reader too who bears a crest and is part of the reason why he is being force to marry early. Reader on the other hand is dutifully fulfilling their role as sylvain’s fiancé as they don’t want any of their siblings to suffer in their place. Reader cooks sylvain’s favorite food, invites him for teas and all kinds of couple activities. Sylvain being himself decides to flirt with other girls despite having a fiancé already and is skirt chaser with new girls every week just to spite reader and his father. Seeing how their fiancé doesn’t even respect them as a person and is often caught in indecent scandals, reader is hurt as they’re the only ones trying to make something good in the unfortunate situation but is hated by sylvain. One day reader after being stood up by sylvain once again is comforted by one of the kinder students (ashe, dedue or ignatz even) and they fell genuinely in love with the student. How does sylvain feel that reader is no longer trying to make the relationship work and is now interested in other men and frankly speaking replace him in their heart? How would he get the reader back?

-Thank you for reading my request (I’m so excited that you’re doing three houses, do you still remember the anon that sent the jing yuan x neglected wife reader request, that was me. It was such a long time ago, and your blog has grown since then. This request has similar vibes but I see Sylvain to be the kind of yandere that needs a wake up call to snap into yandere mode)

*Gasp*, so it's you who requested that, nice knowing that you still read from me, Sylvain is actually one of my favorite fe3h characters, 4th place in fact😆

Hope you'll enjoy😄

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour

The arrengement happened before either of you were born, that didn't mean that Sylvain didn't hate this situation, he hated it more than anything else, and the only thing he could take his anger out on was you, it was stupid and even he knew that, but he was a child and that was all he could do.

Sylvain ignored you, he hated you, sure it was the situation he really hated but it was you it effected, the two of you should be a couple but this whole situation had made you feel lonlier than ever before. You had to go through with his angry looks and indifferent responses for so so long.

"Just go away, I don't have time for you today"

But that didn't mean that you didn't try, you tried so damn hard to make this not only easier for Sylvain but for you as well, if this was going to happen then why not make it a happy relationship at the very least, so you cooked for him, you stood up for him and what did you get in return, he ignored you, flirted with others and left you alone, over and over again, it was tiring but you held out, or you thought you could at least.

"I-I just don't understand what he has against me"

"There there, I am here to listen to each and every word, so vent all you want"

You had met Ignatz at yet another ball Sylvain had left you at, yet another party where everyone would laugh at you as soon as he left and you were all alone, that's when you met Ignatz who allowed you to rant about it, get everything you had been holding in for the last 10 years off your chest.

*THUMP* *THUMP*

A new spark had been ignited that day, not for Sylvain but for the kind boy who listened to you and comforted you when you needed it, he treated you with respect and kindness, much different to your fiance.

Someone who did take notice of this was Sylvain, you who were such a constant in his life was suddenly spending less and less time with him, you smiled at him less and less, and one day it had all dissapeared... he would admit, he missed it, missed you.

But Sylvain saw you with Ignatz, saw your smile not be directed at him your fiance, but at Ignatz, His heart clenched tightly, a painful feeling in his chest as he saw this, for some reason he felt like ripping the boy from the golden deer apart and get you back, he felt jealous.

Sylvain through jealousy realises what he had, and what he is losing right now, someone to love, someone that treated him with kindness, he feels saddened that he has pushed you away, why did he do that. Maybe it was too late now... you were leaving him...

... Wait you were still his fiance, you were still his, this arrangement was made by not one but two nobles, you couldn't break this off that easely, he will be better for you, he promises, Sylvain cleans up his act, stops flirting with others, now he just needs you to stop cheating on him and he will finally have happiness, with you tied to his side through marriage.

"You need to remember I am you fiance, our love was destined since birth, nothing will sepperate us, I will admit that I have acted stupid so far, but just because I have acted stupid doesn't mean you can cheat on me"

[the-reader-insert-gazette]

By Quill and Courage - F!Reader x Ashe Ubert

Fire Emblem - Three Houses (Time Skip)

Reader and Ashe never meant to become pen pals—an accidental misdelivered letter saw to that. What began as a polite exchange of words soon grew into a lifeline, a place of comfort amidst the chaos of war.

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The first letter had been a mistake.

[Name] had meant to write to Ignatz, her old friend from the Golden Deer, to exchange insights about battle strategies and trade news from their fronts. But in the chaos of war, couriers often made mistakes, and her carefully folded parchment had ended up in the hands of Ashe Ubert, a knight serving the Kingdom.

When his reply came weeks later, it was filled with warm apologies and a gentle curiosity.

Dear [Name], it began. I’m sorry to say your letter has wandered astray and found its way to me instead of Ignatz. I wasn’t sure if I should respond, but your words about the challenges you face as a leader struck a chord with me. I hope you don’t mind if I share some thoughts of my own.

[Name] hadn’t intended to respond. Her days were too full, her nights too short. But something in his words lingered—a quiet kindness, a shared understanding of burdens too heavy for their shoulders. She found herself picking up her quill one evening, penning a brief reply.

Dear Ashe, she wrote, It seems the war is determined to keep us all guessing—even in matters of the mail. Thank you for your kind words. I’m curious about you. What made you decide to pick up your pen for a stranger?

She hadn’t expected a reply. But another letter came, and then another. Each one brought pieces of Ashe into her world: his love for books, his worries for his siblings, his quiet doubts about his own strength. In turn, she shared her own fears and hopes, letting her guard down in a way she hadn’t done with anyone since the war began.

Their letters became a lifeline, a refuge from the relentless weight of leadership and battle. What began as polite exchanges grew into something deeper. They started asking questions that went beyond the war—about the dreams they clung to, the people they missed, the future they wished to see.

[Name] found herself looking forward to each new reply, her heart skipping when she saw his familiar handwriting. And when she wrote, her words came easier, freer, as if speaking to Ashe lifted some of the weight from her shoulders.

It had been over a year since their correspondence began, and the war raged on with no end in sight. [Name] clutched his latest letter, smiling faintly as she read his careful handwriting by the flickering light of her tent.

Dear [Name], it read. Sometimes, I find myself imagining the world after this is all over. It’s foolish, maybe, but I picture the places we’ve written about—the markets you said you loved in Derdriu, the library I mentioned in Fhirdiad. I hope one day we’ll see them, not as soldiers, but as people trying to live again. Until then, know that your letters remind me of that hope. They remind me of you.

She reread the letter, her fingers brushing the parchment as if it were something fragile. His words had always been kind, but this felt… different. More vulnerable. Her heart ached with unspoken things, but before she could put pen to paper, another mission called her away.

It wasn’t until weeks later that [Name] realized something was wrong. Ashe’s letters had always arrived like clockwork, their frequency a constant in a world full of uncertainty. But now, the silence stretched on. She told herself it was the war—supply lines were unpredictable, and couriers were often delayed. Yet doubt crept in, gnawing at her resolve.

What if he was hurt? Or worse?

[Name] continued to write, pouring her fears and hopes onto parchment, but her messages went unanswered. Each day without a reply felt heavier than the last. Finally, when a courier arrived with news that Ashe’s battalion had been in a skirmish near the Imperial border but no further details, she could no longer sit idle.

The journey to find Ashe was perilous. [Name] traveled alone, refusing to endanger her militia for what many would call a fool’s errand. Her search was fueled by determination and scraps of information gleaned from passing soldiers and villagers. She followed rumors of Kingdom forces, her heart pounding with every step closer to the front lines.

Days turned into weeks as she crossed war-torn landscapes. She passed through villages reduced to ash, fields littered with the scars of battle. Every sight drove home the fragility of life, and the thought of losing Ashe—someone who had become so much more than a pen pal—spurred her onward.

Finally, in the ruins of a small village, she found what she had been searching for.

Ashe stood amidst the rubble, directing survivors toward safety. His armor was battered, his face streaked with dirt, but the familiar warmth in his eyes hadn’t dimmed. [Name]'s breath caught as she took him in, relief flooding through her like a tidal wave.

“Ashe,” she called, her voice breaking.

He turned, and for a moment, disbelief flickered across his face. Then he was moving, closing the distance between them in a few swift strides.

“[Name],” he said, his voice rough but steady. “You’re here.”

She nodded, unable to find the words. Instead, she reached out, her fingers brushing his arm as if to confirm he was real. He smiled softly, his hand covering hers.

“I thought…” she began, her voice trembling. “I thought I’d lost you.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, his gaze earnest. “I tried to write, but the fighting… everything’s been chaos.”

Her lips quirked into a faint smile. “So you just forgot to mention you were alive?”

His laugh was quiet, almost shy. “I didn’t think you’d come all this way just to check.”

[Name]'s chest tightened at his words, the weight of the past weeks pressing down on her. “Ashe, your letters… they’re everything to me. I couldn’t just sit and wonder if you were okay.”

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The war still loomed around them, but here, in this fragile reprieve, the world felt smaller, quieter.

“I kept every letter you sent,” Ashe said finally, his voice soft. “They reminded me of what we’re fighting for. Of you.”

[Name] felt her heart stutter, and before she could think better of it, she stepped closer, her hand finding his. “You’re important to me too, Ashe. More than I realized.”

The faintest blush colored his cheeks, but his smile was steady. “Then maybe… after all this, we can find those places we dreamed about. Together.”

[Name] blinked up at him, her heart skipping at the warmth in his voice. But instead of letting herself get swept up in the tenderness of the moment, she tilted her head.

“You know, Ashe, this whole ‘disappearing without a word’ thing? Not exactly fair play for a pen pal.”

Ashe’s smile faltered into a sheepish laugh, and he scratched the back of his neck. “I—uh—didn’t really plan on that happening,” he admitted. “The fighting got… complicated.”

“Complicated?” [Name] raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. “Complicated enough that you couldn’t scribble the word ‘alive’ and send it my way?”

“I—” Ashe started, but her pointed look cut him off. He sighed, his shoulders slumping just a little. “Okay, you’re right. I should have at least tried.”

“You're right, you should have,” [Name] said, though her voice softened, her teasing giving way to something more tender. “Do you have any idea how worried I was? I had to come all this way to make sure you hadn’t gotten yourself killed.”

Ashe looked at her, guilt flickering in his eyes, but there was something else there too—something deeper. “I’m sorry, [Name],” he said quietly, his voice heavy with sincerity. “I didn’t mean to make you worry. I didn’t think you’d…”

“Didn’t think I’d what?” she pressed, leaning forward slightly. “Care?”

His gaze met hers, unwavering. “Not like this,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

[Name] felt her cheeks warm, but she refused to back down. Instead, she smiled, her expression soft but teasing. “Well, now you know. So next time, Ashe—next time you even think about disappearing like that—you’d better send me something. Even if it’s just one word.”

Ashe chuckled, the tension easing as his sheepish grin returned. “I’ll make it two words, 'Still alive'.’”

She laughed, the sound light and genuine, and gave him a playful nudge. “Good. I’ll hold you to that.”

For a moment, they simply stood there, the weight of their reunion settling around them like a blanket of warmth. The laughter they shared felt like a promise—one that neither of them would let go of again.

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I was SOOOOOOO close to romancing Ashe during my fourth playthrough in the Blue Lions. Writing this as a sort of apology for myself because I love this traumatized goober.

[envihellbender]

Golden Deer boys’ turn to be yandere pluuuuus the princes from Engage? (Alfred, Diamant, Alcryst and Fogado) :3c

Fire Emblem: Yandere

(Male, Golden Deer House & Engage Princes x GN Reader)

Content: stalking, abuse, feedee/feeder

Golden Deer

Claude:

Claude keeps tabs on from the moment he first meets you. As soon as you’re enrolled in the Officer’s Academy he’s got his sources and agents finding out everything they can about you. You don’t notice at first, and Claude seems nice enough. Sure he seems to show up everywhere but he’s the sociable kind, right? So when he’s always joining you on the dining hall, in the training yard, and always hanging around the market place you never really think about it.

It starts to get weird when you realise just how much he knows. He knows facts about your family life you’ve never told him, he lets out facts about your past you’ve never told anyone in the Officer’s Academy. You assume he just does this to everyone he knows, he’s a lot more cautious and thorough than people realise. It’s the small things that results in you starting to see what’s happening. He brings you a pastry after you went to the bakers that morning to find they had none left, the bakery was empty, and you got up absurdly early. He replaced your bow string before you could tell anyone it had snapped. You don’t know how to feel, sure these things show he cares but… you can feel him watching you constantly.

It gets worse when he becomes the head of the alliance. He offers you a very lucrative and powerful position in Riegan territory, and as twenty year old from a fairly typical merchant family you can hardly turn it down. When you get to his estate however, you realise the true cost of accepting the role. Claude keeps a tight grip on you, he trusts your word and opinions but only within the walls of his home. You are no longer allowed to leave, Claude wants to make sure he can access you at any time and that no one can hurt you. You have servants to bathe you, dress you, feed you, and give you everything else you could possibly need. Claude needs to know everything you do, and the few times you try to escape or evade his eyes… well, you still have the scars.

Ignatz:

Ignatz seems nice enough, a very polite young man who you see quite often. He’s always say in your eye-line with a sketchbook, always stealing glances at you. It takes you a while to realise, at first you justify it by saying he must paint everyone he sees or maybe he’s painting the building. It’s an impressive monastery and it is always in different places. However, when you spot his paints you notice the specific colour he has, the exact shades of your hair and eyes. You take a deep breath and ask what he’s painting a handful of times, he always stammers and blushes and doesn’t give you a straight answer.

You feel anxious being constantly watched and studied by Ignatz’s gaze, even if he isn’t constantly painting you he is constantly watching. Eventually after staying late in the library, you see he has fallen asleep with his sketchbook to the side as he was studying battle formations for class. As quietly as possible you take the sketchbook and flick through it, you find your chest tightens and you can barely breathe as flick through and see picture after picture after picture of you. Of you in the library, the dining area, the garden, the training yard… and then finally it gets worse. There are paintings of you asleep in your bed.

You try to tell yourself that doesn’t mean he is breaking into your room. Maybe he just used the other pictures of you as a reference, you think. You try locking your door but you notice as you wake up the door has been unlocked, you sigh in irritation as you remember Ignatz’s picklocking skill. One night, you stay up in bed pretending to be asleep, and you hear the clicking of the lock pick in the door. You wait until he settles and lights a candle, you see his hand move quickly over his sketchbook. Your eyes snap open and you stand up to see him looking at you in shock. You expect him to try to defend himself, maybe run from the room… instead he delicately places the sketchbook on your desk, he stands up, and before you can scream at him to get out he places a potion soaked rag against your mouth.

Lorenz:

When you first meet Lorenz is, simply put, an arsehole. He seems convinced that since you are a ‘commoner’ it is his duty to protect you. At first it begins with things such as taking hits from bandits for you, which as an archer is hardly a problem. However, it starts to go further. He begins criticising your sparring partners by saying you’ll be hurt, and eventually intervened to ensure no one who didn’t match his specifications would be willing to train with you. You yell at him, but it doesn’t make him stop. In the final argument he calls you an uncivilised beast who doesn’t know how to converse with a noble. You hope that’s the end of it.

Lorenz stops trying to interfere with your training after you take the matter up with Claude. Unfortunately however, he has a new mission - he is determined to spend as much time with you as possible. He invites you to tea party after tea party, and when you can’t avoid them he spends them as etiquette lessons. He tells you that no noble would ever marry you unless you gain some manners. That sends a chill up your spine, why would he say that?

When you are forced to leave the Officer’s Academy you are greeted with an ostentatious horse and carriage with Lorenz waiting for you. He grabs your arm and pulls you in without a word, you can’t say goodbye to your friends. He doesn’t even take your belongings saying he will by you much finer things than that. You beg him to let you leave, he simply laughs. When you first get to his estate you can’t leave your bedroom, he says you cannot lay with him until you’re married. It’s a relief that he is giving you your space, but you are terrified for what he has planned. You can’t remove the ring he fuses to your finger, it burns to the touch.

Raphael:

The day Raphael discovers what a good cook you are is the day you catch his eye. He is so delighted when it’s your turn on kitchen duty, it makes you smile to see him enjoy your food so much. You sit across from him and ask him what his favourites are, you always make sure to cook him extra portions and you revel in seeing his eyes light up when you bring him a few extra boxes to take away.

You start to notice Raphael’s gut is growing, he’s getting bigger and bigger as the weeks pass. The signs are small, the buttons pop on his shirt, his belly pours out underneath it and his trousers no longer fasten. It starts to be alarmingly obvious when he manages to break the bench with his plentiful, adipose ridden arse. It splinters beneath him and his behind hits the cold floor. He only complains when he discovers he can’t reach the plates on the over side of the table. You run over to help him, lifting up the plates to his mouth so he can shove his face into them like they’re a trough.

As he gets bigger and bigger he starts to get more and more demanding. He insists you feed him everyday, and rub his gut afterwards. He summons you to his quarters with your food and you find yourself unable to deny him. You start to get frightened when he insists you stay with him constantly, feeding him, bathing him, and curling up to sleep on his belly. You are now far too gone to defy him, you need him as much as he needs you to fill his stomach.

Engage

Alfred:

Alfred is immediately far too much. He hugs and cuddles up to you almost constantly, demanding your attention from everyone else and sulks when you don’t focus on him enough. It starts of as a cute little quirk, but soon it spirals. You can no longer speak to friends without him present.

He doesn’t seem to understand your boundaries, he will cuddle and pick you up suddenly when you ask him to stop. He’ll grab your hand tightly and kiss your cheek when you’re in the middle of a task like training or speaking to someone. He doesn’t like you to go anywhere without him, you can’t have a moment without him right there by your side.

He doesn’t trust you to leave the Palace once you’re engaged, you can’t go to the marketplace without an armed guard even though you are quite capable of handling yourself. Even with this unnecessary measure when you return home he is red eyed with nails bitten down to finger. He can’t stand to be apart from you, he delivers your breakfast in bed personally so you don’t interact with too many servants, and he insists on supervising your baths.

Diamant:

Diamant doesn’t show his affection very easily, he shows it in how protective he is of you and that’s when he starts to get terrifying. It starts small, a scowl and a sharp word to the merchant who is trying to rip you off or someone who doesn’t use the correct manners when speaking to you. You tell him it’s unnecessary but he just frowns and stays silent.

It starts getting worse, you don’t quite notice at first but when you’re married and living at the palace it’s even clearer. The servants avoid your gaze, and wince when you try to speak to them. You overhear a maid talking about the strict orders not to speak to or even touch unnecessarily the new spouse of Diamant. You try to speak to him about it but he dismisses it as idle gossip about how protective he is. Then you notice the stable boy who you had grown fond of no longer chats to you as you retrieve your favoured mare. He has a bruise on his eye so serious he can barely open it.

No matter what you say to Diamant he doesn’t listen, he starts grabbing into your arm far too tightly when you’re out in public. You start to worry he may raise his hand to you, but you don’t truly become terrified of him until the day one of your old friend’s visits the palace. It’s refreshing to have someone who isn’t scared to look you in the eye and show you affection. You chat for hours and hours. You’re sad when he leaves and await his letter saying it arrived home safely, it never comes. Instead there’s a report of how his body was found on the road leaving the city. There’s no evidence of what happened but you know, and you never invite a friend to the palace again.

Alcryst:

Alcryst was anxious about you from the beginning, he never understood why you chose him as the recipient for your affections and he was convinced you would he taken from him. He wanted to know where you were at all time, determined to keep you safe, whenever he perceived a danger he dove in front of it saying he would die for you if he had to. You tried to be patient, you stroked his hair and smiled saying everything was fine when he did this whilst you were sparring with his brother. He clung to your waist and scowled at Diamant.

He begins to calm down as your relationship progresses, he no longer constantly apologises and begs you not to leave him. He does however not drop the habit of being your shadow, he enjoys being around you and being the target of your affection far too much. If you don’t give him enough of it he starts to slip into old habits. He still worries about you being out of the palace, there are so many bandits out on the streets and he wants to make sure he can keep you safe or sacrifice himself for you.

You’re delighted when he proposes to you, and you hope it soothes his anxieties… but quite the opposite. As the consort to the prince he now expects you to stay home as much as possible. He can handle any duties required for the outside and you are given two retainers who are to stay by your side at all times. Whenever you complain about how he’s slowly taking away your freedom he panics, convinced you’re about to leave him. You learn you can’t have a happy, content husband, and voice your concerns. You learn to live with the world that grows smaller every day,

Fogado:

No one expects the carefree, happy-go-lucky Prince to be quite so possessive. If anything you expected the opposite, for him to be off on so many trips and at so many parties that you never see him. He still goes on them, but he always expects you to be stuck to his side. He insists you always stay next to him, at parties he wants to introduce you to everyone not for you to mingle alone. It’s small things at first, you dismiss it as his simple worries, until it escalates.

He starts to get irritable whenever you speak to anyone new, anyone who he couldn’t vouch for. He said that it was dangerous being so kind and open with strangers. One evening at a party, a man asks you to dance, you politely decline and the man begins to get forceful. Fogado arrives to rescue you and insist the man is thrown from the building. You cling to him gratefully, you try not to wonder why the man was slipped some coin when he is escorted from the room. At every get together from then on Fogado clings to you reminding you of that one man even when it’s been so long you can’t even remember his face.

You begin to notice a pattern, when you start to get more confident around strangers again - you’re mugged in the marketplace. Fogado is a great comfort who hunts down the perpetrator. When you find yourself able to leave the palace again, bandits attack your carriage. The fifth time it happens you notice one of the attackers masks slips, the bandits are the same ones Fogado had killed the previous time. When you confront him he is offended, he can’t believe you think he’d put you at risk. He speaks of how you’re clearly too vulnerable and at risk to be leaving the palace at all. You start to doubt your own memories, maybe he’s right, you think.

[thatanimewriter]

i know i have requests and unfinished fics (dolled up and winter), but i really wanna write more series fics-

so here are the many that i came up with even though no one asked, but if you see these pop up at any point, don't be surprised :))

𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 / hayama akira x gn!reader you're a baker and are constantly bringing new things to your boyfie because he probably forgets to eat. canon divergent (most of this never happened in the series).

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 / yukihira soma x gn!reader you work at the convenience store nearby totsuki academy and soma keeps coming by to get a good deal. it's almost always because of a shokugeki. canon divergent (most of this never happened in the series).

𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 / lie ren x gn!reader you are the childhood friend of ren with a semblance that lets you control what other people can or can't hear and at what level, but it gets louder in your own ears. canon compliant (follows plotline).

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐩 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐰 / sebastian michaelis x gn!reader you're a grim reaper but you're sebastian's old friend since way back when n y'all may or may not have had unacknowledged crushes on each other at the time. canon compliant (follows plotline).

𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 / gregory violet or ignatz victor x gn!reader moments when he's drawn or painted you while he quietly pines for the cute florist in the main street. canon divergent (most of this never happened in the series).

𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 / snake x gn!reader you're a member of noah's ark circus and snake's snakes keep coming into your tent for cuddles. maybe snake will finally join the party. canon divergent??? (starts that way but will eventually follow plotline of the series).

𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐧-𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 / claude von riegan x gn!reader claude keeps pranking you, but you keep hitting him with bad puns to get back at him. the whole of the monastery want you to stop flirting and just kiss. canon divergent (mostly just weird moments mixed with some big plot points from the game).

[randoimago]

Hello Kat! I think you wrote something similar to this request in the past for me but for persona, so if it's too similar you can just delete this, but can I ask for hubert, Ferdinand, dimitri and ignatz from three houses with an S/O who wears a mask to cover up facial scars? Thank you and have a nice day!

S/O Wears A Mask To Hide Facial Scars

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Characters: Dimitri, Ferdinand, Hubert, Ignatz

Type of Request: Headcanons

Notes: I think I had a good day the day you sent this in, but I hope you’ve been having good days since!!

Dimitri

Is curious about how you actually look and feels some shame for being curious. Makes sure you know that he respects your privacy and will be happy to listen when you're ready.

He does understand hiding your scars though. While his scars are more emotional and mental, he still does his best to hide them from everyone.

If you ever are comfortable enough to show him your scars, just know that he'll tell you that you're breathtaking.

Ferdinand

Can't help but comment on you hiding your face. Nothing bad, just asking about it. He wouldn't push to see your face though.

If you chose to show him then he'll tell you that they all made you so strong and you're more than your scars.

He knows plenty of people that look pretty but they act like complete assholes. He's glad that your scars don't define you.

Hubert

Does have some curiosity about your mask but curiosity killed the cat and he prefers to live so he won't mention it. Might make a twisted joke about hiding your face, but that's it.

Hubert would give some threats to anyone he hears commenting on your mask and trying to spread rumors, but he'd never admit that it was him that threatened them.

Should you show him your face, he'll mention that it's nothing to hide. Your face is fine and he likes seeing it, but do what makes you comfortable.

Ignatz

Of course he's curious but he doesn't want to be rude so he doesn't ask about it. He can't help but stare occasionally, immediately apologizing afterwards.

Does ask about your mask though. Just wants to know if the one you use is special or if you would like him to find a mask that he can paint for you to use?

If he does see your face then he wouldn't be able to help asking questions, if you're okay with answering, that is! Let's you know that he loves and cares for you no matter what you look like.

[raspberryranpo]

In honor of Golden deer being in Feh, can I ask for Golden Deer engagement announcement or party? 💙

announcing your engagement

fire emblem three houses: golden deer

i love the golden deer so much. i think about them every day without fail

CLAUDE

screams it from the top of the goddess towers the second you say yes to him. he then proceeds to pick you up + swing you around

his voice is so loud that everyone runs out of their dorms fully prepared to fight in their pyjamas

when they discover that it’s just claude screaming in the middle of the night, they’re all a bit cheesed off but then they all see that claude is sporting the most genuine smile he’s ever had, ever, and all is forgiven

brings it up to everyone, all the time - it’s all he thinks about and all he talks about

HILDA

stands on the table in the middle of the dining hall and loudly yells about how much she loves you + then adds on the end that you’re engaged

picks you up bridal style and parades you around, showing off your ring to anyone who dares look your way

everyone tries their hardest not to make eye contact because they know that hilda won’t shut up about your engagement

won’t be able to keep her hands off of you for the next two weeks, so be prepared for that

LORENZ

he can’t wait to say it. he’s giggling to himself for the rest of the night, keeping the pair of you up for hours on end - poor ignatz in the next room over can’t sleep either

he decides that announcing your engagement should be a big thing - a big, fancy thing - and he holds a party just to celebrate it

every single time someone tries to offer their congratulations he talks their head off about how incredible you are and how lucky he is

eventually everyone stops trying to talk to him about marriage

MARIANNE

she doesn’t. she won’t even briefly mention it to anyone

the only reason why people know is because hilda spotted the matching rings on both of your fingers & loudly screamed at the top of her lungs

nobody would stop pestering the two of you for days and marianne looked like she wanted to cry

you both go home and she won’t leave your arms for the entire night. she’s too flustered

RAPHAEL

immediately after you accept his proposal he very excitedly picks you up + holds you above his head, laughing and yelling

“IM GETTING MARRIED TO THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!!!!!!”

parades you around the monastery for the next three hours, chanting about how much he loves you & it’s kind of embarrassing but also very sweet

poor ignatz never hears the end of it

IGNATZ

also doesn’t tell anyone. maybe he tells marianne because he knows she’ll keep it quiet

well - he tries not to tell anyone. raphael quickly spots the rings and loudly exclaims, “hey, are you two engaged or something?” and now you’re both the centre of attention

gets very bashful whenever he has to call you his s/o, let alone his fiancé

everyone thinks he’s really cute though so they don’t leave him alone bless

LEONIE

also yells it at the top of her lungs. there isn’t a single soul within a five mile radius that doesn’t know about your engagement

soon enough raphael joins in and they’re both yelling, and claude thinks it’s hilarious so he joins in too & suddenly you’re all kicked out of the dining hall

constantly shows off your rings to everyone who dares approach

you’ll have to piggy back her around the monastery for a very long time because she won’t stop hugging you

[originalfireemblemscenarios]

Good day/evening/in-between!

Can I ask for Ignatz with Fluff prompt 7 please?

I'm always so excited whenever I get a mystery prompt request since I don't remember the list myself lol

7: Memories with Ignatz and his S/O

Reader here is gender neutral

He doesn't usually like to think of what had happened in the past. But with the memories you gave him it was hard not to.

A lot of things, a lot of places and even phrases made him recall things you did together.

He remembers how he was admiring the cathedral and telling you about just how beautiful it was. He ended up rambling and yet you never stopped his train of thought and instead happily listened to him.

Or when you helped him express his love for art more openly. Be it just his hobby or a full time career. He still remembers exactly what you said.

There was also that ornament he got you as a gift, it was actually first gift he ever gave you. It was really pretty but not as pretty as your smile.

He remembers where he had confessed, your first date, first kiss... And each time he thinks back on it feels like he is daydreaming.

At first he thought it was weird that those memories made him a little bit too happy. But as he told you about it, he quickly realized that it wasn't anyhow odd in the slightest.

~Mod Bernadetta

[frickingnerd]

love triangle with ignatz & raphael

pairing: ignatz victor x gn!reader x raphael kirsten

tags: guilt over romantic feelings, angst with an open ending

ignatz is the one that falls in love with you first, but as soon as he notices that raphael likes you as well, he tries to hide his feelings for you

ignatz feels incredibly guilty for liking you at first. he already feels guilty for the death of raphael's parents, so ‘stealing’ the person raphael loves away from him would make him feel even more guilty!

raphael notices after some time that ignatz starts to act strange. not just around him, but around you as well!

raphael confronts ignatz, piecing together that he must have a crush on you. and while ignatz tries to deny it, he eventually admits it

raphael doesn't hold a grudge against ignatz and is immediately supportive, wanting ignatz to try his luck and confess to you!

but it's not that easy for ignatz. even after receiving multiple lectures from raphael, he still can't help but put his friend's happiness before his own

ignatz doesn't want to confess to you and ruin raphael's chances with you. but neither does raphael want to date you, if there's a chance you'd prefer ignatz over him

it takes them quite a while to eventually let the past behind. and once they do, the two boys spend a lot of time together with you, the three of you always being seen together

raphael is very open about his feelings for you and even lets it slip to you that ignatz has a crush on you as well

raphael doesn't mind if you pick ignatz over him. after all, he wants to see ignatz happy, as well as you. and if you two dating each other achieves that, then he's content with that

though ignatz feels the same way! if anyone but him were to date you, he'd want it to be raphael, because he knows you'd be in good hands that way…

[umiarumi]

fucking three houses | ignatz victor

in the wise words of cupcakke, slurp that dick til it cum (smack my ass like a drum)

You skidded backwards as Byleth landed the finishing blow to your side. Stumbling, you let out a defeated huff and dropped your training sword, stretching your arms.

"Jeez teach, even after five years comatose, you still best me in sword-fighting. And that's meant to be my thing!" You guffawed, heavily breathing in between words. You outstretched a gloved hand to your teacher, meeting his blank stare.

"It's mine too." He said, shaking your own hand. You deadpanned before bursting into laughter again.

"You'd be right on that one, teach!" You shook your head, continuing to grin at him, retracting your hand and letting it rest on your hip.

"Your reflexes have sharpened, and your footwork is impressive. You've trained well." He complimented, at which you felt your cheeks darken.

"Ah, thanks! Any constructive criticism?" You hummed, placing the sword back into the pile.

"Yes, you need to put more strength into your strikes." He explained, replacing his own.

You nodded gratefully, looking up to the sky. The sun started to set, a few spotty clouds resting above the two of you.

"I'm turning in for the day, (Y/N). I will be in my personal quarters if you need me." He bid you goodbye before strutting off like usual. As simple as the guy was, he had this odd charm.

"Guess I'll turn in too then... nothing wrong with a stroll around the monastery!" You cheered to yourself. You wiped your sweating face with the sleeve of your top before sauntering off.

~~~~

As you walked alongside the grassy plains of the monastery outskirts, you spotted a small green figure crouching in the distance. You could barely spot them among all the spurts of long grass decorating the land. You walked slowly as to avoid startling them, squinting to see what the hell it was they were doing. On further examination, you recognised that choppy, blonde head of hair.

Continuing to saunter to his destination, you soon picked out exactly what it was he was doing. Painting! You two had talked about your secret hobbies, your own being reading. You smiled at the thought, remembering how shocked each of you was to each other's hobby. You thought you had a pretty strong bond with Ignatz when you returned, so now seems a good time to have a chat!

You approached behind him quietly, taking time to, for once, keep your voice at a low volume.

"Uh, hi Ignatz!" You whisper yelled, flinching as the dirty blonde jumped in surprise. He turned around, breathing a sigh of relief after registering who it was.

"Oh! It's just you, (Y/N). You shocked me, haha!" He nervously greeted you, fidgeting with his paintbrush.

You grinned, waving at him. "Sorry man, I tried not to scare ya!" You chuckled bashfully, before sitting down next to him.

"So, whatcha painting and how are ya doing, Ignatz?" You asked, looking over to him curiously.

His gaze landed on your own, his earthy eyes seeming to be stuck to your own, a tension almost bubbling.

He shook his head, smiling softly at you.

"Ah, simply the view. It really is quite mesmerising in the evening, wouldn't you agree?" Enthusiasm built in his tone as he explained, his soft smile turning into a gleeful grin, matching your own.

You nodded, giving him a thumbs up. "I agree! I never really took time to take in the sights of the monastery, but now that I've matured... yeah, it really is a beautiful place, huh?" You hummed, looking off to the villages surrounding the base of the mountainous terrain.

He simply hummed to your question. "You're right (Y/N), you've really matured." He complimented, at least, that's what you hoped.

You gave a short laugh, scratching your neck. "Yeah, thanks! I used to be a rowdy one, but I think the past few years have smoothed some of the edges. Not all of 'em though!" You cheered, tilting your head appreciatively. You looked to him, catching his lingering gaze. His face heated up slightly, nodding to you.

"If you don't mind, I uh, have a request..." He mumbled, refusing to meet your eye. He pushed his glasses back, taking a quick peek at your face. If you blinked you would've missed it, he seemed so shy right now!

"Sure thing! If it isn't gold or assassination plans, I'm open!" You beamed, leaning in to hear what he had to ask.

He chuckled anxiously at your response. Even after knowing you for such a long time, having a girl so close to him was nerve-wracking.

"Nothing of the sort, don't worry. I was wondering, well, may I paint your likeness?" He muttered quietly, his heart stammering. His stomach drops after a few seconds of silence before daring to peek at the mystery of what your expression could be.

However, he was pleasantly surprised at what he saw. Your face was dark, lips pursed tight in a taught smile. You stuttered as you replied.

"Y-you wanna paint me! For real?! This is such an honour, seriously, thank you Ignatz!"

Ignatz gasped, anticipating anything but your reaction.

"Oh really, it's no worries!" He waved his hand dismissively, his own face reddening like a tomato.

The two of you continued to throw gratefulness at each other for what seemed like forever until you found yourselves at his dorm.

~~~~

"Well Ignatz, what kind of painting would you like to make?" You asked, sitting on a plush, velvet stool in his room. You looked around the place, noting the birthday flowers from Byleth, the spare easels and art supplies.

"Well, whatever you'd like truly, as long as I may paint you." He answered, humbly smiling and looking down at you.

You smirked, raising a brow. "How about a nude painting then?" You asked teasingly, crossing your legs.

He smiled at the idea. "Oh, what a good idea! I haven't had many references for the female anatomy and I've always been interested in..." The colour seemed to drain from his face as he realised just exactly what you suggested.

You stifled a chuckle, watching him stutter and rush to speak.

"O-oh! I didn't realise, no, I mean of course I would love to! Ah, that's too forward, no um... I don't want to pressure you, argh!" The colour which had left soon returned in the form of a crimson storm.

You laughed, shaking your head.

"Ignatz, really, it's no worries. I would genuinely not mind, I'm happy to as long as you are." You attempted to calm him down, smiling.

He took a deep breath, nodding.

"Then, yes. We're both adults now, there's no need to freak out." He seemed to try to convince himself rather than you.

"Exactly!" You smiled, standing up. "Alright, I'll undress now." You hummed, thinking.

You had already teased him by suggesting a nude painting, and stripping in front of the blushing boy... you could make this fun for yourself. And maybe even both of them. Claude may have just had a point.

You held his gaze as you unclasped your armour, placing it down on his desk, avoiding the parchment and sketches.

Next, you untied your cropped top, letting it fall to the floor leaving only your bodice on your upper half.

Undoing your bra, you broke his gaze for a moment only to look back immediately. His body seemed to stiffen, in more ways than one, once he caught sight of your breasts slightly bouncing as you stopped stretching.

You wiggled out of your puffed pants, sitting back down to pull them all the way off along with your boots and leggings.

"Nearly there!" You huffed, as you stood back up, shedding your underwear.

By then, Ignatz' face had erupted into a furious blush. His eyes lingered all too long on your exposed vagina, causing you to grin teasingly as he met your gaze.

"Now, shall we?" You asked, sitting upon the comforting stool once more.

He seemed to snap out of his daze at those words, tugging on his coat. Pulling out his desk chair, he set it in front of you. Pulling his easel across the room, the slight scratching of wood against wood was the sole sound of the tension-filled room.

Setting a canvas down, he seemed to take a few deep breaths before grabbing a pencil.

"How would you like me to pose?" You asked, smiling. This could be interesting.

"Oh, yes, uh, however you'd like to, really!" He stumbled upon his words, before finally holding your gaze.

"Got it." You responded. How could you tease him further? As you contemplated, you finally came across a decision. You leant one leg over another, giving him a subtle view of your exposed cunt.

You raised your arm, letting your gloved hand sit beneath your chin. Your upper arm pressed against your left breast, giving you slight cleavage, You gave him your signature cheeky grin, before raising a brow.

Speaking through your teeth, you asked him a question. "How's this?"

"J-j-just perfect!" He stuttered, shutting his eyes tight before reopening them and focusing.

"Now, hold that pose for me?" He asked, finally confident and contained. At least, on the outside.

You were content with holding your pose, as long as you could continue to tease him after he finished his sketch was your real goal. Whether or not anything transpired... well, you'd be lying if you said you didn't want anything to.

As you waited, you watched Ignatz' face morph into one of pure concentration, reminding you of how admirable he was. Despite his preference to stay on the quiet side of things, he was a talented man. Both on the battlefield and in the artistic field.

Minutes passed until Ignatz' face settled into a satisfied smile, signifying his completion of the sketch. You grinned wider at this, his face was adorable when he was proud!

"Thank you, (Y/N)." He thanked you. Refusing to look in your direction, he was reminded of the tightness in his pants.

"No, thank you, Ignatz! Actually... it had me wondering... may you do a favour for me?" Your voice dropped into a whisper, so his gaze fell upon your figure. Your eyelids drooped as a sultry smile fell upon your lips.

He gulped at this, yet nodding nonetheless. "Anything."

"Wonderful." You commented pleasantly. Standing up, you sauntered towards him. Aware of his gaze dropping to your softly bouncing tits as you took confident strides towards him.

Once right in front of him, looking down upon his still seated form you grinned.

"Let me... repay the favour you did for me?" You asked, tilting your head, curious.

He swallowed nervously once more, before nodding shyly. He fiddled with his hands, struggling to meet your gaze.

"How... how would you like to do so?" He mumbled, occasionally peeking up at your towering form.

"Well, if I put it bluntly... let me please you." You deadpanned, the loose smirk on your lip tugging back into place on your face, cheeks steadily growing rosier.

His face officially became a competitor for ripest tomato, and he nodded excitedly.

"Please... do." He muttered.

Your lazy smirk grew into a full-on grin. Quickly, you dropped to your knees.

He gasped at the inclination of your actions, his jaw staying dropped as you worked his pants downwards.

You slid his undergarments off, his cock bouncing free of its strained containment.

You licked a stripe up his cock, leaving a trail of saliva in your wake. He shuddered, a slight moan escaping his taught lips.

You gave a kiss to the bulbous, pink head of his dick before letting it slip in between your mouth.

His breath shuttered as you began to work a continuous up-and-down rhythm on his cock.

He gasped in time with each bob of your head, his hand slowly reaching its way to the back of your head. He looked down to check with you for permission, and you winked, giving your best inclination of consent.

And with that, he began to thrust into your mouth and push your head at the same time. God, he was insanely fast and rough, but you controlled your erratic throat muscles. It was pretty damn hot, especially for a guy so shy.

Your hand snaked down to your dripping pussy, the situation you orchestrated obviously having an effect on yourself. Not a negative one though, not at all.

You harshly began to rub your clit, not bothered with dragging it out. You were looking to climax, and by the sounds of Ignatz, he was too.

As you rubbed your sensitive bud, you moaned around his dick. The vibrations caused Ignatz to shudder, closing his eyes tightly.

"I'm gonna cum! Ah, (Y/N) you're making me cum!" He moans, groaning as you felt his cock still, and as the warm, bitter burst of cum in your mouth exploded, so did you. Your pussy clenched around emptiness, yet the throbbing in your clit as you orgasmed satisfied you all the same.

Your head slipped off his softening dick, a pleased smile settling on your face as you swallowed. As bitter as it was, you had nowhere else to hide the evidence.

"Thank you, Y/N)... that was... so good." He whispered, giving you a sweet smile. He leant down and kissed the top of your head and you chuckled.

"But I must ask, is that what you were learning whilst you were gone for so long?"

"Ignatz!?"

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Can we get some Ignatz and Ashe wedding fluff? I love my two cinnamon roll archer boys

Hi anon! Of course you can, I’d be happy to oblige, I hope you like this! Sorry this isn’t that long, I’m studying for finals so I had to cut it short. ~Admin Hurricane

Ashe

Nervous as hell, he didn’t understand why. He was marrying the love of his life, but why was his heart racing so erratically fast?

He swears his heart practically stops when he sees you strutting down the aisle.

Sweet baby boy stumbles over his words when he’s giving his vows.

When it comes time to exchange rings, he has the brightest smile on his face.

His gaze softens as he places the ring on your finger cause he knows that its official, you’re his, and he’s yours

He feels as though he’s finally accomplished a lifelong goal, Ashe has always wanted to start a family seeing as he’s amazing with kids, but now he’s finally married to the love of his life so he can see the rest of his dreams to fruition with you by his side. 

One of the best days of his life

Now off to end poverty!

 Ignatz

He’s actually pretty confident 

He practically face palms cause the rest of the Golden Deer are acting like a bunch of drunk idiots but we love them for it anyways lmao

Surprised that he doesn’t stumble over his lines.

Once he delivers his vows and puts the ring on and the Golden Deer practically crash onto the two of you to pull you guys into a group hug

When you throw the bouquet of flowers, you can’t convince me otherwise that Claude is scrambling to grab those flowers cause he just wants to flex on everyone else that wasn’t able to grab it in time.

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If you wanna request something, don’t be afraid to send something my way! Thanks for reading and have a lovely day! 

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Headcanon: Being Best Friends With Ignatz Would Be Like...

Request: None

Word Count: 286

Ignatz would ask you to look at all of his artworks. He loves art and would want to share his passion with you.

He would take you to different places to show you diverse landscapes or beautiful sights. He would want to experience the beautiful moments in life with someone close to him.

Ignatz would appreciate it if you accompanied him when he goes to paint. You wouldn't have to paint anything yourself, but he would like it if you kept him company.

Ignatz would study with you in the library. The quiet of the library helps him to focus, and the two of you can work together on assignments or study for exams.

Ignatz would enjoy helping you with your daily tasks. He would consider this as time well spent where the two of you can talk and just enjoy each other's company.

Being friends with Ignatz would mean being around Raphael a lot. The three of you would go and have picnics. You and Ignatz could enjoy the scenery while Raphael gets to eat.

Ignatz would be thrilled if you were comfortable enough to share important things with him. He wants to be the kind of friend you can always rely on.

Ignatz likes to learn about history and mysteries. If he discovered any new information, he would be excited to tell you all about it.

During battle, Ignatz would stick pretty close to you. He is not very confident in battle and prefers to support everyone from the back.

Ignatz would be an excellent friend who will always be there for you whenever you need him. He will always include you in new projects and show you as many beautiful sights as possible.

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Hey! I wasnt the one who requested it, but I loved your how would the Blue Lions react to killing their SO! May I ask the same but for the Golden Deer if its alright?

{That was actually one of my favorite requests to write! It’s been a long time so I might be a bit rusty, but let’s give this a shot :)} 

Claude: 

 He had accounted for the possibility of you betraying him. Your disappearance had not been something he took with ease, yet the lack of contact or declaration of death for so long had him thinking 

Emotions are fleeting...the human mind was complex. Your loyalty was never something he wanted to question but he could never put his complete faith in you 

Even when you stood at his side protecting the crests, befriended his people, treated him as a true partner...he just couldn’t completely put his faith in you. Not with so much on the line 

 He wonders if that’s where he went wrong. Heavy rain clouded his sight but the sound of your voice rang dominant across the field. As you stand at Gronder with your weapon focused on his friends- your friends; Claude could not help but momentarily reminisce over the times you instead showed him your smile. The one that temporarily alleviated the weight of his dreams and expectations from his shoulders 

He would be the one to get it back. The professor had already converted other students to their side so there was a chance 

One you didn’t want, as you aimed at their head with tears pricking your eyes. He dismounted his wyvern instantly 

“Was it all a lie? Tell me...is this what you want for your home (Y/N)? Come fight with us” He slowly begins his approach, but the words die out as you attack him this time 

 A shrill battle cry is all he hears before he watches an axe lodge into your side. He’ll never hear the answer, but he didn’t need to. It finally clicked

White hair 

You planned to die 

His brows pressed in further as Lysithea gasped at your fallen form. Before he would have killed to know more about the hidden experiments going on in the empire, but not like this. They’ll come to collect the body before Hanneman can conduct any research, but he’ll give them more. Much more 

Raphael: 

Raphael doesn’t like to think on the battlefield. It’s not that he enjoys pummeling people without a glance, but if he looks back then he won’t look foreword. He’s confided in Ignatz many times after being scolded for running ahead, but when thinking can cost you your life he prefers not to waste the effort 

 Especially because he takes longer to process complex emotions and thoughts compared to the others. He trusts them to be tactical while he uses his muscles to save the day

Back in the day he had a perfectly reliable head to think for him. He cleared their path and they took care of all the important business. The classic ‘brains and brawn’ duo that no one would expect to ever find genuine interest in one another. Aren’t they stereotypically supposed to fight and be at each other’s throats? Not in this case 

“Haha! THAT WAS GREAT! Nice Job (Y/N), I hope today’s menu has meat because you need brain food and I need to feed my muscles!” 

 You knew Raphael and how to predict his movements, and he had complete faith in your judgements. Even at the monastery you both made the most efficient team to do chores  

 Instead of trying to change him, you worked to match his pace and became his partner. On the field and in life. Raphael knew he didn’t have to second guess with you at his side, and he felt what he wanted to feel.

He loved you. Your brains, your laugh, your heart, your cooking no matter good or bad...you. It was an emotion that came easy to him.

Though sometimes he berated himself for not thinking. Sometimes you’d get in trouble if he broke equipment or did something else out of line. Yet you remained patient and calmed him down at the same time.

It was difficult to adjust to fighting without his partner. He essentially had to relearn everything through experience, but he had full hope that you’d come back 

That hope clouded his judgement when he saw you conversing with the professor at Aillel. He was so overcome with joy that he mindlessly pushed aside enemies to get to you without actually examining the scene

His fury took over when the professor’s sword went straight through your stomach.  He tackled them to the ground and it took both Lorenz AND Hilda to pry him away. 

“You idiot! They’re the enemy!” Hilda shouted at him as he settled down. He couldn’t process it. They wouldn’t hurt their family, him.

 Yet, they wore red. Red that grew darker as their blood seeped in 

 Ignatz: 

“Can you paint my portrait?” You asked him one evening long ago. After a particularly grueling training session with the rest of class he had snuck off to sketch the trees by the market. The year was young and he still wasn’t too familiar with all his classmates 

You were new and he had took to your appearance instantly. He could replay your introduction mentally over and over. Your smooth words, slight bow, and the way your feet glided effortlessly to the closest seat you could get to the window. He was of course too shy to approach a new student since he wasn’t the social sort, but luckily he did not have to do much. 

You took the liberty of following him to his painting spot. He was flustered at being found, but you merely plopped at his side and began to eat your lunch. Where you had it stashed beforehand? He still doesn’t know 

 He had never been more aware of another’s presence, and his art showed it as the paper crinkled in his grasp. Yet somehow you seemed enamored at the picture forming on the page, so much that you asked to model 

He grew anxious instantly and decided to head back for his own meal. With no given answer you had left the topic behind, and from then on he began to find you nearby often. From acquaintances to friends, and from friends to ‘lovers without definition’. No confession was ever spoken but he knew you made decisions easier, life joyful, and the rest of his peers agreed as much as he. 

He drew that portrait. He drew it over, and over, and over, and over because he refused to forget your face. He would remember you and fight twice as hard to make up for what you couldn’t give. He swore that to Claude and everyone else when you were pronounced missing in action.

 and now? His eyes glisten as a body fitted under a white tarp lays yards away. You hadn’t tried to harm him but you were healing the enemy. It was decided that you were not with the Empire, but instead travelling through and became swept in the battle. Perhaps you didn’t know? Perhaps you simply decided to help whoever needed it no matter their side? 

He clutches his bow to his chest. One arrow, and you were down. He didn’t know 

He didn’t know but the pictures would never let him forget. The pages never felt the same from then on 

Lorenz: 

Relationships should never be formed unless you have something to gain

It is a nobleman’s duty to protect the weak, the poor, the sick; yet, there must always be distance.

A nobleman must always carry themselves with a sense of professionalism. They must not display weakness, and a true leader is born of being able to separate their personal affairs from that of those they govern. 

 One day Lorenz will be the head of the Glouscer territory, and soon the Alliance as a whole if he has his way. Death must not phase him and he must be willing to sacrifice everything for the sake of his people

He follows the laws of a noble. He knows them on paper, but not in practice. 

 Only as he grew during an age of dispute and fighting did he begin to learn that actions differ from voice. All that he pledged as a young man held no meaning, because gradually he began to realize that he is not the most fit to govern Fodlan. He was incapable of completely tossing aside his personal desires or making the best decisions with certainty. Yes, he was well educated and would make a great right hand

Yet the title of leader would never be his. Why? Because he is a noble by definition 

The professor was a noble by heart. A true leader who let actions speak for them and selflessly protected the entirety of Fodlan instead of one singular portion.

 Lorenz is a noble in name, but in nature he is a man. He is a solider, a son, a friend, a politician...a human. One not immune to temptations or the grievances of loss no matter what face he may display for the public eye.

 There was a soul he once found vibrant. They were a mere commoner yet full of dedication. He placed a barrier around them immediately, one he was not allowed to cross no matter how tempted. They did not fit the criteria he sought

 Yet the night of the ball he allowed “them”  the curtesy of a dance. Their warm hand on his own, their body held tightly in his embrace, and lighthearted small talk being tossed between quips about their poor dancing skills 

They left his mouth dry as he bid them farewell to their next partner. He allowed the barrier to resurface as he went his own way

“You must rethink this (Y/N). How could siding with the empire lead to any promising future/ They will kill us all and then themselves in the process! Please, join us” 

“Spoken like a true noble, Lorenz. This social hierarchy has divided people for too long and you would realize that if you’d only look beyond Alliance borders!” 

If only he had grasped their hand longer- listened. They were the first to show him a world beyond his bubble, if only he popped it sooner. 

 Hilda:

You really annoyed her in the beginning. The way you carried yourself like some kind of prophet, or how you’d question everything the professor taught. Was it so hard to just do what was needed and move on? Even with something as simple as weeding the courtyard you always had to add your own two cents

It was like always being under analysis. She got that enough from Claude and didn’t need two people trying to read her. On many occasions she tried to gain traction over you, but somehow her efforts never bore fruit 

For a try-hard you were very accepting of her shortcomings. So long as what you were tasked with got done, the performance of others was never a secondary priority 

If only she could be that carefree about other people’s opinions. Maybe then living would be easier? 

Perhaps you were what she wanted to be? Satisfied with who you were enough to question the world around you while remaining secure with what you had 

Someone with the ability to step beyond your comfort zone and make your own decisions. Respected, knowledgeable...loved for who you are. Maybe that’s what drew her to you and lead to her envy forming into adoration 

and that adoration being trampled by sorrow 

“I still love you so no hard feelings, okay? I can’t back down” is what she told you. It was a taunt, but she did not expect your smile 

“Of course. I’m glad you’ve decided to show your backbone, just think of this as a spar like old times”

The casual talk did not fit the clash of blades that followed. Nor did it suit the battle roaring nearby 

A spar- just like old times. It was a familiar battle but this time her axe did not halt before delivering the deciding blow. 

Her hands shook as your body fell, yet you still appeared at peace despite the gash adorning your back. Perhaps you knew this would be the outcome before the day even began

Hilda did not cry, but asked for you to be buried on alliance soil. If anything she owed you that curtesy

Leonie: 

She would never forgive you. Not today, not ever. 

How dare you choose to side with the people who killed the captain? He never did anything to anybody, and if you chose to betray everyone than Leonie would return the favor

She decided that any history between you two was nonexistent the moment you lifted your weapon. Mercy was a word you forgone long ago when instead of defending Garreg Mache, you slaughtered it’s inhabitants 

She thought you felt the same as well. Yet, fate always liked to twist in ways to hinder justice 

She watched from a distance as the professor approached your fallen form. They had insisted on trying to sway her old classmates, but she scoffed at the mere thought 

What made them think traitors would be good allies? Did they want to be stabbed in the back like their father?...like the captain 

She ignored the sting in her chest as you swatted their hand away. You had some nerve to reject their kindness and it pissed her off. She wanted this entire situation to simply end but- 

Her feet moved on their own

“Why are you such an idiot? Were you always this irresponsible?” her words cut deep, clearly shown by how you turned away. She could only grit her teeth at the stubbornness and reach for her lance 

You made your choice, and clearly it was up to her to deliver justice if no one else would 

So she did what she’s always had to do, the brunt work. With one swing it was over and you were just another count among the others 

She doesn’t know if the captain would praise her for remaining strong or scold her for remaining indifferent 

Lysithea: 

Everything always boils down to one thing: people cannot be trusted. Each and every time Lysithea has allowed someone close it has blown up in her face 

and somewhere deep down, she knew this situation wouldn’t have ended any differently. The world always found new ways to crush what she cared for 

The only question that remains is how much longer will she have to endure? How much longer did she have to fight? 

because now she had to fight for two. She had to find a cure or die trying 

During the battle for Garreg Mache many had been taken prisoner. She hadn’t the empire to conduct unethical experiments; maybe torture, but nothing like what she was witnessing. 

It was a fever dream one couldn’t fathom, but the mindless husk killing without remorse kept her in reality. What had they done to you?

She noticed the white hair in an instant. One of her worst fears had come to life seeing you at the death knight’s side, but the way you hadn’t even flinched when she called your name made her terrified 

Not even a whack of thoron could snap you out of it. She began to lose hope...were you even there anymore? Is this what they had planned for her if she didn’t flee?

“Say something you jerk! Don’t tell me you’re letting some petty magic keep you grounded, fight it!” 

No matter what anyone said it did nothing. When moral dwindled the only solution left was to free you through other means 

The death knight escaped after you fell. Next time...next time he would die at her hand. 

Lysithea instantaneously moved to further her research after your burial. Not for herself, but to find out if you were gone long before they found you. She needed to know if your death was peaceful, if you could see that she tried 

If you would forgive her 

Marianne: 

“This is Nova. I have to leave for a mission, would you watch him for me Marianne?”

 Bright blue eyes bored into hers as she gingerly took hold of the bunny. It’s fur was soft, well groomed. She took notice of how it snuggled into her arms as if it feared no human. Marianne knew instantly that the animal was well loved and cherished. The though made her almost refuse the favor in fear of hurting it, but her classmate’s insistence wasn’t something to fight. 

  Despite her warnings (Y/N) never listened, and at some point Marianne gave up on pushing them away. Their company was appreciated yet she would never say it, and the cuddly creature in her arms truly proved their trust in her 

 She could only nod in agreement as they skipped off to prepare the bunny’s necessities to bring to her room. Marianne hoped she could care for the animal properly, and that nothing would happen to it

She worried for the wrong reasons, as (Y/N) never returned home. They were sent to face Solon and avenge the death of the Professor’s father. Marianne was asked to remain and help in healing injured soldiers from the most previous confrontation. 

·If she knew that would have been the last time (Y/N) would show up in her room, she--no, she wouldn’t have done anything. She may have tried to convince them to stay home but Marianne knows she would have not confessed anything

  Not that she valued their friendship or that she worried for their wellbeing. Not that she was grateful they trusted her with Nova, or that they help her care for her horses. She wouldn’t have even thought it. 

 She didn’t think of it afterwards either. Her fondness for her deceased friend wouldn’t have been noticeable at all if not for the bunny. Despite everything she cared for it as if it were (Y/N) themselves. 

When she sees a familiar figure take charge at Gronder, time freezes. She remembers the bunny sitting in her dorm without an owner. She wonders how abandoned it must have felt to never see it’s best friend again. She feels for the bunny because it’s how she felt.

Without thinking she shoots a blast of magic their way and watches them crumple on the floor 

Why did they abandon their precious bunny? Did they give up on it? Did they give up on her? 

Did you...finally realize you had befriended a monster?