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Nibble

On today’s episode of “Writer forces her friend to give her prompts.” we have Caspar + Biting from @inkyshroom cuz she’s awesome!

Warnings: diet NSFW

Happy reading! T~

Nibble

Caspar has just come to make sure you were still sane. Having been booked out for the past week just sitting at the altar fielding requests to the goddess. He was sure you’d need to be rescued from Seteth’s multitude of tasks. Straightening his armor, he pushed the heavy doors of the cathedral open and stalked in with as much purpose as he could muster.

“Caspar, is everything alright?” Your voice was soft, but a hint of worry pushed through.

“Somethings come up. I need your assistance!” Caspar’s voice echoed through the empty church. Bouncing around the live space before it was finally absorbed by the rafters.

You stood straight away, dismissing yourself from the alter. The soft tap of your boots against the tile the only indication of your movements. Your pace was hurried as Caspar gently took you by the elbow, guiding you out and down the stairs of the monastery.

“What’s going on? Should we bring back up?” You questioned, slowing your stride at the possibility of having to turn back.

“Oh no, I mean, technically something has come up, and I do need your assistance.” Caspar scratched at the back of his neck as color bloomed on his cheeks. “It’s just maybe not so urgent.”

“I see.” You stared at each other for a bit before you finally spoke again. “So, are you going to show me, or should I go back?”

At that Caspar’s face lit up, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, he escorted you into town to that tea show you loved. “You’ve been so busy lately I thought you could use a break. Thought you might be hungry.”

“How perceptive.” You smiled, and he beamed, happy to be able to help. “I’m quite nibbly.”

“Yea? Let’s get you taken care of then!” Excitement clear on Caspar’s face before his eyes went wide in genuine surprise. “You bit me?”

“I did.” You nodded the tiniest smile creeping across your features as you tugged his earlobe between your teeth.

Caspar went still as a board and held his breath, trying to stifle a groan as his hands balled up in the fabric of his pants. “You’re not hungry for food, are you?”

“Is that a problem?” You asked, nipping at his pulse point.

“Not at all.” Caspar’s voice caught in his throat as he responded. “Dig in.”

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Frost

For the love of my life who puts up with my incessant call for prompts :) @inkyshroom Here’s a happy morning cuddle as requested!

Prompt: Sylvain + morning cuddles + fluff

Warnings: Could rot your teeth 

Frost

Faerghus was always chilly, but chilly meant that it was more comfortable to snuggle. Especially when Sylvain kept insisting on sleeping with the window’s open. You snickered to yourself and wiggled in his grasp, turning so that you could face him and rest your head on his chest. Content to listen to his heart.

The man was like your own personal heater, and for that, you were thankful. Wanting nothing more than to spend the entire day in bed, you shut your eyes and splayed a cold hand across your love’s stomach and tucked frozen toes between the heat his calves had to offer. Unfortunately, just as you had gotten comfortable, Sylvain woke with a start; Eyes shooting open as he jumped away from the source of the chill.

“By the gods, why are you so cold?” He nearly shouted as he lowered himself back onto the bed. Wrapping you further in the blankets cautiously taking your hands in his own.

“I’m always this cold. Why are you so warm?” You asked, a smirk on your lips as your still cold fingertip traced a line up his neck making Sylvain shudder.

“I’m always this warm, and thank goodness for that; otherwise, I’m sure you’d freeze to death.” Sylvain joked as his grip tightened on your waist as he curled himself around you.

“Or we could shut the window?” You questioned, only half-serious. Sylvain kept you warm enough, and the sheer fact that you could see your breath when you exhaled made the prospect of leaving the warm confines of your covers even less likely. Something you certainly didn’t mind.

“No can do. I can’t help that I’ve always been this hot.” With a wink, Sylvain kissed your forehead. “We’ll just have to think of a way to warm you up. Something to get the blood flowing.”

“Or we could just lay here, and I can hide my hands in your shirt.” You smiled, leaning into the kiss that fell just below your bangs.

“Or we could do that.” His smile warmed your insides as you nestled beside him. “What of your feet, though?”

Without answering, you slipped your feet back between his legs, laughing out loud when he sucked in a sharp breath. “If you’d let me keep them there in the first place, they wouldn’t be this cold.”

“Whatever you say, dear.” You could feel his eyes roll before his chest heaved with the tiny breathy laughs that escaped him. “Whatever you say.”

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Clashing

This seems to be a popular request for the spicy requests lol :) This one goes to @inkyshroom who I coaxed into throwing some prompts at me to get me started!

Thanks love :) More to come soon!

Prompt: Felix + sparring + spice

Warnings: diet nsfw, post time skip spoilers

Clashing

Edelgard had been defeated, but that didn’t mean everyone’s work was finished. Many went back to their respective homes, doing what they could to quell small border skirmishes and make sure that bandits weren’t terrorizing the citizens.

This month, Felix was on a mission. Here to give a report in lieu of Ingrid, who had been wounded in their most recent dispute. Nothing too severe, but enough that Felix felt the need to go in her place, not that he would ever admit that to you. Unable to sleep, you wandered towards the training grounds only to find you weren’t the only one with the same idea.

That’s how you found yourself in this particular predicament. Facing off against Felix, the both of you covered in sweat and dust, panting as you circled one another. He lunged, and you dodged, barely. Immediately he averted his eyes, and you smirked, looking down at your now torn top.

“You really shouldn’t take your eyes off your opponent.” Smugness in your voice as you cut a line down his own shirt, exposing his chest.

“Oh? So that’s how we’re going to play this then?” Felix smirked and pulled the marred shirt from his pants. His eyes never leaving yours as he took the shirt off and tossed it to the ground.

The two of you spun around the training grounds, blades crashing against each other as he landed another hit, this time splitting your tights up the sides.

You huffed in distraction, immediately regretting it as he pinned you to the wall by the fabric of your jacket. Without a second thought, you spun out of the garment and swung forward, hitting the clasp on his belt.

Felix laughed outright as his pants fell to the ground, now chasing you around the training grounds in nothing but his underwear. “Byleth! Where do you think you’re going?” he asked as he caught up to you.

You turned but not fast enough as he sliced through the fabric at your back. Defiance ran through your veins as you stalked towards Felix. Your swords crossed one final time, the echo of steel ringing in your ears as you ran the tips of your fingers down his exposed chest. Felix sucked in a breath before his lips me yours.

Someone groaned, and before you knew it, the both of you were trading blows, mouths crashing against each other repeatedly until the both of you went careening toward the ground. The both of you laid there for a moment before Felix’s soft chuckle filled your ears, and a hand found its way to your ass.

“So, think we can finish this match elsewhere.” Felix’s eyes darted towards a corner of the room as a fierce blush worked its way across his face and down his chest.

“By all means. Though I think you should know, I don’t plan to concede.” You smiled, pushing off of him and pulling him up and towards your quarters.

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Panic

This is for my dear friend @inkyshroom whom I forced to give me a prompt to write! I hope you enjoy this love!

Prompt: Claude + Panic + collapsed Byleth

Warnings: diet angst cuz I’m not good at it, brief mentions of death and an arrow wound. Tennie-tiny Byleth spoiler.

Happy reading!

T~

Panic

The plan was foolproof, or so he thought. The wave of happiness Claude had been experiencing post-victory came crashing down around him faster than his wyvern could get to you.

“Byleth!” He screamed your name, watching in horror as you collapsed to your knees on the ground below an arrow jutting out from your chest.

Claude sent his entire battalion off in every direction, hoping someone would be able to find Marieanne, Lysithea, or Flayn. You needed a healer, that much was clear. He dropped down with little grace, jumping from the back of his wyvern before the creature had landed entirely, and took off in a mad dash for you.

Heart in his throat, Claude moved you into his arms. Scrutinizing the area for any errant enemy that may still be lurking in the nearby forest waiting for their chance to strike again.

“Don’t worry. I got’m.” You moaned breathing becoming erratic as you pointed at the archer collapsed at the treeline.

“That’s not the problem here, Teach.” Claude tried to remain light-hearted as his eyes darted between your face, the arrow dangerously close to your heart, and the sky. Where was his backup?

His impatience turned into panic as your eyes went glassy, and your body grew heavy. “Hey, no. C’mon Blyeth, don’t do that. That’s not funny.”

When he got no response his grip on you tightened, why hadn’t he tried to learn at last one healing spell from Lysethia like she had suggested, damn it. Claude’s blood turned to ice when he pulled your chest to his ear, there was no heartbeat. No. No, no, no, no, no.

“Byleth! Hey, Byleth, I need you to wake up!” Claude was on his feet in seconds, charging towards his wyvern. “Lysethia! Marrianne! Flayn! Anytime you guys wanna show up would be great!”

His impatience was showing as seconds turned into minutes, the lump in his throat making it harder and harder to breathe the longer you went without a heartbeat. This isn’t what he had planned, why were you by yourself over there? Why wasn’t someone covering you? Where had he gone wrong? Mind and thoughts a mess he barely registered when your fingers tightened their grip on his wrist.

“You shouldn’t fly so erratically?” Your voice a whisper, barely audible over the wind.

“Can we not talk about my flying right now? Especially when you didn’t have a heartbeat until a moment ago.” Claude’s voice came out strained as he steadied his wyvern.

“I can promise you I still don’t have one. I wouldn’t concern yourself too much with that.” You took a relaxed breath and rested your head against the warmth of his chest. You may have just gotten the scolding of your life from Sothis, but it was all worth it when you knew his heartbeat was safe. You’d take an arrow again for him any day, but he didn’t need to know that.

You smiled to yourself as his own pulse slowed, happy to see your friends rush the two of you before you had even landed. This is what you had to preserve. In that moment, you knew you’d happily turn back time, take a hit, whatever was needed to save every single one of them. You would do it time and time again, for as long as you could, because they were more than just friends or your students or comrades, they were your family.