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mila’s matchup.

Hey anon! <3 I’m powering through these requests since I don’t want to make you all wait, here is the next one! I also really like cats and money, lul.

I hope you enjoy!

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Fate has been sealed.

A single card.

Orange.

Kaden, The Lovers.

✦ Kaden is very bold on his affection; and that, I believe, is a universal fact. He is clear on his doting, and bold on his words. It is a good counter to your own icy self, and because of that I think you would be great together.

✦ Kaden will treat you so well you will forget why you even doubted your worth. He would be a proper shoulder to cry on if it ever gets too rough, all while giving you reassuring words with a small smile. He is usually very mischievous and sly, but will ALWAYS listen to you as seriously as he leads his clan - after all, you are his S/O. You are above everything else.

✦ The man sing with you for sure as he is known to have o inhibitions and he WILL socialize with you; attend to events as the head of the kitsune, go out frequently, always linked by the arm, close, his tail coiling around your waist. 

✦ Though he doesn't really understand the appeal of dreaming and sleeping in general, he willl make an exception for you. At night, he'll hold you close, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck as his tail sways happily from side to side, ready to battle any nightmares that may come.

✦ If that turns out to be the case, his embrace will get more protective, and his ears will flick back - his hands instinctively will reach for your hair, playing with it until it goes away - if that doesn't happen, he will wake you up himself, and just whisper sweet nothings into your ear the rest of the night.

✦ The good thing about dating Kaden is how much trust he places on you. He has no fear of you ever failing him, his blind faith tells him that you would never do something like that - despite being a cold person on the outside at least, the little acts of service you do for him and others proves how good you are inside.

✦ Speaking of the sweet gestures, if you get him a gift or paint something for him, get ready to receive a gift or two (or five) back, and his affection multiplied tenfold. He is very grateful for you and he shows it despite your flustered state, as he is proud to call you his S/O. (He also thinks it’s rather cute for you to be all red-faced.)

→“You’ve given me so much happiness, S/O. I’ll spend all our lives returning the favor!”

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who would you match yourself with? :O)

lukas: h-

me: 

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mila’s matchup.

✦ Hi! Due to personal reasons I decided not to exist for a while. I hope you will forgive me, I do think this will be my modus operandi.

✦ Nevertheless, you sound SO cute anon...you sound like me! And I love that <3

✦ I was going to match you with a boy and a girl, but these two matched you so well I had to make an exception, I hope you don’t find it offensive or anything. You just would make such a cute couple!

✦ Anyways, here you go! Reqs closed since I need to catch up; sorry for the kings and queens that are waiting on the ask box.

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Fate has been sealed.

The cards are drawn out.

Two cards. One is golden, one is green.

❝ Libra; The Hermit.❞

✦ Libra is known to certainly not be the most talkative of all; and as a result it would not be an easy relationship - but it would for sure be the most rewarding.

✦ Because he comes from a love-torn past; libra finds it very hard to truly trust people, he offers smiles and polite nods, but scarcely does he truly let his vulnerability show - what if he gets another scar for his mistakes?

✦ You are a breath of fresh air to him; for his wounds, the best of ointments. Your patience will surely draw him in - as talking to you is easy, almost like he did not have to try to impress you.

✦ Your relationship is symbiotic. His quick thinking and golden advice will be helpful and will ease your doubts, and his words will slow your thoughts down. Gift of the gab, they say. 

✦ In his case, you are his beacon. He has rarely shared anything outside the walls of his own home, and for you to break them down is a terrifying albeit exhilarating feeling for him. You ought to be patient with him - he is afraid of being touched, but that does not mean he does not yearn for your tender touch. Let the small flower bloom, and soon he will be putty in your hands.

✦ For both of you, it is a learning experience, both romantically and intelectually. Your passsion for art is something you two share, and you will develop a uspport system within one another. Constructive criticism has never been so helpful when surrounded by love, and this becomes specially true with Libra.

✦ He is a very observant person, and because of that is very willing to explore your interests with you - what you like, what you don’t. How your face contorts ever so slightly when you’re confronted with an unpleasant event. Though he might not share the same level of enthusiasm within your hobbies, Libra makes sure that you acknowledge his efforts and for that you are thankful.

⇾ “I was told about some ruins to the north of Ylisse. Perhaps you’d like to visit them together?”

✦ ABSOLUTELY the one to learn the history about the place beforehand to impress you.

✦ As opposed to Libra, a relationship with Ignatz is easygoing, like water, casual, but with a lot of hidden love.

❝ Ignatz; The Moon.❞

✦ He is a very placid man, if not a little shy, but your abilities as a conversationalist would outweigh his inhibitions every single time. 

✦ His love is not shown like a full fledged, romantic confession. He is far too withdrawn for such things, he would rather let Sylvain do all those - though that does not mean he does not love you as much.

✦ His affection is easily proven if you check his books. sketches of you on every page, some quick, some detailed. Sometimes he even gives you a painting; with no prior message in advance.

⇾ “Here, I drew this with you in mind, I would be grateful if you could take it.”

✦ He would love it if you shared your art (drawn or written, both are valued equally by him) with him. It would mean a lot to him as, well, sharing your sketchbook with someone is an extremely personal thing.

- EXTREMELY supportive. and extremely curious. Would ask you to go anywhere with him, zero hesitation.

✦ Since he shares your same hobbies, you two wuld basically be glued by the hip. It’s nothing toxic (as in: being dependent on eachother), it’s just that both of you function better when you’re together, both when doing munudane activities or in the battlefield.

✦ You’re that one couple everyone is jealous of. Lowkey.

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Holy Sothis, this is great writing! Keep it up!

FOR U....I DON’T DESERVE YOUR COMPLIMENTS....

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To live and die by the sword (Felix HCs)

✦ I love this idea Anon, and I’m so sorry that I took so long to write this! IN this one, I opted to do it headcanon style, because there’s just so many things I want to say... Thank YOU for suggesting this! <3 I may rework it to a fanfic in the future. 

✦ There’s quite a bit of headcanons in here, all by yours truly. But I hope you don’t mind. 

✦ Hopefully I nailed his personality well, he’s a very complex character and goes beyond the uwu tsundere trope in my opinion. It turned a bit deep somewhere in the middle for some reason - Ahaha...Enjoy!

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✦ To a stranger, Felix Hugo Fraldarius and the concept of love - or relationships, in general - might be two terms that would never meet. To a friend, the words would be long forgotten due to their lack of use; and to Felix himself, yearning is a painful process to go through. Extremely painful.

✦ He is not the most emotional person in the world. But still, when he falls, he falls deep. So deep, even, that he has never experienced such an explosion of feelings within himself - it overwhelms him to the point where he becomes erratic, anxious, angrier, even.

✦ And he despises it. 

✦ He thrives in his strength. He hates weak people. So why, Goddess, why does s/o reel him in so mercilessly? They’re weaker. They’re useless. Why must he protect them? Knowing he would die by the sword he was born on, hacked by the enemy’s forces like his brother. Why must she make him fall in love? Why make s/o mourn his inevitable demise? Has he done so much bad that his divine punishment is not only for him, but also for his love?

✦ A bittersweet romance, and a rocky one at that. Felix has devoted his life to the blade and battle, and he knows nothing of anything else. His feelings are as unknown to him as they are to you/o, and that can and will lead to complications. 

✦ You’re weak. And you’re boring. And that is his premise to pull away from your spell. He avoids all contact, and his words seem even more venomous when directed at you in the beginning. It’s not out of spite, mind you, merely himself directing his hate to someone else. 

✦ He can’t help but bottle his feelings up. His words become softer, less harmful. He begins to actively seek your company in the monastery.

✦ As the bond develops, Felix’ coarse exterior falls apart to reveal some sort of mother hen, always hovering over you in an overprotective manner - though the maternal feelings had never been there, lending you a hand in basic issues was simply a way for him to be around you without making it obvious that he fancied you. (In his eyes, of course. Everyone else was certainly not blind to his antics.)

⇾ “s/o, that axe is way too big for you. Have a head, won’t you? Just ask me to carry it next time.” 

⇾ “s/o, are you an idiot? What are you doing, holding the sword like that? You can injure your arm very easily. 

⇾ “I’ll tell you how to hold it ONCE, but after that you’re on your own. I’m not saving your ass in battle.” 

✦ And, truly, he does not kid when he says that, he knows that he would never be able to protect you in war. He’s too reckless, too harsh, too devoted to dying for his cause to truly care for you and cherish you as you deserve. He goes to all battles as if it were his last, and everyone knows it. As much as it brings tears to his citrine-tinted eyes, the boar or Sylvain, would be a much better fit for someone like you.

✦ That is why, you’re as poisonous to him as you are an antidote to his troubles. In you and him, he sees Glenn and Ingrid, and the inevitable fate of drifting apart because of the slash of a blade. He is terrified of deep bonds, and equally terrified of losing them. Losing you. And though your budding romance was inevitable, he still wishes he could forget you - so that you could have found someone better to place your trust in.

⇾ “s/o, I can’t...I can’t love you like everyone else. I have battles to die on.”

⇾ “Felix, why do you always say that? Can’t you reconsider?”

⇾ “That’s all I am, s/o. I’m an empty husk of a swordsman. Were you really as stupid as to love someone like me?”

✦ Glenn’s death had changed him. He cannot see through himself - all he can think of is the shadow that looms over him menacingly, even if the source of the shade is long gone, the man cannot help but refer to himself as a barren shell of a could-be swordsman, a cheaper Glenn - a replaceable pawn in the game of war. That is why, when he sees you, he falters. He doesn’t deserve to love. What could you see in him, other than a prickly asshole with an inferiority complex?

⇾ “s/o…”

✦ Sometimes, he delves in too deep into his mind. Pulling him out is hard, though not impossible...His almost kamikaze mindset is embedded into his mind strongly, but it is a mix between your concern and affection that makes him even consider the fact that...maybe he’s not made just to kill. 

✦ You can reach an agreement. Because his undying love for you is stronger than the desire to fulfill his quota of greatness and surpass Glenn’s. But it won’t be easy, not for you, not for him. Learn how to protect yourself, spar with him, share his struggles as you two grow closer and stronger. The battlefield will only be a test to see if love truly overcomes all.

⇾ “You have my back, and I have yours...Maybe when this is over, we could take some stray cats in…”

⇾ “I’ll fight. Not to die, but to live for you, s/o.”

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I just discovered your account and I'm??? your writing is SO goddamn GOOD!! I read all of your posts and I'm just in awe- you're amazing! 🤧 that's all I wanted to say, hope you have a great day! (oh that rhymed 😳)

THANK U........ HERE... HAVE A RING SINCE U WANNA ACT LIKE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

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mila’s matchup.

✦ Anon…You are such a sweetie. SUCH. A sweetie. I had trouble between choosing who was fit for you, because, with such a beautiful soul...The cards could not decide between one! <3

✦ I’m sorry for my absence! Life is a pain and existence is maddening, but I am here to drop another text. I am writing a Felix fanfiction next.

✦ For now, enjoy a matchup!

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Fate has been sealed.

The cards are drawn out.

A single card. A green one.

❝ Ashe; Justice.❞

✦ You and Ashe are meant to be. 

✦ Your kind and empathetic personality would be an imminent green flag for him - alongside your very open feelings, it would reel him in immediately. He values those who show their true selves without a veil to an incredible extent, especially in times like war where nothing is like it seems. He needs a reason to smile through it all, and maybe it ought to be you, eh?

✦ To him, you’re magnetic. You’re everything that he’s looking for in a partner, and the dynamic duo you two would create would be the only thing talked about in the monastery. A kind, earnest woman with a big heart, and a loving, optimistic man whose forgiveness knows no bounds? Meet the unofficial parents of Garreg Mach, everyone. 

✦ Though he is not particularly shy, one must admit that Ashe Ubert is a little bit cautious when courting someone - bashful, even. His advances would be subtle, but distinct in a way that only you could notice. He’d take you hiking; he’d ask you to sing with him so that he’s not alone. Always observant of your hobbies, and passions. You have his knightly books to thank for.

⇾ “Ah, s/o! I hope you’re not busy - er- would you care to accompany me for a trip around the Oghma mountains on horseback some day? I’m fairly sure you enjoy hiking...Right?” 

Maybe we could even watch the sunset. 

No.

That was ruled out. Ashe is cheesy, but not to that extent.

✦ Unlike, for example, Felix, Ashe is completely truthful to his goals with you - he is honest, perhaps too much, sometimes. When the relationship is further established, his own boldness is surprising - he has no filter when displaying affection; and he hopes you understand as much as he accepts your brashness.

⇾ “What do you mean, don’t deserve it? Dear, you’ve spiced up my life enough to feed you a thousand sweets! This is only a cake that I baked on a whim. Besides, don’t act like you haven’t been forgetting about your daily meals…”

✦ His devotion is shown, mostly, by his words. Not only love-infused, but filled with care; sometimes they take a motherly tone, almost, if he sees you’ve been neglecting your own health. His sermons would be stern, but if you look at him in the eyes, the worry and love he feels would be almost palpable. 

⇾ “s/o, I appreciate you being the sweetest person in Fodlán, but you must not disregard your own needs! Look at you, you haven’t eaten at all! And water, you must drink some water...What to do with you!” And then he scurries off to cook for you personally, yes - perhaps he’ll force you to take a bath later on, no lascivious intent, of course…~ 

✦ Ashe has lost too many people in the past, and his bonds have been so close to breaking (or broken, in fact) that one more loss would wreck his psyche. That said, he clings to you like a magnet when a battle is not being fought- your hand always in his, as for him, it is a physical reminder that you’re there - alive and well. He smiles at the thought.

✦ He lives for ideals - he yearns to be a regal knight, even in love. He will take it slow, and, whether you like it or not, will be cheesy and fairytale-esque. It’s very cute to watch how he shields you from all troubles, and compliments your every inch casually. In romancing, he is a given - do not tell him, however, or he may faint right there. 

✦ In love he is a natural, and in problem solving, he is as well. He would bail you out more times than one can count, with a smile on his face before sternly lecturing you over watching your mouth. He respects your wish to tell the raw truth, bad habit or not, but will ALWAYS try to hold you back in that regard. It’s just a pet peeve of his that you would either grow to love or hate.

⇾ “s/o...How many times must I tell you? Bickering won’t save a thing! I must admit, yes - Lorenz may not sport the greatest of hairstyles but, still - s/o? What are you snickering about?” He’d end up laughing with you, and the cycle would continue, again and again...

✦ Ashe is very family-driven. And he’d give his life to start a family with you - not before discussing it, of course. He thinks of you as the Goddess herself, and creating something together would be something he would yearn for life. To him, to be able to start a family with the one he truly loves, like an ideal love story, is an ode to his adoptive father and his teachings.

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star-struck students (sylvain x f!reader II.)

✦ wowow This took long, sorry anon! Here you go - I hope you enjoy Sylvain opening up to you about his romantic ideals. 

✦ (currently writing other requests! ;0)

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One would think that, after that past encounter with the well-known flatterer known as Sylvain Jose Gautier, he’d decide that the nervous, awkward and panicked soulmate wasn’t his choice of girl, and that he’d go on and find other ladies to scout in the monastery - in spite of, apparently, ending up together in the future. 

He could have time to enjoy the luxuries of promiscuity and Y/N could focus on not thinking about Sylvain.

But it seemed that the ginger wished to suprise the woman once more, not only with the gift of giving her his undivided attention, but persevering and latching onto her side even when Y/N had clearly stated he wanted no business with him. Multiple times.

Multiple Times.

And so was the situation - the now inseparable two; an exhausted Y/N and a hopeful Sylvain, strolling around Garreg Mach monastery together every single night.

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“Hey, soulmate.” 

A low, silky voice was heard behind the studying woman, whose moment of relaxation turned into sheer stress the moment she recognized the voice, the rhythmic, prideful steps, and the crimson eyes that now drilled into her own gaze. But something was off, she noticed. It wasn’t the first night it happened, either.

His scent.

Often, Sylvain would be accompanied by the fragrance of a feminine perfume - each night, a different one - crystalline proof of his philanderous activities...Yet that custom seemed to vanish the moment the man found out his alleged one’s promised.  Y/N, why would you notice such a small fact? Perhaps...His tenacity was growing on you?

At the thought of this, Y/N shook her head, slamming the book as a reflex when she looked at the waiting man in front of her. Her chest puffed up, a façade she would put on whenever he was to show up, she found out. (Which was every night, at this point.)

“Sylvain.”

She spoke, as a way of greeting, while quickly standing up from the chair of the library. With Gautier already here, it was best to simply stash the book away - not before doggy-earing the page - , it was hard to concentrate on a book after being hit with flirtatious sentences constantly, after all. Y/N smiled. It was hard not to appreciate his words. With every passing nightly talk and stroll, his compliments became more personal, touching. In a sense, it felt like

they were just for her.

But were they? 

Y/N sighed as she pressed the book into the shelf firmly, the object smoothly sliding into place before colliding against the wooden back of the furniture. She turned back to her soulmate, looking at her with a small smile, leaning on his hand innocently.

She knew the routine already. He’d follow her outside the library, suggest a walk around the monastery, and they’d stay up past midnight, chatting away, bonding. As much as Y/N denied it, she enjoyed the moments where he could see the true Sylvain, flaws and all. Romantic, yet true. Y/N chuckled at her idealized imagination.

“A walk, then?” She turned to him abruptly, which made him sit up straight in a flash before nodding. He seemed excited, almost. Akin to a puppy with a new toy.

And so, the cycle of a slow, budding romance repeated.

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Y/N could not read the letters written in front of her. Her mind kept drifting off to the endless cycle of connection with the ginger man that seemed to be late tonight. It gave her time for her mind to wander off - they always walked at night, yet, a cup of tea was never discussed in this odd contract they held. 

All these innuendos seemed to be thrown so very easily women’s way, only to be met with a side glance and a giggle. No girl had ever responded to his amorous attempts. What would happen, were Y/N to respond? Time to break the cycle, she thought.

And, as if on cue, the door opened, and the same airy steps filled the silence of the room. Y/N held a smile back at her mischievous plan. Something was bound to happen, for sure. 

He grabbed the chair in front of her, plopping down pridefully as he leaned forward, ready to deliver a fatal blow to Y/N’s heart, as he did every night they met in their little rendezvous.

“Tell me, my dear Y/N. What time must you be back in heaven?”

And- wow. It certainly was smooth, alright. He was at least more experienced than her. (which was not hard.) She repressed the furious crimson that was about to spread through the bridge of her nose, and assumed the same stance she always showed to the man.

Grabbing her book without a word, she headed to a bookshelf next to them. Sylvain almost wondered if he did something distasteful before she spoke.

“Midnight is the latest I’ll stay. How about we have some tea meanwhile, soulmate?” 

And albeit her tone was undoubtedly shaky, he appreciated the sentiment, and his pale cheeks showed a slight tint of a peachy pink - rare, in a casanova like he was.  “Let us waste no time, then!” He exclaimed in a hushed tone - they were in  the library, after all - all while Y/N exhaled shakily, facing the shelf still.

The cycle had been broken.

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“You have some odd friends, Sylvain!” Y/N said between giggles, all while holding the teacup tightly as she suppressed the will to cry out laughing. 

Mainly, because the monastery was asleep. Sylvain and Y/N seemed to be the only ones awake at this time. That grumpy blue haired boy could be training, perhaps. It didn’t matter to any of the ones present in the gardens anyway.

“Well, yeah. We were a weird bunch, eh? Ha.” Sylvain was much more civilized, his laughter seemed not to erupt as loudly as his soulmates, but he had a colossal smirk on his face as he looked up, scheming something. His expression reminded Y/N of a certain archer. 

“What are you planning, now?” Y/N teased, unaware of his intentions, and took a sip of her chamomile tea, sighing as her breathing evened out from the past laughter. “You better not wreak havoc this late. The professor would surely kill us if we’re caught.”

Sylvain gave to her banter no answer, and he stood up abruptly and looked at Y/N, his gaze seemed to hold a fiery determination to it - unusual, she thought. The proximity of their visages made the woman blush a crimson red as she sipped on her tea, an excuse to averting his gaze.

“You know...I never really have witnessed the star terrace at night.” And she choked on her tea.

“Surely you’re joking.”

Sylvain was about to protest.

“Even if- okay, even if you weren’t joking, I would never do such a thing. What if the ARCHBISHOP sees us?!”

You would not indulge in such a crazy delirium.

-

You indulged in his crazy delirium. And it only took a puppy-eyed Sylvain. It was surreal.

Slithering through the hallways of the monastery, the third floor seemed to be closer, and closer.

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“I can’t believe we made it without getting caught.” 

Sylvain spoke out first between gasps, but his puffed chest and gaping mouth left it quite clear that he was proud of his accomplishment. Y/N was glad, too, but she didn’t seem so eager of trespassing such a sacred place.

But, when she got a good look at the place, she understood why he wanted to be here so acutely. The moon glistened over the two pristine ponds next to them, they gave out an eery glow, and it gave the balcony an otherworldly feel to it - holy, even. 

“Ah, Sylvain. Did you ever notice there was a crest drawn here?” Y/N pointed at the ground in awe, an unknown symbol was drawn underneath them. “This place is wonderful.”

Something in that sentence seemed to trigger his thoughts.

Sylvain didn’t seem to share her excitement over the crest. He frowned and chuckled sardonically, stepping out of the circle, towards the obelisk, but facing the woman, nevertheless.

“The source of all my fears is my crest, Y/N. I get angry every time I see one. So it’s more like I don’t want to notice.” He muttered lowly, his left arm clutching his right one as a sign of self-uncertainty. 

“Do you know why I’ve pestered you so much, Y/N?”

She looked up at him, confused and weary, as she neared in. She gave no answer, but the red-haired man answered for himself.

“Look- I hate commitment. It might be because I’m just too scared of being used because of my crest, or because I just can’t stick to someone in particular but- I-” He groaned, pressing his back against the obelisk and sliding down slowly. It cast a shadow on his figure, an empty vessel of his once confident mask.

Sylvain was unraveling in front of her.

“My mind switched the moment I met you, is what I mean. And I want to do things right. I know you might think of me as a ladies man and whatever, but honestly? They just want me for my crest, and I just want them for a one-night-stand. And I can’t handle it when girls get attached to me. But you- I don’t want you just for your body, you know?” 

Y/N sat down next to him, looking up. She enjoyed the closure she was getting, the true colors of the paramour of Garreg Mach.

“You’re my soulmate. These stupid words in my forearm say so. And I want to believe it. These walks I take with you every night - They might have been the best thing I’ve had in a long time, Y/N, seriously. So I want it to stay that way.”

Y/N smiled. So this was Sylvain Jose Gautier - a romantic man, she thought.

“If it makes you feel better, Sylvain...” Y/N leaned into his shoulder, chuckling. “I didn’t even remember you had a crest.” 

He smiled. “It’d be better if you kept thinking that.” 

And then, after simultaneously chuckling, they fell in a comfortable silence.

Ages seemed to pass as they looked up into the stars, the mere sounds of nature being their melody in the requiem of that fated night. It was almost ideal.

They even ignored the metallic steps of a guard in their late night scouting duty.

“What are you kids doing here?” 

Oh, no.

“Looks like we’ll be seeing eachother in cleaning duty everyday, Y/N.”

Y/N whined. “Not the time for jokes, Sylvain...!”

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update

hi loves!

I'm here to remind you all that I'm here.

I'm currently working on a continuation of 'seducibly so' fanfic of Sylvain, requested by an anon.

Matchups may take some time as I have some full blown fanfic to write rn.

ly all!

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i just saw the matchup and i feel so blessed and warm inside! thankyouthankyou so much, petal!! words cannot describe just how much i adore it and stahl and marianne!! 💜

You're SO welcome anon!!! I'm glad you liked them!!

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mila’s matchup.

✦ You sound like such a sweetie, anon! I can totally relate to some aspects of your personality - kindness and empathy are wonderful traits to hold. I paired you up with two people; one from Awakening, and one from Three Houses. I pray you like them, Anon!

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Fate has been sealed.

The cards are drawn out.

Two cards. A green card, a blue card.

❝Stahl; Temperance.❞

✦ An easy match! A goof for a goof. 

✦ His easygoing personality and your own tender aura mix very well - he is as kind as he is distracted, one could very easily spot him zoning out as you talk. Just- just staring at you. He’d surely brush it off, however, as being hungry, or tired. 

⇾ After the embarrassing instance of him being caught staring, Stahl would either apologize for doing so (assuring you that he was listening, he was just focused on your face) or immediately divert the topic to either ‘care for a snack?’ or ‘how about we go for a walk, s/o?’

✦ Overall, you two would very much be that couple. The two who, to the naked eye, seem like a mere, happy friendship between two goofballs. An advantageous point on Stahl’s side is that he is an open book to those he trusts - which is quite a big group of people - but it affects him the most when he is around s/o. And albeit he is quick to joke around and tell stories, his deepest worries are only for the one who will understand them the most. And that is s/o. 

⇾ Friendly gestures can only do so much outside of the thin veil that separates privacy and the outside world, and Stahl knows that. He’s quick on PDA, but would never go out of line if he could avoid it. (sometimes, he’s far too needy!)

✦ Stahl would  gush over you to anyone who dared mention your name. ‘Music? Oh, well, s/o can play music, you know. AND they can sing very well. AND they’re cute.’ He’d also openly admit to doing so, yes. Like a proud dad.

⇾ “Ah, well...What can I say, s/o? I just think you’re far too miraculous not to say it.”

✦ He’s slow by nature, calm and, in his eyes, average, so Stahl would probably not understand why your fear of failure even exists. His complacent and breezy personality evens your fear of failing, and motivate him to stand out, just for you.

⇾ The fact that he doesn’t understand does not mean he won’t help you. Stahl is a helper, and in spite of not being a people-pleaser, knows his way around feelings enough to ease your sorrow, if only for a short instance. Whether it means distracting you, reassuring you of your virtues or singing along to your songs, he’d do anything to alleviate your sadness.

✦ Also, last but not least. Picnic dates. That’s it. Literally it. Picnic on a hill of Ylisse, talking about anything that crosses your minds. 

✦ Serene and unhurried, just like Stahl.

❝Marianne, The hanged man.❞

✦ I would also pair you up with Marianne! Two words. Baby moment.

✦ Her soft-spoken and bleak nature, combined with your kind and empathetic psyche, would easily put her eat ease - and despite probably not being as fast as a process as Stahl’s, it would be equally fruitful. She’d open up slightly day by day, raise her voice up an mere inch, just to see that she adores your presence.

⇾ To Marianne, whose self esteem is close to non-existent (in the beginning, at least), you are no more than a blessing from the Goddess herself. A way of healing, per se. An answer to her prayers. She’d cherish your every move, in her own way.

✦ Your fondness for animals would surely be the main reason why she would start to appreciate your presence. Your time would be spent at the stables of the monastery, with her talking fervently about all of the horses and animals that live there.

⇾ This is where Marianne would truly flourish with you, and show you her progress. She’d raise her voice, add some emotion to her sentences as she lovingly spoke about Dorte, while sending an equally loving glance your way. She would not apologize for her ramblings, nor stammer with her words - That is when you would know you truly made your way into her heart and feels comfortable.

✦ She enjoys silent hobbies, and quiet conversations - even silently hanging out while you write or sing would be enough for her to feel contempt and forget about all other worries that cloud her busy mind. 

⇾ The woman would, however, try to involve herself in some of your diversions; she’d ask about your stories, listen to your singing, and could even join you on your sewing sessions, so long as she could stay close to you.

✦ Much like Marianne, your relationship would be hushed, but passionate.

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Just wanted to let you know your Felix headcanons were really well written! Hope you're having a lovely day

Thank you anon! 🥺

[maddenedsanctity]

the humming of fraldarius. (felix hcs)

✦ Hi anon! I love this request - love me some Fraldarius baby moments. Thank you for the good luck message. <3

✦ I decided to make it headcanon style, because I had so many ideas about this cute little prompt that I simply could not write them down in the form of a proper fanfiction! (I might re-visit it in a later time, however…I loved this too much to leave it as it is.)

✦ If you want something more specific with this, shoot me an ask...I’d love to write for this baby. 

✦ I hope you enjoy it!

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✦  Felix, albeit a rough person in general, is perhaps the most tender and fragile lover of all. His emotions are as unstable as they could be - and, in spite of the venomous words that often escape his mouth, he would not dare speak to his s/o in such a vile way.

✦ He’s a terrible mix in a lover; shy, but prideful, he wouldn’t try his hand at openly asking for affection unless his trust were to be unconditionally strong - something that even he cannot fathom, truth be told. For now, he is stuck to insinuating it.

⇾ That is why, a fated night in his quarters - fighting the usual battle of finally succumbing to sleep - where his s/o begins to sing a melody unheard before, he couldn’t believe his ears. It was as if the skies themselves sang for him. His figure immediately stiffened, and then unbounded in front of s/o, as their hands ran through his hair. The true, tranquil, Felix Hugo Fraldarius was right there, with his guard down, clutching s/o in the most tender way he could. His breath steady, mouth curved into what was the ghost of a pristine smile. Congrats, s/o. You hacked the system - you got him with that voice of yours.

✦ The man was never one to sleep well. His sleep was light and poor, often clouded by the nightmares of the unmentionable tragedy of Duscur - and his brother. The agony, the look of despair on his father’s face upon hearing the news … and his own torment of having lost his role-model and hero.

✦ And, after that night, they vanished, as if the killings had never happened at all. He slept well, for once, with a sense of security and peace, next to his dear s/o (despite the fact that he would never admit how much he needed them) and the only sound in his mind being the faint, honeyed humming of their voice.

✦ He’d never admit how much he craved their singing. Every night, after training and finishing their daily duties, he’d plop onto the bed and simply gaze up, cheeks flushing a peachy color as his eyes searched their own, and would use any excuse to make them sing again.

⇾ “S/O. How was the melody you sang last night, again…? Oh, I’m merely curious.”

✦ He’d grow a dependency on their voice; perhaps it was the sweetness of their tone, the way they spoke, or hummed, while their fingers slowly ran through his hair… the combination of those factors may have been the reason why he was sleeping so soundly. He was thankful, in his own way.

✦ Not only did it affect his rest, Felix’ proper sleep schedule made his daytime behavior slightly less cranky. He’d handle two sentences from Sylvain instead of one, before snapping and lunging at him with his words. Besides, when stressed or possibly alone, one could hear the soft hum of a deep voice, serenading the melody he had heard last night in hopes of calming himself down. (it tended to work! but nothing could replace s/o’s way of singing, so he’d long for them all day after that.)

✦ There were some days that were far too much for him to handle. Maybe training did not go as planned, or the professor was stern on criticizing his technique with the sword. Or someone made him remember the massacre. Those gloomy days, his face would look angrier than usual, noticeable only in a way Sylvain or s/o could see. His eyes held, instead of a glimmer of determination, a glint of sorrow.

⇾ He would not hesitate, those dark days. Felix knew s/o had his back and as much as he hated to admit such a fact, they were the reason why his nightmares had vanished. Them and their angelic voice…it was almost bewitching to him.

⇾ Felix would, swallowing his pride and dignity, ask for them to sing.

⇾ “S/O…Would it be too much, to ask you to sing for me tonight?”

⇾ After all, stress melted away when they sang, and could hold the person they adored most close - he’d embrace them a little bit tighter tonight, as his painful memories of the past melted away, as melodiously as they sang.

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Do you have any specific guidelines for matchups?

Not at all! All I ask is this:

✦ Sexual/Romantic orientation

◈ Because I need to know which gender(s) to match you up with!

✦ Short description of your personality (+ hobbies if you want to)

◈ So I can get a better idea of how you are and be able to make an accurate assumption of who would fit your side best.

✦ Game preference

◈ Because, you know. Lots of FE games, lots of hubbies/wifeys to see. You can suggest more than one.

With those three, you're set!

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seducibly so. (Sylvain X Reader)

✦ Fire Emblem : Three Houses

✦ Sylvain José Gautier x Fem!Reader

✦ Soulmate AU

✦ Soulmates are not so easy to see - some say that is the fun part of this curious matchmaking system. But sometimes, the quote on one’s forearm is easily identified. There is only one person who could be so bold and flirty in the monastery, after all.

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Soulmates, soulmates, soulmates. 

They were the talk of the monastery, those two fated students who had recently found out they were the perfect fit for eachother, according to the quotes that graced their skin. They bore the words of the other, and as romantic as it was - the women of the Black Eagles could not leave the subject alone, at all. All of the girls, except Y/N.  Labeled as the bookworm of the class, her wisdom was comparable to Linhardt’s or Seteth’s- No wonder, she thought. She spent her days trapped inside the library of Garreg Mach, always studying, always learning whatever books could provide her. She was that of a sponge for knowledge.

It wasn’t as if Y/N did not know about soulmates - in fact, she was, very possibly, the one who had invested the most time researching them. Her gaze had recently been set on it, and her scriptures were all about the odd miracle of finding your other half. Words embedded onto one’s skin, a sudden cure for monochromacy...Hell, she even read about a timer in a person’s wrist, counting down until the moment they’d find their ideal lover. 

“If only.” Y/N spat, closing the book she was reading in an abrupt manner, gazing at the title written in gold. “The Staggering world of soulmates.” She scowled lowly, placing the book on top of the other ones she had read that late night. It was time to hit the hay.

She walked slowly, the dim (or almost non-existent) light that the monastery held at night was, in Y/N’s eyes, a blissful moment. Scary? Perhaps - yet it was nevertheless soothing. Her train of thought got stopped abruptly as her eyes spotted a mess of fiery red hair, and was met by an equally passionate stare. 

The moment their gazes met, the man winked, and a confident grin made its way to his face as his crimson eyes managed to catch the female’s flushed cheeks.

And then she fled the scene.

-

There was something about that man that made Y/N question her feelings towards him. She never spoke to him, but the winks, smiles, silent gestures of seduction never seemed to disappear. 

“I’m putting too much thought into it.” She muttered, as she got dressed for the day, buttoning her uniform up neatly before exiting her room. 

As she made her way to the dining hall, her mind ran last night’s events one more time. It was a simple wink. Why was it oh so relevant? A mere wink, from the monastery’s greatest skirt-chaser? Y/N looked at her forearm, covered by the golden sleeves of her uniform. 

Perhaps it was the fear of having him as a soulmate. The quote was far too fitting for him - she quickly raised the sleeve of her coat. It was written in a quick and airy handwriting, the holder of these words didn’t like to write very much.

“Depends. Are you seducible?” It read.

The woman winced and covered it instantly. That was very Sylvain-esque. 

But why was a future with that man such a gloomy end in Y/N’s eyes? Putting his flirty personality, seeming lack of loyalty, sharp tongue and shamelessness aside...he looked nice.

Right. He did.

Y/N shook her head. She had lost enough time dwelling on someone, and her breakfast was finished. Lessons for today were about to start, no time for slacking off-

And when she raised her stare from the now empty wooden bowl, she was once again met with the flaming gaze of the man. Who, mind you, was getting even bolder in Y/N’s point of view. It wasn’t just a wink now, no- a wink, a grin, and a small nod of acknowledgement were sent her way.

Oh, this was it. She could feel her cheeks flush, breath hitch and nerves arise; and that is why she scrambled off (albeit gracefully, of course.) to the Black Eagles’ class. She would find out the reason of his constant advances. Sooner or later, she’d confront him. 

And she’d find out they were, in fact, not soulmates.

-

Night had fallen. 

Y/N followed her usual routine; study, chat, study, eat, study, sleep. Yet, it felt odd - she could not focus, not at all, nor could she get that annoying wink and even more nerve-wracking smile out of her head. She was not mad at Sylvain, more so at her own psyche, for she had allowed herself to become infatuated by the overtures of someone like Sylvain - the same winks and smiles he sent to every woman in the monastery.

Y/N, what a fool you are...What a fool.

Yet, surrounded by books in the late night, Y/N could find some serenity within her mind if only for a short while, aware that the moment she felt drowsy, she’d have to tread the nocturnal path to her room, and find Sylvain wandering around there, as well.

It all came back to him, of course. 

Y/N grunted. Because that’s all she could do, fatigue overcoming her senses and driving her body towards the warm bed she longed for. The final walk of the day - off to face the crimson succubus Gautier had become.

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The woman was wary of an enemy that was not even dangerous. Ironically so, the usually peaceful path had become a journey to find the man and finally set things straight, to forget this silly crush. 

But what was she to do, once they had found eachother? She pressed a hand on her chin, humming to herself. Surely, Y/N would speak first, and she’d make a statement so cutting that he’d have no way to respond. That way, it’d be impossible for him to be her soulmat-

And then she crashed against something, no, someone. How cliché of her.

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed, silently praying it’d be someone like Hubert, or Dedue, so they could exchange silent apologies and then forget such a thing ever happened; but no.

It had to be Sylvain José Gautier himself. 

And the moment the girl looked up with the flustered face of an infatuated victim, is when Sylvain flashed one of his smooth smirks, the wink was not included  - she didn’t want her to faint right there, after all.

Nevertheless, instead of receiving the usual ‘Oh, Sylvain!’ or ‘I’m so sorry, Sylvain!’ of the enamored females of the monastery, he was met with an off-putting response. Bold, and oblivious.

Y/N frowned, quickly latching off of his chest and breathing a couple times before mustering up the strength to talk to the man, seemingly unfazed by all this.

“Are you trying to seduce me?”

She spoke, her tone serious, and her face as red as his hair - it made him chuckle quite a bit, considering the only thing he’d sent her way were a couple of winks and smiles; for the sole purpose of witnessing her flustered state before vanishing off somewhere. 

Y/N didn’t give herself time. From a crimson red to a pale white, the woman instantly cursed herself for such an easy question. She instinctively clutched her forearm, praying to the Goddess those words were not his own. 

“Depends. Are you seducible?”

Oh, no.

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❝ writing list. ❞

here is a guide to what i am able to write.

✦ writing styles

◈ reader x character (preferably so.)

◈ drabbles.

◈ headcanons.

◈ matchups.

✦ preferred games

◈ fe: fates

◈ fe: three houses

◈ fe: heroes

◈ this does not mean i will not write for other games - i simply have an affinity for them.

✦ ships

◈ all ships are valid, so long at is does not support any sort of toxic relationship. (pedophilia, abuse, etc.)

✦ nsfw

◈ nsfw is allowed, nevertheless, i will not write about kinks that i find uncomfortable. (such as bathroom related kinks.)

❝ may the goddess enlighten your way.❞

✦

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❝ and so, it begins. ❞

greetings. you find yourself in the blog of a Fire Emblem enthusiast, whose deepest desires are to make others feel loved by those they admire.

i am relatively new, so please, do bear with me. i pray your wishes come true.

requests are open.

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