#fe3h imagine

[sothisblessmysoul]

Can I ask for a bouquet of flowers for the blue lions? That sounds so adorable. 🥰

(I never knew if you wanted all of them or selected few so I did all of them)

༓ʚ A Flower's Meaning ɞ༓

Summary: The Blue Lions react to you catching a bouquet at a friend’s wedding

༓Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd He watched you catch it without blinking or flinching, mainly just confused as the realization slowly took over your face as you finally met Dimitri’s gaze. There was something about how the flowers looked in your hands and the look that you gave him that made Dimitri feel so flustered. So pretty, is his single thought as Dimitri’s made his way to you, feet on autopilot.

༓Dedue Molinaro Dedue’s eyes were completely on you, holding the colorful flowers that all mean a term of love in language as everyone else is looking between you and him. He doesn’t flare up in a blush or appear startled but you can see Dedue is feeling embarrassedly flustered by the awkward stiffness of his movement as the tall man makes his way to you.

༓Felix Hugo Fraldarius Felix does not want to be here with unimportant people, if anything he wants to be comfortably at home with you. But he will admit that the other wedding is pretty. Felix wonders if you’ve ever thought about marriage, but any further thought of the subject changes when you catch the flowers that nearly smacked you in the face. The image of what you would look like holding yours flashed quickly in his thoughts as for once Felix quietly watched you.

༓Ashe Ubert A blush marked his freckled face with a happy smile but a shy expression at the teasing that Ashe knows his friends and siblings will give him as you walked over to him. Subconsciously Ashe reached out his hand for you to take, gently pulling you closer to his side as Ashe studied the flowers. The bouquet was pretty but it wasn’t your favorite, he thought to himself. The following thought is how beautiful you would look, holding your favorite flowers while neither Ashe nor you let go of each other’s hands because it felt like two missing puzzle pieces found a place to fit perfectly together.

༓Sylvain Jose Gautier Immediately starts to sweat nervously as the flowers are perfectly in your hand while his hand subconsciously touches his pocket where the ring is that he’s planning to ask your hand for later. He had been carrying it, not having a day or place in mind until right now. This is a sign, he thinks as you lock eyes with him and smile which he returns.

༓Mercedes von Martritz She was standing right beside you when you had caught the flowers, she leaned over to sniffle the flowers with a smile growing on her face as she looked up at you, pulling away from you but not before kissing your cheek. She giggled quietly at your reaction to the flowers and the kisses. She is going to tease you but this will bring up the thought of marriage and the future with her.

༓Annette Fantine Dominic Instantly a crimson blush blooms on her face as endless giggles of excited bundles of nerves, reaching how to touch one of the flowers’ petals. Annette went quiet, wondering what flowers she would pick for her wedding, she subconsciously looked at you. She isn’t going to say anything immediately today or tomorrow but there will be hints of marriage, hoping that you’ll catch on and talk about it with her.

༓Ingrid Brandl Galatea She never really thought deeply about marriage, it was just something that her father wanted for her. But when Ingrid saw your reaction to catching the bouquet to look for her and finally smiling when you found Ingrid, she wondered for a fleeting thought if you would smile like that at the altar. She can’t explain why it made her face blush although Ingrid didn’t hate that idea at all because without question she knows that Ingrid would say yes if you asked her.

[aces-sweetheart]

soft

♥ pairing: claude x afab!reader

♡ description: SMUT; It felt good physically but it was his favorite position because of the intimacy. His eyes looking into yours, silently projecting the love you felt for one another.

♥  warnings/info: soft sex, implied chubby!reader, missionary, creampie, for bestie aaliyah.

This was by far Claude’s favorite position. Your naked form laid out on the plush comforter and his own nestled closely against it. His body was practically melting into yours, molding into every part of your body. You had confided in him that you wished some parts were smaller and more firm but he loved the softness of your body; he told you as much every day with his words and sweet caresses. He basked in the heat of your body molded against his, not minding if he got sweaty. The pleasure and the sight of you was more than enough to make up for it.

It felt good physically but it was his favorite position because of the intimacy. His eyes looking into yours, silently projecting the love you felt for one another. His face inching forward for slow kisses every few thrusts, lips moving against each other languidly as if you two had all the time in the world. The soft smacking of his hips hitting your thighs was one of the only sounds in the room, accompanied by your moans and Claude’s groans. As he got closer they were joined by the praise he would whisper in your ear, the sound of skin slapping on skin becoming louder yet you tuned it out in favor of listening to his sweet nothings. You came to him telling you how beautiful you were, how much you meant to him, how much you loved him. He came to you telling him you loved him, his forehead resting against yours as he tried to maintain eye contact through the pleasure. 

His cum filled you up, the warmth seeming to spread through your entire body in your post-orgasm bliss. Even after you both came down from your highs, he remained inside of you. You looked up at him, eyes blinking lazily and a smile slowly stretching across your face that he returned. You could see his chest rising and falling quicker than normal as he lifted himself up slightly to support himself on one arm. With his free hand, he stroked your cheek and you leaned into the touch, your eyes closing in content at the feel of his rough skin and warmth against your face. He leaned down again to kiss your forehead then your nose and finally pressed his lips against yours.

[imaginethreehouses]

Imagine Seteth comforting you when you're sad?

A/N: Just some messy stream of thought Seteth light angst... 🥰 I'll likely go over it and edit it once I'm in the computer tomorrow. For now enjoy?

Given how hard he had fell for you, Seteth was quite proud of how well he had managed to hide it, really. He only really approached you when he had work-related matters to discuss (even if one thing always led to another, and the meetings more often than not ended up stretching for hours...), and that one time he had taken you out for dinner, well, after you had been stood up by your date, one could argue it was just the right thing to do... right?

Tonight was one other such ocassion where he had jumped at the chance to do the gentlemanly thing. After the archbishop had rejected the proposal you had worked on so hard for the past few months to present to her, you had withdrawn from your usual activities, and become uncharacteristically quiet. Seteth had, of course, noticed this —it was a part of his job to keep an eye on all that happened on the Monastery, after all— and could not shake it off his mind, so after all his day's work was done, he came to pay a visit to you.

It broke his heart to see you were wiping some tears off your face when you opened the door to your room.

"Oh." Having removed most of the outer layers of your clothing and untied your hair, you were clearly getting ready for bed, and in doing so you had allowed yourself to crumble under the weight of it all at last. "Hi, Seteth. Is there something you need?"

"I... my apologies, Y/N." He said, his cheeks slightly red, even if your undershirt and pants did not really reveal any more skin than your usual attire did "I should have known you would call the day off sooner than usual."

"It's fine." You told him, walking back inside the room as you worked on removing your earring, leaving the door open for him to enter if that's what he wanted. "I'm not really sleepy, or anything. What is it?"

Seteth sighed and walked in, closing the door behind him before he spoke.

"It's... in fact you." He said, as he had rehearsed on his way to your room. "I wanted to talk about you."

You turned around, a little confused. "About me?"

"Yes." He continued. "I could not help but notice how the archbishop's decision has affected you. Knowing her closely, I can assure you that had the funds been available, she would have moved forward with your project."

You sat down on your bed, looking down and kicking your feet in the air.

"It was just so important to me." You told him, finding some relief in taking the feelings off your chest "After all that I've been through, I wanted to make a difference."

Up until now, you had not stopped to question why he seemed to be so Tense, or why he had waited until so late in the day to come speak to you. It was not unusual to see him offer advice to the followers of the Church, including you. Was it because of the moonlight? Those other times had never felt as intimate as this.

"I see. I... I know." He corrected himself, sitting next to you on your bed, looking tired himself, too tired to pretend that he didn't want to be sitting even closer. "But this does not mean that you haven't. I believe that since you came here, you have made a profound impact, in all of us."

Being so close to him brought you out of your thoughts for a moment. You looked into his green eyes, hoping he didn't notice the way that your breath hitched.

"In... all?" You dared to ask. "Even in you?"

To your surprise he relaxed, and then showed you that warm smile that you had come to love and treasure so dearly.

"If you must know, I'd dare say I am the one you have influenced the most."

You felt your blood rush through your body, and thought to yourself that you had to be reading more into this than what was really there. This feeling was also sadly familiar.

After your brief moment of weakness, you stiffened up, your hopelessly devoted aghast gaze turning into a slight, frustrated frown.

"You have no right to do this." You told him, grabbing the looser fabric of his cassack near his shoulder, then looking down. "Not right now."

He mirrored your movements and rested a hand on your shoulder, the other on your upper arm, crouching slightly as to get a better look at the face you were trying to hide.

"Y/N, I don't understand..."

His words made you break once more into tears. Of course he didn't know. He didn't know how many sleepless nights, tossing and turning in bed, the mixed signals he kept sending you had caused.

Before you knew it, however, you had leaned forward into him, and he had tightened his arms around you, holding you close. What a clueless, clueless man, you thought. And how much you loved him, you thought, as you bawled your eyes out in his arms.

"Y/N, I..."

"Just tell me. Please. Just tell me." You told him, burying your head in his chest. "Please tell me if you like me. Just say it. I need to— I need to hear it from you."

Seteth slowly nodded, which you could only barely feel. Putting it to words was a little more difficult, but he managed as well. "I do. Yes, I..." He sighed deeply, relaxing into the hug. "—I do. Dearly. Desperately. I am sorry."

You had pleaded your request out of desperation, but that did not mean you were prepared to hear an actual answer. Perhaps because you were feeling now simply too many things at once, you stopped crying, and silently pulled slightly away, just far away enough so you could see his face. He looked like you had never seen him look. Unsure, hesitant, out of answers. Vulnerable.

"Do you..." He began. You could not believe he actually also had to ask. "Do you feel that way, too?"

It frustrated you just how much you loved this man. You nodded, and then offered him the same reassurance he had offered you. "Yes—" You stated like it was obvious through a tired, relieved smile before letting yourself fall back into his hug. "I like you too, Seteth. Thank you for coming to see me tonight."

[hana-no-seiiki]

//tw yandere, mention of blood, implied murder/violence, borrowing mr. devil’s creep! reader rq

YANDERE! CHILDHOOD FRIEND : *gives you a knife/dagger as a gift when you two were children*

CREEP! READER: This is such a weird gift

ALSO CREEP! READER: *maybe a decade or so later* *not only keeps the damn thing but is currently licking the fresh blood of their victim off of the gift*

meanwhile…

YANDERE! CHILDHOOD FRIEND : *is just plain horny from watching the whole ordeal* Holy fuck.

[krazieka2]

Vampire Mercedes lore doodles (and vampire Lorenz bullying)

[cparas-art]

Reunited

[akolnoix]

society if sothis was an old lady

[inferno-mp3]

[anophiles]

summer in Aegir ☀️

[newttxt]

hubert learns(?) faith

[dpsisquared]

"Few knights are truer than you, Ashe. I bade you to keep living, and you have."

Scarlet Blaze, Ashe vs. Dimitri at Arianrhod

[sothisblessmysoul]

༓ʚ Fun To Tease ɞ༓

Summary: How Edelgard, Hubert, Seteth, Hanneman, and Rhea react to having an easily flustered lover.

༓Edelgard von Hresvelg  She doesn’t mind. It’s just how you are. But Edelgard is a very cool and reliable woman, and so used to taking responsibility that she doesn’t typically realize what she has said or done until you blush, making her flustered in return. A few examples are when you were hurt and she effortlessly lifted you in bridal style or when she shielded you with her body, trapping and pinning you against the wall.

༓Hubert von Vestra  If he is being honest Hubert finds it so amusing that he actively tries to see you become flustered, a devilish smirk on his face whenever he does it. He doesn’t get too flustered by things or not as easily as you do. However, the things he will do to get a reaction out of you is bushing his hand or fingers against your skin that’s so faint it is a ghostly touch, leaving goosebumps behind. Or kisses he promised to give you but makes you work for it instead with a smirk.

༓Seteth  He doesn’t get nearly as flustered as Edelgard or Hanneman although depending on how intimate the situation is between the two of you will make him blush. But there is something so cute with how you react that it makes him subconsciously more flirtatious, more heart-racing behavior. Stolen moments are hidden away in a dark corner of the room to not get caught by others as he sneaks kisses, touches, and low whispers against your ears. Each reaction makes him chuckle in response.

༓Hanneman von Essar  Unless told why your face is often blushing it will take him a while because Hanneman can’t see someone getting flustered over his dorky self. Although if told or once he realizes it, he’ll blush as well especially if you are the one who told him. Hanneman almost feels like an awkward schoolboy who trips over his words when you respond to his actions. He is too much of a gentleman to attempt to make you react like this on purpose.

༓Rhea  Likewise to Seteth and Hubert, she finds it quite adorable. She loves your reactions so much that compared to the others, she is more aggressive, actively trying to make you a mess. Soft touches on your skin that are followed by kisses or blowing air against your ears. One favorite of Rhea’s is kissing you after she or you had something sweet to eat, it makes her almost want to eat you, making her lick your lips a little. Anyone would be shocked to see her behavior but if anyone was to comment on it, the only reply from Rhea is a closed-eye smile because it’s nearly impossible to fluster her.

[hakuramen]

Shamir

[cosmosnout]

Dimitri would be an incredible dad I’m so convinced of it

[sleepy-bear-tm]

Every time I think of Dimitri teaching Dedue the Fodlan language and Dedue teaching Dimitri the Duscur language I feel like sliding dramatically down a closed door

[owlespresso]

If you’re still accepting prompts, may I humbly submit : “You don’t have to leave, you know” with Yuri!

“You can stay, you know,” Yuri murmurs. You look over at him. Dawn’s first light nudges through the curtains, paints the room eggshell blue, touches the strands of his hair with pearlescent light. You feel newly hatched. Clumsy, clueless little heartbeat beating wings against your ribcage. The blanket is pooled at his waist. He’s all pale and lean, comfy as a cat under the spot of sun.

You’re in the middle of shoving your trousers back on when he beseeches you. Caught red-handed. His cheek is smooshed against the downy pillow, eyelids low and voice soft with slip. But he’s still smiling. A drowsy kind of smile. He’s like an old painting, pale brushstrokes capturing the foggy, ethereal feel of the hour. The last stars twinkle in the milky periwinkle skies. 

You drop your pants for the second time, and march back to the bed like the lucky fool you are, thunking dead onto your side of the mattress.

“I know I can stay. It’s my bedroom. In my house.”

“Yet you’re always so eager to scuttle away the moment I take my eyes off you,” Yuri replies, just as easily. He reaches over, idly runs slender hands up and down your arm. That tender touch ventures to your back, bleeding the tension out of you. “I think I spend more time in here than you do.”

“I’m not running away,” you mumble, cross at his teasing. You settle onto your side. The haze of sleep still clings to his expression, glassy eyes blinking slow as he takes you in.

“Mhm,” he sounds horribly unconvinced. “Sorry. I’m not sure what else to call it when you wait until you think I’m asleep to sneak out of bed.”

“I just thought—” you splutter, suddenly mortified. How many times has he pretended to be asleep? How many times has he witnessed you stumble around the room like a newborn foal, plucking your clothes off the floor and off the bedpost and off the chair by the window? “I just though you might want some space.” You shove your face into the sheets. Your hand rests palm flat on the space between you.

“Mmh. Did I say or do anything to give you that impression?” he asks, suddenly thoughtful.

“No. I just—I mean, you see me almost every day. It’s probably good to give you a break, y’know? So you don’t get sick of me,” you say, as wryly as you possibly can. Better a half-truth than outright admitting your own insecurities, admitting just how much stock you put into his opinion of you.

“I’ve spent the past two years following you around like a lost mutt. Do you really think I would do that for someone I could ever possibly get sick of?” he looks at you incredulously. “Saint Seiros, you’re dense.” He sounds utterly bemused, but his hand settles atop of yours to pin it to the mattress. He interlaces your fingers. You smother your face into the sheets.

“Well, sorry! It’s not like I can read your mind!” you grumble, increasingly mumbled.

“Then c’mere and read my lips,” Yuri yoinks you from your hiding spot with a hand between your shoulder blades. He nudges you onto your back with devastating ease, smooth as silk in the way he slots a thigh between your legs. “I’m obsessed with you. Have been ever since you fell face-first into the Abyss.”

You grimace at the reminder of the incident. The loose, rotting floorboards of a particularly disused shed gave way. You would have wound up a splatter on the floor of the Abyss’s arena had Balthus not been there to catch you. 

“Don’t go anywhere,” Yuri presses his lips to your chin, and then to your cheeks, retaining your attention with practiced finesse. Not that he ever has to try very hard. “And listen really close, because I’m not good at saying this kind of thing.”

“I need you. I want you. I don’t know what I would do if you ever left me,” Yuri smoothes himself atop of your prone form, palms sliding up your forearms to pin both hands to the sheets. “Do you understand?” he murmurs against your jaw, placing kisses there too. Lips warm and smooth.

You manage a scandalized squawk, heat flooding your cheeks. That seems to mollify him.