#three houses reader insert

[sapphirecat]

Imagine

...Dimitri breaking your weapon in training and taking you to the market to buy you a new one only to end up falling head over heels in love with you after spending the day with you.

"Say... When the time comes and we graduate, would you- I would be honored if you would- I'm sorry, I can't seem to find the right way to... Will you come to see me at the Goddess Tower on the eve of our graduation? I think I'll have the words to properly express myself and my feelings, then."

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[lena-after-dark]

Pairing: Otis FIrefly x Reader

Prompt: Imagine Otis seeing you in town and becoming obsessed with you.

Requested By: Anon

Warnings: Stalking. Kidnapping. Murder.

Otis didn’t go into town often. Or he didn’t until he met you, anyway. He usually left that to Baby. Sometimes he’d get antsy, though, and he’d venture to the store.

He was struck by you when he saw you. Some confusing thoughts ran through his head; did he want to fuck you? Did he want to kill you? The answer to both was yes. And also no. As if he were on auto pilot, he started to follow you. Not closely enough that you’d notice him, but enough so that he didn’t lose sight of you.

He didn’t follow you for very long. He was trying to shake whatever was drawing him to you so much. It didn’t work, and he returned home without completing his errands. That only meant that he had to go back the next day.

Otis quickly started putting in more work to find you. He was able to find where you lived and worked with ease. He didn’t have the patience to follow you around for long before introducing himself.

He came on strong - as he always did. Seeing you up close only furthered his confusion. He wanted to grab you up right there and carry you off home. But something made him stop. Perhaps it was his shock upon finding out that you were taken (which you made abundantly clear.) That cut the conversation short.

Now he had to deal with that. Otis was annoyed. At himself, at you, at this partner of yours. It was a chance to experiment, at least. But what made you so fucking special? Why did he feel this… obsession with you so strongly, so quickly?

He found your partner the same way he’d found you; simple stalking. He wasted no time with this one; he saw an opening to grab them and so he did. They’d make a fun addition to his collection. And then you’d be free for him to pursue. Maybe he’d just nab you up, too. He hadn’t decided yet. But he knew that you would be his, one way or another.

He’d mull it over while he worked on turning your now ex into a sculpture.

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[mortyvongola2-0]

Day 11: Dry Humping

Not Ideal

Pairing: Dedue Molinaro x Byleth Eisner

Genre: Request, smut, kinktober prompt

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: F!Byleth, dry humping, some dirty thoughts, food is burnt

A/N: This was requested by @skydaddy01. They love Dedue so much and they're great so I had to oblige. Hope you enjoy!

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“This is,” the tanned man paused, and his white brows furrowed. “Not the ideal time for this, Professor.”

“It’ll be alright,” she told him, positioning herself on his thigh. “Besides, we’ve got nothing better to do while we wait for dinner to finish.”

The Duscun man glanced around quietly, his large hands finding their place on her hips naturally. When he didn’t see any other former students or soldiers, he could feel himself begin to give in. A small sigh escaped him as he nodded his assent, and the former mercenary gave him a small smile before leaning forward and kissing him softly.

Her lips were soft and moved against his like silk, he could feel the part of his mind that told him he was unworthy of her begin to awake once more, but he suppressed it. He prioritized giving her a good time over his own feelings of insufficiency. Dedue brought one of his hands up and placed it against the back of her head, running it gently through her lightened locks. Byleth was beautiful, both before she was goddess touched and after.

The army commander’s arms wrapped around his neck, and she ran her fingers through the shortened hair thoughtfully. She hummed against his lips, her own opening in order to entice his tongue. He couldn’t help but oblige. Their tongues met, hers more incessant and his slower. He wondered what had her in such a hurry, but decided he’d match her enthusiasm.

Dedue rubbed his thumbs against her exposed back. She tilted her head to the side and deepened the kiss, and he could feel himself grow more excited. His other fingers played with the waistband of her shorts in a teasing manner, and he began to move her up and down along his thigh. The former professor made a small noise against his lips, and he felt the tingle at the base of his skull.

He wanted more. Dedue, normally, really only appreciated his large stature for battle purposes but when she fit so perfectly against him, so small and pliable in his warm hands encompassing the expanse of her abdomen, he couldn’t help but appreciate it that much more. With those oversized hands, calloused from years of using an axe, he gripped her hips with more force and began to rub her against the fat of his thigh. The loyal vassal could feel the heat of her sex through both her shorts and his trousers and he tightened his jaw as he pulled away.

She placed her hands against his shoulders, her mouth opening minimally as she began to ride his thigh with his manual guidance. Her breathing picked up, her precious brow furrowed in pleasure as she thrust herself against him. His body tingled, his member rising as he watched her chase her high against him. He loved her slight changes in her breathing, the rise and fall of her breasts, the slight flush across her cheeks and the tips of her ears, as she ground herself fully on his thigh.

Dedue’s eyes widened when he began to feel her wetness soak through their clothes. His jaw almost fell at the thought. Was she that turned on? Had he made her that desperate? He leaned toward her, hunching himself slightly, and licked a stripe across her lips before pressing sloppy kisses against her pale neck. He wanted nothing more than to thrust up into her, feel her familiar heat wrapped around him, and to paint her inner walls white. Before he did any of that, he’d let her reach her peak against him. “I like it when you use me like this,” he whispered against her skin.

Byleth moaned softly, moving her hands up and down against his chest. She was squirming, pressing her sex harder and harder against his leg with every thrust. He moved her, manipulating her body to match the pace of his leg, which he pressed up and into her to help her along. The tanned man nipped at her exposed cleavage and felt himself throb in desire. His trousers grew uncomfortable as they restrained him and he bit her flesh a bit harder than he intended.

“Dedue,” she grunted, her arms reaching up to wrap around his neck again and push him flush against her chest. “Harder.”

He shivered. How could he disobey his professor? His teeth ran along her flesh again and he bit the top of the soft globe, hard. She whimpered, her head flying back and her hips moving in fast succession. He knew she was close, could tell by the wet spot on his clothes and the erratic movements of her lower body. His grip squeezed her plump flesh, her own breathing picked up. Dedue sat back up to watch her face. “Go ahead, Byleth.”

She pressed her lips together tightly, her enticing green eyes closing. Her hips lost all sense of rhythm as she brought herself to the height of pleasure. “D-Dedue,” she breathed, and he groaned. He brought her down on his thigh, hard, and he felt it as she came. The excess fluids left her and dripped down through his clothes and soaked his naked flesh beneath. He cursed; his cock begged for that wet heat incessantly.

There was an obvious wet spot over his tip and the back of his mind chided him for all the laundry he’d have to do. His deft fingers began to pull at her waistband, determined to get inside of her, her own hands shaking and moving eagerly to undo the ties of his pants. He smiled, his experience telling him that she needed more to be satisfied and he was more than willing to give it. But before he could remove her shorts, before she could bring relief to his aching cock, they both heard footsteps begin to approach the dining hall.

Their eyes met as they prayed the person would walk past, that their true intentions were beyond their temporary haven. But much to their dismay, the light steps only grew closer and closer, as they began to enter the large room. Dedue bit back a groan, his own disappointment and agitation obvious in his frown, his lover seemed to be feeling the same as a small pout graced her typically emotionless lips. She removed herself from his lap, his member throbbed in protest. He felt the familiar ache of his balls and wanted nothing more than to push the goddess-touched woman against the counter and enter her from behind.

“Oh, Dedue, professor!” It was Flayn, her innocent smile wide as she watched them, unaware of what she had interrupted. “There you two are I—” she cut herself off as she sniffed the air, her head tilting to the side like a small dog. “Do you smell something burning?”

His eyes widened, Byleth’s mind seemed to go to the same place as his own. He jumped up from his seat while the former mercenary made a beeline for the stove. She lowered the heat, and he lifted the lid off the stew to check on its contents. It did, indeed, smell burnt, and he sighed as he realized it looked burnt. “I’ll take the blame,” his lover stated plainly. “I’ll help you hunt for more rations,” he paused. “And plant more vegetables.”

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[femalefinder800]

Amphibia x Luz!reader

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Prolouge-Amphibia (pt.2)

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You stood up,placing your things inside your bag,Looking around with furrowed eye brows of anger. You ended up in another mystical world against your will,did the world have it against you or what? 

You sighed as you slung your bag over your shoulder,luckily your time in the demon realm has prepared you for this,You looked down at the key in your hand,You could use it to go back,but who knows? You might end up in another realm again.  You looked down at the hill,it would be to steep to just walk on alone,You had note book paper and that's all you would need.

You wrote the symbol for the ice spell and slapped it onto the ground as it got covered in ice,you smirked as you slid down it like a pro,before you ment the end you grabbed a plant glyph paper and slammed it into your hand as a vine went up and grabbed a branch from above,you swung along the rest of the ground,hitting a front flip as you hit the ground.

You stood up from your crouched position on the ground and looked at the hill you had just came from.

"Too easy." You muttered to yourself turning back around to the rest of the woods,You began walking,making sure to watch out for twigs and low branches this time. This place looked fairly easy to live in,you should know,you've been through hell and back in the demon realm. You eventually made it to a town where frogs were.

You truly were in amphibia. You put on your hood,your cat ears showing. You had to fit in some how,You walked into the town,attracting the attention of many frogs.

They whispered to their fellow friends about you,however,you could care less as you said before. The demon realm has already prepared you for this,You walked on looking around the town seeing there were many stores. You would have no problem finding food here,You looked in front of you to see a shack with a orange frog in front of it.

He seemed to be selling food,You put your hand into your pocket and looked at the coins and money that laid in it. You really hoped they took cash.

[songsofadelaide]

Suncatcher

You've heard tales of the former Duke Riegan's daughter, Lady Tiana von Riegan, and her sudden disappearance from the Alliance. Many theorised she was spirited away to another country— Almyra, to be exact. Claude bore a resemblance to her, the beauty that bewitched a foreign dignitary enough to steal her out of the continent.

Sometimes you wondered if he felt like leaving Fodlan with you, too, even if it was just a silly little flight of fancy.

He never gave voice to the extent of his feelings for you, but it never really bothered you. You were comfortable around Claude and he was comfortable around you, very much so that he left most, if not all of his favourite poisons in his own lodging. He never felt the need to protect himself from you. If that wasn't love, then…

Spoilers for the Golden Wildfire route. Reader is not My Unit.

[A Claude von Riegan x Reader one-shot]

[sapphirecat]

Imagine

...Being arranged to marry Hubert and being one of the few included in the plans to lay siege to Fodlan.

"We are to be the emperors closest confidants, my dear. As you are the person I am to marry, I trust you will not betray us... Not that I believe you would be so foolhardy. Your undying loyalty is why you were chosen to be my spouse, after all."

[sherbet-shark]

Dorothea Arnault x Reader on a road trip and reader has a Polaroid camera to take photos of the trip and Dorothea

Picturesque Beauty

|〘⋇ Genre: Angst/Fluff〙|〘 ⋇ W/C: 4.7k〙|〘 ⋇ Format: Fic 〙|〘 ⋇ Content: 〙 | Discussion of war, Poverty, Spoilers for FE:3H, FEH, Mentions of death |

| A/n: I went with my gut and made this request a romantic pining fic rather than platonic. I’m sorry if that is not what you wished of me ;-; |

|〘 ⋇ Summary: 〙You, the legendary summoner of Askr, the prophesied harbinger of victory, desperately need a break. Being the summoner and head tactician of the Askren army wears on your soul and mind, but war rarely takes vacations. You must be on guard on call every second. Your allies from other worlds wouldn’t take you seriously if you acted so unconcerned, nor would the nobles of Askr. Your deteriorating health causes Prince Alfonse to worry about your well-being. Your lover Dorothea is quick to quell his worries and whisks you away on a short trip. While packing, you bring a small keepsake along for the ride. |

You were a necessity to this army, lead, tactical control, and everything in between. You had to become the pinnacle of neutrality, peace marker, and mediator between factions that were sworn enemies in their worlds.

You had to deal with the misery of other Heroes seeing their loved ones twisted, shattered monsters to work alongside each other. Domestic affairs in the ever-going army aside, you constantly felt like you had to be the best, to be a shoulder to lean on, make their problems yours, and the grimmest option was that you had to make sure none of your Heroes tried to kill each other. Of course, your contract with each Hero included that they could not lay a finger on their ally. Hours of precious sleep meant nothing to you in the early stages of your arrival here. Anxiety swallowed you every waking moment as you slowly felt powerless.

Even still, you stayed late, long after the war meetings ended, reading tactical books and seeking advice from the seasoned army tactics for their input. All of this effort was so that you could prove you're not some poser pretending you understand the gravity of the power you held. No, you knew full well of what you had on your hands after all. You heard their anguished screams when they drew their last breath. Gilded as you were in lavish gold, with pearl white robes that slowly lost their meaning. They served as reminders that you bathed in the blood of your friends and your mistakes.

But after all the battles they’d reanimate. Bloodied and battered bodies twist and contort back to their original forms. You felt sick to your stomach after your first battle, one where you slipped up, and one of your allies fell on the bloody field. Commander Anna quickly rushed to your side as you collapsed in front of their body after the battle to explain. Out of breath, hot tears streaming down your cheeks, your trembling hands tried to stop the bleeding seeping through their ruined clothing.

All of the Heroes could die, but as long as you lived and wielded Breidablik, their wounds would heal, and the lights in their eyes would reignite, but one downside is the Heroes would forget they died.

It sounded great. But it wasn’t. Guilt bubbles every time, waltzing up to you and acting as if nothing happened, saying they’d happily die in your name and to your cause. They didn’t even know they had been killed in the first place, but the close ones knew. Their teammates knew you knew.

After that unit’s death, you ran to your room, locking yourself in your room, wishing, praying to go back home. Some of your closest Heroes told you fresh scars would appear on their bodies. Phantom pains plagued them after their reanimation, but they could never recall the exact moment.

It didn’t take long for certain Heroes to put the pieces together and know they had died, but how and when would be a mystery if they didn’t have anyone on their team willing to disclose that? It made you want to lock yourself in your room and disappear even more when they’d side glance your way, their hesitant tactician giving orders in the heat of battle.

Your army’s glances made the hate in your heart brighter; how dare they expect someone with no prior experience with war and death to become a master tactician holding the lives of so many and leading them? Why are you told to do this, then eaten alive when you slip by whispers of the Askr royal court or the vicious and prideful soldiers? What did you do to make the universe do this? It was so unfair. It was like throwing a fawn into a den of wolves. You never asked for this. Being in charge of an army, fighting for a nation’s war that you had no part in. Hell, you didn’t even know this Zenith existed.

You were summoned with some measly personal items like your phone, the clothes on your back, and your Polaroid camera. You coveted these few items in the security of your room and rarely used them. Even though Zenith was in the medieval era with magic, your advanced items wouldn’t last long if you fiddled with them too much.

Everyone took a while to lower their guard and become comfortable with everything. Alfonse especially, due to his track record of losing someone he deeply cared for, but his sister. Princess Sharena, the easy-going soul, was ever eager to show off the realm of Askr.

It’s seemingly endless bounty and offering her friendship to ease your heavy heart. Even now, after years of staying in Askr and loving the magical realm, its people, the allies you made. Still, you harbor a tiny seed of hate in your heart for being thrust into this grave circumstance. It wasn’t right, but you had enough time to wallow in self-pity in secret. You had lived on the line. The phrase ‘This was war. I can’t afford to mess around’ etched into your soul as you continue onward, keeping yourself at a respectable distance from every hero.

You were kind, cordial, and friendly enough to give them the illusion of truly knowing you, your mind, and your genuine festering emotions. But, because you didn’t let them into your darker emotions didn’t mean you hated them. No, on the contrary.

You loved them. You loved your army very much, hearing Heroes’ woes, trying to find a middle ground between in-fighting, flaunting many stories back home, and wistfully indulging all your Heroes with their questions about your world. You were terrific with keeping up your juggling act that never ended. That shy, nervous person that shrunk into themselves every time they made their orders was no more. In their place, a confident, wise, somewhat jaded version rose from the ashes.

Those years did wonders for your confidence and knowledge as your firm words would boom across the field to your team. Your work no longer needed constant revisions by the other strategists in your meetings, presenting yourself as a professional commander and keeping certain relations strictly work-based, never letting romantic or unprofessional ties get in the way of how you worked your army.

But fate has something against you as that motto changed when a confident flirtatious songstress, a Black Eagles student, appeared before you on the summoning altar. The clouds perfectly outlined her frame with charisma, along with her enchanting voice ringing out from the heavy clouds asking where she was and, more importantly, who you were. On instinct, you softly breeze through your introduction of Askr, their summoning, and yourself.

Through your explanation, her vibrant green eyes narrowed as she folded her arms, clearly still on edge about her newfound situation. Skeptical Heroes weren’t uncommon or wished to return home even after you told them of the Askren war. However, the latter is a rare occurrence since more than most would jump headfirst into your cause due to how good and pure-hearted they are.

Dorothea hums deeply in thought, her eyes watching your figure and hooded face. Lips curl into a slight smirk as Dorothea firmly tells you. —With her feet still planted on the ground below her, unwilling to move an inch towards this stranger clad in white and gold, their face obscured from her sight. With the setting sun, only the occasional wind whistle sounded in ruins.

“Let me see your face; I'm not necessarily eager to trust someone that won’t allow me to see them. Much less put my life in the hands of a stranger that makes such outrageous demands.” Dorothea plainly stated as she propped a well-manicured hand under her chin, chocolate brown locks framing her soft face as she calmly regarded you.

The great summoner jolted. You never had a Hero tell you so bluntly upon meeting they’d like to see your face, something about the newness and foreign feeling of having something brand new occur during your Summoning made your heart quicken. Typically, they’d agree after your long-winded description. Determination always filled their eyes as you guided them to the castle.

After a pause in consideration, you weighed your options as you sneakily glanced at her face seeing if she’d back out of her plea once she saw you pause. Dorothea didn’t relent as confident as ever, her eyes quizzically watching your every move. ‘There’s no winning with her, so I guess I’ll give her a peek.’ You thought to yourself.

“Only for a brief moment, but please, if you need more time, allow us to be a temporary shelter so you can make a well-informed decision. The sun is starting to set, and if it would help, I have some members who talked about you or might know you well.” Your gloved hands reach for your white hood, allowing her a fleeting peek at the curves of your face and the faint color of your eyes. It surprised her to see that you had a pleasant look. You saw her visibly relax slightly. Her furrowed brow increased as her shoulders sloped in a relaxed manner.

“So, that voice isn’t the only thing appealing about you, hm,” Melodic short laughter leaves her lips as the smile on her face gleams more genuinely. Golden flecks accentuate the green mystique of a forbidden forest begging to be explored, wonders awaiting beyond anyone’s reach in her eyes.

“I’ve decided to consider your request, but who are these people you’re talking about?” Dorothea pondered aloud. She looked curious about who you were talking about but still on guard. Nonetheless, as you guided her to Askr castle, Dorothea curiously asked questions about her friends, the atmosphere of the area, and the social status of every person.

You softly answered her questions. Despite how wary she was of you, Dorothea was pleasant to speak with freely and thoughtfully. Still flirtatious, you rolled your eyes. Professionalism is etched into each movement you mentioned Lady Edelgard, Huebert, Petra, Professor Byleth, and Bernadette, to name a few. After guiding the songstress to Askr Castle, some of her peers came into view. The petite silhouette beside a taller figure turned as they walked toward you and the newcomer.

It was Edelgard and her ever faithful servant Hubert. The figureheads puffed out their chests, pride beaming on their faces as the brunette rushed to her friend. Sweet nicknames roll off her tongue as she hugs the more petite young woman. The older man sharply inhaled as he saw her hug the Imperial Princess. You were glad her Black Eagles welcomed her back into their arms even if certain people weren’t in her timeline.

It had been a few days of your grace period, and Dorothea came to you in the morning, knocking on your ebony door and entering your cluttered room, telling you she wanted to stay in Askr. She was pretty honest as the Black Eagles student explained that it was nice here, but after everything was over, she’d leave and return to Fódlen.

You obliged her wishes and retrieved your holy weapon from its hip holster, and created a contract with the Hero. A magical white circle with ancient words encased you and her as you held your gloved hand, grasping hers. A thick foreboding mist rises from the glowing forgotten words, and a bright light appears between the Hero and the Divine weapon. ‘As long as you hold Breidablik, they will survive.’ You silently repeat to yourself as the contract is completed.

“By this contract, you now are sworn to help Askr’s cause until the war is over. I swear I will return you home.”

Months after your Contract with Dorothea, your bond as Summoner and Hero became more profound as you helped her train, gain experience and understand those in the army. Knowing her personality, the young woman had no problems making friends and letting certain elitist nobles be quiet.

You saw how much she disdained nobles with questionable reasonings or straight classists. Those were in for a tongue lashing of their life, eloquent words but as cold as ice and sharp as daggers. Of course, those remarks weren't met with silence. Fights still happen within the security of Askr walls.

Berkut and Fernand, for example, caused an uproar, outraged that a salacious commoner told the two nobles to shut up when they complained about the number of commoners in the army and how some forgot their stations in comparison to royals. The utter gall to speak to them as if they weren’t of noble birth made them fume. The nobles threw insults after insult until Edelgard and Alm intervened on your behalf.

One insult stung Dorothea’s heart the most, “It’s a shame such beauty is a waste on a commoner like yourself. No matter, that beauty will fade, only leaving a destitute hag. You’d ought to deceive another naive noble before that time runs dry.” You had to talk to the young woman and try to speak with the prideful men of Valentia to convince them to try not to rip each other’s throats out every time they’d be in the same area.

Countless moons pass as you find yourself utterly enamored with Dorothea. You felt a bond to every Hero you summoned, yet, the bond you felt between her was different; it was hard to describe but did it need words? Dorothea sought you out, teasing you with sweet words and winks.

You never mined how she acted with you or others in the army. She was beautiful, and it wasn’t hard to see longing glances toward her, but you made sure your glimpses weren’t ever more than a superior looking out for their members. Some days, you cursed how your status made it hard for you to have any close relations.

If word came out that you had a lover, they’d have an even bigger target on their back. They wouldn’t be a regular soldier now but a person of interest. You’d be accused of favoritism and disrupting the chain of command, so many things piled against your happiness.

To you, it seemed like the stars had written you were fated to be alone. But the brunette had a habit of knowing where you’d hide out and help continue your work, or dragging you outside to the market, making you loosen up. You dare say you’d consider each other close confidantes.

The day Dorothea was set to confess to you, she was nervous, the famous Mittlefrank Opera Singer. Nervous? Ha! Something like that sounded so laughable, she was showered with bouquets and countless compliments by many who wished for her to be theirs, yet they never captured her heart as she did to their hearts.

But in a way, it was nice to be constantly fawned over before her Academy days by men and women of wealth and power. Influential people begged for a sliver of her time or even wed her anything to keep her beauty to themselves.

But alas, that only lasted long. Every lustrous whisper and gift would fall flat. Because none of them genuinely knew, only when she was dolled up and given makeup, thrust upon a grand stage for nobility to ogle and coo over, did anyone turn their heads and give her attention. Dorothea knew all of the treasures that were gifted to her would disappear in an instant. The goddess had a cruel way with fate. The former Opera singer concluded as she recalls sitting in front of her vanity and peering into her mirror.

The voice she was praised for would change. The soft and melodic tune would turn raspy and scratchy. Her soft, beautiful face would downturn with wrinkles, brown curls fading into sparse white hair. The gifts would become a fleeting memory of the past, even the most vibrant flower wilts in due time; the bees and butterflies ignore the dying flora in favor of something new, an irresistible scent, eye-catching colors.

But that only made Dorothea know her goal: find someone that would carry her away from all of the world’s troubles, and lavish her with riches. She didn’t care if they truly loved her or if she loved them. As long was away from the slums her life would be fine, anywhere but there.

That didn’t make her forget her origins no matter how hard she tried to hide that fact. Her heart yearned to help the poor in the slums that didn’t have anyone to support them. Her desire to help wasn’t limited to Fódlen as you soon found out during one of your outings with her in the town. She’d purposely get out of your line of sight, go into alleyways and drop pieces of bread to the dirty hunched over figures leaning on the walls away from the public.

She often hid her past from you when you were still acquaintances, out of shame or defense was anyone’s guess, but you understood her reservations. There are times when you worry for your Hero. You kept up with her pace and overlooked what she was doing, gifting hungry children with food.

Though there were times Dorothea wouldn’t retreat into the dark crevices but settle for sweet smiles and waves to those that met her gaze. “Genuine acknowledgment when you’re on the streets is rare, Summoner. I can’t fix everyone’s problems, and they probably won’t accept it without thinking of ulterior motives. So a smile and wave are all I can do, and I will happily do so.”

The opera singer whispered to you one day after your many town outings. The way her eyes held an unspeakable sorrow made you all the more curious about the young Hero you summoned but also opened your eyes.

You’ve been focused on being the summoner and caretaker for your army. There were times you forgot who you were fighting for and that there were more outside of the military you took care of. After that, she noticed that you’d start to pay more attention to the citizenry of Askr, both noble and common. It made her seek you out and have tea with you, a sweet temporary escape with an interesting young woman.

Dorothea, after months of hopeless pining after you, had enough of trying to hide what she felt for you and was pretty sure you liked her too. Showering each other with compliments, Dorothea being protective over you on the battlefield, teasing remarks, confrontations over severe issues like her hate and coldness toward naive nobles. Precious, vulnerable moments are shared in small comforts of each other's presence but never enough to let her know everything that runs through your mind.

She always wondered what else was on your mind and if you were too skeptical about letting her see all of you, but the songstress wanted someone to talk to. After all, she wasn't that forthcoming about her background to you, so she’d always be patient with you, content with being trusted so much to hear your concern but that tiny seed of curiosity piqued in her mind.

You were often told by others that you were so close with each other, your auras seemingly bouncing off each other, it felt so alive and fun being around her and you loved that but you were too scared to ruin whatever you had with her after months of cultivating a strong healthy relationship with her.

The former opera singer grew tired of this unspoken item you had with her and took things in her own hands, first by spending your regular tea time with her, then oddly being adamant that work could wait for a day, spoiling you to the best of her ability with certain Black Eagles students being near too. But soon, the fun day turned into night, as she took you by your hands and led you to a romantic midnight garden walk and told you that she felt differently about you.

If it was love or a side effect of the Contracts, she didn’t care. The bright moonlight shone down upon you. She was so close you could see the golden fleck in her eyes beam with life, her soft hands clasped together in nervous union.

Pausing, caught in a hurricane of emotions, you opened your mouth to return your affections shyly. You quickly explained the inner turmoil plaguing you, looking down in shame, engulfing the white hood hiding your face.

Dorothea softly cooed to her summoner. She never knew that you had so many things under that calm facade. She always wondered but never pressed too far, but now looking at you now so vulnerable and so close to breaking down, Dorethea pondered if her inactivity was the right thing to do something else crept up in the corner of her mind. While the flirtatious woman wanted you to feel safe and love her, yet could someone like her do that? She was a dirty commoner thrown aside by her father because she didn’t have a Crest, ignored for all her young life. After all, she was lowly rabble.

Hunger and survival still were old friends, the only faithful companions she knew during her childhood. Because of this, she knew she had to claw her way to find security and food. That day in the darkened alleyway, when Manuela found the dirtied girl, that dream of having a full belly and a warm bed came closer and closer to reality, finding a wealthy person to live with and then rest of her days in luxury away from the slums, away from the girl she used to be.

The songstress doubted she’d be able even to give you what you needed, a home, a place of rest away from the War. Security, luxury, all the things you deserved, but she didn’t have. All the woman knew was the cold slap of reality and her ambitions, what she didn’t have, but the brunette took a slow concise breath. Her mind was set.

“To think someone like me would be able to share such happiness with you. I may not know what the future has in store, but I do know that I want to walk down this path with you, and maybe once we’re done in Askr. You’d join me back to Fódlan? But for the time being, I’ll spoil you rotten. In time, I’m sure we can both be together, not afraid of what might happen.”

It didn’t take long for her to enact her plans to make sure you’d stop stressing so much. After long days slaving away at your desk, Dorothea would drag you to the hot springs to unwind or to a secret picnic. For some time, the army was oblivious to your relationship, but as the months passed, the wise units kept your hidden love. They cared for their summoner and wanted you to be happy and safe. So what was one more secret to add to the list?

After a lull in the sea of battles, you decided to tell only your trusted friends that Dorothea and yourself were courting. With their permission, she would have her most fun trip with you, but you took longer than you told her to prepare to pack. The cabin wasn’t too far from the Castle, so your Heroes could send their fastest messenger if need be but far away for her to have you by herself.

“Oooh~ my sweet darling. It’s time for our little rendezvous.” Dorothea’s teasing, warm voice permits from the other side of your bedroom door. It was like you could see her now. Innocently calling your name through the door, soft hands cupping each other’s as the Hero’s emerald eyes shone with a mission, yet still, there was a glimmer of concern for her love.

“Hi, Thea! I’m sorry I took so long to pack. I wanted to ensure everything was in order before I went on a ‘scouting’ mission with my trusted partner.” Playfully rolling your eyes at the reason, you told the other associates with a cheeky smile painting your face as your girlfriend brings down your hood to revel in your loveliness.

She chuckles at your glee and a light-hearted sigh at the excuse, Arnault wishes your relationship wasn't a secret from everyone, but the ones she cared for, like the ones in her house, knew full well and supported you.

“Let's go away for a while, my summoner.” Honey-covered words fell from the songstress’ lips as she took your arm and pressed it close to her chest, locking your arm in hers. ‘God, everything she says can bring a person to their knees. I’m so in love with you, I swear.’

“Yes, let’s.” Eagerness fills your body with renewed energy. You felt like a hyper child that walked into a candy store. Every trip Dorothea came up with always made you love her even more. The two walk to the horse stables as you remember how you’d bathe her in your surprises.

Of course, she would often find herself on the end of being spoiled. It became a competition between you and showered with coveted kisses and longing looks in passing.

You softly patted the bag on your side, hoisting it to the horse's side. You help Dorothea on the brown-coated horse once you are seated, her hands lacing her fingers entrapping your waist and her chin finding its place on your shoulder. Brown, soft curls tickle your cheeks as she teasingly blows a puff of air next to your ear, making you shiver.

A giggle erupts from you as the woman behind you teases your seemingly ticklish self. If only she knew that laugh meant you had something up your sleeve. You’d take pictures of the beauty beside you and the scenery around you, keeping this memory and teaching your girlfriend more about your world.

She knew what a Polaroid camera was, and you showed her the colored film of you smiling. This foreign object perturbed the magic-wielding student, and as you explained to her what this flashing item was, she became enthralled with the 21st-century machine.

Finally, make your way to the cabin. You gently pull on the reins slowing down your stead. You eye the bag and feel the woman’s hands sit on your hips, ready to get to the ground. The humble wooden cabin stands alone. You are getting off of the saddle, holding out your hand to help Thea down the dirt road.

Kissing your cheek, the woman wanders around the area. The sun was still high in the sky; flowers decorated the green grass below as peaceful songbirds sang their tune, hiding in the canopy of the trees.

Fishing out your Polaroid camera, a devilish smile widens as the retro color and the rectangular shape out of the bag. It was full of the new film, and you ensured it worked the day before you left on your two-day trip.

Sneaking behind, you found your unsuspecting target. Dorothea’s back towards you as she sits in a bed of field flowers. It was so picturesque; you thought to yourself, then sweetly calling to the songstress’ attention. She turns halfway, brown curls swaying gently, her hands full of colorful flowers as her lips curled peacefully. You press the button, and a white flash spreads across her serene face.

“Hey! A little rude, wouldn’t you think?” Dorothea scowls at your figure as she rises from the flower field.

“I’m so sorry; you looked so pretty I couldn’t resist. You can take me by surprise next time, I swear!” You walk towards Dorothea, still understandably scowling and mad at you, kneeling to the woman.

The adrenaline rush comes down as your smile quickly fades. Her beautiful eyes still narrowed; she cracked a Cheshire smile and playfully remarked, “That wasn't nice, Darling. But if you insist, fine by me, and for that, I think I’ll take two pictures of you as my revenge,” The sickly sweet woman inched her face towards yours, and you felt your cheeks heat, stunned into silence.

The young woman continues to inch closer toward you. You could feel her breath on your cheeks; you forgot you even held your breath as your eyes flicked from her lips to her forest green eyes. Then a well-manicured finger bops your nose as another teasing smile spreads from cheek to cheek.

“I’m not the only beauty here, my love.”

Tagging: @luvielle, @emotionaldepravity thanks for being my 2nd eyes and giving edits- @aspergerhero

[blissfullyapillow]

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐩 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧

.𖥔 ݁ ˖✧˖°₊ ⊹˚ :♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ

‎♡‧₊˚ ┊‎ Fandoms: Genshin Impact, Obey me, Honkai Star Rail, Jujutsu Kaisen, & Fire Emblem Three Houses.

‎♡‧₊˚ ┊ What I’ll need: A description of your personality, gender preference for the character you’ll be matched with, your likes and dislikes, at least three qualities you look for in a partner (for romantic), and any character you don’t want to be paired up with! If you request as an anon please mark your matchup ask with an emoji or a signature name/phrase! If you do not that’s fine, but I may assign you one for organization purposes unless you explicitly request me not to, which is also perfectly okay. Do not send me a physical description of yourself, as I do not use this information when matching you! (Your personality & compatibility with someone matters more than looks in my opinion). You may send your height if you prefer someone who is the taller, shorter, or the same height as you.

The more info the better, but you only have to include as much as you wish! I’ll do a max of two matchups per request, so indicate if you would like two matchups! I will only do one matchup per request unless otherwise specified. For two matchups, one can be platonic while the other is romantic, or both can be platonic or both romantic! I’ll include a cute scenario per character, but know if you request two the scenario won't be as long! Thank you to those who submit requests, I’m looking forward to matching everyone!

‎♡‧₊˚ ┊ Updates: For every matchup I receive going forward, I'm going to link a song that I feel embodies what I imagine your relationship to be/sound like. If you don't want a song with your matchup please state so. Also, if you are part of the group that didn't get a song before I started doing this, just send an ask and I can link a song after looking back over your request. Thank you, and have a lovely rest of your day <3

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𝑴𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒑𝒔

[honeychive]

hello! i’m honey. i’m a new reader insert imagines blog, and i’m currently taking fic requests! ♡

i currently write for:

genshin impact

fire emblem: three houses

tears of themis

please check my request info and faq for more information on what you can request! if you have any questions, feel free to send me an ask! ^^

[gloomyswritings]

hello , welcome to my writing blog you can call me gloomy

(* ^ ω ^) i am in my 20s and go by she/her pronouns. i’ve been on tumblr and writing fan fics for a really long time so i wanted to create a multi fandom writing blog. i don’t really proofread because i work so much so yeah. my favorite things to write for is au’s!!

this blog will have nsfw works published on it, minors do NOT interact with nsfw content!! every single nsfw work will be tagged accordingly!! all characters will be aged up to at minimum 18+. i will not write offensive and triggering content.

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requests : OPEN

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fandoms i am interested in writing for :

final fantasy (xv, vii remake, xvi), jujutsu kaisen (watched anime, movie, currently on culling arc) , chainsaw man (watched anime caught up with manga), fire emblem awakening/fates/sov/three houses, demon slayer (up to date with manga anime movie), samurai love ballad party, ikemen sengoku, attack on titan, persona series, south park (on occasion and only aged up fandom versions of characters)

- > last updated 8/21/2023

[femalefinder800]

Amphibia x Luz!reader

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Prolouge- amphibia (pt.1)

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You stood in front of the door,gripping your azura volume 5 book in your arms,Today was the day you'd finally be leaving the demon realm and back into the normal world. You turned towards eda and king who stared at you with sad smiles.

"I'm gonna miss you,kid." Eda stated,crossing her arms as king ran up to you,sobbing. "DON'T LEAVVEEEEEE,PLEASE!" He grabbed onto your leg as you sighed,tears pricking the corner of your eyes,You bent down picking him up with a hug. "I'm sorry king,but my mami is very worried about me!" King whimpered,"Ple-Please stay." He looked up at you with tear filled eyes,"If you go,Who's going to help me reach snacks on the counter a-and rule the world?"

You could feel yourself begin to slip,"Don't make this harder than it already is.." You started to sob with king as eda watched,She sighed and grabbed king away from you and sat him on the floor.

"Here." She gave you a bunch of note book paper you could use for your spells. "Your gonna need them." You gingerly took them and looked up at her with a smile. "Thanks eda." She ruffled your hair,"Anytime kid."

You fixed the jacket on your arms and turned towards the door once more,ready to walk in before eda called out on more time.

"Wait!" She threw the key that got you here in the first place towards you. "If you ever want to come back,use that." You caught it with one hand and looked back up her one last time.

"I'll make sure i do." You gave them one more look of sadness before turning back around and walking into the door,it closing behind you.

There was a bright orange flash before you felt the wind ruffle your hair,You were finally home,you took a step forward to walk only to trip and fall down a hill very comical,might i add.

You screamed on your way down,holding onto your things until you hit a stop. You groaned in pain as you sat up,"I don't remember their being a hill here.." you looked around to notice this place looked nothing like your home.

You gasped and quickly took out a book amity gave you before leaving,You matched the drawings on the book to the forest and let out a large scream.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?"

You weren't on earth any more,no no,you were in amphibia.