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Kiss prompt 8 …in secrecy.

Ingrid x Jeritza

Ingrid was waiting for him when the Death Knight arrived in the disused basement hall.

They had met there three times this far– the first time by chance– and each time they had crossed blades.

“You keep coming back,” Ingrid said blithely, fixing the skull-hemled knight with a stern look.

“And you’re here every time. What will it take to kill you, I wonder.”

“You can find out some other time.” She unbuckled her sword belt and let it clatter to the ground. “Later.”

“What are you doing?” he hissed.

“I’m tired of waiting until I’m exhausted, that’s what. The same dance three times– you aren’t bored yet?”

She strode toward him. The Knight’s stance was wary.

“Come any closer and I will strike you down,” he warned.

“No you won’t, don’t be absurd.”

Boldly, she strode right up to him. His hand rested on his weapon, but he didn’t draw.

Ingrid put a hand on his hip, and with the other, she pulled up his helmet just enough to reveal his sharp jaw and pale lips.

She stood on her toes, and pressed him into a kiss.

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(F)Byleth x Jeritza

“Demons from heaven” this is part 1 of a series of 3 i am working on lately and planned since a while, FE3H romance/ship illustrations which all 3 mirrors each others in some details.

Unfortunately I do not plan on posting the other 2 here or on Twitter because of their heavy themes (part 2 include an adult Sothis and is based on personal headcanon content which can be very easily overlooked by the stricking illustration and I want to avoid witch hunts, and part 3 has a lot of religious themes).

(I like Jeritza with mbyleth too dw, I just have a preference for fbyleth since I pick her more, and I am way more into shipping mbyleth with Seteth hehe)

❄ For Edelgard von Hresvelg! *rolls off in a snowball*

Edelgard gets sad, guilty, and broody during the winter holidays.

Jeritza brings her special sweets, some he even baked himself, and makes tea for her. They sit quietly together in front of the fire, eating cookies, and reading poetry. He reads her poems of love in a low, even voice, and they fall asleep on top of one another in front of the fire.

Hubert comes in late, cleans up the dishes, and stokes the remains of the fire, before finding a spot beside them and covering them all with a large, fur blanket.

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