Wedding Night

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The Wedding Night Meme a smut/shipping meme

The wedding bells have rung - or the correct sacrifices have been made, depending on your culture. Whatever the case may be, you're married now, and the night is yours. However, there is one expectation on you: it's time to consummate the marriage. Whether you're in love, in this marriage because it was arranged, or absolutely in hate with your new spouse, you're with them now. Have you two been intimate before this, or is your first time...with them or first time period? Do you know what you want and are you full of lust, or do you have no clue what's going on? Maybe you even have to seduce your partner who wants nothing to do with this! Comment with your character and include your preferences. Comment to others. Thread out wedding night smut and shipping.

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[artisque]

[ Could you start us off? I think a lot of little details about the wedding would depend on Ingrid's side than Ignatz's. ]

sorry for the wait, I hope this is good enough!

[stopmessing]

[To say that the people within Galatae lands weren't happy to have someone who abandoned their house rule over them would be an understatement. Ignatz helped bridge the gap between the people. It wasn't so hard to believe that they eventually fell in love and married.

While her land was prosperous, Ingrid still disliked extravagant displays. Even if certain people thought she should go all out on the event Ingrid made sure that it was a modest affair by noble standards. Though, admittedly, it wasn't as modest as she would have preferred. Mercedes and Dorothea both had their input in the wedding which might have involved locking her in a room so she could look 'presentable' on the day of.

The day, all in all, was tiring. The ceremony itself was simple enough but dealing with the relatives and friends afterwards took it's toll. Even the well-prepared food couldn't persuade her to stay. Ingrid called it a night, bringing her new husband with her.]

I understand the need for it, Ignatz, but if only they allowed me to change out of this mess for dinner at least!

[Simply because she was tired of the wedding didn't mean Ingrid was out of energy entirely. She gestured to the dress.]

Could you help me?

no problem! and it looks great o/

[artisque]

I’m sorry. It must have been uncomfortable for you, Ingrid. Tradition can be a tedious thing.

[ He offers her his sympathies with a smile. On a similar note, Ignatz’s day has been one chaotic blur. From the wedding preparations to the reception, he ran around the Galatea estate, trying to get everything in order. His best man – Raphael, no surprise there – tried to reassure him that everything would go smoothly even if he didn’t personally check every pebble on the ground. He was exaggerating, of course. But it was also true that Ignatz couldn’t sit still; he only stopped to rest during the actual ceremony and the brief respites he could explicitly spend with Ingrid. Ignatz is not proud to admit that such restlessness is one of his bad habits.

By the time he and Ingrid retire to their room, his head is still buzzing from the rush of adrenaline, and he doesn’t fully register when she asks him to help her undress. ]

Ah, of course. Let me help you with - … that. [ Belatedly his mind catches up, and he stops entirely for a moment, his face turning beet red. ]

I-Ingrid! Please don't ask things like that so nonchalantly. It's not very good for my heart.

[ Despite his complaint though, he draws near to untie the silk ribbon on the back. ]

[stopmessing]

You don't have to apologize; I knew what I was getting myself into.

[Such was the life of a noble. The Galatea family might not have been the most wealthy but that duty was still on her shoulders. Still, she glanced over her shoulder at him. Her tone was partly to cover up the fact that she was blushing, too.]

It's not such an outrageous thing now, Ignatz! I mean, I doubt if your heart was that weak you would have lasted this long.

[Sometimes she had to charge ahead to hide the fact that this was a territory she knew very little about. Ingrid was comfortable on a battlefield but not in the bedroom.]

This still is our wedding night.

[artisque]

[ When Ingrid turns and their eyes meet, Ignatz subconsciously holds his breath. Her dress, hair, and makeup - they were all done to accentuate her beauty today, but he doesn’t think they can compete with the way her face is blushing, a lovely shade of pink coloring her features. Ingrid as a virtuous and valiant knight is mesmerizing, but she also makes a stunning bride.

If she could hear the way his heart is fluttering right now, she might have to retract her statement about it. He lets out a sheepish laugh. ]

It’s not as though I had forgotten. But I guess it just hadn’t completely sunk in. The fact that you and I married - it still feels like a dream to me.

[ He doesn't know much about this kind of matter either, but if she's charging ahead, then it's only right that he follows suit.

His hands skillfully undo the ribbon's elaborate knot, and the silky cloth loosens around Ingrid's waist. ]

[stopmessing]

Mm..

[If anyone had told her she'd end up a literal blushing bride, Ingrid would have likely punched them. It wasn't as if she wasn't aware of such things with having to clean up Sylvain's messes all these years but she always had been more interested in her training. Even after starting her relationship with Ignatz.]

Yeah, I think that's a good way to put it. It just feels like today's been a blur.

[Charging ahead was just Ingrid's way of coping. When she feels that knot come undone, Ingrid gives a sigh of relief. Part of her asking was just to get out of the dress faster simply because she already was tired of it. It was beautiful yet she'd never get used to such elaborate things.]

Thanks. I think Dorothea wanted to make sure I couldn't take it off myself.

[artisque]

That explains why she was so eager to describe your dress to me.

[ He thought her enthusiasm was strange at the time but he suppose there was a reason for it all along. And what's more, if Dorothea's plan was to put them in "the mood" (as Claude would impishly put it), it might have worked a little too well, much to Ignatz's embarrassment. The charged air around them is hard to deny, after all.

He wonders what he should do next - what he can do. Ingrid led them here, but it wouldn't be fair to let her do all the work. Yet, he certainly doesn't want to do anything she might find uncomfortable. After a moment of contemplation, he inwardly exhales. Then tentatively, he touches her upper back, his calloused fingertips brushing her shoulder blade curiously. His voice is soft murmur. ]

Even without the ribbon, the dress is difficult to take off by yourself, isn't it. Do you need help with anything else, Ingrid ... ?

[ Maybe the question is deceptively innocent. But his intention should be obvious from his tone. ]

[stopmessing]

She did help pick it out for me. Even I could tell she was proud of being able to find it.

[Ingrid had taken it as Dorothea's way of saying that she accepted the wedding. Though, the fact that her chosen dress was almost impossible to get in and out of alone hadn't gotten unnoticed. Still, it had worked judging by the way she shivers as his fingers brushing against her.

Her own breath is catching in her throat.]

It is. You'll need to help me lift it over my head.

hello again! thanks for your patience o/

[artisque]

- Alright.

[ Ignatz's voice is surprisingly calm as he complies, but his hands tremble ever so slightly as they slide downwards, betraying his true feelings. Despite his nervousness working against him though, he moves them past the small of her back, stopping at her hips where the skirt of the dress begins. He inhales once before taking hold of the fabric. It feels cool to touch, pleasant.

After giving Ingrid a moment to register what he's about to do, he lifts the skirt slowly, to reveal whatever lies underneath. ]

hey! now it's my time to be late

[stopmessing]

[She helps the best she can. The dress is rather light and comfortable but it was still too confining. She practically sighs with relief when she feels the skirt moving. Her legs are bare, having refused any more clothing than was necessary.

Though, as the skirt goes up there is something... white and lacy underneath. That underwear is definitely something Ingrid wouldn't normally wear. Another possible suggestion from Dorothea or even Mercedes, perhaps?]

guess we're both in the same boat then ✨

[artisque]

[ He expected Ingrid's legs to be bare. She didn't seem to like conventionally feminine, confining clothes, unless they had some practical use. But the white lacy undergarment is, on the other hand, a big surprise. ]

Ingrid you - [ He begins, dumbfounded, but quickly catches himself. He recalls Ingrid's words shortly after they entered their chamber. "This is our wedding night." She must have been conscious of the fact and wore it, though he doesn't know if it was her idea or her friend's. Regardless whose idea it was though, the sentiment isn't any less endearing. ]

That is to say. The lace - you look beautiful in it. [ He says earnestly, his voice gentle and warm with appreciation. ]