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iturbide · 4 years ago

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Oof sounds like a rough week, hope this helps <3 War Crimes - So the Exalt is hosting Naga’s power? How did that happen? And did he not care when Chrom was kidnapped? Spite Project - I adore the idea of Dimitri sitting in on chaotic Alliance Meetings, giving Claude alternate perspectives and maybe filling in some cultural gaps? Plus the thought of Dimitri bamboozling Faerghus Lords with political tactics he learned in the Alliance makes me laugh. Does anyone else know he’s safe in Derdriu? 1/2

I have no idea why this week has been going so badly what did I do

But yes in War Crimes the Exalt is housing Naga’s power, and doing so willingly no less. War Crimes is interesting because it draws a lot on Jugdral-era history, rather than just the history from Shadow Dragon on. Chrom’s father, who has always been a very religious man (just judging by the fact that he called his incursion into Plegia a “crusade”), and while Chrom was around 9 years old, he went around to various holy sites associated with Naga to curry her favor for his planned war. That included a very old church on the far side of the Longfort: Ferox itself isn’t a particularly religious nation, but there are a few pockets where people are, and in particular there’s an old site dedicated to Naga that particularly devoted Naga-worshippers make pilgrimage to.

And that’s where he found the Book of Naga. You know, the one Julia used in Genealogy to put a stop to Loptyr. Seeing this as a highly auspicious sign, the Exalt took the book back and had it authenticated by the priests in Ylisstol that yeah, this is the real thing. Elated by this fortune and considering it her ultimate show of approval for his cause, he has it enshrined in the halidom’s capital for all to see.

Now the Book of Naga, much like the Loptous Tome, contains a fragment of Naga’s will as much as it contains her power. And she starts exerting her influence over Chrom’s dad pretty quickly, such that she has a strong hold over him by the time Chrom’s 11. Naga and the Exalt, as it happens, have very similar feelings when it comes to Plegia and its population of Grima-worshiping heathens; after a bit of practice exerting control over his body (which he allows without hesitation), he demonstrates Naga’s power before the council and declares his intention to invade Plegia, which...well, they literally just saw proof of their divine in the man, how can they really oppose?

As for Chrom’s kidnapping...not really, honestly. The kidnapping itself was an act of desperation from the Plegians: the war is, by that point, in a deadly stalemate, and the only thing changing is the death toll. Their hope was that, in taking one of the Ylissean royals, they would be able to force a ceasefire and open discussions (they’d intended to grab Emmeryn, but since she was out, they went for the spare instead -- at 14 Chrom’s not too much of a threat yet, especially since they caught him sleeping); unfortunately, Naga sees this as an opportunity and turns the propaganda machine in her favor, announcing the Plegians’ cowardice and treachery before the halidom at large to goad her own soldiers into fighting harder. If they can rescue him, they get a morale boost and she ends up with an extra spare from her bloodline to utilize should something happen to the present Exalt; if he dies at Plegian hands, he becomes a martyr she can use to rally her troops further. It was basically a lose-lose for Plegia from the beginning, even if they didn’t know it at the time.

For Spite Project, Dimitri actually has a really interesting time at the round tables, watching Claude work his magic and listening to the different arguments and rationales from the various leaders. Privately after those meetings he and Claude end up talking a lot about the different styles of governance between the Kingdom and the Alliance, and Dimitri starts bouncing ideas off Claude in hopes of developing a new system for the Kingdom once he eventually goes back; Claude, personally, is delighted by this thought experiment and goes all in when it comes to offering advice and critique.

Since the Alliance is mostly trying to keep its neutrality, most of Dimitri’s discussions about Kingdom culture are to satisfy Claude’s personal curiosity; they’re not actively looking to make connections because that would very likely turn the Empire’s attention on them, and Claude can’t risk getting pulled into this war when their allegiances are so fractured. Understandably, since he’s still supposed to be dead, Dimitri tries to keep his head down when he sits in on those round tables...though there is one key point where he actually publicly berates the Great Lords of the Leicester Alliance to their faces and it’s great.

(Also, “what would Claude do?” becomes a bit of a mantra for Dimitri once the War Phase starts, and he definitely pulls some tactical stunts -- political and otherwise -- that not only flummox Gilbert and Rodrigue but make Claude very proud.)

But as it happens, the only person from the Kingdom who ends up finding out about Dimitri’s whereabouts before the War Phase begins is Dedue -- and he finds out because Claude and Judith work together to find him and bring him over. Within within the first year of Dimitri limping his way over to the Alliance, and likely within six months of him coming to Derdriu, Claude offers to help him get back to the Kingdom, reconnect him with Gilbert and Rodrigue so that he can start rallying the holdouts that remain within Faerghus...and Dimitri tells him, honestly, that he’s scared to go back. He’d already had a terrible night and kind of fell apart before Claude even made the offer, and when his friend voices it Dimitri confesses that he’s afraid to return -- not because it means he’ll be fighting against Edelgard, because fighting doesn’t scare him anymore, but because of what he’ll face from the people of Faerghus, how he’ll have all their hopes and expectations riding on him as soon as he reveals himself again, and he doesn’t think he’s strong enough to bear it all, and the thought of yet another failure is more than he can take.

So Claude tells him to stay in the Alliance, instead. As he explains, there are two key aspects to a kingdom: there’s the leader and the people. The ruler benefits from the support of the people, and the people benefit from the leadership of their ruler -- but those two aspects need to be in balance for the system to survive, because if the ruler demands too much of the people, they’re likely to rise up in rebellion and overthrow their leader; but if the people demand too much of their ruler, that leader will crumble and fail from everything forced upon them. From everything Dimitri’s told him by that point, Claude says that it sounds like the balance in Faerghus has been off for a long time, because this isn’t the first time Dimitri’s brought up the weight of expectations people put on him, seeing only the king-to-be and forgetting that their prince was a person who needed care. So Claude tells him, in no uncertain terms, that if Dimitri at any point wants to reconnect with the people in Faerghus, he’ll help -- but if Dimitri wants to stay in the Alliance and try to take care of the needs he’s been neglecting, he’s more than welcome to. Whatever he does, Claude will support him...so long as it’s Dimitri’s decision, for himself, rather than what he thinks other people want him to do.

This is the whole reason why Dimitri stays in the Alliance. Rodrigue, for all that he clearly cares for Dimitri, didn’t exactly help the poor kid with any of his trauma related to the Tragedy at Duscur -- he didn’t even help his own kid with that. He’s a good man, but his priority does seem to have been preparing Dimitri to take over as King of Faerghus, rather than caring for a traumatized child. Dimitri has a lot of trauma to deal with, and Claude gives him a chance to do just that, free of the pressures of expectation and future leadership, and it’s why he’s so much more stable and grounded by the time the War Phase starts: he’s actually had an opportunity to deal with things in a healthy way that doesn’t involve crushing and ignoring his problems.

And for Pokemon: I appreciate the input! I’m actually leaning more toward Water for Seteth at this point, because he does have strong connections to it: not only is he a frequent fisherman who formerly made his home near the Rhodos Coast (such that his wife is buried there), he’s far more adaptable and changeable than Rhea, recognizing the issues with the current system of Crest priority that Rhea ignores in favor of doing everything the way it’s always been done. Part of the reason why I’m so torn on Flayn being Grass or Fairy is because both types have a high incidence of healing moves: lots of fairies learn Aromatherapy, plus they have a very high instance of learning Wish to help their teammates. And technically Flayn‘s primary partner wouldn’t be a true legendary! Much like Phione, who you get by breeding Manaphy, Flayn and all the others that come from Sothis would be pseudo-legendaries: powerful, yes, but not on the scale of a true legendary and nowhere near as limited. It means they also wouldn’t get the off-the-wall crazy moves, though their stats alone would certainly contribute to some incredible power for use in both attack and healing.

I’m also very much on board with Dedue having lots of Grass types. He needs lots of them for all different things, and you just know that wherever you find a berry bush growing randomly in a place you’ve never been, he’s probably the one who planted it. (Also, him having a skittish apple in his pocket? Adorable.)

As for Ace Attorney, it depends on what you consider fun! I have a ton of old crazy stuff, but I’ve mostly pared it down into the Crime of Passion continuity (though I definitely still have thoughts about the bridge from AA3 to AA4, they’re just not as solid as my magnum opus). At some point even there I would love to bring Trucy in, though not in the same dire way she appeared in the flashback case: Phoenix wouldn’t be the one that got that case, and therefore wouldn’t be the one getting disbarred -- but he might happen across her while there’s a recess, and he would help her find the courtroom she’s looking for since she would quite clearly be lost when he stumbles across her.

Cut to a few days later and he sees the same girl sitting in the courthouse looking miserable, and finds out that her dad disappeared (and he would certainly be able to put together her being at the courthouse with the news that a defendant declared guilty vanished into thin air). Of course he offers to help and takes her to the station, but...well, it’s not fair to her to just leave her there. So he calls Miles up and asks him to swing by to pick them up.

This does become a rather comedic pseudo-argument about how Phoenix can’t just bring a stray child home (”she’s not a lost puppy, Miles, and also her name’s Trucy”), there are procedures to follow (”we can’t leave her at the station all night”), certainly she must have some family who can take her in (”she doesn’t have anybody she can call, not after the whole trial fiasco”), until finally Miles relents and agrees that she can stay one night.

(He also remarks that he doesn’t have a car seat, and Phoenix scoffs because she doesn’t need a car seat! ... ... ... only to look at Trucy and ask her “do you need a car seat?” to which she shrugs because she doesn’t know.)

Obviously she ends up staying more than one night and Pearl gets a little sister which she is thrilled about.

#answered #fallingfruitfish #fire emblem: awakening #fire emblem: three houses #pokemon #ace attorney #war crimes #spite project #pokemon: three houses #crime of passion #i love spite project so much #i hope i can do it justice when i finally start digging into it #also war crimes is gonna be a blast #thank you anankos for pulling this thing together with me #i hope it does you proud #re: the pokemon though i really like holst with ground #and i really don't want to double up on types #but please imagine holst with a marowak and a gliscor #which he thinks is the cutest thing aside from his sister

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starpunched · 8 years ago

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and enoch walked with god

fandom: fire emblem: awakening pairings: chrom/grima, past chrom/robin warnings: violent imagery, death, blood, semi-explicit sex, consent issues due to power imbalance, religious overtones

and he was not; for god took him.

In the version of things where Chrom bleeds out, Grima shows some form of pity towards the end. Chrom appreciates having company for the end of the world.

read on ao3 or below the cut:

The world ends with a protracted death rattle. The sky burns, the sea rises, but none of it’s instantaneous. There’s time for a slow build, if there’s anyone left to look upon these wonders and despair. It’s not often, but the Fell Dragon can be generous.

Grima pins Chrom’s soon-to-be-corpse to the Grimleal altar, the red sky reflected on Falchion’s edge. “Don’t play coy,” he says through Robin’s lips. “I already know how much you love me.” Chrom grunts. Blood loss limits him to monosyllables.

Fingers that feel like talons trace the angles of Chrom’s jaw. “Come on,” Grima says. “Be honest about this. You’ve never lied to me before.”

Robin is Grima and Grima is Robin and Chrom has no secrets from either, though maybe he wishes he did. This is all too familiar; him with his back to the ground and Robin bent over him like a kind and loving god. Add in the gaping wound. Add in Grima’s simpering smile. The scene played better without all these complications.

Grima forces a leg between Chrom’s knees and kisses his waiting mouth, sucking face more like a teenager than a rebellious divine. It’s déjà vu on a macro level. Robin is Grima and Grima is Robin so of course the Fell Dragon knows the script from the first time they fucked. Chrom’s rabbit heartbeat, Robin tearing his clothes – yeah, this all seems about right.

“I still hate that you dress like this,” Grima says. The clasps designed to hold Chrom’s cape steady unfasten and roll off the edge of the altar. “We could never have a quickie when you take forty minutes to get undressed.” He unsheathes Robin’s stained Levin sword and slices the fabric open – gently, as if another cut would make a difference. Chrom’s head lolls sideways. Blood trickles from the side of his mouth.

True love is all this still giving him an erection.

Falchion clatters to the ground when his belt comes off, Grima working him out of his cotton cocoon. Slowly, gently, even lovingly. Robin’s fingers pausing to trace his scars.

“See?” Grima says, squeezing Chrom’s hard-on with Robin’s hand. “I told you. This body, you love it too much to bear.” It’s not that, Chrom wants to say. It’s Robin he loves; Robin with his thin smile and clever words and selfless devotion, Robin the person, not the shell. “Rrghgf,” he says, and then he’s lightheaded from doing that much.

It’s awful, but Grima’s – Robin’s – laugh still sounds like sunshine to him. Robin’s laugh, Robin’s lips, Robin’s bedroom eyes lined up in two rows of three. Gods. This is just so close to being romantic. Picture Robin with a regular face and both their bodies intact. While he’s at it, picture them both wearing rings.

Grima kisses down the length of Chrom’s chest, pressing his lips against Chrom’s mangled sternum. He comes up bloody, smiling. Chunks of entrails cling to his jawline where Chrom used to kiss him, and he’s still so lovely it hurts.

“He really did love you,” Grima says. He straddles Chrom just below where he killed him, grinds his hips down where Chrom is still whole. “You loved him too, right?” A bubble of blood pops by Chrom’s mouth. Yes, it says, I really did. I really do, still.

Besides the warm blood and stiff dick, Chrom might as well be a corpse. Or a sex doll. Whatever it is Grima’s hoping for here. With one foot in the grave he can’t touch Grima, can’t reach up and grab his hand/ass/thighs like Robin used to want. But he’s good enough, apparently, good enough for Grima to shed his coat like a butterfly shrugs off a chrysalis. One-to-one reenactment. Right down to unfurling his wings.

“Help me,” Grima tells him. Chrom can’t find a way to say no.

Grima’s wings, long and feathered, they frame Chrom’s body like a cage. He smiles. Chrom’s rabbit heart flutters. Then Grima’s frotting against him and peeling off Robin’s pants and yeah, Chrom remembers how it goes after this. They weren’t so desperate the last time this happened, but they weren’t so dead and doomed either. Accepting your mortality isn’t the worst way there is to get off.

Between all the blood and the sweat, they stick together wherever their skin happens to meet. Grima grinding down on Chrom’s cock and dragging his nails down Chrom’s chest, he makes Chrom waste some of his last cloying lifeforce on gasping for breath. Beneath him, Chrom wonders if his death or his orgasm will come first.

Maybe he almost gets there. Seconds away from blowing his load, and that’s when his heart finally stops. Edging on a grander scale.

Grima kisses him. Chrom forgets hypotheticals. Grima kisses him, and Chrom’s thrown back to a cold night in Regna Ferox with him and Robin cuddled for warmth, making excuses to get closer. Robin half-naked and framed in fur robes, asking Chrom if this is okay. Robin kissing him, and Chrom kissing back. This is like that, Gods forgive him. The Fell Dragon makes him remember first love.

“I wish you’d live through this,” Grima sighs into his mouth. “Imagine, me as your husband, you as my bride. Just the two of us, ruling this miserable planet together.” The question just seems cruel.

As if Chrom would hesitate to say yes.

With the sky like it is, the time is whatever anyone claims. Morning. Twilight. Noon. It’s all the same with the sun struck out, all apocalyptic vistas and swirling red clouds. In humanity’s final hours, everything becomes subjective.

This could be their wedding night.

Grima pulls back from Chrom to get a better angle, moaning and gasping with his teeth stained red. Naga’s blood on her worst enemy’s lips. Naga’s brand on the Fell Dragon’s altar. A marriage consummated by outright sacrilege.

Grima rides Chrom like the world is ending and tells him, “Robin wanted to see you wearing a ring.”

Gods forgive him, Chrom doesn’t even try to pull out.

His vision goes spotty when he comes. For a moment he thinks it’s the end, that blowing his load struck him down where blood loss did not. What a fucking way to go that would be. Emmeryn dies a martyr and he croaks mid-ejaculation.

It’s a shame that’s not how it goes. Really. He should have died hereafter, before reality comes in to kick off its shoes. Grima his red-eyed god rises from the altar with semen-streaked thighs. His wings trail behind him; the train for tonight’s wedding gown, more elegant than any white lace. Body fluids and molting feathers instead of silk or satin. Chrom’s mortal wound is a melting pot of all the above.

“You don’t have long, probably,” Grima says. “If only you could get out some last words.”

Chrom realizes, suddenly, there’s a question he still hasn’t asked.

“Robin,” he gurgles. That single word, it’s worth the Herculean effort it takes.

“Oh.” Grima’s six eyes narrow to slivers. “Him. It doesn’t matter, but he was watching.” And that’s it, that’s the ground pulled out from under Chrom and oblivion eating him whole.

Robin, Robin who he loves more than anything, Robin who he’s lost forever, Robin whose heart he’s just broken; Robin was there, Robin is there, and they were so fucking close to a fairytale ending. Put a different man in the driver’s seat. Dredge Robin up from the mind he’s been drowned in. Just give them a do-over with Robin in control, and forget the part where Chrom ever wanted anything else.

He starts to work up to ‘I’m sorry’, but the space beside him is already empty. Robin’s coat lies in a heap nearby on the floor.

On the edge of the Dragon’s Table, loverlooking a world on fire, the lord of the Grimleal spreads his wings.

#fe13 #fire emblem #fire emblem awakening #chrom #grima #robin (fire emblem)#writing

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