#i don't think my étoile fics define my personality well. idk. i'm self conscious about them no mater how fond i am of those fics

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(✿◡‿◡) Tagged by @razrogue! Thank you!!

Rules: Link a few recent pieces of writing that I think best define me/my aesthetic/my personality.

I'll tag @recurringwriter, @lemonbronze, @lucius-the-sinful, @bosspigeon, @bladesandstars, @littleplasticrat and YOU.

What I like writing most: polyamorous bisexuals.

I Wanna Be Yours. 34/? Chapters. 135,676 words. Rated Explicit. Modern-setting Soulmate au of my fe3h ot4: Claude, Hilda, Fae, Lorenz.

Lorenz looked up to see Claude holding his wrist, looking at his soulmark on his forearm, distressed. Lorenz extended his left hand towards Hilda as he begged, “Take my hand.” She smiled at him, tangling her fingers in his and offering her left hand to Fae, who quickly repeated the action, reaching out to Claude. He seemed inconsolable, almost frightened, and swallowed as he slowly started to unravel himself, taking each Fae and Lorenz by the hand. Another gasp, and Claude shivered and jerked, and Fae and Lorenz were mindful of whether he was actually pulling away. Stretched out as they were, the changes in Claude and Lorenz’s soulmarks were immediately obvious, a sheen of unnatural color staining their marks pale gold and deep purple. Hilda rotated her left hand to direct Fae’s soulmark towards the others; bright red flecks replacing the muted black-brown that had been there previously. Hilda’s own mark was lost in Lorenz’s grip, but neither had any doubt that she too was infused with color. The sensation wasn’t so striking the longer it lasted. It would have been hard for any of them to describe. It was like ... overcoming an injury you didn’t know you had. Like breathing clearly after a long bout of sickness. Like the joy and relief that comes from mastering a long-practiced skill. Like hearing ‘I love you’ from a lover for the first time. “I never knew how it worked for people like us,” Claude whispered, his voice full of shame. Polyamory wasn’t as rare as some made it out to be, but it was rare enough that none of them knew another person that had found themselves to have more than one soulmate.

An Open Heart. 1/1 Chapters. 4,336 words. Rated Teen. Fluff for ace week, Frederick x Cordelia x ace!Stahl.

“Long have I known of your love for Chrom,” Frederick said sweetly. “But even so, I have remained hopeful that you would one day recognize my affections. I am his man in all things, and I have no desire to speak ill of Chrom, but, Cordelia, I would never give you cause to weep so bitterly as you have for him. I would devote my whole existence to ensuring your happiness. And as such, I have dreamed that your feelings would branch and bloom, to care for two…” Cordelia and Stahl both shifted closer as he spoke, and Frederick paused as Cordelia laid her free hand on his chest, her other tangled in Stahl’s fingers, and he realized why Cordelia had thought he had only eyes for the gentle knight. Stahl was loyal and true; faithful to his sworn duties and the strength they required, as well as to the humanity of his many allies, explored through stories and humour, music and learning. Their friendship had been inspirational beyond measure, and perhaps Frederick had been premature to think that meanwhile he could have only one true love; his own attraction to Chrom notwithstanding. He tilted his hand over Stahl’s shoulder, feeling himself flush about the proximity of his friends, and admitted for him and Cordelia, “Though I could not foresee that my own heart would be much the same.”

3 more fics below the cut.

What I like contributing to a fandom: gift fics for rarepairs.

What Could Be. 1/1 Chapters. 4,033 words. Rated Explicit. Rodrigue lives au. Manuela pegs Rodrigue.

“I want to,” he whispered with sincerity, imagining the solid pressure inside him, the heave of Manuela’s chest, the piston of her hips, her nails on his chest and her name on his lips. “Of course, I’d want you to fuck me. I’m just—” “Virginal,” she teased, so that a huffed laugh escaped Rodrigue, bouncing her atop him. “Self-conscious,” he suggested.

Rough Around The Edges. 1/1 Chapters. 5,106 words. Rated Mature. Caspar x Dimitri post-skip enemies to lovers.

“What you see is but an avatar of vengeance,” Dimitri growled, squeezing at his thumb, feeling the splinters in the bone, the ways in which he was fragile and the ways in which he was strong. Caspar’s gaze was drawn to his hands and Dimitri spoke louder to ensure Caspar was listening to him. Looking at Caspar dead on, Dimitri could still feel how others would interpret his impatience though his blind eye was towards the breadth of the cathedral. It did not stop him from towering over Caspar like a beast with hackles raised. There was no hiding from the monster he had become. “There is no person beneath the drive I have to overthrow Edelgard. She will pay for all she’s done. And if you think to distract me from my goals because of villainy or indifference then I will brutalise you and leave you for the rats, Bergliez. Am I clear?” Caspar’s anger was plain on his face, and Dimitri started to sneer, having expected an Adrestian dog to be incapable of understanding the tainted purity of his motivation, but he faltered slightly, bewildered by the voiced nature of Caspar’s offence. “Are you treating everyone this way?!” Caspar asked in loud accusation, gesturing with an open hand at the cowering figures outside of Dimitri’s vision. “Everyone in the monastery looks terrified, and I assumed it was because of the state of the war, and the corner we’ve all been backed into, but … it’s just you— You’re their leader!”

A Hopeless Dove. 1/1 Chapters. 11,554 words. Rated Mature. Zevlor x Raphael; he signs on with the devil in act 3, many spoilers.

“You know I’ve lost most of my abilities, my strength and my hope—” “All of which I can restore,” Raphael promised with such a bright and innocent tone. “Surely you would not expect me to ask a drowning man whether he could swim?” A small noise of surprise passed Zevlor’s lips, and he turned away from Raphael, looking out over the landscape below. Lava bubbled and cracked the desert, guiding the movements of demons and strange vehicles racing across a chasm. The visible fighters kicked up dark clouds of soot and souls — strange sparks of blue, black and gold that scattered like sparks from a flame. This was no where near the most horrific sight he’d ever laid eyes upon in Avernus, but when he’d seen her twisted rocks and sand before, it had been with Helm’s favour and his own beliefs intact, neither of which would be in Raphael’s power, but he sounded so confident that he gave Zevlor pause.