#v ;; fates ;; birthright

[elegyofthemoon]

lord give me the strength to not download and play fe awakening or fates again theres only so much i can handle with the little time i have and i dont need my brain to be losing attention enough as is

[mystiika]

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[erthshaker]

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[real-fire-emblem-takes]

"Xander in his supports says this, but in the story says that! Therefore is bad writing!" yeah, bc in the story he has both Hans and Iago breathing down his neck. And add to that the trauabonding/conditioning with Garon and probably the same trauma sustained by the concubine wars that Camilla has. Him fighting Corring in Birthright is him wanting to end it all. He does the same thing as Ryoma in Conquest but bc it isn't fully explicit like Ryoma's, then it's "bad writing" and "the character is dumb" and yadda yadda yadda.

I'm not going to defend Fates' writing bc it has some major glaring issues like the V curse, but stuff like Xander not driving Siegfried throug his stomach after what he does to Elise being "bad writing" or him doing everything Ganon tells him to do despit him wanting otherwise is "bad writing" and not the result of trauma and conditioning since childhood is arguing in bad faith.

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[princessmacedon]

{ happy anniversary!

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Name: Red, more commonly nicknamed Reddo

Pronouns: they/them preferred, she/he OK!

Birthday (no year): December 28th

Where are you from? What is your time zone? moved to kentucky when I was young, and for sake of ease i use EST (TOAST)! i live near a timezone line, so i get to be flexible like that >vo)v HAHA

How long is your roleplay experience? with a few on and off breaks, roughly 15 years? i forgot about a period of my life where i 'moderated' (read: was the most active user on) a warrior cats RP site; my first foray into rp proper was in pokemon rp on tumblr, my first muse was lyra but i didnt have an internet name until i picked up and settled into writing (you'll never guess who)

How were you introduced to roleplaying as a whole? kind of half answered this above oops, but with warrior cats i genuinely dont remember? i probably just googled warrior cats and wound up there HAHA. for pokemon...... honestly probably the same thing

How were you introduced to TOA? key had mentioned it to me in passing a few times, so i knew she was there, but it wasn't until my friend zyra mentioned it to me and suggested we write macedon siblings together again that i actually joined, hahaha

Do you have any pets? i do! i adopted a ?? year old dog from the shelter about six years ago, so now he's x+6 years old :] pretty sure he's some kind of border collie mix, but not certain! his name is tobin, but he'll answer as long as you say 'ob'. he's a sillyhead

What is your favorite time of year and why? (Season, holiday, general period) it used to be winter because i love the snow! but as i get older and more harrowed by weather conditions, i appreciate how normal and not-trying-to-kill-me autum is HAHA

What is your IRL occupation? (finger guns) figuring it out

Some interests and things you like/enjoy? drawing was my first love! i like reading, especially comics, and writing; i like video games and immersing myself in stories, and have passing interests in things that i don't commit to trying out (like resin, charms, etc etc)

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? FFXIV, mainly; genshin impact and hsr; various farming-ish sims (story of seasons + old harvest moon, stardew valley, rune factory, currently fields of mistria); to a lesser extent dragon age, ace attorney, various VNs / otome / rhythm games, pokemon until roughly scarlet/violet era and then my wallet couldnt keep up with it HSDFSGVSD

Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: as a kid it waffled between fire / dark, but not sure i have a dead set favorite type anymore. favorite pokemon still lucario and appletun for sure though!

Tell us some funfacts and trivia about yourself! (Optional bonus challenge: if you filled this out last year, try not to repeat what you said back then!) - i love christmas and thinking about gift giving! when i was in school my christmas spreadsheet hit like, 50 names HAHA nooooo way do i have that energy anymore, though - i'm reasonably fond of baking and also reasonably terrible at it! something always goes wrong but usually (usually) stuff comes out pretty tasty in the end. except for that time i set my oven on fire

How did you get into Fire Emblem? my friends were talking about how much fun they were having with the new game at the time, awakening! it looked fun so i decided to try it out

What Fire Emblem games have you played? - Beaten: Genealogy, Blazing Blade (FE7 if youre like me and still cant remember which one is which), Shadow Dragon & New Mystery, Awakening, Fates (Conquest + Birthright), Three Houses (Blue Lions) - Started: Binding Blade (FE6), Sacred Stones, Path of Radiance (FE9), Fates (Revelation), Shadows of Valentia, Three Houses (Black Eagles & Golden Deer), Engage

First & Favorite Fire Emblem games: Awakening -- still Awakening! possibly tied with 3H, though. i really enjoy games where i can peacefully level grind

List your 5 favorite Fire Emblem characters across the series! vaguely ordered, it's: Wolf, Maria, Cordelia, Seliph, Katarina...? if you think you're seeing a trend you're probably right, hahaha ^^ writing a character is an expression of love for me, so inevitably my muses climb higher and higher on my list over time

Who was the first character ever to make you go “ooh I like this one in particular” and why? Can be any context and reason! the clearest one i can remember is wolf, because when i was playing fe11 i was passively using him because he was pretty, and then he got 7 crits in a row and i was like :pika:

Any Fire Emblem crushes? 😳i'm weak toward green haired women AHSJASFDSF but actual game crushes, hmm... not sure!

If you’ve played (or are familiar with) the following games, who was your first S support? Who would you S support nowadays? - Awakening: chrom -> still chrom! - Fates: takumi -> hmm... silas or flora? - Three Houses: dimitri -> still dimitri, except now he's duking it out with yuri - Engage: i have the ring in my pocket as we speak, suffering from the burden of choice... probably diamant though?

Favorite Fire Emblem class? whatever class my blorbos thrive in

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class and stats? Would you be playable? in all likelihood i'm a villager with just absolutely baffling AI. not entirely stupid, but you cant in good conscience say it's smart either HAHA as a playable unit though, i might be a recruit-type? i could do well if you help me grow, otherwise i'm just this scruffy shitty thing tucked into your pocket. middling-high skill growth, paper defense, and you wish you knew what my speed growth was because i don't (probably fast as a mage but realistically NOT as anything physical)

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? (Black Eagles, Blue Lions, Golden Deer, Church of Seiros, Those Who Slither in the Dark, unaffiliated civilian, other - for example Almyran) my heart says blue lions, but if i'm just some guy (unaffiliated civilian) i won't be surprised

If you were an Officers Academy student, what would be your boons, banes and potential budding talent? - Boons: Reason - Banes: Authority, Gauntlets - Budding Talent: Flying

If you were an Engage character, which nation would you originate from? (Firene, the Kingdom of Abundance; Brodia, the Kingdom of Might; Elusia, the Kingdom of Knowledge; Solm, the Queendom of Freedom; Lythos, the holy land of the Divine Dragon; Gradlon, the desolate land of the Fell Dragon) hmm... probably either Firene or Lythos! i'm too much of a weenie to be from brodia HAHA

How do you pronounce TOA? 🤔(separate letters, to-ah, other?) toah, like noah! to all my xiv gamers out there this definitely applies to job shorthands too. durg. dirk. whum blum sidge. rurpur and rogg...

Current TOA muses: Maria & Katarina

Past TOA muses? Cordelia my beloved

Who was your first TOA muse? If you no longer have them, can you see yourself picking them up again? Maria! unless something unprecedented happens, i don't see that changing. writing her, her want and determination to love and find wonder in the world, to spread and be joy -- it just puts me in a good place! it's really, genuinely helped me a lot, even if her extroversion is exhausting to my introvert ass sometimes HAHA

Do you believe you have a type of character you gravitate towards writing? (If you filled this out last year, has this changed in any way?) uhhh... i definitely tend toward characters who are in some regard defined by a form of love or strong emotion, romantic though it need not be -- people who have some sort of powerful, aching tenderness in their heart. i've not really done as much as i've wanted in terms of bringing that out of them, but it's definitely something that draws me in to a character in the first place!

Do you have characters or types of characters you don’t think you can handle writing, but wish you could? ooh, there are lots of characters i like who have a brusque edge or manner, who might be harsh or cold... i wish i could do that! i'd like to try, i think. and also the funny, energetic, boisterous types -- i love to see them and be around them, but i definitely can't pull it off hahaha

What kind of scenes, situations etc do you believe you enjoy writing the most? (If you filled this out last year, has this changed in any way?) it's been a while since i've gone all in on this kind of scene, but i love emotional scenes and heart-to-hearts -- the sort of thing where you're communicating your feelings with everything you have and trying to reach someone else! i usually rein myself in well shy of that though, hahaha. i worry a lot about getting too lost in the sauce and derailing a conversation/thread, or making it all about what my muse/what they want to communicate.

Do you have any scenario in mind for your muse(s) that gets you thinking “man I hope I get to write this one day”? for katarina, i'd love for her to make some friends! she's her own worst enemy in this regard, separating herself from friends/friendships whether consciously or subconsciously. for maria... well, i'd love for her to have a real heart to heart with someone!

Favorite TOA-related memories? to this day i miss and adore annie's frederick! his dynamic with my cordelia at the time was so much fun to write and to talk about and we had such thoughts for how their relationship would evolve -- it's one of the most interesting and endearing relationships i've had the pleasure of writing! on a sillier note, i often think about leif hauling ass after kanoesa's lewyn HAHA

Present or past tense? it used to be past tense, but i think toa's successfully converted me to defaulting to present hahaha ^^;; consciously at least, i try to match whatever my partner does!

Normal size text, small text, no preference? it doesn't matter to me, but i do hate fighting tumblr to keep all of the small text small.

Got any potential muse delusions to share? 😉 the wolf app/blog i've been refining on and off for the better part of three years is no secret HAHA, but i've seriously contemplated writing a few other characters! radd and boucheron, to name a couple. i get super attached to my characters though, so it's a bit tricky

[rufflesandbows]

Made of Fire (Final)

Aemond x Reader (Rhaenyra's Daughter)

In spite of the fright given to you, you are not afraid now. The wedding is underway. This is more than childhood fancy. This is a duty to the Realm. You are given a gown, a feast, and a promise fulfilled. You are the blood of Old Valyria, fire made flesh, and you are not afraid.

Warnings: 18+, incest, intercourse (p in v), no protection, oral (f receiving), non-con bath washing? Semi-forced wedding Word Count: 4100 (Part 1)

You couldn’t stop thinking of that promise. 

There had been a lot of talk at the time about marrying you to Aegon, something Aemond protested greatly to. It was him you studied with. It was him you sought to dance with. It was him who shared the pain of your denied birthright, the dragon egg that refused to hatch. It was you and him, the obvious match. He’d been the only one to think so. 

You on the other hand couldn’t help but think it was too soon to talk of such things. You wanted to fly. To see the world. Imagined yourself putting on dragonscale armor and burning down enemies, Dark Sister in hand. But you did imagine Aemond would be by your side.

The kiss under the weirwood had been chaste. It didn’t need passion and fire because his words had been enough. This won’t be the last we see each other. I’ll come for you. I’ll find a dragon and I’ll take you away to be my bride. As our ancestors would have.

A flush of heat went through you, making your hands sweat every time you thought of those words. It had been said not out of lust or even love, but as a declaration of fate. You were meant to be. As the stars are meant to be in the sky, and the mountains on the sunlit horizon. The gods made fire, and they made you for him.

Milk of the poppy was still laced in your body. It made you heavy and your eyes burned in spite of the fright and your position. You worried that the interruption of your sleep would make the potion weaker. The nightmares were so awful. How your mind could conjure such horrors was beyond you. 

So when the sound of the door unlocking came, the morning sun peeking through the curtains, you sat up, utterly defeated with drowsiness. Lord Larys peered in, smiling gently as he bowed. “Princess, I am sorry to wake you, but the festivities are nearly ready. It is time to start getting ready.”

A few maid servants came in, one of them holding a large gown overflowing in her arms. Surprisingly it wasn’t the teal blues of Velaryon, but the lush red of your mothers house, with glimpses of rare black lace. They waited for your cue, a small headache brewing from a fitful sleep. “I need a bath first. I still have the stench of dragon on me. It’s bled into the bedsheets.”

Larys didn’t hesitate or even seem surprised by your harshness, “Of course. I will have the servants ready you a bath right away-”

“I’m surprised you’ve cooperated with the prince so loyally.” He took back with confusion, the servants all glancing at him. “You know his kidnapping me is treason, don’t you?”

Larys gave a very quiet chuckle, shrugging, “I-I only wish to be a good servant to the crown. Which, of course, as you are heir to the throne, will be you one day. With the prince as your King Consort.”

“And, what? Are you hoping his favor will protect you from my ire?”

Respectfully, he lowered his gaze, pleading with you, “You misunderstand me. I was hoping, as you two get along so well, that you might see this as my helping you come together.” Larys gave a pitiful sigh, sympathetic to you. “It is such a shame your families would never allow your union, despite the clear chemistry between you.”

There was plenty more you could say, but the reminder of your families, how hateful they were to one another, and the constant nightmares of bloodshed; you simmered down. With a gesture, you allowed everyone to go about their business, leaning back into the pillows, half asleep as you watched them. They brought in thick pots of steaming water, and as they left, you called to them, “That is enough.”

The lead girl startled. “My lady, it is only a quarter full.”

“I will be quick.” They bowed to you, and you grumbled out of bed, grabbing a nearby stool and setting it into the tub. Unlacing the nightgown from your neck, you slipped out of it and sat down, using a pale rag to scrape down your skin that was sticky with dried sweat. 

So focused on your task and so out of it, you didn’t hear the door slowly slip open. Nor the sound of footsteps drawing closer. You caught a shadow at the last moment, freezing as you glimpsed long silver hair. 

Without uttering a word, Aemond moved around you, lowering himself behind and presenting his hand at your side. “Please, allow me to help you.”

He knew it was inappropriate. You weren’t children anymore. But no doubt he’d say he’s going to be your husband anyway. Gritting your teeth, you set the cloth in his awaiting hand. He reached down, wetting and wringing it out, before it gently drug down your shoulder, your back, the hot waters soothing. His steady and soft work nearly lulls you to sleep. To fight it, you spoke. Preferring to stroke the fires of your anger, and his. “Are you really sure about all this, Aemond? Have you truly forgiven me in a way you haven’t my brothers? There is still time to return me and walk away.”

He chuckled, “I made a promise, didn’t I?” 

While one hand touched you with the cloth, you felt the other sneak its way on your hip. It caused a wild mix of agitation and thrill. You could feel the heat of him burn. The rough callouses of his training. How easily he could grip you. 

Shoving down the heat rising low in your body, you admitted, “You know, I thought you hated me. Or worse, had forgotten about me.”

“No.” He hummed, leaning over the tub rim to hush behind your ear and send a light down your spine. “Not for a single moment.”

Subtly, you shook your head, a hint of bitterness of your tongue. “I had made my peace with that thought.” When you looked at him, you were met with Aemond’s shock. “When my mother started talking of betrothals, I never once brought you up. I thought if we approached you for marriage, you’d laugh in our faces, as surely your mother would. When you mocked my brothers at dinner, I had gone to bed knowing I was right.”

He had the decency to look shamed, but he gripped you tighter. “I made it clear none of it was meant for you-”

“The only thing you made clear to me was your indifference.” You certainly couldn’t say that of him now. He’d taken you across the land, was ready to wed you within the hour, snuck in here just to get a small taste before the ceremony. You just wanted him to feel a small fraction of your frustration all these years. Aemond submitted, going back to washing you down. Your back, your hips, your neck, drips of water crawling down your chest as if they were fingertips dragging down your body. 

With fresh hot water in the cloth, he began to drag his hand down your thigh. As he moved forward, a touch of soft lips fell on your shoulder. You stilled, feeling him slowly pepper kisses along your back. You meant to say something, to stop him, but it stirred such desire in you. The rising beat of your heart teasing you to stay silent as his lips savored your skin, his hands mapping out the curves of your body. You tried to keep your breathing steady, tried not to move to accommodate the pressure building in your hips. To deny him just how much of an effect he was having on you. Yet his hand on your thigh began to move inward, back toward the needy hot center of your legs. You sucked in a sharp gasp and interrupted him, “Aemond-”

“Let me touch you.” He sighed hard, his breath ghosting down your spine and making you shudder again. His fingertips slipped from the cloth and touched your bare skin, moving ever inward. “Just for a moment. Please. I’ve saved myself for you all this time-”

“Till the ceremony.” You taunted, thighs trembling in spite of your rebellion. “That’s what you said. Or are you both a scoundrel and a liar?” 

Aemond’s grip tightened, his fingers flexing, digging in as if he meant to claw you. With a huff he removed his hands completely, and you could see his tightly wound fist, knuckled white, trembling on the rim of the bathtub. He took you in the night, scared the living daylights out of you on top Vhagar, and has cornered you into marrying him. If it pained him to wait, then he would wait. 

You could hear him huff with agitation, dropping the cloth in the waters as he rose to his feet. “Then I shall leave you to get ready. Everything will be waiting for you.”

Once the door was shut, you stared at it for a moment, felt all the heat taken with him. Even the waters lacked their steam. With a sigh, you made quick work, ignoring how sensitive your skin had become. 

When done, with a robe you allowed the servant girls in to help you ready, all three of them coyly avoiding your gaze and stifling grins. The dress fit perfectly. Too perfectly. Where did he get ahold of your measurements? How long had he been planning this? As well they braided your hair, entwined with red ribbon, and pinned glittering rubies in a crown.

As the maids led you out, they didn’t take you to a grand hall, but outside the fort walls. Down to the lake's edge with its blood red forest far across the glittering waters. They decorated well for a small wedding, Aemond all in black and the Maestor standing under an crafted archway that was entwined with wildflowers. Multicolored petals sprinkled through the lush green grass. The waters glittering brightly on the golden sun. In the distance, surrounding the Godswood, there was still a light grey mist that made one think of ghosts looking back. There were guests on either side, not a one of them familiar but clearly excited to be apart of such a union between royalty. 

You met Aemond, all his hottiness gone from him as he gripped your hands, his gaze having softened on your approach. Utmost sincerity as he spoke, “You look beautiful.” It managed to crack a small grin from you. 

As the vows began, you glanced to the nameless crowd. You never doubted that your family wouldn’t be here, to celebrate your union, no matter how ill conceived. It would have been comforting to see them at your back. Your eyes scanned the skies, to find them clear of clouds, and dragons. Vhagar, the old bat, was fast asleep on a hill, uninterested in glaring you down this morning. No matter all your mixed feelings, surely this union would put an end to the succession ordeal. Surely it would dampen all the bad blood if only a little. If only enough. Hurting one would only serve to hurt their own.

Aemond’s hands gave yours a squeeze, bringing you back to the ground, urging you to say your part of the vows. You nodded and began repeating the words. The rest following suit with ease. More trained than with meaning. Once your end was done, you gripped Aemond a little tighter, the ceremony almost over, the fluttering of butterflies making you nauseous. You were barely present in your own mind when Aemond leaned forward and captured your lips with his. When you didn't back away, he flooded you with affection, cradling your neck in his hand, the other holding you tight to his chest. Warmth was all around you, the excited cheers in your ears as the gentle winds brushing your dress.

The feast was extravagant. The guests all enjoyed themselves as if it were more a holiday than a wedding. Some offered their congratulations but most were only servants, house staff and guards. They had no reason to steal attention and garner favor. They had no riches or promises to offer. They were happy just to be in your presence. There was a charm to it, lightening your mood as you watched them, thinking of joining them in conversation.

“We will have another.” Aemond spoke, placing his hand on yours, his thumb caressing you and the concern on him taking you by surprise. “When the arguments settle and everyone accepts our union, we will hold another celebration. One where our families are present.”

While that was the very thing you wanted, you laughed. “Oh, won’t that be eventful!”

“Is it a proper celebration without a fight breaking out?” He teased. 

It amused you, “Suppose not.” Definitely not in your family.

The games and feast and revelry went on all day, each hour more drunk than the last. Until the sun began to set, and you had long forgotten to be on the look out for any great beasts of the sky. 

You’d been giggling helplessly at a wild tale some of the maids were telling you, when Aemond took a stand and offered his hand to you. Dread smacked into you at first, but it fizzled just as quickly. 

He’d grown so incredibly handsome, his intensity alluring and his presence dominating. It had been all you noticed on him the day of the dinner, wanting him to desperately notice you and remind you of that promise so long ago. With the drink heavy and the lights low, your blood was thick molten through your system.

You slipped your hand in his, allowing him to lead you away, the crowd giving one last hoorah for your departure. While you gave them a flattered smile, when your eyes fell on him you couldn’t break away. Aemond must have felt it for when you two rounded a corner, he grinned back at you, making you flush and shy away.

The room you ended up in was unfamiliar to the one you’d been locked inside. You recognized the riding gear hanging up against the wall, realizing it had been Aemond’s guest room. Twice as big and with a fireplace, and the bed big enough for four. Once the door was shut, he stepped up to a table and began to untie himself. You watched, taking in every step with wild interest. 

The way he removed his jacket and his shirt was almost ceremonial. There was no rush, neatly folding and setting them on the table.

Your eyes drifted down his body. How well crafted he was. Toned, honed for combat as any great predator. You couldn't deny yourself any longer, the hunger you felt for him since you saw him in that training yard. You walked up and crashed into his back, wrapping your arms around his sides and your hands roaming his front. Savoring the expanse and the heat radiating off him and seeping in through your clothes, skin burning against your cheek.

You didn't know yourself to be so bold with another, but in the haze of thick wine through your blood, your hand drifted down his front, slipping with surprising ease into the rim of his breeches. You could feel Aemond intact a sharp breath, feel him flinch at the unexpected. One hand gripped his chest while the other explored beneath his waistline. You enjoyed what you found, feeling him harden against your palm quicker with every stroke. He drifted back into your embrace, his head lulling back and a deep rumble in his chest as he moaned.

His hand came up his chest, covering yours. Aemond chuckled, looked over his shoulder at you. "Turn around, and I'll help you out of that dress."

Biting your lip, reluctant to remove your hands from him, you nodded. You both turned, and your heart leapt when you felt him slip a hand on your hip and bring you back into his. The erection you stirred in him pressed up against your hind, taunting you with your own actions. With a kiss to your neck, his fingers quickly begin to undo the laces.

“I’ve waited for this day, for so long.” His fingers moved down lower and lower, until he could grab the ends and open them wide, running his hands down the thin shift underneath. It sent a thrill of anticipation. “So many times I thought to fly to Dragonstone and claim you. I was reminded every time of who and what lay in wait for me, of complications and keeping the peace.”

He took a deep steady breath in, letting it out through his lips. “Now, your mine.” Aemond directed you to face him as the gown dropped to the floor. He said again, a manic gleam in his eye, a deep rumble in his voice that you could feel shaking in your chest, “You’re all mine.” 

He devoured you. Pressed you up against his body, caged you in his embrace as his kiss demanded more and more. When your hands touched him to stabilize yourself, you melted in his arms, moaning at the slip of his tongue along yours.

All thought had left you, your nails running across his back, painting thin pink lines. You heard the table and chairs give a clatter as he backed into them. Breaking you only for a beat, and he dropped low enough to wrap his arms around your waist. With a quick stride he picked you up just enough to drop you onto the mattress, quickly covering your body with his, your mouth with his. Not for a single breath did he care to stop.  

Eagerly, you worked the shift up your body, the heat between you too much to bear with layers and the silk of his skin on yours was divine. It came off with ease, him nestled between your legs, your chest pressed to his, his peaked and hard length running along your core. Aemond ran his hands all over you, your sensitive skin aware of every little brush and grip, every roll of his hips between your thighs. You shared a sigh as he lowered himself enough to kiss the valley of your beasts.

Aemond reached down between you. He gave his trousers a tug until they came loose, but he only lowered himself further, kissing down each and every inch of your body. Each touch of his lips more damp and savoring than the last. Until you were squirming under him, his lips teasing the excitable area just under your waistline.

“You would not believe the things I have watched on the Street of Silk, that I’ve saved for you.” Aemond moved lower, an instinct to cover the area coming to you as your knees quivered in shock. You felt him nuzzle between your wet and open hem. A hot slick swipe made you jolt from the abrupt pleasure. “I wanted to be good for you. You’ll have to tell me how I do.”

Another lick came, making you flush as you realized what he was setting out to do. You gasped at the waves of delight that each stroke of his tongue sent through you. Sapping every breath, making you struggle just trying to stay still, your legs trembling as they came up to frame his head. 

“Oh- Aemond-” Another sharp gasp overtook you, throwing your head back as he feverishly buried himself, working his tongue faster right at the very point of your high reaching ecstasy. The notion of keeping quiet was gone from you, cries slipping from your lips with ease. Your hands came down, one digging nails into your thigh, the other covering his hand. Lovingly, he moved his fingers to hold you back. 

You glanced down, his expression pained as he ate you up. His trousers were down to his ankles as he stroked himself, his cock straining with arousal despite only having half his attention.

The sight set you up right at the very edge. Your eyes rolled back, body wound up, desperate to release. You couldn’t stop yourself from thrusting your hips on his tongue, Aemond letting you ride him until your cries became quick and fever pitch. He grabbed your hips with both hands, pinning you down as he sealed his lips and sucked hard. You could almost fight him off it was so much. Your heels digging into the mattress as you shook all over, your hands on his to hang on as your head lifted into the seven heavens. 

So quickly it became too much, pleading for him to stop, your lips were tingling and too numb to speak clearly. “Wai- Aemond- is too much it-”

He let up with a moan. Your name slipped from his lips, slurred as if drunk though he hadn’t drank a drop at the feast. Aemond placed soaking wet kisses on your thigh, trembling as he lifted himself up to his knees, his hand still pawing at his cock. 

His other came to your jaw, making you look at him. What he saw gave him great satisfaction, smiling wide at the blissed out expression you held, still struggling to catch your breath. “It was good then?”

You gave a feeble nod, eyes rolling back as your body was still high in ecstasy, “Yeah- yes, oh it was so good, Aemond.”

His pride turned apologetic, reaching down and opening up your puffed and awaiting lips. “I am already so close.” He bit his lip, toying along the seam with his fingertips. “If I am too quick, I will take you again in the morning. Until you tell me you are satisfied.”

Even if you were to fight him, there was no energy left in your muscles. As you felt his tip press, begin to stretch you out as it slipped in, the most you did was whimper and raise your hips, trying to alleviate the building pressure of his descent. Aemond would pull back when you squirmed too much, but only to push in further. His eye rolled to a close, his head lightly tipped back as his hips gently worked himself deeper and deeper. He was trembling with the restraint. 

When his hips were close enough, buried deep enough, you were able to reach him. When you touched his hip, he fell forward. Silver hair framing your vision, his mouth and chin glistening with your liquor, his gaze completely glazed over. You thought to remove his eyepatch, it must have been so uncomfortable for him all this time. But if he hadn’t removed it himself, and you didn’t want to sour his spell by acting unprompted.

You two stared into one another as he gently moved, pressing his hips. You could feel every little bit of him, no relief from the thought this was it. This was the deed done and could not be undone. You were fully married now. Fully one. Whatever was to come, you’d have to face together.  

You gripped onto Aemond as he brought himself closer to you. He kept his pace slow, letting you adjust while he peppered light kisses on your lips and cheek. Your hands roamed the expanse of his back and shoulders, feeling his strength as he restrained it. The movement of his thrusts began to bring more and more pleasure, hitting the very dam of your pleasure, bidding it to break and wash over you. You urged him, “Faster, Aemond. Give me more- it feels so good.”

You felt only the briefest moment of relax, a sigh of relief before he smacked his hips into you. Jolting you, a sharp cry caught in your throat before he did it again, picking up speed, bucking hard enough the curtains of the canopy bed began to shudder and wave. Aemond sat up, placing a hand on your chest, close to your neck, making you stay right there, in his grasp, in his sight.

Cries and whimpers filled the room, all emanating from you as he mercilessly claimed you. He was so beautiful. Mounting you, all that power in that warrior’s body of his shuddering through you. The utter concentrated focus and pleasure on his blushing face. He gripped your thighs to his sides, lifting you onto his lap just to get closer, as if being buried to the hilt wasn’t enough. Thrusting as deeply as he possibly could, making your back arch off the bed as your body glowed with the hot waves of pleasure. 

All you could do was hang onto him, ride it out as he rode you to his very limit. You could see Aemond trying to hold himself back, trying to edge himself to the very brink, for you. You reached out, running your hand down his glistening chest, “Aemond, give it to me. I want you, I want all of you!” You sighed as a thrill shuddered through him, looking at you as if pleading for you to stop talking. “Please, please I want it, I want you to fill me. Make me your wife. Like you promised.”

He’d been fairly quiet, more concentrate on his work, but at your plea a list of open mouthed cries spilled from him, gripping you tight as he bucked and quivered, warmth flooding you.

Gently, Aemond lowered himself on top of you, sighing with relief as his arms came up to your sides, holding you, kissing your shoulder while he caught his breath.

You two stayed there a moment, letting the ecstasy linger and warm your bodies. Aemond pulled back enough to look into your face, giving you one last long damp kiss before rolling off you, a hand still on your stomach, lightly brushing the soft skin. Moving lower, kneading above your mound. “I hope my seed takes tonight. No one will deny our union when they see how you’ve taken me.”

You chuckled, the sound lightly crackling, sleep finally and quickly taking you. “My family is going to murder you.”

The bed gave a shift around, and a caressing touch fell on your cheek, one you keened into. “They can try. But you’re mine. There isn’t anything they can do to change that now.”

You only gave a hum, rolling over to face him and feeling your mind leave you as he pulled the blankets up. Aemond moved closer to you, resting his arm on your waist. Watching over you as you slept.

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I hope you enjoyed the read!

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[teaveetamer]

Considering Bernedetta is still up there while Alcryst isn't the top 5 of Engage characters but Diamant is, you can infer Bernie fans and Alcryst fans aren't merging. Ironically Leo and Takumi being in the top 20 could mean you're correct and fans of Takumi and Leo intersect with Alcryst thus he's not getting as many votes because Leo and Takumi are getting them. Look as a Fates fan I really don't get the Bernie love because Fates is a bunch of anime tropes but she's fine just rubs me the wrong way, but she has a hardcore base I suppose

Leo and Takumi have always maintained a top 20 position/top 5-10ish Fates characters so I can't say conclusively if there's any sort of real vote siphon going on. If anything, Alcryst is probably siphoning their votes because people probably figure he has the best shot to win this year.

Also keep in mind, the top 5 is not divided by gender. There are three women taking up three of the spots (Ivy, Yunaka, and F!Alear) so for all we know Alcryst could be the #3 Engage male character behind M!Alear and Diamant. The top five rankings are neat but I wouldn't take them too seriously.

But yeah I'll be completely honest: everyone who was predicting Alcryst would siphon votes from Bernie clearly do not understand the demographics of FEH/the primary target demographic of Bernadetta. And I don't mean this to be demeaning, but Bernie-as-a-character is written in a way that indulges in a fantasy primarily held by straight men. She's the "broken girl who only trusts you and needs you to protect her". That's why her Byleth supports go all in on "omg I'm usually such a mess but I feel safe with basically zero effort around you professor because you're special!" Alcryst, I would guess, was not written with that demographic in mind. He definitely has his appeals to his specific demographics, but I highly doubt there's a lot of overlap between who he was designed to appeal to and who Bernie was designed to appeal to.

Even if they were a 1:1 comparison just with the gender flipped, that doesn't mean they're going to appeal to the same people. The way they're perceived is going to be affected by their genders. For example, a lot of straight men probably find Alcryst whiny or feel like he needs to "man up". If we went back in time about 10-15 years I'm sure they'd even have some choice slurs for gay men to call him. That's no doubt because in our society we view men who are shy, overly apologetic, jumpy, lacking confidence or self-esteem, etc. as weak and shameful. Whereas with women, lacking confidence and self-esteem is not only expected but often desirable. So you can wind up with two characters who are exactly the same but one will be perceived differently based on gender norms and socialization.

Something similar happened with Corrin back in the day. While both Corrins got flack, M!Corrin, particularly M!Corrin in Conquest, got hit particularly hard with criticism complaining about how he was whiny, he was weak, he was stupid, he was overdramatic, etc. while F!Corrin (who Conquest was likely natively written around) slid under the radar more.

Honestly you could do a whole essay on Conquest v. Birthright, the way they were written/localized with a particular Corrin in mind, and what that says about how society treats gender (particularly how F!BR!Corrin doesn't get shit for taking on more """masc""" traits of being headstrong and violent, but M!CQ!Corrin gets shit for taking on the more """femme""" traits of CQ, such as making an "emotional" decision to side with Nohr, being all about pacifism and cooperation, and openly expressing strong emotions of sadness and regret). But idk if I wanna be the one to write it.

[merrysithmas]

If Anakin actually embraced his demigod-ness what would he actually do? Like if he’s not doing Jedi stuff or something similar is he just chilling on some Force God planet until something requires his intervention? 

LOL hmmm... eat space grapes off the vine? swim shirtless through the pools of time? practice his Form V as a constellation in the sky?? cause blackouts with his rage? storms with his sadness? drought with his despair? sunshine with his wonder? run his fingers through the ebony hair of the fates, picking out the strands of his loved one's lives and uncoiling them just to gaze...

but honestly! If we go by The Mortis arc in TCW, The Father firsts tests Anakin to see if he is truly the Chosen One. He forces Anakin into a situation where his children, The Daughter and Son (who represent the Light and Dark), threaten the lives of Obiwan and Ahsoka. The two people most important to him (and another tick against the idea that Anakin & Padme had 100% genuine selfless love for each other).

The Father threatens Anakin with the death of either Ahsoka or Obiwan, and asks him to choose which Child's rage he will control- the Dark or Light.

Anakin, unwilling to choose between the two he loves most, LITERALLY moves the stars and heavens above him, shifting the sky from night to day and back again and pulls on his divine power to subdue both the Light and Dark, freeing both Obi and Ahsoka. It is my favorite scene in all of Star Wars.

After witnessing this, the Father is convinced of Anakin's birthright. He begs Anakin to take his place on Mortis... saying that he is growing too old and weary to watch over and control his children anymore, and that they will be thrown out of balance without his guidance.

It is much like the scene in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade when Indiana is met by the ancient knight in the sacred temple who offers him his sword, utterly grateful to be relieved of duty... seeing this new Knight appear to take up his place as guard of all that is good and just.

That is what Anakin's job is.

To enact his balance of will on the Force-plane, not the mortal plane where mortals are unfit for it - where they can die and suffer the wrath of the gods in immediate and horrifying ways.

Anakin, who is adamant the Chosen One is a myth (out of self protection), tells The Father he cannot abandon his friends and must leave Mortis. This action is very much akin to Luke's when he leaves Dagobah to save Leia and Han and Yoda warns him not to go. Anakin is terrified to leave the mortal realm, unwilling to take on the responsibility, and deeply attached to humanity. He loves them.

The Father warns Anakin that should he leave Mortis he will forever regret it for the remainder of his days.

This can also be seen as a vague allusion to the chaos that turns out to be Luke and Leia, and the ultimate hardships of their lives. Perhaps had Anakin taken up The Father on his offer, and had been able to wrangle the The Daughter and Son into submission and balance, acting as a sentry who understood both the Forces of Dark & Light and the mortals of the Galaxy, then Anakin's own son and daughter (who share his blood and thus his immortal inheritence) would have happier, easier lives and even joined him on Mortis.

In truth, I think Anakin would be miserable and lonely on the plane of the Force Gods. Just as he is miserable and lonely on the mortal plane.

The Force did torture and torment him as a creation. He can be neither happy or totally content in either place. His human heart longs for his mortal friends, and his god soul longs for higher purpose.

His truly is a tragic existence until he dies - where he can be in the afterlife, the magical Force Netherworld, with Obiwan. And we find out in TRoS Luke and Leia also become Force ghosts- and I like to believe Ahsoka, too, so all his children can be with him.

Which is to Anakin, finally the best of his both worlds.

But fr I picture Obiwan and Anakin in the force going on epic supernatural Quests and mulling over the fate of mortals with Anakin trolling people with visions and horrors to "test" their resolve and their preparation for their dark sides - taking on the role of the Ghost of Christmas Future but with far more trolling and he's like laughing to Obi-wan when he materializes home, Obi you should've seen his face when I showed up as his dead girlfriend...! or causing visions which swallow rotten people into the ground like the pits of Sith hells, causing them to wake in abject terror with an unseeable Anakin grinning over their beds wearing Force Sunglasses 😎

Ultimately, I think Anakin, as the Chosen One & master of the Dark Side in life, would take on the afterlife role of caring after and protecting those who are very strong in the light - he'd have a genuine affection for them and consider it his celestial duty to prepare them to face their Dark Sides in order to confront their balance, inner selves, and their capacity for destructive power. He'd want to protect them. That would be his primary patronage although he'd go about it in amusing and sometimes rather grim ways. He'd be very compassionate but brutal about it - a reflection of the extremes of his life, which is the source of his great wisdom.

As for Obi-wan I picture him tending a very cosmic garden planting strife for some, watering some happiness to bloom for others, watching well-deserved wishes take fruition as beautiful blossoming berries after many years of waiting for other certain souls... I picture him keeping a very endless, very eternal library with boundless tomes. Sitting in the sunlight, making careful notes in the margins of people's lives... little reminders or helpful suggestions, that turn up on the mortal plane as nagging feelings or sudden inspiration.

But ultimately they are in the Force having fun together and taking on missions in the Netherworld as they discover, even further, the unknowable reaches of the incredible Force.

[theseeingsage]

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ pisces season *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

gemini virgo sagittarius pisces • s m r v

ﾟ✧ allowing a situation to appear different than it really is. or someone could be deceiving you.

ﾟ✧ sudden forward movement & progression. you are overcoming & victory is yours. marriage & children???

ﾟ✧ someone wanting to offer something to someone. $$$, commitment, permanent stability.

ﾟ✧ again, being offered something. a new beginning that requires you to leave behind all that you know.

ﾟ✧ reflecting on the past. cleaning up the mess you made & finally moving forward towards harmony.

ﾟ✧ temptation is here. beware of addictions & obsession. don’t only focus on this thing or person.

ﾟ✧ focusing on things that are quite literally none of your business. this may lead to financial loss.

ﾟ✧ someone rolling the dice & taking a chance in love. there is a strategic leap of faith coming.

ﾟ✧ someone’s getting engaged or simply receiving a love offer. this is a wish come true.

ﾟ✧ someone dealing with some regret about a mistake that was made. someone owes someone an apology.

ﾟ✧ realizing that someone is a shady snake. someone fell for temptation & deception from an enemy.

ﾟ✧ the attraction in this connection is magnetic & alluring. there’s an irresistible, lustful energy here.

ﾟ✧ someone’s dealing with some unfinished business. things are not over yet the baggage must be let go.

ﾟ✧ there’s a fated connection coming in or someone is realizing this is meant to be. destiny is on your side.

ﾟ✧ it is time to share your gift with the world. the spotlight is on you ! are you ready to shine???

ﾟ✧ a sacred marriage first begins within. as you love on you more, you strengthen the bond with them.

ﾟ✧ balance is being restored or there is a need for balance. light & dark. good & bad. each is beneficial.

ﾟ✧ you will be meeting or connecting more with your soul family. the bonds we create are just as important as the ones we are born into.

ﾟ✧ there is always enough. you are realizing that you are never lacking & abundance is your birthright.

ﾟ✧ a beautiful change is occurring. you are coming out of a period of transition & emerging renewed.

ﾟ✧ joy is crowning you. there is nothing that can take this away from you. bask in the wonders of life.

please only take what resonates & leave the rest for someone else. if you’d like further insight on these messages, book a session today ♡︎ https://theseeingsage.as.me/

[self-loving-vampire]

tried to search for one of your posts to no avail. it lists rpgs you're significantly interested in or have played, with varying exclamation marks, under Keep reading. could you send the link to it if you can find it?

Unfortunately it would be pretty difficult to find for me as well but given that it's likely out of date I will take this opportunity to try making a new one (hopefully won't forget anything either). Thank you for this!

This time rather than symbols I will just list them all under more specific categories. Some of these are likely to change over time as I play more of the games (I have not finished all of them).

The list below also excludes browser games and MMORPGs. It's also likely to be incomplete.

RPGs that I have not played but am interested in and wish to at try at least for an hour or two

Oubliette.

Futurewar.

Avatar.

Beneath Apple Manor.

Dunjeonquest.

The Return of Heracles.

Phantasie.

Deathlord.

The Bard's Tale.

Starflight.

Alter Ego.

Wizardry IV.

Wizardry V.

Wizardry VI.

The Magic Candle.

Knights of Legend.

Dragon Wars.

The Dark Heart of Uurkrul.

Champions of Krynn.

Worlds of Ultima: The Savage Empire.

Fate: Gates of Dawn.

Disciples of Steel.

Gateway to the Savage Frontier.

Star Control 2.

Dark Sun: Shattered Lands.

Forgotten Realms: Unlimited Adventures.

Pool of Radiance.

Realmz.

Ravenloft: Stone Prophet.

Little Witch Nobeta.

Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic II: The Sith Lords.

Diablo.

Diablo 2.

Birthright: The Gorgon's Alliance.

Albion.

The Witcher 3.

Baldur's Gate 2.

Baldur's Gate 3.

Ogre Battle: The March of the Black Queen.

RPGs I have played just a little bit of, not enough for a full assessment

Ultima VI.

Ultima Underworld.

Worlds of Ultima: Martian Dreams.

Darklands.

Betrayal at Krondor.

Balrum.

NetHack.

Dungeon Master.

Dark Souls 3.

Bloodborne.

Fear & Hunger.

Library of Ruina.

Valkyria Chronicles.

Dragon's Dogma: Dark Arisen.

Arx Fatalis.

Dungeons of Dredmor.

Final Fantasy 7.

Jagged Alliance 2.

The Witcher 2.

Darkest Dungeon.

Wizards & Warriors.

Chinese Paladin.

Shadowrun Returns.

The Vale: Shadow of the Crown.

NieR: Automata.

Eschalon: Book 1.

Labyrinth of Touhou 2.

Luminous Arc.

Medabots - Metabee Version.

Wasteland.

Mass Effect 1.

RPGs I didn't enjoy that much (your opinion may be different though, and even I don't think all of these are entirely bad)

Ultima VIII.

Ultima IX.

Baldur's Gate 1.

Gothic 3.

Fallout 3.

Fallout 76.

Final Fantasy Tactics Advance.

Final Fantasy XIII.

Fallout 4.

RPGs I have played that were fine on the net (maybe even enjoyable) but which did not cause truly strong feelings

Path of Achra.

Legends of Amberland.

Queen's Wish: The Conqueror.

Avernum: Escape from the Pit.

Din's Curse.

The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim (without mods).

UnReal World.

Final Fantasy 6.

Silent Storm.

The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion.

Deus Ex: Human Revolution.

System Shock 2.

Arcanum: Of Steamworks & Magick Obscura.

Might & Magic 6-8 (all played together on the 8th game's engine through a mod).

Caves of Lore.

Ultima ADOM: Caverns of Chaos.

Dark Messiah of Might & Magic.

Monster Hunter Tri.

Elminage Gothic.

Class of Heroes.

MegaMan Battle Network.

Legend of Grimrock.

Legend of Grimrock 2.

Tainted Grail.

Torchlight 2.

Wizardry I-II-III: Legacy of Llylgamyn.

Wasteland 2.

Sacred.

Warhammer 40k: Mechanicus.

Terraria.

Dragon Marked for Death.

Bravely Default.

Pokemon games in general (I actually prefer Touhoumon personally).

Evenicle.

Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon: Another Story.

Bloodstained: Ritual of the Night.

Castlevania: Order of Ecclesia.

Castlevania: Portrait of Ruin.

Dragon Age: Origins.

Mass Effect 2.

RPGs that would be so good if not for a couple of things (still usually worth it!)

Ultima IV.

Ultima V.

Ancient Domains of Mystery.

The Elder Scrolls II: Daggerfall.

Pathfinder: Kingmaker.

Erannorth Chronicles.

Kenshi.

Geneforge: Mutagen.

Caves of Qud.

Din's Legacy.

The Legend of Heroes: Trails of Cold Steel.

Loop Hero.

S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: Shadow of Chernobyl.

Wizardry VII.

The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim (with mods).

Labyrinth of Refrain: Coven of Dusk.

Cataclysm: Dark Days Ahead.

Pillars of Eternity.

Deus Ex.

Disgaea DS.

Disgaea 2.

Disgaea 4.

La Pucelle: Tactics.

Soul Nomad & the World Eaters.

Fire Emblem: The Sacred Stones.

Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance.

Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn.

Fire Emblem: Awakening.

Risen.

ELEX.

E.Y.E: Divine Cybermancy.

Mount & Blade: Warband.

Path of Exile.

Tyranny.

Temple of Elemental Evil.

Ashes 2063.

Wartales.

Demon's Souls.

Vampire: The Masquerade - Bloodlines.

Darkwood.

Odin Sphere.

RPGs that I strongly recommend, although they may still be VERY flawed, remember to look into them or ask further questions to see if they're for you

Tales of Maj'Eyal.

Ultima VII: The Black Gate.

Ultima VII: Serpent Isle.

Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous.

Dark Souls.

Elden Ring.

Code Vein.

Disco Elysium.

Divinity: Original Sin 2.

UnderRail.

Mary Skelter 2 + Remake.

Gothic.

Gothic 2.

Wizardry 8.

Princess Maker 2.

Fallout.

Fallout 2.

Fallout: New Vegas.

Chrono Trigger.

The Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind.

Planescape: Torment.

Tales of Berseria.

Etrian Odyssey IV.

Elona.

The Chronicles of Myrtana: Archolos.

Mount & Blade II: Bannerlord.

Pathologic 2.

Ar Tonelico: Melody of Elemia.

Slay the Spire.

[elegyofthemoon]

MORE GUSH PASS FOR YOU BC YOU'VE BEEN ENJOYING THEM SO MUCH AND I'VE BEEN ENJOYING READING THEM!!! 🎟️🎟️🎟️

also thank u for ur tags on the kylilah wedding fic i'm ;A; waAaAaAAAA meliora crying.png ilysm

TY I LOVE YOU and i love abusing these gush passes so much when i'm like "i need to write a whole essay right now to express my feelings or i will set myself on fire" so guess what you're about to get.

But anyhows~ of course!! ^7^ kylilah wedding fic was just so cute how could I resist reading all of it and commenting? the writing was just so beautiful and so perfect ;; v;;

I accidentally went off to Sophia about Birthright!Leo specifically and yes, sure, I haven't touched Fates in a while (last time I did I'm pretty sure it was for. March? OR FOR LEO'S BIRTHDAY ACTUALLY.), and I genuinely thought I forgot everything tbh because of fixation on coughs Other Matters coughs but talking to Sophia and watching myself slip a bunch of thoughts made me go "ohhhh oh no you're still insane about Fates and Leo specifically... cool cool cool cool-"

Something that'll always come to mind when it comes to Leo is just how much internal conflict the guy must have with feeling like he has to Fit A Specific Function to matter to anyone but also wanting to have someone to talk to - someone who wouldn't put him down for being "weak." And when the "fitting a specific function" is the "reliable one" or the "strong one", then it becomes hard to really allow himself a chance to really allow himself to be vulnerable. He basically creates his own issues this way and it sucks more because I feel like this only gets worse for Birthright!Leo who later becomes king and now the whole country's relying on him. Like how does that play out for a guy with his whole complex exactly?

There was a "work in progress" fic that I had wanted to write that basically was supposed to be a snapshot of his life growing up, following after him and this Need to be Needed, coming from his time with his mom and the way I thought about how she must have raised him and how that plays into who he is today, but I think that fic got shot up in flames due to New Knowledge Acquired That Made Me Want To Stab the Fic With a Knife. normal. real normal snow. Which I will not get into because I actually didn't finish the whole context because I was just eheh~ a littleeee~ mad but that's fine lmao we're fine lolololol we're totally cool 👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼(sobbing on the floor)

He's very fun to write for this reason though. Finding ways to balance out between this internal struggle at a given situation makes him very very attractive to write lol At least I try my best to do so anyhow haha I don't necessarily feel that my writing does him a disservice, but I do feel like it borders between weighing in too much into certain aspects of his character instead of holding the true weight he has, but that's a conflict I'm willing to put up with if it means getting to explore his character a little more in my head lmao

And sorry to track back, but I also think a lot about like. the affection with his family. I think a lot about how in his support with Corrin and Camilla, he expresses how much he wished to have the same attention that Corrin does; he just isn't sure how to do it unless the emotions were bubbling from his mouth and he speaks at a breaking point, to which he'll try to mend it with a "Apologies. That was unlike me. Anyways-" and tries to move onto something else LITERALLY JUST TALK DUDE!!!!!! COMMUNICATE WHAT YOU NEED!!!!!!!!!!

But he doesn't. He doesn't because time's told him that if he voices his own weakness he will get punished for it. It's something that I had contemplated specifically about how he was raised by his mom, and only to find out that that is also something he was raised to believe within the royal family (via the voice drama that I had to actually stop watching because I was just sad). He can't allow himself to be weak because he is always expected to be strong.

And for that reason, the name "Leo" is very fitting for him, I think. There's a really really good fanartist's comic on his name and it definitely contributed to the way I appreciate his naming and temporarily served as inspiration for the way I was going to take the fic, but you know. Didn't go anywhere.

I also just wish he knew he was loved. It's very clear his family loves him, but the way he was raised misconstrues this "love" for "shame". Yes we all tease Leo because he's so strict on himself and it's nice to see him have little flaws here and there. We poke fun at it and all, but how does that feel for Leo who's probably had his flaws shamed most if not all his life? It's the reason why he's so strict on himself after all, and they wonder why it is he's so strict on himself.

Anyways. Long story short, and quite the winding road, I love Leo's character a lot. I kinda forgot how much I did until Sophia and my conversation kinda wandered over to Fates talk and then Leo and I had to sit down and cry for like. Several paragraphs apparently about it

And the thing is, I'm not exactly sure if this is all intentional writing or if I just fixated so hard and made stuff up that this is the version that makes the most sense to me for his character. At the very least, all of this serves as the backbone to the way I write him. And as I said: it's very fun :)

But anyways, TY for the ask

[daughter-of-inklings]

WIP Intro : The Lost Princess of Yggdrasil ☆.｡.:*

♥ genre: fantasy, adventure

♥  tropes:

chosen one, reluctant hero, lost princess, found family, reincarnation, child soldier, childhood friends to lovers, morally grey antagonist, dragons (!!!)

♥ status: heavy revising and re-writing!

♥ type: book 1 of a trilogy

♥ themes:

the weight & consequences of choice, religious undertones exploring duty v. free-will, healing and growing from trauma, chosen family is as important as blood family, the gods are flawed and human at their core,

♥ can be read : here !

♥ synopsis:

Nobody knows with certainty what happened on the dawn of the princess's sixth birthday. One moment the peace bustled with excitement for the day's festivities, the other saw the kingdom devoured by azure flames. Some say it'd been a long time coming for the winged elves' vanity in trying to protect the gods from the spite of their creations, others blamed the young princess as a curse set loose upon a world that turned their backs on the divine. The flames died with a passing rain, and with it the gods' chosen people.

A decade in passing, the wounds left by the flames scarred and tragedy turned to song. Whispers of war plague the fragile peace at the eve of the Lunnaelian Empress's daughter's birthday, a figure of eyes ringed with silver at their center. The daughter of a king since forgotten returns to unite the remnants of the feathered children and claim that which is owed her by birthright. The fates of the self proclaimed empress and the mysterious princess, bound by blood, lay waiting in the forest dark and deep with its promises of an eternal sleep.

♥ associated tag on this blog : #uvodell the lost princess , #uvodell

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

the worst part about the fates story is how v*lla is incorporated in the routes outside of rev.

like in birthright, after the boat map, Sakura, Takumi, Corrin, Azura and Reina (plus kaze, rinkah and ryoma bc of chapter 5) are aware of the existence of "spirits". Azura could have literally told them that she knows the source of the "spirits" and theorises that they are influencing how the war and politics of the continent is shaping up. no need to say the name or anything.

She's trusted enough by them she can just request lead a small force (Azura + Corrin + like 2 or 3 more units) to the bottomless canyon to investigate, fall in, have a valla map, get back out and report their findings to the rest of Hoshido. This will lead to half of Hoshido working on dealing with v*lla and deal with getting rid of Anankos' influence on the continent while the other half deals with liberating the other smaller countries from Nohr.

This might even save Elise and Xander because anankos might summon garon, leading to xander taking the throne, pausing the war and creating peace treaties.

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[diaryofabeautyfiend]

Freedom Is A Kiss

Dean Winchester x ofc

Read with caution ⛔️ dub con with a demon/p in v/angst/supernatural typical violence/drinking/soulmates

It is said that you don’t have just one soul mate but a soul family. There are souls with whom you’ve traveled through space and time for millennia. You may all change roles and dynamics but, at the core, your souls have always been a unit. Sometimes though, there is one soul that your soul is drawn to. One soul that matches yours so perfectly and so completely that you might consider them your most perfect mate. But, since this is real life and not some fairy porn romance, not everyone finds their mate. Hell most people don’t even believe in that sort of thing. But it's as real as any of the horrible things we hunt. And, damn me to hell, Dean Winchester is mine. 

Most people aren’t even aware there is such a thing as a soul bond. But I can see the energy of the bond between people. The bond between lovers is the strongest connection there is. And, the only way to lock it into place is if both lovers acknowledge and accept it. If it’s ever broken, the pair rarely survive. 

How do I know all of these things? Well I come from a long line of psychics. My mother Pamela had the unfortunate experience of doing business with the Winchesters. Didn’t end well for her. She’s fine now. We chat. In fact, she’s the one who led me to these boys. Not without many words of caution.  But, they always seem to be in a bind so here I am. And I’ve been here for five years since I’ve graduated.

I was supposed to be a lawyer. I went to law school. Passed the bar. Had an offer at a big firm in New York too. But, duty called or some shit like that. My mom talks to me usually in my dreams. We mostly catch up just like any mom and kid would if they lived far away from one another. One night she came to me so vividly that I swear she was corporeal. “Baby girl, you have to get to South Dakota. Find Bob Singer. He needs you to help him find his boys.” She practically screamed at me. I left two hours later. Never went back. 

I hadn’t seen Bobby Singer since I was a kid. After Mom left to chase greener pastures, I stayed behind with my dad. For my safety she never told anyone about me. Bobby was the only hunter who knew. 

As soon as he saw me that fateful morning, I watched the relief wash over his face. “‘Mom sent me.” I said as I shouldered past him. 

“Damn glad to see you, kid.” I helped him find Sam and Dean. Helped him fight a jinn. That was the first time I ever stabbed something. I wish I could say it was my last. When we freed the boys and got them back on their feet, Dean stared into my eyes and with actual gratitude and something like recognition in his eyes and said, “Thank you for your help…..I’m sorry” he laughed softly, “I don’t even know your name.” 

“Jessamine. Like the flower. But everyone calls me Jesse. You knew my mother. Pamela.” He laughed and then smiled at me in a way that stopped my heart. That’s when I knew. I knew that he was my soulmate because I recognized him too. In every conceivable way he was mine and I was his. Too bad Dean Winchester doesn’t believe in soulmates. 

So, for the last five years, I’ve been following behind him and Sam saving people and hunting things like it was also my birthright. I rode couches and slept in seedy motels until they found the bunker. Now I stay here to “do research”. Sometimes I babysit the angel who blinded my mother and Lucifer’s kid. Fun times. The boys never let me hunt with them anymore. I got kidnapped by the king of hell one time and they never let me out with them again. 

It’s just as well. The longer I ignore my bond with Dean the more it tears me apart. I can see it eating at him too. He looks at me differently now. Less like a sister and more like someone he would actually want to fuck. One night we even got drunk enough that we almost tumbled into bed together. Almost. I’ve never seen him sober up that fast. His rejection sent me spiraling into a depression that I couldn’t shake. It doesn’t make it any better that Cas and Jack can see my bond with Dean clear as crystal. I forbid them from telling him. It would only complicate things. Dean doesn’t think he deserves happiness. He’s said as much more times than I care to count. So I just sit back and let our bond slowly eat away at both of us. 

In any case the boys were on their way back from taking down a vamp nest. Nothing major. Just another day at the office. Jack and I finished cataloging a few things Rowena left behind and I’m headed to bed when I hear the familiar clang of the door. Instead of going out to greet them I scurried off to bed. Dean's scent after a hunt is too much for me to handle. I have to control myself but it’s getting too difficult. Best if I just keep to myself. 

While I brush my teeth I could hear Dean’s gruff voice and the sound of bottle caps hitting the glass table. Doesn’t sound like things went well. I hesitated but turned down the corridor to my room when I ran smack into Cas. He stared down at me with a grave expression. “Save it, Cas. I’m a big girl. I can handle myself.” 

“How can you take this? I’ve seen true soulmates turn themselves inside out for each other. How can you just let it fester? It will never go away, Jesse.”

I had to. These boys were my family and I loved them, something fierce but nothing good comes from being in love. Not in this world. It’ll end bloody. “Just drop it.” I said quietly, not noticing him looking over my shoulder. 

“Drop what?” My spine stiffened. My eyes plead with Castiel to steady his face. He was such a shitty liar. Before he could open his mouth I turned to Dean yawning. 

“Nothing. I’m going to bed. Glad you both came home in one piece.” I tried to walk away but Dean was in the mood to fight. That’s how he dealt with stuff sometimes. I noticed Sam had already retreated to his corner with Eileen. He probably got the brunt of it on the way back. 

“Out with it, J. If you have something to say, say it.” His eyes were hardened glass clear and laser focused on mine. These are the times when my knees are weak and I can’t muster up my quick wit. Every instinct in my body was urging me to touch him, feel his warmth, soothe him. 

“I have nothing to say. You know I get antsy when you two are gone for too long. And save the speech about this being the lifestyle. I know it is. Is it a crime to give a crap about you?” He softened a little, letting his face relax. 

“No. It’s not. Come on. Have a beer with me. I feel like less of an alcoholic when you drink with me.” A smile tugged at his lips not quite reaching his eyes. I fought the bond hard and won this time thank goodness.  

“You don’t need me. Not when Casa Erotica 27 dropped this morning” I sang.  The dopey grin on his face told me I was in the clear. 

“I love how you know me so well.” He kissed the top of my head and practically skipped to his room. I let out a sigh and went to my room still aching for him. Sleep wouldn’t come easy for me tonight. It rarely did. 

The next morning I went to the kitchen to make some coffee and Sam was already awake. Eileen must have already left. She preferred to keep her place in Lebanon, KS to escape the constant talk of hunting though her upbringing was just as bad as Sam and Dean. I couldn’t blame her for wanting a place to retreat to when things were quiet. 

Sam was already at work looking for the next job. The two of us have developed a routine in the morning that consisted mostly of grunts and raised eyebrows to communicate. I knew how he took his coffee and eggs. He always had the lemon water waiting for me at the table. Sam was easy to get along with and I appreciated his willingness to be quiet in the morning. 

He finally broke the silence as he cleared the breakfast dishes. “I think I found something in Lincoln. You up for a drive?” I was shocked but kept my cool. No way Dean was going to agree. 

“What are we looking at?” 

“A string of bizarre deaths all classified as ‘broken heart syndrome’. But get this, all of the victims are relatively young. Usually occurs in women. But every one of the victims are male and under 50.” 

He turned his laptop towards me so I could see the article in the local paper. “Weird. So what does this have to do with me?” 

“Their partners have all gone missing and were later found sucked dry.” He said warily. 

“Vamps?” I continued to read looking for answers. 

“I was thinking an Incubus. They don’t leave a lot of evidence behind other than the body of their victims. They rarely strike in the same place twice. There are ten victims…5 couples. I thought maybe if you were near the bodies, you could get an echo or something. Maybe sense what happened.” 

I was definitely up for a little adventure. “Yep. I can be ready in twenty.” Sam and I left the kitchen to get ready while Dean was still asleep. No sense in waking him. A few minutes later I heard the two of them arguing. 

“Absolutely not. Not after what happened last time.” Dean barked. 

“The Crowley situation has been dealt with. It’s ancient history. She’s ready to get back out there with us. And, frankly, we need her help.” Sam was always good at getting Dean to see reason. But, when it came to me, he rarely backed down. Cas said it was an instinct due to the soul bond. While that might have been part of it, I think he feels guilty for not being able to save me. 

“No. Find another way.” I stood in the doorway and cleared my throat to announce myself. 

“Don’t I get a say?” Dean rested a protective hand on my shoulder and bent to look me in the eyes. His hold was disarming. I could barely focus on what he was saying. 

“Look, Jesse, I trust you. You’re a damn good hunter. But I was out of my mind when we couldn’t find you last time and I promised I’d never let that happen again.” It was true. He slaughtered every demon who held me by himself. Damn near killed Crowley too. 

“I can take care of myself.” I said deadly calm. Our eyes were locked neither one of us wanting to back down. 

“Ok. Fine.” He scrubbed his hands over his face and turned to Sam. “You never leave her alone for a minute do you hear me? Get what you need and get back here.” Sam nodded and we both headed for the stairs. I looked back at him before closing the door. His brows were drawn and his breathing harsh. We didn’t speak a word to each other. Didn’t need to. He was terrified and he had no idea why. 

Baby roared to life and we pulled away music blaring. I caught Sam glancing at me every few miles out of the corner of my eye. “You ok?” he asked. 

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?” 

“I’ve never seen him so worried. Kind of feels like how much I worry when Eileen goes out by herself.” A knowing smile played on his lips. 

“Dean and I aren’t the same as you and Eileen. You’re in love with her. It’s different.” I shuffled through the cassette tapes until I found something loud enough to drown him out. I popped in Alice In Chains and turned it up. 

Sam shut off the radio completely leaving nothing but the rumble of the engine and road noise to fill the car. “I thought Jess was my soulmate until I met Eileen. It was like we recognized each other. Not that it surprised her.” he smiled to himself “Of course she knew all about actual bonded soul lore. The only person Dean ever went postal for was me. That is until Crowley’s flunkies caught you. I have never seen him like that.” For several minutes I didn’t respond. Just kept staring at the road flying beneath us. “But if you don’t want to talk about it…” he went for the volume knob when I spoke up. 

“I know he’s my soulmate. Cas and Jack can see the bond but I knew before Jack said anything. I can see it too. Smell him. Sense him when he’s miles away. I can sense his moods. Sometimes I think I can hear his thoughts. Probably can. You know what would happen if he acknowledged this thing even existed. I can’t take the rejection.” Sam didn’t respond. He knew exactly how Dean would take this information. He would push me away out of fear. Fear of the target that would inevitably be placed on my back. Fear that something would happen to me every time I left the bunker. But, more than anything, fear of the pain I’ll endure for simply loving him. Being in love with Dean Winchester was a full contact sport and no one made it out unscathed.  

We didn’t speak about it again. I knew I was placing an unnecessary burden on Sam. He didn’t meddle in my personal life. Never says a word when I try to sneak in in the wee hours after a hookup. He lets me live my life and that is why I feel terrible about him keeping this from his brother. But he knows it’s for the best. 

We made it to Lincoln in a little more than three hours having changed at a gas station just outside of town. He gave me my badge with an unremarkable name typed on the ID. Only Sam and I knew Agent Wilson was after Ann and Nancy Wilson from the band Heart.  

The medical examiner went through his preliminary autopsy with Sam while I examined the body on the slab. He was male, 25 and newly engaged to his high school sweetheart. His fiancé was found a dried out husk on the floor of their bedroom. He was five feet away, hand extended like he was reaching for her. His heart gave out less than ten minutes after her T.O.D. near as the ME could figure. I placed my hands on his temples and waited for the vision that would slam into me. I waited to feel his horror and pain but I didn’t feel any of that. I felt intense pleasure and like I was satiated. I wasn’t seeing through his eyes but the eyes of the killer. I watched the whole horrific scene play out and promptly vomited into a trash can. 

Sam and the doctor watched confused from the doorway. “First time seeing a dead body.” Sam explained as I grabbed napkins from above the sink. I tried to listen to their conversation but everything was muffled like I was under water. The two men finished their conversation and Sam lead me quickly back to the car. 

“What did you see?” He asked slowly as I regained my composure. I recounted the whole sordid tale not leaving out any details. 

“I get the feeling. I think I know where it’s going next or where it just was. I don’t know, Sam. I think I opened a link to it.” 

His brows knitted together with worry, “You could have inadvertently. Can you still feel it? Can it be closed? I mean, before the thing realizes.” 

I tried severing the link when I went hurling back into another vision. I could smell the victim's perfume. Heard her partner screaming.  She was warm beneath me. This wasn’t the past. This was happening in real time. I went back. Back as far as I could to see any details of their location. Anything that could pinpoint where they were. It would be too late. I saw an address on an envelope and snapped back to consciousness. “516 Meadowdale. Go!” 

By the time we got there, they were already dead. “Do not touch anything. I’m going to call this in anonymously and we’re getting the hell out of here.” Sam dialed 911 as we were speeding towards the freeway. 

I was utterly drained and couldn’t keep my eyes open. Every time I fell asleep I was seeing through the monster’s eyes. He was reliving his kills over the last few days. The psychopath was getting off on them. 

We made it back to the bunker by nightfall and I headed directly to my bed. Dean was waiting for us to get a full report but I couldn’t stand. “What happened?” He asked Sam. I kept walking. 

I didn’t even bother taking off my boots. Sleep came fast and I was deep in another vision when I jolted awake. Dean was sitting in a chair at the end of my bed watching me. “What time is it?” My voice sounded like it was dragged through gravel. 

“A little after 2am. Another nightmare?” He handed me a glass of water which I drained in two long gulps. 

“Yeah. I assume Sam told you everything?” He nodded, planting his feet firmly on the ground ready to scold me. 

“He did. We have to figure out how to get you unlinked from this thing. Sammy’s on the phone with Rowena now. If anything changes. If it becomes aware, you need to let us know.” He hesitated to touch me but he tentatively took my hand in his. “You scare the shit out of me sometimes, kid.” I wondered if he could sense me like I could sense him. If he even realized he could. He pressed his lips into a hard line and then pressed his mouth to the top of my head inhaling my scent as he did. 

“I scare myself sometimes too.” I said quietly. “What do we know about the demon?” All I wanted was to change the subject and get out of his hold. I didn’t want his sympathy or fear to overwhelm me. I could link with the demon and I could find out where it would strike next. I scooted to the edge of the bed and tied my hair back readying myself to head to the war room. 

“Whoa whoa slow down. Sam’s working on putting together the victim statements. We have time. Rest.” Dean grabbed for me but I was just out of his reach already making my way down the hall. “J, stop. We’ll handle this.” 

I was absolutely livid that he wouldn’t let me hunt this thing with them. I was our best shot at preventing anymore killings. “You sidelining me, Winchester?” 

“And what if I am, Barnes?” I kept walking and he stalked after me. “Do not walk away from me. You need to rest.”

“I can’t! Every time I close my eyes I’m letting my guard down. The deeper I go the more I can feel, see and hear. It’s only a matter of time before it catches on. You need me.” I left him brooding in the hall making my way to the rest of the boys. I pulled up a chair and grabbed a folder out of the pile in front of Sam. The newest victims' smiling faces stared up at me from a picture, frozen in a happier time. A small bag of personal effects was stapled to the front of the folder. No way I could touch it. I’d relive the whole thing. Sam and Cas stared at me waiting for me to say something. Anything. Dean walked past us into the kitchen grumbling under his breath. Fuck him. I let him throw his temper tantrum and gave Sam and Cas a look pinning them to their chairs. “What do we know?” I asked, keeping my eyes focused on the pages. 

“None of the couples have anything in common except they’re all from Lincoln. There has to be something connecting them. He’s not choosing them at random.” Sam scowled at the table. We’d keep looking. Until the wee hours if we had to. “Anyway. Rowena gave me a spell to cloak you from the demon. It’s simple and I have everything we need here.” 

“Let’s go.” I said dropping the folder. Cas and Jack would keep looking into the couples. We got a few family member interviews that the sheriffs office already conducted. Maybe that would shed some light. 

Sam gathered the spell ingredients while I cast a protective circle. It was a simple incantation and some muddled herbs nothing major or life altering. Sam recited the spell while I closed my eyes and opened the psychic link with the demon. 

meos, sed videam.  Odi odor, sed sensus.  cor pallii, sed benedictum Dominum sentio

Sam’s voice was distant, a mere breath on the wind as I went deeper. Everything was cloudy, almost veiled but I could see clearly. It was on the move. Through its eyes I could see the sign “Now entering Kansas: The Sunflower State.” He was headed south but I had no inkling on where he’d end up. I tried going through its memories to gather information. I went back to the date of the last murder and saw Sam and I running from the victims house. It knew who we were. I stayed in the trance much longer than I should have. The demon started to feel a pounding in its head. It wouldn’t be long before it realized why it was in pain. I pulled back quickly, my eyes flew open to see three horrified faces staring back at me and one pissed of Dean calling my name. “Call Eileen. Tell her to pack a bag. It’s headed south. It was still at the scene of the last murder. It knows us. Sam, no stops. Get her here fast.”

Sam nodded and left to call Eileen right away. Before I could head back to the war room Dean stopped me. “What the hell was that? Do you have a death wish?” 

“No. But if I’m the best way to find this thing why wouldn’t you use me?” He was unusually protective of me this time. Then again, I rarely fight this hard to hunt. “What is going on with you, man?” 

“Why are you pushing this so hard? It’s like the demon owes you money or something.” We sized each other up, both of us more than ready to fight. No way I’m backing down. He’s right though. I’m taking it personally. I felt…the demon felt like it was looking for something specific. Like the more love the victims felt for one another the more he enjoyed the game. Got off on it when they begged for their soulmate's life. Soulmates! It was then that I realized it was looking for bonded pairs. 

“All the victims were soulmates.” I said before I took off for their files. I held their personal effects in my hands and let the whole horrific scene play out like a crappy slasher flick. The guy fought like hell but the demon was stronger. It immobilized him and made him watch his wife get sucked dry. His eyes held hers the whole time pleading with it to take him instead. I couldn’t see the demon’s face but could see his body, it’s hair draping strategically over it’s features. When she drew her last breath, the guy wailed and thrashed trying to get out of the demon’s hold. The sick bastard just left them there. Vanished into thin air and left them there. It wasn’t long before everything went hazy. I dropped the bag and collapsed into a heap on the ground sobbing into my hands. I was right. I saw their bond bright as sunlight and then I saw it go dark. And now the thing was coming after Sam and I. It would take Eileen. No way I would let that happen. Later I’ll go somewhere quiet and open the link again. Maybe it got somewhere that I could recognize. 

Cas and Jack were at my side checking me for injuries. I didn’t realize it at first but blood was dripping from my nose. I batted them away. They had no reason to fuss. When I went to grab another folder Dean stopped me. His face was twisted in pain and his hands trembled. “No more. I can’t watch that again. I don’t care if you solve the whole damn case. This ends now.” His nostrils flared and his chest heaved. He was like a coiled spring waiting to tear apart whatever had me in its grasp. “You were screaming like it was happening to you, Jessamine.”

Jessamine. He only calls me that to tease me or when he’s beyond pissed. Last time he called me Jessamine was when I had a few too many and took Baby. She was fine. It was all “Jessamine Lorien Barnes, if you ever touch my baby again I will not hesitate.” 

I got to my feet looking towards the table for another folder. “It could go after Sam and Eileen!” I pushed past him to the table but he was quicker. 

“It could come after us!” The whole room went still as death. He knew we were bonded. Knew it and never had the balls to acknowledge it. The sting of rejection left an acrid feeling in my stomach. 

“You knew about us?” Tears stung my eyes but I willed them not to spill. 

“Of course I did. Why do you think Crowley took you instead of Sam? The damn thing is like a beacon for every creep we fight. And if we actually did solidify the bond it would be endgame for us. You would never be safe. This can’t happen. We will never happen. You know better than anyone how things end with me. Look at what happened to your mom.” He paced back and forth ranting but I couldn’t listen any longer. 

“I get it, Dean. I understand.” I was t minus seven seconds away from bawling like a schoolgirl. I had to get out of there. “I um…I’ll leave it alone.” The first tear spilled before I could look away from him. His guilt washed over me and made me feel ten times worse. I quickened my pace and slammed my door shut then I let it all out. He didn’t outright reject the bond but it felt like agony nonetheless. I knew they could hear me wailing. Knew Dean was hovering outside of my door. Mercifully enough they let me be. 

Once I collected myself and I could no longer sense Dean I slipped out of the bunker and drove up to a nearby diner. This was my go to place when I needed time to myself. The coffee was strong and the burgers were greasy. Perfect for wallowing in my self loathing. I pulled a book out of my bag and slid into a booth in the back where I wouldn’t be bothered. My favorite waitress was on tonight. She knew my order and asked me only pertinent questions. The thrum of the diner offered me peace and, before I knew it, I was adrift in my own consciousness. 

I drained three cups of too strong coffee and polished off half of my burger when I was jarred by a vision. Normally I had to touch something but this one felt different. It felt like it was sent to me. I saw through the demon’s eyes an address to a house where it watched from the bushes. It was showing me its next victim. It was daring me to find it. I had absolutely zero doubts that I was walking into a trap but I didn’t care. I had to end this. I lowered the veil so it knew I was watching. I could feel its amusement tickling up and down my spine. Once the vision ended, I paid my check, entered the address into my GPS and started driving. Everything in my gut told me to turn back or to at least call one of the boys for back up. My pride got the better of me and I drove on. 

I thought of my interaction with Dean during the entire drive. I knew he would react the way he did about being my soulmate and I still couldn’t handle it.  I had really never given much thought to being Dean’s person. Sure we were great friends but anything more had never crossed my mind. The longer I suppressed the bond, the harder it became for me to be around him. Like my baser instincts were taking over pushing me towards him. I suppose there are lots of ways to be family. They didn’t always have to be romantic. But, the more I thought about it I didn’t want to just be his close confidant. I wanted to be his. Wholelly, unequivocally his. Something deep within me told me that we were meant to be. Dean didn’t believe in “meant to be” or “happily ever after”. I hadn’t really either until now. I sure as hell don’t believe in happy endings. Hell, I suppose any hunter who ends up with another hunter is bound by shared trauma more than tender loving feelings. I understood his fear. Both he and Sam are constantly in the cross hairs of all manner of beings. Eileen was a strong hunter but Sam worried just as I’m sure she worries for Sam. But isn’t that what a relationship is? Your pain is their pain right? Dean seemed to shoulder the world’s pain. He couldn’t possibly find space within himself to shoulder mine too. Dean was also notoriously private about his feelings. If he thought for one second that I was possibly taking on anything he held, he would push me away even further. Hell, maybe he did know which is why he constantly kept me at arms length. There were times though that he couldn’t seem to leave me. Those were the nights we drank and laughed together. He said it was how he forgot all the crap in his brain and it was just better to do it with someone else. I think he can’t fathom doing it without his other half. I had to put these intrusive thoughts out of my head and get my game face on. There was no time for lamenting. 

I finally arrived at the address the demon showed me and the place appeared abandoned. It wasn’t lit up warm like the vision it sent. Now I know it was probably a memory and I was very much walking into a trap. It knew I was here so there was no turning back. I sent my location to Sam and held my breath as I walked up a long driveway to a sprawling broken mansion. “Hello?” I clicked on my flashlight and surveyed the place. The furniture was broken and dusty and covered in fallen faded police tape. The whole place smelled of decay. I could feel the demon’s presence as I got closer to the upperrooms of the house. “I know you’re here. May as well show yourself.” 

“If I told you where I was that would take all the romance out of it now wouldn’t it? Come find me, little mouse.” Its voice was low and enticing. I kept searching rooms until I got to what I assume was the primary bedroom of the house. The demon sat in a chair next to a ruined bed illuminated by dozens of candles. 

“With all this kindling around here are you sure candlelight was the way to go?” I asked, hoping my sardonic tone masked my fear. The meat suit the demon infected was beyond normal conventions of attractiveness. The human host was tall with mysterious dark eyes and muscles in all the right places. “You called me here. What do you want?”

“You and your friend were so interested in what I was doing I would be remiss if I didn’t invite you to play with me. And I am nothing if not well mannered. Tell me, little mouse, did you enjoy what you saw?” Strong hands stroked the arm of the tufted chair and I found myself wondering what those hands would feel like stroking my body. I could feel my resolve slipping. I let my hand slowly drift to the hilt of my demon blade as I walked closer to where it was waiting. “Now now. You won’t be needing that.” My hand was pinned to my side and I kept walking though I willed myself to stop. 

“I’m not here with my mate. He rejected me. So if that’s your kink I’m sorry to disappoint.” My voice was shaky as I lowered myself onto its thigh. My core was hot and sticky to the point that I could no longer hide my arousal. The smell of the host’s skin sent me spiraling and I leaned into its touch. 

“He didn’t reject you, sweet little mouse. Your bond is strong as ever. That Winchester boy will come. And when he does, he’ll watch me take you just like all the others. Then I’ll watch his heartbreak take him too. It will be too delicious. Who knew how simple it would be to take down Dean Winchester?” it chuckled against my throat. Its lips brushed over my collarbone and down to my decollete. My body betrayed me at every turn. I couldn’t help but press myself down onto his thigh to relieve some of the ache building there. I whimpered as it put its hand at the small of my back and encouraged me to move. “Yes, that’s a good little mouse. Look at how hot and bothered you are and I am barely touching you. What would happen if I touched that sweet little pussy? Hmm? Would it be as wet as I think?” Its hands slipped into the waistband of my panties and brushed against my clit causing me to cry out. “Mmmh even wetter. That boy doesn’t know what he’s missing.” My mind was screaming to stop but I physically couldn’t help myself. I rocked against its hand allowing my orgasm to build. Just when I thought I would break it stopped. “Now, slow down, Sugar. Let’s wait for the rest of the party to arrive.” It lifted me off of its lap leaving me panting and frustrated.

I have no idea how long I was in that room before I heard the front door burst open. The demon laughed when he heard Sam shouting my name. I was naked and splayed on the floor watching the demon divest itself of its clothing. The host’s cock was already dripping, waiting for the perfect moment to sheath itself in my waiting core. It lined itself up between my legs and began its slow tortuous ministrations on my aching cunt making me moan loud enough to hear over the sounds of splintering wood. “Yes, little mouse. Call out to your mate.” Crack went another door and I heard Sam again. My whole body shook from another orgasm. “Call his name, little mouse. Let him know where you are.” 

“I’d rather say yours” I managed to say. “You’re the one making me cum.” I couldn’t move my hands to touch it but I could stroke its ego. The way the host’s face lit up let me know I was on the right track. 

“My name? Oh, little mouse. I have many names. But for tonight, you can call me Master.” It spread my legs wider fucking hard into me bringing me into another mind shattering release. 

“No, demon. Your real name. I’m calling you out. You have to answer” It’s whole body went stiff and it grabbed my chin to stop me from talking. Demons have very few rules but telling you their name when called out is one essential rule they cannot break. 

“Saleos!” It grunted. “Crafty little mouse. Say my name then. Scream it for your mate to hear. Let him know how good I’m making you feel.” It rutted into me so hard I could barely speak. But when it lifted the host’s head and stared into my eyes I could see its pleasure building and I knew I had it. 

“Saleos huh? Don’t want to blow your load before he’s able to see right? Better hang on for me. Or is my pussy that good?” I wrapped my hands around the back of its neck and pulled it close to kiss and began to whisper instead. “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica…..” The demon inside started to twitch and flicker but I held on tight continuing the words that I had committed to memory. The black smoke plumed from the nostrils mouth and eyes, weakening it enough for me to grab the knife it hadn’t thrown far enough away. I plunged the knife between the hosts ribs and saw the black fade from its eyes just as Sam and Dean burst through the door. It’s naked body fell limp and heavy on top of me. I managed to push it off and quickly grab a few shreds of a ruined bedsheet. 

Sam turned away to give me a bit of dignity. “You ok?” he muttered. 

“Fine. Can you give a girl a second?” he left the room but Dean remained wordlessly staring. 

“Save it. Whatever speech you’re about to give me about my safety I do not care to hear it.” I managed to find my clothes and surprisingly none of them were torn. Dean seemed to be in some kind of trance. “What’s wrong, Dean? You act like you haven’t seen a naked woman before.” 

“Did it…did it finish…I mean did…I don’t know what I want to say right now. So many thoughts are running through my head and all I want to do is rip those panties off of you. I literally cannot focus on anything else.” He stalked toward me like a lion about to devour its prey. He unfastened his belt and tore his shirt over his head revealing his tattooed chest already glistening with sweat. The scent of his arousal was so overpowering that I had no choice but to comply. 

“Uh uh.. I didn’t give it a chance to finish.” I whispered too stunned to speak any louder. 

“But it made you cum.” He pressed against me letting me feel just how much he needed to be inside me at this very moment. 

“I couldn’t help…” A brutal kiss stopped me from saying any more. 

“I can do better” he growled. “Sammy, get lost for a while!” he shouted. Sam’s heavy footsteps retreated out to the Impala as fast as he could carry himself. Dean kissed me again soft and slow, still managing  to get the rest of his clothes off without breaking away from my lips. I was already soaked from the demon but when Dean looked me over I was a goner. A fresh wave of arousal hit me and his nostrils flared when he scented it. With one swift movement he grabbed my hips and slammed into me. We both moaned at the sensation. He moved inside me like he was possessed himself. “I was so scared, J.” his head fell forward onto my chest, whining as he drew closer to his release. “I thought I lost you.”

“But you didn’t and I’m sorry I scared you.” I retorted breathlessly. We didn’t speak anymore. The only sounds to fill the decrepit room were the sounds of our moans and the slap of our bodies. His pace became erratic and I knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. I placed my hands on either side of his face, forcing him to look down at me. We said nothing but stared long and deep into each other’s eyes as we both met our end then he collapsed, satiated and warm onto me. We held each other in the darkened room simply feeling each other’s feelings and thoughts. This was right. It felt like we belonged together. I knew at that moment that I loved him. Could feel that he loved me too. But something was off like he was conflicted. I didn’t want to ruin it by asking so I let him lay on my chest for a while longer. 

After several moments we heard Sam calling from the foyer, “Are you two going to be much longer? I’m bored and hungry.” I laughed but Dean didn’t so much as crack a smile. 

He stood up grabbing his clothes and throwing mine over to me. There was a hint of regret playing at his face which started to enrage me but I shut it down and finished dressing. “Do you want me to ride with you? I’ll let Sam drive my car home.” I was searching for anything that let me know he was happy with this. He gave me nothing. 

“Why don’t you take Sam with you? I’ll meet you at the bunker.” He never made eye contact with me once. And it wasn’t lost on me that he said “the bunker” instead of calling it “home”. 

“I’ll go alone.” I murmured. No response. “Hope you enjoyed yourself.” I said as grabbed my shoes and headed for my car. He didn’t follow me and I didn’t expect him to. 

“You two good?” Sam asked with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. But then he saw my face and the tears that were about to spill. “Ok, not good? I’m confused.”

“I need to get out of here.” My voice broke as I fished my keys out of my pocket. “Move, Sam. I have to go.”

“Jesse, look at me. You are a wreck. Let me drive you.” he grabbed my keys but I pushed his hand away. Dean started to descend the stairs looking down at his feet instead of towards me. 

“Please, Sam. Let me go.” I pleaded with him. He finally relented and I took off before Dean could stop me if that was even his intention. Once I was in my car I plugged in my phone, put it on “do not disturb” and found a song loud enough to drown out any memory of what just happened. Fuck Dean Winchester. Fuck him and his stupid self loathing. I pounded my fist on the steering wheel in time to the drums in the song I had blaring through the car’s speakers. I needed a drink and a shower and to start looking for a new place to live because I was done. Fucking done with his bullshit. I didn’t want to talk about it to anyone. I just wanted to get lost. 

Once I made it into the bunker I grabbed a bottle of something brown and headed for the shower. Cas and Jack were smart enough not to say a word to me as I stormed past. Sam and Dean made it a few minutes after I did. I hurried out of my clothes and started the shower. Not only did I lock the door but I barricaded it with a chair that I grabbed from in front of the desk in my room. I turned the water on as hot as my body could stand and used my loofah to scrub every place Dean and Saleos had been. I scrubbed so hard at my thighs that the skin began to turn red and split into fine scrapes. I watched the blood well on my skin through blurry tears. 

I got myself together and went back to my room to start throwing things into a bag. I had a few credit cards that I hadn’t used. What was left on them would be more than enough to get me a few towns over. I chugged from the open bottle relishing the sting in the back of my throat. I had no real plan other than getting as far away from Dean and this ridiculous bond as possible. I could hear him and Sam arguing from the other room but he didn’t come after me. He must have wanted me gone as much as I wanted to leave.I drained the rest of the bottle feeling the effects of the liquor starting to take hold. It only made me feel bolder and ready to throw some punches. I trekked back to the main room where everyone, including Eileen, were silently drinking. Eileen and Sam signed to each other but no one interjected. I didn’t say anything as I headed for the stairs. Dean watched me, making me angrier with each step that I took. 

Jack was the only one to get up from his seat. He put his body between me and the stairs and placed his hands on my shoulders, “I don’t know what happened but I won’t let you deal with it alone. If you have to go, fine but I’m coming with you.” He held my shoulders tight, his eyes pleading. “You don’t have to do this alone, Jesse.” How did this kid know exactly what to say to make me feel guilty? 

“Thank you for always taking care of me but I have to go, baby boy. I love you so much.” I hugged him tight, swaying a little from the effects of the alcohol. 

“Stop her, Dean! You're in love with her. Don’t you feel it? The woman you love is walking away from you.” He begged and begged while I took the slow trudge up the stairs to the door. 

“She wants to go, let her go. She wants to act like a little girl, that’s her right.” Dean grumbled. “All of you stay out of it. This is none of your business.” A laugh bubbled up from somewhere deep in my belly. 

“Fuck you, Dean.” I flipped him off before yanking the handle on the door. 

“No! This is absolutely our business. We are a family!” Eileen hugged Jack around his shoulders trying to shush him. I couldn’t take it anymore. It was now or never. Do or die. Walk out the door and reject the bond once and for all or stay here and live with this hot and cold act that Dean does. 

“You’re right, Jack. We are a family. And sometimes it’s ok when Mom and Dad fight. But we aren’t fighting are we, Dean? Wanna know what happened? Sam and Dean walked in at the exact moment that I ganked the demon all by myself.”

“Because that’s how you wanted it!” Dean shouted, taking the stairs two at a time to get in my face. Like that would intimidate me.

“You’re right! That’s how I wanted it. I let that black eyed piece of shit fuck me and I finished the job. But instead of being fucking concerned about me.. instead of giving a shit about how I was feeling you let your primal instincts take over and you fucked me. Had to mark your territory didn’t you, baby? Like you have some claim on me. And now he regrets it. So he’s letting me go to assuage his guilt. Does that sum it up?” I stood back and waited for him to say something. Anything to let me know that he cared even a little. 

“Yeah that sounds about right. I feel fucking guilty. I regret that I couldn’t control myself. I feel fucking guilty that I wasn’t there to stop that fucker from violating you. And I’m pissed that you didn’t let me do this with you because I promise it wouldn’t have gotten that far. I went absolutely insane when you sent that SOS to Sam. Broke every traffic law on the books to get to you. And that’s what I had to walk into? Had to see that..that thing on top of you? Inside of you? The bond took over and I reacted and I feel like shit for taking advantage of you. Happy now? Go if you want. I won’t stop you. But you walk out…you walk away from me…from this, say out loud that you reject the bond so we can both move on.” We stared at each other, neither of us willing to relent. The problem was we were both incredibly stupid and stubborn and neither of us had the guts to really say what we felt. I guess he did just then but in general. I wanted to tell him how much I loved him. I wanted to wrap my arms around him and let him hold me the way I knew he wanted to. His hands were curled into fists causing the veins to pop out on his forearms. He was holding himself back just as much. Like I said, we’re idiots. His eyes narrowed and he moved closer to me, “Say it.” 

“I love you.” I blurted out. It seemed to take all of the wind out of his sails. From some distant corner of the room I heard Sam laugh and Eileen smacking him for doing so. 

“I love you too!” he shouted back. “Don’t ever leave me again. It hurts my feelings when you do!” 

“Fine! I had no idea where I was going anyway.” He tried not to smile but he lost that battle. 

“Holy hell you two are idiots.” Sam shouted from the lower level. “Someone order a few pizzas before Jesse sobers up. She gets cranky when she’s hungry.” 

Jack happily bounced up the stairs and took my bag while Dean and I continued to stare at each other. And we stayed that way for several more seconds before I walked past him to plop into a chair next to Cas. The angel put his arm around me grinning like a fool. “This relationship is going to put us all in harm's way isn’t it?” 

“Oh none of us will survive it.” The

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I want all the Fates sibs on one ring specifically to see how fast it goes to shit. Ideal would be Revelations versions tho v unsatisfying, most Drama comes with Nohrians of Birthright and Hoshidans of Conquest. Corrin is either on a different ring with Azura or the only one from Revelations.

I think you should have Corrin and Azura from Revelation, and then the Nohr and Hoshido siblings each from the opposite route. Each set fighting over why Corrin sided with the others, and then Corrin who didn’t side with any of them and so brought all of them together, and this is also 10 people in a single Emblem ring. I think they’re locked in a vault somewhere and no one uses this ring because it’s too much.

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follow up to the fire emblem ask 😵‍💫 yes i found another blog who likes fire emblem and seventeen ! i won everyone !! ps sorry for the mini rant i got excited

anyways … let me tell you that the conquest route of fates was something! (i got sad) and then third dlc route revelation, writing was confusing but eh its dlc im not mad. i’m trying to find a way to get birthright soon so i can finally play that path.

ALSO TELL ME WHY I ALSO KEPT UNITS AWAY FROM OTHERS SO THEY COULDNT PAIR 😭. like i play as a f!unit so i kept her away from everyone but like one character so they had to be together. i personally did chrom and sumia just bc everyone said but i also chrom has funny supports and i heard his support with sully is sweet.

i actually talked to one of my moots abt someone making a video game based smau, they asked me to do it but im not at that level yet… but then fire emblem popped into my head. like the class system is so cool and usually connected to the type of person the characters are! i kept trying to see which members of seventeen + other idols would fit into each class role. sorry i got carried away 😅

hi lovely <3 no need to be sorry! i like talking abt stuff that makes ppl happy

god yeah i can imagine. i remember getting sad over birthright too :( i played through most of conquest and revelations tbh but its been like. at least a year or two so my memory's pretty foggy lmao i just remember not liking jakob

im always like "stay away until i get ppl married and then u can pair up however tbh" (still pairs married couples or parents w their kid bc i think them working together is cute).

god... i feel bad but im not a huge fan of sumia as a unit. some ppl say she's great but she always goes down so easily for me. i cannot imagine playing the game on classic. chroms support w sully is v sweet tho! if i wasnt trying to get lucina some specific skills from olivia, i probably would have pushed chrom with sully. they arent optimal according to a lot of ppl, but their supports would make up for it <3

ngl with this playthrough though ive had my f!unit like. sticking around multiple men to get the supports up to A so that i can figure out who i wanna romance......... homie i didnt expect for so many of them to have cute supports??? gaius's is cute (im p sure he calls the mc "bubbles" regardless of gender but i like his nicknames for ppl dsfkhdsf + his sweet tooth is endearing to me), stahl being the kind of person who looks out for people is sweet, lon'qu slowly growing more used to f!unit and being kind of endeared by her... and also henry just being the weirdo he is ksfdhdsf like ??? how am i supposed to pick. i mentioned it but i managed to get inigo (my favorite slutty man /hj) last night and his supports w f!unit are also kind of cute? just him going from a skirtchaser to trying to be more conscious of everyone else around him and taking care of ppl... ugh hes sweet <3

also last night i realized that olivia sparkles. like ??? girl straight up sparkles. i love that for her dskfhsdf also someone asked me if u have the option to be gay in awakening and im like NO bc god i love cherche and sully... and also lissa... and also maribelle... theres so many pretty women :(

ooo a video game based smau would be so fun... if i could do it, i would since theres like. so many games w so much potential there. i've had a vague idea for a life is strange-esque au (mc with powers dealing w that, basically) and since im already writing a one-shot w felix... idk, it just feels like a fun idea to play with. my go-to would be 3 because its the only game w a viable male love interest, sorry warren and whatever the guy from 2 was i love 3 the most and like ngl a smau would be an interesting way of doing it...

ooo do you have any thoughts on who would be in what role? i'd love to hear them! i talked with an anon about it a while back but i'd have to go find those asks bc i admittedly can't remember anything we picked out rn :(