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ozai-the-bonsai · 2 years ago

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Tame the Dragon

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Targaryen!reader

Summary: Daemon has asked you to marry him, but you have to wait to talk with King Viserys until Rhaeneyra and Laenor's wedding takes place. As you and Daemon try to hide the affection you feel for one another, everything gets more complicated with you being betrothed to Jason Lannister.

Warnings: I’m not a native English speaker, strong language, incest, mention of sexual abuse, no smut but Daemon is such a tease

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A/N: This part only has Daemon and the reader, I hope you enjoy it!

|Part 6|

Another sob echoed inside the Dragonpit.

Wrapping your arms around your torso, you rested your head against Caraxes’ neck as he laid on the ground with its eyes closed. You, too, was sitting on the ground, your knees pulled against your chest.

The way Jason Lannister had tried to assault you was enough to leave you crying and shaking for the rest of the night, but the way your mother had reacted affected you even more. You caressed Caraxes’ cold, hard scales as you tried to control your crying -you hated how vulnerable you were feeling. But, at the same time, you were burning with rage.

You wanted to take out your anger on someone -on Jason Lannister, to be more precise -but you knew you had to wait for the morning so that the King could decide on whichever punishment he seemed fit. Hence, the only thing you could do was to imagine how it would satisfy you if you could let Virion burn him slowly, hearing the screams of agony.

“Everything could have been easier,” you muttered, you were talking to Caraxes, “if I could just marry Daemon and get the fuck away from all this shit.”

Thinking about Daemon seemed to calm you down a little bit as your crying slowly faded away, leaving its place to deep breaths and, most likely, bloodshot eyes. At that moment, you craved to feel the heat of his body more than ever, for you knew that only he could wash away the stains left by Jason Lannister.

“You make this little game of hide-and-seek rather too easy, Princes.” Daemon’s voice came from behind you, causing you to swiftly turn your head back to look at him. “I suggest you get more creative.”

You watched him as he walked towards you. He was wearing a black vest with a crimson shirt underneath and the shadows caused by the torches on the walls -which didn’t cast enough light to illuminate the space at all -created eerie figures on his handsome face as he kneeled next to you.

Wiping away the tears rolling down your cheeks, you rested your forehead against Caraxes, your eyes closed. “He brings me to ease,” you spoke with a low voice. “I cannot think of a better place but his side when I wish to hide from the nightmares haunting me.”

You could imagine Daemon raising an eyebrow at your words. “The said nightmare being your mother, I assume?”

“Well, she is the biggest of them, that’s for sure,” you muttered as you opened your eyes and looked at Daemon. Some strands of his short, silver hair were curled in way that made them fall in front of his eyes. “Daemon, there is something you should know,” you began to speak after taking a deep breath. “Tonight, Ja…”

Before you could even speak, Daemon placed his right index finger in front of your lips. “I know what happened, Y/N, you needn’t speak those words.” Even though he gave his best to seem perfectly calm, you could easily notice the way his jaw clenched. “Ser Harwin told me.”

Your eyes widened with surprise, you didn’t expect him to hear about the incident so soon. “I… What… Did you do something?” You asked with a low voice.

Daemon moved his right hand to cup your face, his touch was warm against your cold skin. “To that fucking cunt of a lord? I intended to cut off his cock and shove it in his mouth; however, I was reminded that you, Y/N, wished my brother to punish him as he sees fit.” Daemon responded to your question, and it made you realise that his violent side somehow turned you on even during such a time. “Thus, I simply made sure that the pretty blue of his eyes would be wider visible all around his face.”

With a confused expression on your face, you held his left hand and raised it in the air, only to see the bruises on his knuckles. Daemon was watching you carefully as he waited for a reaction. Slowly, you let his hand down and took a deep breath. “I just wanted to drag him down there and let Virion burn him as he screamed in agony.” You confessed, “but I know I should avoid any further political complications -I assume the King wouldn’t really appreciate it if it came to be known that the man, whom he personally betrothed to his niece, has tried to…”

Not letting you finish, Daemon pressed his lips against yours. “I never want to hear those words leaving your lips, Y/N, do you understand?” He whispered in between kisses before pulling himself a little back. Feeling his lips against yours made you realise that you wanted him at that very moment. You wanted to drown the disgusting memories from the night in your desire for him. “What did your mother tell you?”

You followed Daemon as he slowly stood up. “She thinks that I am responsible for what he tried to do to me.” You spat out the words, rage building up within you once again. “She makes me sick!”

“Hey,” Daemon cupped your face with both hands as he leaned into you, his breath caressing your face every time he exhaled. “Y/N, darling, look at me.” You raised your head to meet his violet eyes. “I promise you, I will help you get rid of her and that cunt of a lord, soon, but I need you to at least try to keep your calm until then.”

You gulped before speaking. “I want you, Daemon,” you whispered as you pulled him down into a kiss. “I just want to be yours.”

“You are already mine, Y/N,” Daemon whispered against your lips as he slid his hands down to rest them on your hips. “Only mine.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you parted your lips to deepen the kiss. Daemon let his tongue slide into your mouth, causing you to sigh into the kiss as it met yours. Every time he kissed you, the horrors were beginning to fade away ever so slowly as new memories with Daemon took their places.

You could feel the heat between your legs growing while Daemon’s hands wandered around your body.

“Did he hurt you?” Daemon asked, slowly parting your lips. You nodded reluctantly. “Show me.”

Taking a small step back, you gathered your silver hair on your left shoulder, only to expose an ugly bite mark which made the little love-marks from Daemon seem like simple dots. Even though the Dragonpit was dimly lit, the dark purple spot could be easily recognised on your pale skin.

It wasn’t hard to realise how much effort Daemon gave to keep himself calm.

With slow steps, Daemon walked behind you and rested his hands on your waist. Then, he laid his lips on the exposed side of your neck, leaving gentle kisses until reaching your collar bone. You closed your eyes and let your head lean against his chest as you left yourself completely to his kisses. Your breath got heavier each time his lips met the sensitive skin of your neck once more and you could hardly resist the urge to rub your thighs against each other.

“Daemon,” you breathed out his name as he let his tongue touch your skin. “Take me.”

He chuckled against your neck before raising his head to have his lips on a level with your ear. “You need to be more precise with your wishes, Princess.” He whispered, it was obvious that he was, once again, up for teasing you.

Quickly, you turned around inside his arms, your bodies still pressed against each other, his hold firm on your waist. He was looking down at you. “I want you to take me,” you spoke as you rested your hands on his chest. “Here. Right now.”

A smirk found its way to Daemon’s lips. “In front of Caraxes?” he asked while he pointed at his dragon with his head. However, you didn’t really pay attention to him as you raised to your fingertips and pressed your lips against his. He kissed you back, just as passionately as you were, only to part your lips short after. “We’ll miss the dessert.”

“I don’t give a fuck about the dessert,” you whispered as you tried to capture his lips once again, but he clicked his tongue, pulling his head back.

“And you wish to kiss me with that mouth, Y/N?” You rolled your eyes, which made Daemon let out a soft laugh for he loved how impatient you were becoming. With a sudden movement, he pulled you towards him so that your bodies were pressed against each other. “I will take you, Princess, but not now and not here.”

You whined, which brought a cocky smirk to his lips.

“Even though I quite enjoy seeing how hard you crave me, I have rather different plans for tonight which do not involve fucking you in the Dragonpit.” With slow movements, he pushed a strand of silver hair behind your ear, which had fallen in front of your face. “Further, your mother should better be reminded that her fucked-up plan was never enough to tame a dragon.”

You let your look linger on his lips for a while before moving it to his purple eyes. “You think we should go back to the feast?” You asked, only to earn a nod from Daemon. With slow movements, he took out a black, silk scarf from his pocket and wrapped it gently around your neck. Then, he pressed his lips against yours.

The kiss was short but it was full of longing and desire, which left you aching for more after Daemon took a step back. You were already missing the heat of his body. “Come now, we have one more role to play tonight,” he told you, walking towards the exit. “After that, I shall have you in my chambers.” With that, Daemon sent you one last lustful look, “and let the whole fucking castle know whom you really belong to.”

#daemon x reader #daemon x reader smut #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen smut #house of the dragon #house of the dragon fic #hotd #hotd fic #daemon x rhaenyra #matt smith #game of thrones #smut

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trytoimaginefireemblem · 3 years ago

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Fire Emblem Awakening Masterlist

Last Updated: 03/28/2023

Chrom:

Chrom Having a Crush on You Would Be Like…

Dating Chrom Would Be Like…

Chrom Dating Someone Who Loves Pet Names Would Be Like…

Slow Dancing With Chrom at a Ball Would Be Like...

Chrom x Reader: Dancing in the Training Hall

Chrom x Reader: Modern A.U! S/O Having Eye Removal Surgery

Chrom x Fem!Reader: Sleep Spell

Frederick:

Dating Frederick Would Be Like…

Frederick Having a Crush on You Would Be Like…

Frederick Finding His S/O Crying Would Be Like...

Frederick With an S/O Who Wants to Have Children

Frederick x Reader: Trust is Earned

Getting Married to Frederick Would Be Like...

Being Married to Frederick Would Be Like...

Jealous Frederick Would Be Like...

Frederick as a Father Would Be Like...

General NSFW With Frederick

Henry:

Henry Having a Crush on You Would Be Like…

Henry Getting Jealous Would Be Like…

Being Married to Henry Would Be Like…

Henry Dating Someone Who Loves Pet Names Would Be Like…

Henry With an S/O Who Does Ballet Would Be Like...

Henry Being Around Someone Who is Motherly/Big Sister Like Would Be Like...

Inigo:

Inigo x Reader: Early Morning

Inigo x Reader: Late Night

Libra:

Dating Libra Would Be Like…

Lon'qu:

Lon'qu Having a Crush on You Would Be Like…

Lon’qu Reacting to You Wanting to Have Children Would Be Like...

Marriage With Lon’qu Would Be Like...

General NSFW With Lon’qu

Lon’qu Finding You Crying Would Be Like...

Olivia:

Olivia x Male!Reader: Perfect

Owain:

Dating Owain Would Be Like...

Panne:

Dating Panne Would Be Like...

Ricken:

Dating Ricken Would Be Like…

Stahl:

Dating Stahl Would Be Like…

Sumia:

Dating Sumia Would Be Like...

Vaike:

Dating Vaike Would Be Like…

Virion:

Cuddling With Virion Would Be Like…

#Masterlist #Fire Emblem Awakening Masterlist

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monstersandmaw · 5 years ago

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Stories from 2019...

Here’s a list of all the stories (40!) that have gone up on my Tumblr long stories masterlist since the start of 2019. There may be more bits that I’ve missed, but here’s what I found. Feel free to browse in case you missed something! Don’t forget that there’s also the short stories masterlist too!

Thanks for making it a great year and for inspiring me to do more and be better all the time!!

Male orc (Dragh) x female reader (nsfw)

Deaf male tiefling x female reader (sfw) Part Two (sfw)

Male scarred werewolf (Rhett) x female reader (sfw) Part One, Part Two, Part Three (nsfw), Part Four

Male minotaur x female reader *commission* (sfw + fluffy)

Female space pirate x female reader *commission* (nsfw)

Male minotaur x female reader (sfw and disgustingly fluffy)

Male gnoll (’Poodle), precursory drabble prompt (sfw)

Lich, no gender mentioned, monster’s POV - prompt “Housekeeper wanted; living or dead”. Sfw

Male orc dom x female reader sub (sfw, early stages, meeting up and working it out) Part Two (sfw) *ko-fi commission*

Homeless male merman x reader (sfw) Part Two (nsfw), Christmas Special (nsfw)

Non-binary trickster spirit x reader (sfw)

Poly male minotaur x male orc x female reader (nsfw)

Male dom orc (Bresz) x female sub reader (nsfw)

Male changeling/fae (Mhorrin) x male reader (nsfw)

Male orc (Dhurak) x reader (sfw) *Starfall Springs*

Male tiefling (Killygren) x male reader (nsfw) *Starfall Springs*

Male orc (Noah) x reader (nsfw) *Starfall Springs*

Male reptilian fae (Adan) x female reader (nsfw) *commission*

Female selkie (Bess) x female reader (nsfw) *Mermay/Starfall Springs*

Male merman (Connor) x male reader (nsfw) *Mermay/Starfall Springs*

Male octomer (Caspian) x reader (nsfw) *Mermay/Starfall Springs*

Male hermit crab mer (Leo) x reader (nsfw) *Mermay/Starfall Springs*

Male selkie (Dennek) x reader (very light nsfw) *Mermay*

Male each-uisge/sea kelpie (Rhion) x reader (sfw) *Mermay*

Mothman (Fitz) x male reader (sfw) *Starfall Springs*

Male vampire (Ruben) x trans male character (sfw) Part One, Part Two and a slight AU feel extract (reader insert, sfw)

Male white tiger rakshasa x female reader (sfw)

Male scarred fae (Winter) x female reader (Violet from Brenn’s story - see above) (nsfw)

Male samebito (sharkman) (Tai) x male reader (sfw)

Male centaur (Jaime) x reader (nsfw) *Starfall Springs*

Male lizardfolk (Bik) x female reader (nsfw) (commission)

Male lich (Rhae) x reader (nsfw) *Starfall Springs*

Male half-orc (Tamas) x male character (Josslyn) (nsfw) *Orctober*

Male orc (Arikh) x male human (nsfw, D/s) *Orctober*

Female orc (Rakasha) x male character (Virion) (nsfw)

Male ice orc (Reshi) x female reader (nsfw) *Orctober*

*Male triton Fae (Kaerio) x female character (sfw) *commission*

Male fae (Winter) x female character (sfw) *modern policeman AU for Winter!*

Mute male siren x female reader (nsfw) *Starfall Springs*

Male Uruk-hai x reader (nsfw) *Orctober*

Patreon - Browse my Masterlist here

More stories below the cut to save scrolling thumbs... 52 stories and drabbles in total... plus all the Discord drabbles which aren’t listed on there.

Monthly exclusives

January - male kelpie x female reader (Dolen) (nsfw)

February - male living armour x female reader (Berion) (nsfw)

March - android x reader (Iru) (sfw)

April - non-binary alien x reader (Mith'in) (nsfw)

May - male shark mer x reader (Requius) (nsfw)

June - male naga x male mummy x reader (Vashett & Akah) (nsfw)

July - male naga x female reader (Nila) (sfw)

August - male minotaur x female reader (Will - *Starfall Springs*)

September - non-binary demon x reader (Ilya, *Starfall Springs*) (nsfw)

October - non binary leshy/leshen x reader (nsfw)

November - patrons not charged, no story

December - interdimensional eldritch entity x reader ('the Dark' *Starfall Springs*) (nsfw)

Weekly Episodes of Embers, a dragon shifter romance (x reader)

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Orctober specials 2019 - using the Inktober 'official' prompts

1. 'Ring' - male orc (Liam) x plus size female reader (very light nsfw)

2. 'Mindless - female orc (Khara) x male reader (nsfw)

3. 'Bait' - male half-orc (Tamas) x male character (Josslyn) (nsfw)

5. 'Husky' - female orc (Renasa) x female reader (sfw)

6. 'Build' - male half-orc (Tamas) x male character (Josslyn) (sfw)

10 'Pattern' - male orc (Arikh ) x male human (Kit) (D/s & nsfw)

Giveaway drabbles *New Category*

#1 - male orc x f/nb reader (domestic, nsfw fluff)

#2 - Male naga x female reader (sfw)

#3 - Storniel x Rashel x reader (nsfw)

#4 - male hellhound x reader (sfw)

#5 - Astriah (arachne) x male reader (nsfw)

#6 - male reader x male centaur (light nsfw)

#7 - female reader x male gnoll (sfw)

#8 - male shadowborne fae x female reader (nsfw)

#9 - male mershark x female reader (nsfw)

#10 - female banshee x male orc (nsfw)

#11 - male mothman x male reader (sfw and fluffy)

#12 - genderfluid demon x reader (hurt/comfort nsfw)

#13 - male shadowborne (Shaer) x female reader (sfw and fluffy)

#14 - non binary shadow monster x ace female reader (sfw)

#15 - shy male scholar x female albino dragon (nsfw)

#16 - male orc x female reader (sfw/comfort)

#17 - male werewolf x female reader (sfw/fluff)

#18 - male naga x nb reader (sfw/fluff)

#19 - male drider x reader (sfw)

#20 - male melanistic chimera x female reader (sfw)

and a few more doodles and drawings and character profiles, plus endless polls etc. which I didn’t pop onto this list!!

#exophilia #2019

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yandere-deredere · 5 years ago

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fire emblem heroes: Reinhardt

a/n: wanted to do something for the new event reinhardt and this happened warnings: none pairing: soiree! reinhardt x gender neutral! summoner! reader word count: 1614 summary: With your heart set on Berkut, you find yourself unable to enjoy the ball without him. Thankfully, Reinhardt comes to help.

You stood there, hands resting limply against your fancy robes, a sigh leaving your lips. You watched as everyone else danced along the ballroom, the chandelier lights flickering off of everyone’s jewelry and the foils upon their clothes.

Everything looked beautiful and sparkling and fancy. You almost felt out of place; someone like you who felt more comfortable in a hooded cloak than in a formal outfit with hundreds of layers, someone who was smarter on the battlefield than on the ballroom floor, whose feet were graceful when avoiding attacks but not when following dance steps.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and you looked, eyes curious, to see Reinhardt, hair slicked back and that familiar somewhat stoic smile on his face.

“Oh, hello, Reinhardt, I see you’re not part of the festivities either.” You smiled almost weakly, shyly, as if trying to distract from the fact that the barrack’s own leading tactician hadn’t moved an inch since their speech.

Reinhardt chuckled, his voice deep and rumbling in his chest “As a matter of fact, I had just narrowly escaped Ishtar’s tight clutches.”

It was your turn to chuckle though your hand came up to cover your mouth “Yes, I saw both of you twirling around earlier.”

Reinhardt seemed to let out a tired sigh which only made you chuckle even more. Though you loved Ishtar, the ball had brought out a new side of her personality. She was usually so kind and calm but, with the ball, she had been passionate and excited.

You couldn’t blame her. The ball was probably the first sign of normality she had seen ever since she had been summoned. That was the point of the ball: a break from the war and bloodshed and battling.

“There is a pressing question at hand, however.” Reinhardt’s hand left your shoulder to rest at his side “Why is it that the planner of the ball isn’t enjoying it?”

You were caught. There were no excuses to be given. You sighed, shaking your head and crossing your arms “I’m not… a good dancer… so, I’d rather spare everyone else the sore toes.”

Reinhardt’s eyes didn’t narrow but it felt like they did. Still, he kept the usual stoic smile on his face “You don’t have to lie to me, summoner. You and I both know I do not possess a proclivity to gossip.”

Your eyes finally left Reinhardt as if trying to avoid the true answer to his question. Instead, your eyes trailed along the ballroom, to each and every dancing couple, until they landed on one in particular.

Yes, it was true that you didn’t belong in this dazzling ballroom, full of dazzling people, but that wasn’t truly the problem, was it? After all, you weren’t the only soldier there who hadn’t taken to the glittering limelight.

It wasn’t as if you couldn’t dance either. Rather, it felt like betrayal to dance with anyone else. It felt out of place.

There was only one person you wanted to dance with.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t yours to dance with. Instead, he had someone else in his arms, had someone else he held close, held hands with, guided along as they practically glided across the floor.

Reinhardt followed your gaze and let out a small sound “I see.”

You flinched, your body stiffening as your cheeks warmed “It-It’s not! I-I mean!”

“I’m surprised since Berkut isn’t quite the most charming unit in the barracks but I concede that he does treat you quite nicely, does he not, summoner?” Reinhardt’s tone went from rather even to something more teasing.

It was true. Berkut was rather easily irritable and, when it wasn’t about his beloved Rinea, he couldn’t even feign interest.

However, after a while of ordering him around as the head tactician of the army, he seemed to have warmed up to you and, because of that, your heart warmed up to him. It was hard not to love him when he acted so stony with everyone else and, yet, he deigned you special enough to lower his walls for.

Reinhardt suddenly took your hand “Come, let’s dance.”

You frowned, shaking your head “It’s not… I-I can’t…”

“Why not make him jealous? You look stunning tonight and this is your ball, is it not?” Reinhardt insisted, gently pulling you along. “It would be a shame to wear such formal clothes when all you plan to do is stand next to the wall.”

Then, after a thoughtful pause, the corners of Reinhardt’s mouth seemed to tilt up into a momentary smirk “Though I do admit, you would make exquisite decor. The vase of flowers we were standing beside pale in comparison to you.”

Your cheeks, which had been warm, were now much hotter and you couldn’t help but grow even more flustered as both you and Reinhardt took your places in the middle of the ballroom.

Since Reinhardt was much taller than you, it was obvious he would lead and he took the position without even hesitating. He placed your hand on his shoulder before letting his settle against your hip, his other hand taking yours “Just follow my lead.”

“That’s easy for you to say.” You muttered, head bowing as you tried to watch his feet and mimic it with your own.

Reinhardt’s hand suddenly left yours and you automatically rested yours against his arm. Instead of resting his now free hand against your hip, however, he used it to cup your cheek and tilt your head up.

“Do you not know how rude it is to not look at your own partner?” He asked you, his voice devoid of accusation. Instead, he sounded teasing which, of course, felt out of place with Reinhardt who always seemed stoic and kind, not mischevious.

Apparently, tonight was the night to learn new things about one of your better warriors.

“I don’t want to step on your feet…” Though your head was tilted up to look at him, your eyes drifted away, too shy and embarrassed to really meet his gaze.

“I would not mind. If the price for dancing with such an alluring partner is a few stepped toes, it would be worth it.” Reinhardt just chuckled, the sound making his chest rumble against yours.

You had no clue he was so charming but, perhaps, that was why you were so flustered. You leaned closer almost unconsciously, eyes still pointedly looking away. He returned to holding your hand, his other hand pulling you much closer.

You couldn’t say that you weren’t used to such attention. Inigo and Soleil certainly kept you on your toes and, though it was much cheesier, Virion also managed to praise you to hell and back, babbling about your beauty or some other thing he loved about you.

So, it made no sense why Reinhardt, with his charming words, managed to make your heart pitter into an erratic rhythm. You blamed it on the champagne and the situation and left it at that.

“It seems my plan has succeeded.” Reinhardt suddenly leaned down, his breath fanning against your neck and along your ear, making you shiver.

You were confused, however, and, momentarily, wondered if you missed something while your train of thought went awry “What plan?”

“Did you not hear me say, summoner? Was our plan not to illicit some jealousy?” Reinhardt’s tone was joking, teasing, but he still held you intimately close as if wanting to convince people of your familiarity.

“Though you cannot see since they’re dancing behind you, Berkut seems to be keeping quite the keen eye on the both of us,” Reinhardt reported almost as if he were reporting a battle, something that would’ve made you laugh if your heart weren’t clogged in your throat.

Before you could really reply or even access how you felt, you were spun around. Peeking over Reinhardt’s shoulder, your eyes suddenly met Berkut’s own dark ones. There was a look on his face that you couldn’t decipher.

Instead of really dwelling on the thought, you raised your hand from Reinhardt’s shoulder and waved, smile small and pleasant and shy.

It definitely took Berkut off guard but he gave a curt nod anyway, his cheeks seeming almost pink under the candlelight. You threw that thought off as just the lighting reflecting off his cheeks because, surely, you weren’t anything to blush about.

“Well?” Reinhardt pulled you out of the staring contest you held with Berkut “Does he seem sufficiently jealous?”

You shook your head and tucked your face into Reinhardt’s neck “There’s no way he’d be jealous of you for dancing with me…”

“You’d be surprised,” Reinhardt replied just as easily, talking as if he were conversing about the weather rather than your unrequited romance “I would find myself jealous if I found you in another man’s arms.”

Your head jerked up in surprise but, instead of really addressing your reaction, Reinhardt pressed his forehead against yours and the two of you continued dancing. You hadn’t even realized that you hadn’t glanced at your feet in a while.

“You… truly mean that?” You wanted to look away from Reinhardt’s gaze but, instead, you couldn’t find it in yourself to break the stare. How had you not noticed how handsome he was?

His answer was simple “Why would I lie to you, summoner?”

All too quickly, the music came to a stop and he pulled away but not before bowing and pressing a kiss against your knuckles. You blushed and bowed as well, already missing his embrace but not understanding exactly why.

All you could think about was the fact that Berkut was now completely off of your mind.

#fe reinhardt #soiree reinhardt #fire emblem #fire emblem heroes #reinhardt x reader #fire emblem x reader #x reader #gender neutral reader #600+#900+#1200+#1500+

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fluffyburd · 6 years ago

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Frederick x Summoner/Reader

So yeah, I’ve had this slow build in my phone’s Note for months now and have been editing it over and other. SO I thought I should finally post it here because I love this man lol. ;3;

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First encounter

- When he first arrived he was very confused, but quick to be upset and wary of you and the others

- I mean of course you just took him from the Ylisse royals and they could be in danger or needs his assistance!

- You had to reassure him that they are fine and able to take him back the same time he had left, though he still had some doubts.

- He was so very wary of you for a bit.

- But after getting use to Askr, he learns more about the royal siblings and you and becomes more at ease.

- Especially when familiar people from his realm appear does he become less wary (look at all these Chroms and Lissa!)

- Little by little he starts helping the Askr trio and the summoner with their daily lives when he isn’t out fighting, like he does with the Ylisse royals. He will get their clothes washed and ready, bring snacks, wake them up you name it.

- Sometimes he has fights/arguments with Jakob on who does what and Gunter or you would have to butt in before someone gets hurt!

- Felicia is too good for this world and will share tasks with Frederick (though it is more like she gives Frederick more work if she messes up... which Frederick is ok with... sometimes)

- Soon he starts following you around more unconsciously to help you with anything and sometimes you have to tell him no or you are ok, but appreciate his company.

- This man can be a stubborn mule though and insists he helps you. You are his summoner and temporary retainer after all!

- When he does help you you thank him for his help with a smile and that facial expression surprises him!

- Though he can get miffed when you give him nicknames calling him “Freddybear,” especially when you say it out loud for all to hear (but he becomes use to it in the end surprisingly)

- He starts to finds your personality and quirks intriguing or charming

- When you get sleepy you tend to rest on his shoulder if your are ever next to him, and he will let you sleep for a bit or carry you to your bed. He is thankful he isn’t wearing his armor in the castle to make your comfortable.

- When you work late he will come to check up on you and gives you snacks or tea. Sometimes he finds you sleeping buried in your work.

- He admires your sleeping face before shaking his head and try to wake you up to go to bed. If you are sound asleep he carries you to bed and tucks you in.

- When you first laugh his heart does flip flops that at first he thought he ate something bad that gave him that feeling.

- And your smile! When he sees it his heart aches and face reddens and he has to excuse himself because he thinks he is getting a fever and doesn’t want you sick.

- But when he leaves he gets confused when his face isn’t warm anymore, yet when he recalls your smile the ache in his heart, when he remembers your smile, remains?

- ?????

- Such a confused bear

- When you get injured the first time, angry Freddy Bear is unleashed.

- Cradles you in his arms while trying to get you to safety or to a healer. STAT.

- Full on worry while the healer(s) are taking care of you

- Isn’t relieved until the healers tell him you are going to be fine.

- The thought of losing you tears him apart.

- After that scenario he is even more clingy towards you, making sure you are ok, fed properly, and no pebbles are around to you hurt you.

- You have to laugh at his behavior, but tell him you are fine now and thankful that you have someone like him worrying about someone like you while you give him a hug and pats as thanks.

- “Perish the thought! If something were to happen to you I don’t know what I would do. You very important to everyone.”

- ‘...And to me.’

- He is surprised at that last unspoken thought, but it is true!

- He doesn’t understand why you are so important to him, even more so than the Ylisse royals, but he feels like he would move heaven and earth for you if you do wished it.

- It isn’t until Seth has to pull Frederick to the side for him to understand he has romantic feelings for the summoner.

- .....By the Gods.

- How unprofessional.

- He starts to lessen his time with you and keeps his distance, unaware of the sadness and hurt on your face when you notice he has been showing up less and less.

- You wonder why he is avoiding you so suddenly.

- Even though he tries to distant himself, he can’t stop thinking about you.

- When you talk to anyone that shows interest or flirts with you, Frederick’s blood boils.

- Insert a jealous protective bear.

- He’ll comes to your aid if you show you aren’t interested (many times he saves you from Heroes like Valter, Virion, Loki, etc), or makes excuses to have your attention towards him instead and escape.

- You don’t mind because more time with Fredrick the better.

- When Frederick’s avoidance finally gets to you, you start looking for him and asks to see him privately.

- When you two are alone you ask him why he has been avoiding you.

- He tries to make feeble excuses on his avoidance, but finally admits he has developed feelings for you, even though you are his superior.

- He understands this is wrong of him and you can send him back home and never speak to him (even if it hurts him so to suggest that)

- When he finishes, you look him in eyes as you move towards him, takings his hands in yours and give them a gentle squeeze, and tell him you feel the same way and you don’t care if your are his superior and all that.

- He is shocked you feel the same way, but still insists that they shouldn’t be together and blah blah.

- You won’t have it. Nope nope you don’t care.

- He finally caves in and vows to make sure you are well taken care of and loved.

- When he accepts you smile and give him the biggest hug and he has to stop himself from tearing from how much he missed both your smiles and hugs.

- He practically smothers you in his arms

Dating shenanigans

- From then on you two return to the way it was, but some flirting here and there, mostly from you flirting when no one is around.

- Frederick is not a big PDA, but that doesn’t stop you from holding hands or hugs if it means getting him to be flustered and blushing mess. (Too much and he might have to punish you for embarrassing him 👀)

- Still an over protective jealous bear.

- Sometimes he can get a bit carried away on his protectiveness and you have to tell him you’ll be fine or don’t need to worry.

- It doesn’t help sometimes. Even when you cough he is like ‘srygottahelpmysummoner!!!’

- When you two are alone you both love to snuggle together.

- You are mostly the little spoon, but he at times lets you be the big spoon.

- Really he loves to hold you in his arms.

- Massages from him is a bless. Man can he use his hands skillfully~.

- Speaking of skillful hands, them hands will be making bunches of sweaters and etc for you. He loves it when he finds you wearing his sweater or scarf.

- When they two of your are resting, you’ll be working on your work or reading with him next to you. Sometimes you will talk to him about your world or him talking about his.

- He will always make sure you are well fed and make tea ready...or coffee if you like!

- Will teach you how to ride a horse, though might get some use to. Most of the time though you’ll be riding with him on his horse with you in front of him so he KNOWS you won’t fall off.

- When he is with you you are so happy and you smile so brightly that his heart gets the mad butterflies.

- Be still heart!!

- All in all Frederick feels blessed to have you around and loved. <3

#frederick x summoner #frederick #fire emblem heroes #fire emblem #my headcanons #feh #i can't write to save myself so this is all i can do ORZ

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frickingnerd · 1 year ago

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Awakening Men Masterlist

Chrom

Robin

watching the sunset with chrom - drabble

yandere chrom - headcanons

yandere robin - headcanons

Frederick

the new member of the shepherds - oneshot

Virion

virion trying to impress you - drabble

Stahl

dating stahl - headcanons

Vaike

vaike with a competitive s/o - headcanons

Lon'qu

lon'qu crushing on you - headcanons

Gaius

stolen glances - drabble

Henry

yandere henry - headcanons

childhood friends to lovers with henry - headcanons

henry with a sensitive s/o - headcanons

Kellam

kellam with a chaotic s/o - headcanons

Ricken

ricken crushing on a taken reader - headcanons

Donnel

donnel with an insecure s/o - headcanons

Gregor

gregor confessing to you - headcanons

Libra

keep your eyes on me - drabble

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blue-power1 · 8 years ago

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Closed My Eyes || Fire Emblem Heroes Alfonse x Kiran (Reader)

A/N: Happy @ferarepair-week2k17 everyone! I’m going to be doing several rare pairings this week wish me luck.

Prompt: Blessed / Cursed / Rest

It was late at night in the castle and it was very quiet at this time of night. Nothing stirred much, except for a few heroes and servants who were all carrying on their business. However, this did worry Alfonse.

He hasn’t seen you since you excused yourself early from dinner to head to the library. You’d been doing this every night for the past few weeks and frankly, he was starting to get worried. You’ve been beating yourself up over simple mistakes in your strategies and he hoped that you weren’t harming yourself behind his back.

“Where are they?” He thought as he walked around the castle. He went to check on you earlier, but you weren’t in your chambers. He thought you were spending hours late into the night trying to summon heroes again, so he went to the summoning grounds only to not find you there. So he did his best to look calm as he looked for you as an old fear of his began to resurface.

He did not like the idea of you disappearing like Zacharias had.

He checked your chambers again to make sure he hadn’t missed you the first time and asked several of the Heroes that you had summoned if they had seen you. Only one of them saw you headed to the library, muttering something about a lesson and with that answer, he practically darted off.

“Of course,” He thought, “That makes more sense.” He put some of his fears to rest. It made sense to him that you would be learning more about strategy and you did say that you were headed to the library as well. You’ve been trying to improve it for weeks, but lessons? Who was giving you lessons?

It was a question that would soon be answered as he entered the library. He spotted your form on a table in the center of the room. He was wondering how to question you as he approached you, but then he noticed something strange. When he got close, it became clear to him that you’ve fallen asleep.

Your head rested on one arm while your other arm was stretched far across the table as if you were holding something that wasn’t there anymore. Your hood was up, which blocked the light away from your face and it hid all your facial expressions as well.

He was about to shake you awake when he heard a voice from behind him.

“I’ve already tried that.”

He turns around to find the Hero tactician. Robin, nonchalantly putting away a book on the shelf.

“They fell asleep almost about an hour ago. I went to grab another book to look up something and I turn around to find that they’ve fallen asleep. It seemed pointless to keep everything there, so I started to put everything back. Well, at least now I understand more of how Chrom felt.” Robin said.

“I see,” Alfonse said, unsure how to comment on what he said. “Pardon for asking, but have they been coming to the library for the past few weeks?”

“Why yes,” Robin replied, “They’ve been asking me and several others about some advice on strategy as well. Even Virion showed up at one point. Frankly, I don’t know why they’re doing this either. What happened on the battlefield?”

“I’m not sure either,” Alfonse admitted, “They came back a few weeks looking pretty shaken up and the heroes that were with them wouldn’t tell us anything either. I know it may sound pointless to hear me ask this, but do you have any idea as to why they’ve been acting like this?”

“Well...” Robin said, “To tell you the truth, their manner is reminding me of the time when we lost Exalt Emmeryn... After our retreat, I remember spending long days and nights in Regna Ferrox’s library trying to account for every possible outcome that could happen when we would face the Mad King again. Thankfully Chrom and the others talked me out of it or else I might have gone mad myself.”

“You think something like that happened?” Alfonse asked.

“Nothing to that extreme of course,” Robin said, “But something like that yes. Alfonse, do you think they’re a good tactician?”

“Of course,” Alfonse answered, “They’re one of the best and their skill could rival yours.”

“If you think that’s true,” Robin said, “then that’s something you need to tell them. I have a feeling that they would like to hear that from you and maybe we would find out what exactly is going on. Now if you excuse me, I need to take my leave and try a new change of scenery for once. Maybe even catch up with some people from my world. I bid you a good evening Prince Alfonse.”

And with that Robin left the library, leaving the two of you alone. Unsure of what to do, Alfonse tried his original plan of shaking you awake. He put his hand on your shoulder and he shook it.

“...What...” You mumbled.

“Kiran, come on we need to talk,” Alfonse said.

You got off slowly and took off your hood. You rubbed your eyes for a bit and yawned, “What time is it?”

“A bit past 10,” Alfonse answered, “Is this where you’ve been for the past few weeks?”

You stretched your arms, “...Pretty much... Where did Robin go?”

“He wanted to catch up with some Heroes from his world,” Alfonse said, “You fell asleep on him.”

“I-I did. I should apologize to him. I only meant to close my eyes for a second” You yawned, “But that’s good for him.”

“Kiran, what is going on?” Alfonse asked, “You’ve been acting like this for weeks now. What happened out there?”

“I-I don’t want to talk about it.” You replied. “I-it’s not important. L-look, I need to get some sleep, so I’ll see-”

“No,” He said sternly, “Look, you’re one of the best tacticians we ever had and if you’re acting weird then it affects the whole army.”

“I’m sorry if I made anyone worried,” You said, “but I’m fine. I just want to plan some stuff ahead of time that’s all.”

“Kiran,” He said, “Embla hasn’t made its move for a month. Now all of a sudden you want to plan ahead of time? What did you see out there?”

“I-it’s complicated,” You said. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Then tell me so I can.” He said. “We’re partners, aren’t we? You can tell me whatever’s troubling you. You don’t have to face it alone.”

You sigh, “Alright, alright... I’ll tell you. A few weeks ago while I was training the newest Heroes I summoned, we were attacked by the Mysterious Man. As you would expect, we were defeated easily. Before I could summon a light’s blessing like I normally would, he attacked me. Then he went on saying how I was useless if I didn’t learn how to fight and how anyone else would have killed me on the spot. He was so distracted in his monologuing that I managed to summon another set of heroes to fight him instead.”

“So why didn’t any of the Heroes say anything?” Alfonse asked.

“When Heroes are defeated, they don’t remember anything prior to being defeated,” You answered, “And I didn’t tell the second set what actually happened. They just knew I was in trouble.”

“I see,” Alfonse said, “But why didn’t you say anything?”

“I don’t know,” You admitted, “I panicked and I was freaked out and I wanted to make sure nothing like that happened again. It’s just pure luck that I’ve made it this far. I’ve been relying on instinct all this time and I didn’t want to fail again like I did.”

“But you didn’t fail,” Alfonse said, “You’re here, aren’t you? Everyone makes mistakes and people get caught off guard. Did I ever tell you about the chicken incident?”

“The chicken incident?” You ask, “No I don’t recall.”

“Zacharias might actually kill me if I told you,” He admitted, “But when we were younger, there was a village that we visited far from the capital. Me, Sharena and Zacharias were playing with some farm animals when Zacharias accidently tripped on a chicken. Next thing we know, he was getting attacked by a whole bunch of them. Zacharias was picking feathers out of his clothing for weeks after that. Ever since then, we may have threatened to bring that up every time we bribed him into doing something else.”

You were stunned by that revelation. Ever since he was brought up, there was nothing but praise about the missing lancer. Hearing that story made the both of them sound human for once, but you didn’t know whether to laugh or not.

“And your point is?” You asked.

“Like I said,” Alfonse said, “We all have our shortcomings. You don’t have to face it alone. Whether it be chickens or otherwise, we can't predict everything that would be thrown at us. You don't need to beat yourself up about every single mistake. I'm here to help however I can."

"Ok Alfonse," You sighed. You felt a big weight lift off your shoulders. You didn't realize how much you needed to hear that. "Look it's really late... I should get to bed."

"Allow me to accompany you at least." Alfonse said, "You look like you look like you could pass out at any moment."

"Alright," You agreed and together you two left the library.

You hadn’t thought much after that as you absentmindedly fell into his embrace. Unbeknownst to the both of you, however, this was the beginning to show how the walls that you’ve built around your hearts was slowly beginning to crumble.

#ferarepair-week2k17 #ferarepairweek2k17 #kiralfonse #fe alfonse #fe kiran #alfonse x kiran #fire emblem heroes #this is really long

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glowingbadger · 2 years ago

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I hope you're having a nice day :) How about 43 for Virion? That seems fitting and pleasant. Plus, bubbles add joy to any experiance. Oh, and fem reader.

Oh, for sure Virion has a massive and ornately tiled bath with the ledge just lined with soaps and shampoos and perfumes lmao, a bubble bath would be right up his alley.

Ugh at this point I just have to resign myself to the fact that these are going to vary wildly in length lmao

Virion (FE Awakening) x AFAB Reader

Kink prompt list #43 - bath/shower sex

NSFW 18+ V

Foamy bubbles bob playfully across the surface of the water surrounding you as you sit comfortably between Virion's legs, and he meticulously massages away the aches across your shoulders. He's taken to this task like it's his sacred duty, checking in with you often, hands firm yet gently tender. Amidst his lavish treatment, the soothing warmth of the bath, and the heady aroma of floral soaps, you can't help but slump back into his touch. Virion gives a low chuckle, and you gasp softly at the fleeting brush of his lips at the nape of your neck.

"You work yourself far too hard, dearest," he says, his hands running gently down your arms, "What sort of gentleman would allow his lover to labor so arduously?"

"Just because the war's over doesn't mean our work is done, you know that. If anything, it seems there's more to do than ever," your pulse quickens as Virion's lips press to the side of your neck, but you steel yourself to add, "And I know you're working just as hard- you're just better at hiding it."

This time, his subdued laugh sends a shiver across your skin, his breath teasing down your neck.

"Ah, but knowing that I shall greet the evening with you in my arms bolsters my strength and resolve a thousand fold."

Even after all this time, his flattery brings a pink flush to your cheeks. But then his hands begin to wander, and the rest of you begins to warm as well. The suds add a surprisingly erotic slickness to his touch as his caress runs down your sides, pulling you more firmly to him, then running back up to your chest. You gasp out his name as you feel the playful sting of his teeth at the shell of your ear, and he replies with an almost purring hum.

"Our efforts are all the more reason to bask in our leisure together while we are able, wouldn't you agree?"

You arch against him as his hands cup your breasts, slowly and firmly massaging them, soaped fingers gliding across your stiffening nipples. With a groan, you rest your head back onto his shoulder, letting your eyes flutter shut.

"If by that you mean that you're going to fuck me right here and now, then yes," you say with a grin, "I wholeheartedly agree."

Another charming laugh, and now one hand travels down the center of your torso while the other continues to fondle and adore your breasts.

"Your vibrant eloquence never fails to entice me, my love. I am, as ever, utterly at your service."

Despite his flowery tone, you feel his cock press hard against your backside, his body flush with lust, his hands firmer, greedier. Unseen beneath the bath suds, his fingers dip between your plump lower lips to stroke lovingly across your clit, setting your legs trembling in his lap. The slow, erotic motion pulls blissful whimpers from your lips, urging Virion on, as if he needed further motivation.

His fingers playing expertly at the aching little bundle of nerves never cease, building pleasure at your core even as Virion's other hand holds under your thigh to lift you up onto his lap. The water makes his task easier, but you're also reminded that your image-conscious lover never ceased training his body after the war. His arms remain tightly muscled and defined, his hands strong yet dexterous. Your thoughts are quickly drawn elsewhere, however; at this new angle, you feel the hardened head of his member grinding firm between your folds, the tip so tantalizingly close to where you need him.

Your legs tense, your breath panting softly into the quiet of the bath, punctuated by eager little whispers of your lover's name as his touch urges you rapidly towards your climax. You raise a hand to cradle his face behind you, and he nuzzles into your hair in turn. At last, neither of you have need for banter, and when the sensation of his fingers circling and massaging your clit becomes too much, you gladly let the release overtake you. Leaning back against him, you utter a long, luxurious moan at the knot of pleasure comes undone all at once. At this, it seems Virion simply can't help himself. His lips draw to your neck, his teeth worrying at the skin and immediately marking you. His cock throbs longingly against you, pressing to your entrance as the soap and water create an intoxicatingly smooth friction between your bodies.

Moments later, you're still coming down from the electrifying high of your orgasm- yet something tells you he isn't anywhere near done spoiling you tonight.

#virion #virion fire emblem #fire emblem awakening #fire emblem #virion x reader #fire emblem x reader #kink prompts #not sfw #fire emblem smut #feh

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glowingbadger · 3 years ago

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Okay, I know I requested one already, but I looked at the list again and can not get it out of my head. 53 with Virion being the one handcuffed could be quite fun. You know, change up the dynamic a bit.

So the other request was the formal wear one and I've decided to just combine the two lmao so you'll get formal wear and handcuffs and you'll like it

I'm so tired today guys I don't know if anything I'm writing today is any good looool

Virion (FE Awakening) x (mostly GN) Reader

"Aren't you worried about your guests?"

Virion offers you that ever-charming grin from his position on the bed beneath you. Layers of exquisitely tailored finery chosen specially for tonight's gala display him as every bit the refined noble that he is- a stark contrast to the sight of his wrists cuffed above his head.

"Not to worry, darling. I let them know that we would be retiring from the festivities early tonight. My dearest flower was feeling ill, after all, and I am duty bound to tend to you."

"Feeling ill" was all he could come up with? You give a short laugh, but lean over to press a fond kiss to his lips.

"Goodness, if they only knew. I wonder what your high-society friends would think if they could see you like this." Your hands run up his torso, appreciating the dips and swells of firm muscle that you can feel beneath fine silks, "I bet they'd be scandalized."

Virion wears a slanted smirk, though you feel his body arch towards you at your touch.

"Other men dedicate their lives to their goddess. Is it so strange that I offer my heart and body to my own?"

You chew at your lower lip, a faint blush across your cheeks.

"I should have gagged you too- it's not fair that you can still make use of that silver tongue of yours."

With that, you begin to undress him. His overcoat had been abandoned long ago, and now you remove his cravat, undo the buttons of his vest, then, more slowly, those of his shirt. He watches you with those deep, warm eyes as you expose smooth, fair skin and tight muscle. If the growing heat and pressure you can feel between your thighs is any metric, Virion is dearly savoring the opportunity to put himself in your hands. His body tenses at your touch running down his bare torso. Breathlessly, he says,

"Are you certain I cannot convince you to allow me to-"

"Out of the question," you say with a grin, "Your only job until I decide to free you is to behave."

He inhales as you tug down the front of his breeches, freeing his hardened cock with obvious lust in your eyes.

"As you wish, my darling," he breathes out, and relaxes his arms against the binding of the cuffs. Virion watches you with open adoration, ready to surrender. Ready to serve you, to gladly be a tool for your pleasure until you're more than satisfied.

#virion #fire emblem #fire emblem awakening #virion x reader #fire emblem smut #fire emblem x reader #feh #kink prompt

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glowingbadger · 3 years ago

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Open requests right before my birthday! Perhaps we could do an arranged marriage prompt for Virion. Awakening nobility seems more chill than fe3h, but we can pretend.

Well I've definitely missed your birthday by now lmao but I hope it was a good one!!

I feel like I've started getting too caught up in like, actual plot in these arranged marriage pieces, and they end up way too long as a result lmao I promise there's fucking in this eventually.

Side note, this was the piece that finally prompted my fiance to say, "you should really write a regency style bodice ripper romance novel- just take your favorite pretty boy traits and your stern, serious type and you've got a great romantic lead" lmao when I tell you I felt both very seen and very attacked

Virion (FE Awakening) x AFAB/fem Reader

Arranged Marriage

You're well aware that your union to the recently restored Duke of Rosanne is a form of retribution more than anything else. A punishment passed on to you from foolish and cruel parents who placed their faith and their financial support behind a warmongering despot, rather than their tender-hearted Exalt. When, against all odds, the Exalt did indeed triumph, it left your family without their precious conqueror to protect them, and floundering for a way to secure their position. In the end, you were offered to Lord Virion, ostensibly to secure your family's renewed loyalty to the Exalt and his allies, yet you know well enough that the Duke's reputation is not as lofty as it once was. To be made his wife is to be made consort to a coward and a fool.

A marriage of traitors it may be, but you're determined to make something of it. You had never agreed with where your family had placed their allegiance, and you see no reason why their folly should bring your downfall. Rosanne is a beautiful and verdant territory, as rich in crops and greenery as it is in culture, and while its Duke's character may be questionable, but the value of the land and its people is anything but. You've made up your mind to serve the people of this land the way they deserve, rather than turn tail or hole yourself up in a lavish manor.

And you immediately commit yourself to this work. You acquaint yourself with local nobles and advisors of the manor, vetting for yourself which ones can be trusted and relied upon. You gather records of crop yields and economic fluctuation by years, and you visit markets and town centers to learn the perspective of sellers and buyers alike. You very nearly keep yourself busy enough to keep your thoughts from straying towards your husband.

Virion is every bit as beautiful as you'd heard, of course, which is infuriating enough on its own. Silver hair frames a charming smile which is, more often than not, far too genuine for comfort. And there's a shrewdness in his eyes that belies the flippant and foppish bearing he presents. To be entirely honest with yourself, you'd have to admit that you're not certain what to make of the man. His behavior towards you is endlessly gentlemanly; he's practically doting in his efforts to ensure that anything you require is given- and yet, he's asked nothing in return. Or, he hasn't thus far, you remind yourself. One day, when you'd had quite enough of this pampering and affectionate play-acting, you snapped,

"Will you ever tire of this needless fawning, my Lord Husband?" you said with a sharp and bitter edge to your voice, "Beneath all of that pretense, you're only a man like any other. I know your aims, and I won't fall to your flattery."

"My, but my wife is a cunning one," he'd replied, his usual slanted smile in place, utterly unmoved by your harsh words, "So, you have seen through my knavish tactics and deduced that my true goal is to win the most tender and earnest affections of your heart, have you?"

You opened your mouth, then closed it again. Your face burned with frustration, and something else that you refused to entertain. No- you had believed his intentions to be far more base than that.

"That's not what I-"

"Fear not, my dearest lady," he said, his voice like silk gliding across your senses as he took your hand in his and brushed his lips to your knuckles, "A true gentleman knows that to attain a lady's heart is no matter of brute conquest, but the sweetest of negotiations."

It's been weeks since that particular exchange, and you still feel a warm tingling at the back of your hand when you think of it. Infuriating. You won't let him distract you.

And you do well in avoiding interacting with him unnecessarily for some time. Meals and sleep, of course, are shared- but beyond this, you keep yourself busy, and you convince yourself that you don't care in the least what Virion occupies his own time with. Though from time to time, your own efforts in furthering Rosanne's restoration do require the Duke's signature, and it's on one of your rare visits to confirm some routine paperwork that you happen upon him in the midst of an advisory meeting in his study.

It's droll business, you imagine- all of these meetings are. That is, until you hear the scrape of a chair across the floor from beyond the heavy double doors, and Virion's voice, cutting through the air like the point of a rapier.

"I simply must ask you, my good fellow- which bandit camp did you patronize to have this reviewed and approved before bringing it to me?"

"I- pardon me, sir?"

"I ask merely because no civilized person could have possibly drafted this tax proposal," you nearly jump at what sounds like papers slammed onto a desk. You've never heard Virion even slightly perturbed before, let alone the seething fury evident in his voice now.

"This is the most disgraceful display of economic barbarism that I have ever laid my eyes upon. In short, I will not stand for it."

"My Lord," the advisor says with audible strain, "Forgive me, But have you been briefed and informed on the daunting scale of the restorations this manor will have to undergo to even approximate its pre-invasion state?"

"Yes, very well- shall we commission a grand portrait of my divine likeness for the entrance hall? Repair the floors with murals in gemstones and plaster cracked walls in fresco? Then, in two months time, when this land's citizens have rationed and rationed only to lay eyes upon empty cupboards, they can gladly take solace in my own personal splendor and opulence. A feast for the eyes only, perhaps, but a feast nonetheless!"

"Milord has always had a... gift for fanciful expression," his advisor replies flatly. A few footsteps and a brief rustling of paper follows. Then, he goes on, "I warn you, sir: a bleeding heart will drain you dry."

You can hardly believe that a mere financial advisor would speak to his lord in such a way. You've half a mind to push past the oaken doors and... and what? Speak in Virion's defense? A man whom you'd considered near intolerable until this very moment? Your brow creases as you attempt to examine this new feeling, but you're shaken from your thoughts by your husband's voice.

"That may well be the case. But at the very least, I will remain a man who possesses a heart at all."

The silence that follows is tense. Even you can't help but hold your breath from your vantage point beyond the study door. Eventually, the advisor speaks,

"Milord, with... all due respect," his voice is tinged with evident distaste, "I feel it may be necessary to put a point on your current position."

Virion's voice is softer, yet resolute as he replies with clear finality,

"My position is precisely why I will continue to prioritize the well-being of my citizens."

Silence once again- then, footsteps approaching the door. You back away so you don't seem to have been eavesdropping, but you're not able to escape before Virion appears before you. Seeing you, his expression warms and his rigid posture relaxes.

"My dearest Lady, I do hope you were not disturbed at all by that unpleasantness."

"No, I- I just arrived, actually," he stands so near to you, and for the first time, you notice and appreciate the subtle, tasteful scent of his cologne. For a brief moment, you search his gaze for a hint of his thoughts, and you very nearly forget the entire reason you'd come here, "I need your signature," you blurt out abruptly, holding the papers before you.

His smile unwavering, he takes the forms you'd prepared, and without even glancing at them, he says,

"I will have them for you within the hour."

With a short bow, he turns and departs, and you decide not to linger long enough to encounter that insufferable advisor.

The events of that day linger in your mind despite everything you do to keep yourself busy. Virion had clearly examined the tax proposal in question thoroughly for it to have evoked such a strong reaction from him, and yet your own request for additional agricultural financing had been signed and returned to you within the hour, exactly as promised. Had you perhaps won a level of trust from the Duke through your efforts? And what to make of the firm moral stance he seemed to take, seemingly at odds with his reputation as a coward who fled while his vassals fought tooth and nail?

These questions eventually lead you to the small writing desk at the far corner of your shared quarters. It's not long after dinner, and not nearly late enough for bed. You had spent another carefully polite meal avoiding the deep, dark eyes that seemed both jovial and cutting, lest your fluttering heart force you to confront the recent turn in your feelings- and by now, your patience with these contradictory emotions is wearing quite thin. You're not certain what you hope to learn about the man by wandering about the master bedroom. You'd spent as little time here as possible in the past, yet now, the sight of your shared bed brings a few new possibilities to mind that tint your face a deep red.

You'd been so determined to distance yourself from Virion until now. Now, you wonder. You wonder what his hands would feel like at your hips, up your thighs. You wonder how his lips would taste, how he would sound whispering your name. Surely, it would be only natural for a married couple...

Shaking such thoughts from your head, you take a breath and refocus your gaze at his desk. A candle has been burnt to a stub, the inkwell nearly empty. Among piles of written correspondence (some of which bears the seal of the Exalt himself, you note) and heavy tomes on trade and foreign policy, there lies one well-worn book of classical poetry. You smile and run a hand along the cover. At least his sense of culture isn't a mere pretense- he actually knows his material.

Then, something catches your eye. At the corner of the desk, a small pile of papers rests with a note on top bearing your name. Flicking through the papers underneath, you're filled with a sensation of both warmth and disbelief. These are copies of all of the reports you'd requested over the last several months, and more still that it appears are meant to be sent to you in the near future. He's been helping you from the start- guiding your efforts to get Rosanne back on its feet without ever requesting a hint of praise or even gratitude.

The click of the door opening across the room shakes you from your thoughts, and you whip around to see your husband approaching with a curious gaze.

"Ah, I had hoped to have those sent to you this evening, but it appears that you are, as ever, several steps ahead of me," he says, his tone light and conversational.

"You've been helping me all along," you say softly, stepping towards him in turn, "And I've... I've been so cold to you. Why didn't you ever-?"

"Ah, but would you accept my aid, knowing that it came from a craven fiend such as myself?"

"I... I'm so sorry, Virion, I've been so stubborn," you're hardly able to meet his gaze, but he comes near and guides your face toward him with a finger beneath your chin.

"Willful, perhaps, but hardly stubborn. You acted well within reason of what you had been lead to believe, and I saw no need to challenge you when it worked to serve the people of this land. Aside from which," the corner of his mouth curls into a half-grin, "I find I am quite fond of willful women. I have long believed that only a weak-willed man is unable to appreciate a strong-willed woman."

"Answer me one more thing," you have to force the words out now- having him near is stealing your breath and warming you through, "Everything that you said the other day about that tax proposal- that you refused to enact such predatory policies. Was that all true, or just... posturing?"

He nearly laughs, his hand warm along your jawline as he caresses your face. If he's surprised to hear that you had in fact overheard his conversation, it doesn't show in his expression.

"I hardly expected politics to be the poetry that would sway my lady's heart. As to your question, I shall only say that I endeavor to only ever speak truth."

Without another word, you stand up on tip-toe and press your lips to his. He leans into you, an arm wrapping around your waist pulling you to him as he returns your kiss in full. His lips are so wonderfully soft, his scent intoxicating. Yet the way he handles you is gentlemanly still- almost unbearably so. When you part from him at last, you distantly notice that you'd been clinging to the front of his clothes. Your eyes dart conspicuously toward the bed behind you as you softly say,

"I- I had hoped to make amends for these past few months..."

Virion's brow lowers, his expression uncharacteristically grave.

"I will not have you as part of a transaction," his hand cradles your face, "If you offer out of misplaced obligation, then I resolutely refuse. However... be it out of your own true and earnest desire," his voice lowers, his lips so tantalizingly close to yours, "then I swear that I shall commit myself to your pleasure until you have been satisfied countless times over."

You tug him by his clothing back towards the bed with a heated whisper,

"I want you, Virion."

And now it's him guiding you onto the bed amidst a frenzy of kisses and hastily removed clothing. His hands are everywhere, his warm and delicate touch worshipping the curve down your back, the dip of your waist and out along your hips. His lips travel your skin, waking nerves you'd never realized could be so sensitive; he nips just below your jaw, then up the contour of your ear, pulling an unfamiliar range of blissful sounds from you. It's all you can do to keep up with him. Your hands run across broad shoulders and surprisingly muscular arms (you do recall he had been something of an archer), clinging to him as you breathe out his name.

All the while, he murmurs sweet praises into your ear. Beautiful, radiant, mesmerizing, he goes on, and the words swim in your pleasure-dazed mind. His breath hot, voice low and heady, his hands pull you to him as he sucks tender love-bites down your neck and along your collarbone. At some point, you had both discarded the last of your clothing, but you're too caught up in new and incredible sensations to consider this in any way. Long silver hair tickles over-sensitive nerves that have grown so attentive to his every touch and kiss as his lips run a fiery path down your chest.

Then, you feel the warmth of his tongue at one of your stiffened nipples, and your fingers instinctively curl in his hair as you inhale and arch towards him. His lips surround the sensitive nub as his tongue continues to toy with it, his movements firm and rhythmic, the swell of your breasts pressing against him in turn. Virion is an unabashed lover, you're rapidly realizing; gentlemanly of course, yet anything but shy. Once he's spoiled both of your breasts similarly, stimulating your nipples, kissing and biting flushed flesh until you're panting for breath above him, you vaguely become aware of his hand at your inner thigh.

Your nails drag down his chest as you gasp out,

"More- Virion, please-"

He lets out a shuddering groan, then kisses you deeply, the movements of his tongue slow and erotic. When he parts from you, he remains so close that his lips graze yours as he whispers,

"Goddess above, that I would receive the honor of hearing my name spoken in such a way from one so divine..."

Virion lays beside you, and gently, his fingers press between your soft lower lips, coating them in your arousal until they glide slick across your clit. You inhale and arch towards him again, and he uses the opportunity to loop his free arm under your waist, pulling you against him and never turning his gaze from your expressions. Two fingers surround your clitorus and massage the tender nerves at a steady, rhythmic pace. Pleasure builds rapidly, forcing eager little gasps and moans past your lips, yet before long, these are smothered in deep, adoring kisses. Your fingers comb through his hair as his lips and fingers make love to you in tandem, the hot and restless need for release already building within you.

Your first orgasm rushes through you suddenly and all at once. Trembling thighs twitching in around his hand, your body tenses, then relaxes into Virion's arms as he pushes you rapidly over the edge with fingers steadily stroking your hardened clit. Blinking your eyes back into focus, you whimper his name and pull him down to kiss you, though his touch between your legs never eases.

"Forgive me, dearest," he murmurs, once more kissing along the contour of your jaw, "I don't believe I can possibly allow you to rest, having been granted a taste of something so terribly exquisite."

You haven't even fully recovered from your first climax before those two long fingers press to your gushing wet entrance. With a breathy moan, you feel him push into you slowly, his fingers parting you carefully until they're stroking you deep inside. He handles you as expertly as a bowstring, strong and dexterous fingers pulsing and massaging a range of tender spots within your heat- and without time to come down from your first orgasm, you know you're headed for a second before long.

"Virion-!" his lips are at your neck again, his kisses both achingly sweet and unmistakably lustful. His fingers curl up inside of you, firmly rubbing the tender nerves behind your clit. If you weren't so swept up in the dizzying pleasure, you may have been embarrassed by how easily this man makes you cum. Instead, you tilt your head back on the pillow and whimper out his name as the tingling sensation rises through your core and release takes you again.

This time, he does grant you a moment's rest. His warm gaze levels on you as he pulls his fingers from your now quite soaked pussy and you eventually manage to regain yourself. It's only now that you finally have a moment to view and appreciate his body. As you'd notice before, his arm and shoulder muscles are surprisingly developed and toned for someone of his lithe stature. He's clearly taken good care of himself after the war- battle scars have faded and healed nicely across smooth, fair skin, and every inch of him is well groomed and elegant. Your face warms at the sight of his manhood, harder and a fair bit larger than you'd expected, though he's given no indication that he means to seek out his own gratification.

He speaks your name softly, a hand at your cheek turning your eyes to him.

"Say the word and I shall press you no further. Even the covetous flame you have ignited in me can be quelled."

"Virion, I need you to fuck me," you half-moan to him, the words coming before you can mold them into anything more refined. He gives a low chuckle in reply and moves atop you on all fours.

"I have always admired that frankness about you," he says, before drawing you into another impassioned kiss. Your bodies move in tandem until your legs wrap around his hips and one of his hands laces fingers with yours. Silken hair spills over his shoulders above you, and he never takes his eyes from yours as he aligns the head of his cock between your folds. Then, with a slow and firm push of his hips, you both breathe out a sigh in unison as his length drives into your wet heat. Suddenly, you feel abject pity for the you of the past, who wanted so dearly to distance yourself from this man.

With steadily deeper thrusts, Virion grinds his member into the squeezing contours of your pussy, fitting you around him and sending rolling waves of pleasure through your core. Gasps and moans occasionally break through your kiss, but still you find yourself returning to his lips over and over. You feel his abdomen tighten and flex with each push of his hips, you feel his breath come heavier amidst his kisses, but more than anything, you feel his cock swell and throb deep inside of your tight, clinging cunt. The slick of your prior orgasms coats him, welcoming him deeper, allowing Virion to fuck into you to the base with each pass. With each moment of delicious friction, your bodies adore one another and you find some new, incredible angle or sensation. Before long, your mutual sighs of pleasure fill the bedroom, and you free your hand from his only to wrap both arms around him. Your nails down his back send a shiver through him, and his head sinks onto the pillow beside you as his thrusts deepen.

"I... I am not certain... ho- how much of this I can endure..." he confesses, his breath hot along the shell of your ear, "You are beyond perfection, darling..."

You're surprised he can remain so talkative even now, but his body shows the sincerity of his words. With each sway of his hips, he hardly pulls away from you anymore- only enough to chase that incredible pressure and friction that you both need, as though he can't bear to leave your body for a moment. The head of his cock hits your core, bulging veins grinding against you. One hand steadies him on the mattress, but the other grips firmly at your hips, holding you against him and relishing in the sensation of your skin beneath his touch.

"Don't hold back-" you whimper out to him, "I... I wanna feel... my husband cum for me..."

"Aah..." his lips seek out the crook of your neck, nuzzling against you as his thrusts become harsh and uneven, "You are... too cruel, madame..."

With this, you feel him hold deep inside, his full length buried into you as it swells and twitches, and his climax spills out deep within you. Your body burns and aches, your thighs tremble, but Virion presses messy, impassioned kisses to your throat as he pumps you full of his release, and some hazy part of you wishes this sensation could last forever. But in a few dazed moments of panting, whimpering bliss, you each manage to catch your breath and come down from the incredible high of mutual pleasure.

When he pulls himself from you at last, Virion settles at your side and pulls you to him by the waist. You smile and lean against him, and he raises a hand to delicately brush stray hair from your face.

"I feel I've been thoroughly spoiled," you say, your eyes matching the warmth in his, "I should have done more for you."

"Ah, but I have made myself clear, my lady. Pleasure born of obligation is no pleasure at all."

You put on a fake-pout of sorts, your tone a contrast to how tenderly you run your fingers along the sharp line of his jaw.

"Perhaps I wasn't completely wrong about you. You can be quite difficult after all."

Virion gives a short laugh through his nose, then takes your hand in his and places a gentle kiss atop your knuckles.

"Always with a purpose, my dear. In politics, to serve my people- and in love, to serve you."

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glowingbadger · 3 years ago

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I have returned for some Virion content and I have a cute idea, so hear me out. So, there's a grand ball and the reader could use some help getting ready. Luckily, Virion is in his element so he can help them with their hair and whatnot. This is of course innocent, but sill intimate, so in discovering how natural the closeness feels they also start to realize the depths of their feelings. I hope this makes sense, thank you for your time :)

Honestly astonishing that this came up in my queue as we were just chatting here a bit about Virion lol. And this is such a super sweet idea!! He'd absolutely be the gentleman and help you in any way you need~

Virion (FE3H) x Reader ("fem" clothing, no pronouns)

SFW - fluff

"And then this ties to... this, I think? But underneath this one... Ugh, I can't reach the- how do-??" You let your arms flop to your sides in frustration, your evening dress a fluffy, elegant mound of fabrics, ties and laces loosely hanging from your hips. You can already hear the distant rumble of fine heeled shoes on tile and carefully amicable conversation from the ballroom downstairs, carrying through the tastefully lavish halls of Castle Ylisse. With a scrunched up, irritable look at the mirror in your guest accommodations, you think for a moment that perhaps no one will notice if you choose not to make an appearance at the post-war celebrations. That is, until a knock at the bedroom door startles you far more than it should have.

"Er- yes?" You call, scrambling to gather at least the front of the dress up to guard your body.

"Y/N? I'd hoped to check on you- is everything quite alright?"

Virion's familiar voice calls from the other side, causing your heart to perform some uncomfortable maneuver in your chest. You do your best to ignore it, holding your clothing more tightly to your front.

"Oh, uh, yes- I'm fine, it's fine," you say with a stilted laugh. Even past the door, you can hear his skeptical hum.

"Do you... require assistance?" you can sense him struggling to be tactful, "If so, you know that I am more than happy to lend my aid."

"Well..." you trail off with a sigh. It seems unfair to make Virion act as your personal maid out of your own ignorance of noble fashion sensibilities. Unfair and humiliating.

"I... was honestly thinking that maybe I'd sit tonight out," you say, your voice fading with each word. Virion repeats your name, this time with an evident note of remorse. After a moment of quiet, he replies,

"You know that I consider it beneath my gentlemanly bearing to press you toward something you would not find palatable. However, as for my own perspective... I believe the evening would be sorely lacking without you."

Your jaw tightens and you let the silence between you linger for a time as you collect your thoughts and your courage. Then, carefully so as not to reveal your state to any passersby, you crack the door open and look up at Virion with pleading eyes,

"Uhm... would you help me, please?"

His smile is warm and earnest as he glides through the half-parted doorway,

"It would be an honor and a privilege."

To your immense relief, you had more or less layered and arranged the various parts of your ensemble correctly, and had been merely overthinking this part of the process. Virion circles you as you hold everything in place as well as you can, occasionally ruffling fabric or smoothing out a crease. Then, with a satisfied nod, he guides you to a cushioned bench before the mirror, turning it lengthwise so he can situate himself comfortably behind you.

"Now, all you need do is sit still for me," he instructs gently, awaiting your nod of affirmation before reaching for the laces at your back. You must have made a sorry mess of this part- deft hands travel the length of your spine undoing all of the lacing you'd attempted before beginning anew. Yet all the while, brushes of his graceful fingers across your skin, or even from atop fine silks, send your pulse pounding up to your throat.

And despite yourself, your mind wanders. From years mastering the bow, his hands are agile yet strong, and he must take quite good care of them, as the skin is not nearly as calloused as you'd expect of someone fresh from the warfront. Then, just as your mind begins to wander with these observations, carrying you toward thoughts of those hands doing away with this restrictive clothing, the room suddenly feels entirely too quiet.

"I'm, uh, really not used to this sort of thing," you say stiffly, straightening your posture somewhat abruptly, "fancy clothes like this, I mean. These are just on loan, in fact. It's... pretty different from spending our days from battlefield to battlefield, huh."

Virion chuckles a bit wryly, his breath tickling stray hair around your neck,

"Ah, my dear, there are those of us who are all too familiar with this sort of battle. It could be argued that they are every bit as cut throat as those we have grown accustomed to of late."

It seems a bit of an exaggeration, but when you consider the political negotiations known to occur at such formal events, you think perhaps you understand what he means to imply.

"There we are," he says after a moment to observe his handiwork. Already, you can see the outfit coming together into something far more appealing in the mirror. You're about to thank Virion and allow him on his way when, to your surprise, you feel his touch at your waste.

"Vir-?"

"Ease back towards me just a smidge- there we are, exactly like that," he says when you're so near to him that you can feel the warmth of his breath at your ear. Then, before you can question him, he leans forward to take the comb from the bureau, and begins carefully tending to your hair. His motions feel so natural and look like a coordinated dance, but all you can think of is the divine rush you feel each time his fingers graze your back, your neck, your scalp. If you could, you're certain you'd be purring.

Naga above. You'd acknowledged long ago that you found the man handsome, but you hadn't expected how easily he could set your body burning and your heart racing.

You're a commoner. And he's only an ally. You scold yourself, struggling to tamp down the embers in your heart that won't stop glowing, He's doing you a favor so you don't embarrass yourself and reflect poorly on the others.

Somehow, you manage to survive Virion's expert care of your hair without combusting on the spot. Once his work is done, he runs those delicate fingers down the length of a loose lock framing your face. Surely the caress along your cheek as his hand passes must be entirely incidental.

"You are quite a vision, my dear," he murmurs, his voice soft and strangely low.

"As long as I don't make a fool of myself... I mean," you take a moment to turn your head this way, then that, observing Virion's handiwork in the mirror, "Don't get me wrong, you've done beautifully, Virion- I just don't know if fancy stuff like this really... suits me."

"You do all of this finery a great service by deigning to tolerate it, I assure you," he says with a grin. You can't even begin to formulate an adequate reply to such flattery. Fortunately, he saves you the trouble by breaking the following silence,

"All that remains is your makeup. Would you turn to face me?"

You follow his gestures as he guides you to sit facing him, your legs tucked to the side and your body rigid in place. Virion takes a moment to survey the bureau drawer, scrutinizing the scattered collection of powders, rouges, and so on, until he settles on a choice few items that have evidently met his criteria.

Then, face to face on the conspicuously too-small bench, he lifts your chin with a finger, urging you to meet his gaze. This innocuous gesture nearly fractures your restraint. He's so near, his touch so familiar and unabashed. It would take so little, you think- the slightest suggestion from those soft lips and you'd crumble into his arms. The very realization floods you with warmth and shame. But he seems so confident, so composed. Working quickly with whatever makeup brushes lie at hand and his selected pigments, he's crafted a natural yet sophisticated look for you before long. You think, at first, that you've kept up appearances. Then, he meets you with a charming smile and says,

"Why, your lovely complexion already bears the most becoming blush. I think that perhaps we can forgo rouge, hm?"

You attempt something like a pout,

"It's not fair to tease me, you have the advantage here."

Virion only chuckles once more, the very sound setting your pulse rushing all over again.

"I beg your forgiveness," he says, setting the makeup and brushes aside. Then, turning towards you once more, he brings a hand to fondly run the curve of your jaw, "I find something about you causes me to be rather ungentlemanly from time to time."

He's close. So dearly, temptingly close. Virion leans towards you with half-lidded eyes, his expression entirely at odds with the flippant tone of his words. Your voice is a near-whisper when you say,

"I... don't think I mind, actually."

Virion's eyes flicker downward for the briefest moment. His hand stalls at your cheek, cupping your face gently. Then, he inhales, his elegant brow furrows, and he straightens his posture,

"One must not rush for the spoils before the battle is won..." he mutters, withdrawing his hand abruptly. You blink rapidly and shake your head a bit, as though this could possibly help clear your head or calm your heart. His words can't even begin to make sense in your frazzled mind, but once again, Virion spares you from formulating a clever reply.

He guides you to your feet, more out of propriety than necessity. Then, clearing his throat, he says,

"Well then, shall I await your radiant appearance in the grand hall?"

You catch his sleeve before he can turn from you,

"I'd... actually like to go down now. With you. I- I'm ready, I think."

His smile at this is disarmingly warm,

"It would be my greatest honor to escort you."

"And- one other thing, Virion," you say as you both head towards the door, "Is there any way I can thank you for your help? I'd really like to- it... means a lot to me."

Rather than answer immediately, he takes your hand in his and raises it to his lips. They brush your knuckles delicately, and his warm breath flutters over your skin when he says,

"A dance. That is all I ask."

"Just a dance?" you reply with an eyebrow quirked upward.

"My dear, it's hardly 'just a dance'," he replies, guiding your hand to the crook of his arm, "Need I remind you, we are about to step on to yet another battleground. And I plan to earn my victory with bravery, grace, and nobility."

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