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aroejumping · 1 year
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risen king
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squeaky-potat · 1 year
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You have no power here, Chrom.
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quralight · 1 year
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Awakening!!
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Okay so I bought a mini dakimakura keychain of Chrom/Fell Exalt Chrom with the thought that it would be the perfect size for my Grima plushies and boy was I ever right. My brain is being flooded with every neurotransmitter right now. This is the best idea I've ever had and I am so so so happy.
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mikaharuka · 7 months
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Melle et Felle - Official Post
Heyo everyone! This was one of two fics I wrote for the AU Exchange, written for @the-midnight-post (who has excellent taste, by the way)!
While I was working on my original assignment, I noticed a request for MM Chrom/Robin! You see, that ship is a bit special to me.
Long story short, I wasn't much of a shipper at first. Sure, I was fine going along with whatever was presented to me, but I never really cared much for shipping. And then, FE Awakening and MM Chrobin crashed into my life and I was caught up in everything! It inspired me to actually look more seriously at fandom and fanworks in general. This ship was one of the first dominoes, leading to where I am today!
[As a side note, the other fic I wrote was Ktêma es Aieí, in my Winter Light Verse, based on Twilight and Life and Death. That post is here!]
Title: Melle et Felle
Fandom: Fire Emblem Awakening
Ship: Chrom/Robin, Chrom/Grima (Robin-Grima is the same person)
Rating: Explicit
Category: M/M
Word Count: 1000 words
Summary: Chrom's light is a honey-sweet venom that transcends fate.
Notes: Although no archive warnings apply, this fic is one of my more ambiguous ones. It was written for the AU Exchange, and features an unreliable narrator, possessive behavior, and a descent into madness.
You may be interested? @mrsmungus, @udaberriwrites, @magma-saarebas19, @aislinnstanaka, @lena-hills, @bees-and-sunshine @bleepbloopbotz, @sliebman10, @axolotlsupremacyowo, @0nelittlebirdtoldme, @kayedium-writes, @hylianjo
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maris-stella · 1 year
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(also on Twitter)
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secretlykoishi · 3 months
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My fucking God, can you imagine how much of a twist it would be in Awakening if Chrom actually died when Robin stabbed him and the rest was up to Lucina?
Like Robin accidentally kills Chrom for real and then the last 3 chapters are now driven by a distraught and desperate Lucina. This would be even better if Robin (female or male) is married to Lucina for extra drama points but this still works even if they're just friends.
Like imagine you're Lucina, your wife is Robin, and you figure out she's the one who will kill your dad. You know you have to kill her, and she accepts it, just asking you to find someone else to love so you're not alone. But you can't kill her, you love her too much. And your dad comes in and says it's okay, Robin won't kill him, she's strong enough to overcome it. So, naturally, you trust and out your faith in your dad and your wife.
Then, it happens. Your wife isn't able to stop herself. She isn't able to weaken herself. In spite of all her efforts, Robin ends up killing your dad. Obviously she's mortified and feels guilty to no end, but she still wasn't able to stop herself. Your goal of saving your father was fruitless. And worst of all, you don't even have time to grieve. Grima is still coming, and now it falls to you and your wife—who is also reeling from her accidental murder of her best friend and your father—to stop him.
And you then are faced with the choice of either putting Grima to sleep or having Robin kill him. Robin, who is your wife, but also killed your father, would most likely be lost to the attack too. There's no good option. Everything is painful. Do you agree to let Robin do it, losing your wife and the other mother of your son, but indulging the potential desire to punish the one who killed your father? Or do you discourage her, try to save your wife and the other mother of your son, but know that Grima will come back? No matter what, there's rough emotions to work through.
Anyway yeah I love this super angsty idea and I may write about it some time.
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randomkposts · 1 year
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And still our bonds give me strength
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Married Chrobin Risen King Chrom. (Grima is possessive)
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"I know in our vows, we said -till death do us part- but now that it was a reality, I find that limiting." Grima tells him, almost conversationally.
Chrom kneels and listens, his vocal chords not yet recovered enough to speak.
"You are mine, you are my husband. And I am a god. Why should I have to loose you for good, when I can have you right here beside me? Life is meaningless, but our bonds give us strength. And our bond is unbreakable."
Chrom's skin is pale in death, and his eyes red, but that does not matter to Grima. A crown is placed on Chroms head, as a kiss is placed on his mouth.
"Go bring me the other Shepards, my love. We have another war to fight togther. And just like last time, you will lead them."
A sword is offered , and Risen King Chrom accepts it and rises, resolve burning.
He will not fail.
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chell level w me for a min . grima fell king chrom dp
I'LL LEVEL WITH U WHILE THESE EVIL BICHES LEVEL UR HOLES
Focuses on a female reader~
🔞 Warning: contains themes of unhealthy possessive behavior, dub-con, and breeding/impregnation! 🔞
"If conquest of the land is within sight, surely the next step for a king would be to bear an heir, no?"
It was a question that Grima posed to Chrom--lips curled into a devious smirk, his voice husky and sinister.
For his inquiry was actually meant to be a teasing threat directed at you.
After all, you were trapped.
Stuck in the middle between both Grima and Chrom, stuffed full with both of their cocks while they continued to ravage you mercilessly.
The former--whose villainy was known from the beginning--took much pleasure in your feeble whines as he continued to spear the full length of his dick into your ass and mark your neck with his fanged teeth.
As for the latter, he commanded a possessive grip on your hips while he proceeded on with slamming into your core. His eyes--at once an ocean blue--were now a deep crimson, gazing at you not as one would affectionately do their love, but as a mere object for him to claim and own.
It was his descent into darkness that made for a heartbreaking plummet for you to bear witness, and was was why you dared to brave the path to the lair where he had gone to conspire with the Fell Dragon to rebel against the Order of Heroes.
Against you.
Chrom let out a grunt as he reinforced his hold on your hips, sparing not a moment more to quicken the already vigorous pace he was pounding into your core by. His darkened eyes staring right into yours, he declared, "The Fell Army will need capable heirs to lead us to our rightful victory. Your body, your womb, your future--all will be in service to our will."
While you were left to grab onto his shoulders helplessly, your heart torn and your body overwhelmed, Grima let out a delighted cackle as he eagerly joined in thrusting into you even harder as well.
"Oh, how I long for the day when those fools at the Order of Heroes finally arrive for your rescue, Summoner! Their beacon of hope now reduced to a pitiful whore whose only purpose is to be bred and bear heirs!"
His gloved hand trailed to the back of your head as he pushed you forward, making your lips slam right onto Chrom's. He soon brought his lips to your ear as he chanted hauntingly,
"So break for us now! Break for us! Break for us! Break for us!"
You shuddered, your body trembling as you braced for yet another orgasm.
How desperately you tried to cling to hope as it quickly slipped through your fingers.
Soon, you would have no other choice but to cling onto these heartless men instead.
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starburstdragon · 1 year
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It's my birthday watch my Chrobin video
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kumeko · 10 months
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A/N: For the Tactician’s Soliloquy zine! I tried to capture as many different flavours of Robin (well, Chrobin, really, but shhhh). Thank you FeH for giving me so many Robin outfits to work with.
Chrom was a fool.
Even in this strange new world of Askr, there were certain truths that remained the same. People were weak, Grima was powerful, and Chrom was a fool. If it weren’t for the summoner’s powers, binding Grima’s soul as tightly as chains, they would have razed this world twice over. There would have been no need to go home; whether Grima ruled Ylisstol or Askr, it didn’t matter.
Instead, they were forced to stay their hand as a festival raged around them. Grima’s hand curled into a tight fist, claws digging into their palm as coddled children ran about, barely supervised by their amused parents. Lovers flitted about, winning prizes and sharing candy. Other heroes and villains went about, softened by their time in this foreign land.
As though all of this weren’t bad enough, they were forced into this ridiculous costume on the whims of the summoner. It was a garish thing, furry ears, gloves, and boots to give the image of a wolf. Even their cloak had changed, leaving her in some strange shirt and shorts.
Grima wasn’t amused by any of this in the least.
The second the invisible restraints loosened, Grima would tear off the whole thing. They might even murder the summoner and everyone who had witnessed them in such a weakened state. First though, they’d kill the man standing in front of them.
“Robin?” Chrom asked, expression open and accepting as he slowly stepped forward. He looked exactly the same as he had decades ago, when he had been more prince than king, more novice than warrior. A man just barely tempered by the war that threatened to tear his country apart. “Can we talk?”
If Chrom weren’t a fool, he would have realized his time was numbered instead of approaching them a third time that night.
Then again, if Chrom weren’t a fool, he wouldn’t have approached Grima in the first place.
“I told you to leave me alone,” Grima growled, biting their cheek as a flash of pain, as quick as lightning, shot through their head. When they’d killed Chrom all those years ago, that should have been the end of it. There had been no one else out there who could have reawakened the slumbering vessel. There had been no one else to get in their way as they conquered the continent.
Naga must have been up to her schemes again. It was the only explanation Grima had for getting summoned to Askr, to a world that not only had Chrom, but was in fact teeming with him. Grima had seen at least five so far this night. One was dressed in a ridiculous outfit like theirs, and perhaps Grima should be grateful that they were dressed as a wolf instead of a weak rabbit. Another Chrom had looked like the king he could have been, in another world where Grima hadn’t succeeded.
Every single one of them had stopped Grima, reaching out with warm hands. No matter how they dressed, no matter when or where they’d come from, they were still unmistakably Chrom.
There was a streak of kindness to them all that would get them killed.
That had gotten them killed.
“I know. I still hope we can talk.” Chrom smiled sadly.
“What is there to talk about?” Grima snorted scornfully. As usual, the fool tried where he shouldn’t and believed in what wasn’t there. It was tiring. “There is nothing binding you and I. We are strangers.”
He fell silent before shaking his head. “That isn’t true.”
Briefly, Grima contemplated just walking away like last time. Yet, that hadn’t been enough to stop Chrom—any of them—from approaching Grima yet again. The summoner wouldn’t let them kill him. Chrom wouldn’t give up without a conversation. If they didn’t deal with this soon, Grima’s entire time on Askr would be spent dodging Chrom.
The only way to end this was to just let him have his spiel.
As stubborn as Chrom was, there was no other way to get him to back away. Grima resisted the urge to rub their forehead; the sooner this was over, the sooner the headaches would disappear. Taking the bait, they asked, “How?”
Chrom stared at them, surprised, before gathering his wits. “You are Robin, that’s enough to bind us. No matter what world you come from, no matter how different our pasts or how deeply you’ve buried yourself, that doesn’t change.”
How simple it sounded from his mouth. It couldn’t be anything further from the truth. Grima reminded him, “I am not your Robin.”
“Even then.” Chrom smiled softly, undeterred. “You are still Robin. There is no world where that is not true.”
Grima clicked their tongue, annoyed. “I am not Robin at all—that bond belonged to them. I am Grima. There is no connection between us but that of blood and death. Your death.”
“I don’t believe that.” His eyes were filled with an unreadable emotion as he stepped forward, his hand rising. “It might be small, it might be quiet, but I can still hear Robin’s voice in yours.”
His fingers brushed Grima’s cheek, sending a jolt through their spine, and they flinched. “Don’t.”
They stepped back, before Chrom could do anymore. Grima gripped their cheek, claws digging into their skin. They’d felt this once before, after they’d pierced Chrom’s chest. Chrom’s expression had been just as impossible to understand then. His voice had trembled, his cool hands shaking as he had cradled Grima’s cheek.
It’s not your fault.
A useless memory. A relic that should have been lost long ago.
Yet.
Yet.
In Grima’s world, there was no one strong enough to defeat them, no powers that could defend against them—even with Naga’s blessings, the world was a wasteland. Grima had spent years wiping out any resistance or signs of power. Nothing would defeat them. Nothing.
Yet this single connection, this lone memory was a weak point, digging into Grima like a thorn.
Like the moon pulled into earth’s orbit, they couldn’t get away from Chrom no matter how hard they tried.
“Why…” Grima dug their claws in deeper, until blood dribbled down their cheek.
Worried, Chrom stepped forward, gently prying Grima’s hand off their cheek. “We need to get that checked. Are you okay?”
“Don’t,” Grima repeated, a warning growl erupting as they pulled free from Chrom’s burning touch.
They had enough memories haunting them without adding another.
Without a second thought, Grima plunged into the suffocating crowds in the festival, walking faster and faster until they couldn’t feel Chrom’s stare anymore. When this blasted festival was over, they’d force the summoner to send them back.
Somewhere within them, they felt a shard of Robin, of their vessel stirring, and Grima gritted their teeth.
For all of his idiocy, Chrom had been right.
There was a connection between them.
Grima would just have to make sure to kill it again.
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Master List: Fire Emblem Awakening
Chrom: not sfw; All Tied Up, “Is it so wrong to want you to only smile at me? It feels weong but I can’t help but feel that way.”, the summoner is a single mother to a 3 yr old girl and Chrom cannot help but have huge dad energy,
Cordelia: trans Cordelia, not sfw; first time together,
Gangrel: first fic I ever posted on this blog!, sometimes Sydney can write things for herself. as a treat, Vengeance; a 10k oneshot about how much I love Gangrel,
Grima: sometimes a dragon can be soft, “You’ve got me wrapped around your finger.”, your love is enough for me, Chimerical, “Next time they touch what’s mine I’ll rip their fucking arms off.”, Teaching Traditions,
Priam: cute early mornings,
Robin: “You told me you love me you can’t take that back“,
Tharja: Stay a little while longer,
Walhart: “You think I’m watching you? Don’t flatter yourself.”
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quralight · 8 months
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new Robin's outfit, so cute😚💕
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So if Chrom gets dragon traits post-awakening (ritual) does that make him even sexier to Grima you think?
Yes it does and Grima is so mad about it. They are supposed to be having a final battle to the death; this is NO time to be sexy. Chrom doesn't even know he's sexy and that makes it worse. He opens his mouth to tell Grima off for trying to kill everyone and he's very confused as to why Grima has suddenly started listening to him now of all times. But in fact Grima is not listening. Grima is staring at Chrom's new fangs and thinking about the two of them wrestling and biting each other and and and
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darrenellisdessins · 1 year
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[reupload from october 2022]
wanted to do something with a darker tone than I use to do.
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chromunist · 7 months
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Grima x Risen Chrom based off Paulo e Virginia by Alessandro Puttinati
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