#edmund oc
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Catch the queen
yandere!king OC x fem reader
Summary: you're fleeing the evil king and hide in the village, hoping to blend in before you can run away for real. Edmund loses his mind and decides to lure you out with fire.
Warnings: yandere, arson, knives, harassment, drunk men, isolation, behading, corpses, a bit of Stockholm symdrome, hints of abuse, name calling
Word count: 4k.
Edmund’s arms are like suffocating cages. Everytime his hands touch you, you lose the ability to breathe. His kisses feel like fire and burn your skin every time they press against you. You can’t take it anymore. You don’t want to be his pretty doll.
You have nothing planned, but you know that you need to be quiet and run the fastest you possibly can.
Quietly, you get out of his arms. They’re difficult to bend off of you, but finally, they loosen up. You’re careful not to step on any creaky floor planks as you try to dress yourself. Covering yourself in a dark blue cloak and your body in a warm dress is normally a hard task, but near impossible now that you have to look over your shoulder and try to make your trembling hands cooperate. You grab your dagger, a gift from Edmund. He wants you to be able to protect yourself if he’s ever away from you.
Edmund twists and turns in bed. He never stays still unless he holds you in his arms. You have to get out of here before he realizes that you're no longer in his embrace. Guards are walking through the mighty corridors, but you do your best to avoid them all and sink into dark corners when they pass by. Heart beating loudly in your ears. A part of you regrets ever trying to leave. They’ll notice you soon enough and then you’ll have to get down on your bare knees and beg forgiveness from Edmund. He’ll revel in it and you can’t stand seeing that satisfied smirk on his face when he once again gets what he wants.
Finally. Finally, you manage to leave the castle. A fresh breeze hits your face. WIthout looking back, you run. But where? The forest is deep and dangerous at night. Thieves hide where to get away from the royal knights. If they noticed you, you'd be their hostage. Edmund would get you back to every price and you'd be right back where you started. You have to blend in to get away. You have to go to the village.
It’s late at night and you doubt that anyone is up to help you. No lights are shining in the windows and all doors are locked. The streets are as empty as the grave. You pull the cloak closer to your body. What should you do? It’s not safe to be out on the countryside roads during the night. You can’t leave the village in the middle of the night and even if you do, the chances of your legs giving up before you reach another is too big to take.
You run through the dark alleyways, looking for somewhere to spend the night. Tomorrow morning when the sun rises, you’ll move on. It’s dangerous to stay in the same kingdom as Edmund. He’ll find you too quickly.
You find a barn where you decide to spend the night. Carefully, you lay down in the hay and grass, making yourself comfortable. You shiver at the cold air and hug yourself to keep yourself warm. It takes an hour until you finally fall asleep.
Drunken male voices wake you up a while later.
“Oh, look at this”, one slurs. “A woman. Let’s have some fun.”
You freeze and reach for the dagger Edmund’s given you, ready to go to attack.
“What’s a pretty lady doing here?” another one asks, sounding just as drunk. He hiccups. “Did we get a blessing? Oh, we’re so lucky.”
You hurry up from your hiding place and try to make a run for it, but the two men grab you.
“Don’t leave yet”, they purr drunkenly. “We’re not done yet.”
You breathe out in stress and give the men deadly glares. Something clears up in their dull eyes.
“Holy shit, it’s the queen!” one of them gasps.
They’ll have to let you go now, you think.
“We’re really lucky then”, the other one says.
You sigh and squeeze your eyes shut. Quickly, you kick the man in front of you and stab the one behind you with your dagger, leaving it behind. The two of them grunt and fall down on the dirty floor. You run for your life out of the barn and into the dark village. The men run behind you and you know that you have to get away before they find you again. You duck into someone’s backyard and hide behind a bush. The two men run past you. You gulp. Is this how things will be from now on? You sniffle and hide your face in your cloak’s sleeve.
“Why are you crying?” a tiny voice asks.
You look up and see a little boy hugging a teddy bear. He’s standing in front of you. You hadn’t seen him, he blends into the night air.
“I’m scared” you whisper and force a smile. “Do you live here?”
The boy nods.
“I’m sorry for trespassing. I needed to hide from those bad men who followed me.”
“Are you really the queen?”
“Yes.”
“Why aren’t you in the castle?”
You wipe your tears carefully.
“I’m playing hide and seek with the king”, you whisper. “I can’t let him find me or he’ll win.”
“I can help you!”
You smile slightly and caress the little boy’s cheek.
“I can’t let you get involved”, you sniffle. “The king is a sore loser, he’ll be mad if someone helps me. He’ll think I’m cheating.”
In more ways than one.
“I’m not a sore loser!” the boy smiles.
“That’s good”, you say. “Edmund could learn from you.”
“I want to be king one day!”
“I think you should be one. You seem like a smart king.”
“Leon, who are you talking to?” a female voice asks from the back door. “You should be sleeping!”
“Mom, mom! The queen is here!”
“Leon, don’t lie-”
You stand up and the woman gasps. She’s wearing a brown, cheap dress with her head in a messy bun.
“Y-Your majesty!” she stutters and bows. “Leon, go inside.”
The little boy runs past his mother and leaves you with his mother. The woman hurries over to you.
“Your majesty, why are you here?” she asks. “Are you alright?”
“I’m … I’m hiding”, you whisper. “I have to get away from here.”
“Do you need anything? Can I get you something? Are you hungry?”
You can feel your stomach rumble slightly and nod shyly. The woman smiles and nods at the back door.
“Come here, I’ll get you something to eat.”
You follow the woman into the little house and into an even smaller kitchen. She walks over to the stove and starts to prepare something that smells like childhood. In a few minutes she places a bowl of hot porridge on the table in front of you. You take a spoonful.
“I apologize if it’s bad”, she says nervously. “I know that you’re used to high class dishes.”
“No, I like it. It reminds me of my mothers cooking. I miss that.”
Leon runs over to the table. You pet his hair with a smile. The woman sends him to bed.
“Why are you up?” you ask the mother. “It’s late …”
“I know”, she sighs sadly. “But I get so worried when my husband is out and about. I can’t go to sleep before he’s home. It seems to disrupt Leon too. He insists on staying up with me, but I’d rather not have him see his father’s state.”
“How old is he?”
“Four.”
“He’s adorable.”
“My queen, can you tell me why you’re out hiding? Has something happened?” She shakes her head. “Forgive me for asking. I shouldn’t.”
“It’s okay. It’s just … some things. All you need to know is that I have to get away from here.”
“Where are you going?”
“I don’t know, I’m not sure yet. Away from here. I can’t go to my parents either. I don’t know where I should go. But I’ll figure it out. In time.”
“Stay here for the night. We’ll figure something out tomorrow.”
“Thank you, you’re too kind.”
Despite the woman’s kindness, you have a hard time falling asleep. What will Edmund think when he wakes up? What will he do?
The bed feels oddly cold for the both of you to be here. He feels around after you, but can’t feel another body. Quickly, he opens his eyes and looks around. Where are you?
“Y/N?” he asks. “Where are you?”
No answer. He gets up from the bed quicker than a cat getting scared.
“Y/N, answer me!” he says, growing nervous. “Don’t hide!”
When he doesn’t get an answer again, he freezes. You haven’t escaped, have you? He’d like to think that you know better. Edmund barges up from his bed and out into the mighty corridors. He shouts at the guards to collect the knights and prepare his horse. He’ll find you. And if you refuse to show, or if someone is hiding you … they'll feel his wrath. His plan will make sure you never dare to go against him like this ever again.
With no trace and no idea where you could be hiding, they decide to do the most practical thing in this situation. They ride into the village, gaining all of the people's attention.The king stops his horse right by his secretary’s and looks over the crowd that has gathered to see what has made the king come down to them. You’re none of the spectators. The king’s secretary holds up a piece of paper and a megaphone-looking thing in front of his face to make sure that everyone will hear him.
“Tonight, the queen ran away from the castle!” the secretary says loudly. “We suspect that she is hiding among you somewhere and that one of you is shielding her. If you don’t give her back in an hour, we will burn this village to the ground in our hunt for his wife. Now the king would like to say a few words.”
He backs away, letting Edmund take the spotlight.
"Y/N, you better come out!" Edmund shouts with a gaze running among the crowd. “Don't be stupid and sacrifice so many innocent lives just because you are afraid! You don't have to be afraid, my queen! I will never hurt you! You can trust me! We belong together and it’s about time you accept that!” He turns to his secretary and lowers his voice. “I’m going to kill the one hiding her from me.”
You can’t hear him, you have no idea of what he’s planning. You’re sleeping soundly in the bed you’ve gotten. When you wake up, it’s too late.
“Wait, what’s going on?” you ask as you see people run past the window.
You can see a layer of thick, black smoke covering the sky. A flame is spreading among the houses.
“We have to leave!” the woman shouts and picks up Leon in her arms. “Your majesty, come with us, we’ll shield you!”
You follow her out into the chaos. People are screaming and crying and running for their lives. You get pushed left to right as the big crowd flees. Heat is hitting you in the face in an uncomfortable manner. It’s hard to breathe.
“Knights!” Leon gasps in awe. “And the king!”
You freeze and turn around, seeing the royal horses. You can glimpse Edward on his white lady. Without a second doubt, you move closer into the overpacked crowd. You look around, seeing the two men from yesterday.
“There’s the whore!” they shout.
You look at the little boy in his mothers arms and gulp.
“I have to go”, you say quickly to them and caress Leon’s head. “I’ll find you later. Now you have to hurry!”
“Are you sure, your majesty?” the mother asks.
You nod and give them a push in the other direction. “Hurry!”
They leave. You start to run in another direction before the men can catch up to you. You run into a less packed alleyway. They corner you against a burning wall.
“You fucking bitch”, one of them hisses and presses your dagger against your neck. “You don’t shove your knife into me and think you can get away with it! I don’t care who the fuck you are, I’ll make sure you never dare to try to do this again!”
“This fire is your fault, you fucking bitch”, the other growls. “You’ve ruined our entire livelihood! You’re so fucking selfish.”
You kick the man in front of you between his legs and run. The other man trips over his friend, giving you a bit of an advantage. You end up on an empty street. You stop when you see the white horse a few meters in front of you. You want to run, but the mere sight of him makes you paralyzed.
“W-What have you done?” you gasp. “Look around!”
“I had to get you to show yourself one way or another”, he says calmly. “No one told me where you were. I gave them an hour to give you to me or I’d burn down their little village.” He shrugs. “Yet they didn’t … so all of this are the consequences of trying to hide you from me. It’s not my fault the peasants disobeyed me.”
Tears start to run down your cheeks. Is all of this your fault? If only you had known about his idiotic idea, you could have stopped it.
Edmund jumps down from his horse and opens his arms.
“Come here, my love”, he says softly. “You have nowhere to run. Why don’t you just do yourself a favor and return to me? You can’t hide from me in the end. Be a good girl, alright?”
“I’m scared, Edmund”, you admit through your sobs. You’re not sure what you’re more afraid of — him or the men following you.
“I know, my love, I know.” He gulps. “Come into my arms. I’ll protect you. I’ll make sure that everything will be okay, alright?”
You hesitate. It’s so tempting to run into his arms and let him take control again. These have been a couple of terrifying hours and you don’t want them to continue. You want a roof over your head again and the safety of having your necessities met again. Staying out on the street won’t be safe.
“It won’t matter where you go, I’ll always find you”, Edmund continues. “Your righteous place is with me. You have to understand that. We married — you belong to me by law. You can’t just run away from me like this. Come here, my queen, let me hold you.”
An immense exhaustion creeps into your body. You’ve been in survival mode for hours by now, your fight is over, you can’t win against Edmund. You look around. If you stay here any longer, you’ll start to burn and people will get even more hurt. All of this is your fault. Everyone will blame you for this. You won’t be safe here. All you want is to relax and have someone else take care of everything … but Edmund’s not a good person. If you go back, he’ll punish you. But maybe that’s better than having an entire village after you, wanting you dead for burning down their houses? You look over to Edmund, at his soft, loving eyes. You run over to him, into his strong arms. He wraps his arms around you tightly and you sob into his shoulder. If everyone hates you for the fire … you know that he will still be on your side. He’ll always be by your side.
“Don’t cry, my love, it hurts me so”, he whispers into your ear and holds you tightly. “Everything will be okay now.” He pulls back, cups your cheeks frantically and gives your lips a desperate kiss. He presses his own against yours, moving faster than you can keep up with. “Fuck, I always feel like a drunken man when I’m with you.”
Speaking of drunken men, your fan club is back. You look over your shoulder with a small whimper. However, you’re not as scared anymore. Not when you have the king’s strong arms wrapped around you. Edmund notices something.
“Y/N, why do they have your dagger?” he asks suspiciously as his grip on you tightens.
You press yourself close to him without thinking and he clenches his jaw before tightening his arms around you in a protective manner.
“Don’t worry, my dear”, he says coldly. “I’ll kill them for touching you.”
He pulls out his sword as his knights ride over.
“Make sure Y/N doesn’t leave”, he says and gives you to the closest knight. “I’m going to take care of these men.”
Edmund runs after the two men with his sword raised. The knight who holds you helps you up on Edmund’s horse.
“Your majesty”, he says. “We need to move out of here before the fire traps us. I’ll lead your horse.”
You hug the white horse’s neck as the knights lead you through the destroyed village, out of the danger zone. You can’t watch it.
Edmund’s soon back. The two men are in chains and led by some knights. Edmund holds your dagger in his hands before placing it together with his sword.
“Are you hurt, my love?” he asks worriedly and stands by the horse. “You have a mark on your throat. Did they try to hurt you?”
You nod slowly. Edmund turns to the two men with his own fire burning in his eyes.
“How fucking dare you think that you could touch my wife?!” he growls and slaps one of them as hard as he can. “You fucking left a mark on my wife!”
He spits at their feet before walking back to his horse and jumps up in front of you. He forces your hands to hug his waist. You rest your cheek on his back to hide your crying face. Edmund caresses your intertwined hands over his stomach and rides over to his knights.
“Don’t cry, my dear”, he whispers softly over his shoulder. “You’re safe now.” He turns to his knights and his voice goes cold. “I got what I came for. Let’s go back.”
“What about the village, your majesty?” a knight asks.
“Pour some water on it.”
Without saying anything more, the king rides away. He holds one of his hands over yours to comfort your sobs. He lifts one of your hands to his lips and gives it kisses.
“You’ve must been so scared among all of those horrible, horrible people”, he says over his shoulder. “Don’t worry though, Y/N, you’re never going out into the real world again. Never again, you hear me?”
You nod against his shoulder. You’re not sure that the people would even want you back into their village after this.
He stops the horse out on the castle’s front yard and helps you down by your waist. Some maids run out to meet you and Edmund hesitates giving you to them.
“Give her a bath”, he demands. “I can only imagine all the fleas and bacterias she has gotten. She smells like smoke. When she’s done, take her into our chamber and make sure she stays there. I’ll talk to her later.”
He gives you to the maids who pull you inside the castle and gives you the hottest bath you’ve ever encountered. You’re sure your skin is melting off. They dress you in the finest of silk and lead you to your shared chamber. You sit down in the bed, waiting for Edmund to come back. He enters the room thirty minutes later.
“I’m not going to let you off the hook”, he says and pulls up his sleeves.
“I won’t run away again, Edmund, I promise”, you whine in fear. “Please-”
“Shh, darling, I don’t think you have the right to shout at me. Not after the hell you’ve put me through. You should be happy that I don’t behead you together with the two dogs who thought they could touch what's mine!” He runs his veiny hand through his dark hair. “I’m going to give you two punishments. One, watch the beheading-”
“I refuse-”
“Shut up, Y/N. Two, you are going to spend three days in the tower with me.”
The tower is like the dungeons just without the rats and prisoners. You gulps.
“You’re going to learn how much of the things you have here is thanks to me, my love”, Edmund says. “Every piece of clothing you own, every day you spend under my roof, every bite of food you get … is thanks to me. When I’m not there, you have nothing and you get chased by disgusting men like those two in the dungeons. After our little vacation to the tower, you’ll understand. Get up, we have a beheading to watch.”
He pulls you with him to the balcony with a cramping hold. The two men are put on display out on the castle’s front yard and they’re facing you. Edmund stands beside you like a stone.
“Please don’t!” one of the men shouts in desperation. “Please, we’re sorry!”
“Sorry, my ass”, you mutter.
Edmund chuckles and kisses your temple.
“Your majesty, please, you met my son!” one of them shouts. “Leon!”
You frown, feelings suddenly shifting. Leon …
“Please, don’t deprive him of a father!”
“Edmund …”, you whisper sadly.
“He was going to deprive me of a wife”, Edmund answers coldly. “He’s going to die.”
“But he has a son, Edmund! I know he’s an asshole, but-”
“Do you want him to set an example for his son, hm? Do you want him to treat his wife the way he treated you?”
You think of the nice lady who helped you and her adorable little son. You’ve given them enough problems. If you let this man go back to them …
“You’re right”, you whisper firmly. “Kill them.”
“That’s my girl.”
Edmund shouts for the guards to end the men's pathetic lives. You watch with hate in your eyes. Leon and his mother will never hurt again and they’ll not be able to harass any more girls in the village.
“Now we don’t have to worry about them anymore, my dear”, Edmund says when the corpses get pulled off the ground. “Let’s go to the tower now.”
“So you can indoctrinate me?” you mutter sarcastically.
“Exactly.”
He pulls you by the arm with him through the castle’s mighty corridors. He walks behind you up the spiral stone stairs to the tower’s little room. If you stop or slow down, he gives you a small push.
“Move those little legs for me, pretty”, he encourages you. “We’re not there yet.”
“But there’s so many stairs”, you complain.
“You ran all the way down to the village with those legs, you can walk a couple of stairs.”
You reach the rounded room in what feels like an hour. You sink down into a sitting position on the old, wooden floor. Edmund chuckles at you.
“You need to grow some muscles, my dear”, he says and then frowns. “Or don’t. The weaker you are, the less I have to worry about you running away again.”
You look around in the room, noticing that it’s completely empty.
“As you can see”, Edmund says and closes the wooden plugs over the window. “There is nothing here. If you want to be comfortable and not sit on the floor, you’ll have to sit in my lap. If you want food, you’ll have to ask me so I can get it for you and if you’re cold, you’ll have to cuddle up to me. Any questions?”
You’re about to give him a sassy remark, but hold back. It won’t end well for you if you do.
“Good girl”, Edmund smirks and sneaks his arms around your waist. “Now let’s enjoy each other's company, hm?”
This will be the death of you.
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Big ol Baldur's Gate 3 sketchdump of my Tav and Karlach, as well as some other random sketcheroos
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@the-hilda-librarians-wife I’d have sent this in ur askbox but I felt like giving it its own post, MEIRI CHRISTMAS!!
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What once was.
the secret history fanfic || masterpost
"My mother and Henry's used to be friends and they would always take us to Pennsylvania in the summer, back when we were kids. We were the best of friends, inseparable... Henry was a chubby but tall boy, three years older than me. I was a frail but loud girl, very outgoing. We used to play at a creek, where my father had installed us a swing. One day Henry got in a terrible car crash and... he almost died. I went back to Greece, completely losing touch with him. Nothing could prepare me for the fact that I was to meet him again at college."
Warnings; possibility of smut, nsfw content, mentions of childhood trauma, triggering themes in general, mentions of abandonment, physical injuries, mental health issues, depression, self harm, drug abuse, smoking, homophobic people from the 80's, some very cute moments that might be out of character for the gang, stereotypes that I don't resign with but are part of the plot, dark themes that have to do with death, very descriptive, pov changes, paganism, it's the secret history so you know what to expect...
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Been a while since I've drawn Ed (Lloyd too). Saw the new OC trend and immediately thought of him
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Here is my contribution to today's prompt from @fe-oc-week ! Oct 14 - Supports
with some more Kitt art and lore :3
cw body horror, death
I will also be linking some old support art soon :3
and once again for more lore, take a look below the cut!
The Burgess Family
It is difficult to pinpoint exactly when the family of Burgess arrived at Annwen, though in likelihood they appeared some time after the defeat of Nemesis, and well after Gwyn was laid to rest. Though they claimed to be a family of merchants, many suspected that they were refugees from remnant factions of the now dismantled Agarthan empire. Gwyn, the founder of the original city of Annwen, had been known to take in defectors of Agarthan origin. And so, in following the example of their departed hero, the people of Annwen accepted the merchant family into the fold, sheltering them from the Church of Seiros.
They settled in without trouble, bringing with them ancient artifacts stolen from the underground caches of their former civilization. These they offered up to the people of Annwen for safekeeping and communal use. Mostly, they included crafting implements that were used to forge armor, weave garments, and polish stones.
Among the artifacts was a curious knife, ordinary-looking in all appearances yet strangely versatile in various applications of craftsmanship. Villagers would often remark on how it would subtly change in appearance over time, but not in a way that signified normal wear and tear. There were times when it appeared to shift and transform before their very eyes, though many dismissed this as a trick of the light. Others believed that the knife was magical. But whenever the people of Annwen used it for their own purposes, there was never any trouble.
In any case, these artifacts enabled the people of Annwen to thrive independently, away from the Church and the Empire, as well as the Kingdom and the Alliance when they each formed years later. These contributions cemented the Burgess family's place in the village for ages thereafter, even enabling them to take on leadership and guidance roles within the village from time to time. Eventually, enough time passed such that not even their present day descendants could remember their Agarthan ancestry…
The Village at Lake Annwen - Part II
Many followers of the Church of Seiros wondered why certain remote settlements were allowed to exist in Fodlan away from the enlightenment of Seiros' teachings. The village of Annwen, which Gwyn held sacred, was one such example before its destruction. In particular, Saint Cichol was known to forbid anyone from interfering with the affairs of the village by order of the Church. Even in recent years, Seteth has remained adamant on this stance. Only a handful of scholars and researchers have been allowed to visit on a provisional basis, on the condition that there was to be no proselytizing.
That was not to say that the people of Annwen did not pay respects to the Goddess - only that Seiros and the Four Saints were less prominent in their worship. Even the hero Gwyn, despite not trusting Seiros and her followers, had been known whisper prayers to the Goddess Sothis. And so, in following the example of their hero, the villagers of Annwen honored the Goddess in a manner wholly unique from the Central, Eastern, and Western Churches. For some reason, the Central Church has decided not to object to this, and allowed the people of Annwen to live peaceful lives of their own choosing. Such was the promise sworn by Saint Cichol to the hero Gwyn.
Perhaps this was one of the factors that led to its destruction, for it left the Church unaware and unable to intervene when mages from a more sinister faction began to make frequent visits, making their ill intentions known only once the people of Annwen were fully accustomed and trusting to their presence. Disguised as humble scholars, they were determined to retrieve the fabled Heart of Annwen for their own dark purposes. In a sudden and coordinated attack, they struck down any who dared stand in their way, burning the village to the ground in the process.
One can only imagine the wrath they would have faced if Gwyn were to witness the crimes inflicted upon their beloved village and its people. Perhaps this was why the survivors who managed to escape the initial attack decided with heavy hearts that the time had finally arrived to enact the Rite of Awakening, even at the cost of their own lives.
Though the Rite of Awakening was meant to revive Gwyn from their endless sleep, it is speculated that something more ancient and terrible was summoned forth instead. But what could have gone wrong? The only evidence is a peculiar knife that was found at the scene of the ritual. At first it was ordinary and innocuous in appearance. But once placed in Kitt's hands, it transformed into weapon resembling a Hero's Relic. As its power awakened, so did the rage and torment of the demonic creature whose bones and blood were used to forge it.
But as the legend goes, both hero and demon are one and the same - thus it can be argued that perhaps in some unrecognizable shape and form, Gwyn did return to life.
... A few months after Kitt was rescued by Seteth and Flayn, a handful of dark mages returned to the scene of Annwen's destruction to pick at the ruins, searching for clues on where a certain Crest Stone may be found. One by one they were hunted down and felled without mercy, while a scant few survivors fled back underground to tell the tale. How ironic that those who fancied themselves superior to gods and beasts alike would now flinch at having to contend with a ghost instead.
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Notable trans women in fire emblem: Eirika, Lucina, Marianne, Florina, Tiki, Marisa, Echidna, Panette, Ivy, Edelgard, and L'arachel. All 100% canon I assure you. (Anyone can feel free to add more trans women of fire emblem to this list :3)
Domt forget Goldmary, Genny, Silque, Meg, Micaiah, Titania, Vika, Leonie, Judith and Anna (All of them)
#And also Klara but she's an OC#anna fire emblem#commander anna#fe#fire emblem#edelgard von hresvelg#leonie pinelli#judith von daphnel#marianne von edmund#l'arachel fire emblem#erika fire emblem#Marisa fire emblem#Goldmary fire emblem#silque fire emblem#genny fire emblem#tiki fire emblem#florina fire emblem#lucina fire emblem#panette fire emblem#ivy fire emblem#echidna fire emblem#meg fire emblem#micaiah fire emblem#titania fire emblem#vika fire emblem
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I read your Edmund shot where he proposed to her and I was thinking about the part where he threatened us. What if we asked him if he had laid with a woman before and that dictated our answer. Like if he had laid with a woman before we would choose death but if he hadn’t then sure.
Alternative ending
Yandere!king x fem reader
Summary: you don't accept the kings propsal
Warnings: death, guns, blood, talking about sleeping with women, blood, massacre, threat, obsession
THE FULL ORIGINAL ONESHOT
Spinoff
“Marry me, my lady”, he says. “I don’t want to live another day without you. Be mine. Please. I’ve gotten rid of all the competition. I will never look at anyone else besides you. I got rid of them all.”
You can’t find any words. Your brain has stopped working completely. Not a single sound leaves your mouth when you open it.
“If you don’t say ‘I do’, you will be shot”, the king says warningly, dark eyes looking directly at hers. “If I can’t have you, no one can. It’s you and I or no one.”
“Y-Your majesty”, you sob. “Please … please don’t …”
“Say it.”
“I-I … I can’t …”
“Y/N, tell me you’ll be my queen, tell me that you’ll stay with me forever … or end up like all the others.” He caresses your wet cheek and you flinch away from his hands. They may not have physical blood on them, but you know that they’re covered. “Don’t be a stupid girl now, darling. You know you don’t want to die. Accept the ring. Accept my love.”
You give the pile of bodies a gaze. That is not how you want to end up. But the king has gone insane … you can’t accept that either. You know what they say around the kingdom. He sleeps with any lady he's come across. You'd rather die than marry that kind of man.
“Y/N …”, the king says. “I’m losing patience.”
"I-I don't want to marry a ladies man …"
He's taken back by your sudden requirement.
"What do you mean?" he asks.
"E-Everyone says that you've slept with a load of women … h-have you?"
The king gulps and shakes his head. It wouldn't matter if he lied, right? The women he's been to bed with is in the pile, and you'll never have to worry about them. Ever.
But you can see right through it.
"You're lying …"
"But, darling, they don't mean anything!" He gestures towards the messy dance floor. "They're all lying there! You're the only one I want!"
"I don't want to marry you then …"
He goes white with realization. "Y-You're really going to choose death?"
You nod as tears run down your cheeks. The king shakes his head. He can't.
"Please kill me …", you whisper.
"Don't be stupid."
You turn to the guards and hold up your hands, surrendering.
"Don't!" the king exclaims.
He runs over to one of the guards and grabs his weapon. With burning eyes, he walks back to you.
"If anyone's going to do it, it's going to be me", he says, now sounding determined but his hands are shaking. "One last chance to change your mind."
You shake your head. The king nods, gulping.
“I’m sorry, my love”, he says.
He seems to have trouble firing off. His finger rests over the trigger and for a second, you think that he’s going to have mercy on you, but then he fires off. He breathes out shakily and watches how your body falls to the floor. What has he done?
“Y-Y/N …”
He bends down and holds your dead body in his arms as he sobs. Why couldn’t you just have accepted him? He would have kept you safe and never let anything bad happen to you! His past doesn’t matter!
The king makes sure that you get the most beautiful funeral anyone in the kingdom has ever gotten. He visits your grave everyday to tell you what he’s done and what’s going on in his life. He promises you never to marry anyone else than you. He’s going to die alone, die by your side.
#yandere#yandere drabbles#yandere imagines#yandere x you#yandere x reader#yandere fics#yandere stories#yandere ocs#yandere oc x you#king yandere#edmund oc
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Nobody’s Son, Nobody’s Daughter
Hello my loves, I started working on a little bit of an Edmund fic. Although I am trying to develop something of my own the Narnia franchise is definitely a source material.
It’s an Edmund x Reader fic for now with a few original characters.
Tags : major character death (his siblings), smut, mentions of suicide (no further development on that though)
Please let me know what you think :) enjoy!
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Grief is a goodbye from love. It is the final gift we receive when we have wholeheartedly and honestly loved and were loved. It is the flag we wave around that screams “look at me, I was loved. I loved, I still love” and so we must carry our grief with pride and hold it high for it is proof of the sincere emotions we felt for one another which transcend life and death. We should cherish the grief and welcome it into our arms like we once welcomed our loved ones for it is their gift goodbye. And yet we run from it. We run from it until it finds us.
Edmund was currently running from it. Or rather towards it, seeing as he was trying to eliminate the source that caused it.
The men that had taken the lives of Edmunds most precious beings, his beloved siblings.
When Edmund heard of his sibling’s death he had long been aware of it. A wave of pain had overcome him. He had felt as if he had lost part of his soul and in a way he very much did. The boy who had burged into his chamber was carrying a message his heart had already received. Moreover he knew that their death was most unfair considering he was the only one deserving of being killed. they had been good people through and through their entire lives, they had been true to themselves and their morals.
Edmund couldn’t say the same for himself. He had betrayed them and risked their lives for his foolish desires. He was the only one deserving of being killed. He knew in his heart that he had betrayed them once again by not dying instead, by being spared of this terrible faith, by not being with them when they spoke their last words.
He felt himself a traitor of the highest degree.
His first thought had been to take his own life. To join his siblings and apologise to them. But he realised this would be the weak way out. If he wanted redemption he would have to suffer for it. He could only redeem himself and avenge the people closest to his heart if he lived through the pain.
And if he killed whoever took their lives. His siblings had been noble people, they rarely resorted to killing, even in times of war. Edmund wasn’t as pure. His soul would be tarnished anyway, there was no need to hold back now, not when his heart was aching and his lungs were burning and the image of their tortured faces haunted his thoughts.
He walked through the now empty castle. It was as if all life had left it, for Edmund it did. The kingdom was relieved in a way because they had still one monarch left. They had lost their compassionate and loyal queens and their brave king but they still had someone left, even if it was their least favourite one. Edmund had known that the popularity of his siblings surpassed his own by a landslide, but now was not the time to focus on his image amongst the people he ruled, not for him anyway. In a way he felt he had also betrayed his people by being the only one left, they didn’t deserve to lose their rulers the way they did. He knew taking over their responsibilities would be a difficult task but one he was willing to take on.
The king gathered his best swordsmen and ordered his smiths to forge the best weapons they possibly could.
“They’ll be long gone by the time we arrive, your Majesty, they most likely left right after .. after the .. the incident” Althea tried to suggest. Edmund turned to his advisor and studied his face. He had a look of worry in his eyes mixed with a hint of pity. Edmund frowned at the idea that Althea was pitying him. “Perhaps they have, but their elaborate scheme couldn’t have been orchestrated by a far, they must have had a base somewhere near the temple. If anything it should give us a clue to where they are headed next.”.
With that Edmund got up and moved towards the door “We leave at dawn, I suppose you’ll be joining us?” he turned slightly to Althea but only enough to catch a glimpse of him in the corner of his eye. “Of course your highness.” Althea replied softly, bowing to his King. “Good, thank you for your help Althea, I appreciate your support” Edmund replied quickly and left the room to disappear into his chamber.
It was late at night, he knew that he should be in bed right now but how could he ? How could he rest knowing his sibling's killer was still out there? How could he ever rest again knowing he had failed to protect the only people ever dear to him. Ever since the murder Edmund had been consumed by this disgusting, rotting guilt. It had infested him as soon as the life left their bodies and was now consuming every part of him. It ran through his veins and blackened his heart, draining it of love and replacing it with grief. It crawled up his body. Higher and higher until it reached his eyes and blurred his vision. He saw nothing but injustice and evil no matter where he looked. His own reflection disgusted him by far the most. How dare his cheeks be rosy with life and his chest beat with every breath of air he took.
He slowly undressed in the dim candle light and mindlessly put on his sleeping gown. He could have washed his face but there was no use in doing so for him. On one hand he was far too exhausted and occupied by other things to care for himself. On the other hand, probably unbeknownst to him, he refused to take care of himself as a form of punishment. He didn’t deserve to be taken care of, not even by himself when he hadn’t taken care of them. His physical appearance was to be as soiled as his soul. Everyone looking at him should know that he was a filthy traitor. He would run around dirty for the rest of his life if it meant repenting even a fraction of the sin he committed.
Through all his self inflicted pain and unavoidable grief he made an attempt to be rational and laid down in bed.
His sword, which used to belong to his older brother initially, and his armour were waiting by the foot of his bed, ready to be worn and used for revenge.
Edmund laid in his bed tossing and turning trying to shake off all these memories and thoughts of guilt. Even once he fell asleep he was moaning and twitching uneasily in his sleep.
Althea pressed his ear to the wall of his chamber that shared a wall with the King’s room. He listened intently to all the sounds Edmund made regardless if they were conscious or not. Secretly he hoped that Edmund would call out to him. Not as a King looking for his advisor while making rational decisions, but as a friend, perhaps a lover, looking for a shoulder to cry on, searching for a safe space to be vulnerable in. He was grateful to be so close to Edmund throughout all this time, but even with his held back discrete demeanour he could not deny that he was secretly lusting for the King. He had breached Edmund's privacy many times. Sneaking into his Chamber during bath time just to catch a glimpse of his beautiful porcelain skin, glistening in the water of the bath. He would relish in the sight of Edmunds dark hair clinging to his forehead and he counted the freckles on his lovely rosy cheeks.
Althea would take himself in hand and imagine those strong arms grabbing him and pushing him against the nearest wall. He imagined those plush lips hungrily devouring his and these hard abs to press against his slender frame. He would come thinking of deep brown eyes, pale skin, strong muscles and a large cock inside of him.
Afterwards he would feel soiled yet satisfied, he would retreat into his Chamber and go on as normal while Edmund was none the wiser.
A dirty part of him was glad they died. It made him the one closest to Edmund and gave him an opportunity to develop their relationship. He was aware that his desires were selfish but he wished so dearly that in his desperation and pain Edmund would turn to Althea in search of love. And Althea would give it to him willingly. He was ready to give up his body and soul for even the slightest touch of the King.
Edmund was aware of Althea's sexuality, in fact he was an active defender of Althea in front of everyone who thought to criticise who Althea chose to love. However he wasn't aware that Althea only really cared for one, Edmund himself. Edmund had never even suspected it, perhaps it was a lack of self-esteem or perhaps he thought their deep-rooted relationship was based on strictly platonic feelings. Either way the king never entertained the idea of being Althea’s object of desire.
Althea had no intention of correcting him. As much as Althea longed for his touch and craved his affection he would not dare risk their good bond. Even if it left him heartbroken he would rather moan into his pillow in the dead of night then potentially lose his king forever.
#edmund pevensie#fanfic#the chronicles of narnia#edmund x reader#smut#major character death#lgbtqia#fandom#oc#narnia fanfiction#slow burn
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Recreation of Edmund Leighton’s “The Accolade” (1901)
Send ⚜️ to see them doing or wearing something associated with knights or chivalry. - @reikatsukihana @ascendedhypothesis @ladyofvoss
Inspired by @otherworldseekers’ beautifully recreated vintage portraits
#ffxiv gpose#edmund leighton#the accolade#aymeric de borel#ser aymeric#female lalafell#dunesfolk lalafell#hali aloke#oc: drops of jupiter#hali x aymeric#ship: hold me closer
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Felt like taking some screencaps of my Baldur's Gate 3 protag. Ned is a little gremlin Tiefling Rogue who somehow won over Karlach. Also felt like posting some cute screencaps of Ned and Karlach together
#baldur's gate 3#bg3#bg3 oc#karlach#bg3 karlach#screencaps#please larian give us photomode in an update i beg you#tiefling#ned#edmund#bg3 spoilers#baldur's gate 3 spoilers
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Narnia Headcanons
- Edmund and Lucy were the only two to ever marry as king and queen of Narnia.
- Susan was married three times on earth. Her first marriage wasn't thought through and ended in amicable divorce after two years (they remained close friends throughout their lives), her second ended with her husband's death, and her third husband outlived her by three years. They were named Ned, Alexander, and Henry.
-Susan didn't remarry until nearly 10 years after Alexander's death (he was killed in a car accident). She had two children with him, Peter Edmund and Wren.
- meeting Henry was an unexpected but happy accident. She had twins with him: Christopher, and Charles.
- Peter Edmund took the most after Susan. Wren took after her uncle Edmund quite a bit though and liked to carry his picture around when she was little.
- Christopher was a lot like his late uncle Peter but Charles was like Lucy mixed with Eustace, which often led to interesting situations.
- Alexander was the only one Susan told about Narnia and he believed her immediately. His grandmother had been present when Jadis was in London and she was always convinced the witch was one of the fey, so it made sense to him.
- Edmund married Ariane the daughter of minor Archenland nobility. She is described by historians as, "tall, thin, and very plain with red hair and covered head to toe in freckles. Lady Ariane had a sharp tongue, was extremely stubborn, and argued as easy as she breathed. The king adored her."
- Ariane wasn't able to have children. She and Edmund unofficially adopted Aravis, who wasn't really sure what to make of the two at first.
- Lucy married the son of the governor of the Lone Islands, a man called Soren. He was described as being dark haired and quiet. He was exceptionally gentle and he and Lucy grew to love each other deeply.
- Lucy had one daughter named Una, who was later called Princess of the Ruins by rude Telemarene scholars. Narnians called her Queen Una the Wise.
- Soren died after a long illness, shortly before the Telmarens took over. Una fled to Archenland and lived in Exile there with her aunt Ariane.
- Ariane never got over Edmund's disappearance and often wandered around the countryside looking for Aslan, so he could bring her husband back. She died of old age surrounded by her niece, adopted daughter, and grandchildren.
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#narnia#prince caspian#oc art#original character#peter pevensie#susan pevensie#lucy pevensie#edmund pevensie#aslan#the chronicles of narnia
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Awwww they get a shared ref [stock aww sound effect]
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FE3H OC: Kitt Burgess (they/them) - Academy Phase Art
Featuring some canon characters :3
cw: mild body horror for some of the images
The first part of their backstory can be found on my previous post!
I've also included some additional support and quote information under the cut :3
Dining Hall
Flayn - B/C Support
Flayn: "I do enjoy having these meals with you, Kitt. …Though, not so much the awkward silence."
Kitt: "Better than awkward conversation, if you ask me."
Flayn - A Support
Flayn: "You should allow me to cook something next time, Professor! Kitt here agrees, do you not?"
Kitt: "You know I always look forward to your inventions, Flayn. But let's make sure it's something that the Professor can actually digest first."
Seteth - C Support
Kitt: "Look who emerged from the office. Don't you have work to do? Some poor soul to lecture about the dangers of falling from divine grace?"
Seteth: -sigh- "So that's how it's going to be. Very well, then."
Seteth - B Support
Seteth: "There's no need for those sidelong glares, Kitt. Can we at least sit and eat together in relative civility?"
Kitt: "Oh, I don't know. Can we?"
Seteth - A Support
Kitt: "Well. I suppose it isn't so bad sharing a meal with you every now and then."
Seteth: "Any small amount of improvement is better than none at all."
Linhardt - C/B Support
Linhardt: "By the way Kitt, there is something I've been meaning to ask you-"
Kitt: "Do you really expect me to split my attention between the food on my plate and the topic you have in mind?"
Linhardt - A Support
Kitt: "I'm glad that you're chewing your food in silence, but must you stare at me all the while?"
Linhardt: "Oh, does that mean you're finally willing to hear out my questions? Wonderful."
Lysithea - C/B Support
Kitt: "I wonder if there's cake on the menu today. No? That's a shame."
Lysithea: "You could have picked some other way to poke fun at me without getting my hopes up!"
Lysithea - A Support
Kitt: "Seriously though. Why is there never any cake on the menu? I want to know what all the fuss is."
Lysithea: "Oh, alright. I'll share some of mine with you later. Then you'll finally know what you're missing."
Working Together
Flayn - C/B Support
Kitt: "If anything goes awry, I'll never hear the end of it from Seteth."
Flayn: "Then we must simply see to it that he remains blissfully unaware."
Flayn - A Support
Kitt: "You've been pulling your weight a lot more these days. You're more capable than you look."
Flayn: "Did you not think me capable to begin with? Truly, I'm hurt."
Flayn - Result
Flayn: "Did we do well? I think we did well. Please say that we did well, Professor."
Kitt: "You're not going to get any honest praise acting desperate like that."
Felix - Picking Weeds
Felix: "For someone who's always avoiding the training grounds, it's alien to see you put in this much effort."
Kitt: "Who says I'm avoiding that place? You're always there, so maybe it's you I'm treating like the plague."
Felix: "That's… ugh, forget it."
Felix - Clearing Rubble
Felix: "I don't get it. I never see you at training, so how are you hauling more rubble than I am?"
Kitt: "Excuse me? Sounds like you're the one who needs to train a little harder."
Felix: "Unbelievable."
Felix - Result
Kitt: "Why the sour look, Felix? We got the job done. You even helped a little."
Felix: "Hmph. I wasn't about to let you make a fool out of me."
Marianne - Cleaning Stables
C/B Support
Kitt: "Hello, Dorte. You look fine today."
Marianne: "Kitt? ...Are you talking to the horses?"
Kitt: "I've seen you do it, thought it wouldn't hurt to try."
A Support
Kitt: "Oh Dorte, we're really in it now."
Marianne: "Kitt… That's not Dorte."
Kitt: "…Wait, have I been talking to the wrong horse this entire time?"
Result:
Marianne: "Um. We finished, Professor. Kitt was the one who did all the real work."
Kitt: "Oh, please. You don't expect the Professor to believe that, do you Marianne?"
Hapi
Kitt: "Just a little sigh, Hapi. Something to help us get away from all this work."
Hapi: "Watch it, Kitty-Cat. I might actually take you up on that offer."
Result
Kitt: "I'm just saying, a monster showing up would have made things a bit more exciting."
Hapi: "Would've been more of a hassle to deal with too."
Bernie - Clearing Weeds
Kitt: "Don't pick up any dangerous-looking rocks, Bernie."
Bernadetta: "Wait, r-rocks? Why rocks? Don't you mean dangerous-looking plants?"
Result
Kitt: "We're done, Professor. Bernie did really well today."
Bernadetta: "Hey, don't put me on the spot like that! Even if it means I get to have a little more credit…"
Seteth - Sky Watch
C Support
Kitt: "If you're going to lecture me, Seteth, I'm just going to look the other way."
Seteth: "Actually, I was going to comment on how you seem to be putting in more effort these days. But… I suppose silence works just as well."
B/A Support
Kitt: "How about a race, Seteth? You and me, just like old times.
Seteth: You know I will do no such thing, Kitt. Although, I suppose if no one is looking…"
Result
Kitt: "All done, Professor. Seteth did his best today."
Seteth: "A little condescending, but I'll take it as praise regardless."
Generic Quotes
Dining Hall
Favorite: "Now that's an interesting dish. I can't wait to try it."
Regular: "Do you ever get bored eating the same old thing every day? Makes you glad for the variety here."
Disliked: "I don't hate this kind of dish… just feels a bit plain is all."
Gifts
Favourite: "For me? I must be dreaming!"
Regular: "I'm grateful."
Disliked: "...Is this a joke?"
Cooking
"I know a thing or two about cooking. Can't promise that our tastes align though."
"Back where I'm from, we did all of our cooking outdoors. Why don't we try something like that next time?"
Choir
"There's no need to think too much when singing. Just do what feels right."
Tea Time:
Greetings:
"I'm here, Professor."
"Hello there."
Favourite Tea: "Do you like this kind of tea, Professor? It's actually my favourite."
Expensive Tea: "Ooh, you brought the fancy stuff! For me? You shouldn't have."
Conversation Phase:
"Professor, did you know that you can use tea leaves to divine the future? Looking at your cup, I'd say… good fortune is heading in your direction!"
"How much do you know about Demonic Beasts, Professor? Oh. Sorry, I guess that's not something I should bring up over tea and cookies."
"You know, I often get super anxious when things are this quiet. But for some reason I feel perfectly calm when you're close by."
"I know I shouldn't skip sparring. But aren't you worried that things could get… I don't know, dangerous?"
"Whatever happens in this war, you're the one person I trust to set things right. Try not to let me down, okay?"
"I'm not fond of these small dorm rooms, but yours isn't so bad."
"The others may call me superstitious. But when the future is so uncertain, what's wrong with hedging your bets?"
"I try to be nice to everyone. But not too nice."
Observation Phase:
"Is my face really that fascinating to look at, Professor?"
"Just so we're clear, it's only fair that I get to stare right back at you."
"This scarf? I've had it since I can remember. I take extra care to keep it looking good as new."
"I always keep this knife around. With all due respect, Professor, you don't need to know what it's for."
Leaving:
"I had fun today. Let's do this again some time!"
Thanks for making it this far! Here is a theme song for Kitt for your troubles. :3
Fast as you can - Fiona Apple
#fe3h oc#fe3h#fire emblem three houses#edelgard von hresvelg#byleth eisner#claude von riegan#raphael kirsten#felix hugo fraldarius#lysithea von ordelia#sylvain jose gautier#seteth#flayn#linhardt von hevring#marianne von edmund#bernadetta von varley#fe3h hapi#cw body horror#long post#fe3h art
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