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iturbide · 5 years

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Do you think it's possible Grima could've degenerated? I find it kind of hard to believe they'd have all Plegia following them (even though some of those people were horrible death fanatics) if they were always so violent and anti-humanity. The stuff they say in heroes implies they used to do things for humans and they also say their mind is muddy/foggy at times. It could explain why they're all death and destruction in awakening yet have a nation devoted to them.

Friend let me tell you I have thought about this a lot to the point that I actually boiled down a lot of my thoughts into a Grima Backstory post almost a year ago now wow that’s crazy. Rather than rehash that here, though, I’ll just say this: I don’t think Grima was degenerating. I actually headcanon that Grima is immune to degeneration: in all of Forneus’ mucking around with divine dragon blood to create Grima, he either removed the structure that led to degeneration or modified it to remove the creation’s susceptibility; either way, that happy accident means that Grima is not and never will be at risk of degenerating the way that other divine dragons do.

At the same time, though, I believe that Grima’s violence toward humans was the result of their mounting despair over the course of a millennium of mistreatment at human hands. His Level 40 dialogue in Heroes hints heavily at this:

You know full well how I detest humans. They have no qualms asking for divine assistance when it meets their fickle needs…but how quick they are to shun their benefactors once they get what they desire. They become arrogant and make the same mistakes repeatedly, in capable of learning the folly of their ways. They claim their actions are for the good of others, but that’s merely a show of self-indulgence. Humans are selfish. And the ugliness of mankind has turned me repulsive. It’s the world that wants me to be evil.

It sounds, from his own words, that he started off interacting closely with humans – unsurprising since he may be Tiki’s contemporary, so when Alm and Celica released him from the labyrinth he had the mentality and associated innocence of a child. Humans, seeing something so huge, naturally assumed Grima was an adult and nothing short of a divine on top of it, so they treated him as such: asking for blessings (and cursing Grima when their prayers were not answered, even if their request was unreasonable); calling Grima’s wrath down on enemies (and then reaping the benefits for themselves); and, in the case of the young nation’s enemies, lashing out at what they believed was a god of evil and darkness (and slaughtering Grima’s people for that prejudice). After a thousand years of being used and abused, of being cursed for not meeting unreasonable demands, of seeing good people slaughtered for the crime of disagreeing with someone else, of losing any and all they truly cared for to age, infirmity, or violence…there came a point where Grima just lost hope. All it took was one final act of violence against someone Grima cared about, and the fell dragon snapped under the weight of that despair. In Grima’s mind, if humanity was so intent on destroying any good among them, the fell dragon would just see them all destroyed.

So Grima’s anti-human rhetoric was an extremely recent development – and very shortly after they started lashing out at humanity, Naga made her pact with the first Exalt and brought Grima down. Grima is therefore remembered in Plegia for their millennium of good works, their blessings and protection, and their fall is remembered as a tragedy for Plegia. Of course, once Robin was born, Grima’s connection to the vessel allowed them to see the horrors and abuses that Robin lived through a thousand years later, which did nothing to redeem humanity in their eyes – and so when Validar manipulated Robin into killing Chrom and Robin was overwhelmed by despair, Grima offered the power to make Validar suffer…and in that moment of desolation and pain, they agreed, wanting only to make Validar feel the same pain he’d inflicted.

As for the foggy memories, they’re a consequence of Grima’s jump through time and space – and it may be more because they were in a human vessel than anything else. After all that body is already struggling to support two different souls, throwing temporal chaos into the mix likely had some side effects – and even though we don’t know what memories were affected, it’s rather likely that they’re more recent ones, since Grima clearly remembers the mistreatment that led them to detest humankind.

#answered #anonymous #fire emblem: heroes #grima #headcanon #i have a lot of grima thoughts okay #i have talked a lot about grima in the past and i don't think i will stop anytime soon #i really do love the notion that grima is immune to degeneration though #and that their hatred of humanity led them to snap and lash out #because that means they can still be reached #death is not the only solution the way it is for degenerating dragons #they can come to see the good in mankind again #and that's what's been so great about askr

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grimastiddies · 6 years

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Tumblrs not nice

I’m just putting this here because tumblr can be an ass at times, especially with the word count, and also for it to be easily read by you. Okay, bye now.

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Hogwarts AU where Kiran, Alfonse, and Robin are the Book Trio, and one day, Alfonse and Robin decide to introduce their siblings to Kiran. Kiran meets Alfonse’s little sister, Sharena, and Robin’s older brother, Grima. When Kiran sees Grima, the first thing he thinks, “Oh no, he’s hot.” Grima is annoyed as Robin personally makes his life a living hell because not only does he bring Chrom over for dinner twice a week, Robin always drags him to “socialize,” and Robin defends himself by saying, “It’s not my fault you’re socially awkward.”

Anyways, Grima sees Kiran and sees the hidden lust/affection in the younger’s eyes before scoffing in annoyance. He’s used to others having a crush on him, and Kiran is no different, except there’s something appealing about him. Grima shakes his head and walks away back to his own group of friends dubbed the Fallen. The only member missing is Celica because she only joins on her moody days, which is a week per month. Takumi is part of the group as he hates everything, except his family; Corrin’s an iffy one at the moment. Zelgius does not feel anything for anyone, and just happens to fit in with the group. He doesn’t exactly care what they do, but he does care about their wellbeing, in his odd way.

Eventually, Kiran notices that someone is spying on them and gets nervous. When they’re with Robin and Alfonse, the feeling goes away. They tell the the others about it, and while Alfonse promises to find out who the stalker is and threaten whoever it is, and Robin has a hunch, but doesn’t say anything. Robin later confronts Grima in private, giving his older brother a smug look before Grima pinches harshly on both of his cheeks until Robin gives in. He does and rubs his cheeks, a tear beading at the corner of his eye. “You’re such a dick.”

“Says the one who started everything.”

When a dance (Yule Ball I guess?) comes up, Kiran’s not as excited as Alfonse or Robin because they’ve never exactly been to one. With Kiran being a transfer student, they’re not sure how it works, but they do know they need a date to attend. They know Robin is going with Chrom and Alfonse with Bruno, and Kiran shrugs. “It’s not that important, right? Heck, I don’t even have a suit.” They plan to study and do homework instead until they hear a familiar voice.

“Not going to join your little nerd trio?” Kiran turns around and there’s Grima in his broody glory and Kiran can feel their heart skip a beat. They can’t say anything and Grima chuckles, backing them into a wall. “Oh? Did I render you speechless, whelp?” Kiran doesn’t know what to say until a hand slams by their head as they jerk up, eyes staring into two red ones, although it feels like they’re staring at six in total. Kiran gulps and takes in Grima’s features, noticing the very sharp canines and apparently long tongue.

“Grima, leave him alone!” Robin shouts, saving Kiran from possible death and humiliation and running towards them with Chrom. Grima tsks in annoyance and retracts his hand, turning and making his leave. Robin checks over Kiran as Chrom keeps an eye on Grima’s back.

“What did he want?” Robin asks. He knows Grima has an interest in Kiran, but like hell he’ll let Grima hurt his friend in any way.

When Grima has an interest in someone, it’s either a good sign where he actually has an interest in you or a bad sign where he gets bad vibes or is straight up annoyed by looking at you. (If Grima doesn’t like you, you can bet your ass of being constantly hexed and pranked on.) Robin doesn’t exactly know where Kiran lands, but he’s still worried.

“What did he want from you?” Robin asks again, and Kiran finally finds their voice and relays what Grima has said. Chrom has no idea what Grima wants, but Robin sure as hell does.

Robin confronts Grima about it, and even uses Grima’s real name when arguing, “Reflet, you sit your arrogant, sassy ass down right now!” Grima has god awful social skills, and it took a while for Robin to explain.

“you can’t ask someone out by scaring the hell out of them. Are you an idiot or something?”

“I’m only an idiot because you and your boyfriend’s stupidity rubbed off on me. Then again, you idiots were meant for each other.”

“You arrogant piece of-!”

“Ah ah ah, no cursing~!”

“Oh, I’ll show you cursing.”

After a skirmish and with the help of Robin (unfortunately), Grima asks Kiran if they want to attend the dance, and Kiran just blinks because they never would have thought Grima would have asked them of all people. They agree, albeit reluctantly, and Grima gives a curt nod before walking away. After realization, Kiran freaks out because they realize they have nothing to wear. Thank Alfonse, their blessed savior, for having spare suits and for almost being the same size as them.

At the entrance of the large hall where the ball is, Kiran watches as couples or friends enter the large room and waits patiently for Grima. They’re afraid of making a fool out of themselves and in front of Grima no less. Alfonse and Bruno wait with Kiran, and Alfonse can tell Kiran is going through the self-depreciation route again.

“Hey, it’ll be fine,” Alfonse reassures the other with a smile and Kiran weakly returns it. Grima finally arrives, looking formal and casual at the same time. Alfonse pats Kiran’s shoulder, giving a squeeze before entering the room and ignoring Grima’s glare. Kiran shuffles up to Grima and the other holds out a hand, waiting for it to be taken.

“I’m not going to devour you, okay?” Grima snaps, but his tone is lighter, and Kiran notices it, and takes Grima’s hand.

It turns out that that night was the best Kiran ever had. They danced with Grima for a bit, occasionally stepping on his feet, and talked with others. They noticed Celica and Alm dancing, and when Celica greeted them, Grima would stick his tongue out like a child and Celica would do the same. Kiran giggled because Grima looked cute before stifling it when Grima turned to glare at him, but it was half heartedly.

At the end of the night, Grima walks Kiran back to his house tower and they bid each other goodnight. Grima goes back to his own room and Robin’s somehow in there because he has friends who let him into the Slytherin house.

“How’d it go?” Robin asks, waggling his eyebrows.

“Get out,” Grima demands sharply as Robin laughs lightly.

“You’re smitten with him.”

“Do not start, brat.”

“Oh? I was sure you enjoyed your time with Kiran. They’re something, hmm?”

“Tch…pest.”

“Hey now, you wouldn’t have noticed the sweet boy if I hadn’t introduced you to him.”

“Robin, I swear to the Gods…”

“Alright, alright. I’m leaving,” Robin laughs and heads to the doorway, “But you know, you were so cute acting all lovey-dovey during the party. I’m sure Anna got a good picture of you with her camera.”

Grima throws a book at Robin, only for it to hit the door and growls when he hears Robin cackling like a mad man. “It’ll be great blackmail material!” He heard Robin’s voice echo while leaving and nearly crushes the bed post. He would start a damn house war just to get back at Robin.

#fanfiction #grima #kiran #robin #summoner #harry potter au #submission #I LOVE IT

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lovehotelreservation · 7 years

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Paradise with a Pair of Guys

Summary: Some tension between Frederick and Lon’qu leads to a bit of storminess on an otherwise beautiful day at the beach. Luckily you’re able to serve as a mediator for the two.

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Frederick/Reader/Lon’qu

LEGIT THE TIMING FOR @allstarharu‘S REQUEST COULDN’T BE BETTER WITH THE GLORIOUS SUMMER EVENT FOR FEH! THANK YOU DARLING! IT WAS A DELIGHT TO FULFILL THIS FOR YOU!

I HOPE YOU ENJOY!

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How could anyone stand to be so heated and aggravated in this weather, let alone exert any kind of physical effort that wasn't for leisure?

It was a question that puzzled you for most of the day during your trip to the Hotrealm. You weren't alone however, as you were accompanied by Lon'qu and Frederick. Though, it was moreso that Chrom was on his knees, begging for you to take the latter away for the prince was at his breaking point with having to deal with the near suffocating presence of his retainer. The former, utterly flustered and scowling, was basically shoved into your arms by a grinning Basillo--having heard that you would be leaving for the beach today--who laughed heartily as he exclaimed, "Oi, ya' could use some kisses from the sun, ya' cold bastard!"

Though you were basically playing an overly glorified and royally anointed babysitter, you looked forward to your time at the Hotrealm. Aside from being able to get away from camp and indulge yourself to the welcomingly cool waters of the sea, the set-up to this trip couldn't be any more ideal since you were just so fond of Frederick and Lon'qu. Not that you could ever admit such feelings, as one was devoted to his duties while the other was damn near married to his sword. Still, there were many afternoons spent daydreaming and nights passed with fantasy.

To suddenly be in this situation where Frederick was walking alongside you towards to shore, stripped of his armor to instead be in a loose fitting attire that revealed his remarkably sculpted, broad chest and legs made you thankful that Chrom was--unfortunately--at his wits end. Along with him was Lon'qu, who legitimately was stripping off his fur robes, despite his initial intent to keep them on to hide away from the heat. While it was hard to avert your eyes, you did at least offer to hold his umbrella for him, which he sternly refused, the complexion of his body already flushed red and slick with sweat.

Being welcomed the enticing gleam of the gentle blue waves washing upon the vast spread of warm, white sand, you were eager to enjoy this afternoon with the two of them.

As soon as they could actually get their minds off of anything other than upholding duties and training.

Unfortunately for you, rather than dive right into the water, the three of you set your belongings down in one of the canopy-styled cabanas, you were only caught between the two men.

And not in the typical manner you often imagined to yourself to one day be in.

Aghast at not being at the side of Chrom or Lissa, Frederick--in his shakiness to find something to do--insisted that the three of you not slack off in your duties as Shepherds, suggesting that you all get to work on honing and improving your cardio with some laps on around the beach.

Scoffing at the thought, Lon'qu adamantly refused, for strength training was a far better choice. In this weather, he reasoned, nothing would steel the mind and the sword better than swinging a weapon beneath the merciless sun.

"And what shall we use as targets? The natural fauna? And ruin any future visits for Lord Chrom and Lady Lissa? Foolishness," Frederick sighed with a firm shake of his head. "Besides, an axe would be a far better use for that sort of regimen."

"'An axe'?" Lon'qu repeated incredulously, his eyes narrowing. "You say this as though my swordsmanship wouldn't eviscerate your weapon on any given day."

"I beg your pardon?!" His shoulders tensing, Frederick's expression soon mirrored Lon'qu's as a deep frown formed on his features. "I'll have you know that absolutely nothing gets by me or my axe, especially to those who wish to do harm to the royal family! It's especially effective against arrogant swordsmen!"

As expected of Lon'qu, he did indeed have his sword attached to the belt he was wearing, which was keeping up the white material of his loose-fitting pants. Bringing his hand to the hilt, he challenged, "Then prove the worth of your words with your weapon, retainer!"

Feeling a headache begin to form, Frederick only pressed a hand to his temple, letting out a deep sigh. "I cannot believe milord would have me put up with such childishness. I do not wish to engage in such a meaningless spat, Lon'qu." Turning to where you were sitting upon the spacious, outdoor mattress provided in your cabana, he remarked, "My sincerest apologies for having you bear with this--"

But to his and Lon'qu's surprise, what was left in place of where you were sitting were your clothes. Astonished, the two looked around, soon coming across the tantalizing sight of your swimsuit-clad backside as you moved forward towards the ocean.

Frederick stumbled over your name whereas Lon'qu huffed out, "You'd actually slack off on training?"

"I'm making the most on a trip to the Hotrealms! It's not like we can be here all the time! Go train if you want to. I'll be out for a swim," You retorted while facing back towards them, even if you continued onward, your expression putting on a pouty facade to mask the abundant disappointment you felt.

Now Lon'qu was holding his head, sighing as he could hear the hurt in your voice--even he could pick up on that sort of thing.

Frederick looked to be the same, albeit much more guilt-ridden and ashamed by comparison.

The two eventually parted ways, unable to reach common ground on how to go about this afternoon.

As for you, not even submerging into weightlessness within the cool, refreshing embrace of the ocean could ease the heavy feeling in your chest. It really was a shame. Instead of having both around and spending time with the two, they were instead off and out on their own. Frederick was committed to his laps around the sand, occasionally stopping to pick out any seashells to bring back to Chrom and Lissa, whereas Lon'qu seemed to be particularly taken by a grove of coconut trees and trying to rid them of their fruit by striking their trunks with his sword.

It would seem that paradise--however gentle or passionate you yearned for it to be--was lost.

You eventually finished your swim when your throat was feeling much too parched to ignore. Though you did bring some canteens full of water, you thought to indulge in a different treat.

"Hey Lon'qu, do you mind opening a coconut for me?"

Though he appeared a bit startled at first, Lon'qu--who was currently hold up within the cabana, having drawn the curtains save for the one in front, sword in hand, coconuts, some split open, some still left whole by his feet--retained his composure. Gaze shifting towards you, the steeliness of his focused started diminishing when he realized that it was just you. However, seeing that your already form-fitting swimsuit was clinging to your dripping wet skin even further made him want to avert his eyes. Maybe even slink back to the shadows of the coconut grove.

But while he preferred to avoid adhering to any of ridiculousness, thinking back to that disappointment in your voice made him consider otherwise--even dabble in a bit of humor while he was at it.

Letting out a pondering hum, a small smile formed on his features as he readied his attack stance. "Only if you promise to not tear your eyes away while doing so."

"It's a promise!" You giggled, relieved and touched that he would indulge your silly request. Already, you felt a little better, especially since you were able to get through Lon'qu of all people.

As always, his swordsmanship never failed to leave you speechless. The movement of his sword was just too quick really fathom, which made his presentation of the opened coconut before you almost a surprise--though a welcomed one at that, as you took it from his hands with a thanks before you indulged in a refreshing sip.

But what truly startled and caused you to jump and jostle your coconut around was feeling a warm cloth suddenly press against your back, all the while you felt the splash of juice against the exposed skin of your chest.

"Oh! My deepest apologies!"

It was Frederick, his eyes grown wide as he held a towel in hand. With a glance, you realized it wasn't the one that you brought with you, but rather the fancy kind that was being sold at the souvenir stand that the three of you passed by on the way to the beach.

Did he buy it for you--?

"Tch, don't waste the fruits of my labor--!" Lon'qu exclaimed through clenched teeth, instinct seizing control over his judgment as he leaned forward.

And planted his mouth right onto your wet décolletage.

Frederick's jaw became slack in utter surprise.

Lon'qu found himself pausing mid-lick when he realized what he was doing.

You moaned even while stunned by his action, even arching slightly into his mouth in welcome.

Though, as it soon dawned on the three of you what your reaction just implicated you in, you sought to immediately clarify and apologize, "Lon'qu--! I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to--!"

"There's still juice left," he murmured against your skin before the warmth of his lean, muscled arms encased around your waist. "It'd be wasteful..." The last words he uttered before lapping his tongue against your skin, tasting the mix of sweet coconut juice and ocean salt, which--upon your flesh--made for a pleasant flavor.

To be held by Lon'qu all the while he dragged his tongue over your chest, nearing dangerously close to where your swimsuit covered you up, it was impossible for your legs to remain upright, your knees feeling weak. Not to mention, the urge to wrap your arms around his head and cradle him against you was overwhelming, enough that you forgot about the drink you held in your hand.

Thankfully Frederick was right behind you, catching it before even more of the juice spilled out.

"Don't make even more of a mess..." Frederick scolded gently, only for his voice to be caught in a hoarse purr, affected by the way you moaned for Lon'qu. "Or I'll have you clean it up, darling--" He stopped himself, his breath hitching for letting the term of endearment slip.

Your head craned back to face him, seeing the remorse evident on his handsome features.

You felt compelled to reassure him.

Not with words, but with a kiss.

But rather than shy away or dive into a tangent of how he couldn't indulge in such frivolousness, he reciprocated your action eagerly, the wide flat of his palm tucking under your chin. As if Lon'qu didn't leave you taken aback enough, you were surprised to witness the passion underlying that gentlemanly disposition of his. You felt his tongue slip against your own, lips claiming and sucking upon yours, all while you heard him groan fully without adherence to whoever heard.

Tied exquisitely with Lon'qu--now tugging on the straps of your swimsuit--and the thoroughness of his tongue, you were left breathless when the two of you broke away from one another.

Smiling with adoration up towards him, you panted, "It's fine, Frederick. Please...Call me whatever you like."

You could see the beginnings of relief etch onto his features, even if his shoulders remained uptight with apprehension. His tone hushed, he confessed, "Darling, honestly I've longed to be intimate with you for a great deal of time. But, is this right, or am I being too hasty with you? Are my lusts becoming too out of hand?"

Shaking your head, you remarked. "Not at all. I've been wanting this from you for a while too. Though..." Offering him a teasing but earnest smile, you added, "...if you're too flustered, then just think of this as stamina training."

"'St-Stamina training?'" He repeated, becoming flushed at your choice of words. While kissing you just now was more intense than anticipated--but continually longed for--it soon dawned on him that you were hinting to wanting more than just a simple kiss, especially when his eyes fell to how far down Lon'qu had tugged your swimsuit, the top curve of your areolas showing.

It was then that the swordsman drew his mouth away from your skin, his lips smacking before he licked them clean. His voice sounding huskier and lower in tone than usual, he grunted, "Fine by me. Training is training after all."

With his arms still encircled around your waist, Lon'qu tugged you forward, guiding you over to the mattress. Frederick stood by, his feet feeling glued to the floor as he watched on, seeing your swimsuit being peeled off of your skin, any newly exposed flesh left to be ravaged by a hungry mouth.

He heard you moan again--this time Lon'qu's name--out loud.

Though he gulped initially, Frederick couldn't deny how achingly tight that his once loose fitting shorts felt around his pelvis.

Here, he then decided it was best to fully close shut the last open curtain leading into your canopy.

Shielded away from the summer light, it was as though you entered your own personal haven, your partners being the two men whom you fawned over for the longest time.

Joined with your swimsuit, their clothes were scattered across the wooden platform that the canopy mattress was placed upon. Frederick never was one to litter, but with you right beside him, naked and ever so willing, he was possessed by the desire to make a mess out of you. Similarly, a man of strict discipline like Lon'qu would have an iron-clad focus, to not be easily shaken by distraction or anything of the sort. However, with the sweet mewls and moaned begs you let out, there was no other thought in his mind save for the need to utterly devastate you.

On one hand, this brought unity, whereby you had both men sucking hungrily on your nipples at once, their hands slipping between your legs, a constant cycle between groping and massaging your thighs, and rubbing over your slick center before easing their fingers inside. When their mouths weren't on your chest, they were planted right over yours, your neck, or--eventually--over your core while the other offered you open-mouthed kisses.

For all the pleasure offered to you, it felt only right to reciprocate. However, both were quick to grab your wrists if your hands traveled over to caress their stiff, hard cocks. To train stamina meant to test and stretch endurance for as long as possible.

And they most definitely preferred to stuff and stretch you out for however long as their bodies could last, willing to push themselves further while they pushed their cocks into you.

With the tremendous over preparing of one particular knight, a vial of a special balm remained open though it was drained of its contents, the remnants of which could still be found on Frederick's fingers, which clutched your hips while he plowed every inch of his thick cock into your ass. His massive, well-defined frame was hunched above your back as he left sweet and tender kisses along your shoulder blades, neck and spine, ever so earnest to kiss you when you had the chance to look back to him.

This was in consideration of the man who had his fingers threaded through your hair, keeping your head still and lips bound to his with fervent kisses.

Beneath you was Lon'qu, who was beyond satisfied to be able to drill his cock into your core. For him, he may be in a lower position than you physically, but with the way you cried out and rocked your hips against down against his unforgiving thrusts, it was evident as to who had the upper hand. Though affection was not expressed so easily, he was still aware of the significance to bringing pleasure to one you cherished, with the way he had his other hand pressed over your clit, caressing over the tiny stiffness continuously.

And in turn, you clenched, squeezed, and milked them down for what they were worth, which made them groan out their curses and hiss out their praises for you.

In the face of training stamina, you were one formidable challenge.

At one instance when Lon'qu's lips broke away from yours, you noticed him peek around you, eyeing Frederick with determination. "I'll have you know, retainer: my stamina cannot be outmatched." In turn, he released your hair to instead seize your waist while he slowed his pace, leaving you in delighted shivers as he jammed his cock into your core in long, deep thrusts.

Frederick let out a snort. "Is that so? Because I believe this stamina training is better of use to you than me. A true knight cannot be weak in spirit." For emphasis, he mirrored Lon'qu, slowing his rhythm, upping his intensity.

You cried out, the exquisite, torturous pleasure born from their competitive collaboration leaving you desperate to hold onto Lon'qu's shoulders while he fell limp across his chest.

The two couldn't help but share noises of amusement, with Frederick noting, "Hmm, though, perhaps our fair darling over here may need the most training."

Lon'qu smirked. "To that I can agree."

It would come to a surprise to Chrom later that day when he received a letter by the ever adorable messenger owl Feh, who noticeably had an express ribbon attached to its little leg. While questionable, he tried to not rejoice too much when he read your message that apparently you, Lon'qu, and Frederick would like to extend your day trip for the rest of the weekend. He held the letter close to his chest, letting out a blissful sigh of relief knowing that he was free from his overbearing retainer for just a bit longer. Though, he couldn't help but feel guilty that you would still have to be minding Frederick and Lon'qu for a bit longer, wondering if you had the energy and patience to do so with a sound state of mind.

But as far as you were concerned, a weekend in paradise couldn't be better.

#freder #lon'qu #fire emblem awakening #reader insert #summer of faffery #fic #super freaknasty writing #management will return in a queue minutes

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reduxroyal · 7 years

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What are you thoughts on fire emblem heroes so far? And who's on your team?

lol okay buckle the fuckle in kids this is gonna be a ride

(also thank you for this ask and I’m sorry you’re about to get way more info than you probably wanted)

We’ll start with the short answer, so people who aren’t really here for a fucking Fire Emblem history lesson can dip:

Heroes is a fun little game that is honestly a good test to see if you’d like proper titles because the mechanics are identical. They use smaller versions of the original maps, and even pull a lot of the classic music. It’s fun, it works, and there are some nice nods to the older games. My team is Lazlow, Tiki, Niles, and Frederick, all four star or below because the gotcha gods hate me.

Here’s the long answer. Like, really long answer.

Fire Emblem is, historically, not what we’d call a raging success in the US. The first six titles were Japan-exclusive. So from 1990 until 2003, nobody in the US really knew or cared about Fire Emblem because there were no fuckin games for them to play. So what happened to change that?

Melee. Melee happened.

Marth and Roy (for whatever fucking reason I still don’t know why) were on the roster of the 2001 fighter Super Smash Bros. Melee and boy howdy were they popular. You may remember that all of their voice lines were in Japanese, and that’s because they literally didn’t have English voice actors, because there were no English Fire Emblem titles. To be fair FE didn’t use cutscenes at that point so there were probably no voice actors period but like whatever.

So Roy and Marth become like, overnight sensations, and that coupled with the success of Intelligent System’s other tactical RPG, Advance Wars, prods Nintendo to give it a shot and release Blazing Blade internationally for the GBA in 2003. Blazing Blade is the story of Eliwood, Roy’s father, as well as Lyn and Hector, two other big names in FE lore.

But Blazing Blade only sells so-so. In fact, over the next eleven years, Fire Emblem hits a slump, both in Japan and abroad. Titles like Sacred Stones (the first video game I ever played) Path of Radiance and Radiant Dawn (why would you put a tactical RPG on anything other than a handheld literally why why why it makes no sense omfg) and Shadow Dragon (which is a rehash of the first game, Shadow Dragon and the Blade of Light) all do pretty mediocre.

So now the year is like 2010-ish and FE’s not picking up it’s lost revenue or interest, so Intelligent Systems starts planning what is essentially going to be the franchise’s finale, and that’s Fire Emblem Awakening. Intelligent Systems pulls out all the fuckin stops to make the best game they possibly can so it will be a proper last hurrah. If Awakening didn’t sell well, Fire Emblem was going to be shelved forever.

Awakening, of course, due to many things like good advertising, the right platform, a really fucking solid game with cool new mechanics, likeable characters, a decent plot, and fucking gorgeous cutscenes, becomes the best-selling game in Fire Emblem’s twenty-three year history. Which leads to the somewhat awkward question of what the fuck do you do when the thing that was supposed to be your franchise’s finale becomes the most popular installment of the whole goddamn series?

Well, if you’re Nintendo, you try to recreate it.

That’s what Fates is: a recreation. They (understandably) want to make that magic happen again. So they put together the same artists, a lot of the same voice actors, and everyone’s favorite marriage-to-child mechanic (that just does not make sense in Fates okay I’m sorry I love it and I’m here for it but we all need to agree that it just doesn’t make sense) and Fates does pretty well. Fire Emblem’s back in business.

But you’re left in this curious situation where more than half of your fanbase is only familiar with two out of fourteen titles, so it’s hard to decide where to go. Awakening and Fates are not traditional Fire Emblem games. They are so very, very different in so many ways. The pace of the games, the length of the games, the unit-recruiting process, roster size, the way Support works, even the buying and selling and acquisition of weapons like…there’s just this huge gap. How do you bridge it?

A…mobile game, I guess?

Which like don’t get me wrong, Heroes’ shortcomings have nothing to do with its platform. Like I said before: it’s cute and it’s competent. My issue lies more in the marketing of the game.

I’m sure we all remember the polls that went on to decide which Fire Emblem greats were going to be playable characters in the game, right? And you could pick anyone. Literally anyone. It didn’t matter if they were only apart of your roster for a map and a half. It didn’t matter if they were an enemy unit. It didn’t matter if they were some like, random archer you got in the third chapter so you could learn about ranged attacks. You could vote for any character from any Fire Emblem game, period.

Except, that means it’s essentially boiling down to a popularity contest between twelve practically unknown or rarely known Fire Emblem titles and the two newest, best-selling, fan favorites. Which isn’t upsetting so much as it is, like, dumb? Like of course the majority of people are gonna vote for Chrom and Camilla, that’s what they know. One of the best Fire Emblem characters (in my opinion) is Prince Innes, from Sacred Stones. He has a hilariously arrogant attitude, is bold and brash, and a sick fucking sniper who constantly insists he should be on the front lines and not in the back of the party with the rest of the ranged attackers.

Innes, of course, didn’t make the list. Because ten out of the chosen twenty male heroes were from Awakening or Fates (that ratio is 13:20 for the ladies if you were curious) So this game that was intended to like, I don’t even know, revive interest in old games or at least make them relevant, ends up not really doing that at all. Especially because out of the first eight chapters (that’s as far as I’ve gotten) four of ‘em explore the worlds of Awakening and Fates.

What about Path of Radiance? What about Sacred Stones? What about literally anything besides the last two games in the franchise because it’s not that I don’t like those games, it’s that you promised me a game that embraced all of Fire Emblem, and this ain’t it. Also you went to the trouble of giving Eirika official art and she’s not even a character you can draw what the actual fuck is she in this game or nah

BASICALLY (we’re almost done you almost made it) I think it will be interesting to see how Fire Emblem: Echoes plays out. Echoes is a remake of Fire Emblem Gaiden, a 1992 Japan-only exclusive that I, personally, know nothing about, but can tell you with relative confidence that it’s not like Awakening or Fates because nothing in FE is like Awakening or Fates. It’s coming out in May of this year and like…I’m really curious to see how the “newer” (and by the way newer does not mean in any way that you’re like less of a fan. I don’t care if the only Fire Emblem game you’ve played is Awakening, I’m just fucking glad you’re playing Fire Emblem, let’s be friends) fans will like it. The official description for it is: “Fire Emblem Echoes: Shadows of Valentia recreates classic Fire Emblem gameplay with a modern twist, mixing in exploration of dungeons crawling with enemies.”

I have never played a FE title that had a dungeon of any kind, unless you count the Tower of Valni from Sacred Stones. I don’t even know what that means in the terms of a tactical RPG but like, I guess we’ll see.

tl;dr I like Fire Emblem a whole lot and will always be bitter over Eirika’s bullshit outfit in Awakening’s DLC

Thanks for reading!

BUT WAIT THERE’S MORE

Hi! I’m back again! And at this point lots of things have changed in regards to this post! Most notably: Heroes has added lots of older Fire Emblem characters to the game (including Innes which makes my earlier complaint look really dumb) and Echoes came out and it’s genuinely one of the best games I’ve ever played, and easily one of the best games in FE’s franchise.

Here’s the thing that past me writing this post didn’t get: newer fans are just as invested as old fans, they just don’t have as much to be invested in yet. I can prattle on and on about Sacred Stones and Binding Blade and Shadow Dragon and all the titles I’ve played, but newer players (under-fucking-standably) aren’t going to go back and play games with bad graphics from the late 90′s and early 00′s, so they just hang out with the titles they have played, which for some people, is just Awakening, or just Fates.

Echoes was universally adored by the fanbase. There were a couple times I saw comments like “well, where’s the avatar unit?” or “why can’t I marry other units and have kids?” and like, I wanted to be mad, because those aren’t staples of Fire Emblem, but if anything it’s Nintendo’s fault for making two games back-to-back that promoted the hell out of those features. How could someone who only played Awakening and Fates (which is the majority of this game’s base) know any differently?

And Heroes has really done well with bringing in more characters from other games. Every single game in the franchise (even fucking Tharcia 776) is represented by at least two characters, and they’re always adding more. I think they’re genuinely doing the best they can to please everyone, and the only people throwing a fit are "older” fans who think they deserve more because, what? They’ve put more time in? They’ve somehow “earned” it?

Nintendo is a business, and businesses rely on popularity to fucking succeed. That’s just how it works. Like it or not, the realistic faces of this franchise are characters like Lucina, Ryoma, Corrin, Camilla, and Robin. That’s just how it works. Characters like Math and Lyn will always endue because they’ve been built up as legends, but now there’s so many new characters, and so many new fans, so of course things have to change and the attention has to shift.

And new fans are picking up the old characters just as much!! Characters that haven’t gotten fanart in a fuckin decade are suddenly getting a bunch of attention, because a new fan pulled them in Heroes, didn’t know who they were but liked their design, and went to town.

tl;dr - you aren’t more important just because you’ve “been a fan” longer, it makes complete sense that Nintendo would shift the focus to games like Awakening and Fates, and if you’re waiting for a certain character to show up in Heroes give it some time.

That’s all for real this time.

Also my new team (if anyone cares) is Innes, Leo, Azura, and Raven. I don’t want to talk about how much money I spent trying to gotcha twelve year-old video game characters.

I, uh, I just really like Fire Emblem.

also for all the Path of Raidance and Radiant Dawn fans who sent me asks saying those games were the highest-selling games for their consoles: you’re wrong, and here are the fucking receipts

#ask duchess #anon #fire emblem #oh boy #this got deep real quick #fire emblem heroes #fire emblem awakening #fire emblem fates #basically a history lesson in fire emblem okay

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There was no submit, but here we go. Hogwarts AU where Kiran, Alfonse, and Robin are the Book Trio, and one day, Alfonse and Robin decide to introduce their siblings to Kiran. Kiran meets Alfonse’s little sister, Sharena, and Robin’s older brother, Grima. When Kiran sees Grima, the first thing he thinks, “Oh no, he’s hot.” Grima is annoyed as Robin personally makes his life a living hell because not only does he bring Chrom over for dinner twice a week, Robin always drags him to “socialize.” 1/?

Anyways, Grima sees Kiran and sees the hidden lust in the younger’s eyes before scoffing. He’s used to others having a crush on him, and Kiran is no different, except there’s something appealing about him. Grima shakes his head and walks away back to his own group of friends dubbed the Fallen. Later on, Kiran notices that someone is spying on them and gets nervous. When they’re with Robin and Alfonse, the feeling goes away. 2/?

They tell the the others about it, and while Alfonse promises to find out who the stalker is, Robin has a hunch, but doesn’t say anything. Robin later confronts Grima in private, giving his older brother a smug look before Grima pulls harshly on both of his cheeks until Robin stops his damn smirking and gives in. Robin does and rubs his cheeks, a tear beading at the corner of his eye. 3/?

When a dance (Yule Ball I guess?) comes up, Kiran’s not as excited as Alfonse or Robin because they’ve never exactly been to one. With Kiran being a transfer student, they’re not sure how it works, but they know they need a date to attend. They know Robin is going with Chrom and Alfonse with Bruno, and Kiran shrugs. “It’s not that important, right? Heck, I don’t even have a suit.”They plan to study and do homework instead until they hear a familiar voice. 4/?

“Not going to join your little nerd trio?” Kiran turns around and there’s Grima in his broody glory and Kiran can feel their heart skip a beat. They can’t say anything and Grima chuckles, walking them back into a wall. “Oh? Did I render you speechless, whelp?” Kiran doesn’t know what to say until a hand slams by their head as they jerk up, eyes staring into two red ones, although it feels like six in total. Kiran gulps and takes in Grima’s features, noticing the very sharp canines. 5/?

“Grima, leave him alone!” Robin shouts, running towards them with Chrom. Grima tsks in annoyance and retracts his hand, turning and making his leave. Robin checks over Kiran as Chrom keeps an eye on Grima’s back. “What did he want?” Robin asks. He knows Grima has an interest in Kiran, but like hell he’ll let Grima hurt his friend in any way. 6/?

When Grima has an interest in someone else, it’s either a good sign where he actually has an interest in you or a bad sign where he gets bad vibes or is straight up annoyed by looking at you. Robin doesn’t exactly know where Kiran lands, but he’s still worried. “What did he want from you?” Chrom asks, and Kiran relays what Grima has said. Chrom has no idea what Grima wants, but Robin sure as hell does.

Robin confronts Grima about it, and even uses Grima’s real name when arguing, “Reflet, you sit your arrogant, sassy ass down right now!” Grima has terrible social skills, so asking Kiran to the dance like that was probably too direct. Later, Grima asks Kiran if they want to attend the dance, and Kiran just blinks because he never would have thought Grima would have asked. He agrees, albeit reluctantly and Grima gives a curt nod before walking away. 8/?

Then, Kiran freaks out because they realize they have nothing to wear. Thank Alfonse, this blessed savior, for having spares and for almost being the same size. Kiran watches as couples or friends enter the large room and waits patiently for Grima. They’re afraid of making a fool out of themselves and in front of Grima no less. Alfonse and Bruno wait with Kiran, and Alfonse can tell Kiran is going through the self-depreciation route again. 9/?

It turns out that that night was the best Kiran ever had. They danced with Grima for a bit, occasionally stepping on his feet, and he talked with others. They noticed Celica and Alm dancing, and when Celica greeted Grima and them, Grima would stick his tongue out like a child and Celica would do the same. Kiran giggled because Grima looked cute before stifling it when Grima turned to glare at him. At the end of the night, Grima walks Kiran back to his house tower and they bid each other goodnight. Grima goes back to his own room and Robin’s somehow in there because he has friends who let him into the Slytherin house. “How’d it go?” Robin asks, waggling his eyebrows. “Get out,” Grima demands sharply as Robin laughs lightly. “You’re smitten with him.”“Do not start, brat.”“Oh? I was sure you enjoyed your time with Kiran. They’re something, hmm?”“Tch…pest.”“Hey now, you wouldn’t have noticed the sweet boy if I hadn’t introduced you to him.”“Robin, I swear to the Gods…”“Alright, alright. I’m leaving,” Robin laughs and heads to the doorway, “But you know, you were so cute and acted all lovey-dovey during the party.”Grima throws a book at Robin, only for it to hit the door and growls when he hears Robin cackling like a mad man. He would start a damn house war just to get back at Robin.

FUCKING NICE MY DUDE NICE NICE NICE

Maybe I really should open submissions….hmmmmm.

#ask #kiran #grima #celica #robin #alfonse #bruno #chrom

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