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themultifandomgal · 1 year

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Temptation Pt23

Temptation Masterlist

"They're coming!" Alice looks in the direction that the Volturi will appear from. Then we all see them walking slowly towards us, all hoods up. Emmett takes my hand in his and gives it a squeeze. Then all in sync take their hood off

"Impressive" Jane is the one to speak "I've never seen a coven escape an assault of this magnitude intact"

"We were lucky" Carlisle says

"I doubt that"

"It appears we missed an entertaining fight" Alec now speaks

"Yes. It's not often we're rendered unnecessary"

"If you'd arrived half an hour ago, you would have fulfilled your purpose" Edward almost spits

"Pity" Jane squints her blood red eyes but then her eyes catch on something else, or should I someone else "you missed one" I look at Bree who is stood behind Carlisle and Esme absolutely scared. Jasper moves over to Bree in a protective way

"We offered her asylum in exchange for her surrender"

"That wasn't yours to offer" Jane replies to Carlisle "why did you come?" Janes then uses her power to make Bree feel pain. I squeeze Emmetts hand tighter from her screams, not from feeling sad but from the anger I feel towards Jane "who created you?"

"You don't need to do that, she'll tell you anything you want to know" Esme being a mother figure carmly says

"I know" Jane responds like it's nothing

"I don't know! Riley wouldn't tell us, he said our thoughts weren't safe" Bree finally says after catching her breath

"Her name was Victoria. Perhaps you knew her?" Edward digs

"Edward, if the Volturi had knowledge of Victoria, they would have stopped her. Isn't that right Jane" Carlisle tries to be peacekeeper

"Of course" she doesn't seem so sure "Felix"

"She didn't know what she was doing!" Esme shouts "we'll take responsibility for her"

"Give her a chance" Carlisle pleads alongside Esme

"The Volturi don't give second chances. Keep that in mind, Caius will be interested to know that she's still human"

"The date is set" I frown at look at Bella. I look back at Jane who looks taken back a little

"Take care of that Felix, I'd like to go home" Felix then walks over to Bree and kills her. Bree's cries and screams are almost deafening. Emmett pulls me into his chest and wraps his arms around me. I watch Jane leave, my hatred growing stronger for her.

The run home was quiet, that is until Emmett asks me a question

"Do you want to go and see Jacob?"

"I don't think I would be entirely welcome. That's still their territory" Emmett and I walk through the front door and in to the living room where Edward is sat at the piano

"Bella will let you know how Jacob is" he says not looking up from the keys

"What did Bella mean by the date is set?" I ask

"Oh well errm, I wanted to tell you this when Bella is with me, but.." Edward shifts uncomfortably. The others all join us also curious with what secret plans the love birds have been getting up to "you know a couple of nights ago, you all went out to feed and it was just Bella and I?"

"Congratulations brother" Emmett smiles

"Wait what? how did you know?" Edward looks confused

"It's written all over your face. This calls for a celebration"

"Don't you want to wait for Bella? I mean it should be her celebration as well"

"Well I guess if she wants a celebration for taking your virginity then"

"Oh my god" I sigh shaking my head

"What?" Edward shouts

"Ok no celebration? I just thought that because you have waiting over 100 years to lose your virgini..."

"No Emmett, that's not... we didn't..." Edward sighs "I proposed to her" I look at Edward with wide eyes "the deal was she had to marry me if she wanted to be one of us" I hear Rosalie scoff

"Well son, congratulations. We look forward to the wedding which will be?"

"The 13th of August"

"Of which year?" Esme asks

"This year"

"Oh my, we have a lot of work to do before then" Alice gasps.

After all of us saying our congratulations to Edward, Emmett and I go up to our room. I put on some comfy clothes and get into bed. Emmett gets in next to me and hold me tight

"I can't get her screams out of my head, I don't know if I'll even sleep tonight"

"I know, but I'm right here. I'm always here"

"Thank you" I sigh

"Are you happy?" Emmett asks me out of the blue

"What?" I frown looking at Emmett

"I know you would love to have a relationship with Jacob and Billy. They're your biological family at the end of the day"

"And you are my chosen family. Look yes I would love a relationship with them, but you are my family, Esme is my family, Carlisle is my family, Thomas, Rosalie, Alice, Jasper, Edward and now Bella are my family. I'm happy, I promise you" I place my hands on Emmetts face and kiss him

"I love you" he says making me smile

"I love you too"

#twilight x reader #twilight #new moon #eclipse #breaking dawn #emmett cullen x reader #jasper cullen #esme cullen #edward cullen #carlisle cullen #alice cullen #rosalie hale #bella swan

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jagopolis · 3 years

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if you're still taking prompts: 9, chrom

I am! Always :). Just Chrom you say? Alright then, just Chrom it is!

Prompt 9 - Blood. Chrom.

Chrom has always understood the importance of his blood.

His father had drilled it into his head ever since Chrom could remember. You carry the brand, he'd say, tracing the birthmark on Chrom's shoulder in his rare moments of gentleness, you are of holy blood and you must never forget it.

Truth be told, even if Chrom tried to forget it, the world would not let him.

Until the age of roughly 4 he thought that the entire "holy blood" thing means only the birthmark. Then began his combat training. Any sword given to him would break within hours, and on a particularly frustrated night he punched a hole through a thin wall.

Exalted blood, his tutors would whisper, nodding at his unnatural strength, it manifests so early.

But he'd only learn the true importance of that accursed red liquid later.

It was a day of training like any other. At least, in theory. There were many people gathered around the training grounds, looking, watching. His tutor had a nervous expression. His father was there. His father unsheathed his holy sword. Chrom panicked, immediately bowed, convinced he would be executed on the training grounds for something his father deemed a crime, but. Stand straight and take this sword.

The Falchion was too large for him. Thank Naga for his strength, he could more-or-less wield it. He took it into his trembling hands and took a swing. Nothing of note happened. The skies didn't split, his brand didn't flare up, the birds didn't start screeching. He just took a swing with a sword. His father nodded to his tutor, and he took a training sword and announced that they shall spar. So they did. They fought as per usual, but with so many eyes fixed upon him, Chrom felt more nervous than he ever did.

Swing, block, riposte. Slash, step, fall back. Somewhere down the line his grip on the sword changed into an unfamiliar but somehow more correct one. The next attack was one he never learned, but it felt right. In his hands the Falchion began swishing through the air in patterns no young child could ever come up with on their own.

Chrom was never a poet, nor one for pretty words, but he'd say that the Falchion was singing to him. A whiz hummed the story of the hero-king Marth, the ancient heroic ancestor of their family. A clank chanted the story of the First Exalt, who used this very blade to slay the evil Fell Dragon. A whoosh cried of all the other Exalts, all the previous men wielding this blade.

The Falchion chose Chrom.

And so, when his father fell in battle, and Emmeryn ascended to the throne, he was the one entrusted with the holy blade. It didn't speak to Emm, despite her being the closest thing to a living saint of Naga Chrom has ever seen. It didn't speak to Lissa, despite her many attempts to prove herself as worthy of this family.

When he received it, the Falchion quietly murmured out the slaughter of Plegians.

The Exalted blood led Emm to become an inspiring ruler. It led Lissa to become an aspiring mage. And it led Chrom to the blade, battlefield, and bloodshed.

And if his sisters could be protected by him singing along with the Falchion, so be it.

Just please, don't let his song be the cacophony his father's was.

#fire emblem #fire emblem awakening #fe13 #chrom #i always wondered what it meant to be chosen by the falchion #so #enjoy this small character study?#ngl chrom isnt my most sure muse but! i trh #prompt requests #drabble

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runephoenix6769 · 6 years

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Raven and Summer Rose Death FNDM speculation.

I keep seeing comments and posts about Yang accusing Raven of killing Summer and I’m genuinely baffled.

Some people claim this must mean Raven killed Summer for her Maiden powers. Some people are quoting Red Like Roses part two as proof. Some people quoting Sacrifice as proof AND

When Yang asks her ‘Did you kill her too?”

There is nothing in any of the previous Volumes to suggest that Raven killed Summer or that Yang might be privy to such information..

It is something way too important to happen off screen. Esp bearing how little we know of Summer n the circumstances of her death other than Hazel’s comment about Silver Eyed Warriors.

“We’ve dealt with their kind before!”

(Which could be anyone but it is safe to say its a good chance that it’s Summer they are referring to.)

Summer and her death seems to be something CRWBY are keeping for a reveal later in the series and I doubt it would be thrown away on a expostional clanger dropped by Yang.

What we know so far, confirmed.

The songs are not total confirmed canon.

Silver Eyed warriors cannot become Maidens. (Lemme hunt out where i came across it, dont shoot me just yet n if i fail to find it I’ll take it out.)

Maidens can only acquire the powers up to the age of 30.

( https://www.reddit.com/r/RWBY/comments/7x3w4s/crwby_ama_w_miles_luna_kerry_shawcross_and_paula/ )

That the previous Spring Maiden was a child/young teenager.

One of the ways to acquire the powers is by being in the previous Maiden’s last thoughts. Triggering the transfer with a weird sucky arm Grimm thing..

Or be the poor sucker who acquires it at random.

So this debunks the “Raven killed Summer for her Maiden powers.” theory

If Raven is ball park 40 in Vol 5 This means that Raven has had the Maiden’s powers for the very minimum a decade.

(40, the youngest she could possibly be given Yang’s age of 18/19 meaning Raven gave birth at 21/22 ... but graduation from Beacon would be at 21/22 making it highly unlikely so I’m leaning towards her being slightly older)

I came across a vid on youtube that attempted to figure out just how long Summer Rose has been dead, and they suggested that with Ruby being unable to remember Summer much and Yang remembering a whole lot more that there is a good chance that Yang was at least 6 minimum and Ruby 4 when Summer did not return home, meaning that at the time of Vol 5 Summer has been gone for 12 years maximum.

Which could very well closely tie into roughly the same time period Raven acquired the Maidens powers. However, I’m not entirely sold on that. I think Raven had the Maiden abilities a good bit before Summer died.

We know from Raven and Yang’s convo in the vault that the SM child/teenager must have spent some considerable time with Raven, first due to Raven saying she was attempting to train the kid and second due to the nature of the transfer of power.

Yang:

“She must have trusted you a lot, if you were the last person in her thoughts.”

(Did you kill her too?)

Raven’s lack of answer at first, her silence, her face speaks volumes. Her choked, emotional outburst of anger and hot tears that

“It was mercy”

It does not come across as something that Raven did lightly or easily, and suggests that Raven was at least in some way emotionally attached to the kid.

(We know nothing of what prompted Raven to leave Tai and her newborn, *though personally i do think she kept an eye on things in bird form and I think it was Raven that saved Yang and a very young Ruby when she went in search of her mother, namely because of the red eyed corvid in Yang’s memory, but that could also have been Qrow* and we know very little of what she has been up to in the subsequent years, other than becoming leader of the tribe, avoiding Salem, n the whole Spring Maiden subplot. Confirmed details are scant n left up to speculation.)

We know Raven has sacrificed a lot, but what exactly. Her Relationship with her team/daughter/friends/lover??

Has she sacrificed parts of herself, as in what weighs on her,

# ie Did she help facilitate the SM kid’s passing, if so was it her own hand that murdered a child, or did she see a kid/teenager in pain and answer that childs pleas to end its suffering?

When she spits at Cinder about turning herself into a monster for power and Cinder’s retort, to paraphrase, “Pot calling kettle black.”

Raven bridles at the suggestion that she is anything like Cinder, suggesting that she did not do it out of any sort of gleeful gain.

She has said time and again, this power is a burden, that no one should be asked to carry it. This whole ordeal has cost her.

I am open to the suggestion that Raven may have been present at Summer’s death. Raven has seemed to allude that people have died in vain for Ozpin’s cause, and she is has nothing but disdain for Ozpin and his use of children as his weapons. She has an anger towards him that hasn't dulled in 20 years!

I am willing to bet that the dying in vain person is Summer, that maybe Raven witnessed how even a fabled Silver Eyed Warrior was unable to defeat Salem , and if one of them couldnt, how on earth is anyone else meant to?

That she thinks Ozpin is pulling a Dumbledore with Ruby...

A calf being fattened up for slaughter to die at the right time.

Setting Ruby on the same path as her Mother.

Raven is quite dead set against children being lied to or put in a position to risk their lives without all the facts.

She was quite critical of Cinder’s use of children

”Two children you have tricked into following you.”

Telling Yang enough, that now Yang is beginning to question just what exactly shes fighting for.

Some may argue the point, but what about Vernal.

Vernal seemed to know the exact risks and what was involved in pretending to be the Spring Maiden. She didnt at all come across as if Raven had kept her in the dark about any of it.

Which goes to show that despite her failings Raven has some sort of transparency to a point and not willing to do what Ozpin has done which is to let people go blindly to their fate without all the facts.

#rwby #raven branwen #ozpin #summer rose #yang xiao long #qrow branwen #ruby rose #vernal #cinder fall #long post #professor ozpin #salem rwby #salem #silver eyed warriors #silver eyes #team strq #team rwby #tai xiao long

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cutegirlmayra · 6 years

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Do you ever think sonic would ever kiss Amy in the heat of the moment and not even realize he’s doing it until it’s too late in the modern universe? And if so can you write a prompt about it?

Emm… EMMMM.. the Canon me wants to say that SEGA would have to really have loosened their previous grip on keeping Sonic and Amy all about the ‘chase’ factor. But the me who studies Character and sees Sonic progressing throughout his life would say that ‘spur of the moment’ kissing–especially a first one– would definitely be a plausible way to get Sonamy progressing and show that Sonic has grown as well.

But not realizing it? I could see him doing it quickly and then realizing ‘hey, this isn’t bad.’ (kinda like SheldonxAmy from Big Bang moment.) and after a minute of figuring himself out, he may actually allow another to slip, but that would require a huge emotion surge with an intensity that was built through high-stakes. (my theory that Sonamy can only really work through tragedy, or a great deal of emotions and drama that compels them together.)

But having said that… here’s an idea I had on the matter of Modern Sonamy… *Please imagine that great stakes already happened and they’ve been through a lot since presently opening with this scene…

Prompt:

Amy walked ahead of Sonic, hands together and in front of her, bouncing with each cute, peacefully charming step she took through the woods.

Her head was down, chatting up about random things, as Sonic listened to the echoes of the forest… the rivers and birds… then he looked straight at Amy’s back.

Muscles moving, nothing new.

He raised his eyes a little bit.

Her hair bobbed with each stepped, and she animated herself by moving her head up and around at the pretty forest scenery, then giggling and looking ahead again.

She turned back only once and smiled by squinting her eyes in glee towards him, seeing him slightly paying attention to her anyway, or seeming like it, and advanced on.

He found himself drawn towards the middle part of her large, bundled quills. Each strand pressed down and securely with the others.

Something heated up in his fingers, and he itched to at least touch one out of place.

Something about making her imperfect all of a sudden graced his mind and he took the small tip of her large bundle of back quills and felt around at the ends that slightly poked at his fingertips.

It was the sensation they wanted, he realized. As the fire simmered down and he flicked one out, rubbing it to stand up straight as was the nature of when quills were activated.

He kept a neutral face the entire time, but his eyes kept her in the corner of his attention, making sure she didn’t notice.

Then, his finger twitched for another feeling.

He looked down at the white rim of her red dress.

He lowered his eyes further to see her tail and feet, disappearing with each flap of its hop-like design bouncing with her movements.

He smiled in his mind, thinking her kinda funny, before allowing his hand to lightly, making sure once more he went undetected with a fast shift of his lazy eyes to the back of her head and then began to fell the fabric through his gloved hand.

Some grim from his glove inked a bit off into the white, but that only made his mental smile expose itself for a fleeting second to his face.

He had made her imperfect. Touchable. It wasn’t such a sin anymore to want to feel what it was like. Having even a little bit of her between his fingertips…

He felt like an infant, gripping the ends of a woman’s dress and following after her, but at the same time… he didn’t want to let go.

These feelings had started to boil under the surface of his skin since that horribly suspenseful adventure where he had grabbed Amy from certain doom. Clinging to her hand that felt faint and unsavable, as her body hung from the cliff of magma.

He honestly thought, for a quick moment, that he hadn’t saved her.

That thought had been haunting him. It was if it had happened, and perhaps he kept feeling like he needed to touch her to remind himself she was still alive, still well and with him.

But there was something else too.. something that dared him to never let her out of his sights again.

That was what troubled him the most…

“Sonic? Hey! Are you even listening to me!?”

His hand, as quickly as she had stopped to turn, sprang as fast as a darting thief back to his side and gripped his hip.

He turned too, still an avoiding and neutral expression to his face, scanning the scenery on the side of the route they traveled through.

Amy had suggested a walk. He silently conceded, but walks let his mind wander too much, which was why he didn’t prefer them as much…

“Sonic? Hey, are you ignoring me?” She peeked around his frame and leaned herself more into his line of view, cutely tilting her head as if questioning he was playing with her or not.

She really was something… so pure and untouched… well, not anymore.

“Hmph.” she leaned back, deciding it was play, he concluded. “You usually snap back with a quick… well… quip at this point! Hehe!”

She had one of those laughs and faces you knew were sincere. Straight down to her core, you knew she was giggling. No masks, no mistakes… she was the living embodiment of perfect self-awareness and expression.

“Sometimes… I just like to listen and be quiet, Amy.”

She found that a strange reply and he quickly decided to let her believe he was playing with her.

He felt strange but didn’t want to let her on to it. And if he wasn’t careful, she would start to investigate, and that would be a whirlpool of suffocation for him right now.

He flicked his itching pointer finger up into the air, tipped his lazy toes up, and leaned with a cocky smile to her. “I like to listen to nature. Hear the music or sounds it makes.” he walked around her, and then turned his head to the shifting trees and named some of the sounds around him.

“-And you’re just one sound that adds to that experience, Amy.” he smiled, hands on his hips in a confident manner.

However, he knew it was a facade. Unlike her heart on her delicately smooth sleeve that carried it, he was almost always feeling vulnerable and shy around her.

One wrong move and her perfectness would slip. He would ruin that perfect smile, that headstrong wit, that beautiful way her quills rested down and never spiked up at anyone, not even once.

Jealous suddenly of how anyone could approach her without them defending her, he found his eyes darting to the ground and shifting about.

He sometimes hated thinking.

“So… I’m just noise then?” She folded her arms, musing with a smile and furrowed eyebrows.

She was playing back, he noticed.

He was noticing a lot about her lately…

He looked up and grinned right back with a charming smile. “A special kind of noise.”

“Special?” she beamed, leaning forward and dropping her hands, widely outstretched behind her in excited hopes of grandeur meanings.

He leaned back and winked, allowing her hope to linger a moment before walking on. He positioned his fiery hands back behind his head, realizing they wanted a little bit longer of a time to taint her again, but he would have to wait for another ideal moment to do so without her knowledge of it.

He wouldn’t plan it. He decided it would just happen the way things always tended to happen when it came to being around Amy Rose…

“Ohh…” she seemed to sound disappointed he abandoned the rest of their game, but he didn’t mind her protest.

He heard a moment later the scattering of leaves under her feet, quickly catching up to him, and kept his resting smile so she wouldn’t suspect anything now that he was leading the scenic walk.

He closed his hungry eyes, decided to starve himself from looking at the contrast between the pink and green view he once took in a moment ago.

He felt her hurry up along the edge of his side, leaning her head forward to inquire again, as most of the time, her questions were surrounding things about him anyway.

“Hey, Sonic… what’cha been thinking about?”

He removed a hand to give it the satisfaction of at least itching inside his ears, tilting his head lazily to do so. He really didn’t have the energy to bolt away, so he allowed himself to remain by her perfect kindnesses and just enjoy the quiet peace that always retained itself around her when she was being restfully pleasant and quaintly chill.

“I don’t know. Stuff, I suppose. Sometimes I can think of nothing at all.” he could imagine her confused and slightly annoyed expression from not understanding his answer at all, and it amused him to think of her trying to figure it out.

His fingers kept burning so he put them down and looked at them, rubbing and flicking them out as he placed them down and in front of himself.

“Nothing? At all? Even with me right here by your side? Aww…” she sighed, once again disappointed in his reply.

But he expected disappointment, was used to it because he knew how imperfect he was. Even if her image of himself was perfect, he knew he could never be anything more than just… well… what he wanted himself to be.

And he never dreamed of being perfect.

Amy suddenly let out another giggle, and he shifted his eyes to her in curiosity, knowing that was usually the sign that she was playful yet again for another teasing round of the same game with him.

Flirting…

Amy was a master and amateur at flirting.

He knew this, but he kept it to himself. Because it would be dangerous to inform her that at times she was perfect, and at other times, he was glad she wasn’t.

To resist her at her perfect attraction would be the ultimate test, but no sin. However, to fake that her charms were off at her worst, would be to insult nature’s beautiful way of giving you an escape from temptation.

So he would appease her. Nature and its child. Perfect little Amy Rose. A symbol of its love for life and vitality. Encompassed in one perfect little lady.

She pranced around near some small opening from the road and refused to give him a chance to continue on.

She stopped him in his tracks with every movement of her hyper little body. The way the crevices folded together when she bent, or the sway of her hair as she turned.

She smiled. She never stopped. Perfect people can’t feel anything but perfect.

He stopped and watched with what looked to be little interest.

But inside was a roaring to embrace her. To carry her into his arms, and to smother her with the fire of his fingertips, and keep her prickly hairs standing on end in hopes they might push him away.

He hoped they would be able to push him away.

He wanted to get away.

His eyes lingered but his will was too powerful.

He ripped his eyes from the portrait of her enjoying the grassy dirt and light beams of sunlight through the canopies of the trees.

His eyes stung by the pain of his harsh tear from the object they were so fixated on thinking about, but he just kept them close to heal…

Something perfect… gravitates to those who are imperfect.

So they may taint them.

Sonic couldn’t be perfect and he wouldn’t ever be.

But he knew the sin to taint her was unforgivable. Not enough perfects existed in the world.

He growled out the side of his mouth.

They could make perfect little babies to add to their perfect little numbers of scarce and few.

Amy called and her voice rang through the pronounced sensations of his mind trying to overcome his body.

He turned back to her, almost as if summoned to a fate he couldn’t avoid and looked at her puzzlingly.

“Well? What? You looked fine without me.” He played, always playing… never more serious than a taunt or flaunting of knowing she wanted him to be closer and that he never would dare step further into the fire.

Like a kid and a match. Though there was only one match left, and he didn’t want to waste the fun he had with it by lighting it watching it burn out.

What a sad thing to savor… something that burnt out so quickly.

But Amy… was perfect.

“I’d never be fine without you~ Teehee!” she skipped up to him, wanting to fan the fire he constantly put out with a tight clasp whenever she tried to bring the thought of lighting the single match back.

She was on-point in her game today, where he mentally had to slap his hands together to make sure the flame was fully killed again, but…

He turned his head away from her being so close. Something about today didn’t feel quite right.

She was insulted by his indifference and turned away, swishing her arms to move her dress to sway and then held a stance of thought.

He dared to take a quick second to look over and analyze her reaction. A dangerous move… but he ended up caring too much and letting some of the fire slip out to warm her if she began to cry…

“Sonic… do you… like me?”

He felt hot water immediately begin to wash his skin off his bones.

“Like.. who I am? As a person?” she swayed her body back and forth, left to right, looking innocently to the ground as he swallowed, letting a wave of cool spit bring down the warmth inside of him.

Was fate testing him?

Why does it always do that!?

The whites of his eyes showed how truly scared he was of ever letting the fire slip, ever allowing it to touch and burn away the perfectness from her.

Worry-struck, he remained frozen and silent.

“…Do you ever…” she looked up, tilting her head, “Think of me?”

When she turned her head to him, she giggled innocently and kicked the ground before hopping over some grass, as though her perfectness wouldn’t allow her to trample over what her mother, Nature, had created in the same likeness of herself.

No… she couldn’t sin. It wasn’t allowed for something that Mother Nature gifted to be her perfect example of perfectness.

As he continued to remain prejudice and silent in his thoughts and words, she fluttered her eyes to him and then down, turning away again.

“Do you ever think I’m pretty?”

He tightened every muscle in his body.

‘Don’t you move…’ he commanded, his will stronger than the fires inside of him, heating up his 70 percent of imperfect water. Burning his flesh off would be worth keeping her perfect… it would be worth keeping her untouched and unhurt by the world that wasn’t perfect…

“Do you ever… just think of me?”

Her form… in the light of the trees as she stretched to absorb it. She was used to warmth… she may be able to withstand even fire…

It twisted and elongated. He could see the sharp curves, the long, thin legs protruding from her wide dress… a bell-shaped flower.. with her head as it’s sweet pollen’s resting place.

Ah, honeybees love to suck on those heads, but Sonic was a hedgehog, and a decent one at that.

Honeybees couldn’t manage their fires, but he would protect this Rose from any such flames that arose around her!

He closed his eyes and gripped his remaining skin on his arms, though he mentally knew they were fallen off his bone by now from the heat that rose and threatened his sanity.

Why did he want to? Why did he envy the perfectness of gentlemen honeybees?

Hedgehogs could maintain flowerbeds, sure. But he never really took up gardening…

Honeybees could fly lightly up to a flower’s lips,… hedgehogs scuffle along their toes…

“Do you ever think… I’m attractive?” she suddenly giggled, but he could hear her slight panic at his absolute still and silent frame.

His eyebrow twitched, and he immediately looked away from her, up at the trees, before closing his eyes.

He knew that would make her upset. But maybe that hammer could smash the flames, put him out of this deadly struggle to keep her unharmed.

Flowers burn up easily… perfectness gets tainted so quickly…

He had to hold back. He had to remain still and silent.

Oh, Amy… you tease and you flirt… you but you only hurt yourself.

She pursed her lips, making him realize his eyes were opened again, and couldn’t help but refocus on her pollen.

Why were honeybees so into the taste of pollen anyway?

The thought was dangerous, but so was when she pouted and glared at him, rushing right up to him in angry little huffs, feet skimming the ground at her upsetness to his indifference.

Suddenly, she shook out her and tried again, surprising him out of his act.

“Don’t you ever… want to hold me? Long to… to keep me close to you? Even sometimes?”

He turned away, his hand covering his face as he worried she saw something… something leak through… some fire blazing in his eyes that he tried to keep relatively to himself.

She turned away, stomping her foot to the ground. “Fine! I get it! You don’t… you haven’t yet… but you will! I’ll make sure of it! Because we’re destined to be together, Sonic! I just know it and-!”

She tensed up.

A fugitive hand had reached back behind him, skimmed her shoulder to the crevice of where her back met her arm and stole some perfectness from her body.

It was so fast, that Sonic hadn’t noticed his fingers had gone rogue.

In absolute terror, he looked up to see Amy turning her head to identify the perpetrator… and to realize it was attached to him.

He pulled it back with the darting spring of its last act beforehand, lightning would have been proud fo his speedy getaway, clinging to the moment it had stroked the perfectness off some of her skin… leaving a cooling feeling that alleviated some itching in them but without it… they burned once again for another robbery.

He was about to race away when she cried out to him- “Sonic! Wait!”

He mentally could comprehend the arms that were outstretched behind him, wanting to be burned up and fuel the rest of the fires that licked his exposed bones.

he felt vulnerable again. A child who had lit his match out of absolute necessity from waiting so long… but now…

He hadn’t realized.

He had flung himself around as if to the call of the wild, and let her will be done instead of his own.

He was tired of fighting a battle he feared he would always lose too. No matter how much he struggled.

He hadn’t realized that she lingered by his mouth.

That she waited as if permission.

That she stared into his eyes, her hands cooling his chest as they firmly rested there.

His arms encircled her and he hadn’t realized.

His breathing grew soft but heavy and he hadn’t realized.

He was breathing in her perfect little world, her perfect image of himself, her perfect way of things…

And he was inches from taking it all into him… from bringing her perfectness to himself.

In the heat and stir of the moment, he let out a breath, escaping the confines of his heart, “Yes…”

Her eyes raised as if she was blossoming before him.

“Sometimes… I do.”

It wouldn’t be the last time he said those last words.

It wouldn’t be the last time he said ‘yes’ either.

It was like he was answering years of her questions, all in one pivotal reply.

Then she moved up and closer to his face.

Then… he said goodbye to his love of imperfection.

And then… he kissed into her world…. of the perfect love.

(You said ‘heat of the moment’ right?)

He drew back the second he regained himself.

They were kneeling on the ground.

His hands were entangled in her spiked hair, which he instantly connected was because they must have been stimulated in some way.

He realized his face felt pressed and touched, several times in fact.

He panicked, feeling his heart moving so fast when he wasn’t racing through plains or mountainscapes.

He looked and listened.

His senes restored, he realized his sin and stepped away.

“Oh no..” he had given into perfect.

“Sonic?” she removed her hands and sat down, withdrawing and wondering what was wrong.

He kicked his feet away, gripping his head. “Oh no, oh no, oh no!!” he repeated through gritted teeth in his fright, getting up and moving away from her.

He had brought her into imperfection… and allowed her to bring him to perfect.

He realized what this meant. Amy would want perfect little kids. Say goodbye to Eggman. Get a JOB.

“Amy… I…I’m..” he felt the need to say he was sorry for kissing her. He felt the desire to just tell her it was all a misunderstanding. To forfeit the perfect he had received from her and reclaim some of his imperfect world.

But instead, he turned to see her there, something absolutely loyal to whatever world he may inhabit.

Perfect… because he knew she loved him perfectly.

“I..” he felt his entire being surrender once more to her reality and gave up what little freedom he thought he could muster of living without her perfect love.

“I love you.” it was unrehearsed, unthought of, and betrayed what he wanted to say.

But even just that tiny slimmer of perfect… still lingering in his body and on his lips… made him realize that he just couldn’t live without it.

It had to be in his world.

His… whatever it was… perfect and imperfect… a world that he would create for not only himself but now for the whims of a single rose he couldn’t leave unattended.

THE END.

(But it’s really never the end…)

#sonamy #sonicxamy #cutegirlmayra #sonamy prompt #sonic prompt #amy rose

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ichoiheedong · 7 years

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RIDE ME [BTS JUNGKOOK] Epilogue

bts member : jungkook x reader

Genre: angst /smut

rated mature : but not in all the chapters

summary : if you want to and if you don’t want to, things are bound to happen and you broke the rules and run away only to find your self in a lion’s Den , jungkook a man who has every thing; power wealth and fame all together to burn your heart and existence if you moved away, in a land full of horses what could happen between both of you ,two young persons who meant to share the same dream !

jungha sweetheart watch out you need to be more careful with Lisack, also he still a young horse the boy cutely pouted looking at you with confuse in his beautiful eyes

"i still young too mom i'm only ten

you chuckled ruffling his hair then bent down to reach his level

" yeah you still a cute boy who's turning to a young man soon and i'm happy i can see you growing up sweetheart

" yeah i will grow up and be professional like you and dad , by the way where is he mom when will he come home i missed him a lot

"don't worry jungha he will be here today for sure ,c'mon you need to continue the lesson with uncle Bel, he will help you a lot be a good boy

the boy nodded running to catch the riding lesson and you left the yard towards your office then you headed to the manor

it's been a week now you missed him

you opened the door quietly and entered the room , jungkook was watching outside from the window he looked so fine as always

you grinned walking towards him and hugged his bag

" love , i missed you it's been a rough week without you

you pressed more looking above his shoulder , he was looking to the yard watching his son playing with Lisack

" i'm proud of you, because of you our son will be brilliant

" he's talented like you jungkook , just when i look at him i see you

jungkook finally turned and wrapped his arms around you

" you look beautiful in this red dress

you chuckled blushing , he never fail to make your heart beat faster every time he say something lke this

i know it's your favorite color this is why i wanted to wear it

next time i will take you and jungha along with me i promise , i missed you so much

jungkook was patting your hair and touching your face before dropping his lips to kiss you

" did you think about what we discussed last time he said and you chuckled

" jungha birthday is tomorrow better think about the party we are making, you said sneaking out his hands and he managed to catch you

" he's growing up fast jungkook let out as he wrapped you shoulder

"yeah i just remember how much we suffered to have him ..

back in time ten years ago

i don't want you to get worried you both are healthy and you could have a baby i just need you to follow this instruction y/N and take care of your health

jungkook chuckled reassuring you he didn't let your hands since you both got into the doctor office

you felt your self happy as jungkook was supporting you, as he took in charge taking care of you

suddenly life seemed easy and it was just because he was there for you , it felt right having every thing shared with him

waking up every time to find him around , seeing him working hard and helping any one he needed help he was some one you could admire for so long and non stop you felt lucky just by having him by your side let alone if you will be the mother of his child

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jimin's car rolled the way and he parked in the yard , his wife stepped out the car as her daughter was in her lap

she blinked cutely and Suran giggled watching her expression , she slept the whole trip from Seoul but once she recognized the place she woke up

" mommy i want to see jungha oppa" the girl let out sleepily Suran was sure if some one heard the girl mumbling he will never get what she said as she had a very cute childish accent

" yeah you wanna play with him like the other time

"yes , he said he will if i come again

"emm suran hummed walking to the door as jimin was coming right after her

your daughter seems to have a thing for jungha baby "she said looking behind and jimin chuckled

" i'm not giving my daughter to any one she is mine she only loves me ! right baby

the girl looked to her father shouting a big yes as jimin giggled even he knows she didn't really get all what he said ..

you asked jungkook to take jungha outside for a ride so you could prepare the party for his birthday

it's his tenth birthday you couldn't really believe how much time passed since you came here to this place and then became jungkook wife

it's been a long path you cried and laughed a lot but jungkook was always there so every thing seemed to be easier even you lost his grandmother three years ago and even Mrs Hae went to Seoul to take care of jimin as he was the Ceo of your family company after your dad decided to retire and asked Mrs Hae to share his coming life with him as a wife

you waited for them too to be here any time soon ,it's the first birthday for your son in the ranch because before you and jungkook used to make it in the other villa in Seoul, Suran was almost done with the decoration you both decided to make the a yellow and a blue decoration for sure jungha will like it

jihee was quietly sitting in the sofa looking at her mother and you coming and going she pouted every time you looked at her

"what's going on with her suran? you whispered "

"it's all your fault y/N

"omg what did i do ?

" you sent your kid out the ranch for a round and she is dying to see him ,

you both giggled

"omg she seemed so deep in love with him how cute !!

" you will see how her face will beam when he will show up

jungkook ,jimin ,your dad, Mrs hae and Suran all of them sat around

while jungha was in his room the boy was supposed to be here any time for dinner and you all were ready to surprise him

even the little girl was excited too, and it was such a funny moment seeing jimin trying to get her attention when your son came in

the boy was astonished , his face lighten up as he ran towards jungkook hugging him

"happy birthday little hero !

the party was super funny and the kids enjoying taking pictures and eating the cake while you enjoyed your tea

jungkook was sitting next to you wrapping you closer he didn't stop smelling your hair and he seemed to like your new shampoo

"you're happy ? he hissed picking your forehead

"how can't i be happy when i'm with you and all of my beloved family around baby

let's live like this forever

35 years later

you never thought forever has an end actually because the person whoo asked you to stay with you forever isn't here now

you walked slowly as you were barely moved your shaking legs now in this age but you had to reach your husband's office to search for something

he was always like this , he never wanted to make you worried even when he felt he didn't have that much time rest for him

you opened the door hands shaking and breath hitching , and walked to his office

this empty office you used to see him in until the last day ,

a tear skipped your lashes as your eyes dropped on the letter and you took it

you didn't dare to open it as you just cried hard

hugging the letter to your chest and leaving ,you didn't even know if you will want to come here again after he's gone

slowly you walked to the yard and sat on one of the chairs it was the spring and all the lands around was beautifully green you sighed and with your shaky hands you opened the letter

"hey love ! "

you cried more as you read the first two words god! he was 80 years old and he never stopped flirting !!

i'm sorry because when you will open this letter it means i'm not here any more but be sure i'm looking at you from the sky ,you look beautiful you know.. even with all the wrinkles in your face that you've been complaining about since forty years you still pretty y/N

i don't know how much shall i wait here alone to see you again but please live well until the last moment and enjoy life til the last breath

don't cry please just remember how much i love you remember how we lived together for so long how generous god was to give us a second baby and we managed to raise them successfully as they are parents now

take care of your health and don't forget the medicines okay ; i know you will always remember me so i' happy even i'm gone now my heart and soul will stay with you

i will be like a whisper that you can hear when the wind blows

i'm so lucky you are my wife and you were mine and i'm really thankful and grateful to god he give all this years to enjoy life next to you

i love you so much y/N with my body and soul and i'm happy my soul isn't gone yet

your love JJK..

you couldn't bear more as you read the letter once twice thrice .. you silently sniffled but as soon as his image appeared in your mind you calmed down

he will always be here next to you he might gone physically but he still there in your heart

you squeezed the letter placing it on your chest and slowly laid on the chair

the breeze was nice the birds were cheeping in a harmony that you enjoyed, you closed your eyes letting sleep take you to where jungkook was!

well i never in my life experienced this writing a sad paragraph is hell !! so believe me guys the lamp on my throat is still aching me i can't stop crying i love this fanfic a lot and even i make this kind of epilogue i still feel happy because i enjoyed writing every chapter

#BTS jungkook #jungkook fanfic #JungkookScenarios #bts scenarios #btsfanfic #Junkookie #bts angst #btssmut #kpop fanfiction #kpop scenarios #jungkook imagines #write something #fanficwriter #Wattpadfic

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janeyjane-porter · 6 years

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Emmeline Darce was born in Grants Pass, Oregon right on the Rogue River. She was surrounded by friends and family the moment she was born, doused in love, brought up in joy. Her grandmother owned a large house with a small dock and one of the best views on the river bank. Her earliest memories was that of being strapped into a floaty every saturday to watch the boats fly by and wave to the tourists She grew up in the woods and on the riverbank learning to hike and swim so much so it became second nature. It was a simple life. Her mother and father were young when she was born seventeen and eighteen respectively. But with a support system mixed with family and friends things weren’t too hard for the little family. Her grandmother took care of her while her parents had school and they could usually be found in the garden or on the dock. On the weekends she accompanied her parents to work, either on the boat tours or at the restaurant that sat at the river’s edge. When they weren’t working they were camping, hiking, rafting, anything to be outdoors and from those moments she grew an appreciation for nature, for what it meant to be a caretaker of nature and it became an early passion of her’s. Once when she was about five years Emme announced one day that she would live in the woods and take care of animals and plants. SHe would build a shelter or live in the trees but she would often visit. Her parents of course went along with it. They encouraged her passions, never once questioning her joy. Her childhood was simple, she was a bright child who loved school because it was repeated over and over that if she wanted to take care of nature she needed an education. So she always tried hard in class but daydreamed about classes outside, recess was always her favourite time of the days. Some Days she simply didn’t come in and stayed in the tree she climbed drawing birds or talking to the leaves. Friday nights in her house were spent around a campfire with other families, stories falling easily from her mother’s lips. Sometimes the fire moved as if images could be conjured. Emmeline never thought twice about this, it was just childhood imagination. It was around her tenth birthday that she noticed maybe it just wasn’t her imagination as when she was alone the earth seemed to move around her, kicking rocks and flowers growing underfoot. Again maybe it was just her mind thinking of amazing things. She told her parents her story but rather than the usual laughter concener fell on their features. Emmeline was utterly confused.

Then in the summer of July, scorching heat taking over the normally beautiful town she and was sat down on the riverbank the blue boats speeding by and she waving to every single one, however her parents quiet and unsure. She was told to move the rock. Her father’s voice never sounded so demanding and it frightened the girl. Emmeline didn’t understand what they were asking, and so she simply pushed the rock with her hand. Her mother shook her head and sighed. She was again told to move the rock and again Emmeline pushed it. Once more she was asked this time her father waved his hand and the rock moved. She furrowed her brows in confusion unsure, maybe this was a dream, maybe this was her imagination. For the last time she was told to move the rock. Emmeline stared at the rock thinking how on earth she was going to move this rock without touching it but it shifted and other one did and another. Emmeline looked up at her mother and father and they looked scared and maybe it wasn’t the best place out in the open to test her. Panicking only made things worse. Emotional flooded the young girl and below her the ground shifted and the rocks rose around her and she was scared. In order to make it stop her father picked her and carried her all the way home. It was then that they told her of who they were, what power they had. They ask why the ground didn’t burn her, despite the heat( her parents had been standing in the water) and it was then they realized what needed to happen. Oregon was their safe haven but there were whispers and with Emmeline still so new to her powers people would surely find out.. They heard of Summerdale Arizona and maybe it was best for the family if they lived there. Her grandmother refused to leave though, her family owned the house for years and nothing happened why should she leave the beauty of her home. Even when Emmeline cried for her grandmother she refused, telling Emme she would understand when she was older.

The family packed up and left for Arizona. The red haired girl waved goodbye to the river, to the trees, to the birds, to her home, to her life. She was heartbroken, and in that childish heartbreak the ground cracked. It was best they go. And go quickly they did. When they arrived in Summerdale, welcomed by friendly faces Emmeline didn’t feel scared like she thought she might, the people weren’t so bad. One woman asked what she like best about Oregon and when she answered the hikes, the woman smiled and showed her a map of trails. It was the first of the many instance of kindness she would engage with. On the first night they were there her mother presented her with a necklace, a pebble from her beloved river, a moon pendant surrounding it, she’d always have a piece of home with her. She could live here, make this place her new home. The older she got the more she realized that things could always look up. And it wasn’t all that bad, she made friends, her bright red hair always making her stand out. Summerdale simply became her new home and her parents were right, it was a haven. She often wrote to her grandmother about the view and the heat and the people but she never complained or tried not to. She sketched constantly, the landscape she mastered, sunsets were much harder for her. Emmeline adapted pretty well to the new terrain pretty quickly. It was better to help her with her powers anyways. It wasn’t her lush green home, river singing her to sleep home but new sights and sounds comforted her. She begged her parents constantly to take her all over, the national parks and forest, the grand canyon. In this town she thrived. But everything was a distraction, her parents wanted to keep her distracted from the ever growing threat to the supernatural beings of the community. Rose coloured glasses was the way in which she viewed the world, everything hidden from her, talk was paranoia, incidents a coincidence, she was told so little, just enough to never make her raise too many questions. She was so sheltered even into her late teens. It was like her parents felt she couldn’t handle whatever the world threw at her.

Everything was fine. Until it wasn’t. Kissing her parents goodbye she was heading out for an excursion on the grand canyon, hiking and rafting and climbing it was going to be great Two weeks of her enjoying the splendor of her home. She looked out the window and like a child she waved goodbye to her smiling parents. Emmeline was a rest stop when she heard what happened. The world stopped and she had a drink in her hand and feel, her heart skipping beats until she finally broke down. The destruction of her home, the death of her parents, it was all too much. Her powers started to act up, the ground shaking beneath her, rocks floating around her and she ran. Instinct told her to run home thinking it was some sort of mistake that all this didn’t happen. The ruble engulfed her, her house a pile of bricks and memories burned to the ground. Her life was ruined. Too make matters worse her grandmother wouldn’t let her come home. SHe feared she would be next and wouldn’t have Emmeline surrounded by more death. It was better if she was on her own. The families she grew up with scattered, leaving her with no one. The rose coloured glasses crushed and her world turning into such bleak colours. She was crying when she heard the noises. The people coming to clean up the mess, to wipe them off the map. In her pocket a piece of rubble, a piece of her home, the red haired girl felt an overwhelming sadness and anger take over. One of the men saw her, she refused to let him take anymore of her and with palms down towards the ground she felt the ground shift, just like when she was little, emotions overtaking her. The ground swallowed him. Until the realization hit her. She ran. Everything she had left in her car. She drove and drove and drove. Until she couldn’t. Her car broke down in the middle of one of those southern states where the signs read Repent” “God will strike his mighty wrath upon your soul.” She felt like it was happening now. Light encroached upon her and she was scared but a friendly face smiled at her. A helping hand was what he offered her. Just a stranger on the road, who helped her with her car. He asked where she was going but she wasn’t sure. His hand curled against hers, “I hear Hollow Grove is pretty nice for folks like us.” He smiled, knowing. He looked down at their hands and smiled again. “Folks like us gotta have friends.” Tears fell down her cheeks because for the first time since everything crumbled she had help. She’d write, waved goodbye to him and drove away once more.

Getting to Hollow Grove was her mission now. And whens she arrived Emmeline felt like she could breathe again, familiar faces flooded her vision and she felt safe. She’d start over here, make it her new home like she did when she was a child. She found peace as a guide, the trails so much like her first home, she felt a sort of peace. Emme is still scared to call it home, she hasn’t unpacked yet, despite being there for almost three months, she’s afraid once she lets herself settle things will go bad. It doesn’t help that through all her trauma her powers are still unpredictable and it seems to be that her telekinesis manifested and she has little control over it. Emmeline just wants to live her life, she’s never bothered anyone and while she can’t say she’s never hurt anyone she still just put those rose coloured glasses back on. But they are cracked and she can’t fix them.

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shinelikesoleil · 6 years

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Love, Honor, and Obey (Preview II)

An extended preview of the story I’m working on. Expect some scenes to change significantly; I usually have little control over what characters choose to do. And with Severa involved - ol’ Hurricane Severa - well... let’s call this a preview of what I intend to happen.

I had originally thought of doing a sort of comedy of errors-type story where Cordelia and Severa wind up sharing a living space, for whatever reason, because it seemed like it had a lot of potential for both amusing moments and some unboxing of pent-up issues and emotions.

But in kind of half-plotting that, I thought about how it can be pretty reasonably assumed that Cordelia, like Sumia and Caeldori, likes romance novels. She’s such a (closet) dreamy romantic, with her sighs and that endless, passionate, soul-consuming crush on Chrom, Prince Oblivious himself.

So... why not write her into her own romance novel? Retain the original idea, but flesh it out. There are all kinds of love, but Cordelia seems to lack it in many (any?) forms. She’s certainly hard on herself. She implies that she may have lost her family (in the Infinite Regalia map - and yes, I know she might be talking about the other pegasus knights, but she doesn’t specifically say that it’s them). She discusses with Robin how she was an outcast among her fellow knights, and seems surprised Robin would want to be her friend. She’s willing to overlook much of Severa’s treating her like dirt in an attempt to get to know her. She’s very pushy and overbearing in some of her supports (Sumia, Gaius); socially awkward. And she talks to Frederick of feeling like no one understands what it’s like to be her. She’s lonely and different and aside from Sumia, doesn’t seem to really have anyone she might believe loves her. As a friend or as family, much less as a romantic partner.

That’s the basic point, then: Cordelia deserves so much love. Got to throw in some angst and some fun on the road to love, though. Because that’s what romance novels do.

But I’ll shut up now and let bits and pieces of a burgeoning story speak for themselves:

"You've been recommended to head the formation of a new battalion of pegasus knights. And I must say, I agree that you are the perfect choice for the job”

She stood a little straighter, mostly to try to hide her jolt of surprise. “I... I would be honored.” Who had recommended her? Could it have been...? She remembered the words; and not just the words, but also the way he had said them, his voice an echo in her mind, in her heart: “I’ve rarely seen such a capable warrior as Cordelia. You would do well to rely on her, should it be necessary.” He didn’t know she had heard. And it had been so long ago...

“Then you will accept the position?”

“Of course.” Her voice calm, while her heart was hammering, hammering, hammering. Each beat was a name, a name she could not speak.

“Wait. No way. I told Lucina I would... but no way. Uh-uh. I’m leaving.”

“Severa-”

“Don’t talk to me. This is not going to happen." But she dumped her bag on the floor with a heavy, muffled thud and then fell herself to the edge of the bed. She put her hands over her face. “Gods.”

“Severa...”

“This is it.” The hands dropped and she looked at the ceiling. “This is the final piece in the great cosmic joke that is my existence. Thank you, Naga.”

It was perhaps unkind, but Cordelia couldn’t ignore the little voice in her head: I’m not exactly happy about this either.

“A castle the size of a small village, and I have to share a room with my mother?”

“Well, maybe we can... make the most of it. Get to know each other better?”

Severa’s exaggerated groan and collapse onto her back, an arm thrown over her face, was all the answer Cordelia needed.

She resisted the urge to sigh.

She was not surprised Severa danced with an easy, fluid grace. Severa seemed to excel at everything she tried, whatever she claimed about her own efforts. Frederick was a capable dancer himself, perhaps not graceful, but competent and sure.

What surprised Cordelia was that when Frederick asked her to dance, Severa said yes. And she was almost smiling, that look she got when she was trying to hide the fact that she was pleased by something. Always so afraid of showing any hint of vulnerability... Cordelia wanted to tell her it was all right. Desperately. But she still didn’t know how. She never knew how.

She jumped at a voice behind her: “Would you do me the honor, Cordelia?”

She whirled, her heart already fluttering like a trapped little bird, desperate and wild. She couldn’t speak. She forced her eyes to meet his.

Chrom was smiling. “I’m not the world’s best dancer, but Emm at least made sure I practiced until I wouldn’t cause diplomatic incident stepping on the wrong feet.”

Her mouth opened. She felt her lips twitch into something like a smile, but that wasn’t enough. She had to speak: “I... Y-yes. Yes.”

When he took her hand, she could feel how her own fingers trembled. His palm was warm - almost hot. She couldn’t breathe.

“Shall we?”

“Please try to relax. This is meant to be fun.”

“I’m afraid it’s difficult not to think of all that I’ve left undone at home.”

“Frederick.”

“I’m surprised you are so able to ignore your own duties.”

“I’m not. I scheduled just enough extra time into my evening routine to allow me to write up the training regimen for next week, which I would otherwise be completing over lunch.”

“Perhaps next time, you could afford me some advance warning, that I might do the same?” But he was trying not to smile. It was always obvious when he was trying not to smile. Little lines appeared next to his eyes. She wondered if he knew.

“I’ll think about it.”

“But you said that Lucina-”

“Yeah. And she did.”

“But...”

“I know how much older than me she is, too. Okay? Is that what you wanted to know?”

“Severa, I... I don’t know why... why she - I - didn’t tell you. But I don’t think...”

“That Chrom would do that?” She snorted, derisive. “Well, someone did. Why not Chrom?”

Cordelia had no answer to that. But a moment later, it hit her: “You mean it will be... soon?”

Severa’s face twisted, and she turned away. “Gods, forget I said anything. I don’t even want to think about it. Gross.”

Cordelia hardly heard her. She felt vaguely dizzy, untethered.

“If I could... I’d keep you close. And safe. No matter what.”

#fire emblem awakening #fire emblem fanfiction #fire emblem cordelia #fire emblem severa #severa #fire emblem chrom #chrom #fire emblem frederick

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