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ejunkiet · 2 years

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the devil is in the details

the idea of david being assigned as the royal security detail in the imperium verse, leading to him meeting angel, would not leave me alone. short and sweet (?)

thank you @taelonsamada and @glassbearclock for enabling this. >:3 <33

redacted asmr: imperium!david/angel, mature themes, 18+ mdni.

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The consort of the King Imperial was once assigned a security detail, a shifter from a prominent wolf pack.

Alpha David Shaw.

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the devil is in the details

This will all end in flames, but right now, in this moment, David couldn’t give a damn.

They’re soft and warm, so fucking warm beneath him, their hands on him, their mouth on him, tasting him, taking all of him, and he’ll give them as much as they want, as much as they need.

And they do need him, just as much as he needs them. He’s seen their life, the illusion of their freedom, hidden beneath the opulence of the pretty bars of their cage. Their relationship with the man that would call himself king may have started out as love, but it’s long gone now, a shallower attachment - possession - all that’s left in its place.

Now it’s his hands on them, his mouth tasting them, swallowing their moans, leaving his marks on their skin in private places, gentle enough that they can be eased away with a little healing magic when it’s time for him to leave.

The headache would be worth it, to have his mouth on them now.

“Davey,” Their voice is little more than a gasp, clinging to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. “Don’t stop.”

That name on anyone else’s lips would have been an insult, but not from them. From them, it fits into the little space inside his chest that they’ve carved out for themselves and called home, alongside the name he’s gifted them in return, angel, for all that they’ve saved him.

“I’ve got you. Hold on to me.”

He was drowning before he met them. With the responsibilities of the pack, with his loss - smothered by the weight of all the lives under his care. He still feels the weight of it now, as he figures out what it means to be alpha, to care for his people, even when it seems the very world is fighting against him. To keep them safe.

(He still has people missing - hunted by a massmaker, if the rumours were to be believed.)

He’d almost forgotten what it meant to be David before he’d been hired for the royal detail. They’d entered his life with all the force of a hurricane, breaking down his walls, reminding him of who he was, before all this. The man beneath the armour.

And they’d rediscovered themself, too.

They’ve talked about how much the life they’ve been living has chafed them - the isolation, the boredom, the frustration. They’re smart, and bright, and so fucking kind, and worth so much more than the ornamental side piece the little prince had made of them.

And he loves them. He’s been in love with them for months, and it’s exhilarating and terrifying, and all he can think about when they’re like this, moving together, their bodies and hearts in sync.

He wants them, all of them – and it’s that thought that pushes him over the edge as they clench around him, reaching their own peak, gasping his name, their fingers tangled in the strands of his hair as he holds them close.

He wants them to be his. And he thinks they want that too.

It’s in the quiet after, tangled up on the simple futon in the private room that had been assigned to the royal security detail, that he finds the courage to put it into words.

“Angel.” He waits until they’re looking at him, seafoam green eyes glimmering in the golden light that filters through the curtains, draping their body in gold. “Run away with me. Please.”

He’s already drawn up the plans, and discussed it with his pack. Asher had been hesitant, worried - but he’d seen the changes in David though, and knew how much they meant to him. He’d come around, in the end.

His angel makes a soft sound in the back of their throat, almost wounded. Their voice is soft when they finally speak. “You don’t mean that.”

“Of course I do. We’ll protect you from him.” He needs them to hear it, to believe it. “I’m the alpha of my pack, the biggest in Dahlia. We’re strong. We’ll be enough.”

“Even against the King Imperium himself?”

“He’s not king yet. Besides, we have our alliances. He wouldn’t want a war.” They look at him, bright eyes wide and unsure, and he holds their stare. He’s serious - has never been more serious about anything in his life. “He’ll let you go.”

Their expression wavers, and there are tears in their eyes, even if they don’t let them fall. “Don’t give me false hope, Davey.”

Their breath catches as he reaches out to cup their cheek. Their skin is soft and warm as they lean into the touch, their eyes flickering shut, and they fit just right, as if they were made for him. “I love you. Please. Come with me.”

The tears break, slipping down their cheeks before he presses them away with his thumb. “Okay.”

He takes them in his arms as they release a shuddering breath, and he holds them as they shake, the tension in them breaking, and it’s too much, he knows, but it’ll be okay, in the end. They’ll be together, and that’s all that matters. “I love you, angel.”

As their grip tightens around him, they press their words into his chest. “I love you too.”

#redacted asmr #ej writes redacted #imperium au #redacted davey #redacted davey/angel #writing #look. LOOK.#in my personal hc they both make it out okay #hurt/comfort

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starlitangels · 1 year

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Redacted Imperium Sexyman Tournament!

Same rules as always!

#this one might be interesting #Redacted Sexyman #Redacted Imperium #Redacted ASMR #Redacted Audio #Redacted Damien #Redacted Asher #Asher Talbot #honestly i'm glad Imp!Ash didn't rename the pack after himself #'The Talbot Pack' does Not have the same ring as the Shaw Pack

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messenger-of-stupidity · 1 year

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After Love is Gone

Heheh I wrote genuine angst again. It’s been a while since I did that.

CW: Imp!Damien x Imp!Angel (if you’ve watched the imperium damien videos, you already know what to expect. Spoilers will be here.), cursing, arguing

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Angel pressed shaking fingers to their lips, stopping just short of actually touching them. Their eyes were staring blankly at the window and the moon that shown outside of it. Damien was pacing along the floor, ranting about something or other that had happened that he was upset about. Angel couldn't honestly care. Once upon a time they listened to his words, enraptured by the way his tone would fluctuate when he grew more passionate or wanted to press meaning onto specific words. They dropped their hand, still looking out the window. It didn't matter to them if Damien noticed their lack of attention. The world was ending and he was angry about the peasants or something. Angel couldn't understand how he didn't get that none of it mattered anymore. They leaned back to press their back onto the bed, their gaze falling up towards the ceiling instead. A feeling of vertigo swept through them and they closed their eyes, letting the spinning feeling sweep them away.

How many times had they done that? During the late nights where Damien's warmth felt more feverish than comforting, the nights where that was the only movement they were allowed to have as magic held on tightly to their body? Far too often. They had always thought that they would be the ones to tell their friends if their friends were in a toxic relationship. They had been the person to point out a bad relationship the earliest when it came up on TV dramas. And yet here they lay, only their mind being theirs while everything else belonged to the King Imperial. Consort. They reminisced from when they used to just be known as Damien's partner. They preferred being his unempowered partner than what they were now.

"Are you listening?" Damien's agitated voice pulled them out of their thoughts. Their eyes slowly opened again and propped themselves up on their forearms, a response already on their tongue. Not even their words were theirs anymore. They were tailored to whatever Damien wanted them to say, or to be nothing at all. They hated those moments, where his magic had a grip on their throat and they could only cry silently as he enjoyed the quiet. He didn't see anything wrong with it anymore. When he had first started stealing from them with his magic, he had felt guilty after a few hours. Now it was his given right to take from them. They regarded him quietly and he repeated his question. "I said, are you listening? Answer me." Not even a please.

"No." They said instead and their heartbeat picked up in speed as he frowned at them. They didn't care if he got upset at them for not listening. He didn't get upset if they lied, as long as the lie suited them. Great, he had also taken a good portion of their morals from them. They sat up fully and smiled down at their hands. Why were they smiling? There wasn't anyone to fool anymore. "Damien, can I ask you something please?" They asked softly. He sighed but sat down beside them, leaning back on his palms.

"Fine, if you must. What is it?" He asked. At least he still gave them the time of day. How long until that was gone too?

"When are you going to keep your promise for unempowered?" They asked. It was an age-old question at this point, and the frustrated groan that Damien emitted proved it. But this wasn't like the times before. This wasn't just checking for an update anymore. They didn't believe any of the updates. Not anymore. No, this was checking to see if anything was salvageable at this point. Because even after everything he had stolen from them, they still loved him. They still felt their heart flutter when he cupped their face gently in his warm hands, when he pressed a kiss to the apple of their cheeks.

"We've been over this already. The answer isn't going to fucking change." There it was. Confirmation. It didn't hurt as much as the fact that Angel wasn't surprised by the answer. They should have been surprised. They should have been upset that it was just another lie. But they weren't. Their heart gave a painful squeeze and tears gathered in their eyes as they bit down on their bottom lip. Their hands were still shaking. "Are you crying?" Damien asked and he sounded irritated by it. He didn't care if he was the cause of the tears anymore. He used to care how Angel looked at him. "I thought you wanted to have good nights." He added. Angel stood up and walked away from him, wrapping their arms around themself in an effort to self-soothe. They had no expectations that Damien would do it. He only got physical contact from them when he wanted it or decided that Angel wanted it. When they wanted space, he wanted to be in that space. When they wanted to be cradled within his arms, he would be too busy.

"I don't know anymore, Damien." They whispered. The room fell quiet bar the low buzz from the electricity. He stood up and walked towards them, hands going into his pockets.

"What do you mean?" He asked. Angel laughed as tears made little trails down their face.

"I mean what I said, Damien."

"What do you not know about?" He pressed.

"Everything. I don't know if I can be who you want me to be. I don't know if I can survive your love. I don't know if I can fucking stand you anymore. I don't know how I can love you." They said, their shaky voice raising as the dam for their emotions started to crack and fall apart. He stared at them, his brow furrowing before the corner of his jaw twitched and the temperature increased. Angel scuttled backwards, wary of the heat, their arms tightening around them. Their fingers curled inward as they gripped the fabric of the hoodie they wore. They missed the way his gaze used to flash with hurt when they did that. Now they only saw his frustration increase. Was he only angry nowadays?

"And what the hell do you mean by that?" He snapped. Angel sighed softly as they locked eyes with Damien.

"I don't love you anymore." They said. They saw the hurt and shock from the statement fill Damien's expression before it was replaced with anger. He moved towards them and they stayed still as he stopped a few inches from them. The wave of heat coming from him hit them and they felt their skin start to flush to combat against it. It didn't help that they were wearing their comfort clothing, not clothing made to specifically keep their body cool. They didn't back down though. They were done being meek.

"Stop lying." He said through gritted teeth. Even now he was trying to take the truth from Angel. They wouldn't let him.

"I'm not lying Damien. I don't love you anymore. I don't feel safe anymore. The world out there is falling apart and dying and you don't fucking care. You only care about holding on so tightly to your beloved fucking power. Well newsflash Damien, that power isn't going to mean shit when there's nothing left to rule over anymore. What are you going to do then? Are you going to go onto that damn balcony and survey the disaster you caused?" They were growing angry, but it felt good to let these emotions out. They didn't know how much longer they would be able to before the biggest imbalance between them and their lover came out to play. They could tell their words were hurting Damien and making him angrier. Good.

"You really wanna say that? You don't understand what power can do since you've never had any. And you want to know why you've never had any? It's not because I withheld it from you. It's because you don't fucking deserve it. You wouldn't know what to do with it. I do know what to do with it. You don't even know how you would go about changing what you so desperately want to. So don't act like it's so simple. You don't get it and you never will." Damien said, his voice raising with his temperature. It scared them, but it was also so freeing. No image-tracking. Just venting it all out. Except this time they wouldn't let it end with just continuing on like nothing ever happened. They weren't going to return to the life that was sucking everything out of them. They weren't going to be a husk to be manipulated like a marionette.

"I know I'm unempowered. You like reminding me a lot. But that doesn't mean I'm stupid. I'm not blind, like you are. I can see what's actually going on out there despite the fact you keep me locked up in this shitty cage you call a palace. I can see that whatever this is between us isn't working. You aren't willing to change anything and you aren't willing to let anyone try. You're such a... control freak! You have to control everything all of the time." They said and wiped this tears are with the back of their palms. Sweat had beaded up on their forehead, bridge of their nose, and above their upper lip. They took a step back from him, the heat combined with their vertigo making them dizzy and feel faint. Damien laughed cruelly and stepped away from them too, running his fingers through his hair.

"Oh spare me the pity. Does it look like I care if I'm a control freak? At least I'm able to control things, unlike someone else." It was an underhanded jab. Both of them knew why Angel couldn't control anything. It was a sore spot, and him pointing it was only hurting more each time.

"It's not pity. I don't feel anything for you Damien except contempt." They said, their voice lowering. Damien rolled his eyes, but he recognized the deflating. Angel wished they were able to do more. Argue more. But it was all moot points. Damien didn't have to care about what they said. He only had to wait until they made themselves tired, like a misbehaving toddler. A sob wracked their body and they fell to their knees, hands covering their face. They could hear Damien's footsteps pace a few times before he approached them and sat down in front of them. He pulled them towards him gently and Angel let him. They hated that they did, but comfort was comfort no matter the source.

"You know I love you right?" He said softly, his hand rubbing circles on their back as they clutched onto him tiredly. Their tear-filled gaze moved towards the moon again, the light blurry.

"This isn't love. Not anymore." They said back, their voice breaking. They felt him stiffen and tense, but they didn't care. "It used to be love, I know that. But that was before any of this. Before you were caring about the wrong things. When we were younger. Love is pure, kind, equal. This... this is a twisted dark form of love. If it can even be called that." They added in a whisper before closing their eyes. Their mind was made up. They were done with this. Damien held them throughout the night and well into the mid hours of the morning, but Angel's mind was made up and they were stubborn.

𓆩♡𓆪

Angel stared up at Damien from where they kneeled in the plaza. Their wrists were chained by magic behind their back. They were finally considered a threat, despite the fact they had no magic. They had spilled everything to the public, ruining the king's image. He wasn't someone who supported equality or change towards a better future. Advisors had tried to discredit Angel's claims by stating that they were just trying to get back at Damien because of an argument the two had gone through. The advisors had the facts right, but the timeline wrong. The argument had been a last straw, and Angel did want to get back at Damien. But it wasn't just because of the argument, it was because of everything that had happened that lead up to the argument.

Damien was looking down at them, panic and hurt in his gaze. No anger this time. They laughed bitterly. The Damien they knew now was a twisted form of what he had been. But so were they. They supposed this is what happened after love was gone. But that was okay. Because they were finally free. They said their piece and it would reach the right ears, even if the advisors' plan worked. They closed their eyes one last time. They let the vertigo sweep them away one last time. They never felt the sword hit their neck and they missed their head rolling as their body toppled down unceremoniously, blood pooling.

#redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted audio #redacted imperium #imperium damien #imperium angel #fanfiction #redacted fanfiction #redacted headcanon #read trigger warnings #angst

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ivorydice · 2 years

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WIP Tag Game

I got tagged by @amiyade, thank you!! ✨💖 I’ve seen the rules going around somewhere and it's something like post a list of your current writing projects. Followers are free to ask for more info on any of them, like which characters feature, snippets, extra details, etc. Remember how I said I'm trying to take it easy on myself and not drown myself in WIPs since I'm getting back into actually being productive ahahahahaha yeaaaah *drowns self in WIPs* SO, not a complete list of WIPs, but some things I'm currently focusing on the most. I think I’ve mentioned like most of them anyway lol, BUT HERE WE ARE: 1. The Memory of You (FFXV) -- honestly, this is probably my favouritest fic of mine, which is dumb I know since you'd think I'd have finished it then lol. For those who don't know, Noct and Ardyn are physically de-aged into children (around 7 and 10 years old) by a daemon and are trapped on their own in Cleigne. They have to work together to travel across the country to Hammerhead, where Noct's friends are, but, of course, there are a few hiccups along the way. Enemies-to-friends, Ardyn!redemption, an adventure fic with some cute things, some angsty things and some scary things. MUCH FRIENDSHIP. It now has a playlist on spotify which just makes me feel things instead of write things lmao. I love this fic okay shhhhhhhhh. 2. [title redacted] (FFXV) -- a hurt!Noct body horror fic. After a daemon hunt goes wrong, and after having a strange sudden fever, Noctis begins to descend into “madness”. Nightmares, paranoia, hallucinations, the lot. His friends are majorly concerned about his mental state, but Noctis is convinced there's something more to it. If this fic had a soundtrack it’d be like all synthwave and shit, and yes of course that’s an important detail lmaooo 3. nemo (FFXV) -- daemonised-imperial-weapon!Noct. Pre-game, canon divergence and all that. Noctis has been transformed and brainwashed into killing for the empire, he's seen as a feral beast and a mindless killing machine, Ardyn is a little too obsessed with him, and there's a secret plot to rescue and bring Noctis back home. 4. Conceal (working title) (FFXV) -- a simple one-shot of bros taking care of Noctis, who has been poisoned and has a fever, basically because I wanted more warm and concerned Gladio lmao. Basically just a caretaking fic. 5. What the Shadows Hide (working title) (Merlin) -- an assassin is loose in Camelot and Arthur has been cursed to lose each of his senses one by one. Featuring a lot of angst on Arthur's part as he struggles to cope with becoming far too physically vulnerable for his liking, and awesome-servant!Merlin who tries his best to help. 6. untitled Merlin/Mordred (Merlin) -- listen Merthur is my otp, and this fic is just in the planning/daydreaming stages, but I am SO EMOTIONALLY INVESTED in this fic idea for some reason and I just need to acknowledge that it exists okay, basically S5 AU where Merlin decides to give Mordred a chance, tells Mordred about his fated role in Arthur's death, and then it's a long journey of becoming friends and then more, which Merlin struggles with because it feels like a betrayal to Arthur and Mordred is like STFU you’re dumb and we're both loyal to him. Anyway basically: good!Mordred, enemies-to friends-to lovers, secret relationship, two sneaky adorable sorcerers trying their best to protect their king and each other ANYWAY I think I'll stop there lol because we'll be here forever. I have a ton of Merlin ideas written down but I’m not actively working on them yet, there are a couple of new FFXV ideas that I've kept off this list because the subjects are heavy, and my Supernatural ideas are currently all variations of Sam recovering from Hell trauma (except the big Silent Hill inspired fic which consists of powerful psychic Sam AND hell trauma). ANYWAAAAAAAAAAAAY. I’m gonna gently tag @breakfastteatime @deducitetemporacarmen @kaelinaloveslomaris @every-lemon @glaivenoct @marmolita but no pressure. Anyone else wants to do this, consider yourself tagged!

#please excuse the sheer BABBLING i am on such a caffeine high lmaooo #yeah the title redacted one has actually had its title redacted lol #i'd prefer to have the title drop when the fic is posted #JUST BECAUSE #tag game #my fics

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bicyclepainting · 2 years

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my top 5 redacted audios (SFW)

thank u to @calicostorms for the tag :3

i have a hard time choosing favorites so this is not a concrete list and also in no particular order and not including anything i use as a sleep aid bc thats cheating (obviously) /lh

consort to the tyrant king-imperial

i love damien like in general but Imperium damien........ he so <33 and im so obsessed with angel being the listener and the story there oh my god i just want to know everything about it. there was definitely a point in time i had this video practically memorized.

sweet werewolf boyfriend gives you a pep talk

this is a go-to comfort audio for me tbh ash is just very comforting as a character and this audio is very sweet

flustering a tsundere werewolf boy

for sure had this video memorized at some point too, would use present tense but i havent listened to it in a minute. actually the last time i listened to it was when i wrote my angel/david meeting fic and it was definitely a different listening experience after having written that, which i thought was super cool

the morning after with your tsundere boss

it is no secret that i love erik's tsundere characters and that i very much adore sweet domesticity, so this should really come as a surprise to no one. this is definitely up there as one of my most listened to

cuddles and confessions with your vampire mate

love sam, love sweetness, love domesticity <3 the culmination of this slow burn was just so satisfying and i revisit this audio a lot

#no one look at me #honorable mentions to my other faves gavin and geordi #and milo and vincent and elliott and #u get it #not tagging anyone because i Think everyone i would tag has already been tagged and i dont want to clog peoples notifs #redacted asmr

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themonotonysyndrome · 2 years

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Hold on! Au idea!

Imperium Jester Freelancer. Mainly cause Jesters are more than just entertainment. They also are aloud to mock the King/ Queen and are the bringerbof bad news. The King/ Queen also goes to the Jester for advise or to ask the Jester if their plan is stupid or not since the Jester doesnt fear loosing their head. It'll be like Damien and Fl in the Prime universe but Imperium at the same time!

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I love AUs in the REDACTED fandom!

Honestly, I can see the Freelancer as a jester, lol. Since the Jester has more than one role as an entertainer, it kinda highlights the Freelancer's ability to be flexible. To easily adapt to the situation around them.

Imagine if Imperial Tyrant!Damien view Imperium Jester!Freelancer as his good friend. Always send them to his Angel for company. Angel might be a bird living in a gilded cage but at least they have some friends??

#monotony's rambling #redacted asmr #headcanons #imperium au

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darlin-collins · 1 year

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Even tho idk wtf happened, impS

I was crying at first but now i am EXTREMELY confused

Tbh i thought ash was gonna say that he and david were engaged before david died, which mean he have his last name (Shaw)

Here's you daily does of "darlin?? Never heard of them, they died with david!!! Ok."

Ash talking about the tingly feeling like he did in the canon😭😭😭

I actually cried with ash 😭😭💔

Milo is best boy

Vega calm down

The fact that avoir was sceared shitless is funny

Ohhh dear damien, they want you exactly where you are, you should ve ran

Ok now to the second part

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED??

HOW DID ASH AND BRICHIUM MEET, DID THE MERIDIAN FALL ALREADY? HOW DID ASH DIE??? DID ASH MEET WITH THE DEMONS AND THE VAMPS HALFWAY TO THE PALACE????

WAS THAT THE LAST EP???

IS STARLIGHT DEAD??

W H A T H A P P E N E D ?

#redacted asmr #redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted shaw pack #redacted imperium #redacted starlight #redacted avior #redacted ash #redacted tank #redacted vega #king imperial damien #redacted milo greer

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blarp-is-tired · 1 year

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Freeing Fódlan: Prologue

Welcome to redacted, where somehow anything and everything goes wrong! It's usually warm here and a little cloudy. There's no set weather type, anything can happen. There are quite a few trees here as well, all green and pretty. But we aren't going to stay here. No, we're going to Fódlan, more specifically Garreg Mach Monastery.

Fódlan is a large continent, split into three parts. Adrestia, the westmost part of Fódlan, is ruled by the Hresvelg royal family. No one truly knows what happened to the former Emperor, but the next person in line is the Imperial Princess: Edelgard von Hresvelg. Then, to the frigid north, lies The Holy Kingdom of Faerghus, the Bladdyid bloodline is in control here. The young man who will soon seize the throne is Dimitri Alexandre Bladdyid. His father, the King, died a tragic death in the Tragedy of Duscur, his brother, Count Rowe, is acting as the King. Finally, to the southeast is the consistently warm Leicester Alliance, usually just called the Alliance. This country functions like a government. Five families split control here, the most important one is the Riegan family. The current Duke Riegan will retire soon, passing a hefty torch to his grandson: Claude von Riegan.

Remember how I said there were three governing powers in Fódlan? While that is technically correct, there is one particularly important part that I didn't mention. A key component of the lives of Fódlan's citizens, The Church of Seiros. Despite the name "Seiros," she is not the god governing Fódlan, no. Seiros is the daughter of the Goddess, Sothis. It is simply called the Church of Seiros because she founded the religion in her mother's memory. The Goddess had five "children” the Saints. They are Saint Cihol, Saint Cethleann daughter of Cihol, Saint Indech, and Saint Macuil. Truly though, Seiros is the only daughter of the Goddess.

I can't talk about Fódlan without explaining Crests. A Crest is something passed through bloodlines. There are 16 Crests in total: The Crest of Flames, Seiros, Indech, Macuil, Cihol, Cethleann, Bladdyid, Fraldarius, Dominic, Gautier, Daphnel, Charon, Reigan, Glouscter, The Beast, and Ordelia. The ones I listed starting from the Crest of Bladdyid and ending at Charon are all split into noble Faerghus houses. The rest are in Alliance territory. None are in Adrestia as only the Crests of Saints are in noble bloodlines. Onto the main characters.

Let us paint a portrait of the elder brother first. He's quite tall, standing just under 6 feet with deep brown eyes and skin to match. Short black hair and a wide frame of “pure muscle”. He can often be seen sporting an orange hoodie and grey sweatpants and a myriad of coloured trainers. His name is Xiyon. The younger sister is a bit short at 5 feet “that's taller than my mom,” is how she'd respond to that comment. With the same eyes and skin as her brother, she usually has her hair braided or bleached blonde. Typically, she'll be seen wearing her school uniform with a cardigan, thick glasses, and strange socks. Her name is O'Ren (yes, I'm the main character).

Their journey begins on a Sunday afternoon, just the two of them, and their dogs in their worn grey house. They're sitting in the living room, chatting about their two schools. O’Ren goes to the “Academy”, a name the school itself had earned from time immemorial. While Xiyon attended a normal public high school. Let’s see what they’re talking about.

“I'm telling you; his laugh is weird!” “Whatever you say, Sis.” Never mind, I lied, they were gossiping. “ANYWAY. I told him that...” O'Ren’s sentence was cut off by a knock at the door, causing their dogs to start barking. “Artemis, Diva! Be quiet,” Xiyon shouted. “Were you expecting anything, Ren? Are those the lights you ordered?” “No, that came last Friday. I thought you ordered something,” was the girl's confused response to the questions.

The pair ignored the knocking for a little while longer, before the person at the door seemed to get desperate. “Ugh! I’m starting to get sick of that guy,” O’Ren complained loudly. This caused her brother to sigh. “Maybe if we ignore them for a little while longer they’ll go away. But I agree with you, I’m starting to get sick of it as well,” he muttered more to himself than her.

Against their better judgement, they opened the door, finding a large black box with a strange “symbol”. O'Ren recognized it first, The Crest of Flames. This made the short girl gasp.

“Hey! I recognise that! It’s the Crest of Flames! From Three Houses. The one that Byleth has,” she exclaimed. “So you bought another pendant? This time with the Crest of Flames?”

She raised a brow at this. “No, I didn’t buy any Three Houses merchandise. I don’t even think they sell stuff like this,” she said, confusion lacing her voice. “Maybe Iya got into it and she bought it,” she questioned.

“Hmm.. Possibly,” Xiyon said in agreement. “Sooo,” O’Ren stretched out the word. “We should open it right!? Right,” she said with excitement, clear in her tone. Xiyon shook his head. “Sis, when have you ever seen a mailman so dedicated to their job here? This has ‘suspicious’ written all over it! Use your head for once,” Xiyon chastised gently.

Like the ingenious person she is, she opened it. “Didja say somethin’ Xai? I was too busy opening the oh-so mysterious package.” She looked down into the large box, finding a piece of parchment on top of a sword and axe. Both weapons looked awfully expensive, made of the finest silver. “O’Ren you idiot! Why would you open a box like that!? What the hell is wrong with you,” Xiyon yelled at his sister. “Wait, shut up for a second. There’s a note in here,” she shushed her fuming brother. “Do you wanna read it, Xai?” “Ugh! Fine,” Xiyon said angrily.

“You have been cordially invited. Wake up, Children of the Goddess,” Xiyon read aloud. “Um… Invited to what, exactly..? And what ‘Children of the Goddess’,” O’Ren questioned nervously. Her eyes darted around. O'Ren was feeling anxious, even more so than usual, and Xiyon could tell. "Calm down, Ren. Everything will be fi-," Xiyon's sentence was cut off when a bright light suddenly started shining. “Your journey is about to begin. May the Goddess protect you throughout your travels,” a feminine voice boomed. Just like that, the teenagers and the box were gone.

Xiyon woke up in the woods during the late afternoon, the axe lying next to him. Disoriented and confused, he started looking for his sister. “Ren? Ren! Where are you,” he called anxiously. He saw a relatively large group of people being led by an older blond man and a younger blue haired one. Picking up the axe and hiding it behind his back, he walked over to them. “Um, excuse me? Have you seen a girl wandering around here,” he asked the blond man. “What are you doing walking around here? Where are you going? Where are your parents,” the blond man asked in a rapid-fire manner. “My sister and I suddenly woke up here, but I couldn't find her. Do you know where the nearest town is?” “My name is Jeralt and this is my son: Byleth. We're headed to Remire Village, we might find her there.” “Thank you, sir. My name is Xiyon,” he said. He tried not to look at the Byleth, he looked so lifeless.

Proceeding to the village, they bumped into some thieves. “Stay back, Xiyon,” Jeralt ordered. Pulling out the axe, Xiyon got ready to fight. “I can help you, just tell me what to do.” Just like that, the group rushed into a short battle. The thieves' morale was low and Jeralt's group was large. Soon enough, the thieves ran away. “Hopefully, your sister didn't run into them,” Jeralt muttered. They went to a small, lightly wooded area near Remire without any incidents after that.

“Ren,” Xiyon exclaimed. “Xiyon! Where have you been!?” O'Ren ran over and hugged her brother, happy to see him, noticing Jeralt and Byleth, she bowed in thanks. “Thank you so much for helping my brother.” “It's no problem, kid,” Jeralt said. Noticing her sword, a puzzled look crossed his face, but he decided not to question it. “Now then… Your brother never said, but do you know where your parents are,” Jeralt asked the small girl. O'Ren was barely listening, though. She was too busy looking at Byleth, he looked familiar, but there was no time for that. “We'll join you,” Xiyon said. Little did he know, that would be the biggest mistake of his life.

This is Freeing Fódlan, a story about my brother and I basically getting isekai’d to FE3H. This is already up on my Quotev account which you can find here. I’ll just be rapid posting the chapters so enjoy!

#fe3h #xoc #why do i do this to myself #fire emblem three houses #fe3h x oc

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Imperium AU - A mirror plane that changes what we know and love of the Redactedverse; which is thoroughly dragged into the shadows

Pairing(s): Imperium! Damien X Gender Neutral! Reader

Summary: Loyal, protective, always intense and passionate... From children to adults, the both of you had always been known Damien was destined for greatness. But... You simply want just a minute to breath away from it all.

A/N: You know I wasn’t about to leave fire boy outta this bros, I’m having way too much fun writing these characters all yandere and shit. Though I’m sure my characterizations are more soft yandere than full-blown will kill you yandere... I prefer them, what can I say? Anyhow, let’s get it!

Warning(s): Spoilers! Y’all should know the song and dance now, if you ain’t heard Dami’s audio yet - wait ‘til it drops tomorrow. Obsessive worship-type behavior. Domestic fight(verbal). The reader being upset. Implied loss of bodily autonomy. Toxic relationship.

(P.S. If you open the early access video on Youtube... Take a look at the description, all the way at the end... Erik has a surprise and it’s another spoiler thing.)

(P.P.S Damien quoting an original video makes me very upset....)

(P.P.P.S. Oh, also, still not sure if he’s married to the listener/reader? Like the title “consort” should imply that they are a spouse to a reigning monarch sooo... I’mma just roll with that.)

(P.P.P.P.S. So... Childhood friends to lovers with Damien??)

It was dark inside the room, matching the sky of the clouds splitting open and spilling buckets over pavement and tall buildings. Fogging the night air in dreary fashion, wetting the concrete and giving life of the soft earth bared to the sky. On the arm of the king, you do little else but sit in silence and look pretty.

... But Damien didn't make you feel like that.

Even as children, being a friend to the literal Imperial prince. For the longest time, people hadn't even believed that you were the elder one.

He didn't make you feel like an accessory, something to gain a leg up among the unempowered.

You felt protected, loved.

Even long before coming into the consort title.

It's cold out, settled on the balcony even from under the terrace.

But in the embrace of misted air felt more welcoming than the bed in this moment. In the warm arms of your beloved now unfortunately wrapped in the still numbing sensation in your limbs.

You rub your tired eyes when you feel them sting.

Just about yank your hand away at the feeling of steel on your cheek. The ring on your left hand felt heavier than it did last; centuries away from the levity it brought when he'd first proposed. A chill wrapping around the skin almost like a vice.

Looking at it was almost a call to remembrance.

Quietly inspecting your fingers, soft, displaying the lack of labor. Nails painted to match the dark steel band...

It was somewhat of a whirlwind proposal.

Despite being in love for many years and being together for almost as long, the death of his mother spurred it into action. Dropping both you and him in the midst of a battle of control wrestling back and forth - a fight that he'd have to continue fresh off the tail of grief.

Of course, you stood at his side.

There was no where else you would rather be then supporting him.

At first anyhow.

But as you sit, so close but so far from your marital bed, letting the cold rain wash the ebbs of his magic from your skin.

Something in you shifted, watching the drops fall and disappear from sight below.

Feeling the rain on your face was confusing.

There shouldn't be any.

Touching your wet cheek, a shaking gasp slipped from your lips when you realized...

How long has it been since you'd cried?

You couldn't even think about when...

Had it really been that long?

The balcony door squeaked behind you.

You didn't turn around, only using the pads of your fingers to brush away tears - unable to keep up with more and more that fell. Blurring the already exhaustion impaired parts of your vision.

"What are you doing out here?"

A laugh stuck itself like a lump in your throat, bitter taste set on your cotton tongue.

His voice sounded so small.

Letting silence hang in the wet air, wincing at the ache of your swollen eyes.

Voice on the verge of whisper, blending out almost in the sheets of falling rain, "You know why."

The breath he took in was shaky, almost wheezing, like you'd crushed his lungs. His exhale equally trembled.

"I... I didn't want to do it, it's just..."

You almost wanted to scream.

"Just go back to bed, Damien."

Not "love".

Not "Dami".

Damien.

There is no need to turn to see him wince.

"Look -"

"Don't."

You shut your eyes.

"I don't want to sit here and listen to you try and justify yourself, I don't want to listen to the fact that I was simply being too aggressive. That I am someone that needed to be silenced because you simply didn't want to listen what I had to say." Barely able to stifle a sniffle, unable to stop shaking. "Like you didn't care enough about hearing me tell you that I'm worried about the people that can't protect themselves from the Imperial regime."

He choked on breath, "That's not - it's not -"

"What, Damien!?" You whipped to look at him, unable to see him through your anger and exhaustion and frustration "What am I supposed to think? How am I supposed to feel? About you snatching away my ability to even get away when I needed the space?"

Damien, even with mussed clothes, looked handsome that night. Guilt painting him from edge of edge, hands wringing together as his lips pursed tight.

"That you took my bodily autonomy so easily? Like me being who I am and what I say didn't matter to you. Like I wasn't even a person to you."

You sobbed into your hands.

"I... I can't do this."

There is only the sound of cries, how the water dripped in time with your tears. Crackling lightning across the skies, thunder pounding into your growing headache.

He only stood.

For just a moment.

His throat worked as he swallowed the lump resting in it.

Damien breathed slowly in.

"Look at me."

He notices you flinch when his hands, warm and strong, touch your shoulders.

"Please, look at me."

With a shuddering exhale, you rub your face again and open your eyes but only stare down at the floor.

"I'm just so tired, so tired of living in fear." You profess, holding yourself in protection. "... I can't live in fear of you too."

"I'm sorry."

The snap of your head upwards didn't startle him, as he only looked down.

"You deserve to feel safe, there is no where else should feel safer than right at my side. It was awful of me to do it but I did it anyway, knowing how upset it'd make you."

Slowly, he knelt.

Below you.

Fingers slipping carefully between your's, caressing the hand that held the ring he put on it.

"Above all else, I'd done something even worse than just disrespect you, your wishes, make you feel unsafe.." Damien squeezed your hand.

Tilting his head up, but not meeting your gaze.

"I forgot to show you that you are the single most important thing to me in this, miserable whole world."

He'd kill anyone else before he'd allow them to see him on his kneeling. But before you, he was only a worshipper, a mortal in love with a deity.

His deity.

"For all of this, I am not worthy of forgiveness..."

You sniffle at his tone, at the feeling of warm tears on your hand.

He kissed the ring.

Featherlight, barely touching skin.

"But if... You give me a chance to regain it, be a better, more worthy man for you...."

Damien's hand shook.

"I will do anything and everything in my power to make it so."

The urge to cry again settled in your chest.

"Stand up."

He rose again on command, wet gaze averted.

Your thumb stroked under the left eye, though clearly wishing to lean into it - he didn't.

"I can sleep in the guest room, you don't -" He started.

"Let's go to bed, Dami."

Wrapped in his grief and in the new found power, your Dami was still there, buried beneath the tyrant King. He doesn't even hide his surprise, eyes widening just a fraction as he brought them to you.

Still forever looking like the young, lost boy you remember.

Stroking his cheek, you smile, though it's small.

This wasn't going to be enough.

Not for a while.

But... It was a start.

"Please?"

He about fell apart, falling to your open arms and drowning in the kindness he so strongly coveted. The corners of his lips wobblily turn upwards as he gets out a soft, watery laugh.

"Whatever you want, angel."

#redacted imperium #redacted asmr #damien #imperium damien #king imperial damien #consort reader #//obsessive behavior #angst #dari writes #//implied loss of bodily autonomy #//toxic relationship

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