Crest of the Dragon

Indie . Priv . Sel . Multimuse for muses from Fire Emblem, written by Light, She/Her, 30+, MST

[dragcncrest]

Indie . Priv . Sel . Multimuse for Fire Emblem Written by Light, She/Her, 30+, MST This is a sideblog and will follow back from @cybrvce

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[ofdriftingdreams]

@dragcncrest; ❛ shh. there’s people in the other room. ❜ (Lucina and Ephraim 😈)

Ephraim presses Lucina against the wall, her back to his chest, and slides his hand down her waist. One swift shift of his knee spreads her legs for him and he grins against the hollow of her ear. "Then you better be quiet."

He presses searing kisses against her, marking every inch of her he can with his lips, and lets his hand dance only a moment on the hem of her tunic before pulling it up and pressing his palm flat against her abdomen. No lower, not yet, just the feeling of him on her. His knee shifts upward as if to offer her respite from her position but there's no comfort to be found in the way he grinds himself between her legs, letting friction build a fire in the woman.

Only when he knows she's wet, when she's writhing against him, does he let his hand slip beneath her leggings and between her thighs.

"You're so wet for me." It's obvious how much pleasure he's taking in this. That is, if his hardening cock at her back isn't enough of an indication. "Lucina..." a whisper that drags along her skin as fingers slide deftly between her wetness, eager to stroke out her cries. In spite of his earlier warning, he's intent on making her break it.

[dragcncrest]

The meeting had been stifling, and Ephraim pressing his hand against the bruise on her thigh had been enough to drive her mind from the present and into just how she got that bruise. His grip had been firm as he'd pounded into her, his hold the only thing keeping her from collapsing into the mattress completely. It's difficult to do when he'd lifted her leg so high against his waist that she was partway off the bed.

A simple gesture of her hand on his wrist had been indication that he'd gotten his way, that he'd successfully distracted her and she wanted to sneak off for a few minutes, no one needs to know what's going on.

And now here they are, barely secluded in an empty room with the door unlocked, with Ephraim at her back and pinning her against the wall. Quickly, she wants to say, but she knows how he works, knows that he won't oblige her demands. A terrible man, truly, and one she loves.

As he presses his knee between her legs, she lets out a soft gasp that she tries to stifle behind a bitten lip, something she knows will only make him push her further. You better be quiet is only the start, and they don't have more than a few minutes to finish up here and get back.

So she rests her cheek against the wall and lets out a soft moan, quiet but still something for him. He's hard, gets harder as she exhales that low sound from her throat when he dips his hand below her leggings and her panties and finds that she's already wet. Yes, it's for him, it's only ever for him. Her hips roll, seeking out any ounce of friction she can find from the callouses on his hand.

He says her name as he slips two fingers inside of her, stroking her sensitive walls and making her gasp at the sensation. The heel of his palm is so close to her clit, and again she rocks her hips and releases a small whine of annoyance. She nearly asks him please but doesn't want to be too loud beyond the thrum of her pulse in her ears.

[laurencin-draws]

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[armatization]

Diamant looks tired, that sort of bone-weary exhaustion that is barely holding him up. Of course, Alear worries. As always, he's working far too hard. As always, there's no stopping him. All Alear can do is be there for him.

"I can help you not think about it." Because he deserves a rest. He deserves to pretend there is no world outside of the warm bubble they've created together, just for a little while. They both do, really.

"I could give you a massage," Alear says. They're no expert, and it's not solely an excuse to touch him. He looks like he needs it. He looks like he needs far more than that, but proper rest is so hard to come by these days. There's room for little else beyond the war efforts and perhaps falling asleep afterwards. Yet they still found time for each other, somehow.

"Tell me what you need, Diamant, and I'll do it." More than anything, they just want to help.

[dragcncrest]

Diamant's mind admittedly wanders a bit when Alear says they could help Diamant not think about his soreness, imagining some of the ways the two royals have found relaxation with each other before. That isn't what Alear means, though, and DIamant almost chides himself for letting his mind wander there.

"In a bit, perhaps," he says softly as he rests his hands on Alear's waist. "I don't want to move yet, and I want simply to hold you for a while." Diamant tilts his head a bit to brush the tips of their noses together, letting out a soft breath as he does so.

In a perfect world, what Diamant needs would be easy: Alcryst, Alear, and peace across Fodlan. In these wartimes, it's much more difficult to think about. There is much he wants, less that he needs, and he needs to think rather differently than he had before Edelgard's war had begun. He must think simpler.

Another quiet exhale, using the steadiness of his breathing to help further ease his body. "I need...you, and then sleep. Gods, I need to sleep."

[armatization]

He's surprised Yuri doesn't back down. Claude realises now that he shouldn't be surprised; he walked right into Yuri's trap. He can't imagine what kind of ploy this is. He doesn't know what Yuri wants, what he truly wants. Maybe all he wants is a kiss. Maybe all he wants is one night together. Maybe he wants everything.

Claude feels like he's playing with a losing hand. That's never stopped him from playing before, however. And right now, he wants to play.

How far will they go, he wonders. How far can Claude push? How far does he want to push? Yuri certainly doesn't seem to hesitate. Claude's overthinking will be the death of him.

He's glad the library is deserted at the moment; he'd rather not explain what he wants to do to Yuri. His arms move to snake around Yuri's body, until he has a good enough grip on him to flip their positions. Now, Yuri is pressed against the table. He pulls away from the kiss, just for a moment, to whisper.

"There, isn't this much better?" Now he's really expecting Yuri to squirm away.

[dragcncrest]

Claude is ever the cunning opponent, even in matters like these, physical and intimate and trying to find as many ways to win as possible. It's admirable, truly, and something Yuri finds compelling. What is it about Claude that spurred on this need to try and have the upper hand, whether the other party knows it or not? Oh, Yuri wants to know terribly.

But it can wait for another conversation, or for Yuri to pry the information out of bystanders who won't know why his curiosity has him going to them. He is rather good at not setting off alarm bells, at least to the average person. He'd be lying if he said he didn't use all of his charm to ensure that suspicion doesn't follow him too closely.

His stomach tenses slightly as Claude fits his arms around Yuri's waist, holding him closer, but what Yuri thought was just an increasingly physical gesture becomes a power play, and now it's him whose upper thighs bump against the table, caught between the sturdy wood and Claude's body. He doesn't expect this, and part of him wants to freeze in place. But he's been the one trapped before, in many different ways, and he knows that behaving as if you're trapped only shows how much power the other holds.

And so Yuri simply braces one hand on the table behind him and lets his head tilt to one side, exposing his neck and a bit more of his chest. "Oh, much," he breathes and casually shifts his weight so he can drag his knee up Claude's thigh, a threat that he will wrap his leg around the other's hips. Though the bit of a bulge in the front of his pants may be a promise as much as a threat, depending on how Claude chooses to take it.

[armatization]

Yuri is impossible to read. That’s always been part of the fun. Now though, now he wants to know what Yuri’s thinking. Claude wants to know if he’s thinking the same things, feeling the same things, or if he’s fallen into the pretty little wolf’s trap, a helpless deer in the jaws of a predator. Now he’s backed into a corner - or against a tabletop - with Yuri’s hands on either side of him.

Claude’s blood is rushing. He’s never felt such intensity, such a rush, from anyone before. It's his turn to make a move now - either move away, or lean closer. Yuri is so close now that the slightest touch would make their lips meet. Claude is certain that's what he wants, but Yuri is unreadable. He could push Claude away. He could also push him onto the table.

Claude decides he will make a move in this game. Enough hesitation.

He puts his hands on Yuri's hips and tilts his face just enough to brush his lips against Yuri's. Gods, he wants more than that. He wants more than a bare brush. But no - let Yuri chase, too.

[dragcncrest]

They're so close now, and there's no choice but to make a bold move: Leave or give in. Shut him down, or give in to the game they've been playing with each other for ages now. Yuri knows what he'd prefer, but he isn't in the habit for forcing people to do something they aren't comfortable with - well, except the people he's killed, they were likely not comfortable with their lives ending prematurely. So he waits, eyes half lidded while he watches the gears turn in Claude's head.

And yes, he had hoped for this, even if he would have played it off as nothing had Claude pushed him away. He doesn't, though, he grabs Yuri's hips and finally lets their lips touch, and it's enough to know that Claude gave in first. It's a small win, barely a win, but Yuri takes his wins where he can, especially when the other player is something as clever as Claude.

He's almost sly in how he kisses him, a fluid motion from the brush of lips to the parting of them, years of training in this department helping him know how to make smooth work of something as simple as a kiss.

But maybe it isn't quite so simple. Yuri's had enough intimate partners to know when it's meaningless and when it isn't - it always is, it's always about power and control and getting what you want - but there's something he rather enjoys about the slide of Claude's lips against his own, and not just because it physically feels good.

He can't think about that, though, decided he'll never think about it, and instead presses in close, their bodies flush, waiting to see how this plays out.

[kingsmemes]

In honor of SPOTIFY WRAPPED,  send me a number 1-100 and I’ll write you a starter based on the song.

[armatization]

Alear has never enjoyed fighting. While some feel a thrill on battle, there's only horror in the pit of their stomach. They're not fighting for nothing; they're fighting for a better world. It doesn't make the fights any easier, but it makes them worth something.

They weren't stationed with Diamant this time - it was the professor's orders. Diamant is strong and could hold his own, but what if one day he can't? What if he faces his people on the battlefield and returns to Faerghus? Alear is being selfish, but they can't lose him, not in this world full of loss.

But he's back. That's what matters.

It's rather late, so the bathhouse is all theirs. It smells sweetly of soaps and bath salts. Alear is already waiting for him, already sunk into the water. They're not embarrassed being naked before him, but there are still certain things to hide - certain things Diamant does not know.

They watch him undress; he's hard not to notice. Still, that's only a small fraction why Alear noticed him in the first place.

“You don't need to worry about me,” they say with the shake of their head. They come closer as Diamant sinks into the water. They hold his face in their hands, and immediately are filled with a sense of calm. They press their forehead to his. “How are you feeling?”

[dragcncrest]

The water feels incredible as Diamant sinks into it, letting the heat envelope him, forcing his muscles to relax from the tension they always seem to carry within them. Sometimes he thinks he could fall asleep in baths like this, if only he hadn't been taught from a young age to be constantly vigilant. Still, he finds it in him now to let his shoulders slope and his eyes fall closed.

And it's so easy to lean in to Alear's touch, the gentle hold on his face, the press of their foreheads together, Alear's voice speak sweetly to him in their exhaustion. How lovely to return to. He wants to brush their lips together, but he refrains for now, simply letting his hands rest loosely on the other's waist.

"I will always worry about you," he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper. And it's true. Try as he might, there's no stopping the worry that comes when they are not together, when Diamant and Alear are on different battlefields, different border skirmishes, different patrols. What if this is to be their last encounter together? What if one of them dies tomorrow? Even now, Diamant worries. "I cannot help it, my love."

He should try, though, not to bring it into the space between them when they are together. Slowly, he releases his tension in a quiet exhale. "I am alright. Soreness is my true enemy right now, but I find that I am...much more ready not to think about it for a time."

[dragcncrest]

Finally making more progress on Fates, Birthright path this time, and so far I'm making eyes at:

Corrin

Reina

Yukimura

Sophie

[armatization]

@dragcncrest — Linhardt & Yuri ( starter call )

Linhardt has always found the library above ground lacking. There’s a wealth of knowledge, certainly, but he’s read enough of it. He knows the books are curated by the church. Really, isn’t the more forbidden knowledge far more interesting than the knowledge the church feeds him?

There is one place nearby where he can read those forbidden books. In fact, it’s a place right under most people’s noses.

Of course Linhardt found it; he was on a mission to investigate the Church’s secret. Abyss is one of those secrets, and it’s a secret he’s kept. Why would he tell anyone he knows about this place? Why would he revoke his own access to knowledge? He isn’t stupid, and he doesn’t see the need to reveal this place, anyhow.

He trundles in when no one is paying attention. He peruses the shelves; a lot of it is banned pornography. Those books become rather dull after a while. He touches his finger to the spine of each book, until he finds what he’s looking for - which is anything that doesn’t have a racy title. He picks up the book and flicks through the pages.

“No, I don’t think I’ve read this one,” he mutters to himself. He could read it in one night, and replace it before anyone notices.

Sadly, he doesn’t notice Yuri out of the corner of his eye: though, if he did, he wouldn’t have cared anyway.

[dragcncrest]

The newcomer catches Yuri's eye almost immediately. He'd made it down one hallway before being spotted, and if Yuri had thought the man would stop once seen, well, he was utterly proven wrong, wasn't he? And so Yuri follows him, his feet quiet, noiselessly carrying him to the library that now has its first occupant of the day. It would be a shame if the inhabitants of Abyss hadn't read and reread every book in here since they don't really leave here much anymore.

He watches from a short distance away, the man unaware of his presence - or seemingly doesn't care that someone else is here, though that would be different than how most people react - as he runs his fingertip along the spine of the books. Bypassing all of the smut, it seems. Yuri nearly laughs, but remains silent, his only change being the smirk quirking his lips.

Finally, the newcomer selects a book and thumbs through some of the pages, and Yuri finally decides to speak up.

"Not interested in Lusting After Seiros?" His grin widens, but he doesn't move closer, only crosses his arms loosely over his chest and leans casually against the nearest bookshelf. "Lady Rhea was particularly adamant that that one be burnt, but we here aren't in the habit of burning books."

[dragcncrest]

On her seventeenth birthday, Byleth, Jeralt, and a band of mercenaries they frequently worked with, all went out for food, drinks, and tattoos to celebrate. Primarily, it was a gift for Byleth. Despite her father being a renowned mercenary, highly adept with a blade (among other weapons, though this was his main), and protective of his only child, Byleth herself has made a bit of a name for herself, proving herself time and again on the battlefield. It isn’t every day someone can keep up with Jeralt, even being his daughter. That, and they just genuinely like her being around.

So that night, Byleth got the below design tattooed on her back, just below her neck and aligned with her spine. Jeralt went a littler harder on the drinks, and though no one will tell him exactly who decided to have it done, he got the same design done on his left calf.

A few years later, for her twentieth birthday, she decided to get another one, this time an underbust tattoo. There was still a celebration with friends, drinks and eating and having a good time, but this one was just a gift for herself, no real significance other than she liked the design. Jeralt does know that she got a tattoo, but he doesn’t know where - and Byleth keeps him in the dark on it.

[armatization]

starter for @dragcncrest — Lorenz & Marianne

My dearest Marianne,

It has been but days since I last saw you, but those days have been agonising without you by my side.

Forgive me for not writing to you sooner; regrettably, it was too much of a struggle to write well while on the road. However, I can assure you that I write to you before I do anything else in Derdriu.

I know not how I will rest without you at my side. You are my joy and my comfort, and without you, I am off balance. All I can think of is returning home to you and your waiting arms. I've hardly arrived, yet all I can think of is going home.

The thought of you will keep me strong, and the thought of your loving embrace shall keep me warm on these cold nights. I miss you more than I could ever express. I await the day I can see you again.

Ever yours, Lorenz H. Gloucester

[dragcncrest]

Dear Lorenz,

I'm so grateful to hear that you have made it to Derdriu safely. You are a very capable man, and our world is much more at peace now than it was before, but I admit, I worry for you whenever you have to leave alone. You must promise again that you will return safely to me.

It has only been a few days, and everything is still going well here. There was an incident in the kitchen with one of the younger ladies, but she is alright. I helped them make dinner that night, and I have forgotten how much I adore cooking. They taught us well at Garreg Mach. That is, so far, the only happening of significance since you have left. It is truly a blessing, these new times we live in.

Oh, but Lorenz, I cannot put into words how much I miss you. The nights are colder and the days are lonelier, even with the horses, cattle, and birds all around. One of the stray kittens has started sleeping in your spot at night, and I've not the heart to tell her that you will be returning to it soon. She purrs quite loudly for something so little.

Day is breaking now, and I've lots to do before breakfast, so I must end this letter here to be sent off. I miss you terribly, and I pray for your business to go smoothly so you can return to me swiftly. Please take care.

All my love, Marianne von Edmund-Gloucester

[dragcncrest]

Sometimes I think about Robin and her family, and I get so emotional. Do you think she didn't squish her baby's cheeks all the time? Look at them. She squished them and she still does, her child is cute! He's the cutest! Look at her family, she loves them so much!!!

[clumsmag]

5 days late but Happy Birthday, Petra Macneary. Have a kiss from who you say is your perfect husband, Claude von Riegan. [commission done by @hunnymzdrawsposts]

[dragcncrest]

Starter for @armatization with Alear and Diamant!

The war is far from over, but they can't all be fighting or scouting or patrolling at all hours of the day. Garreg Mach has, thankfully, not seen much battle since they initially cleared it out again on the five year reunion, but there's battles farther out, skirmishes that lead towards the marching of enemy soldiers. Diamant came back earlier this morning from his deployment to the lines, and he's been aching for some downtime. On his return, he'd been fed well, but also tended to his usual duties during the day, gently turning down any who told him to go rest, he just got back.

When night fell, though, Diamant sought out Alear for more than a passing brushing of hands and quick kiss as they went about their days. His body aches, and he can't help the long stretch of his arms as he peels off his tunic, letting it dangle from his fingertips for a moment before letting it fall as he reluctantly lowers his arms again.

"It's quite nice to be back again," he says as strips away the rest of his clothes and looks to Alear, at their exhausted expression and tired droop of their shoulders. Battle is one thing, but war truly puts a body to the test. "And I'm grateful you're safe. I do not expect any less, but I admit, I still worry sometimes." He smiles as he sinks into the hot water, actually letting out a quiet groan of satisfaction at the softness of the bath salts and soaps mixed in.

[dragcncrest]

[ blanket ]  for the sender to wrap the receiver in a big, warm blanket ; i think Lorenz should wrap Marianne in a blanket like a burrito okay

Welcome to the holiday season!

Marianne is accustomed to the cold winters in Edmund, with frost-bitten gusts coming in off the sea, ice coating the ground, snow glistening beautifully atop the icy layer beneath. In her youth, she learned how to tread these paths carefully yet with grace (and was demanded by her adoptive father), even when bundled in several layers and with her hands tucked warmly into a hand muff.

Today, however, she remains indoors, shivering slightly from the cold that has permeated the walls and the tapestries of Margrave Edmund's home. It is only the two of them for now, her adoptive father having gone to the next town over for a few days, which, in truth, she prefers. While she has come to understand him better, their relationship is still not entirely comfortable.

Lorenz must have seen her shiver as she settled into the loveseat, because she suddenly has a blanket wrapped around her shoulders and being tucked around her with an ardent tenderness that makes her smile even as the action makes her laugh. He has managed to secure her firmly within the blanket while still allowing her to keep her hands and arms able to move.

"Oh, Lorenz," she smiles, giggles. And, oh, she pulls her knees up with her, cocooned within the warmth of the blanket. "You forgot to wrap yourself in here with me."

[armatization]

Claude shouldn’t be interested. He shouldn’t have as much fun with this as he’s having, but he is. There’s a razor-sharp line between harmless flirting and a genuine invitation, a line they keep dancing on.

It would be easy, wouldn’t it? He could lean in and bridge that pesky gap between their lips. He could give Yuri a reason to never look at anyone but Claude again. This game they’re playing is dangerous; all it takes is one false move. There’s no one else who banters as easily as Yuri. There’s no one else who understands pointless flirting like Yuri. The fact he could get Claude genuinely curious about taking things a step further is a testament, though to what, Claude isn’t certain.

Either way, he won’t let Yuri win. He’ll get close to the line, but he won’t cross it; that’s what he repeats to himself.

He traces the fingers of his free hand on Yuri’s jawline, silently admiring the hard edges. Yuri may be pretty, but that beauty hides much of him. Claude knows a lie when he sees one.

“Feeling a little shameless, are we?” Well, perhaps Claude is feeling a little shameless, too. Or, perhaps he just wants to play into the game. Even he can no longer tell. “It’s just us,” Claude says, leaning ever so slightly closer. “I won’t tell if you won’t tell.”

[dragcncrest]

It would be so easy to lean into that touch to his face, to savor the soft fingertips tracing the line of his jaw, to draw Claude's palm to his lips and press a kiss to his skin. Yuri knows how to seduce, and he knows when a game is being played. When the other is trying to play him. He can't help but to think, though, that this game isn't just them trying to figure each other out anymore, but something so much more, so different.

And part of it, he knows, is a matter of wills. Who will break first? Yuri is determined for it not to be him.

"Now who's shameless?" he says with a huff of a laugh, little more than a breath that ghosts Claude's lips. He's careful even in how swiftly he moves to trap Claude against the edge of a table, his hands now planted on the tabletop on either side of the man's hips. Their bodies are flush and their faces still close. Yuri's eyes are dark and his smile is darker, daring Claude to take what he wants.