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My name is Amy and I really like Fire Emblem: Awakening and writing. Art Credit: ながれ on Pixiv Prompts: OPEN

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hey y’all it’s been a long few years hasn’t it? thanks for sticking around, you all truly mean a lot to me! i’m not sure when/if I will post anything new, but i always log on every so often to see what’s going on. it is always a delight seeing my old works getting liked and reblogged, and it gives me a boost of motivation to write sometimes too! right now i’m in university so i don’t have a lot of time to write until mid-april, but if i write something it will be posted around then! there may be some three houses content too because i have dedicated 300+ hours on the game and am on my 6th playthrough, so suffice to say i love it almost as much as i love awakening! also i have 169 followers nice 

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omg wow i just found ur blog and ur writing is super lovely????? wow???; would u be willig to write morgan (he pronouns mo) x inigo??? like a confession of feelings or first kiss or something idk if not thats super cool hae a nice day!!! rock on u cool cat!!

thanks anon! you’re the bee’s knees c:

Morganand Inigo were grateful for all the support they got from their fellowShepherds after they announced that they were dating, and the proud faces oftheir parents was the cherry on top of an already great day. Morgan was prettysure his parents knew before they announced it however, as Robin kept pairinghim and Inigo together during battles and Chrom made sure that Inigo’s tent wasbeside his every night. It was a little embarrassing, but he couldn’t deny howhappy it made him to see Inigo every day. They spent so much time together thatMorgan felt like they were two halves of the same whole: if Morgan stepped withhis right foot then Inigo would step with his left, if Inigo slept on his rightside then Morgan would sleep on his left. These were quite minor details, butMorgan cherished them with all of his being.

Thatbeing said, Morgan was still a little shy when it came to some things. For instance,he and Inigo still never kissed. He wasn’t upset or frustrated, but rather theywere both a bit too nervous to actually do it.

But onenight, Morgan was ready to finally change things. It took him weeks ofpreparing and talking himself into it, but he was pumped up and determined.  

Morganwas lying on their bedroll, idly flipping through one of his mother’s strategybooks. His mind was racing and he couldn’t focus on any of the words, butfeeling the pages slip between his fingers helped him relax. He was waiting forInigo to return from his dance lessons with Olivia, and just sitting aroundwaiting for him would’ve only made Morgan more nervous.

He wasclose to dozing off before he heard the tent flap move and a cool breeze flushhis face, he put his book down to see Inigo’s back face towards him, his hands gingerlyclosing the tent flap. Inigo probably thought that he was asleep, and Morganfigured that he might as well play along. Besides, surprising Inigo with aquick peck on the lips would cause the most delightful smile to blossom on hisface.

When Inigoturned around, he saw Morgan passed out with a book close to his open hand. Healmost wanted to chide him for falling asleep while reading again, but he couldn’tbring himself to wake him up. Instead, Inigo drifted towards the desk, silentlymaking himself some tea.

Morganhad a hard time trying to keep his eyes closed, but he couldn’t help but peek alittle when he didn’t hear much coming from Inigo. He was so far away andMorgan would blow his cover if he leapt at him, despite every part of his body tellinghim too. A few hums and the soft noises of water hitting a tea cup alerted Morganto squeeze his eyes shut, so he let out a small fake snore to alert Inigo.

Littledid he know, Inigo took the bait and quietly knelt beside him. Inigo swept thebook aside gently and laid down on the bedroll, turning around to face him.Morgan could feel how close Inigo’s face was to his, and he was just a fewseconds away from leaning in before Inigo started talking.

“Youwouldn't believe what happened today, Morgan!” Inigo whispered, it was obviousthat he tried to keep his voice down but his pure excitement couldn’t be reinedin so easily. “Me and mother were dancing, like normal, but the cutest squirrelcame crawling out of the bushes! Mother was scared at first, but she couldn’t helpbut try to befriend him. We spent the rest of the night feeding him bread andtrying to teach him how to dance. I don’t think it worked out that well, but Iwish you were there to see it.”

Morgan couldn’thelp but crack a small smile, and he peeked just a little more to see whatInigo was doing. He wasn’t facing him anymore, but Inigo was laying down withboth arms behind his head, staring up at the ceiling of the tent. Morgan wasready to pounce before Inigo continued talking again.

“I can’twait to tell you when you’re awake, maybe we can- mmmph!” Before Morgan couldregister what he was doing, he suddenly sprung himself onto Inigo. Poor Inigo couldn’teven finish his sentence before he was taken by surprise.

Morganhonestly didn’t know what he was doing, but he must’ve been doing somethingright as Inigo wasn’t pulling away.

Afterwhat felt like an eternity, both of them pulled away at once. Morgan and Inigostared at each other for a moment, but huge smiles and joyous laughter soonerupted.

“So uh,I guess you really liked that squirrel story!” Inigo wheezed between laughs. Morgangiggled even more and smacked Inigo lightly on the arm, too overcome with joyto respond. Inigo took this as his opportunity to wrap around Morgan,entangling their legs together and getting so close he could feel Morgan’s warmbreaths every time a laugh escaped his throat. Inigo swiftly started pepperinghis beloved’s face with tiny kisses, moving around to get every inch. But he madesure to just gently brush his lips against Morgan’s, teasing him ever soslightly.

“H-hey!That’s not fair.” Morgan pouted.

“Wellthen! My plan is working.”

“Hm?What plan?”

“Myplan to get you positively addicted to me.” Inigo beamed, an adorable toothygrin adorning his face.

Morganpounced once more, and with the tea long forgotten, the two lovers spent the rest of the night kissing andgiggling until the sun came up. Once morning came, Robin and Olivia searchedevery corner of the camp to figure out where their son’s ran off too. Insteadthey found them sound asleep in their tent, snoring softly with tiny smiles ontheir faces.  

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How about a gym AU where Frederick is a personal trainer/instructor and F!Robin, who has a crush on him but hasn't spoken to him much aside from the odd "hi, how's it going?", decides to sign up for one of his dreaded Fanatical Fitness Hour classes to get closer to him. Besides, she figures it can't be as intense as the stories say, right? (Spoiler: Robin is horribly, horribly wrong)

again, sorry for the 2+ year wait! I hope you enjoy nonetheless c:

After countless all-nighters and weeks of caffeine-inducedexistence, Robin decided that it was time to hit the gym. She figured her dietof coffee, instant noodles, and whatever was in the sale section at the cornerstore was not a very good way to live, and she could feel herself get more andmore sluggish as she dashed from her house to school.

She had slowly gotten herself into the habit ofgoing to the gym in the past few weeks, but her main motivation for going was arather attractive man who worked there. She found herself too awkward to strikeconversation, but she gave him the occasional “hey” and “how are you?” wheneverthey were at the water fountain together. Or rather, Robin be-lined to thewater fountain every time she saw him there.

She hasn’t learned much about him but she doesknow that his name is Frederick, he is a personal trainer, and that he isstupidly good-looking. Their sparse interactions at the water fountain onlymade Robin more curious about him, but Frederick didn’t waste any time duringtheir conversations. They could only get through one or two topics before hescurried off back to his job.

Since Robin couldn’t pin him down long enough fora proper conversation, she decided to sign up for a personal trainer.Specifically, she signed up for Frederick to be her personal trainer.

Every day.

Robin wouldn’t call herself shallow, but she couldn’thelp but stare at Frederick’s muscles every time they had an appointmenttogether. He would guide her through the machines and through various exercises,but all she really focused on was how she could ask him on a date. Frederickwas oblivious enough to Robin’s gaze, and she figured that he was reallyinvested in his job. Too invested in fact, as nothing Robin could do wouldphase him:

“What do you usually do after work?”

“I study, for personal enlightenment is of theupmost importance.”

“What do you do on weekends?”

“I’m a fan of reading, I also enjoy cleaning. Icannot think straight even when there is a stray pebble in the garden.”

“Are you single?”

“Robin! That is an inappropriate question, we areat the gym. Now give me twenty one armed push ups.”

He talked rather formally, but Robin just found itas an adorable quirk he had. She slowly grew more comfortable around him, buttheir short one hour sessions didn’t allow her to get as close as she liked.

One day as she was leaving the gym, she sawFrederick chatting to the blue-haired front desk worker. She didn’t think much ofit, until both of them started calling for her.

“Robin! There’s something here you might enjoy.”Frederick bellowed. Robin, as subtle as she is, practically ran over to them.

Chrom held up a clipboard with a piece of paper forRobin to see, “Frederick’s Fanatical Fitness Hour” was printed in bold acrossthe top. A big goofy grin sat on Chrom’s face, almost like he was trying tokeep in a secret.

“I think you’ll enjoy this. You’ve been makinggreat progress in our sessions, and I would like to see how you do in one of theseclasses.” Frederick said rather matter-of-factly 

Robin had heard of these sessions before, mostlyfrom eavesdropping, but every single person would not stop talking about how “intense”it was and how it “destroyed” them. She figured they were exaggerating,Frederick was her personal trainer and he hasn’t been that harsh so far.Besides, any extra time with Frederick was a pretty good deal in her eyes.

She swiftly grabbed the clipboard from Chrom andwrote her name down on the list. She scanned the sheet and her name was only thethird one written down.

Perfect, Robin thought, more one-on-one time withFrederick.

As she walked home, Robin thought she might becoming on a bit too strong. She didn’t want to be creepy, but she was convincedthat Frederick was interested in her, even just a little bit. They startedhaving some playful banter after their sessions, and Frederick had visited herat the library during every one of her shifts in the past few weeks. If nothinghappened between them, Robin could at least be grateful that he got her intoshape.

On the morning of Frederick’s Fanatical FitnessHour, Robin could barely hold in her excitement. As she jogged down to the gym,she prepared herself mentally and physically for everything Frederick couldthrow at her. Robin practically skipped as she entered the gym, greeting Chromwith a warm “hello!” as she headed into the change room. She could barely hearChrom yelling “good luck!” after her since she was moving so fast. It was niceof him, but Robin was pretty sure she could handle it. 

Once she entered the room that Fitness Hour washeld in, she found Frederick doing some stretches towards the back. Loud rockmusic blasted from a boom box in the corner while cheesy motivation postershung from the walls.

“Hello, Robin! I almost didn’t hear you walk in.” Frederickyelled over the music. “I hope you’re ready!”

Robin nodded in response, but she was a bit toodistracted by the posters to reply properly. She was fairly sure that Frederickput them up himself, as she figured that the gym wouldn’t have posters withFrederick’s face on them. His face was plastered onto every poster, with hugetext reading “Frederick Wants You!” on the bottom. It was quite obvious thatFrederick just taped pictures of himself onto the paper, and that he quickly scrawled“Frederick” on top of whatever writing was there before. Robin let hercuriosity get the better of her and gently poked one of the posters, revealingsome blue hair behind the shield of Frederick’s face. She was close to findingout what was underneath there before she two hands grab her sides and her feetleave the ground.

“H-hey! Put me down!” Robin squealed, flailing herlimbs in every direction.

“I’m sorry Robin, but I cannot let you see what isbehind there.”  Frederick announcedstraight-faced. For as frantic as she was thrashing, Robin was pretty impressedat how composed he sounded. “What is behind there is strictly confidential.”

“It’s not my fault you hung them up!”

“Tsk tsk, I will not endorse this mischievousness.”

Before Robin knew it, Frederick slung her over hisshoulder with such ease that she might as well be a towel in his eyes. Herresistance was fruitless, and she simply accepted her fate. Frederickeffortlessly placed Robin outside the room and quickly locked himself inside. Robinwanted to protest, but the sound of paper being ripped and sporadic crinklingerupted from the door and drowned out her voice. Frederick emerged not too longafter, almost as if nothing happened.

“Welcome students! Please, come in.” Fredericksaid, extending his arm into the room to invite them in. Robin didn’t realizethat there were two people standing behind her, looking rather confused andscared at the same time.

The last thing Robin remembered before her worldturned black was how bare the walls were, and the huge smile on Frederick’sface as his warm voice announced “Welcome to Frederick’s Fanatical Fitness Hour!I hope you are all ready to feel the burn.”

Robin awoke from her exercise-induced coma to findthat was slumped against the wall, with Frederick diligently cleaning up theroom. It was almost comical to see such a small broom in his hands, but she wasn’tgoing to complain about it any time soon. She looked down to see small bowl ofwater and a small towel folded neatly beside her. Once her hand went to dip thetowel in the water, Frederick’s head shot around to examine her.

“Ah, the lady has awoken!” Frederick gently placedthe broom down and knelt down beside Robin, taking the damp towel and wiping itagainst her forehead. “I was worried that you were going to spend the entirenight here.”

“What happened?”

“Well, right when class was over I saw you stumblingout the door. I’m grateful that I managed to catch you before you fell over.You are really quite easy to carry.” Frederick chuckled. Robin couldn’t helpbut blush a little, but the sudden bloom of red across her face only causedFrederick to wipe her entire face with cold water. “Oh my, you must be reallyexhausted. I apologize for any… embarrassment I may have caused.”

Robin wanted to wipe that smug look off Frederick’sface, but she couldn’t deny how nice the cold water felt against her skin.

“Yeah, yeah.” Robin attempted to get up so shecould go home with some dignity, but her legs immediately protested, sending asearing pain through her body. She tried to brush it off as coolly as shecould, but Frederick quickly caught her and placed her against the wall again.

“Don’t strain yourself, I would hate for you tomiss one of our sessions.”

“Thank you for the concern, Frederick.” Robinthought it was quite sweet of him to stick around for her, yet there was onething that kept bothering her. “But how have you not even broken a sweat? Itlooks like nothing even happened.”

“You flatter me, but I have trained hard for suchendurance. I must thank you for noticing.” Frederick replied, a tiny smirkdecorating his face. “Now stay here, I will return with some more water.”Frederick picked up the bowl and darted off.

Once Frederick returned, he found Robin lying downon the floor fast asleep, with the tiniest trail of drool escaping her lips. Hechuckled to himself and placed a towel on her to act as a blanket. He went backto sweeping the floor, but made sure to do so extra quietly. Once he finished hefelt like waking her would be a horribly bad decision, so he gingerly satbeside a very much asleep Robin. He pulled out his notebook and starteddrafting new poster ideas instead, all the while enduring Robin’s snores andlight kicks to his leg.

The next morning, Chrom couldn’t help but laugh atwhat he was seeing. He quickly took a few pictures and sent them to Frederick tosee when he woke up. Frederick was sat up against the wall, hunched over on topof poor Robin and very clearly asleep. Robin was perched up on his lap, but herwhite hair escaped her ponytail and was sprawled in every direction, almost asif dozens of white tentacles were trying to escape. Somehow, Frederick’snotebook ended up sitting perfectly on his head, as if he was wearing a hat.

Chrom couldn’t wait for them to see, as he wentoff to his desk and started planning his own posters.

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Hi! Could I perhaps request a HenryxF!MU prompt? Perhaps something fluffy where MU is afraid of the dark and Henry, despite loving the dark himself, ends up comforting her? I'm fluff trash, haha. Thank you. c:

sorry for the 2+ year wait aha, if you’re still kicking around anon I hope you enjoy!

“Good night, Robin! Don’t let the bed bugs bite,nya ha ha!” Henry exclaimed cheerfully, blowing out the last candle thatilluminated their tent.

Robin didn’t respond, which was typical for Henry.She was usually asleep right when her head hit the bedroll. Little did Henryknow, Robin was actually wide awake this time.

Usually Robin would work herself until exhaustion,becoming so tired that when it was time to sleep she would have no problems indoing so. Henry always teased her about being married to work rather than him,but she actually worked so hard so she wouldn’t have to endure the terrifyingfew minutes before she could succumb to sleep.

Robin hated to admit it, but she was terrified ofthe dark.

Being the famed tactician of the Shepherds wasn’t exactlyan easy job, and she had many congratulate her on her skills. She had solid strategiesthat led to many victories, inspiring some and terrifying others. Someone ofher caliber shouldn’t be scared of the something so silly, she would tellherself. But Robin couldn’t help but flee into her tent once sunset hits hereyes.

Robin clutched onto the fire tome under her pillowprotectively. She desperately wanted to pull it out and light a tiny candle,but she knew that Henry wasn’t asleep yet. She felt a little silly, hidingsomething like this from her husband. But that thought quickly escaped her headonce she heard harrowing gusts of wind dance around in their tent and theechoed howls of wolves invade her ears.

Millions of thoughts raced around in her mind,both terrifying her and jolting her awake at the same time. Robin couldn’t tellthe difference between her eyes being opened and closed, and she felt the dark pullingher in all directions while suffocating her at the same time. Before she couldregister what she was doing, Robin swiftly clung onto Henry, wrapping her armsand legs around him as tightly as she could.

“Whoa! Isn’t it a little late to be frisky? Nya haha!” Henry giggled.

When Robin didn’t respond, Henry felt a littleuneasy. She was usually loaded with a snarky retort, and the silence waspainful for him as it lingered.

“Hey, are you okay? I might be a little squishybut I can protect you all the same!” Henry quipped, hoping that he couldprovoke some response from Robin.

All Robin could manage was a meek laugh, shewanted to respond but she could feel tears rise from her throat and choke outher voice. She clamped her eyes shut and tried to prevent any tears fromescaping, but her efforts were meaningless as she could feel loose tears soakinto Henry’s shirt.

Immediately, Henry lit a candle and engulfed Robinin a bear hug.

“Did someone hurt you? I’ll make them regret that!I’ll have you know that I love nothing more than ripping thumbs off, nya ha!”Henry was no good at comforting, but he was determined to do anything for Robinto feel better.

“N-no, I’m okay. No one hurt me.” Robin muttered.Tears running down her face and a rather embarrassing shade of red resting onher cheeks, she couldn’t muster up the courage to tell Henry the truth.

“If no one hurt you then what’s wrong? Is Chromgiving you too much work? Oh boy I’ll curse him so-“

“No! No, Chrom is okay. No need to curse anyone.” Robinreassured him, she didn’t want Chrom to be cursed but she especially didn’t wantFrederick on their tails for anything happening to their commander. “I’m… I’m afraidof the dark”

“The dark?”

“Y-yeah. It’s silly I know.”

“Nya ha! That’s not silly, Robin.” Henry evenplanted a small kiss on Robin’s forehead to reassure her. Henry had to admit,her confession caught him a little off guard. He loved the dark himself, butthat meant nothing if Robin couldn’t enjoy it with him.

He felt Robin snuggle up closer to his chest, anda small breath escaped her lips and tickled his skin. He leaned back a littleto gently wipe some stray tears off her face, as he saw Robin’s eyes close andher body relax.

“Do you want to see something cool?” Henry said,breaking Robin out of her reverie.

Robin nodded, and Henry promptly blew out thecandle. Before she could have a chance to react, a small ball of light paintedtheir tent with a dim purple hue. Robin wanted to say something, but two moreballs appeared and started dancing around in her vision. She was too memorizedto say anything, as she just laid back and watched the three balls spin anddart around their tent.

This magic was fairly basic in Henry’s eyes, as itdidn’t take much for him to create some balls of light. Robin’s reactions however,were priceless. He saw how enamoured she was, and how her eyes dedicated tofollowing them around. He would move them up and down, and saw her eyes do thesame. A smile started creeping across Robin’s face, and Henry couldn’t help butsmile in return.

Any sign of unease melted away from Robin’s mind,and she found herself unable to tear her eyes away from the light show Henrywas putting on for her. They would occasionally get close to her face,practically kissing her cheeks before they scurried away again. Robin didn’t evennotice her eyelids becoming increasingly heavy, as she still saw the lightseven when her eyes were closed.

After a few more minutes, Henry shushed the lightsand rested his head beside Robin’s. She was fast asleep, and Henry watched herchest rise and fall as her faint breaths tickled his ears. Even if she wasasleep, Henry still had a large smile plastered onto his face. He couldn’t waitfor morning to come, so the sunlight could flush any fears his wife may have.

As Henry started to doze off, the only thing hecould think about was how lovely Robin would look underneath some blue light tomorrownight.    

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2018

hi everyone!  I know I’ve been silent for like two years but I am back from the dead! I intend on posting more here, granted posting anything on here would be more than 2017. I am in university right now and taking a creative writing class for fun, and that has so far sparked my passion for writing again! Hopefully I’ll be able to post some short drabbles here and there for you guys.  I am also going to be taking down the Colours drabble for a bit, as I want to hand in a variation of that in for my first assignment. I’ll put it back up after the semester is over, so don’t worry it’s not lost forever!!   Thanks for sticking around, I love you all <3

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Owain/Brady snowball fight followed by cocoa

I’m not dead!!

“None can match the sheer power flowing through the veins of the great Owain Dark! Hark, my dear Brady! Admire my…” Honestly, Brady found it quite charming whenever Owain went on another one of his poetic speeches. Seeing his boyfriend happily spout out stories akin to the legends that they heard as children gave him a special kind of joy, the kind of joy that rises from your throat and bubbles underneath your skin. But Brady was much too nervous to tell Owain his admiration and any attempts to share it reduced Brady into a blushing, flustered, mumbling mess.

“Brady! Come to me!” Owain barks, breaking Brady out of his temporary trance.

“Whaddya want from me?”

“J-just come here!” He shouts back, his voice wavering and cracking just slightly at the very end, much to the delight of Brady.

“Fine! But I ain’t walkin’ any faster…” He mumbles, looking down to see his feet sink down into the snow.

“Hark, my love! Look at this masterfully crafted snowball I have here in my hand!” Owain cried, while he wasn’t wrong, Brady couldn’t see anything particularly special about it. “It’s beautiful, hand crafted, so pure white that it’ll blind any enemy who dares to look at it!”

“You’re full of malarkey.”

“Nonsense!” And in one swift motion, Brady feels Owain’s arm wrap around his shoulders, pulling him closer to his ecstatic boyfriend. Brady couldn’t help but catch a glance at Owain’s face and while a rather menacing smile creeped upon his face, Brady had to admit it was pretty cute.

“Brady! With this snowball we have unlimited power! We will be the most powerful couple of them all! With this, we can bring peace upon ALL the kingdoms and – hey! W-what was that?” In his grandiose speech, Owain barely even noticed that Brady gently slapped his snowball-clad hand to launch it straight in his face. Snow slowly dripped of his Owain’s face, covering his eyes and soaking a few stray hairs. Words of protest died in his throat, as Brady’s gruff laughter stole the air from his lungs as splatters of crimson red peppered Owain’s face.

“Ya didn’t even expect it!” Brady huffed between laughs, “I never seen ya so surprised in my life!” Hunched over gasping for breath, Brady couldn’t see Owain’s face but he was sure that he was blushing a bright red.

Owain wiped the snow from his eyes and saw his boyfriend basically hyperventilating over the destruction of his snowball. It was an amusing sight, and an idea popped into his head.

“This is-“

“Whaddya say? Speak up?” Brady howled.

“WAR!” Owain screamed, and a rapid fire barrage of snowballs pelted Brady until he fell over from sheer surprise.

“Hey! That ain’t fair!”

“Come at me, fair Brady!” cried Owain, running behind a tree for coverage. While the tree protected him from most of Brady’s attacks, it couldn’t hide the deep laugh escaping from his chest.

“I won”

“Malarkey, you slipped and was lyin’ there WAITING for me to assault you.” Brady exclaimed rather proudly, a steaming mug of hot chocolate nestled between his snow kissed hands.

“Mhm, sure.” Owain said smugly, sipping some hot chocolate from his mug. “But I’m still the winner no matter what.”

“That’s stubborn of ya, Owa–“

“Because I have the best boyfriend in all Ylisse!” And a flurry of kisses adorned themselves on Brady’s warm cheeks.

“You’re so sentimental!” Brady bellowed. Owain gladly ignored his protests and continued kissing Brady even as he grew more and more flustered. Brady hated to admit it, but maybe losing wasn’t that bad after all.

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/brushes dust off shoulders A lot has happened between now and January but one thing that has remained constant is mY BAD WRITING SCHEDULE  

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I LOVE your writings. Could you do a F!Robin x Gangrel? (I like to think he has a super fluffy side)

ah yes, the trash bae

“It’s just the snow! How old are you? I thought I married a woman, not a girl.” Gangrel huffed, obviously irritated as his wife hasn’t stopped staring outside since morning.“But it’s so pretty! Just look…” Robin found her mind drifting off before she could even finish her sentence but she couldn’t care less.“Just look at you! You’re the master tactician! The force behind the vanishing of Grima! How are you so distracted by snow?” How his wife could go from conquering empires to acting like an overexcited schoolgirl in mere seconds has always and will continue to always baffle him, and yet he still never admits to himself or Robin how cute he thought it was.

“Mhm, is there a problem?” She mumbles.“Why don’t you just go outside?” Robin’s half-lidded dreamy eyes immediately pop open and she can feel her excitement shoot up from her feet to the tips of her ears. “It’s been hours! Are you so daft that-”“Shhhh.” Robin whispers, whipping around to face her flustered husband. She places a single finger on Gangrel’s lips and feels the blush from her cheeks warm up her entire body and spread across her face. Meanwhile, surprise is painted all over Gangrel’s face and Robin finds herself unable to hold back a few stray giggles.She pushes herself up on her toes to rest her forehead against her husband’s and completely loses herself, letting bright smiles and rosy cheeks grace Gangrel’s vision.“You know, it’s going to take more than this to elicit any strong response from me.” He boasts.Robin simply laughs a little more in response.“H-have you gone mad?” Gangrel is suddenly aware of how hard Robin’s tiny body is pressing against his and he suddenly wishes that his collar wasn’t so goddamn tight. “I’ll have you know that-”“Tag, you’re it.” Robin interrupts and bursts out of their bedroom and into the snow quicker than Gangrel can wrap his head around what happened. “You have gone mad! You ARE a madwoman!” He shouts, but he’s outside happily trudging around in the snow trying to chase his wife before he could even finish his sentence.

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New Years Resolution

Hello everyone! I hope your new years eve was wonderful and filled with good vibes (and not plagued with period cramps like mine is.) I don’t like making personal posts on this blog, as I’m pretty sure you followed for drabbles, but it’s undeniable that I’ve been slaking in my writing since March. I never lost my love in Awakening or writing, but I found myself dedicating more time in my schoolwork. However! Since 2016 is right around the corner, it’s about time that I make myself accountable for my negligence in this blog and try to turn things around. And if I make a post about it, hopefully someone will yell at me if I miss deadlines. Starting January, I’m determined to post at least two drabbles a month. It doesn’t look like much, but I want to start somewhere and if I make writing a routine I can hopefully write some more! Anyways, thanks for sticking with me for my first year writing online (I still can’t believe the one year anniversary is coming up in February) and maybe I can whip my ass into shape by this time next year.  Happy New Years, and here’s to a great 2016! :)   

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How bout Robin's first time really playing in the snow since the war with Lon'qu and I'm picturing like eyes and noses fashioned from potatoes :] have a great day

SNOWBALL FIGHT:

Despite being married to a manwho hails from the coldest, snowiest, and harshest kingdom in all of Ylisse,Robin herself had never enjoyed the snow. She’s seen it during the beginning ofher journey, but she was never blessed with it ever again. In fact, Robin hadonly seen snow as an obstacle and it never crossed her mind that the fluffy whitesubstance was used as a toy.

But that one day when Ylisse hadits first snowfall of the winter, Robin couldn’t help but drag her stoichusband outside for some fun.

Lon’qu, who would much ratherstay indoors and sit by the fireplace, relented and finally gave in to his wife’swishes once she did the look, thesort of look that could end wars and silence deities. He couldn’t remember playingoutside in the snow, only trying to hide from it in order to survive, and Robinwas equally as clueless. However, that never stopped Robin from flingingsnowballs at Lon’qu as if her life depended on it.

“You’re a madwomen!” Lon’quscreamed weakly, trying to sound intimidating but failed once he saw how muchRobin was laughing over the whole situation. “You’re insufferable!” He screamedonce more, but he found himself smiling instead of scowling.

“You’re just angry that you’re aneasy target!” Robin stifled through fits of giggles and started to gather apile of snowballs at her feet.

“Madwomen!” Lon’qu said, but thistime he was laughing uncontrollably and he couldn’t see himself stopping in along time.

MAKING SNOWMEN:

“Snow… Man?”

“Yeah! Doesn’t it sound fun? Wecan give him cute button eyes, and a tiny hat, and some stick arms!” Robin rambled,checking off every point with one of her fingers until Lon’qu was pretty sureshe needed more than two hands to show her excitement. “-Oh! Maybe somemittens, and he’ll definitely want a mouth, and a warm scarf-”

“I don’t think snowmen appreciateanything warm.” Lon’qu replied, snow dripping off his hair and seeping into hisclothes. He would much rather take the scarf for himself, but seeing the amountof excitement Robin has he was sure that she would protect the snowman morethan she would him.

“Hmph, I think someone is justjealous.” Robin huffed, arms crossed and cheeks tinted a bright apple red. “Now,do you want to make the head or the bottom?”

“Times up!” Robin announcedhappily, “Now show me what you did!” Why Robin found herself so excited to bemaking a snowman, she didn’t know. But what she did know is that Lon’qu couldn’tbe quicker in putting the finishing touches on the head.

“Okay, I think I’m done-” Robin practicallyshoved her poor husband out of the way before he could finish his sentence andwas graced with a rather impressive snowman head – a mage’s hat drooped overone side of his face, a large smile made out of stones, but one thing took Robinaback: potatoes. Apparently, Lon’qu had enough time to fashion two small eyesand a pointy nose out of a potato and have enough skin leftover to make some eyebrows.Whether it was impressive or worrisome, Robin found herself laughing untilstray tears fell from her eyes.

“It’s perfect,” she huffed “Ilove it!”

Lon’qu blushed (from the complimentor the weather, he’ll never know) and kicked at the ground absentmindedly. “Iheard that carrots were more traditional, but I already had some potatoes and-”Lon’qu found himself silenced by his wife by a quick kiss on the nose and asingle finger on his lips.

“He’s adorable.”

“I’m glad,” Lon’qu mumbled, andhe lost himself in the pure joy of seeing his wife trying to clumsily lift the snowmanhead and put it on the body.

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DRABBLE BY THE END OF CHRISTMAS

I SWEAR

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if you send some super cute winter prompts in my inbox i might write even more /nudge nudge wink wink /crawls back into the shadows 

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/crawls out the shadows two new drabbles by christmas i promise  

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FlaviaxM!Robin | War Time Relief

I wrote this originally to submit to imaginefeawakening to become a female mod except I’m pretty sure they’re not accepting anymore entries so oooooops. Anyways, have some Flavia fluff and have a good day/night you lovely followers!

After an intense day of training, paperwork, and strategizing, you barely even notice your wife slip into your room while you're lying face down on your bed.

"For a man of your caliber, I expected you to handle much more than this!" Flavia laughed as she plopped down beside you, "Chin up, Robin!"

You feel her hand ruffle your hair and the only response you could croak out is a pathetic mumble of incoherent words. Although you couldn't deny how much you craved her attention, as being a ruling Khan required her to be busy the entire day, the exhaustion of war was finally catching up to you.

"You're almost as lazy as the oaf, get up!" She commands, switching from her normal voice to her "Khan voice" and you shoot up immediately. Out of fear or out of willpower, you'll never know.

"Yes, ma'am!" You jokingly salute, even going so far as to raising your hand to your forehead.

You see a smile spread across Flavia's face and you can feel most of your fatigue drain through your fingertips. Yet, you can barely drink up the sight of your beautiful wife before her smile turns into a grimace.

"You look like hell." She puts bluntly.

You sigh and fall on the bed beside her, "I feel like it too."

"This won't do," she exclaims, and immediately gets up and starts pacing the room before you could even try to wrap your arms around her. "You have to rest, Robin. I'll get someone to take over your duties for a while, and I can have someone take over your paperwork while we're still in Ferox..." She grabs a piece of paper and rips the quill off of your desk, vigorously scribbling something that you know is going to be illegible.  

"Flavia, I don't think tha-"    

"My army can collect the finest ale in the land..."

"Flavia, my love, pleas-"

"No no, gold suits you WAY better than silver-"

"Flavia!"

"What! I'm busy!"

You push yourself off the bed and shush your wife with a hug, making sure to smack the quill out of her hand in case she starts writing again.

"I appreciate it, but all I need is you..." you mumble, and promptly start blushing from how cheesy your words sound. Before you could even try to save yourself, Flavia pushed away and her booming laughter rang in your ears.

"I thought I married a man! You sound like a teenaged boy!" She cries out between her tears of mirth. Eventually, her laughs fade into meek chuckles and she places her hand on your shoulder, looking at you dead in the eyes. "You must be tired if you're sounding like that."

You start laughing yourself and wipe some stray tears from Flavia's face. "I'll feel better in the morning, so don't worry about me. Let's just relax for tonight, alright?" Flavia nods and you drag her onto the bed, your back resting against the headboard while your wife drapes herself against your body. You untie her ponytail and run your hands through her hair, smoothing out all her knots until you slowly drift off to sleep.

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Can you do Cynthia x M!Morgan?

My darling son eeeee

Compliment

“You are such a stud, Morgan!The legends just won’t do you justice.” Cynthia whispered one morning. Shedidn’t know what got into her, but waking up next to her husband every daybrought so much joy in her heart that she had to say something.

She felt extra happy when shefelt Morgan’s lips meet hers and his hands brush out the knots in her hair.

“Are you trying to scorepoints with me? Well … It’s working.” Morgan said when he pulled away, araging blush flooding his face. “You’re really amazing, too!” He addedwhen he saw Cynthia’s face light up, hoping that the rest of his days could bededicated to bringing out that wonderful smile and melodious laughter.

Promise

“Go easy on yourself, Cynthia.”Morgan sighed as he tossed away another empty bottle of vulnerary fromCynthia’s bedside. Cuts and bruises decorated her body while Morgan managed toescape their last battle with a few tiny scratches, but it was nothing comparedto his wife’s state. Even if he was bloody and hanging onto his last shred oflife, he would happily spend his last spurt of energy to tend to his wife, nomatter whether she had a tiny cut or gash across her leg. “It would sadden meto lose you.” He murmured while wiping the dirt off her face.

Cynthia however, felt chipper asalways and giggled at how Morgan’s fingers tickled her cheek. “Don’t worry.Heroes never die. They keep YOU from dying.” She bellowed, placing one ofher hands on top of Morgan’s. “So don’t worry about me, okay? I’ll be fine!”

Although Morgan still frettedover her, seeing Cynthia smile as widely as she did brought an equally bigsmile to his face.

Gift

“What have you got there,Morgan?” Cythnia chirped, pigtails swaying in every direction as she bounced onthe balls of her feet, “You shouldn’t hide stuff from your lady.” Shepoked him in the side to grab his attention and brought out her brightest smilewhen he turned to face her.

“Wha- Nothing!” Morgan sputtered,quickly sliding the box into his pocket. “I wasn’t hiding anything. Nope, notme!” He threw his hands up in the air to emphasize his point and painted asmile on his face to try and drive his point across, although he was certainthat it looked more painfully guilty than convincing.

Cynthia raised her eyebrows andstared Morgan straight in the eyes. “Oh? What a shame… I saw Owain give Severa anecklace the other day and BOY, was it pretty! I’ve never seen Severa sooooohappy!” She cooed, slowly closing the distance between them. “It was SO sweetof Owain to do that!” She started tracing random patterns on Morgan’s chestwith her finger, only using the feather lightest touch.

Morgan gulped audibly and hecould almost hear Cynthia’s laughter hit his ear before she could even open hermouth. Before he could speak, he felt her free hand trail along the side of hisneck and snuck a peek at her face to only see the biggest of doe eyes staringback at him.

Suddenly, Cynthia dropped herhands to her sides and looked at the ground, kicking a stray pebble aside. “Butoh well, maybe I was just seeing things!”

“Uh- I, alright. “ Morgan sighed,“I was hoping to surprise you with a present, but I guess you saw it before Icould surprise you.”

Immediately, Cynthia jumped upand smothered Morgan in a bear hug. “Hee hee! Thank you!”

“Can’t… breathe…”  

She happily ignored Morgan’sprotest and tightened her grip instead, “What did you get me, hmm?”

“P-Pocket…”

Cythnia pulled back and reachedinto Morgan’s pocket, pulling out a tiny box and gasped as if she found agemstone instead.

Morgan hunched over to try andcatch his breath, but about fainted from glee when he saw an enchanting smilecreep across Cynthia’s face. “Do you like it?”

“I love it!” She squeaked,sliding the ring on her finger. “It’s so pretty!” She brought her hand closerto her face and admired the tiny diamonds that curled around finger.

While she was unaware, Morganquickly tackled her into a hug and smothered her face in fleeting kisses. “I’mglad you like it.”

“Hee hee, of course I love it!”Cynthia giggled, trying to pry herself away from Morgan’s relentless kisses. “Thankyou, Morgan.”

“Anything for you!” Morganexclaimed, pressing his nose against Cynthia’s forehead. “I just want to seeyou happy.”

To try and hide the blushbubbling underneath her cheeks, Cynthia uncharacteristically looked down at theground, feeling oddly bashful and taken away by Morgan’s words. “I guess youreally ARE my own personal hero… thank you.” She mumbled.

Morgan only found himself smilingat her actions and pressed her tiny body tighter against his, losing himself inher warmth and giving in by placing one soft, gentle kiss upon his wife’s lips.

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Why haven't you post anything?

Hello! I haven’t posted because 1) I’m a horrible human being 2) I have a part-time job 3) I’ve hit horrible writer’s block and 4) I’m a horrible human being. However, I’ve gotten some writing motivation back and am totally ready to start writing more for you guys! School’s starting soon so it’s probably not the best time to get back into the swing of things, but SCREW IT!

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Mybe some lonlissa if you feel like it? I would love to read more of your lovely writing, especially if it's one of my favourite pairs! Only if you want to of course.

Anon, I’m always in a Lonlissa mood. (And thank you for your kind words!)

Swinging his legs in the riverbank by his cottage, Lon’qutruly felt like peace had flourished Ylisse. He no longer had to practice hisswordsmanship for the purpose of survival, or look around every corner as hewalked. He could finally sit back and cherish everything he fought for, thesweet feeling of tranquility washing over his body and clearing him of all hisanxieties and fears.

With the soft burbling of the water dancing in his ears andthe sight of the forest trees shedding their leaves in the wind, Lon’qu laidback and let the sunlight bask over his face.

His moment of rest however, was broken minutes later when heheard his wife’s gentle laughter and the soft touch of her hair tickle his faceas she leaned over him.

“Heya, sleepyhead!” Lissa giggled, tapping Lon’qu’s nose whilea radiant red blush painted his face.

“Hello, Lissa.” Lon’qu hummed, eyes opening to relish at the sightof his wife smiling so wide that the corners of her eyes crinkled and her nose scrunchedup, revealing the tiny dimples she’s hidden on the sides of her mouth.

“Can I join you?” Although before Lon’qu could even answer,Lissa was already kicking off her boots and rolling up her tights.

“Hmph, I don’t think I could stop you even if I tried.” Lon’quteased, wrapping his arm around his wife as she dipped her toes in the waterand lied down beside him, resting her head against his chest.  

“Hee hee, this is nice, we should do this more often.” Lissa mumbled.Lon’qu only grunted in agreement before he shut his eyes again, surrendering tothe sweet warmth of his wife beside him.

“Hey, Lon’qu?” was the first thing he heard once he woke up.

“Yeah?” He slurred, still laced under the effects of sleep.

“Do you think that we should make Owain now?” Lissa chirped,her voice shrill with excitement and eagerness.

That woke Lon’qu up instantaneously, eyes shot wide open whilehis heart pumped as if it wanted to explode. “Uh- I- um- er- ah…”

“What? It’s not like we haven’t done it bef-“ Hands quicklyshot to cover Lissa’s mouth before she could finish.

“I know! It’s just… don’t speak so loudly…” After his words hither ears, Lissa immediately bit Lon’qu’s hand to free her mouth and pushedherself up so she could stare him in the eyes.

“Is that a yes then?”

Lon’qu sighed and brushed the stray hairs covering her face, “Yes.But you bit me in the hand.”

“I’m soooooorry.” Lissa crooned, “Let me make it up to you inbe-” Another pair of hands flew up to her mouth and Lon’qu could feel his entirebody tremble (from fear or excitement, he didn’t know).

“Quiet, woman!” He yelled, yet he couldn’t hide his brightsmile and joyous laughter.