#z write

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WIP Wednesday! (random oneshot)

I don’t have any more Dreadrealm to talk about, but you can peek below the readmore for some spicy M/M/F Chrobin 🔥

Robin kept him pinned against the floor with their bed to his back, peppering his face with adoring kisses in a bid to distract from the achingly insufficient stimulation to his cock embedded inside her. Not that he wanted too much more on that front right now; Robin was best enjoyed fully aroused and pleading, and Chrom was happy to savor the familiar comfort of her skin against his palms, the skin lined with the subtle bumps and dips of battle scars and stretch marks he so often wished to kiss.

Robin was also kneeling to his right, still in the process of undressing due to occupying his hands with caressing the back of Chrom’s head and his Thunder-scarred chest. Light scratches to his scalp and a callused palm gracing his nipple had Chrom practically melting in his hands. This Robin, too, had a body adorned with signs of their shared turbulent past — and, Chrom noted, a delightful and healthy pudge starting to build over his belly.

Any form of Robin was beautiful enough to make his heart ache. And curse not having enough hands to touch them.

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WIP Wednesday, wooo

A taste of the enemies of the Dreadrealm!

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“Wolves…” Virgil muttered. “And at least three… no, four of them.”

Chrom scanned ahead, finding what Virgil must have been referring to: four strange individuals donning ragged and tattered wolf masks, with huge manes running down the backs of their heads, and gleaming magenta streaks forming two pairs of fell eyes underneath the true eyes of their masks. Two wolves were infantry, the other two mounted on horse and pegasus. Eventually, he was just able to make out the rest of their clothes — nothing but plain, pitch-black garments that could have concealed their presence well if not for their conspicuous headgear.

He drew Falchion and lunged towards one of the infantry closest to him. “Name yourself!”

“Exalt!” Virgil shouted.

The strange swordsman remained deathly silent as they turned their gaze towards Chrom, the muzzle hiding any expression they could have been making on their lips. Slowly, lifting a loose flap of fabric hanging over their scabbard, they drew their blade: a foul, curved, horn-like thing unlike any sword Chrom had ever seen before.

Robin behind him gasped. “Chrom! That sword looks especially dangerous!”

“Arcane Devourer,” Virgil said.

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WIP Wednesday time~

Been struggling to get anything written down, but I made some decent progress on my Fell Awakening fic, which I’m tentatively calling “The Dreadrealm.” Here’s a couple passages :D

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It was Robin who finally broke the silence. “Um… Hello.” She stepped slightly in front of Chrom as if to shield him from the pair, and perhaps even vice versa.

“Virgil…” Even towards her companion, this Sabine remained soft-spoken, though the man’s name took Chrom aback. “These people are from an Outrealm. They’re here to help us.”

“What, from the enemies who are sure to investigate the commotion they caused?” Virgil threw his gesturing arms so hard that he almost dropped the tome he was holding; Chrom could just make out the characteristic Grimleal eye pattern adorning its cover. He grit his teeth. Validar or no, Virgil’s affiliation was clear, and far outside the Shepherds’ best interests. And if Sabine was loyal to him, then naturally his distrust should extend to her as well.

…And yet Chrom found himself taking in both Sabine and Robin in glances, hung up on the similarities of their appearances, the way they carried themselves, even the timbres of their voices.

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“I apologize for him,” Sabine said. “He is not normally this distressed, but…”

“Sabine, listen to me.” Virgil’s nails caressed her cheek as they coaxed her gaze away from the Shepherds. “We know nothing of these foreigners’ intentions; they may be nothing more than another pack of wolves sniffing out your blood. And even if they were to prove their loyalty to us? To be perfectly blunt…” He spared one last piercing side-eye towards Chrom. “I would sooner cut off my own fingers one by one than work with a man bearing the Dread Exalt’s birthmark and a woman who dresses like our dead son.”

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WIP Wednesday on Friday

Hi, it’s been a while. I was in a low and tired mood the past few weeks but I recently had a good sleep, a good workout, and a good birthday that gave me a boost of creative energy 😊 Here’s what I hammered out within the last 24 hours:

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“…You want to awaken the Fell Dragon,” Robin stated plainly.

“We can’t.” Virgil’s swift reply managed to quell Chrom’s blood before it could start boiling. “The power to fully awaken Lord Grima is an extraordinarily rare gift. But the one person who was born with it this time around is no longer with us. Not that he was compelled to use it during life, either… The most I can do is use the Gemstones to borrow his power, and hope it will be enough to euthanize the Divine Dragon.”

“Wh—”

“Euthanize?!” cried Lissa. “You want us to help you kill Naga?!”

“It can’t be helped,” Sabine said, stepping in front of Virgil. “When a dragon’s mind has decayed to the degree that Naga’s has… that’s it. There is no restoring her. I know this may be difficult to believe seeing as we have a vested interest in Lord Grima’s favor… but we all saw the same thing today. Naga is a threat to this world, including her own blood…” She clutched the collar of her dress. “And she herself is clearly suffering, too. It is a sad state of affairs for everyone.”

Including her own blood. Chrom swallowed. Hesitant as he was to accept what a pair of Grimleal had to say, there was no denying the piercing, hateful glare in Naga’s eyes when she caught sight of him specifically. No denying the unbridled rage in her screech that lingered still on his eardrums.

BRANDED… TRAITOR!!

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WIP Wednesday or Saturday or Whatever Good Day It Is

I made a new year’s resolution to finally just fucking WRITE a fic that’s been swimming in my head since like August 2024, it’s crazy how long I’ve been simmering on it. And yet, despite all that time, I’m STILL struggling with what exactly I want the plot to be or what the characters’ motivations are 😔 so please be nice it’s kind of intimidating throwing something so incomplete out there

Anyway, here’s a handful of characters from my Fire Emblem Awakening: Fell Xenologue AU (title extremely pending) that I’ve been thinking about a lot and falling in love with. Details subject to potentially major change.

Sabine: Alternate Robin’s mother. A tactician with a natural talent for creating powerful and obedient Risen. This makes her an attractive asset to several warring factions, none of which she wishes to join. She tends to let other people do most of the talking. Has the same hair color as whatever the player chose for Robin.

Virgil: Alternate Validar. Formerly the most powerful sorcerer in the Grimleal, who defected with Sabine to protect her from being enslaved for her Risen-summoning talents. The only one who can wield Grima’s Truth. Perpetually dour and uncomfortable around Chrom.

Alternate Robin: True name left deliberately ambiguous. They died some time before the events of the xenologue. Unfinished business leaves them bound to their world and able to speak to Robin through their dreams. Just wants the Shepherds to keep their family safe, whatever it takes. They have the opposite gender and homologous features as the playable Robin.

Omega Wolves: Yeah, yeah, get your giggles out, it was the best name I could think of and I’m not changing it. A strange group of individuals hiding behind wolf masks. Their leader, wearing black garments and staying stone silent like a stagehand, wields a strange blade resembling one of the Fell Dragon’s horns. It seems they want the Gemstones as well.

Alternate Chrom: The last Exalt of what was once Ylisse. Often called the “Dread Exalt” for his iron-fisted grip on Ylisstol driven by a deep paranoia of the outside world as a result of what happened during Plegia’s invasion of the castle years ago. The only one who can wield this world’s Falchion. Also owns the Emblem, but it’s unclear if he has any Gemstones. No one has seen him in person for many years.

I also have alternate versions of Aversa (just… pretend she doesn’t have a paralogue), Excellus, and Cervantes in the works, and I’m still trying to hammer out some history that would lead up to current events, and I’m trying to tell myself it doesn’t need to be perfect and mind-blowing to be worth writing lol (it’s fire emblem we’re accepting of medocrity here)

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WIP Wednesday!

Reading Chrobin fic got me inspired to finally write another oneshot. :)

CW: slightly mature, end product will be explicit PWP.

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It had been over a week since arriving back in Ylisstol, yet the pair were still riding the combined highs of finally taking down the Mad King and of Chrom slipping the family crest onto Robin’s ring finger. Not once since receiving it could Robin stop gracing her thumb over the silver band, not even now as she glided through the grand halls of the castle (her forever home, she was still in the process of accepting) with her fiancé trailing her as her shadow, his fingertips lightly gripping her upper arm as if he may get lost or left behind otherwise. Periodically, he grazed a faint kiss on the nape of her neck, which Robin couldn’t decide if she loved or hated as it was only furthering her current uncouth fantasies of being thoroughly defiled from behind, yet also proving rather ticklish.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

For day 5 of Chrobin Week: Beginnings & Endings :) This one is much sillier than most entries for this day lol

Also I know it doesn’t look like a Chrobin fic at the start but it definitely is at the end

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Belated entry for day 1 of Chrobin Week <3

They just recruited Lucina and are getting her settled by the fire, and then Chrom starts Reminiscing and being a lovesick sap because Chrobin lol