#feh grima x reader

[lexsssu]

Same (Grima!Robin)

TAGS: Grima(M)!Robin/Dragoness!reader, enemies to lovers, heats/ruts, dirty talk, smut, oneshot Ao3 ver.

“Am I really so interesting you must pester me?”

That was the first sentence Grima had ever directed at you, which you replied to by narrowing your eyes at him as shining gold clashed with blazing red. You’d think that seeing as you both were Fell Dragons there would be a certain kinship between you despite coming from completely different worlds.

Sadly, you didn’t expect how surly and simply aggravating he was to be with when you only wanted to form a friendship with him. 

With a huff, your great wings appeared from your back and flew you away from the irritable god, intending to play with the dragon children instead or even enjoy a cup of tea with Corrin & Kamui.

Grima’s crimson eyes glowed in the dark as he stared at your receding back, a faint tugging sensation in his chest making itself known the moment you were a fair distance away from him.

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“You are a curious one...You willingly come to chat with me? The fell dragon? Alone?”

“Listen here, mister. In case you haven’t noticed or gotten the memo yet...I’M A FELL DRAGON TOO!”

In your anger, you stepped right up to Grima until your face was but centimeters away from his, albeit you were a bit on the shorter side but your confidence and projection made you all the more taller.

The surly sorcerer surprisingly didn’t feel that your words or tone was disrespectful, nor did he feel irritated at how closely you stood before him as if you were equals. Rather, he felt quite...intrigued.

He normally had no qualms about sending anyone who irritated him a severe beatdown or even death if he was feeling merciful, but you? The silver-haired male couldn’t help but find your actions quite...endearing if he was being honest with himself. 

You bare your claws and fangs at him as if to intimidate him, but your actions proved otherwise. The fact that you always rebuked him for his “ mistakes ” only to still look back aggrievedly as if waiting for him to coax you always left him feeling VERY bemused.

Why, you were like fledgeling clumsily trying to attract a mate by acting coquettish without even knowing what your actions were suggesting!

“Be careful with your words and actions, girl. Lest someone take them as an invitation for something more.”

And he left just like that, leaving you utterly bewildered by his cryptic riddles.

“What is this man raving about again…”

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“Will you be my mate and bear my young or must you continue this game of chase with me? Bear in mind the fact that regardless of your answer...I will have you whimpering beneath me and crying for my seed in your womb,” the male dragon growled in your ear, a delighted shiver travelling down your spine as fluids shamefully collected at your untouched lower lips.

The both of you were away from Askr’s castle, in a secluded cave ways away from any hero, enemy, or even civilian who might stumble into it by chance. Piles of fur meticulously cleaned laid on the cold, hard ground and providing comfort and warmth from the abrasive floor. 

Yet, their warmth was nothing compared to the large, strong, and practically burning hot body that caged your own against the mass of furs. However, the hottest part was the groin that unashamedly rubbed and ground itself against your soft buttocks. Even within the confines of his trousers, Grima’s cock stood tall and proud as it tented against the fabric, caressing your cunt and further ruining the once pristine pair of panties you wore. The fabric had already turned transparent with how much juices leaked out of your lewd pussy, a fact that the damned god took great pleasure in.

“Look at how much slick you drip just from this alone and tell me...does it not please you to mate with the only male of our kind? I see how you care for the whelps within the Order and thought...would it not be better to have hatchlings of our own for you to mother?”

As you ponder dazedly over his words, he takes the time to lick and nibble at the junction between your neck and shoulder. Biting at the area teasingly as he continued his ministrations, letting you feel the sweltering heat of his hard cock as he humped your pussy from behind, ready to mount you at a moment’s notice but refraining from taking that final step.

“I’ll be good to you, on my honor as a Fell Dragon. I will provide and care for you as a mate should and that extends to all children that will be born from our union. Never shall I stray and forever we shall stay together.”

“...Grima, please…”

The sound of a dragon’s roar echoed through the cave and resounded through the kingdom, alerting both citizens and the Order alike, but no one could find the source.

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It was only until three days later that you and your new husband/mate reappeared before the shocked eyes of the heroes. A proud mark shone on your neck, looking less like a bite mark and more like a tattoo as it shone a bright red whereas Grima’s which shone like gold on his left collarbone above where his heart should be was hidden beneath his cloak.

No one made a comment about your abrupt disappearance and return together. Nor did they attempt to inquire about the slight roundness of your belly, too afraid to earn Grima’s ire which was all too easy to do and usually resulted into a none too pretty sight. 

Judging by the way the Fell Dragon menacingly hovered over you, it was within the best interests of everyone not to ask any questions.

#lexsssu writes #fire emblem heroes #fire emblem #fire emblem awakening #fe awakening #grima x reader #grima x you #grima x y/n #feh grima x reader #crossposted on ao3

[cherry-flavoured-thot]

Hey, sorry for bothering. I was wondering if you can do a fire emblem heroes head canon with a child summoner reader, who has social anxiety (of extra drama you can add past trama but this bit is optional)? Again sorry for bother, I just think the idea is cute because tiny timid summoner.

Child!Summoner:

Alfonse, who feels so much guilt that they've placed the burdens of their world on a child to the point where he overcompensates by constantly reminding Summoner to ask him if they need anything at all. "Alfie I'm tired." Yes he lets them call him that nickname, and yes he immediately gives them a piggyback ride.

Sharena is the same, except she will let tiny Summoner hide behind her in social situations. When talking with certain heroes, Sharena will either be right by their side or nearby to jump in if it looks like they are afraid. Camilla is someone else who will allow Summoner to hide behind her if they'd wish during social situations.

"You've seen war child, and you mean to tell me people is what you fear?" Thorr sees the irony in it all, Askr's greatest weapon a child, whose knees threaten to buckle in gatherings of people. "Steady yourself, I will not allow harm to befall you." But she still tries to ease their worries regardless.

Grima calls Summoner, little worm and little human (affectionately). They aren't as sympathetic to Summoner's anxiety, as other heroes but Grima's presence alone scares off plenty of people. "Why worry yourself little worm? I will turn them all into ash and their foolish opinions with them." Yeah... not very helpful.

But if we want to be angsty, and Summoner has trauma, I just know Grima would be seething. "How typical of humans to turn on their own, not even their own children are safe from foolishness. This is why I will destroy them all."

Little Summoner has so many family members now. Hector likes to carry them around on his shoulders, Seteth and Flayn teach them how to fish. Ephraim teaches them how to use a lance, Felix teaches them how to use a sword but both of them make the mistake of handing the child one made of steel and are surprised when they can't even pick the weapon up off the ground. Seth was around when Ephraim was teaching Summoner, and was sighing the whole time.

Setsuna and Summoner have both been found just chilling in traps together, Setsuna's calm demeanor helps them to not panic. Xander takes them horseback riding and almost has a full blown panic attack because they immediately fell off the horse. Helbindi incites violence on anyone who makes Summoner cry.

#i like this #i always like little quirky summoners #cryptid summoner was my fave #fire emblem heroes #feh #fire emblem #fire emblem x reader #fe #fe x reader #feh x reader #alfonse #sharena #grima #thorr #hector #seteth #ephraim #felix

[2goldensnitches]

please rant about awakening and fates fixits 👁️👁️👂

AHDFGVSA ANON MY PETTY MIND IS SCREAMING FOR ME TO MAKE THIS LONG BUT FOR THE SAKE OF MY FINGERS I’LL HAVE TO CONDENSE IT LMAOOO

They’re the “analysis videos” of the fandom made by people who, barring a few exceptions, have zero originality when it comes to the concept because they just apply the cinemasins approach, aka “this thing may or may not be an actual plot hole or bad part of the games, and it may or may not be detrimental to the narrative, but I’ll treat minor mistakes and nitpicks as major story breaking flaws so you’ll get my 300 chapter treatise on why my New and Improved version addresses every single one of those issues AND expands on the game AND adds Depth™ and adds Twists and Action and it’s totally a huge improvement!!1!!”

They’re basically ship of Theseus-ing the damn games to the point where we have to ask if they’re really writing fix-it/retellings, but more often than not it’s just them trying to pretend they wish they’d played the versions in their minds instead of what we actually got. And what they’re trying to shill to us is actually evidence that they don’t seem to care much for fatesawakening except trying to push their intellect (“intellect”) on readers.

This is particularly glaring when it comes to characters like Robin, Grima, Anankos, Corrin, Takumi, and Marx…Robin in particular. For all the complaints I’ve been forced to endure about Byleth and how much the fandom hates them and calls them cardboard, it sure says something that so many authors project this very specific image onto Robin of a stone-cold tactical Tom Clancy-style badass who’s super awesome and tough and a genius whose intellect surpasses every human limit, and, because of course this mostly happens with mRobin, he also happens to be a harem king who pulls all the bitches and waifus in his orbit. In reality, both Robins are fairly mild-mannered (often playing the straight man (lol) to the rest of the cast) but have their weird moments (especially fRobin but gd forbid fans let women be fun), and are basically nothing like the fantasy projected onto [mRobin].

They’ve also tried to inject very weird and incorrect headcanons into the narrative, treat them like actual canon, and then get mad when others point out they’re not canon—the best example I can remember rn is the claim that actually Naga is lowkey responsible for all the bad stuff that happened in awakening, she’s a bad mother to Tiki, and that Grima is actually a poor sad lonely boy with a hurt, misunderstood soul. Feh sure didn’t help things either lmao and I know the hcs thing happens in every fandom, but this is just something so glaringly obvious in these types of fics that it really just hammers home that they’re less fanfic and more essay that goes on for too damn long

3h fics are also plagued by “fix-its/retellings” (especially for drek like muh golden route even though people absolutely lambast revelations for existing, so what is the truth, fandom?), but thankfully they’re not as proportionally dominant like in fatesawakening due to 1) the sheer volume of 3h fic compared to every other fe title combined and 2) there is also greater focus on the smaller cast members and interpersonal relationships instead of general plot (for better or for worse). Unfortunately for fatesawakening the fact that so many “fix-its/retellings” exist also squeezed out smaller fics unless they were shippy

It would also be remiss of me to omit just how much of these fics’ bloat and bad writing is also due to the fact that the authors just fucking invented things out of thin air and then inserted them into the story (beyond hcs), and like. You can’t call your fic a retelling if you just completely ignore key parts of the games and replace them with something else entirely, and you can’t call that a fix-it unless you set up a reasonable justification for why z has to replace x—remember my comments about the essay and ship of Theseus? Here they are again!! This happened way too much to shit like Corrin and the bottomless canyon scene, how Garon became dragon puppet slime, robin’s backstory, what was up with the grimleal and valla and…yeah

I SWEAR THIS IS THE CONDENSED VERSION LMAO but thanks for asking anon, this gave me memory whiplash to remember looool

#asks #fe #fandom fuckery

[fire-emblem-drabbles]

Teaching Traditions

Pairing: Grima x reader

Prompt: general Christmas cuteness

Description: Though the Order of Heroes tended to celebrate a little differently, you intended to show Grima, your dear fell dragon, just how you celebrated Christmas back home. And that, of course, included showing him some of your favorite traditions.

Rating: sfw

Word Count: 5588

Notes: Commission for the lovely @evostrashbin​! They we’re an absolute treat to write for, and I really liked the ideas they gave me to work with. Grima is always fun to write for but even more so when I can make our boy soft... So I hope you all enjoy this as much as I do!

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In the past, Grima had no need for such frivolous human festivities. But, as you seemed keen to do, you changed that. With you, everything was different. And the more often it happened, the less Grima minded. Who was he to complain when even the simplest of Holiday gestures had you smiling, giggling, and twirling about as if you had no care. It was nice, pretending to be something you’re not. You could cast aside your duties for a short period and perhaps even Grima could forget for a moment he was the fell dragon. When he was with you, it wasn’t so hard.

“I’m so excited.” Your voice alone told him that. You were giddy, a skip in your step as you walked with Grima. “I can’t wait to share this Christmas with you, Grima! Oh, I know you’re going to love it!” You excitedly grabbed his hand, catching him by surprise. The two of you had only been together for a month or so; while Grima was eager for any sort of affection you were willing to give him the sensations were still new and foreign. And he refused to let any other Hero see him flustered simply because of your high spirits and contagious cheer. He had a reputation to uphold, after all-- only you could know how sweet he could be.

“What about it has you so excited?” He tried to remain indifferent but of course, since you were excited, he was excited. It was really his first Christmas, after all, and he got to spend it with you no less. He could think of no better way to spend it.

“Everything!” You exclaimed. “The Heroes dressing up, all the candies and treats and sweets, gifts, and stocking and toys and fun-- oh Grima, there’s so much about the Holidays to adore!” You stopped suddenly, Grima halting with you as you suddenly turned to him. “There are traditions I get to teach you about too, like hanging a stocking over the fire, leaving cookies and milk out for Santa… oh and mistletoe! Plus, when Christmas day finally comes, we can exchange gifts and maybe even make our own traditions…” You smiled lovingly, looking at Grima was mind obviously far away as you thought of the possibilities of the season.

“Why don’t you stay in the present, ______.” Grima suggested, placing a hand on your shoulder to pull you from your thoughts. Though it was a small gesture, it was often Grima was the first to touch you. Noticing this, he quickly retracted his hand, the barest hint of color tinting his cheeks. “Did you… have anything in particular in mind for us now?” Desperate to distract you from his former actions, Grima watched as your eyes went wide and you grinned.

“I did actually, good guess! Now come on, we have to hurry! I told the kids we would be there soon!” You giggled, once more dragging him along to whatever it was you had planned for him.

“Children?” He groaned.

“Don’t be like that! They adore you-- besides, I’m teaching them too. We’re gonna go out and make snow angels!” You cheered as the two of you slowed to a normal walk once you reached outside. As you said, a few children were here; other dragons, he noted. Probably to make him more comfortable. You really were so thoughtful when it came to him… he really didn’t know how to show how thankful he was.

“Yay, you’re here!” Fae giggled and ran up to the two of you, taking your free hand to hurriedly bring you to the rest of the gathered children; both Kana’s, Myrrh, Tiki, and even Nils, though Ninian was with him. They were ice dragons, after all, they must have been at peace in this weather. “Quick, come one come on, teach us Summoner!” Fae lead the two you to the group of children who looked on at you curiously.

“Yeah, Summoner! What did you wanna teach us?” Kana spoke up next, the boy looking up at you curious. Murmurs and words of curiosity came out from others, as well.

“Calm down! The snow isn’t going anywhere, we have plenty of time.” You laughed openly, the joy apparent on your face. It always made Grima feel so warm when you laughed. It wasn’t a bad feeling but a confusing one none the less. He was learning to be bothered by it less and less with you, though. “I see you guys were hard at work making snowmen-- good job! They all look so nice.” You praised.

“We made that one look like mister Grima!” Tiki pointed to what might have been Grima’s dragon form, what with the sticks acting as antlers and the big from on its face.

“Wow! That looks amazing you guys. Don’t you think so Grima?” You turned to him, eyes crinkled happily and a grin on your face. Honestly, he wouldn’t have known it was him if Tiki didn’t say anything. It looked like garbage but he couldn’t just say that not when seeing the little ones happy made you happy.

“It needs some work… but you made a good start.” Tiki and Myrrh, who had likely helped her make it gasped; rarely did Grima address them directly, let alone to say anything that wasn’t rude.

“You really think so?” Myrrh asked, looking at Grima with the same kind of wide, sweet eyes you often did. He hated the warm feeling that played at his heart. She was merely a dragon child-- what did he care what she thought of him. Still, words of encouragement left his mouth before he could help himself.

“Make it look scarier, and you’ll be on the right track.” The two nodded fiercely, seemingly ready to go and fix it now before you spoke again.

“Wait, wait before you guys go off to do that, let me tell you about snow angels!” You cried, catching everyone's attention.

“Snow… angels?” Ninian repeated, to which you nodded enthusiastically.

“They’re very easy to make, and they look pretty when you’re done!” You explained. “All you have to do is lay down in the snow and move your arms and legs back and forth-- the resulting imprint in the snow will look like a person wearing robes! In my world, many people associate that with angels, so that’s how the term came to be.” You explained.

“That sounds like fun!” Already, Kana had laid himself back on the ground, his female counterpart agreeing and doing the same. The other kids moved a bit and followed suit. Of course, you laid down as well-- Ninian and Grima were the only two left standing. While the kids now had fun playing in the snow, you frowned, looking up at Grima.

“Aww come one Grima, lay down with me! Just make one!” You pleaded.

“We’re both already wearing robes, _____.” He said pointedly.

“That doesn’t matter! It’s fun to lay in the snow for a bit! Do it for me?” You sat up and looked at him with the same doe eyes Myrrh just had, only with much more affect than the girl before you. “We can even hold hands while we do it, so our snow angels hold hands! Wouldn’t that be cute Grima?” You enthusiastically reached for him so he would join you on the cold ground. “Besides, after we’re done playing outside with the kids, I have another tradition to share with you. This one far less cold.” You giggled, grinning in delight as Grima sighed and sat on the ground a little ways away from you.

“If it will get you to stop begging me… I suppose I have no choice but to do it.” letting your grab his hand, he laid back and asked, “What now?”

“Now we just have to move our arms and legs back and forth, like this.” For empathies, using your legs and the arm he wasn’t holding, you moved them slowly back and forth, carving a space for them in the snow.

“You look ridiculous.” He huffed.

“You look even sillier just sitting there and not doing it with me.” You chimed back. With another dramatic sigh, Grima joined you in making a snow angel, moving his arm in time with yours so they could be holding hands, just as the two of you were now. “Oh these are gonna look so cute!” Your giggle was enough to bring a small smile to Grima’s face. “Now all we have to do is get up without ruining them! Easy, right?” You sat up, taking your hand from Grima. “All we have to do is get up carefully and step to the side…” You did just that, stepping out carefully and looking down proudly at your snow angel. If Grima didn’t know better, he would think you were overlooking your army after a victory on the battlefield; it was the same look you wore then. But at least for now, these were peaceful times-- ones in which he intended to indulge in the fullest with you.

“Here,” You had stepped around to his open side while he was lost in his thoughts. “I’ll help you up and after we go tell all the kids how all their snow angels look, we can go inside and get warm! How does that sound?” You held your open hand to him; the act was simply meant to be helpful, that’s just who you were, but Grima couldn’t help but overthink it. How easy it would have been for him to bring you down to his level, to make you fall in the snow and laugh as you had suddenly become as low as him. But… you had always resisted that, always offered him your hand, even when pulling him up was far more effort than him standing on his own. Perhaps, it was just one of the many reasons he fell for you… “Grima?” Your sweet voice saying his name brought his attention to you once more, a mischievous smile playing at your lips. “Don’t tell me—you actually like playing your snow!” Even your ability to find the silliest, sweetest, kindest explanation for his actions never failed to make his heart swell in unfamiliar, intoxicating ways.

“It’s nothing like that.” Grima took your hand easily, hoisting himself up with ease thanks to your help. “I was… just thinking is all.”

“Thinking, huh?” You didn’t pry much. Grima tended to do a lot of thinking these days. “Well, I think we should hurry up! I’m kinda getting cold, and this text tradition will surely warm us up!” Once Grima had safely stepped out of his snow angel, you were once more dragging him off to go compliment the little dragonkin. Still, he couldn’t but help and turn his head to admire the snow angels the two of you had made together. They were holding hands like you had insisted they should. The thought that many heroes would pass by them, and see them holding hands—as if it were the two of you holding hands-- brought that warm, fuzzy feeling right back to his chest. Though, from what Grima had gathered thus far, this time of year seemed to be all about it…

Soon enough, the two of you had made it back inside to warm up. Your clothing was already hung by the fire to dry and you had insisted he sit down and enjoy some hot chocolate with you to further warm up.

“Come on Grima, don’t you like sweets?” You said, gently bringing the steaming liquid to his lips. He backed away a little, pressing at the mug until you sighed and brought it to your own lips. In reality, he had never really tried them. No one had bothered to give him any in times past and at this point, he had made it a part of himself to just… hate sweets. They represented all the things he used to hate. Now, he supposed there was no point in it but he never was one to give in easy. Still, with you… it was hard to lie and pointless at that.

“I’ve… not had one. I think.” He looked to be in thought for a moment. If he had, it had been a long time, enough so he couldn’t bother to remember.

“Really!” You gasped. “Well, now is the perfect time! Just try a sip, please? If you don’t like it, I won’t make you drink it I promise!” Whether it was purposeful or not, you had your bottom lip sticking out in a pout. Grima hated how the look made him weak; didn’t you know how adorable you were? What if other heroes saw? That look had to be reserved solely for him. Only you could make him this weak…

“Are you going to be like this all day?” He sighed and rolled his eyes a little but nonetheless took the mug from your grasp. He liked how it was warm in his grasp, making his cold hands feel far more comfortable. He could feel your eyes on him as he gently brought the mug to his lips; your eyes were shining, your hands clasped together as you watched him slowly dip the cup back for a drink of the hot chocolate. As the title suggested, it was very warm; it pleasantly spread over his body as he swallowed and warmed his core. And the taste… was far unlike anything he ever had. If this was what sweetness was… he wouldn’t mind having it more often. To your great delight, Grima took another, much larger drink of the mug, nearly emptying it in the process.

“Wow! Did you like it that much?” You giggled, laughing at the little ring of chocolate on his top lip.

“It was… more pleasant than I expected.” Before Grima could wipe the offending stain off his lips, you brought a hanky up to them first.

“Here, let me.” Your voice was soft as you carefully wiped the chocolate from his lips. The act felt strangely intimate but Grima couldn’t fathom why. He let the thought linger a moment as he looked to you with wide eyes before you spoke again. “You can finish it if you’d like! Just be more careful when you do so, if you keep being so enthusiastic about it you’ll get hot chocolate all over yourself!” You giggled at the thought. “I’m going to go ahead and get the things we need for our next Christmas tradition so you just hang tight!” Before Grima could even ask what it was you planned to do, you were gone; luckily, not far, for Grima could see you easily in the kitchen as you busied yourself getting different things. Eggs, butter, flour, sugar… Grima had never cooked before so he frankly had no clue what you planned to make with him. He wasn’t worried, though, because the way you hummed and giggled and twirled around the kitchen as you readied things assured him the two of you would have fun. By the time you had come to retrieve Grima, he had well finished the hot chocolate. Warmed to his core by the drink, and by you, Grima was well ready to do whatever it was you had planned next.

“I’m still in shock you haven’t had sweet things before…” You shook your head. “But we’ll remedy that, don’t you worry! Because we’re going to make cookies together!” You cheered, bringing him to the pile of utensils, ingredients, and an open book as well. “It’ll be easy, as long as we follow the recipe.”

“Cookies…” Grima had heard the word before, even seen the food in question; heroes all around the order, children and adults alike, had been enjoying them a lot lately. “Are they hard to make?”

“Not at all!” You shook your head. “It's as simple as mixing all the dry things together, mixing all the wet things together, and then adding them together!” You explained. “Of course, the recipe will explain it more in-depth than that but that’s the idea behind it.”

“And… why is it tradition to make cookies?” Grima frowned. “Do you not eat cookies year-round?”

“Of course!” You said quickly. “This is a tradition strictly from my world. For Christmas, we teach our children about a mythical man we call Santa Clause; in reality, the figure was named after a saint named St. Nick.”

“What does this… Santa Clause have to do with anything?” Grima was simply confused now. “I thought we were making cookies.”

“We are! We’re making some to leave for Santa so that when he comes on Christmas eve to leave our presents, we can give him something in return.” You explained. “Like… you know how Chrom has that big sack of gifts he carries this time of year? And how Robin is asking about which heroes have been naughty, and which have been nice?”

“...I recall.” Though Grima loathed hearing their names, especially in those strange holiday costumes, he would bear your explanation.

“Well, they’re kinda dressed up like Santa, and doing his job! We have all sorts of songs about it, hehe…” You hummed the familiar tune of Santa Clause is Coming to Town a moment, before speaking again. “His job is to figure out which children have been nice and deliver them presents. For the children who have been naughty, he’ll only give them coal. So, the least we can do is leave him out milk and cookies, don’t you think?” You explained to him. “In my world, where magic isn’t commonplace, or perhaps even real, it really brings something special and magical to the Christmas season for children…” You sigh softly, eyes a little far away as you remissness about your childhood.

“Didn’t you say Santa was a mythical man?” Grima frowned, eyes furrowed. “Why leave out food for a fake man? Wouldn’t the untouched cookies let the children know he isn’t real?”

“That’s where their parents step in! In the night, when the children sleep, while they put out the gifts for them, they drink the milk and eat the cookies. When the kids wake up and see the food is gone they get so excited, knowing Santa visited in the night while they slept!”

“...We’re not really going to do that, are we?” Grima asked. “Most of the heroes already know its other heroes giving them gifts,” Grima explained as if he could really escape you when you had your mindset on something.

“Actually! When I told Fae about Santa, she went and told a lot of other heroes, adults included, about him. So, this year, you and I are going to play Santa for the order!” The happiness in your eyes was enough for Grima to think twice about arguing with you. It was obvious how happy the idea made you. “Don’t you think it will be fun, waking up Christmas morning, and seeing the delight on everyone’s faces as they open their gifts from Santa? Even the skeptic heroes will be amazed as Santa got them the very thing they had asked for!” You giggled, rubbing your hands together. Grima realized, then, you were using your power as Summoner-- that is, the power where heroes felt comfortable confiding in you and actively talking with you-- to make them believe in Santa by giving them what they want for Christmas. He had to admit, it was devious means to go about a relatively harmless plan.

“I see…” He nodded slowly, looking over the ingredients once more. “Then why are we the ones making the cookies, if we’re going to be the ones playing Santa as well?”

“To cover our trail, duh!” You said as if it were the most obvious thing. “No one will expect you and I placed the presents if we do all the stuff to prepare for Santa’s arrival!” You were so serious about it, looking around quickly to see if any heroes were nearby before moving to whisper in Grima’s ear. “And keep your voice down, will you? If someone figures out my plan I’ll be upset with you!” You said it with puffed out cheeks and that same little pout you had on earlier, Grima couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Of course, of course…” He nodded, to prove to you he was serious. “Why don’t we get started on the cookies, then? It sounds like your little plan might fail without them.”

“Right!” You quickly turned back the cookbook, already turned to a recipe for…. Chocolate chip cookies. You said it wouldn’t be that hard but Grima hardly had the luxury for cooking, let alone baking… “Alright, first step! We’re making a lot of cookies today since there are a lot of heroes! So, we’re going to triple the recipe!” You looked down. “So… instead of 2 cups of flour… we’ll need 6!” You went about doing that, grabbing a measuring cup and dumping the flour into a medium-sized bowl, the larger one set to the side. “Then we add in some baking soda, and salt, mixing it with a fork until well distributed.”

“Why are we adding so much salt to a sweet recipe? Won’t that make it taste foul?” Grima grabbed your wrist before you could add in the appointed amount. You seemed so excited by this, too-- he didn’t want you to mess it up so quickly.

“Aww, you know I appreciate your concern Grima, but it’s okay!” You kissed the top of his hand, causing him to panic and let go of your hand. You were then able to add it to the flour and baking soda without a problem. “The salt actually helps the cookie taste sweeter than it would have without it, I swear. And if you don’t believe me, well, I’m sure there are plenty of other heroes who would be glad to help me eat these cookies…” You mused. “Don’t you trust me?” You added.

“Of course I trust you!” The words came quick and a little too loud from Grima, making your heart flutter at how serious he was. “I’m just… unsure if I trust this recipe.” He mumbled, looking to the book with disdain.

“Well, trust me, it's okay. Why don’t you mix the dry ingredients why I cream the sugars and butter?” You handed him a fork and he went to work, mixing the white powders together until he could no longer tell flour from salt. When he was done, you were already adding eggs and vanilla to your mixture, making sure there were no streaks to speak of.

“And then we add the dry to the wet, right?” He asked.

“Right! Good job Grima!” Your praise made his heart flutter, though he would never admit it. “Do it a little bit at a time, otherwise we’ll get flour everywhere and it will be very hard to mix.” Gently, Grima streamed in a bit of the flour mixture at a time while you continued to mix it all together with a wooden spoon. You picked up the pace until Grima had dumped all of the flour in. He was amazed to find what was once a gross, wet mess was now a cohesive, and tasty looking dough. “Now for the best part! We add in the chocolate!” You pulled over a container of chocolate that had already been cut and dumped it into the large bowl of dough. “Now we just carefully fold it in…” You mumbled, doing just that. With a few stokes, the chocolate was incorporated into the dough. “And just like that, the hardest part is over.”

“This… doesn’t look like a cookie.” And frankly, Grima wasn’t sure how it would become one.

“Well, yeah, we have to bake them! We have plenty of stoves here, but even though they bake quickly we have so much dough it may take us a while…” You quickly wiped your nose and Grima noticed a bit of dough stuck to it.

“Your nose…” Drawing your attention with his words, Grima quietly wiped the mess from your nose, thinking nothing of eating the raw dough. “Hmm… you were right. I can’t even taste the salt.” Grima smiled softly at your wide eyes. He was just with the idea that the action he just did was intimate, in the same way, that you wiping the hot chocolate off his lips was, but he couldn’t find it in him to mind.

“Yeah, I told you.” You smiled right back at him. “Come on, I’ll let you lick the spoon if you help me portion out the cookie dough.” Now with new motivation, Grima nodded, getting to work helping you portion 12 different balls of dough onto greased sheets. As you had said, this would take a while; though the cookies hardly took 10 minutes to cook, it had taken the majority of the afternoon to bake them all. Grima could happily say though, they were worth the effort. Who knew sweets could be so enticing? Still, evening was rolling around it with it, the setting sun. Surely by now the two of you had gone through all of your traditions and could simply relax with one another until the time came for you to rest?

“Okay, so I know you’re tired. I am too…” You yawned out the words, covering your mouth and crinkling your eyes just a little. “But I have one more itty bitty little tradition to share with you, Grima. It’ll be easy. I just have to find it…” You hummed, swiveling your head quickly from side to side quickly while looking up at the ceiling. Grima had no clue what you could be looking for up there-- the only thing there currently was the endless amount of Christmas and festival decorations.

“What are you hoping to find?” He followed you as you went in a seemingly random direction, eyes trained on the ceiling above you and not forward. Grima was as careful to guide you away from any hazards as you scanned the area.

“I swear Sharena and I had hung some around here…” You continued marching forward, not looking where you were going in the least bit.

“_____.” Grima speaking your name had you pause in your search and glace back at him. “Calm down-- just tell me what you’re looking for. I’d like to help you.” Though once the words may have burn his tongue, now they flowed easily with his smile. His sharp teeth may have peaked by his lips, but he truly meant the words he spoke. You knew this to be true; there was no other heroes, no other person that you trusted more than him. The fact that he had asked to helped to ask you his volition only proved just how far he had come, and with you, how much further he was willing to go.

“Well…” You hadn’t wanted to spoil this moment, though you did appreciate the sentiment. “We’re looking for… a little twig with some leaves-- it’ll probably have a few red berries on it to. It’s a plat called mistletoe, and it will probably be hanging from the ceiling.” You explained.

“Why would it--” You cut Grima off.

“Nope! No questions until we find it, it’ll ruin the surprise!” With that said, you went back to your search, wandering ahead of Grima as he looked back to the corridor you had just passed. There certainly wasn’t any there-- though looking ahead, he could tell your search would be rather fruitless there as well. It was likely there wasn’t any of your so-called mistletoe around her. In fact, the two of you were rather close to where his quarters were. Yours were actually rather close to here as well. All the sudden Grima couldn’t help but wonder if something was… amiss. Walking past you (you didn’t even notice as he passed by) Grima found his door and frowned. Sure enough, your fabled mistletoe hung innocently in front of his door. Just as he was about to call for you, you bumped right into him. Grima easily caught you as you looked on with wide eyes.

“I found some mistletoe.” Was all he said. You looked up past his face to see the little bundle sitting above the two of you.

“Do you know what it means when two people meet under the mistletoe, Grima?” Your face was growing increasingly warmer, both from how Grima still held you close after catching you from your little tumble, and how awkward it would be having to explain this particular tradition to him…

“You were insistent I hold my questions until we found it. So, no, I don’t.” You couldn’t help but giggle, clutching him a little tighter and leaning ever so slightly closer to him as you did so.

“Hmm… well… would you mind if I showed you first? Then you can ask your questions.”

“You’ve gotten your way all day today, I see no reason to stop now.” You could tell by his little smile that he was teasing you, but you merely stuck your tongue out at him before speaking again.

“Okay, then. Close your eyes.” He did as instructed, making your heartbeat loudly. Just as you trusted him, how much he must have trusted to do as you asked without question. Your pulse had jumped into your throat, your hands were getting clammy-- it was truly now or never. You exhaled softly through your nose and circled your arms around his neck. You made sure you were angled correctly before moving in the short distance between the two of you and… stopping. This was going to be your first kiss with Grima. Had he ever been kissed before? He was new to all aspects of a relationship, why not this? Would he dislike it? Was he even ready to be kissed? Questions danced around in your head as you looked closely at his serene face.

“_____?” The ghost of his words fanned across your lips, reminding you what you were about to do. “Is everything alright?” His eyes stayed closed as you spoke, something you were thankful for as you gathered your courage.

“Yeah, everything is fine. I’m just… nervous is all.” Only now, feeling your own words travel across his lips, did Grima realize just how close you had gotten. He was tempted to open his eyes and get to the bottom of this but knew if he did so, he would never hear the end of it from you. So, he waited for you to speak. To move. To do anything. Grima was in great anticipation of something but he knew not what it was.

“Don’t be. I’m here with you… It’ll be okay.” He had always been poor at comforting you but with your guidance, he was getting better.

“You’re right…” He swore, when you giggled, he could feel your lips brush against his. Why did it bring up such an electric feeling in him? “I’ve no reason to be afraid, not when I’m with you.”

Only a moment after the words were said, your lips were upon his. It was gentle, so gentle, but Grima was nothing but thankful for it. For as much as the feeling lit him up inside, made him want to press himself closer to you and move his lips against yours in the same fashion, Grima really had no clue what to do. It was all instinct, from him snaking his arms more around your waist to the way he mimicked the movement of your lips against his. All too soon he found your lips left his, the both of you looking at the other in amazement and wonder.

“A… kiss?” He said softly. “How is that tradition at all?” He wasn’t one to complain as his breath quietly returned to him.

“When two people meet under the mistletoe, they’re supposed to kiss.” You explained shyly. Suddenly, you found it hard to meet his gaze as your words went on. Quickly, Grima spun to the two of you, so he was in your spot and you in his.

“So… if we meet again, we’d have to kiss again?” This time, Grima didn’t see a reason to question your strange traditions. After all, the merits of this one were clearly displayed before him.

“Well… yeah but all you did was move us around, Grima.” A smile met your lips again seeing how excited he was. His eyes seemed to glow and his little smirk was so charming.

“Those are minor details you need not worry yourself about, dear…” Already Grima was pulling you closer. He was more than ready to learn about this tradition.

“Oh, so suddenly you’re eager to celebrate Christmas with me, Grima?” You couldn’t help your little grin as you leaned back from his advance playfully. “Sadly, that isn’t how the mistletoe works Grima! We have to meet under it by chance again.” You explained.

“Weren’t you the one that said we should make some traditions of our own?” Gently, he pulled you back in to him. “I think this is as good of a place as any to start…” You were left no place to argue as Grima gently placed his lips against yours. For a second time, your eyes fluttered close as you kissed the fell dragon. This Christmas, shared with him, would surely be one you remembered...

#commssion #grima x reader #m grima x reader #grima x summoner #feh #fe awakening #fe x reader #its... 3 am as I'm saving this draft #dwdw I don't have work until late ahahah

[lovelyfeh]

Comin right up my dear! Hope you enjoyed this prompt, angst is still one of my favorite things to write! I used gender neutral pronouns for Grima since you didn’t specify which one! Hope that’s alright!! Hopefully this came out ok or how you wanted it to, if not rewrites are always open!! (I’m so so sorry this is so late but hey!! I’m back everyone :)

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➼Grima had never been the friendliest hero in the Askrian castle (if you could even call them a hero). Cold, rude, and constantly spouting threats at anyone who even looked at them the wrong way. They were the fell dragon after all, so you were never very surprised when Chrom or Lucina came to you with another complaint about them.

➼But for some odd reason they seemed very... attached to you. At first they had been distant, the same with you as everyone else, but it had barely taken them any time at all before they grew quite accustomed to you. (And it’s not as if you were complaining, while Grima wasn’t exactly friendly their overprotective nature was cute!) You often found yourself spending the day with them, making friendly small talk considering they tried to ignore you or called your talk ‘pointless’ most of the time.

➼As for Grima themselves, they weren’t sure why they were like this towards you. You were nothing, a mere worm in their presence. But the more they listened to your useless chatter, the more you practically glued yourself to their side , they found an odd feeling growing in their chest. Something they couldn’t explain, which was on the verge of driving them mad. Maybe someone had hexed them? They’d be sure to find out who.

➼Grima was one of your strongest heroes, always joining you and your main team to dispatch enemies. They were more than happy to kill, and sometimes even seemed even more eager when killing for you. They showed off the many soldiers that they practically shredded to you, and although it was disgusting, you’d smile sweetly and congratulate them.

➼But even evil gods needed breaks, according to Anna. Today was Grima’s off duty day, and you could tell they were a little more than irritated with this. They followed you around and complained about it all day, repeating the same mantra of how ‘you’d never win without them there’ and ‘they were the strongest god in the entire castle’. You could only roll your eyes playfully at their childish whining.

➼You assured them you would be fine,

➼An hour or two passes before the crackle of magic filled the air, and a burning portal opened between the magic stones. The healer tents and backup heroes that had camped nearby all snapped to alert, but no one came through for a good while.

➼And then their replacement stumbled through, someone slumped over on her back. Her clothes were filthy and smeared with blood, but she didn’t seem injured whatsoever, rather the person crudely bandaged up in stained white cloth on her back was. She called out for healers, shifting the lifeless figure into her arms, and Grima managed to get a good look at the wounded person. And then their heart stopped.

➼That was you. You had been practically ripped open, your cloak in tatters and wrapped around your middle in a desperate attempt to stop your open wound. You weakly writhed in pain as healers frantically rushed to your side and placed hands on your injuries to stop the blood, and the cry you made finally spurred Grima into action.

➼They shove others out of the way, hissing and growling at anyone who challenged them. They pushed their replacement away, cradling your head in their hands and not failing to notice the way your eyes stare blankly ahead.

➼“You idiot! You damned fool! Who did this to you? This wouldn’t have happened if I were there! And now...”

➼You were to weak to argue, instead letting out a small whine and grasping their cloak. They stopped themselves from yelling at you any further, instead redirecting their anger to the rest of the heroes finally retreating through the portal and the woman that went instead of them.

➼While you were whisked away, Grima screeched and yelled at Alfonse until he finally spilled the story. You had been unguarded, left in the open while trying to catch up with your personal guard. An axe wielder had easily cornered you, and before any of them knew it, Mareeta had spotted you stumbling towards them desperately with major injuries and soldiers hot on your heels to finish the job.

➼Grima was angry. Beyond furious. They wanted to find those miserable creatures that hurt you and make them pay. They wanted them to feel exactly what you felt. They wanted them to die.

➼But they waited, worry they would never admit to feeling gnawing at Grima’s cold heart. They ripped flowers to shreds from a nearby field to release the fury building for what seemed like ages until a healer shot a flare to alert any worried heroes that you were in stable condition.

➼The morning sun had disappeared, replaced with purple skies and twinkling stars. You had been in healing for so long that Grima wondered they’d even be allowed to see you, but Lissa fearfully allowed them inside when they arrived.

➼Their heart skipped a beat at the sight of you. You were still, eyes closed. You would’ve looked peaceful if it weren’t for the bloody bandages wrapped around you and your unnaturally pale cheeks. Silently, Grima stood by your bedside, glaring at the spots of blood covering the bedsheets. They would find who did this to you. Even if it killed them, they would put that worm through hell.

➼“Grima....?”

➼They returned their gaze to you, surprised to see you awake at all. Your eyes were tired. They felt another spout of anger rise in their chest, but quickly stuffed it down in favor of gently taking your hand.

➼“You are an idiot. You should have let me come with you. I would have never let this happen to you.”

➼You said nothing, closing your eyes again. They felt you squeeze their hand gently, as if in confirmation of their words. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, “it was my fault I was injured. Please don’t blame Mareeta or the Order.”

➼And of course they did. They were inadequate. Useless pests that could do nothing but panic at the sight of you covered in your own blood. But they did not respond to your words, instead placing their forehead against your hand.

➼“It matters not. For now, rest. I will deal with the vermin who did this to you in the morning. I will be protecting you from now on.”

➼The weak smile you gave them was enough to make Grima’s heart flutter. This was uncharacteristic of them, to be as nice and doting as they were right now, but for some odd reason they didn’t mind you seeing this side of them (that truthfully they didn’t even know they had).

➼As you drifted off back to sleep, hand still in theirs, they thought they heard you say something. It was so quiet, barely even a whisper, but Grima managed to catch the end of it. ‘Love you’.

➼And the Fell Dragon would never admit to you that as you slept, they left a small kiss on your forehead in response to yours words.

#fire emblem x reader #fire emblem imagines #feh #grima x reader #mod cordelias book of imagines #hope you enjoyed!!

[idothisforfunx]

Ooh you should write a little something for 6 >:3 I’m getting a whole collar vibe from it (I can’t decide what character so that’s up to you)

Oooh! I dunno about collar, but I do have an idea....

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"How else would they know you belong to me?"

You felt the searing sting of his palm against your flesh, and you cried out in agony. You could see a flash of pearly white fangs from behind those pale lips.

The pain was excruciating, but the pain soon faded into a heat; only made aware by the fact that the rest of your body was freezing.

Your heart pounded in your chest. You had given your life to him- and now you cant go back.

The dominating smirk that graced his face and the way his eyes bore into your soul forced you to stare at him, and as your body crumpled under the pain his hand came to your back to help hold you in place, his other hand freed from your neck.

The air was cool on the newly formed brand upon your collar; 6 eyes, connected and interlocking at the bottom. You had been branded, quite literally.

The next thing you knew, Grima's face was hover infront of yours, his voice a husky whisper.

"Now everybody will know that you cannot get away.

#grima x reader #fire emblem heroes #fire emblem awakening #fe heroes #feh #fire emblem #grima #reader insert #drabble

[pokemagines]

fire emblem villains & soren + a s/o who pushes themselves too hard

anon asked: “Fe villians and soren with a summemer who pushes themselves too hard? :>”

a/n: me, crying over jihyun kim after playing his route for the 3rd time: h --mod touko

meanwhile, i’m crying over saeran’s route after playing it for the first time: OH OKAY! -- mod hikari

mod hikari did grims and berkut and i did micky and soren!!

grima hates the fact they worry over you; first of all, you’re a human, and you’re fragile and weak. anything could kill you. second, you’ve wormed your way into their heart so deeply that if anything happened to you they would lose it.

when they first see you after your sleepless night working on strategies and rationing the army’s feathers, they snap. they’re scolding you, telling you how it’s foolish to worry over the army if you can’t take care of yourself.

the army depends on you, they say. but you can hear the subtle tone in their voice (they depend on you), and you smile. you tease that you’ll only be able to rest well next to a certain fell dragon, and grima will turn stone-faced, and sink down stiffly. 

you’ll nap happily on their lap, eyes closed, breathing even, and grima will cover you with their coat. if anyone approaches you, grima will snarl and tell them something like “go away,” but ruder, depending on who it is.

berkut’s first reaction when he sees the dark circles under your eyes and the way 5 different heroes need your attention at any moment is to pull you away.

without another word, you’re on his horse, wrapped in his arms, and he’s galloping to a quiet corner of the castle. berkut knows all too well what it’s like to push yourself, as he’s done the same multiple times. but it’s only after spending time in askr that he realizes how pointless and dangerous it is to not let yourself get needed rest.

in a secluded garden where he’s certain no one will disturb you, he tells you how stupid it is to overwork yourself, and literally forces you to rest. his tone is still cold and a bit haughty, but it’s gentler than it normally is; this is you he’s talking to, after all. 

the two of you talk for a bit, and maybe you’ll make a flower crown or two he’ll wear grudgingly. it’s a peaceful moment, and no one dares risk berkut’s wrath by disturbing you.

michalis is super tsundere about it. he’ll call you “stupid” and lectures you a lot about needing to be healthy “for the sake of the army” (not because he’s worried, no) and such all the while carrying you to bed to force you to go to sleep. 

of course, he also stays and watches you just to make sure you fall asleep, trying to keep the thoughts out of his head of how cute you look sleeping soundly. 

if anyone comments on how he seems to be following you like a shadow, making sure you rest and don’t hurt yourself, they’re going to meet the sharp side of his axe. 

soren will literally scold you. he’s really afraid of losing the few people he trusts but isn’t good at expressing it so he just… lashes out at you and others you were training with.     + “what were you thinking? do you want to die during training? are you that stupid? you’re going to kill yourself if you keep this up, you--!”

makes sure you’re getting good rest from then on, in his own way. he’ll take some of your responsibilities and when you try to assure him you can take care of it, he’ll shoo you away, assuring he can do it much better.

#anonymous #fire emblem #imagine #imagines #fire emblem imagines #feh #fire emblem heroes #fe:h #fe:heroes #grima #soren #michalis #berkut #x reader #fire emblem: heroes #grima x reader #soren x reader #michalis x reader #berkut x reader

[threbony-art]

I’m not all that used to writing one shots or whatever you want to call them, but I really enjoyed writing this, and I hope you enjoy it too! Also sorry it’s a little late. It’s a male Grima x reader for @alouvr as a Cupid’s Arrow gift! Also, a big thanks to @fire-emblem-drabbles and @imaginesforfe for hosting this!

             The weather was warmer and sunnier that day than it had been the week prior, small clouds speckling the otherwise clear sky. Warm sunny skies meant that the flowers would be opening themselves up after their week-long slumber. It was the perfect time to make flower crowns to decorate the heroes’ heads. Specifically, a certain grumpy dragon’s head. With that idea set in your mind, you made your way down to the castle’s garden, a small excited skip in your step. As you stepped outside, you were met with a gentle breeze caressing your face and the sun shining down on your shoulders; a comfortable, warm day. Taking off your shoes, you left them by the door before walking off the paved path and into the grass, on the hunt for the perfect flowers. It wasn’t long before you saw them; in a pond a few paces away was a cluster of lotus flowers, ranging from a pure white to a hot pink. Taking off your white cloak, you fold it up and place it in the grass before walking over to and kneeling by the water’s edge. The water was refreshingly cool against your skin as you stuck your arms in, not having been in the sun long enough to warm up. After picking a few of the flowers, you took a few steps back and sat down in the grass near your cloak. Picking up the first few flowers, you began to weave them together, making sure there were all spaced out evenly. It wasn’t until you were just about finished with the crown when someone approached you from behind.

             “Worm,” a stern male voice called you. You already knew it was Grima, but still swiveled your head around to face him anyway. “What are you doing? I have been looking for you.” His arms were crossed, and he had a scowl on his face, but that didn’t deter you one bit.

      ��      “Come here, and I’ll show you,” you said smiling at him, patting the ground next to you for him to sit down. He let out a small irked huff before complying, plopping himself down next to you. You quickly finished weaving together the last bit of the flower crown before holding it up for him to see. “Since it was nice out today, I wanted to make a flower crown.”

             He leaned down a little, scrutinizing the lotus crown before shifting his gaze up to you, his eyes mixed with some confusion, but mostly curiosity. “Why?” Only a hint of curiosity leaked into his voice, so little that you would miss it if you weren’t looking for it.

             “Well…” You trailed off, not quite sure how to explain that you had made it specifically for him. “For this,” you placed the flower crown on his head causing him to flinch, but he remained still as you adjusted it. Leaning back, he looked ethereal and delicate in a way unlike you had ever seen before. His face held a look of slight surprise, but his body remained stiff and tense. “It looks great on you,” you said with a smile of pure adoration for the dragon, reaching up to try and ruffle his hair without messing up the crown to try to get him relaxed.

             His hair was softer than you expected, your mouth slightly gaping in awe of its silky-soft texture. You lost yourself in its feel, running your fingers through his hair repeatedly. And then you heard a faint rumbling, too quiet to discern at first, but it continued to grow louder as you ran your fingers through Grima’s hair. It was purring. Grima, the great fell dragon himself, was purring. It was still quite faint; you were sure that if it weren’t just the two of you out here, so close to one another, you wouldn’t have heard it in the first place.

             “Are you… purring?” you asked, still in a bit of disbelief, allowing your hand to stop its ministrations.

             His cheeks were dusted pink but grew even more so when you pointed out his purring. “I am not! To think the fell dragon would purr, you are truly foolish, summoner,” he quickly spat out, but the way his head leaned into your stopped hand in hopes of getting it to move again showed that he very much enjoyed your touch.

             You gently scratched at his scalp, and he practically melted in your hands, his purring coming back full force. “What I’m hearing says otherwise, Grima,” you giggled, watching his ears turn pink. Accidentally, you knocked off the flower crown you had placed on his head, and went to pick it up, but Grima got to it before you did. “Grima, what are you—" you were cut off as he placed the flower crown messily onto your head. Looking up, you saw him facing away from you and towards the pond, ears still tinted red.

             “It looks better on you, (y/n),” he muttered under his breath.

             Your lips unconsciously turned up into a large, sincere smile. Scooching a little closer, you gently laid your head on his shoulder, feeling him tense up at first before quickly relaxing. He was warm and you could feel some stray strands of his hair tickling the top of your forehead. It didn’t take long for him to give in to his own feelings and wrap and arm around your waist, pulling you closer. In that moment, you couldn’t think of anything besides how perfect it was. You almost could have sworn you heard an impossibly small “I love you,” come from the dragon beside you.

#feh #fe heroes #fire emblem #grima #male grima #male grima x reader #grima x reader #fanfiction #grima x summoner #fire emblem fanfiction #reader insert

[villainousfe]

May we have some winter headcannons for f!Grima, Laevatein, and Rinea, please?

FGRIMA

Hates the cold

Why does anyone enjoy being outside when its FREEZING

She'd rather stay indoors with a heater or a fire place

Buttons her coat up all the way... Not that it helps

If you persuade her go come outside with you when theres snow she'll scoff but follow

She enjoys making snow bunnies at least- she does call them her minions and stomps on them when you acknowledge it though

LAEVATEIN

You'd expect her not to feel cold right? WRONG

She tries to pretend like the snow and everything doesn't bother her but gosh she's trembling

Her internal body temp is pretty warm, but her external body temp? Touch her arm and she's like a frozen mozzarella stick you get at a shitty resturaunt

Offer her your jacket and anything warm you have on hand

She wont say anything if you decide to hold her hand- she insists its for exchanging heat only anyways

RINEA

Loves the weather !! Have you seen her attire? She's like a snow princess !

Loves to spend time outdoors in the snow if there is some, and make snowmen as well

She'll make a snowman that looks like you and another with thicc angry eyebrows and name it berkut

She'll also ask if you'd go ice skating with her, since it's the perfect time of year

She's a bit clumsy but everytime she falls she'll laugh happily and pull you down with her

#mod hiro #fe #fire emblem heroes #fire emblem #fe heroes #summoner #feh #reader #gender neutral reader #female reader #male reader #fe x reader #fe awakening #f grima #female grima #grima x reader #grima #fe grima #fire emblem grima #fire emblem rinea #fe rinea #rinea #rinea fe #fire emblem laevatain #laevatain fe #laevatain #winter #hc #winter hc #fe echoes

[cherry-flavoured-thot]

//Let our hearts connect through our lips// 

Fire emblem various, first kiss drabbles

Edelgard’s nerves are tempting her to retreat. Only for her pride to demand she stays and drives forward. She’s fought in battlefields with near impossible odds against her at every move, and yet... she finds you far more daunting. Not you as an individual, you as the influence you have on her. No one makes her heart stir so great, or for her to hesitate so much. She knows now is the moment, now that you’re both alone, close together as the sun starts to set. It’s when you look at her, waiting, that she finally rallies up the courage to lean across and press her lips to yours. 

You should be grateful. Grima can take as they please, knowing a life of great offerings for every whim they could have prior to being summoned to your cause. And yet they are ever patient with you, as it’s clear by how many heroes clamor for shreds of your time that your affection has some merit to it. For a human that it is. But their patience has grown thin, you’re skittish. Letting something as worthless as embarrassment get in the way when they finally seem to get close enough. “Human, come here.” Not this time, they have you to themselves. And when you do come close, you’re being pulled into their lap, a heated kiss only a starting point for the affection they plan on claiming from you. 

It should be easy, all Inigo needs to do is ask if he can kiss you. How hard could it be? He can practically tell you anything, from bad jokes which if they don’t make you laugh you at least smile, to whatever is bothering him at the time and when he does you’re always sympathetic. But as he looks between you, your lips and the vacant space behind you, he realises it is in fact quite difficult to ask you such a thing. He’s considering making a quick escape when you start to pout at him. “You know for someone who talks a big game, I’m disappointed that you haven’t asked to kiss me yet.” He sputters an excuse that he was just about to do that, you don’t seem convinced but he doesn’t let it stop him from finally asking you the question. When you say yes, he wastes no time to make his move, all his nerves from earlier spilling away as he kisses you. 

Alfonse isn’t normally so forward. It seems that whenever you’re involved impulsiveness becomes an apparent trait in him, to the point that at times his own actions surprise himself. It was coincidental running into you so late, however a moment where it’s just you and him is rare, an opportunity he quickly snatches by asking you to walk with him. You’ve both paused, noting how bright the moon is and as he stares at you, he finds that it’s light behind you has formed a halo. He’s in awe as he reaches out and presses a hand to your face, only becoming aware of his actions after he does so. A silence falls over you both, waiting for a reaction or action from the other. He decides, that since he’s already come this far, to close the gap between you, eventually causing his lips to meet against yours. 

#edelgard #edelgard von hresvelg #edelgard x reader #grima #grima fe #grima feh #grima x reader #inigo #inigo fe #inigo x reader #alfonse #alfonse fe #alfonse feh #alfonse x reader #fire emblem #fe #fire emblem heroes #feh #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #fire emblem awakening #fe:a #my writing tag

[emotionaldepravity]

Coming home to MGrima.

You had had a rough day. Nothing you seemed to do was right, and it felt like your world was slowly but surely falling apart. You wanted nothing more than just break down, but you held it in until you could come home. 

When you opened the door, there he was lounging on your couch lazily as he turned his head to see who entered Grima smirked. He could tell you needed some love. He got up and walked to your side to pull you in close to his chest so he could whisper in your ear. 

   “Is my favorite human upset? That won’t do. Go on tell me who needs to die so that you won’t be sad anymore.”

You explained that that wasn’t the problem, but he didn’t seem to listen. You tried to worm your way way out of his vice grip but that too fails.

   “I’m not letting you get away. I can’t have my love be in such a mood. What sort of God would I be if I did not shower you with my affection and favor? Come now let me show you how much I have missed you.”

Carefully, he began to kiss your forehead, cheek, and lips over and over again. It felt right and some of the fatigue of the day seemingly left your body as you returned the kisses. You earned a small chuckle as he felt you leaned into him and wrapped your arms around him. He pulled away after several more kisses. Again you felt the pain of failure. Had you done something to displease him? Everything was going to crash until he spoke.

   “I love you.”

#grima #grima x reader #grima headcanon #mgrima #mgrima headcanon #mgrima x reader #scenario #ficlet #alley deal #drabble #fe13 #feh #fe:h

[otokeneko]

Robin X Reader - ARC

This was not made by me, but rather my friend, ARC. Please support her as much as you can as this is her first FEH fan fiction!

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Note this is the Robin that Grima took over.

   Robin’s fingers glided across the book covers. The familiar feeling sent shivers down his spine. The smell of the ink and papers. The burning candle, Chrom’s nagging, and the sleepless nights of planning strategies. Robin clenched his fists. They were no more. For he, Robin, a tiny voice in the back of the Grima’s mind.

Robin.

Robin.

He didn’t deserve that name. He was just an unknown ghost. Robin snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a door creak open. It was (y/n). "Robin? What are you doing up so late?" Robin couldn’t respond. (y/n) wasn’t talking to him, Robin, but to another one. A happier one. "Are you okay? You look like you’re about to cry." (y/n) stepped closer with a worried face. "If it’s something you need to talk about then you can always tell me. Even if a hug from me is all you need then that’s fine too." Robin almost shed tears. (y/n) was a kind and caring individual. They even managed to gain the trust of even the most wicked heroes. Robin always admired that about them and even felt a sense of warmth whenever they showed it. However, the kindness (y/n) showed now was not towards him. No. No, it wasn’t, and that made his heart break. The person in front of (y/n) wasn’t Robin, but someone else. They would never see him as himself. Only as Grima, or the other Robin. He didn’t like that. "I-I’m fine," Robin stuttered. He pushed (y/n) aside and escaped to his room. (y/n) stood there dumbfounded.

———

   The next morning, (y/n) found Robin chatting with Chrom. There wasn’t a sign of trouble on his face. It was like the Robin yesterday didn’t exist. (y/n) decided to question him. "Robin, are you feeling better?" He looked at her with a puzzled look. "Was there something wrong with me?" Again, (y/n) was dumbfounded. "A-ah… Sorry, it was nothing." Robin raised an eyebrow before heading off with Chrom. "That pitiful worm crying all night…" (y/n) turned to find Grima rubbing his eyes. "Grima! You’re eyes are swollen. Did something happen?" Grima only gave a grunt and continued walking past (y/n). They pouted.

If that Robin wasn’t the one I talked to yesterday, then who—

(y/n) gasped. They remembered Grima’s eyes were swollen. It was him.

———

Robin walked down the quiet halls yet again. However, when he opened the library doors, he wasn’t discovered that he wasn’t alone. (y/n) was reading quietly at the table. Robin was about to leave until (y/n) got up and stopped him. "Robin, wait. Please don’t leave." Robin hesitated before turning his head to look at (y/n). His eyes widened. (y/n) was look at him. Not the other Robin, but him. Tears began to fall out of the small joy that it brought him. (y/n) let him go in shock. "I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry or anything." Robin shook his head. "I’m…happy." (y/n) smiled. “I’m glad then." (y/n) took a hold of Robin’s hand again and guided him towards the table.

Robin was happy that finally (y/n) saw him. He was even happier sitting here with them. They both chatted softly as to not wake the others, but it was mostly (y/n) for Robin was content to just listening to their voice. "Robin? Are you feeling better now?" Robin hesitated. Then he nodded. "You're lying, " (y/n) said. "I can tell." They took Robin's hands in their's. "Robin, if I can help in anyway, please tell m—" Robin embraced (y/n), shedding tears with a silent cry. Robin didn't have to say anymore. (y/n) knew. They could feel the guilt that Robin felt. (y/n) rubbed Robin's back to soothe him until he calmed down. Robin stayed the night. (y/n) let him.

———

   (y/n) was planning a strategic meeting with the heroes. Including Grima. "Hm, where do you think we should plan our next move, Grima?" Grima was confused. (y/n) rarely asked for his opinion if ever. He wasn't the only one. The other heroes whispered among themselves and questioned (y/n)'s actions, but (y/n) kept on looking at Grima, waiting for an answer. Grima didn't know what to say, but a certain voice did. "…Over here," Grima pointed. (y/n) smiled. "Excellent move." This happened a few more times before Grima began to realize that (y/n) wasn't talking to him, but to Robin, the voice inside his head. Grima was irrupted by that nonetheless, but if it could keep the voice quiet than it wasn't so bad.

———

   Robin sped to the library. He kept his steps silent though as it was night. When he opened the door, (y/n) wasn't there, and negative thoughts began to form in his mind. "Boo!" Robin jumped out of surprise. He sighed in relief when he saw it was just (y/n). "T-that frightened me, (y/n)," Robin stammered. (y/n) chuckled. "I'm sorry. How about a nice read together to make it up?" Robin nodded in agreement. Robin sat next to (y/n) as she read the passages aloud. However, Robin was yet again preoccupied by something else. His heart was beating fast, and there was an odd uncomfortable feeling in his chest. The warmth from (y/n) also made him want to scoot closer, but he was too shy and afraid. These thoughts also made him realize something else.

“Robin? Are you listening?”

“A-ah… I apologize. I was just thinking about something.” (y/n) tilted her head in curiosity. “(y/n), why are you here?"

"What do you mean? I was summoned here of course."

"No. Why are up at night with me? It makes me feel guilty. I’m not worth your time."

"Robin. It’s because its you that I’m here." Robin was confused at what they meant. (y/n) chuckled before explaining further. "Robin, I don’t want to be anywhere but with you. You’ve been lonely haven’t you? And it’s all my fault. I didn’t notice it until yesterday. I’m the leader for goodness sake. I’m supposed to know these things. I’m sorry, Robin, for being such a bad leader."

"No, (y/n), you shouldn't doubt yourself too much. You're a great leader…"

"Then you shouldn't doubt yourself too much either, Robin."

"I'm sorry." (y/n) stared at him for a minute before leaning in closer. "Robin, close your eyes for me please." Robin complied. Not a moment later, Robin felt a slight pressure on his lips. He also felt warmth, and…love. Robin didn't hesitate to reciprocate.

———

   The enemy came at the Order of Heroes by surprise. The heroes barely managed to hold their ground before (y/n) took command, but even that was proving to be futile.

   (y/n) commanded heroes left and right, but the enemies' numbers didn't even seem to decrease at all. It was starting to take a toll on (y/n). Their vision blurred, and their legs felt like lead. (y/n) tried to shake it off. They had to focus. "(y/n)! Watch out!"

(y/n) turned to expect an enemy, but—

"Robin!" He had jumped in front of a red unit to protect (y/n). Robin's body laid limp against theirs. "R-Robin… Why? Why?"

"Because…I would feel guilty if I let you die," he coughed out.

"I would too! I would too, Robin…" (y/n) began to search for something to heal Robin, but a sharp pain in the back stopped them. Their vision stated to fade.

———

Thump!

Their face was greeted by the hard cold floor. It was not a good way to wake up. Not at all. (y/n) dusted their clothes before taking a look in the mirror. There were dark bags under their eyes.

I've been playing too many video games…

(y/n) decided an early morning walk would do some good, and maybe even refresh their mind. (y/n) cleaned up before heading outside. It was a cool morning. Not too cold or too hot. It was very refreshing. (y/n) walked along the sidewalk while humming a soft tune. Because of that, they didn't notice they were about to bump into someone. "I-I'm sorry," the stranger said as he bent down to pick up his books. "No, it was my fault. I want paying attention." (y/n) bent down to help pick him up, and when they stood back up, they gasped. The stranger look a little…familiar. Especially his hair. "I-I see you noticed my hair. Unusual isn't it?"

"I-I didn't mean to offend you or anything. It's just..eye-catching." He smiled. "Why thank you. Would you also mind joining me at the cafe? It's a little tad bit lonely going by myself."

"Oh? We haven't even told each other our names yet, and we're already going on a date?"

"Well then. You're (y/n), right?"

"And you're Robin?" He chuckled.

"No need for introductions then. Come on."

(y/n) smiled and took his hand.

I hope you have enjoyed it. Good day to everyone!

#fe robin #fe grima #feh #feh robin #fire emblem robin #fire emblem heroes #male robin #robin x reader #robin x summoner

[softer-fe-imagines]

Hey! So i wanted to ask if you could show us which requests you are working on, i sent mine a few weeks ago now and i'm starting to feel like tumblr ate it lol Sorry for the inconvenience

It’s not an inconvenience at all - rather, I’m just slow at writing so it does take a while, it’s only natural that you’d wonder about it;; I’ll have everything listed below, so let me know if you don’t see what you sent in;;

Regular Requests

Congrats on 300! I'm glad you hit a new milestone! You deserve all the love~ could I request a hrid x f!summoner where they're stuck playing spin the bottle and get picked together? Keep up the great work! ♡

Alfonse with a summoner who constantly wears their hood over their eyes finally letting him see their whole face. Also, congrats on the followers, you’re deserving of each an every one of them 💗💗💗

Could I please request Saizo cuddling hcs with a m!summoner? bls

How about ah,, Cecilia relationship hcs with a self-doubting s/o?

Hello!! Could I maybe get HCs for Shura with a physically affectionate SO? Thank you so much!!! 💖💖💖💖

Could I please get some headcannons for Camilla and a soft s/o who doesn't really like fighting? 🌼🌼

Can I get some cute silas x reader where he keeps trying to get a kiss but keeps getting interrupted.

Headcannons on brave Lucina with a hella chivalrous male fafnir S/O? If that’s better?

Hi!! Hope this isnt a wierd ask but would you mind writting HCs for Flavia with a nervous female SO? Like shes never been in a relationship before? Thank you and sorry if its wierd!!   

Ciao! Can I get a drabble about proactive summoner proposing to Reinhatdt please ,:3

i've had a pretty bad day today, so i just need some soft tobin relationship hc's to make me better, if you don't mind

Hi!!! Could I request Seliph with a sweet and soft summoner SO? 

Maybe something hurt/comforty with Fell Corrin? I feel bad that she seems to be in pain a lot and I want someone to give her a big hug and help her cope with the pain + cope with having to deal with her dragon side.

Hnghhhh I want to just hug Grima’s dragon form and cuddle with it so badly so can I ask for a request with M!Grima and summoner hugging his dragon form UwU

Prompt List (Really Old)

ahh! can i please have a 34 ("are you hurt?") from the prompt with xander? if you're done with them, i'm sorry!

For the 100 followers thing, could I please get 10 with Linus and a male s/o? Thanks in advance and congratulations, I hope you keep doing good content, I love to read what you post :)

36, 55, or/and 58 with Niles?

Is it it possible for you to make a a combination of 44 “I need to tell you something.” 71 “Don’t push me away.” 34 “Are you hurt?” 72 “Can I hold your hand?” For Innes or Marth for the prompt thing sbsbsbsb (If not you can just narrow it down to what you’re willing to do) and Angst with a happy ending? Thank you very much your writing is lovely as always! Uwu

Prompt List (Kind of Old)

a good portion of these sound like they can be said by or about Owain, so uh... a number 2, and a number 18 with a summoner and her new hubby Owain

For that new prompt list, Soren and 24 might be funny.

Prompt List (Summer)

there is probably enough Grima content on this blog for now, so can i get uh... Mia with and her summoner in no particular order #11, #16, #20 and #21 for the soft summer prompt thing? big thanks and excellent work as always

Heya! I'm the anon who sent the Florina request a while ago, could i get summer prompt 20 with her? Thx!!!

What about 21 with Ryoma? 💕

*Vibrates* soft summer rain with Muriel from awakening? Bc i love her and im Mmmm very gay but no one else requests her and im weak

Something somewhat similar to what's listed with the soft summer prompts, but could I actually ask for catching fireflies with Alfonse or M!Corrin? Thank you so much!!💛

hello! could i get #17 from the summer prompts w xander please? 

6) making lemonade with m!grima please? How's the summer heat been treating you? Triple digit heat should not be allowed by nature so I hope the summer heat doesn't get too awful like past years.

Could I request #19 fireworks with Soren? :)

For the soft summer prompts, may I request number 13 with Chrom?

For the summer prompts could I get 16 with Eirika

Can I get 10 with Linde

hewwo,,, could we get either 8. ice cubes or 17. soft summer rain for laevatein? i'm really having problems picking so just choose whichever you like best? i just discovered your blog and i love it and your writing a lot!

hi hi! if I’m not too late, could I have summer prompt 16 with ryoma? if I’m too late or this is too troublesome, I sincerely apologise! i hope you have a nice day uwu

Thunderstorms with Grima and S/O! Modern au or FeH it's up to you 💖

may i request for the summer prompts #16 with soren please? thanks so much! ( ˊ̱˂˃ˋ̱ )☆彡

hello!! can i get number 5 from the summer prompts with laslow?? adsfdjfk i love your writing

Could you do #4 with Summer! Laegjarn and Summer!Cordelia with a feminine [not necessarily female] summoner? (Sorry if that's a lot to ask!!! [Ugh I love them both so much!])

hello!!! could i get 4 or 15 for gaius? this blog is absolutely amazing and is everything ive been looking for!!!

could I get 25 from the summer prompts with Xander, if possible? thank you bunches in advance!!

I’m not sure if your still taking summer prompts, but if you are could you do #21 with hríd? Thank you so much 😊

Alfonse + 5 of the summer prompts? I dream of princes and Fireflies

Not sure if your still taking summer prompts or if this has been done, but may I humbly request the "watching fireflies" prompt with Frederick?

7 with shigure? I just love gardens so much;

The soft summer prompts are so cute!(mainly because i'm freezing here in my country ;u;) so i was hoping you could do N.5 for Henry? It's okay if you don't want of course, thanks~

Would you be okay with summer prompt 1 with Lukas?

Total Count: 46

#speaky speaky #these are in... some sort of order;; #regular requests are (possibly?) from old to new #and the others are definitely old to new as well;; #i have a lotttt #so i'll be super busy for a bit;; #hopefully you see yours in there anon!! #if it was a regular request though... #if they came in after they were closed i've been deleting them i think? #i might have kept one or two that i liked a lot though;; #i can't remember...

[cherry-flavoured-thot]

this is so fucking thirsty i- it’s real ooga boga hours now 

Okay but the idea of Grima going to heat is just... he’s irritated and frustrated during the days leading up to it. You try to figure out what’s wrong but he simply says a human like you wouldn’t understand, he’s distancing himself from you. Mainly because you smell so good and every time your in his presence he wants to press you up against the wall and fuck you until you can’t take it anymore.  

His thoughts annoy him, but for the start of his heat he’s able to control himself, when he finds himself struggling to keep his urges in check he locks himself away and demands not to be disturbed. But of course you go to check on him, ignoring his wishes, assuming that he was simply sulking. 

You find him feverishly thrusting into his hand. He knew you were going to enter before the door even opened, he recognized the almost intoxicating smell that seemed to follow you. It was so hard for him to not jump off the bed and slide himself into your warmth, but he still manages to restrain himself, although he’s not certain he can for much longer. 

Grima would sneer at you and tell you to leave unless you planned on making yourself useful. You offer yourself up, he warns you one last time that he will not be gentle with you in the slightest, the second you confirm this is what you want your face down on the bed.

He’s tearing your clothes off of you and doesn’t waste anytime sliding himself into you, his dick is coated in so much precum that it isn’t a hard task at all. He’d be so animal like and desperate with each thrust, trying to get as deep into you as possible, while his face is buried into the side of your neck and preparing to leave a bite mark. 

He’d be telling you how you should be honored he decided to breed a worm like yourself, not even any of his most loyal of followers got such an honor bestowed upon them. You can only let out whimpers and cries in response, his brutal pace leaving little room for coherent thoughts. 

When he cums his nails dig into your sides, while he slows down for a moment to make sure to use your aching hole to take every drop of his seed before starting to fuck you again. He’s determined to make sure to fill you up as much as possible.  

#the thirst is real tonight #grima #m! grima #grima fe #fire emblem #fe #fire emblem heroes #feh #smut #fire emblem awakening #fire emblem x reader

[cherry-flavoured-thot]

Days of December. Day 8

Fandom: Fire Emblem

Pairing: Grima x Reader

Genre: Fluff???

Word Count: 900+

Prompt:  Day 8- Character has never celebrated Christmas before so reader takes it upon themselves to let character’s first Christmas be a fantastic one.

A/N: Skipped Day 7, couldn’t think of anything. And once again I kind of just took liberties with the prompt but the core idea is still kind of there. 

Prompt list can be found here

Grima had noted how many of the mortals appeared to be in a much more cheerful mood then normal and the smaller ones seemed to be running around far more frequently, truthfully it was annoying. Even you, seemed to be smiling more frequently of late, he couldn’t understand why, so he questioned you and you told him its because of the Winter Festival.

“Ah yes this infernal holiday that I’ve never partaken in.” He had replied, you tilted your head at him, confused slightly. In all of his years of existing he had never partaken in or celebrated? 

“You’ve never celebrated Christmas before… well a Winter Festival?” Christmas is what it was referred to in your world, well that’s what you had told him, and the Fell Dragon could not understand how the Festival continued on for so many centuries and why it was given a different name.

“No and why would I? It is a holiday created by worms for fellow worms.” You frowned slightly at his words, silently thinking as you normally did before voicing an idea. 

“Well you are among us ‘worms’ so it probably wouldn’t hurt to celebrate, or at least experience it.” He scoffs at you and the idea, he only spent time in the presence of mortals if he truly had to, you being the only exception because unlike the others your company was bearable.

“I am not going to celebrate your mortal holiday with you Summoner.” He stalked away after denying you, returning to his chambers to get away from the overly gleeful simpletons that surrounded him. He had assumed that after this conversation he wouldn’t hear anything else about it and he would be left alone, but the next morning at dawn there was a knock on his door.

He knew exactly who it would be, there is only person who would dare disturb him. He opens the door and you’re standing there with a smile and in an odd red outfit.

“Good morning!” You chirp, his expression is unchanging as his eyes glance at the outfit, he couldn’t figure out if he disliked them or if he simply found it strange to see you wearing anything other than your robes. 

“Why are you wearing those garbs?”

“Winter Festival.” He sighs, eyes narrowing into a glare, of course you were still going on about this.

“I told you I am not celebrating with you, go and retrieve my weak other self if you wish to have someone to play dress up with you.” Your face falls slightly and there’s a small part of him that wishes he hadn’t said that, he chooses to ignore that part of him.

“But I don’t want to spend time with your other self.” He stares at you, almost letting out a small growl because of how much that phrase swayed him.

“Fine, I will spend time with you but do not expect me to wear that foolish costume.”

“Thank you!” You cheer, excitedly grabbing his hand and dragging him off behind you. The Fell Dragon being dragged along by a mere mortal, he was well aware of how this must seem but you were not like the others so he would allow it.

Walking down the halls to the courtyard, he noted all of the colourful decorations hanging from the walls and how some heroes were still continuing to decorate. What was the point? The decorations would all have to be taken down when the Festival ends.

When you both arrived at the courtyard, he saw a large tree in the middle that many people were gathered around, they all appeared to be smiling and laughing amongst each other. You seemed pleased at the sight, but he was confused.

“What are they doing?” He questions.

“Decorating a tree.”

“Why?”

“So, we can put presents beneath it!” He blinks owlishly.

“Why do you give each other presents?” You shrug.

“Just because,” he snorts.

“Who would give a worm a present for simply existing?” Grima asks the question loud enough, that Lucina was standing nearby turned around with a venomous expression.  

“Who would give a horrible monster gifts for being horrible and destructive?” The Fell Dragon snarls at her, which causes her to draw Falchion on instinct, this was not how you wanted things to turn out. You sigh moving to break apart the fight before it escalates any further.

“I can’t believe the nerve of that annoying worm!” He snaps, you had decided to return Grima to his room in order for him to calm down, because despite being unable to intentionally kill anyone, he could still make a mess of things when he was angry.

“You did kill all her friends and family in her timeline….” You murmur.

“And? Their lives meant nothing to me. And neither does this ridiculous holiday you wish for me to celebrate with you.” You sigh, realising that getting the literal anti-Christ to celebrate Christmas with you was probably a horrible idea, especially if he didn’t want to.

“Then I’ll just go celebrate with some of the others.” You state, moving away only for him to grab you by the wrist.

“You said you wished to spend time with me.”

“But you don’t want to celebrate with me.”

“I never said I didn’t, I said it was ridiculous.”

“Well technically this mor-“ he silences you, by quickly speaking.

“This holiday is foolish. But you seem to enjoy it so I will tolerate it.” Your eyes widen in surprise, did he honestly say that?

“Really?”

“Yes. But I will not wear the outfit.” The last part doesn’t even bother you, grinning at him anyway and excitedly wrapping your arms around him, in a way that reminds him of an overly excited child. If you had been anyone else, he would’ve growled or recoiled from the touch but instead he slowly wraps his arms back around you.

#grima #grima fe #m!grima #m grima #fire emblem #fe #fire emblem heroes #feh #fire emblem awakening #fe: a #days of december prompts #my writing tag #fire emblem x reader

[fire-emblem-drabbles]

This was from like... before I even started this blog and I was like??? bc all its saved as is “grima is a bitch” which like, true but... Anyways, a while back when Grima was added to heroes (or sometime after idk) I wrote a support chain for m grima x summoner and submitted it to fe-heroes-supports and then promptly decided I needed More Words to really get my story across. (wip 3/19)

#feh #fe awakening #fe grima #grima #grima x reader