#fe 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.

[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.

[silversouls]

starstruck (male! grima x reader)

song that inspired this writing:

starstruck - the scary jokes

you had to admit it. no use denying it, you thought. you were in love with the fell dragon, grima. most people would’ve thought you’ve hit your head on a rock or just plain nuts. but nope, you were sure you haven’t hit your head on a rock or lost your sanity.

“a DRAGON?” sharena exclaimed. “out of all them, grima?” sharena looked at you with great concern. “are you ok?”

you softly laughed at sharena’s shock. “i’m fine!” you smiled, waving your hand. “it’s just....being around grima has made me fall in love with him.” you sighed dreamily. “the way he denies caring for me, or tries to help me with something that isn’t in his expertise...” you smiled softly at the fond memories. “i guess you can say i’m....starstruck.”

“quite the work i have to do...” you sighed, looking at the numerous books on battle strategy you had to read. all part of being a summoner. you were halfway into battle strategy 101: how to not die for dummies until you heard your door slam open with no knock accompanying it.

you sighed in annoyance. “if you’re gonna enter PLEASE knock!” you turned around in your chair only to see grima standing there. you let another sigh, relieved it was just him and not someone else.

“grima, next time please knock.” you said in a much more softer tone.” “i could’ve been changing or something else.”

“sorry.” grima mumbled, embarrassed as the tips of his ears turned a lovely shade of red.

“so what do you need?” you sighed, placing a bookmark in your book and closing it.

“i heard what you said about me.” he grumbled, the blush on his face possibly reaching a whole new shade of red.

“what i said...?” you were trying to think what about him you said, but then remembered the talk you had with sharena. “oh...!” now it was your turn to blush.

a few moments of silence stood between you both until you broke your silence. you took a deep sigh.

“yes. what you heard is true.” “i....i’m in love with you grima...”

you twiddled your thumbs. “i-if you don’t accept my feelings, i understand-“

you were too busy to notice grima coming to you, silencing your rambling with a rather gentle kiss on the lips. “does that answer your proposal?”

you brushed your fingers to your lips, where grima kissed them just a second ago. “i...yes.” you breathed out.

“good. you’re mine now.” grima said, eyes glaring, blush still on his face. you kissed him softly on the lips, a gentle smile gracing your face.

“i’m glad.”

[misaverawrites]

Male Grima x Female Reader Smut? (Maybe Grima has took over Ylisse, and made the female reader his personal slave toy?)

Prey (Grima x Reader) (SMUT)

a/n: i hope you enjoy the fic! :)

summary: it’s the request, nothing more lmao

tags: This could honestly be triggering, don't read unless you're sure, DUB-CON/NON-CON, smut, degradation, reader isn’t Robin, reader is a shepherd, female reader, forced kissing, disassociation, breeding kink, hair pulling, Grima's pronouns change between it/him.

This was what you had to do... That was all you think to remind yourself.

This plan gives your friends time to plan the battle ahead and you keep it distracted.

Grima was the 'it', in question, it wasn't mortal, you wouldn't give it humanization it wanted from you. Or maybe it didn't really care all too much. You honestly weren't sure but you wouldn't stress yourself over it too much.

You watch as it begins to shed the clothes on its form. It resembles Robin enough to where you can almost forget that you're in the hands of a monster. Until you remember.

He is soon completely naked as he flashes a glint of deviousness in his eyes, directly at you.

Naga better thank you personally for this...

He grabs you by the back of your hair as he forces you onto your knees and eye to eye with his cock, you stare at it nervously, it was larger than most of the others you'd ever faced in a situation like this.

You open your mouth as widely as you can and let him thrust into your throat, he holds your head and forces his length to stay in the back of your throat, he suddenly lets go of you and allows you to regain some of your breath as you cough and sputter out for air.

You feel his hands on your clothing as he rips it and the armor with it off without any form of mercy. You stare at the monster once more... He's a monster... It's a monster. It gives you an unflinching smirk and begins to laugh cruelly at you, lying beneath it.

"You're so fucking pathetic, even for a human... It's kind of charming."

You look at him angrily, you consider spitting on him but decide against it to survive this encounter.

"Humans aren't as pathetic as you think..."

"Did I tell you that you could speak, bitch?"

You shut your mouth quickly, forcing him to laugh as he suddenly grasps at your hips and forces himself into you. You face him as he fucks into your body mechanically, nothing for you, just sex. He traps your body against the floor, allowing you no room for movement, he kisses you haughtily, just to prove that for now, he owns you.

You stare just past him at the ceiling, it's a deep black, darker than any shade you've ever seen of the color, the room is nicely decorated, you stare at the intricate designs on the wall, you feel Grima's thrust begin to falter, he must be close.

"You will... You will carry the next seed of the fell dragon, pathetic whore!"

You hear him say that, but simply continue to stare at the wall, golden tracings surrounded by purple, all of these are the colors of the Plegian Empire and the Grimleal in general. You are suddenly brought back into reality when Grima spills his seed inside of your womb.

He heaves in a way that is almost human as he holds his cock inside of you for a few moments more, just to prove a point, until suddenly, he begins to disappear into thin air with groans of pain... The shepherds' must have won.

[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...

[softer-fe-imagines]

day of devotion - grima ver.

You hand Grima the chocolates with little fanfare. "What is this?" they ask you, carefully appraising the small package.

"Chocolate," you reply. "For the Day of Devotion." Your explanation is short and simple, but that's okay because you're nervous and after working up the courage to give them anything at all your spare bravery is virtually gone.

Grima stops their careful checking, glancing up at you instead. "The Day of Devotion? So you really are devoted to me, mortal." They smirk, teeth flashing behind the curve of their mouth.

It's a weird kind of smile, but based on what you've seen before, this one is due to something along the lines of pride. You droop a little. Grima doesn't seem to understand the implications of such a gift and you aren't sure if you should explain or just let it go or maybe-

"You have my gratitude," they say, interrupting you from your worries.

"Ah! Of course! I… have to get going now, there's other people I need to give chocolate to!" With that, you attempt to make a speedy escape to save yourself from this unfavourable situation.

Grima watches you leave. "If only the rest of my servants were as dutiful as you," they murmur as their smile gradually turns softer.  They feel content.

It’s not until later, after a talk with some of the other manaketes that Grima can stand to be around, that Grima understands. They rush off without a care for the conversation that they had just been a part of, pushing past anyone who dares get in their way. You must know that your feelings have been properly received, after all.

[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.

[mlmdarkfiction]

If it’s ok, could you do some yandere (the one that’s in Echoes) Duma and Grima headcanons?

The Duma’s a bit lacking, only because I’m still not sure how I want to write him. However I had a lot of fun writing Grima for the first time even if he seems kind of…bratty. I based the version of Grima off the Male Grima from Heroes but if you want actual in game Grima Fell Dragon spooky man lemme know because I think the headcanons would be different based on context alone.Tag List: @datenightfright

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Duma

Either wants an incredibly strong s/o or an incredibly weak s/o he can protect

Incredibly touched starved, I mean one of his lines is literally something like “you’re the first person to touch me willingly.”

Duma’s definitely one of the types who doesn’t understand regular courting

Can and will stand nearby you at all times just being ominous and glaring at any other men that take notice of you.

The way he declares his feelings is a very basic “Be mine.” Nothing else nothing less,

You think he’d not like PDA, but he’s all into it

He wants he other heroes to know not to fuck with what’s his.

If you’re incredibly strong he’ll love training with you. It’s basically his type of foreplay

That being said if he catches you training with another person well uhhhh…

Angry Dragon God Time (™)

Grima

What, Grima with feelings? Impossible!

That’s what he’d like to believe anyway.

You were firmly causing him to believe otherwise though.

Damn it what magic spell have you cast on him you foul witch!

Okay but no seriously Grima would likely end up falling for someone who was close to the other Ylisse crew

He’s big jealous.

Why aren’t you close to him? He’s so much better than those worms!!!

He stalks you

But not very well. Even Nowi notices the Fell Dragon lingering around wherever you are.

Likely won’t know that he’s in love with you, and has a childish bratty kind of “I want his attention and for his attention to only be mine!”

Will absolutely threaten others to stay away from you.

Honestly that’s how you’ll know he likes you, he threatens Chrom or Robin too many times and they tell you about it.

Eventually  if you’ll confront him he’ll tell you his feelings and you have to explain from there

If you return his feelings he’ll still be a moody and antisocial but he’ll try.

[kinkyatta]

I can be considerate

Grima x reader

A sob tore its way through the Askr castle. It fluttered through the halls and Grima was there to witness it. His eyes dilated as he walked towards the noise, ready to enjoy the suffering of another hero.

Yet the sound came from the Summoner’s room. Grima couldn’t help but scowl.

He flung the door open with such a force it gave a fright to the one on the floor, coddling something in their lap in a desperate manner. The person muttered an apology. “For what, you worm?” Grima ducked to the floor to see them “You’re lucky I’m the one who heard you. Are you trying to wake everyone up, hmm?”

“He broke it.” It was very soft, Grima almost missed it. The summoner turned to show them what they were holding: A potted plant; shattered beyond repair with the flower itself ripped to shreds. Grima couldn’t see why this was so important to cry over.

He was gonna insult them but something in him stopped. “Who?” Grima asked and he finally noticed the room; It was in complete chaos. Everything was a mess. “Valter…He kept trying to get me to cry, and I…” they held the wilted flower close. “It reminded me of home…Now it’s gone.”

Grima huffed, and picked up a petal. Soft and delicate, well cared for.

Should we do something? Appears that Robin wasn’t gone completely

There was a flower shop close to the castle…We could…

Grima’s eyes shut themselves tight and he groaned. “Clean your room. It’s pitiful seeing you like this” he abruptly then walked out of the room.

———

“Grima,” Chrom pushed the fell dragon against the wall and he scowled. “Why would you be in town? You are still bound by—“ “Don’t peg me as a fool you wretched prince.” Grima made no effort to fight, but he gave a sickening smirk that made the hold on him falter slightly. “I simply came to buy myself something. Not that it’s your business; I shall be on my way.”

“Valter’s in the medical wing and I’m sure you’re to blame—“ “You say as if you care about him. I know you despise him too you hypocrite. Now leave.”

He means well, you know. We should hurry back now, if we’re absent again we may not be able to come into town freely.

———

The meeting was a drag. Alfonse and Anna couldn’t decide what plan to use and were bickering constantly. Usually you’d be the middle ground but…You rolled your shoulders as you walked back to your room. As soon as the door opened, you were greeted to the most beautiful site. Your room was decorated in floral from head to toe. Most joyously the pot you had was glued back together and in it layed a flower you couldn’t even begin to describe.

Eagerly you ran over to it, feeling the petals in your fingers and smelling it. A note was someone shriveled on your desk, too.

The paper was marked with the unusual signature of Grima, and in it were only a few words: “Don’t mention it.”

[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.

[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. 

[summoner-peachy]

35 with Grima if thats not too much

a/n: here you go anon! sorry for the delay in getting this out! i forgot to keep grima gender neutral as well since i wasn’t sure which grima robin you would like so huuuuungh sorry i made it male grima robin. :v 

request is from this prompt list here

35. “who did this to you?” 

“Who did this to you Grima?” your question shakes the Fell Dragon to his very core, not a soul dared to ever outright ask him what made him the way he was then again, not a soul is brazen enough to ask him anything. 

Maybe it’s due to your divine weapon protecting you, protecting you from those you summon and the enemy to a point-- he wonders if that is what gives you your brazen way of speaking. A human without fear for their life is both interesting and terrifying at the same time. 

“I am the way I am. There is nothing more to it Summoner-- so leave me be.” Grima speaks in a clipped tone of voice showing how he does not want to talk and is unwilling to do so regardless of what you try to ask of him. 

You didn’t leave him be, as you are horrible at listening to him. You sit right next to him and just lean on his shoulder. 

[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

[femme-blem]

can i get uhh... some headcanons of a number 1 with a number 24? with uhh... some F!Grima and her summoner? thanks

Mmmm I know I said the prompt list was for drabbles only but I decided to stuff it into headcanon format anyway….I am beholden to no law not even my own

Holiday prompt #1

You were walking with Grima to the main hall when she stopped cold in her tracks.“Is that mistletoe?” Grima asked, squinting at the little plant stuck to the doorframe. You nod, prompting her next question: “Why?”

You realized early on in the season that Grima had zero experience or knowledge of holiday customs, so you were used to explaining the changes in the heroes’ behavior and castle’s appearance by now. Still, you can’t help but be embarrassed as you explain the plant’s purpose.

She eyed you suspiciously. What foolish tradition compels humans to bring bits of trees inside just to mark places to kiss? Don’t they already kiss anywhere they want?

For a split second, she almost thought it could be a trick, recalling the poisonous properties of the plant. But if it were intended to harm, putting it in full view high above seemed like a terrible attempt.

She elects to humor your strange little custom. She closes the distance between you in a couple strides, raises your chin, and pulls you into a bruising kiss with a hint of fangs.

You think she missed the part about it being a sweet and warm gesture, but with the way you’re reeling after the kiss, you can’t bring yourself to mind.

Holiday prompt #24

As the end of the year approached, one of the biggest debates among the members of the Order was how to handle buying presents. Alfonse believed that each member should be responsible for getting gifts closest to them, but as the Summoner, you were close to a lot of people. Sharena wanted to use army funds to get everyone a gift, but the suggestion alone gave Anna heart palpitations.

Somewhere in the arguing, you recalled a tradition from your own world: Secret Santa, where people were secretly assigned another person to get a gift for. Anna heartily supported it (due to the vast amount of money everyone being responsible for just one present would save the Order) and set up the whole thing. Everyone’s names were put in a bucket and passed around.

Seeing the heroes’ reactions to their assigned giftee was an experience on its own, the amount of enthusiasm varying wildly from person to person. Curious, you look over to Grima, who studies her slip of paper with the same kind of intensity she looks at enemies with.

You make your way over, thinking she might need help with this tradition too, but to your shock she clutches the paper close and bares her fangs.

“The assignments are supposed to stay hidden, worm. Or did you forget your own rule?”

For the next few days, Grima seems testier than usual. You wonder if she received someone from her own world, or one of the (many) heroes she’s fought with here, but she refuses to trade her paper with you.

Finally, the day comes for everyone to exchange their gifts. You sit back and watch the heroes gasp at their presents and laugh together, wondering who your Secret Santa was.

You feel a tap on your shoulder and turn around to see Grima holding a small box in front of your face. She has a stoic expression, with a light dusting of pink on her cheeks being the only hint that she’s feeling something else.

You open the package to find a necklace with a pendant made of deep midnight scales that you recognize as her larger form’s.  "To keep you safe,“ she says, “and to let others know who you belong to.”

“Grima, I-”

Whatever you were about to say is cut off by a small blur running up to Grima, shoving a huge box into her arms, and dashing off. Inside is what appears to be the largest pair of knitted socks you have ever seen. There’s also a crayon drawing of Grima’s larger form wearing the socks on her horns, signed by Fae. Ah.

“Secret Santa is bullshit,” Grima mutters, holding one of the “socks” as if it were a used dishrag.

When you walk up to the roof of the castle to tell the dragon goodnight, you see her slipping them on. You smile and sneak off before she notices.

[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)

[softer-fe-imagines]

remaining summer requests

The last of the summer requests (11 of them and one extra!) are all under the cut;; ♡

Actually I love this;; So many cute things to think about! ♡

There’s a loud boom as the door is forced open, almost as loud as the thunder outside. “I am here,” Grima announces as he strides in. There’s a thunderstorm outside, his specialty, but that’s not the point. In his studies of human culture, he’s learned that the dominant human is supposed to comfort the other while it rains like this. So, that’s exactly what he’s here to do.

Although, quite contrary to what he’s heard is supposed to happen, you merely glance at him from your position at the window before patting the spot beside you. He glides over and sits down because… what else is he supposed to do when you’re watching the storm rather intently and not paying much attention to him?

It’s a moment later when he voices his question. “Are you not scared, worm?”

“Of course not, storms like this are cool,” you reply. He blinks.

“Well, I can make storms like this any day, you know.” There’s a certain tone in Grima’s voice that you just can’t place, so you glance over to see a pout forming on his face. He’s looking out the window as if the storm has offended him in some way, and you can’t help but laugh.

“You’re jealous of the weather, hm?”

“I am not,” he lies, averting his eyes so he doesn’t have to see the knowing look in your eyes.

“Oh, you totally are! Wow, I never thought I’d see the day-” you’d have continued, of course, but Grima’s eyes narrow and a well-timed clap of thunder resounds as lightning strikes, bright and true, while Grima’s lips make contact with your own.

When I saved this to my drafts I put “shiny;;” as the comment and? that still totally applies;; You have god-tier taste, anon!

It’s close to 4 in the morning and Soren is already awake - or, rather, it’s more accurate to say he’s still awake since he hasn’t slept a wink all night. He can’t concentrate anymore, the words in front of him swimming and diving into a blurry mess as he sighs, loudly.

“…Soren, come to bed,” you whisper, startling the man in question. He looks over at you, questioningly, as he sighs again.

“Did I wake you?” You shake your head in response.

“Come to bed,” you repeat, and Soren finds himself too tired to argue, so he sighs one final time before slipping in beside you.

It’s warmer here, he thinks, as you shuffle closer to him, enveloping him with your body heat. He still won’t be able to sleep - at least he doesn’t think so - but this is comfortable, preferable to sitting and stewing in cold hordes of letters and numbers. It's… nice, he admits to himself, if only in his sleep-deprived mind.

“I’m glad you think it’s nice,” you say, which totally means he was thinking aloud, but he’s still too tired to do much more than make an aggravated sound. “Sleep well.”

The words are an invitation that maybe he won’t be accepting this time, but the sentiment is there. Soren closes his eyes and is thankful.

Anon I love youuuuu

It’s supposed to be a solo dance performance, one where you watch Laslow perform the dance he’s been perfecting as of late. It’s a wonderful show - Laslow takes on an air that he only seems to have during moments like this and he’s so graceful, fluid and lithe like he’s meant to do this for the rest of his life.

You clap because it’s the best thing you’ve seen in your life, or, at least the you of right now thinks so. Laslow smiles, cheeks tinged a light pink as he settles under your gaze, and then he’s pulling you up to join him.

“But I can’t-” you try to protest.

He cuts you off. “Just follow me and it’ll be fine,” he says, words accompanied by his signature smile, so you suppose you just have to listen.

It’s fun, twirling around in circles as Laslow leads you. Laughter fills the air and, at some point, you get a little dizzy, enough so that the scenery begins to light up. You wouldn’t pay much attention to it, but even as the two of you slow down, the lights remain, blinking in and out of existence at a leisurely pace.

“Fireflies…” you say aloud, the word coming out as barely a breath. Laslow smiles again, brighter than all the bugs around you and suddenly you can’t take your eyes off of him.

Ugh your mind anon, I stan you, like, spiritually;; Thank you for enabling my women-writing, you’re the best!!

“Ice cream? I’ve heard of it, of course, but I had assumed that soldiers wouldn’t get to have such a delicacy.” Laegjarn says after you bring up the topic of the typical summer food.

You shake your head in response. “Well, you assumed wrong. Ice cream’s super common here, so it’s super good for the summer! Would you like to get some?”

“Do you think I’ll enjoy it…?” she asks, to which you nod aggressively. 

“Of course, of course! And if you don’t, we’ll get you all kinds of other summer treats until we find something you do like!” It’s said with such determination that Laegjarn can’t help her laughter.

“If you’re so certain, then I’m sure it won’t take too long,” she replies with a smile as she slips her hand into your own.

“Here,“ Cordelia says, offering you a cone of ice cream, which you take eagerly as a way to stave off the heat. "I wasn’t quite sure what you’d like, so I guessed. I hope that’s alright…”

She sounds a bit saddened by the fact that she didn’t know, but you still smile brightly at her anyways. “That’s okay, this is my favourite,” you reply because it’s true, somehow her guess had been completely correct. “It’s perfect!”

Cordelia lets out a sigh of relief as she settles down next to you, balancing her own cherry and vanilla cone in one hand. “That’s a relief. To think I don’t know my partner quite as well as I thought I did…”

You can’t help but laugh. “That just means that there’s more to learn, right? We can do it together!” Cordelia smiles at that, small but bright.

Of course!! I love him too anon;; ♡

Hríd is surprisingly good at swimming, darting through the water with relative ease. It’s surprisingly fun to cheer him on from your place on the sand as he performs strangely fancy maneuvers in the water.

You gradually lose focus on him, though, as Ylgr comes over and asks you ever so sweetly to make a sandcastle with her. You can’t refuse such an adorable face, so your attention is neatly passed over to the youngest of Nifl’s royal family. It’s only after a few minutes of sand crafting that a presence makes itself known behind you, the loud clearing of someone’s throat.

Looking over your shoulder, Hríd himself stands behind you, a small frown on his face. “You should come swim with me,” he says.

“No,” Ylgr protests before you can even open your mouth. “We’re making a sandcastle.” The two stare at each other, an intense face-off as you sit, not quite knowing what to do. A moment later, each one of them grabs on to you, pulling in either direction as they begin to argue.

“Wait-” you exclaim, and they stop just before they pull you apart.

“You should come with me,” Hríd insists.

“No, stay with me!” Ylgr exclaims.

“I… think I’ll go swim with Hríd first,” you say gently, and he smiles triumphantly while his sister immediately frowns. “And then we’ll both come back and build a castle with you, Ylgr. Is that alright?”

“But-” Hríd begins to protest, but Ylgr is faster.

“Okay! I’ll be waiting!” She says with a bright smile and you give a sigh of relief. With that, you turn to go back into the ocean with your boyfriend, conveniently missing the way Ylgr sticks out her tongue in her brother’s direction. He makes a face in response, but, ultimately, decides that playing with his sister is fine.

You link arms with Hríd as you make your way towards the water. “You’re too nice to that sister of mine,” he says. “She’s spoiled enough as is.”

“No one can help it, she’s cute and she knows it…” you reply. “But, it’s good to have a friendly relationship with one’s future family, no?”

“Ah…” Somehow, Hríd’s cheeks begin to colour, turning a little bright pink than usual as your words sink in. “I… guess you’re right.”

You laugh and his skin turns an even prettier shade of pink. “Why don’t we go cool off?” you ask and he frantically nods a quick yes before detaching himself from your side and diving into the water as you follow behind at your own pace. Ylgr may be a cute kid, you think, but Hríd is probably the cutest man in the world.

I don’t usually think about him? But when I did it was so much fun;; I hope you enjoy it anon!!

Midnight watch - by far the worst job in the army, at least, in the opinion of most - is probably the time you see Frederick the most. He’s always so busy running here and there and everywhere for Chrom and Lissa and Robin and countless others, so it’s nice to have a time where you have him all to yourself, even if it’s the middle of the night.

It’s then, when you’re holding hands (only after many nights of begging that he at least allow that much contact, it couldn’t hurt after all), that he points out a new occurrence, on the hill just outside of your patrolling area.

It glows as if it’s magic, you think at first, but it takes only a moment more for you to realize that they’re fireflies, the first of the season.

They’re so pretty that you want to thank Frederick immediately, but the moment you look up at him to do so, the soft smile on his face stops you. He looks peaceful, which is rare since the two of you are out in the open, not somewhere private like usual. The idea of it all makes you smile, so instead, you merely squeeze his hand a little harder.

!!!! Of course of course, how did you know I love him anon,,,, You must be a mind reader, so maybe you can tell how much I love you? (Hint: It’s over 9000♡)

Lukas has his fingers entwined with your, his grip gentle but firm as the two of you walk side by side. It’s cool out, just a bit colder than you’d like it to be, really, so you find yourself grateful for the warmth of his skin.

The morning is quiet and so are the two of you, but perhaps that’s a good thing. It’s relaxing, peaceful, a welcome change… or something like that. Regardless of what it is, it’s quite nice. You’d share the thought with Lukas, but looking in his direction shows an expression of deep thought, so you keep the feeling to yourself.

Instead, you swing your attached arms back and forth, just for something to do. Lukas looks at you and you look back at him with a smile, and he turns away, but the corners of his lips are still visibly turning upwards even though he’s turned away.

…This one, I have to admit I messed up;; I posted a Henry one a few weeks back that asked for prompt number 5, but I did 4 instead… That’s a huge mistake on my part, but since it’s been so long I don’t want to change it. So, this is Henry with number 5, watching fireflies!

“Look look look, can’t you see them?” Henry exclaims, excitedly tugging you in the direction of whatever it is that he’d like you to see.

“The… fireflies?” you ask as you finally come to a stop somewhere deep in the night, the lightning bugs being the only source of light other than the moon high up in the sky.

He nods aggressively and you swear his smile gets larger if that’s even possible. “Yep! See they look like the magic sparks, the ones you see when you cast a good big spell! And since you said you can’t see them, I thought I’d show you these instead!”

You blink at him once or twice before a smile that mirrors his own settles on your face. “That’s sweet of you, Henry?”

“You think so?” he replies, tilting his head in question. Instead of waiting for an answer, though, he reaches out to grasp your hand in his. “Then, let’s watch them together!”

Poly is a-okay here! It’s not super romantic but this one was fun to do, so I hope you’ll enjoy it regardless;;

If you had to compare the three of you, Ryoma is definitely the most used to the heat. Next is you, then Xander, who gets overheated insanely fast. That mostly explains the current situation - the three of you seated side by side on your couch, the lights turned off and a fan blowing at its highest setting as a means of keeping the three of you cool.

“…I can’t believe the air conditioning broke.” Xander voices aloud. Ryoma laughs warmly and you sigh, as if exhaling the heat from your body.

“It’s too hot,” you say and Xander nods in agreement, but slowly to not to create too much more heat. Ryoma just laughs some more.

“You two just need to build up more heat tolerance,” he suggests, and Xander gives him a pointed stare.

“I’m melting,” he says in monotone. You glance over and it appears he’s right, if the amount of sweat on his face is anything to go by.

“Aw, you poor thing.” Ryoma leans over you to wipe the moisture from Xander’s forehead, his arm effectively adding even more heat to what you think is more than enough. Xander leans into you more closely to gives Ryoma better access to his face, but that only produces more heat.

You heave out another heavy sigh and they pause, looking at you. “Wait just a second…” you ask, so Ryoma pulls back, giving the room to slide off the couch and right onto the cool floor. “And now you can continue.”

Ryoma stares at your form on the ground before he snorts, his laughter still too warm for the atmosphere. “What, were we too hot for you?”

“Yes,” you reply and this time it’s Xander who laughs. “You’re lucky I love you two and that it’s too hot for this,” you say with a pout and decided to angle the fan in your direction as the two of them continue you on behind you.

Miss Laura is actually very cute… I did my best to do her justice, so I hope you enjoy this anon!

“So we have everything?” Laura asks, staring at the luggage for the fifth time in the past hour.

“Laura, you’ve double checked your double checks, I’m sure we do! And if we don’t, we can always buy things when we need them.”

It makes sense, of course, but Laura still looks a little worried. “But…”

“No buts,” you say firmly. “It’ll be fine, don’t worry. And if it’s not, I’m sure we can figure out a way to fix things!”

“If you’re sure…” she replies, the frown on her face still present. You’re not a fan of it, not when she could be smiling, so you reach over to take her hand. She looks up, a little surprised as you look her right in the eye.

“I’m absolutely sure. I’d be worried if I was going by myself but since it’s with you, there’s no problem, right? I’ll be counting on you.”

Laura pauses for a moment. “Then, if you’re counting on me… I’ll do my best too!” she says, voice filling with confidence as a small smile appears on her face.

You smile back in much the same way. “Then, let’s get going!”

“Mhm!”

In the end, you do forget a few things, but it’s all alright. Laura is able to take care of it, and you’re there to help her, so there really is nothing to worry about.

Bonus*** Some extra Ryoma because I didn’t realize I’d already done the prompt so I did it again? Please accept it it’s cute;;

“Good morning,” comes Ryoma’s voice. It’s gentle, cleaving through sleep like one cuts through butter. You blink, eyes fluttering open.

“Good… morning?” you reply, your brain still clouded by sleep. You hear Ryoma laugh, maybe, and then there’s a warm, soft pressure on your forehead.

“Still tired, hm? Perhaps this will wake you up…” It’s hard to comprehend things when you’ve just woken up merely half a second before, but somehow you think you should prepare yourself…

There’s the soft pressure again, this time on your lips and, ah, you melt into it. The vibrations of Ryoma’s laughter fill your throat this time, delightfully tingly.