#takukamu

[overtsexting]

Omg the "breath catch" in the camilla/leon support is killing me ajdjwkd HE ACTS SO DIFFERENTLY WITH HER... i was originally drawn to leon because of his frankly inappropriate married convo with kamui at the nohr festival of bonds but it goes so much deeper than that... thank you for answering my question!! <3

oh my god i loVE their festival of bonds convo it's so funny. he's so turned on by the fact that he married his sister without technically marrying his sister. coupled with the fact that kamui is frankly the only s support partner he actually has any chemistry with............. that man is a siscon through and through.

i skimmed through that comic book earlier and there was a little more siscon leon actually (with bonus siscon takumi):

there was quite a bit of other vaguely shipcesty things too lol. like m!kamui being sad that he's not close with takumi, so soleil ropes nina into helping. a looooot of camilla x corrin. its quite fun loool

[robynmizore]

If you want to save me, then come kiss me and bite me

[sexysilverstrider]

u know replaying the fe if/fates game after so many years gives me so many new thoughts for example:

marrying any of the hoshidan royals in birthright just sounds...sad. imagine that kamui chose hoshido because she firmly believes that the hoshidan royals are her blood siblings. they spent time for such a short while and no matter how naive and sweet kamui is, i doubt her choice of choosing hoshido was because she genuinely sees them as her siblings at first

she chose them out of obligation. subconsciously.

theyre her blood siblings right? theyre blood related. yes she grew up with the nohrian royals but the fact that theyre not related at all to her just leaves a girl wanting. and them Bam! you meet a bunch of strangers who claim to hv the same blood flowing in your veins. of course she would be excited.

so she chose hoshido because these are her blood siblings. theyre related. marx and camilla and leon and elise love her like their own but its not the same as having blood siblings in your life, right? itll be different and worth it in the end, right?

enter the ryouma/takumis S support

ryouma knows theyre not related. takumi has to learn the hard way after despising himself thinking he has fallen for his blood sister. but after telling the truth to kamui, its nice to see a happy ending that kamui feels the same way to them

but what if the game got deeper into writing hell

how would kamui feel that these hoshidan royals are just like the nohrian royals? that theyre not related by blood at all? tht they hv different mothers AND fathers? that sumeragi was never her father? that she never found out her actual father?

the reason she chose hoshido was because out of obligation. she didnt realize that until it was too late.

she loves the hoshidan royals now. she sees them as her blood siblings. but the thing is: they arent. shes just as adopted as she was back in nohr. these hoshido royals love her for her eventho they knew they arent related.

but kamui chose them out of obligation. she loves the nohrian siblings just as much but she chose the hoshidan royals out of obligation and thinking their relationship was different and deeper.

it isnt

theyre just the same. they all share the same bond like she had back in nohr

there wasnt any difference

and now kamui was back to where she starts. back to when everyone was a stranger. back to when she was reminded she never had anyone who share the same blood and flesh as hers. back to when shes alone in a family who share the same common trait.

marx, camilla, leon, and elise love her for her. ryouma, hinoka, takumi, and sakura love her for her.

but she fucked up. she lost the first family whom she remembered as people who genuinely love and accept her. who made her FEEL like actual family

she fucked up

she fucked up

[marshmallowloves]

idk why I'm thinking about this all of a sudden but like... I'm really happy that I can project on Robin (Fire Emblem) as easily as I do. Normally it's really hard for me to project on characters that the fandom pairs with my F/Os, so I kinda just have to do the ship work myself by making a self insert.

but not only is Chrobin one of the most popular (if not THE most popular) Awakening ships, it doesn't have the problem some other fandoms/characters have where there's a hugely disproportionate amount of M/M art to F/M art. People adore pairing F!Robin with Chrom which is excellent for me, a woman, who also adores Chrom and bases her self insert on Robin. And even when it's M!Robin I can just like...copy/paste longer hair on him in my brain fjdhfjg

anyway this is just me tired-rambling about my fictional husband to an empty room. it applies to probably literally nobody else so you can keep scrolling if you want lol

[sorafuuai]

I am new here and come from X for unstable situation there. I just want to share my art and love Takukamu. Thank you for your attention.

[misskikuwrites]

Fire Emblem Fates: Rebirth

Chapter 52: All That Remains

-

After dying at the hands of a possessed Takumi, Corrin wakes up before Hoshido and Nohr are at war.

Determined to undo all her regrets, Corrin sets out to save Ryoma and Takumi, unaware of their true, hidden enemy.

Spoilers for all routes.

-

Time passed in a blur. Corrin felt numb, her insides cold and heavy, as they made their way back to the library. They were as silent as before. Slow and cautious, Saizo and Kagero led the way, but even their trained movements carried the weight of what they'd seen. Decay. Ruin. Stains which could only be blood, dried and faded.

They were years, perhaps decades, too late to save anyone. The inhabitants of Valla were no more.

Corrin clenched her jaw. She swallowed that down, past the tightening lump in her throat, and pressed on. What she'd seen, what they'd found, she couldn't let it affect her. Not now. She would bury it deep, hold it close, and when the time came, she would mourn.

But now, in the dilapidated corridors of Anankos' castle, she couldn't afford to let her grief take hold.

Despite the supplies they'd managed to retrieve, their expedition into the depths of the castle felt like a mistake to Corrin. They'd come away with materials they could use to strengthen their weapons, to repair their bows and arrows, with medicine, salves and herbs they desperately needed, and yet she regretted stepping a single foot from the library when they returned.

She couldn't forget. The bones. The evidence of the castle's inhabitants' final, futile stand against Anankos' forces. Blood and magic. Broken arrows. Fractured steel. It showed on her face, in the shadows beneath her eyes, when her siblings looked at her.

"You've returned in one piece," Ryoma noted, scanning each of his allies as they filed into the library. "However, from the look on your face, I assume it was for naught?"

Corrin shook her head. "No, actually. We managed to find most of what we were after."

She gestured to the bundle of supplies in Keaton and Kaden's arms, along with the pristine white armour Oboro was currently fussing over. Upon their return, a hum of interest swept through the library. A flicker of hope.

Somehow, it made Corrin feel hollow. The supplies they'd retrieved, the materials salvaged, had been left behind by the dead. The taste of decay lingered on her tongue. Thick and putrid. A stain she couldn't wash away, couldn't swallow down. Even when Takumi saw that she'd returned and began to approach, she didn't have the strength to force a smile.

"Did something happen?" Xander asked. He folded his arms, studied her with concern. "You don't seem to be sharing in the hope that you and your allies have brought us."

Leo echoed his older brother's expression of worry. "Were you spotted?"

"No, it's not that." She brushed them off. Their questions tightened the vice around her throat.

They had been right all along. She'd taken a chance, put their entire quest, their lives, at risk- and it had been for nothing.

It had been a mistake to hope. Not after Anthony, not after everything they'd seen.

"It's nothing, really," Corrin continued. She didn't meet Takumi's eyes when he came up beside Ryoma. "We didn't encounter anyone. No soldiers, no faceless. It's just like you said. This place has been abandoned for years."

She took a breath.

"To me, this feels like the calm before the storm," she said. "Anankos knows we're here- he's pulled back his soldiers, waiting for us to strike. He's waiting for us to come to him."

"And how do you know that?" Xander countered. "For all we know, he could be waiting for us to let our guard down under that very assumption."

"Then we don't let our guard down." Corrin stood taller. "We prepare ourselves for our final battle. To face Anankos."

Ryoma and Xander shared a glance. Leo frowned, cogs turning behind his eyes, while Takumi stared at her in shock.

"We're not prepared to face Anankos," Takumi said. "You told us as much before! We need the Yato to resonate with all four divine weapons before we even have a chance to put a single scratch on Anankos."

He was right.

"I know that, but-"

By pointing that out, the incomplete Yato at her side, Takumi had inadvertently drawn her failings out into the open.

It hurt. Like slivers of ice piercing her heart, her weakness and guilt drove in deep. Her grudges towards Ryoma and Xander, her inability to let go and move on, had sealed their fate.

"We can't afford to wait any longer," Corrin said. "As soon as we're ready, we move out."

Not a suggestion- a command.

"Tell everyone to prepare themselves." She nodded to Ryoma, to Xander, and both understood what the weight in Corrin's voice meant.

They had no choice. It was now or never. Like the citizens of Valla before them, it was time for their final stand. Their final battle.

Even if they were far from ready.

Corrin steadied herself, swallowed the unease building inside her. There was one more thing she needed to say. “If things go south, if it looks like we can’t defeat him-”

“No.” Takumi cut her off.

Corrin shook her head. “Please, listen-”

“I know what you’re trying to say, and you can’t ask us to do that. Not after everything we’ve been through,” Takumi said. He folded his arms, a stubborn fire in his eyes. Stubborn, determined, and hurt.

Hurt that she’d suggest he abandon her.

Ryoma placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder in solidarity. “Takumi is right. We knew what we were signing up for when you asked us to leap into the Bottomless Canyon. It’s all or nothing. We’re with you until the end.”

Leo nodded. “It wouldn’t be the first time we’ve had the odds against us.”

A lump tightened in Corrin’s throat. They were willing to stand with her, to die with her, and it should have bolstered her courage, made her stand taller, hold her head higher. Instead, it made her crumble. Her heart fractured.

After all her efforts, had their fate remained unchanged?

“I can’t-” lose you again, she almost said. She couldn’t doom them to the same fate she’d desperately tried to save them from. Was this all she could do?

Was this where she failed?

With an incomplete Yato in her hands, she was going to lead them all to their deaths.

—--

A newfound energy swept through their makeshift camp in the library. Their final battle on the horizon, everyone swung into action. Bumps and bruises were ignored in favor of repairing armor, sharpening weapons, enjoying a meal.

A meal that would perhaps be their last.

It tasted like ash. Corrin swallowed it down with her tears, hoping it wasn’t obvious that she was avoiding the eyes of each of her allies. How could she face them knowing what the next hour would bring?

She stared numbly down at the Yato in her good arm, willing something, anything, to happen. It hummed almost imperceptibly with the same energy as always, enhanced by Takumi’s Fujin Yumi and Leo’s Brynhildr. Two gems sat in the length of the blade, the first, closest to the hilt, was a deep violet. The second gem shone a soft teal, inset higher along the blade. Two empty spots remained, waiting to be activated by Ryoma’s Raijinto and Xander’s Siegfried. In Corrin’s hand, the golden blade glowed with wisps of teal and violet, spilling from the edges like sunbeams through clouds.

In another time, the Yato had taken a different form. The glow was darker, a heavier mauve, the gemstones bright amethysts. With the power from Xander and Leo’s divine weapons, she had slain King Garon.

It felt like a lifetime ago.

It hadn’t been enough to have Xander and Ryoma fight alongside her. The Blade remained unchanged.

And time was running out.

“Lady Corrin!” Oboro swept in front of Corrin, breaking her out of her thoughts. “The armour is ready for you!”

The armour - a bundle of white trimmed with blue and gold in Oboro’s arms. It had been the last thing on Corrin’s mind.

“Let’s get you into it and see how it fits, shall we?” Oboro urged, grinning excitedly. Azura stood behind her with a warm smile, almost nostalgic. Corrin could almost see the memories flashing behind Azura’s golden eyes.

“Are you sure this is okay?” Corrin asked Azura as they headed behind a curtain strung up for privacy at the back of the library. Nestled between broken and empty bookshelves, it was out of sight, where Corrin could change with the help of Sakura and Oboro without anyone else seeing the rippled scar on her chest.

Azura nodded as they helped Corrin into the Royal Vallite armour. “It deserves to be worn,” she said softly, “by a leader. By you.”

For a second, tears glistened in Azura’s eyes. Tears brought forth by resurfacing memories. The sight made Corrin’s heart catch, and she sucked in a breath to keep herself steady, to stop herself from trembling. An unspoken moment passed between them as Azura buckled the gauntlets on Corrin’s left arm, the slight pressure feeling dull through her damaged nerves. She tried, without a word, to grasp Azura’s hand. Her fingers gave the slightest twitch and nothing more. Barely noticeable.

It was too late to hope for a miracle.

Corrin looked away as they retied the sling keeping her disabled left arm to her chest, the world swimming around her. Vision swaying. Blurring. Conversations a buzz in her ears.

“How’s that?” Oboro asked, as they stepped back to appraise the armour’s fit.

The world shifted back to normal. Corrin rolled her good shoulder, stretched her arm, twisted her torso this way and that, feeling like she could breathe again. The stunning white armour fit like a glove. Oboro’s talent had been put to good use tailoring it to Corrin’s build without damaging a single stitch. It was light-weight and breathable, allowing Corrin to move with ease. She kicked up her leg, morphing it into a monstrous limb, scaled with claws like knives where her foot should’ve been. Oboro and Sakura ducked back a step further, the young princess muffling a startled yelp. With more room available, Corrin plunged the tip of her Yato into the floorboards and swung herself through the air into a backflip, dragging the blade up to follow her as she landed. Her feet landed awkwardly, unbalanced with only one arm, but the surge of adrenaline rushing through Corrin made her grin.

She turned to Oboro, flashed a smile at Sakura and Azura. “It’s perfect.”

—

A flurry of thoughts spun through Corrin’s mind as they broke their makeshift camp in the library and stood ready to leave. Her fingers swept over her Yato’s grip instinctively as nerves built. Within her, within her army. Trepidation, hesitation. A feeling of finality, of wonder, and, deep beneath it all, rage. Corrin felt it burn inside her. A fire of retribution waiting to be unleashed.

She looked over the crowd of her allies, a jumble of different cultures, different armours, different weapons, all standing together side by side. The best of Nohr and Hoshido, all looking to her for guidance.

And she was leading them to their deaths.

Corrin stood taller. “You all know what it means when we step out of this room,” she began, addressing her allies, her friends, for what could be the last time. “This is what everything we’ve gone through, every battle we’ve fought, has been for.”

There was hope in their eyes. Determination shining brighter than ever before. It fueled the icy guilt buried in her chest, spreading through her veins. They looked to her as a hero.

And she was damning them to fail.

“We stand here together, children of Nohr, of Hoshido-” she looked to Azura, who smiled softly, “-and of Valla. This is our final battle, and together, we will triumph.”

A rumble of energy spread through her allies, and her voice caught silently in her throat. Words failed her. They believed in her. Trusted her.

And she was lying to them.

Takumi met her eyes. Understanding flashed between them. He knew her fears, her doubts. He knew that lying to her allies like this was driving a knife into her heart, deeper and deeper with every word.

And he stood with her.

“Today,” Corrin continued, her voice silencing the room, “we put an end to this. We bring justice to those we’ve lost, those we’re fighting for.” She looked to Ryoma. “For Scarlet,” she said.

Ryoma nodded.

“For Flora.” Jakob bowed his head, Gunter beside him standing to attention.

“For King Sumeragi and Queen Mikoto.” Slowly, she met the gazes of each of her siblings from Hoshido.

“For the innocents of Hoshido and Nohr, and the people of Valla.”

And for Anthony, she thought.

Corrin turned towards the library doors, nodded to Kaze for him to swing them open. With a near silent draw of her blade, she held Yato by her side, felt it pulse with energy. She didn’t look back.

“Let’s go,” she said, and stepped forward into the corridor beyond.

—-

The castle was warily silent. Not a soul lingered in the empty halls, the dilapidated rooms they passed, the doors fallen from their hinges or broken inwards. There was no hiding their movements now. A trail of thunderous footsteps, the footsteps of an army, echoed around them as they headed into the heart of the castle.

Corrin kept her gaze focused. Watching the path ahead with a steeled determination to not let the unknowns creep into her mind. It was too late to wonder about them now. The unnatural silence unnerved her, keeping thoughts of the identity of the traitor, of why she couldn’t get the Yato to resonate with Ryoma and Xander’s weapons, of whether or not this was a suicide mission without the Fire Emblem, far away.

Despite the calm, Corrin heightened her guard. Right now, she knew they were in the eye of the storm. The silence before the fall. Even with the quiet, the ease of which they traversed the castle, it was clear to Corrin that this was deliberate. Anankos was staying his hand. Waiting for them.

Somehow, she could feel him, within the depths of the castle. Like a predator lying in wait, salivating at the thought of a meal just out of reach. A snake coiled ready to strike.

A monster. A destroyer of worlds.

Corrin’s father.

That secret remained tucked inside her heart as they approached the heavy wooden doors of the throne room. Azura came up beside Corrin, silver spear in her hands, and met her eyes.

Silently, Corrin nodded to Kaze and Jakob, who readied themselves by the doors. Her siblings, her family, from Hoshido and Nohr rallied behind her. She felt their presence.

With but a glance to her retainers, the doors to the throne room were swung open, and Corrin stormed forward, Yato blazing in her hand.

She drew up short in the centre of the room. The throne was empty. The entity she’d felt looming in the darkness had vanished. There was nothing, no one, for them to fight.

“He’s… not here…?” the words spilled from Corrin in disbelief. She swept her gaze around the room. Once, twice, as her allies filed in behind her, as Azura drew up to her side. “This- This can’t be right. I felt him, he was here-”

Corrin spun on her heels, the force from her turn dizzying. Her allies watched her, studied the room around them, and waited. The air in Corrin’s lungs came up short. She swallowed, mouth dry, heart pounding.

There was no one here.

“This doesn’t make sense,” Corrin said, shaking her head. She headed for the throne, feet thumping on the broken marble tiles. “He has to be here.”

“Unless, he was never going to be here in the first place.”

A gravely voice made Corrin whirl.

“Isn’t that right, Lady Corrin?”

She stared at Gunter, taking in his words. “What do you mean?”

“Do you not think it rather convenient that we could traverse this castle with such ease?” Gunter said. “Ever since we set foot in this place, not a single soldier has attacked us. Now, why would that be?”

“What are you suggesting?” Ryoma asked.

“I didn’t want to consider it myself, not until I learned her true identity - and it all makes sense now.” Gunter hefted his spear, tapping the end onto the tiles as he leveled his gaze onto Corrin. “But the traitor who has been plaguing us from the moment we stepped into Valla is you, Lady Corrin.”

All eyes turned to her.

“What are you saying? Corrin can’t be the traitor!” Azura exclaimed.

The Yato sank in Corrin’s grip. Her eyes widened, but she saw nothing.

No.

“It can’t be her!” Takumi protested. “She was attacked by the traitor!”

“And did anyone else see that actually occur?” Gunter said. He kept his gaze on Corrin, hard and cold. A gaze seeping with rage. “Did she have any wounds to show from that attack?”

Takumi drew up speechless. “But that’s- she wouldn’t-”

“Corrin was almost killed by Anthony,” Leo said. “If she were the traitor, that would make no sense.”

“The key word there being ‘almost,’” Gunter replied. “What better way to absolve her of suspicion? And who was with Scarlet when she was killed?”

He didn’t need to say it. Corrin tasted blood in her mouth. Blood and ash.

I’m not-

“That’s a very serious accusation you’re levelling at my dear Corrin,” Camilla said. She folded her arms, studiously watching Gunter. “Do you have anything more to back it up than circumstantial evidence?”

“Yeah!” Elise echoed. “Corrin’s not a traitor!”

“I know her true identity,” he said.

The world dipped beneath Corrin’s feet.

Takumi stiffened. “Her true identity?”

Gunter nodded. “The daughter of Anankos. A princess of Valla.”

Everything went dark. Silent.

“That’s not true! Corrin is a princess of Nohr. She-” Corrin felt Takumi’s eyes land on her, felt and heard the moment he saw the look on her face. “Corrin…?”

She couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe.

“I heard it from Corrin herself,” Gunter said. “She admitted to being Anankos’ daughter. Why else would she gather up the strongest from Hoshido and Nohr and lure us down here, if not to our deaths?”

His voice echoed in her mind.

Slowly, Corrin raised her head. “Gunter…”

“Are you going to deny it? Being Anankos’ daughter? The Traitor?”

She stepped forward, down the steps leading up to the throne, and she knew.

She knew who the traitor was.

“How long were you down here?” Corrin asked, her voice a quiet echo. A whisper. A breath of disbelief.

Gunter’s eyes narrowed. “What are you talking about? That has nothing to do with this.”

Air fled between her lips in a silent, but bitter, laugh. Tears washed over her eyes. “I was so happy to see you again, I never thought about it. About you-” She shook her head, shook back a sob before it sounded. “How long you spent down here, before we found you again. And what that would do to you.”

What it had done to Takumi.

Her words had an immediate effect on Takumi. His eyes widened in realisation. He stole his bow off his back, turning to face Gunter.

“Possession,” he hissed.

“It’s you, isn't it?” Corrin said, fighting back tears. “You’re the traitor.”

“Accusing your accuser?” Gunter scoffed. “You couldn’t sound more desperate with your lies.”

“And all this time, I thought…” she couldn’t say anymore. Her heart had broken into pieces.

“That’s why you were so insistent the traitor had to be from Hoshido,” Xander said. “So no suspicion would be cast over you.”

“You’re choosing to believe her? The Daughter of Anankos?” Gunter rebuffed.

“It doesn’t matter who her father is!”

Takumi’s voice was like a jolt of lightning through Corrin. It stole the breath from her lungs.

“Corrin has given more than any of us to be here. She saved us- she saved me!” He looked to her, a stubborn blaze burning in his eyes. “She never turned her back on any of us, and I’m never turning my back on her. Corrin is not the traitor. The only one who would even suggest that would be the traitor themselves.”

Corrin sank in relief. A stiff silence washed over them as everyone turned to face Gunter. He stood tall, unmoving. Not a thread of emotion on his face.

“It���s you?” Jakob took a step back from Gunter, blades drawn. “After what they did to Flora?”

Gunter huffed. “I suppose there’s no need for this charade any longer.” He shrugged, as if unbothered by it all. “You’ve found me out- though that hardly matters anymore. All that remains is for you to perish by my hands. And I’m going to enjoy seeing the look on your face when I kill every last one of your so-called allies right in front of you.”

[illust-sou]

Happy 6th anniversary of FE fates! Takumi & fCorrin

[squiddlyn]

finally drew these new years alts three years later in march

[abripikuunah]

Legendary Kamui and Resplendent Takumi seems to match hmmm🤔🤔🤔

[overtsexting]

“he has a complex toward corrin”

[robynmizore]

“Your hand is so warm in mine..”

[sexysilverstrider]

Hey Fafar! Really enjoying watching your playthroughof fe:if ~ its making me relive the nostalgia aaaa<3 and inspired me to want to emulate the translated jpn version too! Can I ask how you did it? Was there a video guide handy? Or if you have the link to the rom that you don't mind sharing that'd be great!. Thank you so much in advance :)

YEEESSS OMG PHEEBS COME RELIVE THE NOSTALGIA WITH MEEEE (can u believe this game is 10 years old)

well i downloaded citra. since i formatted my laptop i had to redownload and so far citra-qt works well!

also i found the rom in this reddit.

the links can be found in the comments but i believe this is the link i used. the password is rinpunipuni

the special edition (eng patch) has japanese audio with the english translations. theres also japanese audio with the official english localization but u can tell the diff through their names (marx instead of xander and leon instead of leo for example)

hmu if u manage to download or youre having issues!

ill be honest im having so much fun. the japanese audio is making the experience so much fun and the translations, while not that different than localization, do still hv minor differences which just makes the experiences new

[artpikuuhnah]

It doesn’t matter if I missed father’s day I’m just so happy to be able to draw my bois ToT.

[toki-aah]

New mode is so freakin cute

[nightmaregg]

Don't reblog this, just take a screenshot and tag your OTPs

[cousinslavellan-archive]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Fire Emblem: If | Fire Emblem: Fates Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: My Unit | Kamui | Corrin/Takumi, Female My Unit | Avatar/Takumi Characters: My Unit | Kamui | Corrin, Takumi (Fire Emblem), Aqua | Azura Additional Tags: Snippets, Eventual Relationships, Slow Burn, Rating May Change Summary:

Reunited at the worst of times in the worst of ways, you'd think there'd be little attraction between the dragon princess and the silver-haired prince. And yet...

A collection of snippets/oneshots set throughout the game: I've only played Birthright, but plan to work more towards a Revelations story line.