『ADVENTERROR'S FIELD GUIDE - PORTED FROM SWATTPAD @tautologicalTechnique 』 『 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: DUBCON, X READER, FORCIBLE PALE, ASSERTIVE COMFORT) 』 CHROHM X READER // YCSHIPPING // FRONDFICTION // FEDRIK x READER // NSFW // QUAD MULTICLASS // PERISHED PEACEFLUTTER // BLACK AND PALE MULTIPAIRING ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ☆ ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < AUTHOR'S NOTE...mmffmm. Sorry for the delay this chapter!!! One of my moirails of four sweeps got chewed t'tangy little tiny bits and chunks by His Honorable Tyranny for tempt of court! Oh noooo!!! But...onto the fic!!! ( Ꮚ❖ꈊ❖Ꮚ); < The VVar Council shoulda ended hours ago...what in tarnation were the lot of 'em still doin' here...? It took a few moments fer it t'really click with ewe what this was even about...'n the thought got dismissed. Sensation overrode sensibility somethin' sorely suggestive... ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < FEDRIK's calloused hands passed over ya in metered measures...examining for scrapes, bruises...Y/C can't help but buckle back a little as he suddenly seizes Y/C's arm 'n tugs it forward tighter than a clobberin' fist 'o righteousness he'd drive into th'enemy...the clamp continued, as he started to...sink to ganderglobe level. The GREAT FRIGHT who once towered like a one man rovin' fortress on hoofback now ain't no more than a troll, his imposing armor gone from a monument to a frame. He becomes a livin' study in contradiction. His height no longer a weapon or a shield, but a length 'o limb folded neatly beneath him. ( Ꮚ❖ꈊ❖Ꮚ); <> <> <> <> JUST LIKE Y/C wouldn't all that mind bein'!!!!! (ᗜᏊಠꈊಠᏊ)¤=[]:::::> "CHROHM'S RIGHT, YOU KNOW," FEDRIK's hulking vigilance subsided and softened for just a moment. His frame, considerably larger than Y/C, felt as though it vanished the moment he knelt so gingerly in front of ewe. The sheer wall 'o his presences done up 'n collapsed inward on itself. "YOUR TACTICAL MIND WORKS TIRELESSLY...BUT SO DOES THAT OF OUR ENEMIES. YOU CANNOT DENY YOURSELF THE REPRIEVE OF REST. THEY WILL SEIZE IT. AND CAPTURE IT. AND PREY UPON YOUR MOMENT OF WEAKNESS TO ENSURE THAT IT IS YOUR LAST." There was a possessiveness t'the way he cradled you in his palms. His broad shoulders cinched up like he dreaded th'thought of loosenin' a grip on ewe fer even a moment... ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Just as Y/C up 'n worked th'courage t'confront his hands, improperly conspirin' t'mount a charge across yer thigh... ( Ꮚ❖ꈊ❖Ꮚ); <> <> <> <> REINFORCEMENTS!!!!!!! ( Ꮚ‾̀ꈊ ‾̀Ꮚ); < "...Now, FEDRIK. You can't be so harsh on Y/C...they've been through a lot. For our sake. For the SHEPHURTS. If anything were to happen to them...it would be on us to see to it they're protected and retrieved. Same as any SHEPHURTLER. Gentler hands should stir these waters." If the two hands mussyin' up Y/C's leg wasn't BAaaaaaaAAAAAAd enough...a rovin' set of royal-emblazoned fingertips were caressin' th'top of yer head. Pickin' out stray imaginary somethin somethins. ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Suddenly, the rush of hot breath... (ᗜᏊಠꈊಠᏊ)¤=[]:::::> "ARE YOU SAYING I PROVIDE SUBPAR CARE TO Y/C??? I RESENT THAT IMPLICATION. I COULD BE...GENTLER WITH THIS...WEAVING RIVER." ( Ꮚ‾̀ꈊ ‾̀Ꮚ); < CHROHM laughed. "You could stand to be. Yes." Tuggin' yer face into an awaitin' set 'o princely brasserie, th'royal menagerie incidentally pits ya right in line with a GREAT FRIGHT'S crotch as th'aforementioned storms back onto his feet, now a monolith again. Th'air itself thickens and compresses about yer skull, 'n horns, hardly blanketed by th'sweat-scented torso cheekily just behind yonder...CHROHM's hands tug around ya like a vanguard against harm. FERDIK goes back t'bein his usual self...a monument of offended pride... (ᗜᏊಠꈊಠᏊ)¤=[]:::::> "WE'LL SEE ABOUT THAT...WHAT WAS THAT YOU SAID ABOUT CHANGING INTO SOMETHING MORE COMFORTABLE? BY HAND? A GREAT FRIGHT OF THE SHEPHURTS WHO CANNOT HANDLE EVEN THIS IS HARDLY WORTH HIS BRINE FLAKES!!! BUT I WOULDN'T EXPECT A VIOLET SO INDELICATELY PAMPERED TO UNDERSTAND THAT." Uh oh!!! Y/C feels a scraping sensation...nails possessively curled about one side 'o yer head, just at the barest nuggatory base of the horns (so embarassin'n!!!) and tracin' back towards th'scalp...no matter where ya look...t'FEDRIK or t'CHROHM...both are complicit!!! A boilin' sort 'o hatred wellin' up with intent t'pale, RIGHT ON TOP OF Y/C!!!!! (P2/P??) #SWATTPAD #Vacillation #PaleSmut #TheWholeGuild #FullParty #NotEnoughInventorySpace #NSFW #YouAreOverencumbered!!! #XReader #FrondFiction #FE #FlayerEmblem #FEA #FE13 #CHROHM #ImpliedAU #CHROHMxREADER #FEDRIKxREADER #QUADMULTICLASS #AdventerrorsFieldGuide #CrossPosting #ScrawlThoughts #Drabbles
( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Special daggum thanks t' @archiveAddict , @watchingAuthor , @alopecoidTenacity 'n @passiveSerialization !!! I know this ain't no RO3 comment section...so pardon if my manners ain't minded...but I'd like t'dedicate P2 t'y'all...!!! Wouldn't be none if it weren't fer yer chipper words 'o encou-RAGE!!!!!! BBBBBaaaaaaAAAahhhHless you!!!!
Ah? - that's - unexpected... - Thank - you - Um - Hope - your moirail - gets - better - I - feel - flustered by the - honors - It - was - really - nothing - The writing - looks - well - written - this - time - as - well >
your prosenubs have captured my imagination + spirited my very senses to the wondrous world of flayer emblem. perhaps i will conscript you to play through the 13th edition just once more, dear bhildr. for my sake. "rechitted" for visibility, of course.