Hello! welcome to my fire emblem story, to let anyone know incase you all think this was stoled or whatever. This was originaly posted on (Freedom of Speech Fanfiction) Under my username "Sayachan" like this one.

So Enjoy!

WARNING: OCC'NESS(Since I might make the characters OCC), VIOLENCE, Maybe GORE I guess, LIME, and there might be LEMON scenes in this story, MIGHT CONTAIN LANGUNAGE. Probably some other stuff too.

If any of those aren't your cup of tea; turn away now. :

Disclaimer: I do not own Fire emblem, nor the characters. They belong to: Intelligent Systems. I only own the plot.

And the Oc.

Sorry, it's a bit slow in the beginning.

Full Summary:

"...She loves me, she loves me not. She.." He lean down towards the single pretty flower petal, opening up his mouth to bite down on it. Plucking it off the steam. "Loves me."

Oh, he knew~ he knew she loved him the same as he did, she just didn't know it yet or was just playing hard to get. Turning it into a Cat and Mouse game.

"Soon, you will belong to me, my little Maiden~"

Yandere! Henry/OC/Husband! Virion. (Originally A reader story.)


-2 years ago-

Mary was just a simple village maiden. A simple maiden that had a bright smile on her face just going out to the market where her brother worked at a fruit stand to pick up more apples for their Momma for dessert after dinner. She made the best apple pies in the whole wide world! She raised your free hand up over her mouth to cover up her giggling. She always got in a joyous mood when it comes to sweets or her favorite apple pie. Swinging her empty wooden basket in her other hand, back and forth, she can not wait to eat it-

She heard cries of help and laughing coming from the market area just up ahead. Now that you looked around. There's nobody in sight on the street! Her heartbeat sped up a bit wondering if she should run back to safety and the comfort of her home like a chicken with it's head cut off or be like her late father and bravely run into danger where there maybe, could be, she nodded, scary bandits that could kill her with a swing of a axe.

….

The former sounds more tempting to her.

BUT WAIT, her dear younger brother is in the market. She can't back out now! Her father told her to look after her younger brother, Marcus. She should not be running away. She would break a arm or two, or was it tooth and nail? To save him!

With sudden rush of adrenaline Mary dropped her empty basket and grabbed onto her skirt lifting it up a bit then started pushing her legs to run full speed ahead towards the market where she heard…swords clashing? And was that the sound of thunder she heard?!


"Chrom, I hear someone else coming this way!" A girl with pink-hair called out towards the blue-haired leader who had just finished cutting down a Bandit.

"What! could there be more of them?"

A girl came out running from out between buildings with a brave on look her face. She stopped to look around for her brother. But then she froze feeling a hand clamp down onto her shoulder she started panicking filled with fear. She screamed in fright.

"DONTHURTMEIMJUSTAYOUNGGIRLWHOHASHER -" (translation: Don't hurt me I'm just a young girl who has her-)

"Calm down. I'm not going to harm you."

Mary turned around to look at the person who spoke behind her to jump back away.

"P-prince Chrom!" She took a step back once more with a red blush staining her cheeks from embarrassing herself around the prince. She bowed down

"Why are you here? You need to escape somewhere safe! It's too dangerous here." Chrom exclaimed with a worried expression.

"I'm sorry, your highness. As much as I'd like to I have to find my little brother!" After she said that, she looked around her surroundings to find a weapon to use to defend herself.

That's when she heard the sound of her brothers terrified voice calling out for her.


What do you guys think? I'm currently working on chapter 2 right now, if you guys liked it: go ahead and leave a review if you want to.

Also ConCrit would be most appreciated!

Thank you!

And sorry it's so short, I'll try to make the other one longer. :