“He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.” - The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Can we have a jealousy prompt with Hubert and Sylvain pls
Hubert: He wasn’t mad, honestly. He trusted you. He knew you’d never do anything to challenge his feelings or make him doubt your loyalty.
As you would for him.
What annoyed him, slightly, was that there were far too many men and women who showed complete and utter disregard for the wedding ring on your finger.
It would be driving him up a wall if he weren’t so well composed. He would be seething and tensed from head to toe, ready to launch at those who would compete for your hand and engage with them physically. But he was no brute, and he wasn’t a jealous person. No, he was calm. Perfectly calm. Everything was fine.
You weren’t aware of just how absolutely false all of his allegations were until you noticed the swarm of people vying for your attention awkwardly shifted away.
He was glaring deadly daggers into the backs of those who surrounded you. The man looked like he was plotting a thousand different ways to murder them, one by one.
Judging by how he was only saving that stare for the strangers, you could piece together what the problem was.
Especially how it faded away once he realized you were walking up to him, the social gathering of nobility being reduced to just the two of you, in yours and his eyes.
“Hubert,” You called to him with your sweetest, most patient voice, taking his hand that was politely outstretched to receive you.
“You seemed to be enjoying yourself. I trust they weren’t too exhausting in their worthless chatter?”
“Not at all. Many of them were very kind. Lots of compliments on our handling of the war efforts and the current reconstruction.”
“I’m sure they weren’t directed towards ‘us’.” He nodded to the Black Eagles socializing in the castle hall, cheery and jovial despite Hubert’s expression.
You smiled knowingly, “No, they were specifically congratulating myself. Some of them even went so far as to compliment my hair, and my dress...one lovely noblewoman said she was quite taken with me.”
Hubert’s glare snapped back into place in an instant.
“What?! Whom- what insolent wretch would dare say such disrespectful things to my Byle-”
He stopped cold when your hand cupped his cheek, finding a very amused grin on your lips. Ah.
He’d been had.
“You’re jealous, Hue.”
His scoff was forced; even he could tell. “You speak nonsense, woman.”
“It’s okay to be jealous. They were being a little overbearing. If a swarm of hopeful suitors were doing the same to you, I’d be glaring at them with just as much fervor.”
He recovered himself some with your words. Your hands fell to his shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze.
“You’ve nothing to worry about, my love. I know where my loyalties lie, and I’m not worried about others trying to come onto me or you.”
“It’s the audacity of the fools.” He grumbled, “I know you wouldn’t dare attempt such a thing, gallivanting away with an inferior maggot. But for them to think they have even a modicum of a chance with you is...offensive, in every sense of the word.”
“Thank you for defending my honor.” You laughed quietly with his intense sincerity. “Perhaps we should simply stay side by side for future social gatherings, hm? Then we don’t have to worry about anyone acting a fool and trying to take my hand.”
“Indeed.” He linked his arm with yours, the pair of you returning to the social circle (for a few minutes more, anyways. You and Hubert could only stomach these things for so long). “But there is something we should make them well aware of.”
“What’s that?”
“I wouldn’t let anyone take your hand from mine...ever.”
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Sylvain: It wouldn’t be fair for him to be jealous. After all, he’d spent his fair share of time running about, chasing skirts and wanting to get his hands on as many lovely ladies as humanly possible.
It wasn’t really his place to be jealous; he was the last person who deserved to be, and as a result, he tried to be as laid back as possible when it came to people trying to win over your heart.
You, the Archbishop of Fodlan, the woman who had married him the same day you were inaugurated as the religious leader of an entire continent.
The fact that you chose him over everyone else was proof enough that he had nothing to worry about. Yet at the same time, that also bothered him.
The fact that you could have chosen literally anyone else over him meant that there was a little bit of insecurity nagging at the back of his mind at all times.
Especially right now, as princes from faraway lands and nobility with far greater swathes of land than he were making your acquaintance, each of them vying for your attention. It was shameless.
Sylvain was about at the end of his rope.
So he decided it was far past time to rescue you from this mess that he was witnessing, fighting his way through the tumultuous waves o f b o dies that seemed to get harder to fight through every second.
But he could see your mint green hair from above the crowd, just barely, convincing him to keep fighting.
And eventually, he popped out rather unceremoniously on the other side.
He found himself blinking up at the Archbishop, who stared at him with the usual blank, cool and calculated gaze.
“Yes, Sylvain?”
“Ah, Archbishop,” He straightened himself up, offering an arm for you to take, “Seteth was calling for you. It appears you have some urgent matters to attend to.”
“The head of the church never has time for rest, eh?” A nobleman laughed, “You do us proud with your dedicated servitude, my lady. We will be sure to donate handsomely to the Church, this spring.”
“Your kindness will be remembered fondly.” You nodded to him in gratitude, which irked your husband more than he was willing to admit.
He led you away from the crowd with far more ease than he had butting his way in, though the Archbishop did deserve a bit more respect and care than, say, her husband.
He’d have a word with you about that in the meantime.
“What is it that Seteth needed? I wasn’t scheduled for anything else until-”
“It’s urgent, trust me.” Sylvain assured you as he escorted you down the hall.
“Shouldn’t we pick up the pace a bit, then?”
You were strolling away at a rather casual pace, after all. Sylvain cleared his throat, looking away. “I suppose we should.”
“Unless...this isn’t urgent at all.”
“It is!”
“But he isn’t the one who summoned me away, is he?”
“Well…”
“Sylvain.” You stopped him in his tracks, pulling him around the corner away from sight. You turned to face him, taking hold of both his hands to force his gaze on yours.
A gaze that, when he met it, found that you already had the answer to your question.
“You didn’t want me talking to all those people, did you?”
He blushed softly, a forcibly amused smile curling his lips upward. “You’ve foiled my plans far quicker than I anticipated.”
“Why?” You pressed him, cool and calm as ever. It drove him up a wall sometimes how you were able to maintain your poker face so effortlessly.
“W-well, I just don’t like the way they’re acting around you. As though you’re not someone to be treated with the utmost respect!” He argued weakly, “They’re all over you, trying to buy you with favors and gifts, offering you land and wealth and all these things in exchange for your hand, or at the very least an opportunity to court you! You, a married woman!”
“Well, there isn’t an exact law that would prohibit me from doing so,” You said in an off-handed comment that made his stomach drop. “Technically there isn’t any law stating whether I am allowed to marry or not. The whole thing is rather dubious. I doubt Rhea intended for anyone else to be by her side, besides Sothis…”
“You’re rambling a bit here, By.”
“Forgive me.” You smiled up at him, but it didn’t set his heart at ease
“So you could really have whoever you wanted, then, huh? Seeing as there isn’t anything stopping you.’
“You’re wrong- there's one thing keeping me away from all those other suitors; it’s my husband.”
He paused, processing your words. “But the laws aren't’-”
“They aren’t specific, but it doesn’t matter. When we married, we swore to be each other’s one and only. I have no intention of changing that. Do you?”
“N-no, of course not! I would never be able to find somebody even half as great as you are!”
“I suppose not, but you were always quite the skirt chaser.”
“Hey, I haven’t ogled any women or hit on a single soul since we were married!” He swore, So don’t go blaming me for the sins of my past self!”
You laughed, “Sorry. I suppose that was unfair, wasn’t it?”
“You’re damn right it was unfair.’ He agreed, “I suppose you’ll just have to apologize with a kiss.”
“Sounds fair,”
“And promise to keep all those disgusting, shameless jerks away from you.”
“Well it’s a summit, so it may be difficult to avoid-”
“If you can’t promise me everything, it’s not worth doing!!”
“Sylvain….”
He didn’t know if you were annoyed but pleased, or just amazed that your husband was the definition of a dolt.
He was very lucky that you loved him (more than he realized).
Can we get one of ricken's reaction to Robin being pregnant please
(This is how I view post-Grima Ricken, for reference: http://37.media.tumblr.com/f714cfcea99e30463ec1f3bee69acdcc/tumblr_n63uuhKYUB1t7x5k0o1_500.jpg)
It took three years for you to come home, but the day you returned you realized a lot had changed. The biggest shift was having to crane your neck to look up at your husband, who was now a solid foot taller than you.
He hit that last minute growth spurt, and he hit it hard. But what hadn’t changed was his soft heart, that which brought him to tears the second he saw you in the field of flowers.
You returned home hand in hand, refusing to let alone another go for even a moment. So for you, it wasn’t any wonder why you were pregnant just a few months after coming home. When Lissa broke the news to you it almost wasn’t a surprise.
But for Ricken...well, you weren’t sure how he’d take it.
“I’ve only returned for a short while.” You spoke quietly with your dear friend, “I don’t know how he’s going to take it, you know?”
“I can’t imagine Ricken being anything but absolutely thrilled! Who wouldn’t be?” She giggled when you looked so very bothered, “Come on, Robin! Have a little faith in him. He’s all grown up and then some. I'm sure he’ll be simply delighted that you’re going to be super pregnant in a couple weeks’ time!”
“A couple weeks?” You repeated with a furrowed brow.
“Well, yeah! I mean, you’re already at least a month and a half along, judging by the results here…” She skimmed over the parchment in her hands, double checking the maternity tome in the other. “Yep yep, it’s gonna be a couple more weeks and you’ll be showing!”
“Oh, dear.” You ran a hand through your hair, “So the sooner I tell him the better, right?”
Lissa’s hand fell to your shoulder with a reassuring smile. “I think you’ll have to, but...I mean, it’s not like it’ll be a bad thing. You know how Morgan’ll turn out, and even though he’ll be a newborn, I’m sure he’ll be just as sweet as he is in the future! Ricken will be happy no matter what.”
You appreciated the confidence, but you still had an uneasy feeling in your stomach. Ricken had been so very over the moon when you finally returned.
How often had he talked about wanting you to himself for a while? How he couldn’t bear to leave you alone for even a few hours. The man was stuck to you like glue, and had zero intentions of sharing you with anyone else.
He’d only been able to keep you for himself for a few months. Chrom and the Shepherds might have been able to steal you away for various council meetings, strategy sessions, tea times and the like, but at the end of the day, your time belonged to Ricken.
You hardly complained; the feeling was mutual. You spent so much time away from Ricken already, and to see he felt as heartbroken as you did by the time apart, you would give anything to stay with him as long as possible.
But the honeymoon phase was hurtling towards an abrupt end. You were over the moon that your Morgan was on his way, but you would be remiss if you didn’t wish to have Ricken to yourself a little while longer.
The only thing that remained on your mind was worrying over how Ricken would respond to the news.
You only hoped he wouldn’t be too upset.
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Dinner had only just been completed when the door flung open and your husband’s anxiously excited voice broke through the silence.
“Robin! I’m home!!”
You couldn’t help smiling. How pure and joyful he was.
“Are you here?”
“I’m in the kitchen.”
“Oh!” A mop of red hair popped up in the doorframe, the just-removed hat whisping wild strands about his face. “I was worried you wouldn’t be here.”
“Why’s that?”
“You’ve been getting busier lately since Chrom’s been giving you more and more to do. Seems the grace period for your return home is starting to wear off, huh?”
“Well, I needed to get back to work sooner or later.” You replied as his arms came around your waist. You were more conscious of the little life growing inside you when his hands rested just below your middle. A stark reminder of the conversation looming ahead.
“Yeah, but...I mean, don’t you wish you didn’t have to work for just a little while longer? It feels like you just got back, even if it’s been a few months, and...I don’t know. I just...like getting to spend all this time with you.”
“I feel the same. It’s not nearly enough to make up for what we lost.” You sighed softly, turning in his arms. He held you against the counter, his tall, silly self peering down at you from his newfound height. He smiled, though his eyes betrayed the sorrow.
Gently you held his face in your hands, your tender husband leaning into your touch with just a hint of a pout.
“Let’s make the most of what we’ve got then, right? How about you and I both take a week off, and go on vacation? Somewhere nobody can get to us...like the beaches in Valm, or maybe even a trip up to the Feroxi mountains? I hear they’re beautiful in the summertime.”
“I just started back to work two weeks ago!” You laughed, pinching his cheeks. “I’m not gonna get away with asking for a week off! If Chrom doesn’t string me up for even asking, Frederick definitely will!”
“I know…” He huffed, and buried his face in your shoulder. It was a feat in itself considering he easily had a head over you, now. Still took some getting used to.
You glanced outside, where the sun had almost disappeared. The sooner you got this news over with, the better. Even with his complaints of desiring more time with you, it had to be done.
Morgan was gonna show up either way. Best he’d be prepared for it.
“Let’s eat dinner before it gets cold, Ricken. Then we can strategize how to sneak off to a remote vacation.” You joked. His eyes glimmered regardless, that sweet puppy face impossible to miss.
“Yes, ma’am!”
Dinner went smoothly and without a hitch, but Ricken noticed you picked at your food more than you ate it. When dessert came around, you hardly seemed interested in the tarts, at all. In fact, you seemed incredibly distracted.
Ricken was worried. You didn’t pick up on it until you looked up from your food to find a deep frown on his face.
“W-what is it?”
“You’re thinking really hard about something, Robin. I’d like to know what it is.” He spoke softly, but in a firm way that suggested no escape.
You set your utensils down with a soft sigh, a huff of breath that didn’t escape his notice. You chewed the inside of your cheek in search of words. There wouldn’t be a point in putting it off. The sooner he knew the better, after all.
He’d find out in a few weeks’ time.
“I...spoke with Lissa today about how I’ve been feeling a little off, lately.”
The fork clattered into the plate loudly enough you jumped.
“You’ve been feeling ‘off’?”
“Just a little under the weather-”
“Sick?!”
“Ricken-”
His face was ashen. He stared at you as though you’d grown a second head, utterly mortified by the words you had just spoken.
“What do you mean you’ve been- why didn’t you tell me sooner?! This is serious!”
“I thought I was just catching some stomach virus, or something- it wasn’t bad enough to worry about! Besides, that’s not what I was thinking at all, especially after I spoke with Lissa.”
“What were you thinking, then?” He huffed, exasperated by how calm you were. He had come around the table and had his hands on your shoulders, examining you himself. The worry swimming in his eyes stung you with guilt. But it wouldn’t last long if you could help it.
You covered his hands with yours, gently removing them from your shoulders and squeezing them tight. “I was thinking...that I might be with child.”
His fingers gripped yours suddenly.
“A-and...?”
You broke into a smile. He gasped.
“You’re-?!”
You nodded, biting back a laugh.
“Oh my gods, Robin!!” He exclaimed, his entire face lighting up with joy. “Robin, you’re pregnant!!”
“I’m pregnant.” You confirmed with a happy chuckle. He flung his arms around you and buried his face in your chest, laughing loudly and cheering as though he’d won a war single handedly.
“I can’t believe it!! I can’t believe it- you’re really-!! You’re really with child! Morgan’s really gonna be…!” He nuzzled into you, bowing his head and peppering kisses along your middle. “This is the greatest day of my life!”
To say you were relieved was an understatement. It looked like all that worrying wasn’t necessary at all, something you were so very grateful for.
“You’re not upset, are you?” You asked him cautiously, just to cover your bases. You were far from correct, thankfully, when Ricken looked up at you with tears in his eyes.
“Upset? How could I ever be upset? My wife is carrying our baby! Our son!!” He beamed up at you with all the love in the world.
You shook your head, “I mean, I haven’t been home that long. I know you want to spend as much time with me as possible, but that will be interrupted not too long from now.”
“It will be ‘interrupted’ by the baby you and I brought into this world together. So we’ll take care of him together! If anything I’ll be spending even more time with you to make sure you’re okay, and that Morgan grows up big and strong. There’s nothing for you to worry about!”
“I’m not the one who’s worried…” You shook your head with a disbelieving smile. Though there was clear relief in your gaze, which Ricken noted.
He kissed you softly, “Robin, I am so very happy that we’re having Morgan now. I can’t believe that it’s finally becoming reality, you know? That’s what I’m the most happy about. It always seemed like such a faraway dream, even after we met our son from the future, but now? Ha, i-it’s really coming true!”
“It’s like a dream,” You admitted in a quiet voice, running your fingers through soft ginger hair. He couldn’t agree more, snuggling into your neck, little kisses brushing your collarbone.
“Our dream come true,” He sighed happily, Thank you so much, Robin. I love you so dearly!”
You kissed the top of his head, hugging him close.
Is there any angst prompts?? Cos if there isnt, I have an idea for one! How about the good ol possession prompt but Freddybear's the one getting stuck with the spell this time? :3c
(Word I love this prompt so much it never gets old ;; _ ;; )
The remains of the Grimleal were not willing to go without a fight. That’s why you were still rallying the Shepherds even a year after the final battle ended. Your team of friends and allies were tasked with clearing out the remaining cultists, to find true peace among the nations.
But when they weren’t going without fighting, they meant it. Tooth and nail, those men and women of Grima would use every tactic imaginable to try and maintain their dwindling numbers. You had been ambushed, trapped and hexed a number of times on the warpath, but as you were coming to the end of your journey, with every victory mounting, they were becoming more and more desperate.
You told everyone that they needed to remain vigilant, that black magic was not to be taken lightly , and that it would be unwise to underestimate what they would do. But it was when the penultimate battle arrived. You were closing in on their last stronghold, their last underground hideout.
But you didn’t even make it to the front gates before the traps were set. In an instant, you were under attack. And the black magic that enveloped you was merciless.
Frederick was at your side without skipping a beat, refusing to let anyone touch you. He’d come this far with you by his side despite everything. He scoffed at the idea someone less than the Fell Dragon herself could take you away.
So when a hex was hurtling towards your flank, Frederick leapt in the way without hesitation. You heard a mangled shout of your name...then your husband was a blur of blood and armor past your vision.
“FREDERICK-!!”
Your legs moved on their own. He crashed to the dirt violently, sending your heart into a frenzy. Shepherds had moved in to cover the two of you, someone shouting for a healer amidst the chaos. Your concern, however, was the unmoving heap of man that careened into the ground.
“Frederick- gods, Frederick!!” Your hands were on his shoulder, trying to pull him to his back and assess his wounds. He was still breathing, at least. Nothing appeared to be broken...perhaps the blow wasn’t as bad as it looked.
The thought crossed your mind for all of two seconds before all hell broke loose.
Frederick suddenly twisted around and a lance swung straight at your face. You leapt back and stumbled to your back, eyes wide. Strands of your hair flittered away in front of you.
“F-Frederick?”
He rose to his feet, curled over himself and moving with jerking limbs. He resembled a poorly handled puppet.
A puppet.
You stared at him when your eyes locked. They were no longer soft and warm, no longer a sweet brown color. They were black voids.
Your husband was no longer himself.
You called his name to no avail. The man was swinging his spear at you with no quarter. You dodged and parried what attacks you could, struggling to hold your own. Frederick was your equal, though his strength always surpassed yours due to his sheer size. Now that he was imbued with black magic, though...it was like you were fighting against a beast.
Every blow that you met head on made your arms shake, jolts of pain shooting up your bones.
“Frederick- snap out of it!!” You blasted him with an Arcwind, in an attempt to push him back and create distance. It cracked through his armor, but he didn’t stop. In fact, he didn’t so much as take a step back.
He pushed through the blast and charged at you.
You were able to jump out of the way of his blade, narrowly avoiding your vitals when the metal grazed your side.
The ground was unsteady below your feet. You yelped when your ankle twisted, stumbling to the ground. Frederick heard that sound, and within seconds he was on you and towering above your crumpled form.
You couldn’t even process what was happening.
He was okay, he was beside you. Then he was blasted away, and hexed, and...now he was standing over you, the lance poised to deal a critical blow.
‘This can’t be it.’
You stared up at his lifeless eyes, crying out to him in hopelessness. Begging him to fight.
The lance came swinging down.
‘Can it?’
You squeezed your eyes shut, bracing for your untimely death. But the final blow never came. In place of metal tearing through your skin, you heard the lance trembling in his hands. The heavy grunting that hit your ears made you realize that he hadn’t struck you.
Slowly, almost afraid to, you opened your eyes. You were staring down the tip of his lance, which was centimeters away. His whole body was shaking, his face twisted as though in great pain.
F-Freddy…?”
“Robin-!!” His voice was a mangled choke, but it was his voice. “Get…help...! I c-can’t hold...t-this…!”
Understanding and fear filled your eyes, watching the struggle that Frederick was beginning to lose. The trembling was worsening, his jaw clenched with great strain, trying desperately to hold onto himself. To protect you from what he became.
“P-please!” The spear jerked away, for only a second, “Go!!”
There was no time to waste.
You broke away from your husband before you could even think to reply. He needed help. You needed to help him. Both your lives were on the line.
The pain in his eyes, how frightened he was speaking those few words...gods, that expression would haunt you for many nights to come.
Pain shot up your ankle with every step, sprinting through the forest. It was no minor task. Tears stung your eyes, the adrenaline nowhere near enough to numb the pain in every step. Though to be fair, you were sure that sprinting on a busted ankle wasn’t something that adrenaline could pretend wasn’t happening for very long.
You burst through the trees, calling out for someone- anyone- something that can slow down the murderous rampage that was crashing through the earth after you.
The metal clanking echoed through the brush; he wasn’t able to hold it very long, after all. You poured on what speed you could, tears flowing freely, jaw clenched so tight your teeth hurt. You were struggling so very hard to keep yourself together.
It wasn’t enough time.
“Robin!!”
You brought blurry eyes up in search of the source. Suddenly you were grabbed by your arm and jerked off to the side, nearly pulling you off your feet.
The strong arms you fell into took you behind a very handsome horse, and you found yourself staring up at a very flustered and furious-looking Maribelle.
“Mari-”
“What were you thinking?!”
“W...what?”
“Your leg- your rabid husband! What made you think running on that ankle was a good idea?!” She pressed you into the ground, setting you firmly in the grass. “Don’t move anymore- you’ll only make it worse!”
“He’s chasing me down to kill me- what was I supposed to do?!”
“Wait for me to get to you!! I saw what happened to begin with- if I knew you’d be running off in the opposite direction from where I was coming from, I would have gotten to you sooner!”
She huffed at you as though you’d inconvenienced the noblewoman with your mere existence. You were mostly confused, but were more worried about her as she squared off against Frederick.
The man who was still sprinting after you, still possessed and ready to kill. It sent shivers down your spine to see that dead stare in eyes that were no longer his own.
“It’s a nasty hex,” Maribelle declared, a blade in one hand and a stave in the other. “But it’s nothing that can’t be stopped!”
Frederick seemed to slow when he recognized a new target, something standing between you and him. The sword pointed to his chest, and he was immediately steeled against it.
He charged at her without hesitation. Her golden curls dove to the ground as she gracefully dodged each blow. You stared in awe as she calculated her next moves, searching for an opening to bring him down long enough to undo the curse.
Maribelle was always capable, and you had an infinite amount of trust in her abilities. But gods, if it wasn’t breathtaking to watch her in action.
Again and again Frederick struck at her, but if she hadn’t parried the attack she simply dodged it as if it were nothing. She was completely focused, unable to be swayed.
The opportunity arrived. Maribelle parried a swing that brought Frederick stumbling downwards, and with his head just at the proper height, she promptly struck him with the butt of her stave.
The Great Knight was rendered unconscious.
She straightened herself up with a huff, hands on her hips when her weapon was sheathed. Maribelle glanced at you, flipped her hair back and wore her usual elegant smile.
“See? Nothing to it, darling.”
You couldn’t even find words to describe what you witnessed. But Maribelle was far more preoccupied with handling Frederick. She turned him over on his back, held the stave over his face, and got to work.
For a little while you watched from where you remained on the ground, waiting to see what would happen. But you wanted to make sure he was okay more so than worried he’d suddenly lash out and attack you again.
You inched closer, mindful of your ruined ankle, waiting for your husband’s eyes to open. You came to sit beside the mage while she worked, observing her efforts to fix him.
“You shouldn’t be moving, you know. You’ll only make it more difficult for me to repair your injuries.” Maribelle chided you gently. “Though, I suppose I can’t blame you for wanting to make sure he will be all right. I can hardly imagine how terrible your experience must have been.”
You only nodded as she spoke, huddled over Frederick and waiting with baited breath for him to come back to you.
The pain in his face started to relax, and his body softened beneath cracked armor. For seconds that went far too slowly, he did not stutter or shift.
But eventually, finally, there was a change. His fingers twitched in your hand, prompting you to look hopefully to your husband’s face. His jaw clenched and unclenched, his brow furrowed, and then there was a gasp.
A soft exhale, a sharp intake of breath, and then...open eyes.
“...Urgh...wha…”
“Frederick?” You called his name cautiously, squeezing his hand in reassurance. He blinked rapidly again and again, squinting at the sky and trying to gather his bearings. He realized he was on his back, that his body was incredibly sore, and that there was someone holding his hand.
His wife was holding his hand.
His eyes widened.
His wife.
“Robin-”
“Be at ease, Captain.” Maribelle pushed down on his shoulder in a not-so-subtle message for him to stay still. “You mustn’t rush yourself, lest you risk harming yourself more.”
“I was...Robin was…”
“I’m okay.” You spoke up, touching his cheek. Frederick turned into your hand and found your gaze immediately, staring up at you and meeting your misty eyes. How worried you looked.
Frederick managed a soft sigh, relieved to see you still in one piece. “Thank the gods…” He trailed off, and swallowed thickly.
“Do you remember what happened?”
“The last I c-can recall is...that blast, and then...something took over me. I was able to stop myself from attacking you, if only a moment.”
“It was brief, but it was what we needed to get her help.”
Frederick nodded quietly, truly relieved that the crisis was over and he was back in his own self. Having to watch you be attacked, having to try desperately to fend off whatever curse had possessed him, all while watching you flee for your life...it was agonizing.
He wasn’t sure if he could ever fully admit to you the whirlwind of pain and emotion that engulfed him that day.
But you seemed to be perfectly glad that you were holding his hand at all, let alone if he was in a state of good health. He tightened his grip on your delicate fingers, drawing your attention to his once more.
“Your leg,” He started, worry creasing his brow, “I saw you stumble.”
You smiled, a disbelieving chuckle escaping you. “Worry about yourself, for once- you were just possessed and yet the first thing on your mind is my injuries? You’re the one flat on their back, not me.”
Frederick shook his head and drew your hand to his lips. Maribelle had the decency to leave the two of you be to retrieve some more medicine (though she did scoff on her way).
“Your safety and h-health is always at the forefront of my mind. I know m-my strength was...overwhelming under that curse. I was afraid I would harm you b-before I could stop it…”
“I’m all right. Nothing a few bandages and some rest won’t fix.” You assured him, giving him the best smile your exhausted self could. At least he was in good enough spirits to return it.
Maribelle helped the two of you return to camp after that, Frederick slumped over your shoulder on the horse while the life-saving noblewoman led you both back to safety. Being received by a crowd of worried Shepherds was relieving enough, but to know the battle was over and the rest of the hideout was vacated was the cherry on top.
The war being waged against the last of them was far from over, but at least you could continue knowing that you and your husband could brave the storm together.
It would be a little while before Frederick felt compelled to return to the battlefield, though. After that battle you found him clinging tightly to you at night, and still sleeping beside you when you woke. He was greatly bothered by what had happened.
You couldn’t blame him. He’d nearly taken your life with his own hands, regardless of who was in control of his body. You comforted him all you could, whispering promises that all was well, that he was all right, and that everything would be okay.
He was deeply loved, and you trusted him without hesitation. He needn’t be afraid of such a terrible thing, any longer. And you would kiss him as many times as needed until he believed it.
ahhhh can we get Felix with the wife who can’t walk after wedding night, he would be so shocked
(He would be mortified lmfao)
When you said the words “I can’t walk” with flushed cheeks and an averted gaze, Felix took a little longer than normal to formulate a response.
When he finally put the pieces together, though...well that was a different story.
You could practically watch the red creep up his body from his toes to his nose, his eyes widening and mouth falling agape with the realization of what he’d done to you.
To put it simply, he got a little too excited for your wedding night.
“It’s...it’s not that big a deal, Felix.”
“Are you kidding me?” He groaned, collapsing onto the bedside and burying his face in his hands. “I just paralyzed the Archbishop of Fodlan. I’m definitely going to all nine Hells.”
“You’re just...a passionate man.” You attempted to ease his guilt and embarrassment. Unfortunately that just earned you a flushed glare. “I’m not joking, I swear. I’ve heard rumors that this can happen on your wedding night, so I’m not surprised.”
“B-but you didn’t do the same to me, so I don’t-!”
“Well, darling, you weren’t exactly under me. Not this time.” You added with a wink. Felix wanted to curl up and die.
“Oh my God. How are you so flippant about this? You have duties today, don’t you? Seteth’s gonna kill me when he finds out what I did to you.”
“You performed your duties as a husband flawlessly.” You hummed, “And you can tell him that if he asks.”
He shook his head, ignoring your smooth reply. You shifted over from where you laid, the thin sheet leaving little to the imagination even as you wrapped it around your chest. Then you slid up to his side and ran your fingers along his shoulders ,kneading them gently.
“I promise, it’s not that bad. I’ll be just fine after some rest and relaxation, especially if you’re beside me.”
“You intend to shirk your duties on your first day?”
“Well, I can’t exactly go out and take care of them, can I?” You pointed out with a teasing grin. He groaned and buried his face in his hands.
“Come on, By…”
“I promise it’s okay. And I pulled quite a few strings to ensure I wouldn’t have to work today, anyways. We’re allowed to have a honeymoon, you know. I may be Archbishop, but I’m also your wife. Seteth understands the sanctity of marriage...even if he complains about the inconvenience.”
You added the last part with a giggle, which drew your new husband’s attention back to you.
How you managed to sound so carefree when he was the whole reason you were in this debacle, he didn’t know. But the sweet sound did make his heart skip a beat.
Though he’d already started having palpitations when you informed him of your condition.
“W-well...how many days do you have off, then?”
“I’ve been given 14 days.”
“That’s a proper honeymoon.” His eyes widened as though impressed. You nodded in agreement, although he was hesitant. After all… “How did you pull that off?”
“I told you, Seteth understands. And I may have called in a few favors.”
“How many?”
“Let’s just say Seteth and Flayn will have a very handsome, luxurious cottage deep in the mountains once he retires.”
Felix seemed impressed, but you were more preoccupied with trying to force him back to bed. You slid your arms around him, hands lingering on his chest, drawing him backwards so you might snuggle up with him a little while longer.
“Come back to bed.” You whispered, and kissed the nape of his neck. “I want you to stay a little while longer.”
“C-come on, now...that’s not fair.” He grumbled, but showed no signs of fighting against your wishes. You grinned, letting the sheet slip between you (like he needed you to be even more inviting).
“We have a whole two weeks together. Plenty of time for me to build up some strength and endurance for our future battles. Heh.”
“Not funny.”
“No?”
He kissed you, the gesture searing and sweet. You returned it with a happy hum, pulling him into your arms and welcoming him into a scandalous embrace.
Are we back on MU can't walk after wedding night? Would it be possible to write one for Saizo? Thanks, I love your writing!!
(And we are back on our normal posting schedule of nonsense and fluff, ladies and gents!)
You were absolutely exhausted, from head to toe. The worst part was that Saizo had up and left that morning, long before you woke up.
So you were sore beyond belief, your legs were like those of a baby deer, and you didn’t even have a handsome husband to comfort you in your time of need. Looking out the window, you realized the sun had only just come up. Perhaps he went to train and perform his early morning duties.
Surely he would be on his way back at some point. You opted to stay there and wait (like you could do anything else).
Eventually, the door opened, and it was roughly nine in the morning when he finally returned. He looked well rested, happy and filled with energy. It wouldn’t be a stretch to suggest you were jealous. Namely because he was the one who did this...and he didn’t even have a single problem.
“Ah, Corrin. I’m surprised to see you still in bed.” He commented coolly, trading out his training garb for his uniform. You held your tongue to keep from snapping at him.
Instead you shifted in bed, the sheet hanging below your shoulders, which were pleasantly bare.
Saizo may have let his gaze linger longer than intended.
“I thought you didn’t want me to go anywhere.” You said with a shrug, “Considering I can’t do much of anything, today.”
“What are you talking about?” He quirked an eyebrow, expecting you to explain. You gestured to your legs.
“Whatever you did to me last night...I can’t really walk, this morning.”
Saizo stared, and you watched his face go from normal to dark red in real time.
“W-what?!”
“You ran me ragged last night, dear.” You sighed, “I can’t walk.”
“I...you-?” He looked like he was trying not to laugh and crumple up from being completely mortified, all in real time.
He came closer to you, as if to test your statement. The pout on your lips was unbelievably adorable. But there would be no distracting him from the reality of the situation.
His sharp eye located the stiff posture, the barely visible quiver of your legs, and the litany of red marks that decorated your skin from the neck down (at least, he assumed they went pretty far down...he lacked in self-control last night).
“”Well, Saizo? What have you got to say for yourself?” You crossed your arms in faux annoyance. Saizo bowed his head, and pressed his hands together.
“I must apologize. I did not mean to incapacitate you on our first day as newlyweds. I have failed in my duty as your husband to protect you and keep you healthy. To have bedridden you like this is unacceptable, regardless of how beautiful you are.”
Your cheeks heated at the last comment; he could be genuinely sweet when he was unguarded. You made sure to lock away that line of his for a long time.
“I...i-it’s...it’s fine.” You managed, “But I guess we need to decide on what to do, next. So what’s the remedy?” You sat up in bed and tucked the sheet around your naked chest (to Saizo’s dismay).
“‘What to do next’...?” He echoed with uncertainty. Though to be fair, his faze was transfixed on the sheet...and likely what lied beneath.
“Yes, Saizo, what do we do? I’m assuming you have some sort of ninja remedy for this, right? I can’t be the only ninja’s wife who’s experienced this.”
“Well…” Saizo trailed off, trying to think back.
Any time he’d been given a conversation about intercourse, or he overheard others bragging about their “exploits”, he didn’t recall a remedy.
“...Saizo, you’re making me worry the longer you’re not talking to me.”
“That’s...because I can’t think of anything.”
“Come again?”
“When ninjas wed, it’s usually to other ninjas. They’re trained to handle more….intense...er…well. You know.” His face competed with his hair for who could be the most red. You were about to pop.
“You mean there’s nothing you can do about this? You can’t take any sort of responsibility?”
“I didn’t say that...I’m just saying there’s no quick fix.” He explained without skipping a beat. He sank onto the bed beside you, carding his fingers through your hair. “I’m afraid the best I can do now is offer my sincere apologies. I should have been more gentle with you for our first night together.”
“I don’t think that’s all you can do.” You said, leaning into his hand. He quirked an eyebrow, coming back into himself now that he was over the slump of utter embarrassment.
You shifted closer to him, and wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing your chest to his.
“I think you’re going to dote on me all day, today. Whatever I need, you will have to provide.”
“I don’t know if that’s a possib-”
“Saizo, you’ve forced me to be bedridden, today. You’re going to have to make some time to take care of your wife.” You reminded him, poking his cheek. Saizo stared at you in bewilderment. Were you really being serious?
Then again, hearing you refer to yourself as his wife...it did soften his heart so.
“Very well,” He agreed, his hands gliding down to your hips to hold you in place. You snuggled up to him, your noses touching and reminding him that his wife was absolutely adorable (heh...his wife).
“I’ll be expecting breakfast and a massage within the hour.” You decreed upon his concession to your demands. He rolled his eyes.
“You’re such a spoiled brat.”
“Hey, you don’t get to talk down to me after what you did. You’re in the doghouse right now.”
“Yes, of course. Forgive my impertinence.” He kissed you with a lingering heat, a not-so-gentle reminder that he did love you very deeply...and found you unbearably attractive. “...I’ll be back with some food and oil. Don’t go anywhere.”
You pinched his side. “Har har.”
He grinned at you before slipping away, changing into his proper ninja attire and drawing the mask over his face. He strode through the room with great purpose, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think his chest was puffed out a little further than usual…
You glared at him.
“Hey- don’t get all cocky and proud because you did this to me.”
“I’m not.”
“You’re walking around like you just ended the war singlehandedly...you big kid.” You shook your head. He simply cast you a final look before he disappeared through the window, off to retrieve what you needed to recover.
Whether he’d ever admit it out loud, you were right.
ok you dont have to do this if you dont want to but imagine Dimitri being surrounded by court ladies and duchesses and all them trying to get their hands on him and become his concubines...I wonder how would beloved respond to that?
(Story 10 of 10!!!! Thank you all once again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;;;;; U ;;;;;)
He was speaking to them, again. A hoard of noblewomen flocked around Dimitri with bright smiles pasted on their faces. They laughed at every little thing he said, humorous or not. You watched them with a frown.
It was early in the morning, so the king had barely stepped out of your quarters before he was swarmed. You thought you’d try to sleep in a little longer, but the high-pitched squawking of pretentious women made your blood boil.
So you watched from the doorway, and hoped Dimitri was turning them away. He seemed stiff, and uncomfortable...but he addressed them politely, nonetheless.
Hurt twisted in your chest, knowing there were plenty of laws in place that would allow him to take one (or several) of them as a concubine. The very thought made your heart wrench. It wasn’t a very pleasant feeling.
Dimitri wouldn’t want them, though. He assured you that his heart beat only for you, that you were everything to him, and you’d been through far too much to ever consider loving anyone else. You knew that much to be true, and so you trusted him.
It just wasn’t easy.
Your gaze jumped to the women when they shrieked a terrible fit of giggles. Your lips turned further downward. He seemed to be genuinely entertaining them.
You were drawn out of your thoughts when you realized someone was knocking on the door you were currently standing behind, and you looked up to see Annette looking at you, an understanding expression hidden behind her smile.
“Good morning, Archbishop Byleth!” She said in far too loud a voice, and you immediately felt the eyes of your husband and some of the women on you.
At least the flirting stopped.
“How do you do, Annette?” You replied as smoothly as you could. She dipped her head in a brief curtsy before pulling the door completely open.
“I am fine, thank you!” She replied cheerfully, “Would you like to come out and speak with His Majesty? I’m sure he’d love your company.”
“I guess, but…” Your gaze flitted to the envious looks of the women, “I don’t think they would.”
Dimitri’s gaze lingered on you when you followed after Annette.
You seemed a bit upset, and that concerned him. Carefully excusing himself from the now void conversation, he made his way to the bedroom. The women seemed a touch upset that he was abandoning them, but they weren’t the one on his mind.
It took a moment for you to acknowledge him, but your expression remained as cool as ever when you did.
“Dima...I thought you had duties to attend to.”
He nodded, “I was planning to, however I ran into a few...obstructions in my path.” He replied simply. You did your best to maintain.
“Well, now that you’ve escaped, is there something you need…?” You asked softly, and he nodded again, walking towards you.
“You seem a bit off-color this morning, Byleth.” He mentioned, standing in front of you. The concern was flickering deep in those beautiful red eyes. You sighed and shook your head, careful not to say anything about the women. After all, they were nobility. One doesn’t speak ill of the nobility.
“It’s nothing, I promise. I just...had a bad dream.”
“You were fine before I left.” He pointed out, making you shrug. “You aren’t lying to me, are you?”
“No!” You denied, the tone of your voice giving you away without even realizing it. He quirked an eyebrow, turning your nerves into indignance. “I didn’t want to worry you with it, is all.”
“Oh, really?” He leaned closer a hand coming to trace the dip between your neck and shoulder. “Well, consider me worried. Dare I ask what this alleged nightmare was about?”
You huffed, chewing the inside of your cheek as you searched for a scapegoat. “It was just...those women. There are so many of them.” You finally said, making his brow furrow. “All swarming around you like a bunch of vultures. It was frightening.”
“Beloved...are you jealous?”
“J-jealous? Of what, those awful women? No,” You give a forced laugh, “I’d never be jealous of people like them.”
“Yet you seem distressed. Come, Byleth. Tell me what’s wrong.”
“Nothing’s wrong, and I’m not jealous.” You fired at him, pulling away from his hand and crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m just...worried.”
“Worried?” He repeated, brow furrowing. “Whatever could you be worried about?”
You heard him sigh, and felt his hands on both shoulders. Gently he turned you to face him, his gloveless hands warm against your skin.
“If you’re worried about me thinking less of you for some reason, you needn’t be.” He stated in a quiet voice, making you look up at him. “You are my one and only Beloved. No one else compares.”
“But there could always be someone who piques your interest in different ways, right? I’ve heard that’s why rulers will take many concubines, in addition to a queen...to satisfy all their desires.” You pointed out, making his fingers tense.
“Byleth…”
“I’ve learned a lot about what royalty can and cannot do, and among that are all the rules that come with choosing a concubine. A queen must hold her place politically, but you can take on as many women as you want in addition to me. I could be cast aside without another thought, and-”
Well, you hadn’t meant to say all that. The words spilled out of you without warning, blurting out all the insecurities that had been silently building up over time. The hurt that flashed in his eyes made your mistake evident.
It wasn’t like Dimitri had done anything to foster those fears to begin with. He seemed to be talented when it came to turning those women away, yet those whispers of doubt successfully took over your mind.
Dimitri could see that, and he wouldn’t have it any longer.
“You could, but you won’t be.” He said firmly, giving your arms a squeeze. “I would never replace you, regardless of whether it was my right or not.”
He watched as your face transformed from hurt to hope. It made a small smile cross his lips, and he took your hands in his.
“You are my queen, and you alone. I don’t need another, and I never will. Any purpose for a concubine has already been fulfilled by you, Beloved.” He explained, his lips tapping your forehead. “Although I wouldn’t want one, anyway.”
“Dimitri...I-I...I’m sorry.”
“You have nothing to apologize for. There are many rules and laws in place that are ridiculous and uncomfortable. I should be apologizing for allowing you to feel so anxious without realizing what was going on.”
You squeezed his hands. “Thank you for being patient with me. I-I do trust you. I just...need to practice.”
“I have all the patience in the world and more for you, my love. Take all the time you need to get adjusted to this life. I’ll gladly wait for you.” He smiled at you, “Now come, we’ve some matters to attend to. I would rather avoid being stopped by the…‘noble’ women, this time.”
You bit back a grin. “Don’t let them hear you say it like that. They’ll know you’re unimpressed.”
“I don’t intend to.” He replied again, escorting you down the hall alongside him. You followed with a bit of a skip in your step, practically glowing with the knowledge your husband was actually a far better man than any that came before him.
The jealous glares that burned into your back just made the realization even sweeter.
Could we get something fluffy and sweet with Kaze? We haven't seen green ninja in so long 😭
(Story 6 of 10! Green bean ninja on the way with plenty of fluff ;; v ;; )
Kaze was concerned about you. You suddenly started to change things that he couldn’t help but notice. They started following a battle from a few days ago, but he didn’t realize it until you started to gradually alter everything about yourself.
Your body language changed around him, a hand on your arm a certain way, which covered the same spot each time. To any other, you looked nervous. It wasn’t hard for him to tell the difference, though.
You wore more clothes, next. Your collar was pulled up higher and your hair styled in such a way as if to shield a certain area on your neck.
What really weirded him out was when you began to wear gloves. Top that off with burying your hands under your pillow every night, and you had yourself a worried ninja husband, and rightly so.
“...Corrin, would you like to take a bath with me?” His voice was gentle when he called out to you, your back turned to him as you hunched over your desk.
“What was that, Kaze…?” You asked half-heartedly, unaware of his plans. Getting you into the bath would make you have to reveal your entire self, bare and vulnerable. It was then he hoped to get to the bottom of whatever it was you were trying to hide.
“I was hoping you would take a bath with me.” He repeated, stepping closer to you and placing a hand on your shoulder in a calm, soothing manner. “We haven’t had much time to spend together since the last battle.”
He felt your body tense under his fingers when he mentioned the fight, turning to face him with a weak smile.
“I don’t know, Kaze...I took a bath with the girls the other night, and I don’t want to overwash my hair, or anything.”
“Then we won’t wash your hair, simple.” He concluded, sliding his hand from your shoulder down to your gloved hand (indoors, no less), taking it in his. He pressed a chaste kiss to your fingers, earning that sweet little blush he loved. “All I want is a nice time in the bath with my wife. You can wash my back, too, if you want.”
“There you go, saying embarrassing things again.” You muttered, cheeks heating up even more.
Despite blaming his shameful comments on being sick the last time, you noticed Kaze had grown bolder when speaking to you since then. Perhaps it was because he liked to tease you, you weren’t sure.
“It’s the truth. Besides, there’s always that one spot I can never reach. It’s very helpful when you get it for me.”
“W-well, I...I’m not sure…”
“Please, Corrin?” He urged you, and you bit your lip. He began to lift you up from your seat, now holding both your hands and coaxing you to the bathhouse. “It’ll just be you and me, I guarantee it.”
“K-Kaze, there’s something I need to tell you.” You suddenly speak up, just as he pulls you from the room. “I can’t- I don’t want to-”
“Shh. Don’t be upset.” He murmured, pressing a finger to your lips. He covered it with a smile, and pecked your forehead. “You can tell me what’s wrong when you’re ready. I don’t want you to rush yourself.”
“Kaze…”
“Besides, worrying’s no good for you; those little lines on your forehead don’t belong.” He smiled wider, leading you towards the bathhouse.
Though your squirming had eased somewhat, it was still evident, the way your fingers wiggled around inside his hand.
It finally ceased when he took you into the place, shutting the doors tight behind him. His scarf and top were already off when he returned, gloves and ties being removed as well as he walked towards you.
The steam had risen in the bath, disguising you somewhat, which you were thankful for.
“Hurry up and get undressed,” He chided you, slipping off his boots and pants, “The sooner you’re ready, the better.”
“R-right.” You smiled weakly again, and it made his lips turn downwards. It was borderline starting to freak him out, but again he said nothing.
Wading into the water, he sat patiently, enjoying the relaxing feel of water lapping around him.
His eyes closed and he leaned against the wall of the bath, cracking an eye open only when he heard you stepping in to join him.
He beckoned you closer with a finger, watching you nervously comply.
‘Hand’s on arm. Hair pushed forward more. Legs closer together, avoiding eye contact, nervous…’
“Come here, Corrin.” He looped an arm around you before you could protest, practically dragging you onto his lap with little room for you to protest. You squeaked in surprise, trying to jerk away when his hands landed firmly on your waist, but you weren’t going anywhere. You were trapped.
Caught.
“K-Kaze, please let me go.” You pleaded quietly, and his brow furrowed. You could sense the question on his lips, and you turned away. “Please, I don’t want you to see me like this.”
“Like what?” You heard him ask, touching your back. “What’s wrong? All I see is a beautiful princess.” He said in a reassuring voice, trying to convince you it was the truth. But you shook your head, lip trembling as you curled further into yourself.
“S-scars.”
“What do you mean?”
“They’re from...the last battle. We- w-when we fought, they cut me a few extra times, and I didn’t realize how bad it looked until I looked in the mirror. T-they’re everywhere, Kaze.”
The trembling in your voice made his heart sting, and he took a close look at your body. Sure enough, there were little nicks here and there, new grooves in your flesh he hadn’t noticed before.
Whether it was because he hadn’t bothered to notice, or he didn’t care enough to judge them, he wasn’t sure.
“Like I said, all I see is a beautiful, young princess.” He repeated his words from before, carefully pulling your hair back from your neck.
There was a scar along the side, a small scratch that could have been dangerous were it any deeper.
His lips touched the pale incision, and you shuddered.
“B-but they’re everywhere, how can you say that?” You tried to “reason” with him, but he didn’t buy it.
Kaze’s hands wandered into yours, and lifted your arm. He kissed the scar on your arm, where you always covered, and then to your hands. There were no gloves to hide the scratches along the backs of them.
“First of all, many of these are minor; they’ll fade with time.” He told you simply, speaking from experience considering how many times he’d been hit in battle. “Besides, even if they didn’t, it wouldn’t matter to me.”
“...?” You turned to look at him, and he took the opportunity to kiss your collarbone, where another scratch resided. “B-but…”
“You’re beautiful to me, no matter how many scars you have. You could have a big red one dragged across your face and I wouldn’t love you any less. I could never be that shallow, Princess.” He promised, looking into your eyes sincerely. “Surely you know that, right?”
“Y...yes…” You whimpered, the trembling of your lips giving way to full on tears. Kaze smiled when you collapsed against him, burying your face in his neck while you cried.
The worry, frustration and fear you’d felt fell on him all at once, and he was more than happy to embrace you through it all.
“There, there, Corrin. You’ll be all right, I promise.” He murmured against you, kissing the side of your head. “Scars and all.”
He spent the rest of the evening kissing away every new mark on your skin, from your head to your toes. He never did get his back washed, but he didn’t seem to mind too much. Neither did you.
could i request some fluff with leo and corrin? i love your writing, btw 💕
(Story 2 of 10! Ahh Leo,,, my secret fates crush kfjskdjfSF)
“You’re a fool. A naive, ignorant, irresponsible fool.”
Leo’s words were harsh, but they lacked the usual bite while he bandaged your wounds. It was just the two of you, sitting in your room while the young prince tended to the bloody mess that was your body.
“I know, I know.” You mumbled, leaning against his shoulder.
“What were you thinking? There are dozens of people, just like them simply waiting for an opportunity to attack you! Why would you just up and give them that chance? Are you stupid?”
“It’s because I was on patrol and didn’t realize I’d wandered too far out?” You replied tiredly, fingers gripping the sheets when he bound up a particularly sensitive cut.
“You should pay more attention, Corrin! You could’ve died tonight. Does that not mean anything to you?” Leo said, his volume growing. You shushed him quickly, pushing away from him to look at the man properly.
“It was dark, and I thought I was still with Jakob. I didn’t realize where I was, and-- ouch! Watch it! ...And I paid the price. That’s all there is to it.” You explained, the pain not easing your agitation levels.
Leo sighed heavily, finishing up another wound and moving to dress the incisions on your arm. He lifted it gingerly, careful not to upset the bleeding cuts any more than they already were.
“Still, you shouldn’t have been so reckless!” He scolded you sharply, cleaning the blood away. “I was worried sick about you. If I hadn’t shown up…”
“Don’t worry about that.” You mumble, pressing your face against his neck in a comforting manner. Leo fell silent, wrapping another cleaned injury. “You found me, and you’re taking care of me. That’s all that matters.”
“You could’ve bled out on the dirt and we would’ve been none the wiser. You can’t just play this off.”
“I’m not playing it off.” You protest softly, lifting your hand to stop his movements. The bandaging paused. “I’m grateful you saved me. I wouldn’t be here now if it weren’t for you.” You pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. “Thank you.”
When you pulled away, you caught sight of something you never thought you’d witness; a teardrop rolled down his cheek.
“Leo…”
“I-I was scared, curse you.” He grumbled, tugging you to his chest and wrapping his arms tight around your body. He held you close, burying his face in your hair. “Don’t thank me for saving your life. I thought I was going to lose you.”
Your hand came up to his head, stroking his hair gently. “I’m sorry for worrying you. I’ll try not to let it happen again. Even though we’re in the middle of war and the chances of me getting into danger are on the daily-”
“-Corrin.”
“...Sorry. I’ll try not to let myself get stuck in that situation again.” You promised him, and he pulled away from you, trying to play off the tear stain on his cheek.
“Good. If you did I’d probably kill you off myself, anyway.” He grumbled, eyes softening. “Now give me your arm. I’m not done yet.”
“Hold on,” You stopped him, thumb rubbing his cheek and ridding him of the track left behind by the salty drop. “You had a little something on your face.”
“S-seriously, you’re unbelievable.” He muttered, cheeks turning pink instantly. You just smiled, resting on his shoulder once more while he dressed the rest of your wounds.
“Careful, Leo. Your uke is showing.”
“...I will let you bleed out on this floor.”
“No you won’t, because you love me so very- ouch-!!”
“Sorry, my hand slipped.”
“Like Naga it did.” You grumble, and you could’ve sworn you heard him snicker. He denies it, being too cold and cruel to own up to something like that. You didn’t mind too much, though; You were just happy to see him so concerned over you.
Ok I NEEEDD to see that angst idea of Dimitri unable to do cpr to Byleth (with a happy ending ofc) PLZ PLZ PLZ I CRAVE DIMILETH ANGST
(Story 1 of 10!!)
“Your Highness!”
Dimitri knew that sound. He knew that voice. He understood that his name, in that context...something was wrong. Something happened.
His instinct was to search for his wife. You were usually the one to call him. You weren’t there. It was Annette who was rushing to him, your face ashen and eyes wide with a terrible fear.
“Your Higness, it’s the Queen-she’s...she’s not breathing!!”
They were sprinting through the battlefield in seconds.
Dimitri’s heart was in his throat, fighting to keep the panic down. You already lacked a heartbeat; the only sign you were living was your breathing. If you didn’t have that much, he was sure you were…
Dimitri was in shock.
You were lying there, still and silent. Your chest did not move, your face pale. You looked as though...he felt he was too late.
“Go fetch the others- quickly!!” He commanded without turning, striding to where you laid and kneeling beside you in as much time.
Annette was gone in seconds, but time slowed regardless. You, being in such a terrible state, it made the world shut down around him. Blood roared in his ears, his heart thundering. His limited knowledge of medicine gave him enough to examine you.
He ripped away his gauntlets and gloves, and pressed a bare hand to your neck, the other hovered over your nose and mouth in search for breath.
There was none.
His own hitched, though a knife plunged into him. You weren’t breathing at all. Your heartbeat was nonexistent; there was no way of knowing if you were alive or dead.
Except, you were still warm.
He allowed himself that small comfort; there was still time. He hadn’t lost you quite yet. But he was running out of time.
Then it struck him.
Chest compressions.
He had learned this in the medical classes. The memory of five years ago was vague, but he remembered the basics- the clerics expressed the importance of chest compressions to resuscitate someone who wasn’t breathing. They needed to be done at a pace of 100 beats per minute, they needed to be interspersed with forcing air into the person’s lungs.
He could do this. He pulled his hands back, setting them in position, and-
‘Wait.’
He froze.
‘No.’
He was wrong.
‘I can’t do this.’
Dimitri’s hands quaked, hovering inches from your chest. He was too strong. If he made one wrong move, he could crush your chest cavity and you’d die even quicker.
He fell away from you, sweeping over the battlefield in search of someone. Annette left for healers; why wasn’t she back yet? Every second was precious, and he didn’t see a single soul that could help.
Dimitri looked back to you, panic swallowing him. He was watching you die.
His immense strength was absolutely worthless. His fists trembled, turmoil swallowing him up. If he was careful...if he minded his strength and focused, maybe he could do it without harming you, or at the very least, not breaking anything.
If he didn’t try now, there was a good chance you would die a swifter death.
“Beloved,” He assumed the position, his quaking hands framed over your chest, preparing to come down and try to revive you. “Beloved, f-forgive me, but I must...I must save-”
“My King!!”
He nearly stumbled away from you when the new voice shot through the air. He turned to find Annette and Mercedes rushing to him, with Flayn and Marianne not far behind.
The medics.
People who could help (who could do what he couldn’t). Numbly he made space, shifting from your side so that they could take care of you in his stead.
The healers began their work and Mercedes’ hands were pressed to your chest again and again, the other clerics quickly rushing to bring you some sort of relief. Dimitri loomed over the lot of them, desperately trying to see what they were doing.
To see if you were breathing, again. It was agony.
The man was helpless, unable to do anything but watch and pray that they bring his wife back from the brink. For too long, nothing happened. Nothing came.
Mercedes continued the compressions, pausing long enough to force air into her lungs, before continuing her pumping and directing orders to the other three.
It lasted almost a full minute more.
Suddenly you gasped.
A choked, garbled noise forced from your lips and you stuttered, your eyes flipping open and your chest heaving. The women leaned back, giving you the space to sit up and try to gather your bearings.
“Archbishop!”
"Queen Byleth- oh, thank Sothis!!”
“How are you feeling? C-can you sit up, or do you need…”
Dimitri wanted to cry, for a multitude of reasons. But what mattered was that you were awake. Even if he had nothing to do with it.
He had done nothing.
Worthless.
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You didn’t remember much beyond the start and end of the battle. When prompted by Seteth to “explain how you got in such a harrowing situation”, you explained that there was a mage you were trying to hunt down.
Before you found them, there was a blast of magic that froze you up and knocked you out. You didn’t remember anything after that, until you had five brave women leaning over you, and apparently trying to bring you back to life.
You hadn’t seen Dimitri until his back was turned, headed back to battle with fire in his veins. It was already concerning that you had barely seen him when you were resuscitated, but worse still when the man had yet to visit you now that you were recovered and resting in the healing tent.
It was Annette you sent after your husband, electing to ignore the troubled expression that she wore when you gave her the request. She mentioned something about him acting very distant, perhaps meaning that he needed some time to process what happened. He had almost watched you die, after all.
All that did was convince you more that he needed you.
You were sitting upright in the bed when your husband finally appeared. It was nearly an hour after Annette fetched him that he walked through the door, his gaze low and body language meek.
Not at all fitting the powerful, menacing (in a cute way) aura that he normally held.
“Beloved...are you...well?”
“I am better now that I’ve seen you. Though I have yet to see your face.” You leaned back into your pillows, your expectant smile drawing him in a little closer.
He shut the tent flaps behind him, looking almost sheepish. A strange look for your wild boar.
“Forgive me. I meant to visit as soon as you were recovered, I only…”
“You didn’t tell me what happened.” You interrupted him gently, and invited him to your side. With a tired sigh he took up a chair and sank into it at the bedside. He looked to you, utterly exhausted, and with nothing but remorse in his glimmering blue eye.
“I could not help you.”
You hummed. “You have apologized relentlessly every time I have ever been injured. You know it is not your fault.”
“This was different, you were- you needed help that I could not give you. You weren’t breathing, Byleth.” He argued with you in a sudden flurry of passion that drew your mouth closed. “You needed chest compressions to save your life, and I could not do them!”
“Is that why you’re upset?”
“I was the only one there for a long while- I was the only person by your side when you needed help, but because of this damned Crest, I couldn’t give you the help you needed without the risk of crushing your chest and killing you, myself!”
You frowned sadly at your husband. That’s what was eating him alive. It certainly explained his defeated frame. You placed a patient hand on his shoulder, one which he quickly grasped tightly.
“I had to remain there...watching...praying you would not leave me and being incapable of stopping it. I couldn’t help you. I am a danger to you even if I have my strength under control, even if I think I can save you or protect you...I am too much of a risk.”
“Oh, Dima…” You whispered sadly, turning your hand in his so you might squeeze it back. He shook his head, grimace tightened.
“It is foolish, I know. I am incapable as a husband. I cannot even attempt to save your life without potentially risking it further.”
“I’m sorry. I can’t imagine how that must feel.” You siad with sadness. Dimitri looked over at you, almost confused, when you spoke the way you did. “I know it is difficult to live with your Crest. And to put you in a situation like that must have been agonizing. I only wish you didn’t have to go through that.”
It was difficult. It was something that neither of you could dismiss. You were in a situation where Dimitri was powerless to help you. If those who came to help you hadn’t arrived, there was nothing he could do about it.
“It’s...terrifying.”
You nodded solemnly. A shudder ran down your spine even considering the hypothetical if your roles were reversed. Your hand rested behind his head, and you pulled him to your chest, wrapping him in your arms.
He clung to you, relishing the comforting warmth you gave him. Fighting to keep those damnable tears from slipping. He was frightened, yes, but there was no need to cry. You were alive, after all.
You were still with him.
“I’m sorry.” You kissed his head, “I wish there was more we could do. But this is an impossible situation, isn’t it?”
He nodded against you, his exhale shaky. “I’m sure there are things we can do to prevent it from happening again. Maybe we can try and find ways for you to better limit strength if you need to do something delicate.”
“If we had found a way to do that then the Blaiddyd’s would have done it long ago.” He reminded you, thinking back to how all his quills required those pesky “braces”. They somehow still broke, despite their best efforts.
You laughed softly, hugging him a little closer. “Yes, I suppose so. But...that doesn’t mean we cannot keep trying to find an answer, for ourselves.”
He nodded in silence, mulling over your words. “I just...worry we would not know where to begin. What would we even be able to do…?”
“We can find a way. I want to ease your burdens.” You confessed as your lips touched his hair, hugging your dear one close. Dimitri nodded.
“I want nothing to get in the way of my ability to keep you safe...let alone my own shortcomings. Until then, I will do whatever I can to keep you from such a harrowing place. Will you stay by my side?”
You beamed down at him. You cupped his face in your hands, holding him so close your noses touched.
Feyre sat languidly on the sofa. Her hands resting on her belly, swollen and growing everyday. Her head in Rhy’s lap, she was content to sit there forever as he stroked her hair. “Kitten” her mate had started calling her, since her pregnancy she often felt like a cat, content to curl up and burrow into Rhys and sleep in his arms.
Her eyes were closed, but she could feel Rhys’s gaze on her. “You’re staring” she said, eyes still closed and a small smile on her lips.
“Can you blame me?” His voice sounded meaningful, as if he had just had some deep and profound thought. Opening an eye, Feyre noted the glossyness of his eyes.
She felt across the bond, trying to gauge what he was feeling. She was met with a chasm of pain and love and fear.
“You cannot understand how lucky I am Feyre”he swallowed audibly, the words barely a whisper as he stared at her. Such reverence in his eyes. “Never. Never have I ever allowed myself to think I could ever be this happy. Not even in my dreams have I ever thought that this could be my life”.
Feyre sat up and turned to him then, placing a hand in his chest and the other on his cheek, staring directly into his eyes.
She felt her throat constrict, unsure if it was because of the hormones from pregnancy, or the pain in his eyes.
“There is no one- absolutely no one, who deserves happiness more than you Rhys. Not just because of all that you’ve endured. But because of all that you have sacrificed. Because of everything you have given. And everything that you give. Because of this” she pressed down with the hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat.
“Because there is no one, with a better heart than you.” He nodded, but Feyre could still see the self-doubt in his eyes. After all this time, and he still somehow felt unworthy.
Grabbing his hand, she placed it on her stomach. She searched for the words that would tell him that it was her who was lucky.
Her , for without Rhys, she may still be at the Spring court, preening and planning- if she would even be alive still. She doubted she would have survived without Rhys.
“This baby is so lucky to call you his father. To have such unconditional love. To have someone who cares not about power, but about his people and his family. And me. I wake up everyday and realise how lucky I am to call you mine too.” She tasted salt, not knowing when the tears had even started to fall.
He smiled then. Leaning forward to press their foreheads together, both their hands covering her stomach, she inhaled a shaky breath as he kissed away her tears, just as he had always done.
“We deserve happiness Rhys. You deserve happiness. And nothing is taking it away from us.” She recalled saying something similar on the roof of the townhouse just after the war. How much had changed since then, she marvelled. How sincerely she had meant it then too.
His thumb draw circles on her stomach, and he placed small kisses to her neck that had her closing her eyes once more. They sat huddled together, content to let time pass.
Suddenly, they both jolted. Speechless, they stared down at her stomach. Another jolt. “I can’t believe he just kicked” Feyre whispered. Rhys laughed, a full bellied laugh with his head tipped back.
Such unending joy on his face as he pressed a light kiss to his mates stomach, only to once again fell the small nudge.
“Hello my son” he said softly, such marvel on both their faces.
And as if the baby had heard and understood, he kicked once more.
They sat there almost all through the night, and as Feyre nuzzled into Rhys’s neck, his arms banded around her and hands resting on her belly intertwined with hers, she realised that every fight, every broken moment and heartbreak they had both endured, had been worth it. For this. For every step it had brought them closer to each other. For their family.
She loves unconditionally. Truly and absolutely unconditionally.
Feyre with Rhys: Loves him with all his past, understands him and makes sure he’s loved when he drops his several masks in front of her.
Feyre with Nesta: Loves her sister, is there for her sister even knowing that her sister apparently despised her. She cares for her well-being, she defends her at every turn.
Feyre with Elain: Makes sure that Elain is happy and has the time and space to do as she loves. She knew that when Elain finally came out of her stupor and finally started being herself (baking cookies with Nuala) she had to give her time. She had to give her sister her own time and made sure that when Elain was finally ready to approach her, she would be welcoming.
Feyre with Cassian: She truly loves and adores him. She opens up to him and he opens up to her. She knows that physical touch is something he loves, so she makes sure she bumps his wing, holds on tight when he gives her bear hugs (and when she gives them back).
Feyre with Mor: loves and encourages Mor to be herself. Even when Mor fights with her mate or sister, she still shows compassion and understanding to Mor.
Feyre with Az: Understands his darkness and quietness, his very worldly thoughts (when he first flew her, when he taught her to fly, when they went to save her sister together). Listens to him, respects him. She understands his humour and shows her concern for him every time he sets out to do something dangerous.
Feyre with Amren: Shows her love for amren the only way she knows Amren will understand and accept it. Respect (and blood of course). She listens to her counsel, respects her opinion and laughs herself hoarse with Amren when they almost drown to their deaths.
Feyre is a BEAUTIFUL, beautiful character. She loves wildly and wholly and she deserves the absolute world (which rhys is obviously set on giving her)
Hello!~Adding to the gender reveal idea can we please get Xander, Leo, and Tamkumi in on the action? Possibly Niles too if you have time? Thanks!
Xander: “What do you think it’s going to be?” Your question was met with a hum and a soft smile as Xander thought of his response. It was an important question, after all.
You were supposed to be finding out the gender of your child at the end of your baby shower. Your Hoshidan family had come down to Valla shortly after your Nohrian siblings, everyone ecstatic that you were finally to have a child with your beloved after the end of the war.
It was about time something good happened, as Takumi would muse.
“I suppose it’s only natural I would hope it to be a son.” Xander finally responded, “Though I would be just as glad for it to be a daughter, too. Any child I have with you will be a blessing.”
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