This blog is for fan created supports between characters in Fire Emblem: Awakening that didn't get to support but totally should have. It is also a joint account between Ellianna and myself, Anaius. Ellianna and Anaius are our respective feMU, Ellianna being married to Frederick and Anaius being married to Gaius.
Gaius no.” Anaius said, shaking her head at her husband.
“Gaius yes. You’re the one who told me to get rid of some of it and I’m sure as hell not going to throw it all out. That’d be a terrible waste. Now if you’ll excuse me,” he leaned out the window of the vehicle and pulled his wife in for a quick kiss, “I’m going to make some random kids really happy.”
Aniaus could only watch as he drove off in a white, windowless van with “Free Candy” sloppily painted in bright orange on the sides. “He’s going to get in so much trouble.” She said with a sigh before turning back to the house and yelled, “Kids! We’re going to save your father from his good intentions.”
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“Okay, we’re headed that way. Keep us posted if you get any more calls on him.” Frederick put the walkie back on the dash of their cop car as he told Chrom what the dispatcher had said. “A vehicle matching his was seen heading up Ike towards 7th.”
Chrom gets on the laptop and figures out the quickest route to hopefully get a head of their friend. “How is he getting so far ahead of us so fast? We’ve gotten how many calls with his location, and yet we’re still ten steps behind.”
“It seems he’s picked up on some of his wife’s tactics. I’m just glad we know he’s not dangerous.”
The younger man was about to agree when his phone started to ring. “Officer Chrom. Alright, just keep an eye on him and call me if he moves again. Thanks Candice.”
“Where’s he at?” Frederick asked as Chrom started dialing a number.
“The park down the road from the orphanage. No idea how he got there that fast, but that’s where he is now. I’m going to give Libra a heads up so he knows what’s going on.” Frederick nodded as he turned down Ephraim Ave.
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“Alright kids, line up here,” Gaius said waving his hand in front of him, “and I’ll let you in to get all the candy you want once the others are done.” He looked up from the group of children gathered around the side of the van when he heard a car pulling up across from where he was parked. “Hey Smokey, Blue. You looking for sweet snack in between catching badies?”
“We’re here for you Gaius.” Frederick said in a flat tone as he got out of the car.
“Look, whatever it is I didn’t do it.” The redhead put up his arms in surrender, “I promised Bubbles I’d be good. See, I’m helping a bunch of candy-less kids.”
Chrom walked up beside his partner. “We understand that you’re trying to be nice but we’ve been getting some calls by people worried that you’re doing something…”
“Creepy,” a young woman’s voice called out with contempt, “the word you’re looking for is creepy.”
The three men turned in the direction of the voice to see Gaius’s oldest daughter walking across the park towards them. “Hey Candy. Come to help out your old man?”
Candice crossed her arms and stood next to Chrom. “No. You know we’ve been looking for you for hours and Mom hasn’t heard from the twins so she’s out looking for-“
“Hey Dad,” Mark’s head popped out from the back of the van, “we’re almost out of the little multicolored ball things.”
Morgan’s head popped out just below her brother’s “There’s enough left for a few more people.”
“…them.” Candace shook her head and glared at her siblings. “You two were supposed to call when you found him, not join him! Mom’s been worried sick about you.”
“But it sounded like fun.” The twins said in unison as they stepped out of the van.
Gaius walked towards his youngest kids with a serious look on his face. They both put their heads down, knowing better than to try to say anything when he had that look on his face. “Go call your mother,” he ruffled their hair with a smile and continued, “but I do appreciate your help.” Mark and Morgan both nodded and went off to the other side of the van to do as they were told.
“We still have the issue of your van causing a disturbance in the neighborhood.” Frederick said, clearing his throat.
“Look. I didn’t mean to make a scene. I was just doing what Bubbles asked me to and I didn’t want to see all of that lovely sugar go to waste.” His voice sounded sad just at the thought of all those treats being thrown into the trash.
“We could be of help with that.” A soft, somewhat feminine voice said. The four of them turned to see Libra, surrounded by a group of kids with excited smiles on their faces. Gaius looked between them and the cops with a matching smile.
“I see no problem with it.” Chrom said with a shrug. “Just be sure to repaint that van as soon as your done here. We don’t want to get any more calls about you.”
“I guess I can do that.”
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“Gaius, I know I asked you to get rid of some of your overflow of sweets but you didn’t have to go and do this.” Anaius said with a sigh as she gestured to the van.
“Chrom said to repaint it, so I repainted it.” He said as he leaned out the window of the van and pulled his wife in for a kiss. “Now if you’ll excuse us, we’re off to give some kids some candy.” Mark and Morgan waved at her from the passenger side as they drove off. What was once a white windowless van was now bright and colorful with pictures of candy all over it and “Candy Man with the Candy Van” scrawled across the side.
“You married an idiot.” Candace said as she walked up next to her mother. “You know that right?”
“Yes, I do. But he’s a lovable idiot.”
This is my birthday present to Anaius based off of a conversation we had in the car one day after seeing one of those plain, windowless vans.
(Mark is the male version of Morgan and Candace is our daughter for Gaius.)
Candice: Are you going to tell me where we’re going?
Gerome: I’m calling in that favor you owe me.
Candice: Could you be any more vague? No, wait, don’t answer that. I remembered who I was talking to.
Gerome: We’re here.
Candice: And where exactly is…whoa. Gerome the view up here is amazing! The camp looks so small. It’s so weird to see the fields this green, and you know not burned and covered in dead bodies.
Gerome: Glad you like it.
Candice: So what exactly is this favor?
Gerome: Relax.
Candice: Uh?
Gerome: You’ve been working hard and I’ve noticed that you’ve been getting up earlier than usual for rounds. I don’t want you to get sloppy out on the battle field so do me a favor and relax.
Candice: I appreciate the thought but I’m fine. Really.
Gerome: Just sit.
Candice: Fine.
[A few minutes pass.]
Candice: *relaxed sigh* Hey Gerome?
Gerome: Yeah?
Candice: I never got the chance to thank you.
Gerome: What for?
Candice: What not for? How about for not killing me when I took Minerva from you that time, for always having my back in battle, even though I never asked for it, keeping me company on rounds, giving me space when I need it, hiding me from my father, doing things like this for me… Do I need to go on? I totally could by the way.
Gerome: There is no need to thank me, or go on.
Candice: But I do! And this doesn’t count as your favor. You can’t make it something for me.
Gerome: Fine. Then answer a question for me.
Candice: Sure, anything.
Gerome: Will you continue to stay by my side in both war and peace?
Candice: Gerome, it kind of sounds like you’re proposing to me.
Gerome: I am.
Candice: Really?
Gerome: *nods*
Candice: Oh gods, you have a ring and everything. What is this thing made from? I’ve never seen anything like it.
Gerome: I crafted it from one of Minerva’s scales.
Candice: I didn’t know you could make jewelry.
Gerome: Your father taught me actually. He insisted you have something more meaningful than just something that was bought.
Candice: So that’s why he hasn’t been bothering me lately.
Gerome: You haven’t answered my question.
Candice: Of course I will! We’ve already been through hell together so anything else is going to be cake.
And that’s the last of these two. They were so much fun to write. I have no idea who’s going to be next for supports but we do have something special planned.
Gerome: And you couldn’t do this in your tent because…?
Candice: *muffled* He followed me!
Gerome: Is he still on about-
Candice: No! Don’t even hint at that! And no he’s been trying to apologize since mother apparently talked to him about it, but he’s just so tiring. I never knew he could be so persistently pigheaded!
Gerome: Ah. So you think you’ll be safe in here?
Candice: I sure hope so. I’m hoping Minerva will slow him down a little more than Frederick and Cordelia did when I was training with them.
Gerome: Do you need a break from him that badly?
Candice: I love him, but yeaaaaass.
Gerome: Okay.
Candice: Wait, what are you doing?
Gerome: Getting you your break.
Candice: Don’t hurt him!
Gerome: I won’t. *exits tent*
Candice: What did you do?
Gerome: I asked Minerva to keep him away from the tent. You are welcome to stay here as long as you need.
Candice: Really?
Gerome: Really.
Candice: Thanks Gerome. I owe you one.
Gerome: It’s no problem.
(And she’s already asleep. About time she gets a good night’s rest.)
Candice: You can quit following me any time you know.
Gerome: Not until I know you aren’t going to do anything drastic.
Candice: Like what?
Gerome: Like what you had mentioned on the mountain the other day.
Candice: Oh jeeze. We’re fighting in a war. If I really wanted to get myself killed I’ve had more than enough opportunities to do it on the battlefield. And in ways that wouldn’t be suspicious. A classic sword to the chest, a spear through the guts, an arrow through the throat, falling from my Pegasus… the list goes on.
Gerome: You’ve thought about this way too much.
Candice: I’ve always been partial to a literal blaze of glory.
Gerome: You’re not helping yourself.
Candice: I know. Why do you care so much anyway?
Gerome: You are my comrade, and your death would be an inconvenience.
Candice: Aww, you do care.
Gerome: *snorts, holding back a sarcastic laugh*
Candice: Thaaanks Gerome. Tell me how you really feel.
Gerome: I only mean that you are an asset to the Shepherds and losing you in such a way would be detrimental to our cause. You do remember what we came back in time for, yes?
Candice: Of course I do! I’m not a gods damned idiot. I only said that before because I was traumatized. Picturing my parents doing… that…gah. That is something I never wanted to think about, let alone know exactly how it happened.
Gerome: Fair enough, as long as you remember your, our, purpose here.
Candice: Don’t worry. That is something I will never be able to forget, even if I wanted to.
We got inspired the other night if you can’t tell...
Candice: Gerome! I’m borrowing Minerva!
Gerome: What? Wait…Candice! Get off of my Minervykins this instant!
Candice: Sorry, I can’t do that!
Gerome: *Growls* Mother, I’m borrowing Minerva!
Cherche: Wai-and he’s gone.
[Fade to black. A short time later.]
Gerome: Now are you going to tell me why you kidnapped my dragon?
Candice: Wouldn’t it be called dragon-napped?
Okay, okay. But your face is going to freeze like that if you keep that glare up.
Gerome: Speak.
Candice: *sighs* I needed to escape my father. He doesn’t know when to shut his pie-hole, even when I’m telling him to do so at the top of my lungs.
Gerome: Did you get in trouble?
Candice: I wish it was just that! He thought it was a good idea to tell me things I never ever wanted to know. No child should ever have to go through that.
Gerome: …oh. OH.
Candice: Yeah…
Gerome: So, is there any reason you picked the highest peak nearby to finally stop?
Candice: I was hoping there would be a strong breeze to push me off and help me get those images out of my head.
Gerome: That’s a little extreme.
Candice: If you had been through two hours of that you wouldn’t think so.
Gerome: Two… hours?
Candice: He wouldn’t leave me alone! I tried to run and hide but he found me every time. I figured he wouldn’t try to steal Minerva, so I did.
Gerome: Well now that you’ve vented and escaped for a while, shall we get off of this mountain? Minerva is getting cold. (Minerva calls out in disagreement.)
Candice: *huffs* Sure.
A/N: Candice is our OC. She is Gaius’s daughter and we decided he tends to be a little over bearing with her and shares a liiittle too much information with her, both of which greatly annoy her. The things Gaius told her about that drove her to dragon-nap Minvera were from the night of her conception, likely in excruciating detail. Those things involved an awful lot of confections of various kinds *waggles eyebrows* There’ll be a more formal post about Candice at a later date, probably on our sister blog Children That Never Happened.
Even though Ferox isn’t a country for formalities there are a few traditions that they hold dear. Those dealing with proposals and marriages are pretty high on the list.
Proposing
Either party can do the asking
There is usually a contest of some kind involved. Normally the two spar to evaluate the other, while some have had drinking, axe throwing, archery, or strength contests. It all depends on the couple and what they both agree to.
When asking, the one doing the asking will make (or have made) a small weapon of some sort for the other. A dagger is most common, but arrows, and throwing axes are not unusual. The weapon will be highly decorated but also usable. The decorations will include items that represent the two of them together. Some examples of this include jewels of their eye colors or favorite colors, metallic inlay in an intertwining design, or pictures engraved on the blade.
For those that don’t/can’t fight, they can give or be given something that the other thinks represents them like a sickle for to farmer, an instrument to a musician or dancer, or a rare quill to a writer.
Jewelry can also be given, a tradition taken from surrounding countries, but they are almost always hand made.
Weddings
They’re called tournaments of joining (or something to that effect)
Representatives from each side will do battle against those from the other, with their respective member of the couple leading them.
These people can be anyone from family and friends to whoever they think will help them win.
A neutral party will oversee the battle and will determine when it is over, making sure no one is killed or seriously wounded. This person is chosen by the couple and is normally a person in higher power, such as a Khan, one of their generals, or the strongest person in their village.
Once the battle is done, the couple will recite their vows, which they write themselves and aren’t normally very elegant but they get the point across.
If someone objects to their marriage for whatever reason, the couple can decide to take them on in a contest, or they can decline the objection.
For those couples that can’t/don’t fight there are a series of predetermined contests that each group competes in before the vows.
Afterwards there is a big party, normally with lots of drinking, food, and general merrymaking.
Anais and I have dragged pushed gotten our roommate to play FE (which honestly wasn’t that hard...) and with more details on FE: Fates coming out it is safe to say that it’s been on our mind quite a bit lately. This means more brainstorming and inspiration. I have been working on a Frederick/Ellianna MU epilogue-y fanfic that I’ll probably post here whenever I get that done.
Emmeryn got the peaceful life that she wanted. Her speech eventually got better, but not the same as it once was. Even though her memories never returned to her, she continues to create new ones with her husband, Frederick. After the fighting was done he became the Ylissean ambassador for Regena Ferox from their home on the boarder of the neighboring countries, which often becomes a meeting ground from the rulers of both kingdoms. Whenever they have a mission in the area, the Shepherds always stop by and Emmeryn and Frederick are sure to visit the castle often.
...And they lived happily ever after with three kids.
Hope you liked these and there will be many more to come. Just as soon as I get some inspiration.
