#fe frederick

[captainschmoe]

Alright I’m keeping tabs on the list of Miis Frederick has developed a crush on because it’s getting kind of ridiculous how he’s falling madly in love with every third person who walks by

So far we have:

Emmeryn

Chrom

Lissa (seriously dude the entire family?)

Cherche

Miriel (everyone wants Miriel btw)

Gregor (current object of attraction)

[good-beanswrites]

Fe Aspec Week Day 1- Family

Wooo happy aspec week!! Kicking it off with a completely sappy Robin x Frederick convo :3 A mix of Ace Robin/adopted Morgan headcanons with the canon silliness surrounding Frederick’s romance route.

Regardless of Robin’s shining honesty, she always found some secrets to spill after a night of drinking. They occasionally came out as chaotic confessions of spells gone awry, or messy confessions of love and loyalty to someone new. But other times, she lay face down on her bedding, and wailed to Frederick that she was a failure.

“I’m a failure!” She wailed.

Her lover always handled his ale better than she and settled calmly beside the bed. His doubtful expression was his show of compassion.  

“And what, pray tell, makes you think so this time?”

“Morgan…”

“Did he say something to you?”

“No.” The woman sniffled, keeping her face buried in the blankets. “But the boy is going to have a lonely, lonely childhood. Or, he did have it. Or both! And it’s all my fault!”

 “I know he is a bit of an odd duck, but I assure you, that is none of your doing.”

“No, no.” She went to brush the comment aside but froze. “Well, yes, but this is a different fear altogether!”

“I see. Then, what troubles you?”

“I watch Lucina and Cynthia sharing the love of sisters. They grew up with Owain as a cousin so close he may as well be a brother. I hear them speak of their other relatives, the plans for other children.” She angled her body just enough to peer at Frederick through wet eyes. “Am I denying Morgan something important? You and I have no siblings of our own, so he will have no blood relatives if I provide none.”

“You are aware that, even if we had an army’s worth of our own children, none would be his blood siblings…?”

Robin grumbled in reply. Rather than take the chance to boast over her uncharacteristic lack of common sense, his voice softened. “My dear… when have familial lines ever mattered to you?”

She suddenly rolled over on the bed, hands reaching towards the sky in exasperated gesticulation. “We are a family of wild animals, Frederick!”

He frowned. “…Pardon?”

“You found me on the ground, in a field, with no memory. You picked me up like a stray and decided to keep me. I found Morgan in the same manner – adopting him out of the ruins like some lost pet. We are no more a family than we are feral animals that you decided to keep!”

Tears streaked down the side of her face as she continued staring distantly at the roof of the tent. “What if he feels himself an outcast because of our unorthodox origins as a family? What if he despises the disconnect? What if he resents us for never–”

“–What if he is fine?”

Frederick placed a hand on her shoulder. He leaned over, forcing her to meet his eyes. “What if the boy is perfectly content with the family he has?”

“B-but…”

“I know for certain Lady Lissa is going to call herself his aunt.” He rolled his eyes. “I believe she already has. The other Shepherds have made it clear they’d remain in the city with us, if fate allows it this time. Morgan shall have plenty of relatives surrounding him.”

His fingers interlocked with hers, pulling her into a seated position. He hardly needed to draw her in, the way she tucked herself into the embrace.

“Crucially, it is not up to you either way. You have built up a beautiful family from the ashes of your bloodline – nothing more is asked of you. Do not forget that I am your sworn knight – I will protect your honor for all your life, if you desire it.”

“Even from yourself?” She asked, a smile playing on her lips. It was a familiar and reassuring jest. The hiccupy breaths in her chest slowed.

“Indeed!”

“You are too kind to me, Frederick.”

His hand rubbed her back in reassuring strokes. “I speak only the truth, milady. Although…” His voice bore another hint of his humor. “Should all else fail, and Morgan still suffers from this loneliness you speak of, then I shall do my duty to this family. I venture into the wild and seek out a new amnesiac for us to welcome in.”

[captainschmoe]

Snippet of my Fell Awakening fic! :D (to prove I am actually writing it lol)

I’ve been talking about writing this thing for a very long whole that it was starting to feel disingenuous without sharing at least a little bit of what’s been rattling in my head. Here :D

Still thinking on a title though. I do know that I want chapter 1 to be called “Familiar Strangers” though.

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“Hello?”

The mauve void of the newest Outrealm Gate swallowed Chrom’s voice, as Robin felt it could do her body if she didn’t keep at least one of their Shepherds in her line of sight at all times. This gate rang with more consuming dread than the others; Robin’s stomach hollowed and collapsed at just the thought of stepping any further inside, and judging by the others’ faces, she was far from alone in feeling that.

“Milord,” Frederick said. “If there is no one else here, I would strongly advise against exploring this Outrealm.”

“So long as it’s on the grounds of no one being here, I have no argument.“

“Father…” Lucina placed a hand on his arm, eyes pleading for Chrom to reconsider.

“I know,” he assured her. “I’m not going to blindly run in there even if there is someone.”

“…Excuse me.”

Robin’s ears perked, and a brief flash of white overtook her field of vision. “Huh? Who’s there?”

Before her suddenly stood a ghostly figure, clad in garments identical to her own in every way. The oversized leggings over their boots, the thick pleats around their waists, the deep violet coat with the sextuple eyes stitched down the arms. Yet the face and voice presenting themselves were of a man — one with a shaggy nest of her same platinum hair. Still, he felt like her own mirror image.

“Robin?” Chrom asked, rushing to her side. “What’s going on?”

“Er, I don’t think your friends can see or hear me,” the ghost said, sheepishly rubbing the side of his face. “So, perhaps it’s a little optimistic for me to ask…”

Chrom continued to prod. “Robin.”

“It’s fine. Just give me a minute.” She held up her open palm in an effort to pacify him, and for the moment it seemed to work. Then, to the ghost, “Please, continue.”

“…Would you save my family?”

[femuirdris]

he is preparing his ensemble for the day of devotion

[ghost-tm]

freddy and his bear #hisbear

[femuirdris]

jjk meme from Frederick Friday :)

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Frederick Friday #2

[femuirdris]

Happy Frederick Friday (a little late)

Cynthia got him some cool glasses to celebrate the new year