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[lumen-adstrum]

Morning Ritual

It’s late morning, the sun shines obnoxiously bright through the sheer bedroom curtains and makes the room uncomfortably hot beneath the covers. [Y/N] flips the sheets off tiredly, trying to submit to sleep once more. The gentle noise in the kitchen, however, causes curiosity. Their husband does try his hardest to be quiet in the mornings, knowing they’re a light sleeper, but the clatter of dishes and a light curse is more than enough to make them climb out of bed.

Their feet sound silent against the wooden floors, rubbing sleep from their eyes as a yawn tumbles out. Stahl looks to the hallway in alarm, like a deer in headlights. “Did I wake you up? I’m so sorry…” That pitifully guilty look on his face tugs as the heartstrings. They shake their head gently in response with a tired smile before coming closer for a ritual morning hug. They would never tell, but it was mostly for the warmth, love was a lovely bonus though.

“I was already awake before I heard the noise. So… What is it you’re messing with my dear?” Their eyebrow quirked in an almost teasing manner as they peaked at the mess of dishes behind him. The way Stahl stumbles to stand in front of the mess in an attempt to block it from view makes them laugh mirthfully and their head falls against his chest with a gentle thump. 

“Try not to look at the collateral damage… I was trying to make crepes… but they’re so thin! It’s impossible [Y/N]!” The way his brow creases in a pout as he glares at the mess behind him is enough to make anyone’s heart soar. “They tear every time I try to flip them…” That final sentence was enough to make them laugh before abruptly covering their mouth, trying desperately to hold it in.

“Stahl, dearest, step aside.” Swatting his arm gently, they step up to the stove to show him how it’s done. The batter dribbles onto the buttered pan smoothly, spreading out before they swish it to cover the surface in a rather thin layer. Then, they wait. Nothing more, nothing less, and Stahl watches with a questionable gaze as they turn the heat down. 

“Light heat, love. You’re cooking on too high of a heat. Lastly, no flipping.” Taking a plate in hand, [Y/N] gives him a quick glance before they turn the pan over and onto the plate. A golden circle, flat and slightly shiny is revealed to Stahl who resembles a gawking fish at the sight. Laughter sounds as he’s handed the plate with a gentle pat. “Now, go find some fruit and whipped cream, please?” He nods eagerly and disappears in the direction of the fridge.

They make themselves a crepe before sitting at their little dining table for two. The birds chirp gently as they eat in peace with an easy-going conversation flowing between the couple. 

It’s only been three years since Grima’s fall, but the kingdom was thriving as were the individuals who had fought in that horrific fate. Stahl had been a sweetheart to them back in the Plegian war, but their bond had only grown stronger as time went on. He only gained the bravery to ask [Y/N] for a simple date after the fight of Grima. It took him so long to ask for their hand in marriage, a mere three months ago they had their wedding. Even Chrom, the exalt himself was in attendance. 

His eyes drifted to his lover, scanning their left hand and spotting the engraved band on their fourth finger. It shined warmly in the peaking sunlight, and as his eyes slowly trailed to their face, his own sun was smiling just as warmly at him. “I love you.” Despite having said it so many times by now, hearing it come from their lips makes his heart thump wildly against his chest.

They stand, gathering empty plates and pressing a chaste kiss to Stahl’s lips, one he happily reciprocates. “I love you too.”

A/N: Another short little scenario with our lovely Stahl. I’ve been craving some subtle marital fluff and he seems like the perfect breakfast company! Will be continuing to write for requests VERY soon!

[lumen-adstrum]

Can we get some Say’ri x reader?

A/N: Thank you for the request dearest, it took me a long time to try and write something. Say’ri has so little support conversation to learn more about her character, it’s actually very disappointing... Regardless, I hope that what I wrote might suffice! It is rather short.

Complacency

It’s a calm day, an unusual moment of peace where the prince and tactician are comfortable with their future plots yet not fully prepared to act on them. Truly, it is a blessing for the army to have a day of rest, most of them had already departed to retire to their tents early to write home, other’s had gone to the market in search of entertainment or goods. [Y/N] remained among one of the few who continued to work despite their time off. 

Their hands went through the motions of sharpening each of the swords in the barracks before dipping a cloth in polish and carefully shining each steel. Among the more serious crowd in the army, some thought them to be unapproachable, others would say admirably dedicated. The tent rustled as someone entered. 

“[Y/N]? Still hard at work, I see, you make for a fine soldier.” Say’ri’s voice was polite, a small hint of amusement still trickled out as the corners of her eyes crinkled in a smile. “It’s a fine day for rest, wouldn’t you agree?” She watched them lift their head, giving their own mirthful smile before shaking their head with a low chuckle.

“I cannot deny that it is a wonderful day. However, trouble can arise at any moment, it would be best for us to be a step ahead, no?”

“Aye. I cannot argue with that. Perhaps… It would be easier with an extra set of hands. Then you can rest, yes?” She was stubborn, that much was surely true. Even so, [Y/N] only nodded their head in acceptance, handing over a spare rag of polish. “Glad to see you agree.” 

At first, it all remained quiet for the most part, some idle chatter here and there but Say’ri was just as focused as they could be. She was also known to work tirelessly, as both an avid guard of Tiki but also as the Princess of Chon’sin. Now that they thought about it… the war was likely weighing heavily on her, especially after what had happened with Yen’fay. “Say’ri… Do you ever… perhaps regret coming with us?” 

There was laughter, abrupt yet still soft as if she had heard the most preposterous thing. “I feel no such thing. The road may be rough, aye, but it would be rough no matter what I chose to do. Having friends like you at my side has proved to be more than enough to keep me content with the life I’ve chosen.” The response was enough to soothe any worries, [Y/N] smiling to themself before nodding firmly. They could learn a thing or two from such positive thinking.

It took another hour before the polishing had been finished, the two standing proud before the wrack of weaponry. “We did a fine job, don’t you think?”

“I do believe we did. Now, as you promised, it’s time to rest, so out you go.” Say’ri wasted no time in gently shooing them outside, her smile never faltering as her companion sighed in response. “I was hoping… Perhaps you would join me for tea?” The invitation was out in the air, and she waited patiently for a response.

“I think that would be nice.” [Y/N’s] response was simple but said plenty enough for Say’ri to lead them back to her tent in an almost excited manner. It wasn’t often that the swordswoman could extend an invitation to tea, nonetheless show someone the culture of Chon’sin. She was quick to heat a kettle over a small personal fire outside as she set up space inside to be more welcoming and comfortable. “Here, here, have a seat.” With those words, she left to fetch the kettle before returning inside to complete the tea.

“The tea smells… quite strong.” The aroma was nice, however, but it was still something [Y/N] didn’t find familiar. The color was rich when Say’ri poured it, the woman offering a reassuring smile as she pushed the cup forward.

“It’s a Chon’sin favorite, I was hoping to show you a little of my home.” It was a tradition at this rate for Say’ri to share tea from her home with people she liked and trusted. [Y/N] looked at the cup quietly before gently taking it in their hands and sipping just a small gulp of the steaming liquid. It was bitter, but with a sweet aftertaste that left their head reeling momentarily. 

“I can see why. It tastes quite nice. I think it would go well with dessert.” The bitter flavor wasn’t overpowering, with the tinge of sweetness to exaggerate the flavors. Seeing her company liked it, Say’ri laughed in relief, her hand reaching to take their’s in her own. 

“I am glad to hear it, I want to show you many things from Chon’sin.” The gentle look in her eyes was enough to make [Y/N’s] stomach flutter as their fingers gently tightened in Say’ri’s grip. It was quiet for a moment, all the talking was done through their eyes. There is a silent loving trust between the two, reserved yet they share a small intimacy.

“And I can’t wait to see them all.”