How about a story with Felix and Byleth’s little one constantly crying and she’s unable to soothe them because they want their papa?
(I miss writing for Felix so much...U V U )
“Felix,” He was startled by his wife’s voice in his office. You were supposed to have the day off from duties, to take care of your child. “I need your help.”
“Is everything okay?” He asked, but was already on his feet and following you down the corridor. Both of you deeply valued your time off, so when something cut into that, it very rarely could be ignored.
You shook your head, leading him back to your shared chambers in the monastery. “It is Eisner.”
Now you were both jogging-- mainly because Felix almost broke into a sprint at his daughter’s name.
“What happened??”
“I do not know, but she can't stop crying. I fear she may have hurt herself, or worse.” You replied as you both hit the stairs.
You rushed up, skipping two steps at a time to keep up with Felix’s ever-increasing speed. Though to be fair, it did seem to be an emergency.
He could hear her wails through the bedroom doors. She was only three months old-- what could possibly have upset her so badly?!
Felix burst into the room with a hand on his blade, ready to take down whoever had hurt his daughter.
To his surprise, it was just Flayn, trying to soothe the baby in her arms. So far it wasn’t working.
She was startled by the sudden entrance, but it gave way to relief when she saw the parents hurrying to her and the caterwauling baby.
“Oh, thank goodness you’re back! I’m sorry, Archbishop, I really tried, but nothing will calm her down!”
“It’s fine, Flayn. I didn’t expect you to. When she gets like this, there’s only one person who can.” You replied cryptically as you reached for the baby.
Flayn was more than happy to hand her over, though the crying did not stop even in her mother’s arms. Felix pressed close, running his hand over her hair, searching for the source of her anguish.
“Is she hungry? Or did she eat something she wasn’t supposed to? Was she bitten by something??” His touch seemed to catch the little girl’s attention, her loud crying slowly turning into sniffled sobs.
“No, she’s not hungry or hurt. She just wanted to see you.”
His face blanched when you passed the baby to him. Almost as soon as she was held by her father, the crying stopped.
“I…what?”
Father and daughter stared blankly at each other, though his daughter’s wide, tear-rimmed eyes were far cuter than his.
He looked between Eisner and his wife, deeply confused by the situation. You simply shrugged, gesturing at the three-month-old.
“When she’s inconsolable like that, it’s usually because she misses you.”
“What? How do you-?” He racked his brain, trying to think of a time when this happened before. There had been some times where she was fussy when you held her, but nothing like this.
Flayn giggled, “Does this mean she likes you better than the Archbishop? What a surprise!”
“I knew she’d be a daddy’s girl from the first day." You smiled at them, watching Felix’s face slowly turn red. “Don’t you remember how she wailed when she was born? But as soon as you got your hands on her, she fell right asleep.”
“How sweet!!”
“All right, all right-”
“And every time she wakes up in the night crying, Felix takes care of her. Unless she needs to eat, of course.”
“W-well I’m not gonna make you take care of her on top of everything else you do! You need your rest more than anybody!”
“I know,” You reached up to cup his blushing face (which only made it worse), “That’s why I know you’re her favorite. She knows you’ll take care of her.”
Flayn’s squeal was barely suppressed- which only served to bring Felix closer to bursting into flames.
“Enough! Don’t you have other duties to tend to?!”
“I suppose I do, milord.” She curtsied with an impish grin, “Do let me know if the two of you require any assistance! Though it seems you’re fine now that Papa’s here.”
“You-!!”
“That’ll be all, Flayn.” You dismissed her with a chuckle. The silly girl made a break for the door before Felix could throw something.
He glared sharply at you, turning his nose up at his ridiculous wife.
“Honestly, why do you encourage her? You couldn’t let me keep a shred of dignity today?”
“What do you mean? I think it’s incredibly dignified that you’re such an attentive father. Do you think it’s embarrassing?”
“Of course I don’t.” He snapped, “I just...don’t need Flayn running around telling other people about it. Sylvain would mock me for years if he knew I sprinted across campus because my daughter cried.”
“If he tries to tease you about it, you can make fun of him for being a deadbeat.”
“He’s not a deadbeat, he’s just a moron.” He huffed, bouncing the gurgling baby girl. “Besides, it’s your day off. You shouldn’t have to worry about anything and resting properly.”
“Well we were, until she wanted to see you. And now I’m sure you realize that when she wants you, she’s unstoppable.”
Felix smiled softly at his little daughter. “Yes, I suppose I do. Thank you for making it clear which parent is your favorite, Eisner.”
“Whoa, now…I didn’t say anything about being the favorite.” You nudged his shoulder, “She just prefers your company when she’s upset. She sees you more as a nursemaid than anything else.”
“No, you’ve made it clear, as has my daughter. She prefers her father’s love over her mother…which is completely reasonable.”
You shook your head, watching the little girl’s eyes sparkle at her father’s smile. “Oh, dear…I fear we’ve created a monster, Eisner.”
“Don’t try to win her over now- she won’t be swayed from her father’s love.” His chest puffed with pride, all while planting a barrage of kisses to her chubby little cheeks. “Now is there anything else you need? Or should you get back to lazing around while I tend to our child?”
“I just needed you to make her stop crying. You can get back to work. It’s not your day off.” You reminded him with a cheeky grin, though Felix was unconvinced.
“If I leave again she'll cry, will she not? Perhaps I ought to stay. I can afford a half day to make sure you’re not doing anything strenuous.”
“If you’re offering to spend the rest of the day with your girls…we would be happy to have you.” You wrapped an arm around his waist, tousling Eisner’s hair.
Felix leaned over, kissing the top of your head. “Let me head back to the office to finish up a few things, then the rest of my day is yours.”
“Shall I take Eisner until you-”
“No, no. Best she come with me. Wouldn’t want her to start crying again while she’s waiting for her favorite parent to come back.”
“...On second thought, maybe we don’t want you to stay with-”
“Too late! It’s been decided.” He grinned, turning on his heel with his giggling little daughter in tow. “Come along, Eisner. Let’s take care of business.”
You shook your head in disbelief, watching the man you married march from the room with a babbling baby in tow.
Whether he admitted it or not, he was over the moon that Eisner was so comforted by her father. And he would gladly cross oceans and mountains just to dry her tears. A little sprint across the monastery was nothing.
A fact you’d do well to remember the next time she missed her papa- this time would certainly not be the last.
i'm back from my trip! i thought i'd be able to finish all 3 remaining drawings for my october challenge, but i'm still half-way done with the last one.
the request was 'felix and byleth'. i went with whichever version of byleth i wanted to draw at the time.
