#fredcherche

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long time no fire emblem

added the two valentine's requests for FEA to my collection ships include: lucisev, sumidelia, say'ri, frecherche, and gaius/tharja Ao3 link

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frederick/cherche - devotion

time flies huh

Frederick finds himself watching from the doorway,captivated by the sight of Cherche humming to their small son.  He is only days old and still the sight ofthe two of them is enough to make his breath catch, his mind still trying towrap itself around how this all came to be.

Cherche glances over her shoulder, an amused smile appearingon her face when she notices him. Swallowing past the lump in his throat, Frederick manages to step into theroom, his eyes lighting up as Cherche closes the distance between them,carefully placing Gerome in his arms.

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As the one who sent the FrederickCherche ask, the reason why I loved it was that the way you write about them is so amazing that it would seem that those two are meant to be with each other, and I absolutely love it. So, I have headcanon for them: Modern!AU. On cold winter nights, Frederick would knit matching sweaters for both of them and drink hot chocolate beside the fireplace, and on fine sunny days, Cherche would have picnics under a tree's shade, the food she had prepared are his favorite.

This is so adorable, thank you for sharing!!

I can just picture the two of them all curled up together in front of the fireplace, talking about everything and anything and Cherche stealing sips of Frederick’s hot chocolate when hers runs out because she’s much too comfortable to move.And on those nice days where Cherche can convince Frederick to spend the afternoon relaxing and enjoying the weather, he probably ends up falling asleep on her lap, not quite realizing how much he needed a break until Cherche starts to run her fingers through his hair and his eyes begin to droop.

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Some prompt fills from twitter under the cut

Lily White – cleaning 

Umi settles down on the bench with a sigh, resting her sore muscles and enjoying the light breeze while trying to catch her breath.  Reaching up, she wipes the sweat from her brow with the back of one hand, trying to ignore the loud shouts and laughter from Rin and Nozomi.  She really cannot complain too much since they are technically cleaning between randomly splashing each other with soapy water.  

It takes her longer than usual to notice the sudden quiet, a shiver running through her spine as it can only mean one thing.  Umi barely has time to prepare herself, attempting to scramble away from the bench as Nozomi and Rin each grab a shoulder and pull her into a sudden, soapy hug.

MakiPana – dessert

“Ah, Maki-chan, you need to try this, it’s so good!”  Hanayo lets out a content sigh, scooping up some of the dessert and leaning across the table to press the spoon against Maki’s lips.  A sweet taste fills her mouth and Maki smiles in appreciation, nearly ready to share her thanks when her eyes fall to the spoon.  Hanayo brings another bite of the dessert to her own lips, closing her eyes and humming happily.  All coherent thought leaves Maki’s mind and her face begins to heat up as she watches Hanayo enjoy the rest of her treat.

NozoEli – pictures

Eli’s eyes widen in surprise as the fireflies begin to appear, dancing through the air in lazy circles. She turns to Nozomi with an excited smile, words a jumbled mess as she tries to share all of her thoughts at once. A soft gasp fills the air as her attention is captured by one firefly coming to rest on her finger.  Nozomi waits for just the right moment, sneaking her phone out from her pocket and framing the shot.  She captures the scene just as the firefly lights up and Eli’s eyes nearly begin to cross.

NozoEli – touch

“Are you sure-“  Eli’s words are cut off by Nozomi snuggling closer, burying her nose against the crook of Eli’s neck.  Lashes brush against her neck, the ticklish sensation sending shivers down Eli’s spine.

“It’s fine, go to sleep…” Nozomi presses a trail of sleepy kisses against bare skin, lips lingering just long enough to distract Eli from her train of thought.  

Curling into Nozomi’s warmth, Eli takes a deep breath before slowly releasing it, one final thought escaping, “If it’s too bright-“

The sound of Nozomi’s laughter fills the room as she presses a finger to Eli’s lips, firmly responding, “Good night, Eli.”

Frederick/Cherche - understanding

“I… you… we…”  Frederick stumbles over the words, eyes beginning to widen in realization as he begins to make sense of what Cherche is implying.  His hand moves from her hip, fingertips lightly trailing over the slight swell of her stomach.  “Truly?”

A smile lights up his face and Cherche takes a moment to appreciate the giddy expression that appears.  She laces their fingers together, pressing his hand more firmly against her stomach and sighing in contentment as Frederick presses a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

Frederick/Cherche - gentle

Frederick’s touch lingers as he brushes Cherche’s hair back, watching with a fond smile as she tries to mask her yawn.  His hands eventually settle along her waist and Frederick leans forward to press a kiss to her stomach, earning an amused giggle.

Cherche’s fingers playfully ruffle his hair in response, nails lightly scratching against his scalp, but Frederick pays it no mind, resting his cheek against her growing belly.  He waits for the soft fluttering sensation to appear, placing one last kiss to Cherche’s stomach before sitting up and gathering Cherche in his arms.

“Thank you.”

Frederick/Cherche (w/ Gerome and Minerva) - family

Cherche finds Frederick talking softly to Minerva, a soft expression on his face as he absentmindedly scratches at her favorite spots.  The moment Minerva spots Cherche approaching, she straightens, standing at attention and lightly sniffing the air, cocking her head to the side as she notices the tiny bundle in Cherche’s arms.

Minerva hesitantly steps forward, pressing her nose against the blanket and freezing as Gerome begins to move around, uttering soft noises.

Frederick comes to stand by Cherche’s side, one arm wrapping around her waist, and they watch as Minerva’s curiosity grows.  With a low cooing noise, she gently nudges the blankets once more and a tiny hand comes to rest against her snout.

Frederick + Gerome - tiny

Though he has a perfectly serviceable bassinet, Frederick is content to hold Gerome as he naps, carefully smoothing back messy wisps of hair and tracing over each little feature.  It still seems slightly surreal, almost like a dream that he would hate to wake from.   An impossibly small hand wraps around his finger, pulling him from his thoughts, and Frederick hardly dares to breathe.

Glancing up, Frederick finds Cherche watching the two of them, smiling as she finishes sewing a tiny plush Minerva together.  There are so many things that he wishes to say but he finds that the words stick in his throat, none of them able to properly convey his feelings in this moment.

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Frederick/Cherche - bruise

The touch is featherlight against his side but it is more than enough to make him stiffen for a split second. From next to him, Cherche lets out an amused hum, going back to rubbing ointment along his arm that chills his skin to soothe the burns underneath. He doesn’t know what hurts worse at this point: the burns, bruises, or wounded pride.

“I told you Minerva doesn’t know her own strength,” Cherche finally says, failing to hide the grin on her face. 

Frederick glances down at her with a frown, sullen like a petulant child (though he will never admit it) as he grumbles, “Yes, well, she still didn’t have to throw me on top of the campfire and ruin a perfectly good flame.”

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One day I will write a proper story for FredCherche

"Your tie is coming loose."   The comment catches him off guard and Frederick pauses, turning his attention to Cherche.  She clucks her tongue, a playful expression on her face as she approaches.  “Let me fix that for you, Sir Frederick.”

Without waiting for a response, Cherche's fingers tug at the edges of Frederick's tie, pulling him forward.  He places his hands on her shoulders to steady himself before sending her a curious glance. 

 "I do no-"  His words trail off as another, more forceful tug brings his face lower.  Wayward strands of Cherche's hair tickle his chin and Frederick can only blink, watching as his tie slips from her fingers to fall on the floor. 

 "Oops..."  Cherche's voice is low, the smile on her face anything but innocent as she reaches for Frederick's collar and pulls him down to her level.  She laughs at Frederick's stunned expression before pressing a kiss to his lips.   

And a big thank you to @ocelotoss for unintentionally inspiring this.