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is he too late for a smooch

FIRST THREE IN MY INBOX GET KISSES3/3

The sun was gentle this morning, bringing light into the room, but staying neatly hidden behind sheer curtains to keep out the glare. It was a blessing, Emmeryn thought, as she rolled over, still half-asleep. She smiled lazily and moved closer to the large figure at her side, easily finding his forehead to touch her own to, despite her eyes being shut.

“Mm. What time is it?” Frederick muttered.

“Doesn’t matter,” Emmeryn yawned back, bringing up one hand to pat his bare back-- a bit of reassurance that he didn’t have to get up for patrols today. Nor would he for the next week and change. “No armor, no training, remember?”

He sighed, slipping an arm over her hips. “Easier said than done, Your Gr--”

She pinched his shoulder. “Frederick.”

A small sigh, and a rare moment of bemused smirking. He chuckled to himself. “Right... no more titles.”

Emmeryn’s eyes opened with a sleepy smile, their green all the more vibrant in the morning light. They shone like sunlight through tree leaves. “Only one title matters now.”

His own eyes turned to half-lidded. It was a treasure to see him this lax. Emmeryn wondered if he could keep it up for the entirety of their honeymoon, or if this would be the only moment she would ever have to see Sir Frederick the Wary so calm. 

He pulled her closer, and Emmeryn giggled lightly as she came to drape herself and her mass of messy curls over him. She leaned down to press her lips to his, lingering there as long as she liked-- no one could say it was improprietous to kiss one’s spouse, after all.

“My wife,” he murmured gruffly.

“My husband~”

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Send ‘K’ for a kiss from my muse.

Since moving back into Ylisstol Castle after the wars, things began to change. Memories came quicker, be they good or bad, and she was not treated with the same kind of delicacy as before. Emmeryn still met with doctors and therapists every week to evaluate her condition and track her progress, but she actually felt herself recovering. Body and mind.

Her feet sifted through the grass of the royal gardens in determined steps. In one hand she held her skirts up to her ankles, it made for better walking, and in her other was her cane. She was climbing a hill-- the doctors said that she would benefit from light athletics-- when her foot seized up. Her hip turned to rock, a hiss of pain. The cane would have gone out from under her, a sure and harsh fall awaiting, were it not for the arm that appeared around her waist. Another at her side. Both of them held her up and pulled her close to the tall figure-- Frederick. It was always Frederick. He had been timing all of his garden patrols to intersect her walks.

“Your Grace, are you alright?” he asked with a stern concern.

“Yes, I--” she tried to reassure him, but she felt a small spasm run through her leg. Another wince. “I think I’ve taken a bit too much activity today.”

Without saying another word, Frederick lifted her up, gently scooping Emmeryn up with an arm under her knees and the over along her back. It would have been astounding, how well her head fit against his neck and shoulder, had it not felt like a long lost friend.

Her breath brushed along his skin when she sighed. “Thank you.”

“Of course, Your Grace. Would you like to go to the terrace?” he asked. Emmeryn heard the way his professional tone softened ever so slightly for her.

“...No... can you take me to my mother’s garden?” she asked softly. “I don’t want to go back in yet.”

He carried her, but he kept his eyes forward. Of course, Emmeryn knew that Frederick was a knight above all else. He had a job, he had his sense of responsibility, but in her recovery she had begun to remember him. Them. And the affection they had shared, even if they had never spoken it aloud.

When he placed her down on the garden bench, Emmeryn took hold of his hand. “Will you... sit with me a bit, Sir Frederick?”

“As you wish, Your Grace,” he answered before taking a seat. Only then did he looked at her, and she knew why he had trouble doing so. His eyes looked so soft when they met her own.

“...Frederick, why are you always on your grounds patrols when I am on my walks?” she asked gently.

“Coincidence of scheduling, My Lady.”

“I don’t believe you,” she told him, smiling wistfully.

He did not answer, but he did not look away.

Emmeryn could remember several moments when they were both younger... when she had kiss his cheek in gratitude, and wished she’d had the courage for more. When he had reached out to take her hand, but recoiled on principle and position.

She moved, placing one hand on his shoulder before straining her back to lean into him. Her lips brushed over his in a whisper, lingering long enough that they both knew she had done it.

“I think... you should walk with me tomorrow, at my side... instead of lurking five steos behind,” she murmured.

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     “...I’m fine, Father-- Oh! My apologies. I mean... Sir Frederick.” 

  Truthfully, Irene is not fine. Her father is as formidable an instructor as he was in her time, and his daughter being so dedicated to his teachings means they have been training for much of their free day. After so many strikes, parries, and blocks Irene feels as though her sword arm is fit to topple off of her and her legs are turning to jelly, though she merely tightens her grip and steadies her wobbling stance. Her hair is falling from its already messy bun, but she cares not. She must be as every bit an accomplished warrior as the man who raised her. She must stand equal to him, if she’s to stand by him at all. 

     “We can keep training for a while longer. I don’t need a break; I’m not tired-- If this were a real battle, there wouldn’t be a choice  in the matter. The Risen don’t care how long you’ve been at arms for.”

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         “ reporting for training, sir frederick! ” he gives a mock salute, tome tucked beneath his arm and rocking back on his heels excitedly. he spent more time at the training field watching frederick work than practicing on his own. after all, magic was harder to blunt for practice than steel and it was awfully distracting to be around people like frederick flexing and swinging swords around. “ surprised to see me? ”

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Little Feet || [closed thread]

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The sun rose in shades of gold and pink that day, a peaceful morning. Emmeryn woke up early, as she always did, with her husband. Yawning big and stretching her legs as best she could before she sat up amidst the warm layer of sheets and quilts. Her bedroom was the same as it had always been, only now inhabited with books, decor, and clothing of Ylisse’s new General. 

Her hair was a mess of blonde curls, but still Emmeryn smiled as she stood up. A slight grunt, a hand against her back to stiffly waddle to the basin of warm water. She splashed her face a few times and let out another yawn.

“Did you sleep well?” she asked over her shoulder. Frederick rustled across the room, getting himself dressed for his day. Stiff button shirts and bow ties, as usual. “Or, should I ask, did you even sleep at all?” Knowing him, he hadn’t slept a wink. The poor man was stressed and worried beyond the point of sanity these days.

Emmeryn carefully slipped her swollen feet into a pair of fluffy slippers and placed a hand on the top of her heavy, round belly. It was odd, but already the baby was kicking today. Usually it was only active after dinner, but the little one was apparently excited.

“Oof--! The baby’s started in early today... Come feel.”

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Apprehension, then a primal urge screaming ‘RUN or be forced to lift weights until you DIE’ floods Tharja’s innermost thoughts when she spots a certain retrainer - and so she scrambles about, quickly remembering that she was currently in the barracks. There really is nowhere to escape.

“Frederick,” she says begrudgingly in lieu of greeting. Her arm tightens around the grimoire clutched against her chest and for a second, her hand slips ever so slightly. The very thought of Frederick’s self-developed, ‘Fantastic Fanatical Fitness Hour’, was enough to make her cringe and break out into a cold sweat.

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At least someone understands the health and safety of the children. -kindlingknight on mobile :v

     >Licks a child’s stolen lollipop(stealing candy from babies is way easier at night)

                ‘ ….. lol whut ’

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kindlingknight replied to your post: PS: one of the only times you will see Emmeryn’s...

frederick has a heart attack probably

what KIND of heart attack though?