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I love your style of writing! Do you think you have any Xander stories that survived? If not no worries :)

Tragically I haven't any old Xander fics... one of the archive docs that was given to me no longer links to archived stories but a deleted Tumblr blog... so there'll be a bunch of fellas we'll have to start from scratch on!!!

Please feel free to send in as many requests as you'd like ;; U ;;

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I’ve been dealing with a lot of anxiety lately so I was wondering if you have any fluff/comfort dimileth prompts? Miss that couple :’) Love your work btw! ^^

I have a few in the inbox, but please feel free to send in some prompts with a couple of specifics and I'd be happy to write one for you ;; --- ;;

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(also sorry for such a long gap between new uploads, i went to toronto for a week and came back just in time to learn i'm now a second class citizen thanks to who a bunch of morons voted in so it's been a lot of ups and downs in a short period of time :') i hope yall are coping better than i am but rest assured we'll have plenty of new stories to get us thru it sdkfjskdjf)

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I need lonqu taking care of a sick robin

(I’m just on a sick fic kick right now yall)

It was clear to anyone watching the swordmaster marching down the streets of Ferox that he was not okay. He looked like he was seconds away from murder if someone so much as looked at him wrong.

Jaw clenched, fists tense and eyes sharper than the blade at his hip, Lon’qu looked to be a force of nature. A demon, in all honesty. But if you knew him in any personal manner, it was obvious he wasn’t angry at all.

Rather, he was deeply worried and verging on a full-on panic attack. Such was Lissa’s observation as she tried to keep up with him, though he was far more adept at rushing through deep snow than she was.

“H-hey, do you mind slowing down a little bit?? It’s nearly impossible to keep up with you in a blizzard!!”

“There’s no time.” Lon’qiu barked, “It’s bad enough I had to leave Robin alone to get you out of that damn carriage.”

“Hey, if we could’ve gotten here easier, you know I would have! But the snow is just crazy this time of year. Even Feroxi transport struggles! I don’t know why you sent for me, anyway.”

“There are healers that have traveled from Plegia to try and alleviate the demand because of this illness.” Lon’qu explained briskly, “I don’t want to wait for someone to show up. You’re the only one I trust with Robin-”

“Wow, that’s so nice-”

“-That’s available. Libra and Maribelle are already working with others in Ferox.” He continued, earning an annoyed scoff.

“I see your arrogance hasn’t changed! That’s no way to talk to a woman who just risked life and limb to help your wife.”

Lon’qu brushed her off, pushing open the gate to the home he’d left for far too long. The smoke billowing from the chimney still seemed steady, which was odd. He’d been gone for an hour. The smoke should have thinned out due to logs burning away, unless…

“Damn that woman-” Lon’qu grabbed Lissa’s hand as she trudged through the gate, practically yanking the poor princess up the hill to the house.

“W-whoa!! Slow down, you can’t just grab at me like that, you ass-”

“Robin!!”

Lissa stalled when Lon’qu’s hand left her, finding the house in disarray all around her. It looked as though it hadn’t been cleaned in days.

Worse yet, the subject of his exclamation was on her feet, poker trembling over the fire held by shaking, pale hands. Glassy eyes passed over the princess’ face, but Robin didn’t seem to register that she was looking at her dear friend.

“What the hells are you doing?? You’re supposed to be in bed!” Lon’qu snapped at his wife, taking the iron poker from your grasp and quickly directing you away from the flames. His ire quickly redirected to the princess. “And shut the door!!”

It jolted her back into focus, the door hastily shut and latched to prevent the ice from blowing in. Lon’qu busied himself with his wife. 

“You know what, I don’t even want to know why you’re out of bed.” He grumbled, throwing a blanket over you that was lopsided on the recliner. “You swore to me that you’d sleep.”

“I…woke up.” You swallowed thickly, wincing at the pain down your throat. Lon’qu shook his head, carefully lifting you off your feet. He carried you from the den, jerking his head to motion Lissa to follow.

The princess set her outerwear aside, snow and ice dripping into a puddle on the floor. Lon’qu had yet to change out of his freezing clothes, but it was clear his own health was the lowest priority.

“It got…cold…” Your voice was trembling harder than your hands were. Lissa quickened her pace, hurrying into the bedroom just as Lon’qu settled you into the quilts.

The bedroom was in just as rough a state; it was clear Lon’qu had been neglectigng just about everything except for his wife.

“I‘m sorry. I tried to get back before the fire burned out. But you should’ve stayed in bed, regardless.” Lon’qu added with a growl, tucking the blankets around you as tightly as he could.  “Lissa’s here to take care of you now; so don’t even think of getting up until you’re better.”

He looked up at said royal, who was swift in joining you at the bedside. She pressed her hand to your forehead, testing for temperature. Calling it a fever would be an understatement.

“Naga…how are you that hot but still so pale??” She was incredulous; this illnesss was severe in every sense of the word.

“How long has she been like this, Lon’qu?” She pulled the pouch around her waist to the front, digging for the vials of dried herbs she needed first.

“It started a week ago, and it’s only gotten worse each day that goes by. She started deteriorating about five days ago,when I first sent word to you.”

“Thank goodness you called when you did…this isn’t good.” She mumbled, “Five days of fever and goodness knows what else. I’m starting to understand why the healers are preoccupied.”

He stood back to give her needed space. “This season is always hard for our clerics, but this year’s spread has been especially brutal. Seven people died in the last two weeks, alone.”

“Well, Robin won’t become one of them. I promise.” She assured him, popping the cork on her vial of dried moringa. “I need a mortar and pestle, and hot water.”

“Understood.”

She’d barely measured the ingredients out on the bedside table before Lon’qu was back, a piping kettle in one hand and the heavy stone bowl in the other.

So the work began. Lon’qu lingered at the foot of the bed, switching between pacing and looking over Lissa’s shoulder to make sure she was working hard.

For a couple of minutes, it seemed to be effective. Your face relaxed as Lissa gently smeared some sort of ointment along your neck, and your breathing deepened.

He noted that your doctor seemed quite pleased with the immediate response, before she got back to work grinding herbs away in the mortar. She cast her gave back at your husband, who seeme dincapable of calming down even for a second.

“So, what’s going on, anyway? You’re talking about this like it’s some sort of seasonal disease. Is it common in Ferox?”

“It is; the common name is Feroxi Flu.”

“Creative.”

“It has a proper title, but since it’s a strain that only hits this region due to Ferox’s set up, you’ll hear the common name a lot more.”

“Well, the ‘flu’ part is quite accurate in her case. All the symptoms are pointing to a severe infection, but it’s nothing that can’t be reversed with rest, constant care and a wathcful eye.”

“Tell me what she needs.”

Lissa smiled softly, seeing determination burn brightly in his eyes. She couldn’t think of the last time she’d heard him utter anything with that level of emotion, except for the day she and Chrom brought you back to your husband’s side in Ferox after your sacrifice.

The reunion was an ocean of tears and promises never to abandon him again, and he had been quite bashful about the royals witnessing his outburst when he regained himself.

So to see him with that same fire in his eyes again made her realize that this was very serious…at least, to him. From what Lissa was able to see in the medical examination suggested otherwise.

“Well, if I’m being honest it’s a lot worse than it should be given her age and general health. So I’m fairly confident in saying it’s this bad because of Robin pushing herself too hard.”

“I haven’t been-”

“She’s gotten out of bed nearly every single day since she got sick.” Lon’qu confirmed, glaring sharply at his wife. She wilted under his reprimanding gaze, amusing to the healer.

“So Robin, you’re going to start with some good, long rest and penty of fluids. Vegetable and chicken broth will be best. Ginger tea will be a good drink option…she hasn’t been eating a lot, right?”

“She throws up nearly everything she eats. I’ve been able to get her to keep bread and some tea down. I’ve had trouble with anything hardier.”

“Then let’s do ginger tea first, and then introduce the broth. So long as she can eat, she’ll regain her strength. As for the congestion and other symptoms…”

The princess rattled off a number of remedies and herbal mixtures he would be tasked with grinding and preparing for you while you recovered. The state of you was certainly concerning, but nothing that you couldn’t bounce back from.

You coughed through a thank you, knowing what a trek it must have been just to tend to one patient. You offered for her to stay the night with you, but she had already prepared accommodations in the city courtesy of the Khan (who also demanded to know how you were doing when they found out the reason for the princess’/ visit).

Lon’qu led her to the door, and once again the house fell silent against the whipping winds of Ferox’s blizzard.

You nestled back into the pillows, fending off another coughing fit. The soft thuds of your husband’s feet caught your attention, and he passed back into the room with a number of warm-looking dishes on a tray.

“I’m sure that all smells delicious, if I could smell.” You joked, pushing yourself up some to sit up properly. Lon’qu set them on the bedside table one by one, before he sat down beside you once more.

“Eat this. Lissa said it will help ease the congestion.”

The gentler, softer side of Lon’qu was always such a sweet thing to experience. Even in your currnet state, a smile crept up your lips as you watched him spoon a mouthful of soup from the bowl for you.

“I could feed myself, you know.”

“Lissa said rest was key. That means you’re not lifting a finger, if I can help it.” He replied gruffly, holding it up. Obediently you accepted the food, earning a satisfied expression. “Good. Once you’re done, take this medicine-- then you can sleep.”

“I’ll take it on one condition,” You held up a finger as he presented another spoonful of broth. His eyes narrowed, suspicious.

“Are you seriously trying to bargain with me right now?”

“You have to read to me until I fall asleep.”

“Tch.” He clicked his tongue, pressing the spoon to your mouth. You tried not to splutter a laugh, knowing he’d only be more agitated if you spat out the food. “Why would you want me to read to you? I’m no good at it and I have half the speed you do.”

“But you really do such a good job… I love listening to you read. It gives me joy.” You spoke earnestly, watching his ears burn brighter with every word. He looked away with a groan, the glare sharpening over his frown.

“Damn you…fine, if it matters so much to you, I’ll do it just this once! But only because you’re ill, got it??”

“Thank you, my love.”

“Gh…! S-shut up and eat.” He snapped, all but shoving the next spoon into your mouth. You grinned behind the wood utensil, finding delight in how easily you could fluster such a prickly man. 

You finished the rest of your food promptly, and without any further bartering. And of course the bitter medicine came after, but as promised, Lon’qu reluctantly trudged back to the bed with your latest novel, opened to the page you last read and started stumbling through the paragraphs.

If you were bothered by his lack of literary skills, you didn't say it. Instead you leaned into his side, and threaded your fingers with his, listening to the tale that unfolded while Lon’qu continued on.

He did not know when you fell asleep, but he did not stop reading until dark…and not beccause he liked holding your hand for so long, or anything.

No, that wasn’t it at all.

While you wouldn’t make a full recovery for another week and a half, Lon’qu was there to support you through every minute of it (and maybe possibly secretly hold your hand when able, as well).

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Not a request, but welcome back!! I thought you were eaten by the void. I'm glad you're doing well! UmU

Mercifully I have not been consumed yet (but it was close)!! lol

Thanks for welcoming me back :"))))

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Could you do a little fic with Frederick x F!Robin 🥺? Pretty please 👉👈? Maybe one where Freddy gets really really sick and Robin is just scared because like, you know, she loves him so much, and what can you do when your stuck on a military campaign in the middle of nowhere and your husbands near dead with fever

(I have been working on this story for the last few months...enjoy 18 pages of angst and fluff and sniffling Freddybear ;;; U ;;; )

Frederick did not get sick. His immune system was impeccably strong; practically impenetrable to any disease or virus that would seek to bring him down.

You believed Lissa’s fervent stories about how Frederick would clear a cold with a single sneeze; seeing how your husband took such meticulous care of his help suggested he was as healthy as the myths foretold.

You had only been married a short while; a little over six months, following the few months courtship after you were found.

So it was very new; but it was also the only life you knew. Frederick had quickly gone from being a distrusting nuisance to the one constant in your life.

He was always there with a smile, a kiss or a squeeze of your hand. His patience was unending, and his compassion for your struggles with amnesia was unwavering. There was no normal without Frederick by your side.

But when the journey to Ferox led to a blizzard on top of a blizzard, it was only natural that not everyone in the encampment could weather the cold.

Vaike caught a bad flu first; of course he did, what with insisting on wearing as little warm clothing as possible to show off his glorious body.

Miriel would chastise him as she treated him, though there was very little one could do to sotp help the body heal from natural illness.

Injuries? Sure. Sickness caused by your own stupidity? Not so much.

Chrom quickly set the Shepherds to work to try and stop the sickness from spreading, but the measures he was taking weren’t good enough. There was still a bit of a journey to the nearest village, before reaching the capital city.

For now, everyone was to shelter in place and try their very best to get the fires burning high and hot. With hearty stew prepared for dinner and thick blankets distributed to the soldiers, it seemed like survival from the cold would be successful.

The darkness had made it difficult to tell just what time it is, but you were just exhausted. The final evening counsel had concluded, and you hurried back to the tent. Frederick assured you he’d follow once he finished checking over each of the fires in camp..

A task which normally took about half an hour, seemed to be taking much longer. You busied yourself with insulating the tent (as he carefully taught you), and had a small orb of fire floating safely in the center of the tent.

It was like a personal haven of heat…and you didn’t want to leave it.

At least, not until the tent flap opened, letting in a howl of cold air.

“Frederick, quickly!” You gasped, motioning for him to latch it shut. “It’ll take ages to reheat the tent!!”

“Forgive me, my dear,” Frederick’s voice was trembling as he shivered despite himself. “I am feeling slightly more tired than I realized.”

“You? Tired? Impossible.” You laughed some, but regarded him just the same, eyebrows raised. “You don’t think it’s the weather, do you? Neither of us are really built to withstand freezing temperatures like this…maybe it’s having an impact on your health.”

“My health is fine, as always.” He dismissed the very thought as he loosened the straps of his armor. “I am simply tired from making sure our campfires will last the night. Not all of us know how to do this warming enchantment, after all.”

“If it didn’t cost so much mana, I would cast it for everyone’s tents.” You agreed, rising to help him place the armor on its stand.

“We do need you to preserve as much as possible.” He agreed, “But I suppose I can allow it for our personal tent…for now.”

“Even the strict Lieutenant Frederick deserves to indulge every now and then.” You grinned, passing him his nightshirt before returning to the bedding.

“I suppose it is an indulgence, but the warmth is quite welcome…Ferox feels particularly biting this time of year.”

“Hmm. Cordelia said it’s actually much milder than usual. Which is saying something, given it feels like the temperature’s in the negatives.” You said with a shiver, but Frederick did not seem to notice.

Slowly, Frederick finished his nighttime routine and settled into bed with you, wishing you goodnight with a kiss. But something was…off. Your brow furrowed, making a small noise when your lips parted.

“Darling? You’re…rather warm. Do you feel all right?”

Frederick took a moment to process your words, but seemed unaffected. “I am sure it is only the tent. Come morning I’m sure my body temperature will drop the second we step outside. We should…rest.”

Frederick was asleep in the span of a few breaths. You shook your head, subconsciously noting that his body heat seemed to rise as you followed into slumber.

With a yawn and a stretch, you faced the next morning well-rested and plenty warm. That heating spell was a true work of art; you made a note to figure out methods to expand it to benefit all of the Shepherds.

The dim light seeping into the tent suggested it was just after dawn; time to get ready to face the day. But when you shifted to get up, something solid touched your back on the bedroll.

You turned to find Frederick still asleep beside you.

“What in the name of- Frederick? My love?” You reached for his face, feeling heat simmer beneath your fingertips. Too much heat.

“Frederick.” You called him again, a little firmer, and pushed on his shoulder. His breath was shallower, and he wasn’t responding to you.

“Freddybear, it’s past time to get up. You’re not going to have time to set all the fires!” You pressed, and that seemed to do the trick.

Frederick groaned, squeezing his eyes before they slowly fluttered open. “Mmnh…Robin…?”

“Good morning, sleepyhead. You’re quite late for your morning tasks. Shall I take care of them so you can rest?” If he was feeling unwell enough to sleep through the first hour of his day, then…

“That’s all right, Robin. I do appreciate the offer.” He dismissed you, rising slowly from his back and starting to stand.

There was a mild dizziness in his steps, as though disoriented from waking up. It had you on your feet behind him, placing a steadying hand to the small of his back.

“My dear, I don’t think you should do anything today. You’re looking a bit unwell, and the last thing I want is-”

“Nonsense. I have never once gotten ill; I am in peak condition, as always.”

“Then why are your eyes so glassy? And why are you struggling to keep your balance?”

“My oversleeping has simply left me disoriented.” He shook his head, “I know my body, Robin. If there is something wrong, I will not ignore it.”

“Unless something more important than your health happens, first.” You sighed, to which Frederick averted his gaze. Guilty as charged. “I know you, Frederick. You have a track record nearly as long as my own that shows you’d rather die than forget to polish Chrom’s sword for the fifth time.”

“I suppose that is true, but you forget that I have had a significant change in my personal life that impacts those odds.”

“And what might that be?” Your hands were on your hips, unconvinced. Frederick smiled softly, closing the distance between you to run handsome fingers along the side of your face.

“I recently married a very caring, attentive woman, whose opinion I value deeply.”

It was your turn to avert your gaze. “Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Lieutenant.”

“Is it flattery if I spoke earnestly? I can assure you, I could not possibly exaggerate my feelings for you.”

“All right, all right. You’ve made your point.” You huffed, brushing his hand away (gently) so as to preserve the remainder of your resolve. “Just…please pay attention to your health. It’s already brutal outside, and if you’re feeling ill, I don’t want you to hurt yourself. You’re all I’ve got.”

“I understand.” He nodded, though he was unable to keep the smile from his lips. He brushed past you one final time, kissing the top of your head while he went.

Your gaze lingered on him even after the tent flap fell closed again. He was pushing himself too hard, and it was clear he wasn’t well. But you decided to trust Frederick; after all, he trusted you in spite of your mysterious origins.

He was all you really knew, now. Frederick’s routine was the one constant, in the throes ofkk battle and the constantly shifting tactics and politics that came with it.

He was always the same. Always performing his duties down to the exact second on his schedule. It reassured you; grounded you.

There was no reason to doubt him.

Glancing at the timepiece he kept in his trunk, it would be a few hours before breakfast. You’d check in on him then.

Surely, he’d be all right to work for a few hours.Frederick was not, in fact, fine to work a few hours.

When you reconnected in the mess tent, you found he had already fetched both your portions, but his was noticeably smaller than yours.

“Freddybear…aren’t you hungry? You’ve been working since dawn.” You noted carefully, sitting beside your husband.

He stared into the bowl, his brow furrowed. “I am not particularly hungry this morning. Perhaps I simply have not put in as much effort today as I usually do.”

You purse your lips, sharing some of your breakfast with him to even the portions out a little more.

“You’re going to need the energy if you insist on doing your daily duties in that heavy set of armor. Although, you could always slow down and rest for the day, just in case…”

“Thank you for worrying about me, but I can assure you I’m fine.” He replied gently, and returned the portion you shared with him into your bowl. “I know your day will be filled with meetings; you’re going to need the strength to withstand all those political battles.”

“That is a good point.” You nodded, “But at last eat one extra bite. For me?”

He exhaled softly, allowing you to rgift him one spoonful of your meal.

“Very well.”

“Thank you, dear.” You grinned, pecking his cheek. “Now let’s eat before our duties drag us away.”

And drag you away, they did; you were plotting out your next steps, knowing exactly where to go in order to avoid Plegian fire and reach Ferox within a reasonable amount of time. The bitter cold would provide more obstacles the longer you waited to take up camp and move it closer to the capital.

The kingdom itself had its share of bandits and vagabonds, which would no doubt become a headache for the Shepherds during the journey northward.

Coupled with the snowfall only growing icier and heavier through the next several days, and you had yourselves a proper race against the clock.

“We’ve already strained the medical tent with the number of soldiers who’ve fallen ill in the cold.” Stahl reported, “Lady Maribelle and Princess Lissa have requested a number of medical supplies, as well as any blankets and winter wear that can be spared.”

“We’re already running low on all of that, as it is…where would we be able to find more?”

“There’s a village between here and Ferox…could we make it there before we get to Ferox, so we can restock and rest?” You wondered, narrowing your eyes at the map.

The faint clanging of sparring reverberated in the still air as the council contemplated the next move. A good reminder that there would need to be a weapons restock in the near future as well.

“Indeed there is; but it would also force us to rework the path to Ferox, as well. It may add an additional two days to our journey when we depart.” Miriel explained, illustrating the wide curve the army would have to take if they went on this detour.

A particularly strong strike of steel hit across camp, followed by an exclamation among the soldiers. Someone must have won that duel handily. The sounds of mock battle resumed in the background.

“It would be worth it, in order to keep ourselves in top condition. I don’t want to risk lives because we were fighting hungry or sick. Chrom, what do you think?” You turned to the prince, who was listening carefully to the deliberations.

The clanging outside stopped suddenly. More exclamations.

“While time is indeed of the essence, I feel that Robin’s plan may be better in the long term. We should start making preparations to take up the camp and head north while it is still early in the-”

“Lord Chrom!!”

Ricken suddenly burst into the tent, the frost across his clothes contrasted sharply with the bright red of his face.

“Ricken? What’s-”

“The Lieutenant collapsed!!”

In a breath the whole of the tent was emptied, sprinting to the clamoring crowd that wasw growing at the training grounds. You led the charge, heart thundering faster than your feet could carry you.

Frederick collapsed. Frederick collapsed?

The words were foreign in your brain; you couldn’t make sense of it. The faint glow of healing staves could be seen in the snow. You pushed your way through the rumbling soldiers, confused and concerned.

Deep in the snow, Frederick laid off the side of the field. Maribelle and Lissa were frantically trying to heal him. He was unconscious.

“Frederick-” You reached his side before Chrom could, sliding to your knees beside him. His face was pale, in spite of being inches deep in the snow and ice. “What’s wrong with him?”

“He just dropped in the middle of a fight. I thought he may have been struck, but there aren’t any wounds.” Maribelle explained, words clipped and anxious.

You tore the glove from your hand, touching his face. Instantly you withdrew your fingers, a rush of air leaving you.

“He’s hot.” The staves paused at your statement, both the women staring at you. “H-his skin is really, really warm.”

“But his face is…” Lissa trailed off, brows furrowing. “Wait. Is he-?”

“Surely not.” The pair exchanged a glance. You were moments from shaking someone’s shoulders.

“What’s wrong with him??”

“He’s…he’s fallen ill.”

Pneumonia. A terrible case of it, at that. You were supposed to be relieved that he wasn’t injured; that this was something healed with plenty of herbs, medicines and rest.

But Frederick didn’t get sick.

You remembered the legends of Shepherds seeing Frederick sneeze and instantly cure whatever cold he might have had. Pneumonia was much more severe than a cold, but…surely it couldn’t have debilitated him so badly.

The healing tent was a mess of anxiety behind you, which was hard to ignore considering you were already deeply upset.

“You should not be here, Robin. If the type of pneumonia he contracted is contagious, you may fall ill as well.”

Frederick didn’t react to the voices above him; he was unconscious. The breaths trembled in his lungs, feverishly turning his head side to side on the pillow. Whatever was going on inside of him was tumultuous.

“I understand, but…I cannot leave him when he’s like this.” Your response was given without ever taking your eyes off him.

It was difficult to sit and watch, but the healers were kind enough to allow you to stay by his side while they worked around you. They had drawn his blood, listened to his heartbeat and his breathing, and were checking his fever every hour.

“H-he’ll be okay, right?” You heard Lissa ask from the end of the bed. She was tasked with healing him as well, but given how shaky her hands were, she needed to gather herself. Chrom put a comforting arm around her, but his expression remained grave.

“I’m sure he’ll recover. This may be a difficult fight, but it’s Frederick. I’ve never seen him sick longer than a day.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” Lissa managed a small smile, but she was looking about as pale as your husband currently did. The thought alone made your stomach flip.

“Is there anything that we can do?” You asked Maribelle, “I…I want to stay with him, but I don’t want to be useless.”

“Perhaps fetching some food for yourselves and him will be good. I think all of you could use some fresh air. See if Stahl has the vegetable broth that I requested.”

The three of you left the tent, the biting air a bitter reminder of your current reality. It drew your feet to a stop. Maybe…maybe you shouldn’t leave his side just yet.

“Robin?”

Chrom touched your upper arm. It was difficult to find the words.

“Are you all right?”

“I…don’t know. I just don’t feel like it’s a good idea to leave him.” You glanced back at the tent, “I don’t like the idea of going somewhere and he’s not there with me.”

Chrom motioned for Lissa to go ahead, a little more concerned with his friend folding into herself.

“I’m sorry, Robin. If I realized he was getting sick, I would have ordered him to rest before it got like this. I know how hard he pushes himself.”

“I tried to convince him to slow down - more than once - but he insisted he was fine, and he pushed forward anyways. I believed him when he said he’d take care of himself, but now he’s… I’m just so worried.”

“We all are. This is uncharted territory.” Chrom agreed, squeezing your shoulder. “I can’t imagine how it must feel for you. You’ve been stuck to Frederick like glue almost since we found you in that field.”

You nodded, lips pursed. It wouldn’t do any good to speak out loud your deeper fears.

“He’s…my world.” You admitted quietly, frown deepening. “I don’t think I should leave him.”

“Even if it’s on the healer’s orders?”

“You can bring me back some food too, can’t you?”

Chrom chuckled. “Of course. We’ll be back as soon as we can.”

And so you returned to the tent, feeling a sense of relief that you wouldn’t be leaving Frederick behind for any longer. Maribelle quirked an eyebrow, but did not press any questions as to why you had taken a break that wasn’t longer than a few minutes.

You quietly returned to your seat beside Frederick, whose expression remained contorted in discomfort.

He had turned away from your touch, jerking his head when cool fingers brushed against his cheek. His eyes remained closed; was he having a nightmare?

“I’m here, Freddybear.” You whispered, “I’m sure you can’t hear me, but…I’m not going anywhere ‘til you’re better. Got it?”

You squeezed his hand, resting your head on your other arm while you watched his fitful rest. It wouldn’t be long before the royals returned with food for yourself and your husband, though his was more flavored water than anything else.

Maribelle had moved to take care of his meal, but you were quick to volunteer. Something about letting others take over a task that was clearly meant for you to do felt wrong.

Though to the others, it was a symptom of more worrisome fears.By the time the next evening rolled in, Frederick’s condition grew worse.

The past twenty-four hours saw him in and out of a feverish attempt at consciousness. At one point, your name had passed his lips, but th.

Chrom sent their best horsemen to the village north, requesting clerics who would surely be able to turn his fever around with their expertise.

You were anxiously watching the tent flaps, hoping Chrom would return with an army of Feroxi healers at any second.

“Just hold on a little longer, my love.” You whispered, and held his hand tightly between both of yours. “Help will be here soon. Then you’ll be right as rain, and everything’ll go back to normal. Like nothing was ever wrong.”

His response was little more than a shuddering breath, his brow drawn tight against the pounding ache in his head. You kissed his knuckles, trying so hard to keep your wits.

He was your world. He was all that you knew, and neither you nor any of his close friends had ever known him to fall so terribly ill. What was worse, of course, was the terrible reality that no one could think of what might happen next.

When the clerics finally arrived, Frederick’s condition had already worsened. The shallow breathing was replaced with fits of hard, wet coughs. It seemed to pull him from whatever troubled excuse for rest he’d been getting before.

The coughing sounded heavy, as though his lungs were rattling with every sharp repetition. Your hand was on his back the instant he awoke, doubling over almost as suddenly as his eyes had opened.

“Frederick!” Your concern was quickly overwhelmed by the trio of clerics that were shepherded in by the prince. Chrom looked between you and Frederick, a small flash of relief in his eyes quickly overshadowed with worry.

“He's awake- that’s a good sign, isn’t it?” He commented as he came to your side, a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“His fever is severe.” The first cleric spoke, already having placed the back of his hand to Frederick’s forehead.

His eyes were glassy; you worried he didn’t know what was going on. Chrom’s fingers twitched.

“It can be brought back down though, can’t it?”

“It will be difficult, milord. Not only that, but it sounds as though the infection has spread deep into his lungs. The coughing should not be this heavy after two days of rest.”

“What can we do?” You asked, deciding to ignore the crack in your voice.

“We will need cold compresses, a bowl of cold water, and an additional bowl of packed snow.” The third cleric instructed, addressing the healer as she joined the growing group. “Could you show us where the medicinal herbs are, Lady Maribelle?”

“Of course. Though I must inform you that I’ve tried every combination I can think of to address the ailment.”

“We have brought our own supply of herbs local to Ferox, though we assumed you would have most of the base roots and herbs we will need to combine them with.”

“That would be correct.” Maribelle’s chin lifted, clearly proud of herself for maintaining the stock. She nodded to you, “Not to worry, Robin. We’ll have him back to normal in no time, now that we’ve got some proper help.”

You turned your attention back to Frederick, whose expression was a mixture of exhaustion, pain and confusion.

“Dearest?” You touched his cheek, the flushed red and sharp heat nearly catching you off guard. “Frederick, darling, did you hear them?”

A non-committal noise was about the best he could do before another coughing fit took hold. Your hand left his face to support his back again, a vain attempt at helping him.

“Milady,” One of the clerics addressed you, “It will be more efficient for us to work if we are allowed to occupy the whole space. I’m afraid we must ask you to leave.”

You glanced back at your husband, chewing the inside of your cheek. “But you will keep me informed if anything changes, yes?”

“You will be the first to know. Thank you for your cooperation.” They guided you out, Chrom not far behind. He seemed a little more at ease than you did, though you couldn’t imagine why.

“They sure know what they’re doing, don’t they? They’re not wasting a second.” Chrom said, sealing the tent behind you. “I only wish we were able to return with help sooner; I’ve never seen him in such dire straits.”

“But he will be all right?” Your response was shaky enough to be more of a question than a statement of fact. Chrom could hear it in your voice; you were well beyond anxious.

“Yes- yes, of course he’ll be all right! Frederick’s got the fortitude and the stubborness of an ox. He’s not going to let something like this take him down.”

“Thank you, Chrom.” Your whisper was met with a kind smile, and an elbow offered.

“May I escort you back to your tent?”

When he left you to your own devices, there was little else to distract yourself from the worrying besides scribbling nonsense on parchment.

It did at least serve to occupy your thoughts for an hour, though it was far from productive.

A few maps were drawn that would no doubt have to be re-worked, some personal notes that you couldn’t seem to read the words you were writing…

With a sharp sigh, you pushed away from your desk, opting to do some tidying around the immaculate tent instead. Something to keep your mind from worrying. Anything to stop fretting for a single second.

“Lady Robin?”

Perhaps not.

You unlatched the tent flap to find one of the village clerics standing in the whipping ice and wind. His expression was more grim than the weather.

“It is about your husband’s condition.”The pair of you returned to the healing tent within minutes of his status report. Frederick’s fever wasn’t breaking.

His condition hadn’t improved even after the intensive care he’d been receiving for the last hour straight. Even in the state he was in, with the efforts the clerics had already put in, his fever should have reduced by at least half a degree.

Instead, the rate he was going suggested he would not make it through the night if nothing changed.

It sucked the air from your lungs.

Returning to Frederick’s side didn’t give any comfort. You were at his bedside, this time determined not to leave him until you knew he was okay. His hand was tightly grasped between both of yours, feeling the heat that seared through his fingertips. His skin was so pale, and his breathing was labored.

“I am sorry, Lady Robin. We have informed the Exalt and his sister, but have instructed them to stay away from the tent so that we can continue to monitor him with little distraction. But given you are his spouse, I thought you should be the only exception.”

“Please…” The sound of your voice was foreign in your ears. When had it become so broken? Your fingers tightened around his hand, your knuckles white. “Please, help him.”

“My lady, we will do all we can, but there is little else-”

“There h-has to be something.” You hissed, fighting so hard not to let the dam break. “I can’t lose him. Not like this, he- I-I don’t have anyone else.”

The cleric’s lips drew into a thin line; this was the fearless Ylissean tactician, bearing her soul to a complete stranger. A man who you saw as holding his life in his hands.

“We will do what we can.” He repeated, gentler. “I do not wish to frighten you., but it is important that you know…and that you may need to prepare for the worst.”

There was little in the way of a response. Instead the cleric moved away, closing the fabric that provided some privacy in the tent so that you could be alone with him for a little while.

Silence filled the space, your thundering heart overwhelmed by the howling winds pounding the canvas with ice and snow. The tent was warm, at least, but it did not stop the shivers running up and down your spine. Though the trembling had a different source.

“Frederick…” Your forehead fell on his shoulder, a grimace twisting your lips. “Frederick, please- don’t do this. I need you. I need you to get through this, I-”

A sob caught in your throat, desperate and raw.

“Y-you’re everything to me, you know that? Y-you’ve been there since the first day…you’re in my very first memories since I woke up in that damn field. And you are my one constant…my one truth. I don’t…”

You swallowed thickly, pulling back to gaze upon his face. He looked so pained.

“I don’t know how to live without you.”

You drew his hand up to your lips, kissing his knuckles once, twice, three times as hot tears overflowed.

“Please, love…do not go where I cannot follow.”

Soft whimpers were somehow able to escape, the fragile prayers an echo in your heart. The silence was deafening, interrupted only by the muted cries of the knight lieutenant’s beloved.

There was nothing else to do but wait.

Agonize…and wait.

The first thing that registered in your mind when you awoke in the quiet of morning…was that your back ached terribly.

You groaned, recognizing that you were not asleep in your cot, but had slumped over on a less than comfortable stool. Frederick would surely scold you for falling asleep in such a way- it was simply terrible for your physical health to slump over on your seat for hours like that.

His name flitting through your thoughts was able to pull you from the drowse. The reason you were sitting at all was because you were in the healing tent. Watching over your husband.

“Frederick-” Your whisper was hoarse and a crackled attempt at speaking. Blearily you searched for his face in the darkness.

It was far too dark- was it even really morning? You fumbled with a small spell tag, hastily casting a small Ember spell.

An infant flame flickered to life in your palm, allowing your eyes to focus on your prize.

The lieutenant was still asleep. Your jaw clenched, feeling a lance of fear in your heart; he was asleep, wasn’t he?

Shaking fingers reached for his face, finding heat beneath your touch.

No…not heat. Warmth.

He was warm.

“Frederick…! Your fever-” You rose abruptly from your seat, pressing your ear to his chest to confirm your hopes. His heartbeat was still there.

Breath filled his lungs.

He made it through the night.

“Oh-- oh, the healers-!” You burst from the enclosed space, extinguishing the ember as you called for the clerics’ attention. There were two still shuffling about in the early morning, startled by the noisy tactician.

“My lady-?”

“His fever broke-!” You blurted out, pointing lamely back to where your husband slept. “H-he is still alive!”

It was all you could do to follow after the pair, who hurriedly went to confirm your exclamation. One took up Frederick’s hand, pressing his wrist to feel for his pulse. The other touched his forehead, confirming he was indeed no longer boiling.

“He has made it through the night.” They declared, relief passing over the three of you. It was impossible to contain your joy, all but collapsing beside him and sobbing with immense joy.

You clung to his hand, pressing as many kisses as you could while the healers politely left to procure more medicine to treat him once he woke.

Though you could care less if they stayed or went- Frederick was alive!

He would remain asleep for a few hours more, despite all the ruckus around him. Chrom and Lissa were promptly informed of the state of him, and you were soon joined by two tearful royals who crammed into the little space beside you.

So that, when Frederick finally did open his eyes again, he found himself surrounded by three blurry, smiling, ridiculous figures.

“Frederick?” Lissa spoke up first, blue eyes shining bright with hopefulness. “Can you hear me? You feeling any better?”

A soft noise was just about the only thing he could manage, brow furrowed in confusion as he tried to gather his bearings.

He wasn’t exactly sure what was going on, only that he didn’t exactly feel fantastic.

However, he could definitively say he felt better now than he did a while ago. And judging by the worried expressions that were surrounding him as his vision focused, he wasn’t the only one who thought that.

“Darling,” You called to him softly, squeezing his hand. “Do you need anything? Should I get you some water, or. Something to eat?”

He squeezed your hand back, albeit weakly. “Mmn…water…”

“O-of course! Just a moment.” You looked back to Chrom and Lissa, light in your gaze for the first time in days. As if you were saying “Hear that? He wants to drink something!” with your face.

“Why don’t you stay here while we go get him some water, instead? You’ve suffered long enough at his side; you deserve some joy, instead.” Chrom suggested, and took his sister’s hand.

Frederick watched them leave with sleepy confusion, turning his attention back to you.

“You…were suffering…?”

“Freddybear, you were really, really sick. It was pneumonia.” You explained, “One minute you seemed fine, and the next you collapsed during training. You were barely conscious, a-and the fever you had almost killed you.”

A grim understanding crossed his face, seeming to wake him up a little more. “I see…I didn’t realize…”

“I’m sure you didn’t think it was as bad as it was, but…the clerics had informed me you may not have made it through the night.” The red around your eyes betrayed the softness in your tone. You reached your breaking point.

Your husband’s hand shifted around yours, threading his fingers between your own as close as possible.

“I had a dream…you were crying.” He breathed, “Praying.”

With a trembling lip, you shook your head, looking away in a feeble attempt to withhold the tears from escaping.

“Did you say I’m…your one…your one constant?”

With a shaky sigh, you nodded, squeezing his fingers again. “I did, because you are. I rely on you more than anyone else, Freddybear. You’re the one person I can always count on to…to be there. More than anybody. That’s…why I w-was so upset.”

“I didn’t know,” He coughed much drier and softer than before. You made a move to help him, but he shook his head, opting instead to maintain his strengthening grip on your hand.

“I didn’t know you felt so strongly about me.”

You weren’t sure if that was a sob or a laugh that you barked out, but it was there all the same. “Frederick, of course I feel that way about you- I married you! Did you doubt my love wouldn’t extend to trusting you, too?”

‘T-that is not what I meant. It seems my thoughts are still…a bit muddled.” He shook his head, looking troubled. “ I mean that…I did not know you relied on my presence so much.”

“It’s only natural, isn’t it?” You insisted quietly, leaning down so that your head rested on the thin pillow inches from him. He stared into your eyes, his still-blurred vision focusing enough to show the sorrow in your eyes. “I can’t recall what life was like before the valley. And you’ve been there since day one, for the good and bad.”

“You said that to me, too. I remember.” His whisper was met with a bashful smile, and your fingers gingerly brushing along his cheek. “So it really wasn’t a dream. I…I am so sorry, Robin. I frightened you so…”

You blinked rapidly, and shook your head. “You didn’t know it would end up this badly. All I can ask is that in the future, y-you take better care of yourself. I don’t know I can survive another situation like this”

“I will.” He promised, leaning into your touch with a happy sigh. “Thank you…for looking after me. It makes me feel even more grateful that you are my wife; to think you would stay so loyally at my side, despite my own foolishness.”

“I am a pretty wonderful wife, aren’t I?” You mused, allowing the tension to ease with a spot of humor and some well deserved laughter. You kissed Frederick’s forehead, tenderly brushing the hair from his brow. “I will go and find Maribelle, so we can discuss what your recovery will look like from here. And I’m sure Chrom and Lissa have already gotten that water by now.”

Frederick could not bear to take his eyes off you, watching as you rose from your place beside him (with one more kiss for good measure), to retrieve the listed parties.

It filled his exhausted heart with such warmth and joy, to know that you loved him so deeply. That you needed him so terribly.

If he was honest with himself, he knew it would be the exact same nightmares and fears running around in his mind that you had to struggle through. Sinking back into the cot, he stared up at the ceiling, determined to prevent such a horrific experience from ever being repeated.

And, while he was at it, thinking of the perfect way to woo his dear wife’s heart back. Thankfully it would not be difficult to achieve.

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Like I hope you know how valued your stories and writing are. They're unique and one of a kind not something you can replicate. Some of them are very dear to my heart :)

awuuuu thank you so much for your kind words, it really means a lot to me ;;; ___ ;;;

ppl like you are the reason I want to keep writing and posting those stories...being able to connect with y'all over our favorite characters is so sweet and my biggest motivator! ;; U ;; \\

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I'm assuming you only do avatar pairings?

Like, no stories about like, Sumia x Chrom or something?

I do only focus on MU/avatar pairings!

I did write a few other pairings way back in the day, like Lissa x Lon'qu, etc... but they didn't get a lot of traction so I assumed ppl didn't want to see it, and i've focused on MU/avatar pairings ever since! U V U

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Hiiii just wanted to say I hope you’re doing well!

thank you so much :")

i've been very busy and stressed IRL, work has been kicking my ass and i've been focusing on growing my digital art accounts rather than updating my writing blogs on Tumblr and AO3.

i'm still alive tho! I want to post more frequently again, and I do apologize for disappearing. time has really just been slipping by. I didn't even realize how long it's been until I saw DM's from back in August,,,!!!! it's been way, way too long!

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I hope you are okay

hi yes hello omg i'm okay,,,!

i've actually been writing the entire time, but i've been so busy and tired and stressed IRL, I have been really neglecting my stories.

thank you for checking in on me, you're so kind ;;;

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//crawls out of the pits of hell//

...it's me... i'm alive... ;;;;;; U ;;;;;;

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not a request, just curious - do you still write for/have any of your old posts for fire emblem echoes ? i didnt see it on your taglist and searching didnt show anything :O

I do indeed still write for Echoes! I use Ava (avatar) as a self-insert name for readers hahaha

I don't get many requests for it since it didn't have an MU option to start with, so it wasn't as popular a title either (which sucks because it is genuinely one of my favorite games!! the art, the music, the story...God it's all so good! ;; 3 ;; )

That being said please feel free to send me some fe echoes stuff! I'd love to write for it.

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Hi hi hi! Do you have anymore Niles f!Corrin? I needdd >:)

(I do indeed!! Maybe a little morning after with this devilish rogue? ;0 )

“I know you’re a mess, and that you take pride in these sorts of things…but you really should stop strutting about.”

Your new husband, of one full day, was currently acting as though he were the cock of the walk. He was humming to himself, chest puffed out, not a care in the world as he moved about your bedroom.

All while he remained totally naked.

“I don’t know what you mean, sweetheart.” He replied as smoothly as usual, like he wasn’t phased at all by the events of that night. “You’ll have to be more specific.”

“Niles, I can’t move!!” You cried, exasperated, “M-my legs are so sore and shaky I don’t even think I can walk! Why are you acting like this isn’t a problem?”

“‘Cause it’s not.” He hummed in reply, casually preparing a pot of tea. You glared at him, unimpressed with his nonchalant behavior.

“I have training to do today, a-and I have to help Ryoma and Xander with council meeting preparations, a-and that’s not even starting to mention all the other tasks I have to do, today.”

“I guess you’ll just have to stay here with me for a while, then.” He shrugged, “It’s the day after our wedding. I don’t think they’ll be so surprised if neither of us show up for our duties.”

“You’re planning on skipping out, too? You’re not crippled like I am!”

“Ha~” He laughed to himself, running a hand through his hair. “To think I’m so good I crippled my wife on our first night. That’s cause for bragging, don’t you think?”

You threw a pillow at him.

“Don’t act so upset,” He snickered, “I’m sure they’ll have some sort of replacement plan in place for you if you don’t show up. Probably Kaze or Jakob, one of those useless retainers. Probably Jakob, though. I did pay him more…”

Your eyes narrowed, the gears in your head slowly turning faster.

“…What do you mean, ‘paid him more’?”

He grinned at you.

“Oh my gods, Niles- did you do this on purpose? You did, didn’t you?!”

“There’s only one way to make sure that everyone knows you’re mine,” He responded simply, setting the teapot on the tray, along with an array of breakfast items that had to have been prepared prior to your waking up. He brought it all over, setting it on the bedside before he returned to his place beside you.

You were strongly considering headbutting him.

“W-why would you do this? I can’t believe you just…they’re all going to think that we’re scandalous, indecent-”

“Husband and wife,” He corrected you, “We’re married. We can do whatever we like. They’ll all understand the allure of your beauty. If they were in my place, they’d want to keep you all to themselves for a single day, at minimum. I just had to make sure to seal the deal.”

“By trapping me in bed?”

“Hey, you weren’t complaining about it last night.”

Whap

“Okay, okay. Uncalled for.” He grinned at you again, “But I know what I’ve got.”

“An unhappy life partner?”

“Someone I care about, very deeply…” He kissed your cheek, “…Who everyone now knows without a doubt belongs to me.”

You blushed, but retained your glare. “I’m not an object to be owned.”

“Didn’t say that. You belong to me, the same way I belong to you.” He held up his hand, wiggling his ring finger so that his new golden band might glimmer in the morning light.

He kissed your lips until the grimace melted away, drawing a giggle from you instead. He smiled softly at you, running his fingers along your cheek.

“So you belong to me, huh?” Your gaze was so very sweet and vulnerable in a way that made his heart skip a beat. It wasn’t something he’d readily admit; this was far too much sap as it was.

“Every inch of me, sweetheart.” He promised, “Hells, if you wanna start marking your territory, I’m more than happy to let you-”

“I’m not a brute like you!” You laughed, pushing his hand away.

“Hey, now. I’m not a brute, I’m just a proud husband. You’re telling me you don’t wanna flaunt me around? I’m your new plaything too, y’know.”

“You’re not a ‘plaything’, you’re the man I love very much.” You corrected him gently, nuzzling into his neck. Niles wrapped his arms around you, drawing you as close as he could (without any foul play, that is).

“Love you too, Princess.” He hummed. The stillness was intoxicating and sweet, the peacefulness a truly welcome and wonderful thing.

Suddenly there was a jolt through his system, and a pair of lips sucking on his neck.

“Whoa, now-”

“There.” You pulled back to look at him, with a very smug, sneaky little grin. “We’re even.”

“That wasn’t a fair fight!” He put a hand to his neck, the skin still tingling where you had left an undoubtedly sizable mark. Glancing to the mirror, he clicked his tongue. “There’s not a collar high enough that’ll cover that up.”

“Well, you wanted me to mark you, so I took you up on the offer!”

“I’ll be honest, I didn’t think you’d actually…” He laughed some, incredulous at this daring new side of his wife. “I suppose I’ve got to take the consequences of my actions, huh?”

You nod solemnly, “I’m afraid you must. Especially since I’m stuck here. Can’t have you gallivanting about, making everyone think you’re still a free agent. They should all know you’re mine just as much as I’m yours.”

Niles dropped his hand from the mark to tousle your hair, beaming at his silly princess.

“Sweetheart, they’ll never doubt it.”

He might have been a total numbskull, but even Niles knew when he had a good thing. As far as this was concerned, though…he’d lucked out.

You were the best thing to ever happen to him; no way was he gonna let you go. He wore that mark with pride (even though Jakob seethed at him the rest of the week just at the sight of it).

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Okay I stg I've sent this last year and that tumblr is eating my prompts but can I have Jakob fretting over his newly pregnant wife? 💜 Like he's worried to death but she's assuring him she's fine and not to worry as she goes through the normal pregnancy symptoms.

(I'm alive!! I'm on vacation this week so I swore to myself I'd get some good writing in...especially since I can't tire myself out drawing with my tablet being at home LOL - enjoy some pure Jakob fluff!!)

Jakob was always a worrier. When it came to his wife, it was perhaps impossibly more true. After all, he was your loyal butler first, then your retainer, and then…somehow, inexplicably, he became your husband.

But now he’d really done it. You were pregnant with his child. Jakob had been rotating between feelings of joy and panic throughout the last three months.

Now that you were entering your second trimester, it only seemed to increase.

“Are you absolutely certain that this is supposed to happen??” He asked from the end of the bed, fluffing the pillow that your feet hovered just over, patiently. “Because I am beginning to suspect that this swelling is far from the normal amount!”

You just shook your head and smiled, seeing the worried crease between his eyebrows deepen by the second.

“Yes, my love, I am positive. I am a trained cleric, after all. As soon as we got married I made sure to review all the medical journals regarding pregnancy that the Outrealm has to offer…since I had a feeling you’d be a little on edge.”

“I am not ‘on edge’, I am simply concerned for the health of my wife and child. I do not think it is out of the range of normal behavior, given the circumstances.”

“It wouldn’t be, if you worried a normal amount.” You corrected him, which earned a rather pouty frown from your beloved.

“Please, milady, I am worried exactly the amount that I should be. Perhaps you are the one who is not worried enough.” He gingerly lowered your feet to the bed, holding your ankles as though they were made of glass. 

“Because I know that getting some swelling during my pregnancy is perfectly normal. My body is changing to accommodate the little butler I’m growing.”

“Little what?” He glanced at you again, a tinge of color on his cheeks. “You’re surely not referring to our baby as a ‘little butler’, are you?”

“I mean, I’m sure he’ll take after his father.” You shrugged, sharp little canines protruding from your smile. “Do you think he won’t be good enough to earn the honorable title of butler, as you did?”

“First of all, where is this ‘he’ nonsense coming from? It’s far too early to know the sex of the child.”

“I just have a feeling.”

“Right. Of course. A feeling.” He clicked his tongue, “And secondly, our child could not be a butler at any point in his life as he will be the son of a princess and a newly appointed duke; it would be untoward of him to take the position of a commoner.”

“You’ve only been a duke since we’re married, though. I don’t mind the thought of him growing up more humbly.”

“I think you’re simply exhausted and you’re rambling.” He sighed, “Unless you’re seriously considering just abdicating the throne and living a humble life in the countryside. I think you’d be far too restless for such a thing.”

“Oh, I don’t know…maybe once all this excitement is over, we ought to retire from the bustle of the noble world. I can’t imagine it’d be any more intriguing than living peacefully in the countryside. If the drama and ‘excitement’ comes from politics and gossip, I’d rather not bother.”

“I understand what you mean. It has never been of particular interest to me, either.” Jakob said as he prepared a fresh brew of peppermint tea. “But it is far too early to think about such things. Besides, I’m sure your siblings will need your guidance once this whole Valla business is taken care of.”

“Maybe so…” You hummed as you rested your hand on your growing bump, leaning back into your pillows. 

Jakob finished the tea for you in no time at all, passing a cup and saucer over to you.

“But I would not wish to simply dismiss your desires. If you want to retire after this is all over and live peacefully, I would be delighted to follow. Just as I have since you first saved me.”

“Oh, Jakob. You’re always ready with the right things to say, aren’t you?” You giggled, taking his hand and guiding him to sit beside you on the bed. “I suppose you’re right, though. Let’s worry about one thing at a time; which at this point, I believe is debating exactly how healthy you think I am.”

“Which is not as healthy as you could be; we can always improve your physical state while you’re carrying the baby! And we’ll start with this tea; it’ll ease the swelling quicker, and prevent nausea should you feel uneasy while you’re resting.”

“Thank you, my dearest worrywart.” You giggled behind the cup, hiding your ever-mischievous grin when he glared at you.

“If you do not cease this teasing, I will not stay and dote on you a moment longer.”

“Oh, come now.” You reached for his hand again, squeezing it gently. “Itis only because I find your endless worrying adorable; I cannot help but tease those I love. Surely you know this by now!”

“It does not mean I must be here to suffer it.” He huffed, but lowered his head just the same, touching his forehead to yours. “Unless you are prepared to face the consequences, of course.”

“Perhaps I am,” You challenged, bumping your nose against his. “Bring it on.”

“Very well,” He kissed you then, surprisingly deep and loving in spite of the annoance glimmering in his eyes. 

He brought his hands up to hold your face, nearly spilling the tea you barely clung to in your lap.

“Jakob, wait the tea-”

“The consequences, my love.” He reminded you breathlessly, moving to hift over you in bed.

“Darling, I dont think you’ll want to ‘punish me’ in tea covered bedding, let alone atempt to wash the stains out of it later.”

“...Hm. No, you make a good point. Give me that, please.” He took the cup from you, all but tossing it onto the bedside table before he captured you in his embrace once more.

He was so grateful that he could hold you in his loving embrace despite your being pregnant. The fact that said intimacy was actively encouraged during it was even more delightful for the butler.

While he worried about potentially straining you or harming you in some way, you would always work quickly to dispel his fears.

Which would usually be followed by an urgent makeout session much like this one.

And of course, neither one of you were complaining.

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Any Kaze or Saizo to repost? Any at all?? I luv my Super Saizo Bros ;;3;;

(How about some Kaze and Corrin protecting each other from their throngs of admirers - pre-relationship too, no less!)

His master was a very beautiful woman. It went without saying that you, Princess Corrin, was the highlight of his day among everyone else’s.

You carried yourself with grace like a dancer; perhaps that’s why your feet were always exposed to the touch of the earth. 

Your hair was beautiful and soft, eyes wide and inquisitive, framed by a delicate face with a clear complexion and warm smile.

A princess of your stature was shockingly full of joy despite the circumstances you came from. A gentle laugh could steal the breath from anyone in the room. 

Your smile was longed for, and everyone around you would work hard to make sure it was maintained.

You were not naive, but you did put faith in people more often than they deserved. 

All of your siblings had chastised you for this on multiple occasions; but even their words would fall on your cute, pricked ears with a trtusting dismissal that surely mankind could not be so awful.

That was what Kaze’s duty was mainly regulated to; protecting you from the darker realities of the world. Your smile was something he wished to safeguard for reasons far beyond his obligations.

You were someone dearly precious to him, even if you did not know it yet. 

So his duties throughout the day typically revolved around keeping your beauty a very safe distance from the more questionable eyes that tended to follow you around.

The only issue with this, for Kaze, was that it was a near constant battle between himself and the worst of the army and civilians alike.

The citizenry was easier to manage, even if there were more of them. Kaze would not be terribly flustered whenever you went into the city with him, making sure to shield you from prying eyes and keeping the rabble away. 

But whenever you went to eat or take a break somewhere, there would always be one or two who would push their luck.

“Afternoon, milady.” 

Kaze, who’d been standing dutifully behind you while you munched on a bit of street food, turned his attention to the stranger speaking to you.

He had guts, he’d give him that.

“Good afternoon,” You dipped your head respectfully, “Is there something I can help you with?”

“Oh, not much. I was just worried you might be lost.”

“How’s that?” Your eyebrows raise. 

“A pretty noble like you shouldn’t be wandering the streets like this- it’s an odd place for someone like you to be. Let alone not the safest. What say I give you a proper escort around town? I can show you what this town has to offer.”

“I appreciate the gesture, but I already have a retainer,” 

You gestured to the silent ninja, who was polite enough to give him a small smile and a short bow (though that was more for the princess than anyone else).

“And he has me more than taken care of.”

“He’s never been here either, has he? What does he know that I don’t? Besides, he’s hardly fit to be a retainer- boy’s got hardly any meat on his bones!”

“One might argue that you’ve got too much.” 

Kaze murmured, low enough only for you to hear with those delicate, pinpricked ears. 

You nearly spat your foot, but held a straight face.

“We are quite grateful for your offer, sir, but I must decline. We are here only briefly and will not need your assistance.”

“All right then- how about instead of a tour, we get some dinner instead? On me?” 

He grins, reaching a hand out as an open, if not slimy, offer. 

“I’ll show you a right good time.”

“I’m sorry, sir. We really should be going. Kaze?” You nodded up to your retainer, who gladly followed your lead. 

He walked behind you, the two of you coolly exiting and leaving the man behind.

“Feh… Just another pretty face, thinks she’s too good for anyone else. Bitch.”

The skewer of your snack was politely retrieved to be thrown away by Kaze- it ricocheted off a wall as you turned the corner and struck him squarely between the eyes. 

He smiled to himself as he heard the brute swear to himself, finally leaving you alone. 

Another swine’s advances are thwarted by the green ninja.

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“Cheers for another victory well-earned!!”

The tavern erupted with cheers, the soldiers raucous after a fantastic battle against the Vallites. 

The Hoshidans and Nohrians fought tooth and nail to break through, and figured a celebration was well earned.

The lot of them had crowded into a tavern together in a handsome city Laslow discovered a few Outrealms away. 

The people seemed kind and peaceful, and the food and drink were excellent. Exactly what they needed after what they endured.

The only issue was that the locals were rather interested in them…and not just Corrin, as usual.

“You’re sure your parents are both humans?” 

A rather busty brunette had all but pressed up on him, her doe eyes inquisitive and dangerous. 

“Surely you’re an angel.”

“I am fully human,” Kaze confirms, his attention elsewhere, “And I’m not interested.”

He was a bit of a wallflower, like his twin brother. However he wasn’t one to turn down a nice gathering, if it’s within reason. 

The only issue with this place is that it’s already crowded with the army.

Civilians pushing their way in just makes his job harder.

“Come now, darling! You haven’t even taken the time to get to know me. There’s a lot more than meets the eye, you know. You just have to take the time to peel back the layers, hm?”

“I have absolutely no interest in doing so. I cannot state it firmer.” He said, knowing full well she was beyond inebriated. 

His eyes narrow, trying to spot you in the crowd. 

The people kept shifting around you, and you were also moving more than he liked.

One moment he saw you with Prince Xander, and another with Lord Takumi and Princess Elise. But as the night continued, you were getting harder and harder to keep track of. Another sweep of the room allowed Kaze to sort-of get his eyes on you. Rather, a glimpse of your hair caught the edge of his eye.

Now you were on the other side of the room entirely, and the table you were at was…surrounded by strangers.

Worst case scenario, Kaze thought to himself. He moved to extract himself from the drunken maiden, but she would not let him flee so easily.

“Where do you think you’re going? We’ve only just started to talk!” She grabs his wrist, trying to yank him back. Kaze gently pulls his arm away, giving her a sharp glare.

“Please do not touch me, miss. I am on duty.” 

With that, he disappeared into the crowd, far from being detectable by someone who was sober, let alone as far gone as she was. 

You didn’t seem to be faring much better; it seemed the crowd had caught up to you, rather than voluntarily heading in that direction.

As Kaze came closer, he realized they were almost heckling you. 

Lots of compliments, lots of alcohol being pushed at you, invitations to drink, dance, go upstairs…he bristled when he heard the first of those.

It was clear you weren’t comfortable. 

It seemed like you were looking for a way out- and he was more than ready to provide one.

“My lady,” He whispered, gently touching your forearm, “Please come with me.”

“Kaze!” You nodded to him and let him slip you back, taking you into his arms and pulling you away from the mess of people to higher ground.

In one moment you were on the ground floor, and the next, you had been whisked up to the rooftop, far away from grabbing hands and obnoxious voices.

“Is this preferable, milady?”

“Yes, very much.” You sighed, breathless, “I’m sorry, I meant to be more cognizant of all the people in there. But before I knew it I was surrounded! There’s only so much you can do, I suppose.” 

“That is why I am here. You do not need to worry about such things.”

“Even so, I ought to be more careful- my brothers will scold me if I let you do all the hard work.”

“Even if you are unable, please do not fret. I will happily bear the burden. After all, there is only so much you can do when so many people vie for your attention all the time. It is my great pleasure to protect you from such prying eyes.” 

Kaze could see the little dusting of pink on your cheeks, ignoring how it made his own heart skip a beat. 

It would be rather inappropriate for him to address it. 

“Thank you, Kaze. I’m so glad you’re here. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Saizo would comment on how light Kaze’s steps were on their way home, that night.

Perhaps it was harder to ignore a beautiful princess’s gratitude than he first thought.

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His days easily protecting you from unworthy eyes became more difficult when the training sessions began at the Castle. 

It was easy to pull off some of the more timid ones, like Hayato and Odin (the bravado only goes so far when faced with such beauty as Lady Corrin’s). 

Hearing even the most stalwart of knights stumble over their words or evade their gaze from you like a young maiden would be off-putting, if not a little entertaining at times.

Flora and Benny were his favorite of the bunch when it came to stumbling over himself in front of you; with that thief Shura a close third.

Warming up was easier when you were working with your female comrades, but every now and then there was one or two who seemed to be particularly interested in spending more time with you.

In this case, Rhajat. 

“Princess…you’re blinding me today.” 

“I’m not using any light magic,” You tilted your head, confused. Rhajat was quite good at hiding her emotions, her intentions typically shrouded in mystery.

Considering how sloppy their sparring had been today, though, Kaze could suspect something was going on.

“It is not your spells I’m referring to. You, yourself, are blinding. Didn’t you know that?” She snapped, eyes narrowed at you as though annoyed. Kaze crouched lower on the tree branch, regarding the conversation warily.

“My, I’m not used to such compliments from you, Rhajat. Are you feeling all right?”

“I’m fine.” She grumbled, “Better since I get to spend more time with you. It seems difficult holding your attention, seeing how many people always want it.”

“Well, I suppose my position requires a lot of attention with others, doesn’t it? I hope you realize I’m not ignoring you on purpose. It seems like I’m being pulled every which way, these days.”

“I can take care of that…” Rhajat mumbled, glowering at her tome. Kaze did not like the menacing way she spoke. “I can get rid of anyone who would steal away your time. They are not worthy to even look at you, let alone try to speak…!”

“What was that, Rhajat?”

“Milady,” Kaze was unable to stand by and watch any longer, so he decided to intervene. He came to your side and bowed respectfully, looking at the mage. She did not appear to be thrilled he was standing beside you now.

“Did I forget another meeting?” You asked in a huff, “I really am too busy, aren’t I?”

“We should make haste.” 

Kaze knew that there was no meeting. 

You did not. 

Instead he would make a plan to explain away the sudden cancellation of it, and hope that you wouldn’t question it any further. 

With Rhajat, there were only so many ways she could be convinced not to  interfere or bother you any longer- setting a wall of royal princes and princesses between herself and his mistress was the most effective method.

Naturally, this meeting would also be a bit unnecessary and nonexistent, as the princes and princesses were not summoned.

You didn’t seem to question it when he suggested that they cancel for the time being. He promised to speak with the royals about what caused their absence this time, though you had a feeling his bluff would only go so much further. 

All you had to do was ask Takumi why he wasn’t there, and he’d tell you that he’d never been summoned.

That’s what happened the last two times, after all.

Kaze had attempted to cover his tracks well, but it could only continue for so long. You had your suspicions about why he was going so far for you. 

Could you not defend yourself from the onslaught of affections? You did enjoy your comrades, and you did not mind the shy confessions you would sometimes receive when they believed Kaze was not close enough to hear them.

But you had never had trouble setting the boundary with them. For Kaze to go to such lengths on your behalf…it surely meant something, didn’t it?

Unbeknownst to your green ninja, you decided to set a plan in motion to address his particular overprotectiveness.

That evening he would be arriving to your quarters for a lovely tea, to catch up about the day with one another in the privacy of your bedroom.

Jakob was not thrilled to leave you alone with the ninja. He had a better idea why Kaze behaved the way he did around his master.

But you would find your answer, or die trying. You doubted Kaze would let the latter happen, though.

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Kaze was right on time to enjoy a tea time with you that evening, tossing out any and all plans for training or studying independently in his humble quarters to come and enjoy some free time with you. 

It was hard enough to find time for himself, but when it was strictly ordered by the one person he enjoyed spending his time with more than anyone else, who was he to disagree?

He greeted you with a low bow and a gentle smile. 

“Good evening, milady.”

“Please, come in! It’s nice to have this time with you, Kaze. I hope you don’t mind spending it with me. I’m sure you’re tired of constantly being around me, but…I do enjoy having you to myself.” He laughed softly, “Not at all, milady. You are one of the more pleasant fixtures in my life. I would gladly cast aside anything if you order it.”

“That’s a very dangerous thing for you to tell me, you know.” 

You gesture for him to sit, taking your place at the tea table. He was swift to comply, coming to your side and happily taking his spot beside you.

“It is only because you are my liege that I would divulge such information. That, and I trust you will not abuse that knowledge like others may.”

“That’s true- I’d feel terrible if I did use it to my advantage. You’ve never done anything to deserve rampant teasing. Though I must say, the idea of seeing you flustered is awfully amusing.”

“I hope it is not too amusing,” He adds with a nervous smile. It’s bad enough when you just exist beautifully, but the thought of you being playful? With him??

He would surely not be able to handle such a thing.

The conversation continued innocuously, checking in on Kaze’s personal life and asking how he was handling his tasks from day to day.

Eventually, though, you were able to make your way to the core reason for your summoning him.

With a hum and a bite of cake, you looked over at the kind man, bringing up the faux council meeting that Kaze had orchestrated during your training attempt with the slightly frightening but well-meaning sorceress.

“You know, I seem to have a lot of council meetings whenever I have to do a bit of training with our dear friend, Rhajat.” 

You act as though you are thinking aloud, glancing back at him with eyebrows raised. 

“It is certainly a very strange coincidence, is it not?”

He only shrugged and looked away when you smiled, enjoying his cup of tea that had been carefully poured by his master (he nearly died when you insisted you serve him, rather than the other way around. Saizo would’ve had his head for such blasphemy).

“Perhaps they are also unsettled by how attached she is to milady.” 

“You think so? She only ever seems friendly when she speaks to me.” 

You watch him behind your teacup, only to find his poker face as unyielding as always. 

“As a matter of fact, I don’t think I’ve ever heard her say something that would suggest foul play or strange behavior. Maybe she’s a little too affectionate now and then, but otherwise she has behaved perfectly with me.”

“Likely because she wishes to keep you to herself.”

“And do you want to do that with me, Kaze?”

He stumbled just slightly, his heart lodged in his throat. You smiled to yourself; a pointed comment that had enough evidence behind it made the ninja stumble, after all. 

It did entertain you to tease him now and then, but this was a little more serious than a mere teasing of your dear retainer.

“I- well, my duty is to make sure you are not taken advantage of by anyone, milady. Even if their intentions seem kind, they may be after something else.”

“Like what?” You asked as he shut the door behind him, leaving the two of you alone in the conference room. 

You turned to look at him, his expression kind and gentle, though revealing little else as usual.

“Your affections, or something less tender. Your knowledge, your powers, or something more benign; like your beauty or attention.”

“Some of those I understand, but…is it not a sweet thing for them to pursue my affection?”

“I believe there are many who would be more interested in your affection if only to have the validation and attention of a beautiful young woman, who is also a powerful member of the royal family.”

“I suppose that is a good point.” 

You tap your chin thoughtfully, peeking up at Kaze. He was starting to look a little more tense than he meant to appear. 

“But what will you do if I return those affections?”

“If you are consenting to a relationship with another person, I am in no place to disagree or forbid it, milady. Your siblings - namely your brothers and Lady Camilla - may be inclined to disagree, but even then, they are not my masters. If it is what you wish, I will not overstep my duties and stand in the way.”

“Really?” You stepped closer to him; much too close. Your dragon-tipped ears could hear the slight quickening of Kaze’s heartbeat. “You would not try to fight for me?”

“I will always fight beside you, milady.”

“That is not what I asked.”

Kaze could not meet your eyes in that moment. 

He could feel how close you were now, and the lack of space was starting to make his body react in ways a trained ninja never should. 

It wasn’t until your hands closed around his that he realized he was well and truly trapped.

“Kaze?”

“I…do not believe it is my place to fight for you.”

“I did not ask if it was your place; I asked if you would fight for me, because you care for me.” You pressed him gently, your eyes wide and sparkling with an emotion he dare not assume was meant for him.

Yet as you asked him such a question…would it be so wrong to think that maybe…perhaps…you were being sincere?

He turned his hands so that they were linked with yours, his heart skipping a beat when you squeezed them. 

What was he to think when you were so tender with him, all alone?

“I care for you, Lady Corrin. I would fight to the ends of the earth if it meant keeping you by my side, and none others. Is it…selfish to want that?”

You beamed at him. It was as if he was blinded by the very sight. 

How could one person be so breathtaking?

“I feel the same way, Kaze. I would like to keep you all to myself, if you’ll have me.”

“M-milady…would it not be inappropriate for a retainer to be with their lord?” His anxiety was clear, but the desire to throw it all away was glimmering in his eyes. 

There was some selfishness inside him, and you wished to access it more than anything. Surely…surely you could try and grab ahold of it for a little while, couldn’t you?

“It doesn’t matter to me. So long as we love each other, does station matter?”

“Will your siblings approve?”

“I don’t care.” 

You laughed when his expression dropped; perhaps you were teasing him a bit too much, already. Fortunately for Kaze, you were being totally genuine. 

“I will protect you if they try and say anything against it! You have protected me from everything, whether it’s a Vallite swinging their sword at me, or a drunk stranger making a pass- why wouldn’t I want to keep you as close to me as possible? You’re more than worthy of me, Kaze. I only hope you feel the same.”

“Of course I do! You’re…far above anything I could consider worthy. If you truly feel that I am the one you wish to be with, I will dedicate my entire life to ensuring your love is deserved.”

“I hoped you would say that,” You smile up at him, releasing his hands only so you could wrap your arms around him. 

You hugged him tightly, an embrace Kaze would never dared to even dream of…but here you were, so precious and dear, holding him as though you thought the very same of him.

He engulfed you in his embrace, squeezing you tightly. 

“I love you, Kaze.”

“I…I love you too, Lady Corrin!”

“One thing,” You drew back, eyes narrowed at him, “You’ll have to start calling me just “Corrin’, if we are to become lovers. Is that something you can do?”

His face was alight with a bashful blush, but he nodded all the same. 

“Y-yes, ah…Corrin.”

“That’s better.” You pressed into his chest once again, the two of you igniting a wonderful new passion that had only existed in stranded hopes at the furthest reaches of your imaginations.

It was real, now. 

Of course, that just meant his job would be a lot harder. 

All that agitation of the beautiful princess’ affections solely given to one ninja, he would likely become a target of their frustrations. 

Well, them and of course the siblings who would likely object immediately, followed by his own brother who would try and kill him 

A cross he would happily bear, if it meant they’d finally leave his dear princess alone.

[fe-fictions]

do you maybe have any jakob stories to repost ? ;u;

(Yes!! Here's some "Corrin's injured and Jakob freaks out angst for you to end the month of April!)

It was a blow he wasn’t prepared for. Separated in battle, you were on the other end of the field the last he asked about you. So he tore through the trees, his injuries ignored as he searched for you.

For any sign of you.

“Corrin!!” He shouted with a hoarse voice, fear pulsing in his chest and worry wide in his eyes. “ Corrin, where are you?!”

Every step was labored, his lungs were screaming, but he refused to stop. There was no way he was leaving without you. You were the reason he lived, the reason he woke every day and worked the way he did. The reason he loved.

“ Corrin!!”

He feared his words were falling on deaf ears, not a single sign of his beloved in sight. The dread pooling in the pit of his stomach was more unpleasant than the pain throbbing in his legs and arms. He clutched the kunais in his hands tighter, desperate to locate his other half.

Jakob didn’t know how many times he shouted your name, or how long he’d been running. There were no others in sight, only the bodies of fallen enemies. His nose crinkled in disgust, averting his gaze from the grisly sight.

What if your body was stacked in one of these bloody piles?

The thought sent shivers up his spine, the worry surging through his being in an entirely new form.

“Corrin! Corrin, answer me!!”

In the distance, his eyes narrowed on a figure, slouched against a tree. Smaller frame than the other’s, and bloody. His heart dropped when he came closer.

He knew that hair. The bruised skin, damaged armor, and the tear-filled eyes.

“ Corrin!!”

Jakob’s entire world came crashing down when he saw you. With every step closer, it grew worse. That couldn’t be you, slumped against a filthy tree, bleeding out on the ground. His heart was in his throat when he came to you, crashing on his knees to your side.

“J…Jakob…?”

“I’m here, my love! I’m here, I’m right here…!” His voice was thick and hoarse, unlike anything you’d ever heard come from his mouth. “What happened, where- where are you hurt??”

“T-there…” Your hand rose, the violent shaking more frightening to him than anything else. When it touched your abdomen he was quick to strip away the armor to find a huge gash in your side. He grunted, ripping the cloth from his neck and pressing it to the wound.

“You’ve already lost so much…” He growled, berating himself. You didn’t say anything else, only stared at him with clouded eyes. Your gaze frightened him. “It is imperative you stay awake. Talk to me, I– how did this happen?”

“…”

“Corrin!”

“…When they…separated us…” You coughed, a spatter of blood down your lips. His brow furrowed, tearing off his gauntlet to wipe the red away.

“All right, perhaps you shouldn’t speak.” He said in a rushed tone, and tied the fabric around your stomach to hold it in place. The blood had already begun to seep through, even after applying a Healing staff to the wound.

You needed much more help than he'd be able to provide. The faint glimmer of the staff was already fading; his mana was far too drained to sustain the spell. He spat a curse, shifting to brace your body against his.

“Hold on, darling. I’m taking you to the healer, back to camp. I won’t let you fall here…!”

“…I love you, Jakob…”

“And I adore you, Corrin. Don’t leave me now!” He whispered, hoisting you in his arms and stood to his feet, tearing off to the camp. Adrenaline gave him the push he needed to sprint back to camp.

Jakob’s breath hitched upon reaching the outskirts of camp. You were unresponsive. The cloth was soaked through. Your eyes had shut, too.

“Corrin, we’re here. We made it.”

“……”

“…Corrin?”

“Master Jakob!!” Felicia’s cry caught his attention, and he saw the young maid rushing to him. A flurry of soldiers followed behind, some healers and others concerned family and friends. Everyone looked terrified.

“Get her to the healer’s tent!!” He demanded, meeting them halfway on wobbly legs. “She– she was stabbed, she’s bleeding! She won’t open her eyes, she needs help!”

“She may be dead.” Izana stated, coming forward and taking her into his own arms. Jakob froze, clutching her tightly.

“How dare you suggest such a thing!! She would never do that to me! She wouldn’t leave me, she wouldn’t…!”

“Princess Sakura, help me. And Silas, take care of Jakob's injuries. We must move quickly! She may have lost too much…”

The rest of his words were lost on Jakob, his wife torn away. His hand lingered, allowing himself to be pulled along until he had to let go. He desperately tried to watch, not wanting the last sight of you to be dying in his arms.

Anything but that.

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He’d been kept from the tent for hours. His own wounds healed, he was taken to your room to wait for news. Jakob collapsed onto the bed the moment he was alone, staring up at the ceiling with regret in his eyes.

‘I never should have let us get separated…’ He thought, lips twitching into a sorrowful frown. ‘I should have protected you, I should have been there…’

Tears brimmed in his dark eyes that he fought to keep at bay. He couldn’t cry, not now. You needed him, and he had to stay strong for you. You wouldn’t leave him, you couldn’t. You promised to stay by his side.

After everyone else left, you were the one who stayed.

‘Please, fight for me, love. Please fight for me.’ He pressed a fist to his mouth, turning on his side and curling up against the world. ‘I can’t fight without you.’

He didn’t remember falling asleep. His dreams were filled with thoughts of you, alive, held tight in his embrace. Hugging onto his legs and laughing brightly were two little children, ones that looked just like you.

A family he would give anything to have.

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“…kob…”

“Ja…ob?”

“…Jakob!”

“Master Jakob, please wake up!”

“Mmrgh…Felicia…?” Jakob cracked an eye open. When his eyes finally focused, he noted that Felicia looked so excited she resembled a puppy.

“Master Jakob, I have urgent news! It’s about Lady Corrin!”

“Is she all right, o-or did something happen?”

“She’s awake!”

He bolted up from the bed, and raced out of the room, headed straight for the healing tent. Felicia had a broad smile on her face, though it was unnoticed by the butler who sprinted as though his tail end was lit by a tome.

He slipped around the corner, bursting in with no regard for the wounded. “Corrin!! Where is she, what happened? Is she all right?!”

“Come see for yourself.” Prince Takumi, who’d never been a fan of the butler, said from the side. Jakob scanned the tent, searching for his beloved.

His fears were silenced when his eyes locked on yours, a very weak, but happy smile crossing your lips. You looked a mess, but he could hardly contain his excitement. With a choked noise, he forced himself forward, wanting nothing more but to hold you in his arms.

“Corrin…!”

“H-hello, love.” You chuckled, though it sounded more like coughing. Jakob wrapped his arms around you as tightly as he could, careful to avoid your injury as he pressed you against his chest. 

“I was so worried, I thought you… I-I thought you died–!” He stuttered against your shoulder, the tears pouring from his eyes. He didn’t care about all the eyes watching them, even if they were happy the two were reunited.

All he care about was that you were here, with him. Alive.

“I p-promised I wouldn’t leave you, didn’t I?”

“Yes, you did.” He pulled away, rubbing at his cheeks. Jakob’s hands wrapped around yours, and pressed the sweetest of kisses to your fingertips.

“I love you too much to lose you…not like that, anyway…”

“I couldn’t bear it if you left me, milady. You knew that, I’m sure.”

“Why do you think…I fought so hard…?”

“Because I love you, too. More than anything in the world.” He kissed your forehead, then your eyes, cheeks, and nose. “I’ll never lose you like that again, I swear it. I’ll die before I see you in such a way, ever again.”

“You’re such an…o-overdramatic romantic…” You giggled again, a little more recognizable. He smiled warmly, the kind that was reserved only for you, and pressed his forehead against yours.

“It’s all because of you. You do this to me… Just know it is reserved for you, and your eyes alone.”

“…What about everybody who’s watching us?”

“I’ll skin them alive if they mutter a word about it.”

Jakob pressed his lips to yours then, despite the shrieks of fear when his steely gaze intimidated the entire tent. Needless to say, nobody knew what happened in the tent that day.

For it was meant for your eyes, alone.