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aight squad just four more fredrobin stories and i will have posted 100 pieces for them ;;; A ;;;

and then i'll take a break from them and give some love to the neglected couples collecting dust in my poor inbox :')

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Fredrobin for life!!! You actually got me interested in this ship in the first place!! So thank you <3

As for a prompt, how about Frederick teaching Robin how to ride a horse for the first time? Or having him catch her giving his horse treats.

(I changed the prompt up just a little bit...but it was so fun writing about Hebert!! Reminded me of my days going to 4H classes and taking care of the pony I rode, Tater :'D )

Hebert was an excellent horse. Frederick had raised the beast since he was a foal, and had grown up to become a powerful warhorse. A warhorse who was, surprisingly, very affectionate with his master.

You had observed Frederick’s relationship with Hebert over the last few months, and now that you were together, it was important that you build a relationship with the beast, too. At least, in your opinion. It was the animal who played a huge role in Frederick’s life, especially on the battlefield. 

So it wouldn’t hurt to befriend the beast too, right? Such was the proposition you made when you approached your husband one morning, stepping into the horse stalls where he dutifully brushed Hebert’s coat.

“Good morning, Frederick.” You greeted him, quietly so as not to startle him or the other horses shuffling about. His brush paused when he heard you, and looked at you with quite the surprise on his face. "I hope I’m not interrupting.”

“No, not at all. I’m surprised to see you up so early. You didn’t sleep ‘til late, and I was careful not to rouse you when I left, this morning. Was I not as careful as I hoped?”

“Nothing of the sort, dear. It’s actually…well, I wanted to assist you with taking care of Hebert.”

To your (slight) disbelief, he shared a look with the stallion. 

“...You do?”

“If you’ll have me, yes.” You leaned against the stall door, “I just feel like I haven’t gotten to know him like I should. He’s your horse, but he’s so important to you, and the bond you have is so sweet. I was hoping I could form one with him, too.”

Frederick’s face shifted, the slightest of blushes dusting his face. Hearing how motivated you were to build a bond with his dearest companion touched his heart. 

You looked up at him hopefully, procuring an apple from your pocket. “I heard he prefers apples to carrots.”

“Oh? And where did you hear such a thing?”

“From you.” 

“Then it must be true.” He confirmed with a soft smile, eliciting a giggle from his wife. He gestured for you to join him beside the horse, who had suddenly taken great interest in that shiny red fruit you were holding up.

Frederick took your hand, gently unfurling your fingers. 

“To feed a horse, it is best practice to hold your hand open, palm flat when you offer a treat. That way they won’t nip you by accident when trying to eat it.”

“I would prefer to keep my fingers.” You obeyed his instruction, the apple sitting atop your palm, ready for a handsome horse to take a bite. 

“All right…let’s see if he’ll take it from you.” 

“Is there a chance he won’t?”

“Well, Hebert tends to be rather wary of strangers; it takes a little warming up for him to become familiar with new people, which means he won’t accept food from just anyone. But considering you aren’t entirely a stranger, I doubt he’ll be reluctant to take it from you.”

“Interesting…it seems the wary apple doesn’t fall far from the wary tree.” You jested, earning a an eye roll and a shoulder nudge towards the horse.

“Just give Hebert his treat, please. It’s cruel to keep him waiting.”

You inched closer to the horse’s (quite large) face, finding a big, black nose sniffing the air around the awaiting apple. Frederick kept a steadying hand on Hebert’s neck, patting him reassuringly and just close enough to the reins should his steed decide snapping at your fingers was a better option than taking the apple.

“Wow…he’s really huge, isn’t he?” You murmured nervously; the horse was so much more intimidating a few feet away– it was different being face to face with him compared to fighting a fair distance from him.

Dark brown eyes gave you no point of reference whether he was wary of you or happy to see you. But there wasn’t anymore time to guess. 

A fuzzy, soft nose pushed against your hand, sniffing the apple with great interest. Tall ears flicked onea after the other, and you glanced over at Frederick. He looked particularly pleased. 

And then, Hebert’s lip quivered above your fingers, searching around the apple. It was such a bizarre feeling– and his fuzzy face was so warm on your skin! You shifted your hand a little lower, giving him better access to the awaiting fruit.

Hebert did his horse researching just a moment longer before he decided it was indeed a perfectly safe apple. You jumped when he crunched the fruit, taking the whole thing in a single bite.

“Oh my gods!” You pulled back, feeling a rush of excitement. “He just took the entire thing!!”

“Indeed he did,” Frederick chuckled at your reaction. 

“Is it okay for him to just take the whole thing like that? Should I have cut it in half, or something?”

“Not at all. Were he a foal, he might need a little help. But considering his head is nearly three times larger than ours, he could eat a dozen whole apples without hesitation.”

“What a magnificent beast.” You marveled, watching Hebert happily crunch away his much deserved snack. You reached out, carefully petting his nose. He didn’t pull away, content to enjoy his snack while you took your turn getting to know him. “Aren’t you just wonderful, Hebert!”

“This is quite a pleasant surprise. He’s taken to you much faster than I would have thought.” Frederick observed, moving from Hebert’s side to yours.

“Perhaps it’s because he knows who I am.” You mused, leaning into his side. His arm wrapped around your waist, humming thoughtfully as he scratched behind Hebert’s ears.

“And who might that be?”

“The Lady Frederick, of course. Someone of only the highest standing beside such a decorated knight.”

“You may be onto something.” He squeezed you close, “I recall Lord Chrom trying to offer an apple to Hebert long ago, only to walk away with one less glove and bright red fingers.”

“Oh, dear! You bit the Exalt?” You couldn’t help but laugh at the very thought, poor Chrom’s pride wounded by an opinionated steed.

“It was mortifying at the time, but we both look back at the time fondly. A humbling experience for the young prince.” 

“Well, then. Thank you for treating me with a little more grace than Lord Chrom.” Hebert chuffed softly, the apple long finished. He pressed his mouth to your palm again, searching for his second helping. “Shall I go and fetch another one for you, good boy?”

“You mustn’t spoil him. He may prefer your company to mine if he realizes you’re more willing to give him snacks than I am.”

“You’re just worried he’ll start liking me more than you.”

“How absurd.” He tousled your hair, walking away with a shake of his head. You laughed, trailing after him with a skip in your step. “He would never betray me for a few apples.”

“Then surely you won’t mind. Shall I fetch a few more?”

“Certainly, if you’re all right with an extra hour of training for each apple you sneak to him.”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“I surely would.”

Hebert stomped his hoof, listening to the ridiculous back and forth of the knight and his wife, wondering why in the world the nice lady who had given him an apple was leaving so soon.

(He would receive another one a little while later, while Frederick was distracted with the royal siblings. Perhaps you would become his preferred person, after all…)

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Do you post the commissioned fics on AO3?

It depends, I don't get them very often and it's been a while, so if I get commissioned for them, I'll post them for the sake of a back-up in case something happens to my Tumblr.

Unless a commissioner specifically requests that it remains private, in which case it isn't posted on Tumblr or AO3!

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i wasn't the anon who asked for your ao3 but hilariously, i was just in the fredrobin tag looking for something, see the newest story, go 'oh!! that's fe fictions i think!!", subscribe, only to refresh my tumblr dash and see someone already did the hard work for me lmao

omg that's so good lol!! it's a small world! U V U

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what's your current ao3? i tried feh_chan and nothing turned up ://

it's sei_less !

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Not a request, but I just wanted to tell you I loved the recent Freddybear prompt AND to thank you for telling me about rastons! I've never heard of them, but I looked them up and those look SO good. I'm always looking for stuff to cook, so thanks! 🍞🩷🥐

awwwwwww thank u so much!!!

i ended up doing a lot of research into medieval foods to try and find something that would fit best,,, and idk if i were on a military campaign and wanted some comfort food, a butter stuffed breadroll would be all i needed ;; 3;;

thanks so much for reading!

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The fic you wrote from my prompt watered my fields and cleared my skin. I continue to look forward to all your other fics to reignite my love for FE and make me wish for a DS again

!!! hahaha thank you for sending it in! I just kind of went into a fredrobin trance on that one, I couldn't stop writing!

i feel u omg,,, I've been wanting to get a 3ds again so I can replay awakening,,, such a goated game

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I am once again asking for a fredrobin fic where Robin drinks poisoned wine meant for Chrom because she couldn't tell anyone in time, and it was the only way she could think of to save him. (She'll be alright but the Angst for our dear freddybear)

(So my plan to write 100 Fredrobin stories by the end of 2024 was immediately ruined when I started this prompt...so here's a 20+ page angst-filled dramafest to kick off 2025 instead! U V U )

A banquet was set to be held with Plegian envoys in the name of goodwill. Aversa, who had found herself the unwitting ruler of the desert kingdom, would be reuniting with you since the defeat of Valm and the subsequent death of Grima.

While you and the fellow Shepherds who had fought arm in arm with her were looking forward to a feast for the ages, others felt quite the opposite. Frederick himself had his concerns; although he trusted Aversa, it was the nobility none of you had met that had him on edge.

Well, him and every other Ylissean member of the court who would also be in attendance. You had your own concerns, considering tensions were still bubbling despite the past few years’ attempts at forming a peaceful bond between nations.

But in spite of the wariness, you still felt excitement in your heart as you readied yourself for the grand meal, set to take place only an hour after noon.

“Darling, have you seen the necklace you gifted me in Ferox during the first war?” You called to him from the bedroom, while fastening a handsome pair of earrings. 

You received a hum in response, his voice carrying from the washroom. “Are you certain that’s the necklace you want to wear today? I’m not sure Plegia would appreciate you wearing jewelry forged during the war we defeated them in.”

“Nonsense. They won’t know that. I wanted to wear it because Aversa always liked it. She said it was rather attractive; and was impressed that you had bought something so ‘sickeningly perfect’. I think she’d appreciate the callback.”

“Hmm…now I am even less certain it is a good idea.” He appeared from the washroom, holding a familiar, delicate chain in his hands. “That doesn’t sound like a compliment.”

“It was, I promise.” You reassured him while you pulled your hair to the side, giving him access to the nape of your neck. “Her sense of humor is still developing.”

“I understand.” He stood behind you, the warmth of his fingers slipping the chain around your neck sending shivers down your spine. Frederick smiled to himself as he fastened the clasp. You were so cute, without even trying.

“Thank you, dear.” You tilted your head back to look at him, pulling your gaze from the mirror to your husband. “Are you ready to go?”

“As ready as I ever will be, I suppose.” Frederick sighed, offering his hand. You rose to lean against him, your chests touching as you scrutinized his gaze.

“It’s going to be fine.” A scoff met your reassurance, but the two of you continued on your way, exiting your quarters in the castle to greet your guests.

The Plegian embassy that arrived at the front gates was handsome, and brought many gifts. Aversa, leading the charge, looked as devastatingly beautiful as always and wore a knowing grin that proved it.

Yet her eyes sparkled at the sight of you, all but ignoring the king, queen and high princess to address you directly (she at least had the good sense to greet them formally before she lasered in on you).

“Well, well…if it isn’t the Chief Tactician, back from the dead…” She bowed deeply, “Why, you haven’t aged a day!”

“It’s good to see you too, Aversa.” You beamed at her, slipping away from Frederick’s side to offer her a proper embrace. Aversa welcomed you with open arms.

“You have no idea how boring it was without you…I know we reunited properly months ago, but it feels like I've barely seen you since. You may as well have just come back yesterday!”

“It’s terrible, isn’t it? I’ll make more of an effort to come visit.”

“I’ll hold you to that. Otherwise I’ll simply kidnap you and whisk you back to Plegia!!”

“Do refrain from making such statements, milady. As the monarch of another kingdom that may be perceived as a threat by those around us.” Frederick spoke up quickly, as if the tension rolling off his shoulders wasn’t already blatantly obvious.

He glanced back at Chrom, Sumia  and Lissa, who simply chuckled when Aversa rolled her eyes.

“Oh, Frederick. You are my brother-in-law; surely you should understand the difference between a joke and a threat.” She sighed, relinquishing you back to your husband.

You patted his arm, “She’s right, dear; but thank you for always looking out for the kingdom. A true knight.”

“Indeed.” Chrom agreed, waving everyone in, “Now, shall we go and celebrate? This is quite the occasion! The first effort of goodwill between Ylisse and Plegia in forty years.”

“I hope it is magnificent, Lord Chrom.” Aversa’s eyes narrowed, “We brought some of our finest wine for this event, and we have high expectations for Ylissean cuisine.”

“You won’t be disappointed!” Lissa said, as bouncy and bubbly as ever. The troupe of nobles and royalty were quite a sight, drawing eyes from all over the castle. You squeezed Frederick’s arm; maybe this was a bigger deal than you had first thought.

And you already thought this was a huge deal.

Frederick covered your hand with his, a small comfort as the lot of you reached the banquet hall. It was a majestic, almost glorious, display.

Lights of all colors danced across the room from the immense stained glass windows. The spread was vast and diverse in palate, ornate chalices at each seat to be filled and countless dishes waiting to be devoured.

The Plegian envoy murmured to themselves in surprise. You bit back a giggle when Chrom’s chest puffed up ever so slightly; it appeared even he was proud of the extravagant luncheon.

“My, my…it appears I underestimated you, Lord Chrom. I doubt there’s a word strong enough to describe this display.”

“As much as I’d love to take the credit, that honor goes to the queen and your sister; they were the ones who put together the menu.”

“We did extensive research into each member of the envoy’s favorite dishes from Plegia. Everything from festival foods to home-cooking were taken into consideration!” Sumia said, practically bubbling over with excitement.

It was only the beginning of what was surely a joyous occasion. Everyone headed for their seats, with your place between Chrom and Aversa across from your husband (requested specifically by your sister; though Frederick was reluctant to agree despite “getting you all to himself”, according to her).

Just as your husband pulled your chair out, you hesitated; the table was clearly missing one of your most anticipated dishes.

“Oh, dear- it appears we’ve left something after all.” You huffed, looking back at your sister. “There’s something special I wanted to add specifically to your plate, Aversa. I know Gaius finished it a little while ago…and I wanted to give it directly to you.”

“And she wonders why she is my most favored sibling.” Aversa’s lips curled into a mischievous grin. “I can buy you a few moments if you want to scurry off and get it; you have that glint in your eye that says it must be here.” 

“Of course- Frederick dear, could you please make sure everyone else is seated and ready? I’ll only be a few moments.”

“Whatever you need. But do hurry; they will be pouring the drinks and preparing to toast soon.”

“I’ll be back in no time.” You promised, squeezing his hand before you hurried from the banquet hall.

The excited chattering that filled the room faded away as you hurried down the hallways into the kitchens. There were several butlers and maidservants that passed you by, their hands all filled with even more dishes that would soon be added to the spread.

The clamoring of joyous anticipation had filled the whole of the castle, it seemed. It made your heart swell with hopefulness.

You giggled to yourself, hustling into the kitchen and spotting the thief-turned-chef putting the finishing touches on one of the (several) desserts being prepared for the end of the meal.

“Well, well! What brings you here, Bubbles? You’re cuttin’ it awful close.”

“Sorry to disturb you, I know everyone’s trying to focus.” You said, maneuvering around the equally bustling sous chefs and kitchen staff. They were all performing their duties spectacularly, and you didn’t wish to interrupt their focus amidst the chaos of cooking.

“Then you’d best hurry up and talk- we’re runnin’ on a pretty strict schedule!” Gaius replied coolly, his relaxed expression suggesting this wasn’t as stressful a situation to him than it was the flittering staff surrounding you.

“The dish I asked you to make for Aversa– it wasn’t at her seat like we planned. Do you know where it is?”

“Right…” Gaius leaned back from the decadent cake he was frosting (and maybe stealing a lick of icing for himself), “That meager little thing. Y’know, it’s around here, I remember making it a little while ago. Couldn’t have wandered far…”

He gestured towards the oven, where a rack of breads and baked goods ready to go to the banquet were waiting. Yours shouldn’t be too hard to find, surely.

“I still don’t know why that’s the one you wanted to go for; I mean, it’s just rastons*. Not exactly fit for a royal feast.”

“That’s precisely why I wanted them just for the two of us.” You replied as you rifled around the shelves, searching among the warm breads for the little butter-filled buns you had requested.

“I mean, I guess. But of all the food you’re gonna eat, that’s what you wanna go for?”

“Just shut up and help me look.” You rolled your eyes at him, the pair of you sifting through the baked goods until you found exactly what you were looking for.

A humble set of four bread rolls, each one just as handsome and humble as you hoped. You smiled to yourself, hurriedly taking a small bowl and settling them inside. 

“Don’t worry; we’ll have plenty of room for the rest of the food you cooked. We just have to start with these!”

“Whatever, Bubbles. Just get back up there before everyone starts wondering where the star of the show is.”

“That’s Aversa and Chrom.” You corrected him, but did concede that you needed to get a move on. You thanked him on your way out, having spent only a few moments out of the way.

It was halfway back that you saw something strange. A servant that was following the lines to the hall suddenly stepped off to the side. Your brow furrowed, curiosity piqued.

You slowed down when you caught the servant looking behind them; that behavior was more than shady. The rastons were left on a windowsill, your shoes slipped off before you snuck after them.

After turning a couple corners, you followed them into a corridor that was tucked away from wandering eyes. 

Swiftly you ducked behind some old royal’s bust, watching as they pulled something from their glove.

No, not something; a vial.

A small, green vial.

Your brow furrowed, unable to make out what they were doing with it. You heard the soft pop of the cork, the sound of liquid pouring into liquid just barely reaching your ears from the distance you watched from.

But you couldn’t see what it was being poured into. There were plenty of drinks and sauces that were to be served over the next couple of hours. Whatever it was for, it couldn’t be good. 

“Has anyone seen Toumant?” 

You swiveled back, finding two butlers heading down the corridor. It seemed the voices carried far enough that the other servant heard it, too.

“I didn’t see him in line- did he get lost again?”

“Wouldn’t put it past him…he’s still in training.” You darted away, careful to avoid the pair taking a sharp turn down the adjacent hall. Your thoughts blurred together, adrenaline spiking your heart rate.

What did “Toumant” do? A servant-in-training; a new hire?

The butlers had reached the man and told him to get back to the banquet procession.

There was no time to waste. Shoes abandoned, you rushed to the grand hall, a cacophony of raucous noise all but shocking you out of your thoughts, drawing you back into the reality of the situation.

Everyone was seated, eagerly awaiting the end of the servants’ bringing in the last of the food for the preliminary courses. 

Every single person at that table was important. And if anything happened to one of them…you could kiss unity goodbye. Not even Aversa would be able to stop the chaos that would ensue if the wrong person was hurt.

“Robin, there you are! Come take your seat, dearie. We’re just about to pour the drinks.” Aversa called to you, her smile sweet.

You nodded, but your eyes were elsewhere; darting over each of the dishes laid out, ready to be eaten. None of them seemed to be tampered with. Everything looked great. Normal.

You swept over the surrounding servants; there were dozens of people milling about the table, still setting things out and bringing in more and more-

Toumant.

The last of the servants filtered in just as you took your seat, watching the pair of butlers usher in the third and final individual before they shut the grand doors.

“Looks like we’re ready to begin!” Chrom announced, rising from his seat. At his word a number of servants stepped forward, decanters filled with dark, rich Plegian wine in their hands. One of the butlers who had arrived with Toumant had a decanter as well. 

You watched as everyone went around the table, the goblets filled with alcohol. Aversa rose to her feet as well, holding out her own cup that was obediently filled as she spoke.

“In the name of peace and unity among our people…”

You weren’t sure who to watch – Toumant was shifting between bodies, seemingly trying to retreat back towards the walls as more wine was brought forward to fill those waiting.

“...It is my great honor to open this glorious celebration with Plegia’s greatest pride; our precious cinsault grape wine. We all hope that you find it as delightful as the meal which follows. This is truly a historic time for both our nations…”

The wine. Toumant’s gaze seemed to shift at its mention, lingering on Chrom for half a second. You followed his eyes; Chrom’s drink was being poured. 

You looked to Frederick, who seemed to be wholly invested in the speech. You tried to signal to him discreetly, but your ever-patriotic beloved was utterly enthralled with Aversa and Chrom’s words.

“...And hope that this will be the beginning of a prosperous and beautiful new relationship that will stand for centuries to come.”

You waited until the butler stepped away, eying the goblet. Your own had just been filled, a different servant with a different decanter. A different…color…?

Just slightly. 

Just slightly lighter than yours. Whatever was in that decanter was different from Chrom’s. Your heart pounded in your ears. The rest of the speech lasted only seconds longer, drowned out by the panic building in your head.

Aversa held her goblet high, taking the first sip as a symbolic gesture. She and Chrom took their seats, as the others raised their cups.

It was fortuitous that Chrom’s goblet was within reach. You slipped it away from his place, swapping it with your own. He didn’t seem to notice the movement; no one did. They were far too enthralled with the incoming feast.

You took his goblet into your hands, fingers shaking. Frederick looked to you with his warmest smile, unaware something was wrong. Not yet.

“Frederick-” You mouthed to him, the cups raised for the toast. He locked eyes with you, brow furrowing just slightly. “Someone’s trying to-”

“To Plegia and Ylisse!!” 

Aversa and Chrom said in unison, echoed by all those at the table. Everyone took their drinks up, your eyes falling to the drink. If it was poisoned…it should at least be you, shouldn’t it? Although it wouldn’t be difficult to pretend.

You raised the goblet to your lips, the liquid touching just briefly before you lowered it back to the table. You didn't ingest anything-- surely it was fine. Frederick's expression had relaxed when you met his eyes again, looking over at you with great pride.

“I’d say this is going just splendidly, wouldn’t you, Robin?” Aversa beamed, her cheeks flushed with the excitement of having made such a rousing speech. Perhaps that and the wine she already drained from her full goblet.

You looked to Chrom, who appeared to be equally flushed and bright with optimism. He had swallowed the wine, too; he seemed fine.

“Robin?”

The table blurred, your gaze shifting towards the back wall, searching for Toumant. He stood close to the doors- he looked confused.

“Robin, dear, are you all right?” 

Aversa’s voice was static in your ears. You blinked- which only served to make the blurry room spin. You could’ve sworn you heard Chrom and Frederick asking you a question, but they sounded miles away.

Your hands trembled, reaching out to try and steady yourself.

You weren’t sure if you missed, or you grabbed something wrong.

There was a clatter, the world fell out from under you, and a sharp pain stabbed into your chest.

You couldn’t breathe.

The good news was that your suspicions were correct.

The bad news was you tasted copper in your mouth.

The last thing you saw was the stone floor, trembling hands, and blood spattering between your fingers.

Then…nothing.

Frederick didn’t realize what was happening until it was too late. You mouthed something to him, just as everyone raised their drinks.

Success was paramount, and everything was going perfectly. Had you found those rolls you left for? He hadn’t seen you return with anything.

By the time he lowered his goblet, your own had just barely passed your lips. Perhaps it wasn’t to your taste. A shame; it was truly delicious.

“I’d say this is going swimmingly. Look at all those pleased, round faces.” Aversa commented to him, gesturing to the ambassadors and nobility who were already digging in. “This may end better than I’d hoped.” 

“The speech that you and Lord Chrom gave set the perfect mood, milady. I wasn’t certain at first, but I must cautiously agree.”

“Surely you needn’t ‘cautiously’ agree. Can’t you simply ‘agree’, brother-in-law?” Aversa rolled her eyes, shaking her head at you. “Honestly, what do you see in this oversized worrywart, Robin?”

Frederick smiled into his drink; there were countless things. You had told him so many a time when he asked a similar question many years ago.

“Robin?”

He looked up from the goblet, finding a strange expression on your face. You looked disoriented. Almost pained.

Aversa’s tone shifted, setting her cup down to reach out for you.

“Robin, dear, are you all right?”

Frederick’s smile disappeared. You weren’t responding. Your face was pale. Chrom seemed to notice as well, touching your shoulder.

“Robin? What’s wrong?”

“My love, are you-”

Suddenly you fell from your chair, taking your place setting down with you. You grabbed at the mat, causing all of your tableware to crash and shatter on the stone floor.

Frederick’s chair crashed to the floor. He raced to you, desperate to help. You were braced on hands and knees, surrounded by broken glass. 

“Robin!!” 

“What the hells is going on?!”

Frederick grasped your shoulders, trying to hold you up. To his horror, your eyes were glazed over. Your skin was paper white, and blood-

Gods, there was blood dripping from your mouth.

“Gods, Robin!!” Lissa screeched, the cleric came to your side as the room descended into chaos. 

“Clerics- send for clerics, immediately!!” Aversa ordered, the ambassadors and servants alike all rushing towards the doors in a panic. The pandemonium was growing around them. 

But to your husband, the nightmare was happening right in front of him. He took you up in his arms, your breathing becoming shallower and quicker in the few seconds he’d lifted you from the floor to his chest. 

“Where is your stave??”

“The medical wing- there are emergency supplies in the councilroom!! It’s the closest-”

Frederick sprinted to the doors, forcing his way through the crowd that was filling the narrowing space in a horrific panic. Ice filled his veins, your entire body spasming. A trembling hand grasped at his chest, trying desperately to find purchase.

You were fading. Fast.

“Out of the way!! Everyone, out of the way!!” He bellowed, brute-forcing his way through bodies. His tactics only fomented further panic, uncoordinated nobles stumbling to the floor and servants hitting walls.

There was no time.

Lissa followed closely behind him, the two of them finally breaking out of the crowd and hurtling down the corridor. Frederick couldn’t have run faster- he was sprinting to the councilroom, feeling your heartbeat soften in each footstep. 

The spasming was slowing down- the blood was spilling faster.

“Hold on- hold on, love, please-!!” 

Lissa somehow had rushed in front of him, pulling open doors and making beeline for the chest in the furthest corner.

“Put her on the table!!” She shouted to him, pulling the Caduceus staff out. 

Frederick cradled your head, lowering you onto the massive table. He ripped the heavy chairs away, making space for Lissa to get to work. 

“She can’t breathe– can you cut the neckline–” 

He ripped the knife from his coat lining. He cut away the fabric, and snapped the necklace away.

The glow of the healing staff wasn’t changing anything. Healing spells were spilling from Lissa’s mouth, the magic shifting from your chest to your stomach, to holding it over your head.

Frederick grasped your hand, fingers pressed against your wrist. Your pulse was-

“Lissa, we’re losing her!”

“I-it’s not enough, I need more help!!” She managed between spells, panic rising in her voice. “It’s poison– it’s spread all over!!”

The breath flew from his lungs.

“Poison-?!” Chrom’s voice broke from behind them. He and Aversa raced into the room, the both of them looking utterly frightened.

“We need clerics, a-and antidotes, and anyone you can find who can hold a staff! She’s running out of time!!”

Aversa flew from the room, shouting hysterically with anger and fear. Someone poisoned Ylisse’s chief tactician. The queen of Plegia’s only sister.

Frederick’s sole reason for living.

“Robin, please–” His voice trembled, feeling your pulse weaken. “Please, my love, please–” 

Sobs were intermingling with Lissa’s spells, panic overriding all of their senses. It wasn’t supposed to go like this. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

It couldn’t end like this.

“Lissa…!!”

Your pulse stopped.

A heartrending cry he would later realize was his ripped through the room. He would not register the room suddenly filling with healers, whipping past him and surrounding your body. 

Aversa was bellowing orders, demanding answers, demanding retribution– Frederick’s knees gave out, slamming to the ground, his hand limply relinquishing yours.

A hand on his shoulder –Chrom, someone– pulling him away from his wife.

“They need room to work, we need to go.”

He sounded miles away. His eyes lingered on your form until you were blockaded by the healers.

The hands multiplied on his shoulders and arms, pulling him back. He couldn’t find the energy to resist.

It was all he could do to keep his eyes on you, before the bodies surrounded you and the doors slammed shut.

The echo that followed the massive doors lingered in the air. And the Exalt, the Queen and the knight could only stand there, numb from the shock of what just happened.

“...Who did this?”

Aversa’s shaking voice was the first to break through the silence. 

“Who would dare…??”

“Poison…isn’t something commonly used in Ylisse.” Chrom said, brow furrowed as he tried to sort out his thoughts. “To do it now, of all times…this was an attempt to prevent peace before it could even happen.”

“We worked too hard. We worked too hard for this to be what comes of our efforts. To target Robin–” Aversa’s voice was little more than a burning hiss, her eyes widened with rising fury. “We must find the culprit. Immediately. If anything happens to her- if Robin does not survive, then–”

“Chrom!” Lissa’s voice lifted through the fog of their anxiety, breathless in the doorway. Frederick was the first to her side, the princess’ eyes dark. 

“Milady, is she–?”

“We’ve put her in stasis. The poison’s spread so far into her system that if we didn’t stop everything, she’d…”

Chrom’s hands were on his shoulders suddenly; ah…his legs nearly gave out, again.

You were at death’s door.

“What can we do?”

“We’ve identified the poison; what we need is an antidote.” 

“Name it.” Frederick stepped closer, jaw clenched. “Whatever she needs, I will find it.”

“It’s from the Plegian Duskviper. It has an elapid venom that normally would kill within seconds of being ingested…coming into contact with skin requires absorption, which can delay its impact for a few minutes. We think that’s what happened to Robin.”

“We have antivenom in Plegia’s capital. It’s a shy creature, very rarely encountered…but for the few imbeciles who would try to mess with one, we have a number of potions set aside in major hospitals.”

“How long would it take to retrieve?”

“If we can teleport, a few hours. Is there anyone-”

“Miriel and Laurent live 10 minutes away. Lord Chrom, please summon the Head Mage. She and Aversa will be able to start the teleportation spell in the meantime. Naga willing, we will save her.”

“We will.” Chrom swore to him, “But you should stay with her. Sumia can get to the mages faster with her pegasus.”

Frederick would have debated that, but the prospect  of leaving your side was less attractive than staying with you.

So instead, he agreed to stay. And the lot of them split, sprinting in whatever directions were needed. Frederick remained at the doors, Lissa assuring him that as soon as it was all right for him to see you, she would allow him in.

For now, he would wait. Trust that they would be able to save you…and pray he would not lose you again.

The slurring voices around you were difficult to decipher. At one point you remembered screaming.

You remembered trying to scream, but your jaw was clamped shut by an indescribable, inescapable pain that pierced through to your very bones.

You remembered…blurry faces, and sobbing, more screaming. Familiar warmth that quickly turned into searing heat, overwhelmed by a cold that suddenly turned to nothing.

A dreamless sleep.

Eventually, though…the world began to shift.

A strange pressure rose in your chest. As though there was no breath in your lungs. You felt a groan in your throat, trying to pull the air back in.

A coughing fit ripped you from the bleary darkness and forced you back into the world.

You felt a small hand on your back, rubbing circles while another pressed something to your lips. Water? Water.

You swallowed obediently, grunting at the dull stabbing in your throat.

The more you woke up, the more pain you felt.

“Easy, Robin…deep breaths. You’re all right.”

A thousand little needles were prickling into you all at once. Waves of pain that you couldn’t reach pressed deep into your body, far deeper than your skin.

What on earth was going on?

“Can you hear me? Do you feel okay?”

You nodded, then shook your head. A tired laugh followed, another cup pressed to your lips. The liquid had a taste; far more bitter.

“This will help soothe the pain and relax your muscles. I’m afraid there isn’t much more we can do until your body’s ready for another healing session. For now, please rest…let me help you…”

The voice became clearer, eventually recognizable as Lissa’s sweet tone. 

Your brow furrowed, trying to open your eyes. It felt like ages before you were able to see her. When the vision finally did come, it was quite blurred.

But the glassy blue eyes surrounded by a halo of soft, blonde hair was a blur you could recognize.

“Lis…”

Your voice was a thousand miles away. But she heard it.

“I’m here. I’m here, Robin…you’re okay.” Her hand touched your neck; it was a cool touch, but welcome. “Don’t push too hard. Can you finish the medicine?”

The cup returned to your lips. A  scrunch in your nose, your brow furrowed just so. The numbness that had enveloped your limbs was replaced slowly with a tingling sensation across your body.

“Attagirl.” The cup emptied, easing the tingling sensation.

Or perhaps the bitterness of the medicine that was still thick in your throat was distracting you from the other discomforts.

“I’ll get you some more water…oh, and I should let the others know you’re awake. Frederick will be beside himself!”

It took some effort, but you were able to turn your head to the side, watching the blurry figure scurry around the room. She was coming more into focus now; wearing medical garb instead of that lovely dress she was in earlier…

Your eyes focused further; the strange dark smatterings across the smock was blood.

“Is that…mine?”

“Hm? Oh.” She followed your eyes, brushing her fingers across the fabric. “Well…yes. You were in a bad way, Robin. It was close.” 

“What was it?”

“Poison. Though…I suspect you knew that.” Lissa returned to your side, a cup of mercifully clear liquid in it. Gingerly, she helped you lean back against the pillows, somewhere between sitting up and lying back.

The hand that came up to take the water from her trembled violently. Not quite ready to do that, yet.

“There was a name you kept repeating when you were coming back around. You were so feverish, we weren’t sure if it was gibberish or what, but– we discovered it was someone pretending to be a servant.”

“Toumant.”

“That's it.” She agreed, “Aversa locked that man down within hours. He was halfway out of a tavern window, but Frederick caught him.”

“He did?”

“I didn’t see it, but Aversa said it was amazing– he broke the man’s nose with a single strike, then just kept hitting him!! Gods, I wish I could’ve seen it. They won’t be able to interrogate the guy until they can get his jaw back in place.”

“H-he broke his jaw?” You were definitely waking up, now. You hoped you simply misheard, but Lissa nodded vigorously.

“Oh gosh, yes- it went on way longer than it should’ve, because Aversa was the first one in. She was cheering him on before Chrom came in, and he was the one who had to pry Frederick off that traitor! It was quite a sight, I’ve been told.”

It left you at a loss for words. It must have been much worse than you first thought.

“Is he…are they here?”

“I think Frederick and Aversa are waiting outside– do you feel up to seeing them? You’ve gone through a lot, today…if you need some more time alone, it’s okay.”

You shook your head, motioning for her to open the doors.

“My husband’s already broken enough bones.” 

The princess would abide by your request, and passed through the door to address the pair of people hovering in front of it.

You leaned back into the pillows, blinking slowly up at the ceiling. You were feeling much more alert, and your vision was almost back to normal.

Just in time to hear the squabbling beyond the door. And, when it finally opened again…

It was your husband who stepped through first. He searched the medical bay for only a moment before his eyes fell on your bed.  His expression shifted to something unreadable. It was a mixture of sadness and relief that was impossible to look away from.

Then he locked eyes with you.

A soft gasp fell from his lips. In six strides Frederick crossed the room and reached your bedside. Without a word, his arms came around you, all but lowering his entire frame onto yours from where you laid.

If you could lift your arms, you would. All you could do was take in his sweet warmth, his embrace tightening with each breath he felt you take.

“My love…” His words were a fragile whisper, “...Robin, I…a-are you all right?”

He pulled back, just enough to look you over. The brimming tears in his eyes made your heart lurch. 

“Does anything hurt? The antivenom, I…I was told it would be difficult to ingest, and…” You lost track of his words, the worried rambling only growing quicker as he continued his inspection.

His hand touched your cheek, then your neck and shoulder, sliding down your arm as the other wandered across your stomach, searching for any discomfort you might be feeling.

The same hands that were wrapped in bandages, faded spots of blood seeping through the linen where his knuckles should be clean.

You looked up at him, his gaze sweeping up and down your frame in search of missed injury,  rambling on about something related to the poisoning.

He did not stop until a small hand reached up, and cupped his cheek.

“Frederick,”

His breath hitched, his body stilled. Delicate fingers fell to his collar, tugging him weakly forward. Obediently, longingly,  the distance between you faded.  

When your lips touched, he finally paused. The kiss was soft, slow to start. Frederick had stuttered against your advances, but melted into it without a second thought. He pressed into you, breaking apart for a whisper of a breath before he returned it, harder, more urgent.

It was difficult to pull away from him, harder still to catch your breath. Frederick’s cheeks flushed, gingerly settling you back into the pillows.

“Forgive me. I…I did not mean to get ahead of myself. Gods, and while you’re recovering from-”

“It’s okay.” Your whisper drew away the guilt, your trembling hand returning to his cheek darkened the blush.

“Darling…” He covered your hand with his, leaning into your touch. Your fingers were still unsteady against his warmth, but he found it reassuring. A sobering reminder of what could have been.

What almost was.

“I heard…you…broke a lot of bones.”

He scoffed, “A coward almost killed my wife. Had I not been stopped, I would have done far worse than break bones. That was a mercy.”

“He wasn’t– trying to poison me.” You swallowed, “I-it was Chrom. I switched the cups when…I figured out what w-was going on.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His face was tight, lowering your hand to his heart.

“I tried.” You shook your head, “I didn’t know what to do. I thought if I didn’t drink it, I’d be fine.”

“If it were any other poison, perhaps it would have been. It was Duskviper venom.” He informed you gravely. Your stomach flipped.

“Duskviper…? I-I should be dead.”

“The healers put you in stasis for hours. Aversa retrieved antivenom from Plegia, and they were able to reverse its effects before it was too late. But it was…it was close.”

You looked away, squeezing his fingers tight. “I’m so sorry, Frederick. You must’ve been…so scared.”

He was silent, intertwining his fingers between yours. 

“I just didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what was going on until it was too late. And if I’d known it was Duskviper, of all things…”

“What matters is you are safe.” He sighed softly, drawing you into his embrace once more. “You are still with me. You are still here.”

“I am.” You promised, nuzzling into his chest.

His heartbeat had steadied; it was back to the strong, slow thump that had soothed your deepest anxieties countless times. 

He threaded his fingers in your hair, stroking tenderly. He relished such soft moments; to think he had been mere seconds from watching it all slip away, again.

You wanted to stay in his arms forever. There was no safer place than snuggled up with your big, brown bear. But the impatient knocking on the door suggested it was time you let other visitors in.

Frederick reluctantly withdrew, tucking your hair behind your ear. “I’m sure it is Aversa. She has been waiting patiently…”

“Are you willing to share me yet?” You mused, in spite of the weariness in your voice. Frederick kissed you once more, before he forced himself to leave your bedside.

“If you wish to hear my honest answer, certainly not. I would rather whisk you away to the mountains…far from anyone else for at least a fortnight...perhaps two.”

“I wouldn’t say no to a vacation, if you’re offering.”

“Then I shall arrange it, immediately.” Frederick decided as he opened the door, just in time for Aversa to burst in with a wild look in her eyes. She was hunting for you, rather than searching- and once she locked onto you, she all but sprinted over.

“Sister!!” 

She rushed to you, elegant fingernails immediately digging into your shoulders. She wrapped you up in a tight hug, settling you firmly against her chest.

“Gently, Aversa– she’s only just woken!” Frederick hurried back to you, preparing to wrestle her off of you. She all but growled at him, hugging you closer.

“Please, I’m the one who brought the antidote!! I should be allowed a few moments to hold my only sister! Besides, you were doing more than hugging before you finally let me in. I’m sure her pains have eased by now.”

“That’s the medicine, I’m sure…” You coughed some, which finally saw Aversa’s release. She held your face in her hands, her sharp eyes betrayed by the tear stains on her cheeks.

“Do you have any idea how frightened we were?? And when you pulled half the table down with you! What in Grima– what in Naga’s name were you thinking?!”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I thought if I didn’t drink it, then–”

“Oh, please. You know better than to put strange liquids anywhere close to your body!! Did I teach you nothing?”

“You taught me plenty.”  You giggled, though it only seemed to upset her further.

“Honestly, you fool…what were we supposed to do if you really died?? You think Naga would give you a third chance at life? And what about us?? Did you think for a second what it would do to poor Frederick? Haven’t you tormented us enough?”

“I was trying to protect Chrom. That’s all on my mind in that moment.” You looked past her to your husband hovering behind the cross woman.

“If Chrom is meant to die by assassination, so be it. You are no longer to put yourself between anyone and yourself, do you understand me? Or so help me gods, I will come to the afterlife and kill you again!”

“Again, Aversa, I would caution you to refrain from such language…especially given the events of today.”

“I speak nothing but the truth.” She huffed, giving you one more squeeze. “Though, there is one thing on my mind.”

You laid back again, prompting Frederick to come to your side and help prop you more comfortably. His hand lingered on your shoulder.

“What was so important you left the banquet in the first place? Even he wouldn’t say what was going on.”

“I asked Gaius to bake rastons for us.” You explained softly, and her breath hitched. “I haven’t seen you in so long, and we had so many fond memories eating them together on the campaign…I thought it might be nice to reminisce a little.”

She stared at you in utter disbelief; that surely couldn’t be the reason.

“Robin, you…” Aversa hiccuped, shaking her head before all but tackling you into another hug. “You sweet, stupid thing!!”

“I love you, too, Sister.” You chuckled, holding her close. Frederick knelt beside you, putting a gentle arm around you both.

He and Aversa had grown close in your time apart; your loss had bonded them in grief, which had blossomed into a true, familial relationship that only made your time together sweeter.

He was a kind, patient big brother…as he was a loving husband. You leaned into him, committing this moment to memory. In spite of the pain, the fear and the horrific events that preceded it…being wrapped in an embrace with the most important and beautiful people in your life was something you would never regret.

It was an important reminder of what you had, and what you would never allow yourself to lose, again. And considering your recovery was spent with the two of them hovering around you constantly, it seemed that sentiment was held by them both, as well.

As if you needed reason to love them more than you did already.

Rastons are a medieval bread roll that are stuffed with butter..very simple, very delicious! Robin introduced them to Aversa during the campaign, and she fell in love with them... whenever they got their hands on them, it was quite a treat! U V U

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Hey pspsps I’m 6 stories away from having written 100 fredrobin stories over on AO3 (my Frederick collective ;0 )

So QUICK send me in some fredrobin prompts so we can end 2024 with 100 stories!!!!!!!!

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I love the bath tent prompts (poor chrom) and im so curious what that would be like with a relatively chill guy like stahl?

(Let's get some fresh stories out to round out the new year, right? U V U )

Stahl was a gentle soul. Compassionate, patient, endlessly gracious. It was very difficult to upset him in any way. The only exceptions to that rule were when someone went after people he cared about; his family, friends, and so on.

Outside of battle, he was otherwise perfectly pleasant and cheerful. Absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. 

But then he heard the shriek from across camp. He recognized the sound of your voice instantly, all but abandoning the freshly chopped firewood from the forest to help you.

What he found was not an assassin making an attempt on your life, but instead the Prince of Ylisse standing outside of the women’s bath tent. A bar of soap shot past his head, followed by the soap dish, and then an entire wooden bucket. And the one throwing those objects with a towel hastily wrapped around her torso…was his wife.

You were still within the bathing tent, so no one had seen you yet; only your husband, who was first to the scene. Neither you nor Chrom realized he was there until they heard the sound of a sword being drawn…and the temperature of the tent dropping by ten degrees.

“My, my…what do we have here?”

“S-Stahl?!” Chrom’s deep red face suddenly drained of all color, seeing an icy smile on your husband’s usually pleasant face.

He was brandishing a weapon directly at the poor prince, who was caught completely out of sorts. At the sound of his name, you gasped, dropping the larger bucket that you were preparing to vault into the prince’s face.

“Could you please explain why my wife’s throwing things at you…from the women’s bath tent?”

“I-it’s not what it looks like!!” Chrom managed, hands up in surrender when the weaponw as slowly drawn from its scabbard. “It was an accident, I swear!!”

“You know, they always say that-” He tilted his head, grinning, “And they’re always wrong.”

“Stahl!!”

To your husband’s surprise, you were suddenly standing between him and Chrom, the bucket having been clunked over the prince’s head before he could even blink.

As poor Chrom staggered backwards and landed on his ass, Stahl lowered his weapon with a confused frown.

“Robin?”

“H-he’s not lying, it was definitely an accident! I just freaked out because-”

“-Because a man snuck in while you were bathing?” Stahl interrupted you, taking the edge of your towel and carefully tightening it around your shoulders to cover you fully. Then he gently moved you aside and continued towards Chrom. “A man who is not only our commanding officer, but a member of the royal family?”

A small crowd was starting to form, having followed the panicked scream and searching for the source of the chaos. Seeing the mild-mannered Stahl preparing to behead the prince was becoming quite the spectacle.

“Stahl, what are you-”

“Ugh…Robin, what the hell was that??” Chrom lifted the bucket off his head, just in time to see Stahl towering over him. “Oh, gods.”

“Excuse me, milord.”

Shepherds gasped when Stahl grabbed Chrom’s shoulders, hands wrapped around the cape.

“Wait a second-”

Riiiiiip

“Robin, dear.” Stahl called to you in a sing-song voice, holding out Chrom’s cape. You could barely move, stunned by what just happened.

Unfazed, your husband returned to your side, promptly wrapping the fabric around you and covering you from head to toe. Then he turned back to the bewildered prince, whose sister and lieutenant were rushing to the poor, rattled prince.

Well, maybe not “poor”; he did just walk in on Stahl’s wife.

“The tactician and her husband will be returning to our tent. Please don’t disturb us unless it is absolutely necessary.” Stahl announced, and wrapped an arm around your shoulders to lead the two of you away from the now-clamoring crowd.

It was all you could do to push your legs forward, almost numb from the  chaotic turn of events. One second everyone was screaming, the next Chrom was cape-less and you wre in the arms of your husband.

“Jarring” was an understatement.

Stahl ushered you into your shared tent without a word, a tight smile on his lips. He latched it shut with a few extra loops on the rope for good measure. 

“Hmm…I think we need to tighten this up.” He murmured to himself, “Please, get dressed, Robin. I’m going to make sure no one can slip in.”

“S-Stahl…” You were sure you looked no less graceful than a gaping fish, trying to piece together your thoughts. He procured some rope from one of the traveling crates, laser-focused on keeping literally everyone else out. “Stahl, dear?”

“Mm?”

“Are you, um…are you okay?” 

It was a short and cold bark of laughter that startled you. Stahl just shook his head, winding the rope with a bit more urgency. 

“Oh, I don’t know about ‘okay’- I mean, Chrom walked in on you while you were bathing. You were vulnerable and unsuspecting, and Chrom saw you in a state of total undress. He should be thankful all I did was rip his cape off. I was sort of hoping his arm might’ve been caught in it.”

“Oh, dear.” You exhaled shakily. Stahl turned to look back at you, but his expression was far gentler than the tone of his voice suggested. He closed the short distance between you, slipping the cape from your shoulders with a tender touch.

“Please, get dressed. The last thing we need now is for you to catch a cold on top of everything else. I’ll help you dry your hair after.”

“Stahl-”

“Here.” He procured his nightshirt for you, pressing it into your hands. “I’ll go and get your clothes from the bathing tent once things have settled down.”

“Hey.” You reached up, pinching his cheek. His brow furrowed, trying to pull away from your fingers.

“Uh, what are you doing?” 

“You’re not letting me talk.” You released him, taking the tunic from him. “I know you’re upset, but you’re starting to scare me a bit. I don’t know what’s going through your head.”

“I don’t think you’d like what’s going through my head.” He admitted, jaw clenched. “Besides, it doesn’t matter- you were the one who got walked in on!”

“But you’re the one silently plotting to murder Chrom!” 

“I wasn’t going to murder him, maybe just…maim him.”

“Stahl…”

“Am I not allowed to be angry that your friend did that to you? Accident or not, that was wholly inappropriate- how could that have happened in the first place??”

“He’s a moron, Stahl. He’s a dear friend, and he’s smart in many ways, but somehow the steam in the bath tent didn’t alert him to his location. But it was not on purpose- I don’t think he would’ve let me hurl all that stuff at him if there was any more malicious intent behind his actions.”

“I’m glad to know that our crown prince is a buffoon.” There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice, “But it’s inexcusable!! You can’t blame me for wanting to do something about it!”

“I don’t blame you- of course I don’t.” You softened some, “But I’m the one he walked in on. And if I don’t want you to do anything to him, that should mean something.”

A heavy sigh escaped him, clearly unhappy with the fact you were right. Your feelings did take point on this; righteous indignation or no. 

“I’m glad you’re upset for me, Stahl. It makes me happy to know that you’ve got my back. But I’m not…I’m not angry at Chrom. I’m just embarrassed. And that whole fiasco outside the bath tent just made it worse, because we gathered up an entire crowd of witnesses.”

Stahl’s gaze fell away, cast to the side. “...I’m sorry. I didn’t think about that. I just…I heard you scream and started running. I shouldn’t have confronted him out in the open like that, huh?”

“I don’t know, honey. You were just trying to protect me.” You said softer, stepping away from him to change. 

Your husband may or may not have observed (respectfully) as the towel slipped, and you pulled the nightshirt over your body. You shivered softly, having little else to keep warm. 

“But you do make a good point. I should’ve gotten you out of there before I even thought about going after Chrom. I just saw you, and saw him, and I…I don’t know, I just kind of snapped.”

You shrugged, fiddling with the laces on the collar of your shirt. “It’s okay. I mean, I don’t know that I could’ve done it different if I were in your shoes. If something like that happened to you, I probably would’ve launched at the person who walked in on you and asked questions later.”

Stahl blushed softly, biting the inside of his cheek to keep that stupid, giddy smile of his from appearing. 

He slipped his hands between yours, taking care of tightening the laces for you. 

“Well…it makes me happy to know you’d do that for me if the roles were reversed…even though I embarrassed you when I did it.”

“It’s okay. Your intervening isn’t what was upsetting, it was the whole mess. Gods, I don’t even want to think about facing the Shepherds who saw me like that…” You groaned, resting your head onhis chest with a soft thump.

Strong, limber arms wrapped around you, drawing you in as tightly as he could. He rested his chin atop damp hair. “I’m so sorry. That shouldn’t have happened to you at all.”

“Yeah…” You sighed, nuzzling into his warmth. The faintest of skipped heartbeats touched your ear, making you smile softly to yourself. “Thank you for protecting me, Stahl.”

“Don’t thank me for that.” He laughed bashfully, “I don’t think I was much help.”

“Come now; after the way you jumped into action like that, I’m sure the Shepherds will think twice before doing something foolish like Chrom did.”

“As they should.” He huffed, kissing the top of your head. “I don’t mess around when it comes to you.”

“Unless you’re messing around with me.” You grinned, looking up at him mischievously.

“Robin--” His spluttering led to your hands crawling up his tunic, tugging at the high collar  around his neck. 

“I mean, we’ve latched ourselves in here pretty tightly…and I doubt anyone would be foolish enough to come over here…and frankly, I’d like to forget about what just happened and would rather spend some quality time with my beloved husband, instead.”

“I-it’s mid-morning, Robin- not that I wouldn’t like to-”

"And I’m only wearing a nightshirt. Your nightshirt.” You reminded him, all but pressing yourself up against him.

“Well…a-are you sure? If you’d rather just be together, we don’t have to do anything.”  He suggested gently, in spite of himself. Your hands wandered into his hair, pulling him into a much needed kiss.

Who was he to deny you? 

The two of you would very quickly fall over each other trying to the bedroll, where you proceeded to make the most of your newfound alone time.

Of course, without fail, Chrom would head to your tent about half an hour later, to try and apologize for the horrific mishap from earlier (and maybe get his cape back).

It would take all of four seconds for him to realize what was going on and subsequently try to sprint as far from that tent as possible (lest he suffer the wrath of Stahl once again).

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f!Byleth getting sick and Seteth taking care of her ? (If you didn't write anything similar already)

(This is perfect because I've actually been sick the last five days...I manifested it with all the sick fics!!! ;;;; A ;;;; )

The doors to the Archbishop’s private chambers were tightly sealed. None were allowed in or out without express permission from her prime minister, i.e. the head of her security, top advisor, vice director of the monastery’s medical wing, and perhaps most importantly-

Anxious husband.

After five years of nothing but good health and busy schedules, perhaps it was only a matter of time before one of you finally worked yourselves hard enough to get sick.

That was Mercedes’ deduction from your examination (after Flayn convinced Seteth to allow her in). As a result of your horrific diagnosis, your right hand man in all aspects of your life now found himself playing another key role; personal physician.

“Your fever does not seem to be improving.” Seteth’s comforting hand withdrew form your forehead, finding the heat far stronger than was healthy. His expression was tight and fixed in a grimace, which you were sure wouldn’t go away any time soon. “How is your breathing? You still sound congested…”

“Can’t really breathe out of my nose.” You confirmed with a huff, pressing your head back into the pillows in order to alleviate the tension in your skull.

Seteth nodded, darting to the washroom to procure the hot water still steaming in the basin. “Just a moment, dear.”

It was only a few moments before he was back at your side, a cloth dipped in hot water ready and waiting to be placed on your forehead.

You hummed in relief when he settled it just above your eyes, the soothing warmth working wonders to ease the discomfort. 

“There is some salve Cethleann brought that should help with the congestion in your chest. May I untie your nightdress?”

You cracked an eye open at him, the slightest twinkle of amusement within. “We have been married for two years, Seteth. You do not need to ask permission to take care of me.”

“Being married is not an excuse to cross boundaries.”

“What if I am stabbed in the chest and you must dress the wound? Would you ask permission then?”

“That is a ridiculous and terrible question, Byleth. I refuse to answer it.” He scoffed, shooting you quite an annoyed glare. “If you are well enough to tease me, then perhaps you do not need my help, after all.”

“I am terribly sorry.” 

“That doesn’t sound very convincing.” He huffed, making you smile.

“I truly am. Thank you for asking permission to take care of me. You are ever the gentleman.” 

“Indeed I am.” His indignance settled just slightly, and he returned to his task, carefully untying the laces of your nightdress, just enough that he could apply the topical in soothing circles.

You inhaled deeply, your body relaxing as the salve worked its magic. Seteth’s fingers hesitated for half a second, and you fought the urge to smile.

“...Having second thoughts about being a gentleman, my love?”

“Tch!” He clicked his tongue, finishing his work and hastily withdrawing in a huff. “Of course not! I was simply worried I had hurt you by pressing too hard.”

“Darling, I’ve told you many times that you should press harder. You’re always far too gentle.”

“Byleth.”

The tips of his ears burned red as you snickered, your poor husband incapable of escaping your teasing even when you were bedridden. Your eyes remained closed, listening as he quickly screwed the lid back on and clacked the salve back in the medicinal cabinet in the bathroom. 

When he returned, his breathing had steadied, and you assumed he had calmed down some from your prodding. 

“Sorry, Seteth. I shouldn’t tease you when there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“You’re right. You shouldn’t. It is hardly fair.” you could hear the frown on his lips, giving you the slightest twinge of guilt.

You peeked up at him, finding Seteth’s expression far from annoyed. Rather, he looked very focused, as he did when checking on a patient in the medical wing.

For just a moment you were lost in his image; he looked so handsome like this, especially when he was focusing on you. He looked like a statue, sometimes; he was far more perfect than he realized.

His hand touched your forehead again, testing your temperature.

“How is your breathing?” A gentle question pulled you from your reverie.

You nodded, “It’s better. Thank you for tending to me.”

“Of course.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. A smile curved the edges of his lips, “There is nowhere else I would rather be than by your side.”

“Even when I’m like this?”

“Especially when you are ‘like this’. Now, you should rest while you are able to breathe easy. I will prepare something for you to eat once you wake.”

“If you insist. I wouldn’t dare disobey the doctor’s orders…certainly not after he’s been so kind in spite of my bullying.”

Seteth chuckled softly...a dangerous sound that was rare in itself. You looked up at his retreating form.

“It is only because I know I will be able to repay you for your bullying once you’re better. I need only bide my time.”

You weren’t sure if the shiver that ran down your spine was the fever or the heat in your husband’s words.. But your heart skipped a beat nonetheless.

“Of course, if you will allow me, my love.”

You beamed, finding a hopeful glimmer in his eyes when he turned to look at you from the door.

“Of course, Seteth. I look forward to it.”

A delightful pink warmed his face before he shut the doors behind him, off to procure whatever broth you’d have as your next meal.

You settled back into your bed with a giggle. Dreams of Seteth’s sweet touches and ridiculously adorable smiles only made your healing sleep all the better.

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Heey,, been following you for years!!

I re-read all the things you wrote multiple times haha.

It’s been a while since I requested anything, do you have any Libra stories, I only see one right now. Any of your old ones would do. Libra needs more love 🥺

Tragically there aren't any Libra stories in the tank, so please feel free to send as many as you like!!

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I want to say your writing always brightens my day haha. I'm a bit of a lurker but you really capture each character and make me feel the scene

I appreciate that so much...I don't feel like I always do a great job, but I try my best to get their personalities down!! I'm so glad you like reading them!!!!

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Glad you're doing OK!

I love your stuff!

thank you so much!!!!! i love writing stuff for you guys!!!!!!!

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I MISSED YOU SO MUCH I'M SO GLAD YOU'RE BACK AAAA I'M SO HAPPY,,,

I MISSED U TOO AAAAAAAH

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Hey! Kind of a silly question, but I was looking for an old Libra fic of yours(him with a pregnant Robin I believe!) and found it but can’t access it since the old account died. I was curious if maybe it survived in a doc somewhere, if not no biggie ofc! Just wanted to ask. Either way thank you for the prev Libra content anyway! It’s so hard to find content for him, especially nowadays and it’s cool to know some people still/have written for him!

I'm afraid I don't recall ;;; A ;;;

Can you give me any other details? I'm happy to reconstruct a Libra story! He's one of my sleeper faves, but I never ended up writing much for him. I'd love to fix that!

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Can you write something for Byleth and Felix? She’s pregnant and every time he tries to cuddle with her or be romantic or intimate, the baby kicks. Perhaps the baby is jealous like his father?

(Felix's unborn child would be an absolute menace and we all know it)

The springtime in Faerghus was surprisingly mild. It was something you discovered on your first visit to the kingdom on your honeymoon.

It was not long after your return to the monastery that the clerics deduced the Archbishop had a baby on the way.

You and Felix were both over the moon, and had begun meticulous planning for the birth and recovery;  by the time the baby was ready to come, it would be spring once again.

Both of you knew the perfect place to have the child. Not that Felix would have it any other way; he had prepared the Fraldarius estate for the birth of his first child with a feverish attention to detail.

“Byleth!” 

Said lord of the manor was just returning home, the dawn barely having broken over the mountains. 

While he did miss his sparring partner greeting him with blade drawn and ready to trade blows, he did not mind coming back to his bedroom to find his very pregnant wife still fast asleep and nestled in a swathe of blankets.

It was hard not to smile to himself when he made it to the bedroom, though he was quick to wipe it away in case someone other than his wife might see it.

He closed the doors behind him swiftly, removing the sword and scabbard from his waist. Calling for you when he headed towards you from the entrance did not seem to rouse you, but the sound of belts clinking and heavy coats thudding to the floor appeared to do the trick.

You hummed softly, shifting beneath the heavy quilts to address your husband. Stripped down to his much more casual tunic and trousers, he crawled up onto the bed behind you, leaning over your shoulder.

Lazily your hand went up, holding your index finger up. Felix smiled, crossing his pointer against yours. That was the best either of you could get in terms of a duel until the baby was born.

“How was your day?” He asked, kissing along your neck as he settled in behind you. His hand slid down your side, settling on your hip with a happy sigh.

“As well as it could be…” You hummed, tilting your head back, “Annette confined me to bed rest until the end of this trimester. Apparently the baby is insistent on coming early.”

“That’s probably my fault. Impatience runs in the Fraldarius family.” He said apologetically, running his hand over your baby bump.

As if the baby heard him, a tiny foot suddenly tapped against his palm. Felix’s eyebrows rose, shifting his hand away.

“Huh. When did they start doing that?”

“The kicking? I’m not sure…every now and then they’ll kick me, but they’ve been pretty calm the last couple days.”

“That’s amazing.” Felix breathed, and carefully resettled his hand against you. Within seconds, another little pop connected with his hand. Both parents made a surprised noise, this one having been a little bit stronger. 

“That was a significant strike.” Hearing a smile on your lips made him chuckle softly, pulling his hand away once more. “Perhaps they’ll be a fighter like their father.”

“Perhaps. Although it’ll take a lot more than that to scare me off.” Felix replied, challenging. You ran a gentle hand over your stomach, running soothing circles over where the baby had launched its attack. 

To your mild surprise, you did not receive a kick in return.

“Huh…they won’t kick for me.” 

“Really? But just a moment ago…” He trailed off, replacing your hand with his own. And within a single second there was another bump against his palm. “I wonder why they won’t kick for you, now.”

“I wonder if they’re not a fighter at all,” You grinned to yourself, leaning your head back to look up at him, “Maybe they just don’t want to share with you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” His brow furrowed, frowning in confusion. Your smile widened, reaching back to pinch his cheek. 

“I think the baby doesn’t like when you cuddle with me. They want me to all to themselves.” 

“What? That’s ridiculous.” He rolled his eyes, but the evidence was damning. When he barely touched you once more, yet another kick struck.

He glowered when he heard your failed attempt at suppressing your laughter, rising on his arms so that he could tilt his head over your side and address the offending fetus directly.

“Hey, you- what gives? I already have to share her once you’re born. Why are you trying to keep her all to yourself now?”

“I don’t think they can  hear you, my love.”

“If they can kick me, they can hear me.” He grumbled, pressing a soft kiss to your baby bump in spite of his grumpy tone. “Listen up, runt. You’ll have to share your mother with me whether you like it or not. So don’t think you’ll be able to fend me off with a few measly kicks, got it?”

“Mm, very fierce indeed.” You mused, “I’m sure threatening your unborn child is very intimidating to them.”

“Shut up.” He snapped, nipping your ear (gently) before he returned his attention to the child still attacking his hand. “Now you calm down…you’re gonna have to deal with me for a long time, so you might as well get used to sharing your mother.”

You snuggled back into his chest, feeling both his arms snake around your waist and draw you as close as he could. Despite the periodic taps against his fingers, the two of you were utterly delighted that the baby was kicking at all.

“They’re gonna be an awfully strong-willed one, aren’t they?” You asked softly, sinking into his peppering of wistful kisses. “Think we’ll be able to handle it?”

“Please. All they’ll be able to do is cry and squirm around once they’re born. We can handle it. And I’m definitely not gonna lose to someone who’s trying to cause trouble before they’re even born. You hear me, kid??”

“Felix, babies can’t talk.”

“They’ll figure it out real quick if they don’t stop kicking me.”

It wouldn’t be long before your wild child was born, squalling into the world and unhappy as can be. At least until he was held by his mother and father. 

Though within the first 24 hours of having a newborn, the two of you realized that no, you  couldn’t handle it nearly as flawlessly as Felix had stated before.

You may or may not have cast him many “I told you so” looks throughout the first few months of raising the young Fraldarius.