A/N: I am hoping to start a series of Fire Emblem: Awakening omorashi stories, hopefully one for female characters and one for male characters. I will be working on them in-between commissions and updates on my Korrlok fic. I will be starting with my favorite female character, Lissa. Since I have shipping biases, ships might show up here, and in this one, it's with Frederick.
Lissa was a princess and she knew she should act more like one. She knew that, and she tried, she really did, but it was so hard to be so grownup and ladylike when she still enjoyed so many things that others deemed childish. She tried taking lessons from Maribelle, and though they would help for a short time, she always ended up failing in some way, whether it was another well-planned prank on Robin, or a petty squabble with Chrom.
On one particular morning, she went to Maribelle during breakfast for a few extra pointers on how to be a lady. They had talked over tea- Lissa's favorite, as always- and though Lissa had found it incredibly helpful, she knew that she would mess it up in some way before the day was over. Still, as she helped pack up camp, she could only hope that she could overcome her childish nature today.
"Alright, everyone," said Robin, bringing them all together. "We have a really long march ahead of ourselves, and I'd like to cover as much ground as possible before nightfall. I'd like it if we could make as few stops as possible, so I had lunches prepared for you that you could eat while walking."
Lissa giggled to herself; despite the tactician's ability to predict and plan for almost anything, she was still always able to surprise with a good prank. Robin never saw it coming.
She suddenly shook her head, stopping her giggle short. She could not, could not, keep thinking like that! She had to get her silly pranks out of her system, and begin acting like a true princess. It was hard to live up to the example set before her, and the more she put it off, the harder it became. Chrom was always doing something great and heroic that she couldn't dream of living up to.
As everyone set off, she vowed to herself that this would be the day when she began to prove to everyone, herself included, that she could be the proper princess that everyone expected her to be.
~X~
It wasn't long after they started off that Lissa was suddenly reminded of how much tea she had had with Maribelle. She was reminded because she hadn't thought to try and relieve herself before they had started off, and now realized that she needed to. Quite a bit.
But they had only been walking about thirty minutes, and to ask absolutely everyone to stop after such a short time, and for such an embarrassing reason, was too much for Lissa to bear. It was not, she was sure, what a real lady or a princess would do, and if she was going to be adult about this, she knew she would simply have to hold it until someone else needed to stop, or Robin revealed a break for such things had been planned in all along.
She hoped that if she just kept walking, and didn't dwell about it, it wouldn't be so bad and she would be able to push it out of her mind for a while. If she didn't think about it, she wouldn't notice how her bladder was filling more and more by the second, and how walking jostled it rather uncomfortably.
Try as she might, it was impossible to stop thinking about it altogether, and she hoped that someone would soon speak up, saying that they couldn't possibly wait a second longer. Perhaps someone bold, without a touch of shame, like Vaike or Sully. Maybe Maribelle would be suffering a similar problem and confide in Lissa; if they asked together it wouldn't be quite as embarrassing. Maybe even Robin would need to be excused!
But time drug on, and no one showed any sign of the discomfort that Lissa felt. Vaike and Sully were both wrapped up in their own ordeals, flaunting their strength in different ways. Maribelle didn't so much as grimace as she carried on a conversation with Olivia, and Robin cheerfully lead, discussing strategy with Chrom.
Lissa groaned quietly to herself, at a pitch she was sure no one could hear. Of course, she forgot that Frederick was overly attuned to the actions of her and her brother, and he turned to look at her with concern.
"Milady, is everything alright? Is something bothering you?" he asked.
"No!" she said, blushing a bit. "Nothing at all!"
"Are you absolutely sure?" asked the knight, looking entirely unconvinced.
"Yes, of course," she said, tittering nervously. "Nothing wrong over here, I'm perfectly fine!"
"Well, if you're sure," he said, still looking as if he did not believe her. She was surprised that he would let it go just like that, and felt a surge of pride, sure that it was because he was starting to trust her to look after herself.
Her pride, however, was short-lived, as her situation became more and more painful. She wasn't sure how long she would be able to hold it, and she silently plead that someone would ask to stop soon. It was incredibly difficult to manage, because she couldn't stop to cross her legs, or bend over at all, or put a hand between her legs like she would have done as a child. She had to maintain an appearance of a calm and collected, totally ladylike, proper princess, just like she wanted to be.
She bit down on her lip, hoping that the sharp pain would distract her, but she couldn't be so lucky. She knew that if she didn't speak up, she would probably end up wetting herself in front of everybody, and that would be the absolute worst. Still, somehow, she was too ashamed to ask, and she suffered in silence.
Thud.
She was snapped out of her thoughts by the sound of someone heavy hitting the ground. By that, she could determine that, for once, it wasn't Sumia, and she looked up to see who it was. She was surprised to see Frederick, of all people, trying to get up and wincing.
"It seems I missed a rock and tripped over it," he said. Everyone looked at him as if he were crazy; Frederick never missed a thing, and he certainly never fell down. Yet there he was, on the ground and in pain.
"Well...are you alright?" asked Robin.
"No, I think I need to be healed, if I am to continue at a good pace today," he said. He turned to Lissa and continued, "Milady, would you please heal me?"
"U-um, yes," she said, mentally cursing. Sure, they were stopping, but she would be stuck healing Frederick and wouldn't be able to sneak off for a few moments. She carried her stave, looking somewhat worse for wear, over to him.
Suddenly, though, he got on his feet, wincing again, and she thought the look on his face looked a little forced. "We'll go into the trees a bit, and will return when my ankle is fully healed."
With that, he grabbed Lissa's hand and lead her into the forest along the side of the path, ignoring Robin's protest of, "But can't you just do it right here?"
When they were a good distance from everyone, Lissa couldn't take much more. If she didn't get over her shyness right then and there, it would all be over. Luckily, it was just Frederick, and though it was still embarrassing, it was nowhere near as bad as asking in front of everyone.
Before she could say anything, however, Frederick said, "Milady, my injuries are faked. I actually noticed that you seemed like you needed a break, but you weren't asking. I can only assume you didn't want to inconvenience anyone. As your knight, it was my duty to help you find an excuse to break away without you being at fault for that inconvenience."
"I...thank you, Frederick," she said, and quickly took off to try and find somewhere where he wouldn't be able to hear her. But before she could even get out of his line of sight, and she doubled over by such a strong wave of desperation that she knew she was too late.
"Fr-frederick!" She started to called for him to leave, so she could maybe save her clothes, at the very least, but it was too late. Before she could get another word in, she let out a cry as she felt a hot torrent of piss rush out of her, quickly soaking her underthings. "N-no!"
She sobbed weakly, unable to stop the flow at this point. All she could do was holding up her dress so that it wouldn't get wet and face away from the knight as she thoroughly humiliated herself. It ran down her legs, and she shifted position to avoid getting her shoes wet.
She absolutely could not believe that she was wetting herself and in front of her knight, her caretaker that she had been desperate to prove herself to, the man she secretly admired above all else. Tears poured down her face, almost as fast and hot as the piss puddling on the ground so quickly the dirt couldn't absorb it all at once.
At last, she felt it slow and then stop, and she sobbed, not turning around. "What am I going to do now?" she wondered aloud. "How am I ever going to face anyone ever again? All I wanted was to be a proper princess, but instead I just ended up wetting myself like a little kid!"
"Milady..." Frederick said softly, approaching her.
"Just go away, Frederick! Go back and tell everyone that little baby Lissa had an accident, and then you can all have a good laugh over it!" She sniffed loudly at the end of her sentence and began crying ever louder.
"Milady, I would never..." he said softly, awkwardly patting her on the head. "I know that you only waited this long to keep from inconveniencing everyone, and I know what it's like to put others first to the point it causes you great discomfort. I honestly think all the more of you as a princess for it."
"You...you do?" she asked, turning and looking up at him. She wiped her eyes as the tears slowed.
"Yes, of course! Though I wouldn't recommend doing it to this extreme ever again. If you ever find yourself in any uncomfortable position, you need only ask me for assistance. I will do whatever I can to help!"
"Th-thank you, Frederick..." She smiled at him, but then her face fell again. "I still don't know how I'm going to face everyone. It'll be pretty obvious what happened when I return in this state."
"Leave it to me, Milady! I'll return, saying that your stave broke before you could finish healing me, but that you have something in your bag that should finish the job. That way, you'll have the chance to change without anyone noticing," he said, starting off with his fake limp.
"Thank you so much, I really appreciate all of this," she called after him. She knew that everyone would question why he, the supposed injured one, would be the one to go fetch the bag, but she also knew that he was Frederick and he always went to extremes like that, so no one would question it for long.
A/N: Next time, I'm going to write one for Maribelle! I'm going to try to write one for all of my favorites, but if there is a character you would like to see that I don't seem to be planning for, remember that I take commissions (see my profile for this).