A/N- The prompt asked for family fluff based around Gordin and Ryan from FE3. I hope that you enjoy this and please let me know what you think.

"Okay, pull the arrow back a little further," Gordin instructed, frowning slightly as he watched his younger brother struggling with the bow in his hands.

"L-like this," Ryan's voice sounded strained. He yelped as his hand slipped and the arrow released prematurely. Fortunately, it did not have very much power behind it and so it did not go very far.

Besides, it was the possibility for mistakes like this one that had convinced Gordin that they should start off practicing away from other people. He could remember well how difficult a bow could be to master, but a good teacher was supposed to make sure to take such things into consideration or so Mister Jeorge had always told him. So, when his brother had approached him about wanting to learn how to use a bow, he'd put a lot of careful consideration into planning out their training sessions.

Ryan looked distraught as he gazed where the arrow had landed. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Gordin! I didn't mean..."

"It's fine, Ryan," Gordin interrupted quickly, trying to comfort his brother. "This isn't an easy thing to learn. I think that everyone's made that mistake before."

Ryan looked up at him, his eyes wide. "Even... you?"

"When I was learning how to shoot, definitely. You're doing really well, Ryan. Really."

Ryan's face brightened at his brother's praise. "Can we try again then? I want to be able to shoot as well as you do!"

Gordin smiled, amused by his brother's enthusiasm. He wasn't sure where this desire to fire a bow had come from, considering that Ryan had never shown much interest in archery before the war, but he was happy that his brother generally seemed to enjoy their training sessions.

"Can I see that bow first?" Gordin asked, taking the bow from his brother after Ryan nodded. "I'm wondering if this bow is too big for you. It was the smallest that I could find in the armory, but you still seem to be having a lot of trouble with it. I might need to see if I can pull together enough money to get one custom made for you, although I'm kind of concerned that, with the way you're growing, you'd outgrow it before it was even finished."

"I like this bow though. This is the type that I'd have to use when I become an Altean knight like you, right?" Ryan asked.

"Well, I doubt that anyone would mind if you used your own bow," Gordin told him.

"Until it broke and then what would I do? I need to be able to shoot all sorts of bows," Ryan said stubbornly, crossing his arms. "I'll just need to get stronger."

Gordin nodded and smiled at him approvingly, setting a hand on Ryan's shoulder. "You've set a hard task on front of yourself, little brother, but if that's what you want then I'll do everything in your power to help." He handed the bow back to Ryan and pointed at the target in the distance. "Focus on aiming at that target. Don't fire it yet. I want to work on your grip on the bow first and then your stance."

And so the pair worked for the next hour on a little bit of everything. When Gordin was satisfied, they moved into a better range for the target and Gordin instructed Ryan to try hitting it. It took quite a few tries before Ryan really started to get used to the feel of releasing the arrow, but the more arrows that he shot, the more he improved. Finally, much to the brothers' excitement, one of the arrows finally hit the target quite near the center. Not wanting to push their luck, Gordin decided that would be a good note to end their session on that day.

Ryan glowed under his brother's praise, holding the bow close to his chest.

"Not bad. Not bad at all," a familiar voice said from behind the brothers. Gordin and Ryan turned around to see Cain standing behind them. An impatient whinny came from the red knight's warhorse, who was standing next to the knight, causing Cain to stroke the horse's neck, who calmed down quickly at his rider's touch.

Ryan jumped in surprise and tried to put together a respectful salute, but, although his hand did end up on his head, its execution left something to be desired. "Sir Cain, what... what can I do for you, sir?"

Gordin just smiled at the other knight. "Hi, Cain. Back from patrol?"

"Correct," Cain responded to Gordin with a nod and a fond smile. Turning his attention to Ryan, he answered the boy's question next. "I don't need anything. I was just passing by and I happened across you too, so I stopped for a moment to watch. If what I just is any example of your skill, then you're going to be quite the archer."

Ryan held his head up proudly, smiling happily. "Thank you, sir. I'm hoping to be able to join the Altean knights someday. Like my brother."

Cain nodded, his smile widening as his eyes darted between the brothers. "I'm sure that'll happen if you keep up the hard work. I look forward to the day that you come to join us officially." With that he bid them farewell, mounted his horse, and rode off in the direction of the castle.

"Let's head back then," Gordin told his brother. "That is more then enough for one day."

When they reached the castle again, they stumbled across two more familiar faces belonging to Gordin's friends Norne and Draug, who had been standing there talking. The pair glanced at the brothers curiously as they approached.

"What were you two up to?" Draug asked as he turned to face them, although, given the knowing smile on the armor knight's face, Gordin suspected that his old friend had already figured out the answer to that question.

"We were just doing a bit of archery practice," Gordin told them.

"That's real sweet of ya," Norne smiled, putting her hand on his arm. "Maybe the three of us should practice together one day."

Gordin felt his cheeks redden a bit due to his friends' attention. "Um... Yeah. Definitely. I'd really like that," he told her. "I should probably get Ryan home now though. He's been working really hard."

"I'm still..." Ryan started to protest before his brother shot him a look indicating that he shouldn't continue that sentence. "Actually, yeah. I'm really tired."

"Of course. I apologize for keeping you then," Draug told the brothers, smiling kindly at them. "Good bye."

"I'm sorry too. See ya later," Norne added.

With that Gordin and Ryan headed for home, with Gordin wondering in amusement how long it would be before the entire castle knew about their training sessions. Secrets didn't tend to last long within the castle walls.