AN: This is a series of One-Shot's story. It is going to basically be a story about the love lives of the various Tactician's in the fire emblem games. Pairings will most likely be pairings not normally made in fanfiction.

Fire Emblem: Tactical Romance

Chapter 1: The Famed Genius and the Outspoken Cleric

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Having finally reached the land of Lycia, the group that have come to know themselves as Lyndis's Legion have set up camp with their small forces scattered amongst themselves. Lyn and Florina were laying under the shade of the nearby trees, talking quietly about one thing or another. Sain and Dorcas were talking about Dorcas's future daughter's name, with Sain actually giving a few names Dorcas seemed interested in. Erk, Kent, and Wil were off scouting the area. Meanwhile in one tent the tactician tasked with protecting them was going over the data he had on each member of the legion. Though it was becoming harder to do that with her non-stop talking.

"You have not rested a minute since we made camp two hours ago. Honestly I'd have thought you would have been smarted than this!" Serra said in her usual tone.

...Okay maybe she was trying to be helpful but still, he needed more information if he wanted no causalities.

"Are you even listening to me?!" Serra half-shouted at Mark.

"Honestly yes. I do wish I could rest but the forces we may be fighting are much stronger than our current strength. If I do not make multiple plans, I might have my allies blood on my hands." Mark said in his own usual calm tone.

"If your so exhausted that you can't move on the battlefield, then your plans won't mean a thing." She said.

"That won't-" He was interrupted by a soft light coming from behind him that made the small aches in his body disappear.

"Plus you have me, a maiden of great power. With such a powerful healer you have no need to fear of any injuries our companions may acquire." She said. She then forced his books closed and put his notes away. "Now come with me and relax!" She said as she pulled Mark up from the log he made as his chair and forced him outside.

'That line of thinking can get someone killed.' Mark thought. The sight of his companions smiles as well as the smile worn by the pushy maiden pulling him made him agree however that it was indeed time for a break.

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"Damnit!" Mark yelled in frustration at his failure, his first as a tactician. The army he was now a part of, led by Lord Eliwood of Pherae, Lord Hector of Ostia, and Lady Lyndis of Caelin, had tried to rescue Eliwood's father. Just as they had completed this task, he was killed before their eyes, before Mark could even make a single command. Dragon's, the Black Fang, none of it mattered at this moment, at least to Mark. Most had left him alone to let him let out his anger. All except one.

"Throwing a fit won't change this you know." Serra said. She was unusually calm, quietly standing behind Mark.

"Says the girl who throws fits on a daily basis" Mark shouts back at her, though the flinch she gives makes him stop for a moment. "S..Serra, I..I didn't-" He stammered but she interrupted him.

"No it's fine, your right." She said quietly, looking like she might flee and cry if the tears in her eyes meant anything. Instead however she slowly walked up to him and pulled him down with her, the two sitting on Mark's bed. "You can let it out, the pain you are feeling. Losing a comrade is something you never want, even if you must surrender. Unlike Eliwood, who has to bear with losing his father, you as the tactician of the army must bear the brunt of the hate and scorn for not being able to save him." She stated, not to hurt him, but to help him. As Mark slowly cried, leaning on her as she held him, she uttered her words, hoping they might heal his heart. "However it was not your fault. The information was not known to you, Elbert had sacrificed himself so we could live and carry on with the fight. The only way anyone can blame you is if you run away." She said quietly. His cries carried on for awhile but by the end he was calm.

As she stood to leave she heard a quiet "Thank you, Serra" from the tactician. The smile on both of their faces were small but shined with determination. "Not a problem, I told you that this maiden has great power. Even without a staff I can heal you!"

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It was a silent night, the next day would be the beginning of the end of their long fought battle. However the evening was not a peaceful one as Marquess Uther of Ostia had succumbed to illness a few nights before the army had made it to Ostia. The army would prepae tomorrow, the night was a night of peace in honor of Uther.

In one room a young cleric shed tears at the loss of her lord. Lord Uther had saved her from her tormentor's, given her a home, given her friends, given her a life. And now he was gone and she was unable to thank him.

Despite wanting to mourn alone, another had finally found her. As he gently closed the door, he silently moved to a spot next to her. "I can not admit to being able to feel what you are feeling" he started as she silently listened to him, holding in her tears. "While I now know the pain of losing someone close to my companions and losing someone close to me myself, I do not know what it is like to lose someone as close to me as Uther was to you." He said.

"I...I just wish I could thank him" She started, shedding new tears. As he leaned over to hold her, her form collapsed on his and held him tightly as she cried. "I want to thank him for the life he gave me, the ability to call somewhere my home" She cried out.

"But most of all, I believe you want to thank him for giving you something precious. Something you never had and you believe wouldn't have had without his help. Something you lock in your heart." Mark said calmly as he gently rubbed her back and let her cry into his shirt.

She cried. She cried louder than before as she forced her self to admit it. She cried and cried and cried until she was nearly asleep. "Thank you Uther...thank you father..." she let out almost silently as she fell asleep. And as she slept Mark looked out of the window to the night sky.

"I promise you...that none of this army shall perish. We will survive. After all." Mark looked at the sleeping cleric. "We have a powerful maiden on our side. One who will heal any injury we acquire."

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This was it. In that room was the place that would be where their final battle would take place. The others chosen for battle were all preparing in their own ways. Lyndis and Rath were talking quietly about the plains and how they promised to return there. Eliwood and Nils were outside remembering times with Ninian and promising to win. Hector and Florina were discussing Ostia's future. Erk, Canas, and Lucius were discussing magic with Archsage Athos while other couples and groups talked amongst each other. Small conversations about the future they would save.

Mark was in his own conversation with the woman he had admitted to himself that he had fallen in love with. The maiden that gave him strength during every battle, that healed anyone despite whatever injury. She would be by his side during the battle, healing any and all who needed it.

"This is it, huh" She said as the two looked out at the sea.

"Yes, yes it is." He said.

"You know, I wouldn't believe if this were a dream. Me, a lowly orphaned child of Eturia, being a part of such a grand army, fight alongside such a variety of people." Serra said, speaking of the past she had revealed to him the morning after she mourned Uther.

"Neither would I, a man with no memories being the tactician of such an army. I bet I would have laughed at the thought." He said.

Silence surrounded them as they enjoyed their time together.

"Serra"

"Yes, Mark?"

"I wish to go on a journey after this battle. To see all this land has and find my own place in it..." He said as she listened intently. "Will you come with me, so we may be able to help others as we do now?" Mark asked the woman he loved.

"I need no thoughts for that, my answer will always be yes. Whether it is the sands of Nabata, the towns of Lycia, the plains of Sacae, or even the snowy fields of Ilia, I will follow you." She spoke with no hesitation.

"And if I ask for your hand" He asked as he pulled out a ring from his pouch on his belt.

"I'd say yes a thousand times" She said as she gave him her hand. The two then shared a small kiss before returning to the others for their final battle.

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Mark, the Famed Genius, and Serra, the Outspoken Cleric

Though many at first were surprised by the romance between Mark and Serra, they were celebrated by their friends and a small wedding was held in Ostia before the two set off on their journey. They traveled to each land, helping any who needed them and became loved by all who knew them. They eventually settled down in Sacae, making an orphanages and became the loving parents the children needed. They were blessed with a son of their own, Uther, who would one day assist the children of their old friends and comrade's as their tactician.

AN: Now for the reason I started with this pairing. I like to think that with Mark, his closest bonds would be those from the Legion. I have seen romance between Mark x Lyn and Mark x Florina but never a Mark x Serra so I decided to try it out, see if it would be any good. I think I did alright.

Other Tactician's will appear in these stories but I will probably focus on Mark(FE7), Soren(FE9&10), and M!Robin(FE13). You can request other pairings as long as a tactician is a part of the pairing, if you have an idea let me know and if I like it, I'd love to discuss it. Please leave it in review though, it's easier on me that way.

Conversations happen after certain chapters;

C- Occurs after Lyn's Story, Chapter 5 Beyond the Borders

B- Occurs after Eliwood's Story, Chapter 19 Dragon Gate

A- Occurs after Hector's Story, Chapter 31 Sands of Time

S- Occurs before the Final Chapter.

ZtC Out!