Title: Just Call My Name (I Wanna Be There With You)

Pairings: Lissa/Stahl

Rating: Teen

Summary: Sometimes, love can be the best healer

Timeline: Er…Awakening, No particular spoilers

Kink Prompt: Lissa/Stahl - Healing Love, Stahl is hurt and Lissa spots it. She uses heal which ends up leading to more.

Warnings: AU regarding Healing, some angst

Author's Notes: Prompt from the FE Kink Meme (Tumblr) + Betaed only by me (the best I could).

I tried – I wrote a majority of this but couldn't make the smut work (Sorry)

'In Those Arms of Yours'

"Stahl, would you please sit down!" Lissa tugged on his arm, pulling him onto the bed with a heavy thud.

Bewildered by the strength of the healer, Stahl had no choice but to comply, only continued to look at her with wide brown eyes.

With a huff, puffing out her cheeks momentarily, she leaned forward and started tugging up his cotton shirt, breaking the man out of his stupor and getting a protest.

"Stahl!" she glared at him and he gulped, his hands dropping from where they covered hers. "You were hurt in that last battle," His eyes widened, again, in surprised causing Lissa to roll hers, "Like I could miss that. You jumped in the way and took the blow, brushing it off like you never got hurt."

Her eyes dropped back down and she started tugging at his shirt again.

"How…how did you know?" he asked, breaking the silence between them as she finally peeled the cotton away to reveal a long red slash and shook her head.

"You were not as discreet as you thought you were. Even Chrom noticed." She lifted one hand to his shoulder and gently pushed him back so she had a clearer access to the wound. "You should have not let this fester."

"It was fine," he protested, and it sounded weak to her ears. She had no doubt that it sounded the same to him as he floundered, his hands waving in the air.

"You should take better care of yourself," she murmured, lifting a hand and gently placing it over his wound.

"Lissa…" a green glow started up around her hand and she gasped, pain surging in her own stomach.

Her fear when she saw Stahl being hurt in the battle rose up, then the anger when he tried to brush it off; leaving it to linger and fester helped her to ignore the pain, pushing it to the back of her mind as she increased the power.

Vaguely, she realised she was gasping with pain, shivering and gritting her teeth as the pain intensified but she forced herself onward. She was nearly there; she has nearly gotten the wound healed…

"Stop it!" he grabbed her wrist and pulled it away from his wound. Startled and angry, she lifted her head up to meet his furious brown gaze.

"I wasn't finished," she snapped.

"You were hurting yourself trying to heal it," he countered, his gaze narrowing, "Where is your staff?"

She looked away; firmly refusing to answer him but the sharp intake told her that he knew the answer.

"It broke."

"Too many people needed healing," she whispered, swallowing back the fear that built up inside of her each time she saw someone she cared about get hurt in a war that should never exist.

The thought of losing those she cared about made her strive to get better at healing, to push harder. If she had to take on the healing with her own hands, then so be it. She refused to let someone suffer.

"Lissa, you cannot continue doing this," Stahl told her, gently shaking her arm to bring her out of her thoughts. "You are important to m-us."

"It is my job as a healer to heal those who need is," she looked up at him with determination. "If I have to take on the pain to ease the suffering then it is a price I am willing to pay."

"And it's a price I am not willing to sell," he informed her sharply. She puffed out her cheeks again, infuriated. "Chrom would be devastated if he were to lose you, do not let us fail him."

"And what of me if I were to lose you?!" she demanded, pushing Stahl, making him slump against the headboard, as her anger- her fear - came bubbling to the surface.

The shocked look on Stahl's face did not suit him, the wide eyes and slack jaw. He was usually smarter than this.

Tears burned in her eyes as she shook her head, her blonde hair brushing against her cheeks.

"You are all so concerned about how Chrom would feel if he were to lose me, how do you think I would feel if I were to lose everyone? It would kill me to lose Chrom, Robin, Sumia, Frederick-"

Her breath hitched as she thought about her big brother, her stubborn, dumb, yet so loyal big brother who had been there for her the moment she had been born.

The man who held her hands when she started to walk, the smiles of encouragements. The one who had handed her the first staff she wielded in battle, knowing that she would prefer to heal those wounded.

His smile that always made her feel like everything was going to be all right, no matter what.

Thinking of Robin, someone who had become a dear friend to her in the short time they had gotten to know each other. The one who was constantly at her side, helping each other get their comrades through the battle, alive.

The one whose eyes shine with encouragement, making her feel like she could do what it take to protect those she loved.

Sumia, the clumsy flier who Lissa had known of yet had not known until Robin had brought the other woman into the fold, allowing Lissa to find another friend.

Her belief that they would survive the battles was a soothing balm on Lissa's stressed soul as she fretted over their lives.

She thought of Frederick, their loyal bodyguard, who had looked after them at the expense of his own health. Frederick was their rock, the one who helped to encourage them in his own way, supportive as ever as he was wary.

And Stahl…

Her heart clenched at the thought of losing him, her hands tightening to the point her nails – cracked and broken from battles and clutching her staff so tight – digging into the skin of her palms.

He had become such a fixture in her life that she was finding it difficult to imagine it without him by her side.

They had known of each other, never had the chance to know each other. But Robin had changed everything, she opened the pathway for everyone to get to know each other and she had found Stahl.

His warm smile, his comforting presences, his soft words of encouragement…

"How do you think I would feel if I were to lose you?" A gasp escaped her when she realised what she had said, her eyes snapping up to meet Stahl's wide brown ones before they softened.

Her tears ran free, her fears breaking through the barriers she had carefully built up, shielding her true feelings from her friends, her brother – and she wonders how carefully she has shielded them as she remembered Chrom's worried glance when he thought she was not looking at him.

Stahl's hands grasped her upper arms and she looked up at him, his image blurred by her tears as she tried vainly to stop them but her fear was too great, and right now, she needed to know it was alright to be human, to cry.

"Lissa, you will not lose me-" She shook her head, he couldn't promise that, no-one could and it scared her – "I swear, I will be at your side for as long as I can. All we can do is trust that we will make it."

"Stahl," she turned her head away, closing her eyes.

The visions of their family bleeding; exhausted and leaning against each other after battle haunted her.

He grasped her chin, turning her face toward his and she opened her eyes to meet his brown ones.

"Trust me," he whispered his eyes sincere and bright, "If you have trouble trusting yourself, then trust me."

"I do trust you," she whispered, her heart pounding as she confessed. She did trust him; she just didn't trust herself to keep everyone alive and healthy.

"Then believe me when I say we are all fighting, we are working together to stop this war and we are working with you to prevent our injuries."

It was hard to look away from his eyes, to see that look shining brightly. The belief in his words, the belief in what he was doing and the way he was trying to assure her.

It made her want to believe in him, to trust him.

Stahl shook his head softly before he leaned in and softly kissed her, making her eyes close at the touch of his lips against hers.

"Stubborn," he whispered against her lips, "You stubborn, stubborn woman, who drives me crazy."

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down so their bodies were flushed against each other.

It was crazy how much he set her aflame, how a simple brush of his hand against hers made her ache for him.

They had taken pains to keep their relationship quiet, only Chrom – and by extension, Robin, Sumia and Frederick – knew.

Their relationship was new, so new, and so thrilling that Lissa wanted to take the time to enjoy it, to explore it without the added pressure of being a princess.

She and Chrom had to be careful in the eyes of the public, to do nothing that would tarnish the Exalts', or the family's, image.

Even though she was only a princess and not in line to be the next exalt should anything happen to her dear sister like Chrom was; she had refused to do anything that would make her siblings' lives more difficult.

Stahl's hands sliding around her waist and up her back made her moan and he shifted so her back was now on the bed and he hovered above her.

She looked up at him, and wondered once more how lucky she had been to find a man like Stahl, someone who was thoughtful; who cared for family and who always went out of his way to do a good deed.

She stroked his cheek and he smiled down at her, tenderness curving his lips.

"I love you," Stahl whispered and she bit her bottom lip, fear, and happiness dwelling, fighting.

"I love you too," she whispered back, her tone turning scolding, "So stop hiding your injuries."

He laughed gently before he kissed her again and she knew, he held her heart in his hands and she only hoped neither of their hearts shattered.

The End

(Ps – does anyone know what's Lissa/Stahl's shipping name is? Forever grateful if someone can tell me!)