A/N: tumblr was being super angsty today..It was inspiring. Have some short fluff/angst. :) (since it's short I think I'll post something else later today. I got a snow day!)

Vykktor, I can write something for Tharja if you would like~she seems to be pretty popular. And I see what you mean about Phila. She had a lot of potential and then..she just kinda showed up to say she failed and then died? It's sad. I can tell she loved Emmeryn though.

NotSoGreatGamerGirl, I've never actually married Emmeryn or got the supports lol so this is based on..my imagination I guess? Thanks though! Her prologue was hard and I've never even gotten to it on any of my male files..meh. But I just love her as a character. :)

I'm with you, always

OwainxCynthia, Lon'quxLissa

The future children find it hard to cope with their teenage parents.

"Mother!"

Lissa turned her attention toward her son, and bent down to his level as he approached. "What's the matter, Owain?"

Owain stabbed the stick he had found in the woods into the ground and crossed his arms, scowling, and getting more annoyed when she laughed.

"Sorry, sweetie," she apologized. "Your little cheeks get so puffy when you make that face. I can't help it." Her high, tinkling laugh echoed around them.

"It isn't funny! Father won't let me wield the legendary blade I am destined for!"

"Hm? He won't?" She made a pouty face, puffing up her own cheeks in a mock expression of his that he didn't quite catch. "Let's just go remedy that, shall we?"

The rambunctious pair set off for the back door, which would lead them to the garden that Lon'qu frequently practiced in. It was a warm day for Ferox, one that would still be considered cold by Ylisse's standards, but Lissa had learned to deal with it. She had learned to deal with a lot of things since meeting Lon'qu, but if she'd given up then, she wouldn't be holding the hand of her lovely son.

Speaking of, Owain rushed forward to tackle his Father's leg. Lon'qu had been focused on his stance, and his son's attack threw him off balance and sent them both toppling to the ground.

"Father! Yield to me!" Owain cried, flopping down on Lon'qu's chest and beating him with tiny fists.

"Ah, I yield," Lon'qu chuckled. He lay back in defeat and flicked his eyes to Lissa, who giggled from the background.

"Owain says you won't let him use that sword," she explained, her eyes smiling at her picturesque family.

"I did say that."

Lon'qu stood, settling the boy back on his own feet, and retrieving the sword from where it had fallen. Owain eyed it like most kids would look at candy.

"But if he uses my sword, then he can't use his."

"What are you-" Owain let out a squeak when Lon'qu pulled a wooden practice sword from the bushes.

"Your very own," he said, kneeling down to offer the boy his sword as a knight would.

"Thank you, father!" He immediately ran at the training dummy with it, taking care to use the forms Lon'qu had taught him.

Lon'qu snaked an arm around Lissa's waist, and allowed her to lean into him. "Perhaps soon he can upgrade to a real one?"

She shook her head. "Not too fast. The thought of him with something sharp is...frightening."

The two of them laughed, and shared a kiss as the sun set on the horizon.

Owain looked up from polishing his sword as the light hit his face. Cynthia stood in the doorway, concern written all over her features.

"Owain, I know things are hard, but you can't just sit in the dark all the time..."

He laughed bitterly. "I am Owain Dark. It's in the name."

She shook her head, causing her brown pigtails to bounce around her face. "All of us kids are worried about you."

"Why did you come?"

All his resentment came out in his voice, and she flinched. "Your parents are fighting again."

He put the sword down and followed her outside. Cynthia led him around the tents, and they sat in the grass behind one in particular, where only the occasional patrol would spot them and think nothing of it.

"I said keep your distance, woman," a man's voice came from the tent.

"I think I will! You're a selfish, narcissistic...meanie."

Lon'qu kept his mouth shut, probably to avoid calling his commander's sister unrepeatable things. The kids outside heard a slap that echoed in their ears long after it happened.

"Stop shoving me away!" Lissa cried, her voice full of pain.

"I won't, princess. I will ask that you kindly leave me alone. I never asked for your help."

Owain put his face in his hands. His memories of his parents were always so kind and warm, they never fought, at least, not in front of him.

"Owain."

He looked up, and saw Cynthia's smiling face. She put her hand on his knee and met his eyes.

"They won't be like this forever. They have to get married and have you, right? After all, they're only just getting to know each other."

"I suppose..."

"Hey, this isn't like you! We're the justice cabal! Optimistic bringers of hope! Things will get better, Owain, and until they do, all of us will be right here will you!"

She was right, he knew. It wasn't like him. His mother had always been bright and cheerful, and he should be honoring her legacy.

A smile lit up his face again. "You're right, Cynthia."

Cynthia squealed, and embraced him tightly. When they pulled apart, both of them were blushing furiously and trying to hide it.

"U-um, let's go get Morgan and practice!" he suggested, jumping to his feet.

The two of them raced back to camp and tackled Morgan, laughing all the way. The rest of the day was spent training. Others heard their war cries and smiled, because happy children made for a happy camp.