Hi! It's me again heheheh. Thank you to my two reviewers and any favorites and story alerts I got! I was really happy and surprised.

To my anon reviewer, here's your (questionably fluffy) Stahl x Cherche and baby boy Gerome and Minervykins ;) Coincidentally I married them off in my playthrough as well.

I don't own fire emblem. Weh.

Enjoy!

"-a healer! Where's Lady Lissa?!"

"Hey, what's a little healing magic to a dark mage? Have no fear, Henry is here— the thought of all that blood is exciting—"

Gerome gave an annoyed huff as Minerva licked her raw meat delicately, raising her head to sniff around the tree she was used to sleeping and eating under. She snuck a glance at her owner. It was far too noisy for his taste, she knew.

"No! ...I mean, please, uncle Henry, stay away from uncle Stahl for now. I'm sure I can find Mother or Aunt Lissa soon..."

Gerome felt his hand twitch slightly as he continued to pet Minerva. Had he heard his father's –no, that man, he corrected himself, he had no emotional connections to that man at all—name? Was he injured? Not that he cared, of course.

"Lucina, I can help! Mother's been teaching me some healing-"

"Gods, Morgan, I told you to stay with Nah! Uncle Stahl's wound is pretty deep, so I'm going to go look for an experienced healer-"

The hand on Minerva's flank tensed, fingers unconsciously digging into the wyvern's skin as she hissed in discomfort, startling Gerome out of his eavesdropping. "Oh, Gods, I'm sorry Minervykins." He crooned, patting the place he had gripped as she huffed and gave him her best sardonic stare, as much as a wyvern could look as such. He fiddled with his mask, narrowing his eyes at her as he ran fingers through brown hair.

"I know what you're thinking. No. I do not wish to form any attachments and no, I am not worried." Minerva stared at him. Young master, you are a bad liar.

"I'm really not!" Gerome insisted indignantly, preparing to put on his mask again. Honestly, the mask made it hard for him to see but he'd rather trip over the heavy, hardback books the chief tactician left around camp a thousand times than allow people to see how vulnerable his emotions made him. Minerva exhaled, the sound suspiciously mimicking that of a sigh before she nudged her young master's hands— hard. He dropped his mask in surprise, but before he could protest, the wyvern was already shepherding him from behind the tree and towards Stahl's tent.

"Minervykin- Minerva! Stop that!" He hissed, feeling his palms turning sweaty from the curious gazes they were receiving. "I said stop it this instant!" Minerva snorted in mocking agreement, pausing in her nudging before hefting her head underneath Gerome and flipping upwards so her rider found himself on her back, all the air knocked out of him. "Honestly, this is ridiculous behaviour Minervy…a—" The wyvern made haste to her third favourite human, right after her young master's mother and young master himself. She could smell the scent of blood from his tent and they had come close enough to hear yelps of pain coming from the entrance.

As soon as they reached, Minerva jerked forwards so Gerome was thrown forward, landing inside the tent, his yelp of pain coinciding with his father's as Stahl, Cherche, Lissa, Chrom and Robin looked up. Gerome hastily got on his feet, feeling his face turn red again and cursing the fact that he hadn't brought his mask. Damn it, Minervykins.

"I was just… passing by." He muttered, his eyes unable to help themselves from glancing over at Stahl and noticing the stained bandages around his torso and the pained expression on Stahl's face, worry clouding Cherche's expression as she stood over her husband, an arm around his shoulder and a hand clutching his.

Rage.

Gerome blinked, surprised when he realised he was feeling extremely angry. Angry towards the person who had made that man suffer such a painful wound. He wanted to see Minerva tear open the bastard, or better yet, stab the culprit himself and watch the light leave their eyes. "We should leave," he heard Robin say softly, ushering her husband and sister-in-law out of the tent. "I'm sure Stahl will feel better soon."

Silence descended as the trio left the room, Gerome continuing to stare intently at the floor as his parents exchanged looks, Cherche biting back a mischievous giggle at how dishonest their son was with his feelings. Both of them found it adorable.

"…Gerome?" Stahl's cheerful voice broke the silence, the young wyvern rider reluctantly looking up to meet his father's gaze. He hated how the rage he felt immediately dissipated as his father smiled at him gently, stretching out a hand to his son. "I'm alright, if that's what you wanted to ask." Gerome choked, stuttering slightly as he frowned at the floor. "I wasn't going to." But he took two steps closer to his father, within arm's reach.

He felt a firm hand grasp his wrist as Stahl turned him to face his parents, letting go of Cherche's hand to reach up and grip his son's chin, peering at his face intently. "Wh-what?!" Gerome muttered, attempting to break out of his father's grasp. "He has your eyes," Stahl commented happily, turning to grin at Cherche as she smiled, nodding and feeling pride well up in her chest.

"He does. And your smile." Both father and son turned to her, Gerome momentarily forgetting his discomfort.

"You've never seen his smile."

"You've never seen me smile."

Cherche giggled as the two men she loved most in her life exchanged glances before her stoic son looked away again, the redness creeping up his neck betraying his unfeeling expression. "You do. Trust me, it's a mother's instinct."

There was a pause before Gerome spoke.

"…Father."

Stahl's eyebrows shot up, his shock mirrored in Cherche's expression.

"I hope you feel better. I'll see you later."

Gerome turned to leave, a hand coming up to cover the embarrassment he felt, and a warm happiness in his chest as he led Minerva away. "Come, Minervykins. And don't pull that stunt again or you'll be hunting for your own dinner."

"…He called me father." Stahl repeated for the fourth time, his mouth still hanging open. Cherche smiled and shut her husband's jaw for him, pressing her lips to his before taking a hand and tugging him towards their bed.

"There'll be many more occasions for him to do so. Now it's rest for you, miste— Stahl!" She gasped as her husband crushed her to him, careful to avoid his wound as he pressed a kiss to her nose, laughing happily.

"He called me father! That's even better than an extra helping of breakfast, Gods—"

Cherche narrowed her eyes playfully. "Even better than the perfume I use?"

"Well…"

Cherche's question about the perfume was actually from their A or B support conversation. Or C. (in which Stahl sniffs Cherche's cloak like a fricking perVERT) I also like the idea of all the kids calling everyone aunt and uncle.

Hope you guys liked it. Reviews would make me very happy, hinthint. Next up will be a requested Robin x our sexy myrmidon champion and does anyone know how to pronounce his name? I pronounce it lawn-chew but apparently it's officially pronounce lawn-koo and that's just hella weird man.

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