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Frederick x Emmeryn S Support

This is my attempt at tackling the Frederick x Emmeryn S rank. Based off of an already wonderful C-A, I’m really hoping that this one lands well!

S Rank:

Emmeryn: … …

Frederick: Lady Emmeryn? Is everything well?

Emmeryn: Frederick…

Frederick: Yes, milady. It’s me. Apologies for the intrusion, I thought I heard crying, and…

Emmeryn: …

Frederick: I beg your forgiveness, Lady Emmeryn. It was rude of me to barge into your personal matters. I just wanted to make sure you were well.

Emmeryn: Ha… haha… Frederick the Wary…

Frederick: Er, yes?

Emmeryn: Thank you…

Frederick: It is nothing, Emm-er Lady Emmeryn.

Emmeryn: You have been… so kind.

Frederick: I am only too happy to assist you.

Emmeryn: Not… not just now…

Frederick: Pardon?

Emmeryn: I remember… I… I remember…

Frederick: You… you do? What do you recall?

Emmeryn: I was… afraid… I was afraid. Chrom… Lissa… and you.

Frederick: Are… you referring to our days as Shepherds?

Emmeryn: Mm. You would leave… And I would… be sad.

Frederick: Please, don’t let those thoughts worry you any longer. I have and continue to serve and protect Chrom and Lissa. I assure you that they are safe.

Emmeryn: Not just… not… just them. You.

Frederick: Milady?

Emmeryn: I… I…

Frederick: Emmeryn? Please, try to hold on. I should get help.

Emmeryn: Frederick.

Frederick: Yes?

Emmeryn: I remember. I… remember missing you.

Frederick: Me?

Emmeryn: I don’t want to lose you.

Frederick: Emmeryn…

Emmeryn: Please… I can’t… lose you again.

Frederick: I… I-I won’t leave you. I’m so sorry… I shouldn’t… this is unprofessional at the very least but… I love you, milady. I’ve tried to stay strong for Chrom and Lissa… I… after what I saw… I never want to see that again.

Emmeryn: You… love me.

Frederick: I won’t let it affect my duties, milady. I swear to protect you and Chrom and-

Emmeryn: I’m glad.

Frederick: …

Emmeryn: I… I’m not healed… yet. I’m not… ready but… I… I love you. I remember… I love you.

Frederick: Emmeryn…

Emmeryn: Can you… promise me… Can you… be here… for me?

Frederick: Always. Always and forever Emmeryn. I swear to you.

Emmeryn: Thank you… ah… th-thank you.

Take On Me

For @elevenknope ❤️


Max leaned against the Wheeler place, one foot pressed against the wall, one arm tucked under the other — which held a smoking cigarette.

“Those things’ll kill you, you know,” said an obviously amused voice.

Max whirled, hastily dropping the cigarette (Karen would kill her if she found out), only to roll her eyes in total relief; it was only Steve.

The older boy approached, and Max felt her face flush against her will. She hated that she liked him. Hated that he made her feel all… girly and gross… But most of all she hated that he was one of Nancy’s boyfriends, whom Nancy loved very much. And Nance could kick ass.

“I was cold,” Max said shortly, scuffing the bud under her sneaker and staring out at the horizon. The sky was painted purple, pink, and orange, with little bits of blue streaked across. The stars were just visible.

“Max,” Steve leaned next to her, fingering a pack of Morley’s, himself, but didn’t light up. “I… I need to ask you a question.”

Max’s eyes widened. Fortunately, he wasn’t looking at her, or he would have seen the totally embarrassing shade of red her face went. When she had settled her breathing, she turned to him. “Okay. Shoot.”

Steve placed the end of his smoke in his mouth but still didn’t light it. His gaze grew distant, and his voice was cold as he asked, “Does he hit you?”

Her blood ran cold. For just a moment, she stood utterly paralysed in fear. In that moment, a thousand things rushed through her mind, but the one thought that stood out was the realisation that he was actually asking the question — he, Steve Harrington, not some creased-shirt police officer with a penchant for gambling. He cared. He cared. Another human being actually gave a shit about her (sure, so did the boys, but they didn’t fully understand it and never really asked about her scars and wounds — probably because they assumed she got them from roughhousing and kicking the crap out of bullies).

And so, she took a deep breath. “No.”

His eyes flickered to her own, appearing genuinely surprised. “No? Max.”

She shifted her footing, looking down at the remains of her cigarette.

Without warning or hesitation, Steve reached out and took her arm. She tried to yank it away, but he was already rolling up the sleeve. She felt her face heat up with embarrassment, and finally drew away.

“You had no right to do that.”

“Those bruises are new,” Steve said sharply, though his voice was shaking and his eyes were harder than she had ever seen them. She hadn’t really known that Steve could get angry.

She found herself thinking of an explanation, like she always did when asked. “Billy just…” but the words died on her lips. Her mind was utterly blank.

“‘Billy just’ what?!” Steve spread his arms. “Billy just kicks your ass, and you take it, huh? Just stand there and let him hurt you?”

No! I fight back when he hits me!”

All at once, she realised what she had said. Her heart sank, and a cloud of angry dread churned in her stomach. Steve’s shoulders sank, eyes glistening.

“Max,” he whispered.

“Bastard!” Max shook her head, attempting to run, but he had already gathered her in his arms. She whacked his chest (which was like a fucking rock), wiggled, and then gave up all at once. She sagged against him, sobbing weakly.

“I’m so sorry, kid,” Steve whispered. “Really. Jesus, I’m so, so sorry.”

Max was crying too much to say anything. Years of torment and build up anger and sadness and self-hatred was rushing out of her like a broken dam. She grasped his striped shirt tightly in her freckled fists, never wanting to let go, because this was the closest had really gotten to another human being in three years.

“I’ll help you,” Steve said, once she had calmed down enough to pull away. “I will, okay? I’m not gonna let you go back there—”

“Steve,” Max wiped her eyes, frustrated. “My mom…”

“We’ll get her out, too.” Steve nodded to himself with such conviction that she felt any doubt on the matter seep away into nothing. “I’m gonna help you.”

He would help her. Someone. For the first time ever.

Max felt herself relax. Steve led her inside, holding her hand and squeezing it in a reassuring way.

In that moment, Max thought that maybe she didn’t need Billy to be her brother at all. Maybe she had a good one right here.

Two cigarettes lay forgotten on the driveway, only to be washed away by the rain later that evening.

Oh my Goodness!!! My heart can’t take this!! This photo is beyond precious! I have been having such a rough week and I seen this and fall in love with it.

Honestly how precious is the little girl! I can’t she so cute!

Then we have val and Sharna looking absolutely handsome and beautiful in background! Sharna’s expression is just to cute for words. And Val is just as so adorable with his smile!

My heart is just so happy!❤

Someone give them kids please… pretty please.
I mean I think they would make they best parents!

[I have no clue who owns this photo but you can have all the credit because I didn’t take nor do I own it.]