theyre cute but not fun


#happy Aaron is happy


I don’t know what they’re so happy about but here’s them accidentally fusing (for the first time)

Kamarx/Corriander Support Conversation Fluff

After the inevitable takeover of the supports between Kamui and Marx/Corrin and Xander, I felt the need to write about the complexities of their relationship because I am in shipping hell. This fluff is based upon the their first, or C, support conversation in Fire Emblem Fates: Revelations. For those of you in the same boat, please enjoy! 

Part One (C Support): You are here

Part Two (B Support)

Part Three (A Support)

Part Four (S Support)

Her bare feet descended the steps of the treehouse with muted thuds, lowering herself gradually to avoid Jakob’s wrath. The Gods knew that if he found her out of bed she would be given a cup of her favorite tea for the hundredth time and tucked forcibly back into bed to rest. And she knew she needed proper rest to remain alert on the battlefield too, but on this night sleep would not come. No number of warm drinks or willing her eyes closed was working, so she decided to train: both to utilize her time wisely in preparation for the next battle and perhaps induce some degree of drowsiness with fatigue. Most of the army had already gone to bed, with the exception of the frequent night owls such as Saizo and Azama, to whom she waved as she passed on the way. Saizo grunted his acknowledgement and Azama simply smiled his cryptic smile and nodded.

Deciding swordplay to be the focal point of tonight’s training session, she made a beeline for the area designated to the veritable art that was its mastery. Memories of watching her big brother swing a wooden blade skillfully, poised and powerful, imbued the sudden curve of her lips with nostalgia. His strength, the imperturbable foundation of their little family, had filled her with a sense of security previously unknown in her first years at the fortress. Perhaps she had been isolated, but something about his inspiring dedication made her feel an unspoken camaraderie as she began to swing the little wand in her room in time with his sword. That maybe by doing so a single ounce of his formidable vigor could become hers, her feeble form one day as capable as his. At the time, she only knew him as the Crown Prince of Nohr who smiled amiably at her once when they were first introduced, as she remained prohibited from interacting with the royal siblings until she earned the privilege. That is, until King Garon was certain her loyalties were firmly tied to Nohr. It had never been news that she was not related to the rest of the family by blood, both due to Garon’s evident ostracization and the differences in her appearance. But like all young children, she yearned for company, no matter how distant their ties.

So one night, as she mimicked Xander’s practiced movements in the moonlight, she felt the fiercest desire to meet him. To learn why he swung his sword until he was ready to collapse in the dark of midnight. Or why his mouth was a thin line, his forehead creased with worry, and his umber eyes a reflection of her own when she looked in the mirror: lonely. Why with each passing year his youth seemed to vanish at an unprecedented rate. Until he was nothing at all like the quiet boy who greeted his guests with polite tranquility and an aura of mild decorum, shy and sweet.

And then she remembered when she was able to play with all of her siblings for the very first time on her tenth birthday. She had been so excited to meet them all, to have their voices and laughter break the gloomy silence. When she asked who would attend and Gunter told her that the Crown Prince would be present, she had danced about the room, startling the poor attendant. She remembered planning to give Xander the tightest hug she could manage, to show him she understood despite her lack of words to verbalize the feeling. She didn’t want him to feel alone anymore, not after so many years of keeping her company. But she was also nervous, worried that he would think her strange for wanting to hug him when he probably didn’t remember her. She had been biting her lip in anticipation at the center of the playroom when little Elise toddled inside with a gap-toothed smile, tackling her immediately as she was led by an indulgent Camilla, who followed suit with a gentle embrace. She grinned and returned their eager hugs, words of affectionate welcome spewing from their lips as she was rendered mute by the disappearance of some of the butterflies in her stomach. She could quickly distinguish between Elise’s reverent adoration as she babbled and reached for attention and Camilla’s doting, stroking her hair as she murmured unconditional words of devotion. Leo had remained stymied in the doorway, young and bashful, staring at the floor and twisting his foot into the carpet with a scowl. Sensing his silent anxiety, Corrin thanked her sisters before disentangling herself and pulling him into a spontaneous hug, telling him how delighted she was to meet her little brother. He had squirmed, muttering something about the absurdity of physical manifestations of sentiment before he returned the gesture with a covert smile. Distracted as she was, she didn’t notice Xander approaching behind him in the hall until she lifted her gaze from Leo’s shoulder to see the tender smile that curved his lips, as if already sensing the cheer that filled the once bland stone walls.

Leo, presumably having had his fill of physical contact for one day, though more likely to have wanted to give his older brother a moment with her as well, let her go and went to join his sisters playing bemusedly with the toys near the far wall as she stared at him in wonder. She hadn’t seen him for about half a year, as he was always on outings and so busy with his princely tasks as heir. He frequently traveled between the castle and the fortress depending on where it was in the nation his presence was required the most. At least, that’s how a surprised Gunter had explained it to her when she asked about his frequent disappearances. In those days his expression was not yet leaden with desolation and reticence; kindness and warmth softened his features near his family. It made him seem much less scary than she thought he would look in the muted glow of the surrounding candlelight. Noticing her hesitation he opened his mouth to speak, perhaps to reassure her, until she suddenly launched herself at him. She threw her arms around his waist, squeezing him as tightly as her little arms could manage. Shock made him stumble for a moment, rocking backwards on his heels before he righted himself. The others looked on curiously as she buried her face in his midsection and his customarily stiff posture eased, touched by the gesture. He crouched down and hugged her back just as tightly, earning a squeak and a tinkling giggle before he relieved the pressure. He assumed she was just seeking a presence to alleviate the sense of isolation, and as the final sibling to enter the room the relief had been most potent in her reaction to his entrance. So he leaned close to whisper in her ear, erasing any doubts about her status.

“Welcome to the family, little princess.”

Then he hoisted her up and onto his shoulders with a grin his siblings hadn’t seen in a decade. Her hands tangled in the unruly, flaxen curls that flowed like spiralling waterfalls behind his crown, the only object able to maintain some level of order on his head.

“We can’t have the birthday princess without her prince.” He said, glancing behind with a wink. His reward was a brilliant, toothy smile as she directed him onwards towards the rest of their siblings with endearing eagerness.

That entire day she refused to let go of his hand. She remembered being fascinated by the roughness of his palms, calloused by years of handling weapons and training without pause. Or how his hand completely enveloped hers, expansive and warm as if he were her very own hearth. Or the way he humored her, visibly delighted and amused by her adamance to keep him involved as she tugged him along. It was among her favorite memories of a time long past, largely because from that day forward, regardless of his considerable shortage of time, he would always come to her room after Gunter had seen to her bedtime to tell her stories until she pretended to fall asleep. Then when he would rise to leave, he would squeeze her hand and make his way to the training grounds. Biding her time to avoid being caught, she would tiptoe out of bed minutes later to press her face against the window and continue her ritual, watching him transform in a matter of minutes from the man he wanted to be to the man he had to be: the protector of his nation. Despite her powerlessness in the decade to come, she promised herself in those moments a single thing: if she ever did win the freedom to do as she pleased, she would do everything in her power to help relieve the burden he was forced to carry.

The sound of wood connecting with clothed sand shook Corrin out of her reminiscing, prompting a raised brow in the direction of the grounds. Who would be training this late at night? She was only present because of her inability to sleep. She paused, listening to the timing, the impact, and the grunts that accompanied each strike before her eyes widened in immediate recognition. Xander?

She crossed the hallway hesitantly before her suspicions were confirmed, a tall figure in his customary armor striking a dummy in the middle of the room. He was so absorbed in his task that she was unwilling to disturb him, and contented herself with watching from afar. It wasn’t long before his powerful swings and rhythmic thuds lulled her to sleep like they did when she was young, a veritable lullaby. Her eyelids drooped as the intoxicating feeling of security infused her limbs for the first time in a solid year since she fled the battlefield shared by Nohr and Hoshido on that fateful day. The day his expression had crumpled at her refusal before it hardened with undelayed acceptance at her treachery, recategorizing her as the enemy as he lanced her with a belligerent glare. Duty superceded all emotion. If he was obligated to strike her down for the good of his nation, he would not hesitate. Even if it felt as though he were tearing his own heart out.

A yawn surfaced and took over before she could stifle it, echoing in the sudden silence and making him freeze. He turned, his features pinched and stoic before they eased into an indulgent smile at the sight of her leaning against the wall, drowsy and rubbing at her eyes absently. Fond memories surfaced at the sight, his voice easing to a low, placid murmur.

“Well good evening to you too, little princess.”

She blinked at the sound of his voice, dropping her hands and staring wide-eyed at his calm countenance. “Good evening. Sorry for interrupting you, I just didn’t think you would be up so late. You should get some rest, it’s been a long day.”

“I appreciate your concern Corrin, but I must continue to improve if I am to protect our nation well. You stated that this invisible enemy is inconceivable in its strength and abilities of manipulation. I must prepare accordingly.” Fierce determination hardened his chestnut eyes, his mouth a stern line as he began to strike the dummy again.

She laughed, struck by the fact that his expression mirrored the one he wore as a young man, the same face that promised to protect them all until his dying breath. “Even after all these years, you’re still the same Xander.” She hummed.

He paused mid-swing, turning around to gaze at her carefully. For once his brows were furrowed with confusion instead of intense focus or worry. “Oh? How so?”

She grinned, retrieving the memories with ease. “Remember when I was little, and I’d get so lonely in the Northern Fortress? You’d always come stay with me until I got sleepy and then go train late into the night.”

His eyes widened as he looked at her in bewilderment. “You knew about that? But how?”

Corrin’s expression turned sheepish, and she rubbed her forearm absently as she explained, “I could see you from my window. After you left, I always watched you train for a bit. It’s a little embarrassing, but I’d even try to imitate how you swung your sword. I thought if I matched your movements, maybe one day I could be as strong as you.”

It was his turn to laugh, a disbelieving chuckle escaping his lips as he imagined her tiny form mimicking his. An unexpected warmth blossomed in his chest at the notion, touched by how easily she placed her faith in him. How, despite his wide array of flaws, she still admired him.

“I had no idea.” He admitted, a smile wider than any that had graced his lips in the time she was gone surfacing.

But as she remembered her time there, melancholy quickly infected her tone, her crimson eyes forlorn as she stared at the ground and bit her lip, “I was always afraid that if I told you about it, you might train elsewhere.” He was about to protest until she shook her head as if to disperse the sudden negative aspect of her memories, settling for hopeful instead. “You know…what with recent events, we haven’t had a chance to train together in a while. Um, if you’re not too busy, maybe we could practice sword swinging like old times…”

“That’s the best idea I’ve heard all day.” He answered fondly, thrilled that she still wanted to learn from him and spend time with him. The way her eyes shone like rubies and her face lit up made him relieved beyond words to have her by his side again, no longer divided as opponents. He doubted he ever felt more welcome in another’s presence.

Yet her earlier expression made him want to make a single thing explicitly clear. He walked over to where she stood and placed a hand under her chin, coaxing it up so that she could see the honesty and seriousness in his gaze. “But it can’t be like old times. This time, you and I shall train side by side. No more lonely Northern Fortress for you.” The words were a promise as he finished by lightly tapping the tip of her nose, and judging by her wonderstruck elation she was fully aware of that fact. If he could have anything in this twisted world of theirs, it would be that she never felt so alone ever again.

“Ha ha, great! I’ll grab my blade!” She said, her pale cheeks dusted by a light flush as she disappeared down the hall.

He shook his head as he watched her dash off before he could get in another word, amazed by her near infinite energy. But then, she was such a social creature it was unsurprising to see her so upbeat and radiant after starting her own army. She had finally been able to grow, make friends, and see the world on her own as she had always longed to. She was no longer the sheltered young woman she was forced to become. Now she stood taller, amiability and confidence radiating from every pore as she chatted with everyone and contributed to every facet of the war effort. Seeing her this way earlier had made the cold, dreadful fingers of fear seize his heart at the thought of her no longer needing or wanting the proximity of her Nohrian siblings, that she would prefer to foster her newly established, voluntary relationships instead. It was a large part of the reason he had gone to the tent to train, trying to clear his tumultuous thoughts regarding all he had seen that afternoon. The way Corrin had pulled Sakura into an eager hug and laughed merrily at her subsequent adorable squeak, her respectful salutes to Saizo and Kaze as they weaved in and out of the fort in obscurity, her careful consideration of Takumi’s feelings and her heartfelt assurances that she would never leave them again, her long and meaningful conversations about how the army should proceed with Scarlet and Ryoma, to her fawning over Subaki and Hana for acting like the endearing old married couple they had always been. She knew them. She loved them. So he had spent the entire night trying to erase the image of a Corrin no longer comfortable to be in his company after all he had done and said, judging by how she had avoided his efforts to speak with her all day. It was clear now that he was foolish to believe so. Her amiability and penchant for humanity knew no bounds, exhibiting endless empathy and unconditional positive regard was in her nature.

When she reemerged, insatiable in her excitement to begin, he could only hope that she would continue to believe in him. Just as he would start believing in her.


Mer!Requests part 1!!! More to come XD

Definitely gonna fix these up after I finish everything~