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coralinnii · 7 months

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❋ If you are a villain, then let me be your accomplice ❋

feat: Floyd

genre: slow burn romance

note: sequel to reincarnated into a new world as the bad guy AU Floyd ver, no pronouns used for reader, 2k word count

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A new normal has unfortunately assimilated into your life since your incident during that fateful ball. You felt your entire being sink into the pit of your stomach as your brother came running to you when he returned from the party, frantically asking why one of the Leech family sons was asking about you.

“You fell on top of him? And then just ran away?!” You were close to strangling your younger brother for his big mouth, especially when your outraged mother just happened to walk in right at the moment, though you were sure the birds resting in your gardens would have heard your brother’s obnoxious exclamations.

��I can’t believe you didn’t even say sorry, just running away and leaving the poor boy” After scolding your ear off, your mother wrote a letter of apology to the Leech household and to your dismay, invited Floyd to your home so you could personally apologize for your rude behavior. “It’s the least we could do,” your mother said.

Soon, an apology dinner led to a quick tour around your father’s training ground, then eventually there wasn’t a day where you didn’t worry that you’ll see a head of ocean teal hair bursting through your doors, naturally making his way into the guest room like it was made for him, though your mother probably did request the servants to keep that room clean everyday for his arrival anyway.

“Fishie, I’m bored~” You were convinced that Floyd was aware of your wariness of him which was why he intentionally spends his time constantly by your side, poking you and demanding you to entertain him anytime he was bored, which was all the time. He complains when you wouldn’t pay attention to him (eventhough he barged into your classes), drags you to spar with him during your father’s knight training sessions (eventhough you weren’t part of your father’s knight squad), and even naps in your bedroom while waiting for you (eventhough there’s a guest room literally just for him!).

Your wariness soon became frustration as you swore that Floyd was doing this just to get a rise out of you, for you to finally snap and give him a reason to squeeze you. You couldn’t figure it out but you’re starting to realize that the tall intruder only seems happy when you’re mentally suffering from his antics.

What’s worse was that your family doesn’t seem to see this as a concern. Your father was pleased to see potential in Floyd as a fighter and your brother became fascinated with the stories of merfolk and trinkets Floyd brings anytime he visits. The worst was your mother who was happy to have the sharp-toothed man visit them so often, calling him a sweet delight in the home.

“Crazy. They’re all crazy!” Your sanity as thin as silk thread and about as high-strung was tested everyday and it was at its breaking point one day when you had to join him for a night in the town, where a small festival was being held.

“Your dear friend was kind enough to invite you… you should go out more…Don’t be such a slugabed…Why can’t I be a slugabed, mom? Nothing wrong with that” lost in your grumbles, Floyd pulled you around the bustling crowds of the market to various food stalls when he felt an inkling of hunger. You supposed you were glad he was in a good mood for now, beats the alternative.

“Hey Fishie, Check this out!” You looked to see your companion with a satisfied grin on his face. “Look at what I got from the kebab stall!”

A satisfied grin plastered on his face, Floyd held out what you assumed was a meat kebab but the sheer length of it caught you off guard. The impulsive eel persuaded the stall owner to combine the sticks together to create a kebab much longer than intended (or recommended). Adorned with alternating grilled meat and vegetables, Floyd’s kebab stick was more of a kebab sword.

“Oh my goodness” you let out a gasp, wide-eyed at oddity before you. “Is that possible…or safe?” Clearly it was possible with the monstrosity clearly in his hands but your concern was more towards if such a food-covered stick was safe to wave around in a crowded area like this, where someone could accidentally get hit by that thing-

Whack “Hey, what’s the big idea?!”

Why couldn’t you be wrong?

As you feared, Floyd's creative street food managed to swing around and smacked an unsuspecting man in the back of his head. He turned, and your instincts immediately warned you that this man was not the forgiving type of fellow. His scowl seemed to target you, possibly because you seemed to be an easier victim to blame.

“What’s the big idea? A couple of prissy nobles walkin’ around thinkin’ they can do whatever they want?” The ruffled man snarled out in a gruff tone, his friends behind him copying his scowls with furrowed eyebrows and visibly clenched fists. “You better walk away if ya know what’s good for yer.”

But Floyd was not the least bit intimidated by the hostile group and started to scowl back, a dangerous look glazing over his mix-matched eyes. Before you could apologize, the tall merman stepped in front of you, towering over the stranger and blocking your figure from sight. Bystanders whispered and gasped as many started to back away from what looked to be an impending fight.

“Haaa? You minnows tryin’ to pick a fight?” Floyd tilted his head to the side glaring down at the other man, a hand squeezing his shoulder as though to limber up his arm. To you, he seemed like the meaner bully than anyone. “Sure, let’s have some fun then.”

“What’s going on over there?!” You heard another voice bellowing from afar and your worries suddenly shot up. Amongst the crowd, you could see a pair of men in armour making their way towards your direction where the commotion was.

“No. No. No. I don’t want to spend my night getting arrested!” Looking back to Floyd, you saw the wildness in his eyes barely being held back, dead set on starting a fight. You knew there wasn’t a chance to talk Floyd down when he gets this riled up so in a panic, you made a risky move.

Quietly crouching down, you scooped a handful of sand and gravel. With all your mustered courage, you side-stepped from behind your tall friend and threw the debris straight into the ruffian’s eyes, momentarily blinding him. The stranger bellowed with pain as he quickly back again in response.

“AARRGGHH, YOU CRAZY B-“ the blinded man couldn’t finish his sentence as you made the final blow by kicking him further backwards, his friends scrambling to catch him as he groaned in his suffering.

Taking the chance, you quickly grabbed Floyd and rushed away from the scene. Your mind ignored voices cursing you as you recklessly weaved through the crowd away from the knights and the ruffians and towards anywhere that had less of a crowd, your hand tightly holding on to the merman who was strangely quiet, stunned by your impulsive actions. But the ruffians were quick to recover as they started catch their bearings and chase after the two of you, rage fuelled in their motivations.

The chase brought you to a pier by the ocean that was as ink black as the night sky. You could still hear their voices coming closer and soon regret and fear flooded your senses.

“What do I do…what do I do?” You mumbled in panic, with tears lining your eyes. You have completely forgotten that Floyd could feel you shake through your hand still interlocked with his.

Your companion watched you quivering like a scared little seal and hearing angry footsteps approaching, when a fun idea crossed his mind.

“Hey Fishie,” his casual voice finally made you remembered his presence. “We gotta hide, right? I know a place~”

“Wha-“ Without a second to let you ask more, Floyd swiftly picked you up from your shoulders to fling you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and in one fluid motion, he threw you right into the waters without remorse.

Splash

In your flabbergasted state from the audacity and the sheer ice cold feeling of the water, your frazzled mind didn’t even register Floyd jumping in soon after you until he wrapped his arms around you, clasping your hand over your mouth to stop you from screaming. Floyd was surprisingly comforting with his hold on you as his long arms kept you afloat above the cold waters as he expertly led your body further from the pier where you could faintly hear shouting from afar.

Eventually, the noises quiet down and all there’s left were the waves of the water splashing against your skin. Unfortunately, the darkened sky allowed no light for your eyes to scan your surroundings. You could barely see Floyd very well despite feeling his body close to yours. “Floyd, can you see the pier?”

“Yea, can’t you?” Floyd asked but you shook your head, your eyes couldn’t adjust to your surroundings with almost no light in sight. “Too dark, huh? Hmmm, close your eyes for a second, will ya? I’m gonna do somethin’”

Though skeptical, you did as he asked. Minutes went by and before the fear that the ocean-haired man might had left you, a luminous glow nearly permeated through your eyelids. You could tell there was bright beacon of light close to you but there strangely wasn’t a sense of heat from the source.

“…Alright, open ‘em”

Floyd watched intently as you opened your eyes and saw something purely inhuman. The once tall man was no longer in his human form but instead his long eel-like body was wrapped around you which glowed a shimmering blue light from his bioluminescence. This was the first time you’ve him in his most natural form.

Floyd waited silently for a reaction from you, an unreadable look in his gold and brown eyes. With his natural glow, nothing was hidden from you. You could see his sharp claws protruding from his large webbed hands, his dotted blue skin coated with slime, and his large monstrous tail in lieu of those human legs he acquired. All land-dwellers do is gawk and shriek at whatever is unnatural to them and he suspected you’d be the same, just like all the boring humans…

“Floyd, you’re beautiful!”

You couldn’t help but marvel at the sight before you. Your old life fantasized and told tales of merpeople but would never come to see such a visionary sight like this. Even after finding yourself in this new world, many mermaids and mermen had to hide themselves from anti-merfolk humans on land so you still haven’t had the chance to meet them in such a natural form…Until now.

“Wow, you’re glowing from your chest to your tail…” your eyes sparkled with child-like wonder as you watched the light from Floyd’s body shimmer in the waters, reminding you almost like the waves of light of an aurora in the sky. Your fingers curiously grazed the surface of Floyd’s tail which felt cool and smooth to the touch, most likely due to the natural secretion of his skin to keep him hydrated. You reached back to his clawed fingers which you swore looked bigger than those of his human form, bigger than yours at least, which made you ponder if merfolks varied in sizes as well. “This feels like a dream”

“…Hehe, how long are you gonna touch me, Fishie~?” Floyd’s little tease snapped you out of your daze as he grinned down at you. His tone sounded accusatory but his sly grin spoke volume of his amusement over your fascination with his body.

Quickly, you let go of his webbed fingers. “I-I’m sorry, Floyd. I was just surprised. I’ve never seen a merman’s body before and-and” you stammered and splashed around but not even the ice cold waters could cool the sensation in your cheeks. You felt the burn of embarrassment just thinking how Floyd was watching you fawn over his body like a reckless pervert.

Distracted by your shame, Floyd took the opportunity to hold you tighter than before, his glowing body coiling around your legs and letting you feel his firm muscles as you felt forced to sit atop of his tail. Gently, the merman cradled your head as he smiled a toothy grin at you, seemingly happier than you’ve seen him all day, though you couldn’t figure out why.

“My Fishie never disappoints~ It’s always so fun when I’m around you, I can’t get enough!” Floyd surprised you by pressing his cheek to yours, nuzzling against your skin as he hummed in a satisfied tone. Seriously, what’s gotten him in such a good mood?

“Wait, don’t think I’d forgive you for throwing me into the water!”

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nowis-scales · 11 months

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Rating: Mature

Fandoms: Fire Emblem IF/Fire Emblem Fates

Relationships: M Corrin | Kamui / Flora

Additional Tags: Romantic Fluff, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Parenthood, Self-Esteem Issues, Childhood Friends, Invisible Kingdom | Revelation Route, Implied/Referenced Sex, Implied Referenced Pregnancy

Word Count: 3,944 words

Summary: There is nothing Corrin has wanted more than to be a father, but as he and his wife begin to try for their first child after the war, he finds that she is harbouring a few more anxieties about parenthood than she was ready to admit. Hearing her concerns, he realizes that it's up to him to make her see what an amazing mom she's going to be.

[Read the Flora/Corrin one-shot on AO3.]

If there is one thing that Corrin has bragging rights to in this world, it’s being able to cuddle with his wife in the summer. While everyone else he knows spends the late hours of the night pushed away from their partner, too determined to avoid the stickiness of the heat, Corrin can enjoy every moment curled up in bed with Flora. There is no absence of cuddles, even in weather that has brought lots of sun and humidity to their beautiful home in Valla… Which makes it all the more disappointing when he wakes up one fine August morning to an empty bed.

He supposes he can’t blame Flora for wanting to get up and at it. Their usual duties as King and Queen made them a bit more prone to early waking, lest they miss out on something important. Still, considering that there had been a bit of an impromptu, er… romp between the two of them last night, it would have been nice to snuggle up together for the morning. Romantic, intimate even. But, then again, Flora always was very pristine. She probably enjoyed spooning all night, but felt she needed her bath come daylight. He could respect that. She’d been trying to take extra good care of herself as of late, considering that last night’s activities were only one session of many. The two of them had recently decided that it was finally time to grow their family, and she wanted to be in her best shape to carry their child.

The thought of expanding their family still sends warmth through Corrin’s chest when he thinks about it. He used to think that he would never even get to kiss Flora, let alone marry and have a child with her! And yet here he is, laying in their bed after a night of passionate lovemaking, thinking about just how perfect their future is going to be. Fate is a funny thing sometimes. One can never know what the gods have in their designs, but he's glad that no matter what happens, he and Flora are meant to be together. Now he can only hope that the gods will choose to bless them with the sound of little feet on the castle floors as well.

“Are you still sleeping in here, Corrin?” A familiar voice – Flora’s voice – coos as she peeks her head through the door, her blue hair still damp from her recent bath. “I thought surely you’d be rising by now.”

“’m up,” Corrin slurs unconvincingly, propping himself up on his elbows as he tries to rub the sleep from his eyes. Even through his blurry vision, he can see Flora smiling at him and shaking her head. She always did like to tease him about being too much of a ‘slugabed,’ as she called it. To be honest, he’s still not entirely sure what it means.

If she truly minds that he is still in bed, though, she doesn’t show it. She merely slides confidently into the room, adorned in only a pale pink nightgown. She’s taken to wearing it when she moves back and forth between the baths and their room. It would be indecent by some standards, shorter than her old uniform’s skirt and featuring straps instead of sleeves, exposing much of her beautiful porcelain skin, but it’s better than just a towel. Besides, Corrin doesn’t really mind the sight. If Flora is not concerned with other people thinking of her strangely for wearing it, then neither is he. He… quite likes getting to drink in the sight of her form when she wears it, anyway.

“I should hope you are,” she snickers, “As cute as you are when you’re tired, you might want to get used to waking up with a start if you want to have a baby around. Contrary to the popular saying, they aren’t exactly known to be great sleepers.”

“I know, I know… but that’s why I’ll have you.”

Flora smiles softly at this, but doesn’t say much more. In fact, she doesn’t even seem to linger on him like she normally would. She simply ventures further into the room, preparing to put her night clothes aside for washing and pick a gown for the day.

It’s hard not to sigh at her dismissal. Even though she knows how deeply he loves her, she always shies away from his kind words — perhaps even more so now that they’re trying for a baby. She’s told him before of how undeserving she feels of the life they have. Her denial of discussion now is an avoidance tactic. She may look like she’s just looking at gowns, deciding that she wants to wear white more than she does blue, but he knows better than to think that she’s not trying to dodge him. He wishes she wouldn’t be so hard on herself. Nonetheless, he knows the best thing he can do right now is try not to take too much offence. Flora, like all others, will heal with time and a bit of love. Such are the best remedies for a poisoned mind.

“I think you’ll be a really good mother, Flora,” he says in a tone that is as soft and sweet as he can possibly muster – but it makes his wife’s shoulders tense a bit anyway, “One of the best a person could have.”

She hums in response, neglecting to provide a real answer. Instead, she starts to leaf through the dresses in her closet. Does she really think she’ll be getting away from this conversation so easily?

“Flora, you know you’re going to be great, right?”

Once again, she doesn’t answer.

“Flora-”

This last utterance of her name is, for whatever reason, the crack that breaks the egg. Within a matter of seconds she is spinning around, a deep frown etching itself into her expression. “Corrin,” she says his name all too sharply for his liking, “Can you please give it a rest?”

I could, he longs to say, But that wouldn’t help me comfort my wife, now would it?

Ah, better not to let that out. It’s unlikely those words would be met with anything but displeasure.

“I don’t mean to pry,” he tells her instead, voice careful, “But if there’s something you’re worried about, I don’t want you to have to go through it alone, either. I know you don’t always have the easiest time opening up to people, but I’m your husband. It’s natural for me to worry, isn’t it?”

Flora looks down, the shame of her snap searing into her face. He can see a blush rising in her cheeks and she bites her lip, quietly considering his words. As much as she hates it, he knows that she needs a bit of prying when she is feeling poorly. Growing up with a sensitive sister like Felicia, it was often Flora’s responsibility to be the brave and composed one, so bottling up her own hard feelings comes naturally to her. It took some time for her to improve. While Corrin is proud of the progress she’s made so far, he knows that sometimes she’s going to need a bit more help. This seems to be one of those times. That’s fine – she’s more than worth it to him.

“I…” She reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s complicated.”

Corrin swallows before asking, “Are you having second thoughts about growing our family?”

The mere thought makes a pit of guilt sprout in his stomach. Flora not wanting a family, it would be something he could try to live with. It might make the Vallite line of succession a bit harder, what with him having to pick one of his nieces or nephews from either side of the family – maybe even Azura’s kids, were she willing – but it would be doable. However, considering the events of last night, it would be a bit hard to go back on having a baby now. Granted, there is no guarantee that Flora will get pregnant, but there is also no guarantee that she won’t. What would they do if she ended up pregnant, but didn’t want a baby after all? Best case scenario, she would learn to love being a mom; worst case, it would totally destroy her sense of self and their relationship. Even if he wants to be a father more than anything in this world, he could never do that to her. He loves her too much to put her through that pain, so for her sake, he can’t help but pray for her to be saying something else. Surely she must be, right? She wouldn’t tease him about wanting a baby if she was uncomfortable with the idea?

He thanks the gods that she shakes her head as soon the words leave his mouth.

“It’s not the baby I’m worried about… Or maybe it is, but probably not the way you’re thinking.”

Corrin wiggles over and pats the spot next to him on the bed without another word. A whisper of a smile graces Flora’s face before she makes her way over, sitting down next to him with the elegance of a queen. It was only a few hours ago that she was this close to him, yet he finds himself taken with her presence nonetheless. He drinks in her scent, the smell of jasmine and gardenia, and admires how even with her shoulder-blade length hair hanging wet and limp from her bath, she still manages to look impossibly beautiful. He only wishes that her expression wasn’t still tinged with sadness. Her face has always looked best with a smile or a laugh.

“I guess I’ve just been worried about being a mother,” she begins to explain, slowly and carefully, as if each word needs its own moment of emphasis, “I don’t know if I have what it takes to do a good job.”

The idea of Flora being a bad mother is almost laughable to Corrin. He knows better than to actually laugh at it, of course, yet he wonders how she could have decided that that would be the case. The husband in him wants to eagerly deny that there is any way that she could be, but the friend in him knows that he hasn’t really stopped to consider her point of view. Of course he thinks she’ll be a good mom — she’s like a goddess of snowy winter sunshine to him – but she doesn’t see herself like that, and he needs to remember that.

So, instead of getting too far ahead of himself and blurting out a myriad of platitudes, he decides to just… ask. “What makes you think you’d be a bad mother?”

Flora’s head tilts downwards once again, and a few strands of her hair fall limp in front of her face as she does, as if to emphasize how desperately she wants to avoid his eyes. Corrin finds himself tucking it back behind her ear without thinking. He knows it cannot be easy for Flora to bear her soul to him like this. Gently tending to her needs is the best thing he can do right now.

“I’m not…” She begins, heaving a heavy sigh before she’s even a quarter of the way through the sentence. “I honestly don’t know if I’m all that maternal. I can do a good job caring for someone, sure, but I’m not motherly, and I’m not sure that I know how to be.”

Corrin nods thoughtfully.

“Mother died when Felicia and I were six, so it’s not like I have much to remember… And even if we had Grandmother and Auntie Cecilie, we were taken away far too early on to remember a maternal hand… I’ve never known a mother’s love that I can remember.”

And you’re scared that you can’t share that with someone else, Corrin has to stop himself from blurting out.

“Even for fathers, ours always liked Felicia better, and Gunter…”

A dark look crosses Flora’s face, and she squeezes her eyes shut. Corrin cannot help but echo the action. Gunter’s betrayal weighed heavily on much of the army, but none were more deeply affected than the Fortress Foursome. He and Flora had spent many a night discussing his betrayal, and how even if Corrin could forgive him for it, Flora would not. The memory of that now prompts him to place a comforting hand on hers, silently urging her forward. Dwelling on the pain will do them no good, especially when even despite their love, the couple is not inclined to agree.

“I just feel that I don’t know what it means to be a parent.” She lifts her head to look at him, her pewter eyes gleaming with sadness. Gods, he prays she won’t cry. “Sometimes I don’t even feel like I know what it’s like to be a person. We spent so long at the Fortress during the formative years of our lives, and then suddenly we were out in the world where everything was new.”

“And now we’re here,” Corrin adds, “King and Queen of Valla.”

Flora sighs. “Right…”

A small silence permeates the air between them, as if neither is sure of exactly what to say. Her eyes are still troubled, laced with doubt, but he knows that there has to be something he can do or say to steer her in a different direction. He squeezes her hand softly in comfort. Unfortunately, she gives no reaction.

“But you know, Flora, you’ve been a great queen so far. I mean, you’re twice as versed in any of this as I am, and you’ve already saved me from making potentially troublesome decisions at least three times.” He smiles. “Not to mention that based on the intel Kaze is bringing through the grapevine, you have a lot of admirers among the new Vallites. Just the other day a crowd of young women was telling him how much they envy your grace.”

The crease between her eyebrows only deepens, and her gaze lifts to look out the window, as if she longs to be somewhere other than here. “Grace and good leadership skills aren’t going to make me a good mother. My own upbringing has made me much too bitter, and I don’t think it’s easy to solve with the acknowledgement that I am a decent person from time to time.”

“An amazing person all the time,” Corrin scolds, poking her arm in a soft-disapproval, “Remember what I said about talking about yourself like that?”

She sighs once more, like this whole conversation is just painfully exasperating. He can’t blame her for not wanting to talk about this, but surely she must know that it won't get any better if they don’t?

“It reaffirms your negative thoughts, and that’s not healthy.” She repeats in a flat tone, as if the words have been rehearsed to her a dozen times. In retrospect, they probably have. Corrin is not ashamed to say so.

“Exactly.”

Nonetheless, Flora doesn’t seem cheered. Though her eyes are back on him now, her shoulders are still slumped in defeat, and her hands folded neatly in her lap. Everything about her seems all too still, including her lacking smile. “The fact that you even have to tell me that… I fear you’re still proving my point, Corrin.”

Corrin’s brows knit together before he can even think to control his expression. “You’re not going to be a bad mother just because you still have growing to do. Everyone still has growing to do. You do it your whole life.”

Flora says nothing. There’s a slight twitch of her lips, but nothing else, and he knows that that has to be a sign that there is hope for her yet. She’s just not willing to give in right now. Luckily for her, he’s not the type to give up.

“Being someone who is always improving and growing, it’s important. Who knows, maybe it will even give our child a proper role model to look up to.” He pushes a smile once more. “Besides, it’s not like you don’t know how to be kind and caring. Part of the reason why we fell in love was because you couldn’t stop fussing over me.”

Flora practically jolts to life, and her cheeks flush pink. It’s hard not to laugh at just how cute she is when she’s embarrassed — although he supposes he shouldn’t be all that surprised, considering he thinks she’s cute all the time. Even when she’s getting grumpy with him, she is still impossibly adorable. He loves looking at her. “I was not fussing!”

In the end, he just can’t resist, and a smirk plays at his lips. “Really? All of the brushing, the hair adjusting? That wasn’t fussing?”

His wife’s hands land on her hips and she pouts. “I was just doing my job!”

“And what was it you said, when I was confessing to you? ‘All I know is how to take care of others’?”

Her arms fold across her chest as she falls silent for a moment, her brows still furrowed together as she watches his face for a prompt. He’s caught her in a bit of a corner here, and she seems to know it, too. Honestly, Corrin feels a little proud of himself for that one — it makes one more point for him, and one less point for the mean little voices in Flora’s head.

“Something like that,” she murmurs. His hand slips across the side of her face without a moment’s hesitation, pressing his warm palm to her cheek. She melts into its presence like it’s the most natural thing in the world, even moving to hold his hand there with her own.

“Right, so even if you don’t directly know how to be a mom, you have a warm heart. I have no doubts that you’ll figure it out. After all, I don’t think anybody wakes up one day knowing how to be a parent. I know I certainly don’t feel like I know everything, but I still want to do it, because I know I’ll have you at my side.”

“Corrin…”

Her eyes flutter shut, drinking in the comfort of him. Even with only a minor moment’s touch, he is already feeling that same reassuring bliss that he experienced last night after they finished their lovemaking — that warm, safe sensation that spread through his body as he held his wife in his arms. She must be feeling the same. He doubts she would be holding his hand so intently if she didn’t.

“I know I keep saying it, but I think you’ll be an amazing mom. Nobody in this world has a bigger heart than you,” he purrs, leaning forward to plant a soft kiss on her forehead, “You really never give yourself enough credit. Your nurturing, your empathy, your leadership… all of these are treasures, and things about you that are good. I think you’ll be the perfect mom, Flora, if you would just believe in yourself. I know I believe in you.”

“You always have,” she mumbles.

“And I’m not going to stop now. Even if you’re not sure, I guess I’ll just have to have enough faith in you for the both of us, then.”

A hint of a smile sneaks across her lips as her eyes flutter open once more. The sight of those beautiful grey irises, now sparkling with newfound solace, fills his heart with more joy than he knows what to do with. Seeing her so sad before made him ache, but it is like every bruise he’s ever had has healed when he sees a hint of a smile start to sneak across her lips.

“You’re quite corny, you know that?”

She’s got him there, and she knows it by his snicker. “Is it corny if it’s the truth?”

“Only a little,” she sighs dreamily, “I just wish that was enough to fix everything. I believe that you love me, Corrin, but I still wonder if that love has made you blind to my faults.”

“I wonder the same thing about your self-deprecation and your strengths. When you look for the worst in yourself, it’s all that you can see… and even if you really are a bitter woman who cannot socialize with or nurture other human beings-” he points a finger at her, “- which you are not; I love you anyway, and I think you will be amazing. I feel like that should count for something. You trust my judgement, don’t you?”

“I do.”

He nods. “Good… and Felicia’s judgement. You trust that, too, right?”

Flora pauses, dubious. “A… little less than yours, but I suppose I do, yes. Where are you going with this?”

“Do you remember what she said, when we told her that we were trying for a baby?”

Flora’s cheeks burn once again, and Corrin has to avoid chuckling when the newfound heat radiates onto his palm. “... That we were going to be the best parents on the continent?”

“Exactly. And she would know, wouldn’t she? She spent every day with us for over a decade. You trust her judgement, don’t you?”

“Well, I guess that's… true. Felicia’s a handful, but she’s always been good with measuring people’s intentions.”

Corrin nods enthusiastically. “And that’s just your family. Azura was delighted when I told her that we were interested in having kids. She wanted to know if you were pregnant right then so she could dote on you.”

No further explanation would be needed on just how important that was. Felicia’s excitement is a given, considering that Flora is her beloved twin sister and Corrin one of her best friends, but Azura? The songstress often struggled to connect with others and preferred to keep to herself, so the fact that she had complete and total faith in Flora as a person and mother says a lot. Flora’s face even softens at the mention.

“When I told Camilla, she kept saying how lucky our children were going to be, growing up with us as parents. Takumi was certain that we’d have the most well-behaved and well-loved nephews and nieces for him. It’s the same for all of my siblings, and our other friends, too. Silas, Lilith, Xander, Leo, Elise, Hinoka, Sakura, Ryoma… they all think you’re perfect, Flora. I do too. Faults or no faults, I believe that there is no one in this world more suited to being a mother than you.”

A moment ago, it might have startled him to see that tears are beginning to well up in her eyes. Now, he can only grin as she starts to sniffle, certain that as a smile breaks onto her face, that these are happy tears. “Don’t make me cry,” she whimpers.

“I’m sorry,” he half-laughs, pulling her in close, “I don’t mean to do it. I just love you so much, Flora, and I want you to know it.”

“I love you too,” she sniffs, burying her face in his neck as she wraps her arms around him, “I’ll never know how I got so lucky as to have a real-life prince charming.”

“Because you deserve one.” He plants another soft kiss on her head. “And everything else you’ve always wanted. I’ll do everything I can to make your dreams come true, Flora.”

As she buries her face in the crook of his neck, their bodies united in love once more, true peace finds its way to his heart when he hears her say the words:

“You are my dream, Corrin.”

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