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[fe-fictions]

Stahl x Robin commission 

It started late one night.

You were already feeling under the weather, but worse still, your babies had started throwing up as soon as dinner was over.

Everybody was under the weather, but the issue was, nobody was sure why.

“Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods-!!” Stahl had Morgan tucked under one arm, Marc slung over his shoulder, and he was trying desperately to help you to the washroom before you also emptied the contents of your stomach.

To say he was concerned was an understatement, but the poor mellow man had now suddenly been tasked with acting as the head nurse.

Somehow, he managed to get the children into their washroom, assigninga bucket to one, a basin to the other, and simultaneously was scrambling to try and get you taken care of too in the midst of all the madness.

It was going very poorly.

“Papa…” Morgan’s pitiful moan was the only signal Stahl had before the sweet child had to throw up again.

Stahl was over in an instant, petting his little boy’s head and pressing a cold, wet cloth to Morgan’s neck.

The baby was trembling from head to toe, but his little sister wasn’t doing much better. Poor Marc was clutching the basin, her face an uncomfortable mixture of pale and green.

“It’s okay, buddy. You’re doing fine. Your body’s doing what it’s supposed to do.”

“I f-f-feel like it’s t-trying to k-kill me…” He said, stumbling over his words between chattering teeth. Stahl kissed the top of his head, giving his son a very gentle hug.

“I know. I’m sorry.” He gives him one more kiss to Morgan before turning his attention to Marc. She was fading, thankfully, looking like her spent energy was officially turning into sleepiness. 

She was only two, so this was just brutal for her. He gently takes her into his arms, making sure to wipe her cheeks and mouth with her cool cloth. 

She’s so light when she holds him…maybe when she’s back to full health he’ll start feeding her more. 

“Do you want to try to sleep, honey?” He asked her softly, brushing his thumb along her pouty cheeks. She nodded tiredly, clinging to his tunic with what little strength she had left.

He smiled softly (albeit rather sadly), taking her quickly to her bedroom. He delicately laid her into her bed, tucking her in and making sure to give her a nice, fresh cloth for her forehead while she slept.

“If your tummy starts to hurt again, you call for Papa, okay?” He crouched beside the bed, brushing her hair back. 

“Yes, Papa.” She whispered, earning a flurry of kisses on her temple.

“Good girl…sweet dreams.” He murmured, giving her the best smile he could before he made his way back to his poor wife.

The only disadvantage of being the mother of two small children is that, when everybody was feeling ill, you had to be prioritized last.

It made plenty of sense, seeing as the babies couldn’t take care of themselves. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want Stahl to dote on you first (a little bit).

Thankfully the doting came in swiftly, with Stahl knocking on the bedroom door before hurrying to the washroom you were currently holed up in.

Your hand was on your forehead, leaned back against the wall and fighting the nausea threatening to overwhelm you again.

“Hey…how are you feeling?” He asked you cautiously, coming to your side. A tentative hand rested on your back, and you did your best to respond with some semblance of positivity.

“Well, I haven’t thrown up in a little while,” Your voice cracked, but you managed to paste a smile on, “So I think the worst is over.”

“I’m really glad to hear that.” He sighed, though the relief in his voice was sharply contrasted with the exhaustion that came with playing nurse.

“I-I think I can keep some food down, finally…how are the kids?”

“They’re still green, and still traumatized,” He said, running his hand up and down your back absentmindedly. “But they’re not throwing up every twenty minutes like they were through the night.”

“Gods, those poor babies.” You frowned,heart twisting at the thought of being powerless to help your little ones in a crisis like this. “I wonder what caused it.”

“I’ve heard there’s a pretty nasty stomach flu going around the city. Children seem to be the source of the plague.”

“Could it be due to the nursery?” You wondered, “They go to the castle daycare every day….I’m sure some other child must’ve exposed it to them. But why did I get sick?”

“Well, I grew up in Ylisstol, so I’ve had more than my fair share of stomach bugs. I’m guessing you don’t have the immunity for it since you weren’t raised around here.” 

“That makes sense…” You trailed off, shutting your eyes when another wave of nausea hit. Stahl tensed beside you, ready to spring into action.

“Are you okay?”

“...I’m…fine.” You managed, grip slackening as you leaned back. Stahl directed you into his side, wrapping his arm around you.

“At least you’re in better shape than last night. The kids are more or less the same, but I think the worst of it is over. Though I’m not a doctor, so I can’t say for sure.”

“Did you alert the clerics?”

“Uhhh, no-” He scrambled up suddenly, “I should do that!”

“W-wait, don’t run off yet.” You laughed weakly, “It’s still early, and we’re not dying. We can let them know what happened in a little while. Let’s just wait and see i-if we can stabilize a bit, first.”

“Are you sure?” He fretted, “I’ve never done this before, and I’d hate to make things worse for you all by not getting help! I barely know what I’m doing anyways!”

“There’s not much to it, dear.” You smiled, “Keeping us clean and comforted is a big step. Making something light and easy on the stomach would be next…porridge, or rice…”

“Oh gods, that’s right! Breakfast!” He slapped a hand to his forehead, “I knew I forgot something! You all must be starving.” 

He looked so guilty, it was like he’d kicked a puppy. You waved a dismissive hand.

“If we’re still nauseous and vomiting, it’s best not to try anything.” You said, “But if things have calmed down by the time you’ve finished preparing it, then it’ll be worth attempting.”

“Are you sure?” Stahl hesitated again, looking positively flabbergasted and at the end of his rope. It was hard enough handling one sick person, but with two of them being his babies and the other his wife, he was teetering on the brink even after hours of care.

You held out your hand for him to take, drawing him back to your side. 

“We’ll be okay.” You promised, “Try to settle down a little bit.”

He nodded and comes back down beside you, though he’s still pinching the bridge of his nose. You  look at him sadly, knowing he’s beating himself up.

“I just hate that I can’t do more for you all. I’m your husband, and I’m their papa, but I just feel so powerless, you know? Like I should be able to take care of you guys when the hells break loose!”

“You do a fine job of that,” You lean against his shoulder while shutting your eyes, “It’s just the first time you’ve had to do it. Nobody does it perfectly on their first try.”

“But what if it ends up affecting you or the children? What if they get worse because I couldn’t take care of them as good as you? O-or what if I leave you here for too long and you’re stuck dealing with this mess all alone?”

You pat his arm, “The storm’s already passed for the most part, my love. I think…you just need to relax. If we weren’t doing well, we’d tell you. If it was because you weren’t helping, I would definitely tell you.”

“...Really?” He looks down at you, eyes full of anxiety. He was such a sweet man, if only a little bit too worried about the small things.

You bump his chin with your forehead. “Really.”

“Aw…” He blushes, “If you’re sure you’re doing okay, then I’ll try to worry a little less. Let me go check on the kids, and then I’ll start making breakfast.”

“Take your time.” You hum softly when he kisses the top of your head, giving you one last quick squeeze before leaving you to your own devices.

Mercifully, the worst of it was over. The children could keep their breakfast down, even if their appetites were lacking. 

It was a day all three of you spent in bed, with your sweet Stahl hurrying between your rooms to make sure everyone was comfortable, nobody had thrown up again, and temperatures were normal and safe.

It was certainly quite hard being a lone father and husband versus a whole family of Ylissean Flu-havers…but despite his struggle, it was a battle he had somehow managed to conquer.

He made sure to reward himself with a hefty bowl of beef stew for dinner (your treat), and a nice, long 10 hour nap afterwards.

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[fe-fictions]

i only just discovered that your account got deleted and it broke my heart honestly :c could you reupload anything with stahl? there's not a lot of him out there and i love your stories💚

(Some sweet n' spicy morning after maybe? ;0)

You work within seconds of each other, said your shy “Good morning’s”, and spent a good while enjoying each other’s company in bed. It was strange to share your pillow with someone, but you were quite pleased to see th elove of your life cozied up with you.

Stahl was so sweet and goofy in the morning, his hair somehow more disheveled than usual.

But he maintained soft innocence, giving you a tender smile.

“So, how do you feel? “ He asked quietly.

You pulled teh sheets up to your nose, peeking at him with barely the strength to look at him.

“I’m...I’m fine. Great. I… It was really wonderful, Stahl. L-last night, I mean.”

He chuckled at your sudden bashfulness, “I’m glad to hear it. I was worried I wouldn’t treat you well enough!”

“O-oh, no, you did! Did...did you like it?”

“Definitely.” He assure you. Gently he sipped the sheets from your grasp, pinching your red cheek. “You’re so cute when you blush- why hide it?”

You playfully smacked his hand away, before tossing the sheet over him. “Because my husband’s an oaf!”

“A lovable oaf, wouldn’t you say?” He gave you a cheeky grin, which was wiped off with a pillow to the face. He laughed, “All right, I’m sorry! I’ll stop teasing you!”

‘You’re such a pain when you haven’t eaten.” You sighed, though it was impossible to keep the grin from your lips any longer.

You moved to the end of the bed, “Come on, lets get something to eat. I’m sure you’re starved.”

“After last night? You bet!” He said it so casually you weren’t sure if he knew how scandalous the implications of his words really were.

Though if you were honest, you were feeling pretty hungry, yourself.

“You know I- ah.”

“What is it?” He looked over when you paused, staring at your legs. “Robin?”

“My legs are really sore.”

“What?”

“Yeah. They’re sore. Yowch…”

“Are you okay/”

“I don’t really know, I mean- whoa!!” Your attempt to stand was thwarted by your unstable legs.

Stahl was quick to your side and caught you, holding your weight against his chest.

“Wow...you’re really unstable! Was it something you ate?”

You whipped your head up, staring in disbelief. Slowly, carefully, you answered:

“Stahl...this is your fault.”

“What?”

“I can’t walk because of last night!” You said louder. The poor man jumped, but not without a hot blush blossoming onto his fac.e

“Oh, no!! Are you serious?! Did I really-?”

“You definitely did.”

You sighed, letting him lower you back onto the bewd. He scratched his head, at an utter loss as to what he should do about this.

“Oh, gosh...Robin, I’ll make it up to you! I’ll go make breakfast for us right now! A-and then I’ll go to the village and find a cleric for you, and-”

“No!!” You yelped, grabbing his hand to stop his mad dash for the door. “Absolutely not!”

“But...but you’re hurt!”

“The last thing I want is to tell a doctor why I’m stuck like this! We are absolutely not telling anyone- besides, I’m not hurt, I’m just… I just need a minute to recuperate. That’s all.”

You huffed at him, and pinched the bridge of your nose. You stayed like that a while, Stahl striking your hair as comfortingly as he could, being the culprit behind your predicament.

It was abundantly clear how bad he felt about it, seeing the guilty expression that turned him into the equivalent of a kicked puppy.

Eventually you sighed, rubbed at your aching thigh and said, “Let’s not worry about this right now. Breakfast comes first- I think we both need some.”

“Oh...okay. You just stay here, and I’ll cook us the best meal you’ve ever had! I’ll be quick as a bunny, too!” He promised, and turned on his heel to make good on his word.

"Before you...wait, Stahl.”

“Hm?” He turned back to you, finding your lips pursed in a tight line.

“I just...want to tell you I’m not...I’m not mad. It’s not like you did it on purpose.”

“N-no, of course not! I’d never want to hurt you.”

“And it’s not like I...didn’t...h-have fun, or anything.”

“Right...heh, me too.”

“And, in the spirit of, er, honesty,” You fidgeted some, prompting him to return to your side. He tilted his head, waiting for your next words.

You sucked in a deep breath.

“I was hoping...we could maybe continue after we...y’know...w-well, before we found out my legs were…”

“Gods, you’re so cute.”

You startled when a sudden flurry of kisses struck your face. Stahl wrapped his arms around you in a gigantic hug, showering you with all the love in the world.

“S-Stahl!!”

“Let’s get you some food, and relax a little while first, ok? And maybe later, if you feel any better, then...maybe we can continue from last night.”

He grinned, before giving you a soft kiss.

You leaned into him, humming happily. He pulled away all but beaming, and traced a finger over your lips.

“I’d love to continue, too. After all...I’m always ready for a second helping of dessert.”

That earned him an annoyed swat to the ass, but he was far from complaining about it.

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