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(Name) woke up in the middle of the night from hearing Lucina start crying from her crib. She groaned as she pulled herself out of bed carefully so she wouldn't wake Chrom up. “There there sweetheart,” she whispered quietly as she picked her up out of her crib. She cradled Lucina in her arms and rocked her gently. “Don't cry. Mommy's here.” (Name) held Lucina close as she tried to soothe her. (Name) turned around to the sound of her husband's laughter. “You two have to be the cutest girls I've ever seen,” Chrom said with a grin on his face. (Name)'s face turned a light shade of pink as she tried to hide h

You have heard so many rumors about the mischievous, and total womanizer Ikki, your friends, co workers, everyone...they all have warned you,  Stay away, from Ikki!,you weren't one of the types to desire a relationship, so you reassured them all, you weren't interested, everyday you saw him talking to his little fan club, he must be pretty conceded to need a fan club of girls falling at his feet every morning, afternoon and night, you didn't care, to each is own, but still, what was it that made this guy so popular, and why did he always wear those shades, like he was some kind of movie star, or fashion icon. As much as you didn't want to, y

NOTE: Reader is F!Corrin. Story takes place during Revelations route, so there will be some spoilers. Here's a warning, just in case. Stacks of books cover the table as you try to immerse yourself in literature. You're taking a break from participating in battles for the time being as suggested by others, namely your siblings from both Hoshido and Nohr. The army recently grew and everyone's adjusting to battling as allies and not against each other on opposing sides. It was overwhelming and taxing on your physical and mental health, and at the suggestion of Xander and Ryoma, you ended up hiding for a few days. Despite your exhaustion, you'

Note: Modern AU. Trigger warning for depression and contemplation/conversations of suicide. Small droplets were absorbed by the sheets as you sat in your bed. You silently wept as you shakily reached over for the pocket knife nearby. You reached up for your eyes, softly sobbing while contemplating if you should take your own life. "[Name]?" You heard a voice call out from down the hallway. You had forgotten you had given your boyfriend the key to your apartment and mentally cursed at yourself for not remembering. Your door crept open and you quickly tried to hide the knife. Chrom looked at you with concern as soon as he saw the light refl

you promised. | chrom x fem!reader a/n: spoilers to the endgame “Chrom, eyes on the sunset, not me,” said the melodious voice to the prince, a chuckle laced the end of her words as fingers tapped against the shoulder plate of his armour. He smiled, turning his head to appease her, eyes landing on the sun drowning in the horizon, the pink and orange sky painted with soft clouds like a beautiful painting. Natural beauty. Chrom doesn’t really know much about art, nor was he interested in learning the details of it, but whatever he deemed beautiful, he’d appreciate. Just like how he came to appreciate [Name]. Everything

Tidying up the castle for the grand ball was not your idea of fun. There was dust in places you hadn't even thought possible, much less cleanable. But nevertheless you did as you were assigned and watched as the men brought in the heavy items a maiden like yourself couldn't carry. You were strong, considering all your daily tasks built up a fair amount of muscle, but not strong enough when Frederick and even Prince Chrom were needed to move something. Prince Chrom… A handsome, kind, and caring prince that you'd foolishly fallen for. You weren't even sure if he remembered your face, much less your name. There were so many people in his

        For the third time in the last two hours, your eyes opened to a dark, quiet room. “This is just ridiculous.” Not only could you not get any decent sleep, but you knew you had to be keeping Chrom awake. He never complained or admitted that you were keeping him up, but you still felt a little guilty. Trying your hardest to be quiet, you slowly maneuvered yourself out of bed. The sound of Chrom's sleepy voice let you know that you had once again woken him up. “Again?” “Yeah, unfortunately.” Once you'd finally managed to get out of your nice warm bed, you pressed your bare feet against the cold ground

        Early one spring morning, you stand in the middle of the training grounds at Garreg Mach Monastery. A lone gust of wind stirs up the soft covering of dirt that coats the arena floor. As the sun steadily rises over the grey stone walls, you clutch the hilt of a steel sword in your hands.        One by one, you flex your fingers in anticipation, an old habit you've had since your mercenary days. Your opponent stands squarely before you, his sword drawn at the ready. He's dressed in the leather armor of a master swordsman. His long, black hair tied back in a messy ponytail. Loose strands covering one side of his stern face. With a furro