Fluffy Shippy Heroes

Celica looked at herself in the mirror. An overly puffy and elegant white dress with gold trim… It was fitting, but she felt like it was a small bit extra.

Mae was behind her, fixing her best friend’s hair and making sure everything looked orderly. It was rare she ever saw Mae this focused and quiet as she worked.

“Mae, is all of this really nece-”

“Of course it is! You need to look your best! This day only comes once, you know.” There was her sporadic personality once more.

Mae stepped back and circled Celica about five times before nodding, “Looking great. Now. Get out there and kiss that girl and make her your wife!” She jumped up with enthusiasm and held the door open.

Clair twirled in the dress, giggling to herself as it puffed out a bit. Mathilda sighed from behind her and fixed something that had come loose as she did.

“Clair, please don’t do any spinning while you’re out there. Your bow will fly off and hit somebody.”

“Perhaps it will hit Gray.” She smirked. Mathilda gave a small chuckle and rolled her eyes. Gray was still Clair’s friend even after they had broken up a few years ago. No sense in losing that.

“Or it could hit Valbar in the eye and then we’d have a very angry Leon.”

“Mathilda, I know. I will restrain myself.”

Celica was waiting at the altar, gazing down the aisle at Clair. She was almost crying out of joy.

Clair approached and faced Celica, smiling brightly at her. They could barely hear the vows that Nomah was saying. The only responded with “I do.”

They both get a bunch of friendly teasing from both Mae and Celica. Commenting on how cute the two of them are together. Alm is mildly flustered by it but seems proud of it. Boey on the other hand is a blushing mess by the end.

They aren’t incredibly open with affections in public, but will hold hands just about anywhere. Alm is usually the one to initiate said hand holding.

Boey is the little spoon most of the time, though there’s times that Alm is. They’re both very soft and are both so very sweet to one another.

Alm is very protective of Boey in any situation, even ones where he might get hurt. An archer aims at the mage and Alm would immediately push him out of the way or even tackle him to the ground. Though Boey is no idle fighting lover, either. He provides plenty of support from the back lines, making sure Alm won’t get flanked.

Robin’s eyes widened as Miriel passed her the papers. The mage had been working alongside Henry and developing spells to figure out weather women were pregnant or not. All of her symptoms were there but she had wanted to know for sure. She was pregnant.

Chrom was standing over the map that Frederick had provided. Ylisse was in a time of peace, yes. But there were still pockets of resistance that his soldiers were still fighting in. He needed Robin here. She always knew what to do.

“Chrom?” A voice came from behind him. The sweet tone belonged to his wife and he turned around, cape moving behind him as he briskly made his way over to her to embrace her lovingly.

“Hey, Robin.” He kissed her forehead, “How did your appointment go?”

Robin’s heart leaped and she smiled wide at Chrom. He seemed exasperated for a second before quietly laughing and hugged her firmly, swaying back and forth with her in his arms.

——

“Good afternoon, Lucina! How was training with your father?” Robin asked as she filled out some papers, her coat loosely draped over her shoulders.

Lucina grinned brightly, a single tooth missing from her lower jaw. She had lost it only a few days ago, “Frederick says I’m got better!”

Robin giggled lightly and stood up, sorting a few of the papers into neater piles as she did so, “Lucina, I’ve got some news to tell you.” The princess walked over to Robin to hear her a bit better and tilted her head, “You’re going to have a little brother.”

She seemed a little confused but shrugged, “Aww, not a sister?”

Robin laughed a small bit, “No, not a sister, sorry! Me and your father were thinking about a name. What about Morgan? Sound good to you?”

Lucina said the name quietly a few times before looking at Robin’s midsection, “Morgan sounds good.”

—–

The nine months passed without incident or complications. Robin felt the signs that she was ready and quickly called for Miriel.

Lucina was eventually allowed into the room and quickly hopped up on a chair next to the bed that her mother laid on. In her arms, swaddled in a blanket was Morgan. He wasn’t crying anymore and was sleeping.

Robin held him a bit differently so Lucina could see him better, “Say hi, Lucina.”

Alm secured Falchion to his belt and looked over his team, “Okay, everybody. We all know our parts. Mae, Boey. You two focus on the General with backup from Lukas. Leon, Tobin. Eyes on the skies. We can’t let them fly over our heads and ambush us from the back. Genny and Faye. Keep everybody healthy. But make sure to stay safe, yourselves. Est, Catria, Palla, and Clai- where’s Clair?”

Clive shrugged, “Don’t know. Haven’t seen her since after lunch.” Mathilda nodded with him in agreement.

Mae pushed past them, almost hitting Clive with her hair, “Where’s Celica as well? She’s normally helping you out.”

A voice came from the back of the room as the two missing members walked in. Celica spoke up first, “We’re here! Sorry.”

Alm stepped forward with a sigh, “This is the fifth time you two have been late. And it’s always you both! Getting here at the same time. We’re discussing the strategy and you’re off reading or something?”

Saber and Valbar exchanged a look. They’d both seen this sort of thing before. Saber stepped forward, “What he’s trying to say is keep the activities more towards after the battle.”

Alm turned around and looked up at Saber, “They can still do recreational activities beforehand but they can’t let it cause them to be late.”

While Alm bickered to the man who actually had a clue, Est spotted a glimmer of light on Celica’s finger. A ring. She walked over to her and Clair and smiled, “So when did you two tie the knot?”

The two blushed heavily. Celica spoke first, “That obvious?”

“Being late, being late together, pretty ring, always sitting by each other during lunch, walking out of the same room in the morning… Yeah it’s pretty obvious!”

Alm sputtered and turned around, “Wait you two are married!?”

“Engaged.” Clair corrected him.

“For how long?” Alm looked between them