remaining summer requests
The last of the summer requests (11 of them and one extra!) are all under the cut;; ♡
Actually I love this;; So many cute things to think about! ♡
There’s a loud boom as the door is forced open, almost as loud as the thunder outside. “I am here,” Grima announces as he strides in. There’s a thunderstorm outside, his specialty, but that’s not the point. In his studies of human culture, he’s learned that the dominant human is supposed to comfort the other while it rains like this. So, that’s exactly what he’s here to do.
Although, quite contrary to what he’s heard is supposed to happen, you merely glance at him from your position at the window before patting the spot beside you. He glides over and sits down because… what else is he supposed to do when you’re watching the storm rather intently and not paying much attention to him?
It’s a moment later when he voices his question. “Are you not scared, worm?”
“Of course not, storms like this are cool,” you reply. He blinks.
“Well, I can make storms like this any day, you know.” There’s a certain tone in Grima’s voice that you just can’t place, so you glance over to see a pout forming on his face. He’s looking out the window as if the storm has offended him in some way, and you can’t help but laugh.
“You’re jealous of the weather, hm?”
“I am not,” he lies, averting his eyes so he doesn’t have to see the knowing look in your eyes.
“Oh, you totally are! Wow, I never thought I’d see the day-” you’d have continued, of course, but Grima’s eyes narrow and a well-timed clap of thunder resounds as lightning strikes, bright and true, while Grima’s lips make contact with your own.
When I saved this to my drafts I put “shiny;;” as the comment and? that still totally applies;; You have god-tier taste, anon!
It’s close to 4 in the morning and Soren is already awake - or, rather, it’s more accurate to say he’s still awake since he hasn’t slept a wink all night. He can’t concentrate anymore, the words in front of him swimming and diving into a blurry mess as he sighs, loudly.
“…Soren, come to bed,” you whisper, startling the man in question. He looks over at you, questioningly, as he sighs again.
“Did I wake you?” You shake your head in response.
“Come to bed,” you repeat, and Soren finds himself too tired to argue, so he sighs one final time before slipping in beside you.
It’s warmer here, he thinks, as you shuffle closer to him, enveloping him with your body heat. He still won’t be able to sleep - at least he doesn’t think so - but this is comfortable, preferable to sitting and stewing in cold hordes of letters and numbers. It's… nice, he admits to himself, if only in his sleep-deprived mind.
“I’m glad you think it’s nice,” you say, which totally means he was thinking aloud, but he’s still too tired to do much more than make an aggravated sound. “Sleep well.”
The words are an invitation that maybe he won’t be accepting this time, but the sentiment is there. Soren closes his eyes and is thankful.
It’s supposed to be a solo dance performance, one where you watch Laslow perform the dance he’s been perfecting as of late. It’s a wonderful show - Laslow takes on an air that he only seems to have during moments like this and he’s so graceful, fluid and lithe like he’s meant to do this for the rest of his life.
You clap because it’s the best thing you’ve seen in your life, or, at least the you of right now thinks so. Laslow smiles, cheeks tinged a light pink as he settles under your gaze, and then he’s pulling you up to join him.
“But I can’t-” you try to protest.
He cuts you off. “Just follow me and it’ll be fine,” he says, words accompanied by his signature smile, so you suppose you just have to listen.
It’s fun, twirling around in circles as Laslow leads you. Laughter fills the air and, at some point, you get a little dizzy, enough so that the scenery begins to light up. You wouldn’t pay much attention to it, but even as the two of you slow down, the lights remain, blinking in and out of existence at a leisurely pace.
“Fireflies…” you say aloud, the word coming out as barely a breath. Laslow smiles again, brighter than all the bugs around you and suddenly you can’t take your eyes off of him.
Ugh your mind anon, I stan you, like, spiritually;; Thank you for enabling my women-writing, you’re the best!!
“Ice cream? I’ve heard of it, of course, but I had assumed that soldiers wouldn’t get to have such a delicacy.” Laegjarn says after you bring up the topic of the typical summer food.
You shake your head in response. “Well, you assumed wrong. Ice cream’s super common here, so it’s super good for the summer! Would you like to get some?”
“Do you think I’ll enjoy it…?” she asks, to which you nod aggressively.
“Of course, of course! And if you don’t, we’ll get you all kinds of other summer treats until we find something you do like!” It’s said with such determination that Laegjarn can’t help her laughter.
“If you’re so certain, then I’m sure it won’t take too long,” she replies with a smile as she slips her hand into your own.
“Here,“ Cordelia says, offering you a cone of ice cream, which you take eagerly as a way to stave off the heat. "I wasn’t quite sure what you’d like, so I guessed. I hope that’s alright…”
She sounds a bit saddened by the fact that she didn’t know, but you still smile brightly at her anyways. “That’s okay, this is my favourite,” you reply because it’s true, somehow her guess had been completely correct. “It’s perfect!”
Cordelia lets out a sigh of relief as she settles down next to you, balancing her own cherry and vanilla cone in one hand. “That’s a relief. To think I don’t know my partner quite as well as I thought I did…”
You can’t help but laugh. “That just means that there’s more to learn, right? We can do it together!” Cordelia smiles at that, small but bright.
Of course!! I love him too anon;; ♡
Hríd is surprisingly good at swimming, darting through the water with relative ease. It’s surprisingly fun to cheer him on from your place on the sand as he performs strangely fancy maneuvers in the water.
You gradually lose focus on him, though, as Ylgr comes over and asks you ever so sweetly to make a sandcastle with her. You can’t refuse such an adorable face, so your attention is neatly passed over to the youngest of Nifl’s royal family. It’s only after a few minutes of sand crafting that a presence makes itself known behind you, the loud clearing of someone’s throat.
Looking over your shoulder, Hríd himself stands behind you, a small frown on his face. “You should come swim with me,” he says.
“No,” Ylgr protests before you can even open your mouth. “We’re making a sandcastle.” The two stare at each other, an intense face-off as you sit, not quite knowing what to do. A moment later, each one of them grabs on to you, pulling in either direction as they begin to argue.
“Wait-” you exclaim, and they stop just before they pull you apart.
“You should come with me,” Hríd insists.
“No, stay with me!” Ylgr exclaims.
“I… think I’ll go swim with Hríd first,” you say gently, and he smiles triumphantly while his sister immediately frowns. “And then we’ll both come back and build a castle with you, Ylgr. Is that alright?”
“But-” Hríd begins to protest, but Ylgr is faster.
“Okay! I’ll be waiting!” She says with a bright smile and you give a sigh of relief. With that, you turn to go back into the ocean with your boyfriend, conveniently missing the way Ylgr sticks out her tongue in her brother’s direction. He makes a face in response, but, ultimately, decides that playing with his sister is fine.
You link arms with Hríd as you make your way towards the water. “You’re too nice to that sister of mine,” he says. “She’s spoiled enough as is.”
“No one can help it, she’s cute and she knows it…” you reply. “But, it’s good to have a friendly relationship with one’s future family, no?”
“Ah…” Somehow, Hríd’s cheeks begin to colour, turning a little bright pink than usual as your words sink in. “I… guess you’re right.”
You laugh and his skin turns an even prettier shade of pink. “Why don’t we go cool off?” you ask and he frantically nods a quick yes before detaching himself from your side and diving into the water as you follow behind at your own pace. Ylgr may be a cute kid, you think, but Hríd is probably the cutest man in the world.
I don’t usually think about him? But when I did it was so much fun;; I hope you enjoy it anon!!
Midnight watch - by far the worst job in the army, at least, in the opinion of most - is probably the time you see Frederick the most. He’s always so busy running here and there and everywhere for Chrom and Lissa and Robin and countless others, so it’s nice to have a time where you have him all to yourself, even if it’s the middle of the night.
It’s then, when you’re holding hands (only after many nights of begging that he at least allow that much contact, it couldn’t hurt after all), that he points out a new occurrence, on the hill just outside of your patrolling area.
It glows as if it’s magic, you think at first, but it takes only a moment more for you to realize that they’re fireflies, the first of the season.
They’re so pretty that you want to thank Frederick immediately, but the moment you look up at him to do so, the soft smile on his face stops you. He looks peaceful, which is rare since the two of you are out in the open, not somewhere private like usual. The idea of it all makes you smile, so instead, you merely squeeze his hand a little harder.
!!!! Of course of course, how did you know I love him anon,,,, You must be a mind reader, so maybe you can tell how much I love you? (Hint: It’s over 9000♡)
Lukas has his fingers entwined with your, his grip gentle but firm as the two of you walk side by side. It’s cool out, just a bit colder than you’d like it to be, really, so you find yourself grateful for the warmth of his skin.
The morning is quiet and so are the two of you, but perhaps that’s a good thing. It’s relaxing, peaceful, a welcome change… or something like that. Regardless of what it is, it’s quite nice. You’d share the thought with Lukas, but looking in his direction shows an expression of deep thought, so you keep the feeling to yourself.
Instead, you swing your attached arms back and forth, just for something to do. Lukas looks at you and you look back at him with a smile, and he turns away, but the corners of his lips are still visibly turning upwards even though he’s turned away.
…This one, I have to admit I messed up;; I posted a Henry one a few weeks back that asked for prompt number 5, but I did 4 instead… That’s a huge mistake on my part, but since it’s been so long I don’t want to change it. So, this is Henry with number 5, watching fireflies!
“Look look look, can’t you see them?” Henry exclaims, excitedly tugging you in the direction of whatever it is that he’d like you to see.
“The… fireflies?” you ask as you finally come to a stop somewhere deep in the night, the lightning bugs being the only source of light other than the moon high up in the sky.
He nods aggressively and you swear his smile gets larger if that’s even possible. “Yep! See they look like the magic sparks, the ones you see when you cast a good big spell! And since you said you can’t see them, I thought I’d show you these instead!”
You blink at him once or twice before a smile that mirrors his own settles on your face. “That’s sweet of you, Henry?”
“You think so?” he replies, tilting his head in question. Instead of waiting for an answer, though, he reaches out to grasp your hand in his. “Then, let’s watch them together!”
Poly is a-okay here! It’s not super romantic but this one was fun to do, so I hope you’ll enjoy it regardless;;
If you had to compare the three of you, Ryoma is definitely the most used to the heat. Next is you, then Xander, who gets overheated insanely fast. That mostly explains the current situation - the three of you seated side by side on your couch, the lights turned off and a fan blowing at its highest setting as a means of keeping the three of you cool.
“…I can’t believe the air conditioning broke.” Xander voices aloud. Ryoma laughs warmly and you sigh, as if exhaling the heat from your body.
“It’s too hot,” you say and Xander nods in agreement, but slowly to not to create too much more heat. Ryoma just laughs some more.
“You two just need to build up more heat tolerance,” he suggests, and Xander gives him a pointed stare.
“I’m melting,” he says in monotone. You glance over and it appears he’s right, if the amount of sweat on his face is anything to go by.
“Aw, you poor thing.” Ryoma leans over you to wipe the moisture from Xander’s forehead, his arm effectively adding even more heat to what you think is more than enough. Xander leans into you more closely to gives Ryoma better access to his face, but that only produces more heat.
You heave out another heavy sigh and they pause, looking at you. “Wait just a second…” you ask, so Ryoma pulls back, giving the room to slide off the couch and right onto the cool floor. “And now you can continue.”
Ryoma stares at your form on the ground before he snorts, his laughter still too warm for the atmosphere. “What, were we too hot for you?”
“Yes,” you reply and this time it’s Xander who laughs. “You’re lucky I love you two and that it’s too hot for this,” you say with a pout and decided to angle the fan in your direction as the two of them continue you on behind you.
Miss Laura is actually very cute… I did my best to do her justice, so I hope you enjoy this anon!
“So we have everything?” Laura asks, staring at the luggage for the fifth time in the past hour.
“Laura, you’ve double checked your double checks, I’m sure we do! And if we don’t, we can always buy things when we need them.”
It makes sense, of course, but Laura still looks a little worried. “But…”
“No buts,” you say firmly. “It’ll be fine, don’t worry. And if it’s not, I’m sure we can figure out a way to fix things!”
“If you’re sure…” she replies, the frown on her face still present. You’re not a fan of it, not when she could be smiling, so you reach over to take her hand. She looks up, a little surprised as you look her right in the eye.
“I’m absolutely sure. I’d be worried if I was going by myself but since it’s with you, there’s no problem, right? I’ll be counting on you.”
Laura pauses for a moment. “Then, if you’re counting on me… I’ll do my best too!” she says, voice filling with confidence as a small smile appears on her face.
You smile back in much the same way. “Then, let’s get going!”
In the end, you do forget a few things, but it’s all alright. Laura is able to take care of it, and you’re there to help her, so there really is nothing to worry about.
Bonus*** Some extra Ryoma because I didn’t realize I’d already done the prompt so I did it again? Please accept it it’s cute;;
“Good morning,” comes Ryoma’s voice. It’s gentle, cleaving through sleep like one cuts through butter. You blink, eyes fluttering open.
“Good… morning?” you reply, your brain still clouded by sleep. You hear Ryoma laugh, maybe, and then there’s a warm, soft pressure on your forehead.
“Still tired, hm? Perhaps this will wake you up…” It’s hard to comprehend things when you’ve just woken up merely half a second before, but somehow you think you should prepare yourself…
There’s the soft pressure again, this time on your lips and, ah, you melt into it. The vibrations of Ryoma’s laughter fill your throat this time, delightfully tingly.
