#memory writes

Words: 2,379

Tw: Mild Violence (if an angry bird counts)

Hurt/Comfort (a little hurt but mainly fluff!)

A self indulgent fic I made based off an idea @baka-monarch had about all the MCYT G/T blogs being borrowers on the DSMP and being caught by the members! I definitely had to throw my own fic into the mix! (Honestly was tempted to do Ghostbur but I figured Foolish would be a great fit!)

Chrom nuzzled into your neck, pressing kisses to your skin as you felt your cheeks heat up, eyes subtly darting about to make sure no one could see you.

The Holiday ball, a widely known and highly sought after tradition for the Ylisse nobility, was in full swing in the room down the hallway, a bit far from the balcony you and your love had taken solace in. The party had been going on for hours now and showed no signs of slowing, and you were sure that Lissa was still laughing and dancing around with Frederick, who had begrudgingly agreed to be her dance partner. But, most of your night had consisted of sneaking away from the party to rest out on the balcony, and Chrom taking the opportunity to grab some alone time with you. And usually, that meant being pressed up against a wall, as he kissed as much of you as he could possibly reach.

"You look stunning tonight...if it weren't for my duties, I'd be saving all my attention for you, my dear. You have no idea just how much I love you."

Rarely was Chrom so composed and well-spoken, but it seemed like the adrenaline of sneaking off to be together had awakened something inside him. The two of you continued to kiss, and the prince's hands eventually travelled lower and lower down your body-until he realized how long he'd been away, and the two of you broke apart.

"Ah, I've gotta get back-people are going to notice I'm-mmf!"

Suddenly, you stepped forwards and held him tightly in a kiss, cutting him off to your advantage. Chrom looked stunned as your lips parted, but he didn't move away, and he certainly didn't protest.

"Chrom, if we continue this silly game, then I'll just go mad. I can't take this mindless teasing any longer-either I go home to eliminate your distractions, or you find a spare room and make me yours, right now."

Takumi raised an eyebrow, as he looked over at you from his place on the ground. The two of you had laid out in the field near Askr's castle, and spent hours now talking together. The conversation had switched to where exactly you had come from before this, so of course, you found yourself excitedly telling him all about your world.

"Not really carriages, per se, but we have those too. A car is sort of like...a mechanical maneuvering device. Kind of like Yukimura's karakuri, but bigger."

Takumi took that into consideration, though he still appeared like it was hard for him to believe.

"...all I can imagine is giant karakuris now, though I assume it's probably not as ridiculous as that.."

You couldn't help but laugh at his observation, and leaned over to peck him on the nose.

"You're so cute, Kumi."

"H-Hey! Don't say that so casually!"

His face burned with a blush, but he reached down to intertwine his fingers with yours nonetheless. The two of you watched the sky drift by lazily, each cloud even fluffier than the next, before you realized that the sun was starting to go down. Reluctantly, the two of you got to your feet and began making your way back to the castle, hopefully before Alphonse started to get worried about both of you being out too late in the dark. You were so busy thinking about getting back, that you nearly didn't catch what Takumi said next, almost too quiet to hear.

"Leo, I've got to go. I can't stay in bed all day."

Your significant other, who was significantly grumpier in the mornings, said nothing more, and only held fast to your shirt as you attempted your escape from your cotton-filled prison. His grip was strong as ever, and there was no way you would be able to pull away easily, so you did the logical thing-you slipped out of your tunic, and dashed away from the bed. Quickly, you rushed to pull on a fresh tunic and grab your belongings for the day, aware of Leo as he slowly started getting up out of bed. Just as you made a break for the exit, your fingers brushing the handle, just about to be home free-a hand whipped by you and slammed palm-first against the door, inches away from your head. You turned to face the culprit, and immediately dropped your bag containing the maps, battle arrangements, and strategy notes for the day, but attempted to look calm.

"You're one tough nut to crack, you know that?"

Leo grumbled, and as he met your gaze with narrowed, annoyed eyes, you felt some part of your heart skip a beat.

"...Fine. Give me a kiss, and then you can go. Oh, and you can tell that damned knight of yours where to shove his lance."

You knew that, being his usual self, Leo became jealous quite easily. And you sensed that one of the reasons he was so averse to you leaving every day, though a bit childish, was due to the flirtations and borderline harassment of one of the knights in the squadron you had been commanding. His words and declarations of affection were uncomfortable at worst, but he could also be a bit handsy-and that was where Leo drew the line. If it were up to him, he'd make sure your admirer was moved all the way across the continent, if it meant he wouldn't have access to his beloved partner.

"...Leo, I have an idea. Instead of just me leaving...why don't you join me?"

Smoothly, you slid your arms around Leo's waist, and snuggled right up to his chest to meet his eyes.

"You could come with me, and we could spend the whole day together-and you could protect me?"

You put on your best pair of puppy-dog eyes, and you could already feel him cracking under your influence.

"I suppose I could get the day off today...Xander will be annoyed, but when you put it like that.."

A thoughtful grin crossed the mage's face, and without any more hesitation, he pressed a warm, strong kiss to your waiting lips. In your head, you silently cheered at winning over so much quality time with your sweet, adoring partner-even if he surely would not go easy on you or your soldiers.

“Just one moment, little one. I need to speak with my advisor, but I’ll be back soon.”

Without as much as a glance, Xander reached over to pat your head before rushing out the door, in a hurry to get to his meeting. As soon as he was gone, you crossed your arms over your chest, frustration etched onto your face.

“Ugh! I hope you get your hair caught in your armour again!”

You realized your reaction was rude as soon as the words left your mouth, though at least by then your brother was already out of earshot. You slumped down on one of the chairs in Xander’s room, sighing as you traced your finger over the soft fabric you sat upon. In a row, every one of your siblings had blown you off when you attempted to talk to them-Leo was busy arranging his books, Camilla had training with her retainers, Elise had horseback practice, and now Xander was gone, too. If Corrin were here, you were sure he would have made the time to play with you, especially considering that today was more special than usual-it was your birthday.

“Happy birthday to me….happy birthday to me…”

You sang softly under your breath, gazing out the window to the world outside castle Krakenberg, and the slowly setting sun. It hurt that your family had forgotten, although in your heart you realized that what they were doing was probably much more important. Perhaps you could celebrate the day after…or, you would just wait for the next year. You could wait a whole year-if it helped them, you would wait a hundred years without having a birthday. As you settled into the comfy sofa near Xander’s bed, you gently rested your head on the arm with a yawn, not noticing how tired you really were. Sleepy, you closed your eyes, and drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.

“Little one? Wake up, little one!”

“Nnh..”

You immediately raised your head and blinked your eyes open, groggy and tired from the catnap. Outside, it had become dark-and crowded around you with the eldest kneeling at your side, were the four faces of your beloved siblings.

“Mmh…g'morning..”

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, and only just realized the concern in their expressions, mainly Xander’s.

“Little one, I am so, so sorry. I can’t believe I let your special day slip my mind.”

“I’m sorry too! I was so distracted that I didn’t even realize-I’m sorry!”

“My dear, let your big sister give you a hug. It’s the least I can do for not paying you enough attention.”

“I can’t imagine how lonely you must have felt today…you have my sincerest apologies. It’ll never happen again, that’s for sure.”

The four of them begged for your forgiveness, each one feeling equally guilty-but to their combined surprise, you started laughing and smiling in place of sadness. And, when Xander questioned your reaction, you reached out your arms and wrapped them around his neck, to give him a hug.

“This is exactly what I wanted-for all of us to spend time together. It doesn’t matter if you guys forgot-you’re here now, and that’s what counts! Big brothers, big sisters-I love you guys so much!”

Your siblings practically teared up at such a heartwarming statement, and after a collective group hug, the five of you decided to do some quality activities together as a family.

“Ooh! Ooh! Let’s have castle races again! Last one to the courtyard is a rotten big brother!”

Without hesitation, Elise took off at high speeds out of the room with you on her tail, and your three eldest siblings left in the dust-though, in mere moments, you found Xander eagerly sprinting behind the two of you, Camilla and Leo desperate to catch up.

“Ah, ha! Well, if your rotten brother catches you, then you’re going right in the pond!”

You furrowed your brow in annoyance, but complied to your brother's wishes nonetheless. Parting your lips, you allowed Xander to spoon some hot soup into your mouth-and immediately, you felt nothing but humiliation.

"Xander, please-I'm not a baby anymore. You don't need to feed me."

Despite the usual strong, stoic, harsh exterior that most saw your brother as, he honestly and truly was nothing more than an embarrassing older sibling. Both him and Camilla continued to baby you well into your adolescent years, and it seemed like they had no intentions of stopping anytime soon. Even now, Xander simply chuckled at your statement, and gently placed the bowl back on the tray in your lap.

"That's true. Physically, you aren't a child any longer. But you must understand, my sweet little marigold-in my eyes, you will always be that small, adorable sibling of mine."

It wasn't often that Xander was so vulnerable and soft, and so despite how bashful or embarrassed you felt, you decided to suck it up for the moment. At the very least, he wasn’t reprimanding you for going out into the cold without a scarf like he asked you to, which was partly the reason you were sick in the first place. 

“...I suppose.”

“Wonderful. Then, I will continue to make sure you recover completely. Open up, here comes the ferry boat..”

He lifted the spoon to your lips once more, chuckling as your nose flushed with embarrassment.

“X-Xander! Come on!”

The young children before you scrambled over each other to get into a lineup, as was the routine for the last day of every week. It was the day that you, the eldest of the Hoshido royal siblings, would perform the most important of ceremonies-it was time for the weekly hair trimming, cleaning, and brushing. Having your own thick Hoshidan hair to manage was difficult enough, but with four younger siblings and a fifth on the way, it had become quite the difficult task. Thankfully for you, you had a group of very well-behaved children-most of the time.

“Come on, Kumi-beside me, remember?”

Little Kamui took her baby brother by the hand and led him back to the line, before he toddled off too far. With Ryoma at the age of eight, and all the way down to Takumi at two years old-minus the baby kicking about in your mother’s stomach-you had a spread out group of siblings. And, though as the oldest it was your duty to discipline your younger brothers and sisters, you loved each and every one of them to pieces.

“Alright, time for washing! Ryoma, Hinoka, make sure you hold back your hair this time.”

You shuffled the wooden buckets of water over to each of the children, and with a swift countdown, all four of them dunked their heads inside. You had to keep a close eye on Takumi, to make sure he wouldn’t get any up his nose-but once all of them had cleaned their hair in the sweet-smelling water, you sat them down and helped them dry it. After that, you snipped Kamui’s bangs and trimmed Hinoka’s split ends, and otherwise cleaned up their haircuts neatly with your handy knife. Finally, it was time for the most relaxing part-you pulled out an array of brushes and handed one to each of the children, before placing Takumi in your lap and taking a seat on the floor.

“Big brother’s got such long hair…Ryoma, slow down, so I can catch up!”

Sitting in a tight circle before you, the three elder children brushed one another’s hair, while you gently worked out the knots in Takumi’s still growing locks. The way Hinoka marveled at her brother’s hair as she ran a brush through it made you smile, as well as the sight of Ryoma taking great care to be gentle with Kamui’s loose curls.

“Ooh! Big sister, can I give you a braid this time? Pretty pretty please?”

Kamui begged Hinoka, eyes glimmering-and without much hesitation, the older girl broke into a smile and agreed. In turn, she made two smaller braids in her brother’s hair, and Ryoma with his clumsy fingers managed to twirl his youngest sister’s hair into ringlets. By the time they had finished, all but little Takumi had ridiculously cute changes to their respective styles.

“Can we go play now? Pleaaaaase? I wanna show Kumi how to use a sword, just like big brother!”

With a gentle grin, you laughed at Kamui’s declaration, and slowly stood up to carry your brother in your arms.

“I think Takumi’s a little young, dear, but I admire your enthusiasm. Why don’t we go outside, and you can show mother and father what you’ve learned from your older siblings?”

Kaden sighed, and sat back on his behind with his tail slowing from an excited wag. He had seen you washing the dishes from dinner and got excited to say hello, and so he had bounded up to greet you eagerly. Unfortunately for the both of you, you scared each other-his presence made you shriek and drop the plate you had been rinsing, and the shattering of porcelain forced him to yelp and scamper away just as quickly. Though he had good intentions, he knew from observation that you were nothing less than completely skittish around other humans. Even Corrin took a long time to get you to open up to him, even considering how calm and gentle of a person he was.

“You should just give up, buddy. Obviously that human’s got no idea what’s good-look at all these hairballs they left behind!”

Keaton, one of the other shapeshifters than Kaden could find solace in, playfully batted around one of the furry little tumbleweeds that had been left behind, his ears twitching with the thrill of the hunt-and suddenly, an idea struck the kitsune.

“That’s it! I know what to do!”

Grabbing hold of his precious stone, Kaden crouched to the ground and felt himself wobble and shift until he had adopted his more natural, foxy form, complete with an elongated tail and plenty of soft, glossy fur. He took off in some random direction and left his friend in his dust, and with the help of his sharpened senses, he managed to pick up on your scent trail. Dashing out of the camp proved easy with four legs instead of two, and as he approached the outskirts of the forest bordering the array of tents, he could feel the flowery scent of your hair becoming even stronger. Squirrels and rabbits and other such creatures scurried out of the way of the large kitsune and his huge paws, but thankfully for them, he had only one thing on his mind for the moment. It took a fair bit of tracking, but eventually he came upon a clearing in the forest-and sitting atop a worn tree stump, he finally spotted the human he had been looking for. The deer you had been feeding perked up at the sound of him crashing through the trees, and to your dismay, it scampered off back into the thicket of wood. 

“W...Wow..”

Your eyes that had turned in his direction glimmered with wonder, and also just a sliver of caution. To Kaden’s shock, you took hold of your sachet and carefully approached him, a gentle, tiny smile adorning your lovely face. 

“You’re beautiful...would you like some food, my friend?”

You offered him a handful of nuts and little berries, and though it wasn’t a usual part of his diet, he couldn’t help but eat them right out of your hand-fortunately, it seemed to make you quite happy. Kaden softly nuzzled your palm, and soon you found yourself petting the intimidating beast the same as how one would cuddle a puppy. 

“You remind me of someone...a person that’s very dear to me. Someone that I would love to be closer with, if only I could be less cowardly..”

You sighed, and stroked the kitsune’s head as he bumped his nose up against your arm. Soon, though, you pulled away from the fox and stood up straight, tucking the little bag of food away in your pocket.

“...But, I suppose that some things are simply not meant to be. Perhaps we’ll meet again, my dear.”

With the tenderness of a mother bird to it’s baby, you pressed a kiss to the beast’s snout, and turned to take your leave-and, unfortunately for you, you didn’t even take notice to the sudden transformation happening at your back, until a pair of arms were thrown around you from behind.

“Hey! That’s the most I’ve ever heard you talk!”

“K-Kaden-?!”