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thou-babbling-brook · 8 months

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Cold Feet

AO3

Rating: G

Word Count: 2216

Tags: Davenport Homestead, Assassin's Creed III, American Revolution, Canon Compliant, Happy Ending, Light Angst, Mild Hurt/Comfort, "The Wedding" Mission

Summary: Connor convinces Myriam to start her new life with Norris. Set during "The Wedding" Homestead mission between the chase sequence and the wedding scene. Hope you guys enjoy!

Connor would be the first to admit that he knew little to nothing about colonial wedding customs. Aside from a few comprehensive history and culture lessons from his teen years when he first traveled to Achilles, Connor knew nothing about the complexities of colonial weddings. Father Timothy had been kind enough to explain a few key details, such as “giving” Myriam away at the altar (which Connor was more than happy to do for his old friend), but details slipped Connor’s mind from time to time over the next several days of intense planning and preparation.

But there was one thing that Connor was sure they did not include: chasing the bride in question through the snow-covered trees minutes before her wedding.

The day began with as much chaos as one would expect. Before the roosters began to crow, nearly every member of the Homestead bustled about preparing for the joyous celebration. Oliver and Corrine worked hard preparing their finest wines for the occasion while preparing the livestock meat and crops gathered by Warren and Prudence – and of course, little baby Hunter, who cooed excitedly against his mother’s back. Once finished organizing the food, Prudence and Corrine joined the ladies in adorning Myriam in fine, comfortable fabrics suitable for the huntress. Ellen poked needles into the sides to ensure the stitching was up to par, while Diana and Catherine squawked at Connor and Norris for accidentally stepping near the bride’s suite (which Connor did not dare remind the ladies was his home).

In the meantime, Big Dave and Lance worked tirelessly to adorn both the inn and the church with banners and decor fit for the Homestead’s very first wedding. Big Dave lifted the chubby woodworker up to pin the wooden posts on the side of the inn, waving to Terry and Godfrey as the lumberers warned Norris of the horrors of marriage to come.

“You’ll ne’er be right ‘bout anythin’ again, ya hear me, boy?” Godfrey teased as he slapped his palm against Norris’s back.

“Aye, and forget about havin’ the covers to yerself! You’ll be shiverin’ like a leaf!” Terry explained. Norris merely laughed and shook his head.

In the church, Dr. White and Achilles aided Father Timothy in preparing his short sermon, arranging the pews, and finishing the final touches hours before the wedding. Even the Assassin recruits were more than happy to help with the preparations. Stephane set to work in the kitchen alongside Oliver to cater the large meal ahead. Duncan, ever the Catholic, assisted Father Timothy in rehearsing his sermon. Jacob offered his wisdom for marriage while he straightened Norris’s hair, while Dobby stood guard outside Myriam’s dressing room in case of wandering eyes from stray men. Clipper and Jamie helped Mr. Faulkner and the crew of the Aquila find their drunken ways to the church, all while Connor wandered about and assisted where he could.

So, given the day’s chaotic events, it was not surprising to Connor as he announced happily to the pacing Norris that all was in order that Myriam was “missing.” After all, the ladies had only just left her room. How much trouble could the huntress find herself in?

Apparently, thought Connor as he raced through the trees and leapt through the branches, quite a lot.

“Leave me be!” Myriam shouted as she jumped to the next branch, a stray branch slowing her down as it caught on her white dress. It was not enough to stop her, but it was enough for Connor to come within speaking distance.

“Why do you run?!” Connor replied, his voice echoing through the forest with concern lacing his tone. He swung to the next branch, careful not to slip and even more careful to ensure Myriam did not.

“Leave me be!” Myriam exclaimed. She crossed over to the next tree in an attempt to throw Connor off her trail. “I’m no housewife!”

Connor’s brow furrowed. While he could not necessarily speak for the entire Homestead, “housewife” would be one of the last descriptors attributed to Myriam. She was a huntress, and a respectable one at that. Through his confusion, Connor quickly ducked through another tree and sprinted across the large, sturdy branch. “No one thinks you are one!”

Myriam slid down a fallen tree, stumbling into the snow before whirling around to face Connor. “That’s what all of this means!”

A silence passed between the two as flurries of snow cascaded around them. Myriam sighed, grabbing her crown of flowers and tossing it to the ground. She sunk to the snowy ground and hid her face in her knees.

Quietly, Connor knelt beside Myriam. Lifting the flower crown into his hands, he joined her in the blanket of snow. He said nothing, only silently thumbing the daffodils adorning her crown. The two sat for a moment while gazing over the rushing river, watching as it cascaded over weathered rocks. Myriam reached forward and threw one into the water. When it sank to the bottom of the river, she huffed angrily through her nose.

“I don’t want to be some housewife that sits around waiting for her husband to come home,” she explained, tossing her hands into the air in frustration. “That’s not who I am. I’m not… I’m not some lady wanting to be kept pregnant and barefoot!”

“No one thinks you are one,” Connor repeated gently. Myriam shot a glare at the hulking man, Connor shrinking in on himself in response despite his size.

“That’s what this means! This whole wedding! Shoving me into this stuffy dress, preparing me to take vows, giving me away!” She stood, pacing by the riverside. She gave Connor an apologetic look. “No offense. If I want anyone to give me away, it would be you.”

Connor rose and nodded his head. “None taken. But what is it that causes you to believe that you will become a housewife?”

Rubbing the bridge of her nose, Myriam groaned before settling her hands on her hips and staring out into the river. “I… I don’t know!” She tossed her hands in the air again, rustling her hair and pacing back and forth. “I don’t belong inside a house cooking and cleaning and caring for a husband and an entire brood of children. I belong in the open air, in my hunting blinds, with my rifle in my hands!” Her hands formed the gesture of her weapon in question. Then, they fell to her sides. “If I marry Norris… I’ll be leaving behind all of my freedom that I worked so hard to gain.”

Stepping closer, Connor laid a hand on Myriam’s back. “That is not true,” he murmured quietly. “You know that better than I. Norris wants only for you to be happy.”

“Do I?” Myriam asked. Her voice faltered and she turned her nose to the rushing river. “What if, when we get married, all he wants is for me to sit at home and… I don’t know, wash his feet?”

Connor unintentionally wrinkled his nose. At the very least, the gesture provided a quick laugh for the two hunters. The uncomfortable silence returned soon after, broken only by the sounds of quiet chirping and rustling bushes.

“Norris did not fall in love with a housewife,” Connor finally spoke up. He met Myriam’s gaze with his own, gentle eyes. “Why would he expect such?”

“All men do,” Myriam sighed.

“I do not.”

“You are not all men.”

Connor glanced down at the flower crown in his hands, thumbing over the white petals. “Perhaps I am not.”

Myriam pinched her nose again. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to offend–”

“No, it is alright,” Connor assured her. His brows furrowed in thought while Myriam squinted into the horizon. Then, a candle sparked in his mind. “How much do you know of my people, Myriam?”

“I don’t see the point of your question,” Myriam remarked tersely. When Connor gave a serious expression, she sighed. “But to answer it, not much.”

He moved in front of Myriam. “I think you would like it very much. For my people, it is the women who lead. We may have chiefs and war councils, but these men are voted upon by our women. Clan Mothers lead the village. We trace our ancestry through our mothers. For women, marriage is not just a union of the husband and wife, but of the village to the couple.”

Myriam raised a brow. “Your point?”

Placing the flower crown upon her head, Connor continued. “You are not a housewife, but even if you were, it would not change who you are. You are a skillful leader and hunter. Norris knows this. He marries you because of it, not in spite of it. He admires you for who you are. You need be nothing else. And by marrying Norris, you unite our friends as a whole, too.”

Silently, Myriam adjusted the crown and tucked stray strands of hair behind her ears. “Do you really think so?”

“I know so.” He cracked a rare smile. “Besides, you are a better shot than Norris. If anyone will be the housewife, it will be him.”

Myriam snorted. “The bad part is that I think he would enjoy being a housewife.” Her shoulders shook as she began to laugh. “Could you imagine? Me, coming home with a pipe of tobacco sticking out of my mouth, my rifle on my back, and hares in my hands while Norris cooks and cleans?”

Connor chuckled, then gently led Myriam towards the path leading to the church. “But you cannot imagine such a fate until you are wed.”

“No,” Myriam smiled, “I suppose I can’t.” As they reached the church, Myriam turned to Connor with a mixture of fear and excitement.

“I’m scared.”

Connor nodded. “I know.”

“What do I do?”

“What do you do when you face a cougar?”

“I shoot it. Are you suggesting I shoot Norris?”

“No, but I am suggesting that you face him like you would any animal.” He laid his hands on her shoulders, squeezing gently. “You are a strong, cunning woman, Myriam. He loves you deeply. He would not be marrying you if he had no intention of respecting you.”

Myriam inhaled sharply. “How do I get over it?”

“The fear?”

“No, the weather – what else would there be?”

“You won’t,” chimed a gentle, soft voice. Prudence and Ellen emerged from behind the church. Ellen offered Myriam her bouquet of flowers while Prudence wrapped a white shawl around her shivering shoulders. Prudence patted her cheek. “When I married Warren years ago, I was terrified of our future. But you learn, in marriage, that you are both equally frightened.” She giggled along with Ellen and Myriam.

Ellen took Myriam’s hands in her own. “My marriage was an unhappy one,” she confessed. Connor looked on solemnly, catching Ellen’s somber gaze for a mere second before Ellen mustered a smile. “But I can offer this wisdom: a good husband will cherish his wife for her talents, her wit, her love, her devotion, and her faith. Norris practically worships the ground you walk on. He will make a fine husband.”

Myriam sniffled. “Fuck,” she cursed. “I can’t believe I’m crying like some… some old hag!” Prudence and Ellen laughed, rubbing Myriam’s shoulders before holding her tightly.

“Besides,” Prudence cooed, staring over Myriam’s shoulder into Connor’s watchful gaze, “once we have you and Norris married, we can finally focus our attention on finding Connor a wife.”

Cheeks flushing, Connor brought his fist to his mouth and cleared his throat. “That will not be necessary.”

“Oh, hush, Prudence,” Ellen giggled. “We mustn't scare him from the prospect yet.” She turned back to Myriam, kissing her cheek. “We have to go back inside, but we will support you no matter what.” Prudence nodded in agreement before waving goodbye, giggling alongside Ellen as they hurried into the church.

Myriam rubbed her arms and faced Connor, walking with him up the steps. “You will be there every step of the way?”

“Every step,” Connor assured.

“Okay.”

“How do you feel?”

“Terrified. Like I want to run away again,” Myriam chuckled breathlessly. Connor hummed and looped his arm with hers.

“I will be there regardless. I am sure Norris will be as well.”

Myriam smiled. “Thank you, Connor.”

“You do not need to thank me. You are my friend.”

She stood on her tiptoes, pressing her frigid lips to Connor’s freckled cheek. “No, but I will. Thank you.”

Blushing, Connor cleared his throat and led Myriam to the entrance of the church, where the guests began to rise as they spotted the bridge.

“Prudence and Ellen are right, though. We must find you a bride,” she whispered, doing her best to ignore the endless amount of eyes upon her and Connor.

Connor chuckled, patting her hand. “I can only hope she is not as fast nor agile as you.”

“Ha, ha. Who knew you had such a sense of humor?”

Years later, when Connor would find himself fidgeting in front of his betrothed’s longhouse, Myriam would loop her arm with his, kiss his flustered cheek, and walk him into the longhouse with the same kindness he had shown her before.

Luckily for Connor, his wife did not run into the trees. How fortunate he was indeed.

#assassin’s creed #ac3 #connor kenway #ratohnhaké:ton #fanfiction #my fanfic #assassin's creed fanfic #davenport homestead #myriam #norris #prudence #ellen #terry #godfrey #pretty much everybody in the damn homestead #that random cut from the chase sequence to the wedding bothers me so fucking much #so I simply decided to fill in the blanks #I hope you guys enjoy!#I love Connor sm he's a good friend

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overtsexting · 6 months

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Forrest is not Camilla’s husband’s child. She's always planned to tell him, and only wanted to wait until he was old enough to understand the concept of "don't repeat this around other people."

But one time, when the siblings are all together for a picnic, the infant, who’s just learning to form words and waddle rather than crawl, starts saying “da-da” while clamouring onto Leo’s lap. Leo laughs nervously and plucks him up into his arms.

“I’m not your father, Forrest.”

But it doesn’t deter the child, who keeps repeating his new favourite word while grabbing onto Leo’s fingers, shirt, anything he can find.

Leo shoots a panicked glance to Camilla, who’s too busy giggling to help. The whole image is so heartwarming to her—the way Leo holds him so carefully and protectively without thinking.

Leo sighs and adjust’s Forrest’s position in his arms, trying to shush him.

“He’s never this affectionate with my husband,” she offers, still smiling.

This time Leo shoots her a glare. She could at least try to be subtle, and refer to the man as Forrest’s father. His pointed look is disturbed by a hand pressing into his face, and he immediately turns his attention back to the happy toddler in his arms.

Elise, who’s sitting next to Leo, giggles, and offers a finger to Forrest—which he readily grabs. “Aw, he’s just the cutest! I never imagined you’d be so good with kids, Leo!”

Leo laughs nervously, tucking the baby’s hair behind his ear. “Well, he just likes me, I suppose.”

Forrest punctuates that with another “da-da!”

“Hehe, maybe he’s right!” Her words send a jolt down Leo’s spine. “You should have your own kids, Leo! You’re adorable with a baby in your arms.”

He shoots another panicked look at Camilla, who’s just smiling at him innocently. Unhelpful.

The picnic proceeds with Forrest sitting happily on Leo’s lap, and Elise and Corrin sitting nearby to play with him. Camilla even hands Leo the bottle to feed him—which he does with far too much ease for someone who doesn’t have a child of his own and has never done this before.

When lunch comes to a close, and it’s time to leave, Camilla walks over to scoop Forrest up out of Leo’s arms.

Forrest wails suddenly, crying out for “da-da.” After a moment of Camilla bouncing him on her hip, he quiets down, but that does little to help the utter mortification painted across Leo’s face.

This is how Xander begins to piece it together. His eyes are on Leo now—the way his cheeks are pink and his head is cast down in shame. Corrin and Elise seem completely oblivious.

Forrest’s initial adamance at calling Leo “da-da” had gotten him thinking. If he didn’t know them, he might assume Forrest was Leo’s son. Forrest looks so comfortable and natural in Leo’s arms, and Leo looks natural holding him. And even though his face is chubby with infancy, Forrest’s bone structure seems oddly similar to Leo’s—more similar than that of a half-nephew. With his soft blond hair, he is a spitting image of Leo when he was in his infancy.

But that is all coincidence, right? Genetics do strange things, and babies make noises. Except… were Forrest to refer to Xander as “da-da,” Xander would just laugh it off. Leo, instead, seemed to have grown more stressed with each of Forrest’s babbles. And now, he’s staring at the ground, refusing to meet Camilla’s eyes or look at her son.

Xander lets out a resigned sigh, which prompts Leo to glance up at him. Their eyes meet. Xander can sense the fear in Leo’s eyes, and he knows Leo can see the resigned recognition in his. He knows he should be disgusted, or at least surprised, but he struggles to find it in him. With the panic in Leo’s eyes now, and the happy smile he wore as he held his son earlier, Xander finds that he can’t hold any malice toward his younger brother. All he wants is for Leo to keep smiling—any emotions he has on the subject are irrelevant.

He gives a Leo subtle nod, and the tension in his brother’s shoulders seems to deflate. Leo looks away once more in shame.

Xander sighs again. He supposes he’ll have to talk to Leo—and perhaps Camilla—about this later.

#ficlet #i suppose #shipcest #camilleo #leomilla #fates #fire emblem #camilla!forrest #ntr mention #long post

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desperatehornymaid · 4 months

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"You're so silly Felicia, of course we can~"

"...Hrrngh!!~"

It doesn't take all that much sucking. Within 30 seconds, Corrin forcibly shoots a pitcher's load of cum down the maid's throat like a pressure washer. If Felicia's belly wasn't already chubby and bloated before, it is now.

And now she waits for the big belch~

While she slobbered on her Lady's cock with fervor... sometimes she wished it lasted an eence longer. No matter though, she now had a faux-pregnant belly full of cum... and with plenty of air bubbling up displaced by her new beverage... **BUUUUUAAAAAAAAARP!** A much more authentic, and quite unladylike belch... reeking of Corrin's spooge. Hmm... If Corrin likes... 'Fefe' did just make room for another load...~

#substantial gains

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outrealms-filth-factory · 1 year

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@hefty-little-and-milfy Corrin groaned, trying her best not to touch or embarrass herself before Maria arrived. Should she necessarily be ashamed at how easy she was to arouse? Maybe not. Should she be concerned the amount of things she desperately wanted to do with, and have done to her by, a hot woman? Mm... up to debate. Until Maria arrived though, the chubby futa struggling with her own depravity tried thinking of literally ANYTHING but the coming visit... so as not to have any fluids to clean up beforehand.

#filthy!corrin #hefty-little-and-milfy

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magnitudeofmuses · 1 year

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Mag's new muse list

Canon Muses:

Persona 5:

Ann Takamaki

Weight: 500 lbs

Makoto Niijima

Weight: 400 lbs

Danganronpa:

Sonia Nevermind

Weight: 700 lbs

Fire Emblem

Corrin: 900 lbs

Sakura: 600 lbs

Bernadetta: 600 lbs

Hilda: 700 lbs

Pokemon

Bea: 800 lbs

RWBY

Blake Belladonna: 750 lbs

Bleach

Rukia: 800 lbs

Hiyori: 1200 lbs

OC's

Yumiko

Weight: 700 lbs

Bio: Half dragon half human, and part time baker. A glutton who found herself working at a bakery, though spends more time sampling the goods than doing her job. Upbeat, with a happy go lucky attitude.

Role: Depends on the rp, feedee mainly, can be feeder, mutual gain

Yukari

Weight: 120 lbs/1200 lbs

Bio: A very gifted mage, born two two powerful mages. The study of magic was in her blood the day she was born, a bookworm who never turns down a tomb or a sweet. Easily flustered and just as easy to temp with a good snack.

Role: Feeder, can gain weight mutually or use magic to put on weight

Senna

Weight: 145 lbs

AU weight: 625 lbs

Bio: Quite and to herself, she spends most her time alone, she does have a few close friends and the one thing they all have in common is their weight. Secretly she had a thing for the larger types.

Role: Feeder

Name: Hiro Fujiwara

Age: 19

Gender: Male/Femboy

Height: 5'3

Weight: 350 lbs.

Bio: Hiro wasn't always fat, he was one a slim figured and more feminine boy than others. Often wearing more girlish clothes. Most people at first glance would mistake him for a girl until he'd tell them he wasn't. At first he was a bit embarrassed about how he looked and dressed that was until he was offered a job at a maid cafe which though that got his confidence up. Not the most athletic he had an appetite that didn't match his slim figured at the the time most his friends would joke he'd get fat but never seemed to gain weight. That changed when he began working at the cafe, getting free food, sweets, and the area populated by many fast food places his weight went up. Being the only plump boy among them, many people took an odd liking to him. Fueling his habits often buying him food or bringing him sweets which only made his appetite and gluttonous habits uncontrollable.

Personality: At times he's soft spoken, he has a fondness of meeting new people and quickly making friends.

Name: Yusuke

Height: 5'7

Weight: 180 lbs

Bio: A people person, popular, with a certain something that makes people just want to be around him. He's smart and athletic, when it comes to testing he's always ranked number one in school, I'm athletics he is the captain of the soccer team. When he isn't playing soccer he does track and field. In his free time he is often at the gym working out or studying. When he's wanting to relax he's either playing video games or watching anime. In secret, he has a fondness for chubby girls. It's even a rumor going around about it. All because a girl who he was friends with, who was slim at the time had gotten a bit chubby, then after taking a break in spring that same person had almost doubled in size, having put on a decent amount of weight.

#new muses #a work in progress

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nowis-scales · 1 year

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Rating: Mature

Fandoms: Fire Emblem IF / Fire Emblem Fates

Relationships: M Corrin / Felicia

Additional Tags: Romantic Fluff, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Self-Doubt, Childhood Friends, Parenthood, Post-War, Invisible Kingdom | Revelation Route, Implied/Referenced Sex, Implied/Referenced Pregnancy, Menstruation Mention

Word Count: 3,590 words

Summary: There is nothing Corrin has wanted more than to be a father, but as he and his wife begin to try for their first child after the war, he finds that she is harbouring a few more anxieties about parenthood than she was ready to admit. Hearing her concerns, he realizes that it's up to him to make her see what an amazing mom she's going to be.

[Read the Felicia/Corrin one-shot on AO3.]

When they were little, Corrin and Felicia used to play house.

It was one of their absolute favourite games. Shedding status and decorum, they would take on the roles of a simple husband and wife. Proud and loving, they pretended to be a couple who lived in the countryside, and worked hard for every piece of gold they had. They may not have been rolling in riches and jewels, but they were happy and healthy, and they had their love to keep them warm. In some versions of their game, they even had a daughter or a dog (depending on if Flora or Lilith wanted to play with them at the time). Their little lives were absolutely perfect, and they would spend hours just playing together, imagining a sweet, domestic life for themselves.

And in the end, Corrin supposes that they did get it, but… it’s certainly turned out a little differently than they planned.

He’s not entirely sure Felicia ever anticipated becoming the queen of a kingdom, much less one that had just recently been freed from an insane god.

Then again, Felicia never thought she would marry him. In fact, he’s pretty sure he recalls several remarks about how she would probably never get married at all. “I’m far too clumsy to make a good wife,” she would sigh, lamenting her restriction to enjoying romance through novels, unaware that Corrin was completely smitten with her. After all, those little games of house didn’t come out of nowhere. Even growing into a young adult, he couldn’t ignore the growing desire to have her as his own, so while she never anticipated her future, he spent years fantasizing about the joy of it all. The flustered giggles that came with the first handholding in courtship, the months spent tasting cakes and choosing fabrics for their grand marriage, the cool summer evenings spent flirting and fawning over each other until they somehow wound up in bed, the late nights and early mornings they would spend with their chubby little baby… Life sure had taken a turn for his lovably awkward wife, but for him, it was almost exactly where he wanted to be. Of course, being king did make several aspects of life pretty different – and unfortunately, some of them did tamper with his vision. He still has what he desperately wanted with her, but… things aren’t always so straightforward and sweet. Some aspects of life are just a bit more than he initially bargained for – and in this case, that includes having children.

Their fellow officials have been on their backs about having a baby for months now. He always kind of thought that Xander and Ryoma were exaggerating when they said that babies are all anyone talks about once you get to a certain age – no. Much to his frustration, his brothers were unfortunately quite correct. He has never seen so many people so fascinated with the idea of two other people having sex. It seems as if everyone has been pestering him to just get Felicia pregnant already. It’s certainly not as if he hasn’t been trying, either, it’s just a lot of pressure. Not just for him, either, but for both of them. There is more to having a baby than just the actual act of getting pregnant with one. If there’s one thing he knows about his wife, it’s that motherhood worries are probably the kind of thing that’s going to keep her up at night… which only makes it worse that today is a good day in her monthly schedule.

Knowing that has made the day a blur for them both. Her more so than him, but it is hard to focus on whatever arbitrary problem the courtiers are having when you’re busy worrying about your wife. Towards the end of the day, he feels as if he has done nothing but repeatedly glance at Felicia, searching her face from moment to moment just to see the slightest twitch. He’s sure that by now some of the others have noticed that neither the king nor the queen is focused on the task at hand, but nobody seems to mind all that much. There’s probably some rumour floating around that their lack of focus is exhaustion from night after night of dragon’s bliss… He really hopes that one never leaves the castle.

Still, in a way there is an exhaustion that overtakes them, it’s just the kind that comes from micromanaging themselves all day. It is only once they settle into the beginning of a nice, quiet dinner alone that either of them can even begin to feel peace. Rather than dining out in the open, the couple requested that they have some time alone in a private room. After all, if all of their time is given to their people, surely they should be allowed just a little bit alone as husband and wife. Luckily, the staff agreed that such a prospect was reasonable, likely hoping that their intimate night alone would breed good fortune for their country’s potential heir. Thankfully, this meant that by the time dinner rolled around, Corrin was finally able to relax his shoulders a little.

Some of that admittedly came from the fact that tonight’s dinner dish was as good as it was. With the gifts of land from both Xander and Ryoma, Nohrian and Hoshidan culture quickly became blended with what remained of the Vallites. This meant that the cuisine had, in part, evolved to become something fresh, new, and undeniably delicious. Tonight’s dinner is proof of that: black sesame tan tan men, paired with three steamed pork buns each for added protein. The whole meal is steaming hot and smells both nutty and meaty, practically making both of their mouths water at the smell. For the first few minutes of the meal, the two of them are more focus on their bowls than they are each other, taking in happy, greedy bites. After a long day of work that left them starving, the food is so hypnotizing that when Felicia speaks, it takes Corrin a few extra seconds to pull away.

“So… today’s another good day, huh?”

He can’t help but notice how her voice shakes a little bit when she says it, with that same little waiver that tinges her speech when she’s trying to be cool about something. A small smile graces her lips, but it doesn’t match the look in her eyes.

“It should be, if we have your schedule right.”

There had been an incident with that, in the past. Just as Felicia could forget which direction was north and which was south, she often forgot exactly when her period had started each time that it happened. This meant that once or twice they were missing the target by more than just a little bit. Oh, how annoyed some of the healers overseeing them had been on that day! Still, he couldn’t blame her for that – from what he knew, menstruation was a period of severe discomfort for her, perhaps even more so than for the average woman, so it must have felt like it went on for ages. He’s sure that she’s looking forward to missing it when she’s pregnant.

“So after dinner’s over, do you wanna give some time for our food to settle and then, um…?” It’s hard not to smile at the way Felicia’s face turns strawberry-red, and how she almost seems to cringe at having to say the word. “Y’know.”

With that reaction, you’d have thought it was her first time asking for a night of sexual intimacy. Corrin chuckles softly, shaking his head. “You’re not nearly this bashful in the bedroom, Felicia.”

His wife lets out a loud squeak and grabs her ponytail, hiding her embarrassment in her silky pink hair. “D-Don’t say stuff like that so casually! What if someone hears you?”

Reaching across the table, Corrin places a comforting hand on Felicia’s. “Hey, it’s a private dinner, you have nothing to worry about,” he assures her, patting her hand, “Besides, I’m only teasing. It’s just so cute how you still seem to get so bashful over it. It’s not like it’s our first time.”

Slowly but surely, Felicia releases her hair to reveal her still-pink face, her lips pursed into an adorable pout. “I know, I know… It’s just really intimate, that’s all. I’m not used to talking about it like it’s no big deal.”

Corrin sighs, still trying to keep that smile on his face. He leans back in his chair, hoping to appear nonchalant. Truth be told, he’s as shy about some of this stuff as she is, but he does like knowing that thinking of him in such a way stirs passion in her. If only they could be harnessing that passion in full, instead of fretting and fussing over all the minor details.

“I know what you mean. With all this fuss around baby-making, the whole thing is starting to feel a little procedural. It’s not usually a subject we can talk about so openly like this, but throw the kingdom’s heir into the mix, and now suddenly everyone’s invested.”

Felicia nods, biting her lip. “It’s weird… I can’t say that I like it, but I guess everyone’s just r-really excited about us having a baby, yeah? They want a little crown prince or princess to dote on.”

“I guess that’s a more positive way of looking at it.”

He pauses, turning the noodles around with his fork. It’s weird to talk about this with her. Not the actual baby making part, as they’ve discussed the logistics, but the social perspective. This whole time he’s had to wonder if she feels as uncomfortable as he suspects, watching her every moment, but he’s had no opportunity to ask. Part of him wants to just blurt out everything to her in some sort of word vomit, but he doubts that would be helpful. Spontaneously subjecting your partner to chamberpot treatment is a bit unfair. So, when he sees the opportunity, he tries to make it a bit more graceful.

“It just feels like a lot of pressure sometimes, though, doesn’t it?”

She nods once more, this time much more enthusiastically. “Gods, it is so much pressure! Everyone keeps telling me that I need to get pregnant, that we only have so long to have kids, but nobody really bothered to ask me if I was ready. I haven’t been offered parenting tips or, or anything! Just a lot of questions about when it’s going to happen. They’re coming from everybody – even Father asked the last time he wrote to me!”

Corrin tries not to cringe at that last part. He knows that Kilma is probably just being a doting father, given his particular affection for Felicia, but he knows his expectations have always exerted some pressure on both of the twins. It’s probably even worse for her now, knowing that somewhere, Flora is on the other end of this – “Why can’t you settle down like your sister, Flora? Find a nice husband and start having children. We need the tribe to grow strong, and they will do that with a strong family guiding them!”

Able to do nothing else, he laughs awkwardly instead. “I don’t know why everyone’s so fussed up about it. It’s not like we don’t want to have kids, right?”

“Right!” Felicia throws her arms in the air dramatically, nearly knocking over her dinner. For once, however, her reflexes kick in and she manages to catch the bowl before it spills. “We used to play pretend family all the time! It’s not like we don’t want them, it’s just… parenting is kind of scary.”

Oh.

He was right. That is what it’s about for her. His heart aches, and his expression softens at the sound of those words. He always suspected that motherhood worried her, yet it feels different to hear the words from her mouth. Different than he thought it would feel, anyway. He has no control over it, but he wishes she wouldn’t be afraid. She’s one of the kindest, most nurturing people that he’s ever had the pleasure of knowing.

“What about it scares you?”

Felicia shifts awkwardly in her seat, her gaze darting down to stare at her food. “It’s just… I’m not sure I’m worthy to be the mother of a crown prince or princess. Most days I don’t even feel like I’m worthy of being queen.”

“Felicia, you-”

“You know it’s true! I’m still the same scatterbrained klutz I was back in the Northern Fortress. I can’t do anything by myself without completely messing it up. What if I messed up while taking care of our baby?”

A look of serious alarm crosses Felicia’s face, and tears begin to well up in her eyes. One look at her face in that state, and Corrin’s stomach drops.

“What if I slip while holding them? What if I put too much comfy stuff in their crib and they suffocate? What if I oversleep and leave them hungry? You know how important the breastfeeding tradition is in my tribe! I’d never forgive myself if I forgot something so important!”

With her tendency to spiral with hard thoughts, it is no surprise to Corrin that she is now holding her head and letting out shaky breaths. He can hear and see her trying desperately not to cry. Gods, this must have been weighing on her for longer than he knew. He could kick himself for not having asked sooner. No matter. He cannot waste another moment sitting idly by. He rises from the table and rushes to her side, kneeling to hold her hand once more. As he gets closer, he can hear her whimpering. Her bottom lip quivers as she turns to down at him, and he cannot help but frown as he sees the tears begin to drip down her cheeks.

“Felicia, you’re being far too hard on yourself. Any child we have would be lucky to have you as a mother. You may be clumsy and forgetful sometimes, sure, but when push comes to shove, you are one of the most reliable and compassionate people I know.”

Felicia only lowers her head further, letting out a quiet sob.

“Washing dishes and doing laundry is one thing, but I’ve never seen one important job that you did not take seriously. When you truly put your mind to something, you come out the other side okay. Silas told me about those exercises that you guys did together, and he said you did great.”

“They didn’t even work…” Felicia moans pitifully, swiping at her eyes.

“They took some particular thinking,” he corrects, placing a hand on her hand, “And if that thinking happens to be too particular, we can work on it. Every parent does some reading and practicing before they get into it. Nobody starts out knowing everything.”

She shakes her head, still desperately hiding her eyes behind her bangs. Moments ago, their dinner was welcome respite from their pressures, yet now he can see how deeply they are weighing on her. How long as she spent today thinking about them, he wonders? For her sake, he pushes a smile.

“I don’t remember you being inattentive at all when we used to play house together,” he adds, “In fact, you were a very good mother. You remembered everything about our daughter.”

“That’s because our daughter was Flora.”

“But you remember everything about Flora. And you were always at her side when you thought she needed you, regardless of whether she told you she needed the help. Remember that time she got sick with the flu, but kept trying to work like she was fine? You were all over her. Even when we finally managed to get her in bed, you were ready to feed her, bring her medicine, and even cool her down with your powers. You were a diligent caretaker, even if you sometimes messed up along the way.”

“I still messed up.”

Corrin quirks a brow. “Have you ever thought to ask Flora if she minded you did? She was probably touched that you cared so much. I know I was, when you helped me all those years ago. You put yourself out of commission, but you did it because you cared about me.”

It is this comment that, finally, prompts Felicia to lift her head. Tears continue to wet her lashes, but they do not fall. It is almost like they are waiting, ready to be convinced that what Corrin is saying is truth. As for the rest of her eyes, the sparkling pools of azure he loves so dearly – they are sharp, shocked into stopping – just like the rest of her. Her body is incredibly still now.

“If that kind of compassion and self-sacrifice doesn’t make you capable of being a great mom, I don’t know what does.”

“But what if they’re embarrassed of me?” She whispers, biting her lip. “What if they think I cry or talk too much?”

“Felicia, this is our kid we’re talking about.” Corrin half-laughs. “Do you really think they won’t cry and talk a lot too? We’re very emotional people. They’ll have to learn it from somewhere!”

By the grace of the gods, Felicia finally lets out a tiny giggle and wipes her nose on the back of her free hand. The remaining tears begin to be blinked away. “I guess that’s true.”

“Exactly. I know you have your reasons to be worried, and you’re allowed to be, but I don’t want you to be too hard on yourself, either. I have full confidence that you’re going to be a great mom. Anything that might come up is just something we can work on. The gods know that I have things that I should be working on, too.”

To this, Felicia quirks a brow. That soft grin of hers is still there, but she seems to lean towards him a little bit, as if interested. She sniffles. “You have stuff you want to work on?”

“You don’t think I should?”

“Well, i-it never hurts to practice anything – it’s what Gunter always told us, but you’re already so kind and loving, I guess I just have a hard time thinking about what you should improve on,” she laughs softly, “For what it’s worth, you were a great dad when we were kids, too.”

Corrin pokes his tongue out from between his lips. “I thought that didn’t count because our daughter was Flora?”

She swats at him playfully, careful to be too far away to even make an impact. He’s glad to see that she has learned from the last one or two times where she did accidentally swat him. “Only for me. You didn’t share a womb with her for nine months,” she sniffles, her tone then turning more serious, “Really though, Corrin, is there something you’re worried about too?”

He shrugs. “It’s just as you said, Felicia. Parenting is scary. I worry about being too much or not enough, or both at the same time. I know that the family situation that I was raised in is unique, so I can’t help but wonder if it’s going to affect the way that I interact with our child, but…”

“But?”

“But when I think about having you at my side, I know I can do it. We may not have had the easiest or the most straightforward lives, but these days, things are different. We have a beautiful kingdom, lots of loyal subjects, a big and loving family, and best of all, a continent at peace. Even if it seems scary, I know that everything will be okay. We’ll take care of each other and our baby all the same.”

Felicia wipes at her eyes once more. “I think that’s a really nice way of looking at it.”

“I’m glad you think so. The last thing I want is for you to feel like you’re doing this alone.”

“When I have you with me?” She shakes her head. “Never.”

Corrin lets out a sigh of relief as he rises from the ground, leaning over instead to embrace his wife. She receives him readily, wrapping him in her arms and holding him tight. She’s been hugging him since their youth, but every time he finds himself overwhelmed by her scent. Mint and clean bedsheets, he remembers readily. They are the two smells that have always reminded him of home. Just being close to her is enough to put a smile on his face as he draws back from their hug, and as he catches her eye as he’s moving, a glint of mischief stops him in his tracks.

“You know, um… today is still a good day for me,” Felicia says quietly, her cheeks dusted rouge, “Any chance I could thank you for this later?”

Corrin swallows hard, blood rushing to his face. Oh. He was not expecting to get lucky after that conversation, but like hell is he complaining that he’s going to. Heat pools in his stomach. They’re… probably going to be needing to do some of that parenting practice sooner rather than later, if that’s the case. Nevertheless, the words are barely out of Felicia’s mouth when he finds himself nodding enthusiastically.

“S-Sure,” he sputters out like a doofus, “If only you’ll allow me the same.”

Planting one last kiss on his cheek, she murmurs, “It’s a deal.”

#2/2 of a request! (requests not open sorry 😅)#fire emblem fates #fire emblem Corrin #fire emblem Felicia #fire emblem fates revelation #fire emblem fanfiction #Koto writes FE Fates

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skunts-own-truth · 5 months

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end of year asks! 18 and 25

18- A memorable meal:

An absolutely wonderful meal I had this year was had over a prewritten adventure of the Yellow King RPG we were playtesting for Pelgranepress. Seeing that the game was set in 1890s Paris, we decided to go for a light French them, with absinthe, and this lovely sausage dish Dorothy prepared. A lot of eating was done in character, and the players absolutely stomped the scenario we were assigned. All in all, a fantastic time.

25- Any characters made this year?

I’m always making characters, be it for roleplay, writing with my wife, or general story-use. I have a few stand outs that I really like, from a pair of soul-bound inquisitors for a future Dark Heresy campaign, trolls, an awfully named but lovely lady, to a jerk-ass brother-in-law & rival to one of my Runequest players, but the one I’m really into right now is sorta an older character given new life… by becoming a completely different character. My Herbert West-type mean, chubby doctor, name of Corrin D. Ashurst, was recently retooled into a nun for an AU. This new gender swapped Corrin took me and my wife by storm, and it was decided only a week ago that she’s too good to just be a gender swap of Corrin, she needs to be her own character entirely. So, more work has been put into her, some distancing from the source character, and she now exists separately with the new name of Justine. We haven’t gotten to use her in a story yet, but she’s burning a hole in my brain wanting to get out.

Bit of a rambling answer, but I’m doing night audit at work on Christmas night so I’ll allow myself a wee bit of a ramble.

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chubbyheroesworthyheroes · 5 years

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Might I request some fluffy Felicia/m!Corrin feeding hijinks (5, 9, 10 ,11, maybe a bit of 6 if you're feeling it)? I would be eternally grateful

5) Stuffing/feeding/etc.9) Button popping/seam ripping/etc.10) Humiliation11) Magical wg6) Mutual wg

Being stuck in the castle for his whole life, there were several ways Corrin learned to pass the long, long time he often had on his hands. If asked, he could tell you how many stones and the various types that were used to construct the great fortress, how often people come and go, and what times of year they were most likely to eat certain dishes. Food, however, was usually the high point of staying within the halls of the Northern Fortress. Being a part of the royal family, and only visited by the others – practically never by Garon himself – no one really told him no or questioned why the prince would eat maybe a little too much or at odd times of day.

The servants at the fortress were, in general, rather kind. Corrin got to know those closest to him, such as Jacob and Lilith, as well as the maids, Flora and Felicia. It was one of the sister maids, however, that the young prince ended up becoming closest with. She was almost desperate to please – which, given how clumsy she could be at her job, wasn’t very farfetched. When the other staff grew too frustrated with her spilling tea, breaking plates or messing up laundry, it was Corrin who often asked her to spend time with him. Many retainers though he may have, they had plenty of other duties to attend to considering he never left the fortress, and so he was still often left on his own. Felicia was good company; she was lively and genuine, and even if she wasn’t a good cook, she was determined to make sure Corrin enjoyed their time together.

So, while King Garon desired for Corrin to become a strong, battle-worthy asset, he ended up spending more time eating meals with his favorite maid instead of training.

At first, it started out simply enough. They’d have long talks and tea with sandwiches or cakes of varying kinds. Corrin got to learn more about Felicia herself, as well as her family and her people. She quickly became a friend to him, and then, more than a friend as they continued to bond. Their meals stretched out longer and longer as they talked in more depth or simply spent time together in a comfortable silence. Seeing how Corrin seemed to enjoy all the different foods that the kitchen staff could create, Felicia would bring more and more to choose from as time went on. Their meals could extend for several hours at a time, with the two of them eating and drinking in utter excess.

Now, no longer dedicating the time he used to to training, and eating so much, it was starting to show up very clearly on him. Corrin started to notice that his armor no longer fit as it should, and so stopped using it entirely – telling himself that he’d get it refitted, but never actually getting around to it. He switched over to wearing looser, more comfortable clothing, but even those only lasted so long as his weight continued to climb.

What started off as simply his face filling out a little, or perhaps a bit of softness around his middle, soon graduated to not being able to get pants on or popping a button off of a shirt. One such occurrence happened while he was sharing dinner with his visiting siblings. He’d been laughing at a story Elise was recounting about her retainers, when the pressure of his too tight shirt suddenly let up around the apex of his belly, the shiny button pinging off a few dishes before spinning onto the table in plain sight. There was a deathly silence afterward, everyone at the table surprised by the suddenness and secondhand embarrassment of it all, until Leo snickered from behind his hand.

“Well, nice to not be the one having clothing issues for once,” he chuckled, not entirely in a derisive manner, but neither was it lighthearted ribbing. “I might be a bit forgetful when it comes to checking if my shirts are in proper order, but at least I fit into mine!”

Camilla and Xander were quick to try and chastise their younger brother, but the words had been put out there on top of what had happened, and Corrin couldn’t help going red in the face. He wanted nothing more than to disappear into his quarters, but there was still food left on the table, and he didn’t want to waste the time he had with his siblings, as it was few and far between that they visited. He fidgeted in his seat afterwards, trying not to let his eyes dart down to the soft, pale flesh that was poking out of the space left behind from his burst button. It all but oozed out of his confining clothes, no matter how much he attempted to suck in his stomach as conversation was sharply turned away to something noncommittal.

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Later that night, Corrin had been changing into his night clothes when there was the sound of something skidding across the floor before a loud bang from his door that made him jump – his plump belly and round tits bouncing with the sudden motion. Felicia peeked her head in sheepishly not too long after, cheeks flushed and a tremble in her body that Corrin could see from where he was standing. Giving her a quizzical look, he asked her what she needed – it was rather late, after all, and he still held his nightshirt in a chubby hand, everything above the waist bare to the cool of the night air.

“I just–! I wanted to, um–! Y-You know, this went a lot better in my head…,” she stammered, fidgeting and fussing, her eyes seeming to dart up to his face, before dropping down to his gut, and then repeating the whole process as she prattled on nervously. Taking a deep breath – and, perhaps, holding it a bit too long, as her pink cheeks went a darker scarlet – before practically shouting out, “I saw you bust your button off at dinner, and I couldn’t look away while watching you eat and eat even after, and–” She devolved into a bit of a rushed mess after that, but what Corrin did hear made him blush and had his heart beating excited-nervous in his chest.

“So, you…don’t think it’s a bad thing? The way I eat like a spoiled pig?” Corrin prodded, testing. He’d been sweet on Felicia for a while now, but was she really being serious here? Liking that he stuffed his face until he literally burst out of his clothes?

“We…Well, you’re a prince, right?” the maid pointed out, seeming to gain a little bit of confidence after getting everything out in the open and not immediately being rejected. “Royalty should do whatever they feel like, eat whatever they like and however much of it that they want to. A prince should show off his luxury to others…Should look like he enjoys every bit of excess that passes his lips.” Her tone is short and breathy, face still a bright red, but no longer out of nervousness or fear.

Corrin closed the distance between them, almost crowding Felicia in by the door with is chubby figure. “If you’re a part of that excess, I can’t think of a better way to live. After all, eating with you has been one of the best things in my life. Eating for you can only be better, right?” Boldly spoken, a smirk on his cherubic face as he thought about it. Thought about all the meals Felicia and he would share, every luxury they could enjoy together – unrestrained and uncaring for what others thought. If they wanted to mock or be disgusted, they’d make sure that envy and jealousy over their gluttonous decadence was quick to overtake any other feeling.

Felicia was all too happy to do her part. She made sure that Corrin ate only the largest, most lavish meals all day long. If his arms got tired of the mechanical action of raising a spoon or fork or glass to his lips, she cheerfully took over; whispering sweet nothings and light teasing in his ears as she hand-fed him. She got a front row seat to how Corrin grew and expanded day after day, month after month. He either spent his time in bed, or set up at the great dining table – no matter where he was, he always had a full mouth and a hungry belly. A belly which had grown exponentially at Felicia’s devoted attention. The staff were constantly trying to keep up with the prince’s appetite and waistline – more food being made, and clothes continuously being adjusted.

Corrin’s thighs and hips squished out between the seat of his chair and the arms, love handles and belly pressing down on the arms from above. The thick, heavy wood of the chair creaked and groaned; it wouldn’t last much longer, and would need to be replaced just like the ones that had come before it. His lap was completely obscured, and if not for the way his seat forced his fat legs together, Corrin’s monster gut would be forcing them apart – begging for more room to expand. It was a thing of beauty, quite honestly; pale and quivering as he demolished whatever was set before him, it was long past the point of ever seeming to get full. Throughout meals, Felicia would rub and squeeze that behemoth of a belly, kneading the plush fat with one hand and filling it up to the brim with food with the other hand. Shirts could only contain it for so long, and rarely did they last through an entire meal, so it was often on display to some degree as the day wore on.

With every meal made, Felicia added a bit of Ice Tribe magic to it – living in such a cold area, they had long ago harnessed magic to help themselves survive; often, this came in the form of adding fat reserves to the body to make it through freezing winters that never seemed to have an end. For her, it was easy enough to double or triple the amount of calories any one meal contained. She could slow down Corrin’s metabolism to a crawl, making the weight pile on that much faster. It worked such wonders on her love, and it warmed her heart to see her tribe’s skills being used to make someone she cared for so much so large and happy in his ever increasing size.

Of course, with all this food around, Corrin wasn’t the only one to put on weight. Before, the two of them had always shared meals together, and the sheer amount of rich food had shown up on Felicia as well. Certainly not to the same degree as her beloved prince, but she’d developed quite the lovely, slightly exaggerated hourglass figure; all soft curves around her widened hips, and overflowing breasts that Corrin would often lazily but lovingly grab and tease when she leaned over to press a forkful of food to his lips.

No matter what others in Garon’s court thought or said about the steadily growing royal, Corrin and Felicia were completely and utterly in love with each other and the lifestyle of indulgence – both food and affection – that they’d jumped into together.

#Anonymous #male weight gain #male wg #female weight gain #female wg #mutual weight gain #mutual wg #chubby!corrin #corrin/felicia #ffff i hope this was worth the wait!#I'm gonna try to work on those october prompts now so that maybe i'll be caught up

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basickinkartist · 5 years

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Yeah Corrin is such a cutie! Would it be ok if I could request a pic of him? Just just him being his usual cute, tubby self! It's fine if you don't want to though!

Corrin is on vacation with Camilla to check off their to-do list. Camilla INSISTED that Corrin have the amazing popsicles exported from Nifl. Corrin is a B I G (emphasis on big) fan of them.

Got a couple requests for Corrin so I thought I'd group them together for..."efficiency"...

I also made it summer themed because I really haven't done anything for summer yet, so here you are!

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michigandrifter · 5 years

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The Far Country 1954

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sparkklyelfcosplay · 5 years

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From last Christmas. A costest of Corrin from Fire Emblem 💖🎄💖

#curvycosplay #chubby cosplayer #chubbycosplay #curvy cosplayer #cute #cute cosplay #cute cosplayer #corrin #corrin cosplay #costest #corrin fire emblem #christmas cosplay

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elizabeethan · 3 years

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Mandela Effect

On their way to Storybrooke, Emma becomes confused at the spelling of Killian's infamous bologna.

Takes place during Walk With Me, chapter 2, in which Killian, Emma, Henry, and Corrine are on their road trip from New York to Storybrooke.

Rated G

~1400 words

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This was born after some discourse on tumblr about the bologna that Killian was force fed in jail, and I still maintain that the spelling of Oscar Mayer has changed. Based on a post by @thesschesthair and the response by @shipswreckedme, and on a brief chat in the discord with @gingerpolyglot.

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The car is silent as Swan bobs and weaves between cars, grumbling about their speed and moving her foot in a way that makes her own yellow death-trap travel even faster. She calls it traffic, complaining about it endlessly and groaning as they approach other slowing cars in front of them.

After what feels like hours, after Corrine and Henry have fallen asleep, she finally shuts off the music player with a huff. She mentions something about leaving at a bad time, about how they should have left earlier to avoid such heavy traffic, but he knows not much different. This isn’t the first time he’s been transported from New York to Storybrooke, but it is the first time he’s gone willingly. And while the seatbelt serves to tie him down to the chair, he knows it’s more of a safety measure than a means to keep him still.

Truthfully, he doesn’t care how they get there. All he wants now is to get her back to Maine so that she can break the curse. Maybe once she does, he’ll have a chance to get to know his daughter.

“How was your burger?” she asks him quietly, careful not to cause the children to stir.

“It was delicious,” he responds. It was; he’s beginning to like these modern foods. With the exception of… “Much better than the bloody bologna.”

She laughs, snorts, and the sound makes him smile like the fool that he is. He’s a fool for her, and he has been for the last two years that he’s been gone.

“Was it in sandwich form?” she asks, clarifying further, “like, on Wonder Bread that tasted like cardboard?”

“Aye, that’s right,” he agrees, shuddering at the memory. The texture of the bread, of the meat that can’t legally be considered meat… it was horrifying.

“I’m actually really sorry,” she laughs. “I had to take that for lunch as a kid in a lot of foster homes. All I wanted was a peanut butter and jelly.”

He has no idea what she means by that, but he refuses to ask for clarification when she’s opening up about her past. “No one felt the desire to give you what you wanted?”

“No.” She brushes him off easily, effectively refusing to get into it with him. “Ugh, and there was that jingle! The kid who sang about Oscar Mayer, remember?” He wants to deadpan at her but she’s focused on the road. “Oh, no, you don’t. But there was a jingle.”

“I believe you,” he smiles.

“Grab my phone,” she commands unexpectedly, gesturing for it. “Open it up and find the app with the TV as the picture. It’s brown. Yeah, that one.”

He taps on the picture with his finger, confused but not altogether surprised when the magic box morphs and a new image displays on the front of it. She instructs him to find a magnifying glass and type in some letters-- O-S-C-A-R-M-E-Y-E-R, she spells.

The song that plays is short, irritating, and Killian rejoices when it ends, until Emma reaches her hand across the center console and slaps it against his arm. “Wait, go back,” she insists, and he wants to groan at the thought of hearing the cloying voice again. “How did the kid spell it?”

“Ah, you’ve misspelled the name, Swan,” he tells her with a smile. “It’s M-A-Y-E-R, at least according to this bloody annoying child.”

“No, that’s wrong,” she shakes her head. “It’s M-E . Why would it be A ?”

He stays quiet, raising a brow at her in confusion and an uncertainty of how to answer her question.

“Mama,” he hears from the back of the car, and a grin grows across his face quickly.

“No, it’s not M-A ,” she laughs. “Right, Coco?”

“Mama,” she says again. “Up.”

Emma sighs, checking the time on her dashboard and turning on her turn signal. He’s gathered that it means she intends to move the car into another lane, and she glides across the road until she’s all the way to the right. “I guess we could use a break,” she concedes. “Someone probably needs their butt changed.”

“Butt,” Corrine agrees.

Emma changes the lass in the back of her car with quick expertise, barely taking more than a minute to complete the task and somehow able to do so despite her squirming. Once she’s finished, Corrine stands on her own, shoving Emma’s helpful hands out of her way and waddling uneasily towards the edge of the car. Emma and Killian both dive for her, intent on preventing her from tumbling out of the car, and collide awkwardly as they catch her.

Killian’s hand wraps around Corrine’s ribs under her arm, Emma’s own arm wrapping around the babe until her hand lands on top of his. They’re close in proximity, each of them holding up their child, and it’s one of the first times that he’s realizing… Corrine is their child . She’s beautiful and funny and smart and perfect and they made her.

He wants to do so much, and yet he doesn’t move. He isn’t sure what he could possibly do, but he knows he wants to lean towards the mother of his child and trap her in a kiss. He isn’t able to, though, because Corrine turns her head to stare at him before screaming, “Up!”

He catches Emma shaking her head, clearing her throat softly, before she backs away with an awkward smile, letting Corrine jump into his arms and carefully standing by in what he assumes is caution. He only has one hand, after all, and he can’t blame her for being nervous. She tells him that she’s going to check on Henry, gives Corrine a soft kiss on the back of her head, and starts towards the large building behind them.

“We’ll have to teach you down ,” he says with a smile as she drops her curly head against his chest.

“Up,” she responds simply. “Wock.”

He thinks for a moment, recalling the last time they stopped and her souvenirs, and responds, “you want another rock? There’s no field at this… well, I’m not sure what one would call a place like this. The last one had a field, but this one has merely a building.”

“Wock.”

“Hmm,” he hums. “I wonder if we might find one. Shall we take a look around?”

“Wock!” she shouts.

After perusing the firm, expansive surface and finding a few rocks that piqued her interest, they return to the car and see Emma and Henry staring at her phone intensely. He hears them from a distance, Emma’s voice carrying easily, and he smiles.

“I swear, it was spelled with an E .”

“ It’s called a Mandela Effect, mom, ” Henry tells her. “ See? A bunch of people thought that.”

When Killian approaches, Corrine happily gripping her rocks in her chubby fists, Emma gives him a look that’s somewhere between satisfaction and irritation. “I was right,” she tells him. “Henry says it’s the Mandela Effect. I’m not the only one who thought it was spelled with an E .”

With a chuckle, he asks, “Are you still talking about the bloody bologna, Swan?

“I’m not willing to let this go,” she tells him seriously, although the smile she gives him makes his heart flutter.

“Very well,” he concedes.

“Wock,” Corrine says, displaying her closed fists to her mother.

“You got more rocks?” she asks excitedly as she shifts her attention from Henry’s screen to the rocks Corrine shows her. “Did you and--” she stops short, clearing her throat. “Killian helped you get those rocks, huh?”

“Yah!” she shouts, flapping her arms until Killian nearly has to put her down. Staring back at him, she explains, “Coco wock.”

“Yes, that’s Corrine’s rock. It’s very pretty.”

“Yah,” she agrees.

“Ready?” Emma asks after a few more minutes of Corrine kicking her rocks along the pavement. “Shouldn’t be too much longer.”

“Aye, love,” he agrees, noting the way Henry’s head snaps up from his phone to glare at him.

He knows what’s coming. He knows they don’t have much more road to travel before they arrive in Storybrooke with her parents. He wonders if Neal is there, or if any of them will remember. A curse struck the Enchanted Forest; does that mean her family’s memories have been wiped too?

It doesn’t matter.

Emma will fix it.

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