Fire Emblem x Reader (REQUESTS AND LEMONS ACCEPTED!!!)

Owain x Reader _2_ Angst(ish)

I made myself cry this morning, so we're having a happy ending.

Cover pictures are all from the Wiki, I just put the three of them together. Yay.

Also, you're not Robin. However, Morgan is still your child. Why? Because he's a cute munchkin, that's why.

Onwards!-----

Three weeks. Three weeks since your husband's patrol group should've been home. You knew that they were scouring the continent for Robin, but still hadn't expected him to be gone this long.

"Mama?"

You lifted your head from your palms, looking at Morgan. He was only four, but could read you as well as your husband could.

"Hey baby. What's up?"

He looked ready to question your current position, kneeling in front of a castle toilet, but decided against it when he saw your hand on your stomach.

"Are you ok?"

He rushed to your side, cuddling you gently.

'What a gentleman.'

"I'm fine love, just not feeling the greatest."

He nodded, jumping to his feet.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

You shook your head, standing as well. "Nope. All I want to do today is sleep!"

He giggled, grabbing your hand. "Cuddles?"

You grinned, lifting him up. "Cuddles."

-----Owain's Group-----

"We're almost there!"

Owain sighed slightly. The group had been gone for far too long, overthinking so terribly that they had forgotten to look for the missing tactician in one place- the field Chrom had first discovered him.

Panting slightly by the time they reached the top of the hill, Owain could hear his uncle growl.

"Dammit! This was the one place he would be!"

Owain surveyed the field in front of him. A barren area with few trees, it also held a few bushes, a stack of rocks, a Grimleal cloak-

"Uncle Chrom!"

Owain rushed to the figure, turning them over. He could hear his uncle behind him gasp in surprise when their missing comrade was revealed, sleeping peacefully in the grass.

-----(Name)'s Group-----

Four weeks.

He had been gone for a month, which worried you. Ophelia was due any time now, you didn't want her father missing her birth.

Lissa, bless her soul, had forced you to stay in or near your room, "just in case!"

Your son had been doing everything he could to help you, which included cuddling you, bringing you snacks, and being the cutest thing EVER.

You jumped slightly, feeling Ophelia kick.

Soon, your daughter would see the world.

-----Owain's Group-----

The task of carrying Robin had /thankfully/ fallen to Frederick, who kept him steady on his horse.

Chrom glared down the hill at Castle Yliss. "Unfortunately it'll take a few days to get home from here. We'll get to the bottom of the hill and set up camp there for the night. Sound good?"

Nobody objected, so the Exalt began to lead the party down the hill. Owain kept to the back, losing himself in thoughts.

'Only a few more days before seeing (Name)! C'mon Owain, put on a happy face! The mission's over!'

-----(Name)'s Group-----

Just a little under five weeks. You know what that means!

"Just a little more (Name). I can see the head."

Being the good mom that you were, you sent Morgan out of the room as soon as the midwives came. Reasons? 1) childbirth. Enough said. 2)? You knew you would exhaust your swear word dictionary, regardless of who was in the room.

"And here is the first one."

Your eyes snapped open.

"First?"

The midwife looked up, holding a little bundle of joy.

"Yes miss. Twins! Isn't that exciting?"

*CUE SWEAR WORD DICTIONARY BEING EXHAUSTED YET AGAIN*

-----Owain's Group-----

As soon as the party reached the castle, most people opted to shower. Some people went with Chrom and Frederick, taking Robin to the infirmary.

Owain, however, rushed to your where'd room. As he neared your hallway, he could hear swearing and screams of pain.

In front of your door stood a midwife, as though guarding the room.

As soon as he neared the door, the screams and curses stopped. Without hesitation the guarding midwife stepped aside, allowing him into the room.

-----(Name)'s Group-----

The midwife handed both of your children to you after washing them off and wrapping them in towels. She stepped away, smiling down at you.

"Should I alert your son that he may return?"

You nodded breathlessly. Before the midwife even reached the door, however, a blond-haired mess of confusion ran through it, stopping to stare at you.

"(Name)?"

You looked up at him as the midwife walked past him. "Owain."

He stared at you for a moment before registering the closest bundled baby.

"Ophelia?!"

You chuckled, handing the blue-blanketed baby to him.

"Nope, that's Kana." You gently lifted the pink bundle from your other side. "THIS is Ophelia."

Morgan rushed in, staring at his father, then you, then his brother and sister.

"Two little siblings?"

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"And that's why you're not an only child."

Morgan nodded, shifting his tactician's book in his hands. "And why I wanted to be a tactician like uncle Robin. Everything makes sense now!"

A bell chimed, and you stood up, offering your hand to your eldest son.

Both of you stood up, walking into the castle. Owain was already standing at the throne next to Lucina, who held Falchion.

"C'mon Morgan. Time to show them what the Exalt's bloodline is really made of!"

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