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Fic: Shepard's Pie
Title: Shepard's Pie
Series: Fire Emblem Awakening
Character/pairing: Chrom/Sumia
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Chrom attempts to make Sumia some pies.
It doesn't go so well.
Word count: 1,482
Author's note:
* Chrom/Sumia - Honeymoon fluff, he bakes a pie (badly) for her, pregnancy, new parenthood
treats for candy hearts exchange for SaraJaye.
"Chrom! T-The kitchen is on fire!"
Lissa rushed to the flowing smoke, only to find her brother, looking none too amused.
Frederick was just behind her, a bucket of water in hand. He put it down as they took in the situation.
All around him were similar pies, blackened to a crisp. Chrom wore a chef's hat, an apron over his usual attire, and a scowl.
Chrom had his arms folded across his chest as he surveyed his handiwork.
"Blech! You did a number on those pies! Not even the pigs would eat those."
"Sire... Please be careful when starting fires..." Not even Frederick could find a bright point to this.
"Sumia wanted some pie. Shepherd's pie. I thought it would be easier than this," Chrom said.
"Did you use a Bolganone tome to cook them?" Lissa said.
Chrom grimaced. "I don't use magic."
"The kingdom is safer because of it," Lissa said. She laughed.
"Oh, that's right! I was coming to the kitchens for a reason. Sumia's hungry again," Lissa said, changing the subject before Chrom could respond to that.
"Yes, the queen is most in need of a snack," Frederick said.
Lissa was casual as ever, often leaving out titles. Especially to her sister-in-law who she was quite close with.
Frederick inspected the stone oven, and frowned. It was so blackened inside that it would take some time to clean.
"...Perhaps I should order some from the market," Frederick said.
"That might be for the best," Lissa said.
They left the grumpy Chrom surveying his handiwork with a scowl on his face.
But, Chrom wasn't one to give up so easily. He got out the dough and started another pie. Surely the blackened oven could produce something good with enough effort.
*
Chom let out a sigh.
This time he'd tried, he'd really tried.
The results, though....
One had a pie crust which had turned too doughy, another had turned too crusty and fell apart. The filling had turned dry and unsavory, while another--this one an attempt at a fruit pie--had turned truly monstrous.
The stench of his creations summoned his faithful knight and sister again. Lissa crashed in, almost as clumsy as Sumia.
Lissa gasped at the sight of his attempts at baking.
"I-I think that apple pie is cursed!"
Henry appeared, as if summoned by the mention of curses.
"Yup! That is one cursed pie! Nyahaha! Pretty amazing for Chrom to manage that when he can't even cast a lick of magic!"
"S-Sire..."
Not even Frederick could find a kind word here.
"I bought the pies. You can do the honors and take the to Queen Sumia. Henry and i will dispose of these unholy abominations you somehow managed to create."
This is gonna be fun! I might even die, Henry said cheerfully.
"The pie is that dangerous?" Lissa said worriedly.
"Oh, definitely!"
Chrom ignored them at set to cutting fruit instead to go with the pies. With his deft hands, the fruit was quickly cut into neat little pieces and ready to go.
*
Sumia was seated in one of the sitting rooms on a chaise installed just for her reading of many love stories. She wore a large, flowing white dress that cascaded over her large stomach and came to about her knees. Any further and she'd probably end up tripping more. Back before the baby, she'd worn it belted at the waist. Now, it was loose to better accommodate her growing midsection.
Sumia left her book balanced on her stomach. She smiled as the plate of fruit came her way.
"Oh, thank you! I was feeling famished. I was afraid I'd be so dizzy I'd faint if I stood up," Sumia said.
She patted her rounded stomach.
"It's handy, I don't even need to get cushions to balance my book. Of course, I'm hungry all the time."
"You're eating for two," Chrom said gently.
"I just feel a little guilty when I have to ask the chefs to make food this many times a day."
But at eight and a half months of pregnancy, she wasn't quite up for wandering into the marketplace. Besides, Chrom was quite protective of his wife after losing his sister. He wasn't about to let her wander into where an assassin's arrow could so easily find her.
"I tried to make you something, but I can't bring my attempts. I believe Henry is exorcising the apple pie at the moment," Chrom said.
He brought the fruit he had gotten, though.
"You're really good at cutting fruit."
"It's simple enough," Chrom said. "Not really worthy of praise."
"Of course! You're talented with a sword, so it'd apply to a knife, right?"
She took his hand and squeezed.
"Is everything okay? I thought I smelled smoke, but one of the staff said you had it under control."
Chrom couldn't help but grimace as he recounted it all.
Sumia covered her mouth and laughed.
"O-Oh! T-That's how it is, then..." She broke off into more laughter.
Chrom smiled, albeit ruefully. "I'm glad it gave you plenty of amusement, at least."
Sumia finally regained her composure.
"It's just...kind of nice to see that you're clumsy sometimes, too. Like how you break things when you train. Sometimes I feel like I just weigh people down with how I'm always breaking things, then you go and burn a dozen pies and it reminds me that maybe we're more alike than I thought."
"And it's really sweet that you wanted to make me some personally. You have a whole country to run, but you put it all on hold for me."
Chrom gave her a crooked smile. "I wanted to surprise you. You always made me food, and it helped a lot back then. Shepherd's pie sounded so easy."
Sumia giggled. "I bet you thought it'd be easy because we're both Shepherd's, right?"
"I'll admit, I didn't give it much thought. It didn't seem like it'd be too hard."
"Here's a deal: I'll show you how to cook, if you help teach me better balance," Sumia said.
"Am I really the one to ask about that?" Chrom said. It came out more gruff than intended.
"Outside of training, you usually manage to not break walls. Me, not so much," Sumia said.
"Maybe you just need new boots," Chrom said.
"Unfortunately, It's not the boots. I wish it were that simple to fix. With my feet have been so swollen that I haven't been able to wear anything but open-faced sandals. And I'm still tripping everywhere." Sumia closed her eyes and sighed at the memory.
"H-Hey, be careful. You could get hurt," Chrom said quickly. He scowled at this new knowledge that his wife was still so clumsy that she probably fell down the stairs daily.
"Oh, I'm hardy. I get bruises all the time from falling, but I always pick myself up and wipe the dust off," Sumia said casually. And it was far too casual, considering her condition.
"I know you're strong, but you have a little one to be careful about too," Chrom said. It came out more stern than he meant to.
"With how much our future child kicks, they're already a fighter," Sumia said. She rested her hand on her stomach.
"Still, I'll try and be more careful. Even if that means I'm stuck on bed rest where I can't trip over anything."
"That reminds me," Chrom said.
He pulled out the pies Frederick had gotten at the marketplace.
"For me?"
"I didn't make them. Frederick got them after my little...attempts."
Sumia giggled. "Oh, that's fine. I love this seller. And it's sweet for you all to think of me so. Split it with me?"
Except, there was nothing to cut it with. Chrom's eyes went around the room. They lingered on the sword Falchion, always at his waist in his sheath. At the same moment, Sumia looked at his sword too.
And they both seemed to have a very similar thought process of maybe don't use the sword of the Hero-king Marth to cut pie...
"We could always just eat it with forks. Just be careful not to burn yourself. I burn myself all the time, especially when I'm cooking," Sumia said.
"Be careful," Chrom said. His brow furrowed into a frown.
"You're such a worrywort! But...it's sweet of you to worry about me. Even though I trip and burn myself all the time, and after I cook I have to go visit a priest because I cut my fingers until they bled and probably got several bruises along the way," Sumia said.
"We need to move in a priest to be with you at all times," Chrom said.
"Probably for the best. But, Lissa patches me up a lot. Even though I am a lot of trouble for her..."
"I'm sure it's no trouble. You're Lissa's dear sister-in-law. She adores you and would hate to see any harm come to you. Just as I would."
"Still, I feel bad when I use up heal staffs so much."
"Whatever it is, it's a price I'm willing to pay to keep the woman I love safe," Chrom said.
Series: Fire Emblem Awakening
Character/pairing: Chrom/Sumia
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Chrom attempts to make Sumia some pies.
It doesn't go so well.
Word count: 1,482
Author's note:
* Chrom/Sumia - Honeymoon fluff, he bakes a pie (badly) for her, pregnancy, new parenthood
treats for candy hearts exchange for SaraJaye.
"Chrom! T-The kitchen is on fire!"
Lissa rushed to the flowing smoke, only to find her brother, looking none too amused.
Frederick was just behind her, a bucket of water in hand. He put it down as they took in the situation.
All around him were similar pies, blackened to a crisp. Chrom wore a chef's hat, an apron over his usual attire, and a scowl.
Chrom had his arms folded across his chest as he surveyed his handiwork.
"Blech! You did a number on those pies! Not even the pigs would eat those."
"Sire... Please be careful when starting fires..." Not even Frederick could find a bright point to this.
"Sumia wanted some pie. Shepherd's pie. I thought it would be easier than this," Chrom said.
"Did you use a Bolganone tome to cook them?" Lissa said.
Chrom grimaced. "I don't use magic."
"The kingdom is safer because of it," Lissa said. She laughed.
"Oh, that's right! I was coming to the kitchens for a reason. Sumia's hungry again," Lissa said, changing the subject before Chrom could respond to that.
"Yes, the queen is most in need of a snack," Frederick said.
Lissa was casual as ever, often leaving out titles. Especially to her sister-in-law who she was quite close with.
Frederick inspected the stone oven, and frowned. It was so blackened inside that it would take some time to clean.
"...Perhaps I should order some from the market," Frederick said.
"That might be for the best," Lissa said.
They left the grumpy Chrom surveying his handiwork with a scowl on his face.
But, Chrom wasn't one to give up so easily. He got out the dough and started another pie. Surely the blackened oven could produce something good with enough effort.
*
Chom let out a sigh.
This time he'd tried, he'd really tried.
The results, though....
One had a pie crust which had turned too doughy, another had turned too crusty and fell apart. The filling had turned dry and unsavory, while another--this one an attempt at a fruit pie--had turned truly monstrous.
The stench of his creations summoned his faithful knight and sister again. Lissa crashed in, almost as clumsy as Sumia.
Lissa gasped at the sight of his attempts at baking.
"I-I think that apple pie is cursed!"
Henry appeared, as if summoned by the mention of curses.
"Yup! That is one cursed pie! Nyahaha! Pretty amazing for Chrom to manage that when he can't even cast a lick of magic!"
"S-Sire..."
Not even Frederick could find a kind word here.
"I bought the pies. You can do the honors and take the to Queen Sumia. Henry and i will dispose of these unholy abominations you somehow managed to create."
This is gonna be fun! I might even die, Henry said cheerfully.
"The pie is that dangerous?" Lissa said worriedly.
"Oh, definitely!"
Chrom ignored them at set to cutting fruit instead to go with the pies. With his deft hands, the fruit was quickly cut into neat little pieces and ready to go.
*
Sumia was seated in one of the sitting rooms on a chaise installed just for her reading of many love stories. She wore a large, flowing white dress that cascaded over her large stomach and came to about her knees. Any further and she'd probably end up tripping more. Back before the baby, she'd worn it belted at the waist. Now, it was loose to better accommodate her growing midsection.
Sumia left her book balanced on her stomach. She smiled as the plate of fruit came her way.
"Oh, thank you! I was feeling famished. I was afraid I'd be so dizzy I'd faint if I stood up," Sumia said.
She patted her rounded stomach.
"It's handy, I don't even need to get cushions to balance my book. Of course, I'm hungry all the time."
"You're eating for two," Chrom said gently.
"I just feel a little guilty when I have to ask the chefs to make food this many times a day."
But at eight and a half months of pregnancy, she wasn't quite up for wandering into the marketplace. Besides, Chrom was quite protective of his wife after losing his sister. He wasn't about to let her wander into where an assassin's arrow could so easily find her.
"I tried to make you something, but I can't bring my attempts. I believe Henry is exorcising the apple pie at the moment," Chrom said.
He brought the fruit he had gotten, though.
"You're really good at cutting fruit."
"It's simple enough," Chrom said. "Not really worthy of praise."
"Of course! You're talented with a sword, so it'd apply to a knife, right?"
She took his hand and squeezed.
"Is everything okay? I thought I smelled smoke, but one of the staff said you had it under control."
Chrom couldn't help but grimace as he recounted it all.
Sumia covered her mouth and laughed.
"O-Oh! T-That's how it is, then..." She broke off into more laughter.
Chrom smiled, albeit ruefully. "I'm glad it gave you plenty of amusement, at least."
Sumia finally regained her composure.
"It's just...kind of nice to see that you're clumsy sometimes, too. Like how you break things when you train. Sometimes I feel like I just weigh people down with how I'm always breaking things, then you go and burn a dozen pies and it reminds me that maybe we're more alike than I thought."
"And it's really sweet that you wanted to make me some personally. You have a whole country to run, but you put it all on hold for me."
Chrom gave her a crooked smile. "I wanted to surprise you. You always made me food, and it helped a lot back then. Shepherd's pie sounded so easy."
Sumia giggled. "I bet you thought it'd be easy because we're both Shepherd's, right?"
"I'll admit, I didn't give it much thought. It didn't seem like it'd be too hard."
"Here's a deal: I'll show you how to cook, if you help teach me better balance," Sumia said.
"Am I really the one to ask about that?" Chrom said. It came out more gruff than intended.
"Outside of training, you usually manage to not break walls. Me, not so much," Sumia said.
"Maybe you just need new boots," Chrom said.
"Unfortunately, It's not the boots. I wish it were that simple to fix. With my feet have been so swollen that I haven't been able to wear anything but open-faced sandals. And I'm still tripping everywhere." Sumia closed her eyes and sighed at the memory.
"H-Hey, be careful. You could get hurt," Chrom said quickly. He scowled at this new knowledge that his wife was still so clumsy that she probably fell down the stairs daily.
"Oh, I'm hardy. I get bruises all the time from falling, but I always pick myself up and wipe the dust off," Sumia said casually. And it was far too casual, considering her condition.
"I know you're strong, but you have a little one to be careful about too," Chrom said. It came out more stern than he meant to.
"With how much our future child kicks, they're already a fighter," Sumia said. She rested her hand on her stomach.
"Still, I'll try and be more careful. Even if that means I'm stuck on bed rest where I can't trip over anything."
"That reminds me," Chrom said.
He pulled out the pies Frederick had gotten at the marketplace.
"For me?"
"I didn't make them. Frederick got them after my little...attempts."
Sumia giggled. "Oh, that's fine. I love this seller. And it's sweet for you all to think of me so. Split it with me?"
Except, there was nothing to cut it with. Chrom's eyes went around the room. They lingered on the sword Falchion, always at his waist in his sheath. At the same moment, Sumia looked at his sword too.
And they both seemed to have a very similar thought process of maybe don't use the sword of the Hero-king Marth to cut pie...
"We could always just eat it with forks. Just be careful not to burn yourself. I burn myself all the time, especially when I'm cooking," Sumia said.
"Be careful," Chrom said. His brow furrowed into a frown.
"You're such a worrywort! But...it's sweet of you to worry about me. Even though I trip and burn myself all the time, and after I cook I have to go visit a priest because I cut my fingers until they bled and probably got several bruises along the way," Sumia said.
"We need to move in a priest to be with you at all times," Chrom said.
"Probably for the best. But, Lissa patches me up a lot. Even though I am a lot of trouble for her..."
"I'm sure it's no trouble. You're Lissa's dear sister-in-law. She adores you and would hate to see any harm come to you. Just as I would."
"Still, I feel bad when I use up heal staffs so much."
"Whatever it is, it's a price I'm willing to pay to keep the woman I love safe," Chrom said.