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「 frederick x fem!reader 」
A/N: please read the first part before continuing with this story. [link is in the description]
A/N: please read the first part before continuing with this story. [link is in the description]
Frederick had just about had enough of [Name]’s teasing for one day. There was no way she’d get away with it. He had gotten one too many prods to the behind to not do anything about it.
His eyes narrowed watching [Name]’s fleeing figure in the distance. What would he possibly have to do to teach his wife a lesson?
He hummed lightly and picked up the chopped wood, retreating back to the camp. On the way, he ran into his son.
“Morgan. Have you seen your mother?” he asked, setting down the wood on the pile by the cooking tent.
Avoiding his father’s intense gaze, Morgan’s face twitched slightly. His mother specifically told him not to tell Frederick where she was. Unfortunately for the poor boy, he had no idea why. But he’d do anything his sweet mother told him to do.
“Hehe, hi pops! I don’t know, I haven’t seen her around all morning, no… heh…” Morgan scratched his cheek.
Frederick rested his hands on his hips and gave his son his most intimidating of looks. “Morgan, where did your mother go?”
Morgan quivered under the intense chestnut gaze of his father, and eventually sold his mother out.
“Tsk tsk… Milady, did you really think you could hide from me?” Frederick crossed his arms on his chest and looked down at his wife, sprawled out in the grass on a high hill just north of the forest.
Her eyes snapped open and a drip of sweat trickled down her forehead. She ran a shaky hand through her locks, smiling sheepishly up at her husband, who looked less than pleased. The tactician stumbled to her feet to face her doom beloved.
“Why must you always torture me with your teasing, [Name]?” His chestnut eyes flashed with sincerity, but she could see a hint of mocking in his lovely hues.
“Aw, you don’t like my teasing…Freddy Bear?” A sly smirk spread across her pink lips, using the nickname she had given him for their “personal time”.
The knight’s cheeks flamed crimson as he avoided his wife’s mocking gaze. “W-well I don’t approve of your… actions during the Shepherds meetings! It is serious business, leading an army. There is no time to fool.”
“Fine, I’ll stop… But only during the meetings! I need to go to the baths now, see you later.” The tactician sent her husband a mischievous wink before skipping back down the hill.
Hm… Now’s the perfect time to put my plan into action… Frederick’s eyes gleamed with the thought of his vexatious intentions.
***
In the woman’s bath tent, [Name] sighed in bliss at the soft feeling of the water on her skin after a long day. She hummed a short tune and splashed the warm, steaming water. Unknown to her, she was being watched…
Now, Frederick wasn’t necessarily a man of his ‘revenge’. But his wife had gone too far this time. Now, he’d teach her a lesson.
[Name] sang happily as she crawled out of the tub and dried herself with a soft towel. Once she finished, she hobbled over to the chair where her clothes were. Or where they were supposed to be… Where had they gone?! She searched high and low, around the whole bath tent, but she couldn’t find her coat and underclothes. Anywhere! There was only one explanation.
Someone had stolen them.
With one towel wrapped tightly around her torso and another wrapped around her shoulders, [Name] peeked around the corner of the tent. Luckily for her, nobody was around as she tiptoed out the baths and to her tent. And that’s when it went downhill.
“Mother? Are you around he- AH!!”
A traumatized Morgan stood with his hands clapped over his eyes at the sight of his mother, clad in thin towels and nothing else underneath. Her eyes grew in size as she stared back at her son in horror.
The tactician regained her composure and wobbled over to her son. “Morgan, where is your father??”
“He was just looking for you… I think he’s in your tent.”
Once the words left her son’s mouth, [Name] cautiously power-walked to her tent, clutching the towels tightly to her body.
“Do you think this is funny??” [Name] spat angrily at her husband, crossing her arms over her chest, her face red from both embarrassment and anger.
Frederick sat at the shared desk and slowly turned around in his chair to face his distressed wife. He sported an all too smug (yet completely serious) look on his face.
“I don’t find it amusing at all. It was merely payback.”
“Frederick, where are my clothes?!” his wife fumed and stomped over to him, jabbing her index finger harshly into his hard chest.
He stood up, holding his hands behind his back innocently. “I haven’t the slightest notion.”
“You hid them, didn’t you?”
“The answer to that depends on whether or not you promise me something.”
[Name] looked up at her beloved with pleading eyes. She needed her clothes back! He knew very well that she couldn’t fight in a flouncy dress. Her arms wrapped suggestively about his neck, her fingers lacing through his dark brown tresses.
“Please, Frederick. I promise not to touch you inappropriately again. I cross my heart and swear on my mother’s grave! Just… give me back my clothes?”
Once again, his wife had managed to ease him into another fluster. His cheeks flushed at her ministrations. But he knew her ways all too well. A slight smirk etched onto his usually placid and serious features as his arms secured tightly around her waist.
“I’m not the only one who’s prone to fluster, [Name].” he whispered near her ear. And just as he expected her to, her whole face turned red from her neck to her ears.
“J-just give me back my clothes!!” [Name] had managed to escape the clutches of her loving husband as she pounded her fists on his chest.
Frederick’s face blanched as he looked down at his wife.
“Frederick. Where are my clothes?”
The knight cleared his throat. “W-well, you see-
“WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES?!”
“…Morgan hid them.”
the end
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please read the first part before continuing! this can be found here FEF: Frederick x Reader |Bear Hide| [1/2]
wow... this fanfic is long overdue >_> this is a collab made with the lovely Inezel ! she wrote the first part and i wrote the second part <3
wow... this fanfic is long overdue >_> this is a collab made with the lovely Inezel ! she wrote the first part and i wrote the second part <3
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lol and that is where you set your pride aside, get revenge for such inappropriate behavior, and strut naked through the grounds to find some clothes to borrow until yours are found... if he has a problem with the army seeing his naked wife.... he shouldn't have hid your clothes in the first place 