Or: Improper Usage of Staves.
Summary: Serra's instructing Roy, and Eliwood's amused to learn their son has a talent for swinging said Staff. He figures it's time for Roy to begin Sword lessons.
(Family fluff, odd pairing, non canon, sorry not sorry.)
Weird pairing? Yes, I know. But out of everyone one could ship Serra with I didn't like any of them back in the day. After much thought, I always figured Eliwood would be the best suitor for her. He'd treat her properly and respectfully, and while at times she'd probably walk over him she'd care back for him. And I know it's not canon, I don't care. Also, my version of Roy like this explains so much why he Is The Way He Is in FE6. Anyway, this is a birthday present for Sue whom I'd convinced to ship this with me and they requested this as a birthday gift. So here it is! Enjoy.
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Eliwood could hear Serra's voice down the hall, instructing their son Roy with his studies and lessons.
He stepped closer and paused outside the door, listening quietly.
"Oh, Roy... As proud as I am of you, that is not how you use a Staff." Serra's voice rang, tone a mix of pride, exasperation, and amusement.
"But mama... You use it this way!" The child cried, staring up with his wide blue eyes op towards his pink haired mother.
That caused the Lady to sputter a little, before heaving out a loud sigh. "Yes, Roy. I do use it that way when I have to. But you're not supposed to hit people with the Sacred Staves unless you absolutely must. When an enemy comes within close range of me, my Magic is at risk of hurting myself and others near so I must defend myself with the Staff instead. Do you understand?"
"Yes, mama..." Roy replied quietly.
Eliwood couldn't help the small chuckle as he entered the room. "What's this I hear about Staff whacking?" He teased.
Serra's face flushed as she startled a little. "Eliwood, don't sneak up on us like that! That's one of the reasons I whack people with my Staff as I do. You scare me, I'm prone to defending myself." She scolded.
"Sorry, sorry," Eliwood apologized again with a chuckle as he ruffled Roy's hair fondly. "Bad habit, I know."
Roy beamed up at his father, he had a Heal Staff in his hand and he swished it back and forth. "I whacked my training assistant with the Staff, and mama said that's not how you're supposed to use them. Is that right, father?"
Eliwood gave out another chuckle. He shook his head after a moment. "Your mother is the one with the knowledge in using Staves, not I. I've nary a magical bone in my body. If she says it's the incorrect way to use it, then I'm sure she's right. But tell me, Roy: Does it feel easy to swing one?" He asked.
"Eli-" Serra began with a frown, but Eliwood smiled at her and motioned for her to wait, looking back down at Roy.
"Um... Yeah, it felt pretty easy. I went like this!" Roy replied before his young body jumped into motion and the young boy fell into a stance as he swung the Staff in a wide swing.
Eliwood gave a nod of understanding as he watched the boy before he glanced to his wife. "He's got a natural gait for swinging. Perhaps it's time he start learning to wield a Sword, too."
Serra's face shaped into a mild pout. She'd been hoping Roy would have inherited some of her magical aptitude for using Staves but by the looks of it, he was becoming more like his father in more than just looks. She heaved out a loud sigh. "I suppose so. You won't go too hard on him, will you?" She asked.
His smiled reassuringly at her and shook his head. "Of course not, I don't wish him to get hurt. We'll merely learn the basics, and if he wishes to learn more we'll go from there." He responded before looking down to his son.
"How does that sound, Roy? Do you think you're ready to learn to use a Sword?" He asked.
Roy's eyes widened marginally, a gleam coming to them before he positively beamed as he nodded his head eagerly. "Yes, father! I'm ready!" Before he turned to his mother and looked at her pleadingly.
"Is that alright with you, mama? You won't be mad?" He asked.
Her face softened out before her hands reached out, grasping the child by his shoulders and pulled him close, enveloping him in an embrace. "Oh, my child... I could never be mad with you; you're my Pride and Joy. I'm simply worried that you'll get hurt. But I know well enough your father won't push you beyond what you can do. And even if either of you get a little hurt, I'll be here to patch you up, okay?" She smiled down at the boy.
He beamed back up at her as he hugged the woman back. "Okay, mama!"
Eliwood stepped close and put an arm around his wife's waist and smiled wider. "It's settled, then. I'll begin instructing Roy on the basics after the rest of his studies."
The Pink haired Lady gave a small nod, momentarily learning into her husband before she turned her gaze to him. "I'll be accompanying with the lessons to ensure you both don't get hurt. And if I think you're going a little too rough..." She trailed off, before giving off the wide, sickeningly sweet smile that the Lord recognized easily and could feel himself already beginning to wince in response.
"Then I'll be happy to show the proper way to whack a person with a Staff, understood?"
He chuckled a little nervously, unable to defy his wife. "Yes, dear." He responded obediently.
Roy let out a quiet giggle. It was always funny to him when his mama got bossy with father.
He loved his parents, they were absolutely perfect in his eyes.
His mama was strong, willful, but incredibly kind and loving. His father was the epitome of what a Lord should be: Strong and firm, but flexible and one able to listen to the counsel of others and meet the needs of their people.
He could never dream of anything else.
-End-
Summary: Serra's instructing Roy, and Eliwood's amused to learn their son has a talent for swinging said Staff. He figures it's time for Roy to begin Sword lessons.
(Family fluff, odd pairing, non canon, sorry not sorry.)
Weird pairing? Yes, I know. But out of everyone one could ship Serra with I didn't like any of them back in the day. After much thought, I always figured Eliwood would be the best suitor for her. He'd treat her properly and respectfully, and while at times she'd probably walk over him she'd care back for him. And I know it's not canon, I don't care. Also, my version of Roy like this explains so much why he Is The Way He Is in FE6. Anyway, this is a birthday present for Sue whom I'd convinced to ship this with me and they requested this as a birthday gift. So here it is! Enjoy.
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Eliwood could hear Serra's voice down the hall, instructing their son Roy with his studies and lessons.
He stepped closer and paused outside the door, listening quietly.
"Oh, Roy... As proud as I am of you, that is not how you use a Staff." Serra's voice rang, tone a mix of pride, exasperation, and amusement.
"But mama... You use it this way!" The child cried, staring up with his wide blue eyes op towards his pink haired mother.
That caused the Lady to sputter a little, before heaving out a loud sigh. "Yes, Roy. I do use it that way when I have to. But you're not supposed to hit people with the Sacred Staves unless you absolutely must. When an enemy comes within close range of me, my Magic is at risk of hurting myself and others near so I must defend myself with the Staff instead. Do you understand?"
"Yes, mama..." Roy replied quietly.
Eliwood couldn't help the small chuckle as he entered the room. "What's this I hear about Staff whacking?" He teased.
Serra's face flushed as she startled a little. "Eliwood, don't sneak up on us like that! That's one of the reasons I whack people with my Staff as I do. You scare me, I'm prone to defending myself." She scolded.
"Sorry, sorry," Eliwood apologized again with a chuckle as he ruffled Roy's hair fondly. "Bad habit, I know."
Roy beamed up at his father, he had a Heal Staff in his hand and he swished it back and forth. "I whacked my training assistant with the Staff, and mama said that's not how you're supposed to use them. Is that right, father?"
Eliwood gave out another chuckle. He shook his head after a moment. "Your mother is the one with the knowledge in using Staves, not I. I've nary a magical bone in my body. If she says it's the incorrect way to use it, then I'm sure she's right. But tell me, Roy: Does it feel easy to swing one?" He asked.
"Eli-" Serra began with a frown, but Eliwood smiled at her and motioned for her to wait, looking back down at Roy.
"Um... Yeah, it felt pretty easy. I went like this!" Roy replied before his young body jumped into motion and the young boy fell into a stance as he swung the Staff in a wide swing.
Eliwood gave a nod of understanding as he watched the boy before he glanced to his wife. "He's got a natural gait for swinging. Perhaps it's time he start learning to wield a Sword, too."
Serra's face shaped into a mild pout. She'd been hoping Roy would have inherited some of her magical aptitude for using Staves but by the looks of it, he was becoming more like his father in more than just looks. She heaved out a loud sigh. "I suppose so. You won't go too hard on him, will you?" She asked.
His smiled reassuringly at her and shook his head. "Of course not, I don't wish him to get hurt. We'll merely learn the basics, and if he wishes to learn more we'll go from there." He responded before looking down to his son.
"How does that sound, Roy? Do you think you're ready to learn to use a Sword?" He asked.
Roy's eyes widened marginally, a gleam coming to them before he positively beamed as he nodded his head eagerly. "Yes, father! I'm ready!" Before he turned to his mother and looked at her pleadingly.
"Is that alright with you, mama? You won't be mad?" He asked.
Her face softened out before her hands reached out, grasping the child by his shoulders and pulled him close, enveloping him in an embrace. "Oh, my child... I could never be mad with you; you're my Pride and Joy. I'm simply worried that you'll get hurt. But I know well enough your father won't push you beyond what you can do. And even if either of you get a little hurt, I'll be here to patch you up, okay?" She smiled down at the boy.
He beamed back up at her as he hugged the woman back. "Okay, mama!"
Eliwood stepped close and put an arm around his wife's waist and smiled wider. "It's settled, then. I'll begin instructing Roy on the basics after the rest of his studies."
The Pink haired Lady gave a small nod, momentarily learning into her husband before she turned her gaze to him. "I'll be accompanying with the lessons to ensure you both don't get hurt. And if I think you're going a little too rough..." She trailed off, before giving off the wide, sickeningly sweet smile that the Lord recognized easily and could feel himself already beginning to wince in response.
"Then I'll be happy to show the proper way to whack a person with a Staff, understood?"
He chuckled a little nervously, unable to defy his wife. "Yes, dear." He responded obediently.
Roy let out a quiet giggle. It was always funny to him when his mama got bossy with father.
He loved his parents, they were absolutely perfect in his eyes.
His mama was strong, willful, but incredibly kind and loving. His father was the epitome of what a Lord should be: Strong and firm, but flexible and one able to listen to the counsel of others and meet the needs of their people.
He could never dream of anything else.
-End-
