Finding Home is a collection of loosely related Cormilla stories/drabbles/one shots/whatever that I imagine taking place as I play through revelations.

If you enjoy my writing and have an idea for a story/situation and want to see it written out, send it on in! If I dig it, I'll make it happen for ya.

A/N: Takes place at some point after Camilla and Jakob's B rank support.

Camilla had a problem.

And it's name was Jakob. Her husband's butler.

The boy had the nerve to reject her orders, claiming he was only loyal to Corrin. The fact that he refused to listen to her when she told him Corrin only needed her agitated her. When he ignored her order that he was dismissed annoyed her. But what really set her pissed her off was the fact that he had the gall to imply that he could take better care of her husband than she could. And as she laid down in bed that night she formulated a plan to remove the butler from the picture. After all, Corrin didn't need him anymore. Only her.

Petty? Perhaps. But Corrin only deserved the best. And that was her. Camilla was aware that the butler would never willingly stop serving his liege, and Corrin would never dismiss him as they were close friends. But if Corrin thought Jakob would be happier no longer working for him? He'd do what he thought was best for his friend and dismiss him, unable to bear the thought that he was making someone suffer for his selfish needs.

So she decided to strike hard and fast at something close to the butler's heart. And that was his unique brand of tea that Corrin enjoyed. It was no secret that her husband's approval of his tea meant the world to him. But the truth was that Corrin had admitted to her that he actually preferred her blend to Jakob's. He just couldn't bring himself to tell the butler that as he knew it would destroy him.

So she would occasionally sneakily pour pickle juice, or some other vile flavor that Corrin detested, into the tea the butler delivered to them. Which she was always quick to dispose of when Corrin nearly spit it back out, and volunteered her own superior brew. It went on for days until eventually she heard the words she had been waiting for when Jakob delivered his tea.

"Jakob, you can stop bringing me your tea. I… I actually prefer Camilla's."

Jakob recoiled in horror at his liege's words, the hurt clear on his face. And she couldn't stop the victorious grin from spreading across her face even if she wanted to. She had struck the first critical blow. As the butler meekly made his way out of the treehouse, defeated and deflated, Corrin commented on how odd it was that Jakob's work had been so lackluster recently.

"Well, darling." Camilla quickly answered, realizing her opportunity, "Perhaps he's realizing he doesn't wish to simply be your butler anymore, my dear. Now that we're married and I'm taking care of you, he might be looking at other career options since he isn't needed anymore."

"Huh. Maybe." Corrin said thoughtfully. "He knows that if he ever wanted to do something else I wouldn't stop him from leaving. Maybe he found another calling? I guess he'll tell me about it eventually if he did."

From there her aggressive measures at removing the butler only got more intense. Selena and Beruka were quickly swept up in her personal vendetta. For weeks everything Jakob attempted to do for Corrin ended in disaster, and Camilla was always there with a solution and a warm smile for Corrin. A load of laundry destroyed by Jakob in an unfortunate "accident?" Camilla had already knitted a whole new wardrobe for her husband, which he loved more than his previous. Jakob "accidently" ruined another meal? Camilla already had an extravagant and superior replacement cooked up and waiting for her husband.

It all came to a head one day, as Jakob tripped into Corrin's quarters with a tray of burnt food. Camilla and Corrin were sat at the table in their room, hungry from the day's battle. And Camilla saw it as the opportunity she needed to finally get rid of the butler.

"Jakob, what is wrong with you?" Camilla said sharply as the butler picked himself up from the floor and went about cleaning up the mess. "Can you do anything right these days?"

"That was harsh a bit harsh, Cami." Corrin said. "Jakob's just been having a run of bad luck."

"Darling," Camilla looked over to her husband, "he has been nothing but trouble recently. Just dismiss him so he can find work that he won't constantly sabotage. You don't need a butler when you have such a loving and caring wife, my dear. I will take care of you."

"Well, I don't know about dismissing him… but Jakob, you should at least take a few days off or something." Corrin said with a concerned look, watching Jakob rise back to his feet, red with embarrassment. "I think you might have caused more damage recently then Felicia has in the last year…"

"No." the butler said in defiance, as he turned and began to walk towards the door. "I will return shortly with another meal."

"Jakob, stop." Corrin commanded, and the butler came to an immediate halt. "Seriously, I'm concerned for you. You've been a mess recently. It's ok to take some time off. In fact, I order you to take a few days off to relax. You need it."

"I refuse, but thank you for being so concerned about my wellbeing Lord Corrin. It means a lot to me to know that you care." Jakob stated bluntly as he whipped around to face Corrin and Camilla once again.

"You can't refuse. My husband has ordered you to take time off, and you will do precisely that." Camilla barked, clearly aggravated by him. "Do you hold such little respect for him that you won't listen to him?"

"It is not a matter of respect, Lady Camilla." Jakob said with a weakly. "I couldn't bear knowing that my lord wasn't being taken care of. I don't know what's been happening to me recently to cause such issues, but rest assured I will solve it. I will return shortly with your dinner, and it will be perfect, as usual."

"He will be taken care of. By me." Camilla spat back. "In fact, he will be in better hands with you gone."

"That is… not true at all, Lady Camila. I understand you are his, but none know Lord Corrin better than I, and none are better equipped to take care of him than me."

"Oh, as if." Camilla hissed at the butler. "Fine then, Jakob, let's give you a test. It's simple, I ask you a question and you answer."

"If you wish, Lady Camilla."

"What is my husband's favorite breakfast?"

"Blueberry pancakes drowned in syrup, with several slices of bacon and a large glass of orange juice."

"That was an easy one." Camilla said haughtily as she sat up straight in her chair and cross her arms. "Which part of his armor is his favorite?"

"His cape, of course." Jakob replied instantly. "He has always had a certain love for capes ever since Lord Leo left one of his comic books after one of his visits back in Nohr."

"…Correct." Camilla confirmed. "What is his favorite color?"

"Red."

Corrin sat in disbelief, mildly amused by the rapid fire question and answer session that was going on about him.

"There will no more easy ones from here on, Jakob. Now answer me this…" Camilla shifted, leaning forward in her chair. "How long did it take Corrin to learn how to dance a traditional Nohrian waltz for our wedding?"

"About four days." Jakob replied without a moment of hesitation.

"It was only four days?" Corrin said aloud, mostly to himself as he turned his head to Camilla. "It felt like it was so much longer…"

"…Correct." Camilla confirmed, causing Corrin to shoot them both a surprised look.?" "How many times does Corrin usually turn in his sleep?"

"Five. Sometimes six, depending on the temperature of the room and how soft his mattress is."

"Mhmm. Next, when h-"

"Stop!" Corrin shouted, silencing them both. He was terrified of where the line of questioning could go. "While I'm… impressed, and kind of concerned that you have all of that memorized, Jakob, are you actually arguing with Camilla about this right now?" he asked in disbelief, "Are you seriously arguing with my wife over this? And I can take care of myself just fine…"

"Honey." Camilla said sweetly as she turned to look at Corrin. "You nearly burnt down the castle when you tried to surprise me with scrambled eggs."

"That… that was one time! And I got them to you the next day!"

"But they were burnt black, dear. While I certainly appreciated the attempt…"

"To receive Lord Corrin's cooking, even if it was inedible… what an honor!" Jakob thought jealously.

"Ok, fine. Maybe I'm not the best chef, but how about last time I took care of our laundry? That went well!"

"And you took care of the colored shirts and the whites at the same time…" Camilla softly laughed.

"Well… no one told me that they were supposed to be separated!" Corrin exclaimed with a pout. "But you said you really liked how everything turned out rainbow! You still wear some of it."

"I certainly did enjoy it, dear. You brought a whole new level of excitement to my wardrobe. But I doubt everyone else enjoyed having their whites ruined it."

"Hmph." Corrin grunted crossing his arms, sinking into his chair like a child. "Ok, maybe I do need help. But go and take some time off Jakob. I'll be ok."

"That's right, Jakob. He'll be just fine without you because he has me." Camilla shouted. "You're dismissed! Shoo! Corrin doesn't need you anymore, only me!"

"Lady Camilla. If Lord Corrin ordered me to fall on my sword, I would not hesitate to do so. But the only order I cannot obey, nay, will never obey, is to no longer attend to my duties." Jakob said as he turned his back to them. "I owe it to my lord to make sure his needs are always attended to. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must go and recook your dinner. I shall return shortly with your meal."

Corrin's eyes went wide as Jakob hastily left the room, and he could only stare at Camilla in disbelief.

"One day he'll listen to me. One day!"

"He's far more tenacious than I gave him credit for..." Camilla thought to herself as she glared down at the floor. "I could just feed him to Marzia, and say he fell during one of our marches, or…"

"Cami?" Corrin's voice yanked her out of her head, and she saw him looking at her with a very concerned look. "Are you alright? You're staring at the floor like you're going to destroy it."

"Oh, I'm fine dear. Don't worry! Just thinking about… how much I'm looking forward to dinner!"

A/N: Blackace70 asked, and received. Hope this is along the lines of what you were expecting.