Owain returns with his father's sword and a badly-fletched Risen arrow.
"Mother, I'm sorry...I couldn't—" is all he manages before her legs give out.
--
2. AU
He watches her, three paces behind. Brimming with energy despite the snapping cold, she uses her staff as a walking stick: he can see she's too amazed by the beauty of Gagazet to slow down, or even look where she's going. Sumia walks with her, and their laughter rings out as they slip over the ice. He treasures this tranquility; he knows what awaits on the far side of the mountain. Zanarkand.
He understands Chrom's intention: refusing to watch a second sister go the way of the first, dead in the finals steps of her pilgrimage. But the Calm will need men like Chrom. Lon’qu knows what he needs to do.
Her listens to her laughter and holds it close to his heart.
--
3. Crack
Her attempt to teach him needlework lasted for all of five minutes before Gaius felt compelled to become involved and Lon'qu proved that a needle could, in fact, be used to commit grievous bodily injury.
--
4. Crossover
"Oh, it's so cute!" Lissa coos, bending to pet the rappig.
As Lord Gardios frantically scrambles backwards, Lissa laughs far more cheerily than anyone ought.
"Oh man, I know someone you should meet!"
--
5.First time
She has to be gentle, coaxing, coaching him through it. It's all new for him. He's never been this intimate with anyone. His heart is hammering in his chest, every muscle wound taunt. Sweat beads at his brow.
"Do you want to stop?"
Her voice is worried.
"No." It's his pride as a man talking. He doesn't want to disappoint her, make her doubt her choice. No more distance, they'd promised.
She's so close. He can feel the heat rising from her skin. Her quivering breath ghosts against his neck.
She leans her cheek against his collarbone, letting him tuck her head beneath his chin. His arms complete the circle around her shoulders, and he gingerly holds her there. He's never cuddled anyone before.
Small steps.
--
6. Fluff
He returns home only to be greeted by a deviously crafted ambush: his wife and toddler have taken arms against him. Diving behind a tree, it's all he can do to hasten the construction of his own fortress while they pelt him with snowballs.
As one impacts massively just shy of his head, he frowns and peers out again over the battlefield. Peeking out behind Owain's woolen cap, badly hidden by the ridge of their snow fort, is a telltale bald head.
"Basilio. You traitor."
"She promised me cheese rolls!"
Lissa scores the first hit, and makes enough rolls for all of them to share afterwards.
--
7. Humor
It's still dark out when he's roused from sleep. Owain's wail reaches them from the next room over, through the stone. He nudges his wife, who makes a drawn-out noise of displeasure.
"He's your son, you go rock him," she mutters, turning over.
--
8. Hurt/Comfort
He's not much of a healer. When she falls ill, little Owain is the one who tends to her, fluffing her pillows and fetching medicine from the cabinets at her instruction. It's Lon'qu, however, who gets up at dawn to prepare her favourite stews and soups, then sits at her bedside to spoon it into her mouth.
--
9. Smut
The fire in the hearth crackles with orange-yellow flame that lights her skin gold. She writhes beneath him on the furs, knees drawn up to wrap her legs around his waist. He's quiet, letting her know how he feels with the press of his fingers, the slick slide of his tongue, the relentless power of his hips. She moans and mewls and drags her nails down his back, and if his release comes shamefully quick, she shows him just how to make up for it.
--
10. UST
His fingers comb one of her pigtails, almost playfully--if Lon'qu could ever be called playful--before stalling with the very tip of one golden lock between thumb and forefinger. Their eyes meet, and she realizes how close he is, and how wonderful the proximity feels.
Chrom clears his throat, loudly, and Robin laughs.
Lon'quxLissa
Owain returns with his father's sword and a badly-fletched Risen arrow.
"Mother, I'm sorry...I couldn't—" is all he manages before her legs give out.
--
2. AU
He watches her, three paces behind. Brimming with energy despite the snapping cold, she uses her staff as a walking stick: he can see she's too amazed by the beauty of Gagazet to slow down, or even look where she's going. Sumia walks with her, and their laughter rings out as they slip over the ice. He treasures this tranquility; he knows what awaits on the far side of the mountain. Zanarkand.
He understands Chrom's intention: refusing to watch a second sister go the way of the first, dead in the finals steps of her pilgrimage. But the Calm will need men like Chrom. Lon’qu knows what he needs to do.
Her listens to her laughter and holds it close to his heart.
--
3. Crack
Her attempt to teach him needlework lasted for all of five minutes before Gaius felt compelled to become involved and Lon'qu proved that a needle could, in fact, be used to commit grievous bodily injury.
--
4. Crossover
"Oh, it's so cute!" Lissa coos, bending to pet the rappig.
As Lord Gardios frantically scrambles backwards, Lissa laughs far more cheerily than anyone ought.
"Oh man, I know someone you should meet!"
--
5.First time
She has to be gentle, coaxing, coaching him through it. It's all new for him. He's never been this intimate with anyone. His heart is hammering in his chest, every muscle wound taunt. Sweat beads at his brow.
"Do you want to stop?"
Her voice is worried.
"No." It's his pride as a man talking. He doesn't want to disappoint her, make her doubt her choice. No more distance, they'd promised.
She's so close. He can feel the heat rising from her skin. Her quivering breath ghosts against his neck.
She leans her cheek against his collarbone, letting him tuck her head beneath his chin. His arms complete the circle around her shoulders, and he gingerly holds her there. He's never cuddled anyone before.
Small steps.
--
6. Fluff
He returns home only to be greeted by a deviously crafted ambush: his wife and toddler have taken arms against him. Diving behind a tree, it's all he can do to hasten the construction of his own fortress while they pelt him with snowballs.
As one impacts massively just shy of his head, he frowns and peers out again over the battlefield. Peeking out behind Owain's woolen cap, badly hidden by the ridge of their snow fort, is a telltale bald head.
"Basilio. You traitor."
"She promised me cheese rolls!"
Lissa scores the first hit, and makes enough rolls for all of them to share afterwards.
--
7. Humor
It's still dark out when he's roused from sleep. Owain's wail reaches them from the next room over, through the stone. He nudges his wife, who makes a drawn-out noise of displeasure.
"He's your son, you go rock him," she mutters, turning over.
--
8. Hurt/Comfort
He's not much of a healer. When she falls ill, little Owain is the one who tends to her, fluffing her pillows and fetching medicine from the cabinets at her instruction. It's Lon'qu, however, who gets up at dawn to prepare her favourite stews and soups, then sits at her bedside to spoon it into her mouth.
--
9. Smut
The fire in the hearth crackles with orange-yellow flame that lights her skin gold. She writhes beneath him on the furs, knees drawn up to wrap her legs around his waist. He's quiet, letting her know how he feels with the press of his fingers, the slick slide of his tongue, the relentless power of his hips. She moans and mewls and drags her nails down his back, and if his release comes shamefully quick, she shows him just how to make up for it.
--
10. UST
His fingers comb one of her pigtails, almost playfully--if Lon'qu could ever be called playful--before stalling with the very tip of one golden lock between thumb and forefinger. Their eyes meet, and she realizes how close he is, and how wonderful the proximity feels.
Chrom clears his throat, loudly, and Robin laughs.
--