My second published fanfic, this is a one shot, not very long, but I wrote it about a year or two ago. Features My Unit and Lon'qu in a pre-established relationship.
PS they still love each other, in my eyes, they just love to relentlessly tease one another.
Disclaimer: I don't own Fire Emblem or the mentioned characters, I just created the plot and in a way, the My Unit.
As I walked into my shared tent, I saw Lon'qu quietly sitting cross-legged on a peacock blue blanket which had been laid out on the ground. He had been so absorbed in the book he was reading, "How to Tame a Kitten:Getting to Know Your Feline Friend"-What?-that he did not even notice my entrance. I grinned at this fact and slowly stalked over to him, imitating a leopard ready to pounce on its prey.
Tightening my hair tie that held back long blonde strands from my face, I prepared for the upcoming battle. After yanking up my trousers and shifting my cloak to the side, I began to tiptoe toward my unfortunate, unaware husband.
Because his back had been facing the opening to our tent-never a good choice for a swordsman!-I was able to sneak up behind him and cover his eyes with my hands. Kneeling down, I leaned forward to softly speak into his ear.
"~Lonnie~! Guess who~?" I whispered in a sing-song voice.
He jumped slightly at the sudden knowledge of my presence and muttered under his breath.
"Must you refer to me but that dreadful pet name?" He questioned. I could tell from the tone of his voice that he was not only frowning, but also blushing. He seemed quite embarrassed. How very interesting...
"If you really require an obvious answer to that rhetorical question-then, yes, I must."
He 'hmph'd' me, and I inwardly snickered, careful not to do so aloud, so as not to upset him further. I was going to leave him alone and continue reading one of the volumes of my favorite tactician series-"Tactical Warfare: An Expert's Guide to Battle."- but now, I do believe that I've found an activity far more engaging than reading a book. As much as I love to read, unnerving Lon'qu rarely occurs, but when it does, I enjoy making the best of it.
Staying on my knees, I inched forward and crawled into his lap being sure that I was facing him. I then slyly wrapped my arms around his shoulders and interwove my long, delicate fingers.
"Lon-Lon...I am sooo bored...!" I said, sighing as I nuzzled my nose into his neck.
He finally placed his book down by his side and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. He muttered something along the lines of '...the army's tactician...bored...?' Then after sighing, he looked at me with solemn eyes-though I knew saw something in them, a twinkle almost.
"I hate Morgan." He stated casually, as if he were saying a well-known fact.
I gasped. What? Morgan? MY BABY-I mean-our dear little boy? I looked at the man before me, quite confused. What could he have done to irritate Lon'qu?-wait. He could have done many things, actually, considering the boy's love for tricks and games. He was so mischievous sometimes, it was adorable, though probably not very mature for his age.
"What did Innocent Little Morgie do to you?" I questioned.
"Firstly, do you have a nickname for everyone?...And he isn't innocent, troublesome child... Or for that matter, he isn't even little-after all, he is seventeen."
"Yes, I do; but that's beside the point! So tell me, what did my baby boy do to you that was SO terrible?"
Putting a hand on his face, across his eyes, Lon'qu opened his mouth for a retort. Before he replied though, I noticed his pale lips twitch into an almost-smile.
"Simple.
He left me here with you."