Hi! Thank you so much for the nice feedback and reviews. They really made my day and I'm glad people find all these cuties in-character so far.
I donut own Fire Emblem. Hahaha, geddit. Donut.
Well here's Lawnkoo x Robin with a side of Morgan.
"En garde, fath- ow!"
"How many times do I have to tell you not to yell like a madman before you try to pull a "surprise" attack, Morgan?"
Morgan pushed himself off the ground with a wince, Lon'qu sighing as he sheathed his sword before grabbing his son by the shoulders and turning him around to check that he didn't accidentally injure him. The boy was not yet a man, and the protective instinct in Lon'qu flared everytime Morgan was knocked down during sparring despite the careful measures he took to withhold the full force of his blows.
"As I expected, you have amazingly fast reactions, dad." Morgan grinned at his father, wiping at his nose and sniffling a little before sneezing loud enough for the entire army to hear. Lon'qu winced before letting out a short breath and reaching a hand out to ruffle his son's hair. "No, you're just unnecessarily loud. Just like your mother," he muttered, pushing Morgan toward the tent he and the army's best strategist shared. Morgan's tent was farther away from theirs, something Robin was unhappy about (and Lon'qu as well, though he pretended to remain apathetic) but it couldn't be helped, seeing as he was sharing it with Owain and seemed happy to be rooming with someone he considered an older brother of sorts.
"Get my cloak and put it on. I don't want you catching a cold." He said in a tone leaving no room for argument. Morgan pouted, but went inside to retrieve his father's cloak. Secretly, he was happy because it was one of the rare times his father showed affection so blatantly. He knew the blows he received during sparring with Lon'qu would only be a quarter of the pounding an enemy force would get, and it made him happy. But at the same time, Morgan thought while gathering up his father's heavy black cloak, he vowed to become stronger so one day the champion fighter wouldn't have to worry about holding back.
"Morgan?" a familiar voice snapped him out of his thoughts as he looked up to find dark brown eyes similar to his peering at him from the bed. "Mother!" Morgan exclaimed happily, hurrying over to her and nearly tripping over the oversized cloak in the process. Robin smiled and put the book she had been reading aside, standing up and taking the cloak from her son before wrapping it around him securely. "The weather has been getting chillier… I should begin adding alcohol to the inventories. Nothing better than that to keep us warm…" she murmured, almost losing herself in her train of thoughts before remembering her son, who was smiling up at her.
Robin grinned and squeezed his cheek, marvelling once again at how she could see Lon'qu in his jaw and nose and herself in his eyes and lips. "Run along and get your dinner. I heard Kjelle is making potato stew tonight." Morgan made a face. "Kjelle is making dinner? Oh, Gods…" He groaned, his mother giggling before she pressed a kiss to her son's head. "You'd better get your share before it runs out."
"I doubt it will…" he muttered, but hugged Robin briefly before moving to leave the tent at the same time Lon'qu was coming in. "Father! Would you like to get dinner together?" A small smile curved the myrmidon's lips before he shook his head. "I will join you later. Kjelle is preparing the food, so make sure you don't eat it unless Sully says it's safe." Morgan groaned again and left the tent, leaving his mother and father alone.
Robin giggled as Lon'qu came in and took off his Killing Edge, placing it by a pile of books on the floor. "Our boy never seems to run out of energy." Robin said fondly, walking over to her husband.
The champion made a noncommittal noise as he picked his sword back up, unsheathing it and settling himself down on the floor to clean it.
The Shepherd's tactician sighed before folding her arms. "Still angry about that?" Lon'qu grunted again, knowing he was acting childish but he was unable to help it. Everything this woman said or did caused him to act in ways he never would've imagined himself behaving. Robin sighed and got down on her knees, pushing the Killing Edge she had forged for him to one side before settling down with her back against him.
"Look, it's not that I want to be around Frederick so much. He just happens to be second-in-command and the next best option when Chrom isn't around." The myrmidon nodded slowly, knowing where his wife was coming from before he felt two hands on his cheeks. "Look at me." He frowned at her, knowing his face must unglamorously be mimicking that of a fish at the moment. "Unhand me, woman—"
"I am your wife, not Frederick's. No matter how much time I have to spend with him, he's not the one I want to spend the rest of my life with." She paused before stroking her husband's cheek. "I love you." Lon'qu sighed as an affectionate smile pulled at his lips. "As I love you." Robin wrapped her arms around his neck before their lips met, his hands resting on her waist as his thumbs rubbed tender circles. "But you must admit it was proper grounds for worry." He murmured against her cheek, moving to press kisses on her jaw and neck. Robin pulled back and narrowed her eyes at him.
"Do I have a son with Frederick?"
"Technically, we don't have Morgan yet."
Robin grinned mischievously, slipping a hand under his tunic. "Would you like to work on remedying that?"
"Tsk. Sly woman."
Omg Robin you pervert. I wanted to incorporate figs into the short but couldn't find anywhere to fit in. Ah, well. My headcanon that Lon'qu has a phobia of figs will have to wait.
I will definitely try my best to get all my requests done, seeing as y'all are so sweet. Thanks so much again. Special thanks to Strawberry Eggs for a lovely review and of course, clearing up how to pronounce Lon'qu's name. ^-^
Next up will be male!Robin x our pretty pink Pegasus knight. It might take a few days because I've got stuff on. Weh.
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