Lucina Reacts to Date Peepers!
A/N: Welcome, one and all, to Lucina Reacts! In light of...fairly recent bad news that you may all be aware of already- but I will not cover in further detail here, we may be in need of a pick-me-up.
On a more cheerful note since we may need that, since you people all asked for it, Lucina Reacts will finally get a crossover with Weiss Reacts! Yes, at long last, you will get your Tharja/Velvet wombo combo, Lucina will finally chew out Blake for screwing up her world with fanfiction, and we will possibly even have more jokes at Corrin/Azura's expense. *grin*
So, let's get this glorious chapter on the road!
DISCLAIMER: Fire Emblem belongs to Nintendo, otherwise Gregor would have made a cameo in Fates (hell, knowing Gregor, he might've. :P)
All mentioned franchises and characters belong to their respective owners.
"H-huh. So t-this is w-what a c-calm dinner f-feels like..." Lucina mused, blushing nervously as she picked at her food, looking at her equally nervous boyfriend. Robin nodded slowly.
"Yeah...i-it's a lot less...chaotic." The grandmaster admitted. "I...I don't really know how this works..."
"I guess we just...u-um...eat? And then talk?" Lucina stated, blinking rapidly and trying to maintain her composure.
Robin nodded. "Y-yeah. That's w-what that book I read on this said..."
"Y-you read a book?" The princess inquired.
"Of course! I...I wanted to make it a-a good experience for you, L-Lucina..."
"...tell me what that book is, I-I think I should read it." The princess pleaded. "Please, Robin. D-do you think t-this is a little...weird?"
"W-well...I mean, n-normally, couples d-do this to...erm, get to know each other better, b-but...we've been living i-in the same castle for years..." Robin responded. "U-um...errr..."
The couple had decided to try out the concept of a 'date' that Reflet had suggested to them to get to know each other better. Robin had been about to protest the fact that he and Lucina hardly needed to know each other better when she and Robin had lived under the same roof and spent almost every other day in each other's company before the princess begged him to go along with it for the sake of being able to be with each other in peace.
For that purpose, Robin had recruited a woman called Gerda; she came recommended by Inigo, of all people- to find him an excellent place to have dinner with Lucina in peace at- she'd found a relatively unknown eatery in the northern sector of Ylisstol, where only Miriel frequented- and the sage was currently busy with some sort of device she called a 'bicycle'- allowing the pair to have some peace, assured the Cabal would be unable to follow them.
Lucina breathed heavily. "...um...so...do we just, talk and enjoy the f-food, Robin? I mean, I know this was intended to get u-us to know each other better, but..."
Robin sighed in relief. "Yes, that sounds like a good idea.
You know...this food really is exquisite."
"Yes." The princess nodded, smiling. "It really is well-made. Inigo's friends are well-informed."
"I wonder how he knows her, though...and why she seems so familiar..." The grandmaster pondered. "Ah, well."
"S-so...um..." The princess started twiddling her fingers. "Eh...um...would it be...e-erm...rude to ask for a...kiss? I-I mean-what am I saying? T-this is so embarrassing..."
Robin's cheeks rouged. "Heh...um...well..." He looked around instinctively to ensure nobody was watching, before realising nobody should be.
"Um...I s-suppose..." The grandmaster nodded.
He really was lost on how to do this relationship thing. Robin was a man of many talents- a master strategist, a skilled pianist, a skilled cook, decent at writing and many other skills; indeed, he was a veritable jack-of-all-trades. Of course, when it came to love and Lucina in particular, nothing in his encyclopaedic knowledge could him. He envied Cordelia sometimes; the falcon knight, despite not being as knowledgeable as he was, knew more about love than anyone else in the Shepherds, even than the likes of Reflet, who specialized in matchmaking.
She would know what to do when your girlfriend asked you for a kiss. Or if you were supposed to ask for those kinds of things. Or if-
"Heehee."
Robin was snapped out of his fugue by a giggle behind him. He flinched.
"Lucina...did you hear that?" The grandmaster inquired. Lucina nodded.
"Yes. Yes I did." The princess cupped her hand around her right ear to hear where the giggling was coming from.
...
"Those two are so awkward and adorable together."
"I know, right? It's so cute~"
"Seriously, they're worse than Cordelia! I mean, Robin had to read a book to learn how to go on-"
"Ahem." Robin loudly cleared his throat, moving the brush where his stalkers were hiding aside, with Lucina starting at them behind him, her hand on the hilt of the Parallel Falchion.
Cynthia and Morgan froze, both blunettes caught in the act of eavesdropping. Morgan waved sheepishly at her parents.
"Hi...mom...dad..." She greeted them, laughing nervously. "...nice night for a walk, huh?"
Cynthia swallowed nervously. "U-uh...sister! I see...you've been polishing your sword quite...nicely..."
Robin crossed his arms, looking quite irritated. "Morgan, why did you follow your mother and I?"
"I...uh...wanted to root for you! You know how it is, with new couples and how hard it is-" Morgan laughed nervously.
"You're a worse liar than your grandmother." Lucina remarked. "Why are you actually here?"
"...I...errr...wanted to see how badly this date would go..." The tactician admitted, chuckling nervously and buckling under her mother's glare. Cynthia sighed, before gaining a determined look in her eyes.
"If we're caught, we're caught! THE JUSTICE CABAL WILL NEVER SURRENDER!" The pegasus rider declared, raising her fists, before Morgan yanked her aunt from behind.
"Now's not the time Cynthia! I think we should cut our losses and go!"
"B-but a Hero of Justice never retreats!"
"My mother looks like she'll cut you if you don't go!" The tactician pleaded as she yanked Cynthia away with her, the eyes of her parents following her closely.
Robin sighed when she was out of earshot. "I really don't know where she gets that from."
"...perhaps it's my fault, as she likely gets it from my mother." Lucina responded, grumbling. "Or she's spent too much time around Reflet."
"That does tend to have that effect on people." The grandmaster admitted, hanging his head in defeat. "...s-so...should we finish our dinner?"
Lucina nodded. "Yes...yes, that sounds best. That way I can...calm down, and resist the urge to yell at Morgan later."
"Trust me, Lucina," Robin reassured her. "You're not the only one who's going to be yelling at her later."
Meanwhile...
"Gggh...I hate you." Sully grumbled irritably. "You know I really hate you, right?"
Maribelle smirked, her hand extended to receive something. "Well, Sully, you know the rules. You made a bet and now that you lost it, I am here to collect."
"You cheated and helped Cordelia get those two together!" Sully complained.
"Our bet never said I wasn't allowed to do that." The noblewoman pointed out.
"Damn you and your stupid rules lawyering. Next time, I'm making sure you don't pull any of that crap." Sully roughly shoved a small bag of coins into Maribelle's hand. "There, you happy?"
"Very much so." Maribelle responded smugly. "Never bet against the house, or so the common folk say."
The cavalier gave her a furious glare as she walked off, muttering under her breath. Maribelle chuckled to herself, pocketing her ill-gotten gold.
"Hmph. If anything, they should be thanking me for ending that dreadful tango of 'will-they-won't-they'." The noblewoman declared. "To see that those two would hardly recognise love if it hit them in the face is an affront to my-oof!"
She was interrupted, of course, by Morgan running straight into her, knocking her back slightly. Cynthia shook her head, looking up. "Oh, h-hey Maribelle."
"Errm, sorry about that, we'll just be on our way-"
"Now wait just a minute!" The noblewoman snapped. "What is the meaning of this? Why did you just run into me?"
"We're, erm, trying to get away from my dad so he doesn't punish me." Morgan explained. "Now if you excuse me I really must be on my way-"
Maribelle raised an eyebrow. "Why, exactly, are you running away from Robin?"
"We kinda listened in on his date with Lucina and we, erm, got caught!" Cynthia explained hurriedly. "Now can we please go?! I think my sister might be going to stab me in my sleep and I rather like living!"
'...eavesdropping.' Maribelle thought, staring at the pair disapprovingly. 'How uncouth...'
"Well, get yourselves gone then!" The noblewoman snapped. "Go on! Before I change my mind about telling your parents, Morgan!"
Morgan gave her a grateful look, before yanking Cynthia to her side and running off into the distance. Sully put a hand on her hip, giving Maribelle a quizzical look.
"You're helping them?" The cavalier inquired. Maribelle crossed her arms, scoffing.
"D-don't get the wrong idea! I was simply deciding not to waste the effort of having to go and find Lucina to make her scold that little rascal!"
"Heh. You're a lot more than Lissa than you let on." Sully remarked, before the noblewoman propped herself up on her tiptoes, glaring into Sully's eyes.
"Don't you dare say anything about my Lissa!"
Sully scoffed. "Or what, you'll slap me with a glove and challenge me to a duel? That Fiora girl tried that on me because I accidentally disrespected her honor or something the other week.
I knocked her on her ass. Good fight, but she's a little too quick to piss off."
"Lissa is far purer than you're implying!"
Suddenly, however, Maribelle felt a chill run down her spine. She immediately turned around to see Tharja, who was heading from the same direction Morgan and Cynthia had come from, her head facing down and her arms huddled around a tome. Sully crossed her arms.
"Heh. Fancy seeing you here-"
"I don't have time for it, Sully." Tharja hissed at her angrily. "Go away before I hex you."
Maribelle tilted her head. "That is hardly any way to treat old friends, Tharja. That's quite rude, even for you. Did something happen?"
"It seems like you all don't know me then." The dark mage retorted sullenly. "Tch. I don't have time for this."
Tharja rudely stormed off. Maribelle gazed at the dark mage as she walked past her, trying to figure out why the already sullen sorceress was even more brusque than usual.
She swore she caught the glimpse of a tear or two, slowly rolling down the dark mage's cheek, before Tharja swiftly strolled into the night.
The next day...
Maribelle crossed her arms, watching Lissa excitedly chat with her and Frederick-once again dragged into acting as their companion for the day by Chrom- carefully contemplating the sight of Tharja possibly crying the night before.
'...what could that woman possibly have been crying about?' The noblewoman mused, tapping her chin pensively. '...it's just not like Tharja to cry. Perhaps someone dumped water on her head- her hair did look a little wet...'
Lissa continued speaking, unaware of her companion's contemplation. "...so, Freddiebear-"
"Please, milady, don't call me Freddiebear." Frederick pleaded, a haunted look crossing his face. "I haven't a clue where that name came from, but it makes me look like some sort of cuddly animal."
"But you are cuddly!" Lissa protested. Frederick slapped his forehead with his palm, exasperated.
"...I am your bodyguard, your Majesty. I don't think I should look cuddly to your enemies."
"Even if we pump more chocolate into you?"
The knight's expression looked even more haunted. "Please, no more chocolate. I must keep in shape if I am to protect you."
'Naga, please, no more chocolates. I am sick to death of eating the chocolates of her admirers. Thank Naga for those potions of Miriel's allowing me to void myself of those damned sweets...' The knight thought.
Lissa frowned. "Awwww...fine. I won't call you Freddiebear anymore. So, where was I? Oh, right, Donnel!
So, as I was saying-"
"What about Donnel?" Maribelle suddenly looked up, interested in the subject.
"I was just saying...Donnel kinda just waltzed up to me yesterday and...I think he asked me to dinner? And how could I say no? Donnel's kinda cute, after all." Lissa admitted, giggling.
Maribelle's eyelid twitched. "I...see."
"Yeah, and I'm going with him tonight. I think it'll be fun! He's just cute, you know?" The cleric admitted, sighing. "You're not...mad, are you, Maribelle?"
"Huh? Um, no, dear Lissa! Why would I be mad that you're...having dinner with...Donnel?" The noblewoman responded, smiling just a little too sweetly.
"...excellent!" Lissa answered, smiling brightly. "So, I should get ready for that. I'll just leave you with Freddiebear-"
Frederick cleared his throat rather noisily.
"I mean, Frederick. You two are fine, right?"
"Actually, I have to go powder my nose." Maribelle stood up, dusting herself off. "Do you mind, Lissa?"
"Of, of course! Go ahead!"
Maribelle stepped out of the room, strolling carefully away. When Lissa was out of earshot, the noblewoman growled.
"So...Donnel thinks he can court Lissa without my permission?" Maribelle declared. "How uncouth! I will...of course...have to resort to...uncivilized means to ensure that Lissa is treated well! I wouldn't want some brute to have his way with my Lissa, after all...
N-not that I care, or anything. She's simply my friend, after all. N-nothing more. But how...wait, that's it!"
She snapped her fingers.
"I will just have to...watch out for her. Yes, I'm not doing the same thing as Morgan is, that would be dreadful. I'm not stalking her, I am simply watching over her, like Frederick over ourselves. Yes...quite." Maribelle chuckled, tapping her chin pensively. "But who shall I recruit to be my assistant? I need an assistant...in case I need to handle Donnel, after all."
Maribelle looked around quickly and spotted Lucina, who was quietly reading a book. The noblewoman breathed in, before putting on her widest smile and approaching her.
"Hello, Lucina, dear, how are you today?" Maribelle said, greeting the princess. Lucina looked up from her book.
"Ah. Good afternoon, Maribelle. To what do I owe this pleasure?"
"I...erm...am in need of your services, dear." Maribelle explained, clearing her throat. "You see, your aunt Lissa is...in possibly mortal danger. Yes, mortal danger."
Lucina stood up, grasping the hilt of the Parallel Falchion. "Mortal danger? Where is she? Haven't you told Father yet?!"
Maribelle held up a finger. "Ah...that's the thing. She...isn't in danger yet, but she might be. And I need you to accompany me."
"Huh?"
"We are going to watch over your aunt to ensure she isn't in any danger whatsoever!" Maribelle offered, smiling.
Lucina thought for one second.
"...point me where you need me. I cannot allow my aunt to be in danger!"
'...I feel guilty for using you like this, Lucina...'The noblewoman contemplated. '...but my Lissa must be protected.'
"Excellent. We move at sunset."
To be continued...
A/N: Maribelle recruiting Lucina to stalk Lissa. This ought to be ridiculous. Also, what's with Tharja? Maybe you'll find out soon enough! Also, since I must as the village troll, take up my usual time to do this, blah blah blah Kamui/Elise master race blah blah.
Anyway, next time, the culmination of Maribelle's, ahem 'protection' of Lissa from afar.
So, I hope you enjoyed that, leave your ideas, comments, suggestions, criticisms, reviews and thoughts, and I hope you have a GREAT day! Until next time!
