Title: Not My Cup of Tea (F!Corrin x Laslow)

Laslow knows exactly how Corrin likes her tea.

On mornings when the air is crisp and the sun peeks just over the horizon, Laslow always prepares a cup of Jasmine tea. The touch of honey he adds makes it just as sweet as every morning they share together.

The tea burns her tongue ever so slightly, but it's how Corrin prefers it. It's odd. When she sets the tea back onto the table, she realizes that her cup is the only one there.

Corrin and Laslow lock eyes from across the table. She doesn't even have to ask him. Her face says it all.

"It's alright, my darling. I'm not really in the mood for tea this morning," he tells her. "But I'll gladly make you another cup if you'd like. I've gotten very good at it, don't you think?"

He winks at her and she rests a hand over her lips as she giggles. Laslow was pretty good, though she'd never admit it to Jakob.

Even so, tea time was their thing. So why didn't Laslow make himself a cup as well?


When the afternoons were hot and the air muggy, Laslow always had a glass of sweet tea ready for her. It's cool and refreshing – this time, the sweet tea has a peach flavor to it.

All that sits between them is a pitcher of sweet tea and a single glass.

Corrin's eyebrows knit together in question. "No tea this time either, Laslow?"

He shakes his head. "Water is good enough for me, darling. But I appreciate the concern." When she hums, Laslow asks if there's anything wrong.

"Nothing dear," she tells him. "At least, not with me. You, however, seem a bit out of it."

"Because we aren't having tea together?" He asks. She nods. "Well, I did have a cup earlier… D-don't give me that look, it was with Odin, I promise!"

Corrin frowns. "Odin has been out of the castle with Leo and Niles since last night. They aren't coming back until tomorrow night."

"Ah…"

"Laslow –!"

"I need to excuse myself," He says hurriedly before leaving the table. Corrin doesn't chase after him. Instead, she wonders to herself if he's truly reverted back to his old habits.


Though they haven't spoken much lately, Laslow still makes her a cup of chamomile tea for her sleepless nights.

She sits in bed with a piping hot cup between her hands and watches the moon through her window. Laslow sits on the edge of the bed with his back to her.

He won't even look at her.

"Laslow," she speaks. The muscles on his back tense up. "Are you still in love with me?"

He's quick to turn around look her in the eye. "Corrin, of course. With all my heart, I truly do. Do you honestly doubt me?"

With that look in his eye, she can feel that what he says is true. But, with the way he's been acting lately… "Then why do you lie to me about who you spend your time with?"

"Corrin, I…" Then he buries his head in his hands. "Gods, this is so embarrassing."

"What's embarrassing?" She asks.

"Oh, it was silly of me to hide this from the beginning. Corrin, tea… isn't really my cup of tea."

She blinks. "…What?"

"That's why I haven't been drinking tea with you, darling. I'm not a fan of it… never was. But I enjoyed our tea time together so much so I tried to do along with it for as long as I can."

This makes absolutely no sense to her. "But, I don't understand. Before we were married, you'd constantly ask women out for tea. Why tea if you never liked it?"

"I was told that women loved tea, so I went with it," Laslow explains. "Anything for the ladies?" He gives a nervous laugh, and Corrin sets her tea cup down on her night table.

"Then, why lie about having tea with Odin?"

He sighs. "I wanted to give you an explanation of why I wasn't having tea without outright telling you, but after that bit with Odin being gone, I realized I made the situation a lot worse, so I fled. I apologize deeply, my love – I never meant to make you feel this way."

It's silent for a moment before laughter fills the air. "Corrin?" Laslow calls out to her, but her laughter drowns him out.

She moves from her spot on the bed to embrace him and her lips graze his ear. "Oh Laslow, what am I going to do with you?" She giggles.

A smile graces his lips and his arms begin to wrap around her waist. "Well, maybe you can treat me to coffee sometime?"

She pulls away from him just enough to get a good look at his face. "Coffee? Is that what you like?"

"Oh, I love coffee," he beams.

She lets out a small laugh before resting her forehead on his. "Okay then. We'll have coffee tomorrow, I promise." She tells him, before they share a chaste kiss.