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lei-tired · 11 months

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**The calm after the storm** -GN!Reader x sad tired Leon

Aww my poor baby needs some love and comfort :(((

**Warnings**

Mentions of pills, axes, blood, wounds, etc. Please be cautious when reading dear! 🥺

He was standing in his empty apartment. Cuts, bruises, and injuries litter his body. The soft rising and falling of his chest as he takes a deep breath, trying to cool himself down from the heat of the burning pain. The burning, searing, flaming pain of each injury.

His blue eyes flicker down to his hands. The same hands that held the guns, the same hands that were covered in blood. He lets out a groan and puts his hands back at his sides. Memories of everything that happened flashed through his mind.

Every person, every yell, every scream. All of the blood and the horrible smell of death that surrounded that horrific town.

He could still practically smell it on him. The nasty..horrific scent of blood and sorrow. How his eyes watered with tears from the memories. The horrible trauma was still fresh and new in his mind. He remembered the animalistic groans and yells from the villagers. He jumped in shock when a thunderous cry filled the night sky.

Lightning followed shortly after, adorning his room. It was still the same way he had left it before he left for that horrific mission. Rain softly patterned against his window as he looked around his now-dark room. His bed in the middle pressed firmly against the wall. Grey sheets sheathed his bed, slight ruffles in them from the nights of his turning and tossing in his bed. The soft black and grey comforter was neatly laid out on his bed, a corner open so he could have easier access to his bed.

His eyes moved to his pillows. A grey color covers them as well. There were two larger ones and a smaller, more narrow one for him to hug. The headboard of his bead was a black smokey color. It was padded as well. The foot of his bed had a black smokey board. His eyes moved to his nightstand. There was a lamp there with a black cover. A few empty pill bottles littered the top. A brand new bottle of pills sat there, unopened and untampered.

The rain pattering steadily against his window continued to serve as a sort of white noise. A round of thunder came again before the familiar white flash illuminated his room once more. His eyes traveled to the floors of his room. They were a black wooden floor. The black was soft and smokey so you could walk easily and not get tripped out and it served as an aesthetically pleasing sight.

His eyes moved to the small circular gray carpet that lay on his floor. A few stray pieces of clothing he dropped while grabbing his gear for the mission. He quietly walked over to them, the sound of his shoes gently hitting the wooden floors softly echoing through his room and then disappearing. He bent down and gently picked up the clothing. He observed them gently to see what they were. In his hands was a soft dark navy blue T-shirt. He gently tossed it into his clothing hamper. He picked up the other articles of clothing that included a pair of black jeans, a pair of socks, and one pair of boxers.

As he stood back up fully he was met with his black closet. There were silver knobs on them. His eyes traveled over the pictures of people he met in the agency. His eyes traveled over to his mirror. His eyes widened slightly for a moment as he saw his reflection. He walked to the mirror that was on his desk.

He looked into the reflection, his tired blue eyes met with the sight of his tired, beaten up, and weary form. His arms were scabbed over with blood from several scratches from fences, plants, trees, and walls that he accidentally scratched himself on.

His wrists were bruised. He was slightly confused about why before he remembered the room he was in with Luis. A soft smile feigned over his lips as he remembered Luis. Although..soon enough his smile turned into a frown as he remembered Luis' death.

A shaky sigh left his lips. It was soft and quiet as it left him. He let his eyes continue to wander over his disheveled figure. His hair was soft but slightly plagued by blood in some spots. The blood was dry and a darker color. His hair had little strays from him moving around and fighting so much.

His eyes traveled to his face. There was a cut on his cheek and a bruise forming on his cheek. There were dark eyebags under his eyes. His pupils were dilated from the darkness of his room. A cut was on his top lip as well. His eyes wandered down to his neck which was slowly also starting to bruise. He could make out a handprint that was starting to form.

His eyes moved to his shoulders which had slightly healed cuts from axes. He had bruises that littered his forearms. His shirt was slightly ripped and snagged in some places. His eyes wandered down to his legs. His pants covered every injury that he could feel but not see. He knew they were there without even seeing them.

His eyes looked back at his mirror. More photos of people from the agency were on the sides of the mirror. His eyes glanced over to a few. There were four. Different pictures of Krauser and him. One picture was in the training fields. Krauser had a smirk on his face. Leon was looking up at him with a raised eyebrow. He remembered that day...

He remembered that Krauser wanted to show him a new move. A new defensive move nonetheless. Leon ended up falling on the ground not some mud and Krauser had laughed at him.

The second photo...Krauser was holding the camera. Leon was in the bathroom, scrubbing off some marker doodles the others had drawn on him after he fell asleep. Krauser had a smile on his face and he was holding back a teasing laugh.

The third photo was of Kraused and Leon. Krauser was sharpening his knife and Leon was watching him out of pure boredom.

The fourth photo was of Leon and Krauser standing next to each other. They were in uniform. Krauser had an arm around Leon and rubbed his knuckle on his head. Leon was Laughing and trying to get his hand off of him.

Leon felt a weird feeling of conflict in his stomach. He remembered how he killed Krauser...how Krauser killed Luis. He remembered everything. He turned his head away. He looked back at his room.

His eyes looked around before he saw his bathroom door. He thought for a moment. A shower seemed...nice. He walked over and opened the door quietly. His bruised hand gently touched the light switch. The bathroom's lights turned on. His eyes squinted from the bright light and he blinked a few times before he got used to it.

He took his shoes off carefully and gently placed them down. His feet hurt because of jumping from high heights, walking, running, jumping, and having to hold his and Ashley's body weight sometimes. He let his hands gently grab the bottom of his shirt and pull it up. A shooting wave of pain shot through hir lower back and shoulders.

He let out a groan and stopped for a second. He took a deep breath before he managed to get his shirt off. He gently placed it on his marbled sink counter. He slid off his pants and his buckle. A feeling of relief washed through him as the pressure from his waistband and buckle finally released.

He looked at his body in the mirror. Even more cuts, stabs, and wounds were visible. He grimaced and turned his face away. He laid a soft white towel out on the rack. He had one of those glass showers with the doors.

His hand reached for the door handle and he turned the shower on. He put it to the hottest temperature and closed the door, waiting for it to heat up. While he was waiting he took off his socks. And right before he got in he slid his boxers off. They fell to the floor with a soft noise and he stepped out of them.

He opened the glass door and stepped in. He let out a sigh and a happy hum from the relief of the warm water. "mm.." He closed his eyes softly for a moment, allowing his ears to do the only work. He could hear the water bouncing off of his sore body and hitting the glass or the marble floor of his shower. He could hear his soft noises of relief softly echo and reverberate against the glass and walls of his shower.

He stretched and he could hear a few pops and cracks and he felt relief. He let out a soft sigh and grabbed a bottle of his shampoo. The shampoo was healing and restoring. It had a soft, sweet scent of honey and fresh air. It was a soft but noticeable scent.

He squeezed the bottle gently and closed it afterward. He put the bottle back on its rack before he gently scrubbed the shampoo into the roots of his hair. The soft smell of fresh air and honey mixed with the smell of the hot water almost immediately. The suds and bubbles formed in his hair as his hands gently massaged his scalp.

He let it sit for a moment or two before he washed it out gently. He tilted his head back to avoid getting any soapy water in his eyes. Though...after what he has seen, that may not have been the worst idea.

He grabbed his conditioner and put it in his hair as well, but he let it sit in his hair. While he let it sit he grabbed a loofa and he got some of his soft-smelling Dove body wash. The scent was sweet and soft but not perfumy.

He put some water on the loofa and let the soap foam up before he gently washed his body. He got his arms, legs, feet, and his inner thighs. He got his back and his shoulders as well. He gently washed all of that off and then washed a few other places. After he finished all of that he gently scrubbed his face to get all of the dirt and grime off of him. He finally felt clean after the sweat that had dried on his skin washed off. He cleaned the loofa and then washed the conditioner out of his hair.

He continued to let the water console his aching and pain-filled body as a bit of relief washed over him. He carefully got out of the shower after turning it off. The glass was clouded and so was the mirror. He grabbed the towel and dried his hair and then his body. He wrapped the towel around his waist and he grabbed his hair dryer and brush.

He spent 5 minutes drying his hair and brushing it. His hair was free from dirt, grime, sweat, and blood. He ran his fingers through his soft and dry hair. He picked up his clothes and put them in his dirty clothes on his way out of the bathroom, deciding to just leave his shoes in there.

He walked to the black closet and his hands gently opened the doors. He grabbed a soft black hoodie and he grabbed new socks, boxers, and some shorts. He put on the hoodie and slid the boxers up his injured legs and up to his waist. He pulled on his shorts before he walked to his bed and slid on his socks.

He was sitting on his bed, now letting everything that happened seem like a memory, a distant but also new memory. He started to get lost in the memory of everything that happened. He felt his chest tighten up and his breath left him as quickly as it came. Tears blurred his vision and he choked a few times on his tears and coughs as he tried to breathe.

Suddenly his phone vibrates. He jumped, feeling nervous and paranoid. He wiped his eyes slightly and reached a very shaky hand to his phone. He looked at the screen and a bit of relief washed through his system. You had texted him.

He put his passcode in and looked at the text message. It was simple but cute to him, but also very needed.

You: Hi Leon, I heard you got back from your mission! Saving the president's daughter huh? Now that is pretty cool. I know you may be busy signing autographs or some idol stuff like that but maybe I could come over and you could tell me about it?

His eyes glistened over. He needed someone right now...

His fingers gently typed on his phone's keyboard and he replied

Leon: Yeah, no you can come over!

He saw your little emoticon he had set as your contact profile photo type.

You: Ok! I'll be right over.

He smiled and turned off his phone. He put it on his nightstand and he laid back on his bed. He could feel the migraine setting in and he let out a groan. He grabbed his comforter and pulled it over him and he rested his head on his pillow. He fell asleep.

Soon enough he heard the front door to his apartment open and he smiled sleepily. He heard a coat being unzipped and placed up and then he heard the sound of shoes hitting the floor. Soft sounds of little steps were heard coming to his bedroom door.

Then you opened the door. You weren't wearing your shoes and you were in your socks. He watched as you walked over to him and looked at the injuries on his face.

He saw the worry in your eyes and he frowned slightly. He didn't want you upset or sad.

He sat up on his bed and opened the blanket. He saw your eyes travel down his body and towards his injuries. He saw your face contort into more worry. He saw you walk into his bathroom and grab the first aid supplies.

You walked over to the bed and sat down on it. You started to put disinfectant on all of his cuts. He let out gasps and groans from the pain as he squeezed his eyes shut. you grabbed bandaids and put them on the smaller injuries before grabbing bandages and wrapping them around his bigger injuries.

Toward the end of it, you were holding his injured hands in your own and bandaging them softly and carefully. His tired and sad blue eyes watched your hands move carefully to not hurt him. You gently finished bandaging his hand and you threw the paper stuff away before putting the first aid away.

This had become a routine. After every mission, you would come over and heal him slowly. Sometimes on simple missions, he would purposefully get hurt just so you would come over and bandage him and stay with him. He enjoyed your company, he enjoyed you being there with him.

You came back into the room and Leon looked at you with a soft, sleepy smile. "Thanks..you help me you know..? Every time you help me I always feel a bit safer and...I can't thank you enough"

His voice was soft and raspy as he spoke softly. He looked up at you and he moved over in his bed. He patted the spot next to him with an uncharacteristically sheepish smile.

You laughed slightly and a warm smile spread on your face as you sat next to him on the bed. He put the blanket over you. Usually, he was the big spoon but after missions, you always held him.

He needed reassurance and love. He needed the feeling of being wanted and cared for. He hated having to always be strong and he hated always making decisions. Lord knows he made enough already during his mission. He just needed someone to hold him...and listen to him..and let him cry.

You opened your arms and he put his head onto your chest. He could feel your hands gently scratching his scalp softly. He could feel your other hand gently massaging the sore muscles on his back and his stiff neck. He let out a small sigh.

He was too tired to cry now. He just wanted to rest and relax..and that is exactly what you let him do.

You were usually his rock after the missions. You were the reason he fought to come home alive. You were his reason for everything.

And these moments solidified those thoughts, and that made them stronger every time.

His love for you was true...and he loved you a lot. That is one thing he knew he could count on. The simplicity of your love...your care...your everything.

His eyes softly closed as he could hear you softly humming. He always enjoyed your humming when he was tired and fragile. He could practically feel your concern. You were holding him like he was as fragile as a flower...as if one movement could break him.

He could feel your warmth and love with every tender movement your hand made as they massaged his back. He could feel the kindness and care in every gentle, loving scratch that blessed his clean and soft scalp.

He could hear the sounds of the rain still pattering against his window like earlier and he had a soft hazy smile form on his tired, injured face as he slowly but peacefully fell into a trance.

His arms were gently placed around your waist. His breaths were soft against you. His chest was pressed against your side.

He could feel you press a soft kiss on his head. He could feel your head laying on his. The weight really grounded him and made sure he knew you were there and that he wasn't in Spain...and that he wasn't alone.

He felt the fatigue from the mission slowly catch up to him again. He could feel his legs relaxing first. Slowly but surely his body relaxed into his bed. The soft pattering of rain against the window, the wind gently blowing, the soft rumbling of thunder...and then the soft sounds of your sleepy hums or the sounds of your soft breathing...

Comfort filled him as he finally felt peace..as he finally felt comfort..and he let sleep carefully overtake him as his body, and mind went to rest...forgetting about his trauma, his stress, and his pain.

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. You get some rest now lovely, you need and deserve it🥰

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fictionfawn · 1 year

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to forgive or not to forgive

WRITTEN WITH MODERN AU IN MIND! angst-to-fluff, scara is scara so he's an ass at the beginning lol, spoiler for his real name. this was thrown together pretty quickly, so please forgive any errors or parts that may not make sense! LET SCARAMOUCHE SAY FUCK!!

As much as it may be surprising, you and Scaramouche actually don’t fight that often. Or seriously fight, at least. Most arguments are some form of bickering, something you and him have been accustomed to since the very beginning, even before your relationship. It was more like second nature to the two of you, and it was nothing hurtful. You know what he’s like, and he knows your boundaries and what not to press.

This is by far one of the most worst arguments you’ve ever had, if not the worst.

You don’t exactly remember how it started—maybe it was something he said, or something he did that rubbed you the wrong way.

It started off with something small, something minutely small, and it got blown out of proportion. You can’t deny that you were at fault for some of it, too—things were tense and looking worse by the minute, and all you wanted was for it to stop. You were fine with continuing it some other day because you knew at some point you always come back to it. But, that didn’t happen.

What was so different about that day? Maybe you were both tired, maybe one of you was still holding a grudge from what was said before—whatever it was, you surely did not expect for it to lead to… this.

He’s poking and prodding at every single nerve he can find—taunting you, following you around and hovering by you like a scornful shadow as he speaks to you with a sneer, every word aimed to provoke.

“Why are you running away?” He jeers. “What, you started this and now you don’t even want to finish it? That’s just pathetic.”

Every attempt at walking away from the argument comes to naught, urging you to come back and to face him because you were the one who brought it up, you were the one who started it, you were the one that just couldn’t let it go.

Because, realistically, who is Scaramouche if not the world’s best projector?

And at some point finally, you’ve had enough. You turn around sharply, fuming and looking like you’re about to explode—your fists are clenched, your eyebrows are slightly furrowed and your gaze is cold and sharp—and yet, you don’t.

No, when you turn around to face him, your rigid posture falters ever so slightly and you hesitate, no words leaving your mouth.

He isn’t speaking either, waiting for you to retaliate, waiting for you to fight back the way he’s been trying to provoke you into doing. When you don’t, he scoffs, another jab resting on the tip of his tongue when you interrupt.

“I don’t think I—“ you pause, voice breaking off in the middle. “I can’t do this anymore.”

The way your voice cracks at the edges immediately reveals the feelings you’ve been trying to hide, the feelings you hid behind a steeled expression.

He notices.

He’s about to snap again, interrogate you, ask you why? What do you mean you can’t do this anymore? But, he never gets the chance.

Instead, you turn your back to him, quickly gather your things (you didn’t even take everything. More than anything you were more focused on getting away from him. It would have been close to impossible, anyway—you leave traces of yourself everywhere) and walk out the door.

As you do, you leave him with one last glance. The last look you send him betrays the air of nonchalance that you were trying to portray—he can see the hurt in your eyes, the subtle trembling of your shoulders and the stiff way you held open the door.

Only when the door slams shut does he process the fact that you truly have left.

Left to his own devices, Scaramouche stands by himself in silence, spare for the loud thudding of heavy rain.

That’s strange. I swear it wasn’t raining before.

And unfortunately, he is left with his own very loud thoughts. In almost a robotic manner, he makes his way over to his sofa (it’s basically yours as well.) and takes off his hat, running a hand through his hair with a frustrated huff.

As he sits by himself, he slowly comes to terms with what just happened (why did he overreact like that? Is he stupid?). It wasn’t even that big of a deal, he realises. And then he thinks about how hurt you looked and sounded, and the fact that he willingly ignored it.

The more he thinks about it, the more his guilt swallows him whole. What if that was the final straw for you? What if you couldn't handle being with him anymore?

He fucked up big time, he decides. And Archons forbid he doesn’t do anything about it.

Scaramouche looks outside of the window and notices just how much time has passed by. It’s dark, and it’s still fucking pissing it down—seriously, why the fuck is it still raining?

Barely collecting his things, he stands up and rushes to the door, guilt swallowing him whole as he goes to look for you.

The door creeks open and you pop your head out, only to see a very soggy Scaramouche, his hat long abandoned as if he had forgotten to even put it on in the first place. His lips are slightly parted as his chest noticeably rises up and down, his nose and cheeks are dusted with a light pink—hold on, did he run all the way over here? You don’t entertain the thought any further.

A few seconds pass by and no words are shared. As if sensing his hesitation, you frown. Reaching for the door, you turn your back on him, again, again, again…

“I’m sorry!” He blurts out, making you pause and turn ever so slightly to look at him again.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, a little less frantic and a little more controlled this time. “I fucked up. And I was a dick.”

He is only met with silence, but he knows you, and he knows that you’re hanging onto every word he’s saying, even though you both know that you don’t have to. You always listen. Maybe it’s something that he’s taken for granted.

“I never should have kept pushing you the way I did, I should have just left it alone, and I was being a moron, and I’m— sorry.”

With every word, his pride seems to melt away more and more along with the rain, his words spilling out like an overflowing dam. He talks, he talks and he talks. (He’s always been somewhat of a blabber mouth, you suppose. He always has lots to say.) I’m sorry, you should be angry at me, you’d be an idiot not to be, et cetera.

“I said a lot of fucked up shit that I should have never even thought of saying, and I just—“ he pauses, his tone becoming considerably softer. “You know I didn’t mean any of it,” he says. “I never do.”

“Kunikuzushi,” you start—no stupid nickname, no stupid pet-name—and it stings more than he would like to admit. “You can’t just say all that stuff and expect me to forgive you immediately.” You say, and your tone is just as soft as his. “You… you really hurt me.”

“I know.” He replies, voice almost in a whisper. “I’ll make it up to you. I swear. Just—please…”

His eyes are wide, and you can hear the desperation in his voice—he doesn’t say it aloud, but every part of him seems to be saying, please don’t leave me. I can’t lose you too.

You purse your lips and sigh, taking a step closer towards him while still holding open the door. “I’m sorry, too,” you say, guilt washing over you. “I was being an asshole to you as well.”

He looks away from you, a shadow crossing over his face. “Yeah, well,” he mumbles. “We both know who the real asshole was today.”

You don’t say anything in return, but you catch the awkward glances he’s giving you. Tapping your fingers against your door, you hum.

“Alright,” you say, nodding to yourself slowly. “Okay.” You shuffle over to the side and away from the entrance, feeling amused when Scaramouche gives you a perplexed look.

“Well, aren’t you going to come in?” You ask with a snort, the sides of your mouth curving upwards into a little smile. “It’s kind of difficult to say no to you when you look like a sad little kitty cat on my front porch. You can dry yourself inside, you wouldn’t want to catch a cold, would you?”

Ah, now this is more familiar.

After a brief moment of hesitation, Scaramouche huffs and walks past you and into your house. “I do not look like a ‘sad little kitty cat’—you’re ridiculous,” he scoffs. “And I don’t know what you’re talking about. I never get sick.”

You close the door behind you with a shrug before reaching over to play with his damp locks and ruffle his hair. “Believe whatever you want to believe.” You hum.

“Whatever. You’re delusional.”

“Sure. Come on, let’s go get you dried up. You’re dripping water everywhere.” Then, you add, “And take your shoes off. You’ll track in dirt.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He replies, leaning into your touch when you cup one of his soft cheeks, gingerly brushing your thumb against it.

“I know,” you say gently, brushing a few strands of his indigo hair away from his face and tucking it behind his ear. Then, you give him a shit-eating grin. “My dirty little street cat.”

He squawks with indignation, and you quickly dart away from him while cackling at the way he stumbles after you, sputtering ‘how-dare-yous’, his cheeks coloured with furious blush.

After the two of you have had enough with throwing soggy towels at each other, the night ends with gentle caresses (and a couple of pinches, let’s be real) and softly spoken ‘I-love-yous’ while safely tucked in under warm blankets.

And despite the heaviness of it all, Scaramouche feels lighter than ever before, and he knows that this must be the way things should be. He’d do anything to keep it this way, to hell with his pride.

Scaramouche is, above all, grateful to you for the chances you give him. And he vows to never let you down again.

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thatfeelinwhenyou · 7 months

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KINDRED — 17

It’s your final year of highschool, and your only goal is to graduate top of your cohort, as usual. Except as student council president, your advisor can’t seem to leave you alone. What happens when you take Decelis Academy’s top student, their star athlete and put them in front of a camera?

❥･• episode 17 — eat 2 left toes

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screampied · 4 months

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is anyone woke 💔😔

#── ◟ ( vegas baby ) ੭ #i got a idea for nanami angst #oh girl—NEW YEARS EVE #but it’s sad #im only a paragraph in lol this is crazeee

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fandomestuff · 1 year

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"What do you want then?"

"To die, buried under the weight of my own gold."

KAZ BREKKER I SWEAR TO GOD TURN OFF YOUR STUPID SASS AND YOUR STUPID ANGST AND KISS THAT BEAUTIFUL LADY

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fe-fictions · 27 days

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Accidentally spent three hours scrolling on your blog reading your work it’s,,, addicting,,, can I request some Robin angst (of any kind, I love how just so very primed for angst they are)? Tysm!!!!!! <3

(In honor of recovering like ALL my lonk stories...here's some lonk being scared of holding his baby daughter!!!!)

When Lon’qu first realized children could come from the future, he secretly hoped his would be a boy. There was great relief when Morgan came along, and when he was born, there were no issues.

Then you became pregnant again, with a surprise baby. Both of you were stunned; this hadn’t been planned in the slightest.

Lon’qu’s past fears of having a daughter reared their heads again. He prayed and prayed it would be a boy. But luck didn’t come twice.

When Lon’qu was finally allowed into the delivery room, he found himself staring at his wife, smiling through her tears at a little bundle of pink blankets. A girl...?

“Oh gods... ” Lon’qu whispered, feeling his heartrate pick up. His chest tightened, and fingers shook. A girl. A vulnerable, fragile little girl.

“There you are... Lon’qu, come look at her. She’s got your hair.” You gasped, exhausted from the day’s work. Lon’qu used all the willpower he had to comply, slowly inching towards the bed.

She was pink, and soft, and very small. He tensed up just looking at her. She was quiet; he remembered Morgan was still crying even after you got to hold him.

Lon’qu didn’t know what to think beyond, ‘I have a daughter.’

Gods help him, he had a daughter.

“I wanted to name her Marc... it was Morgan’s... his silly idea but, the more I look at her... the more it fits.” You laughed tiredly, “What do you think?”

“I-I... i-it’s a girl... ”

“Of course it’s a girl, you thickheaded man.” Maribelle waved a hand dismissively at him, “She asked you if you wanted to name your daughter Marc. Aren’t you paying attention?”

“I d-don’t... ” Lon’qu could barely breathe. Your brow furrowed, watching your husband worriedly. He looked like he was on the brink of panic.

“Lon’qu? Are you okay?”

“He’s just starstruck.” Maribelle dismissed your concern, “And you’re just tired. I’ll hand the baby off to him, and you can get some rest. She’ll be hungry in a little while and you need to sleep before she wakes up, again.”

You watched warily as she took the baby from your arms, and tucked you back in.

“Here, now. The father gets to have his turn, too. I’m sure you remember how to properly hold a baby, right, Lon’qu?” She figured as she held Marc out for him to take.

To your dismay, he didn’t budge.

You watched as he backed away, his posture rigid as if he had every intention to run away. You knew he struggled with his gynophobia, but... was it really so bad that he couldn’t even hold his own daughter?

“Well, what are you waiting for? Will you hold her or not?”

“I... ” Lon’qu swallowed thickly, fidgeting as he inched away from you both. He shook his head, “I can’t.”

The shame that swallowed his heart at those words was nothing compared to the look on your face. The tears he could see build in your eyes as he turned away from his daughter.

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It was hours after you had fallen asleep that Lon’qu moved, again. Maribelle had scolded him for a good while, settling the girl in the cradle by your bed. When she left, he finally decided it was time to make his move.

He knew he couldn’t let things be like this. He couldn’t just avoid his child. No matter how terrifying it felt, he hadn’t a choice.

He loved his daughter. He knew it, he just... had to prove it to himself.

With cautious steps, he came to where his daughter laid, grasping the side so tightly the wood could’ve snapped under his fingers.

He looked down at the bundle of blankets, and spotted the little fingers poking through, and that tuft of dark hair. His daughter.

Beneath the layers and layers of unreasonable fear, Lon’qu felt pride. Another child he had with the only woman he could ever love. He tilted his head; that couldn’t be true, anymore. Not now that he had this little girl to look after, too.

He sucked in a sharp breath, steeling himself. With trembling fingers, he reached in, and lifted the girl into his chest.

“... Marc... ” He whispered, doing his best to hold his own.

He felt her squirm under his nervous hold, knowing she could sense his discomfort. He grimaced; babies had a knack for that.

He sat down in the rocker beside the cradle, trying to relax. Deep breaths, he reminded himself. There was nothing to be afraid of.

This was his daughter; his little girl. ... His fragile, weak, vulnerable little baby of a daughter.

“F-forgive me, Marc.” He whispered, voice barely more than a breath. “I... I am only afraid because you are so small. If something happened to you... it would be like losing your mother... losing Ke’ri... all of it, all over again. I couldn’t bear it.”

He clutched her tighter, his head bowed as he gazed down at her peaceful rest.

“I’m sorry your father is such a coward. I should not have refused you. To think I did such a thing when you were just born... you must be so disappointed in me... ”

He shook his head, drawing one of his hands up. He held his finger to her, pushing it gently into her little hand.

His lips quirked a fraction of an inch upwards, feeling her itty bitty little fingers squeeze his tight.

“I... I promise, I won’t let it happen again. I’ll protect you. I won’t let any harm come to you, nor your mother or your big brother. He’ll be most excited to see you, too, y’know.”

He warmed at the feel of her snuggling into his chest, giving soft little squeaks as he spoke. She was so tender. So sweet.

Gods, he loved her so much.

“I promise, I’ll work harder than ever. I won’t... I won’t be scared. Not for you.” He promised her.

When you finally woke back up, your heartbreak was forgotten. There, dozing off in the chair, was Lon’qu holding your daughter, who looked plenty happy to be held by her father.

Though he was terribly embarrassed to have been caught, he came to your side, settling down beside you and doted on his two girls.

He would struggle with his daughter every now and again, but there was no question that he loved her with all his heart.

#lon'qu #robin #fe 13 #fire emblem awakening #fe awakening #fe: awakening #lonbin #lon'qu x robin #fem!robin #f!robin #f!mu #fluff #hurt and comfort #newborn angst #lonky loves his baby girl tho ;;;

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Edit: I added some more details at the beginning

Beginning Notes:

Welcome back to my rambles of what it might look like if Adam and Lilith switched places in Hazbin Hotel!

In my last post, I described how I pictured their dynamic in Eden might have played out in the beginning, and then how the additional presence of Lucifer would affect their relationship.

For this post, I'm simply going to start where I left off! So, for the ease of access, I'll be linking my previous and first post of this series at the end of this post. Just in case you want to check them out or need a quick refresher!

TW: minor suggestive content, I describe their sex life in general but it's not graphic. I'm not writing smut lol sorry

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Okay so little recap!

As I said before, their relationship was at its healthiest after they accepted Lucifer offer to act as a buffer for them during sexual intercourse. With him at first simply talking them through it, and then from there he would gradually start to non-invasively touch them- with their consent of course.

He would use these touches to help promote cooperation between the two. So, they would work together towards their shared completion instead of fighting one another for dominance. Although after a while these touches would become more teasing as their relationship expanded. Lucifer not only trying to guide them with his touches but also excite them as well as to satiate his own curiosities.

After all, Lucifer had never laid with another despite knowing of sex. As he never really had the need given the main purpose of such acts were to reproduce which seraphim didn't have to worry about. If they needed more seraphim, they would simply be created.

However, he found himself wanting to have a sexual connection with Lilith and Adam. Not because he wanted to reproduce- obviously, but because it made him feel closer to them. To him it was yet another way he could express his care for them. Besides he also learned firsthand how pleasurable the act could be for all parties involved when done correctly.

Their newfound cooperation in their sex life transferred to other aspects of their life as well. With Adam and Lilith forming a special connection. Now it wasn't the traditional relationship you expect of a husband and wife, but it was undeniably what worked best for them. While Lucifer acted more like a more traditional romantic partner, Adam and Lilith acted more like friends for the most part.

Although they crossed the line of mere friendship a long time ago with them both being sexually involved with one another. However, even 'friends with benefits' wasn't the right term for their relationship. There were too many feelings between them. They had too much of a connection with each other to be just that. After all, they were literally made for each other.

So, while they weren't exactly in love with each other, they did love one another in their own way. Slowly, learning there were other ways to love someone. Lucifer helping them to understand love wasn't a purely romantic concept, it could be platonic or somewhere in between. And so, with experimentation, they slowly but surely found a balance they were comfortable with. The two gradually coming to terms with their relationship.

They accepted it wasn't ever going to be 'normal' and made peace with neither of them being the dominant one. They allowed themselves to actually relax in each other's presence and simply enjoy exploring their expanding relationship. It was a process to figure out their boundaries and expectations for one another, and of course they were setbacks at time. But it paid off with the two of them being able to hang out without needing Lucifer to act as a buffer.

They learned to not only stand one another but enjoy it. One way they spent time together was preforming duets together. With Adam's skill at playing practically any instrument and Lilith's gorgeous singing voice, they were able to produce such sweet melodies together. During one of these times, their eyes would meet, and both would be shocked to see the soft look the other directed their way.

It was the type of look Lucifer would give them when they did something particularly endearing. It was the same look they would also give him at times, but it was never a look they gave one another. Still neither broke eye contact as they carried on with their current song, hardly noticing as they grew closer to one another. Their steps follow the rhythm of their duet with both of them softly swaying to and from each step.

They weren't exactly sure what they were doing- later they would call it dancing. And that would be the first time they actually named something together without arguing.

Regardless, neither one of them were eager to break whatever spell fell over them. So, they continued to dance. Their bodies move harmoniously with one another and yet neither lead the other. They were free to move however they liked with only the beat commanding them to stay in time with one another. Their dancing slowly guides them ever closer as matching smiles light up their faces.

They don't stop moving towards one another until their chest to chest. At one point, Adam's instrument had gone slack in his hand while he sang the last bit of the song with Lilith. His voice wasn't nearly as smooth as the others, but neither seemed to care as their voices were still able to pleasantly melt together. Neither voice overpowering the other as their voices tempered off together signaling the end of the song.

Still neither made a move to step back. Their eyes still locked, blue skies meeting the soft browns of earth. Two very different colors and yet no one could deny they belong together. Neither knows who started to lean in first, but the next moment, their lips brushed softly together. Clumsily melding together in a sweet unhurried manner as they simply appreciated the warmth that ran through them at the contact. And soon their arms would encircle one another in a gentle embrace as they continued to kiss. Not to procreate, not for dominance, simply because they wanted to.

Their kisses would remain innocent while they slowly lowered to the ground with the soft grass cradling their intertwined bodies. It was there they would stay cuddling each other as they continued to exchange kisses until their lips were both pink and puffy. Eventually, they would go back to singing. This time a different melody as they laid side by side, and that's how the rest of their day was spent until Lucifer came back to them.

The seraphim returns from Heaven to the sight of both his beloveds sleeping soundly. Their forms still pressed against one another in a lover's embrace.

There would be other incidents, where Lilith and Adam would spend time alone simply appreciating each other's presence. Although those times were slowly becoming less and less as Lucifer seemed to leave for heaven less. Not that neither of them were complaining! While they both may now be able to actually stand each other without him, that didn't mean they cared for the seraphim any less. He was as much of a part of their relationship as either of them were no matter what anyone else thought.

They didn't care if it wasn't in god's plan for it to be Adam, Lilith, and Lucifer because they decided that's exactly how it was supposed to be in their book...

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Any possible consequences of this decision were far from any of their minds. Blinded by their happiness, the three grew careless and slowly heaven grew suspicious. Sera noted Lucifer's absence, and it didn't sit right with her. Naturally, she brought her concerns to the other seraphim and eventually the archangels were also paying closer attention to Lucifer spending more time in Eden. It got to the point, he was there more than he was in heaven, and while they should have been glad he was taking his duties so seriously, no one could deny it was odd.

However, it was Sera who discovered exactly what was keeping Lucifer away. While the others were content to simply wait for Lucifer to return for answers, she was too worried. She just knew something was wrong, and fearing the worst she took it upon herself to use an unauthorized all seeing orb to check on her fellow seraphim. She was in no way expecting the image which greeted her. She had expected to see Lucifer, not Adam or Lilith, and certainly not any of them in such a scandalous position.

In her shocked state she continued watching, hoping that she was wrong. Hoping the situation playing out before her would somehow right itself, but there was no way that anything could fix what she was seeing. The three of them were in the middle of being intimate. There was no point in denying it now, and so once her brain finally caught up with her, she immediately vanquished the orb.

She knew she wasn't meant to watch such sinful behavior, she also knew she had not had permission to use the orb in the first place. However, she couldn't simply just let this continue. So, she rushed off to group up the other seraphim, which led to them going to the archangels. The gathered angels swiftly came to the decision that Sera and two other seraphim would visit Eden immediately. They were to confirm what Sera saw and talk to the three before bringing Lucifer back with them so they could decide on his punishment.

When they arrived at Eden, the three they were looking for had just finished their activity, but still it was easy to see that Sera had indeed seen correctly. The fact that Lucifer was still not fully robed yet, making that as clear as day. However, Sera still gave them a chance to deny the accusation. She secretly hoped they would, but to her growing horror Lucifer did not; Adam and Lilith followed suit.

Instead of any of them expressing even an ounce of guilt over their wrongdoing they argued they had done nothing wrong. They even expressed they all loved one another. That was the final nail on the coffin. Sera had heard enough as well of the other seraphim, they asked Lucifer to come with them and he agreed. Although both of the first humans clearly didn't want him to. Both had even stepped in front of him as if attempting to shield him from the other angel's ire.

These poor souls Sera had thought. Just how much had he tainted them?

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Adam and Lilith could do nothing when Lucifer inevitably went with the other seraphim back to Heaven. The two of them holding each other in their shared worry with their other third. Whatever was happening didn't seem good at all. Both of them still felt bitter remembering how Sera had looked at them as if there was something inherently wrong with them both. Although beneath the bitter resentment neither could deny they were also scared.

Would Sera replace them?

She had mentioned it before when they wouldn't procreate. And now that it was clear that she didn't approve of how they solved their initial problem, they were at fear once more that they would be replaced. However, it was out of their hands now so they simply continued to cling to one another as their thoughts turned to their shared worries over what would happen to Lucifer.

Sure neither of them were any more comfortable with the thought of being replaced as they had been, but at least they still had each other for now. Meanwhile the other was all alone in heaven going through who knows what. Guilt and worry were quick to fill their souls.

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While up in heaven, Lucifer wasn't feeling much better. However, he was less worried over his impending trial than he was for what would become of Adam and Lilith. He had been the one to propose the idea of getting involved with their love life. He didn't want them to be punished for something he suggested. Even if he was still unsure of what was so wrong with it to begin with. He had done his job and kept them happy.

Was it really so wrong that he had fallen for them along the way? How could something as pure as love be proclaimed as wrong?

He just didn't know.

Unfortunately, he seemed to be one of the minority who felt that way. At his trial, it was clear they had already made their judgment before it began. The angels who mattered were not swayed in the least by his defense. Even as some other angels sitting in on the court meeting voiced their own support over Lucifer.

The fight was lost before it began and he was sentenced to a human lifetime on Earth to reflect on his wrong doings. If he truly repented after his sentence was up then he would be allowed to come back to Heaven but until then he was not allowed in Heaven nor Eden. His wings would also be locked away into his body with him unable to call upon them for aid, and before the day was up, he fell.

The whole process wasn't as painful as one would think. In fact, the angels had been disarmingly gentle. At most he felt discomfort when his wings were bound, he only felt slight pain when he fell even. His landing was softer than it should have been. He expected it was due to whatever little favor and connection he still had with Heaven that kept him from being harmed to the full amount.

However, nothing was able to soothe his worries over what would happen to Adam and Lilith. So, despite everything he began to search for Eden, his sentencing be damned. He would be reunited with them. He promised to watch after them and their happiness, and despite whatever Heaven might think, he was no liar.

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Time of heaven and time of Eden didn't exactly correlate so Adam and Lilith spent a whole week not hearing anything from Heaven. Not knowing of what became of Lucifer. At that time, the two barely slept or ate. They were only somewhat functional due to the other worrying over them, and reminding one another they had to stay strong for Lucifer. Although it seemed to be all for not when Sera and a new group of seraphim returned but no Lucifer.

Despite Adam's pride he openly wept knowing exactly what Lucifer's absence implied. He was gone. And while Lilith came to a similar conclusion she would not weep instead she openly glared at the approaching angels while hiding Adam's face in the crook of her neck. However, these angels still had the gall to sadly smile at them as if they were the ones in the wrong. As if they were both just a pair of misbehaving children.

Lilith did not care for the condescension one bit, but didn't speak out as she hushed her husband as best she could. She wasn't the most maternal being but she did her best.

Sera was the first to speak, explaining how everything was fine now. Adam's sadness seemed to transform into rage at her words as the man ripped his face away from Lilith's comforting form to also glare with teary eyes set ablaze. Immediately, asking for what had become of Lucifer, but any attempt for information about the other was shut down. Sera would clearly not divulge anything except that he wouldn't be able to further corrupt them anymore.

It was Lilith's turn to speak as she laughed with cold derision, arguing Lucifer had done no such thing, but Sera simply gave a patient smile. She wouldn't argue with either of them, but it was clear she didn't believe in Lucifer's innocence either.

Instead of further humoring either of them, she moved onto inform them that they had done nothing wrong and would not face any punishment. Explaining how the archangels had agreed it was only due to Lucifer's temptation that they were tricked to stray from god's path. As long as they continued to not partake from the fruit of good and evil they were allowed to stay. Then, she left along with the other seraphim.

Adam and Lilith both should have felt relief, but neither felt anything but cold. Both of them remained to cling to each other, joining together in solemn grief over what the angels had done to their other third.

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A/N:

One down to two go :)

Just to be clear Lucifer has fallen, but hasn't had the fall yet. Our boy was simply put in Heaven's version of a time out corner, but as we all know he will fall to Hell eventually just not yet.

Next time, I'll explain how Lilith and Adam cope with Lucifer's banishment and I'm hoping to also cover some more characters falling from grace hehe Eve will also probably make appearance in my next rambles too.

So, yeah I'm just about done covering the main points of what happened in Eden in my version of this Au.

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