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I’m so happy I found your blog again, i really thought I’d never be able to read all the lon’que fics again ;-;

I have one of my favorite fics still missing and i honestly can’t fully recall if it’s yours but i hope it is, but it was one where Lonqu gets possessed and hurts robin, the tie him to post and he’s all angry and sad that he hurt his wife. Something like that

(I just found a massive archive of Lonk fics in my Docs of like 75 pages... and it includes this story = V =)

You had seen soldiers get possessed before. It was becoming a popular dark magic technique the deeper into the war you were getting.

It unnerved you when Henry or Tharja had to reverse it, and more so when they used it, themselves. As a result you were cautious not to let it harm anyone close to you, taking the necessary steps and tips from fellow mages to protect yourselves.

You never would have dreamed there would be a moment when your protections failed. It became a nightmare when a mage not only broke through them, but struck the one you wanted to protect the most.

Lon’qu.

You yelped when his sword slashed down on you, narrowly swerving out of the way and avoiding your nose being lopped off.

You stared in horror at your husband, his eyes glowing red with dark magic. In the distance behind him, you could see the mage’s hands working, his mouth letting loose commands to kill the Ylissean tactician.

There wasn’t even a chance to get close to shut the mage down. Lon’qu was on you in an instant, swing after swing coming down and around you as he tried to break through your defenses.

His brute strength was almost too much to bear. His finesse was more akin to swinging the sword like a bat, smashing it down against your sword so hard the blade almost cracked.

Lon’qu was going to kill you.

Your eyes widened as you ducked and swiveled away from him, your cries of his name falling on deaf ears. He was gone, resigned to his strength.

You countered, you parried another hit, leapt back from the next one, and then-

He came at you from below. You didn’t even feel the blade go through you until you heard Chrom scream. Your face paled as you stared down at your stomach, the sword stabbed through your body. A trickle of blood dripped down the metal as if in slow motion.

The world stopped when you hit the ground, your vision turning red... and then black.

It was a good several days before your eyes opened, again. Libra and Maribelle were quick to help you sit up, keeping careful watch with the bandages wrapped tight around your middle. They had to be changed every few hours when they first brought you in, according to them.

Yet the first thing on your mind wasn’t the wound; it was Lon’qu’s whereabouts.

“He’s... going to be fine.” Libra answered slowly, averting his gaze. “The possession curse was far stronger than what we’re accustomed to. It was by Naga’s good graces we flushed it out of his system.”

“C-can I see him?” The healers exchanged a glance.

“I... don’t know. He hasn’t woken up from our last attempt to break the curse. The mark the mage left finally faded, but we’re not sure about his mental state... ”

“I-if the mark’s gone, he must be better.” You insisted, “Please, I... I need to see him.”

It took a few more minutes of excessive begging before they finally relented, helped you up from the cot and lead you to where your husband was being held.

Your mouth fell open as you stared at the sight before you; Lon’qu was restrained against a thick tent pole, on his knees with his arms and legs bound beneath another layer of rope securing his torso.

He was rendered immobile.

“Lon’qu... ” You whispered as tears brimmed in your eyes, moving towards him. You tried to reach for him, but Libra held you back.

“Please, Robin. It could very well be dangerous.” He warned you, prompting you to glare at him.

“He couldn’t move even if he wanted to- can’t I at least try and look at him?” You replied somewhat harshly, before pulling away and coming to your husband’s side.

Cautiously, you reached up. You brushed your hand against his cheek, softly calling his name.

At first, he didn’t move. Lon’qu had been unconscious for days after all, according to Maribelle. But you didn’t even get a chance to call him again before his breathing picked up, and he began to stir.

You moved back ever so slightly, heeding Libra’s warning for once when Lon’qu grunted and tugged against his restraints, weakly. As if waking prematurely from a long nap.

“Lon’qu?” You whispered, peering up at him with a mixture of hope and worry. Fear was the last thing on your mind, though Libra readied his axe, prepared to grab you back if Lon’qu wasn’t himself.

Suddenly Lon’qu’s head snapped up and his eyes blew wide open, shouting, “Robin?!”

You gasped, startled backwards by his outburst. Lon’qu looked around wildly, his eyes not entirely back into focus.

“Where is she?! My wife-”

“Lon’qu, she’s all right!” Libra tried to calm him, “She’s here!”

“I saw her... ” He panted, looking as though he’d seen a ghost. You stared in shock when tears began to fall from his eyes, flowing fast and hot down his cheeks. “I saw what I did, I... she’s... t-that blow... all of them... ”

“I’m here, Lon’qu.” You spoke up, pausing his ramblings. You reached out and touched his cheek, trying to draw his focus back to you. He inhaled sharply at your words, blinking rapidly in an attempt to find his gaze and your face.

“Y-you’re here... ?”

“I’m right here, love.” You assured him with a wobbly smile, the sorrow of seeing him in such a frantic state almost too much to bear. After what felt like ages, his vision finally settled, his eyes locking with yours.

His lip trembled, brow furrowed as he bowed his head in shame.

“I could have killed you.”

His voice cracked as he looked away, shoulders hunched against his restraints.

You inched closer to him on your knees, trying to urge his eyes back to yours.

“You were under a spell, Lon’qu. Your actions were not your own.”

“Y-you could have died by my own hand-! ... And I could only stand and watch.” He hissed through gritted teeth, jaw clenched tight against himself. His shoulders began to shake, a wave of shame-filled tears overtaking him.

“But you didn’t,” You tried to reason, taking his face into both your hands and gingerly lifting his eyes to meet yours. You smiled as best you could despite the tears blurring your own vision, wiping away the stains streaming down his face.

“But I... ”

“It wasn’t your fault. I’m alive, and the curse is gone. You’re not going to hurt me; we’re both going to be all right. Please, my love, don’t blame yourself for what happened.”

It was easier said than done, Lon’qu thought as he nodded weakly against your trembling fingers. To have lost Ke’ri because of his lack of abilities... he nearly lost you for the same reason. But to have watched himself drive his own blade come down against his wife... it would have driven him mad with grief and guilt.

He had almost gotten there even with you, alive.

“Libra, the restraints.” He faintly heard you say above his thoughts, bringing him back to the land of the living somewhat. He felt the pressure release around him, his arms falling limp to his sides. “Look at me, my love.”

“Robin... ” He whispered hoarsely, feeling your hands slip into his. “I am so... I beg your forgiveness.”

“There’s nothing to forgive.” You murmured with a sad smile, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “I’m just happy you’re back to normal.”

It was that single tender moment that had him crumble all over again. He shook his head, staring at you blankly before he launched into your embrace, engulfing you in his arms. He clutched onto you tightly, burying his face in your neck as his hands threaded into your hair and your coat.

You let out a soft sob, feeling how he shook around you, and the salty, hot droplets that wet your skin.

“Forgive me... ” He breathed against you, letting the grief flow freely. “I... l-love you so... I just... f-forgive me... !”

“You’ll always be forgiven.” You promised him quietly, carding your fingers through his hair gently as he cried into your arms, “Always.”

#lon'qu #robin #fe 13 #fire emblem awakening #fe: awakening #fe awakening #lonbin #lon'qu x robin #angst #hurt and comfort #possession prompt

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fe-fictions · 2 months

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waiii happy new year! love love love your works, ive been a huge fan of urs since 2016 and its my first time sending in a prompt im so excited ajdjjqnss!!!!!!!😭❤️❤️

could i request some lonqu hurt comfort??!?! maybe something to do with self sacrifice....like robin pleading the enemy to let go of him when theyre both captured hehe! thanks so much >_<

(Finally finished this one and I'm thrilled to put it out !! Nothing like a stressed out Lonk U V U )

You didn’t know how you got into this situation. Neither you nor your husband. It was a simple reconnaissance mission, venturing a few miles into enemy territory in an attempt to figure out what they were plotting.

It was already risky since you were short-staffed, and with your exceptional analytical abilities, you’d be able to figure out what was going on the fastest.

Lon’qu wasn’t going to let you go in by yourself, and he definitely didn’t trust Gaius with your safety; he might be sneakier, but he was much more laissez-faire with the lives of others than he was comfortable with.

And so it was just the two of you. Lon’qu had stuck to your side the entire time, watching for threats while you took down hastily scribbled, imperative notes. But all it took was one silent assassin that was able to go undetected…and suddenly, you were both bound and forced to your knees.

“Well, well…whatever do we have here?” Orton’s voice was more than recognizable; the slimey rat that had escaped your justice when you first rescued Maribelle, not long ago.

You struggled against your restraints, recognizing the unmistakable bloodlust in the bastard’s eyes.

“I’m sure Lord Gangrel will be quite pleased with the little rabbit caught in our snare. This one is new, though.”

He eyed your husband, “Bring along some cannon fodder?”

“Leave him alone. He’s got nothing to do with me or any of this.” You glared at him, earning a glance from Lon’qu. What were you talking about?

“I doubt that very much, Tactician. There must be some reason he’s tagged along with you all the way out here…far from safety.”

He brandished his polearm, the tip pointed inches from Lon’qu’s face. The blood in your veins burned hotter.

“A soldier, assigned to me for protection. Nothing more. I’m the one you want, not him.”

“Robin-”

“Let him go, and I’ll come willingly.” You demanded, not skipping a beat. Lon’qu’s expression was difficult to read. But the fear that flashed in his eyes was immediate, and impossible for you to miss.

Orton laughed, turning the spear to you, instead.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to negotiate, girl. But I respect the attempt.”

He nodded to one of the soldiers behind you both, and immediately there was a painful yank on your arms, forcing you back from Lon’qu.

“Hey!!” He barked out, ready to lunge in spite of his predicament. Instead he was pulled the opposite direction, separating the two of you.

“You know what I think?” Orton mused, spinning the weapon in his hands. “I think he’s more important than ‘some soldier’. I think he’s a lot stronger than you’re pretending he is.”

“Leave him be, and I’ll tell you anything you want to know. I’m Chrom’s right-hand; there's more than enough that I can give him.”

“Really? You’d sell out the crown over one paltry soldier?” He narrowed his eyes at Lon’qu, who fought so very hard not to let your facade be for nothing.

He was glaring sharply at you, pleading with you not to make a foolish deal.

“It is a captain’s duty to protect her soldiers; no matter how small.” You spoke with conviction, “Surely you can understand that, as an honorable military man, yourself?”

“I’d be lying if I said Milord felt similarly about the lesser of our ranks, but…I cannot say no to such an alluring deal. Leave that one, boys- the mountain lions will get to him before anyone else does. Take her away.”

“Stop! Damn you-!!” Lon’qu roared, fighting against his restraints. He was only pulled further away. His arms twisted painfully behind him, dragged further and further away from his wife.

You could only watch as he was flung from your view, sent crashing down the ravine into and out of sight. It was scafrier when you couldn’t hear him.

It took everything in your power not to try and reach him. To fight back and rescue him.

“Now then, Tactician; I believe I was promised some answers.”

The paralyzing fear was the only thing that kept you from lashing out; the swirl of endless emotions was stalling your mind. All you could do was stare at the ravine, getting further away with every drag across the dirt.

You hoped Lon’qu’s head would pop up, revealing him waiting for you and preparing to save you from your enemies,

But no such surprises would occur.

You still stared after that empty place, waiting with baited breath for the man to appear who would not return.

At least…not right away.

But there was nothing you could do but wait and pray that he hadn’t died after that nasty throw. There wasn’t much else available to you.

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“You promised to give me what I wanted. Why do you insist on silence?” Orton was growing tired of your disobedience.

He had you tied to the pole of some ratty tent, interrogating you without a hint of mirth in his eyes.

“You promised not to hurt my soldier, but you condemned him to death anyways. What right do you have to ask me questions?” You spat, earning a click of his tongue and a slap across your face.

Enough of this arrogance!! You are in no position to hold such arrogance- you do not have the upper hand, woman!”

You fought hard not to focus on the stinging pain in your cheek; he’d drawn blood and all but numbed the side of your face.

Who knew those bastards could pack such a wallop?

“I can only tell you…what I know…which is very little. The Fire Emblem is a sacred artifact to the royal family, and it is hidden somewhere that none can find, unless Exalt Emmeryn reveals-!!”

You were cut off by another strike, this one sending you headfirst into the ground. The ringing in your ears grew louder, your vision clouded and blurry. That definitely wasn’t a good sign.

“If you don’t stop playing foolish games, then you’re going back in a casket. I planned to deliver the head tactician to King Gangrel in one piece, but if he knew how infuriating you are, he’d have you brought to him in pieces!!”

The man spat at your feet, stalking away to try and regain himself.

You did make an effort to focus on his words, but it was so very difficult. After a few deep breaths and a number of colorful expletives left his mouth, Orton stopped his pacing and returned his focus on you.

Maybe it’s because you were tired of looking at him, but you found yourself looking past him and at the guards by the tent entrance as his ugly boots came back into view.

“I’ve been more than patient with you, wench- but I’m running out of options on how to deal with you, and you’re running out of time.”

There was a sudden shift in the colors of the bushes behind a guard. A bright blue and red appeared behind the green.

You blinked, brow furrowing in an attempt to focus your vision. A pair of hands had shot out from the leaves and grabbed the man, mouth covered so as not to allow a shout. The other guard and Orton…didn’t notice.

You must have been hallucinating.

“I want the location of the Emblem.” He spoke again, louder and closer than before. He hadn’t noticed that one of the soldiers had disappeared.

Your gaze flicked to the other man standing just the opposite, confused by the fact he was now standing alone.

Within an instant, a dart stuck into his neck, and he crumpled. A shadowy figure caught him, dragging him away.

You couldn’t even think to react to what you were seeing. Orton’s hand was on your face, grip tight and painful on your jaw to force you to look at him.

“You’re not getting away. Stop looking outside.” He grinned viciously, “The only chance you’re getting out of here alive is if you give me what I want.”

He stared down at you, grinning wickedly. His grip was so tight it felt like he was going to crack your bones.

“Now…tell me. Where is the Fire-”

The tip of a blade broke through his armor, silencing him with a wet choke. Your eyes widened, staring in shock at the sword mere inches from your own body.

“W-what…did you…”

He crumpled to the ground when the sword was pulled from his chest. When he fell away, Lon’qu stood over him, raging fury in his eyes.

“Oh my gods-” You gasped, stunned at what you were seeing. “L-Lon’qu?”

“I’m here.” He closed the distance between you, throwing the blood from his sword before cutting away your bindings.

As soon as you were free of the ropes your arms were flung around his neck. Lon’qu grunted from the impact, welcoming the embrace all the same.

He squeezed you close, his face pressed to your neck.

“Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m-” You were suddenly jerked back, Lon’qu holding you an arm’s length away to search you over. “Wait, w-why are you asking about me? They threw you down a ravine!!”

“Shepherds found me. They were on our trail when they realized we weren’t in the headcount.” He nodded his head back, and you were able to make out the shapes of Gaius and Cordelia, the few who passed by the tent to secure whatever camp the Plegians had brought you to.

“So you’re okay?”

“I am. But...” He nodded, but the sharp glare in his eyes had yet to dissipate. “I can’t believe you.”

“What?”

“How could you do that?” He glowered, his grip tightening on your arms. “How could you give yourself up like that? The hells is wrong with you?!”

“I wanted to protect you.” He scoffed at your response, harsh and bitter. “If I knew he was going to try and kill you anyways, I-I never would have-”

“It doesn’t matter. You bargained your life, when you know damn well that I-!”

“Lon’qu, we couldn’t find her in the camp! Did you- oh!! Oh, thank the gods!!” Your husband was cut off at the sound of Chrom’s voice, the prince thrilled to see you were here.

The Myrmidon spared you one last glower, before he pulled back, letting Chrom and Lissa flurry past him.

You bit your lip, trying to fight the urge to press the argument. He looked deeply upset, and you didn’t want to cut it off before it could be resolved. There was nothing worse than letting him stew in his hurt.

“It’s okay, Robin!! We’re here now! Lon’qu led the way, and the whole camp’s cleared out! Though we’ll need to do something about that body…”

“We’ll worry about Orton and the rest later. Lissa, can you heal her quickly?” Chrom asked his sister, who already had the stave pulled out and glowing.

“You got it! Just hang tight for a second Robin, we’ll get you out of here in no time!”

It wasn’t yourself that had your mind occupied. It was the fact that Lon’qu stormed out of the tent without looking back that had your focus.

Lissa gave you a pitying look, the healing glow of the stave some comfort.

“Sorry, Robin. I/…we tried really hard to keep him calm. But he’s been angry since the second we found him.”

“Not angry.” Chrom sighed , following the man’s storm from the tent. “Scared.”

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When everyone made it back to camp, many of your dear friends who had been so terribly worried were awash with relief.

There was a mild swarm, a million questions being flung at you, but you were simply glad to be back in the arms of your friends.

You did your best to answer as many questions as you could,, but it didn’t take long for your patience to run thin.

Sure, you were healed and feeling far better physically, but there was a deeply hurt man on the far side of camp that you needed to speak to. It was clear what your decision had done created a much bigger issue than anticipated.

So you took a deep breath, steeled yourself, and made your way over to your shared tent. You could hear the sound of steel being sharpened against a whetstone, but little else.

Lon’qu was absolutely steaming. You would tease him and categorize it as sulking, but you figured it best not to try your luck.

Not when there was a serious issue to resolve.

Wordlessly, you entered the tent, making sure to latch it shut behind you. He was kind enough not to lock you out, at least.

“Lon’qu…” He did not stop his work when you called him, his back to you. “We need to talk.”

He did not answer. The stone ground against the blade harder.

“Please, love, I…I’m sorry I hurt you. But I need you to understand why I made that decision. I was trying to protect you.”

This seemed to slow the grinding. He still did not look at you. With a deep breath, you crossed the tent, coming to sit behind him.

Tentatively, your hand touched his back. He did not recoil, which was an improvement; at least he was receptive.

“If they knew you were my husband, they would’ve used you against me. If I let them carry on, they would’ve killed you in cold blood as a simple guard. I…I just…I didn’t think they’d toss you into the ravine like that. I thought you’d be safe.”

Lon’qu shook his head, his grip tightening on the sword. “They’re the enemy. Why the hells would they keep their word?? Surely you knew better than to trust them.”

“It was all I had to ensure your safety. W-when they threw you over the ledge, I…I saw it. I thought that it was over…I t-thought they killed you.”

Lon’qu’s shoulders braced against your touch, feeling your forehead touch his back. You were leaning fully into him, trying desperately not to cry.

“I-it was my fault that you were…that you were in danger in the first place. If I’d been more v-vigilant, I wouldn’t have put you at risk. I wanted to protect you, Lon’qu…please…please understand.”

He sighed, turning slowly and taking your hands into his and pulling you away from his body. He looked at you directly, but the bitter sting wasn’t present in his glare anymore.

“I don’t blame you for this. It wasn’t your fault we were ambushed. I’m upset because you bargained your life for mine. You are not worth less than I am. You have no right to sacrifice yourself for me.”

“I have every right, as your wife.” You argued, squeezing his hands, “And even in that, I failed you. I thought…”

“Robin...” He squeezed your hands, “I understood your intent. But if I’d lost you in that moment, I wouldn’t have forgiven myself, either. Your right to protect me reflects on me, too. It’s my duty to keep you safe. You know my past. Do you really think that I would be okay with you giving your life for mine?”

“It…it didn’t phase me in that moment. What mattered more was making sure that my husband would still be here.”

“You think I would be different? If I was in the same situation, I wouldn’t put my life in front of yours?” Lon’qu was staring into your very soul; trying desperately to make sure you understood what he was feeling. “After everything I’ve been through- what I’ve suffered- you would have me relive it again?”

“No.” You leaned closer, holding his hands to your chest. “No, I wouldn’t. And I’m so sorry that I put that fear in your heart, again. I just want to protect you, because I love you.”

Lon’qu nodded, his gaze falling to the ground. You released his hands so you might wrap your arms around his shoulders, drawing him into your embrace.

“I love you so much, I can’t bear the thought of losing you. And I know you would’ve done the same for me. We have to look out for each other…and we can’t always be safe. But I swear to you, I don’t want to throw my life away. I want to share it with you, more than anything.”

Slowly, finally, he returned your embrace, squeezing you tightly for fear of you ever slipping through his fingers again.

He hated feeling this way- that fear would consume him when it came to you. How badly he didn’t want to lose you.

His face pressed against your neck, all but engulfing you in his arms like a shroud that cloaked your whole body.

“I love you, too.”

He felt the slightest tremors in response to his words. How your fingers curled into his tunic, clinging to him with just as much force.

You were everything to each other, reminded and reassured through the tears that slipped from your eyes as feverish kisses connected over and over again.

There were promises to be more cautious with your lives, to find ways to protect one another without putting yourselves in mortal danger…and at the very least, employ some stealth training with Gaius so you could sneak around without “foolishly” (Gaius teased) getting caught again.

Which was a fair argument, if you were being honest.

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