#laslow x reader

May I request a female reader x Laslow (angst) goodbye kiss at a point after they have confessed to each other, but before they are married? No death, please!

~♠️

No death no problem!

This is a part of 3x Valentines event (All slots are taken)

Goodbye kiss with Laslow and his S/O

Your feelings were like a dream, but he needed to wake up.

He didn't belong in this world, and he was dumb enough to actually let himself be in love with someone in it.

He still had time to fix it, after all you just said how you feel and nothing too serious came out of it.

Sooner or later he had to return to where he came from. So it's great that you aren't too deep in love... Right?

Faced with mixed feelings he was still able to deceive you. Of course you knew that something was wrong, but he said it's nothing you should worry about.

After all, with him it'll all disappear. The problem of having you choose him or your home once you get more serious.

Actually, he didn't say that part, but he thought about it.

He made up his mind. So when the time came he only gave you a kiss and said he forgot about something and he needs to go fetch it.

The kiss however didn't seem like the quick kind he'd give you in a situation like this, but you didn’t have time to react to it.

Because after that... You never saw him again.

This is actually gonna be my last alphabet prompt post for now! (Unless one comes in that I just really wanna do lol)

Folks can still send along confessions and small requests and such though- come say hi :D

Inigo/Laslow (Fire Emblem):

A (aftercare): Inigo is very sweet and affectionate after sex. He'll pull you close to rest your head on his chest and kiss your hair while he tells you how wonderful you felt, how beautiful your expressions are in the throes of pleasure, and more. This is also when he wants to hear more about what you liked best, or anything you'd like to try next time. You've captured the heart of a renowned flirt, and now all of his bountiful romantic and sexual energy is poured into your satisfaction- your wish is his command, and he'll make sure you know it as he holds you and enjoys a peaceful afterglow.

F (favorite position): sex with a dancer can be quite adventurous if you're up for it. His "favorite" changes on a near nightly basis, and he's always up to try new ways of getting you to moan his name and make those lovely expressions of pleasure. A fairly consistent favorite though is to have you lying on the bed beneath him either on your back or on your side while he lifts your leg upward and bucks into you nice and deep and steady. Kneeling above you grants him a glorious view of your body, and the varied angles and pacing he can try in this position ensure that the sensation of his cock driving into you never becomes dull. Plus, the way this man can move his hips is just unrivaled.

G (goofy): at first, Inigo wants everything to be a picture of romance, and would be absolutely mortified if his first time or two with someone he genuinely loved didn't go perfectly. He's very deeply discouraged if he feels like he 'messed up' your time together. However, as the emotional intimacy of the relationship increases, he trusts you more and more to not shy away from his imperfections. After this, he's actually quite open to being silly or fun in bed, and feels secure enough with you to just let things happen naturally.

The last of the summer requests (11 of them and one extra!) are all under the cut;; ♡

Actually I love this;; So many cute things to think about! ♡

There’s a loud boom as the door is forced open, almost as loud as the thunder outside. “I am here,” Grima announces as he strides in. There’s a thunderstorm outside, his specialty, but that’s not the point. In his studies of human culture, he’s learned that the dominant human is supposed to comfort the other while it rains like this. So, that’s exactly what he’s here to do.

Although, quite contrary to what he’s heard is supposed to happen, you merely glance at him from your position at the window before patting the spot beside you. He glides over and sits down because… what else is he supposed to do when you’re watching the storm rather intently and not paying much attention to him?

It’s a moment later when he voices his question. “Are you not scared, worm?”

“Of course not, storms like this are cool,” you reply. He blinks.

“Well, I can make storms like this any day, you know.” There’s a certain tone in Grima’s voice that you just can’t place, so you glance over to see a pout forming on his face. He’s looking out the window as if the storm has offended him in some way, and you can’t help but laugh.

“You’re jealous of the weather, hm?”

“I am not,” he lies, averting his eyes so he doesn’t have to see the knowing look in your eyes.

“Oh, you totally are! Wow, I never thought I’d see the day-” you’d have continued, of course, but Grima’s eyes narrow and a well-timed clap of thunder resounds as lightning strikes, bright and true, while Grima’s lips make contact with your own.

When I saved this to my drafts I put “shiny;;” as the comment and? that still totally applies;; You have god-tier taste, anon!

It’s close to 4 in the morning and Soren is already awake - or, rather, it’s more accurate to say he’s still awake since he hasn’t slept a wink all night. He can’t concentrate anymore, the words in front of him swimming and diving into a blurry mess as he sighs, loudly.

“…Soren, come to bed,” you whisper, startling the man in question. He looks over at you, questioningly, as he sighs again.

“Did I wake you?” You shake your head in response.

“Come to bed,” you repeat, and Soren finds himself too tired to argue, so he sighs one final time before slipping in beside you.

It’s warmer here, he thinks, as you shuffle closer to him, enveloping him with your body heat. He still won’t be able to sleep - at least he doesn’t think so - but this is comfortable, preferable to sitting and stewing in cold hordes of letters and numbers. It's… nice, he admits to himself, if only in his sleep-deprived mind.

“I’m glad you think it’s nice,” you say, which totally means he was thinking aloud, but he’s still too tired to do much more than make an aggravated sound. “Sleep well.”

The words are an invitation that maybe he won’t be accepting this time, but the sentiment is there. Soren closes his eyes and is thankful.

Anon I love youuuuu

It’s supposed to be a solo dance performance, one where you watch Laslow perform the dance he’s been perfecting as of late. It’s a wonderful show - Laslow takes on an air that he only seems to have during moments like this and he’s so graceful, fluid and lithe like he’s meant to do this for the rest of his life.

You clap because it’s the best thing you’ve seen in your life, or, at least the you of right now thinks so. Laslow smiles, cheeks tinged a light pink as he settles under your gaze, and then he’s pulling you up to join him.

“But I can’t-” you try to protest.

He cuts you off. “Just follow me and it’ll be fine,” he says, words accompanied by his signature smile, so you suppose you just have to listen.

It’s fun, twirling around in circles as Laslow leads you. Laughter fills the air and, at some point, you get a little dizzy, enough so that the scenery begins to light up. You wouldn’t pay much attention to it, but even as the two of you slow down, the lights remain, blinking in and out of existence at a leisurely pace.

“Fireflies…” you say aloud, the word coming out as barely a breath. Laslow smiles again, brighter than all the bugs around you and suddenly you can’t take your eyes off of him.

Ugh your mind anon, I stan you, like, spiritually;; Thank you for enabling my women-writing, you’re the best!!

“Ice cream? I’ve heard of it, of course, but I had assumed that soldiers wouldn’t get to have such a delicacy.” Laegjarn says after you bring up the topic of the typical summer food.

You shake your head in response. “Well, you assumed wrong. Ice cream’s super common here, so it’s super good for the summer! Would you like to get some?”

“Do you think I’ll enjoy it…?” she asks, to which you nod aggressively. 

“Of course, of course! And if you don’t, we’ll get you all kinds of other summer treats until we find something you do like!” It’s said with such determination that Laegjarn can’t help her laughter.

“If you’re so certain, then I’m sure it won’t take too long,” she replies with a smile as she slips her hand into your own.

“Here,“ Cordelia says, offering you a cone of ice cream, which you take eagerly as a way to stave off the heat. "I wasn’t quite sure what you’d like, so I guessed. I hope that’s alright…”

She sounds a bit saddened by the fact that she didn’t know, but you still smile brightly at her anyways. “That’s okay, this is my favourite,” you reply because it’s true, somehow her guess had been completely correct. “It’s perfect!”

Cordelia lets out a sigh of relief as she settles down next to you, balancing her own cherry and vanilla cone in one hand. “That’s a relief. To think I don’t know my partner quite as well as I thought I did…”

You can’t help but laugh. “That just means that there’s more to learn, right? We can do it together!” Cordelia smiles at that, small but bright.

Of course!! I love him too anon;; ♡

Hríd is surprisingly good at swimming, darting through the water with relative ease. It’s surprisingly fun to cheer him on from your place on the sand as he performs strangely fancy maneuvers in the water.

You gradually lose focus on him, though, as Ylgr comes over and asks you ever so sweetly to make a sandcastle with her. You can’t refuse such an adorable face, so your attention is neatly passed over to the youngest of Nifl’s royal family. It’s only after a few minutes of sand crafting that a presence makes itself known behind you, the loud clearing of someone’s throat.

Looking over your shoulder, Hríd himself stands behind you, a small frown on his face. “You should come swim with me,” he says.

“No,” Ylgr protests before you can even open your mouth. “We’re making a sandcastle.” The two stare at each other, an intense face-off as you sit, not quite knowing what to do. A moment later, each one of them grabs on to you, pulling in either direction as they begin to argue.

“Wait-” you exclaim, and they stop just before they pull you apart.

“You should come with me,” Hríd insists.

“No, stay with me!” Ylgr exclaims.

“I… think I’ll go swim with Hríd first,” you say gently, and he smiles triumphantly while his sister immediately frowns. “And then we’ll both come back and build a castle with you, Ylgr. Is that alright?”

“But-” Hríd begins to protest, but Ylgr is faster.

“Okay! I’ll be waiting!” She says with a bright smile and you give a sigh of relief. With that, you turn to go back into the ocean with your boyfriend, conveniently missing the way Ylgr sticks out her tongue in her brother’s direction. He makes a face in response, but, ultimately, decides that playing with his sister is fine.

You link arms with Hríd as you make your way towards the water. “You’re too nice to that sister of mine,” he says. “She’s spoiled enough as is.”

“No one can help it, she’s cute and she knows it…” you reply. “But, it’s good to have a friendly relationship with one’s future family, no?”

“Ah…” Somehow, Hríd’s cheeks begin to colour, turning a little bright pink than usual as your words sink in. “I… guess you’re right.”

You laugh and his skin turns an even prettier shade of pink. “Why don’t we go cool off?” you ask and he frantically nods a quick yes before detaching himself from your side and diving into the water as you follow behind at your own pace. Ylgr may be a cute kid, you think, but Hríd is probably the cutest man in the world.

I don’t usually think about him? But when I did it was so much fun;; I hope you enjoy it anon!!

Midnight watch - by far the worst job in the army, at least, in the opinion of most - is probably the time you see Frederick the most. He’s always so busy running here and there and everywhere for Chrom and Lissa and Robin and countless others, so it’s nice to have a time where you have him all to yourself, even if it’s the middle of the night.

It’s then, when you’re holding hands (only after many nights of begging that he at least allow that much contact, it couldn’t hurt after all), that he points out a new occurrence, on the hill just outside of your patrolling area.

It glows as if it’s magic, you think at first, but it takes only a moment more for you to realize that they’re fireflies, the first of the season.

They’re so pretty that you want to thank Frederick immediately, but the moment you look up at him to do so, the soft smile on his face stops you. He looks peaceful, which is rare since the two of you are out in the open, not somewhere private like usual. The idea of it all makes you smile, so instead, you merely squeeze his hand a little harder.

!!!! Of course of course, how did you know I love him anon,,,, You must be a mind reader, so maybe you can tell how much I love you? (Hint: It’s over 9000♡)

Lukas has his fingers entwined with your, his grip gentle but firm as the two of you walk side by side. It’s cool out, just a bit colder than you’d like it to be, really, so you find yourself grateful for the warmth of his skin.

The morning is quiet and so are the two of you, but perhaps that’s a good thing. It’s relaxing, peaceful, a welcome change… or something like that. Regardless of what it is, it’s quite nice. You’d share the thought with Lukas, but looking in his direction shows an expression of deep thought, so you keep the feeling to yourself.

Instead, you swing your attached arms back and forth, just for something to do. Lukas looks at you and you look back at him with a smile, and he turns away, but the corners of his lips are still visibly turning upwards even though he’s turned away.

…This one, I have to admit I messed up;; I posted a Henry one a few weeks back that asked for prompt number 5, but I did 4 instead… That’s a huge mistake on my part, but since it’s been so long I don’t want to change it. So, this is Henry with number 5, watching fireflies!

“Look look look, can’t you see them?” Henry exclaims, excitedly tugging you in the direction of whatever it is that he’d like you to see.

“The… fireflies?” you ask as you finally come to a stop somewhere deep in the night, the lightning bugs being the only source of light other than the moon high up in the sky.

He nods aggressively and you swear his smile gets larger if that’s even possible. “Yep! See they look like the magic sparks, the ones you see when you cast a good big spell! And since you said you can’t see them, I thought I’d show you these instead!”

You blink at him once or twice before a smile that mirrors his own settles on your face. “That’s sweet of you, Henry?”

“You think so?” he replies, tilting his head in question. Instead of waiting for an answer, though, he reaches out to grasp your hand in his. “Then, let’s watch them together!”

Poly is a-okay here! It’s not super romantic but this one was fun to do, so I hope you’ll enjoy it regardless;;

If you had to compare the three of you, Ryoma is definitely the most used to the heat. Next is you, then Xander, who gets overheated insanely fast. That mostly explains the current situation - the three of you seated side by side on your couch, the lights turned off and a fan blowing at its highest setting as a means of keeping the three of you cool.

“…I can’t believe the air conditioning broke.” Xander voices aloud. Ryoma laughs warmly and you sigh, as if exhaling the heat from your body.

“It’s too hot,” you say and Xander nods in agreement, but slowly to not to create too much more heat. Ryoma just laughs some more.

“You two just need to build up more heat tolerance,” he suggests, and Xander gives him a pointed stare.

“I’m melting,” he says in monotone. You glance over and it appears he’s right, if the amount of sweat on his face is anything to go by.

“Aw, you poor thing.” Ryoma leans over you to wipe the moisture from Xander’s forehead, his arm effectively adding even more heat to what you think is more than enough. Xander leans into you more closely to gives Ryoma better access to his face, but that only produces more heat.

You heave out another heavy sigh and they pause, looking at you. “Wait just a second…” you ask, so Ryoma pulls back, giving the room to slide off the couch and right onto the cool floor. “And now you can continue.”

Ryoma stares at your form on the ground before he snorts, his laughter still too warm for the atmosphere. “What, were we too hot for you?”

“Yes,” you reply and this time it’s Xander who laughs. “You’re lucky I love you two and that it’s too hot for this,” you say with a pout and decided to angle the fan in your direction as the two of them continue you on behind you.

Miss Laura is actually very cute… I did my best to do her justice, so I hope you enjoy this anon!

“So we have everything?” Laura asks, staring at the luggage for the fifth time in the past hour.

“Laura, you’ve double checked your double checks, I’m sure we do! And if we don’t, we can always buy things when we need them.”

It makes sense, of course, but Laura still looks a little worried. “But…”

“No buts,” you say firmly. “It’ll be fine, don’t worry. And if it’s not, I’m sure we can figure out a way to fix things!”

“If you’re sure…” she replies, the frown on her face still present. You’re not a fan of it, not when she could be smiling, so you reach over to take her hand. She looks up, a little surprised as you look her right in the eye.

“I’m absolutely sure. I’d be worried if I was going by myself but since it’s with you, there’s no problem, right? I’ll be counting on you.”

Laura pauses for a moment. “Then, if you’re counting on me… I’ll do my best too!” she says, voice filling with confidence as a small smile appears on her face.

You smile back in much the same way. “Then, let’s get going!”

“Mhm!”

In the end, you do forget a few things, but it’s all alright. Laura is able to take care of it, and you’re there to help her, so there really is nothing to worry about.

Bonus*** Some extra Ryoma because I didn’t realize I’d already done the prompt so I did it again? Please accept it it’s cute;;

“Good morning,” comes Ryoma’s voice. It’s gentle, cleaving through sleep like one cuts through butter. You blink, eyes fluttering open.

“Good… morning?” you reply, your brain still clouded by sleep. You hear Ryoma laugh, maybe, and then there’s a warm, soft pressure on your forehead.

“Still tired, hm? Perhaps this will wake you up…” It’s hard to comprehend things when you’ve just woken up merely half a second before, but somehow you think you should prepare yourself…

more Laslow!! lovely I am so unbelievably sorry for the wait, I’ll write you a request on the spot whenever you’d like! I really am deeply sorry for how long you had to wait, that was very much my fault and I hope you can forgive me

otherwise, I hope you like this! i haven’t gotten platonic requests in a long while so this was so much fun!! ( @bestmannequin2018 )

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Platonic

•As we all know, Laslow is extremely social. He has to be when he picks up his next date!

•You are no exception to his flirtatious nature. Expect him to invite you out to tea or to go shopping at least three times a day. While it’s not necessarily annoying, it may get tiresome after a while.

•Out of the millions of times you do decide to go with him, he actually make for a surprisingly good partner. He’s able to keep a conversation going, makes you laugh with ease, and is actually quite the gentleman. Well, when he’s not using pick up lines or winking at you from behind his teacup...

•Soon you two become good friends. You’ll start accompanying him into town more and more converse over tea, and maybe gossip about who the most attractive person in the castle is-

•Expect to receive a few dance lessons. While usually a bit secretive with his talent, he’ll give you a few pointers and maybe even let you join as his partner if you’re close enough.

•Laslow is a surprisingly really good guy. Despite being a huge flirt, he has manners, and is a sweet guy when you get to know him. Laslow will cherish your friendship for as long as he lives, and maybe even tell you a certain secret about his past if he trusts you enough!

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Romantic

•Somehow you’ve managed to charm Laslow’s heart. The poor dancer will be a flustered mess around you, and eventually the love he feels for you will win over any rationality. He’s quick to sit down and work on a confession.

•He anonymously invites you to the library one night and surprises you. A rose in one hand, a candle illuminating a small space, and his other hand stretched out to you for a slow dance. It’s extremely romantic, and halfway through your dance, he confesses.

•”I know I don’t seem like the type of man that would ask you such a grand favor as this, but I love you more than anything in the entire world, and it would be impossible to live without you. What do you say, my dove?”

•Of course you accept, which leads to him practically fainting from relief on the spot.

•Laslow completely quits his flirting with other girls after that. He becomes devoted to you and only you, treating you like royalty and constantly sending affection your way.

•He performs various acts of adoration throughout the day. He’ll leave you small gifts or plant kisses on your cheek when you’re not looking... it’s extremely flattering, and fills you with a warm feeling in your heart. If you’re having a bad day, expect this behavior to increase significantly.

•He often invites you to dance with him. You two have spent countless nights both practicing your moves and simply swaying in the moonlight, enjoying each other’s presence.

•When you two start dating, Laslow will sit you down and tell you some secrets he’s comfortable with, such as his real identity and his many friends he’d like to introduce you to. He trusts you not to say anything, so don’t tell anyone!

I am NEVER too busy for this man. thank you for giving me an excuse to write for him anon!!!!! I love you!!! you have such good taste. I hope you enjoy this ;; I did kinda get... carried away ;v; )b

I thoroughly reccomend reading this whilst listening to "proud of you" by A L E X & alicks!! I had this on repeat while writing

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no. 11; How could you ask me that?

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To say you were never a dancer was an understatement. You hadn't ever been to a ball, let alone touch the dancefloor. Hence why you found yourself slowly being lead in a waltz by a man who was most well known for his talent in such an art. Well, that and being able to flirt with anything that had legs.

Laslow tilts your chin up gently with a single finger, smiling jovially. "Remember to look at your partner, dear, you wouldn't want to give them the wrong idea."

You sway in time with the waltz, being careful to keep your feet placed as directed and head held up. His eyes are closed now, eyelashes only just brushing his cheeks and face void of tension. You couldn't help but try to burn the image into your mind - with the sunset casting a brozed hue on the side of his face, spinning his gray strands into that of gold, he was ethereal. And you were utterly, completely captivated.

You loved him - Gods did you love him - but you were convinced there would be no reciprocation in the matter. It hurt, but you weren't the type to try and dwell on it; ignore it until the emotions came back to bite you in the ass. A foolproof plan, really.

But when he looked at you so, bodies so close to one another and eyes locked, a spark of hope was there. Hope he would sweep you off your feet as he claims to be able to do to his lovers, hold you close to his heart and whisper the sweetest nothings in your ears.

With Laslow's face so close to yours, it was incredibly tempting to close the gap - to finally fit the two of your lips together as though it were a jigsaw puzzle. The thought, paired with the resurgance of such strong waves of heartache, tears you up. You try to blink back the tears, but eventually resort to closing your eyes again in favour of hiding such shame.

Look at your partner indeed, you think, almost laughing at the two of you with closed eyes now. At least you're aware you can waltz confidently with your eyes shut.

"Y/n?" He eventually asks, hand once more gone from your hip and now cupping your cheek. "What's the matter? You're frowning."

If you spoke now, you knew you'd begin to cry - voice cracking and sobs begin to flow freely - and that was the last thing you wanted. So you smiled back, eyes still closed, and shook your head. Hopefully that would be the end of it.

Wrong.

"Open your eyes for me, love, I don't quite trust your answer. Tell me what's wrong. Is it the dance? Have I done something?" You could tell he was getting worked up now. "Listen, I know I ran off beforehand, but it was for a good cause - truly! She was wonderful, I-"

"It's none of that, you fool." You snap, eyes now opening in favour of glaring at your dance partner. He looks rather hurt at this, which in turn makes you hurt, but promptly shuts up. You sigh, noticing the two of you had stopped dancing a while ago. "I'm sorry, I just... am tense. It's fine."

His eyes search yours now, obviously not believing such a vague excuse. "I know you must think of me as shallow and frivolous, which I admit - I brought upon myself, but I do genuinely care about you."

You mentally beg for the strength not to cry at this; you felt so incredibly vulnerable under his gaze and oh, how your heart yearned. For what, you were unsure; love was such a fickle thing and you found yourself wanting for so much.

With no response, Laslow begins to try and back away - taking it as hostile. "You..." he started, looking rather abashed, "do you dislike me? Is that what's making you so uncomfortable?"

You reach out to him, grabbing his shoulders and drawing the mercenary to you before hugging him tightly. Hands balled into fists, you try to hold him as tightly as you could. Of course, as you predicted, you began to cry into Laslow's chest. "How could you ask me that?" you whimper, squeezing him again. "I would never dislike you. Never hate you."

You feel the tension drain from his body as you say this, gently placing a hand on the back of your head. "Then what is it, my dear? You can trust me, I promise you."

"I love you." You whisper, refusing to make eye contact with Laslow. "It hurts, it hurts so much you know? And Gods did I try to stop it, try to ignore it, but when I'm with you I..."

There was a long stretch of silence afterwards, but Laslow's grip on you never wavered - you supposed that was a good sign. Your tears were falling freely now and you trembled with silent sobs, finally letting out years of repressed emotion.

"Y/n..." he murmured eventually, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on your forehead. "I must admit, I've fallen deeply in love with you myself."

You lock eyes once more, Laslow tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear and smiling sweetly. The whole situation felt surreal, almost, and you found yourself doubting it. Surely you weren't that dense to have missed the telltale signs of Laslow's pining, right?

"You're sure about this, Laslow? You genuinely-"

"Of course I do, sweetheart. You should know that I wouldn't ever lie to someone as gorgeous as you."

You wipe your face with your sleeve, trying to ignore the obvious blush coating your face. "Thank you." You whisper, nuzzling into his chest. "Thank you so, so much."

Another kiss is placed on your nose, and Laslow presses your foreheads together with a grin. "No, my love, thank you." He pauses, chuckling to himself. "How ridiculous to think I came here with the intention of leaving with no ties."

"Pardon...?"

"Oh, nothing my dear. Now, will you give me a smile? There's nothing I love more on your face- other than my lips, of course."

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Some Good Bois? Yes please

I adore Odin so much btw he’s such a dork and thinking about him is making me tear up help.

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Odin

Odin Dark is literally the opposite of someone who is laid-back like you are. He’s more into being pretty dramatic all the time and looking cool in front of everyone else (though people are always either annoyed or amused by his actions, never really awed)

But somehow, you two are able to get along well... Even though you clash worse than two swords in battle.

A lot of the time, Odin will come to you with new ideas for names of weapons or moves in battle.

You find the way he acts incredibly amusing, but also cute in a way. He’s like a puppy. Hyperactive and curious. 

You act very supportive of him as much as you can, even if his aspirations aren’t what you’re into and stuff, that doesn’t mean you can’t give him a thumb’s up (he doesn’t know what that is but you just say it’s a symbol of support.) and say he’s doing great, because he is.

He’s supportive of you too. Whenever there’s a battle, he’s sure to be there, even if the team you headed out with didn’t include him.

Outside of battle, he would insist on training you or training with you in his presence. Though, you would prefer not to train, since you had full confidence He will try really hard to impress you whilst training.

He doesn’t really do PDA, mainly due to the fact that he is admittedly awkward around you when it comes to actual romance. In private, it’s the same thing. He’ll talk your ear off, but if you verbally ask if he can kiss you, he’d get super flustered but would accept your request after a moment of regaining his confident composure.

Laslow

Lord help the both of you.

Laid-backness with a mix of a somewhat shy flirt will definitely end in everyone groaning out of increasing displeasure. sorrynotsorry

First off, the pick-up lines. The two of you only really use them on each other, and he didn’t understand the concept at first, but dear lord when you explained it to him, he jumped on that bandwagon as soon as he could.

You two don’t use them seriously, using ones like, ‘did it hurt when you fell from heaven?’ or, ‘Do you have any raisins? No? Well, how about a date?’ and other cheesy things of the like. You find them incredibly funny, and Laslow seems to enjoy this inside joke- if you can call it that- between the two of you, and everyone else either has no idea what the heck you guys are talking about or they’re tired of your crap.

He will gladly dance for you. He doesn’t do it very often, only on occasion in front of Peri or Xander. So, you can kind of tell that you’re special when he offers to dance during a conversation that lead to the topic of performing.

In public, he loves to give you little smooches, though he’ll always fluster himself while doing it, giving you a small shy smile before you just poke his nose and say that he’s a cutie because he is.

In private, you’ll probably be reading a book or chilling out, and he’ll just have you on his lap with his arms wrapped around you, reading over your shoulder with a small frown.

You helped your husband slide into a comfortable seat, grabbing him another pillow to keep his back supported. It had been about a week or two since he had suffered a serious, nearly mortal injury while protecting you-and as such, you had spent countless hours helping him around, tending to his wounds, and generally fussing about him since.

“My love, you worry far too much. I’m tasked with protecting the future king of Nohr-I’m sure I can sit down by myself!”

Laslow huffed as you tucked the pillow behind him, though you heard him hiss in pain as he suddenly bumped his bad arm against the solid frame of the chair. With a sigh, you turned to find him another pillow amongst the stacks of books in the library you’d taken solace in-but, the moment your back was turned, you felt a pair of hands reach forth to grab your waist, and pull you back until you stumbled and fell right into Laslow’s lap. Though you expected him to yelp with pain, all you could hear was that soft, murmuring chuckle of his against your ear.

“Gotcha. It seems as though my wonderful wife has yet to have a rest, hm?”

You opened your mouth to protest, but all that came out was a gentle whine as your husband pressed his strong hands against your back, loosening out your impossibly stiff muscles.

“Laslow..”

“Hush, my dear. You’ve been worrying yourself to death over me-you deserve a bit of relaxation. Goodness knows your body could use it.”

Even still a bit weak from his slowly healing injuries, Laslow’s fingers had stayed magical. He rubbed circles and pinched you from your neck to your shoulders, and all the way down to the base of your spine, soothing your whole body down with just a simple back rub. By the time he had finished, you were nothing more than jelly in his arms.

“Good girl. You managed to stay still this time-now, won’t you smile for me?”

You turned your head towards him, so he could dip down and steal a kiss from your lips.

“Laslow...I love you. I pray I will never have to fear for your life ever again, but..”

The gray-haired man nuzzled his face into your neck, giving you a few light pecks here and there.

“We live dangerously, my dear. But, I feel it makes our lives exciting, don’t you? Although I admit, it does sound nice to settle down one day...perhaps we could even give Soleil a sibling..”

His kisses became more frequent, and with a fiendish grin on his face, he gently nipped at your skin to leave a tiny red mark.

“Would you like that, my dear? I surely would love to have another baby. I’ve even got a name picked out, heh..”

Laslow purred into your ear, and just as one of his hands started creeping up underneath your tunic, the door to the library swung open and you froze in place.

“Laslow! I’ve come to ask you how-!”

Xander, prince of Nohr and Laslow’s beloved liege, stepped in haphazardly upon the two of you, locked in a very conspicuous position. He could only get half of his sentence out before his eyes widened and his cheeks became flushed at the situation, and before your husband could even finish pulling his hand away from you, the prince had turned on his heels and was walking out.

“T..Terribly sorry, my liege! P-Please forgive me!”

Laslow called after him as you slid off his lap, just as embarrassed as the other two men.