#tbate

(Choose wisely 😔🤗)

I got this idea from something my senpai, @loosesodamarble made.

Js a very very short fic to soft launch my tbate obsession...

As the only man capable of holding his ground in the face of Asuras, the burden of everyone's hopes in achieving freedom rested on his shoulders. On Arthur, and Arthur alone.

Though Arthur despised the idea, the feeling that everyone's expectant gaze was cast upon him didn't cease out of respect for all he had done.

Not only did he defeat the young Asura, Taci, alone and protect them from harm, but he's also protected Dicathians from the threat of the wraiths that dared invade Vildorial whilst they were still in the middle of recovering from the loss. Everything Arthur did, the people of Dicathen benefited from.

As a result, everyone had viewed him more and more of a hero, casting their trust upon him without care for the young man who simply longed for a simple life with those he cherished.

For them, Arthur Leywin was no longer just a boy, but their only chance at salvation from the gripes of despair.

This, in turn, had caused exhaustion to occur on his already wary soul. He's lost too much; and as he feels himself returning to being the very same man he swore to never become in this life, he barely holds himself together to remember what he was fighting for.

For the sake of his family, of his friends, and for everything he holds dear. he whispers. But oh, was he tired.

In moments where doubts clouds his mind and renders him conflicted. In moments when he finds himself slowly falling apart, losing the pieces of himself that was nurtured by the people he loved in this lifetime, he turns to you for solace.

Crashing into your makeshift home, his shoulders sag the moment he sees you in the living room, leisurely sipping on tea whilst reading a book.

"You're still awake? It's already so late at night."

You peer your head up, pleasantly surprised by his sudden visit. Still, you welcome him all the same with that sweet smile you always wore.

Shutting your book—though, not before placing a bookmark in between—you shift your attention to Arthur. "Arthur!"

You beam, placing the book down. "It is? Oh! I mustn't have realized. Time feels really wacky down here, I don't know if it's night or day unless I look at my watch at all times."

Arthur chuckles. Unbuttoning the first two buttons of his blouse, he breathes out a sigh of relief once he's finally free of its constraints and not so suffocated as before.

He sits beside you on the couch, lazily wrapping an arm around you to pull you closer. He breathes in your scent, already feeling at ease once he gets the chance to bask in your presence.

"Hard day?"

"Yep, both clans of the dwarven family continued on with their bickering. In the end, we were unable to progress much because of their hostility to each other."

You chuckled, running your fingers through his blonde locks. Tenderly brushing strands of his hair, your smile widens when you feel him lean into your touch.

"Thank you as always for your service to the nation, Art."

"It's no problem, your royal highness." Came his non-committal reply.

"Want me to whip you up a meal? I think I can make you your favorite dish."

"Thanks, but it's fine. I don't want to trouble you so late at night."

"Fool, you could never be a problem." You answered quickly.

Pulling him away from you, he resisted a bit but ultimately let go. "I insist."

Arthur looked up at your standing form. Squeezing your hand—the last thing he held when you tried to peel yourself away from him—he allows your warmth to linger in his hand before reluctantly parting away.

"Thank you." His eyes soften, golden hues appearing captivated by your ever thoughtful nature.

"No problem," you press a chaste kiss to his forehead. He flutters his eyes shut, immersing himself in the moment. A smile perched up on his lips. "It's the least I can do for you."

Picking up your empty cup to place it on the sink, your movements are fluid, done purposely for convenience. "I know I can't help much on the battlefield. I can't possibly hope to shoulder everything with you with the little magic I have in my body."

The sink opens, allowing water to freely run through the opening. "But, when you're with me, I do hope you feel at ease enough that you allow yourself to forget about your burdens for a bit."

You pause, tilting your head up to catch a glimpse of Arthur, who still remained seated on the couch, staring at you who busied themselves in the kitchen.

"I want to spoil you. You carry the expectations of many, mine included. It's only natural I pay you back in the little ways I can."

Arthur huffs, brows furrowed. He ignores the way his heart beats a tad bit faster at your confession. He was a man hardened by battle, but perhaps it was precisely because of this that he easily fell apart whenever it came to soft moments like this. Spent in the warm light of your home, whispers of love exchanged even if not by words, he's spent much of his life—both of them, living without such a warm feeling.

His lips quirk up, eyes crinkling as he follows your movements. Such domesticity was lost on him. All this time he's been fighting for his life, aiming to get stronger and stronger to protect Dicathen from all sources of external threats to the point such simple moments became far and few in between.

How long has it been since he's abandoned such comfort in order to protect and ensure the safety of his cherished ones?

He breathes out a sigh and eventually relaxes on the couch. "Suit yourself," he murmurs, closing his eyes in amusement.

"Simp. Ooh our ice princess is melting!"

Arthur's smile immediately falls at the sound of his living weapon's commentary. Almost immediately, his mood sours(playfully) at his presence.

"Regis, get out of here."

Meeting Parents ft. Arthur Leywin

Pairing: Arthur Leywin x Gn! reader

Warnings: N/A

A/N: Takes place during season six. I wrote for your man @fyuyushia ^.^

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