#Lonque

[alacarhelsng]

The Ship (Cont. But again)

"Lonque," Alacar started." we're gonna need that distraction now." The only response they received was a ripple of lights turning off and then on way too brightly as a power surge ripped through the ship then a horrifying grinding and crashing sound. Whatever he had done seemed to pull the doctor out in such a rush that he left the door open for Vlad and Alacar to slip inside.

Just like that they were there, standing in front of a troll who stared vacantly at them, an odd green crust lingering on the ends of what was left of their legs and arms. Joy and rage played tug-of-war inside Alacar as he stared at his mate-sprite. They were alive but so very very fucked up. "Al…." Hearing Vlad say his name snapped him out of the mini trance he had been stuck in and they went to work, Alacar moving to the computer to release them from the machine they were being held in while Vlad braced himself to catch their form as they fell. "I got them, let's move." Alacar rushed over to help, placing one of their half arms over his shoulder to help them move faster. "Alright Doll, target's secure, lead us out." Alacar could barely believe that the operation was going so smoothly. Of course the moment he thought that the first problems began. "V, they're doing a radio check-in and with all these men tuckered out around me I'm going to need to ditch this position. Bea's going to have to lead you the rest of the way while I cut and run. I promise I'll only be a little pissed that you're listening to another woman." Vlad swore lightly and Bea's voice took over, leading them down a route that she could see. "Patrol is on the way! Hide!" The only location the three of them had to hide was the room next to them which they quickly slipped inside of until the footsteps faded away.

They were getting ready to walk out when a playfully sinister voice spoke to them and froze them in their tracks. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" The three turned around and saw a troll holding a gun towards them. Waves of pink hair spilled down almost to the floor and would have if it hadn't been tied into two pigtails. Two horns criss-crossed above her head and a sultry and dark smile played across her face that made her finned ears tilt up a bit. They had been caught, by a high-blood. "Two reds escaping with the doctor's toy? Naughty boys." Alacar stepped in front of them, raising his hands up in surrender. "We don't want to hurt anyone we're just tr-" "Shshshsh. " The high-blood shushed him with an almost sweet sound. "Bad boys don't get to talk." Alacar swallowed and made a show of being intimidated because he was, but while she spoke he watched and waited for the moment that her soul was closest to the surface. "You see, I was just getting bored while I was waiting so I think I'm going to have some fun with you boys. OH I know let's play a game. I'll ask you a question and if you don't answer in a way I like I'll shoot you." She ended the sentence with a giggle though no one else found humor in what she said. "We'll start with you, the one that stepped forward. What's your name?" Alacar almost didn't answer, but getting shot would put a serious chink into their plans, and he needed to buy as much time as he could while slowly dragging her soul up. "I'm Alacar Helsng." "Good boy, and why do you want that broken doll over there?" He growled but answered her. "They are my mate-sprite… I want them back." "Oh that's such a pitiful love story, what a heartbreaking story. You must have gone such a long way to get them back. It would be a shame if this story ended in a tragedy." Alacar knew then what she was about to do, he could see the slight adjustment of her gun as she changed to aim at Calmet. He saw the smile slide from playful to predatory and he acted. With a violent flex of his will, he dragged her soul to the surface and squeezed. Applying crushing force until the fragment of soul that was her eyes violently crunched down and she began to scream. Blood gushed from her now vacant eyes and she crumbled to the floor, dropping the gun in the process "What's wrong your highness?! I thought high-blood didn't grovel before low casts like me?! WHAT'S THE MATTER?! WHERE'S ALL YOUR FUCKING POWER NOW?!" Alacar's face had warped into a deranged smile as he mocked the wailing and thrashing woman on the floor until Vlad placed a hand on his shoulder and pulled him out of it. "Al, we need to go, now." "Ugh, fine. You go ahead and make sure Harvey is safe, I've got Calmet from here." Vlad nodded to him and took off down the hall while Alacar lifted his mate-sprite and began to take her out of the room and down the hall after Vlad.

If he had been paying more attention he would have noticed the radio silence, the lack of input from anyone, but he hadn't. Instead, he was stopped dead as a figure walked out of the shadow and stood blocking off their way forward. Instinctively he knew who she was, in the pits of his soul he could feel the power that radiated off of the being before him and he knew without a doubt. "You really fucked up." Said the Empress.

[niinielscorner]

finally they can hold hands.

[dvrtrblhr]

5. lon'qu

this will be the only one done traditionally cause it's too much work for such meh results (and i hate taking photos and editing them lol) but i wanted to try inking again and used lon'qu's bday as an excuse

[kermie190]

[sotiredmostnights]

one thing about lon'qu is that he is actually just so fucking funny all the time

[vickyt-mv]

quick lon'qu for his birthday 🗡️🗡️

[lynarc]

Cordelia doodles

[maid-of-the-golden-deer]

this line sent cupids arrow right through my heart as a 13 year old

[fe-fictions]

I need lonqu taking care of a sick robin

(I’m just on a sick fic kick right now yall)

It was clear to anyone watching the swordmaster marching down the streets of Ferox that he was not okay. He looked like he was seconds away from murder if someone so much as looked at him wrong.

Jaw clenched, fists tense and eyes sharper than the blade at his hip, Lon’qu looked to be a force of nature. A demon, in all honesty. But if you knew him in any personal manner, it was obvious he wasn’t angry at all.

Rather, he was deeply worried and verging on a full-on panic attack. Such was Lissa’s observation as she tried to keep up with him, though he was far more adept at rushing through deep snow than she was.

“H-hey, do you mind slowing down a little bit?? It’s nearly impossible to keep up with you in a blizzard!!”

“There’s no time.” Lon’qiu barked, “It’s bad enough I had to leave Robin alone to get you out of that damn carriage.”

“Hey, if we could’ve gotten here easier, you know I would have! But the snow is just crazy this time of year. Even Feroxi transport struggles! I don’t know why you sent for me, anyway.”

“There are healers that have traveled from Plegia to try and alleviate the demand because of this illness.” Lon’qu explained briskly, “I don’t want to wait for someone to show up. You’re the only one I trust with Robin-”

“Wow, that’s so nice-”

“-That’s available. Libra and Maribelle are already working with others in Ferox.” He continued, earning an annoyed scoff.

“I see your arrogance hasn’t changed! That’s no way to talk to a woman who just risked life and limb to help your wife.”

Lon’qu brushed her off, pushing open the gate to the home he’d left for far too long. The smoke billowing from the chimney still seemed steady, which was odd. He’d been gone for an hour. The smoke should have thinned out due to logs burning away, unless…

“Damn that woman-” Lon’qu grabbed Lissa’s hand as she trudged through the gate, practically yanking the poor princess up the hill to the house.

“W-whoa!! Slow down, you can’t just grab at me like that, you ass-”

“Robin!!”

Lissa stalled when Lon’qu’s hand left her, finding the house in disarray all around her. It looked as though it hadn’t been cleaned in days.

Worse yet, the subject of his exclamation was on her feet, poker trembling over the fire held by shaking, pale hands. Glassy eyes passed over the princess’ face, but Robin didn’t seem to register that she was looking at her dear friend.

“What the hells are you doing?? You’re supposed to be in bed!” Lon’qu snapped at his wife, taking the iron poker from your grasp and quickly directing you away from the flames. His ire quickly redirected to the princess. “And shut the door!!”

It jolted her back into focus, the door hastily shut and latched to prevent the ice from blowing in. Lon’qu busied himself with his wife. 

“You know what, I don’t even want to know why you’re out of bed.” He grumbled, throwing a blanket over you that was lopsided on the recliner. “You swore to me that you’d sleep.”

“I…woke up.” You swallowed thickly, wincing at the pain down your throat. Lon’qu shook his head, carefully lifting you off your feet. He carried you from the den, jerking his head to motion Lissa to follow.

The princess set her outerwear aside, snow and ice dripping into a puddle on the floor. Lon’qu had yet to change out of his freezing clothes, but it was clear his own health was the lowest priority.

“It got…cold…” Your voice was trembling harder than your hands were. Lissa quickened her pace, hurrying into the bedroom just as Lon’qu settled you into the quilts.

The bedroom was in just as rough a state; it was clear Lon’qu had been neglectigng just about everything except for his wife.

“I‘m sorry. I tried to get back before the fire burned out. But you should’ve stayed in bed, regardless.” Lon’qu added with a growl, tucking the blankets around you as tightly as he could.  “Lissa’s here to take care of you now; so don’t even think of getting up until you’re better.”

He looked up at said royal, who was swift in joining you at the bedside. She pressed her hand to your forehead, testing for temperature. Calling it a fever would be an understatement.

“Naga…how are you that hot but still so pale??” She was incredulous; this illnesss was severe in every sense of the word.

“How long has she been like this, Lon’qu?” She pulled the pouch around her waist to the front, digging for the vials of dried herbs she needed first.

“It started a week ago, and it’s only gotten worse each day that goes by. She started deteriorating about five days ago,when I first sent word to you.”

“Thank goodness you called when you did…this isn’t good.” She mumbled, “Five days of fever and goodness knows what else. I’m starting to understand why the healers are preoccupied.”

He stood back to give her needed space. “This season is always hard for our clerics, but this year’s spread has been especially brutal. Seven people died in the last two weeks, alone.”

“Well, Robin won’t become one of them. I promise.” She assured him, popping the cork on her vial of dried moringa. “I need a mortar and pestle, and hot water.”

“Understood.”

She’d barely measured the ingredients out on the bedside table before Lon’qu was back, a piping kettle in one hand and the heavy stone bowl in the other.

So the work began. Lon’qu lingered at the foot of the bed, switching between pacing and looking over Lissa’s shoulder to make sure she was working hard.

For a couple of minutes, it seemed to be effective. Your face relaxed as Lissa gently smeared some sort of ointment along your neck, and your breathing deepened.

He noted that your doctor seemed quite pleased with the immediate response, before she got back to work grinding herbs away in the mortar. She cast her gave back at your husband, who seeme dincapable of calming down even for a second.

“So, what’s going on, anyway? You’re talking about this like it’s some sort of seasonal disease. Is it common in Ferox?”

“It is; the common name is Feroxi Flu.”

“Creative.”

“It has a proper title, but since it’s a strain that only hits this region due to Ferox’s set up, you’ll hear the common name a lot more.”

“Well, the ‘flu’ part is quite accurate in her case. All the symptoms are pointing to a severe infection, but it’s nothing that can’t be reversed with rest, constant care and a wathcful eye.”

“Tell me what she needs.”

Lissa smiled softly, seeing determination burn brightly in his eyes. She couldn’t think of the last time she’d heard him utter anything with that level of emotion, except for the day she and Chrom brought you back to your husband’s side in Ferox after your sacrifice.

The reunion was an ocean of tears and promises never to abandon him again, and he had been quite bashful about the royals witnessing his outburst when he regained himself.

So to see him with that same fire in his eyes again made her realize that this was very serious…at least, to him. From what Lissa was able to see in the medical examination suggested otherwise.

“Well, if I’m being honest it’s a lot worse than it should be given her age and general health. So I’m fairly confident in saying it’s this bad because of Robin pushing herself too hard.”

“I haven’t been-”

“She’s gotten out of bed nearly every single day since she got sick.” Lon’qu confirmed, glaring sharply at his wife. She wilted under his reprimanding gaze, amusing to the healer.

“So Robin, you’re going to start with some good, long rest and penty of fluids. Vegetable and chicken broth will be best. Ginger tea will be a good drink option…she hasn’t been eating a lot, right?”

“She throws up nearly everything she eats. I’ve been able to get her to keep bread and some tea down. I’ve had trouble with anything hardier.”

“Then let’s do ginger tea first, and then introduce the broth. So long as she can eat, she’ll regain her strength. As for the congestion and other symptoms…”

The princess rattled off a number of remedies and herbal mixtures he would be tasked with grinding and preparing for you while you recovered. The state of you was certainly concerning, but nothing that you couldn’t bounce back from.

You coughed through a thank you, knowing what a trek it must have been just to tend to one patient. You offered for her to stay the night with you, but she had already prepared accommodations in the city courtesy of the Khan (who also demanded to know how you were doing when they found out the reason for the princess’/ visit).

Lon’qu led her to the door, and once again the house fell silent against the whipping winds of Ferox’s blizzard.

You nestled back into the pillows, fending off another coughing fit. The soft thuds of your husband’s feet caught your attention, and he passed back into the room with a number of warm-looking dishes on a tray.

“I’m sure that all smells delicious, if I could smell.” You joked, pushing yourself up some to sit up properly. Lon’qu set them on the bedside table one by one, before he sat down beside you once more.

“Eat this. Lissa said it will help ease the congestion.”

The gentler, softer side of Lon’qu was always such a sweet thing to experience. Even in your currnet state, a smile crept up your lips as you watched him spoon a mouthful of soup from the bowl for you.

“I could feed myself, you know.”

“Lissa said rest was key. That means you’re not lifting a finger, if I can help it.” He replied gruffly, holding it up. Obediently you accepted the food, earning a satisfied expression. “Good. Once you’re done, take this medicine-- then you can sleep.”

“I’ll take it on one condition,” You held up a finger as he presented another spoonful of broth. His eyes narrowed, suspicious.

“Are you seriously trying to bargain with me right now?”

“You have to read to me until I fall asleep.”

“Tch.” He clicked his tongue, pressing the spoon to your mouth. You tried not to splutter a laugh, knowing he’d only be more agitated if you spat out the food. “Why would you want me to read to you? I’m no good at it and I have half the speed you do.”

“But you really do such a good job… I love listening to you read. It gives me joy.” You spoke earnestly, watching his ears burn brighter with every word. He looked away with a groan, the glare sharpening over his frown.

“Damn you…fine, if it matters so much to you, I’ll do it just this once! But only because you’re ill, got it??”

“Thank you, my love.”

“Gh…! S-shut up and eat.” He snapped, all but shoving the next spoon into your mouth. You grinned behind the wood utensil, finding delight in how easily you could fluster such a prickly man. 

You finished the rest of your food promptly, and without any further bartering. And of course the bitter medicine came after, but as promised, Lon’qu reluctantly trudged back to the bed with your latest novel, opened to the page you last read and started stumbling through the paragraphs.

If you were bothered by his lack of literary skills, you didn't say it. Instead you leaned into his side, and threaded your fingers with his, listening to the tale that unfolded while Lon’qu continued on.

He did not know when you fell asleep, but he did not stop reading until dark…and not beccause he liked holding your hand for so long, or anything.

No, that wasn’t it at all.

While you wouldn’t make a full recovery for another week and a half, Lon’qu was there to support you through every minute of it (and maybe possibly secretly hold your hand when able, as well).

[sieglinde-freud]

fav niche little headcanon is that basilio becomes the self proclaimed grandparent to any kid olivia or lonqu has. like he RAISED those two (he didnt but he’ll take credit for it) hes GONNA get grandkids one way or another. fav thing ever is olivia!lucina recontexualizing the scene where lucina begs basilio not to go fight walhart because he literally helped raised her he was the best patty cake player on the entire continent… that is HER GRANDFATHER and he is GOING TO DIE like omfg. i know im pretty deep into the tharjabelle train on this blog but there was a time where i was super into lonqu/tharja (i still REALLY like them i just ended up liking tharja yuri better sue me) and basilio and noire was like. the cutest combo ever. yes this IS my coward little granddaughter but make her mad and she could rival all of ferox’s greatest warriors. he loves her so much

[erikensa]

Resplendent Lon'qu for Victoria!

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[moeblob]

10/10 is Lon'qu Day so here we go, a 10 out of 10 family.

[roachscans]

Basilio & Lon'qu from Knights of Iris

[sluttytartaglia]

i know i illustrated this meme already but idc. its longaius too

[lonqvvv]

[sotiredmostnights]

ATTENTION FELIX FIRE EMBLEM ENJOYERS ‼️‼️

your boy won CYL8 last january! congratulations!! 🎉

as a reward, you got a pretty cool brave unit!

just look at all the swords on that guy! 😉

but now that he's out of the running...where are your votes going? 🤔🤔

now, i know what you're thinking...as a felix fan, it would make sense for you to vote for another FE3H guy, like byleth or sylvain. maybe even hubert or dedue!

but before you do...maybe you should look at what you like about felix, and perhaps throw a vote at someone who shares similar qualities to him! ☺️☺️

so what do people like about felix? well, let's take a look at (what are probably) his most endearing (to the FE fanbase at large) qualities:

an unrivaled passion for swordplay

a brooding nature, with some sass sprinkled in for good measure

a tragic backstory in which he loses someone close to him, forever changing the way he interacts with others

dark eyes and even darker hair

LETHALITY 😳😳😳

so who else embodies these traits? 🤔

the answer is simple: lon'qu from fire emblem awakening!

unlike felix, lon'qu has been in FEH pretty much since launch. he was even used in the FEH announcement video to showcase the summoning feature! 💖

and in all CYLs except two, lon'qu has placed in the top 100 - proof that he can hold his own in the rankings, even when against new FEH OCs or the influx of FE3H and engage characters! 😲✨

and yet, despite his popularity, he hasn't received much attention from intsys. while he did get a beautiful resplendent outfit, that was in 2022 - nearly 3 years ago! 💔💔💔💔💔

it's a real shame, too! while we've been getting a steady stream of awakening rep through the numerous lucinas, chroms, and robins, it seems like many other awakening characters have simply fallen to the wayside, and lon'qu is no exception to this. it's especially disheartening when he would be such a good fit for a lot of the annual banner themes!! i mean, just consider him on these seasonal banners:

bridal banner: a groom who is afraid of the ladies

child banner: a young lon'qu who only just recently failed to save his friend in a bandit raid

desert banner: a swordsman who has to learn to adapt to a hot climate after spending years in the frigid regna ferox

ninja banner: needs no explanation, really

so, felix fans (and, well, fire emblem fans in general), i'm just asking, one edgy sword boy enjoyer to another, for you to spare a vote for lon'qu if you can! if nothing else, i'd love for him to remain in the top 100 for another year! 🥰🥰🥰