Okay, I'm so happy requests are open! How about a scenario Leuga and his S/o? His usually confident s/o is feeling less than amazing in all aspects of herself (she doesn't like her physical appearance or her fighting and/or artistic skills), and Leuga is there to comfort and compliment her. She's modest about it, but is able to get back on her feet and be fearless again (my first impression of Leuga was that he's confident in himself, and refuses to let anyone think they are less than perfect)!
[A/N: Mmm, I just wanted to let you know that Leuga actually isn’t the best with consoling. I know this is a request, and I am sorry it’s not exactly what you asked, but I have to stay true to Leuga’s personality. ;~; I hope you enjoy it either way and thank you for taking an interest in him!!]
Leuga’s s/o feeling a lack of self-confidence
The passion the usually flourished from your hands were only creating disappointments. Each stroke of the paintbrush made the painting you were working on feel like a disaster. It did not matter how much paint you scraped off and started over, it just felt like it wasn’t coming to life like how you intended. You suppose that the reason was because you had never used so much paint and texture before, and so with the new found style you were losing confidence in yourself as well as your skills.
You sighed heavily as you stretched out your back and attempted to stand, but being on the ground for a few hours made your legs and back stiff beyond comprehension. You took a few steps back overlooking your work and another sigh escaped.
The painting was to be for Leuga and you wanted to gift him with something specifically created for him. But you were worried the textures would not give him a clear image and that it would only confuse him. The landscape painting was large and half of it was still wet. The smell of the paint potent in the air, and usually it would calm you, but this time it was only giving you a headache.
It shouldn’t have bothered you so much, but you have been working on this painting for months and it did not feel even close to being finished. You had to clench your jaw to suppress the stressed tears that threaten to form, but with a shaky sigh, you turned away from your disaster and decided to sulk at the window.
It wasn’t a moment later until you heard the door opening and the familiar scuffle that was none other than your love came in. Leuga made his way into the room and from your peripherals saw him looking for you.
You turned and waved, “Leuga, I am over by the window.”
You continue to sway slightly so that way he would be able to pick up on your vibrations and he easily made his way to you. His large form toward over you while he leaned down to place a gentle peck upon your forehead.
Your hands rose up and grabbed the sides of his face before he could pull away and nuzzled his large chin. His chest rumbled deeply from your affection and a soft lopsided smile adorned his face.
“How are you, my Everything?” The vibrations of his deep voice tingled in your ears as he gently stroke your temple.
You smiled warmly albeit disheartened, “I am doing just fine, my Love. How are you? I haven’t seen you for a while.”
Leuga hummed for a moment, “My Father had to travel and so I was left to take care of things…” He felt you lean against the window pane and his claw fell to the ground to support himself. “Mm.”
You felt your cheeks turning red hearing his small sound of dissatisfaction. You chose not to say anything and crossed your arms tightly in front of you.
“You’re upset.” His stated curtly.
You felt yourself cringe and shrunk into your neck slightly. “No, Love. I am fine.”
He chose to remain silent and you knew that ignoring him wouldn’t work. He was a stubborn mule and would wait patiently all day until you cracked. It wasn’t his issue to deal with and, honestly, you were worried he would feel around on for all your pieces and end up ruining your supposed surprise. You tapped your fingers against your upper arms as you looked anywhere but at Leuga.
His presence was too overwhelming and you were struggling to keep quiet. The pressure was beginning to build and the next thing you knew you were blowing out air between your shut lips. The sound was anything but flattering and it caused your cheeks to flare even more as well bring on the stress tears.
“Okay, fine. I am upset.” You finally confessed, not feeling the slighest bit better and only felt your world begin to cave. As soon the words left your lips, your body began to tremble and you looked away from Leuga as you attempted to explain. “I am just having a rough patch at the moment. I-it’s fine, I’ll push through.”
He cocked his head to the side before he spoke, “[Name].” Whenever he spoke your name is sent trickling pleasure from your ears all the way down to your toes, but you knew you were about to get chided for not openly expressing your plights. And so, the usual pleasure you would indulge yourself in was more of a mockery to your pain. What you expected was a long winded scolding, but instead you found his body wrapping yours into an embrace.
He stroked the back of your head shortly before pulling away. A small tear that had fallen from your eye was brushed away by his own cheek and you felt more vulnerable than before. “Tell me.” He whispered.
It was like a dam had broke from his short inquiry and all the self doubt suddenly burst from you. “I am a horrible artist. I-I do not feel like my work is at its best anymore.” You began to breath heavily into his chest, tears spilling down your cheeks all the while. “This d-damn painting, I fuckin- it’s just so-” The frustration and self doubt prevented coherent sentences and left you a blubbering mess.
He shushed you softly and stroke your back. Sometimes you wish that he was more vocal and would tell you instantly that everything is okay, but you knew in your current state that you would not believe him, and so it felt futile being upset over his personality.
“Why don’t you take a break from the painting then.” Leuga suggested, feeling it was the most logical thing.
“I have been taking breaks, Leuga. I have been taking them for months! And it’s just getting worse. I-I don’t know if it’s me or-or…” Frustration at his lack of understanding bubbled in your stomach, but you knew he wasn’t artistic and didn’t understand the self-doubts you were having. “I am sorry. Excuse me, I just must be tired is all…”
“I believe you are. Why don’t you come with me and have a cup of tea.”
You ran your fingers across your head, the waves of frustration still roaring strong. “N-No, I need to continue to work on it-”
“Stop.” His voice cut through, effectively stopping your tangent. Leuga leaned down, his head nearly resting on your shoulder. “You need a break. I understand you want to have it completed, but it is not going to be if you overthink it.”
“But-”
“You are an artist through and through. Learn from your struggles and rise from it. I have confidence in your skills.” He placed his claw on your shoulder before removing himself from your personal bubble. “Come with me.”
It was one of the few times where his blunt words didn’t hurt you, and instead you were understanding them from his point of view. You rubbed the excess tears from your eyes before nodding your head and exhaled. Leuga lifted you up with one arm and hobbled out of the room with you.
Leuga took you to have brunch with him and he listened to you explain the troubles of being an artist. Being in his presence calmed you down and for the first time in a long while you felt your mind become clear. You enjoyed the tea and his small smiles while feeling lucky to have him. With new rejuvenating confidence, you went back to work on the painting right after that. As you took in the enormous painting, you huffed gearing yourself up for the work and rolled up your sleeves.
Weeks went by and the painting was finally finished. You stood in front of it feeling proud and grateful. The painting popped from the heavy layers of paint, the grass plain looking so realistic that you swore you could lay down in it and while the trees look like they were blowing in the wind.
When you presented it to Leuga after it had set, you couldn’t help but feel giddy as he felt the painting. He took his time running his claw over the grass and across the span of the periwinkle sky. He made a small joke he never knew the sky had texture before, and you only humored him by saying that it has to feel like something.
Leuga turned to you and held out his arm. You quickly ran into him and hugged his large torso as his arm came to press you closer. He pressed a kiss to the nape of your neck in gratitude. “I will cherish it.”
You smiled and pressed into him further.
You were an artist through and through, and you would always rise up.