fic: Distractions
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bonnefoisTitle: Distractions
Series: FEH/FE9/10
Character/pairing: Heather/Nephenee
Rating: PG
Summary: Nephenee keeps getting distracted on the battlefield.
Or, Nephenee finds she's too gay to function at the worst times.
Word count: 1,560
Author's note:
Happy pride month, have some lesbians.
Still recovering from my sprain and now I'm sick. Sitting is painful. I wanted to cobble together something for pride month at least.
I meant to give this to Rosage like, six months ago? But I got stuck, and then I started more yuris for Em and then got stuck and then more yuris--Anyways, I hope you like these yuris, Em.
One of the most important things on the battlefield was focus, it wouldn't take some fancy teacher to learn that. Then again, drift off while mucking out a stall and a farmer would be likely to stab right in the boot.
And lately, Nephenee's focus had gone off flower picking.
When the militia formed down in Ozma, she'd joined up. Sure, she'd been nothing but a shy country girl. But she knew her way around with a pitchfork, and could lift the hay right as well with the boys. She wasn't about to just sit back and twiddle her thumbs while their entire country was being invaded. Her entire family was counting on her. Meemaw, mama, dad, and the triplets. To say nothing of her mess of cousins and aunts and uncles--thirty six and counting. Family gatherings sure were noisy when they all came together for a barn raising.
One war had turned into two. And by all means, Nephenee should be battle-hardened. She was still as shy as a Morning Glory at midnight, and soft-spoken because people teased her about her accent. But she knew her way around a battlefield about as well as she knew the hay field now.
Except, she kept running into a block of sorts.
It'd go like this.
Heather would toss her gold blond locks in a sassy gesture. Because she was dynamic. It wasn't enough to steal from the enemy, then steal their life. She had to strike a pose, and have the last word.
And watching her curvy body like that, poised and posed made Nephenee's brain just slow and stop.
Come again? What was it? War? Battle? There was nothing but girl. Pretty Girl.
Until the main thought she had was guh. girl? pretty? giiirl. pretty.
Good thing she still had her helmet on straight at least.
Though, that was about the only thing straight on her at this point.
*
The training dummies were a wreck. She hadn't even left much for the rest. Nephenee panted as she clutched the spear.
If only she could push through this...whatever it was.
She knew this was hopeless. Heather was real pretty. And charming. And probably not the type to want to settle down with a country gal like herself.
(Though considering they hadn't even exchanged feelings, it was a little early to be thinking marriage.)
Plus, there was no room for romance right now, with the war and all. Getting all distracted like on the battlefield was a bad move. She was just lucky that she hadn't gotten an arrow to the eye at this point.
"What a nice display."
Her voice was about as smooth and sweet as honey. Nephenee could listen to her all day long, just speaking idle things, just to hear her talk.
Heather leaned in the stone doorway. She ran her hands through her long blond hair, and gave Nephenee a sultry smile.
"If those training dummies were actually the Daein army, the whole war would be over by now."
"U-Um...thanks."
Her brain was full of daises and how petty Heather's hair was. How could one gal be so pretty that it made her entire sense leap out the window, and then run down to play in the pasture?
At least it wasn't on the battlefield this time.
Sure would be nice if her good sense would come back. She was pretty sure she needed it. Because even if Heather was pretty, it didn't mean nothing.
Her cheeks were hot. Hell, she was hot all over, and not just from the training. Heather made her blush harder than anyone ever had, and she could do it just by saying hi.
"I-I need to go wash up. I'm sure I stink somethin' fierce. I helped muck out the stalls for the cavaliers before this, so..."
She rushed out with an apology. It'd be just heartbreaking if Heather came to talk to her and she stunk. Like barfing on your crush's boots level of embarrassing.
"Um, thanks for the kind words!"
Nephenee all but ran to the bathing rooms.
When she got there, Nephenee sunk deep into the water, and sighed. She let water soothe her aches.
She should've just gone and dunked herself in a lake. Maybe the cold would put some sense into her. Though right about now, it seemed like nothing much could put any sense into her at all. Not if Heather was anywhere around.
*
Heather tended to stay close one the battlefield.
Well, Nephenee excused it away. She was a thief. Thieves had to slip on through the lines Nephenee would cut through the enemy with her spear. It was just like that.
Then Heather looked at her through her lashes, like she was a hero.
"Y-You okay there, Heather?"
"Of course. I feel safe around someone as strong as you," Heather said.
An arrow whizzed by her. Thankfully her armor was enough to deal with it, because focus? What was that?
Come again?
Her brain was like sugar mush right now.
"I-I'll protect you," Nephenee said.
*
"You okay there, Nephenee? You seem awful distracted as of late," Brom said.
He was in full worried poppa mode. Nephenee had a pang of guilt. He already worried about his family so much. The last thing she wanted was for him to worry about her, too.
"O-Oh, um, I just..."
Her brain was blank. The only explanation was Girl pretty. Kiss girl? Kiss Heather?
Not exactly a good excuse, or even coherent. Especially for her less than stellar time on the battlefield lately.
"N-Nothin'!"
Brom looked concerned. "Are you worried about you family there?"
Sure, she got worried sometimes. She'd look out for those letters and hope everything went well.
But, that made her just fight harder.
"Y-Yeah, a little."
"I know it's hard sometimes, but you just gotta push through it. Can't let yourself get distracted on the battlefield, ya hear?"
She nodded, and felt even more guilty. Everyone's life was on the line. She had to get her head on right.
*
"Brom said you weren't feeling well, so I got you something nice."
Heather's voice was sultry in the way which made her mind fuzzy.
She had a basket of fruit in hand. And some kind of sweets in between them. Knowing Heather, she either got them outright from some guy, or fleeced some man for it.
At least there wouldn't be any evidence by the time they were done.
How Brom got 'she felt sick' out of their last talk was beyond her. The only kind of sickness Nephenee had was lovesickness.
"T-Thanks. That's real nice of you, Heather."
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
Heather came closer. Nephenee found herself awful distracted by the sway of those curvy hips.
"Just say the words. I'll do anything in my power."
Your lips on mine. Right here.
"U-Um, you already did lots. Thanks a bunch."
"Really?" Heather said. She had just a little bit of disappointment in her voice. She came a little closer and reached out to take a bit of Heather's hair in her hand.
"Nothing at all?"
Her brain was about as useful as a horseshoe in a swimming pool.
"Youcouldkissme."
"I never thought you'd ask."
"D-Did I say that out loud? Dang it!"
Heather laughed. "Absolutely."
Heather brushed her hair out of her face, and held Nephenee's face gently.
It was like magic, or at least the way she thought magic must feel. The way those mages could summon up flames and thunder, that was the way it felt down under her skin when Heather leaned in and pressed those soft lips against her.
She smelled good--how could she smell like this? Like she'd kept flowers in her shirt, at all the pulse points. Nephenee about smelled like she'd been mucking out stalls a lot of times.
"Am I your first kiss?"
"Naw, I got kissed when I was about twelve, then fifteen by boys. None of them were too interestin'. First girl, though."
And none of them made her feel like Heather did. Like she was alive all over. The blood was rushing all through her.
Heather smiled enigmatically. "Was I the one who made you realize you like girls?"
"Maybe it shouldn't be so surprisin', considerin' how eager I was to go off to war instead of accept Otto's invitation to the next dance," Nephenee said.
Heather laughed. "Truly, you're a lady after my own heart."
Where did they go from here? No idea. There was still a war to fight, and Heather probably wasn't the marrying sort. Those were problems for another day.
But, Nephenee was dang sure of one thing. She sure as heck liked girls.
Series: FEH/FE9/10
Character/pairing: Heather/Nephenee
Rating: PG
Summary: Nephenee keeps getting distracted on the battlefield.
Or, Nephenee finds she's too gay to function at the worst times.
Word count: 1,560
Author's note:
Happy pride month, have some lesbians.
Still recovering from my sprain and now I'm sick. Sitting is painful. I wanted to cobble together something for pride month at least.
I meant to give this to Rosage like, six months ago? But I got stuck, and then I started more yuris for Em and then got stuck and then more yuris--Anyways, I hope you like these yuris, Em.
One of the most important things on the battlefield was focus, it wouldn't take some fancy teacher to learn that. Then again, drift off while mucking out a stall and a farmer would be likely to stab right in the boot.
And lately, Nephenee's focus had gone off flower picking.
When the militia formed down in Ozma, she'd joined up. Sure, she'd been nothing but a shy country girl. But she knew her way around with a pitchfork, and could lift the hay right as well with the boys. She wasn't about to just sit back and twiddle her thumbs while their entire country was being invaded. Her entire family was counting on her. Meemaw, mama, dad, and the triplets. To say nothing of her mess of cousins and aunts and uncles--thirty six and counting. Family gatherings sure were noisy when they all came together for a barn raising.
One war had turned into two. And by all means, Nephenee should be battle-hardened. She was still as shy as a Morning Glory at midnight, and soft-spoken because people teased her about her accent. But she knew her way around a battlefield about as well as she knew the hay field now.
Except, she kept running into a block of sorts.
It'd go like this.
Heather would toss her gold blond locks in a sassy gesture. Because she was dynamic. It wasn't enough to steal from the enemy, then steal their life. She had to strike a pose, and have the last word.
And watching her curvy body like that, poised and posed made Nephenee's brain just slow and stop.
Come again? What was it? War? Battle? There was nothing but girl. Pretty Girl.
Until the main thought she had was guh. girl? pretty? giiirl. pretty.
Good thing she still had her helmet on straight at least.
Though, that was about the only thing straight on her at this point.
*
The training dummies were a wreck. She hadn't even left much for the rest. Nephenee panted as she clutched the spear.
If only she could push through this...whatever it was.
She knew this was hopeless. Heather was real pretty. And charming. And probably not the type to want to settle down with a country gal like herself.
(Though considering they hadn't even exchanged feelings, it was a little early to be thinking marriage.)
Plus, there was no room for romance right now, with the war and all. Getting all distracted like on the battlefield was a bad move. She was just lucky that she hadn't gotten an arrow to the eye at this point.
"What a nice display."
Her voice was about as smooth and sweet as honey. Nephenee could listen to her all day long, just speaking idle things, just to hear her talk.
Heather leaned in the stone doorway. She ran her hands through her long blond hair, and gave Nephenee a sultry smile.
"If those training dummies were actually the Daein army, the whole war would be over by now."
"U-Um...thanks."
Her brain was full of daises and how petty Heather's hair was. How could one gal be so pretty that it made her entire sense leap out the window, and then run down to play in the pasture?
At least it wasn't on the battlefield this time.
Sure would be nice if her good sense would come back. She was pretty sure she needed it. Because even if Heather was pretty, it didn't mean nothing.
Her cheeks were hot. Hell, she was hot all over, and not just from the training. Heather made her blush harder than anyone ever had, and she could do it just by saying hi.
"I-I need to go wash up. I'm sure I stink somethin' fierce. I helped muck out the stalls for the cavaliers before this, so..."
She rushed out with an apology. It'd be just heartbreaking if Heather came to talk to her and she stunk. Like barfing on your crush's boots level of embarrassing.
"Um, thanks for the kind words!"
Nephenee all but ran to the bathing rooms.
When she got there, Nephenee sunk deep into the water, and sighed. She let water soothe her aches.
She should've just gone and dunked herself in a lake. Maybe the cold would put some sense into her. Though right about now, it seemed like nothing much could put any sense into her at all. Not if Heather was anywhere around.
*
Heather tended to stay close one the battlefield.
Well, Nephenee excused it away. She was a thief. Thieves had to slip on through the lines Nephenee would cut through the enemy with her spear. It was just like that.
Then Heather looked at her through her lashes, like she was a hero.
"Y-You okay there, Heather?"
"Of course. I feel safe around someone as strong as you," Heather said.
An arrow whizzed by her. Thankfully her armor was enough to deal with it, because focus? What was that?
Come again?
Her brain was like sugar mush right now.
"I-I'll protect you," Nephenee said.
*
"You okay there, Nephenee? You seem awful distracted as of late," Brom said.
He was in full worried poppa mode. Nephenee had a pang of guilt. He already worried about his family so much. The last thing she wanted was for him to worry about her, too.
"O-Oh, um, I just..."
Her brain was blank. The only explanation was Girl pretty. Kiss girl? Kiss Heather?
Not exactly a good excuse, or even coherent. Especially for her less than stellar time on the battlefield lately.
"N-Nothin'!"
Brom looked concerned. "Are you worried about you family there?"
Sure, she got worried sometimes. She'd look out for those letters and hope everything went well.
But, that made her just fight harder.
"Y-Yeah, a little."
"I know it's hard sometimes, but you just gotta push through it. Can't let yourself get distracted on the battlefield, ya hear?"
She nodded, and felt even more guilty. Everyone's life was on the line. She had to get her head on right.
*
"Brom said you weren't feeling well, so I got you something nice."
Heather's voice was sultry in the way which made her mind fuzzy.
She had a basket of fruit in hand. And some kind of sweets in between them. Knowing Heather, she either got them outright from some guy, or fleeced some man for it.
At least there wouldn't be any evidence by the time they were done.
How Brom got 'she felt sick' out of their last talk was beyond her. The only kind of sickness Nephenee had was lovesickness.
"T-Thanks. That's real nice of you, Heather."
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
Heather came closer. Nephenee found herself awful distracted by the sway of those curvy hips.
"Just say the words. I'll do anything in my power."
Your lips on mine. Right here.
"U-Um, you already did lots. Thanks a bunch."
"Really?" Heather said. She had just a little bit of disappointment in her voice. She came a little closer and reached out to take a bit of Heather's hair in her hand.
"Nothing at all?"
Her brain was about as useful as a horseshoe in a swimming pool.
"Youcouldkissme."
"I never thought you'd ask."
"D-Did I say that out loud? Dang it!"
Heather laughed. "Absolutely."
Heather brushed her hair out of her face, and held Nephenee's face gently.
It was like magic, or at least the way she thought magic must feel. The way those mages could summon up flames and thunder, that was the way it felt down under her skin when Heather leaned in and pressed those soft lips against her.
She smelled good--how could she smell like this? Like she'd kept flowers in her shirt, at all the pulse points. Nephenee about smelled like she'd been mucking out stalls a lot of times.
"Am I your first kiss?"
"Naw, I got kissed when I was about twelve, then fifteen by boys. None of them were too interestin'. First girl, though."
And none of them made her feel like Heather did. Like she was alive all over. The blood was rushing all through her.
Heather smiled enigmatically. "Was I the one who made you realize you like girls?"
"Maybe it shouldn't be so surprisin', considerin' how eager I was to go off to war instead of accept Otto's invitation to the next dance," Nephenee said.
Heather laughed. "Truly, you're a lady after my own heart."
Where did they go from here? No idea. There was still a war to fight, and Heather probably wasn't the marrying sort. Those were problems for another day.
But, Nephenee was dang sure of one thing. She sure as heck liked girls.
