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Entry tags:
- fe10,
- fe7,
- fic,
- fire emblem,
- gen,
- hector/matthew
drabblets x duex
Pepper:
Matthew tasted spicy Hector x Matthew, for yaoi_chick’s birthday.
a/n: based somewhat on the supports.. Like, post-supports. I even got them in my latest playthrough~ by accident, actually. Anyways, it’s shorter than I would’ve liked, but making it longer would’ve meant you get it 3 years from now, because it turned into a 50,000 word epic without me meaning it to.
(Yeah, I think I’ve been spending too much time with the kink meme now XD sadly, it’s about as big as the a/n. wah.)
Matthew tasted spicy, an odd taste, unexpected, and yet a strange and pleasant feel on his lips.
It had simply happened, an act of god, file it away under natural disasters – floods, earthquakes, fires and accidentally kissing your underling while sparring, Hector couldn’t remember how it happened – a swing of the axe, miss, miss, then, an accidental graze. Red through the material of Matthew’s clothing, and then— After that it was just bending over Matthew to check on him. Hector was never one to ponder on numbers but this equation seemed not to fit somehow.
“Ah, young master – you see–” Matthew had the decency to look abashed, and looked both ways to check for potential witnesses. Luckily, there were none.
“You master,” Matthew began again. It was cut short when Hector’s lips came against his again.
“What— ?”
“I was curious.” Hector said gruffly.
“Uh, young master–”
“Don’t worry about it. Just stay by my side and you should be ok.”
“Also,” Hector threw a large tote, Matthew’s tote at his feet. “Carry your own damn pack.”
I tried.
originated from this comment written in about all of 10-15 minutes as a response, mild hints of BoydMist and Gatrie/someone-who-has-red-hair-and-is-probably-Shinion, but it's not really about that. PG-13 'cause. Uh, tiny mentions of postRD spoilers, but they're of the blink-and-you'll miss them variety.
Naesala couldn't help but think this was ridiculous, he, former king of Kilvas having waiting in line at the apothecary. Under the pharmacist's bitter gaze, grown men suddenly became thirteen, buying contraband with a false ID.
"U-um, hey Soren, the same type as always," Gatrie said, laughing nervously.
Soren glared at him. "There's no need to buy unnecessary products just to make others think you're attached."
Gatrie blushed beet red. "But- I have a girlfriend, really! H- she's got such long beautiful red hair!" Gatrie went into a reverie now, waxing poetic about his beautiful new red-haired girlfriend, how the sun and moon rose in her eyes and how each one of hi-- her slaps felt like angel's kisses.
Soren stared on at this, his face blank, but Naesala could see just how tightly the mage's jaw was clenched.
"I see," Soren finally said, and went to rustle behind the counter. He came back with a bottle of liquid.
Next was Boyd, who was definitely sweating.
"Yeah, uh, Oscar asked me to get this for him -- for his friend, who, uh, needed it and--"
Soren's gaze was brutal, and Boyd seemed to shrink under it.
"...does Ike know that you've proceeded to this stage with his sister?"
"I-It's not like that! I told you it's for a friend--a friend of Oscar's--!"
"Regardless, I will be informing him of this as soon as he returns."
Boyd gulped and nodded meekly, handing over the money almost guiltily, and slinking out with the bottle in hand.
"The same, I suppose?" Soren said coldly, turning to Naesala.
Naesala smirked right back at him. "Yes, but in extra large."
It seemed to take forever to come back with the bottle, one so large that Soren even strained to carry it, he grunted and lifted it to the counter, taking a moment to catch his breath before naming the price.
Naesala smiled at the sight of this, a bottle that size meant he wouldn't have to come back for at least a week.
"You know.." Naesala said as he took the prescription, leaving the gold on the counter-- "You should try getting laid sometime. It would do wonders for your temperament."
It was to the mage's testament that Naesala felt a spiral of wind just miss him as he flew out the door.
*wanders off to finish FE!kinkmeme stuff / Ammy's birthday / other birthday stuff*
Matthew tasted spicy Hector x Matthew, for yaoi_chick’s birthday.
a/n: based somewhat on the supports.. Like, post-supports. I even got them in my latest playthrough~ by accident, actually. Anyways, it’s shorter than I would’ve liked, but making it longer would’ve meant you get it 3 years from now, because it turned into a 50,000 word epic without me meaning it to.
(Yeah, I think I’ve been spending too much time with the kink meme now XD sadly, it’s about as big as the a/n. wah.)
Matthew tasted spicy, an odd taste, unexpected, and yet a strange and pleasant feel on his lips.
It had simply happened, an act of god, file it away under natural disasters – floods, earthquakes, fires and accidentally kissing your underling while sparring, Hector couldn’t remember how it happened – a swing of the axe, miss, miss, then, an accidental graze. Red through the material of Matthew’s clothing, and then— After that it was just bending over Matthew to check on him. Hector was never one to ponder on numbers but this equation seemed not to fit somehow.
“Ah, young master – you see–” Matthew had the decency to look abashed, and looked both ways to check for potential witnesses. Luckily, there were none.
“You master,” Matthew began again. It was cut short when Hector’s lips came against his again.
“What— ?”
“I was curious.” Hector said gruffly.
“Uh, young master–”
“Don’t worry about it. Just stay by my side and you should be ok.”
“Also,” Hector threw a large tote, Matthew’s tote at his feet. “Carry your own damn pack.”
I tried.
originated from this comment written in about all of 10-15 minutes as a response, mild hints of BoydMist and Gatrie/someone-who-has-red-hair-and-is-probably-Shinion, but it's not really about that. PG-13 'cause. Uh, tiny mentions of postRD spoilers, but they're of the blink-and-you'll miss them variety.
Naesala couldn't help but think this was ridiculous, he, former king of Kilvas having waiting in line at the apothecary. Under the pharmacist's bitter gaze, grown men suddenly became thirteen, buying contraband with a false ID.
"U-um, hey Soren, the same type as always," Gatrie said, laughing nervously.
Soren glared at him. "There's no need to buy unnecessary products just to make others think you're attached."
Gatrie blushed beet red. "But- I have a girlfriend, really! H- she's got such long beautiful red hair!" Gatrie went into a reverie now, waxing poetic about his beautiful new red-haired girlfriend, how the sun and moon rose in her eyes and how each one of hi-- her slaps felt like angel's kisses.
Soren stared on at this, his face blank, but Naesala could see just how tightly the mage's jaw was clenched.
"I see," Soren finally said, and went to rustle behind the counter. He came back with a bottle of liquid.
Next was Boyd, who was definitely sweating.
"Yeah, uh, Oscar asked me to get this for him -- for his friend, who, uh, needed it and--"
Soren's gaze was brutal, and Boyd seemed to shrink under it.
"...does Ike know that you've proceeded to this stage with his sister?"
"I-It's not like that! I told you it's for a friend--a friend of Oscar's--!"
"Regardless, I will be informing him of this as soon as he returns."
Boyd gulped and nodded meekly, handing over the money almost guiltily, and slinking out with the bottle in hand.
"The same, I suppose?" Soren said coldly, turning to Naesala.
Naesala smirked right back at him. "Yes, but in extra large."
It seemed to take forever to come back with the bottle, one so large that Soren even strained to carry it, he grunted and lifted it to the counter, taking a moment to catch his breath before naming the price.
Naesala smiled at the sight of this, a bottle that size meant he wouldn't have to come back for at least a week.
"You know.." Naesala said as he took the prescription, leaving the gold on the counter-- "You should try getting laid sometime. It would do wonders for your temperament."
It was to the mage's testament that Naesala felt a spiral of wind just miss him as he flew out the door.
*wanders off to finish FE!kinkmeme stuff / Ammy's birthday / other birthday stuff*