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Title: That Voodoo That You Do
Series: FE10
Character/Pairing: Ike/Soren
Summary: Wherein Ike fights dirty and Soren always has a plan.
Rating: PG-13, quite.
Word Count: 624
A/N: current!52_flavours, 22 ) Charisma: a form of voodoo. Title actually appears in a number of lyrics, interestingly enough. (Everything from Salt ‘n Pepper to Ella Fitzgerald)
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It was their sixth month at home, and things had long settled to normalcy. After such a long, concentrated effort of war, mundane tasks such as finding cattle were both refreshing and a strange juxtaposition. Nightfall was near to the fortress of Greil’s Mercenaries, their once and former home where they had come to rest.. As he read off the last of the report, Soren lighted the candlewicks before the letters disappeared into the darkness.
“So have we finished here?” Ike said.
“Hmm. The Bilson group wanted our help. They’re reasonably well off and it would be useful to have them in our debt.”
“You’ve always got a plan, Soren,” Ike chuckled.
“Of course,” Soren said.
Ike yawned and ran his fingers through his hair. “We can meet them in the morning. It’s far too late now.”
“Go to bed. I’ll finish everything here and add it to the morning reports. You look tired.”
“I am a little tired,” Ike admitted.
Soren waved him off and returned to his work. He straightened the papers. He filed them, methodically placing them into their leather case they were made of gold, and not mere paper that could easily be rewritten. When Soren had finished with this task, he pulled out the ledger to begin taking stock. He mentally checked off the Nightly Report from his mind. However, Ike remained, still standing as if he needed Soren’s leave to return to his quarters.
“Was there something else you needed?” Soren said.
“Come to bed,” Ike said.
Soren shook his head. “I still have work to do.”
It was entirely the wrong answer. Ike started his offensive. First he undid the catch of the red cloak that hung about his shoulders, then he undid the buckle on his belt. The belt hung there, loose at his hips as he began to undo the straps of his shoulder guard.
“There’s the Bilson meeting in the morning I have to prepare for,” Soren said, but his voice was shakier, “And the regular ledger entries to finish, and the restocking of the kitchen—”
“It can wait,” Ike said.
The shoulder guard was removed and placed on the floor. Now, Ike made short work of his leather armor and pulled the blue tunic over his head. Ike’s muscles glistened in the candlelight.
Soren attempted to focus on the papers, but his eyes kept straying up. His campaign of defense via ignoring was failing miserably. Both Ike and he knew that this was a battle he was not about to win.
Ike’s hands were at his trousers and he had already begun to pull them down, but his progress was painfully slow. Soren’s eyes flitted back to where Ike’s hands were. A trail of blue hair showed at his abdomen, leading down lower.
Soren took a long, shaky breath. He set aside his quill.
“Lock the door,” Soren said, his voice throaty and horse, “I’ll help you with the rest.”
Upon returning to their fortress, one of the first things Soren had done was have a cot installed in his office. This had been before he and Ike had found their feelings for each other, and the original purpose was so Soren could get more work done – but the thought of this, this was still there, deep before they even were more than a hopeless ache at the back of Soren’s throat.
Soren always had a plan.
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Title: Darling, We’ll Be An Army Of Two
Series: FE10
Character/Pairing: Edward/Leonardo.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 820
A/N:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
comment_fic:Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn, Leonardo/Edward, "We're on a mission from God." (The Blues Brothers) / old!52_flavours,42. Darling, we'll be an army of two |
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Edward had gotten good at dodging lately, which was good considering it meant that much less time being nagged at by Leo for not being careful. It’d been ages since he’d come back with more than a few scratches that he could discreetly have Laura heal before Leo found out. However, this battle, Edward got a bit reckless. He had misjudged the Trueblade before him, who’d been a little faster and had a lot heavier blade than he’d thought. It’d still been a great match, a meeting of swords. The clash had been exciting, even if as luck would have it, he got slashed twice in the chest before he could return the attack. There was a thick swash of bloody gashes over his torso, and his shirt was torn to shreds.
But Edward had the last blow, and he’d won in the end. Still, it wasn’t without taking a serious hit.
Laura and Micaiah were on the other side of the plateau, as they’d done the safer thing of staying together in a huddled mass behind Aran, Nolan and Sothe. He could practically hear Leo’s voice lecturing him in his head. How many times have I told you to be careful and not go too far where there’s no backup?!.
He’d just used his last vulnerary yesterday, too. So that’s what he’d gone to the supplies case for and not remembered.
The thing was, the Trueblade wasn’t alone. There was a platoon of Halberdiers and Sentinels right close behind where he hadn’t seen within just a bit of walking distance. He hadn’t seen them when he’d followed up this path. He’d just seen another sword user and had thought to test his blade against someone who’d really give a challenge.
Edward had stared down death more than once. Still, that didn’t mean he could just throw his life away. Then Leo would never let him hear the end of it. Leo would probably spend every day at his grave nagging at him. He’d never get any peace that way.
The battalion was far enough that he could reach at least one or two of the group before he was swarmed. With that, he had little choice but to climb down and take whatever scolding he’d get.
Edward began his descent. He gasped in pain as he stepped down, each step causing his wounds to ache. A bit further down the ridge, he saw sun glinting on gold. Leonardo was there at a midpoint, as if waiting for him – or trying to find him. When Leonardo caught sight of him, his eyes instantly narrowed.
Uh oh. He was in for it this time.
But instead of saying anything, Leonardo just pursed his lips and pulled something blue out of his satchel. He got up close and put his hands on Edward’s ripped up chest.
“Hold still,” he said.
Even with the brigade of Halberdiers and Sentinels just about just to burst through on them, Leo spread some kind of sweet-smelling white stuff on his chest. It was like a current of energy and light went through him. It was heavenly.
“What was that? It feels great!”
“An Elixer. I bought it at the last town we visited.”
“Wait, aren’t those really expensive?”
“I saved for some time. It’s worth it to keep you around when you’re determined to throw your life away. Speaking of which– How many times have I told you to be careful, Edward?! We need you here – I need you here. You can’t simply go on a one-man charge against half the enemies in the area!”
"We're on a mission from God! Or something like that! We can’t lose with Micaiah on our side!”
“You’re all I’ve got, Edward,” Leonardo said.
“But you’ve got Micaiah and Nolan and Sothe, they’ll back you up when I’m busy.”
“That’s not what I mean. They’re not the same. So stop being stupid and trying to get yourself killed–”
“Aww, Leo. You make it sound like I’m going into battle without a sword. I’m doing my fair share here, too! And with you backing me up, we’ll be unbeatable.”
The Halberdiers and Sentinels were finally spilling over the ridge and right on their way.
Leonardo drew his bow. “They’re coming.”
Edward knew death wouldn’t come anywhere near them today. With someone like Leo around, Edward didn’t have a single worry that they’d lose. They’d been together since almost as far as he could remember and that’s how it’d continue to be up until this war was done and won and they were back home together. That’d how it’d always be.
Series: FE10
Character/Pairing: Ike/Soren
Summary: Wherein Ike fights dirty and Soren always has a plan.
Rating: PG-13, quite.
Word Count: 624
A/N: current!52_flavours, 22 ) Charisma: a form of voodoo. Title actually appears in a number of lyrics, interestingly enough. (Everything from Salt ‘n Pepper to Ella Fitzgerald)
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It was their sixth month at home, and things had long settled to normalcy. After such a long, concentrated effort of war, mundane tasks such as finding cattle were both refreshing and a strange juxtaposition. Nightfall was near to the fortress of Greil’s Mercenaries, their once and former home where they had come to rest.. As he read off the last of the report, Soren lighted the candlewicks before the letters disappeared into the darkness.
“So have we finished here?” Ike said.
“Hmm. The Bilson group wanted our help. They’re reasonably well off and it would be useful to have them in our debt.”
“You’ve always got a plan, Soren,” Ike chuckled.
“Of course,” Soren said.
Ike yawned and ran his fingers through his hair. “We can meet them in the morning. It’s far too late now.”
“Go to bed. I’ll finish everything here and add it to the morning reports. You look tired.”
“I am a little tired,” Ike admitted.
Soren waved him off and returned to his work. He straightened the papers. He filed them, methodically placing them into their leather case they were made of gold, and not mere paper that could easily be rewritten. When Soren had finished with this task, he pulled out the ledger to begin taking stock. He mentally checked off the Nightly Report from his mind. However, Ike remained, still standing as if he needed Soren’s leave to return to his quarters.
“Was there something else you needed?” Soren said.
“Come to bed,” Ike said.
Soren shook his head. “I still have work to do.”
It was entirely the wrong answer. Ike started his offensive. First he undid the catch of the red cloak that hung about his shoulders, then he undid the buckle on his belt. The belt hung there, loose at his hips as he began to undo the straps of his shoulder guard.
“There’s the Bilson meeting in the morning I have to prepare for,” Soren said, but his voice was shakier, “And the regular ledger entries to finish, and the restocking of the kitchen—”
“It can wait,” Ike said.
The shoulder guard was removed and placed on the floor. Now, Ike made short work of his leather armor and pulled the blue tunic over his head. Ike’s muscles glistened in the candlelight.
Soren attempted to focus on the papers, but his eyes kept straying up. His campaign of defense via ignoring was failing miserably. Both Ike and he knew that this was a battle he was not about to win.
Ike’s hands were at his trousers and he had already begun to pull them down, but his progress was painfully slow. Soren’s eyes flitted back to where Ike’s hands were. A trail of blue hair showed at his abdomen, leading down lower.
Soren took a long, shaky breath. He set aside his quill.
“Lock the door,” Soren said, his voice throaty and horse, “I’ll help you with the rest.”
Upon returning to their fortress, one of the first things Soren had done was have a cot installed in his office. This had been before he and Ike had found their feelings for each other, and the original purpose was so Soren could get more work done – but the thought of this, this was still there, deep before they even were more than a hopeless ache at the back of Soren’s throat.
Soren always had a plan.
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Title: Darling, We’ll Be An Army Of Two
Series: FE10
Character/Pairing: Edward/Leonardo.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 820
A/N:
comment_fic:Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn, Leonardo/Edward, "We're on a mission from God." (The Blues Brothers) / old!52_flavours,42. Darling, we'll be an army of two | .
Edward had gotten good at dodging lately, which was good considering it meant that much less time being nagged at by Leo for not being careful. It’d been ages since he’d come back with more than a few scratches that he could discreetly have Laura heal before Leo found out. However, this battle, Edward got a bit reckless. He had misjudged the Trueblade before him, who’d been a little faster and had a lot heavier blade than he’d thought. It’d still been a great match, a meeting of swords. The clash had been exciting, even if as luck would have it, he got slashed twice in the chest before he could return the attack. There was a thick swash of bloody gashes over his torso, and his shirt was torn to shreds.
But Edward had the last blow, and he’d won in the end. Still, it wasn’t without taking a serious hit.
Laura and Micaiah were on the other side of the plateau, as they’d done the safer thing of staying together in a huddled mass behind Aran, Nolan and Sothe. He could practically hear Leo’s voice lecturing him in his head. How many times have I told you to be careful and not go too far where there’s no backup?!.
He’d just used his last vulnerary yesterday, too. So that’s what he’d gone to the supplies case for and not remembered.
The thing was, the Trueblade wasn’t alone. There was a platoon of Halberdiers and Sentinels right close behind where he hadn’t seen within just a bit of walking distance. He hadn’t seen them when he’d followed up this path. He’d just seen another sword user and had thought to test his blade against someone who’d really give a challenge.
Edward had stared down death more than once. Still, that didn’t mean he could just throw his life away. Then Leo would never let him hear the end of it. Leo would probably spend every day at his grave nagging at him. He’d never get any peace that way.
The battalion was far enough that he could reach at least one or two of the group before he was swarmed. With that, he had little choice but to climb down and take whatever scolding he’d get.
Edward began his descent. He gasped in pain as he stepped down, each step causing his wounds to ache. A bit further down the ridge, he saw sun glinting on gold. Leonardo was there at a midpoint, as if waiting for him – or trying to find him. When Leonardo caught sight of him, his eyes instantly narrowed.
Uh oh. He was in for it this time.
But instead of saying anything, Leonardo just pursed his lips and pulled something blue out of his satchel. He got up close and put his hands on Edward’s ripped up chest.
“Hold still,” he said.
Even with the brigade of Halberdiers and Sentinels just about just to burst through on them, Leo spread some kind of sweet-smelling white stuff on his chest. It was like a current of energy and light went through him. It was heavenly.
“What was that? It feels great!”
“An Elixer. I bought it at the last town we visited.”
“Wait, aren’t those really expensive?”
“I saved for some time. It’s worth it to keep you around when you’re determined to throw your life away. Speaking of which– How many times have I told you to be careful, Edward?! We need you here – I need you here. You can’t simply go on a one-man charge against half the enemies in the area!”
"We're on a mission from God! Or something like that! We can’t lose with Micaiah on our side!”
“You’re all I’ve got, Edward,” Leonardo said.
“But you’ve got Micaiah and Nolan and Sothe, they’ll back you up when I’m busy.”
“That’s not what I mean. They’re not the same. So stop being stupid and trying to get yourself killed–”
“Aww, Leo. You make it sound like I’m going into battle without a sword. I’m doing my fair share here, too! And with you backing me up, we’ll be unbeatable.”
The Halberdiers and Sentinels were finally spilling over the ridge and right on their way.
Leonardo drew his bow. “They’re coming.”
Edward knew death wouldn’t come anywhere near them today. With someone like Leo around, Edward didn’t have a single worry that they’d lose. They’d been together since almost as far as he could remember and that’s how it’d continue to be up until this war was done and won and they were back home together. That’d how it’d always be.
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