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tacticianFandom: Fire Emblem 9/10 (Path of Radiance / Radiant Dawn)
Genre: Fluff
Characters: Ike, Ranulf
Warnings: Done for the FE Kink Meme. Prompt was Ranulf/Ike and "neck fetish".
Apparently, it was a feline thing.
"I don't know," said Ranulf, ducking out from under Ike's chin for a moment to contemplate the question. Ike was almost immediately sorry he even asked. "It's...well, it's sort of an archaic thing, but traditionally it was a sign of submission," said the cat, corners of his mouth stretching into a Cheshire grin, hovering above Ike with his hands pinning the beorc's shoulders to the ground and looking like he had just caught an entire nest of canaries.
"A wh-nggh," said Ike, tilting his head up to accommodate the teeth and tongue dragging down the column of his throat, feeling Ranulf already loosening his collar to bare the junction of neck and shoulder. There was the brief sensation of sharp fangs pressing lightly into the muscle there, deep enough to leave an imprint but not forceful enough to break skin. Ike groaned, because though he didn't understand it, the feeling of being marked was surprisingly arousing.
Ranulf swiped his tongue around the area, almost as if in apology. "An act of submission," he repeated for Ike's benefit, or it might have been for his own, because it brought him up close enough to breathe the words across the other's lips. Ike tried to speak again, and was similarly silenced by an open-mouthed kiss. "It means," he clarified, canting his head sideways to mouth the words against the underside of Ike's jaw, "That you belong to me, technically."
Ike couldn't see it, but he could definitely feel it when Ranulf nipped at where the pulse beat strongest in his neck, and it sent an involuntary shudder down his frame, one that Ranulf seemed to notice, because the cat was chuckling to himself. "Ease up for a second," Ike said, half-breathless even though his mouth hadn't been occupied. Ranulf slipped his hands to the floor instead, easing the weight from Ike's shoulders, and Ike lay still for just a second.
Then he moved.
Using one elbow to prop himself up, Ike lunged forward suddenly enough that Ranulf didn't even have time to reel back - not that he could've, not with Ike's other hand curved around his nape, roughly pushing down the fabric from his neck. Ranulf bared his teeth instinctively at the feel of someone else's teeth against throat, but before he could even react, it was gone, a curved row of teeth-shaped marks left in its wake. It was so different, a blunt arch of indentations instead of the piercings left behind by a laguz's fangs.
"Okay," nodded Ike, looking very satisfied with himself. "Now we're even."
Fandom: Fire Emblem 10 (Radiant Dawn)
Genre: Romance
Characters: Ike, Ranulf
Warnings: Done for the FE Kink Meme. Prompt was Ike/Ranulf and the process of getting them together. Spoilers for the FE10 Ike-Ranulf A-support ending.
They're friends, but even so, Ranulf is of the opinion that Ike had never actually thought that he wouldn't be making this journey alone. Every time Ike looks back, there's this barely noticeable instant of surprise and uncertainty, as if he didn't expect to turn and see Ranulf there, even though it's been months by now. Once, at the very beginning, Ike asked, "Why did you follow?"
Ranulf had said, "Why did you leave?" It was the most awkward conversation they've had since. The fact of the matter is that nobody really knows, least of all themselves. The reason lays somewhere on the road ahead, but until they find it, there is nothing left to do but pass day by day, and each morning Ike wakes up and sees Ranulf curled up somewhere nearby, and that moment of surprise crosses his face again.
Time passes easily. Ranulf talks enough for both of them, but Ike doesn't find conversation as difficult as it seemed, and they walk and chatter about the most trivial things, like catnaps and beorc and laguz traditions alike, about histories and themselves and where they've been, where they'd like to go.
Although beorc-laguz relationships are growing ever smoother, Ranulf never takes off his cloak during the day, and sometimes he doesn't enter towns altogether, waiting at the outskirts of the city and wondering when (if) Ike will show, which of these towns will be the one that Ike decides to settle in, because wanderlust is not a permanent thing, and every time they see someone who looks like someone they know, it becomes weaker.
One day, Ike will tell him that he wants to stop, find someone and live out the rest of his peaceful days. Until then, Ranulf waits by the outskirts of the village until Ike calls out to him and tells him it's time to go. At night, they set up camp where it is most convenient, or if they are lucky enough, they find an inn.
Ranulf, Ike notices, sleeps on his stomach, just like a cat, and never notices him doing anything special with his tail. When Ike approaches him about the supposed laguz secret concerning sleep and tails, Ranulf stares at him for a second, uncomprehending, before breaking out into loud laughter.
Ike doesn't get his answer, not to that question at least, but after about a year, around the same time that those looks of surprise disappear, they're sitting on the ground around a hastily made fire, and he says, "I left because I needed to get away, from the fighting, and the politics." There is politics in being just Ike back there, because it's not 'just Ike', it's Ike, Leader of the Greil Mercenaries, who helped liberate Crimea and two wars, the Legendary Hero.
Ranulf says, "Oh," very softly, and Ike, in a rare moment of enlightenment, realizes that Ranulf doesn't have his answer yet. "Have you found it yet?"
"Found what?" Ike blinks.
"Where you're going to 'get away'," says Ranulf.
"Oh," says Ike, but his forehead is wrinkling with the face of someone who obviously is not getting it. "Uh...aren't I already 'away'?" He is sure that they are pretty far from any town he knows by now. Unless they've been walking much slower than he thought. "Where are we? Do you have a map?"
Ranulf gives him that same look again, like he's trying to figure out if Ike is just joking or if he's just really that oblivious. "Ike," he says, "You're so dumb." Ike frowns, but there exists this thing called karma, and half a month later, he forces Ranulf to stop walking because the cat is visibly swaying on his feet, skin clammy to the touch. "You're so dumb," he echoes, dragging Ranulf into an inn. "I told you to come into the village with me. I don't know why you insisted on waiting outside."
Ranulf thinks he passed out at that moment, but apparently the high temperature had made him delirious, and sweet, glorious darkness is not as kind as he would've hoped. "You said," says Ike, slowly, trying to recall the exact semantics and drawing out each word like it's torture, "Something about how if you didn't wait, I wouldn't come out." Ranulf chokes on the water he's drinking, and it takes a few minutes of back-pounding and coughing for him to recover.
"I said what?!" he asks, and Ike laughs at the way he's turning red.
"But that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard," continues Ike. "Because why wouldn't I come out? We've still got a lot to see, and it's not like the food there was really great or anything." He gets that look again, but it's a little different this time, a balance between incredulity and something else. Ranulf gets to his feet, hooks a hand behind Ike's head and kisses him.
"I'm not that oblivious, Ranulf," Ike tells him later on, in another village, in another inn. It is raining soft autumn showers outside, and Ranulf can't really hear him because he's half asleep, curled on his side with Ike's hand in his hair. When Ike moves to return to his own bed, he finds himself fettered. Ranulf's tail is firmly wrapped around his right leg.
Fandom: Fire Emblem 8 (The Sacred Stones)
Genre: Smut
Characters: Ephraim, Innes
Warnings: Done for the FE Kink Meme. Prompt was Ephraim/Innes and snippy Innes + "I love you too."
All in all, this wasn't usually how their duels ended up. No, thought Innes, eyes widening incrementally as Ephraim bit off one of his gloves and threw it to the floor, this really wasn't. "What are you doing?" he hissed, trying to throw off the hand pinning his wrists to the ground above his head. It shouldn't have been too hard, but Ephraim did have the weight advantage (and also the knee-between-your-legs advantage.)
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Ephraim responded calmly, already using his free hand to undo the clasp around Innes' collar and belt - snap, snap, and boy, that was awfully fast. Ephraim's cape was already undone and discarded, pooling around his knees as he crawled over the other prince and, much to Innes' growing irritation, grinned, baring teeth and glittering intent in his eyes. "Can I kiss you?" asked Ephraim, and did so, even as Innes glared daggers and said, "N-"
"Why do you even bother asking?" snapped Innes, tearing his mouth away as soon as he could. Ephraim gave him an amused look, the sort that said he expected about as much. Innes had tried to bite him, and succeeded in nicking the skin on his bottom lip. He swiped his tongue across it and tasted a hint of iron.
"In case you say 'yes' one day," Ephraim replied easily, smooth enough that it was difficult to tell whether he was being serious or just trying to rile Innes up. Then his hands were opening up the front of Innes' tunic and running down his sides, calloused fingers pressing into the skin, strong enough to leave marks if he wanted to, soft enough to make Innes inhale sharply, to forget that he was free now and therefore at the liberty of throwing Ephraim off, technically.
"Hurry up and get this over with, you idiot," said Innes through gritted teeth, tugging Ephraim's belt free with surprising strength, even as Ephraim's fingers dipped under the waistline of his pants and nudged the fabric down, until he could press them both together in his fist, free of obstructions such as clothes and armor.
Innes stared, eyes half-lidded, at the face Ephraim made upon first contact of heated skin against heated skin, and wondered if the prince realized he was doing that - mouth dropping slightly open, eyes fluttering closed and brow wrinkling in concentration. Strange, thought Innes every time, to see Ephraim make a face so open and expressive when not in battle.
"Can I kiss you?" Ephraim asked, and instead of answering, Innes raised his chin to meet Ephraim's mouth instead, seeking and meeting the challenge there while Ephraim's hand curled around the both of them and Innes' hand curled around his. They moved in unison, sliding up and down at a pace that was fast and furious while they bucked into their combined grips and against each other. It was a winding tightness and an incredible heat that was a fight in it of itself, a test to see who would lose control first.
Today, it was Ephraim - Ephraim who had his face tucked against the side of Innes' neck and let out a barely audible growl against it that shook his entire frame as he came. Innes felt it, smiling to himself even at that small victory, and an instant later felt his own body tense and give under the pressure, tilting his head back and free hand threading into the hair on the back of Ephraim's head, stiffening into a fist that must've been uncomfortable if not painful.
Despite the fact that it was his loss today, Ephraim laughed against Innes' throat, breathless enough that it came out as barely a chuckle. "Can I kiss you?" he asked, still coaxing a few more delicate strokes between them, like a cushion for them to come down to from their high, a comfort more than anything else. It was a startlingly intimate gesture, gentler than Innes would've thought him capable of. Confusing, thought Innes, his own hands falling to the floor, palms up and exhausted. He didn't understand half the things Ephraim did, most of the time.
"No," he answered, staring at the ceiling, and the thing of teal in his periphery. Ephraim lifted his head and kissed him, chaste and undemanding. "You're so annoying," Innes scowled, "You never get the point, do you?"
Ephraim smirked down at him, already lifting himself off of Innes as not to squish the other prince. He hovered over Innes for a moment, pulling a strand of hair free from where it had been matted against Innes' forehead. Do you?, he thought, but didn't say. "Love you too," he said instead, rolling off of Innes with a grin. He landed on his back right beside the other prince, staring up at the chandelier, and vaguely registered their hands brushing up against each other, though whether he had moved, or Innes had, or their fingers had simply fallen that way, was difficult to tell.
Genre: Fluff
Characters: Ike, Ranulf
Warnings: Done for the FE Kink Meme. Prompt was Ranulf/Ike and "neck fetish".
Apparently, it was a feline thing.
"I don't know," said Ranulf, ducking out from under Ike's chin for a moment to contemplate the question. Ike was almost immediately sorry he even asked. "It's...well, it's sort of an archaic thing, but traditionally it was a sign of submission," said the cat, corners of his mouth stretching into a Cheshire grin, hovering above Ike with his hands pinning the beorc's shoulders to the ground and looking like he had just caught an entire nest of canaries.
"A wh-nggh," said Ike, tilting his head up to accommodate the teeth and tongue dragging down the column of his throat, feeling Ranulf already loosening his collar to bare the junction of neck and shoulder. There was the brief sensation of sharp fangs pressing lightly into the muscle there, deep enough to leave an imprint but not forceful enough to break skin. Ike groaned, because though he didn't understand it, the feeling of being marked was surprisingly arousing.
Ranulf swiped his tongue around the area, almost as if in apology. "An act of submission," he repeated for Ike's benefit, or it might have been for his own, because it brought him up close enough to breathe the words across the other's lips. Ike tried to speak again, and was similarly silenced by an open-mouthed kiss. "It means," he clarified, canting his head sideways to mouth the words against the underside of Ike's jaw, "That you belong to me, technically."
Ike couldn't see it, but he could definitely feel it when Ranulf nipped at where the pulse beat strongest in his neck, and it sent an involuntary shudder down his frame, one that Ranulf seemed to notice, because the cat was chuckling to himself. "Ease up for a second," Ike said, half-breathless even though his mouth hadn't been occupied. Ranulf slipped his hands to the floor instead, easing the weight from Ike's shoulders, and Ike lay still for just a second.
Then he moved.
Using one elbow to prop himself up, Ike lunged forward suddenly enough that Ranulf didn't even have time to reel back - not that he could've, not with Ike's other hand curved around his nape, roughly pushing down the fabric from his neck. Ranulf bared his teeth instinctively at the feel of someone else's teeth against throat, but before he could even react, it was gone, a curved row of teeth-shaped marks left in its wake. It was so different, a blunt arch of indentations instead of the piercings left behind by a laguz's fangs.
"Okay," nodded Ike, looking very satisfied with himself. "Now we're even."
Fandom: Fire Emblem 10 (Radiant Dawn)
Genre: Romance
Characters: Ike, Ranulf
Warnings: Done for the FE Kink Meme. Prompt was Ike/Ranulf and the process of getting them together. Spoilers for the FE10 Ike-Ranulf A-support ending.
They're friends, but even so, Ranulf is of the opinion that Ike had never actually thought that he wouldn't be making this journey alone. Every time Ike looks back, there's this barely noticeable instant of surprise and uncertainty, as if he didn't expect to turn and see Ranulf there, even though it's been months by now. Once, at the very beginning, Ike asked, "Why did you follow?"
Ranulf had said, "Why did you leave?" It was the most awkward conversation they've had since. The fact of the matter is that nobody really knows, least of all themselves. The reason lays somewhere on the road ahead, but until they find it, there is nothing left to do but pass day by day, and each morning Ike wakes up and sees Ranulf curled up somewhere nearby, and that moment of surprise crosses his face again.
Time passes easily. Ranulf talks enough for both of them, but Ike doesn't find conversation as difficult as it seemed, and they walk and chatter about the most trivial things, like catnaps and beorc and laguz traditions alike, about histories and themselves and where they've been, where they'd like to go.
Although beorc-laguz relationships are growing ever smoother, Ranulf never takes off his cloak during the day, and sometimes he doesn't enter towns altogether, waiting at the outskirts of the city and wondering when (if) Ike will show, which of these towns will be the one that Ike decides to settle in, because wanderlust is not a permanent thing, and every time they see someone who looks like someone they know, it becomes weaker.
One day, Ike will tell him that he wants to stop, find someone and live out the rest of his peaceful days. Until then, Ranulf waits by the outskirts of the village until Ike calls out to him and tells him it's time to go. At night, they set up camp where it is most convenient, or if they are lucky enough, they find an inn.
Ranulf, Ike notices, sleeps on his stomach, just like a cat, and never notices him doing anything special with his tail. When Ike approaches him about the supposed laguz secret concerning sleep and tails, Ranulf stares at him for a second, uncomprehending, before breaking out into loud laughter.
Ike doesn't get his answer, not to that question at least, but after about a year, around the same time that those looks of surprise disappear, they're sitting on the ground around a hastily made fire, and he says, "I left because I needed to get away, from the fighting, and the politics." There is politics in being just Ike back there, because it's not 'just Ike', it's Ike, Leader of the Greil Mercenaries, who helped liberate Crimea and two wars, the Legendary Hero.
Ranulf says, "Oh," very softly, and Ike, in a rare moment of enlightenment, realizes that Ranulf doesn't have his answer yet. "Have you found it yet?"
"Found what?" Ike blinks.
"Where you're going to 'get away'," says Ranulf.
"Oh," says Ike, but his forehead is wrinkling with the face of someone who obviously is not getting it. "Uh...aren't I already 'away'?" He is sure that they are pretty far from any town he knows by now. Unless they've been walking much slower than he thought. "Where are we? Do you have a map?"
Ranulf gives him that same look again, like he's trying to figure out if Ike is just joking or if he's just really that oblivious. "Ike," he says, "You're so dumb." Ike frowns, but there exists this thing called karma, and half a month later, he forces Ranulf to stop walking because the cat is visibly swaying on his feet, skin clammy to the touch. "You're so dumb," he echoes, dragging Ranulf into an inn. "I told you to come into the village with me. I don't know why you insisted on waiting outside."
Ranulf thinks he passed out at that moment, but apparently the high temperature had made him delirious, and sweet, glorious darkness is not as kind as he would've hoped. "You said," says Ike, slowly, trying to recall the exact semantics and drawing out each word like it's torture, "Something about how if you didn't wait, I wouldn't come out." Ranulf chokes on the water he's drinking, and it takes a few minutes of back-pounding and coughing for him to recover.
"I said what?!" he asks, and Ike laughs at the way he's turning red.
"But that's the stupidest thing I've ever heard," continues Ike. "Because why wouldn't I come out? We've still got a lot to see, and it's not like the food there was really great or anything." He gets that look again, but it's a little different this time, a balance between incredulity and something else. Ranulf gets to his feet, hooks a hand behind Ike's head and kisses him.
"I'm not that oblivious, Ranulf," Ike tells him later on, in another village, in another inn. It is raining soft autumn showers outside, and Ranulf can't really hear him because he's half asleep, curled on his side with Ike's hand in his hair. When Ike moves to return to his own bed, he finds himself fettered. Ranulf's tail is firmly wrapped around his right leg.
Fandom: Fire Emblem 8 (The Sacred Stones)
Genre: Smut
Characters: Ephraim, Innes
Warnings: Done for the FE Kink Meme. Prompt was Ephraim/Innes and snippy Innes + "I love you too."
All in all, this wasn't usually how their duels ended up. No, thought Innes, eyes widening incrementally as Ephraim bit off one of his gloves and threw it to the floor, this really wasn't. "What are you doing?" he hissed, trying to throw off the hand pinning his wrists to the ground above his head. It shouldn't have been too hard, but Ephraim did have the weight advantage (and also the knee-between-your-legs advantage.)
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Ephraim responded calmly, already using his free hand to undo the clasp around Innes' collar and belt - snap, snap, and boy, that was awfully fast. Ephraim's cape was already undone and discarded, pooling around his knees as he crawled over the other prince and, much to Innes' growing irritation, grinned, baring teeth and glittering intent in his eyes. "Can I kiss you?" asked Ephraim, and did so, even as Innes glared daggers and said, "N-"
"Why do you even bother asking?" snapped Innes, tearing his mouth away as soon as he could. Ephraim gave him an amused look, the sort that said he expected about as much. Innes had tried to bite him, and succeeded in nicking the skin on his bottom lip. He swiped his tongue across it and tasted a hint of iron.
"In case you say 'yes' one day," Ephraim replied easily, smooth enough that it was difficult to tell whether he was being serious or just trying to rile Innes up. Then his hands were opening up the front of Innes' tunic and running down his sides, calloused fingers pressing into the skin, strong enough to leave marks if he wanted to, soft enough to make Innes inhale sharply, to forget that he was free now and therefore at the liberty of throwing Ephraim off, technically.
"Hurry up and get this over with, you idiot," said Innes through gritted teeth, tugging Ephraim's belt free with surprising strength, even as Ephraim's fingers dipped under the waistline of his pants and nudged the fabric down, until he could press them both together in his fist, free of obstructions such as clothes and armor.
Innes stared, eyes half-lidded, at the face Ephraim made upon first contact of heated skin against heated skin, and wondered if the prince realized he was doing that - mouth dropping slightly open, eyes fluttering closed and brow wrinkling in concentration. Strange, thought Innes every time, to see Ephraim make a face so open and expressive when not in battle.
"Can I kiss you?" Ephraim asked, and instead of answering, Innes raised his chin to meet Ephraim's mouth instead, seeking and meeting the challenge there while Ephraim's hand curled around the both of them and Innes' hand curled around his. They moved in unison, sliding up and down at a pace that was fast and furious while they bucked into their combined grips and against each other. It was a winding tightness and an incredible heat that was a fight in it of itself, a test to see who would lose control first.
Today, it was Ephraim - Ephraim who had his face tucked against the side of Innes' neck and let out a barely audible growl against it that shook his entire frame as he came. Innes felt it, smiling to himself even at that small victory, and an instant later felt his own body tense and give under the pressure, tilting his head back and free hand threading into the hair on the back of Ephraim's head, stiffening into a fist that must've been uncomfortable if not painful.
Despite the fact that it was his loss today, Ephraim laughed against Innes' throat, breathless enough that it came out as barely a chuckle. "Can I kiss you?" he asked, still coaxing a few more delicate strokes between them, like a cushion for them to come down to from their high, a comfort more than anything else. It was a startlingly intimate gesture, gentler than Innes would've thought him capable of. Confusing, thought Innes, his own hands falling to the floor, palms up and exhausted. He didn't understand half the things Ephraim did, most of the time.
"No," he answered, staring at the ceiling, and the thing of teal in his periphery. Ephraim lifted his head and kissed him, chaste and undemanding. "You're so annoying," Innes scowled, "You never get the point, do you?"
Ephraim smirked down at him, already lifting himself off of Innes as not to squish the other prince. He hovered over Innes for a moment, pulling a strand of hair free from where it had been matted against Innes' forehead. Do you?, he thought, but didn't say. "Love you too," he said instead, rolling off of Innes with a grin. He landed on his back right beside the other prince, staring up at the chandelier, and vaguely registered their hands brushing up against each other, though whether he had moved, or Innes had, or their fingers had simply fallen that way, was difficult to tell.