a series of drabbles by Psychoswordlady
Fandom: Fire Emblem. Any game in the series can be used. (Since I know enough Fire Emblem to get an offer to help at EFED, you can be sure I'll know which characters you mean)
Pairings: There will be 20 total. Yaoi, yuri and het- nothing gets left out. As long as it's canon and not too incesty ;D (i.e., no OscarBoyd because they're brothers, but CeliceLeaf will be allowed because they're just cousins)
POV: All will be third person because I get too used to first person.
Rating: Will range from G to PG13, nothing hard.
NOTES: I got this idea last night about a series of drabbles on little stuff people would find attractive. Basically you take one theme and make a ficlet about it. This will contain yaoi, yuri and het, and you can suggest pairs or themes for it. (I can't guarantee I'll use your request, but I'll try my best. I'm a little picky with my pairs.)
With that, let's start this off with a nice yaoi. Nothing graphic, again, these are just light little drabbles.
Snap.
The Silver Knight of Renais pressed shut the final fastening on the saddlebag. He was a bit groggy, as it was six o'clock and he had been up most of the night before, and the gray fog diminishing his visibility didn't help. Fortunately, the day was free of plans, and he intended to practice his swordsmanship with the knights he commanded. Forde's technique had become slightly more lax with experience, and he thought it imperative to prod the lazy blond back into the proper form lest he set a bad example for his younger brother Franz. Franz was his prime student. After all, the boy was the son of the man who inspired Renais's greatest general to become a knight in the first place.
His sword slid out of its sheath with a metallic rasp, and he gave it a few practice swings at nothing in particular. While he whirled about like a dervish in the height of prayer, a flash of blue steel flew by his eyes, and he stumbled to a stop, cursing his dizziness. Balance reclaimed him and he stepped toward the source of the vision.
"Hey, Seth." Cormag was polishing his cerulean armor while sitting on a stump.
"Hello, Cormag," Seth said with a welcoming smile. "What brings you?"
"I was just wondering if I could have my good spear back. The silver one I lent you."
"Oh," the redhead replied. "Yes, I still have it, and like I promised it's in good condition." The spear that moments ago lay against an oak tree was now held firmly in the knight's gloved hand.
Cormag simply gave a "Thank you" as he took back his weapon. For a split second, his hand brushed against Seth's in the midst of the exchange.
The Silver Knight stopped. Cormag had such attractive hands. Muscular, but not too much so. The bones on the back of them rose up from the flesh like stone walls. His fingers were thick and solid and ended in gently curved squarish nails. The tips of his fingers and the palms of his hands were rough and callused from years of fieldwork and fighting. In that rough sort of way, they were beautiful.
The wyvern knight turned to leave, but met only with a crimson-haired obstacle. "Cormag, hold a moment."
Black leather gloves met tan callused palms and elevated them to the Silver Knight's lips. A quick kiss, and the Grado knight's hand was then released with a silent farewell.
Cormag stared at Seth, befuddled. "Did you just kiss me?"
Crimson eyes stared back softly. "Yes, I did."
The blond knight's cheeks rose with his warm smile at the interlacing of their fingers. "Seth, why don't we take a little walk?"
"Sounds good to me, Cormag."