*Edges into view* Hi guuuuys :D Eh heh... yeah, left this one a while. I told you I'd eventually get it written! Well, I had it written for a while, but nerves and other stuff stopped me posting for... well a lot longer than I'd figured! I mean hey, the year ended in 09 last time! Where'd all that go? Buuuut if there's anyone still out there, hopefully you'll read and enjoy the last installment of Rifis' Recruitment. I adore Ronan and Rifis myself - some of my faves in Thracia :D Hopefully I've done them justice - I love writing thieves especially so much. Also, thanks for the faves, alerts and reviews guys :)
Warning: Yeah, I doubt I need this if you got this far, but if you happen to have missed the first two chapters, and the summary... this story does contain spanking. All three of the chapters contain spanking. Don't like, don't read ^^
Disclaimer: As you are probably aware... I... I really don't own Fire Emblem :'( I know, shocking!
Evayle slipped silently after Ronan. She had to make sure Rifis wasn't hurt again.
"Hello kid," someone said, stepping out from behind a tree. Ronan backed away, tears still dripping down his face.
"Go away," he miserably hissed. "You got me in enough trouble."
Rifis stepped closer.
"What's wrong? Widdle Wonan get spanked?" he asked in his most patronising tone.
"Stay away from me," Ronan growled, angrily brushing away his tears. Rifis laughed and stepped closer.
"Listen, kid, child, baby, you oughta remember this lesson. No one gets me punished and gets away with it."
"I didn't do anything to you," Ronan protested. "Urgh, I wish I had shot you with that arrow. At least then I'd have been hurt for a reason."
"Heh, it was for a reason, I told you. Silly boy, haven't you learnt?" the thief asked. In one swift movement he grabbed Ronan's arm and twisted it painfully up his back.
"Ah! Let me go!" the archer cried, struggling to get free. He whimpered as it was twisted even further.
"Learn your lesson now. Don't mess with me."
"Or you'll step in front of another one of my arrows?" Ronan asked, through gritted teeth. Rifis grinned.
"Perhaps… although next time you might get kicked out that army, and then I can have no fun."
"…Fun?" Ronan repeated dubiously. Rifis shoved him away.
"You better get back to your tent. I'm sure you don't want to be caught being bad again," he teased. Ronan's fists clenched, and for a moment it looked like he'd give into temptation and hit the thief. Instead, he managed to ignore the jibe and stiffly walk away, rubbing his injured arm. Life really wasn't fair…
Evayle bit her lip, having heard everything. So in the end, Ronan had been telling the truth! But who would have believed him? The story had clearly been faked… No sane person would willingly walk onto an arrow… except perhaps a thief with a thirst for revenge and a crush on the only healer in the army. Damn! Rifis was smart, and he had proved that. Luckily, he was also big headed, and his gloating had worked against him. Evayle was going to make him very sorry for that trick for sure!
Ronan quickly fell asleep when he reached his tent, and didn't wake up until Evayle shook him awake the next morning. He jumped, half expecting her to be Rifis, come to have whatever 'fun' he had been talking about.
"Come on, Ronan," Evayle told him, using her most gently tone. Ronan reluctantly got up and followed her, sure he was going to be hurt some more – or even kicked out of the army like Rifis had mentioned. His mother was going to be so disappointed in him…
"Is Dagda going to… hit me some more?" he asked apprehensively, as Evayle took his arm and led him to a tent.
"Safy," she called.
"I'm ready," Safy responded, emerging from her tent.
"…What's going on?" Ronan asked. Evayle turned to him.
"Ronan… Dagda and I made a terrible mistake. I heard you and Rifis last night… Please, forgive us."
"You don't blame me anymore?" Ronan asked, delighted.
"No, and Safy's going to heal you right away. I'm so sorry," Evayle repeated, hardly daring to believe he was able to forgive so readily. However, when she hugged him, he didn't show any signs of reluctance and happily hugged her back.
"…Um… what's going to happen with Rifis?" he asked in a quieter voice. Evayle scowled.
"That young man is going to rue the day he ever thought tricking me was a good idea," she responded. The tone in her voice made Ronan shiver and pull away slightly.
"Ronan, you've been bleeding… why didn't you remove your clothes?" Safy asked in a quiet voice, turning slightly red. Ronan flinched.
"…I should've…" he said finally, unable to think of anything else. Evayle sighed.
"I'll get you some fresh clothes," she decided, leaving Safy to heal Ronan.
Rifis whistled a jaunty tune as he sauntered up to Safy's tent. She liked him, he was sure, and who wouldn't? He was clever, handsome, charismatic… pretty much perfect really.
He stopped short, his thoughts completely cut off, as he heard voices. Who dared intrude on his cleric's tent? Ah, that voice! It couldn't be…
"Oh Ronan, Ronan, Ronan… still trying to challenge me? You'll regret- Ow!" He was cut off with a pained yelp as somebody grabbed his ear firmly.
"Rifis, I was just about to come looking for you," Evayle told him. He cringed at her tone. She knew. Somehow, she knew!
He was dragged by his ear into the tent. Ronan glanced up, catching his eye, before smiling. Rifis glared, his eyes travelling down to where Safy was clutching the young archer's arm. The boy was quick!
"These are for you. We'll give you some privacy," Evayle told Ronan, handing him the clothes.
"We've seen it already. Might as well stay in here," Rifis drawled. Ronan flushed and looked down at the floor. Evayle tweaked Rifis' ear sharply.
"We'll see how private everything is for you," she hissed, dragging him out. Safy followed, flashing an amused smile over her shoulder at the embarrassed archer.
Ronan exited the tent a few minutes later, refusing to look anyone in the eye. Rifis grinned, earning another sharp tug on his ear. He glared as Safy rubbed the archer's arm and leant over to whisper something in his ear. Why was his cleric getting so close to that kid? It just wasn't fair!
"Ready?" Evayle asked Ronan, who nodded.
"No… Now's not a good ti- ow! Stop pulling!" Rifis complained. Evayle ignored him, instead forcing him to follow her. Safy and Ronan followed a short distance behind. The cleric still had a hold on his arm.
The army was gathered round, having been given a brief description of what happened. Evayle hadn't told anyone about Ronan's punishment, save Leaf and Fin, in an attempt to save the archer some further embarrassment.
"It's not true. The accusations are false! I'm innocent!" Rifis appealed to everyone, but he was merely glared at in return. He huffed and crossed his arms. "Piratists."
Evayle tugged his ear harder, making him yelp and follow her to the centre of the crowd. He shrank closer to her upon seeing Dagda.
Need me again, Evayle?" the big man asked. Rifis clamped his hands over his bottom fearfully.
"No, no. I'll do it myself. I may not have your strength, but I do have speed and certain… methods…" she replied with a smile that couldn't be described as friendly.
"…Do we have to watch this, Ronan?" Safy asked sadly, as Evayle sat down on the stool in the centre and forced Rifis over her lap. Ronan looked over at them for a second, once again catching Rifis' eye.
"No. We don't. Let's go," he told her, slowly and deliberately.
"Archer! Don't you dare!" Rifis yelled out angrily as the two of them walked away. The deceitful, cowardly boy was stealing his girl!
A hard slap to his rear brought his attention back to Evayle.
"Quiet, Rifis. If Ronan and Safy want to take a walk together, no one is about to stop them, especially not you."
"He's forcing her. She likes me," Rifis whined.
"That's for her to decide," Fin cut in firmly.
"She's only going 'cos I'm too busy to walk with her now," Rifis snapped, not quite daring to struggle to emphasise his point.
"Seemed to be before that," Tania commented, loud enough for Rifis to hear. Archers were supposed to stick together after all.
"Wasn't!" he argued, before yelling out as Evayle pulled down his faded pink trousers. "And she just wants to get in my pants," he grumbled, indicating Evayle with a nod of his head. She slapped him with all her might on a particularly tender area, making him howl.
"I have a daughter," she snapped. Rifis squirmed slightly, but wisely kept his mouth shut for once. Evayle tugged down his boxers, making him cringe and bury his head in her skirt as much as possible. He wasn't bothering to waste time struggling this go round. Even if he got free, he'd simply be caught and brought back to her, and some survival instinct warned him not to make Evayle angrier.
He yelped as the first bare bottomed blow landed and grabbed hold of her leg, whimpering slightly in an attempt to sound as pathetic as possible to make her feel sorry for him. It didn't work. Instead she expertly stepped up the pace, varying it at times to make sure she didn't become predictable. Rifis was soon wailing out in pain. She knew all the places to hit – her technique far made up for her lower strength.
Rifis resisted the urge to struggle, despite the rising heat in his bottom. If he tried to get away, she was certainly the type to hurt him more. He couldn't stand that! His bottom was quickly turning bright red – the skilfully placed blows doing their job. Rifis felt sorry for the daughter she'd told him about. Yesterday evening might have been a personal holiday for him, but this day he would rather have struck off the calendar and ignored for ever after.
Evayle kept up the randomly paced slaps for a little while longer as Rifis' cries got louder and louder. Finally, when his bottom and some of his thighs were mostly bright red, she stopped. Rifis lay panting across her lap, trying his best not to cry. She had to hurt worse than Dagda had, before the belt got added on top…
"Stand and keep your pants down," Evayle ordered coldly.
"Wh-What?" Rifis stammered.
"You heard her," Dagda growled. He was still feeling guilty for not believing Ronan.
Rifis stood up, remembering how Ronan had got switched. It had looked painful… would it hurt worse than the belt? He flinched as a hand on his back gently but firmly forced him to bend over the stool.
"If you straighten, I will whip you," she warned, still angry at him for getting Ronan hurt. Despite Ronan's attitude towards her, she wasn't quite sure if he had forgiven her or not. Rifis clutched at the stool with an audible whimper. He couldn't straighten up… he couldn't take any more…
He froze as he heard her draw her sword.
"A-Are you g-going to b-behead me?" he whispered, terrified.
"No," Evayle responded as the blade began to glow red, imbued with fire. She struck him hard across the buttocks with the flat of the blade, lingering with it pressed against his skin. He screamed out instantly and dissolved into tears, any resolve broken as his skin seemed to burn. Evayle drew back the blade again and brought it slamming back down, once again leaving it pressed against his skin. The thief wailed, agonised, begging for mercy at the top of his voice, tears streaming down harder, body trembling as he resisted the urge to straighten. Evayle once again swung the blade and left it.
The crowd was wincing in unison, and Leaf had subconsciously put Fin in between himself and Evayle. Even though they knew Evayle would be keep careful control over the heat of the sword, it still looked scary… and painful…
Rifis' screams tore through the air as he couldn't help but straighten up. Instantly he flung his arms around her, begging forgiveness, swearing never to do anything like it again. She froze, before nodding and sheathing her sword, unable to hit him anymore. She was careful about pulling his clothes up, and then she hugged him close, motherly instincts taking over as the young man sobbed miserably.
"Come on, let's get you back to your tent. Fin, Leaf, we'll ride off tomorrow – no sooner," Evayle told them. The two nodded instantly, not daring to argue with the woman with the blade of fire.
The swordswoman led Rifis back to his tent and watched him sternly as he slunk over to his sleeping bag. He tried to brush away the tears, but they refused to stop.
"Listen to me, Rifis. We here look after our own, and you're now included in that. Ronan is too. If I hear of any more trouble between you two, I will punish you both, especially you. Understand?" she warned.
"Yes Evayle," a tiny voice came from inside the sleeping bag, where he had buried his face.
"Good boy," she responded. "I'll have some dinner sent to you later. You get some rest and recuperate."
"Yes Evayle," Rifis repeated, not really wanting to sleep.
"And I do hope I never have to do that to you again. I don't enjoy it," she added. Rifis snorted but didn't comment. Evayle laughed, shook her head, and left.
A/N To explain this story a bit... my friend and I have an ongoing series. Basically all bishies are fair game, and we like to share. The rules are each bishie can only be done a maximum of three times, and never by the same person, hence why I had to come up with an excuse for Evayle instead, although my friend could still write a Dagda/Rifis if she so wished :) It's fun to do, and I'm gradually posting up the better results here. The Ilfort story doesn't count - too long! So he's still fair game XD And Fire Emblem characters are far too much fun to get. Hopefully I'll pluck up the courage to post more of my fe stories up, though I don't know why I worry. You guys are always nice and supportive :)
Seriously hope you enjoyed all three chapters... I now declare Rifis' Recruitment... FINALLY COMPLETE!