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An Archer's Knight General in Shining Armour	By : NTheTwelfth Category: +A through F > Fire Emblem (all) > Fire Emblem (all) Views: 428 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Dorothy x Percival
- 1
Author's Note: I just think this pair is cute and made the support reflect that a bit, the sexy stuff is at the end.

-C -

His whole life as a warrior and soldier led Percival to be prepared for attacks, his instincts were not dulled, not at base camp, and especially not on a battlefield like this one. He knows full well his surroundings, and what people are doing and when. From his right, Percival’s ears know the sound of a bow releasing its tension, and the all-too-familiar sound of an arrow’s fletchings guiding the projectile. His head moves a fraction too slow to completely dodge the arrow, drawing a fine red line across his forehead. He draws his sword at his side, prepared to meet his assassin, when a young woman runs towards him, making no effort to conceal her presence. He recognizes her as Dorothy, a skilled marksman in General Roy’s army. Or maybe not too skilled, he thinks. How did she get the jump on me?

She politely bowed as a sign of apology and respect. Her auburn hair flowed over her face and her freckled cheeks burned pink. “Oh my goodness! I-I’m terribly sorry! I-I was aiming for an enemy… B-But the arrow…! It flew this way, and… D-Did it hit you…?”

“Of course not.” Percival lied. “Not a scratch. It didn’t even touch me.” Percival is lucky that his shaggy blonde hair covers the new wound so that she wouldn't worry herself sick. She kept apologizing over and over, scared that she’d hurt not only a comrade, but someone so imposing and important as the Knight General of Etruria. “Dorothy, yes? Miss Dorothy, these things happen on the battlefield. I am unharmed.”

“B-But…!”

“...Even if I were to get hit by your arrow, it is also my fault for not paying attention to my surroundings. If anything, this is a reminder to myself that I need to work harder.” His stone-like serious face cracked a bit, and a faint smile creased it, almost unseen by the flustered woman. “Never let your mind wander, especially on a battlefield, where anything can happen in an instant. That’s a rule. So don’t be too upset about it, alright?”

“...Yes, I understand. I’ll try much harder, Sir Percival, to be more like you. I’m…no good to anyone by just mulling over things that didn’t happen, right?” She tried to smile, but Percival could easily tell that her smile was forced to try and lift her own spirits. “I’ll do much better next time, Knight General, Sir!”

In all his military life, he followed command without question. Authority was the only thing that kept the rabble of dangerous soldiers in line. He surprised himself all the same when he said these simple words, “...Just “Percival” is alright for next time.”

- B -

An 8. That’s the twelfth arrow in a row that she launched from her bow that was a good shot on target. She didn’t even notice that he was watching her practice her archery. It seems that her blunder last time was caught in her head, and she was not going to let it happen again. It was quite admirable, her determination and willingness to solve her problems. Percival had found her entering his mind more often as of late, and especially her concern over his safety. It feels strange, as all the people he knows look up to him, see him as a shining icon or something to strive to be like, not… Not like this. He wasn't used to people treating him like…a person. He approaches her as she studies her target mat.

She sighs. “I need to practice more. I can’t get away with a few lucky shots. Maybe if I aim a bit higher? But then for a longer distance, like a flying mount… I guess even higher than that…” She starts pulling the arrows out of the mat when she sees General Percival walking towards her, his face the usual emotionless look, and her mind starts racing and her face flushes. Was she in trouble? Did something happen and she was needed? Of all the people someone like him could see, it was... her? “G-General P-Percival! Oh, er… Percival.”

“Good shooting, Dorothy. You are quite talented.” He seems genuinely impressed at how far she had come. She flushes a little harder.

She feels her nerves relax as she denotes that he just wants to talk a bit, but her heart is still beating fast, and she can barely stand still and wiggles her shoulders bashfully as she talks. “Ah, well. I-I don’t want to make mistakes, like the last time. You know, when… When my arrow hit you?”

“You noticed?” He thought he hid it well. He lifts his bangs to show the scab. “You have good eyes.”

“You...couldn't move out of the way in time. There's no way you couldn't be hurt...by me. But you said that it didn't happen...so I would stop worrying, right?” She looks him in the eyes for the first time on that last word.

He’s stunned silent for a second. She saw right though him. No one's ever done that. “...Good eyes and a good head… And a good heart. You show a lot of concern for others, Dorothy. I suppose that is the teachings of Saint Elimine.” There is an awkward silence as neither knows what to say next.

“I… I just don't want to see people hurt if I can help it, especially if it's my fault.” Her eyes fall again. “I… I don’t want to be a burden to the people around me. Not anymore.” She's shaking.

Without her expecting it, his strong hand is now on her upper arm, making her breath catch. It wasn’t an act of aggression or dominance, but as an attempt of connection. “Just relax, Dorothy. There is a limit to how much one man or woman can do. Just focus and relax, alright? Warfare is terrifying, even to the most hardened veteran. But let your fear take you, and you lose no matter what, alright? ...Can you look at me, and say that you can try to calm yourself?”

“I-I… Do… Do you get scared on the battlefield, Percival?”

It was a truth that he was a bit ashamed to admit. “...Yes. I am a capable warrior, one of the strongest on the continent, but one false move, and my neck is split open. I don’t…have a wife nor child, but I…wouldn't want to go like that. But I can't just sit back and let others fight and die while I live for nothing. So I proudly wear this office as the Knight General.”

She really wasn't expecting him to actually open up so much. She thought he was really intimidating, but he's really just a man, not unlike how she’s just a woman. It was...nice. He’s nothing more than a man protecting what he loves. “I… I promise that I can try to keep myself calm, to fight like you do, Percival!”

“Well, as an archer, you are more suited to the back line, supporting the front, and our fighting styles are radically different.” He completely missed what she was trying to say. “...But I can... try to keep you safe as best I can, alright?”

Her face shifted from a light blush to fully pink instantly. “W-Wah? M-Me? Y-You want…to protect me?” He nods silently. “...Oh… A-Alright. I think I can accept that.” A sheepish smile creased his face, but he quickly regained himself. Dorothy still saw.

- A -

She felt at ease. Surprising, considering she just took yet another life, yet she did not feel the previous fear and tension, but rather a sense of…duty. Of protection. Percival was guarding everyone, but she noticed that he was spending a lot of time at her side on his steed. Keeping her safe. She felt that she also wanted to keep him safe, so she has been training harder for him. She looked at the morbid sight of the enemy that she had killed. Through his eye and into the brain. A perfect shot. “That was… perfect…”

The sound of horseshoes on hard earth. “You've improved a lot, Dorothy.” She turns to him and smiles genuinely. His hard demeanour softens and he returns the genuine smile to her. “You’ve never hit so accurately from that distance. I’m proud to know you.”

“Yes, that’s right, I haven’t… But it's because…” She trails off, afraid to say too much.

“Hmm? Is something the matter? You know you can tell me, Dor.” He refers to the nickname that he's started to call her. For her ears only. And she loves it.

She steadies her nerves, just like he taught her. “P-Percival...I… I want to… I… NEED to...p-protect you.” The words hang heavy as he hears her honest confession. His heart rate increases as he hangs on her every word. “I… I can’t lose you… And the thought of you...dying… I-I c-can’t… I won’t…”

“That… That’s what I wanted to say. I fight harder these days… Because you… Are always by my side. I fight to keep people safe.” The words catch in his throat but come out, barely above a whisper. “People...that I...l-love.”

The seconds feel like hours. Neither can say anything. Words are meaningless at this moment. What feels like hours is only less than a minute. They are just staring in the other’s eyes, getting lost.

“I… I feel happy… Happier than I ever have, Percy… I had dreams… Dreams where you’d say those words and I felt my heart flutter…” Her pink cheeks made her freckles stand out even more. “I… I want to protect you too… Keep you safe...b-because… Because I LOVE YOU TOO!”

She runs forward and throws her arms around him, and he wraps his around her, pulling her close and not letting her go. “Dor…” A sad, happy, loving smile was on his face as he held the woman he loves. He cries on her shoulder as he feels her love warm the coldest parts of his interior. “I need this. I need you, now and forever. I don't want another day to go by… Not one more, without you in my arms.”

“Y-You mean… Marriage?” He nods, his wet eyes smiling genuinely. “You… You, the great Knight General of Etruria, the strongest warrior on the continent… You want...to m-marry...some ugly city bumpkin…?”

“No. I don’t want that. I want you, the beautiful woman in my arms, whom I fell for. I need you. I couldn't care less about where you were born or who your parents were or weren’t. I wouldn't care if you were the most attractive woman on the planet or a literal toad. I...I love the woman named Dorothy, and all of everything that makes her who she is.”

“Percy…” She doesn’t know what to say. “Percy… Would you… W-Would you...k-kiss me…? P-Please?”

He pulls her close, their eyes locked, and their lips only a few centimeters apart. “Can… Can you promise me...that you’ll stay at my side?”

“Y-Yes! Always! Now and forever!”

“Then… I promise...to be the man you deserve.” And he leans in, and they both share their first kiss, amidst the chaos of the world, the underhanded dealings, the backstabbings and murder, the fatigue of warfare. They found solace in each other.

And it was all they ever wanted.

- Epilogue -

“Percy…” Dorothy was lying in their bed, looking at her husband as he wrote a letter to King Mildain about his plans for the future and for his job, the soft duvet being the only cover on her body as the night air chills wherever isn’t covered. “I’ve been thinking.”

He turns to her. “What about? What can I do?”

“You're sure about this? I mean, you've been in service for so long. You want to give up all that?” Her face was scrunched in worry over this choice. “I know we'll be set for life with how much you’ve done for Etruria, but…”

He walks over and strokes her hair. “I'm positive. I can’t raise a family with you and go to war at the same time, nor will I let you come to war while pregnant or after birth with our baby.”

“You know I'd stop at nothing to be with you…”

“Exactly. So I can be here. With you. For you.” He smiles, the classic genuine smile that only she gets. It makes her happy that they can make love all the time. “Just let me finish this, then we can do it again tonight. Alright, love?”

“Mmm.” He returns to his seat to finish his resignation letter, and she rubs her uterus and ovaries through her abdomen. “I hope.. I will get pregnant soon. I want to see your baby so badly, it's driving me mad!”

Percival hurriedly finishes scribbling his signature on the parchment, then sets down his quill. The talk of babies and pregnancy from the lips of his wife gets him right into the mood to get into her, and she knows that fully well. She knows all his weak points, him and his breeding fetish. She can see his physical reaction to her words and actions, threatening to escape his pajama bottoms, and it makes her happy that she has this effect on him. She wonders how many babies he could pump into her in total.

“I still can barely believe that I’m married to someone like you, Percy…” She blushes hard while remembering their first night and both of their first times. “Just a simple city girl, the wife of someone like you… If I told myself this a few years ago, I’d think I was insane.” She smiles, enjoying him and everything he is.

“Dor… I love you, you know that? Everything about you. I’ll never leave you or hurt you, and I’ll be the man you deserve…” He walks over to her, puts a hand on her belly, and rubs it, making her shiver, “...And the father that they deserve too. We’ll be set for money and we can just settle down forever. That’s what I want.”

“Hmm… Me too…” Dorothy decides that it’s time for their dirty talk to step it up. “You won’t hurt me, so the only thing you’re allowed to stab me with is this big thing here.” She pokes at his erect penis, which bounces in his trousers, making him squirm. “Percy… Let’s try to make a baby. Tonight, you can… You can c-cum inside me.” She still isn't used to saying that.

“I was…going to ask you that. And I want to. I really do. I want to see our baby.” He strokes her face. “They’d be so cute with a mom like you.”

She strokes his face back. “And really strong and handsome with you as their dad. Now c’mon… Are you going to make love with me with your clothes on, or do I have to rip them off?”

He laughs. “I’m certain you would try.” His hands deftly remove his clothes, little by little, making her squirm in anticipation and lust as she watches the man she loves strip down for her. His muscles, thick and solid, which literally swept her off her feet at their wedding. His tight butt always felt so nice to massage, and she loves it even more when he does the same to her. Of course, the last thing he exposes is the star of her show, his steadily growing cock, pulsating with every beat of his heart. Dorothy felt her ovulating pussy prepare itself for breeding, and a little bit of her lube leaked out onto their bed.

Dorothy lays back and spreads her legs, showing the trembling and dripping auburn-trimmed pink flower. She lets her husband mount her, his manhood primed at her womanhood. No foreplay was necessary tonight; they both were at their peak emotional and sexual heights. She wraps her arms about his head, staring into his deep blue eyes. She remembers their first time and how much it hurt. She angles his hot cock at her womanly entrance and puts it in a little, just the tip. “...Percy. Go rough. As rough as you can. B-Breed me as if it's your only goal in life.”

“Are you sure, love? You know I don’t want to hurt you. That would be the last thing I want.”

“T-Try and hit my womb. Fill it with a baby or two or five or more…” She feels his penis jump at the idea, and he slides his sword in carefully, to the hilt. His full balls are now resting on her asshole, full of half-babies just begging to be emptied inside her uterus to combine with her eager egg. After a second, he moves. Slowly, then a bit faster, then even faster, now harder, and harder. Soon the bed frame is creaking, threatening to break under such duress. Dorothy feels every single part of the penis that her vagina knows very well. Her hips have a mind of their own, and bounce to counter his hips, driving him deeper. As he slams her body, she clamps down on him, her pussy trying to milk his cock already, but he wasn't nearly done yet.

He flips her over, so she's now on her stomach, and he plunges back in, threatening to split her pussy in half with his every thrust. She kicks her legs in the air helplessly as she squirts a bit of juice on their bed. Her mind is fuzzy after these two concurrent orgasms, and she’s starting to babble nonsense about her love and his cock and their babies and so on. She soon climaxes a third and final time, and this milking action is enough to make Percival go as deep as he can immediately. His balls contract as he floods her belly with tens of millions of swimming cells, each pulse of his cock accompanied with a kiss on the back of her neck and sweet whispers. He spent all his energy, and he rolls off of her to lie beside her, and they fall asleep immediately, still connected as only a man and woman can.

It was a baby girl. Soon followed by another girl, then a boy a few years after.
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