Fire Emblem x Reader (REQUESTS AND LEMONS ACCEPTED!!!)

30th Chapter!

So… Title says it all.

Nobody asked for this, but whatever. My book, your requests, yada yada yada.

Results from Amino are in!

Libra- 20%

Forrest- 25%

Saber- 30%

Python- 15%

Kaze- 10%

So it's a Saber x Reader… at least I LOVE all of the characters. This'll be easy! (Entire intro, minus percentages and winner/s, is written the night before it's being posted)

So, yeah. Here's to us! ((Raise a glass to the four of us. Tomorrow there'll be more of us, telling the story of tonight!) If anyone gets that, I'll give you a sucker(not really but I'd love to))

Onwards!-----

Running through the field, you knew you couldn't stop. Slowing down ment instantaneous death, and you weren't ready to lose your life to Rigelian soldiers.

The barbarians had chased you from your village, though you knew it was foolish to have left. You were going to be the soldiers' slave in exchange for your home's safety. 'And I blew everyone else's chances at living too.'

You knew that some people would survive, most likely due to being spared, and be placed it the spot you were supposed to be now; doing menial tasks for troops who were more than capable of lifting, carrying, and cleaning that yourself most likely.

You couldn't hear the soldiers footsteps anymore and stopped to catch your breath. Turning around, they were nowhere in sight. You were safe.

...Until you tried to turn around again. The cool metal of a sword was pressed under your chin, a sharp bit against your throat. You could feel your back pressed against someone's chest, and heard snickering.

"Well, well, well. Look who we finally caught. Now little one, we don't like misbehaving slaves. Don't want to lose your head, now do we?"

He pressed the blade more harshly against your neck, he and his companion both laughing at your squeak.

'This hurts.'

"Oi!"

You felt the ruffian's chest shift against your back. Then, chuckling, he lifted you, pivoted, and set you down, blade still at your throat.

Now facing the newcomers, you could see the panic in most of their faces. One man, however, stood out. And it wasn't just the eyepatch.

He stoically surveyed the three of you, eyebrows turning downwards in a glare.

"Take one step and we'll chop their pretty little head off." You squeaked again. "And you don't want that, do you?"

The man with the eyepatch crossed his arms. And why would you need them anyways?"

You felt the man's chuckle this time, cold and cruel against your spine. "Slave have been escaping off and on… so we've been 'obtaining' more of them. Why, want to get one of your own? I'm sure the remainder of this one's village might still have some survivors."

You gasped as, this time, when moving the sword, he drew blood. A long, thin line of red, and directly in the middle, a single drop of crimson rolled down your chest.

The eyepatch-clad mad wasted no time drawing his sword, jumping forward with a yell. The ruffian dropped you, and his blade, is surprise. The rest of eyepatch's group looked at each other before shrugging, drawing their own weapons as well.

You could hear enemy reinforcements in the distance, yelling and swearing angrily.

Grabbing the sword, stained with your own blood, from the ground, you stood up, turned, and stabbed your captor in the knee, relishing his anguished scream.

"That's for staining my favorite shirt!"

You pulled the blade out and ran up to your savior, trying to wipe some of the blood off of your chest.

"Hi."

He turned, his eye widening slightly. "You should get that looked at. Don't want it to get infected, do ya?"

"Saber." You (and Eyepatch) turned, facing a younger, red haired girl. "Rigelian forces are coming. Should we stay, or retreat?"

She turned to face you. "Your call, uh…"

"(Name). And I say we stay and fight. They said my village was in ruin, which means my friends and family are most likely dead. Those dastards need to pay for what they've done!"

"I like your style, but they seem to outnumber us five to one…"

You smirked, eyes glinting dangerously. "Don't worry, I'm so pissed, I could take all of them one handed!

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"Ow ow ow ow OW!"

"If you quit moving, I could bandage your arm!"

You glared at Saber, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes. "And if I wasn't in pain, I wouldn't be moving!"

Long story short, you were a fast, angry, wreckless fighter. Obviously untrained but highly skilled, you demolished their forces. Your arm had been injured from usage as a shield, because arm over face being demolished, obviously.

"If you don't stop thrashing, I'll just cut it off."

You sighed, trying to stay still. Muttering a few more "ow"s here and there, Saber's handiwork showed, your arm tightly bandaged.

"-Aaaaand as thanks for your work," you leaned forwards, kissing his nose.

"You missed."

You stood up, looking up at him. "I think not."

He smirked lightly, leaning forward. "Let me show you.

---BONUS---

Shifting slightly in bed the next morning, you could feel an empty place under the blanket. Not having long to think about it, Saber walked through the door, tossing your clothes onto the foot of your bed.

"Welcome to the army of Zofia. First order of business: training."

-----Well, there it is, in all of its procrastinated beauty.

Make sure to comment requests and I'll see you later. Ciao!