hybrid!ephraim x reader. they are married. afab!reader. suggestive. 1k words. his new skin in fe shadows did some serious damage on my brain
Falling in love with Ephraim is as natural as breathing. You have been doing this for the longest time, when you were kids, and you were assigned Eirika’s health, but ended up patching up her twin more than half the time you should have spent with her.
That’s how you discovered Ephraim’s personality, wound by wound. A teen striving for freedom, but with an unquenching need to protect, head on his shoulders, knowing his duties come before any desires.
A love you thought was unrequited that grew during war and blossomed at the end, when the heart carried less burden, and he could only focus on you.
You saw zombies, devils, and giant spiders. You found yourself healing wounds no textbook had ever mentioned-
“Dear, don’t say a word.” But seeing Ephraim with fluffy ears and a tiger tail to match, walking down the main hall with the mixture of the confidence of a king and the shame of a kid getting caught stealing, was a sight you would never be able to imagine.
You lift your hand in defeat at his words, teeth biting your lower lip to suppress the smile fighting to break free.
“Do-” He stood in front of you, green eyes suddenly softer, voice a mere murmur, “Do you think you can make these disappear?” Fluffy pointy ears lowering.
“Why? I bet your new look will be loved by the population. A new fashion icon.”
You hear him mumble your name, as if scolding you, but you do not care, as your eyes are already fixed on his fluffy ears, twitching at every sound.
“Don’t joke, dear. The situation is dire.” You feel his tail wrapping around your waist, pushing your body closer to his.
You have to admit you don’t see anything dire; if anything, you just found him cuter.
“Is the makeup a new look or is it permanent-”
Again, his green eyes cloud at your words. “I think you are enjoying this situation a bit too much.”
“...Can I call you tiger from now on?” This time Ephraim laughed with you.
Ephraim's behaviour didn’t change much; if anything, his emotions became more evident as he couldn’t cover the instinctual behaviour of his tail or ears, but he was never one to hide his feelings, always honest with his sentiments.
Oh, his snores became louder. Maybe that was the only real problem with this new transformation.
While your husband spends his time training, noticing the newfound strength this curse granted him, you spend your time searching for a magic to turn him back to normal, because, no matter how adorable Ephraim is, he really can’t be taken seriously like that.
And it’s during one of those evenings that you hear his voice calling for you.
“I know it’s bedtime, but this paragraph may help you out-” You hear his steps coming closer, the heel of his boots clicking on the pavement of your centuries-old library. “I even asked L’Arachel for help- Don’t worry! I didn’t say you were the one who got cursed, I know how she becomes-”
You don’t turn around, but his steps still. You can feel him behind you, not a word escaping his lips, but you can hear his heavy breath. “I think I’m gonna ask Lute for help next-”
You yelp. His strong hands lift and turn you around. That’s when you notice something is different. Green irises overshadowed by his wide pupils, sweat rolling down his cheeks. “I could smell you from the training ground-” He gasps, and a shiver runs down your spine.
The training grounds are so far that they could be considered in another town.
“I need you.” Ephraim states, his voice not trembling, not asking. Just taking, as his lips found yours in what seems more a battle than a passionate kiss.
“Please.” You feel him beg on your lips, his hands fondling your skin beneath the thin housegown you’re wearing.
“Okay.” You moan into his mouth, the keyword that snapped the last string of self-control Ephraim had.
He turns you around, manhandling you, reminding you how training in the art of the lance and wars sculpted his body. Your body naturally pushes against him, while your hands search for his as they grip the end of your nightgown to lift it up, bunching it in his hands.
His nose caresses your neck, and you move your head to the side, giving yourself to him. You feel him breathing in your scent, before his sharper-than-normal canines bite into your soft skin; the gasp that leaves your mouth reverberates in the library walls.
“Ah- Ephraim!” His tongue drags over the teeth marks on your skin, his lips then sliding to the back of your neck. His warmth and heavy breath make you arch against his body, needing to be burned by his heat.
“Hands on the desk.” Ephraim growls, his tail now twirling around your thigh.
“Someone could walk by-” You gasp, as his hand gropes your chest, the thin layer of your housegown not providing any protection.
“Shhh, nobody will. “ He whispers so close to your ears that pleasure makes you arch again against him. He takes your hands in his much bigger ones, making you grasp the end of your skirt before positioning them on the desk.
“Good.” Ephraim kisses your cheek before sliding lower, getting on his knees in front of your bare back. “You smell divine.” You hear him chant as his scorching lips kiss down your spine. His hands aren’t on you anymore, and you miss them terribly immediately.
You look down with the corner of your eyes, and then you understand why of the sudden break; Ephraim removed his gloves.
And he doesn’t make you wait much more, hands on the fat of your ass, massaging and groping. You choke a moan, pleasure tickling your skin mostly due to the shame of feeling bliss by recognising your husband’s callouses pressing into your skin.
You feel his breath on your core, a growl that has very little of human in it, escaping his throat. Ephraim’s hands slide down to the apex of your thighs, long, thick fingers leaving indents on your skin as he keeps you in place.
“Hold tight-” Your legs already tremble, as you feel his tongue so near, but not enough, to your core. “This will be a long night.”
