"My violet of delight, why do you ruin such a pretty smile with such heavy words? Why not sing of joy, of love? Your knight in shining armor has arrived to alleviate all that ails you!"

an adoring kiss because the other is rambling

"It would be much better than all those threats to kill me!"

kissies :3 (accepting)

"So you would wish for me to kill you." Zephia towers over even the man in verdant armor before her. It would be all too easy just swat him away, and rid the academy of his incessant pestering of women, but there would be no fun in that route. No playing with his feelings.

"You wish to be my knight in shining armor." She chuckles softly, dragging a finger under his chin to tilt his head up to properly meet her eyes. She's teasing, she knows that. But she is the type of woman who likes to... play with her prey before she kills it.

She grabs both sides of his face, dragging his lips up to meet hers, if only to get him to shut up for a single minute. She had to admit though, there was something just a little bit endearing about him, if only in the way one would find a rat in a cage endearing.

"Satisfactory, yes darling?"

[ Wish ] - Off to the side there is a lonely well. Perhaps if you toss in a coin and keep it company for a moment, it will grant you a wish?

"Ah, splendid Farina! This wishing well truly is something. I've spent half the night flicking coins and wishing for the same thing: eternal love. Though it has yet to happen, I can feel it on the horizon... My beloved is close, I know it!"

"Anyways, what have you wished for? Something romantic, I presume?"

♠ - Farina swore she must've spent just as long at the well but not to wish. Wishing was something reserved for those who can't actually act on their desires. Though given Sain's repeated failures, she kinda got why he was resorting to wishing. No, what she was after was a bit more practical - namely that people have been tossing coins down the well all night and she was damned if she was about to let those coins go to waste. Unlike these nobles and other hob-nobs, she wasn't rich enough that she could let good gold go to waste.

"Oh, shut up, Sain.", Farina laughed, shoving Sain away playfully. "I'm not you." Though, given by his words... "No luck again tonight? Well, chin up. Miss Right's gonna show up some day." Although, she'd dearly love to corner whomever agrees to actually date him and ask whether they've lost all leave of their senses what makes them think he'd stick to one.

Now, back to her own problem. "Haven't been wishing exactly but if you want to put that way, for riches.", the mercenary grinned wolfishly, turning back towards the well. "By the way, have you seen a bucket around here or something? There's gotta be some way of getting these coins back out!"

And then there’s this FISH | team 2 - iron round

Closed starter for @rozyrne @pirrhyc @ashenprofessor @enarmor​

The winds picked up, licking at their skin with sharp gusts. Thick and heavy with aura, looming not unlike a dark cloud hanging above with the promise of a storm- though the thunder’s announcement struck the group rather differently. The air fizzled, crashing and sparking, before suddenly showing resistance. 

Idunn opened her eyes, having gotten lost in the winds and startled awake by the feeling of a punch down her lungs and her body feeling lighter yet her movements were sluggish. The feeling of waking up after a century-long sleep, where her body hasn’t yet caught up to her brain and everything feels numb and tingly, muscles not responding correctly as her consciousness slowly shaped itself. 

The first thing she noticed aside from the slowness of her movements- her breathing. She breathed, though not air. Rather, it was as if air and water walked a very, very thin line between one and the other, where the smallest loss of focus could cause that balance to fall apart and their lungs to suffer the consequence. Looking up, she saw the sky- though now distorted by the lens of the bottom of a lake. Her body floated gently in this fluid-thick ocean, but the way it restrained her movements was far too unsettling.

“Something is there.” A shadow, prowling around them. A signature similar to the apparitions, though this one was gargantuan in comparison- almost matching that of a water dragon of sorts. Black claws dug into her palms as she silently lamented the fact her dragonstone wouldn’t answer to her calls, until…

She didn’t have any weapons.

“Ah…” No swords or axes- not even the burn and chantings of offensive magic were found in her mind. Instead, the sign of two spells she had never come across before. 

One, offered healing.

The other, offered protection against the elements.

What an irony, that this odd magic experiment would shape her body into that of a protector considering what her life had been so far. But…Idunn wasn’t bothered by that, in reality. Instead, she faced the new signs of magic in her mind with wonder and curiosity. Heal and protect, that was her function now. Looking over to her teammates, a bud of confidence appeared deep in her core. Perhaps now she’d be able to help them more directly. Firstly…

That man with the bow. Though the air was dense with magic, she could still sense how the bow he was handling wasn’t a common weapon. There was…almost like an aura of gluttony coming from it. A sneaky, small yet hurtful bite of evil.

Idunn casts Ward on Sain!

With the chantings clear in her thoughts, she cast a protective ward over him- approaching the man quietly. “Your bow. It recoils and bites. It is greedy.” The pat she gave to his shoulder was almost phantom-like. “But it is okay now.”

The winds- now currents, rumbled once more, announcing the arrival of their newest enemy. Idunn looked back at the man then at the others before moving to the back.

I agree. That's why people freaking out about Priscilla and Raven in the Roy/Eliwood games tend to get on my nerves. They find it incest because of them being kids and wanting at the time to get married with other, but kids often wishes to do that only to grow up and chnage their mind. Priscillia wanting to marry her brother when hse was a child is like little girls that say "when I'll get to grow up, I will marry Papa! or Uncle ! Or Big brother". Out of admiration, not of Love! Like the little kids that got a crush on their teacher, it's admiration not love. This was supposed to be innocent kids nonsense, not an actual problematic thing! Once they grew up, they move on and in the case of Priscilla this promise was nothing more than that even if Intsys used it as way of making fun of the siscon trope, but ultimately does she have any way of ending up with her brother ? nope. But sadly, she doesn't get to end up with Sain either, which suck.

You said it anon!

Admiration is a form of love though, but with within some parts of the fandom, and back then, whenever you said "love" it was only romantic love, and not the kid of positive ties some people in a family might have for each other but that isn't romantic.

We're just meant to understand Priscilla and Raymond (before being Raven!) were very close, but circumstances made it that they are now estranged, and yet, Priscilla remembers the closeness they had.

Support System - Sain/Florina

This is just something I did for fun, because I really like the idea of Sain and Florina having a support, and it’d be nice if more of Sain’s supports ended with him being friends with them. I always imagined Sain as a ‘Knight in Shining Armor’ type, when he’s not relentlessly hitting on women, based on his ending. I think a character like Florina would bring that part out of him.

Not intended to be romantic, but if you wish to read it like that, that’s also fine.

C Support

Sain: Oh Florina, your hair is as colorful and as beautiful as a summer Liliac, your eyes a sparkling Oasis!

Florina: W-why thank you Sain, but I must be going…

Sain: Must you? Can you not spare me a few minutes of your time, so that I may continue to serenade you?

Florina: No I-

Sain: I only wish to speak of your subtle, yet captivating beauty, your voice blesses me like that of an angel!

*moves closer*

Florina: Ahhhhh!

*runs away*

Sain: Oh…

B Support

Florina: Oh h-hello again Sain, I have to go-

*begins to move away*

Sain: Wait, hold on! I would just like to say one thing before a Fair Maiden like you leaves me once again!

Florina: O-okay, just… take a few steps back… please.

Sain: Of course, I shall move 30 paces away from you, I can move farther back, if you would like?

Florina: No that is… that is fine.

Sain: Splendid! I would just like to say I apologize, for frightening you. I spoke with Lady Lyndis and… I overstepped

Florina: S-sain, it’s fine, just-

Sain: Do not cover for my folly! I am Sain, a Knight of Caelin! I chase after women because they are beauty incarnate, not because I wish for them to flee!

Florina: O-of course I just… when y-you’re so forward I feel… s-scared.

Sain: Those words are a stake upon my heart! By my honor as a knight, as long as you forgive me, I promise to never make you uncomfortable again!

Florina: Okay, I… I forgive you just… please d-don’t be so loud.

A Support

Sain: Greetings my lov- Florina… is this distance too close?

Florina: Oh! H-hello Sain, no this… this distance is fine. I’m s-sorry you need to walk around eggshells with me, i-it must be frustrating…

Sain: Oh nonsense! What type of Knight would I be if I brought fear to a Maiden?

Florina: Y-you’re much too generous for one such as me, I’m only being an inconvenience…

Sain: Don’t say such things! You’re far from an inconvenience! I shan’t mention your wondrous beauty, but your amazing traits hardly end at your appearance! I would be heartbroken to see you think yourself an inconvenience!

Florina: Amazing traits?

Sain: But of course! Your skill in the lance goes without saying, as does the way you command your Pegasus, but most notable of all is your impressive bravery!

Florina: My b-bravery? D-don’t give me such hollow compliments!

Sain: This is far from a hollow statement! It is easy for me to be brave, I was blessed with the skill and good fortune to be a knight of Caelin, I feel no fear in the face of battle. But you? Even more impressive than I is that you charge forward in spite of your fears!

Florina: That’s ridiculous… I’ve at times been so terrified that I’m tempted to flee…

Sain: Ah but you don’t! Instead of that you face your foes head on! Even now you’re speaking to me instead of cowering away, and soon after you’ll be skewering a foe on the edge of your lance with the skill of a seasoned veteran! You’re one of the bravest women I’ve had the pleasure of meeting, Florina.

Florina: …You sure have a lot to s-say about me…

Ending-

Once Lyn abdicated Caelin to Ostian rule, Sain resigned his commission and moved to Illia. There he began to work with Florina as a mercenary. While her fear of men still remained, Sain came to be one of her most trusted friends in the years to come.

"Oho? So even the knights hall has its fair share of beauties!"

Watch out Yunaka: Sain's locked eyes with you in the aforementioned hall, and is already seeing stars! He moves in close, sliding a wooden mug with him. With an arm propped on a counter and a smile full of joy, he intends to make his move,

"I am Sain, your newest recruit and coworker. But it would grieve me so to only speak of matters regarding our work, so what say you to growing... Close? I shall hold you in my arms, and stroke away all that burdens your gentle heart..."

Yunaka certainly wasn't expecting that when she entered the premise— She isn't particularly close with any of the other knights, but this one certainly knows how to cut to the chase. The compliment is nice enough on a surface level, but it's the rest that catches her off-guard. She waves her hands dismissively, taking a step back from the counter.

Her eyes widen, if only to match a surprised demeanor. "W-Whoaaa there, buddy! We've only just met, y'know! You don't even know my name, or any of that, uh.. introduction stuff!" Her hands lay on her hips as she looks up with the raise of an eyebrow, gaze now narrowed as if to decipher what kind of person he really is.

"U-Uh.. That's a bit too much, don't you think?" Yunaka stealthily slides over to take the mug into her own hands, clutching it closer to her person with a wink. "Thanks for the freebie, though!"

"W-Wait! One more! I cannot leave with just a taste of your precious love!!"

a kiss to convince the other to stay 

"Go away"

What a stupid mistake she made, she kissed him just so he could leave her alone. Of course, it wouldn't work! Why did she even try it in the first place?! Oh and why in all of the 7 realms did he refer to her love like THAT?! She has heard all kinds of things as the goddess of love, but none reach that level of...! of cringe!

But she can't be seen with this idiot on her tail! He's so loud that it will just call more attention to her- and that's one of the last things that she could want at this very second. Freyja turns around to look at him, face very red out of anger? embarrassment? who knows! but she wants this over and done with.

Grabbing Sain by the collar she doesn't even give him any time to react before giving him one of the most passionate kisses she could muster. Perhaps sends a message, the correct one at least- the last thing Freyja needed was for him to start believing she wants someone like him around her.

"There! Is that enough for you?! Be gone from my sight already!" How embarrassing! How... frustrating! She doesn't even give Sain the chance to respond before storming off.

"Ah, Lady Lyndis!"

'Kent' finds her on the way to her dorm, from the dining room. It had been a quick and easy lunch--complete with all the experiences Kent would never have indulged in. He had a few nice conversations, ate food he normally wouldn't, and now, decides to follow his lord out the building. That last part had been planned well in advance--as evidenced by the vase he carries with him.

'Kent' is not actually Kent, but Lyn's worst nightmare: Sain, taking up residence in his body.

"I've been spending my free time in the greenhouse lately," a not wholly untrue statement, for Sain had indeed been doing such--but that isn't out of the ordinary, "and I believe there's something I'd like you to have!"

He hasn't quite nailed the voice, but Kent's delivery rolls off his tongue. The way he punctuates things he regards with severity, the way his back straightens a little at the end of every sentence--it's all there. Very close to being genuine.

His normal method of approach wouldn't have helped here, either. Not only is the brash and upfront method of Sain wildly out of character, but it's already been rejected by Lyn before. He has experience to back him up, allowing him to say the things Kent just can't quite--and not mess them up.

Subtlety is key, he thinks.

He produces the pitcher, and the flowers inside are rather unremarkable. White and bud-shaped, the petals can hardly even be considered facing the Sacaean. "B-But wait," Sain continues, speaking before Lyn has a chance, "don't tell me how you feel just yet, please..."

Dramatic pause. That's something Kent would do, right?

"These flowers are special. They'll only bloom at night. Before you go to sleep tonight, look at them... Look at them," he pauses. Something hitches in his throat. This was supposed to be a slick and easy delivery--like greased lightning, in-and-out--yet something snags at the last minute.

He swallows as best he can. A light dust of pink colors his cheeks.

"...Look at them, and think of me. Think of Kent... Then, in the morning, tell me how they make you feel."

"Kent?"

Lyn is on her way back from the dining hall when a certain cavalier flags her down, vase in hand. Rather than a former knight commander, he looks much more like she imagines he would have looked like in his days as steward... although she hopes Hector had made better use of the man than just transporting around flower vases.

Her mouth presses into a thin line at the use of her full title for the briefest of moments, but ultimately she decides to let it slide. She had only managed to get him to promise to use her name when they were alone and standing out in the courtyard hardly constituted being 'alone'.

The way he's speaking in general feels a bit off to her, but surely she's just imagining it.

"For me?" Lyn asks, accepting the vase gingerly. The Monastery is finally growing warm again and with it, the arrival of new life like these flowers. "Thank you, Kent. Did you grow these yourself? I've never seen any flowers like this before."

It's hard to call them beautiful when she has yet to see them bloom, but the unique nature of a flower that only blooms at night is charming in its own way. A flower that only opens to greet the stars... that's the kind of thing they write stories about. Hopefully the weather will be clear tonight so that the moon can shine down on the new addition to her windowsill.

She hadn't thought of Kent of much of a flower person, to be honest. He had gotten her a flower for the Day of Devotion in exchange for the flower she had gotten him, sure, but generally speaking, flowers were much more Sain's style. The Lance had gotten her flowers for her birthday, too, delicate little things that she had pressed to preserve at least a few of the petals. Perhaps it was a common interest between the two of them, then?

Before she can share any more of her thoughts, he cuts her off. (Another oddity.) He begs her to listen to the instructions for his gift all the way through, instructing her to think of him when she sees the flower bloom. It's a given that she would think of the person to give her the gift, but being asked to do so in such a forthright manner is a little embarrassing.

"A-alright. I will," she nods, a light dusting of pink gracing her cheeks, as well.

a kiss that says thank you

"That, my love, was for the glance we exchanged in battle. I could see it, but I felt it: your charming smile like petals afloat on a river. It brimmed on the edges of your lovely lips, just dying to be set free!"

"Why not give it what it wants?"

another kiss prompt (still accepting)

Selena, unfortunately, recalled the exact moment of which Sain spoke.

As he correctly retold it, they had been on the battlefield—a simple rout mission alongside other knights and unoccupied professors—when by nothing short of absolute chance, the soldiers parted to grant their eyes a moment to lock.

And as Sain correctly retold it, Selena did not smile.

She does not smile now either, rather more focused on the man’s sheer idiocy—really, does he have nothing better to do with his time than philander? But she is practiced in feigned complacency—giving looks that obscure their opposites.

“ ‘What it wants?’ ” (An echo, almost supposing the reality that he desired.) Fluorspar takes a step forward, placing a hand on the man’s chest—

(Selena had always wanted to try this.)

—and the fingers of her free hand invoke Thunder, a crackle that connects with ease given the proximity. As soon as it ends, she steps back, gaze immediately and undoubtedly sharpened:

“I held myself back then because we were comrades. I would suggest for your own safety that you do not try this again.”

@enarmor asked:

"Ah, Nayler!"

He knows it isn't her name. Sophia is what they had called the little shaman. But it's all too fun and nostalgic to use the identities they met with.

"These are for you! I caused you quite a bit of distress back there, so I figured I ought to apologize. When next we meet, how about we be friends?"

He sticks out his hand and offers her a bag big enough to fill his entire palm. Inside is a month's supply of sunflower seeds, their shells already painstakingly removed.

She knows his real name is Sain, just like he knows her real name is Sophia. Professor Kent had leaned over the railing during the trial to chide him with his true name, after all. They must be close if they could call on each other with such ease.

(If he is truly Professor Kent's companion, that puts her in a bit of an awkward position. The Elibe he is familiar with is one displaced in time for her.)

If he wants to call her by her role, though, then it is only fair that she responds in kind.

"...Captain?" Sophia tilts her head. "For... me?"

She accepts the bag gingerly and tugs on the drawstring to reveal the treasures inside: sunflower seeds. Quite the number of them, at that. Does... does he perhaps see her as some sort of bird or small woodland creature? Even after she threatened him with dark magic?

What a strange man.

"Um... thank you... sunflowers are... common in my village, so this... reminds me of home. I'm... very happy." Not that it shows on her face, but she clutches the bag to her chest like a precious gift. "Friends... I would... like that, I think."

"Ohhh how gorgeous! How radiant! I feel as though I've slipped into a puddle of your darling good looks!"

This is a new one. Sain has prided himself on giving his best shot with as many women as he can, casting a wide enough net bound to eventually score a catch. And unfortunately for Lumera, on this cold winter's morning, she quickly becomes the object of his desire. He saunters on closer, taking her hand into his. Subtle, yet amorous--showing that he is willing to both lead and follow, no matter how they dance.

"Please, allow me to dive right in. I am Sain--the Sain, the dashing Knight of Seiros! Would you permit me with the lovely name that accompanies your illustrious face? I'm sure it is one I shan't forget!"

Everything was so sudden-!

Lumera only wanted to introduce herself to her coworkers, but now she finds her hand being taken by the hand of one of the knights. "Why-- Thank you, I'm sorry this is all happening very quickly" What a way to introduce himself, the complment went well at least- her cheeks were colored a soft pink out of embrassment.

"Yes, Right, My name is Lumera. The pleasure is all mine" shaking his hand lightly "I did not know you were so well-known! Maybe... I am still out of the loop because this is the first time I've heard your name" She didnt mean it in a mean way- it was very much as sencere as Lumera could be.

I’m extremely happy to announce my first original light novel - Vapenheimers. Writing my own story has been a long overdue dream finally put into action and I have no word to describe how excited I am for this project and its prospects!

“Vapenheimers” is a DnD influenced magic-techno fantasy featuring my beloved OCs such as Unga-chan and Gorgon-chan as well as many new characters in a complex and lively universe. I will publish Vapenheimers’ early access exclusively on my Patreon for ALL tiers and you will also get access to the full HD versions of the illustrations used in every chapter if you subscribe to the Coloring Apprentice tier or above. I plan to post at least one chapter a month for Patrons’ early access and release it publicly exactly one month later.

I’m very much looking forward to this journey and hope to receive your full support! Let me know in the comments what you think about this project! Love you all!

Special thanks to Bel, Kori, Cal and Sain for helping with the production of the first chapter! You guys are the best!

CONTEXTE (Séoul, Mars 2024) Les regards du monde entier sont braqués sur la capitale sud-coréenne, BERCEAU DES HÉROS. Aujourd’hui, et comme tous les autres jours, les spectateurs ébahis assistent à des prouesses et à des sauvetages tous plus rocambolesques les uns que les autres. Ce matin, deux héros portent secours aux passagers d’un avion en perdition et retrouvent la terre ferme sains et saufs grâce à leur capacité à voler. Ce midi, les enfants s’émerveillent en regardant la compétition des héros les plus puissants, capables de soulever des camions d’une seule main sans trembler. Dans l’après-midi, on peut entendre les récits sur la prise d’otages déjouée par une héroïne douée d'invisibilité qui a pu prendre à revers les ravisseurs. Et ce soir, les foules se rendent au cinéma pour assister au nouveau blockbuster réunissant les héros les plus célèbres du moment. Toustes s’endormiront avec des étoiles plein les yeux, et se réveilleront encore demain pour assister à de nouvelles merveilles. “LES HÉROS SONT LES STARS DE NOTRE ÉPOQUE” titrent les journaux avec une grande facilité. Et ils ne sont jamais éloignés de la vérité. Sur vos écrans comme dans vos rues, iels sont partout, à presque en NORMALISER L’INCROYABLE. Et si un jour vous faites les frais de leur supériorité, vous vous souviendrez qu’ils ne sont finalement que des humains dotés de formidables capacités. Mais n’êtes-vous pas les coupables quand vous cherchez tant à les idéaliser ? CONCEPT BLINDING LIGHTS est un forum RPG de style capepunk qui se déroule à Séoul. Des événements trash, violents et/ou explicites pourront apparaître sur le forum, donc il est interdit aux moins de 18 ans. Le capepunk, c'est quoi ? Le capepunk est un sous-genre de la fiction superhéroïque qui traite du thème des superhéros d'une manière réaliste. Plutôt que de voir les superhéros sous le prisme de leurs actes héroïques, on les voit donc ici sous l'angle de leur côté humain, avec pour réflexion principale : Que feraient des êtres humains "normaux", avec leurs qualités et leurs défauts, s'ils possédaient des superpouvoirs ? Sur BLINDING LIGHTS, on s'intéresse en priorité aux dérives du pouvoir et aux problématiques humaines de personnages pourtant extraordinaires. Le capitalisme, la célébrité, la quête du pouvoir, l'injustice, et les inégalités sont donc au centre des thèmes abordés sur le forum. Ces thèmes seront récurrents sur BLINDING LIGHTS et rythmeront la vie de chacun.e. Notre souhait sur le forum est vraiment de déconstruire les histoires de superhéros classiques pour en faire quelque chose de plus humain. Les héro.ïne.s sont donc pour la plupart de véritables stars dans notre univers, et iels doivent apprendre à conjuguer leur vie privée avec un statut d'héro.ïne parfois difficile à supporter. Les personnages moralement gris, sombres, ou profondément tragiques sont les bienvenus sur le forum dans un souhait de permettre à chacun.e de jouer son personnage avec une grande liberté. Les personnages caricaturaux ou sensationnalistes sont également encouragés dans la mesure où RIEN N'EST "TOO MUCH" dans notre univers. BLINDING LIGHTS se veut un forum à intrigue évolutive où toustes jouent un rôle. En devenant l'un.e des héro.ïne.s de BLINDING LIGHTS, vous acceptez que chaque action de votre héro.ïne puisse avoir un impact sur l'ensemble du forum, et sur votre personnage. Chacune de vos décisions inrp entraînera forcément des répercussions, qu'elles soient positives ou négatives, et le forum - tout comme l'expérience de chacun.e - se verra évoluer en fonction des choix de chacun.e. L'intrigue générale pourra donc totalement progresser d'une façon inattendue selon les actions réalisées par vos personnages, et les intrigues nous permettront de faire évoluer l'histoire et Séoul en fonction de ce qui se passe dans la vie de tous les personnages.

Red and Green Satin

Dean Winchester x Reader

1600 Words

Written For: @spnchristmasbingo

Square Filled: Lingerie

Warnings: This is an 18+ fic. NSFW. Smut. 

It was a slow time of year for hunting, and you were grateful for it. It gave you a chance to recharge, to spend time with Dean without having to worry about catching the monster or getting killed. You weren’t sure if Monsters hibernated like bears, or if they hated the cold just as much as you did. 

Today was one of those relaxing days. While Dean was gone running some errands, you took the time to catch up on your reading. Lounging in the library, you ignored all the hardback, leather-covered books that you still needed to research, reaching for a romance from one of your favorite authors. 

With a cup of hot chocolate at your side, you dug into the story, immersing yourself in the tale of forbidden lovers and heroic escapades. At some point, you heard Dean come back to the bunker. He even came by, placing a kiss on the top of your head before taking your empty mug and leaving you to your reading.

Once the two characters finally realized their love for each other, you closed the book and stretched your back. Dean had left a sandwich by your side sometime during the day, and you munched on it as you made your way down the hallway and into the bedroom you shared with Dean.

Laying on the bed was a small white box wrapped with a silky red ribbon. Your name written in Dean’s cramped handwriting on the connected tag. You were curious, but also annoyed. The two of you had promised no gifts for Christmas this year.

Slowly pulling on the ribbon, you laid it on the side before lifting off the white lid. Inside, nestled in pink tissue paper were little scraps of red and green satin plaid tied together with gold ribbon. Holding the bottoms out, you weren’t even sure they would fit you, with the tiny triangle of fabric in the front, the three golden ribbons on each side, and the thin scrap that was the only piece of the back.

“Holy crap,” you whispered, setting it down to pick up the top. It had the same red and green satin fabric, mainly under the wire, wrapping around to the back. The cups were only half there, red sain, tied up like the big red bow on the package. You had never worn anything like this. It was much too skimpy. You liked to be covered, to hide all the scars, the cellulite, and stretch marks on your stomach and thighs. This would do nothing but highlight them.

You noticed a card hiding in the tissue paper, and with a shaky hand you pulled it out. ‘I know we said no Christmas presents this year. But I thought this would be for both of us. No pressure.”

No pressure. Just looking at it was pressure. Imagining what you would look like in it was pressure. Taking a deep breath, you started to shove it back in the box when you paused for a moment. A part of you wondered…wondered what it what be like to wear something like that. To be comfortable enough in your own skin to stand in that skimpy of outfit in front of the man you loved. A man who loved like Adonis himself.

Your curiosity got the better of you as you slipped out of your sweatpants and oversized shirt. Maybe you could try it on before Dean came to bed and let him know that it didn’t fit. Then he could return it, and you would never have to go through the humiliation of wearing it in front of him again. 

Your simple sports bra came off, along with your black panties. The satin of the lingerie felt smooth and soft against your skin as you struggled to pull it up your thighs. Finally, it was settled in place, the ribbon slightly rough against your skin. The bra was next, and you had a little more trouble with it. Getting it into place, you struggled to get the bow tied while supporting your generous breasts. Finally, the bow stayed tied, your girls pushed and piled high above the red ribbon. You were grateful that you had shaved that morning as you hesitantly stood in front of the mirror.

You tried to focus on the positives. How well the red and green highlighted your skin. Instead, your eyes went immediately to what you called the problem areas. Sighing in disappointment, you turned to take it back off when a loud whistle startled you.

“Damn, that even looks better than I expected,” Dean exclaimed as he leaned against the wall. “I hope you don’t mind.”

Crossing your arms over your chest did nothing but push your girls up even farther, pulling Dean’s gaze down. “Dean, you know I’m not a big fan of showing off my body,” you started to argue as he came forward. “I appreciate the gesture, but…,”

Your words faded away as his callused finger ran along the satin fabric, brushing the top of your breasts. “This is definitely a present I can’t wait to unwrap.”

“It’s a present you’ve seen before,” you retorted, but it ended in a whimper as his hand dipped down, following the gold ribbon from your hip to right in front where the tiny little green bow was perched. 

“And each and every time it’s like seeing it for the first time,” he answered as his hand pulled you tight against him. His green eyes were a darker, forest green as he leaned down, his lips ghosting against yours, driving you wild.

Suddenly it didn’t matter how exposed you felt in the skimpy lingerie. All that mattered was the feel of Dean’s arms around you, his lips rough against yours. Threading your fingers through his hair, you stood up on your tiptoes, your lips hot against his. 

Groaning against your skin, he picked you up, dropping you on the bed before stepping back. “Wow,” he whispered, kneeling between your legs, staring down at you. “How did I get so lucky?”

“No, how did I?” You argued as his finger traced the red bow on your breasts, tugging on it until it came untied. Pulling the fabric away, he greedily stared down at the present he had just unwrapped. “I definitely think I won here,” his voice was deeper, guttural as he leaned between your splayed legs, his hand resting warmly on the swell of your breast as his lips nestled against your neck. 

You weren’t about to argue as his thumb began a gentle caress of your pebbled nipple, pulling a soft groan from your lips. His lips left your skin long enough to join his thumb, his tongue swirling around the sensitive skin as his other hand skimmed down your belly, coming to rest on your satin covered mound. “As much as I love seeing these panties on you, I think it’s about time to unwrap my second part of the present.”

Your agreement was lifting your hips slightly off the bed so he could pull them down. They came off a lot easier than they went on, and you watched as Dean’s shirt and jeans joined them on the floor. “Much better,” he licked his lips as his hand continued it’s exploration down, rubbing against your most sensitive area. You were already warm and wet, turned on by the way he was looking at you and the feel of his callused fingers against your skin. 

He started to rub his finger against your nub when you pulled him back up for a kiss. “Need you,” you pleaded, wanting to skip the foreplay. Pushing on his shoulder until he was laying down, you straddled his waist. The red satin bow swung down, tickling his belly as you pulled his member from the slit in his boxers. Rubbing it along your slit, you groaned at the sensation before slipping the head inside. 

“Fuck me,” Dean groaned, his head tilted back, his teeth tugging on his lower lip. 

“That’s the point,” you chuckled, it ending in a moan as you sank down, filling yourself with his impressive girth. “Damn, that feels so good.”

Dean’s hands felt for and grasped your hips, helping you move up and down, creating a rhythm that worked for the both of you. Your head thrown back, you rocked up and down, loving the way he felt inside of you. 

One of Dean’s hands slid up your side, cupping your breast slightly rougher than before, rubbing your nipple between his fingers and you could feel the pressure building up low in your stomach. “Dean, I…, you moaned, wanting more. Needing more. Moving your hips faster, you ground against his hip bones before coming apart at the seams. 

Dean’s name left your lips in a screaming moan as you clenched around him, sending him over the edge as well. His hand grasped your hip tight enough to leave a bruise, yelling “Fuck,” loud enough for Sam to hear down the hall. 

Once the two of you stopped seeing stars, you laid down on your side beside him, his hand running up and down your arm gently. Both of you were half asleep, completely sated. “Well, I hope you enjoyed the present as much as I did,” he chuckled, using his other hand to play with the crumpled satin.

“Very much so,” you agreed, grateful that Dean had been able to pull you slightly away from your insecurities.

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Kak sleepy, can I call you kak? Hehe, cuman mau bilang kak sleepy talented banget. Bangga banget sebagai sesama Indo (bias lol). Kak sleepy emang udah hobi aja ya dari kecil menggambar dan apakah emang selalu kreatif? Udah sih itu aja. Keep up the good work. Thank you. Love and support always. Mwah!!! 😘

Haloo 😂😂 Makasyiii (❁´◡`❁)

Aku sendiri dari kecil emang udah hobi baca komik, dari Doraemon, Naruto, Kung Fu Boy, Miiko, dan kawan-kawannya aku hobi banget pokoknya.

Kalo gambar aku udah mulai dari lumayan kecil sih, dan aku lumayan obsessed sebenernya 💀 Kalo kelas aku selalu gambar sesuatu di buku tulis atau di buku sketsaku. Buku sketsa disita sama guru udah jadi langganan wkwkwkwk 😂 Kreatif itu relatif, tapi pastinya aku dulu masih payah gambarnya, tapi aku latihan latihan terus-terusan tiap hari.

Gambar itu iya ada bakatnya, tapi aku kayaknya gaada bakat gimana2 💀 Semua orang di keluargaku orang sains dan teknik, cuma aku doang yang nyasar jadi pekerja sendi sendiri hahaha. Just a kid obsessed with drawing honestly.

Thank you for asking and have a wonderful day!

i know you said hopes had negative character development for the cast, but who do you think is better in hopes than in houses?

Better like in better writing, or better as in I appreciate them more?

Without a doubt, I'd say Felix and Sylvain who are better in Nopes than their FE16 versions, and in a way... Rhea herself, thanks to having more screentime when she isn't PTSD'ing lol

Call it chauvinism, but Sylvain in Nopes was scrubbed out of everything that made him... unlikable/feel flat in Houses.

His sob story about people only wanting to fuck him for his title/crest really felt... straight out ripped from some High School AU, with John McChad acting like an ass because the only girls who want to date him are interested in his situation as a heir of his dad's big company, and not because they love him. Yay. Great. Perfectly what I'm looking for in my medieval fantasy game where you whack people with swords.

Add to that the focus on crusts being the supposedly only reason why people are lusting over him - and not because, hey, you're a member of one of the most important noble houses in the Kingdom - to play in the general "crust bad" orchestra that can lead on the Supreme path, and the fact it's never ever adressed, and we have... this, which completely, to me, hides the other parts of Sylvain's character - like being someone who thinks outside of the box and resolves to lessen the reliance on his relic to defend the border by... creating a situation where they'll be no tension at the border, aka, a peace with Sreng.

Now, Sylvain works so well in Nopes partly because all of his "wah ladies only want my penis because i'm rich :'( " is erased, so we see a character who takes his duties as the heir of Gautier seriously, assists his Lord and friends and bring "new ideas" to help everyone. Sylvain, under his frivolous appearance and behavior, actually thinks and learns and suggests a lot of things that are quite useful, a bit like a "what if Sain wasn't only interested in courtship, but was raised as a future lord and had insight and suggestions on what to do". So sure, it's not as quirky and memorable as John McChad's sophomore year of school, but it fits better, imo, in the FE series.

As for Felix, well, it's more or less the same, his entire "duh boar bad chivalry bad and stupid - but wait no don't die and i'm sorry to have hit you dad i liked you but I was too busy playing the tsundere that I never got to say it to you before you died" schtick felt... old and annoying in FE16.

Sure, Felix can have his own, personal feelings about Dimitri being a hidden boar, but Felix is also the only heir of Rodrigue, and will become the next Duke Fraldarius, aka the second most important person in the Kingdom after the King himself, and the one tasked to protect it. Should Felix completely ignore his feelings and do what is expected of him, or take his role seriously? No, and Nopes has him give some "boar this, boar that", but Felix isn't a petulant 16 years old who wants to be "edgy" anymore, Felix is the next Duke - something he never shied away from, especially in his FE16 paralogue! - and has to start learning the job, thinking about Faerghus in something else than small jabs thrown at Dimitri and how to protect its people and second the King.

Heck, Felix's support in Nopes with Dimitri where Dimitri confesses about the ghosts, where Felix tries to carry him, the more or less cutscene where the general feeling is him saying to Dimitri he can count and rely on them... Given how FE16's Felix was written, even in AM, I can't see it happen before Rodrigue's death... and yet, in AG, Rodrigue is still alive (his optional death doesn't change those scenes), so when FE16's Felix realises there were more important things to do to help both his friend and country and dad but he only noticed it too late because he was too busy... being edgy, Nopes has him drop the edgy act (not completely drop it though, else it wouldn't be Felix anymore!) and act (lel) as his FE16 self, but only, without needing his dad to die first.

As for Rhea...

Having more screentime seriously helps, just like being allowed to talk about non plot relevant things with someone else than Billy or about Billy, I gushed a lot about the Nabatean paralogue, but it depicts her relaxing with her family (pissing on the "u r the only person i can talk to myself not the archbishop" pandering shit from FE16 even if FEH pissed on it first) and making tiny baby steps at apologising and confessing part of her guilt (for something completely stupid like Seiros the Warrior "borrowing" Cichol's shield to gift it to Willy!) to a member of her family.

Would that mean she would have confessed about the rez Sothis plan to Seteth earlier on? I... don't know, don't think so, and we don't have enough interactions between the two.

Compared to FE16 where she is an oyster until Billy turns green and Seteth nags her again and again and again, here she willingly makes the first step to apologise... sure, it's for something silly and not, resurrecting their mother, but it feels like a small progression (tiny baby steps) from FE16 where she has to be reveal stuff due to forced circumstances.

I also like how it sort of teases (or maybe that's just me lol) Seteth realising that Rhea still misses days long past to an unhealthy degree (tfw too much nostalgia), or just, having to remind her twice that those days are gone. Would he later realise her strange nostalgia hides something more deep, and ultimately her wish to "return" to those days by resurrecting Sothis?

idk, it's fuel for HCs and AUs, but for what it's worth, this paralogue and Nopes in general help flesh out Rhea more than what FE16 does, aka tying 80% of her mentions/appearances to Billy and Sothis.

(hell, in Nopes, she finally has lines with Flayn!)