at the time I couldn’t appreciate this sweet silly choukei moment BUT NOW, I NOW CRY OSO ACTS LIKE A BIG BROTHER TALKING TO A LIL KID ALMOST, I exactly dont know how to feel about that but for the most part its….really cute
Request: Could you do one where you’re not super tomboy but you don’t usually wear “girly things” and to go undercover you have to wear a short black dress, basically what happens is a lot of tight spaces with you and dean and some accidental rubbing against each other here and there and it ends with some good smut where he basically just hikes up the skirt of your dress and you realize how convenient dresses can actually be
Warnings: Smut, language, lots of sexual tension, unprotected sex
“There’s no way in hell you’re going.” Dean shakes his head, not even considering the idea of you going on the case with them.
“Come on. You’ve been training me for months now, besides it’s not like we’ll be doing any actual fighting. It’s a goddamn dinner party. All we’ll be doing is socializing and stealing that dumb bracelet.” You argue.
You had been living with Sam and Dean for a few months now. They’ve been training you to be a hunter, but refuse to take you on any actual hunts yet. They keep saying that you just aren’t ready, despite kicking ass in training. Tonight they were supposed to be going to some fancy dinner party/auction at some fancy collector’s house, and you were desperate to go along.
“What if something goes wrong, huh? What are you going to do then?” Dean questions, obviously getting frustrated.
“Then I can be a helpful asset to the team! I know what I’m doing. I’m getting training from the best hunters in the country.” You beg.
“Dean, she has a good point. She’s going to have to start somewhere, and this is probably the best place to do that. The chances of anything going wrong are slim.” Sam defended you.
“What, both of you are going to gang up on me now?” Dean rolled his eyes. “Fine, you can go. But if you get hurt, I get to tell you that I told you so.”
“Ah!” You say in excitement. “Thank you!”
You’re not sure why Dean is so protective over you. You’re only a few years younger than Sam, not too big of a deal. You can take care of yourself. But ever since you moved in with them, Dean has been overly-protective of you, and honestly, it could be a bit much. You feel like he treats you like a little, helpless girl instead of the woman you are.
“But, those clothes are a no. You’re going to have to wear a dress.” Dean pointed to your outfit.
“I hate dresses. What’s wrong with my clothes?” You frown. You were wearing ripped skinny jeans and a flannel, nothing too fancy, but you wouldn’t consider it ugly. You like your clothing, even if it’s not the girliest.
“There’s nothing wrong with them,” Sam interjected, staring down Dean. “This event is just really fancy and we have to fit in.”
“I don’t even own a dress.” You realize. “Or heels. Or anything fancy, for that matter.”
“Guess you can’t go on the case then.” Dean sighed dramatically.
“You wish, Winchester.” You roll your eyes. “What time is the event?”
“I’ll be back later.” You glance at the clock, seeing that it was almost one in the afternoon. You definitely had time to run to the mall and grab some stuff before tonight.
A few hours later, you returned to the bunker with a few shopping bags in each hand. It had been a successful trip- you managed to find a relatively cute but not expensive dress that had matching heels, and also some earrings.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you carry shopping bags in your life.” Dean commented as you walked past them to go to your room.
“There’s a first for everything, right?” You shoved a couple bags in his arms, making him help you bring them to your room.
“You know, I’m not trying to be mean. I just don’t want to risk you getting hurt.”
“Dean.” You set the bags on your bed, turning around and looking at him in the eye. “You don’t have to act like my big brother. I’m okay. I can take care of myself.”
Dean looks at you, seeming like he wanted to say something, but he kept his mouth shut.
“I’ve got to start getting ready, so…” You trail off, implying that he needed to leave.
“It’s only four. It starts at seven.” He raises his eyebrows.
“Uh, trust me, girls take a long time to get ready. Now, get out.” You laugh, playfully shoving him out the door. He raises his hands in surrender, and closes the door behind him.
You are determined to look good tonight, to go all out. You rarely ever dressed up, hence why you didn’t have any nice clothing. This was probably the last time you’ll ever dress up as well, you hate dresses, so why not make the most of it?
You started out by taking a shower and making sure that you used your favorite body wash that left a good scent on you for hours. You normally only used it for when you were going on a date, but this is a special occasion.
You then blow-dryed your hair and curled it, which was a nice change from your usual ponytail you typically threw it in. Next you applied makeup, which was also a nice change from the bare face you normally sported. You have clear skin and decent eyelashes, so you didn’t think you needed makeup on a day to day basis. Tonight, you were rocking a smoky eye and red lip combo, thanks to the YouTube tutorials you had watched. You attempted to put on fake eyelashes, but they were a complete fail so you just went without them.
The last thing you did was put on your dress. You looked in the mirror and admired yourself once it was on. Man, is that dress sexy. It was a tight, bodycon style that stopped just below your butt, showing off all the right curves of your boy. Paired with the black heels, you looked good.
You were about to grab your purse when you hear a knocking on your door.
“Y/N? It’s almost seven, we’ve got to-“
You interrupt them by opening the door, revealing both Sam and Dean standing there. The reactions of both of their faces are priceless. Sam raised his eyebrows and glanced away, doing his signature nervous gulp. Dean, oh poor Dean, he didn’t know what had hit him. He couldn’t look away. He had never seen you look so… Good.
“You can take a picture if you want.” You tease, walking past them. They both cleared their throats and watched as you walked past them, not moving a muscle.
“You know, boys, we’re going to be late if you don’t get a move on it.” You say.
“Yeah yeah.” Dean mumbled, rushing to get to the impala.
The ride there was uncomfortable, to say the least. You couldn’t sit in the backseat since Dean hadn’t cleaned it, and you didn’t want to get anything on your dress. Sam was entirely too tall to sit back there, and there was no way in hell that Dean was letting either of you drive. So, that left you to be in your current predicament- squished between the both of them in the front seat.
Sam was polite enough to try and scoot over as far to the door as possible, which was nice. You had some room, but you were still basically attached to Dean on the hip. Your thighs were touching and your shoulders were bumping into each other, and no one said a word the entire ride there.
When you finally reached the house, you couldn’t be more happy to get out of that car. You stepped outside of the impala, enjoying the feeling of the warm summer air hitting your skin.
“How are we going to go about this?” You asked them, leaning against the impala. You couldn’t exactly go inside without a plan.
“The bracelet is inside one of the upstairs bedroom, inside the top drawer of one of the dressers. We’ll socialize for a little bit, whatever, and then I’ll excuse myself to the bathroom and go find the bracelet upstairs. You and Sam can keep watch downstairs.” Dean directed.
“Okay, sounds like a plan.” You say. You link arms with the both of them and walk inside the house, which was absolutely beautiful. You’re enchanted by architecture and all of the collections spread about the house. It was something out of a movie.
“Grab a glass of champagne. Fit in.” Dean whispered to you, not looking at you as he waved to a person across the room. You took a glass from the table behind you, taking a small sip as the person Dean waved to came over to the three of you.
“Hello! What brings you guests here today?” The man asks, all smiles. He must be the owner of the house.
“Just very interested in seeing what you have up for auction today, Sir. You have lovely collections.” You tell him, putting your charm on.
“Why, thank you!” He smiles.
“So, why don’t you tell me about some of these pieces? I’d love to know more.” You lie, hoping to keep the man’s interest long enough for Dean to sneak upstairs. It wasn’t exactly the plan, but it would work. You shoot Dean a look, and he gives you a thumbs up, and you can see him dash away upstairs.
“This piece of art work I got from Venice, isn’t it lovely?” He pointed to a painting.
“Yes, it certainly is.” You pretend to admire it.
He keeps on talking, and at some point you zone out. You look back over to where Sam was standing, hoping to see Dean standing there, but he wasn’t back yet. Odd.
You glance over to the other side of the room, and two men in bodyguard suits are talking, grabbing your attention. They keep glancing over to the stairs and over to Sam, and your heart drops. They must be suspicious.
“Excuse me, sir, but I am going to have to get back over to my friend. Thank you so much for telling me about the history of your painting.” You rushed. You didn’t wait for him to respond while you went over to Sam.
“Sam, those men are onto us. I have to go get Dean.” You say from a few feet away so the men don’t think you’re talking to him, so they think you’re just grabbing another glass of champagne.
“No, they are already staring you down. You take one step and they will follow you up there. They haven’t noticed I’m with you yet. I have to go.” You turn around, taking a sip of the champagne.
“Be careful.” Sam whispered, not daring to look at you.
You walk upstairs, making sure the men don’t notice you. They’re still watching Sam, thankfully. When you get up to the top, you see Dean standing in the hallway, closing one of the doors to the rooms.
“Did you get it yet?” You asked, running over to him, which is difficult in heels.
“No, there are so many goddamn rooms in this house, I’ve still got like five more rooms to check.” He says. “Why are you up here?” He questions.
“People are onto us. You need to hurry.”
Just as you say that, you can hear people walking up the stairs. You grab Dean and pull him behind one of the columns, just to where you two were out of sight to anyone walking in the hallway. You admit, the two of you were in a compromising position. He was leaned up against the column and you were pressed up against him, your head against his chest.
He goes to say something, but you press you hand against his mouth and raise a finger to your lips, indicating that he needs to be quiet.
“I don’t see anybody up here. You’re just being paranoid, Seb.” You hear a man’s voice booming from down the hallway. The voices trail away as well as their footsteps, and you peek your head around the corner.
“We’re clear.” You whisper. Your bodies are still pressed together, and Dean looks down at you, you feeling his hot breath against your skin. His eyes are sparkling and his arms are wrapped your waist- you admit, he looked really good.
“We, uh, we need to find the bracelet.” You say nervously, pushing yourself away from him.
“Right. The bracelet.” He nods, following you back into the hallway.
“I haven’t checked this room yet.” Dean points to a door, and you follow him inside. Just like the rest of the house, the room is absolutely beautiful.
You walk over to the dresser, pulling open the top drawer. A shiny bracelet with a blue stone in the center of it was set on top of a pillow, almost begging to be taken.
“This it?” You hold it up to Dean.
“Yes, thank god.” Dean shoves it in his tuxedo pocket.
You footsteps approaching the room, along with the same man’s voice from earlier. Panic fills your chest and you freeze. How are you supposed to explain this if they walk in? You can’t exactly just be like, ‘Hey, yeah we were stealing your jewelry. Excuse us.’
“Dean, kiss me.” You say.
“Wh-“ He begins, but you cut him off by pressing your mouth to his. He kisses you back immediately, sneaking his arms around your waist and bringing you into the same position you were in at the column. The door to the room opens, and you and Dean pull apart.
“Oh, we’re terribly sorry-“ The man apologizes, blush filling his cheeks.
“Yeah, you should be.” Dean snaps, and the door closes. The two men outside start mumbling and then they walk away.
“That was-“ Dean looks at you, an expression you can’t quite read.
“Yeah, fuck, that was close. Good thing I was here to save the day.” You joke.
“Yeah. Close.” He breathes heavily.
“We should leave now. Before someone realizes its missing.” You start to walk out the door. Dean is silent as he follows you back downstairs. Sam has a relieved look on his face when he sees the two of you coming back unharmed.
“I thought you were both screwed when I saw them go upstairs.” Sam says, the three of you walking back to the impala.
“Yeah, we came close to getting caught. They opened the door while we were in the room grabbing it.” You slide into the car, back into your uncomfortable middle seat.
“How’d you manage to get out of that one?” Sam looks shocked. Dean grunts, and sits down to your left to start the car. His hand landing on your thigh doesn’t go unnoticed.
“Said we were looking for the bathroom.” You lie. You’re not sure why you just lied to Sam, but the feeling of Dean’s hand inching up your thigh was not a feeling you ever thought you’d get from Dean. Sure, he’s attractive, but you had never really thought of him that way before… Not until tonight.
The drive back to the bunker was ten times more uncomfortable than the drive there. Dean’s hand never left your thigh, but the minute it would get to the hem your dress, he would bring his hand back down to your knee, repeating the process. Your breath was hitching and you were sure that you were soaking through your underwear. If Sam noticed what was going on, he never said anything. He just kept his eyes focused on the window the entire time.
The minute you got to the bunker, Sam shot out of the car and went to his room, looking uncomfortable. Oh, he knew.
“Y/N, we have to talk…” Dean sets the keys down on the kitchen table.
“Look, it was just purely for business-“
“No, it wasn’t. You felt it, too. And I could tell how turned on you were in the car.” Dean walked up closer to you, pinning you up against the kitchen counter. “Remember earlier today when you told me that I think of you as a little sister?” He fiddled with the hem of your dress.
You nodded, unable to form any words.
“You couldn’t be any further from the truth.”
He smashed his lips against yours, his kiss full of lust and need. He lifts you onto the counter, not breaking the kiss as he lifts your dress up past your hips, revealing your black lace thong.
“This is pretty.” He says, and he brings his head down to your lower area. He takes your thong between his teeth, bringing the lacy material down your legs and onto the floor.
It was the most erotic thing you’d probably ever seen.
Dean starts planting kisses up your legs, starting from your calves and stopping right at your upper thigh.
“Dean, please, stop teasing.” You breathe out, desperate for more.
“Be patient, baby girl.” He mumbled against your skin, and finally his lips pressed to your clit. You moan, the feeling of his tongue on you radiating throughout your body. He enters a finger inside of you, making you moan even louder. You clamp your hand over your mouth, but Dean reached up and moved your hand.
“Don’t. I want to hear you.” He smirked, entering a second finger. With the rate he was going, you weren’t going to last very long.
“Fuck, Dean, I’m going to cum.” You’re a moaning mess, and he picks up his pace. You clench around his fingers, coming around him. Dean removes his fingers and puts them in his mouth, licking them clean.
“You taste so sweet.” He gets up, giving you a deep kiss. You’d never had a man kiss you after eating you out, but man, did it turn you on even more. Or maybe it was just Dean.
You brought your hand to his pants, palming his hard erection through the clothing. He groaned, and you started to fumble with his belt. Sliding it off, you pulled down his pants and his boxers in one motion, leaving his hard member in your hands.
“Damn, Dean.” You commented. He was perfect. He positioned himself with your entrance, and entered himself slowly.
“Fuck,” Dean hisses, throwing his head back in pleasure. He starts to move at a faster pace, the only sounds in the room being both of your moans and skin slapping together.
“I’m going to cum again,” You tell him, the pleasure you’re experiencing being more than any you ever had. The man knows what he’s doing.
“Cum, Y/N, cum on my cock.” Dean says, and this brings you to your second orgasm. The feeling of your walls clenching around him made Dean reach his orgasm as well, his warm spurts filling your insides.
“Holy fuck.” Dean breathes out, pulling out of you. He grabs a towel from the drawer beside you, wiping the two of you off.
“That was…” You trail off, unable to find words.
“You were great.” Dean tosses the towel across the room, it landing right in front of the laundry room. You hop off the kitchen counter, and Dean hands you your thong.
“Sam’s gonna be pissed you just used a nice towel.” You laugh. You slide your underwear back on, and you pull your dress back down your body.
“Worth it.” Dean smiles at you, kissing you once more.
“You know,” you pull away. “Dresses are way more convenient than I remember.”
Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Little sister! Reader; Ron Weasley x Reader
Requested: Yes! I hope you like it.
Anonymous Requested: Hello, i was wondering if you could write something envolving Draco having a little sister ? :)
The two of you were known as the Prince and Princess of Slytherin because you were Malfoy’s. Even though you and Draco varied vastly in your personalities, you were quite close. You told him everything, well, almost everything. He didn’t know that you were dating Ron Weasley. You didn’t have any intentions of telling him either. Knowing Draco, he’d be a total drama queen and tell your father, who in turn would disown you. No, you’d rather just keep your relationship a secret until you got married or broke up.
You loved Ron. You loved him with all your heart, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to tell your brother even though you really wanted him to know. You felt dirty keeping secrets from him. As you and Ron sat in the Room of Requirement one night, he noticed that you’d gone completely quiet.
“What’s with you, (Y/N)?” He asked, turning to look at you.
“I don’t like keeping things from Draco. He’s my big brother and I usually tell him everything, ya know. I just feel weird not telling him about us,” You admitted, threading your fingers through Ron’s. He gave you a sympathetic look.
“What did you tell your brothers when you started dating me? I mean, I can’t imagine that they were too keen on you dating a Malfoy,” You said, fully turning to face him. He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed.
“I told them that you weren’t like the rest of your family,” He said.
“Well, I don’t think that will work with my brother,” You said, leaning towards him. He ran his fingers through your hair in a comforting manner.
“No, I don’t reckon it would.” You snuggled into him again, still trying to think of ways to tell your brother and not get thrown out of the family.
The months went on and you still managed to keep from telling Draco. You could tell that he knew you were hiding something, especially when you entered the common room way after curfew. Tonight was like all the rest, you were coming into the common room well after midnight after spending hours with Ron. You came to a halt when you were met with your brother sitting in an arm chair, watching the door.
“And just where have you been, (Y/N) Malfoy?” He asked, sounding a lot like your father. You swallowed thickly; your mind rushed to come up with a lie.
“Oh, ya know, out?” You said. It came out as more of a question than an answer. He raised an eyebrow. You’d seen that look on your father more than once and it never ended well for you.
“Oh? Who were you with, may I ask?” He asked, crossing his arms.
“You may not.” With that, you made a run for the girls dorm. Draco caught your arm easily and swung you into the chair he’d been sitting in. You glared at him, trying to get up. He wouldn’t let you. Every time you stood up, he pushed you back into the chair.
“Who were you with,” He demanded. You looked down and played with your fingers.
“None of your business,” You said, quietly.
“I’m your older brother. It’s very much my business when my baby sister comes into the common room at one thirty in the morning every night for months,” He said in a stern voice. You ran your fingers through your hair. You really didn’t want to lie to him any more, but you were still scared that you’d get disowned and lose him. You bit your lip and said nothing.
“I’ll ask you one more time, who were you with, (Y/N)?” He asked.
“I can’t tell you.” He blinked at you. This was his first time ever hearing you say something like that to him.
“What’d you mean you can’t tell me?” He snapped, indignantly.
“I just can’t,” You murmured, starting to tear up. Panic spread over your brother’s pale face as you began to cry. It wasn’t often that you cried so, when you did, he knew that it was a big deal.
“Is someone forcing you to keep quiet? If they are I’ll curse them into oblivion,” He growled, gripping your shoulders tightly. You shook your head, letting out a soft sob. His face softened and he began to look more like Mother, who you always liked more than your father. He began to pet your hair soothingly as he hugged you to him.
“Y-You’d hate m-me-e-e,” You hiccupped.
“You’re my little sister. Nothing will ever make me hate you,” He said, gently. You sobbed loudly.
“Y-You will! T-Then you’ll tell F-F-Father and h-he’ll dis-o-own me-e!” You wailed. Draco held your close to him, making you more upset for the time being.
“What the hell are you talking about? Why would Father disown you?” He asked, holding you at arms length. You wiped the tears from your red cheeks and took a deep breath.
“I’ve been dating Ron Weasley,” You sniffled. His eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“You’re dating a Weasley?” He asked. You couldn’t tell exactly how he felt about it. All the emotion had been taken from his voice and it worried you. You nodded, slowly.
“Before you get mad, I just want you to know that Ron makes me really happy. I love him so much, but I don’t want to give up my family,” You said, voice raw from crying. Draco scanned your face for a moment then sighed.
“You’re happy?” He asked. You nodded frantically.
“Happier than I’ve ever been,” You confirmed.
“He treats you well?” He asked. Again you nodded. Sighing, his gray eyes locked with yours and he rubbed the back of his neck.
“What?” You asked, nervousness creeping into your voice. Sure you felt a little better now that you weren’t lying to him, but you were still scared that he’d tell Father and you’d be history.
“I don’t like it,” He said, finally. You watched him and hoped that there was more to that sentence. “But, I suppose if Weasel-B makes you happy, I’ll just have to deal with it.”
“So, you’re not going to tell Father?” You asked. He shook his head.
“No, I’m not going to tell Father,” He sighed. Grinning, you threw yourself at him, hugging him hard.
“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Oh, Draco, thank you so much!” You squealed. He shushed you, seeing as it was nearly two thirty now. He smiled at you in his usual brotherly manner and ruffled your hair.
“Yeah, yeah. Don’t go around telling people that I’m nice, got it,” He said, jokingly. You giggled, making an ‘x’ over your heart.
“Cross my heart and hope to die.” He chuckled, patting you on the head one last time.
“Good. Now go to bed, we have classes tomorrow,” He said, giving you a little push towards the girls dorms. You smiled again.
“Night, Dray,” You called.
“Goodnight, (Y/N),” He said, trailing up his own set of stairs.
Later the next day, Draco caught Ron on his way to dinner and pulled him to the side. Ron glared at him, ready for a fight. The blond rolled his eyes then looked around to make sure that no one was listening to them.
“Alright, Weasley, if my sister sheds even a single tear over you, I’ll kill you with my bare hands,” He threatened. Ron blinked at him, confused.
“She told you?” He asked, stupidly.
“No, you git, I asked the bloody portrait. What do you think?” He growled. Ron glared at him.
“Shut up, Malfoy.” The two stared each other down for a few seconds before backing off.
“As I said, make her cry and I will end you,” He said, formally. Ron nodded once.
In the next few weeks, I manage to not only fly under the radar of Jamie, but also Tyler and even my parents who came to visit.
By the time the start of the 2017-18 season begins, I’m eight months pregnant and exhausted. I’ve been placed on medical -”maternity”, as the trainer called it- leave with the Texas Stars after I’ve had a severe fainting spell in the middle of one of the games.
Disclaimer: M!Corrin has been summoned after the death of
Queen Mikoto and before choosing a path.
Nowi: Ha-ha! I’ve finally found him! Now… quietly… very
Nowi: GOOD MORNING, DRAGON PRINCE!
Nowi: *laughing* Got you! Hahaha, you jumped so high! Did you really
not hear me coming?
Corrin: W-what was that for?! You’re Nowi, right? Couldn’t you
approach me in a more normal fashion?
Nowi: Of course I could. I just thought it wouldn’t be as funny.
*pouting* Hey, you didn’t even wish me ‘good morning’ back! That’s
not very princely of you. I looked everywhere for you!
Corrin: But you’re the one who– Oh, nevermind. Good morning. That’s
as “princely” as I can get right now with my heart beating in my
Nowi: That’s good enough for me!
Corrin: Glad to hear that. So, why were you looking for me?
Nowi: Because I was curious, of course! Ever since I was summoned,
I’ve been wanting to see you!
Corrin: Really? I did not know. If I may ask, why are you curious of
Nowi: Because you’re a dragon prince, silly! You and I can both turn
Corrin: You too? Who told you that I–
Nowi: I got paired up with your little sister for training this
morning! As soon as I took my Dragonstone out of my bag, her eyes lit
up. “My big brother has a stone that looks just like this one!”,
she said. But according to her, our dragon forms don’t look alike at
all. So I got even more curious about you, dragon prince!
Corrin: I see… Is that why you keep calling me “dragon prince”?
Nowi: Partly! Dragons are great, but what’s even better than a
Corrin: Um… two dragons?
Nowi: True, but in this case, the correct answer is “a royal
dragon”! And you’re both a dragon and a prince! A dragon prince!
Plus you’re the first male Manakete I’ve met in a long, long time!
Corrin: Is that so…
Nowi: Not feeling very talkative, are we? It’s okay! Say, how about
we show each other our dragon forms? I want to see just how different
Corrin: Um… Maybe another time, Nowi. I have… something other
than that to do. Good day.
Nowi: Huh? Hey, wait! Dragon priiince!… And he’s gone. Humpf! Maybe
I was too pushy…
[Corrin and Nowi have reached support rank C.]
Nowi: Dragon prince, found you! So that’s where you were hiding!
Corrin: Oh, hello, Nowi. How was training?
Nowi: Fun! The Summoner is very happy with me and we finished early!
Which is why I was able to watch your training.
Nowi: *pouting* And let me tell you, I was very, very disappointed.
Corrin: Beg pardon? (Y/n) seemed pleased of my swordmanship, if I
Nowi: But the sword! That’s exactly what was disappointing! I
was expecting you to–
Corrin: Turn into a dragon.
Nowi: Exactly! So why didn’t you? Fae, Clarine and Ephraim were with
you, so don’t tell me it was sword training only. And if your
swordmanship is that good, then you don’t need to work so hard on it.
I mean, you were good, don’t get me wrong. But could you
please drop the sword next time? I really want to see how you look as
a dragon! I’ve been dreaming about it and then, when I wake up, I
can’t even remember–
Corrin: Nowi, listen. I won’t turn into a dragon. Ever. I’m sorry to
disappoint but I just won’t.
Nowi: What? Why?
Corrin: I can’t. As simple as that.
Nowi: What do you mean, you can’t? You have pointy ears and a
Dragonstone and your tail appears when you attack! A weird-looking
tail, by the way, not like mine at all. You’re definitely a dragon!
Corrin: Well, yes, but… Sorry, let me rephrase it. It’s not that I
can’t transform; it’s that I don’t know how to.
Nowi: Huh? You don’t? But… how is that even possible? It’s like
riding a horse! You never forget how to do it!
Corrin: It’s… complicated. I never knew I could turn into a dragon
before a few weeks ago. I spent my whole life until now thinking I
was a regular human being. All my siblings possess abilities only
Nohrian and Hoshidan royals do but, as it turned out, I am the only
one able to become a dragon. And I’ve only transformed once. By
accident. So there’s that too.
Nowi: Oh… I see… That explains everything. But still, you said
you managed to transform once. Can’t you, like, recreate the same
conditions that made you transform so you can do it again?
Corrin: I… transformed because my mother died.
Nowi: … Well, this is awkward.
Nowi: I’m so sorry! I didn’t think it would be such a touchy topic!
Corrin: It’s okay, Nowi. No offence taken. To be honest, I don’t
remember much… Rage and despair washing over me. Need to kill,
destroy, crush. A headache. I was so furious I couldn’t hear myself
screaming. When I looked at my hands, they were turning into…
something else. I just recall thinking “Hands are not supposed to
do this”. And I think I heard my bones making noises. Even after I
killed all enemies in sight, the anger stayed. When a friend tried to
calm me down, I… I hurt her.
Nowi: … So now you’re scared to transform again.
Corrin: … Yes.
Nowi: … Well, you know what? I’m going to teach you how to turn
into a dragon and make it a peaceful, happy experience! So you won’t
be scared anymore!
Corrin: Um, come again?
Nowi: It’s decided! For now, you’re just a regular prince, but with
my help you’ll soon be a real dragon prince! Oh, I’ve never been a
teacher before, this is gonna be so much fun!
Corrin: Nowi, please, I don’t think it's–
Nowi: I have to tell Commander Anna and (y/n) about this! I’m sure
they will agree! I’ll let you know when everything is ready, dragon
Corrin: … My name is Corrin, you know. Gods, what have I gotten
[Corrin and Nowi have reached support rank B.]
Nowi: Alright, Nowi’s Super Special Dragon Training is about to
start! Is my student ready?
Corrin: I… guess. To be frank, I’m still unsure about this.
Nowi: Oh, come on! Everything is going to be okay. We’re going to
work together on whatever your issues are, then you’re gonna
successfully transform, love it, and become my playmate. See? It’s
Corrin: Um… If you say so… How do we do this then?
Nowi: No worries, it’s easy! Hold your Dragonstone firmly in one hand
and let’s start by step one: how do you feel?
Corrin: Right now? Rather unsure of where this is going.
Nowi: No, silly! I meant, how do you feel about turning into a
Corrin: Oh. Anxious.
Corrin: Well, from what I remember, the transformation… hurt a lot.
Nowi: Really? That’s weird. It never hurts for me. Maybe because it
was your first time? The circumstances can have various effects, I
suppose. Here, let me show you!
[An hour later…]
Corrin: *panting* Nowi… with all due respect… I think we should
call it a day…
Nowi: I don’t understand! Why can’t you transform?! You had the head,
the horns, the tail and one arm, but every time your body stays human
in shape. I’m so sorry, Corrin… Are you okay?
Corrin: Yes, just… tired. My limbs feel numb. Heh. I’m not that
much of a “dragon prince”, am I?
Nowi: No, don’t say that! It’s way too early to give up! I’m sure you
can do it. All you need is time and training. And lots of
encouragement. Which I am more than willing to provide!
Corrin: Are you sure? You seemed so eager to compare our dragon
forms, I’d hate to disappoint you…
Nowi: *laughs* No need to worry! I did see your horns, head and one
paw, remember? They all looked so cool! Very different from mine,
both in colours and shapes! Actually, even your Dragonstone doesn’t
quite look like mine.
Corrin: Yes, I noticed. Your transformation looks different as well.
It’s so… elegant. You look etheral, Nowi.
Nowi: Wow! Ethereal, really? I don’t think I’ve ever been told this,
even in a thousand years! Thank you, Corrin!
Corrin: … Did you just say “a thousand years”?
[Corrin and Nowi have reached support rank A.]
Nowi: Corrin, Corrin!
Corrin: Nowi? What are you doing here? You should be at the
Nowi: But I’m fine! Look, the healers patched me up, I’m good as new!
Besides, I came to thank you. I was careless. I didn’t see this
Emblian soldier creeping behind my back. Had you not been here, I
could have… So thank you.
Corrin: Please don’t mention it. I’m just glad you’re okay. By the
way, did you see it? I did it! I changed into a dragon.
Nowi: Yes, about that… I also wanted to apologize.
Corrin: Huh? What for?
Nowi: Well, you turned into a dragon to save me… I promised to make
your next transformation a happy experience, remember? And instead, I
just… made it another painful, fear-induced one. I’m sorry, Corrin!
This is not how I wanted it to be…
Corrin: Come now, Nowi. This was a wonderful experience.
Nowi: What do you mean?
Corrin: The first time, I transformed because my mother was killed. I
felt powerless, miserable and angry. But you were still alive, Nowi.
There was still something I could do to protect you. I felt anger…
but I also felt able. I-it’s hard to explain… I just… I
couldn’t lose you.
Corrin: Oh! I said that out loud, didn’t I?
Nowi: Corrin, how long will you live?
Corrin: Huh? I… don’t know? For a good while, I hope.
Nowi: No, I mean, do you have a human lifespan?
Corrin: I… guess? Since I aged normally until now, I suppose I do.
Nowi: Are you sure? Are you positive that you have a human
Corrin: Nowi, what is this about?
Nowi: This is about you being the most handsome dragon in existence,
the kindest person I’ve met in a long time, and me falling in love
with you. So I don’t want you to die on me.
Corrin: You– I– I mean… I was going to say it, you know? I love
you too, Nowi. And… that’s why I’m sorry, I can’t say I won’t die
one day. But that’s not what matters right now. We’ve just confessed
and you’re already thinking about the moment we’ll be separated.
There are so many happy memories waiting to be made before that.
Nowi: Now is now and later is later, huh? Right. That’s what my
friends in the Shepherds taught me. Thank you for reminding me,
Nowi: And now that we’re lovers, let’s play!
Corrin: Right now? Um, don’t you want to go buy rings or something–