I have no idea where this will likely be going, to be honest. It will likely compile of a variety of lemons, drabbles, kinks, and so on. I will take requests, so feel free to comment who you want below.
I will put a warning at the start of a chapter...
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( All Credit Goes To The Artist of This Image. I Take No Claim Of Ownership. Also, Take Hint There Is an NSFW warning, so if you are under 16-18, whatever the hell it is, be aware this contains mature content. I also haven't written Lemon/Smut in a while, so deal. Also, I fucking suck at coming up with story titles. Anyhow, onwards... )
The light-haired Princess trudged sluggishly into the familiar astral plane, fatigue and exhaustion nipping away carelessly at her sore muscles. Corrin's head drooped downwards at the pavement beneath the slight pang of her aching feet, and the Nohrian solely desired to slip into her living quarters unnoticed. As the woman's blistered hands attached to the small home's oak ladder, she recalled the training she had partaken in today. The cardio and intense sparring sessions had drained Corrin of a vast amount of her energy throughout the lengthy day, and she vaguely remembered how she had been on the brink of calling it quits. But for a royal being whose blood ran thick with that of the ancient dragons, Corrin had persuaded herself that this wasn't anything close to the brutality that was offered upon the battlefield she had grown so accustomed to as of late. What the Princess hadn't grown conscious of was that she stood at the wooden door of her home, and snapped free of her distracting trance, walking in to the comfort of her own home.
At complete ease that she was in the serene tranquility of a haven where she blatantly could do whatever she pleased, Corrin sauntered pleasantly over to her bed, leg limbs dangling freely over the side of the red-velvet sheeted king-sized bed. The girl simply hoped to allow herself to de-stress, and bathe in relaxation of her own free will. Every single ounce of her wish had been fulfilled, and coordinating quite pleasantly until a soft knock emanated from the direction of the front door. What member of the army could have the guts to pester her at the late hours of the evening, when it was typically when everyone gathered in the Mess Hall to prepare dinner? Reluctantly, Corrin's lips let loose a whispy sigh as she coaxed herself off the bed, and hesitantly walked over to the door, opening it with just as much refusal.
It had been the person the Royal had least expected, out of all the Units: the retainer to her brother, Niles. Corrin had figured to herself that Niles couldn't have the upmost light intentions at the moment, judging by the rather stern glint in the male's singular blue orb. The female had remained frozen in place at the doorway, and it was quite obvious to the visitor that she'd been taken aback by his presence. He went about by brushing it off as Corrin displaying an odd behavior, and quietly walked in, before clearing his throat to speak.
"Lady Corrin," the outlaw spoke in his usual, sly tone. "The others and I couldn't help but realize you were nowhere to be seen at this evening's meal. Care to explain why?" He arched an eyebrow as he threw forth the question upon the Princess, who had closed the door to face the man.
"I don't think everyone truly minded, as I addressed with them I would be resting early tonight, and was not finding any sort of appetite in me," the white-haired maiden explained thoroughly, seemingly flustered that the other had tried to refer to everyone else, rather than just himself. "Were you perhaps not listening, Niles, and chose to come here to harass me like you do the other members as well?" Corrin questioned Niles seriously, and she could've sworn that out of the corner of her eye, she'd caught him squirm just a wriggle. Not another word or sound slipped from Niles' mouth, and with that, Corrin concluded that her guess was as accurate as things could get, to which she murmured. "So I am right..."
