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The Totally Normal Girl of the Day is: TharjafromFire Emblem Heroes.
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The Thot Character of the Day is: Thrasir With Her Whole Dang Pussy OutfromFire Emblem Heroes
Today’s Thot Character of the Day is: The Alt-Stealing WhorefromFire Emblem Heroes
The Thot Character of the Day is FayefromFire Emblem Echoes: Shadows of Valentia
Soldiers, Bird Watching
Thank you so much for the support as always, @xpegasusuniverse! I had a blast writing this so I hope you like it :D
Summary: Robin was someone who usually kept to himself, so people never truly got close to him physically. He bathed in his quarters and always made sure to walk as composed as possible alongside the Prince (even though Chrom wasn’t a paramount of fashion), so much so that it left people wondering what he could be hiding under it all…
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The summers of Ylisse were usually a good middle ground between its two neighbors: not too hot like the Plegian desert, but still a great ways from the cold summers of Ferox. Honestly, it was a very comfortable land to live in, climate-wise.
The people weren’t used to wearing light clothing like the plegians did, so it was easy to see some people wearing long sleeves and thin coats during the dry season and immediately make the assumption that they were used to much higher temperatures.
Perhaps due to Robin’s still unknown plegian ancestry, he never felt uncomfortable during his time in Ylisse, even though he wore baggy and heavy clothing. Some of the Shepherds wondered if he was hiding a big scar or any kind of body deformity under all those layers since he almost never took his coat or shirt off in public.
(There was even a hidden bet among the men that never saw him take baths in the public bathrooms that he was hiding a big beer belly, but who was part of that bet and what it consisted of was debatable)
However, for the first time in a few decades, a heat wave strong enough to cross the mountains from Plegia landed in Ylisse with full force, making it one of the hottest summers the halidom had ever seen.
The plegian born felt right at home with their thin and revealing clothing, but most ylissean born people had to go around wearing less than usual.
Men fought to walk around shirtless (Vaike sassed every single one of them he passed by, comparing their muscles) or they would suffer heat strokes otherwise. Women wore string dresses at best, or, in Sully’s case, a very revealing crop top ahead of its time.
No one could beat her to force her to wear at least a camisole, so she basically joined the shirtless men in their protest to be allowed to walk around with their torso exposed.
Chrom, bless his soul, would join the protest himself if he hadn’t been recently crowned Exalt after the war with Plegia, so, frankly, he had more to worry about than dealing with the aftermath of half naked men. The heat wave itself was a cause of concern, so he and Robin spent tireless days coming up with strategies to mitigate its damage to the people and the land.
Of course, just because he was Exalt it didn’t mean that he was going to walk around wearing that stuffy coat and cloak in the middle of summer, so he was an adept of the half naked movement in spirit, at least.
Robin had laughed at his friend’s antics, though he, too, started to get bothered with the heat eventually. Thus, after a meeting, he went to take a walk around the south garden (which was the only one with a fountain big enough to house the overheated soldiers with room to spare) to refresh himself.
Along the way, he found his comrades wearing less and less clothes as he approached the water. Stahl waved from a shade, shirtless and sweating but at least eating some kind of cold dessert.
Gaius was lying down on a branch on top of the tree Stahl sat under, eating ice cream as his life depended on it.
Lon’qu was fully clothed, sitting in the middle of the fountain, right under the water jet, as if meditating — the heat hit him the hardest as a feroxi man.
Vaike wore a speedo (at that point, everyone gave up trying to make him wear anything remotely decent) and sat by the fountain as though he was tanning himself, but he waved loudly when Robin approached.
“Yo, tactical man! Finally cracked under the heat, eh” He wriggled his eyebrows.
Snorting, Robin nodded. “Yeah, I think I’ll follow your example for today,” he said, peeling off his coat.
“Oooh!” Vaike clapped once, but it was so loud it called the nearby men into attention. “We’ll finally see what’s under all that thick coat o’ yours!”
“Hm?” Robin frowned as he pulled his shirt overhead. “What? I wasn’t particularly hiding anything.”
The moment he let the shirt fall on top of the coat on the floor, all sound but the splash of the water stopped.
Some men tapped their neighbors while they grimaced and handed them coins.
Others looked annoyed for a moment and looked away, but most just snorted and nodded as though greeting a comrade in arms that had taken long to return home.
Sully arrived from behind the crowd at that moment, wearing her now usual crop top. “Yo, what’s the commotion all about- Holy shit, Robin, your TITS, man.”
While the audience was aghast at how well developed Robin’s body was under the coat, the tactician himself was dipping his head into the water, feeling refreshed as it slid down his neck once he went back up.
“Huh? My… what?” He covered his chest with both hands like a chaste maiden.
“I mean, they’re bigger than mine! And I work out a lot.” Sully slapped her chest proudly, which made Robin blush and look away.
“I uh, I don’t think my chest can be compared with yours- I mean, biologically-”
“Hey hey hehehey, wait a second right there!” Vaike sprung up in a flash. “MY tits are bigger than yours and you never said that to my face,” he pointed at his own chest proudly, shoving Robin to the side.
“I see your tits every damn day, Vaike. You’ll poke my eye out with your nipple someday.” Sully replied like that wasn’t the most ridiculous conversation one could have under the scorching sun.
Robin looked from one to the other like the spectator of a ball game, still covering his chest with both hands like he was posing for a painting. “I, uh, think I better g-”
“And so what? You never said that to me! He’s not even that big, c’mon, look-” Vaike pulled Robin’s hand that was about to reach out for his shirt on the ground.
“Whooaa, hey-”
“See?” Vaike placed Robin right beside him with their, well, tits aligned perfectly. “Say it to my face now!”
Sully crossed her arms, rolling her eyes at Vaike’s nonsense. “Why do you want me to say your tits are bigger so badly? I’m praising Robin’s tits here-”
“Please don’t say that, please don’t say it like that,” Robin repeated like a mantra, closing his eyes and accepting his fate as he wasn’t strong enough to escape the grip of either of the two.
Sadly, none of them listened.
Their back-and-forth got so intense that some of the soldiers around started repeating their words, making the gossip flow out of the south garden into the castle in a matter of minutes.
With ‘tits’ and ‘robin’ being thrown around so often, one would think that the soldiers were suddenly veryinto bird watching, so it would take at least a week for people to trace back the gossip to its actual source— or at least it would, but not unless Robin manages to bury it with strategic thinking.
He won’t allow Chrom or Frederick or Lissa to hear about this even if it meant buying a whole stock of sugar to shut up Gaius… If any of the three hear about it, Robin will never be able to forget how he got associated with yet another kind of bird. In the worst, worst way possible.