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ajokeformur-ray · 3 years

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Is Jareth one of your f/o? 🥺 If you want to share ❤️

Hello, darling!💜

Thank you so much for this ask; I do love sharing things like this with people!!!💙🌸 Please know that you or anyone else can always share F/O things with me as well, if you would like to!💗

I’m not sure how to answer this question because my feelings for Jareth are very complex and beyond words. So I’ve just word vomited below the cut and if anyone has an opinion on what my feelings are, then I would genuinely love to hear about it. (Also if anyone has any thoughts on Jareth’s perspective of this then I’d love to hear those too - I’m happy to write something for you or anyone else if you do as a thank you!👀)

If you've seen any of my posts over the last week or so then you've me gushing over Jareth and all of those things are true but they also pale in comparison to the way my heart squeezes in my chest to the extent where it hurts (in the best of ways) every time I see him.

When I say that he's in my earliest memories, I mean it. I have memories of black cats, bright yellow and teal walls (it was a nicer colour scheme than it probably sounds) and popcorn which my mum made herself, and she and I cuddling up together with my other siblings on the sofa to watch Labyrinth every day after school. I would come home and immediately begin to ask mum "can I go see kingy now? Can we? Please?" with enthusiasm to match my age and she'd roll her eyes but she always put it on for us every night. I would throw tantrums as a child if she wouldn't let us watch Labyrinth - to be sure, there were nights she said no because I threw a tantrum, but mum has always known how much Jareth comforts me, and so in the morning we would watch it after breakfast, and once I'd apologised. I had to earn Jareth back in those instances. I know now that mum was just teaching me deferred gratification and the importance of apologising when it's necessary, and she'd reward me with what I wanted once I'd done that.

One year for my birthday mum bought me a crystal ball and she told me to "hold it tight and make a wish" whenever I got sad and more often that not, I would try to wish myself away - not because I didn't like being at home - I loved that house, and I cherish my mum, though we don't always see eye to eye - but because I wanted to see Jareth. I would cuddle it in bed and wish that Jareth would materialise, sit at the end of my bed and croon As The World Falls Down to me as I fell asleep. It's been my lullaby for my entire life and as a twenty-three year old, I still very much prefer to sleep with that song playing on a loop.

My point is, Jareth has literally been with me for my entire life. He has seen the good, the bad, the downright ugly... for as long as I can remember, he's been this untouchable figure in the back of my mind and when my F/Os can't help or if there's a certain place within my heart which is cut and bleeding, Jareth will be the one I turn to, and he will be the one to catch my fall, even if I don't know I'm falling. Sometimes, like this week, I’ll just watch Labyrinth over and over and over and the more I see it, the more I miss Jareth and I do become quite... clingy. I can never have enough of him. I have wished myself away to him hundreds of times over the years and though he's obviously never answered me, I still yearn to be able to tell him all of these things. I'm sure he would find me annoying, especially when I get clingy like this week, but a part of me likes to think he'd be flattered, too.

I don't know if Jareth is an F/O, nonnie. I have known him for so, so long and when I was a teenager, I wanted to have Jareth be an F/O of mine (I've been a self-shipper for my entire life, even before I knew what that meant; it comes naturally to me), but I felt a little strange about it because he's been with me for my whole life. I cover my face because my smile is so wide that it hurts my face when I see Jareth. I get upset if I have one of his soothing and hypnotic songs stuck in my head but I'm not able to listen to it at that time. I have watched Labyrinth seventeen times this week and it's Friday (I watched it six times this Wednesday because I just couldn't get enough of Jareth - every time the end credits rolled, I started the film again). I lay down at night and don't want to put my phone down because it means I have to wait until morning to see Jareth and that makes me want to cry. I fall asleep listening to his songs because he makes me feel safe and secure; like I'm that same girl he's always known. I lay down and I think of him holding me and my head nuzzles against my pillow like he's actually there even though I'm painfully aware of the fact that I'm all alone and he's not here.

Sometimes, I don't know what I'm feeling or how to help myself. If I open up to my mum about it, she just smiles knowingly and says, "go home, Erika, go see Jareth". I'll do as she says and more often than not, the second I see him, I realise that he was what I was needing most of all. My mum's always been big on making sure that her children know how to take care of themselves and how to make sure that they have their needs, whatever they may be, met, and she's never let me forget how important Jareth is to me. I always make sure to thank her for reminding me every time she does. My mum's magical.🥺

I love Jareth (romantic? Platonic? I know not). So, so much. He's my light in the dark, my safety and my security and someone I have always looked up to and admired. There's lots of lessons in his world and I like to think that over the years, he's taught me many of them. He is a deep comfort to me and I... when I see him, I can't look away. It's like I'm entranced by him (hah!) and by his magic. He's.... just so handsome and sassy, sardonic and, oh, so good at playing the role he's assigned. But he's lonely, too, and that breaks my fragile, mortal heart.

Jareth has always been beside me and I know that he always will be. It's only forever, not long at all, and though I'm unsure of how to describe my feelings for him, I hope that this post is enough. Maybe you, dear reader, have a better idea than I do. Jareth isn't an F/O of mine (should he be?) but he's definitely a very important part of me and of my identity. I wouldn't be who I am without him. He fills me with a bittersweet melancholy and a sense of inner peace which I've never found anywhere else. Can I just sink into everything that he is and all of his music and never resurface, please? 🥰💛

#nonnie #jareth #labyrinth #self-shipping

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alphasmoonlit-selfships · 3 years

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5, 10, and 15 for either Atsushi or Jason for the domestic f/o ask game! I’m feeling extra generous today. You’re welcome. 😉💕💓💖💞💝

(@rose-wine-selfships 🌹🍷✨)

🥺💖🥺 Bless you @rose-wine-selfships 🥺💖🥺 honestly do excuse me I didn’t see this till like this afternoon ;;w;;

Ah, my beaus 🥺🥰 Imma go ahead and speak on both of them because I am in dear need to just speak on both of them 🥺♥️ my heart beats with amore UwU do hope you bare through my rambles ✨😚 I also don’t do the asks as often as I should and really just want to speak about my f/os when I have the chance!

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5.) Who’s more spontaneous? Would your f/o randomly want to go on a midnight drive out in town or would they be the one to complain that they’re tired?

I feel like Atsushi is definitely more spontaneous in AtsuDany relationship, he is the one to kind of abruptly ask without thinking about it. Such as suggesting to go for a walk in the middle of the night or maybe go to the pier to watch the sunset. He kind of asks simply, especially when I am the most stressed and feeling bad anxiety 🥲 I have taken notice how often it happens when a simple moment to break away from the area causing me stress, especially with a friend or loved one, definitely helps a lot. Atsushi is definitely more spontaneous in the relationship, especially when it comes to de-stressing Dany. I think it also works vice versa, Danielle often encouraging him to take a run with her at night or star gazing, maybe even going to a cat cafe! Cats always are a sweet furry friend, especially with a tiger mans! 🥰

In DanyJay relationship, I think Danielle is more spontaneous, especially in Digimon Au. Considering Darkwolfmon’s presence, Dany is more free and willing to take a chance that I otherwise would hesitate in. While Jason can spontaneous in his own way, he isn’t one to outwardly suggest something, unless Dany is severely taking a heavy toll mentally. He isn’t really one to complain and just kind of goes along with what other suggests are fun. Such as when Dany suggests to take a fly with her on Cyberwolfmon, Jason is nervous but all for it and honestly becomes a sweet romantic thing~ I have claimed this moment as the first, official moment he and Dany get together and also first kiss ☺️💖

10.) What’s their contact name and assigned picture? What do they have for you?

💖🥺 ohh I wish I had a perfect image draw for this but heck knows it would take me forever UwU”

What Dany would have for Atsushi in the beginning of their friendship would probably be “Atsushi-kun🐯” then “Atsu-Kun 🐯💕” when she is growing feelings before finalizing with “Mi Tigre 💖🐯”. Her assigned photo of him would probably be a cute picture of his tiger self in the start. In relationship, she changed it to one she snuck a picture of him when out on a date. It’s one of him handsomely looking at the sunset, before he began to snicker laughing. 🥰

With Jason, at the beginning of friendship was “Jason 🐺⚡️” then “Jay 🐺⚡️”. It took the two of them in Digimon Au forever to really get together, but once Dany had true and real feelings for him and they got together, she changed it to “My dearest Jay 💕”. His picture at the start was one she took of him with Raiwolfmon, and current one, relationship wise, is a picture of him gazing at the camera lovingly and softly. Looking beyond it to Dany UwU 💖.

Ohhhhh 🥺💖 and their name and image for little ol me?

Atsushi would put me under “Dany-chan ✨” in the beginning of friendship, slowly changing it to “Dany 💖✨” when his feelings for her grow. In relationship, he changes it to “Darling 💜✨”. His first picture of Dany is one he cropped from a whole picture taken of her during her small welcome party. In relationship, is one he took of her while she slept, cuddling a tiger plush she gifted him for his birthday.🥺💖

Jason would definitely have Dany as “Danielle 🐺💕”, adding the hearts for his first affections for her. Having a crush on her since they meet, which did dwindle a little when her attention was towards someone else, changing to “Dany 🐺✨”. Once in a relationship, he changed her contact to “My Always 🐺💖”. His picture of her is one of her and Darkwolfmon at the start, and changes to one of her during their wedding party in the Digital World. It was actually taken by one of their friends during their Union Dance, her smiling widely and in pure love and affection for him. 🥰

15.) What’s an inside joke between the two of you?

Hmm 🤔 an inside joke Eh? Am not good at what is funny to some but I think that is the point of an inside joke ^^’ it makes the party in question laugh and giggle in fondness or joke.

AtsuDany: I think an inside joke between them is the whole concept of wolves and tigers not really getting along together. Considering their abilities, many think they wouldn’t be a good pair or couldn’t be close friends. To which everyone is wrong in honestly 😤 it makes the both of them giggle with laughter at the assumption people have when they really are fond of each other; they have much in common and have a peacefulness with their abilities. If anything his tiger and her wolf are playful together and find each other appealing, in friendship and as mates later. 💕

I think it’s most definitely funny when someone who doesn’t know of their abilities says it, they kind of just start snorting with laughter and looking like silly idiots when the person looks at them confused.

DanyJay: An inside joke between them is essentially explaining how they met to anyone who wants to know~ Dany came in saving his life when a Digimon manifested and attacked him and his friends in an outing. She came swooping in on Cyberwolfmon, kind of slipping off as she wasn’t anticipating his weight and height (tiny stubborn lass is ambitious). They were caught just fine soon after by Cyberwolfmon! But essentially that whole ordeal was kind of hilarious considering how smol Dany is and how tol Jason is. While it was also terrifying if her Digimon didn’t come swooping in, it is still something they laugh about and is a sweet moment looking back on how they meet and gradually sparked a flame between them that lead to their forever. 💖 Some people are like “aww” others are like “👀 yall wild”

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Ahh these are so good and had a joyous and fun time writing 🥺💖 thank you so so much again for this Rose 🌹 I truly appreciate it! 🥰🥰 a chance to just talk about the two loves of my life and heart UwU

#bungou stray dogs #atsushi nakajima #the legendary wolf warriors #jason jaystorm grey #atsudany #danyjay #tag: we are of the moon and stars my dear #tag: always and forever will never be long enough #alpha howls #f/o questions #self shipping #self shipping community #alpha’s sweetest loves #rose wine selfship s

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dopposhusband · 4 years

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Hiya! We all know about asks like "What is YOUR favourite memory of your F/Os?" so why don't we turn it around this time! What are the boys' favourite moments they spent with you? ^^

@yokairu This was a little harder to think of but I hope it came out good enough to read! Thank you so much for the scenario, its always sweet to think about how im just important to them as they are for me!

I think the moment that stands out for Doppo is the first time I met him after work! He had texted me that his boss had really hit him down with overtime and he’d be home later than his usual late. He told me to eat and go to sleep without him and I just couldn’t! So, I got close enough to dressed and made my way to his building. After a little waiting he came out, looking beyond exhausted and overworked but when he saw me he seemed overwhelmed with surprise. I took him in my arms and told him that I wanted to see him no matter what! Together we huddled close as we walked to the train station and once on the train we were mushed even closer. He kept apologizing for having to work overtime, about me having to come to him, about me being squished in the cramped train. Over and over I would tell him it was okay because it was worth doing just to see him, and on that train ride home he would fall asleep leaning onto me. That was okay too! I was more than strong enough to carry him the rest of the way home!

Hifumi had to work the night before his birthday which was bad for him but amazing for the host club because what kitten wouldn’t want to be with the number one host the moment it hit midnight? This was a special event where payments are paid a month ahead of time and even then you had to be so quick to place your reservation online. Thats also assuming you can afford it to begin with because the cost of it makes the champagne call look like a rational investment. With all of that, I started saving up on a side card, practicing my speed clicking skill and even set my laptop to automatically fill in my card information, I’ve been preparing since Hifumis last birthday and I wasnt going to miss it for the world. When Hifumi went into work and the time came for the birthday reservation he was so shocked when he saw me sitting at his booth! As much as he loves his kittens and princesses, nothing will ever be more important than celebrating his birthday with his king!!!

The most important moment to Ichiro is also my favorite with him too! It was around Christmas when Ichiro had come home with one of those gingerbread house kits. He also got a whole bunch of extra frosting and candies so the four of us could make the coolest house ever. A bit after dinner we cleared the table and started on decorating, it came out a bit messy and the table was crusted with frosting but it was an important step in our relationship! It was the first time the four of us were able to do anything without Jiro and Saburo fighting each other or trying to start something with me! It really was the first time I felt like I was part of the family!!!

#🌺🌸#💖#💛#💝#I feel like these arent my best in terms of writing but I hope theyre still enjoyable =!!!#The Ichiro and Hifumi one are based on fic ideas I had but never finished #As you can prob guess the Hifumi one was originally suppose to be written for his birthday but I was having a hard time writing it #and before I knew it his birthday was over #Also congrats on the Uni stuff!!! Sorry I was a lil late on telling ya dlsjsd #Doppo says hes absolutely proud of you and to take care of yourself better than he takes care of himself!!

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kinsbin · 4 years

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Birthday Wishes [Alexys/Kat]

Title: Birthday Wishes Pairing: Alexys/Katriona [self insert/oc]

Summary: It’s Alexys’ birthday and Kat makes the morning special with a good breakfast and a pester of just what Alexys would wish for when she blew out her candles.

A/N: For @space-sweetheart‘s birthday because I love her and she deserves the world, along with her f/os kissing her! I hope you like it darl, happy birthday <3

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Alexys awoke to arms around her body, the gentle pull forward of a form who buried itself against her chest and breathed out a warm breath along her collar bone that made her shiver. Looking down through groggy eyes and messy hair, she could only smile as she admired the smaller woman at her side, their legs entwined together beneath the covers and the warmth radiating from the shared space much more appealing than the cold of the world outside of the bed itself. Reaching out without thinking about it, Alexys let her hand run through the mess of curls that hid away the face she so loved. When Katriona shifted as a result and let a soft giggle fall from her lips, Alexys knew that the other woman was awake and couldn’t stop the light smile that pressed to her lips even more than its predecessor.

Green eyes appeared through the mass of hair, Kat’s lips pulled into an impish smile as she hugged Alexys closer and nuzzled into her neck with a purr somewhere warm in the back of her throat. The feeling of her lover’s lips so close to her skin made Alexys hum with appreciation, her fingertips trailing lightly down the rest of Kat’s body as the two shared a comforting, warm embrace in the peeking light of the afternoon sun.

“Morning,” Alexys greeted, her voice still laden with sleep. Kat’s smile only widened as she wiggled eagerly in her spot.

“Mornin’,” She greeted similarly in her lilted Scottish tone, “It’s yer birthday.”

Alexys’ brow furrowed in confusion for one moment before the memory of the date came back to her. She blinked in surprise before nodding, a sudden sense of awe at the fact that her girlfriend had remembered filling up her stomach as she smiled.

“Yeah,” Alexys laughed, “It is.”

This time Kat giggled louder and pulled her into a closer, bone crushing hug. Alexys barely had time to register the movement before her lips were crushed into a kiss, warm and long and sweet as it tasted faintly of the ocean and bread flour. A strange combination that would reminder of the coasts of New Zealand. Kat had told her stories about how people would bake bread along the shoreline, against the active volcanoes for a more earthy flavor. She wasn’t sure just what that bread tasted like, but, she assumed it was the exact flavor of Kat’s kisses.

When they finally stopped kissing, Kat pressed her forehead one last time to Alexys’ before sitting up, stretching her body to and fro in order to free her muscles from their soreness. Alexys sighed as she admired the way her girlfriend’s back bent and flexed with such a unique power. As chubby as she was, her back muscles were taught with years of swimming in the ocean. Of practiced pushing against currents and raging seas as her form moved with comforting ease. Oh god, Alexys blushed, she was probably staring at her girlfriend’s back for way too long.

Kat hopped out of bed and Alexys followed, slower and with less enthusiasm, but still enough to indicate that she was aware of the situation. Kat always had far more energy than her in the morning and, for the life of Alexys, she could not figure out just what powered the selkie to be awake. Sure it was like. 1pm but still, they had just woken up and there was a lot to handle between getting out of bed and going into their shared kitchen. Especially as her feet touched the cold tile and it sent a shiver up her spine.

“Since it’s your birthday,” Kat hummed as she hopped into the kitchen and rummaged around, eventually finding her way to the oven and pulling out what appeared to be a pre-made, still warm breakfast that made Alexys start to drool at the smells coming from it, “I figured I’d make you a special birthday breakfast! I was up kind of early so...”

Kat giggled as she placed the food before Alexys. The pancake pile was layered with different flavors and colors, a rainbow of stacked breakfast food with scents of sweet sugar, chocolate chips, cinnamon, and maple wafting from each piece like a beautiful, edible work of art. Alexys could feel her stomach clench with hunger at the idea of consuming all of it, the top of the pile organized neatly with dollops of whipped cream and strawberries, a single candle in the center that was slowly lit with a long lighter Kat pulled from a nearby drawer.

Alexys felt her mouth fall open.

“This is... for me?”

“Well you’re the only one here with a birthday, silly fish!” Kat giggled and placed the plate on the table in front of Alexys, “I wanted to make it special! So hurry up and make a wish! Unless you want me to sing to you, which I can also do.”

“Oh?” Alexys raised an eyebrow eagerly, “Go for it.”

Kat rolled her eyes, but complied with the request nonetheless.

Her voice rolled from her tongue, melodically and all too beautiful for the credit she had given herself. Alexys felt her entire body relax into the sound of her lover’s voice as she sung the words to such a simple song in such a beautiful way that it was almost unfair. Perhaps it was simply a fae thing and all selkie’s and faeries alike had such beautifully toned voices. Perhaps they were designed much like sirens, to lure their prey into the ocean with comforting words and beautiful intonation. Perhaps Kat was just good at singing even though she rarely did it.

Perhaps Alexys was just really, really in love.

“Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday dear Alexys~. Happy birthday to you!”

Kat finished and Alexys smiled, the love in her eyes focused so hard on the other girl that it made a brilliant blush shine on her tan skin as she smacked he human’s shoulder lightly.

“It ain’t that impressive, now make a wish!”

Alexys laughed despite the fire in her girlfriend’s voice and took a deep breath, blowing out the candle in one fell huff of air as she admired the way it flittered before going out completely. The smell of cheap smoke wafted aimlessly through the entire kitchen and the background noise of Kat clapping with excitement could be heard before she tackled her girlfriend to place a messy kiss on her cheek with a delighted hum.

Alexys laughed, hugging Kat back as best as she could and the two simply stared forward at the birthday breakfast with a moment of awe. As if understanding that they both needed a second to take in the moment. To understand how nice it was for each other.

After all, they had both come from situations, she supposed, where they could not have had this before.

The thought made Alexys’ heart hurt for a moment. Of Kat never celebrating birthdays. Of never keeping track of them. Why would a fae need to after all? She was ageless. Eternal in her existence and it only made the fact that she remembered an thought about Alexys all the more special.

“So,” Kat whispered as she pressed her cheek against Alexys’ with curious eyes focusing on the pancakes still, “What did you wish for?”

“If I tell you, won’t it not come true?”

“Is that the legend?” Kat mused with a laugh, “We have the opposite, my family. If you don’t share it with others then it won’t come true! Something about all of us wishing for it at once and pushing it into reality. So, come on, for my beliefs! Alexyyyyyyyys-”

“Okay, okay!” Alexys giggled and then went quiet, biting her lip as she tried to figure out the wording to her statement. When her voice finally left it was in a whisper, soft and relaxed as she murmured out just what she was thinking:

“I... wished that we could always be like this. You and me... in love for as long as we can manage. Which, I hope, can be forever.”

The words hung tight in the air, a tension of rope between the two girls as they held onto one another in the otherwise quiet of their apartment. Beyond them the sound of the city echoed here and there with no real rhythm to its noise, making it blend into the solid background of nothingness even more than before as Alexys swallowed and faced Kat.

Kat faced her to and, oh, that look in her eyes was warm. Warmer than a thousand small suns as a smile of appreciation spread across her cheeks and the heat of it turned her skin red with admiration. Her grip only tightened on Alexys as she pulled the other girl into a hug again, adding a long and languid kiss to her lips once again as they clung to one another. Alexys sighed with appreciation into her mouth as Kat somehow found her way onto her lap.

They sat like that for a long while, fingertips entangled into hair and kisses shared against tired lips as the pancakes in front of them were momentarily forgotten in favor of adoration. In favor of touch and love as Alexys nuzzled her girlfriend’s neck and placed a kiss against the soft skin, making her shudder as Kat’s hand traced patterns on her spine and she smiled.

“Silly fish,” Kat whispered with a laugh, “Of course I’ll always be here. You are mine, after all, and I love you more than anything... We’ll be like this for as long as we are together.”

Alexys felt her stomach clench in delight at the statement. She was hers... Kat was also hers, she knew. Every inch of their beings and souls had somehow entwined now, with the breath of that candle it was sealed.

“Forever?” Alexys wondered with a smile.

Kat laughed and nodded, her smile still warm as she embraced her in another kiss.

“Forever.”

This birthday, Alexys decided, was definitely one of the best.

#self ship #self shipping #self insert #selfship writing #gift fic #kinley writes #xeen ocs #katriona

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loyalflutist · 5 years

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I Want to Become a Fish (Dorothea x F!Byleth)

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: N/A Category: F/F Words: 2,843 Summary: It's been five years since Byleth had disappeared from her life. Dorothea recounts the time she spent with her professor on the day of her birthday. Sitting by the pond, all she could think of is how simple life must be as a fish.

A/N: Today’s Dorothea’s Birthday, so I decided to write an OS dedicated to her and her relationship with Byleth. Of course, a slip of my fingers decided to make it both angsty and R-18+ lemon. Hope you enjoy this! I’m wondering if I should make a continuation of it or not that’s pure lemon... but I digress.

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There were plenty of fishes to catch. The pond, the lake, the sea, the ocean… Its waters were vast and stretch beyond the horizon. The same could be said about mankind. There were plenty of humans to catch. Kingdom of Faerghus, Adrestian Empire, Leicester Alliance, Brigid… Its lands were vast and stretch beyond the horizon.

However, there is a stark contrast between the two.

“How exhausting.”

A young lady pursed her lips, its pink flesh jutted out just enough to tamper with her sparkling features. Dorothea sat on the edge of the dock late into the night, her black shoes’ tip bumped and tapped each other as she gazed upon the pond’s shining surface. The lonely moon’s rays illuminated the plenty of dark fish-like forms that swam about in the man-made basin. She lightly rubbed the wooden boards with the palm of her hands.

‘ How ironic that they hardly possess any care in the world. ‘

If one were to exclude their inevitable fate as a cooked meal for the soldiers and commanders at the monastery, the aquatic organisms simply traversed around their limited premise. Their worries were likely nonexistent. They did not have to conform to any sort of social order. They could breed with others without judgment. They could abandon their children without consequences. They were free to choose where to go. They could migrate to another pack. They were free to intermingle with one another. They were able to express who they are without a second thought.

The songstress slanted her eyes to a slit. These fishes had more freedom and optimism in life than her. She moistened her lower lip and half-heartedly smirked.

“What would it be like if I were to become a fish…?”

Throughout her life, it has been more than miserable; miserable is clearly a euphemism. She had no parents. She could not recall their features nor their presence in her life. The same could be said about her life with them. Was Dorothea a bad girl? Was Dorothea punished by the Goddess Seiros? Was Dorothea a mistake in this world? She struggled to find her place in this world. No matter how much she ate dirt and begged for forgiveness, no such blessings were divine enough to purify her sorry state.

When Dorothea became an opera singer, a false divine power blew away her pathetic livelihood. Those who spat at her face salivate at the idea of her becoming their mistress. Those who made her grovel in the mud with their foot yearn for the day they can kneel and propose marriage to her. Those who hardly pitied her boast and flaunt their false sympathetic nature for the grown songstress.

How disgusting. Humans were vile compared to fishes. Manuela came to her rescue, but that was from a stroke of luck… and she was the only person she could trust in. Edelgard and Petra were the next group of people she placed her utmost trust in. However, no one was able to breach past a simple exchange of trust. Even after the thwarting of the Church of Seiros, even after the dragged on for five arduous years, Dorothea has yet to find that special someone. Someone that she could find solace in, someone that she could bask in their warmth, someone that could shower her with tender love day and night. She will never find that person in her life.

Well, she had some hope, but that person was long gone five years ago.

‘ When will she ever come back? ‘

Strands of brown hair slowly slipped away from her ear and dangled out of place. She lowered her head.

The professor was always a strange one. When they first met, Edelgard had introduced the stoic woman to the rest of her classmates. Dorothea vividly remembered the blank features engraved into Byleth’s features. She was almost like a machine. When someone asked for a favor, she did as she was told. When someone vented to her, she listened without prejudice. When she fought in battles, her expression barely morphed beyond a frown. When she stares at others, her sharp gaze pierces through their vulnerabilities. When Dorothea seductively teased the instructor, she blurted a genuine reply to her wild fantasies.

Yet despite her social short-comings, Byleth had always been there by their sides, especially with Dorothea. Teatime, skirmishes, the ballroom dance, the Goddess Tower, the confession… it all naturally fell in its rightful position. The bigger picture was becoming more and more visible. Sweet whispers rivaling that of honey dripped from Byleth and Dorothea as they tickled each other’s eardrums. Fingers and lips roamed their bare skin, fiery flames igniting passion at every scarce opportunity. Poems with a potent amount of sugar crossed into their lives with frequent exchanges of their diaries. They were in love, and it was a love that Dorothea had always dreamed of as a little kid. It was time she retires from chasing after rich noblemen and women. After all…

“Byleth, you’re the only one for me!”

Another thrusting of her hip nearly sent the professor into a frenzy. Byleth’s fingers threatened to tear the white sheets of her mattress as the student continued her relentless friction. Clitoris upon clitoris. It was as if electricity zipped with every rub.

“Hah—! D-Dorothea—!”

It was clear who the dominant figure was in their heated passion. Dorothea kept Byleth’s legs from closing, applying just enough pressure on her thighs as she fluidly moved her sensitive region up and down on Byleth’s. Their naked bodies were glistening with sweat, their loose hairs clinging to the moist surface of their forehead and neck. Another elongated moan trickled out of the teacher’s mouth.

“You’re… You’re— Nngh!”

“I… hah— I know, right?”

Dorothea smirked as she tenderly smoothed the scar-riddled thighs. Those same hands began to move upward towards Byleth’s naval. From the distant, it almost looked as though the songstress was riding her professor. Her abdomen continuously rocked back and forth as her wet nether region acted as oil for the motion. More groans chortled out of her girlfriend as Dorothea resisted the temptation to ravage her whole for the third time this night. A risqué event between a student and a teacher… How scandalous!

“I knew I could— Hah… I knew I could—! I knew I could make you sing!”

Singing lessons were a rare treat from the opera singer. If Manuela was not available, then surely Dorothea was the next best option. Various students clasped their hands and begged like starving children for a private session with her. Male or female, they all hope to learn from the greatest of the greatest. Unfortunately for them, these lessons were strictly reserved for none other than Byleth.

“S-Slow down— Ah—! AH! You’re going too— Haaah! You’re going too fast!”

Byleth’s eyes nearly rolled back from the increased tempo. As this is their third round, her body was beginning to respond with great intensity. Compared to their first go, which was slow and gentle, this felt like desperation. Unsurprising as tomorrow as the day they would overthrow the church.

Her shaky fingers eventually made its way to her girlfriend’s arms as she felt a surge of internal fireworks boom wildly from the woman overhead. Their movement hastened, the instructor watching the songstress conduct her mystical magic.

“Hah!”

Another hip thrust.

“Haah!”

And another…

“HAAAH!”

And another.

None of them could make Byleth feel this way. Only Dorothea had the ability to do so, her hands sliding all around the older woman. Heat collectively gathered to her lowered head and blood pooled to the sensitive nub from the bottom as the brown-haired softly moaned.

“Oh—! I… I think I’m— Hah! I’m reaching there!”

She didn’t need to hear a response from Byleth. The thrashing and bouncing of her body each time Dorothea danced around her nether region said plenty. Dorothea body was burning with a need to satisfy, and her mind was burning with a need to satisfy Byleth. Slick labia continuously applied pressure as she narrowed her eyes.

“D-Dorothea—!!!”

They were both close to reaching the tipping scale. Through the sweats and pants, the older woman trembled underneath and clung to the student’s arms. Dorothea leaned down to bury her face into the woman’s shoulder as Byleth groaned,

“I love you too, Dorothea—!”

“Byleth— A-AH!”

An explosion of fireworks and lights like never before had occurred. The first time was sweet, the second time was for longevity, and the third from desperation. Soon enough, their lips crashed once more, their mouths slotted together. The fourth session came with a spectacular finale as Byleth took charge of their next intercourse.

Present-time Dorothea reached up to touch her lower lip. Faint sparks were ignited from the limited action, her eyes darkening its hues. Memories of heat and tranquility echoed within her mind. Yet all dreams must come to an end. An operation fit for victory took a complete turn for the worst. Unexpected troubles reared their ugly heads in as Dorothea, Byleth, and the others sided with Edelgard’s ambition. Overthrowing the Church of Seiros was successful, but at what cost?

Fire licked their exposed skin from their surroundings. Crimson colored her visor as she hobbled to the ex-mercenary. One hand on her wounded side, Dorothea became a vital asset to Byleth’s final delivery for the archbishop. The Sword of Creator planted a devastating blow to Rhea with a flick of her wrist. Anguish screech shattered the tense atmosphere from the deadly pierce. Then, the songstress watched in horror as a white dragon took Rhea’s place and blasted the two away with a whip of its tail. Dorothea had smashed her back into the pillar with enough force to shatter her spine; Byleth flopped and rolled on the dirt for a split second till she found her footing.

Byleth shook her head. The sturdy professor proceeded to straighten her posture and righted the relic. As for Dorothea, she attempted to get up. Tunnel vision greeted the brown-haired as she felt blood trickle out from the corner of her bitten lips, her strength flying away almost immediately. This was when she regrets being so weak. She witnessed many horrors in her life, and she witnessed many of her scavenging “friends” die at the hands of others. None of them ever came close to the impact it had when it came to Byleth. Not even Edelgard could save their instructor from her impending doom under the pile of rubble.

If only she could have gotten up…

If only she could have cast a spell…

If only she could have exchanged places with her Byleth…

If only…

Dorothea lifted her legs and brought it in close. She hugged the pair and rested her chin, her hues still aimed at the watery surface. Occasional flops and splashes emitted from the aquatic creatures. Ripples disturbed the mirrored moon’s image, but only temporarily. A long exhale slipped out from her.

‘ I miss her so much. ‘

What sort of fate must she undergo in this lifetime? She had already gone through so much. Her childhood was painful, her opera singing career was ironic, her student life was fleeting, and her membership as part of the Black Eagle Strike Squad was full of depression. She wished for nothing more than to run away from her duties, elope with her girlfriend, and live with a bright future in mind. It didn’t help that today was her birthday too… The fifth-year celebrated without her special someone.

“If only I could become a fish…”

“You will won’t become a fish.”

Such response was expected from someone like Edelgard or Petra. Maybe Manuela to an extent, but she would have followed up with a question. Yet the tonality almost falls flat; cardboard would have more intonation. Its dull verbiage snatched her heart and squeezed it. Dorothea widened her eyes and scrambled up to her feet. That voice belonged to none other than…

“Byleth?”

There she stood in her full glory. Small scratches scarred her features and debris stained her disheveled attire, but Byleth still looks as stunning as always. This couldn’t be a dream. It can’t be! Should it be a dream, then this must be one of her many lucid dreams… right? Her heart thumped viciously among her chest, the powerful organ increasing her blood pressure. Dorothea’s eyes glistened when the neon-haired woman gently grabbed the confuzzled songstress’s hand.

“You will become my wife.”

“?!”

An abrupt appearance from someone she wept for years came with an abrupt confession. This boggled her brain, and heat flushed her cheeks. This… This isn’t a joke, right? Byleth was known to crack out sporadic teases that even trip up someone like the songstress. If it is, this had to be the most inappropriate moment in the history of their relationship. Before Dorothea could get her first word out, Byleth presented a ring to the beauty. There was a small pause in the tactician’s speech pattern. A tinge of pink discolored her face despite her unwavering gaze.

“…if that is okay with you.”

“…”

Dorothea was baffled. She not only had the audacity to waltz right back into her life after the long disappearance, but she also had the guts to propose to her? The songstress had to resist the temptation to slap her girlfriend across the face— Actually, she did just that. A resonated smack echoed into the quiet night near the pond.

“Don’t you give me that surprised look, Byleth,” her voice trembled with fury as the warrior returned her look and raised her brows. Dorothea pulled back her stinging hand and felt the lacrimal ducts kick into gear. She harshly whispered, “What sick joke are you trying to pull off this time?”

“…”

It’s clear as day that Byleth wasn’t sure how to react. This infuriated the magus even more and she tried to tear her hand away.

“I’ve waited for five years for you!” When Byleth refused to let her grip go, Dorothea began to weep as her other hand began to violently beat on the older woman’s chest like a tympanic drum. “Edie… Edie sent out search parties for you in all parts of Fodlan. Do you know who was at the frontline? It was me! I searched day and night for you! I’ve even sullied my looks and nearly died countless times in enemy territories! All so I can see you one more time!”

“I…”

“You don’t know how much it hurts having lost you!”

“…”

“Why did you make me wait this long for your return?”

“…”

“Why are you being quiet?!”

The beating came to a cessation. Now, Dorothea buried her face into the ex-mercenary’s bosoms as tears came in torrents. The lamentation that she bottled finally came to light. Byleth dryly swallowed and enveloped the grown songstress in a tight embrace. She rubbed the shaky woman’s back, her bright eyes shifted downward. Silence ensued save it for the random splashes from the pond. They remained in this still position under the moonlight until her sobs died down.

“…I’m sorry for all the pain I’ve caused.”

Byleth apologized once Dorothea calmed. Still held in an embrace, the alumni sniffled.

“I’m… I’m sorry, Byleth. I know I shouldn’t have pinned all the blame on your disappearances. I should be thankful that I wasn’t left here waiting for you... all alone… forever.”

“I’ve returned, haven’t I?”

They separated yet remained in short proximity. Their breaths tickled each other’s nose as Byleth leaned forward and captured Dorothea’s lips. They were like butterfly wings, just long enough so the other could inhale her breath, feel the warmth of her skin, and the taste of Byleth that lingered far after she had parted. When she retracted, the songstress immediately grabbed ahold of her professor’s face and returned the favor with closed eyes. She kissed her like she wanted to be kissed as no other man or woman had ever kissed her. There was no battle for dominance in this kiss. Soft, moist, hot, and breathy, Dorothea and Byleth seek for a union, closeness, and desire to share one breath under this one timeless and passionate moment.

“Wow…” Byleth breathlessly whispered upon departure. Their foreheads touching each other, a smile broke out from her face. “I can’t say I didn’t miss that.”

“Five years can do a number on you.”

“You didn’t get on it with the others?”

“Byleth, who do you think I am?”

Byleth chuckled and cupped Dorothea’s face. A fleeting kiss was planted on her girlfriend’s lips.

“A loyal, smart, beautiful girlfriend that I want for eternity.”

“You tease,” she giggled into her hand. “Are you sure you aren’t just saying that to flatter me?”

“You know I mean every word.”

With that said, she released her hold with a tiny “can’t forget about this” remark.

“Happy Birthday, Dorothea.” She presented the ring once more to her girlfriend. Byleth beamed at Dorothea with that unique twinkle in her eyes. “I would never want you to think about becoming a fish. I hope you will become my wife instead.”

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P-Artsypants FanFiction Masterpost!

I have all these links available on my main page, but I’m providing this post for those that didn’t know that!

Find most, if not more, of these fics on:

fanfiction.net | archive of our own | wattpad

How To Train Your Dragon

Drabbles (~AU’s, *Finished):

The Vikings Have Their Tea (ff.net | ao3)

Arranged marriage- Takes place at the beginning of HTTYD

Breathe- Survival of the fittest

~Childhood friends- At the Sandbox

Easy fix- In which Hiccup has a bad day

~Fashion designer- Astrid needs a fill in

Headache- In Which Hiccup hits his head….really hard

Heir- In which Hiccup is borrowed

Illness- In Which Stoick is a dad

~Illusionist- Trick gone wrong

~In the walls- In which there’s a poop ghost

~Knocking on the wrong door (2) - A chance encounter

messages- Astrid is Frustrated with Hiccup’s obliviousness

~To mirkwood- Hiccup is not a dwarf

~Monster falls- Hiccup and Astrid take a dip

Mute- In which there’s a quiet stranger

~Music video (ImgHS)- He didn’t expect it

~Over- Too many nightmares

~Partners in crime- A normal day at work

~Pirate- Astrid is the greatest treasure

~Prince- He doesn’t want to be a broken King

Hide and seek- Part 1

Lost and found- Part 2

Long fics:

*Infernal responsibility- Being the son of the chief takes brains, courage, and a lot of patience. But at his father’s the request for marriage, Hiccup decides he has had enough. When he seeks out a life of ease, he runs into more than what he bargained for.

*Roses and lilies- “Astrid, you and I both know you’re much tougher than I am. You’re more brave, and a better fighter…but just for a little while…could we pretend that I’m the one protecting you?” “Oh gods yes!”

*~What the water gave me- The sea is a wild and dangerous thing, something that cannot be foretold or predicted. Hiccup discovered this many years ago, in human naiveté. Yet, what was meant as a sacrifice became a new life, one like no one could comprehend. He now finds himself once more in the unknowing hands of those that sentenced him to death. He only prays things will be different this time. Merman!AU

*Parasite- Soulsnatcher Dragons are rare but deadly. But, As Hiccup finds out, it’s the eggs you have to watch out for.

*~320 state street- Gobber’s Goods. A Hardware Store that was rumored to have everything you needed. She thought she only needed a job. Turns out, she needed a lot more than that. (A Modern AU no one asked for)

*~The north tower- When Finn Hofferson died, Astrid inherited his castle in Wales…and a whole lot more. Something sinister lurks in the North Tower.

~Boy Toy- AO3- At the age of 21, Princess Astrid lawfully has to pick a husband. But when the perfect groom is nowhere to be found, she requests the toymaker to create one for her. It's safe to say that everyone in the kingdom is a little concerned. (Pinocchio!AU I guess?)

Trollhunters: Tales from Arcadia

Arcadia or bust- In Which Arcadia welcomes back it’s underground citizens...eventually!

Teen Titans

Oneshots:

~big brother- Don’t turn out the light (Horror)

dear jason- Bruce Writes a letter

forgotten- Starfire’s birthday

it was an accident- Someone has to take the blame

just drawing- Bruce thinks about Robin

piece of heaven- Robin just wants his mom

rockin’ robin- Robin regrets his name choice

the prisoner- Starfire is Guilty

this little light of mine- Starfire’s not having a good day

this is what we do- Average day in Jump city

wastelands- Stranded

of mustard and three foot purple tongues- A collection of Oneshots and Drabbles

Long Fics (*Finished):

*~carol of the bells- High in the dark Bell Tower of Notre Dame, there lives a mysterious bell ringer. Legend tells of the angel who fell from the sky, and the curse she bares. There are few who know her true identity though; her master, the priest, and the acrobat that performs on the streets below. Based loosely on ‘The Hunchback of Notre Dame’ RobxStar and slight BBxRae

*no escape- Three years ago, Starfire escaped an Alien race called the Gordanians, to arrive on Earth. They’re back, and ready to put Starfire back where she belongs, behind reinforced Titanium bars. Robin’s not about to let her go…if only he hadn’t got captured first. How does it feel to be the alien, Robin?

*now you know my pain- When the new Villain, Gender Bender, comes to down, the Titans find themselves in an odd situation. They’ve been turned into the opposite gender against their will! Now in order to change back, they must learn to understand the gender they’ve turned into. Rated T for obvious reasons. A great read if you’ve ever wondered why girls or guys do [blank].

*paint it black- Robin disappeared three months ago. Now, Jump City’s crime rate is mysteriously being taken care of by a normal, albeit strange, teenage boy who goes by the name Black. As the Titans befriend this lunatic, they begin to see a relation between him and their missing leader. Will they be able to find Robin, or will Black turn them all insane as himself? Actually, contains NO OC.

*saving grace- “When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk upright or speak coherent sentences and all you’ll see is my mask and my voice repeating in your head…Weak. Richard Grayson, I am not tough, I am everything that you fear.” Happy Ending! Smudge of RobStar. NO Slash!

Miraculous Ladybug

tender words- When Marinette finally gets the guts to confess her feelings for Adrien, some things go so wrong, and other things go so right.

tunnels of love- Oneshot- The night started out with an accidental kiss from Adrien Agreste, and ended with her bleeding in the Catacombs of Paris. Ladybug, the wielder of the miraculous of good luck. Yeah right. (Some blood)

the reveal that wasn’t- first parts My ending to kittybug’s Tumblr Prompt

Kingdom Hearts

My Kingdom for a Heart ao3 | ff.net - The curse of being one of the Princesses of heart, is that there’s always someone out to get you. As Xemnas looked failure in the face, he reached out in a last ditch effort and destroyed Kairi’s heart. Now her friends must travel the worlds again. Sora, to find a way to recover Kairi’s heart, and Riku, to make amends to those he has wronged. All the while, the darkness grows.

Beauty and the Beast

behold the beast- A Oneshot alternate ending to the Animated Film

Cinderella

midnight- “When the clock strikes twelve, the spell will be broken,” the fairy godmother had warned. A retelling of the story, when Cinderella doesn’t escape the ball in time. Oneshot

so this is love- What if Jaq and Gus hadn’t made it in time to help Cinderella? A new twist on the ending of the classic Fairytale, and what lies beyond the story. She still gets her happy ending and her Prince, and her step family gets their just deserts.

Sleeping Beauty

a love song back to me- Maleficent saw the loophole that stared her in the face. Prince Phillip would break the curse in time, for sure. After all, he was betrothed to Aurora. So in an effort for her evil plan to stay in action, Maleficent takes care of the young prince herself. Phillip never imagined having to live off the land like the birds above. Alternate twist on the classic Disney tale.

Escaflowne

down feathers- Hitomi’s depressed. She’s been away from Van too long, he comes back to visit her…but what if something went wrong with the transfer? (Not finished. Never will be finished. Mwahaha) Circa 2012

angel’s wounds- Fanelia’s been victorious in their most recent battle with Basrum. Unfortunately, someone is wounded and just seeks solace in his love that lives so far away. Post Anime.

momma look sharp- With the war between Fanelia and Basrum finally coming to a close, the kingdom is celebrating. The young king, however, is suffering from an experience unlike any he had before. Van finally seeks solace in his wife.

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fates-theysband · 2 years

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🧠🌸🎀, for any of your slenderverse f/os pls! ^^ (u can split 'em up too, if u wanna do one for each of something)

i'm feeling absolutely hog wild ape shit primal right now (in a good way) so i think i will split 'em up!

🧠: What personality trait initially attracted you to your F/O?

it is so so easy for me to just be like "evan rushed the slenderman with a baseball bat and my reaction was 'god i can't not kiss him'" but in reality what i really initially saw in him was that he's silly and spontaneous and also will fight god but like...he's like that because he's full of love. he loves his friends and he loves his family and he loves steph (and, if i may be so bold, he loves me) and he is just brimming with the desire to express it

🌸: What kind of flower do you think suits your F/O most?

fun fact: i specifically put this question on this meme because i like flowers and i like assigning people flower vibes, it's like the one aesthetic sensibility i have.

ANYWAY. i'm answering this one for tim because he was in my dream last night (he's like, the only one i've had a dream about more than once) so i'm feeling soft and aesthetic about him

i've done flower assignments for other people's f/os before but i've never actually done any for my own so this is new territory. he's red to me in terms of like, his sort of designated color so i went with a red flower. in my reading of the Vibes i eventually came up with red verbena!

it's a flower with heavy supernatural associations (particularly in terms of divination) and a history of medicinal use, both of which i feel make sense for him. i thought it was the same flower as wolfsbane for some reason (it's not; my interest in flowers is purely aesthetic, i would be a terrible botanist 😔) and when i googled it i also found out verbena the name of a town in alabama, which is the state marble hornets is set in! i only believe in signs and portents and messages from the universe ironically but how cool is that

🎀: What kind of gifts do the two of you get each other for things like birthdays, anniversaries, or gift-giving holidays?

i feel like on my end i would get steph a lot of practical stuff (since during the events of emh she's in art school this would probably mostly be art stuff) and, since she has a well-documented love for music (there's a whole wiki page dedicated to the music she posted on her tumblr) and seems like the kind of person who prefers physical albums to streaming i'd get her albums for her favorite bands (probably vinyl if they have it on vinyl)

there is actual canon footage showing her particular style of gift-giving, which is like. paying very strong attention to interests and seeing what the person she's getting the gift for typically buys for themselves. like i think the only person we saw her gift to is evan, but it's probably safe to extrapolate from there how she'd shop for a significant other. so, uh. probably gives me games or cute plushies! which i'm beyond good with.

#thanks for the ask!!#sorry for the delay i posted that meme before work #r: leather for hell #r: 400 lux #r: addict of the gallery #long post //34543

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loyalflutist · 5 years

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Vermillion Visitors (FF Type-0 x FE3H)

Rating: General Audience Category: F/F (for slight Edeleth) Crossover: Final Fantasy Type-0 x Fire Emblem: Three Houses Words: 4,857 Summary: It appears that a group of visitors not only came to the monastery but managed to incorporate themselves as a new house in it. The Black Eagles begin their discussion about the newcomers... but the same could be said about the newcomers themselves.

A/N: Forgot to also upload this. (Whoops x2) I might just make a long ramble about why Fire Emblem Three Houses remind me SO MUCH about Final Fantasy Type-0... you know, with the entire war going on, the themes they’ve conveyed, and the fact that everything is so morally gray... amongst many of the shared spoilers’ concepts... but that might be for another day. Instead, I had written a fun little crossover OS of these two. Hoping to write more of them soon! Also, Edeleth snuck in and made themselves at home in the fiction.

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“Have you heard? There are these new students that just transferred into the monastery.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard.”

“I’m surprised Lady Rhea approved of it. Do we even have another classroom to spare?”

“We don’t.”

“So… where are they taught?”

“I heard their teacher teaches them right outside of our lecture hall.”

“Out in the field? I’m surprised they could even learn…”

“I’m sure they did. Their teacher is no ordinary one. He’s a commander!”

“A commander? Sounds like someone from Brigid.”

“He is not coming from Brigid.”

Three houses gossiped and whispered amongst themselves, but none ever did so loudly than the Black Eagles. (Perhaps it is due to Dorothea, Ferdinand, Linhardt, and Hubert’s intrigue!) Whenever they spotted the vermillion cape and unique school uniform different from theirs, their eyes were glued to the person(s) of interest. They were like pigeons awaiting for their snack! Now, over lunch, almost all members excitedly chattered and debated about the foreign visitors.

“I have to agree with Petra on that one,” Caspar stabbed a fork into his steak. “He doesn’t have a tan skin like her.”

“Are you serious, Caspar?” With a deadpan expression, Linhardt stared from across the table. “Just because someone is not tan does not automatically rule them out.”

Their conversation moved onto the next phase. The aura that surrounded the visitors felt as if they possess far more experience than they would have with others of the same age group. Whenever they returned from battle, not one of them possess injuries, save it for minor afflictions. Their missions always went exceptionally well. Such an outcome was starting to become predictable, even when less than five members are sent out to the frontline. The fact that none of them required battalions made their achievements far more superior than any has seen.

“Most impressive… I hope to learn from them,” Ferdinand crossed his arms; an amused smile was drawn to life. “The fact that they’re able to return from battle without a scratch or scar shows me that they are no amateur.”

Dorothea, who was seated two spots away, clicked her tongue.

“Of course, they aren’t, Ferdie. Everyone could see it from a mile away. Perhaps you should reevaluate yourself if you had to think about their capabilities.”

“You’ve always had a sharp tongue with me, don’t you?”

“Oh, how perceptive. Would you like some money for your wounds?”

“Okay, okay, cut it out, both of you,” Caspar flailed his arm out for their attention. “Sheesh, can’t you both fight when we’re NOT eating? We’re here to talk about them.”

Bernadetta poked and probed at her beans with a fork as the blue-haired furiously reeled them back into the topic. Beads of sweat flew out of her head as she murmured,

“A-Aren’t… aren’t they a little… too perfect?”

“What do you mean?” Linhardt, who sat next to her, turned. “Perfection is an impossible feat to achieve.”

“I-I know. It’s just… the way they carry themselves… It’s like they’re not even human.”

Perfection. They were literally the manifestation of perfection. Students from the three houses had to admit that they were at a higher plane based on raw strength. Even Byleth, Catherine, and Shamir confessed that they would have trouble fighting their commander if they were to spar one-on-one!

“They are most kindest— kind people I have met though,” Petra shook her head. “I cannot see them as perfect. They are like us.”

“Hoh… Is that so…” the songstress hummed. “You might be right. They may be strong, but they’re still students.”

“That is correct.”

“Some of them are so cute too~”

“Dorothea strikes again…” the white magus blinked. “Still, I must say, they are a pleasant company.”

Ironically, at the same time, their naïve personality contrast with their veteran status. Some of them would get into senseless fights on academic grounds, and some would host picnic parties for other students outside of their group. Silly arguments would spout out of nowhere. Smiles and laughter beamed from their directions. Game of chase, singing, and naptimes were some of the frequent side activities. After all, they are still children. They deserve to live a little!

Dorothea leaned forward, elbows on the table and chin resting upon the palms of her hands. She eyed Petra as the foreigner brought the filled spoon to her mouth.

“Speaking of the commander, if he isn’t from Brigid… then what is their house name? They must have come from somewhere!”

Linhardt lowered his cup of water.

“They’re from Rubrum. I heard their house is called… Class Zero.”

Ace, the card wielder.

Deuce, the flutist.

Trey, the talkative bow user.

Cater, the gunner.

Cinque, the smasher.

Sice, the silver reaper.

Seven, the whipper.

Eight, the boxer.

Nine, the dragoon.

Jack, the samurai.

Queen, the valiant knight.

King, the marksman.

Machina, the driller.

Rem, the twin dagger-wielder.

Kurasame, the ice reaper.

As their gossip ensued, two individuals missing from the cafeteria were spotted in their respective classroom. Before the tall male left, he turned towards the vermillion noble.

“Perhaps it’s best we maintain our observations on them, Lady Edelgard.” Hubert placed a hand on his chest, bowed his head, and continued. “There is little information on them, and I do not know if they prove to be a danger to us all.”

Although the other students had generally accepted their abrupt appearance after a week, Edelgard, Hubert, and Byleth kept their suspicion. How could trust come so easily when 14 students, one teacher, and two odd creatures not only seek for refuge but seek a premise to remain as students? It had already been five months into the new school term. Admittance to Garreg Mach Monastery is impossible. Future contenders and apprentices were given another chance for the next academic year.

Until now. The commander by the name “Kurasame” struck a deal with the archbishop. No one other than his Tonberry, Seteth, and Flayn knew of the spoken dialogues between the two. It simply took an hour for the holy maiden to grant permission and acceptance into their neutral sanction.

“May the Goddess Seiros watch over you.”

His features hardly faltered. (Not that there was any to start with thanks to his armored mask.) Kurasame nodded once and turned his back towards the neon green-haired, his rough footsteps echoed in the quiet chambers. Not a single comment nor reaction came from him afterward. Not even to his closest ally, the Tonberry.

They were immediately provided with spare dormitories. Unlike the other current students and staff, members of Class Zero were squeezed into shared bedrooms of two and three. Ace and Trey; Deuce, Cater, and Cinque; Rem and Queen; Eight and Machina; Nine, Jack, and King; Sice and Seven. Kurasame had shared rooms with the Moogle and Tonberry. Facilities were immediately provided without a second glance. The students and CO were prioritized in field trips compared to the other three houses. Special attention was bestowed by the Church of Seiros. Gifts came showering in their direction as if they had a birthday party every week. Other than the lack of a classroom, they were living a luxurious life… even more so than the nobles and rising lords from all three nations!

Jealousy was an understatement. Many of the faculties, staff, and students are confuzzled beyond reason about their existence. What gives? Why are they treated as if they were all kings and queens? Hatred and spiteful remarks were numerous. Prayers to Seiros began to taint with sinful desires to tear apart the newcomers. Even comments were proclaimed right before their face! Brutal skirmishes sparked between Class Zero and the other students, especially those from the nobility. Yet the majority marched onward without strife. (The exception being Cater, Sice, Nine, and Machina.) It was as if ill will bounced from their invisible force shield.

However, there were some that view them indifferently. If anything, they viewed them with great fixation. The three house leaders, Dimitri, Claude, and Edelgard spared none of their curiosity to civilians of Rubrum. All three were on mutual agreement that there was something off about this group. Yet that did not stop them from interacting with members from Class Zero. Dimitri did not hesitate to try and befriend them, especially with Ace and Queen. Claude made various attempts to dig information of their origin from Jack and Cater. Edelgard tried to decipher and outline their abilities, more so with Sice and Machina.

They remained an enigma to this day.

“Professor?”

Byleth glanced up from straightening her papers. She found herself looking at the white-haired noble. The rest of her students had scampered away after the dry lecture. Tactical lessons about the importance of geography bored many, if not all, to death. No one dared to stay after either for questions! The fact that the Adrestian Empire’s lord waiting after class meant another matter might be at hand.

“What do you think of them?”

Byleth corrected the pages’ posture until their edges were even.

“Are you talking about Class Zero?”

“Yes.”

“…They are special.” No reaction. Byleth glanced up from her documents. Then, she turned her back towards the female lord and gathered the rest of her belongings, but not without adding a remark. “I see potential in them. Perhaps too much potential…”

The way Class Zero operated… They were clearly above their levels. It was not to say that Byleth, Manuela, and Hanneman cannot handle their students. The three were professors with plenty of practical knowledge. Almost nothing could get past them. However, the newcomers were a force to be reckoned with.

Commander Kurasame commanded his students with minimal effort on his end, yet they were able to produce satisfying results to the salivating requesters. Patriotic praises are sung high from a few. Disobedience from orders was rare to their superiors. Death and bloodshed had never budged these students from their responsibilities. Relentless assaults rained upon their enemies and monsters with fluid movements. Weapons and magic tore apart their foes without a single bit of hesitation and remorse. These students were like soldiers…

No— They are soldiers.

Byleth shook her head.

Child soldiers.

The teal-haired furrowed her brows and stuffed a textbook into her brown duffel.

As an ex-mercenary, she had seen plenty of conflict throughout her life. At the tender age of six, she picked up her first weapon. At the tender age of ten, she killed her first monster. At the tender age of twelve, she killed another human being. That was due to her occupation; it was a part of her job. Whether she fought for a nation or not, it did not matter. She was a mercenary. They were hired, they completed their job, they were paid. Nothing more, nothing less.

But Class Zero? They were like her students… They were so young to be thrust into battle. Byleth curled her fingers inward, her nails digging into her trembling palm.

“I would never treat my students like foot soldiers.”

Commander Kurasame may be a teacher to them, but he is, above all, their commander. The way he ran his lecture is a stark contrast to Byleth’s. Times, when her students were forced to fight, was solely out of survival and monthly task set out by Lady Rhea. Kurasame held no punches. “Ice Reaper” nickname fit him so well when he trained his students. They went out to fight for the Church of Seiros almost every week for the Goddess’s cause. Breaktime was scarce for the children. The few times Byleth had spotted them, their slumped shoulders and worn features struck a chord within her. That made it all more heartbreaking.

The professor felt warmth envelop her right hand on the table. She glanced at Edelgard, who gently squeezed with both hands.

“I’m sure they have their reasons, Byleth. If anything, I’m grateful to have you as our teacher.”

How strange. Byleth’s eyes softened. She is being cared for by her students. Their hands parted only for the older female to caress Edelgard’s face. This caused the vermillion noble to nestle into the nearby comfort with a blooming smile. If Edelgard were to have someone like Commander Kurasame… Her navy hues darkened. Byleth would never allow them to teach her and her classmates. Thumb smoothing over her skin, Byleth cracked out a smile.

“And I’m grateful to have you as my girlfriend.”

“!”

Alas, that smile was ever so fleeting on Edelgard’s lips. It was replaced with widening hues, jaw dropped, and a deep shade of red bursting from her cheeks. Incoherent sayings rattled out of the girl’s mouth as she took a step backward. An arm was raised, the blush spreading to all parts of her face.

“W-Wha— Why did you have to say that?!”

“Is… that a problem?”

“Of course, it is!”

Their relationship was no mere student-teacher. After the excruciating waiting and “what if” games, they finally took the first step above friendship with the help of a few allies. Edelgard had both hands pressed against her own chest; a frown marked as a prominent characteristic. The corner of her lips wavered as she barked,

“It would be bad if someone were to overhear us!”

Not that anyone other than Sothis, Jeralt, and the Black Eagles knew about it. Their private affairs would open a can of worms should word spread. Gossip about Class Zero might be overridden by the mere mention of their affairs. How scandalous. Just imagining the headlines made her stomach drop. “Edelgard von Hresvelg, the future ruler for the Adrestian Empire, found dating with Professor Byleth!” Edelgard might as well give up on her purpose of becoming an emperor if their secrets were exposed.

Byleth squinted her eyes to a slit, a twinkle sparkling from the corner.

“You’re right. It would be bad.”

“I’m glad that you see where I’m coming from. Now, I suggest we— MMFH!?”

What a surprise! Byleth pressed her lips onto those soft, pink flesh. Though it was brief, that managed to silence the 18-year-old. Temporarily, that is. When they parted, a tiny mushroom cloud of steam blew from the top of her head, and in came the overreaction.

“What are you doing?! What if they see us?”

She began to take a couple more steps backward, her entire face becoming as red as a beet. This was her limit for today. Any more and she might faint on the spot! The professor shrugged her shoulders with a neutral expression.

“They didn’t though.”

“BYLETH!”

“Yes?”

Ugh, how unbearable! Edelgard would love to run up to the teacher, pull on her cheeks, and scold the older female of her social etiquette. She really needs to work on them! Did she even interpret the earlier outburst correctly? Based on her blank reaction, it appears not. There was that strange twinkle not too long ago though… Could that mean she was being teased instead?! Hark, the white-haired closed her eyes and coughed into her fist in lieu of retaliation. She stilled herself for a few seconds; the heat simmered down to nothingness as she guided their conversation back to the main topic. When the female cracked open her eyelids, she wondered,

“Do you think they could be swayed by my words?”

Recruitment is an important part of her current plan at the monastery. Although she placed a great deal of trust with Byleth, she knew that her goals would have a greater chance of achievement if there were more comrades standing by her side. It was a noble purpose… a noble purpose that requires the spilling of blood from many; it was a bleak path that can drive one to insanity. Edelgard has no choice but to march forward into the crimson puddles and road, lest she succumbs to something more than depression!

Byleth cupped her own chin and stared downward. Those navy hues examined the wooden tile’s patterns intently during her ponder. Class Zero was a group that she hardly knew much about. Secretive was the correct terminology to describe them. They appear open and possess a cheerful disposition, yet there was something hidden beneath their exterior. She could not explain her line of reasoning for it, but her instincts forewarned about their origin. It was at the tip of her fingertips… Confirmation and elaboration were all she needed. She gazed upward. Edelgard had kept her eyes on her older girlfriend. Eventually, the professor huffed.

“It’s too soon to say. We should leave them to be.”

“…You’re right. I must be getting ahead of myself.”

“Perhaps.” Then, the teal-haired reached out to pat the student’s hair. “Whatever their answers may be, I will always be by your side, El.”

“Yes… So long as I have you by my side, I have nothing to fear.”

“Good girl.”

Their conversation came to closure as Byleth resumed tidying the classroom and her supplies. This might take some time. In that case, Edelgard motioned a farewell to her teacher before taking her leave. Trouble was already waiting. A couple steps out of the lecture hall and she came to contact with another student.

“Oof!”

The impact possessed a bit more power than she had anticipated. Unfortunately, she had lost her balance. Edelgard fell forward and into the person. Had it not been for their quick reflexes, they would have collapsed together. Should Claude ever be present, he would have laughed his bottom off at her misfortune. If he were kinder than his schemes, he might have given pity points in her way. Her gloved hands pressed upon the male’s broad chest. The black attire, the red cape, the golden patterns… A single glance told her that it was none other than a student from the infamous Class Zero.

“King…?”

“Are you okay?”

His deep voice reverberated from his throat. Taller than both her and Byleth, the young man gently eased her away from his body. Compared to him, Edelgard felt like a midget. (He reminds her too much of Dedue.) She could not help but bob her head and slurred thanks. Seeing that no harm was done, the gunner softly scoffed and turned his back towards her.

“Please be careful. Had you bump into someone like Deuce or Jack, you would have been in trouble.”

Straight to the point; there was nothing more to add. Though there was truth to his words. Deuce was the weakest member, and she would have been the one causing trouble instead. As for Jack, he can be a flirt with the ladies. This holds no exception to those outside of Orience, the playboy spotted hanging out with a new girlfriend every week or so. King immediately left her behind, the house leader staring after him like a deer in headlights.

Not even a minute ticked by until the mullet-haired bumped into his classmate. An elongated sigh slithered out of his respiratory system when the dragoon tucked his hands into his pant’s pockets. Hunched over, Nine grumbled as his eyes followed the now-leaving Edelgard.

“Tch, she’s just staring at us like we’re animals.” Nine swiped the corner of his mouth while wearing a scowl. “I wonder what she’ll think if we give her a good ol’ lesson— OUCH!”

The dragoon vigorously rubbed the top of his head as Queen delivered a punishing blow. She retracted her hand and shook her head.

“Nine, please refrain yourself.”

“How could I? Don’t act so holy yourself, Queen. You saw the way she looked at us!”

“Lady Edelgard is not the type to act that way. Besides, it’s normal for them to view us that way. Didn’t you remember how we were treated back at the peristylium?” She was correct. Back when they were a part of Suzaku Peristylium as cadets, they attracted far more attention than needed. After their bravery from their first operation, Class Zero gained plenty of infamous focus. Everywhere they walk, whispers and murmurs tailed after them. Some were singing high praises as if they were the gods and goddesses. Some resented the students as they gained special permission to be a part of their academic institution. The fact that they were receiving similar treatment on this educational ground slightly disappointed them. It was unsurprising to an extent. She adjusted her glasses and returned her attention to Nine. “Then, again, I’m sure your simple mind could not begin to understand the complexity of our situation…”

“Oi oi, try saying that again to me, Queenie,” the rowdy boy got up to her face. He snarled and jabbed his finger on her chest. “I do understand our situation! I’m not stupid!”

She rolled her eyes. “You couldn’t even name the nations from Orience.”

“Ha! Yes, I can!”

“Right…. Right… Sure you can….”

“KORRA! I’ll prove it to you! It’s Lolicon—”

“Relax, Nine,” King placed a hand on the raging boy’s shoulder. He firmly squeezed on it as he muttered, “We have bigger issues to deal with.”

“Tch, we’re talking about that axe-wielding girl, aren’t we?”

“No…”

Queen exhaled loudly. Right at that moment, the other members of Class Zero coincidentally regrouped in the field. (Many of them wandered about the premise and had either returned from a mission or from the training grounds.) Thank goodness they would be able to divert Nine’s poor attention span to the main problem at hand.

“How goes your mission?” Ace asked the three participants: Deuce, Trey, and Cater.

“It went well,” the flutist clasped her hands with a faint smile. “We were able to escort and protect the Knights of Seiros into the Kingdom of Faerghus.”

“The walk was long though… and THIS guy wouldn’t shut up!” Cater pointed her thumb at the archer. “If I had known he would be coming, I would’ve convinced Nine and Machina to take both Deuce’s and my place!”

Trey pinched the bridge of his nose. “I hope you understand how much it pains me to hear that from you. You simply do not understand the importance of the political climate here in Fodlan. There is also the Crest system, to which they are to—”

“Ugh… Just SHUT UP.”

Sice held no punches when it came to annoyance, especially regarding Trey. The grim reaper dramatically covered her ears and groaned. She would love to stab a fork into her eardrums if she could. Actually, maybe it would have been better if someone taped up his voicebox so he would cease speaking. Trey would have been better had it not been for his running mouth. No one cares what he has to say… Not even the kindhearted Ace, Deuce, and Rem from Class Zero… and certainly not from Marianne, Mercedes, and Linhardt.

Seven rested a hand against her forehead. “Even though we’re thrown into another country, I’m surprised we are still acting as nothing happened.”

“What can we say?” Jack placed both hands behind his head, his head slightly tilted upward with a grin. “There’s nothing wrong with trying to make the best of our situation. It’ll do us no good to wallow in grief.”

“That’s problematic if Jack starts talking some sense…”

“Oooo, ouch, Sice, your words wound me.”

She stuck a middle finger at him as their comrades lightly chuckled or giggled at the exchange.

“Jackie is correct though~” Cinque popped in between Deuce and Cater, her arms tossed over their shoulders. The two nearly buckled under the abrupt weight as the mace-wielder giggled. “I think we’re brought here for a reason.”

“You may have a point…” Queen cupped her chin and frowned. “Ever since we’ve gotten sucked into that black portal, we’ve been stuck here.”

The unofficial class president labeled by her classmates vividly recalled the time of their transportation. All fourteen members were in their classroom. A lecture was handed out by Kurasame, who taught them advanced lessons on casting potent spells. His Tonberry calmly watched over the students. As for the Moogle, he had gathered worksheets from the diligent students. Almost an hour into the long session and a loud shatter resonated within the premise. Everything came to a standstill. The focus was dragged straight towards a black tear in space. Before they knew it, everyone in the room was pulled into the supernatural feature of the unknown.

This all happened in less than one minute. The next thing they knew, they were plopped face-first into the soil of what is called “Fodlan.” Despite their knowledge of survival, this barren landscape was a little extreme for the students. It was a miracle for them to receive help from the monastery had it not been for Commander Kurasame. Otherwise, they would have ended in a sadder state than they are currently.

“Do you think we could really head back?” Machina gripped Ace’s shoulders. He lightly shook him. “I have to return back for the sake of Izana.”

“Machina, I’m sure we will.” This time, Rem grabbed her childhood friend’s wrists and tore it away from the first Class Zero member. “It will do you no good to think about him. Right now, we need to figure out how to get back to our country.”

Seven puffed air and glanced elsewhere. “If we do, we’ll be dragged back into war. I like it here.”

War was frequent in Orience with the four nations. The Dominium of Rubrum, the Milites Empire, the Kingdom of Concordia, and the already-obliterated Lorican Alliance were slaughtering each other in the name of their morally grey reasons. Plenty of skirmishes and dying soldiers were almost a daily occurrence. This was all due to the peace treaty being violated by one other than Cid from the Milites Empire. He broke it and immediately struck the Suzaku Peristylium’s grounds. Screams and wails of dying students haunted their memories. Grown men trying to bring about the same treatment as they’ve done with the other students. Guns blazing in the roaring flames. Magic and summons recreated for the sake of a crucial minute. Blood spilled everywhere. Dying students were forgotten in history by the country's Crystals; name tags commemorating their existence by mere names. It was a violent conflict. Their comrades were dying each day. They couldn’t even catch much of a break. One slip-up and they were finished.

The fact that they were transported here during times of peace was seen as a blessing.

“I prefer if we stay here if you ask for my honest opinion.”

“Sure, it is peaceful, but I have a feeling we need to return back to Orience as soon as possible,” Cater said. “We may have a reason for being summoned here, but once we’ve accomplished it, then we can go home.”

“Back to the dreadful war again?”

She gravely nodded.

“Yes… Back into the conflict.”

“…”

Everyone became silent. Their heads hung, many of the students began to contemplate their reason for being here at the monastery. Why are they here…? And for what purpose? Who sent them here? A multitude of questions floated within their skull, desperation for answers becoming aggressive at its owner and listener. Are they tools for war once again? If they were brought here, does that mean they had to participate in another war-like effort? They are child soldiers, the vermillion-caped cadets dubbed the "Red Demons."

“Until we find a way back… Let’s enjoy ourselves~”

Cinque random antics were so unpredictable. However, that made her weighty statement all the more powerful; Ace could be seen singing some from himself too. He chuckled and lowered his head.

“She’s right,” he said. As the atmosphere lightened, he added, “We might as well think of this as a long-term vacation. Besides, I don’t think it hurts to get to know everyone else.”

Deuce intertwined her fingers and beamed. "I think we should have a picnic with everyone!"

"That sounds like an excellent idea."

That voice did not belong to anyone of the 14 members. Rather, the mature, feminine voice boomed from behind the card-wielder. Before he could glance over his shoulder, the ex-mercenary stepped forward and stood by his side. Ace cautiously watched her actions. As they were strangers upon this land, though they may have been a part of the monastery for a month by now, they were conditioned to be wary of anyone outside of their little Class Zero family and their self-proclaimed mother, Arecia Al-Rashia. You just cannot trust anyone. If Suzaku Peristylium's Commandment and co-conspirators always used sly, corrupted techniques to get them and Mother Arecia killed, then who else could they trust? This professor seems trustworthy though from their observations... even Kurasame's Tonberry warmed up to her.

"Hmph," King crossed his arms. "You think so?"

The professor nodded. Despite her brick-like expression, the teal-haired motioned,

"If anything, just as Ace mentioned, we should get to know everyone. I think it would be fair for us to get to know you all too."

"Oh~ So which Housey should we have a picnic with first?" Cinque raised a hand high in the air. "I think it'll be too much to have all three Housey to have lunch together, right?"

A glimmer sparkled from the corner of Byleth's eyes.

"Since I am the professor of the Black Eagles House, I would love to have you all meet my students."

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