denton | ( 10 ) Reveal your hand, show me what makes you glow like apple trees, like Tokyo.

( m/f, 18+. tho, I can also bring out his teen account out on request. )

[ When Kiritsugu comes home, Shirou is hard at work in the kitchen. However, he's not making any kind of meal, at least not yet. He hasn't seen Rin yet today, but he suspects she's going to give him some kind of chocolate. Exactly what kind of chocolate he doesn't know, but he's not going to be caught unprepared. And laid out on the counter are all of the ingredients and utensils he needs to bake a chocolate cake.

When he sees Kiritsugu walk in, he smiles. ]

Welcome home! Your dinner is in a container in the refrigerator. All you have to do is put it in the microwave for two minutes and it will be ready to eat.

( ota, 18+. )

[Integra and Claude had more in common than he'd ever expected to find from anyone in Fodlan -- and in other ways, their upbringings couldn't have been more different. She was, after all, a Fodlan noble born and raised, and he was someone who just used it as a convenient smokescreen when he needed to, by waving his Crest and bloodline in people's faces. Still, if he were more prone to believing in such things, he'd peg their meeting to fate.

Integra's choice to leave the Kingdom to join the cause of the Alliance was all her own, though. Not fate, or the will of the Goddess, or anything else. He respected that, and he was admittedly curious about the mysterious woman and the dark rumours he'd heard about House Hellsing.

Of course, they were just rumours, and every noble house had enemies who would benefit from such rumours. Likewise, his intelligence network wasn't infallible. The easiest thing to do would be to learn more about the woman herself. He was sure the old Claude charm could win her around somehow, even if she was so far cold when it came to his attempts at flirting.

They're riding back to the capital when the entourage set up camp for the evening near a forested lake. He spots Integra going off alone to the water's edge, maybe to collect her thoughts and get some privacy. Claude allows her some time before sidling over to join her.]

Little late to be fishing, don't you think? [... She clearly isn't fishing at all, but he does enjoy being deliberately dense at times like these.]

( f/f. )

[ Inviting Homura and their other friends from school to the mountain ski resort is the first step in Jun's grand ultimate plan. She had been crushing on Homura for a while now, and she had been working up the courage to admit her feelings. She chose a resort that's not owned by her parents just so she can have some breathing room from them. They've been so obnoxious in sticking their noses in her life and Jun is starting to want independence now as she's growing older. High school is nearly ending for her, and it feels like her youth is at it's end too.

So now, she's at the resort's skating rink. Decorated with warm string lights overhead with soft pink lighting and heart balloons at every curve. Jun had warmed up when Homura arrives to see her not being as subtle as she thinks, showing off her complex skating maneuvers from seamless spins and jumps. Once she felt satisfied with that and feeling her body heat up from her movements, Jun waves hello to Homura and approaches her on the side. A barrier separates them from the waist down, and Jun leans her forward with her elbows and forearms cradling her chest. ]

Hey. Ready to get in the ice?

( ota! )

[ No smut pls. Shippy prompts a-ok ]

Edited 2021-02-15 00:14 (UTC)

[War and all the work that went with it left many people weary. There weren't too many things out there that brought joy to people in these times. And the bitter Fodlan cold crept through Garreg Mach, but... Valentine's Day still managed to bring some measure of happiness to people in the old monastery. Not the least of whom was Manfred von Vaeris, a wyvern-riding knight from Leicester. Though of noble blood technically, his position was considerably less than most of his peers. And as such, it was easy for him to side with Byleth, believing the professor was doing the right thing in the state of Fodlan's affairs. He'd proven to be dauntless, brave, and unshakable, but still kind and understanding, volunteering his free time to help refugees in the Monastery and undertake supply runs where he could. That was business as usual.

What did have him somewhat off-kilter today though, was where he was headed after seeing to his venerable, and sometimes ornery, Wyvern, Phantom. After leaving the stables and passing by the marketplace... he saw her. Dorothea. They'd known each other since before the war, back in the halcyon days filled with white clouds and blue skies. And they'd been constant allies, friends, under the professor... but... lately, he'd seen the war wear heavily upon her. She hid it well, but... there was often a sadness lurking in those green eyes of hers. Or at least, that's what he thought he saw. He didn't really know if this was appropriate, what he was about to do, but...

He wanted to try. So he swallowed the nerves in his throat, went to the vendor nearby to purchase a bouquet of flowers. Manfred wondered if she'd be swimming in them, thanks to what he figured would be a long list of admirers, but... to hell with it.

With the flowers in hand, he approached the songstress with a warm smile, presenting them to her... if perhaps, a little awkwardly.]

Happy Valentine's, Dorothea.

[ Manfred wasn't at all wrong. The war's been weighing heavily on her shoulders for so long, she's starting to feel...nothing. At first, it was easy to be outraged and cry over what they had to do to fight against the Church while still follow through on their mission. Lately, however, after having to fight old friends and classmates, all of them fatal, she's tired. Exhausted. And, scariest of all, she's starting to go numb to it.

Her lack of emotion is easy to shrug off once they're outside of battle. Most of the time. Being around her beloved friends makes her feel human again. She can shrug off the defensive mask. Still, it creeps up on her from time to time, and always when she's alone with herself. Manfred snaps her out of that very daze, and the shock on her face is genuine. ]

...! [ When did he arrive? How long has he been there?! If he saw her spacing out like that... ] Manny! Is...Are those really for me?

[It truly had been a long five years. The war dragged on and on, and only recently looked like there may finally be a turning point, with Adrestian victories mounting all over Fodlan. But there was still more left to do. More battles left to fight... and perhaps the toughest ones yet to come. But those were things to worry about in the future. Not today.

His smile never wavered at the question. The shock on her face did surprise him, though. But he found it a pleasant one.]

Of course they are. I don't know any other Dorotheas.

[He joked lightly, but his tone was gentle in its teasing.]

And... well, I came to ask you if you had any plans tonight?

[ Her shock quickly subsides, leaving her to her usual smile. In true Dorothea fashion, she's already slipped back into her relaxed, casual conversation mode. ]

I don't, actually! [ She raises her eyebrow some, her smile tipping slightly into a smirk. ] Why? Were you looking for some company?

[Ah yeah, that smirk. That's more of what he was hoping to see. That's more of the woman he's known for years, and that brings some relief to his nerves. Though hearing she had no plans for Valentine's... well, that was something of a surprise. Though less than it would've been five years ago.]

I was. And well, if it's not too weird, I'd like it to be you.

[He gave a small shrug, calmly.]

I know I'm not exactly Prince Charming riding in on a white horse to sweep you off your feet for a romantic evening. But I thought about it, and spending the evening talking with you over a low key dinner? Sounded like the nicest way to spend it. But I'm open to ideas if you have any too.

[The wyvern knight sounded quite simply sincere in his invitation, without bluster or pretension. Noble as he might have been, he did not usually bother with the airs, given his relatively low station. In matters like this, he saw no need to do anything but keep his feet on the ground, and not on the stirrups of a high horse.]

( ota, tho f/f is wonderful. voicetesting. pls be gentle. )

[ Eclair just wanted to show her eternal gratitude to the imperial family for taking her in when she was let go. With her only desire is to serve and be of help to others, Eclair's life is saved when she was assigned to be the imperial maid. Once home in Enbarr, Eclair prepares to assist her empress on their first morning back home at the imperial palace. There's much work to be done in the now unified nation of Fodlan, and her empress needs to be at her best. Before the sun is up, Eclair prepared Edelgard's meal. Hubert may be the Empress' vassal, but in this palace, Eclair is the one in charge of their empress. Or at least that's how she sees it. ]

Good morning, Lady Edelgard. It's the dawn of a new day.

[ Eclair says as she lets herself in, opening the curtains after setting Edelgard's breakfast tray down by the bed. ]

How does it feel to sleep in your own bed after so long?

[ She asks with a tender smile; the light of the sun coming in from the windows are softened by Eclair standing in front of it as to not blind Edelgard, gesturing to the tray with a graceful movement of her arm ]

The palace physicians recommended that you take this day off for yourself, so I made you something indulgent to start your day off right.

[ Some Sautéed Pheasant and Eggs, with a bit of chocolate for dessert that she added in as extra ]

Edited 2021-02-15 03:50 (UTC)

[ota! currently Verdant Wind and Cindered Shadows compliant.]

[ The Astors may be aligned with the Kingdom of Faerghus, but Blair's time in the Officer's Academy had made her switch allegiances. She cannot, even with her selfishness and grey morality, to join the Empire or even support the Kingdom. Something else was going on that's causing all of this chaos and she was determined to find that out for herself.

Claude is someone of a kindred spirit. They're both strategists with excellent archery skills, and his personality was a foil to her own. But a deep similarity of them being scheming people - something they possibly don't consciously realize - has drawn them to each other. They act like fire-forged comrades and they know each other well, especially after the many battles they've been to and survived. But they actually don't know much personal details about each other, as Blair just realized. The curiosity has been eating away at her for a couple of days now. Just who is this leader she chose to follow and leave her comfortable life for?

Fast-forward to the present, Blair is standing watch at a guard tower overlooking a garrisoned town. The sight was beautiful in it's own, depressing way. Buildings and homes are ruined, yet many still standing, just like how they all are from this war. She sees Claude going around patrolling and checking up on people, seeing him down on the street from her tower. So once he makes his way to her, Blair paid him half of her attention by keeping her eyes on the town but speaking something to him ]

If you're here to invite me to a feast, I am respectfully declining.

[Although they've won a string of important victories lately, the past few battles have taken their toll, and Claude has made a point to check on his forces and to keep spirits up. He may not always seem like the most reliable leader at times, but he certainly doesn't want his army to march on doom and gloom.

So when he gets that response from Blair, Claude's expression is schooled into one of mock affront.]

Lady Astor, you wound me! Whatever could I have done to deserve such cold treatment? [There's only so long he can keep up fake noble talk, so he relaxes back to his usual demeanour.] Aren't you hungry? Ooh, I know. Maybe you'd rather eat alone, just the two of us?

[He laughs. Maybe prodding her with a little humour will get her to open up.]

[ OTA, F/F-leaning. Especially interested in Valentines and Domesticity scenarios! ]

[ OTA. Especially interested in Valentines and Domesticity scenarios! ]

[ OTA. Especially interested in Valentines scenarios! ]

[ M/F for shippy stuff, OTA for platonic stuff ]

[ M/F for shipping, OTA for platonic stuff ]

[ M/F shipping / smut but yeah I'm all over whatever. ]

Edited 2021-02-15 01:09 (UTC)

[ She's older by default outside of like super immortal people or w/e but I'm open ]

[ Her romances probably have a bit of domination edge in her favor but yeah open ]

[ Voicetesting. No smut prompts, please, but shipping is okay! Also available as 1st ascension. ]

[ Dimitri had found himself spending more and more time in the library as of late. However, it wasn't spent reading -- not all of it, at any rate. Ever since the first day he'd poked his head in and had the gorgeous librarian literally fall into his arms while trying to balance a precarious stack of books, he's been taking time to talk to her. They had managed to start forming a bond by their both knowing the pain of losing loved ones and, despite Dimitri favoring blades over books, it grew from there. He'd even started to consider writing an autobiography, as per her suggestion.

Today is Valentine's Day, and Dimitri once again stops by the library specifically to see Murasaki. He has a bundle of books in his hand, though they aren't library books. Dimitri had gone to Ashe and Ingrid to ask them for their favorite tales of knights from Faerghus, and picked three of them along with a box of chocolates and a written dinner invitation, then tied them into a bundle with a pink ribbon to give to the librarian as a gift. Of course, now that he's actually there, he finds himself getting really nervous. Rather than his lunch, his stomach feels like it's full of butterflies, and he can only manage to hope that his face hasn't turned completely red.

Fortunately, Murasaki is at her desk. Even more fortunately, no one is nearby. He forces a smile and approaches. ]

Good afternoon, Lady Murasaki. As always, it's a pleasure to see you here. How are you?

[ He'll try to start with small talk, and try to find a way to work his gift into the conversation naturally. ]

[ Having finished her cataloguing for the time being, Murasaki's allowed herself a moment or two to read, or re-read, rather, a copy of Hamlet that was recently checked back in. She finished her other book earlier in the day, so it comes at the perfect timing. She doesn't get too far in the familiar pages before Dimitri's voice catches her attention. She barely catches herself from jumping on reflex. It's so easy to be absorbed into a story, she can't help it most of the time. ]

Oh, you came by again today. Were you able to find something to your liking? [ She asks the question with the utmost sincerity and softness to her voice (they are in a library, after all). As much of a bookworm as she is, she's always happy to see people perusing the shelves even if they don't borrow anything at the end of the day. Just the spark of interest is better than indifference. ]

[ Dimitri shifts around a bit in place when he's spoken to. The hand holding the Valentine's Day gift goes behind his back, where she won't be able to see it. ]

Ah, well, not yet. I actually haven't taken a look at the books yet today. More than anything, I wanted to talk to you today.

[He pauses. Should he now? Hmmm...]

...Um...this is some nice weather we're having for this time of year, isn't it?

[ She almost catches sight of his gift, but only because of the movement of his arm. She wonders if it's just her imagination, but his focus seems to be a bit of everywhere. Could whatever he's got be the reason why? Maybe it's a book he wants to rent but is embarrassed to show her? Maybe... ]

The...weather? [ Odd direction of conversation, but now she's honing in on that embarrassing book title hypothesis. ] I'm afraid I wouldn't know. The library always has a bit of a chill to it. Hence the shawls I bring with me.

Edited 2021-02-15 21:31 (UTC)

Wait, you haven't left the library?

[ That raises all kinds of questions within Dimitri's head. Moreover, to someone who is as active as he, the idea of staying in a single (albeit huge) room all the time is not one he can understand an appeal of. ]

You haven't been feeling ill, have you? I would be more than happy to help determine if you have a fever, if you're feeling feverish. Or bring you a bowl of soup for a sore throat.

Oh, no, it's nothing like that. I haven't been sick in a long, long time. [ Putting it lightly, honestly. ] I'm just...

[ She hesitates, not wanting to just up and say it. ]

I've always been more of the introverted sort. I'd pass the time for days and days in my quarters, buried in books that caught my interest. It's much more enjoyable for me to be here among the volumes I love.

[ Dimitri is making a mental note to include a walk in their date -- if she accepts, that is. ]

That would explain why I seldom see you outside of the library. But please, don't overlook your health. I'd hate to see something happen to you.

[A pause.]

...I apologize. I overstepped just now. Please understand that I just wish for your health and happiness.

[ She grumbles a bit to herself as she looks herself over. Does she really seem so out of shape? Perhaps it's because of her pallor? ]

You needn't be sorry for being concerned. It's proper exercise to carry and place books. I'm plenty happy here.

[Dimitri considers Murasaki's response. Sure, enough books would provide plenty of weight, but they'd also be unwieldy. He can't help but think back to the time he caught her while she was trying to balance a stack in her hands.]

You do have a point about that.

[And rather than harp on about it, Dimitri tries changing the subject to one more up Murasaki's alley -- and still in line with the gift he's holding behind him.]

Have you read any interesting books lately?

[ Normally, she'd be more than happy to wax poetic about her latest book of choice. However, something's a bit off here. He doesn't sound as at ease as he usually does, so she can only wonder if something's wrong and he just doesn't want to say. ]

Is there something else on your mind? You seem...distracted.

...It's that obvious, is it?

[ Dimitri's shoulders slump. This was far harder than he had anticipated. ]

There is, but...I, I don't know how to broach it properly. It's like nothing I've ever done before.

[Prefer M/F for any sort of shipping stuff, open to anyone for platonic goings-on.]

[ crimson flower and cindered shadows compliant by default, aus and crossovers welcome ]

( 10 ) Reveal your hand, show me what makes you glow like apple trees, like Tokyo.

kiritsugu emiya ( fate/zero )

As requested!

integra hellsing ( hellsing )

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homura akemi ( puella magi madoka magica )

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taiga aisaka 💫 toradora!

Dorothea Arnault | Fire Emblem: Three Houses | ota

You can pick the 3H route this takes place, if you'd like?

Crimson Flower should do fine!

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edelgard von hresvelg ( fire emblem: three houses )

Quick, while her paid account lasts!

Claude von Riegan | Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Assumed CR, go! Lmk if it works

works for me!

Sofia Sinclair | OC

Eclair | OC

Vel Frija | OC

Blair Astor | OC

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd | Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Athrun Zala | Gundam SEED

Bedivere | Fate/Grand Order

Haruki Suzumiya | Haruhi series (AU)

Elda Marker | Karin (Chibi Vampire) | OTA

Nachetanya Loei Piena Augustra | Rokka: Braves of Six Flowers | OTA

Murasaki Shikibu | FGO | ota

First ascension please!

/o/

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Manfred "Specter" Vaeris | OC

Marcellus "Marcus" Leberecht | OC

Adell | Disgaea 2

Marth | Fire Emblem: Shadow Dragon/Mystery of the Emblem

byleth eisner | fire emblem: three houses