Oh my god I only just found out how filthy this story is. CURSE YOU, UNPRECEDENTED CREATION OF TROLL ANATOMY.
A result of my friend discovering the perfect OTP, basically. Then he drew beautiful art and I wrote beautiful fiction. Back in our day shipping every character was a novelty and a joke! We hung out on the official forums, so I was able to snoop through the perma-archived internet evidence and nab the exact date. It even looks like one character had only been introduced a month before (I'll let you guess which one).
Thanks to FF dot net's whole ascii-stripping panicking service (IT WON'T EVEN LET ME WRITE THEIR SITE NAME PROPERLY), you wouldn't believe how much of a pain it was to get the joke to render properly. Urghhhh.
Written 12 Oct 2009, age 15. (Just after my birthday, in fact!)
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From where he hovered, the Honeybee Professor watched the firefly waft along the field, her gentle light pulsating in the dark evening. He could feel the bucket swaying rhythmically below him, hanging from his lower legs.
He could do this. He knew about FRACTAL COMPRESSION and LIMIT BREAK FORMATION, about PERCENTAGE CALCULUS and SIMULATION MECHANICS. If he knew all of those, he could do this.
The striped insect hesitantly flew over. She turned her head towards him, slightly surprised.
"So, Serenity." The Honeybee Professor scratched his head awkwardly. "I just want you to know... that I got you this."
He lifted the bucket with his middle legs and held it out to her.
"It's the best nectar I could find. A bee tradition. What it means is... I love you."
Serenity looked at the golden liquid, eyes wide. Then, with a beautiful smile, she looked back up, and said
" -... ...- ...- ...- -... ...- -... ...- -... ...- -... ...- -... ...- ...- ..-. ..-. ..-. "