I decided for the month of June, for a few reasons, I would post a series of one-shots based on prompts, about the different pairings in this series. It'll be all over the place, not linear or focused on one particular story, so I hope you like it!

The first one is about Daggeron and Althea.

Let me know what you think!

First Kiss

The day he met her, Daggeron had considered Althea to be a whirlwind.

After all, he met her when his mentor had caught her battering another young man into submission with her fists.

"Ow, stop, Thea, please, I-ow!" Daggeron frowned at the antics of the pair, ready to step in, when Leánbow cleared his throat.

"Let's leave the battling for our enemies, yes?" he requested politely, trying to mask his amusement. The young woman straightened up abruptly; big green eyes going wide as her hands went behind her back. Daggeron watched as her features coloured red in embarrassment, his brow furrowed.

"S-sir, I apologise, I-" she was silenced by Leánbow raising a hand.

"Daggeron," his teacher called his name, and he lifted his head to step forwards proudly. "Althea, and Calindor. Both hail from the Woodland Kingdom, and they will be joining you in your training," Leánbow introduced. Daggeron looked from Althea, whose long, naturally messy, black hair was tied back in a ponytail, to Calindor, whose on sandy hair fell around his face. He had some muscle to him; maybe more than Daggeron, which confused him. How had Althea, so much smaller, bested him in the way she had?

Remembering his manners, Daggeron bowed to the pair. Calindor nodded back silently, his dark eyes on Daggeron, while Althea watched him for a moment, before smiling. A little colour remained in her cheeks.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," she greeted warmly, her voice more gentle than her fists. Calindor glanced to her briefly.

"Daggeron, how about you show our new recruits around?" Leánbow requested.

"Of course," the knight-in-training nodded, resisting the urge to argue. He wasn't impressed by their first impression, but knew better than to argue with Leánbow. "Follow me, I'll show you around," turning on his heel, Daggeron walked away, and the two exchanged looks before hurrying to catch up with him. Leánbow watched the three leave, hoping that Daggeron would loosen up around them.

"Here's the archery station, you're free to come here at any time outside of your studies," Daggeron led the two through the grounds that had been his home for months.

"It's so big," Althea gazed around, looking fascinated. She had voiced excitement about almost everything that they had come across. "Do you spend a lot of time outside studies here?" she asked curiously. Daggeron gave a light shrug.

"I prefer to divide my time up between my training," he answered.

"What he means is..." an unfamiliar voice reached them, and someone landed with their arms around Daggeron's shoulders. "Is that he's a jack of all trades, and tries to master them all," a younger woman with dark eyes and a cheeky smile told the two.

"Maylin, remove yourself," Daggeron chided, untangling himself from the grip of the girl who was in her teens. Her own hair was black and fell loose to her ribs. "Please forgive my sister, she was born with the inability to remember her manners," he told the two.

"You two must be the new knights that Udonna was telling us about," Maylin smiled to the pair, and bowed politely. "I'm Maylin, Sun Mystic-in-training," she introduced herself.

"You're one of the Mystics?" Calindor spoke for the first time, looking a little amazed. "But you're so young," he commented, and a pout made its way onto the girl's face.

"Well you're rude," she replied, and Althea started to laugh as Calindor looked startled.

"Please forgive Cal, he speaks before he thinks sometimes," she told the girl, whose smile returned. Calindor shot his old friend a glare, but she was too busy laughing to notice.

"Maylin, surely you have studies of your own to tend to?" Daggeron asked, exasperated.

"Augustus was getting on my nerves again," Maylin shrugged casually. Her brother watched, not understanding how she could be so flippant about the important lessons she was supposed to be taking part in. "You'll have to forgive Daggeron. He's kind of a stick in the mud," she apologised to the two, who laughed as Daggeron went red.

"Maylin," he growled.

"Yes, yes, big brother. I'm going. Nice to meet you, come say hi to us when you have a chance," Maylin waved, hurrying off.

"What a character," Calindor commented.

"I like her," Althea grinned.

"You would."

"Shall we continue?" Daggeron cleared his throat, and continued walking.

The months passed, and while he got to know Althea and Calindor, Daggeron still wouldn't have called them friends. While he saw them improve under Leánbow's guidance, as he did, he still doubted their dedication.

"Augustus, leave me alone!" Maylin wailed as she pulled out of the vines tangling around her ankles, trying to trip her up.

"How do you know it's me?" the lanky young man sitting with his feet on the table was grinning, eyes closed. "Maybe it's your own sunny disposition that's encouraging them to grow," he suggested.

"Gus, leave her be already," the pretty fae helping to brew a potion with their red-haired teacher, called over.

"You know," Althea spoke casually as she walked over and used her sword to slice through the vines and free Maylin. "They saw when a boy picks on a girl like this, he's trying to get her attention," she smirked. Daggeron's head immediately lifted as the Fire Mystic beside him snorted, smirking in amusement.

"You're not funny!" Maylin whined, but Daggeron could see her face turning red as Gus didn't react, still smiling. Althea laughed as the Sun Mystic swatted her away, and she tried very hard not to look at the Earth Mystic, who instead just allowed another vine to start crawling up her leg, blooming a small but pretty white flower.

Rolling his eyes, Daggeron stood and made his way out of the halls where they studied, heading outside to train for a while.

"Are you alright?" he glanced to Althea as she reached his side. To his surprise, Calindor wasn't nearby. Normally he shadowed her constantly.

"I'm fine, why wouldn't I be?" he asked, a little confused. Althea just smiled back.

"Will you spar with me? I feel I'm still lacking with a sword, compared to you and Cal," she complained.

"Of course," Daggeron nodded, happy that she was putting in the effort. "Although, you are excellent with a whip," he said before he knew it. Althea's face lit up as she smiled proudly.

"Thanks Daggeron," she nudged him a little, and he watched her a second longer, wondering what she was thinking. Althea then sped up. "Come on, I'm going to beat you this time for sure," she said confidently, marching on ahead of him.

"I'll believe that when I see it," he murmured, but was smiling.

As expected, she did not beat him. The win definitely belonged to Daggeron, who offered his hand to help her up for the sixth time.

"Alright, I think we can call it a draw," Althea allowed, giving a cheeky smile that told him that she was spending far too much time with his sister.

"How kind of you," Daggeron smiled back regardless, dropping her hand and returning the training swords to their place nearby. Focused on clearing up, he missed her blush.

"Daggeron, I-" Althea stopped suddenly. Wondering what had caused her to pause mid-sentence, Daggeron glanced to the young woman, who was looking around.

"What is it?" he asked, walking back over to her.

"Dark energy," she whispered, making his eyes widen.

"That's impossible, no minion of the Master has ever dared to venture this far," he breathed, looking around, but there was no sign of anything out of the ordinary.

"The village," before he could stop her, Althea had taken off at a sprint, and with a cry of alarm, he followed her. She was fast, and had been faster than him from the day she started training, so easily kept ahead of him till he felt it too. A darkness to the air that was far more sinister than he'd ever felt. Screams followed the noises, and soon they came into view of the village, as the creatures that inhabited it fled from the monsters chasing them.

"Hidiacs..." Daggeron growled, clutching the wooden sword that he hadn't put away. He'd read about the mutant creatures who served the master with no will of their own. They were just as disgusting as he'd expected.

"Leave them alone!" he looked around just in time to see Althea throw out her arm. He hadn't even realised she'd conjured a whip. It shone silver in the poor light of dusk, hitting one of the Hidiacs and knocking it away from the Elf that ran with a small child in her arms.

"Let's clear them out," Daggeron snapped to attention and called to his companion, who nodded. They moved into action, fighting off the monsters who shrieked and snarled at them, but didn't put up any real fight against the two with their weapons and magic. Before long, the Hidiacs were all gone; melted back into the darkness, and the two knights breathed heavily.

"Now that was why I wanted to become a Knight," Althea grinned from the ground beside him, sweat running down her face. It streaked through the dirt, and a small cut oozed blood by her cheekbone, but neither had suffered any real damage other than some cuts and bruises. Daggeron couldn't help but laugh.

"You and I are in agreement. Come, let's warn Leánbow and Udonna of what happened here," he said, and Althea got to her feet, letting her whip vanish in a flash of silver light. "You are talented in magic as well," he commented, watching her. Althea smiled back at him.

"So are you. Sun and Moon, what a pair, eh?" she offered her hand, and he felt his face warm as he took it, his heart starting to race.

"Indeed," he nodded, and the two started to walk back.

"Oh look, full moon," Althea smiled, pointing up to the moon high above in the sky, bright against the clear dark sky as night quickly fell. Daggeron looked up, before glancing to Althea, thinking to himself how pretty she looked after a fight.

To say that they'd gotten into trouble for running off to help the village was an understatement. While Leánbow commended the pair for their bravery, they were still training, and could have ended up in much more danger, had any real enemies shown themselves. There was a rumour that the Queen of the Vampires herself was lurking around.

Time passed quickly, despite having their duties doubled for their actions, and Daggeron found himself spending more time with Althea alone, whether it be during training, or spending time relaxing. It had gotten to the point where the Mystics had noticed, and even Gus had teased him about courting the pretty woman, who was already starting to hold her own against him in their sparring matches.

"Do you ever stop that?" Althea's voice snapped Daggeron from his thoughts, and he looked at her sharply. She sat on the table, holding a book on shapeshifting that she'd been studying intently.

"Stop what?" he asked, confused.

"Pacing," Althea laughed. "I'm close to sticking your feet to the floor," she teased, wiggling her fingers as if casting a spell.

"I am simply concerned about Maylin and the other Mystics with their fight. They had to travel very close to the Cimmerian Forest," Daggeron cleared his throat, but reluctantly stopped his pacing. "Where is Calindor?" he asked.

"No clue. I think he's following probably in the library with Niella. He's getting far too good at his spells," Althea shrugged. Daggeron cast another look around the hall. Sure enough, they were the only ones there. Which only made him more aware of Althea. His feelings for her were getting far too much, and she didn't seem to notice at all. "They will be alright, Daggeron. The Mystics are powerful, moreso than you or I. They will survive to continue causing mayhem around here," Althea soothed, seeming to mistake his quiet for concern for his sister and the others.

"I...thank you," Daggeron nodded, and Althea tilted her head as she slipped off the table and approached him. "You are right, they will be fine. I just need to have faith in them," he said, making her smile.

"Of course I'm right," she said simply, drawing a surprised laugh from him that made her smile grow.

His surprise then skyrocketed, when she drew closer; too close for normal, and reached up on her tip-toes. Her fingers, calloused from training, curled around the cloth of his tunic, pulling him down somewhat roughly to bring his lips to hers. Daggeron let out a surprised noise, but didn't pull away. Instead, he put his hands on her arms and leaned in closer as she let him guide her into his arms. Her lips were cooler than his, but they quickly warmed as neither could stop their smiles. Daggeron didn't want to pull away, finding her embrace, and her kiss, addictive and leaving him wanting more.

He'd wondered what it would be like to kiss Althea for some time now. How it would feel to have her in his arms. But he hadn't expected her to make the first - or any move - on him.

Thinking back on it, though, he wasn't surprised in the slightest.

The previous Mystics were characters I've had in my head for a while now, so I'm glad I finally got to introduce a couple of them here.

The reason for these is partly because I know that my updating has been awful recently, and at the end of this month, it's going to be even worse as the new expansion for Final Fantasy 14 is finally out so that's going to take up all my free time. So I figured for the build up, I'd write prompts every day.

If you have any specific prompts that you'd like to read - based on kisses, as that's the theme for this - or any specific pairings that you want to see pop up, whether they're any of the OCs or canon characters, let me know and I'll do my best to include them, if I haven't already planned on it ;)

And if you really want, I might include a bonus one of Beast Morphers, of something in my head that I might include at some point.

Hope you liked it!

Please review :)