Hello, everyone. Welcome to another Fire Emblem lemon of mine, albeit this one is going to be a little different. This story idea was given to me by a friend and is practically a commission I chose to accept. He and I have talked a bit and it was from him that a majority of the ideas for this story came to fruition. As things turned out, I decided to make his commission my 200th story. Feels a little surreal that I've made it this far, but I have after almost ten years of writing fanfiction. It's been a great journey and it's helped broaden my horizons in writing and I'd say in other areas as well. That broadening has thus led me to writing this M! Byleth/F! Byleth story, something that I never thought I'd do.

For obvious reasons, Male and Female Byleth will be treated as two separate characters, who will be getting pretty intimate with each other over the course of this story. For naming, M! Byleth will be referred to as Bereto and F! Byleth Beresu, quite similar to the Japanese pronunciation of their respective names. Again, M! Byleth=Bereto and F! Byleth=Beresu. Now then, you all know what this story's going to include, so, if you're interested read on and I hope you enjoy it!

I do not own anything.


I Only See You


The glow from him had yet to fade even as the battle's end well and truly sunk in. Both figuratively and literally. The bright, emerald glow of the divine power coursing through him continued to surge through his veins even as she saw the realization that the battle was over settle on his face. She was a little happy that it reminded as it suited him; plus, she believed he just looked better with that bright green color. Not that he didn't always look good, but green definitely suited him.

More so than yourself? How belittling.

I'm just saying that Bereto looks nice with green hair. That's it. She swiftly yet coolly retorted. The specter in her head seemed unconvinced. In fact, she could see her face-a faint nod and a continuation of the dry stare she'd been shooting her. It temporarily broke into an amused snicker as she looked back at the fighting stage. The next match had begun, and her male look alike was still standing strong, ready for another round. This next round would instead be two against one, the sort of odds that Beresu herself found thrilling. Especially in light of the opponents that made up the opposing team.

Richter flexed his steel-chained whip, an excited gleam in his eyes. It was reflected in Bereto's own eyes as he first smiled back at him, then at Shiek, who merely nodded in confirmation of his excitement. Strength in the male brunette and stealth in the blonde-haired ninja, a combination that covered one side's weakness. Fighting both of them would be challenging at the least and potentially even impossible at the hardest. For the male incarnation of the Ashen Demon though? It was just another challenge, one that made the so-called dead heart race with glee. Beresu's own pulseless heart thundered with excitement, albeit for reasons she would have preferred to keep to herself. Thankfully, her green-haired companion said nothing of those reasons. She too watched on as the next fight began.

Expectedly, Richter went on the attack with his whip while Sheik disappeared in a puff of smoke. His stealth tactics were good, but not good enough to fool Beresu, or Bereto.

After deflecting the chained whip, Bereto dashed to his left, deflecting the kunai blades that the bandaged-wrapped ninja hurled at him. He charged straight through them, coming within striking distance of Sheik. His slash was as swift as lightning, so fast that Sheik couldn't evade-he merely pulled out a pair of kunai and used them to parry the attack as best he could. Their exchange lasted for only a handful of seconds, but in that second numerous blows were exchanged, much of it with Bereto on the offensive and Sheik on the defense. For the latter that was perfectly fine as it gave Richter time to mount an attack from behind; he really gave himself with one of those deep, booming battle cries. Beresu didn't quite blame him though; it was part who he was. Just like being a hyper perspective combatant was a part of Bereto's nature.

Near immediately, he broke from Sheik and turned his attention to Richter. Instead of extending his Sword of the Creator, he kept it as a sword, parrying the Belmont's attack. Rather than a protracted exchange like he had with Sheik, Beresu saw her male counterpart throw something at the vampire-slaying warrior-a kunai, one he'd procured from Sheik.

When he was knocking them aside, he kept one or maybe a few for himself. Beresu realized with a smile. That forward thinking had just paid off. Richter had to dodge the blade, thrown with such speed and precision it'd cost him if he didn't. In the second long window Bereto had, he summoned another Relic-Areadhbar. Holding it in his left hand and his sword in his right, he spun about, creating a red and black-tinged cyclone around himself. It quickly blew back his two combatants, who found themselves fighting off the energized slashes that flew from the cyclone. Which one will you go after, Bereto? Sheik who can move blindingly fast and is subversive, or Richter who has range and power to him?

Suddenly, from out of the whirlwind she saw an object go flying out, toward Sheik. She quickly realized it wasn't the Relic spear belonging to the leader of the Blue Lions, it was far too small. It was an arrow, one blood-red and coursing with energy. A similar arrow went shooting toward Richter, who deflected it with his whip. In that moment of deflection, the extended tip of the Sword of the Creator finally shot forward, entangling itself with the vampire killer's steel chain.

What followed was a short but brief tug-of-war, a battle of strength pitting a monster slayer against a slayer of men. One would have thought that the former would triumph given the strength of the creatures he battled, but one would have guessed wrong.

In truth, Byleth had slain quite a few monsters himself, before he came to Garreg Mach and apparently well after he began teaching. Just like her.

Beresu mourned the fact that she couldn't see Bereto's muscles bulge with effort the same way Richter's did. All she could do was picture it, though it was still a pretty vivid picture. She had seen him shirtless a few times, including seeing him training with martial artists like Ryu and Ken; their strength far exceeded their already muscular appearance. The same somewhat went for Bereto, whose black clothing and armor belayed a physical strength that had earned praise from the strongest of the Smash Fighters, including the so-called "embodiment of power", Ganondorf himself. Beresu remembered how that one-on-one battle had gone; she'd never forget it. Likewise, she fully believed she'd never forget watching Bereto completely overpower Richter, pulling him in close enough range for a teeth-rattling uppercut to the jaw. She felt her lips curl into a smile as she watched him briefly ascend upward as he delivered the blow, her ears ringing with the reverberation of the connected blow.

Ken would have been proud. Matter of fact, she was sure she was. Beresu would have looked his way if she wasn't too focused on watching Bereto.

Those two insufferable pseudo gods could show up again and you'd hardly notice, would you? Sothis jokingly chimed. Of course, her focus was also on the battle just like hers. Even if she didn't say it, she was just as interested in its outcome as Beresu was.

What they saw greatly excited them, especially her. Bereto gripped the Vampire Killer in his left hand, an act that she was sure was both awe-inspiring and infuriating. Had Dracula been present, the count would have undoubtedly burst into laughter at the action. Albeit his excitement might have been muted as Byleth channeled the divine power that dwelled within him. It seemed to cause a resonance of sorts with the spiked whip. The medieval weapon glowed a pale blue and white in contrast to the gold and red of the Sword of the Creator. Both weapons were held up high, their divine power radiating outward akin to an emerging sun. Beresu was speechless, as were the rest of the spectators. Lastly, there was Sheik, whose awe was short-lived as he quickly realized that he needed to act fast least he come under double assault by the divine whips.

Barely a heartbeat later and that's exactly what happened. Beresu's blue eyes followed each whip, one of chain and the other of a black chord, as they struck. Twin vipers that raced toward their target. The whole of the skyscraper was annihilated, as was the far off skyscraper, and the one behind it. Such destruction was a testament to the power both weapons had, a power that had the Hyrulean ninja on the run. Beresu could have sworn she saw the flex of each whip as Bereto swung them with nothing short of incredible skill. Mastering the use of a whip was tricky, but to use two simultaneously? That was a whole other level of skill.

Beresu felt her heart flutter all the more as she watched his arms weave. With their weaving went the movement of his whips, not a movement wasted; Sheik was kept entirely on the defensive as he was forced to the edge of the skyscraper, and eventually down it. Not to be detoured, Bereto brought his whips down against the side of the building, rattling the entire thing-yet another testament to the power and skill he possessed. As he withdrew them, Beresu saw the multi-storied building beginning to shake. It was only a matter of time before it collapsed from the damage down to it.

Before it did though, the original owner of the Vampire Killer would have his weapon back. With another thunderous cry, he made his presence known. And signified that Bereto's uppercut to his jaw hadn't damaged his speaking ability in the slightest. He might have spent those precious few minutes nursing it though. While she may have been at a distance in the hovering stands, Beresu could see the makings of a bruised jaw. More importantly, she saw the mark of a bruised ego. Richter most definitely wanted his whip back, and she was curious if Bereto would give it back willing or make the brown-haired Belmont fight for it.

Wearing a thin smirk, he launched the morning star-tipped whip at its master. Even before it connected Beresu knew this was essentially Bereto returning the weapon. That said, he clearly intended to make Richter struggle for it, and struggle for it he did; quickly catching it by the chain, he wrapped it around his arm and pulled with all his might. His physical might and probably his spiritual might. The latter was likely why Bereto quickly let go, and made the jump to a nearby skyscraper. Beresu caught the smile on his face, and the way Richter's expression morphed from annoyance to a respect. Wearing that small grin, he quickly followed after him, making the great leap to the next skyscraper.

He waited until he was back on solid footing to begin fighting anew. She noticed that his grip on his whip was tighter than normal, no doubt to prevent a repeat of what happened before. The air shook as his whip collided with the Sword of the Creator, two weapons that were once united in purpose were now at odds with each other. It'd been a brief alliance, but one that Beresu was glad she was able to witness. She found herself bearing witness to more shock waves as the weapons repeatedly clashed, just as they had before. Their collisions rivaled the rumbling destruction of the skyscraper they'd previously been fighting on. Neither of the fighters cared about it, after all, they had a new foothold.

As painful as it was, Beresu tore her eyes away from the clash between the warriors. There was a third member of the battle, Richter's partner, who'd been absent since she decided down the side platforms. Knowing Sheik, he was waiting for his moment to strike.

He'll catch it in time. I know he will.

Quite confident, aren't you?

Do you have a reason to doubt him? I don't.

Hmm, considering that you're capable of ascertaining her location, then certainly Bereto is as well. Matter of fact, I would wager he's searching for the cross dresser now.

Beresu's eyes focused on the rooftop floor that the pair of warriors were fighting on. For a fraction of a second, her blue eyes widened, then narrowed in understanding. She realized where Sheik was and what he was up to, but as a spectator, it wasn't her place to say anything. Not to mention being the person she was, she needed to see if Bereto could catch it in time and react to it on his own. In the depths of her heart, she was certain he would, just as she was certain that he'd be able to handle himself against two skilled opponents like Richter and Sheik. This would just be a continuation of it.

After jumping back to evade several of Richter's attacks, Bereto held out his hand, summoning Areadhbar once again. The male brunette grimaced as he knew the destructive power of the spear. So too did everyone else, but the question was would it do any good in actually hitting the older man. He was agile and had a far more mobile weapon in his weapon, albeit Byleth was no slouch in speed himself. Also, he was no slouch in intelligence either.

Rather than striking at Richter, Bereto instead struck the ground. At first there was a bright flash of red followed by the sound of concrete cracking, a sound loud enough to rival thunder. For a second, it seemed like the entire rooftop of the garage had been struck by a thunderbolt as it exploded in such a fashion. Thanks to the protective barrier, Beresu and the other spectators didn't have to worry about the shrapnel that flew in all directions. Speaking of directions, Bereto was propelled skyward thanks to the force of his attack. As he ascended, he traded out Areadhbar for the Relic bow, Failnaught. Bereto's switch in tactics was as quick as lightning, and his shots were just as fast. The bow string was plucked and several magical arrows were let loose from the divine bow, each shooting downward toward a specific target.

Sheik barely had any time to react to the arrows and they rained down atop of him. He was still disoriented from Bereto's counterattack. Knowing he was setting explosives beneath the rooftop, he "cut the knot" as Beresu knew the saying went. Shaken, the Hyrulean native was forced to scramble out of the way, but he couldn't avoid all the arrows. Several nicked him, slowing him down. If Bereto had focused on him, he'd have seized that opportunity, but he had another opponent to keep track of. Ironically, that other opponent handled the barrage of arrows better than the ninja. When spun rapidly, a whip could make for an effective shield, and that's exactly what Richter used his Vampire Killer for. It was a marvelous display of tactical thinking while he free fell to the next level of the garage. He kept on spinning his whip even when his feet touched the ground.

Gravity took hold of Bereto and began to pull him down, straight toward his opponents. His cool expression didn't change, nor did his tactics. Pulling the bowstring on Failnaught back, he let loose several more arrows, each carrying almost as much power as Areadhbar had. Upon impacting the ground, they promptly broke it apart. Richter and Sheik took a moment to gasp in shook as their new foothold came apart beneath them. Once again, the pair found themselves free falling. This time, they had some measure of a plan though.

Naturally, Richter tried to use his whip to grab onto a ledge. Not at all a bad idea considering there were a handful of broken ledges and pipes lying around the remains of the shattered level.

THOOMP! THOOMP!

Beresu saw the two hours flying as if they were bolts of lightning. Matter of fact, they cackled with actual red lightning as they flew parallel to each other. So fast and possessing so much power, yet they had the precision of needles takes to the sharp eyesight of the one who'd fired them.

Each arrow shot through the loop of a chain link and the momentum carried the Vampire Killer, and its owner, sideways. Richter was caught totally off guard as he found himself being pulled in a different direction. His shock was momentary as he flexed his muscles and pulled, using his own strength to counter the momentum of the arrows. It was more than enough, but that short time it took him to do so was time that Bereto used to close the distance between them. To do so, he didn't use Areadhbar; finally, he'd brought out his third Relic, the axe Amyr.

Richter tried to counter attack, but Bereto was too fast, and his two weapons more powerful than any strength he could muster on hand. The brown-haired Belmont took the dual hit and that was the end of it. He vanished in a familiar explosion of light that signaled a fighter's defeat. Awe and accolades went up from the crowd. For Beresu, her reaction was merely a beaming smile, and the continued thumping in her chest. Her male counterpart wasn't done yet. He still had one opponent left, he quickly spun around to face that opponent once his feet touched the ground. She liked the unchanging look on his face-unwavering focus that had seen him through his battle with Richter and would see him through his battle with Sheik.

The ninja vanished in a blur of smoke. Beresu caught him running around in the shadows, out of sight of the sun above. With Bereto's destruction of the top two levels of the garage, the third level was now open to the beaming midnight sun. It was the opposite of what a warrior of shadow and subterfuge like Sheik embodied, so staying out of it was a good move. Not to mention he knew getting too close to Bereto was a fool's gambit. Unfortunately, the match couldn't be won without the two fighters getting up close and personal.

"Hmm, what are the odds he destroys the floor again? That was quite a tactic. Rather brutish, but clever, something I've come to expect from him." Remarked a sultry voice that Beresu recognized. Putting on a mask of indifference, she turned to her left to find Bayonetta watching the battle with a vested smile. That smile was directed toward her as the Umbra Witch turned her head in her direction. "What about you, Beresu? Would you do that?"

"I might…but that would rob me of the chance to clash blades with Sheik." She truthfully answered. Kunai knives and a tanto blade were Sheik's weapons of choice, fitting for a ninja. Despite its small stature, the latter could prove surprisingly sturdy. It'd clashed against the likes of Cloud's Buster Sword and Ike's mighty Ragnell. On occasion, Sheik had even claimed victory against both swordsmen; the question now was would she be able to do the same against Bereto, who wielded a slightly different arsenal. "What would you do? Simply spray the entire floor with gunfire?"

"Heh, tempting, but I believe I'd want to get up close and personal myself. Look my enemy in the eye, feel their breath as I make their heart race." Her smile took on a new light, one that made Beresu feel slightly nervous despite her calm exterior. "And let them know how my heart is racing as well. Tell me, how fast is your heart racing, Beresu?"

Sothis cautioned her to watch her words. Bayonetta may not have been a mind reader, but she was still good at reading people, especially when it came to…certain topics. The darkness that loomed before her was great, so mighty that it seemingly cut off all her options. Having been in such situations before, Beresu fell back on one that had served her well.

Taking a deep breath, she charged right on end. "Extremely fast, and with ever growing excitement." She answered. Bayonetta's smirk remained, though she did catch the slight twinkle in her eyes. Those eyes turned back to the match, still going on. Beresu joined her in looking down. Both Bereto and Sheik were in something of a stalemate with each other, though they each doing their best to break it. Close combat was now the name of the game, and it was Beresu's favorite. The same went for Bereto's.

The glow of Sheik's beam sword clashing against his sword illuminated his face.

And once again, you are so smitten by his smile. Like a maiden rather than the warrior woman you are. The gremlin goddess chimed. Her next words were a joyful chuckle. That said…he does have a certain charm to him when he smiles. In and out of battle. Tell me, Beresu, which do you prefer?

She hardly paid attention to the goddess' question. She was too focused on the ongoing battle. With the Beam Sword in hand, Sheik was holding his ground well, but slowly but surely, he was losing it as well. With every clash, the Beam Sword grew weaker, a fact that Bereto was acutely aware of. Not to mention he was holding off Sheik's two blades with just his one. She remembered him telling her of the numerous dual wielders he'd faced and beaten, including samurai who fought with a big and small, a daishō set. The green-haired warrior brought his sword down atop Sheik's swords, the latter being pushed back by the former's strength. Bereto's strength caused the beam's strength to waver.

"Him and that sword, though he sure does know how to use it. Really though, I'd like to experience it for myself." Beresu knew that Bayonetta chose her words and her timing perfectly. She met her aside glance, giggling in amusement at it. "Maybe I'll fight him next. Watching him now, it's dawned on me I haven't gotten a chance to go at the male half of Sothis' Chosen. I also haven't had a chance to go at you either, Beresu."

Her attempt to rile her up worked. "If you want, we could always finally have it out right after Bereto finishes up here."

"Oh, so confident, are you?" The Umbra Witch chuckled.

Crossing her arms, Beresu let her inner confidence swell to the surface. It showed on her face as her green-haired look alike finally overpowered Sheik, who was forced onto the defensive. "I am because I know his abilities, and not just because we look alike. I know skill when I see it, just like I know you do, Bayonetta."

The gunslinger's smile only grew. A look of pride overcame her face as she silently acknowledged Beresu was right. Even if she tried to put up a front, she'd gotten some experience in seeing through them. At the sound of Bereto's grunt of pain, they looked back at the fight. Sheik had managed to score a blow on him, but it wasn't stopping him. Bereto instead fought on, and Sheik responded in kind. Their battle progressed to another skyscraper, setting the stage for a poetic conclusion to their battle. Further signaling the conclusion was the appearance of a Smash Ball, deftly floating down toward the battle arena. Both fighters took note of it, yet neither made a move toward it.

Neither of them needed it, yet the power within it meant it could be quite a gamechanger, especially for Sheik. He knew that, and Bereto knew that too. It's why he was ready for the smoke bombs that Sheik dropped in the midst of their latest clash. With a single swift slash, he dispelled the smoke. Interestingly, he didn't look up at the Smash Ball, he kept on looking around him. He looked at the several dozen clones of Sheik that now surrounded him. He smirked.

"What to do now. Smash the entire floor again?" Bayonetta mused. Her smirk was broken as she sensed the accumulating power in the air. As she spent her time battling the divine back in her world, she was used to it, even if it was "slightly" different from the divinity she was used to.

Beresu saw time come to a complete stop around her, and she saw how it was rewound at Bereto's command. Not even Bayonetta was aware. Everything reset up to the point that Sheik dropped his smoke bomb.

"The end." The blue-haired woman merely whispered with a smile. Time returned to its original flow, but near simultaneous to it doing so, Bereto struck, slashing at Sheik's hand then launching into a flurry of attacks on him. He was faster, and stronger, two things that sealed the match. His final slash was a horizontal, a mighty blow that plowed through Sheik's attempt to counterattack. It sent him flying off the skyscraper, and then down towards the ground from which he had no strength to fight or counter.

Heh, just as you predicted, and hoped. Then again, I suppose there was no reason to doubt him. After all…he's the host to another me.

The applause Bereto received from the rest of the audience gave her cover to laugh. How positively god-like of you, Sothis. Like Bayonetta, the green-haired girl turned to her with an aside smile.

What can I say, my other self was quite proud of him. Not to mention…surely there's another reason why he caught your eye, Beresu. You don't fall for someone so easily, heh, not even that imperial pupil of yours. What would she think of this? Questioned the Progenitor God of Fόdlan.

Pit and the Inklings made the jump onto Moray Tower, or what was left of one of the towers. They threw themselves into Bereto's arms in pure joy, especially the former. Ken joined him, patting him on the back with Simon following suit. Eventually, Richter did as well. The smile on his face showed that he had no hard feelings about the battle. If anything, he'd likely be more eager to spar with Bereto when they got the chance to. Even as he greeted them, he looked up at the floating stands, right where Beresu was.

She'd be immensely jealous. The female incarnation of the Ashen Demon responded to her inner goddess. She waved and smiled back at her counterpart, a heat growing in her cheeks. Fortunately, it wasn't too obvious, otherwise she'd have been in trouble. Before she knew it, she was raising her foot up on the edge, strength flowing into her legs. Still wearing a calm smile, she made the incredible leap from the hovering stands over to the skyscraper, dozens of feet, but absolutely nothing new for her. Her feet touched the solid ground in the next breath, and by its end she was heading toward the victor, who continued to smile at her. That continued smile made her heart beat faster and hastened her walk.

Above the post-victory spectacle, a pair of identical green-haired girls watched on. The twins held matching smiles on their faces, giggling while shaking their heads in amusement at the antics of their hosts.


Anyone who knew Jeralt the Blade Breaker knew he liked a good drink. As did the mercenaries who followed him into battle. That, of course, certainly went for his child. In one world, a son whose physical likeness to him was nonexistent, unless one counted his penchant for silence. One might have thought in another world, things would have been different. In the world where the legendary knight fathered a daughter instead, not so much. Perhaps that wasn't surprising given their physical similarities. It was a similar case to the other "Avatars" that had came to the Smash Verse. Like them though, there were differences between the male and female Ashen Demons, and sometimes those differences showed up in rather surprising places.

"H-H-How…how…how in the hell do you eat this! How the bloody, burning hot hell!" Shulk yelled after gulfing down practical an entire pitcher of water. He'd been far from the only one, but the blond was the first to seemingly recover from the scorching hot meal they'd been served at the culinary hands of the male Ashen Demon.

Beresu would have liked to ask the same. She would have if her mouth wasn't also on fire. She called for another glass of water; upon getting it she instantly downed the entire thing, then called for another. When it came, she repeated the process. It was enough to get her mouth to cool down. Her blue hair nearly touched the table as she hung her head, panting hard. She'd have sworn there was smoke coming out of her mouth, just as it was for several others.

A draconic roar caused her to lift her head up and look far down to her right. Charizard had his hands on his hips in an undeniable show of arrogance. Beresu chuckled. The Fire/Flying-Type's response wasn't surprising in the slightest. She'd say that his arrogance was somewhat warranted since he was clearly handling Bereto's spicy curry the best out of everyone, including her. She leaned back in her seat, letting more possible smoke rise from her mouth. Popping one eye open, she peered over to her left and saw Donkey Kong outright comatose in his chair. If not for his twitching fingers and the steady rise and fall of his chest, she'd have guessed that he might have died. Moments ago, she'd seen him spewing fire to the ceiling before going still. She supposed it said something that he wasn't calling for water like several of the others were. He was a part of the club that been the ones who'd thrown this little victory party in the first place.

Said group lay several feet away, all curled into tiny balls as they gasped for air and called for water.

Dubbed the "brawlers" for their focus on martial arts and hand-to-hand fighting, Ryu, Ken, Little Mac, Lucario, and of course Mii Brawler had formed their own little group. They'd had an exciting, battle-filled afternoon and in celebration of it, Bereto had decided to cook for them. They were all excited for it, as were the few that'd chosen to join them. Everything seemed fine…until Ryu remembered a seemingly innocent request that had doomed them all to a fiery hell.

"Cu…rry? Curry? You know how to cook curry?"

Bereto gave her a small smirk. "I'm assuming you can't."

"Heh, lucky you, no, I can't. Never quite took to it, though I suppose I don't have your love of spice. Love, not tolerance."

"Is that a challenge?" The green-haired swordsman playfully asked, that charming competitive gleam in his eyes.

"It's not just from her, it's from the rest of us!" Ken shouted as he joined them. "Come on, Bereto, you know me. I'm all about the heat, so give us your hottest curry! We can take it, can't we, Ryu!"

At first, he nodded in confirmation only for a look of concern to cross his face. Ken had the same a moment later as he looked in the same direction as his best friend and rival. Both of their gazes fell on the fighting jackal that had earned their respect, and the respect of several others, including Beresu herself. Lucario stepped forward, a bold look on his face. He of course had followed their conversation and understood the topic at hand. Focusing on Bereto, he approached him and thumped his fist against the swordsman's chest with a smile. With a smile of her own, Beresu joined him.

"That settles it, huh, Bereto." She laughed. "Think you can knock us off our feet with that curry of yours?"

His smile had been brimming with confidence. Now, as she looked around the dining hall at the mostly scorch-mouthed fighters, Beresu could say without a doubt his confidence hadn't been misplaced. Much like always.

"Bet you're glad you don't have a sense of taste, aren't you, Sothis." It didn't entirely hurt to speak, only a slight twinge of pain. She was sure that'd go away the more she kept on talking. A quiet chirp of agreement came from the spectral goddess. Even she seemed silence stricken at how hot Bereto's curry was. As she'd said, she was probably grateful she had no stomach and a mouth to be burnt.

Speaking of burnt, she looked back at Lucario and found the canine warrior was still suffering the effects of one. He was on his knees, coughing and hacking just like his fellow brawlers. As he struggled to his feet, Bereto came over with a glass of water, to which the dual-type eagerly took.

"H-Hey…w-wh…at…a-a-about…the rest of us?" Terry gasped. "Aaaaahh! I swear! This heat's on par with Kyo's flames!"

"Considering how I've heard you talk about him, I'll take that as a compliment." Bereto chuckled.

"It…is. Trust me, man…it…is." The long-haired blond affirmed. "Arrragggh, water! I need some water! Someone…call Greninja, or Blastoise!" In response to his request, the Flame Pokémon gave a dismissive snort. "Hey, we're not flame-proof like you!"

"Ken was boasting that he was." Bereto chuckled.

"I…admit…I…underestimated you." The American martial artist admitted, his voice carrying a hint of awe to it. "As a guy who likes it hot, you definitely delivered, Bereto."

"Like there was ever a doubt in my mind." Beresu chimed. The guys all looked to her, some in amazement at how she was on her foot and acting like nothing's wrong. Her arms were crossed and she had a bold smile on her face, one that didn't go unnoticed by her male counterpart. He looked to her with a smirk. "So, can I have another serving?"

"WHAT?!" Shouted the dining hall.

"What, what? Did something happen?" Came a new feminine voice. All eyes went toward its owner. Princess Daisy had just arrived with a slew of new fighters in tow, thankfully amongst them was Greninja. Upon laying eyes on the ninja frog, the brawlers along with Shulk jumped him, and promptly crashed into the ground and each other when he predictable evaded them. "Oh my, what on earth happened."

"I cooked the guys some curry." Bereto answered in a humorous tone.

"Curry, huh? I could go for some of that myself. Since Joker's off training with Snake, I guess that just leaves you, Bereto." Zero Suit Samus stated.

"You better be able to make a meal fit for a king, a victorious king!" The doors flew open as King Dede marched in, looking quite proud of himself. Everyone knew the aura he radiated. Despite his mostly comical behavior, the giant penguin could be a fierce combatant; he wasn't the archenemy of Kirby for nothing, a fact he wore with pride. Following behind him was Meta Knight, a surprising addition to his entrouage, but Beresu didn't question his presence too much. Likewise, Wolf was there was well, a dismissive scowl on his face. Clearly, he was just ready for some dinner and nothing more.

Realizing that an opportunity had presented itself, Beresu turned to Bereto, her heart beating a few ticks faster as she called out to him. "Would you…mind if I helped?"

Confusion briefly overtook his face, but it quickly evaporated into joy as he nodded. "I'm be more than happy for the help, and the chance to teach you about curry. It'll be the second curry lesson I've taught this evening."

Giggling, she looked at the Brawlers, who were still in the midst of trying to grab Greninja. Sensing their combined stares, the big-muscled men looked back at the two of them. Befitting their titles, Beresu flashed them devilish smiles that sent cold shivers down the men's spines. To his credit, Ryu stood up straight and nodded, signaling his intention to have another helping of Bereto's super spicy curry. Naturally, the others followed him.

"What do you think we can whip up to surprise them?" The latter whispered to her.

"Oh, I've got a few ideas. I may not know too much about curry, but when it comes to western cooking I know a thing or two which I think can help." Beresu confidently answered.

"Please, just…don't make another dish to burn out tongues off." Shulk mumbled. Looking at him, she wondered if the thought of reversing time to stop himself from eating Bereto's curry had crossed his mind. Perhaps, and perhaps it'd been literally burnt out of his mind thanks to Bereto's cooking.

"I'll consider it, especially since you gave me a good fight today." She winked. The blond swordsman gave a thin smile showing he was at least happy for the consideration. "But before that," With a grin, she turned her focus to the assembled Brawlers. They'd given up on capturing the Kalos Starter; their scorched state no doubt playing a part in their inability to catch it. "Gentlemen, what did you learn?"

Beside her, Bereto tried and failed to hold in his laughter. Both his Sothis and hers didn't even try, only they could hear the goddesses laughing their joint asses off. It was a small miracle that the men couldn't, otherwise their pride would have taken a greater blow.

Ryu was the first to admit defeat. Defeat as he getting on his knees and bowing his head in shame. The rest soon followed, all of them were left perfectly lined up in front of her and Bereto. He was clearly enjoying this.

"Never…underestimate…Bereto's…cooking. Never." They all murmured in perfect unison.

"And my curry?" The swordsman pressed, a sly smirk adorning his face. Beresu could hardly keep from giggling at the sight of it.

"It's the hottest and thus the best in the multiverse!"

"The very best?"

"YES! THE VERY BEST!"

"I'm sure Joker will love hearing this." Meta Knight grunted, a hint of amusement in his voice. Daisy was downright giggling as Beresu had tried to stop herself from. Samus had a hand to her face like she was trying to keep from laughing too hard. The fact that she was laughing at all was a testament to how spectacular a scene it was.

Together, Beresu and Bereto made their way back into the kitchen, smiling all the while. Once they were safely behind closed doors and kitchen walls, they let their laughter burst forth uncontained. It was so much that Beresu felt herself doubling over.

"Oh, you'll do that to them again, won't you?" She asked after taking a second to pull herself back together.

"I don't know. It might be a little hard since now they'll know what to expect. I'll have to find some new spicey ingredients to throw into the mix."

"Well, thanks to Fox, Wolf, and Falco, we have a galaxy to explore, and the means to explore them." Cross her arms beneath her chest, she fixed him with a proud, and slightly flirty, smirk that held his attention.

"They've taught you how to pilot one of their ships?" He questioned while leaning against the counter.

"After I defeated the three of them in battle." She proudly proclaimed.

The green-haired warrior chuckled. While he'd fought the three of them before, never all at once like she had. That made Beresu feel a little proud of herself. "I wish I could have seen that. Maybe there's a video of it lying around here somewhere."

"I did take Falco out first followed by Wolf, and then Fox. The former might have said something about erasing all the video evidence. You know how he feels about being taken out first in a fight." She remarked. "I like his competitive spirit, it reminds me so much of Caspar, though he's got the arrogance of Hubert and Edelgard mixed in. Albeit his color scheme is more of the Blue Lions, isn't it."

"Yep. Despite being a bird, I'd say he'd fit in well. He'd definitely get along with Felix." Bereto affirmed, a nostalgic smile consuming his face. It was to be expected since their conversation had turned to their respective students. Despite all the fun they were having in the Smash Verse, neither of them had forgotten the people they'd left behind in their world, namely the students they'd been charged with looking after. And had grown to care for as if they were their own kids.

"A blue cat and a blue bird, yeah, they would have been quite a pair." The blue-haired teacher mused.

"Cat, huh? I've always fancied him a wolf, particularly the lone wolf of the group. He has that ravenous spark in him that reminds me more of a wolf."

"I can see why, though I've seen him more as a wild cat. Especially since he likes being pampered like one. Given I chose the Black Eagles, it's nothing I haven't already done before." As their genders were different, the houses they chose to teach were polar opposites. As they'd talked, they'd found their experiences were somewhat clashing as well. "All that said, I like his spirit, but I can tell the Blue Lions is where he truly belongs. He thinks about them a lot."

"Just as Dimitri thinks about him and the rest of the Blue Lions. It takes its tool on him, but it comforts me knowing that he has a compassionate heart." The best description of his smile was fatherly. Likewise, Beresu had heard many describe the tenderness she spoke of her Eagles with as motherly. "What about Edelgard? She didn't strike me as the type to…exude that kind of aura."

"She didn't…at first. Unlike Dimitri, she had a wall around her heart. Thankfully, it's broken down little by little." Her expression turned forlorn as her mind turned to the one house they hadn't discussed. "I just…hope there's a version of us out there who chose Claude, and got him to smile for real."

Bereto nodded in sympathetic understanding. Like her, he'd built up an amicable relationship with the Golden Deer's leader, but it was nothing compared to the bond that could have been built if his house had been chosen. Surely somewhere out there in the multiverse his house had been chosen by the Ashen Demon, and hopefully he and the rest of the Deer would be all the better for it.

As for why neither of them had chosen the Golden Deer, they'd discussed it, as they had several other things when they first met. There had been something off about each of the three lords when they first met them in Remire village. In Claude's case, they both saw how his smile didn't reach to his eyes. There was a deception in him that contrasted Dimitri and even Edelgard, whose hidden depths they chose to take a chance with. In retrospect, Claude's not showing all he was seemed minor compared to the darkness that slumbered within Dimitri and the ambitious that burned within Edelgard. Then again, it was always possible his deception could have equaled those two things. There was always the possibility given how Almyra treated those of Fόdlan descent; it's possible not even being royalty changed that. If anything, it might have made things worse. They'd both made that deduction on their own, and along with a handful of other Garreg Mach residents promised to keep it a secret for Claude's sake. Bereto had said he wasn't expecting any kind of pay off for it-it just seemed like the right thing to do. Beresu agreed as she'd made a similar choice. She'd seen racism toward Almyrans from her own Black Eagles, not too surprising since the Empire and Almyra had traded blows in the past.

Their time in working in Almyra had been different as well. While both had some interactions with nobility, Bereto had far more, including having received some noteworthy gifts. Beresu didn't care for such things, she was appreciative of the fine bow she'd been given. That was enough, she didn't need anything else.

Now, as they prepared a new meal, she wished she had some Almyran herbs on hand. Those would have nice to add to the curry, but she could work with what she had. So could Bereto, who chose to follow her lead. As appealing as it might have been to burn Dede's tongue, there'd probably been enough burnt tongues tonight. Besides, with Greninja close by, the screaming probably would have been cut short, assuming that the ninja frog chose not to eat the curry, which he'd likely do. Being a Dark-type Pokémon came with the advantage of pragmatism, which the two could respect.

Beresu kept the humanoid amphibian in mind as she prepared her curry. Without saying much, Bereto came to realize the same as he recognized some of the ingredients that went into the dishes that Greninja liked. He quietly followed her lead on that front, and on others he voiced his astonishment. While he'd heard of preparing curry with herbs and even leaves, the latter of which deeply surprised him. He recognized that this curry was going to be a little light on the spice, but that was fine.

"I'm sure the brawlers will appreciate it." He coyly predicted.

"Oh, definitely." She cheerily affirmed. They held each other's gazes for a few seconds longer than normal, time that Beresu cherished. "You know, I kind of wish we could bring them back with us. Students like Caspar and Felix would be over the moon at the chance to spar with them."

"That they would, but I'm certain so would half a dozen other students. And teachers…and knights." Came his amused reply. "They'd also get the chance to spar with some of Fόdlan's brawlers, including Rhea herself."

"You too, huh?" Brief as it was, Beresu caught it-the slightly pink hue on his cheeks. Near immediately, she felt a slight tug of jealously that vanished as soon as it came along. Which she was thankful for. Bereto gave her a singular nod, his eyes silently asking her if she'd experience the same. Their time at Garreg Mach had its similarities, but also their differences, the most obvious one was simply what houses they chose to teach. "I've sparred with her three times before in unarmed combat…and three times she's put me on the ground. She's an incredible woman that I respect…and I'm…grateful toward. If she hadn't given me the chance to teach I'm…not sure I'd have been able to open up to other people as I can do now."

"…Same here." Bereto replied after a moment of thoughtful silence, yet the statement was delivered with an earnest smile. Beresu returned it until he went back to his culinary preparations.

She tried to focus on her own, but her curiosity gnawed at her. Sothis was silent, content to watch on. Beresu wished she'd say something to give her a distraction, but no, she was going to have to deal with this directly. Taking a deep breath, she did exactly that. "How do I match up? In comparison to Rhea?" The question felt incredibly easy to ask despite the way her body tensed up just before speaking the words. Now that they were out, all she could do was accept whatever response was given. At first, that seemed easy, but then came the anxiety. Like poison from an unseen arrow, it quickly spread through her.

Bereto turned back to face her, his face becoming one of seeming confusion. He looked off to the side for reasons she could only speculate about. Beresu felt that grip of anxiety tighten on her, but she tried not to let it show. "Between the two of you…she's stronger than you, but you're by no means weak. In fact, you're one of the best martial artists I've met. Even including the likes of Ryu and the others. After all, I've seen you go head-to-head with them and notch enough victories under your belt, and that's without using weapons." He answered with a small but warm smile.

To Beresu, it was comparable to the sun, a bright, luminous sun shining down on her. All of her anxiety was burned away in an instant leaving her there, happily stunned. She had a feeling that her cheeks were blushing, something that she adamantly tried to avoid in front of Bereto.

"I take it people get surprised when they find out just how strong you are?" he further remarked.

"Yes, and in some cases, it's left men shaking in their boots. You know how some are-they can't handle a woman just as strong or stronger than them." She mused with a smile tinged with nostalgia. "Personally though…I get excited when I meet someone just as strong as me, or maybe even stronger."

"I feel the same way. It's one of the reasons why I like spending time with you, Beresu." Hearing that she was certain that her cheeks went from pink to red. Bereto's eyes momentarily widened in response to the coloration, which made her embarrassment even worse. "That…doesn't sound too narcistic, does it?"

She blinked at him in surprise. "You too? I-I mean, your Sothis too?"

His momentary shock was broken by warm laughter. "Apparently so. We may be two different people, but we've got the same gremlin stuck in our heads."

Hey! Said gremlins shouted in unison.

"Did yours just-" Bereto started.

"Yep. Same tone and everything." She quickly answered. That led them to sharing a laugh while the green-haired goddesses in their heads steamed. "Well, I'd like you to know that I like spending time with you too. And I'm…glad you see me as my own person instead of just…" As she trailed off her heartbeat gave several echoing thumps in her chest. They were beats of joy that she successfully contained.

"I already see the Robins as different people, along with the Corrins." He explained. "Robin and Robyn. Corrin and Kamui." He continued before giving her a small but amused smile. "The two of us."

"Beresu and Bereto." She answered, a broader smile growing on her face. "Do you feel like we got the short end of the stick?"

"No. Knowing Pit, I think we could have done worse." He humorously replied.

Laughing, she stood over the pot that contained their brewing curry. They'd kept on working as they'd talked, one of the best ways to pass the time while cooking. "I'll admit, his naming sense isn't so bad. I mean, it's nothing compared to Edelgard's."

"I heard stories from Caspar and Bernadetta, but I always wondered about it myself." Bereto said. "Is she really that bad?"

"Hmm, bad, but I suppose I see it as more cute than anything. She's not used to interacting with people on a personal level, and that includes opening open to them. Suppose that's something we have in common." Beresu confessed. "Actually, we should include Rhea too. I can tell she's just as starved for interpersonal…no, for friends, as the rest of us are. For what it's worth, I'm happy I was able to do what I could for them."

"Same here, though for Rhea and not Edelgard. I…despite Dimitri's inner darkness, there was something about her that felt more off putting to me." The green-haired swordsman stated.

"She's highly ambitious. Adrestia's far from its peak, and she aims to return it to its former glory. At times, I shudder at how far she's willing to go for that."

"I heard talk of the same in my world. It's not surprising. That's how most empires in decline are. Adrestia's no different, despite what many of them would say." Beresu nodded in agreement. No matter the world, no matter the time, there were some things that remained constant. "Hearing stories about Adrestia, I think that might have been something else that warded me off. That and…"

"And…what?" Beresu's interests had been piqued. Her green-haired lookalike could see that and that caused him to look away. She squinted her eyes in concentration at him. Beresu had a feeling she could find the answer, she just had to work for it. Luckily, that wasn't something she was averse to doing-sometimes it was the opposite. "The kingdom…the kingdom…ah, I see. So, you dreamed of knighthood?"

He looked away again, a sheepish smile on his face. "Pretty ridiculous, huh?"

Giggling, Beresu strutted over, closing the short distance between them. With calm determination, she reached forward and stroked his cheek. It caused him to turn and face her, his face becoming one of surprise. That surprise seemingly turned to amazement as he stared longingly into her eyes. She did the same while voicing her thoughts on his dream. "Not at all. In retrospect, it seems kind of fitting, don't you think? Our fathers were knights, the greatest knights that ever lived. Heh, maybe it's in you to aspire to be like him, and surpass him."

"What about you?" He asked in genuine curiosity.

"Well…there's no law that says women can't be knights. And indeed, there are certainly female knights that I admire and would aspire to be like. Titania the Fairy Queen is one such female knight."

"Titania? You mean from that series inf your world, In Search of the Fairy's Tail?" There was an air of excitement on his face. She'd only managed to procure eight volumes of the series, but they'd been enough. Bereto was quite the bookworm, and he had quite a love for epic fantasy stories. The tale of a bombastic guild of wizards and their wild adventures had been right up his alley, as it had been hers. "Well, if you aspire to be like her, then you're on your way to succeeding. Actually, I'd say you're already on par with Titania."

"Am I?" Beresu pressed, feeling a rush of excitement and even arousal.

It seemed like his conscious mind caught up to everything he'd said. Bereto blinked, a noticeable blush on his cheeks. "I-I-I…I…well…I believe so." Came his answer after a few moments of hesitation.

Smiling, she took a step closer to him, and he took a step back, still blushing. It seemed that his blush had actually gotten thicker. "You…believe so?" She teased.

Heaving a defeated sigh, he decided to be a little more definitive. "You are comparable to her. I mean, you don't quite have her expansive arsenal, but in terms of raw skill, I see the two of you as equals."

That was a nice, very much appreciated stroking of her ego. Hearing it coming from Bereto was better than it was from the others, even her own imperil pupil. Speaking of her, she'd have torn her hair out to get this close to Beresu, or Bereto since she'd wager that she'd be as attracted to him as Beresu was. They apparently had similar tastes when it came to men, or just romantic partners in Edelgard's case.

There was still one aspect of the comparison between her and Titania that was lacking though. One comparison that Bereto hadn't given his opinion on. She wanted to know how he felt about it, the gnawed at her like a starving wolf. "Bereto," she spoke. "I'm as strong and brave as her. Tell me, do you find me as-"

"Hey! You guys better be almost finished! It's rude to keep a king waiting! Especially one celebrating a day of victories!"

Fuck!

My, what a shame. Interrupted by a talking penguin of all things. The smugness in Sothis' voice was palpable. Of course, she was taking this opportunity to get back at her, and even Bereto, for earlier.

Beresu's face remained sour while Bereto merely gave a thick sigh: it was laced with disappointment. "You ever think of fried penguin wings? I'm sure Charizard and Ridely would love it. Maybe me too."

He gave another sigh, one tinged with light-hearted amusement. "Tempting, but how's about we see what else we could whip up. Besides, I'm against animal cruelty, even if said animal loves the sound of his voice too much."

"Has Kirby ever eaten Dede? Think we can get him to keep him swallowed up for a day?" Beresu continued to press. She almost felt like one of her students, wishfully thinking about a possibility that might never come to pass.

A woman could dream though, couldn't she?


As a bookworm, Bereto was familiar with a host of literary tropes, and various other tropes that probably fit into other categories. Like romance. A common one was when one of the characters was left in awe of another, the one whom they'd fallen in love with. There was almost always a moment the hero or heroine were left in awe of the object of their affection. In the stories, things lined up near perfectly to make them appear almost divine. Bathed in light of any sort, assailed by the wind, or against the backdrop of a magnificent clear or starry sky. All certainly dramatic and romantic, but far from likely to happen in real life. Over the years, he'd met people who complained that such things had happened to them when they met that special someone. Bereto was skeptical in some cases, but he always wondered if such a thing would happen to him.

Given his life style, he highly doubted it. Likewise, Bereto believed his chances in romance were miniscule. It wasn't like he doubted he'd find love, he…wanted to believe he would one day. He just recognized that his odds were far less likely than the average person given the warrior lifestyle he led.

One thing he never quite considered was that maybe, just maybe, that lifestyle might lead him to that special someone. That's one he considered as he dangled on the one of the many wooden platforms of the Jungle Japes. Standing above him was Beresu, looking down at him with a justifiably haughty smirk.

Never had he found such a look so attractive on a woman, and never had he been at such a loss for words in regards to a woman.

He could say that he'd never met a woman like Beresu, who…thoroughly impressed him on multiple fronts, and continued to do so as they spent more time together. Be it in and out of battle.

Bereto said nothing as he stared up at her, his still heart beating a quick, solitary pace. Not only did she share his title of Ashen Demon, she'd once again proved that she deserved the title. Her fighting style was similar to his, even down to using the three Relic weapons of the House leaders, albeit she seemed to favor Amyr a little more than Failnaught as he did. She didn't quite share his fondness for archery, but her proficiency in other areas wasn't lacking. Such proficiency had been on display in their battle, and now she stood above him, having bested him in battle. Far from a demon, she looked like a goddess, a warrior goddess.

Will you just surrender, already? Honestly, this is…unusual to say the least. Chimed the gremlin goddess who took up space within him.

I…I don't think my pride will let me do that. Before her, I at least want to go out fighting. Bereto retorted as he tried to muster up some strength. It was a little hard to do since he couldn't tear his gaze away from Beresu. Particularly certain…parts of her. From his position, he could only look straight up, and in doing so he saw once again just how well endowed Beresu was. She'd been soaked with water plenty of times during their fight. Some of it continued to drip down her body, including her hair and her chest. Thanks to the setting sun behind her, she possessed a unique glow that added to the awe of her that he felt. This feeling was unlike what he'd felt for any woman he'd met before.

"So, ready to admit defeat, or do you want to keep going?" Beresu's voice broke him out of his gawking. He looked further up, to her face cast in the evening light. The sight of it threw him into a new thrall of amazement. "Bereto? Bereto? You still with me, or do I have to knock you out to knock some sense back into you?"

"Hehehe, no, your words did the job for me." In a single breath, he pulled himself up, quickly rising into the air before coming down atop one of the several huts that made up the river-based community. Beresu turned around to face him, an excited smile on her face. She could have easily attacked him, but chose to let him get his footing back. Quite honorable of her, but she also likely wanted a greater challenge; he could relate. "Ready for more?"

"Excuse me who was it that was dangling over the ledge just a few seconds ago?" she boasted. "Are you going to say that I merely got lucky?"

Their faces exchanged mutual smiles before they sped toward each other, their identical swords clashing and shaking the waters and trees around them. Once more, the jungle was filled with the sound of battle. In a bit of a departure from its previous fights, it wasn't metal against metal but bone against bone. The morbid weapons of the two demons repeatedly clashed, flashing with divine power that belayed their gruesome appearance. The same went for the other weapons they summoned to their side in an attempt to break the stalemate they were locked in. Those clashes took shook the jungle, and even blasted away chunks of it thanks to stray and redirected attacks.

As the duo continued their match, the sun continued to descend beneath the horizon, eventually disappearing entirely. Night fell, but its blacken hold wasn't all consuming. Both fighters emitted emerald and gold-tinted light from their bodies as their attacks ramped up. It was bright, yet it was also like a storm brewing in the middle of the jungle.

The melody of clashing weapons continued as a crescent moon reached high into the sky. Its pale silver sharply contrasted the gold and green of the power wielded by the two warriors. Power that they aimed at each other. The divine power within them was drawn forth as not one but two Smash Balls that descended upon the battlefield. It allowed them to finally unlock the power within them, summoning it forth for one final attack.

A tornado of verdant flames and golden sparkles shot skyward, releasing gale force winds across the jungle. Waves crashed about in all directions, roaring and raging with the seeming intent to flood the whole jungle. Or what wasn't already blown away by the mystical twister raging at the heart of it. The powers of heaven were at war with each other, laying waste to everything around them for what seemed like an eternity.

Sparks of gold rode the fierce winds even as they began to die down. With them with the blaze, having carved out a section of the earth the water itself, a testament to the power that the Smash Balls had unleashed. When the last of the flames faded, nothing remained except a massive crater that water quickly rushed to fill in. The temperature had risen significantly and would likely remain that way for some time as the strong magic composing the two attacks took some time to dissipate, even with the restorative qualities of Smash Stages.

Two figures swam through the water, both sporting hair of a bright green color, but only one of them permanently. The other's flickered like a candle before returning to its original dark blue color, the same color transformation going for her eyes as well. Despite the seeming lose of her divine power, her eyes twinkled with excitement as she swam toward the shore alongside her opponent. He too wore a satisfied smile on his face.

Upon reaching the shore, they both discarded most of their respective coats, now little more than dead weight thanks to their stint in the water. The same went for their boots, and socks as well, leaving them barefoot by the shore.

Bereto held up his hand generating a decent-sized flame. "Nice work." He said offering his left hand to her. His common sense told him not to look directly at her, not after all he'd seen of her before. She was soaking wet just like him, her dark blue hair clinging to her face and her clothes soaked to the brim, including her bare legs. Like her coat, her leggings had been drenched leading her to take them off leaving them bare before his wondering eyes. Bereto got one look at them and immediately looked away, fighting the temptation to take another peek at them. It was another battle that might end up adding to his losses.

Beresu stretched her legs out, tempting him to look her way. Small as it was, he heard her give an affectionate laugh as she cupped his hand. He felt his flame grow brighter as she added her magic to it.

"Thank you, Bereto." She said in a quiet yet sublime voice.

Just as he'd lost the physical battle, he lost the battle against temptation. His head turned to his left, and finally he laid eyes on her. The fire he'd summoned to warm her was doing that, but also illuminating her in the early hours of the night. Her dark blue hair formerly similar to his own possessed a golden shine to it, as did her eyes, which were the same shade. Like the rest of the Smash fighters, he'd questioned why he only maintained the green hair and eyes of Sothis while she did not, at least not permanently. Such odd differences had plagued the other "Avatars" such as Robyn sometimes being able to summon Grima's accursed power whereas Robin couldn't. She'd expressed envy of the two of them as the dragon they drew power from was benevolent.

"So, if I remember right, my wins are twenty-six wins to your thirty-three. I've still got a few more matches to go before we're all tied up." She stated while he gawked at her. "Unless you widen the gap. Think you can do that?"

"I'm pretty sure I can. After all, you did have to push yourself to beat me, just as I had to push myself to beat you."

"Or try to, in this case." She corrected with a giggle. "Bereto, come a little closer." She added. His eyes widened in surprise, yet he did as she asked and scooted closer. The space between them decreased to the point they were practically seating next to each other. "Thank you."

"Just being…" The realization of what she was really thanking him for struck him. Heat rushed to his cheeks, and it wasn't just from the fire they were using to warm up. He felt the pulsations in his heart quicken; Bereto wondered if Beresu was feeling the same. Based on the soothing smile on her face, she was probably experiencing the same thing. He was happy for her, and he was happy he was the one able to make her feel that way. "Beresu," he started feeling a mixture of nervousness and excitement tap dancing within him. "I…do you…remember our conversation from the other day? How I found you comparable to Titania?"

She looked to him with a pleased smile. "I'm glad you remember it. Not that I would have had a problem with reminding you. Hehehe, I do it enough with my hatchlings."

"And I have to do it from time to time with my cubs too." He humorously agreed. The humor faded as his face turned serious. "I mentioned your strength and how I found it comparable to hers, but…Titania was also…known for her beauty."

"That she was. Even being called the fairest woman in the entire kingdom." She declared with pride. Beresu looked him in the eye, causing his heart to accelerate. They were rapidly approaching the boundary of what could be called friends or comrades. Beyond it lay the possibility of something more, something that he knew Beresu had an interest in. "What do you think of me in that regard, Bereto? Do I compare to her in looks?"

For five seconds, he said nothing, his mind debating if he should really do this. What would be the consequences? What would be the benefits?

Oh, for heaven's sake, if you want to do it, do it! Just make your decision! Shouted the young goddess within his head. The shock and volume of her voice shook him more than he thought it ever could. As he reached out to her, he felt her absence.

S-S-Sothis? Sothis? Are you there? Silence answered him, telling him all he needed to know. Seeing the writing on the wall, she'd taken her leave of him for the moment. Looking back at Beresu, he guessed that her version of Sothis had done the same. Her version…she was like him, yet different in several ways. As he'd told her, he saw a person similar to him, yet not him. She was her own person, and he respected her as such. Respected…and…felt an attraction toward. An attraction that he chose to finally voice.

"You are her equal, and…maybe even, in my eyes at least…her superior in beauty." He finally answered. A feeling of relief swept through him, no doubt because he'd finally gotten the realization off his chest.

And in getting it off his chest, he'd made Beresu the happiest woman in the Smash Verse. She leaped at him with pure joy on her face, tackling him to the ground. The blush on his cheeks deepened as they were now in a very intimate position. Furthering things was the look in her eyes-he'd never been looked at before with such lust, and never had he felt such an emotion stir within himself.

"Bereto, you have no idea how happy I am to hear that." She whispered before beginning to lean in close. Seconds passed and the distance between them decreased, and Bereto honestly didn't have a problem with that.

"Beresu," he whispered to her a mere second away from their lips connecting.

"YO! BERETO, BERESU! HURRY UP AND GET YOUR BUTTS BACK TO THE MANSION! WE'RE HAVING A COOKOUT AND EVERYONE WANTS YOU TWO THERE, INCLUDING ME!"

Pulling away, Beresu looked straight up, Falcos' Arwing have long since disappeared. Despite that, she looked ready to trace it down on foot, bring it down, and then beat its avian pilot within an inch of his life. Bereto could see flickers of green fire dancing around her; she was about to ignite.

Laughing, he sat up and gripped her hands. Immediately, the flames died down as she looked back at him. The anger was already fading from her eyes as he leaned forward and pecked her on the lips. Her blue eyes widened as her mind registered the kiss. Bereto kept his lips pressed against hers as she did; he'd quickly came to enjoy kissing her. The feeling became mutual as she kissed him back, thus the rest of it was filled with now released passion. They were left breathless as the kiss ended, the two of them left staring at each other in blushing bewilderment.

"Later." He whispered to her.

Immediately realizing what he meant, Beresu looped her arms around his neck, seemingly with the intent to kiss him again. Admittedly, he wasn't against it, thus he was a little disappointed with she settled for a loving headbutt instead. "Definitely. For now though, come on. Sounds like we're back on cooking duty."

"Yep, but I couldn't ask for a better partner than you, Beresu." That declaration got him one more kiss, which he more than happily accepted.


"I see you saved the best for last."

"You could say that, also I saved this for a special someone. I'm sure Kamui will come to know the feeling."

It was an age-old dynamic: the knight and the princess. As long as the concepts of royalty and warriors had existed, so too had the dynamic between them, namely a princess royal and a brave knight. According to some, it continued into the future, even if royalty was no longer a thing (seemingly) and knights no longer wore armor and wielded swords and shields. Ultimately, the bond of devotion was still there.

Equally old was the dynamic of knights and dragons. Always in conflict with each other, always the knight attempting to slay the dragon. They were instinctive enemies as dogs were to cats. That said, across the vast multiverse, exceptions existed. Likewise, fusions of differing dynamics could be found.

Kamui was a dragon, well, half-dragon, and a princess. Likewise, she was also a warrior who could fight on her own. Not to mention she was skilled in both physical combat and sorcery. Much like the rest of her, she was a collection of opposites, yet she tried not to let that slow her down. Many would say it didn't. Link certainly thought so; she occupied such a space in his mind and heart that he took the leap in confessing his feelings to her in the middle of battle.

The knight and the princess, the knight and the dragon, two ancient dynamics that had collided, yet in that collision harmony and joy had been found.

Bereto and Beresu had been more than happy to join in the cookout celebrating the new couple's formation. Their joy was shared by others, including Zelda, the original princess that Link was sworn to. He still was, but now there was another one in his heart, one whom he'd also given his heart to.

"To the Knight of the Wild and the Fateful Princess." Bereto declared as he held up his chocolate souffle. Beresu did the same, the cups lightly tapping against each other before they moved to the front of their mouths and were dug into by their spoons. His face lit up with joy as he once again savored the exotic dessert prepared by his blue-haired admirer. Though she possessed a honed talent for cooking like him, she'd breached out to include sweet desserts in addition to her own preferences.

The lounge was blissful quiet save for their eating and the steady beat of the musical device that had been set up in the corner. A record player they believed it was called. Several of the lounges had one, along with another musical device called a jukebox. Between the two, Bereto preferred the record player, Beresu seemed to like the jukebox, noting that Alois might have liked it too. On that, Bereto agreed. They sat huddled together onto one of the couches, enjoying the serenity of their solitude. Both of them were pretty sure Link and Kamui were doing the same thing, having departed from the main hall together. The blush on their cheeks left little imagination for what might transpire between them.

"You know, thinking about it, I kind of feel like those two gave us cover to get together." Beresu remarked.

"That's one way to look at it. Suppose it was inevitable though that some romance would bloom while we're here." The green-haired teacher remarked.

Giggling, she cocked her head at him. "Why? Because love can always bloom on the battlefield or because Link and Corrin tend to draw attention to themselves?"

"Both," he wistfully answered. "Kamui did say that she's had dozens of admirers, as have Corrin. Same thing with Link…" His face turned slightly downcast as he silently remaindered that unlike many of them, Link had been in a committed relationship. The loss of his fiancée hadn't been an easy thing to reveal, but he'd grown comfortable enough with several of them to do so. Including Kamui. He suspected that the topic of Mipha had came up a few times, though they'd moved past it.

"I hope-no-I know she'll make him happy." Beresu said. It seemed like she could read his thoughts and decided to give her own opinion on the matter. Bereto nodded in agreement. "You know, it's kind of poetic she ended up with someone like Link. The sheltered princess and the knight of the wild. Crazy how things turn out, huh?"

"I've come to find that to be one of the most enjoyable aspects of life. The unexpected, the unlikely, and even the craziest things…sometimes the best can come from them." He explained with a knowing smile.

Beresu leaned back and dropped her cup on the table, the souffle having been mostly eaten out. The move was done with a benign grace that Beresu couldn't help but admire. It was swiftly replaced by a feline-like pounce that had her lips pressing against his. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, her chest against his, and her waist against his. Both grinded into him as the kiss ran its course. It was a long, pleasurable run that left them breathless.

"Agreed." The blue-haired swordswoman affirmed with a smile. While cutting into him with that smile she began to grind her hips against his. Beresu briefly shut his eyes and groaned, feeling the beginnings of an erection coming on. "A draconic princess, quite a woman for a knight to fall for. Would you have gone for such a lady?"

"Yes, in another life maybe. In this life though…I've found someone else." He'd regained some measure of his composure, but at the rate Beresu was going, he was skeptical how long that could last. She knew what she was doing to him, and knew he was secretly enjoying it. "She may not be a princess, but she certainly wields the power of a dragon." His arms slowly coiled around her waist. Her grinding came to a stop as she slowed down, her panting increasing. "When I look at her…I'm speechless." His hand rose, rising to caress her cheek. "When I look at you, Beresu, I just see a woman I want to love as much as I can."

With a smile that was both warm and seductive, the professor of the Black Eagles leaned forward, kissing him. The kiss was longer and more intimate than the previous one. They found great enjoyment in it.

By the time they separated, the current song had ended and a new one had taken its place. It hardly marked the end of the pair's coupling; it was in fact just getting started. They broke apart, the professor of the Blue Lions gazing at his blue-haired lover with a ravenous look in his eyes, one akin to her own.

"If you really want to love me to the paste of your ability…use your real sword to do it. Now, Bereto." She purred.

Grinning, he tightened his hold on her waist and sat up. The long-haired warrior woman immediately wrapped her black-clad legs around him; it didn't slow him down in the slightest as he carried her out of the lounge and through the halls. Likewise, she never broke her lustful gaze on him; somehow, she restrained herself from kissing him again. Bereto had a feeling that restraint would last only until they got to the bedroom-his bedroom.

And he was proven right as the moment he fished out the key and walked in, she pressed her lips against his. He felt the return of that erotic heat that quickly rushed through every fiber of his body. Beresu felt the same euphoria pumping through her as she batted her tongue against his. She raised her hand up and leisurely racked her hands through his lime-colored hair as he lowered her onto the bed. The swordsman lay atop of her, sandwiching her between him and the bed-Beresu loved the position, though a small part of her looked forward to switching things up.

Being on top of him, basking in his awe of her. In turn, she'd be doing the same to him, marveling at the sight of his clothe less body. From his muscular chest on down…

"I want it." Those erotic yearnings manifested.

"You want what, Beresu?" The male incarnation of the Ashen Demon teased.

At first, she pouted, but that pout turned into a flirt smile as she caressed his cheeks with her hands. "I want your sword, Bereto. Your real Sword of the Creator. In return, I'll let you have a taste of my Crest of Flames."

"Getting kinky, aren't you." He chuckled. "Well, you're not wrong. I would like to experience its splendor for myself." Giggling, she leaned up and kissed him again. Bereto returned it. His hands snaked down her waist.

Where they landed caused a short but lustful gasp to leave the blue-haired swordswoman's lips. In its aftermath, she smiled at him. "You've been wanting to do that for a while, haven't you?"

Chuckling, he groped her buttocks again. "Sorry, I guess…I'm not as upstanding as I'd like people to believe."

Her smile was a prelude, the flash of lightning before thunder struck. The bed shook as the pair reversed their positions. Beresu licked her lips as she now sat atop of her green-haired lover. "I don't see the problem in that. You've got feelings and emotions just like any other person would. Besides, it's not like you're letting those desires rule you, unlike some people." Reaching out, she gripped his left hand and guided it back to her ass cheek. The groping started up near immediately, much to Beresu's delight. "Keep them focused on me, Bereto. Only on me." She answered leaning down, her blue strands dipping onto his face.

Bereto kept one hand on her buttock and the other, his right, fell atop the back of her head. The kiss was deepened. His hands remained in their new position even after it ended. Lime green stared longingly into cobalt blue. "I promise, Bereto."

Smiling, the swordswomen leaned forward for a quick kiss. "Good. Now then…I'm going to draw your sword out your sword and give it a good sharpening." His eyes widened and hers narrowed with sultry excitement. Beresu moved quickly, grabbing at the bottom of his gray t-shirt, and pulling it over his head. Despite his surprise, Bereto raised his arms to accommodate her. She knew he was as eager as she was-she could feel his excitement literally poking at her loins. Tossing the shirt aside, she gasped in heated excitement at the sight of his scarred but muscular body. It was everything she'd expected, and hoped for. She ran her hand along his skin, feeling the scared and unscared flesh; her fingers came to rest on the left side of his chest. He looked straight up at her. Smiling, she grabbed his right hand and placed it on the exact same place on her body.

"Guess I'll have to be a little patient." He laughed.

"Don't worry, it won't be so bad." Beresu giggled. She slowly slid down, her gaze squarely on the bulge between his legs. The sight of it made her own organic and stone heart pulsate in excited joy. As she reached for his belt, she realized her hands were shaking. Geez, to think that I really would get the shakes when I finally did it with a man. It was a little embarrassing, but as she'd told Bereto, she could feel the same things normal people felt. Taking a quick breath, she quickly undid it, then slid his pants down. Her gaze temporarily broke from his hips to toss them and his boxers aside. Upon refocusing on him, her jaw dropped at what she saw. "Holy…shit…"

"I'll take that as a compliment." Came Bereot's amused voice. He'd never tried to think too hard about his cock, particularly what women would think of it. Still, he liked to think he was…decently-sized. Eight inches wasn't too bad, right? Maybe a few more. As he watched Beresu's jaw drop and her eyes light up with wonder, he began to feel the first sparks of pride in his member. "Beresu, Beresu," he called. She looked up, drool practically dropping from the corners of her mouth. "You wanted my Sword of the Creator, here it is." His dominant hand reached down, lightly grabbing the top of her head, and pushing it forward.

Beresu immediately wrapped her lips around his member, leading him to let out a sharp, gasping cry. His hips impulsively moved forward, sliding his dick along her lips. Shock waves of ecstasy rolled through him. He just barely kept from yelling in ecstasy, the pleasure-filled sound being muffled by his intense willpower.

It wasn't absolute, and Beresu knew that. She looked up at him with leering eyes. Oh, so you want me to work for it, huh? Hmm, you know, I don't have a problem with that actually. Smirking, she began to run her tongue up Bereto's masculine length. It was something she enjoyed doing as she was immediately captivated by his size. Upon taking his dick into her mouth, she became enamored with its thickness. She wanted more of his dick, and Beresu took it with gusto. No longer was he haphazardly thrusting into her mouth, she was instead taking him into her. Every second was marked by her suckling and licking his blade with the eagerness of a woman in love. She was, and she wanted Bereto to know that. She also wanted to hear him cry out-hear him scream her name.

He was already grunting it. "Aaahh…aaaahhh~ Ooohh~ B-Be…re…su…I-I…y-y-you're…b-being s-s-so…so…" Her hands drifted to his balls, which she began to tenderly massage. "Aaaaahh~!" His hips thrusted forward, a natural reaction as his body arched upward. Beresu relished the sliding of his cock deeper into her mouth. She gave a muffled moan of her own feeling his dick sliding through her already tight lips. It throbbed between them, in turn sending a slight tingle through her.

He's going to cum soon. The Black Eagles' instructor thought with a flirty smirk. She felt the pulsations of his cock-what with being the cause of them herself. As she massaged his balls, she could picture his essence building up within him. The barrier of self-restraint could only keep it held back for so long. Every flick of her tongue and suckling of her lips left a decent-sized hole in it. They piled up by the second.

"Ooooohhh!" Shouted the normally stoic young man. He gripped his blue-haired lover's head tightly and thrusted his hips forward. It was a fierce thrust that left Beresu choking on the masculine blade that she'd became so enamored with. Amazingly, no cum came, but she was more than happy to fell more of it in her mouth. Eager to feel his masculine seed running down her throat, she blew him even harder. "Ber…esu," grunted the Blue Lions' professor.

Her eyes rose, meeting his. Bereto tightened his hold on her head, she did the same with her lips to his mouth. Still, it didn't stop him from pulling her away. The blue-haired swordswoman left a trail of saliva on her lover's cock as she was entirely pulled away from it. For what felt like the first time in hours, her mouth inhaled fistfuls of air. There was something relaxing in that, but that feeling was exceeded by the disappointment she felt in the absence of Bereto's member. Luckily, that absence was short-lived.

"Mmmmmm~!"

"Aaaraaaaahhh~!"

That insertion tipped him over the edge. As his dick slid through Beresu's lips, Bereto felt the wall blocking off his orgasm finally break apart. It was helped by a few more whip-like lashes from her tongue. His cock pulsated, then from his tip spewed forth his semen. For the first time in his life, it had a place to go-rushing down the blue-haired woman's throat like an unobstructed river. It flowed down into Beresu's throat, giving her the delicious euphoria she'd been hungering for. Bereto got a taste of it himself, cumming while feeling Beresu's lips fastened to his cock, it was an indescribable feeling. He never would have known it existed if he hadn't decided to give this relationship a try.

Lying back against the pillows, he thanked the heavens that he did. He also thanked Sothis and her counterpart for giving them some much needed privacy. They were going to be needing a lot more of it in the future.

He kept his hand on her head as he continued to pump her mouth full of his semen. It only fell away once Bereto felt like he was finished. Only temporarily of course. As he panted on the bed, he knew that his erection would return, as did Beresu. Until it did though, she'd enjoy the warm taste of the male teacher's seed.

She gulped it down with audible joy and a visible smile. Bereto lifted his head to watch her, quietly relishing the sight. Seeing a woman enjoyable swallowing his cum was…indeed a pretty great experience. It filled him with both joy and pride.

"I like how you taste, Bereto," whispered the blue-haired woman. She raised her fingers to her lips to wipe away the residue. "Hmm, you've got a nice salty tasty to you."

"Salty, huh? I guess that's not too bad." He remarked. "I'm just glad that you liked it."

"Yeah, I do, though maybe like isn't strong enough." Her tongue ran along her fingers, lapping up the residual cum. Once she was finished, Beresu's blue eyes flickered toward him; that erotic, predatory look still lingered in her eyes. She was still far from satisfied. Grinning, she gripped the bottom of her shirt and removed it, exposing her jet-black bra. Bereto's eyes widened at the sight, his cock suddenly growing hard. With a sultry grin, she grinded her hips against his. "Like I thought, your Sword of the Creator's lives up to my expectations."

"I-I-I-I'm…g-g-glad." His cock was fast regaining its previous hardness. G-Guess…I-I…won't, w-w-we won't have to wait too long. "B-B-Beresu, I-I…aaahh."

"I've caught you staring at my chest more than a few times, and the chests of other women."

A hot blush consuming his cheeks, he looked away. "I-I…I…like boobs."

Grinning, the blue-haired woman crawled upward. She gently turned his face around so they were eye-to-eye. Their lips met in a long, smoldering kiss. He lifted his hands from the bed to once more wrap them around Beresu's waist. Now he could feel her bare skin.

"Take it off." She whispered upon pulling away from him. His hands immediately rose to find the clip of her bra. It took him no more than a second to undo it. Grinning, Beresu rose, letting the feminine covering fall away and revealing her breasts; her entire body from the waist up was exposed. He spotted scars on her body, one prominent one that stretched from the front of her left abdomen all the way back. He immediately knew some kind of blade had been responsible, and the wound must have come close to ending her life. It hadn't though, a fact he was immensely grateful for. His right hand stretched forward, feeling it. She laid her hand atop of his. "Where we've been." Beresu offered.

The simple three-word phrase brought a bright smile to his face. "Yeah, where we've been, and how much further we can go."

Her hands gripped the sides of his face bringing him in for a kiss. He felt the brush of her nipples against his chest. A bolt of ecstasy shot through both of them-no-circulated through them. It was maintained by their continued kissing. So engrossed in it they hardly noticed their bodies rolling over. Bereto subconsciously grinded his against his lover's, not caring that she still had some clothes on whereas he was entirely nude. Beresu didn't seem to care either. At least not yet.

What seemed like hours later, it did cross their minds, namely Bereto's. He pulled away, propping himself up on his knees and hands. His breathing was hard as was Beresu's. Her eyes focused on his as he slowly began to descend downward. "W-W-Wait!" she cried. He promptly stopped in his tracks and looked up at her. "I-I…I'm not done with your cock yet, Bereto." She explained with a heavy blush on her face. He had a feeling it wasn't just from the lingering ecstasy of their make out.

Sitting up, he stared long and hard at her, finding something enjoyable in her panting. "Alright." He finally answered in a husky voice.

With a smile, Beresu sat up, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissing him. It seemed that they'd grown rather addicted to kiss each other, and maybe grinding against one another. Bereto felt his harden erection pressing against him courtesy of Beresu's waist. A part of him deeply longed to feel her nakedness in that area, but he retrained himself for the time being. As the kiss went on, he once more found himself rolled over. Again, he found himself lying on his backside, staring up at his blue-haired lover. She pulled away, panting while wearing an eager smile on her face. Beresu wasted little time in crawling down, only stopping once her chest was positioned direction in front of his upright cock.

That predatory smile returned to her eyes as she gripped her breasts and moved them to either side of Bereto's mast.

"Impressive whetstones, worthy for your Sword of the Creator, wouldn't you say?" She beckoned.

Feeling his mouth going drier than the deserts of the east, he dumbfoundedly nodded. Thankfully, it was enough for Beresu. With a hearty giggle, she sandwiched his cock between her tits. The green-haired man gripped the sheets at his side and groaned. Never before had he experienced a rush of heat this…intense, this incredible. Bereto could have sworn he felt his eyes roll back into his head as the searing heat wave slammed into him, knocking him into a carnal abyss.

"Hmmm~ Yes, this sword is definitely in need of more sharpening. Luckily, I have exactly what you need, Beresu~" He fully agreed with her, but as she massaged his dick with her mounds, he found he couldn't speak. All he could do was grunt and groan, both of which grew louder with each passing second. To Beresu, it was sweet music to her ears. Hearing his sounds of ecstasy excited and empowered her. Like him, this was a first, and it was proving to be an incredibly happy first. This was going to be another first, and a second. Bereto's first tit fuck and his second orgasm, both at Beresu's hands. Or in this case, her breasts.

People had always praised her in regards to her chest. Men had eyed her breasts as had some women, including her own students. Dorothea had outright complimented her while Edelgard had looked on with envy. Actually, Dorothea had looked to her chest with a little bit of envy as well since her breasts were bigger than hers.

"Let's just say…I'm waiting for the right man to 'use' them on, Dorothea." She once told her songstress pupil during an afternoon heart-to-heart. Beresy never judged Dorothea for the things she'd done in the past, she always knew she had little right to being a mercenary. While that had comforted her, Dorothea had sorrowfully pointed out she'd been maybe a little too devoted to it. However, she clearly admired how she hadn't "stooped to lows" as she had.

"I…see." Had came her response. Beresu saw the analytical look on her face. Despite putting on the airs of a brainless beauty, Dorothea was far from it. Especially when it came to emotions and feelings.

"I'm sorry, it's just…it's the way I am."

"No, no, you don't have to apologize. Even though I swing both ways, I…I'll admit I kind of prefer men. The kind of man you're waiting for is the kind I think I'd want for myself."

Beresu had a feeling that Bereto would have qualified as the sort of man Dorothea would have wanted. The sort she'd have enjoyed titfucking as she was currently doing. She hoped there was another for her student as he was hers. He grunted and even screamed her name, his hips rocking up and down, his cock sliding up the valley of her breasts. She kept up the pace of her titfucking, never slowing down as she felt the pulsations of Bereto's cock. Each one was a joy to her.

Seeing his tip, Beresu leaned forward and licked the protruding tip of his masculine sword. A sudden, thunderous cry went out from the Blue Lions' instructor. It rung in Beresu's ears, heightening the joyful pride she already had running through her. Wearing a wider grin, she quickened the rate of her pumping of his cock, and her licks across his tip.

"AAAAAAHH~ OOOOHH~ B-B-BERESU! A-A-AT THIS RATE…I-I'M GOING TO…I-I'M GOING TO-"

"Cum," She whispered for him. After her one-word statement she leisurely dragged her tongue across his tip, enjoying the way his whole body shook with ecstasy. Getting an idea, she tightly squeezed his cock with her tits, pressuring them from both sides and fully encasing Bereto's sword in their sensual heat.

"AAAAAAAAHHH~!" The cry rung out through the room, bouncing off the walls and maybe reaching outside into the hallways.

Amazing, he's still holding on, but here comes the final blow. With hunger in her eyes, she took the tip of his penis into her mouth, running her tongue along the tip and everything below.

Suddenly, she felt a tight grip on her head followed by the scream of her name. "BERESU!" Along with it came the thrusting of her lover's hips straight up. His cock pulsated as it unleashed another load. She pulled her mouth away just in time to feel it blast its way through. His semen didn't just stop at her mouth, it splashed about all over the place since she pulled her mouth away. Beresu's pussy tightened feeling the masculine juices touching down all over her face and her breasts. She was sure she joined Bereto in screaming in ecstasy. The feeling of being sprayed from head to chest with his seed was just…incredible.

She knew by the end of it she looked a mess, a cum-faced mess. Never in her life had she worn such a look. Beresu didn't need a mirror to know that, she could literally feel it. She felt the sticky, warm substance on her face and her chest, dripping across her nipples. Her harden nipples. Even after the eruption of cum ended, she felt the euphoric excitement still circulating through her system, and she was confident it was still rushing through Bereto as well. It was visible on his face as he breathed hard, never breaking his staring at her. No doubt this was his first time ever seeing a woman covered in cum, particularly his cum.

It made Beresu giggle with glee. "Thank you, Bereto."

Briefly regaining his wits, he shook his head, still sporting a thick blush on his face. "I-I think I should be thanking you. I mean that was…that was…"

"Incredible? Spectacular? Amazing?" She gingerly offered.

Smiling, he casually nodded. "All those things. I finally know what all the talk about blowjobs and titfucks are."

"Same here." She dragged her finger across her right breast, scooping up some cum before inserting it into her mouth. Bereto watcher her suck on it, knowing she was putting on a show for him. She released it with a pop! that reverberated through the room. "And I'm looking forward to more of them with you, Bereto."

His blush intensified. "Me too." Already, he felt his member getting hard at the thought of a repeat of their coupling. Beresu's eyes ducked down, eyeing the hardening blade with interest. "But before that, I want to know what your Crest of Flames can do. I want it for myself."

For the first time since she saw his masculine sword, her eyes widened in shock. It was temporary of course as she swiftly recovered her wits. "I thought you would." Grinning, she stood at the foot of the bed, then turned her back to him. His already hardening dick continued to do so at the sight of her round, perfect ass. The view was made butter as he watched Beresu finally remove the last of her clothes, including the sultry black underwear that matched her bra. Upon its removal, she turned around and present him with her pussy, which he noticed was leaking cum onto the floor.

"It's…you've been…" He murmured.

A well-trimmed patch of blue hair sat above the dripping cunt. With his eyes on her, Beresu lightly inserted two fingers into her womanly silt and began to finger herself. A brief, lustful gasp left her lips before her eyes fell on him.

Bereto said nothing. He merely stared back with a visibly hunger in his eyes. After a minute of her self-pleasure, Beresu removed her fingers and crawled back onto the bed-she crawled toward him. As she lifted her hand toward him, he took it and began to suck her cum-soaked fingers. Once he was finished, the cum had been replaced with his saliva, a change that Beresu didn't at all mind. Before she could go in for a kiss, Bereto flipped them over so she laid on her back. Her time to admire the still lustful look in Bereto's eyes was short as he moved down to her waist. With swift determination, he buried himself in her pussy.

"O-Oooohhh~ Aaaaahhh~ Naaahhh~!" She immediately found herself crying out. T-This is…t-t-totally d-d-different f-f-from…w-w-what I…expected. I-It's…even better! Her ability to think was quickly being hacked away at like another enemy on the battlefield. "Yessss…oh, yessss~!" Simple, one-word exclamations were the best she could do, and they were all that she needed. Her legs kicked out as his tongue delivered numerous jolts of ecstasy. Kissing him had been fun, but this was…it felt like something amazingly new and exquisite. "Naaaaahhh~! Aaaaaahhh~!" Beresu reached up and grabbed at the pillows beneath her, her only anchor. At the rate they were going, it wasn't going to be enough.

Eventually, the warrior woman's legs stopped kicking about, settling for merely wrapping around Bereto's green-topped head. She let loose another scream that shook room as he pushed deeper into her womanly hole. As he'd said, he was laying claim to her Crest of Flames for himself-something that Beresu knew a plethora of people back in her home world would have loved to do for themselves. She was certain that there were people back in Bereto's home world that would have loved to have been in her position, likely even his world's Edelgard.

Her loss, and my Edelgaard's as well. She thought with somewhat vain glee. He's mine! He's mine! He's all mine!

Riding high on the erotic euphoria, Beresu began working her hips. Holding fast to the pillows around her, she began bucking her hips against Bereto's mouth. It was a little tricky figuring out the timing of his licks, but she managed to decipher it. Once she did, she timed her thrusts to his.

"MMMMMM~!"

"AAAAAHH~! YES, SOTHIS, YES~! KEEP GOING, BERETO~!" Thankfully, there was no reply from the goddess herself, either hers or Bereto's. "OOOOOOOHHH~! THAT'S IT~! F-FUCK~! FUCK, I CAN FEEL IT INSIDE OF ME~!" The room began to spin around here. There was chaos outside of her and within her. For the first time in her life, Beresu felt an orgasm approaching, and never did she think she'd be so looking forward to it. Her grip on Bereto's head tightened as she felt that knot within her growing tighter and tighter.

If Bereto had any complaints, he didn't voice them however he could have. Given he pushed his tongue and his fingers into her, he might have actually been enjoying the squeeze. Some claimed that between the legs of the Ashen Demon was an amazing experience. That's where Bereto was, between her legs and in her womanly cavern, striking at her core and making it flood with her love nectar.

"AAAAAAYYYYYYY~!" She wailed, her back arching up and her breasts bouncing with it. Cum spewed from her loins directly into her lover's face. He held his mouth open to gulp the delicious juices down. Speaking of down, Beresu was certain she didn't come down from it for what felt like hours. She had no idea how much she came, just that she felt so…happy that she had. And that it'd been Bereto who'd made her cum as well.

She was lying on the bed, staring up at the darken ceiling panting like she'd just ran multiple marathons. Though not entirely exhausted, she would say that she needed a minute to catch her breath. Recovering from an orgasm was new to her. Fun in its own way, but still new. Her recovery was helped by the green-haired man that had showed her what true ecstasy felt like lying beside her.

Turning to her right, she found herself staring longingly into his bright green eyes, so like those of a handful of people that she knew and came to trust. With Bereto though, her feelings for him went beyond trust and friendship, as evident by what they'd just done. And the way she reached out to caress his face, and then kiss him.

"Your Crest of Flames lived up to its legend." He said as they parted.

"Hehehe, glad to hear that. If I disappointed you, I don't think I would have been able to live with myself." She replied.

Bereto leaned forward and took her lips with a short but sweet kiss. "You never disappoint. You give everything you et out to do your all; it's one of the things that I love about you, Beresu."

Such simple yet kind words made her heart flutter. She leaned forward and began a new kiss, one a little more intimate than their previous one. As it continued, it grew in intensity leading her to move her body against his. The two mercenaries-turned-professors found their bodies rolling along the bed, right over the edge.

"A-Ah! S-Sorry about that! I-I guess I got so caught up in things I…lost track of our surroundings." The blue-haired woman offered. Fortunately or unfortunately, she'd landed atop of Bereto, who'd taken the brunt of the fall.

"Don't worry about it. I've had much, much worse than this." Truthfully, he was more concerned about his erection. It was back at full mast, especially with Beresu once again atop of him. It was a stroke of luck in his mind that's how they'd fallen.

His erection didn't go unnoticed by his lover, whose cheeks flared up as she felt it brushing against her wet silt. Upon locking eyes with him, Bereto realized she was ready for another round.

It was time for her Crest of Flames and his Sword of the Creator to meet and become one.

Holding onto his hands, she pulled him up and sat him on the edge of the bed, panting as she crawled onto his lap. He knew she was a virgin, just like him. After this moment though, neither of them would be.

"Ready?" he asked her.

"More than you can imagine." She answered back with a smile. Flashing her one of his own, he lifted her up, then sat her down atop his cock. Beresu herself slammed her hips down, wanting to get the pain of her first time done and over with. Despite all she'd endured, she felt it-the breaking of her hymen as Bereto's blade passed through her vaginal lips. "I-It…a-a-almost feels bigger now that you're inside of me." She whispered.

"I'm sorry." He called.

"Don't apologize. I-It's…fine. Aaaah…" After another few seconds, the lingering pain faded. Once it did, she felt her hips begin to move. Where once there had been pain, euphoria began to take its place. Sweet, blissful euphoria that eradicated any lingering traces of agony. "Ooooohhh~" she moaned as that feeling began to overwhelm her. "B-B-Bereto, you can-! Haaaah~!"

"Move?" He jokingly asked as he'd begun to do just that. Not only was he moving, he was on his way to outpacing her. It was incredible. The organic blade that had came to comfortably rest within her was now moving at swift speeds. Her cries of ecstasy rung out, especially in Bereto's ears causing him to grin. "It feels great."

"Yes~ Yes~!" She shouted back, not even sure what he was referring to. She heard a prideful chuckle before her hips were rocked by another mighty thrust. "Ohhhh~! Again, do that again, Bereto!"

Still maintaining his thrusting, the green-haired man rose. His cock remained deeply lodged into his beloved's pussy, never slowing down. Thanks to his new standing position, Beresu found herself rocking against him, testing his physical stamina. Fucking her while on his feet, it was a tall order, but one he'd be able to meet as he had countless others. Giving him strength was the constant grinding of her breasts against his chest. Her massive, feathery soft breasts that had once sandwiched his cock. The latter was now pumping its way in and out of her pussy; he groaned feeling the ever-increasing pressure of her vaginal walls around it.

"Mmmmmm~ Mmmm~ Aaaaahhh~ Yes, that's it~ Yes, that's it, Bereto," Moaned the long-haired beauty with lustful eyes.

Gripping her round, shapely ass, he gave her another strong, powerful thrust.

"AAAAAAAHHH~! AGAIN~!"

"Since you asked so nicely!" His hips shook, his cock ramming its way into her cunt and generating another booming scream from her. "I never knew…sex could be…this-" Whatever he was about to say was cut off by Beresu's lips. He didn't mind it-kissing her while holding her up in a standing fuck was an experience that words couldn't do justice. He enjoyed the kiss as did she, their muffled voices rising in a shared moan. It went hand-in-hand with the lewd slapping of their hips.

Bereto's room, once solitary and quiet, was filled with the erotic sounds of lovemaking, something that few if any would have betted on happening. Those same people might have found themselves feeling jealous as he showed his worth as a lover. Beresu would have likely invoked similar feelings. The way her athletic yet feminine body glistened with sweat would have drawn the attention of many, as it had in the past. Her breasts shook uncontrollable whenever she leaned away from her green-haired lover, who maintained his hold on bottom. Likewise, she kept her legs fastened around his waist. The same pressure she'd squeezed his head with was directed toward his waist; just like before, it did little to stop him. If anything, his thrusts seemed to grow stronger as Beresu's hold on his waist tightened.

Her voice was a constant mix of pants and screams, bouncing off every corner of the room alongside their slapping hips. It was a sensual tornado that she was utterly lost in. She felt herself being battered from side to side and it was a loss of control that she was positively excited over. The eye of the storm revealed itself in Bereto's face, and she lunged for it. Their lips melded together once again as their hips continued to slam into one another. She intensified the kiss on her end as she felt a familiar knot forming in her loins.

"You're going to cum." Came her lover's tight voice.

"So…are you." She replied quickly deducing he was experiencing the same.

The smile that spread over his face transferred to her. Their lips collided in a searing-hot kiss that furthered their building climax. Tongues slapped together while hips continued to do the same. Within them, the explosive fire that had been building finally exploded forth.

"AAAAAAHHHH~!" The teachers shouted in unison, their hips bucking one final time. As they'd set out to do, the Sword of the Creator and the Crest of Flames became one.

Amazingly, as they did so, Bereto remained standing. Even if he wobbled a little, he kept his grip on his blue-haired lover, and kept them both upright. They panted into each other's faces, their shared juices overflowing from the latter's pussy and spilling onto the floor. It was a far cry from the loud slapping of their hips from moments before. Beresu gingerly lifted her head and stared into his eyes-their lips promptly found each other a heartbeat later.

Somewhere amidst the kiss, Bereto found himself falling backwards. Luckily, there was a bed behind him. Even if he could keep going on his face, a small part of him was happy to have something soft yet solid behind him.

Beresu rose, saliva briefly connecting their lips as they shared a meaningly stare. "I…you…" she whispered with a face red enough to put the flags of her chosen house to shame. It was actually a pretty good look for her.

"Want to go again?" Bereto questioned with a smirk.

"Fuck, yes." She exclaimed. "But I get to be on top this time."

With a light tap to her bottom, he reminded her that technical she already was. Her response was a sheepish blush and a laugh. After a little shuffling around they were lying squarely in the center of the bed, her still atop of Bereto. His hands moved from her ass to her hips, her waist hovered over his erect member.

"So, have you found your perfect sheath?" She asked in a sultry tone.

"Yes, I have." The green-haired man answered before bringing her down atop his member. Beresu threw her head back and moaned, once more feeling her feminine hole impaled by Bereto's sword. Even if it was only a few minutes, their time apart had felt like a lifetime. Now, they were reunited in the most intimate way possible, and in a new position. Bereto would say a better one as he gazed up at the constantly swaying of Beresu's breasts.

Most of the cum that had once marred them had either ran off or found its way to his chest given how close they'd been. His eyes couldn't help but stare mesmerized at the jiggling nipples that weren't that far off from him. Even as he felt the pleasurable constriction of her pussy around his cock, Bereto's attention remained evenly split on her breasts. And that attention was further divided as he found himself looking between the two.

It didn't go unnoticed.

"Oh, Bereto, you don't have to just stare. Enjoy." Came the sultry voice of his Black Eagles counterpart. Gasping, he looked straight up into her face. She had a seductive smile that could have given Manuela a run for her money. "I'm yours, that goes for all of me." To emphasize her point, she leisurely stroked her left breast, her fingers toying with the nipple right before him.

With a grunt, he thrusted into her. Beresu's concentration broke as the sensual shock wave spread through her. In that instant, Bereto reached up and took hold of the nipple with his teeth, biting and licking it to his heart's content.

"Hyaaaaaahhh~! Aaaaahhh~! T-T-That's it, Bereto! Goddess, yessss~! Yes~!" Cried the blue-haired beauty. Not only was she getting fucked by the strongest blade in all of Fόdlan, her breasts were getting equally great treatment at the lips of the blade's owner. She felt his other hand remain fasten to her ass, keeping her steady as he continued to pound away at her. "AAAAAAAHHH~! HAAAAHHH~! KEEP GOING, BERETO~!"

"I DON'T…PLAN…ON STOP! NOT UNTIL I'VE FILLED YOU UP AGAIN!" He shouted between licks. It wasn't even remotely difficult-maintaining his thrusts while having his way with her tit. If anything, it came surprisingly easy for him-Bereto wondered if that was because of his sheer desire for the woman atop of him. At the moment she was his everything. He wanted to make her happy, and he wanted to have his complete way with her to his heart's content. Her every scream was the realization of both goals.

"OOOOOHHHH~! YES, YESSSS~! HYAAAAAAHHH~! Y-YOU'RE…T-T-THE BEST…BERETO~! YOU'RE…YOU'RE…"

"I'M YOURS, BERESU!"

Hearing that made her raise her hips then slam them down against his. Bereto shut his eyes and bit into her nipple, feeling a primal surge of ecstasy race through him. He'd given himself to her, and he wanted to leave his mark on her. Pulling away. In pulling away he saw he'd done exactly that. Still keeping his thrusting up, he moved to her other breast, her right, and gave it the same treatment. Again, the blue-haired woman let out an ecstasy-laced howl that rung in his ears.

"AAAAYYAAAAAHHH~! SO GOOOOODDDD~!" She'd always heard women talk about how amazing sex was. Beresu quietly wondered when she'd experienced. Now, as she rode Bereto's cock, she realized not only were those stories true, they didn't do the real thing justice. Then again, maybe her partner also had something to do with it. Amazingly, as she'd quietly hoped, he saw her-a person of her own, a person worth loving. A woman that she knew he'd always keep in his thoughts, and with whom he'd experienced the greatest night of his life. She'd in turn experienced the same with him.

"BERESUUUU~!" Thundered the enlightened warrior as his cock once more erupted, and once more in the confines of his blue-haired lover's pussy. His juices were welcomed into her pussy, which spewed forth feminine juices of her own.

"BERETOOOO~!" Cried the blue-haired demoness, her eyes roll back into her head. For the second time she experienced a mind-shaking orgasm that left her spinning into chaos. She felt her walls tighten on her lover's member while their juices mixed within the confines of her pussy. It was just as good, if not better than their first orgasm. It certainly hit her hard, hard enough that she outright collapsed forward; luckily, someone was there to catch her.

Bereto tenderly wrapped her up in his arms. His cock continued to pulsate, spilling his juices into her womb. She gave a quiet moan of acceptance at it. At the moment, she was utterly breathless, unable to properly voice her enjoyment at the semen that was continuously pumped into her. All she did was grip his shoulders with her hands and his waist with her legs.

"I meant what I said, Beresu." He spoke.

Her right hand rose, leisurely running through his leafy green locks. "Good…because I don't want anyone else besides you, Bereto."

He leaned forward and kissed her, his eyes shining like polished emeralds. Looking into them, Beresu realized how lucky she was to have found such a man. He was everything she'd always quietly sought in a lover.

"Now, I think it's my turn to be on top."

"H-Huh? Huh?!" It was as quick as a flash of lightning. She felt something solid beneath her. Solid and somewhat wet. Her breath caught in her throat as she found herself looking straight up. The eyes of a hungry predator greeted her, that and a seductive smile. They made her heart race with excitement. That pace intensified as she felt the first of what would be many more thrusts against her waist. "Your turn to be on top, huh?" She cooed.

"Yes." Came his sexy answer.

Arms reached up wrapping around his neck and bringing him down, lips colliding as hips began thrusting anew. The silent aftermath of the couple's previous orgasm had ended. With joyful shouting, they were back at it again, rocking the bed and the room with the sounds of their lovemaking.


"You know…I think we could just stay in bed today. I don't think anyone would mind."

"Hmm, you're wondering about the possibilities that people will talk more about Link and Kamui?"

Bereto chuckled. "He is a heavy sleeper. Maybe Kamui will be up for indulging him."

Beresu giggled as she considered the possibility. It wouldn't surprise her. Kamui had a kind heart, especially when it came to the people she cared about. After last night, she was utterly certain that Link had shot to the top of that list. Likewise, the man beside her had shot to the top of people she cared about the most.

Turning to one another, the couple laughed before embracing. The sweat had long since dissipated from their naked bodies, mostly covered by the bedsheets. Neither of them knew precisely when they'd crawled beneath the sheets. Maybe the first rays of sunlight had been shooting across the horizon, maybe it'd been earlier than that. When they awoke and checked the clock, they were rather surprised to find it was only a little past nine. They'd entertained the possibility of going another round before deciding to simply enjoy the morning cuddled together.

It was to that scene that a certain someone awoke to.

I can't believe it, you two actually did it. Remarked Sothis with a thin smile on her face. Despite the scene that greeted her, she seemed more amused than anything.

The same went for her look alike, who hovered to her right directly in front of Beresu. Who would have ever imagined that such a level of narcissism could exist.

"So says the goddess literally agreeing with herself." Bereto coolly fired back looking up at the pair.

The pair looked between each other then back at Bereto. Beresu giggled at the little back and forth. It was indeed a perfect way to start the morning. At least until her stomach growled.

"Damn," she muttered.

"Heh, guess that's our cue to get up and start the day." Her lover remarked.

Yes, please do. Do something other than lay in here all day and night. Oh, and do please clean up! Honestly, looking at the bed, it's clear you two held nothing back! One of the two goddess proclaimed sweeping her hand over the bed. It was torn and stained in several places, as were some of the pillows. It didn't take a genius to figure out what had transpired.

The couple responsible for such damages looked between each other and simply shrugged. With near maternal sighs, the two goddesses vanished. Their retreat to the pair's subconscious left them alone once more.

"By our recently departed goddess, Bereto, that was amazing!" Exclaimed the blue-haired woman throwing her arms around her boyfriend.

"Yeah, it was. Guess it goes without saying we're doing this again, aren't we?" It wasn't a question, more like an obvious statement framed as one.

Crawling onto his lap, Beresu answered, "Absolutely."

As he felt his member hardening after hours of fucking, his hand snaked its way down from her hip to her ass. He'd certainly left his mark there. "We could go again now, if you want."

"Tempting, so very tempting," she responded. The space between them was miniscule, just begging to be closed. If it was, they knew what would follow. "But I think I'll take a nice serving of breakfast. With you of course."

"Alright then, breakfast it is." He affirmed. With that, she removed herself from him. He could almost feel his cock crying out in dismay at the loss of her physical presence. Bereto knew it was temporary though. They'd be making love again, maybe as early as this afternoon or night. Until then, they'd just have to control themselves. That decree was put to the test as they got dressed, and snook glances at one another. Moments later, they were fully clothed and standing at the door. "Beresu?"

"Hm?"

"Which…position was your favorite?" He asked with a slight blush.

A similar blush immediately ate up her cheeks. "Ah, well…I guess cowgirl. I loved riding you, and feeling you sucking my breasts. Oh, and when you carried me around and fucked me against the wall was pretty fun too." The memories caused their cheeks to redden even more. "What I liked about all of them was how we were faced to face. I…like looking at you, Bereto."

"Me too." He answered, pulling her in for a quick kiss.

Thankfully, their blushes died down once they got out into the hallway. To their further relief, they received no strange looks or were asked any questions. Just like last night, all the focus seemed to be on Link and Kamui. On top of that, it seemed that last night Ganondorf and Captain Falcon had agreed upon another match. It'd be another clash of megaton punches, something that both Bereto and Beresu were eager to see.

"Guess we're still in the shadows, huh?" The former whispered to the latter as they were mere steps away from the dining hall. It was abuzz with activity.

"Yeah. If it's alright with you, I…kind of want to keep it that way. I don't want anyone coming between us. I just…"

"Want it to be the two of us?" He offered with an understanding, tender smile.

Beresu had seen such smiles directed at maidens in love. She always felt happy for them, yet somewhere along the way she began to feel a little envious. What would it be like to have someone who looked at her in such a way? To give her such affection.

Now she knew. "Yes." She answered with a loving smile of her own.

Content in their acknowledge yet secret relationship, the couple stepped forward, greeting their fellow fighters and friends.

Fin


Okay, that one took me a week longer than I would have liked. With this, I have officially written and posted 200 stories. Took almost ten years, but man, does it feel like a proud hallmark to have reached. A while back once I realized how many stories I'd written, I took a step back and realized how close to that benchmark I was approaching, a pretty surreal feeling. This coming will mark ten years since I started writing fanfiction. Quite a journey it's been.

As for why I chose this story to be #200, it was a request from a good friend I met on reddit. His name is AstraPlatina, an avid M! Byleth/F! Byleth shipper (and Byleth/Rhea shipper like me). He gave me a rough layout for this story and the finer details such as the sex positions and sex talk, along with the names for M! and F! Byleth. He is also responsible for the thumbnail art (and is quite a good artist himself). It was thanks to his works that I can say I softened a little on F! Byleth, whose design I wasn't too on board with at first. Part of my initial dislike was also likely because of the near overwhelming amount of shipping of her and Edelgard, a character that I really, really can't say I'm a fan of. Those of you that have read my previous Three Houses story (or checked my profile) should know that it is my least favorite Three Houses pairing, and probably one of my least favorite Fire Emblem pairings in general. As such, I couldn't help but take some shots at it in this story.

As for the ship of M! and F! Byleth, like I said, AstraPlatina's artwork brought me around. Suppose my intense dislike of Edelgard somewhat bled over into the latter, and once she was removed I was able to appreciate the character a little more. In writing this story, I tried to differentiate her a little from M! Byleth in different ways. One of them was in cooking as I have a headcanon of Byleth having a love for spicy food. As such, he's into and skilled in cooking Indian-style curry, which can be quite spicy. In contrast, Thai curry is light on the spice as its ingredients includes leaves and herbs which gives it a different flavor. On that of that taste difference, I tried to write her as being more openly whimsical whereas M! Byleth/Bereto is a touch more reserved until he comes out of his shell. Once he does and around her, they're both pretty emotional people.

Since this was a Smash Bros story, I tried to inject a bit of humor and references here and there. I could have written the "side" pairing of this story as either male or female Corrin pairing up with the opposite gendered Robin, but in a spur of the moment choice I chose Link. Suppose that's because over the past year and a half I've gotten all these different crossover ship ideas involving Link and F! Corrin just popped out at me for the dynamics listed in story. Maybe one day I'll actually do a story about them. Thanks to Astra, I may one day dip a toe into Genshin Impact, which he's opened me open to. All just things to consider.

That's all for now. I hope you all enjoyed this story and look forward to more of my writings!