AN: A collection of drabbles (all 100 words exactly unless noted beforehand) for the Falcom Fanfic Server's daily prompts, along with any extras I happen to come up with! The ones in Snapshots'll stay there, but any new ones will show up here from now on. Now, without further ado...

Fishing (Beatrix, Heinrich)

"You have to admit," Instructor Beatrix began, looking more than a little amused at how frazzled her comrade was, "it's not every day that a new student applies to form a club with such… er, vigor."

Instructor Heinrich, meanwhile, was furiously waving an exceptionally thick sheaf of paper in the air like it was an affront to Aidios Herself. "Hardly the point! This isn't a proper application at all, it's – "

"A testament that this Kenneth Lakelord is more than ready to run his proposed Fishing Club." She smiled and stood up, nodding her head. "I say approve it, Heinrich."

Mountain (Friedel/Loggins)

"I can't friggin believe," Loggins began, falling onto his back in a show of utter exhaustion, "that your idea of a 'rest day' is a goddamn summit hike."

Friedel sighed patiently as she sat down beside him, maddeningly unruffled as she always was. "Long-term endurance is something that needs to be worked on too, you know. Besides, you have to admit that a strenuous walk like this is still easier than our usual training routine."

He snorted but said nothing in reply, and he closed his eyes when he felt delicate fingers start swimming their way through spiky brown hair.

Midnight (Machias/Emma)

The sound of his ARCUS vibrating quickly caught Machias' attention. A message or an orbmail, most likely. Probably a colleague wanting an update, no doubt –

'You're not still up working, are you?' and he swore he could Emma's concerned voice echoing in his ears.

'I'm almost finished. I'll be sleeping soon.'

He'd barely finished typing back before the ARCUS went off again and he answered immediately, his eyes focused on the second hand ticking past 12. "Hello."

"Hi. Define soon, Machias?"

"Within the next half hour, I promise."

She sighed, the affection clear as day. "I suppose I'll take it."

Betrayal (Rean/Alisa)

"Whose side are you on, anyway?!" Alisa demanded, and Rean felt his heart clench when he saw her pale complexion and exhausted eyes.

"The side that has you getting some rest," he answered, gingerly trying to ease her back into bed. "Sharon's right, Alisa. You're sick."

She glared up at him as best she could and he wasn't sure what had her annoyed more; her current condition or him admitting Sharon was very much correct. "But – "

"No buts. Get some rest, okay?" he murmured, his fingertips tenderly trailing across her burning forehead.

"Hmph. Traitor."

(She still grasped his hand).

Empty (Viscount Arseid, Laura)

Victor watched as Laura's knees buckled, and if not for her quickly digging the tip of her greatsword into the turf she might have collapsed entirely.

He wasn't surprised. This was the first time that he'd pushed her this hard in training – the first time she'd caught the faintest glimpse of the real Radiant Blademaster – and there was only so much one could do when they flew that close to the sun.

He remained silent, and his patience was rewarded when she gritted her teeth and rose.

She wasn't empty, not yet. There was still more in her to give.