#papillon x alfons

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Papillon x Alfons: S-A Support

In collaboration with: @ronyavalentine

Alfons: Ah... Archives-girl. I've been looking for you. I didn't take you for the type to have a talent to escape eyes so well.

Papillon: *disinterested* I will not gift you with a rematch if that's what you want. And my name is Papillon. Surely a Nohrian like you can pronounce it.

Alfons: *opens his mouth, clearly irritated, but decides against whatever he was about to say and takes a deep breath* ...Your displeasure with me is understandable and quite predicted, but please hear me out before you begin throwing words of venom at me. I'm not here to aggravate you. I simply wish to speak, one on one.

Papillon: *stops, then looks at him* Oh? *raises an eyebrow* And what exactly where you hoping to discuss?

Alfons: Hahh... I suppose "discuss" is not exactly the term I'm after, rather... I wish to apologize for my previous behavior and the disrespect I directed at you.

Papillon: *shocked* You're actually apologizing? *her puzzled look then turns into a soft smile* Well I hope you've apologize to yourself as well, I'm not the only one you disrespected.

Alfons: I... *takes another deep breath, closing his eyes for a short moment while he collects his cool* ...I must admit my surprise in finding you so understanding. I expected a litany of mocking words — ones I understand I'd be fully deserving of. I suppose you helped me look at this... what did you call it? "Twilight"-issue from another viewpoint. Saying I couldn't see the value in that would be a flat-out lie. And thus, I also need to thank you.

Papillon: Well mocking would get us nowhere, especially if my whole point was to have you see better of yourself. I'm glad to give you a new perspective, after all, we Twilights have to help one another when we can. *walks over to him* Though you haven't answered my question, have you apologized to yourself? Have you forgiven yourself?

Alfons: *twitches and takes a small step backwards as Papillon approaches* I... I haven't gotten quite that far yet. I simply felt it appropriate to express how I felt about the situation to you directly, and then perhaps return to ponder on the issue by myself —  nothing more.

Papillon: *nods* I understand, its... *looks to side, recalling something* It's not a state of being that is easy to go through. But I'm sure you will come around to it, though know that if you require any assistance I’m only a few steps away. *smiles at him*

Alfons: I'm... glad to see you’re so understanding. It has not been an easy feat growing up in Nohr with mixed heritage pressing down on my back... eventually, the bitterness it brought with it dwelled up into what I am now. I was so self-focused I forgot I'm not the only one in my family who is affected by it, until... you reminded me. All this time I've been disrespecting the very thing that makes the family I love into what it is... I'm ashamed, truth be told. And a little envious.

Papillon: Envious? I don't understand... What do you mean?

Alfons: Ah, well... *looks a little embarrassed* Kah, I didn't intend to let that slip... What I mean is... *takes a deep breath* While I... don't exactly understand why, accepting this heritage seems to come easily for you. My sister, and brother as well... even my mother. None of you seem anxious or even bothered to have this 'mark' on yourselves... or at least, don't let it show. It seems like a happy way of seeing things, a happy way to live. Is it just pretend? Or are you truly so... alright with being what you are? I can't understand it...

Papillon: *shocked then chuckles* Well I can't speak for your family, but for me at least I've always accepted myself as I was. Birth by loving union, my parents treated me and my brother like treasures. No matter how they were treated themselves. As long as I had them, no one else mattered... Everyone else who called me a monster or trash was just wrong... Of course, it got harder to accept that alone, and I had to redefine myself, by myself. I had to go through a long journey, but in the end I came out with a simple answer. Hoshido and Nohr were simply kingdoms, both filled with amazing and disgusting people. Borders and leaders will change. Policies and views will change, but I will not. And I should be proud of it. I am a memory of a loving union. I am a memory of peace and war. I am just a woman by the name of Papillon. I am no more monster than any other human being, and so is everyone else. I have nothing to be ashamed of, but I have a lot to give.

Alfons: ...ah.

Papillon: *looks embarrassed for yammering on, coughs* W-Well I should go! Work and such!

Alfons: N-no, wait—! I... *looks embarrassed too, avoids Papillon's eyes and tries covering his blush with his hand* I'm... sorry. I didn't intend to seem rude. Your sincerity just... surprised me.

Papillon: *notices and chuckles* It surprised me too honestly, I've never really gotten to talk to anyone about this. *thinking* If you like, we could have more chats like this. Over tea~ *winks at him*

Alfons: Wh- *his blush deepens just a little, tries "covering it" with a cough* I... I suppose such activities wouldn't be... unpleasant. I'd like to try and understand your world-view a little better. Then, maybe I too... ah. Nevermind. Yes. I'd... enjoy it, Papillon.

Papillon: *lighten up and gives him a quick hug* Excellent! I'd like to get to know you as well Mr. Silverback! I hope we can have a nice chat again soon. Though for now I should really go, I have duties to attend to.

Alfons: Ah–! *jumps from the hug, but quickly gathers his cool* I-I see. Yes. That sounds good. You, uh, do your best at your duties.

[End of Support A]

 Papillon: Mr. Silverback, are you here by any chance? *goes into an office* Hmm… I guess not?

Alfons: ...looking for me?

Papillon: ! *jumps, but collects herself* Yes, I came to ask if you'd like to join me to the festival nearby.

Alfons: *holding a bunch of papers, standing directly behind Papillon* Festival? ...I'm afraid I'm busy with these reports at the moment. I'm sure you can find someone else to accompany you, though — you shouldn't let my refusal affect how you choose to spend your night. *an almost unnoticeable smile and nod* ...I hope you have an enjoyable evening.

Papillon: *looks at the papers, then up at him* What if I help you? If there's anything I'm best at, it's paperwork. After all, even us workaholics need some time to unwind. *obviously doesn't plan to take "no" for an answer, seems antsy*

Alfons: I— *seems like he wants to object, but chooses to spare himself from arguing* ...Very well. You have my thanks, Papillon. Though I am not sure these kinds of reports are your usual kind... I'd appreciate help organizing them, if nothing more.

Papillon: *frowns* That's hardly enough help to get it all done in time though! *takes some of the papers with a sigh* I guess I'll have to cancel it all...

Alfons: Hm? *peeks at Papillon from behind his papers, rising a brow curiously* Cancel what?

Papillon: The surprise date obviously! No point in it if the other person will be locked up all night. *playfully tears up* And I even reserved the best spot for fireworks too! And now it's all  a waste. Maybe I can pawn it off after...

Alfons: Surprise d— *blushes, then reconsiders, then considers again, then clearly flustered* A-ah. You're trying to mess with me, aren't you? Tempt me to ditch my duties with pretty promises—

Papillon: ! *looks up at him insulted slightly* I'd never lie about something this serious! I mean I know you don't catch on very well, but you must have noticed I grew fond of you right? I mean, I made you cakes and even tried to take you on a date before but you wouldn't listen. *looking upset*

Alfons: W-wha— what are you talking about?! *jumps up from his chair, his face looking like it was struggling to decide what to feel* Growing fond of me?! D-date?! I-I'm— *leans on his desk, pressing his other hand over his eyes* Is... is that what you've been— ...Gods.

Papillon: ... Did you really not notice this whole time??? *rubs her temples* What did you think I was doing? "Your lips look like they're missing something," and "your hand fits so well into mine~" are not "normal" things people say to each other!

Alfons: I- I thought you were patronizing me!! Treating me like a helpless child in need of constant doting... *slides hand from over his eyes to cover his mouth — he's blushing quite a bit* ...Mmh, I suppose looking back on it now, I should've realized... but I never believed you'd.....

Papillon: ... Now that's just mean, thinking I'd be so horrible as to patronize you. *playfully tears up* And here I was! Thinking how lucky I was to meet such a handsome young man! Who, despite being a real cold jerk, was a real softie inside. Especially when he gives something like a flower such a sweet and tender look. *takes his hands and makes him look at her, now more serious* I hope I wasn't wrong to want to be looked at like that flower...

Alfons: Gods... I... Papillon, I'm so sorry... I've treated your feelings terribly... I'm... *gathers himself back together, trying to calm down, but still flushed red and biting his lips together* I'm, such a fool, such a fool... for someone like me, you'd... no, I don't understand it.

Papillon: I don't understand what you don't understand. I mean, I've gotten to know you and I like what I've seen. or in some cases, what I haven't seen again. You give yourself too little credit Alfons.

Alfons: Are you sure you're not giving me too much credit? I'm... I'm a bitter and clumsy man, who can't even recognize affection that is basically being pushed into my face... is it not normal to wonder why someone like you would grow fond of... someone like me? After how I spoke of your— our heritage? How I showed you the cold shoulder for so long?

Papillon: There's no denying your bitterness, but it's not like I can blame you. After all, they are things our people are put through can really mess your sense of self. *leans into his shoulder* But you are already doing something amazing, just now even, you said "our". You're getting better and changing, and that's a lot more than other people can say.

Alfons: I... *his mouth goes dry, hides face in Papillon's hair before he can stop himself* I'm... thankful to hear that. I've been trying... focusing on doing my best to get better with... our heritage. I don't want to hate it, I— you changed my view. I want to... accept my heritage... my sister's... brother's... mother's... your... your heritage. *presses hand on the back of Papillon's head, quickly pulls it back and lays it on her shoulder instead* If something so good can come from this halved blood... I don't....

Papillon: *sneaks a kiss on him* There's a lot more wonderful things that will come to you, don’t worry, and I'll be right here with you.

Alfons: *shivers from the kiss, his grasp on Papillon's shoulder growing tighter for a passing moment* I... would you... truly...?

Papillon: *holds his hand gently, stroking it* Of course, as long as I can bring my mom along~ *chuckles* Alfons, I'd happily hold onto you until I'm old and wretched.

Alfons: I... I don't know what to say. I didn't think my feelings could be responded in kind like this... *lets out a long breath, relaxing his shoulders — he smiles into Papillon's hair, then pulling his face back* I've... also grown fond of you, Papillon. I'd happily see where the road takes us... and what else I could learn from you.

Papillon: I’m glad to hear that, it would be offly embarrassing if you didn't feel the same. And I’m sure I'll learn just as much from you as well~ *gets up and has him stand with her* Now, since we've made such passionate confessions. Think I can finally take you on that date? I was really hoping to steal another kiss under the fireworks~

Alfons: ...I'm sure Corrin won't mind if one bundle of papers is turned in late.

[End of Support S]

[papillonrecordhouse]

Papillon x Alfons: B-C Support

In collaboration with: @ronyavalentine

Papillon: *sneaks in nervously* *thinking: Oh gods, I can't believe this! A whole family of Twilights! Finally, people to truly bond with! Maybe they know Grandfather! eee!~* *gets too excited and runs up to Alfons* Mister Silverback!!! Hello!~

Alfons: Unh.... *staggers a few steps back, but soon regains his balance* What the— Oh. You're from the army, aren't you? Watch where you're headed.

Papillon: Oh, sorry! *chuckles and blushes* I got too excited there. hehe... *thinking: Gah! Really Papi, running right into him will "SURELY" give him the best impression.* I'm just so happy to finally have fellow Twilights in the army! We're a pretty rare thing in Hoshido.

Alfons: Hurk...?! Where did you hear—

Papillon: Oh, right! I work at records! I was reorganizing everything when I saw your family's files were in a small pile by themselves. Don't worry, I didn't peek into anything else. I was so happy that I just kinda ran over here when I found out.

Alfons: Tch.... What's there to be happy about? Are you here to mock me for my soiled blood? I'll have you know that no matter what dirt lies in my veins, I'm a Nohrian through and through.

Papillon: Soiled? *looks sad* Is that what they called you? Come now, surely your mother wouldn't want to hear you say something like that about yourself. There's nothing to be ashamed of. *trying to be understanding*

Alfons: Ashamed? I don't know how Hoshidans treated their Soiled Folk, but however they do must have put some ridiculous thoughts into your head, Girl. What is there not to be ashamed of in knowing you can never truly belong to the people you yearn to be part of? Tch. What weak-hearted nonsense have you been telling yourself to get over the shame...

Papillon: Tch! *irritated* Again with the Soiling! Look here SIR, but I think the only thing you should be ASHAMED of is your damned words! Also, do not think for a moment that just because Hoshido is more prosperous that it is more kind! Weak-hearted nonsense... Pfffh, the only weak-heart I see here is standing in front of me. I should have known though...Your eyes are wretched; I pity your poor family.

Alfons: Pardon? I'll have you mind your words, fellow dirt-blood. Just because I face the seriousness of the crime that is mix-nation relationships, forever staining a perfectly pure bloodline, instead of hushing myself with dilly-dally acceptance preaching, does not make me any more wretched than anyone else in this army. I'm merely being sincere with how I view things. You're clearly in denial.

Papillon: DO NOT CALL ME FELLOW DIRT-BLOOD! JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE THE SELF-ESTEEM OF A DAMNED RODENT DOES NOT MEAN I AM THE SAME AS YOU!!! Just because I found acceptance in myself, rather than mope for a lifetime over something that cannot be changed, does not mean I am some DILLY-DALLY DITZ! I don’t need neither Nohr or Hoshido to complete MYSELF! *looks up at him* BUT obviously basic words cannot go through your thick skull, so how about a duel! Since that is obviously the only thing YOU understand.

Alfons: *surprised, then slightly amused* A duel? With you? You don't know what you're up against. Losing to me will not make your words any heavier in my ears – I don't give around pity points of any kind.

Papillon: OH, I'm AWARE. People with eyes like yours simply LUST for power. But don't worry, I don't need your disgusting pity. I know how to work with people like you. *scoffs* Underestimate me as much as you like~ After all, those who underestimate my stamina tend to be the quickest to flop over~

Alfons: Tch. Mouthy little— Fine. I accept your challenge. Don't come crying to me if I hurt you by accident though.

Papillon: *smirks* The only tears that will be falling will be that of your mother's. Now before I waste anymore of my precious time on an antling like you, Au Revoir. *does a mock curtsy then leaves*

Alfons: ....tch. Cheeky little thing....

[End of C Support]

 Alfons: So… This is your last chance. I’m giving you one last chance to turn back from your silly duel challenge. If you don’t take it, I won’t hold back.

Papillon: Oh, is that so? *scoffs* Please, if you’re scared of a little scuffle you should just say so antling~ But here, to give you a fair shot against me I’ll use only my scrolls for the first few turns~ Surely you can at least get a scratch on me by then, right?~

Alfons: …Tch. As mouthy as always. Very well then. Don’t regret it if I slice up your precious scrolls by accident.

Papillon: *chuckles to herself* Is that really the best comeback you have? I hope your bite is better than your bark, or this will be absolutely boring. *fades out to duel*

Alfons: *fades back in* Hurk—! I’m… not… done… yet…!!

Papillon: You’re literally paralyzed and look ready for your death bed. *drags him off the field* Now let’s get you patched up you stubborn child.

Alfons: Khh…!! Don’t… Treat… Me… Like… A… Child…!! You…. Damned…. Bratty…. Insolent…. Dirt—

Papillon: *smacks his wounds with stinging healing ointment* What was that?

Alfons: Hurk—! *curses under his breath, but stops* Just… get it… over with…

Papillon: Gladly, unlike you I have friends to go to after this. *looks down at him* Though I will admit… I must apologize to you about one thing.

Alfons: *grunts* …What is that?

Papillon: I’m so sorry that you had to grow up to be so bitter about yourself. I can only hope that the hate inside you doesn’t turn you to some beast. I’d hate for your mother to see one of her children grow up to be like that. *bandages him up*

Alfons: …. *grunts* What sort of soft-hearted nonsense… *avoids Papillon’s eyes, grumbles to himself*

Papillon: Call me soft-hearted all you want Antling, but know a soft heart is better than a cold one. *finishes up* Well that should do you. The paralysis should pass in a few minutes. *smacks his cheek playfully* Honestly, it’s such a shame you have those eyes, it’s quite a waste of your mother’s looks.

Alfons: You—! You dare keep bringing my family into a matter that’s between you and me…!!

Papillon: Well last time I checked they share the same blood as you. Just as much as you have insulted your blood, you have insulted theirs. As I’m sure many Nohrians have. Do not think this issue of identity just revolves around you and me, it includes every Twilight that has and will exist.

Alfons: …! …hrkk… You… They don’t… ….

Papillon: They don’t what? *checks time* I don’t have time to witness an epiphany, or get into an argument so good day. *leaves*

Alfons: …ghh… *grits teeth, but looks to be in thought* …That damned…!

[End of B Support]