#starkfern

[adooble]

puppy

[ra1nrei]

"just start dating already." aaand it was at that moment you could hear over a thousand different voices over the internet go:

YES YES YES YES YES YES YES 😭

[tinypaperstar]

Started Sousou no Frieren and I love these two so much

[kaoruko-han]

My children

[nyu-hima]

✨✨✨ Chibi Chibi Chibi ✨✨✨

[everydayfrimmel]

August 16, 2024

Taking an unannounced one-day break from Daily Frimmel to bring you. One-Time Starkfern? "Missing Person" 300 words, Stark/Fern, established relationship, fluff, a tiny pinch of spicy spice

Stark has hardly slipped off his jacket and thrown it over the back of a chair when something takes its place.

Fern can't cover as much as the jacket does, but she drapes herself over him like its replacement, and he can feel her warm breath against the back of his neck and smiles.

"Hi, Fern."

Her slender arms wrap themselves like rope around his waist, and she tells him, "I'm looking for my husband."

She doesn't talk this way often, low and teasing. Goosebumps break out over his arms where they're not covered by his wraps; he likes this enough to play along. "Are you?"

"Mm." She lets go of his waist to press her palms to his shoulderblades, and her fingers dig in a little as they inch their way up from there. "He's…tall, handsome." She reaches the top and folds her fingers over the top of his shoulders and squeezes. "Broad shoulders."

Keep going, he would very much like to say, but if he does she'll realize that she would normally be embarrassed by a display like this and do the opposite. And she can't make him feel like he's going to catch fire and then douse him with the ice-cold water of her usual shyness, so he simply says, "oh?"

This was the correct choice.

"Strong arms," she goes on, running her flat palms along his biceps. There is a sly smile in her voice and mischief in her hands, and both of those things are not like Fern at all. "You seen anybody like that around?"

He turns, exposes himself for the stupid ear-to-ear smile on his face, puts his hands on (around) Fern's slender waist and squeezes.

"I dunno," he replies. "Have I?"

She giggles, mischief successful, and pulls him down to kiss her.

[nanodayum]

[basedlida]

starkfern training arc

frieren ep #15

[silly-cherries]

What's fern and Stark's ship name? Fark? Stern? Fernstark? Starkfern? The first two arent even good

[writeronartblock]

Aaahhhh, I forgot that the StarkFern dancing scene was next after ep 14!!

I just watched it, it's so pretty :)

[ra1nrei]

oml stark and fern are soooo 🥺💕

[tinypaperstar]

it happened. the starkfern brainworms took over.

[kaoruko-han]

I love how childish Stark and Fern can be. They're adorable. They're killing me with their cuteness.

[everydayfrimmel]

August 14, 2024

"Guests"

1100 words, the same roommate AU from "The L Word" but like. Later

All Frieren ever told Himmel is that she was training a new girl at work. She mentioned that the girl was just out of college and, per the ring on her finger, probably married. That was all.

Because Frieren is and ever will be a useless narrator of the events of her own life, Himmel heard no description whatsoever of this girl, her job, or the nature of his wife's relationship to her until she asked out of the blue if she and her husband (so she does have one, then) could come over for dinner, and Himmel was so happy he nearly jumped out of his chair.

From this exceedingly out-of-character desire to socialize, Himmel surmised a closer relationship than he'd been expecting to hear about. But he was not in the slightest expecting this.

The girl - woman, it feels strange to look a grown woman in the face and call her a girl - is taller than Frieren by a good head and a half. She and her husband, who looks like he runs marathons in his spare time, have matching sets of exceedingly squishy cheeks, and the effect of their respective babyface is amplified when they are taken in together. She's holding a still-casserole dish covered in foil with oven mitts, and everything about her looks soft. And when she's put the casserole down, she pulls Frieren into her arms and veritably enfolds her.

Frieren's colleague is rather slender, but, given her birdlike stature, the picture still gives an impression much like that of somebody sinking into marshmallow fluff.

"I can't believe you finally invited me over," she says, still squishing Frieren - who is face-level with her chest, and probably not breathing well - in her embrace. "I thought you never would."

"Mmph."

This is about as much as Frieren can say with her face so obstructed. That said, her colleague is clearly not asking for a reply, so it doesn't seem to matter very much.

The colleague soon introduces herself as Fern, and the dish in her casserole container as cinnamon rolls for their breakfast tomorrow, because "Frieren told me she likes sweets." At this, Himmel has to resist the urge to let out an undignified whoop of joy, and restricts himself to a much more sedate "that was sweet of you," followed shortly by "you shouldn't have."

And then the chicken wings are late.

Himmel was in charge of ordering the chicken wings, even though these are Frieren's friends, because she would forget to. Actually, she'd told him to order whatever he wanted. And chicken wings sounded like a plan at the time, but now they're delayed, and as such, he tries to make conversation with Fern's husband, who is as sociable as Himmel and should be impossibly easy to talk to, while casting nervous glances every few seconds over at Frieren and Fern, who are, well.

Entangled would be a way to put it.

Fern appears to enjoy playing the mother, and Frieren is not very discriminating in her choices of humans to use as pillows, much to Himmel's chagrin. He had not known to expect that his wife would enjoy snuggling up to her colleague so much when all he had to go by was her vague description of Fern as "a coworker."

It doesn't worry him. He's not jealous. He's not, really. Everything is-

"It takes getting used to," Stark whispers.

"Do you?" Himmel asks faintly. "Get used to it?"

"Fern has pent-up maternal instinct."

Clearly.

It's still just a little bit strange.

This, however, opens the door to easier conversation with Stark, who's more than happy to share how he met his wife, how long it took him to pick up on her hints, and how often she brings that up when she wants to beat him in an argument. Stark's friendly as it is, but he lights up when he's describing Fern, and for that alone, Himmel likes him immensely. He barely feels like he knows a thing about Stark that isn't also about his wife, but he suspects he's probably no better when meeting new acquaintances, so he forgives him this oversight.

He's just getting to the part where he realized that Fern likes to cuddle with her coworkers when they're off the clock (apparently she'd been to their house once, without bothering to mention that she had) when the man delivering the chicken wings arrives and is heartily tipped only because Himmel is starving enough to make him look like an angel come to earth just to drop off his wings.

Then, Frieren detaches herself from Fern, both women eye the containers of chicken and dipping sauce spread across the coffee table like rabid wolves, and within no more than ten minutes, only three measly wings and all of the celery sticks remain.

Himmel knows, of course, how much Frieren will eat if given the chance, and his own appetite is ever-increased by his long runs. Stark spends most of his free hours in the gym, apparently, so this makes sense, too, but Fern…

"Blame the baby," she says when she notices Himmel watching her, and takes the second-to-last wing without breaking eye contact for an instant.

"There's a baby…?"

Since when is there a baby? Stark hadn't mentioned-

Well. He did make that comment about maternal instinct.

And it would explain the clinging.

"Congrats," he says, then takes the last wing.

She can't be more than twenty-five. He spares a glance at Frieren and wonders if she will pick up on his telepathic signal and divine the message that we're even older, but has no particular optimism that she will.

"Oh, did I forget to tell you that?" Stark asks sheepishly. "Sorry."

"It's, uh, don't worry about it."

Another thing Frieren hadn't told him, but then, Frieren relates only those details which she finds important, and that doesn't always line up with, well, what actually is. It may be best to move on.

"So, uh, what's Frieren like at work?" he asks.

She reddens, and he laughs. How he loves knowing that he has that effect on a woman who so rarely shows any emotion at all.

"Boring," Fern says.

Frieren glowers at her. "I'm there to do my job, Fern."

Fern pouts. "Even in the break room, you just sit next to me and don't talk."

"I'm resting my brain."

"You're being rude!"

Maybe, he thinks, less mother and daughter than sisters. He hadn't expected she would've become so close to somebody at her office, but she really should have someone besides him.

He's glad to find she does.

[ra1nrei]

even when they quarrel they are still so cute 💖