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[tinypaperstar]

#sugawaraweek2021 Day 4: Timeskip

You are on a trip in Miyagi when you run into a group of kids who got separated from their school class and help them return to their (very thankful) teacher. The kids won't let you go bc they are don't want Suga to yell at them for running off.

[pazumane]

Home for the Holidays

Pairing: Sugawara Koushi x CisFem!Reader

Summary: After a disastrous holiday gathering with your overbearing parents, Suga comforts you in the best way he knows how.

Genre/WC: Comfort, Smut, Established Relationship, 2.5k.

THIS WORK IS NSFW SO MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. Blog rules are clearly stated in my pinned post.

Warnings: Oral (f! receiving), dry humping, vanilla af, this is canon-compliant and takes place after the timeskip so TIMESKIP-SPOILERS.

Notes:

Written for Anilysium’s NSFW Winter Collab (Masterlist can be found here).

Do not mention me/my blog or repost my work on here or other platforms with lots of minors, such as TikTok or Wattpad.

Reblogs are very much appreciated! <3 Fic is under the cut. Hope you enjoy <3

The holiday season is hard. Holidays mean visiting your parents. Your overbearing, hypercritical parents. They’re not awful people by any stretch of the imagination, but their high expectations and passive-aggressive comments make you feel like you’re letting them down every time you come home. Every year, you try to tell yourself that that’s not true, but it’s hard not to feel that way, especially when you compare yourself with your sisters. They’re lovely people, but it’s next to impossible to compete with them in your mom and dad’s eyes.

Your older sister and her lawyer husband have three kids already and another on the way. Your younger sister managed to graduate college before you and is engaged to a doctor. And here you are, still doing entry-level work well into your twenties and never having dated anyone except your current boyfriend, Sugawara Koushi.

You haven’t been together for long, but Suga is everything you could possibly want in a partner – kind, sensitive, and patient, but never boring, always cracking jokes and making you laugh. The children he teaches love him, judging by the stacks of little handwritten notes and drawings he brings home every week, several of which are from students that have since aged out of his class. The moms love him too, as evidenced by the dirty looks some of them throw your way whenever you go to pick Suga up from work. You’re not quite sure how you landed someone as wonderful as him.

So by the time the holiday season rolls around and it’s time for your annual visit home, you’re confident that your parents will love him and optimistic that they’ll finally get off your back. Despite this, you make sure to give Suga a clear heads-up, and he readily accepts the challenge, assuring you of his excitement about meeting your family for the first time.

Things seemed to be going well at first. Your sisters loved his friendly disposition and his willingness to swap embarrassing stories about you. Your nieces and nephew gravitated towards him and listened in amazement as he regaled them with stories of his kouhai who had just played in the Olympics a few months prior.

But your parents… well, they’re another story.

As soon as dinner starts, the interrogation begins.

How long have the two of you really been together? What are your intentions with our daughter? She’s old enough that she should be settling down soon. Our eldest is married to a lawyer, but I suppose a school teacher is respectable enough. She should be with somebody who isn’t going to waste her time.

Suga handles their incessant questioning well, answering each of their questions thoughtfully and skillfully dodging their passive-aggressive barbs. However, you don’t handle it as well, and end up asking him to take you home before dessert is served, spending most of the ride back in tears.

*

When the two of you finally arrive back to your apartment, you flop down on your bed, feeling completely drained. Suga follows closely, laying down next to you and taking you into his arms. You weep quietly into his chest, tears soaking the fabric of his shirt. He holds you through it, rubbing your back and running his fingers through your hair until you start to settle down. Once your sobs finally begin to ease up, Suga coaxes you into a seated position and passes you the tissue box on your bedside table.

“I’m sorry,” you say, sniffling. “I don’t think I’ve ever cried in front of you like this before. It’s embarrassing.”

“It’s not embarrassing at all, sweetheart,” he says. “I know how stressed you were about this.”

“It’s not just that,” you groan. “It’s just… you’re the first boyfriend I’ve brought home and they spent the whole night talking down to you and treating you like dirt. It’s not okay.”

“Sweetheart…”

“It’s one thing when they treat me like that, but it’s another when they do it to you, too,” you say tearfully. “It’s not right. I’m just… I’m just really sorry.”

“Hey,” Suga says firmly, laying back on the bed and gesturing towards himself. “Come here.”

You lay back down next to him, burrowing into his chest. You force yourself to focus on the sound of his heart beating, and you feel yourself beginning to relax into his soothing touch.

“You don’t need to be sorry,” Suga whispers, gently combing his fingers through your hair and lightly scratching your scalp. “It’s not your fault.”

The two of you lay there in a peaceful silence, yet more words linger at the tip of your tongue. Suga seems to sense it too, because he guides your face up towards his and peppers it in light kisses.

“I feel like you’ve got more you want to say,” he says. “What’s on your mind?” “I just feel like I’m always disappointing them,” you admit quietly. “I just don’t want to disappoint you too.”

“You’ve never disappointed me, sweetheart,” he says.

“I know, I just… I really like you, Kou. I don’t want some stupid holiday gathering with my parents to be the thing that scares you off.”

“Hey,” he whispers, gently wiping your tear-stained cheeks with his thumb and softly pressing his lips to yours. “I know your parents can be difficult, but that won’t change anything for me. I’m with you for you, not for your parents. I’m really proud of you, and I’m proud of being with you. And sweetheart?

“Yeah?”

“I really like you too,” he murmurs, gently rolling you onto your back. Carefully climbing over you, Suga dips down and leaves a trail of wet kisses across the curve of your jaw until his lips just barely hover over your ear.

“Can I show you just how much I like you?” he asks.

You barely manage to give him a breathy yes before his lips are back on yours again. This kiss, while still soft, carries a greater intensity than the others he’s given you since you got back to your apartment. You gasp when he nibbles on your bottom lip, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. His lips and tongue are insistent against yours, demanding to be kissed back, and it lights a fire in your core that threatens to rage out of control.

Suga runs his hands down your sides and when he reaches your hips, he pushes them under your shirt. His hands are warm as he trails them up your bare skin, his touch leaves a trail of goosebumps in its wake. You mewl when his fingertips trace over the lace of your bra and you arch into him, desperate to feel more.

“Kou,” you whimper. “Please.”

“I know,” he says quietly, carefully pushing your shirt over your head and unclasping your bra. He discards your clothes to the side, baring your body to the chill of your bedroom. Suga sits back on his heels and drinks in your exposed form.

The way he looks at you, with so much pure adoration and reverence in his gaze… it’s almost like he’s seeing you for the first time again, and it sends a nervous heat through your body.

“You’re so gorgeous,” Suga whispers reassuringly, gently palming at your breasts. “Can’t believe you’re mine.”

He quickly unbuttons his shirt, tossing it to the side and moving back over you. He carefully sinks down over you, his weight slowly pressing into you. It’s comforting, feeling him on top of you, bare chest to bare chest. You could almost fall asleep like this, if it weren’t for the pair of lips gliding across your collarbone and down your chest. Suga suddenly latches his lips around your nipple, suckling gently on the sensitive flesh and pulling a quiet moan from your throat. Quiet little whimpers pass your lips as Suga laves his tongue around the stiffening peak, sucking harder as you mewl his name and palming your other breast.

“Does that feel good?” he asks, voice muffled from the way he’s buried between your tits.

“So good,” you murmur.

Suga pulls away, but not before sucking a mark in the valley of your breasts hard enough to leave a bruise that will almost certainly be there come morning-time. Moving his hands to your hips, he quickly unzips your jeans and tugs them down along with your damp panties. His hands are gentle and his touches are so light as he trails his hands down your body all the way down to your core. You keen when he ghosts the pad of his thumb on your clit, sending a pleasurable heat all the way through your body. He settles between your naked thighs, throwing them over his shoulders. His warm breath lightly fans over your wet cunt, making it pulse with needy anticipation.

“Don’t tease,” you say, your voice coming out as much breathier and more desperate than you would’ve liked.

“Can I eat you out?” Suga asks, nudging his nose on your clit and making you unconsciously push yourself even closer to his face.

“Please,” you plead, weaving your fingers into his silvery locks.

Suga chuckles, placing a light kiss on your thigh before descending on your warm, wet cunt. His mouth is careful and methodical as he laps away at your pussy. Long, languid strokes of his tongue send fire through your veins and slick down his chin.

You’re not sure which is flustering you more – the sounds of your boyfriend slurping away at your pussy, or the obscene sounds his forcing from you as he eats you out with unmatched intensity. You can’t help but whimper at the feeling of him practically devouring you, rolling your hips up to match his movements.

“Want you to come all over my tongue,” he groans as he flattens his tongue on your pussy, slowly running it up and down and sending a chill down your spine. “Wanna taste how good I make you feel.”

He looks up at you and swirls his tongue one, two, three times around your throbbing clit and making your pussy clench.

“Please,” you mewl, scrabbling for a pillow, the bedsheets, anything. Anything to ground yourself. “Fuck me with your tongue, please.”

“Anything for you, my sweetheart,” he says lowly, sucking your clit into his mouth one more time before dragging his tongue back down towards your weeping hole. Suga hums contentedly as he pushes it past your entrance, thrusting it in and out until your thighs are shaking around his head.

“Your fingers, Koushi, need your fingers now,” you moan, tightening your grip in his hair and grinding down on his face.

Suga eagerly obliges, moving his tongue up to your clit and quickly replacing it with one of his fingers. Your back arches almost painfully when he pumps it in and out of you, curling it over that spot inside of you that makes you scream his name every time.

“More, more, please, I need more,” you chant like a prayer.

Suga’s gaze is hazy with lust as it lands on you, but you can feel his gratified smirk as he slips a second finger inside of you, and then another. Part of you wants to cover your face in shame, but he’s clearly enjoying this just as much as you are, judging by the way he rolls his hips into the mattress, matching the pace with which his fingers thrust in and out of you.

You can feel yourself rapidly approaching your peak, waves of euphoria washing over your whole body as your boyfriend makes a complete mess of your pussy. When he closes his lips over your clit and sucks hard, the tight rope in your core holding you together snaps.

“Kou, I’m gonna… fuuuck…”

You cry out as your orgasm washes over you, sending surges of electric heat through your entire being. Your thighs quake around Suga’s head and a violent shudder runs through his whole body at the feeling. He groans loudly as you gush all over his face, lapping up your cum until you’re a quivering mess underneath his mouth.

“Koushi, ‘s too much,” you whimper, trying to wiggle away from him. “Can’t take anymore.”

Suga obliges, pulling away and laying several messy, open-mouthed kisses on the insides of your thighs before making his way back up to your mouth. You sigh as he kisses you and floods your mouth with the taste of your own arousal.

“Please, let me touch you,” you say breathlessly when he pulls away.

Suga simply shakes his head, instead leaning down and giving you another soft kiss.

“It’s okay,” he says. “I don’t need anything in return.”

Your eyes trail down his flushed body down to the telltale stain on the crotch of his jeans, and you find yourself blushing in spite of yourself. Suga maneuvers to your side, brushing your hair from your eyes and leaving a featherlight kiss on your forehead.

“I’ll be right back sweetheart,” he whispers.

Suga ducks into the bathroom and by the time you gather the energy to sit up, he’s already back with a glass of water and wearing his sleep clothes. You take the glass from him, downing the entire glass in a matter of seconds. Suga’s gaze on you is tender as you flop back boneless on the bed.

“Feel any better?” he asks.

“Uh huh,” you reply tiredly, burrowing into him as soon as he lays down next to you. Suga gathers you in his arms, holding you as close as he comfortably can and gently caressing your back.

“You’re so good to me,” you murmur, pressing a row of soft kisses along his neck.

“You deserve somebody who is good to you,” he replies as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “And if I’m ever giving you less than you deserve, please, please, be honest with me.”

“Kou…”

“I mean it,” he says insistently. “You are enough. I promise. It doesn’t matter what your parents say. I will keep saying it until you finally believe it yourself, and then I will say it even more.”

You can’t find it in yourself to respond, squeezing his hand instead and snuggling further into him. Tears prick at your eyes once more, threatening to spill over. Whatever you did to deserve a man so good and gentle is beyond you.

“Are you gonna be okay, sweetheart?” Suga asks, tenderly stroking your back.

“I think so,” you reply. “Sorry that I made us leave before dessert.”

“It’s okay, I still ate, didn’t I?” he says cheekily.

“Koushi!”

[sugako]

work stresses pt.2

pairing: timeskip!suga x reader

warnings: 18+ ONLY, nsfw, fluff, smut, established relationship, showering together (*not shower sex), oral (female receiving), slight praise kink, slow sex, aftercare, little itty bitty angst (discussing being stressed), soft suga snuggles

a/n: part 2/2 of soft suga helping out his partner who was stressed after a long work day

link to pt. 1

“I’m taking a shower now and then we can go to bed.” You said after a moment of silence. 

He put his hand around the small of your back, following you to the bathroom. 

“And you’re coming along?” You ask. 

“I don’t want you to be alone right now.”

“Kō, I’m okay, really--”

“And I just want to take a shower with you.” 

You grinned as he shut the door behind you. As he turned the water on you began stripping off the clothes you had just changed into. He turned back, unable to take his eyes off of you as you reached past him to check the temperature of the water. You caught him staring as he peeled away his own clothes. 

Before he could see how bright your cheeks were you stepped into the water. The heat felt nice against your tired muscles. Slowly, you relaxed and picked up the soap to begin washing off. 

“Let me.” Kōshi whispered into your ear. You jolted, not hearing him step in. Turning to face him, you pecked his cheek.

“You don’t--”

“I want to take care of you tonight, okay?” 

You melted under his deep stare, only nodding in response. He lathered up your washcloth and began working the soap into every corner of your body. Your muscles loosened with every spot he touched.

That is until he ungently tapped your ass when he brought the cloth between your thighs. 

“Hey!” You yelped. 

“Heh, my bad.” 

When he had finished, you stood under the stream of water, letting it all rinse off. You soaked your hair for him as he grabbed your shampoo, he rubbed it into your scalp. The feeling of his fingers against your head made you sleepy. Again, you rinsed, and he moved on with the conditioner. 

When you rinsed this time, you finally spoke up. 

“It’s not that I don’t trust you, but I don’t really feel like shaving tonight.” 

He nodded tightly. It was obvious that he was getting riled up with this, and if you were being honest, so were you. 

“Sounds good. I guess I should clean up now then too. Why don’t you go dry off and I’ll meet you back in bed.” 

“Thank you, Kōshi.” You took his face in your hands and gave him a long kiss, faces wet from the spray of water behind you. 

You stepped out, quickly grabbing your towel and drying off. 

“Oh, and y/n?” You could barely hear his soft tone over the running water. 

“Yeah?”

“Why don’t you wear that cute nightgown I got you?” 

You were glad he couldn’t see the bright red flush that filled your cheeks. Nightgown was a generous word for the short strappy satin dress. He had purchased it a few weeks ago, but you hadn’t worn it once, usually opting for oversized and stained clothes to sleep in. 

“Y-yeah, okay.” 

His honey sweet chuckle betrayed his obvious intentions. You wrapped the towel tightly around you, picked up your pajamas, and rushed out of the bathroom. Knowing the rest of his shower would be short, you stuffed the old nightclothes into your hamper, flung the towel off, and nervously slipped the dress over yourself. 

The baby blue material just barely hugged your curves, little lace details peeking out from the hems. For a moment, you stood awkwardly in front of the door unsure of what to do. Then you glanced down at the bed, so inviting and warm and quickly sunk into it. 

As soon as you drew the comforter over your legs, the water turned off. Listening closely, you heard him opening the door to walk down the short hallway to your room. He came in with only a towel hanging low on his hips and a tender stare. He shut the door behind him and quickly sauntered to the bed. 

Without a word, he straddled you and engulfed you in a loving kiss. Your hands came around the back of his damp neck, scrunching the hair at the base of his neck. He moaned into your mouth and quickly pulled away. The towel was hanging on by a thread, but you didn’t have time to admire him as he scooted down the bed and put his head between your thighs, pulling the blanket down with him. 

“Kō, what are you…?” You couldn’t finish your breathy question. 

“I said I’ll take care of you. And it seems like you could use this, if you want?” 

“I do.”

He began kissing and lapping up your thighs, pushing the fabric of the dress up until his hot breath reached your core. 

“This is a pretty color on you.” 

Before you could breathily say your thanks, his tongue was on you. His arms came under your thighs and wrapped around you so he could clasp his hands around the bottom of your stomach, holding your hips down. You twitched under him and kept your white knuckles wrapped in the soft sheets below you.

When he stopped his languid laps along your dripping folds and moved to lightly play with your clit you cried out. Your hands moved on their own to wrap around his atop your stomach. 

“Kōshi!” You gasped, squirming against his face. Your eyes were trained on the white ceiling until you felt him pull away. At once, you pulled your hands away from him and looked down. He was smiling tiredly, face glistening with your slick.

“I just wanted to see your pretty face. Good girl.”

Butterflies flew around the pit of your stomach with the pet name. Your thighs twitched and drew in closer. His mouth closed over your throbbing clit, but his eyes stayed on you. You didn’t move your eyes away from his this time. 

After a moment he took his hands away from your stomach. One came up to grab yours and the other traveled down. Swiping his middle and index finger up and down your folds, he prodded at your clenching hole slowly entering you. 

You let out a small gasp and gripped down hard on the hand he had laced with yours. The pleasure was overwhelming. You couldn’t control as you hips bucked gently against his face.

“I’m so close, Kōshi! Please, please… yes, you’re so good. K-Kōshi!” 

His deep moans vibrated you as he finally closed his eyes and you threw your head back. His fingers were pumping you hard and tickling against your soft spot. You couldn’t stop the lewn whines and moans that escaped your mouth as you began convulsing and twitching under him. He slowed his pace, drawing out your orgasm to a slow end before finally pulling away. 

“Thank you, Kōshi.” You thanked him breathlessly, chest still heaving. 

You leaned forward and took his face in your hands, guiding him up to your face. He hummed against your lips with his. The smell of his woody floral shampoo filled your senses as his wet, soft lips sloppily worked against yours. 

Before he could pull back, your hand wrapped around his stiff cock. His towel had fallen away some time ago, forgotten at the end of bed. 

He gasped and whined into your ear. 

“I’m supposed to take care of you, sweetheart.” He said shakily. 

“You still can, but you deserve care too. I want you inside of me.” 

His wide eyes relaxed as he leaned back to look at you. You pulled the nightgown, already half up your body, off the rest of the way. He rested his body against yours, letting his weeping cock brush up against your entrance. 

“Yeah?” He asked snakily, lightly kissing the shell of your ear. “What do you want me to do to you?” 

You shivered under his intense stare. 

“I… I want you to… want you to fuck me.” 

It sounded more like a question when it came out of your mouth. He smirked and rolled his hips against yours. 

“You’re so cute when you’re all flustered.” 

He pushed the tip of himself into you. 

“You wanna go slow tonight?” 

Holding you tightly, he eased himself between your quivering thighs. You shook your head rapidly, breathing deeply as you adjusted to him. Normally, you might want to be fucked hard, face down into the bed, but tonight you just wanted to be held and comforted. 

“Alright then.” He hotly breathed into your ear. You clenched around him at his words. Your arms wrapped around his back, lightly scratching at his soft skin. He shuddered into you as he finally began pumping in you. His movements were kind but firm. 

Against your own personal wishes, your hips lifted up to meet his thrusts. You wrapped your legs around his back so he could hit just a little deeper. 

“Please, you can go a little...ah, a little faster.” You begged. 

His pace was incredibly agonizing, but you were growing impatient.

“Yeah.” He said simply before moving to meet your needs. 

You cried out as he hit the deepest part of you. He cradled your head in one hand, bringing you in for a messy kiss. His other hand reached down to toy with your clit. You could tell he was close the way he began to stutter his thrusts. 

With a few gentle touches, you were already close again. Your back arched off the bed, seeking release as he drilled into you. 

“So… close.” You whined out. The pitch of your voice raising with each second that passed. 

“Me too,” he panted. “Want me to cum inside of you?”

“Uh-huh,” you cried with your nails firmly dug into his shoulders, “I-I’m cumming!” You cried as you shook. As you clenched around him, you could feel him pulsing within you. He gave two final thrusts just as you came down from your own high, limp now. His cock twitched and sputtered inside of you as he released himself. He let out a stammering sigh as he came within you. 

He collapsed onto you, panting into your ear. Even if his full weight wasn’t pressing you into the soft mattress you weren’t sure you could move now if you tried. You tried to concentrate on catching your breath, but it was difficult with his cock still inside of you, slowly softening. 

“Feeling…” he sighed, “...feeling better, love?” You whined as he shifted to pull out. “Thanks for talking about how you’re feeling. I know it’s tough, but it’ll make you feel better. Even though it’s important to feel negative emotions sometimes, it certainly feels nicer when we don’t.” She cringed a little as his teacher’s voice wormed its way into his words, but she knew he was right. 

“Thank you, Kōshi, I know.” 

He placed a soft kiss on her cheek and sat up. “Let’s get you cleaned up or… we could take a bath?” He raised a suggestive eyebrow and you rolled your eyes. 

“Let’s take a bath tomorrow,” you compromised, yawning.

“Yeah, you’ve had a long day, huh.” He trudged out of the room to the bathroom. 

Moments later he had returned, changed into clean sweatpants, with a warm cloth. He wiped you down, placing loving pecks along your body as he went. Your mind was hazy with sleep and exhaustion, barely able to register the sweet murmurs and praises he whispered. He helped you back into the blue nightgown. 

After turning out the light he eased into bed beside you, pulling you close. Within moments, your eyes were fluttering shut as the soft beating of Kōshi’s heart lulled you to sleep.

[moved-builtintripping]

Setleth AU: Weathering With You

CONTAINS SPOILERS, MENTIONED MATURE THEMES, AND A LONG READ!!

(While I’ll be assigning both Byleths in my preferred roles for them here, feel free to switch Beleth and Beles if it’s your cup of tea!!)

F!Byleth as Hodaka. 15 yrs. A highschool runaway from a rain-kissed island town who desperately seeks the shy sunlight in the city. Her life will forever change when she realizes that somebody dear to her is worth so much more than the hiding blue sky.

Seteth as Hina. ‘19’/16 yrs. His strict expression doesn’t best describe his identity as a sunshine boy. Values Flayn above all else until a certain somebody enters into (and saves) his life. Used to only clear the sky whenever his little sister excitedly asks for it.

Flayn as Nagi. 10 yrs. Lives alone with only her big brother. She seems to gain a sort of situation where most boys in her school would swoon over her charm, which she is unaware of (yet Seteth knows nothing about this). Becomes instant best friends with Byleth.

Jeralt as Suga-san/Keisuke. ?? yrs. Head of the J&A ‘news’ site (that will eventually grow into its own company). Compares Byleth (whom he hired) to his own child, who’s taken away from him by his mother-in-law. Still loves his dead wife dearly.

Leonie as Natsumi. 25 yrs. (post-timeskip design) Jeralt’s trusted and loyal apprentice and (surprisingly) niece. She’s currently job hunting, but her impatience is one factor why luck hadn’t been so kind to her. Would probably make an excellent speed cop.

M!Byleth as Moka. Jeralt’s son, who shares the same name and almost the exact same look as the girl his father hired. Despite the many phone calls they’ve shared, he still misses his father very much and wishes to see him everyday.

Cyril as Ame/Rain. A stray brown kitten who stares with his red eyes and bears a scar by the left side of his forehead. Adopted and cared by Byleth and eventually spoiled rotten by Jeralt.

Solon as Yasui. (Tomas looks) An aged and experienced police officer, who’s tasked to look for the missing highschooler and wielder of a lost gun around the flooding Tokyo.

Thales as Takai. A younger police officer who’s assigned to assist Yasui on their shared mission. Manages to get ahold of Byleth, but his grip on her had slipped more times than he hoped.

Kronya as the Dude who’s offering Hina the strip club job. (idk his name, rip) Harasses Seteth into offering him a job, a naughty one. Is stopped by Byleth and the warning shot she was threatened by her face.

Detail Changes!!

Not everything in the movie will be covered as I haven’t thought up some changes yet, especially the part when Keisuke’s child, Moka, was shown the first time and they all were just bonding. This should still be a lot already! Hopefully I can add some more and fix this eventually~

Byleth’s Yahoo!Answer username was ‘TheAshenDemon’

During her first days in Tokyo, she was silent the whole time, not even uttering a single word since she could just nod, shake her head, and bow, not even when Jeralt saved her from the crashing rainfall nearly slipping her away from the boat.

Jeralt thought he saw his own son in grave danger, so he jumped to action. He didn’t realized how panicked he must have looked until a blue-haired quiet girl (almost) blankly stared up at him. He tried to brush it off with a shrug, but he swore his heart was beating fast.

She pointed to Jeralt the beer vending machine, which she plans to give him one as an exchange for sparing her from death. Jeralt politely declines, yet she insists only to realize the price to be much higher than her budget. She bought one anyway. “I told you you didn’t have to, kid...” “*bows and sweat drops*”

During her stay around the city, Byleth had been hearing news about a killer who leaves their bloodied victims lying in alleyways, always sprouting knife wounds around different part of their body, plus they’re dismembered. Byleth didn’t know she would eventually encounter the said-killer herself.

The lost kitten Byleth found by the alleyway stared up at her, but not meowing. He hissed when she offered him some candies, but eventually he ate it gratefully. This was the first time a smile bloomed on Byleth’s face since arriving.

When she woke up from her unintentional slumber, Kronya (plus two more grinning men lingering by her side) were staring down at her. “What’re ya doing here, girlie? This is no place for a street rat like you, so I suggest ya scram… Unless you want to join the fun with me and the boys. *winks and licks lips*” “*fuCKIN SCRAMBLES UP AND RUN*”

When Seteth laid down the burger, Byleth was so shocked she stared with large eyes up at the strange kind worker above her for a long time. “… Stop staring at me. It’s going to get cold if you don’t eat that soon, and my money would go to waste.” “… *blinks*” “… Just… Eat it.*walks out*”

Byleth still hadn’t said anything, but she cried for the first time for not only satisfying her empty tummy after so long, but for also kindness to miraculously come her way in this cruel city.

During the bus ride to Jeralt’s place, she silently pitied Flayn several seats behind who’s obviously oblivious from the two young boys’ mission to capture her heart.

The moment Leonie wakes up, she thought Byleth to be a theif. As she shouted threats at the intruder (and shrieked at her for staring at her chest), Byleth nervously held up the business card Jeralt gave her.

When Leonie confirmed that Jeralt indeed invited the kid over, she quickly welcomed her with open arms as if she never shouted exactly a moment before. She introduced their home as the ‘holy sanctuary of the proud journalists’.

Leonie was clearly passionate as a J&A journalist, possibly much more than the head himself, to the point that she would insist on Byleth to read every single article they had ever written. “Alright, kiddo! What article was written on June 15, 2021??” “*shakes head in resignation with a tired look*” “SILLLY! It’s the first one you helped me out with!! The title is ‘The Magical Wonder of a Sunshine Girl’, which discusses about the blablabla--” “*cries inwardly*”

The second time Byleth sees Seteth, he was gripping his umbrella hard as he tried to quickly walk away from Kronya, who was following, cat-calling, and basically harassing him. Eventually she slyly offers him to ‘work’ with her with a promised high pay, which made Seteth abruptly halt on his tracks.

Byleth rescues Seteth from Kronya by pretending to be his girlfriend (Funnily enough, “HONEY~!” was her first ever word on Tokyo and also a foreshadowing of their future relationship). She then attempted to drag a spluttering Seteth away as she cooed, “Come on, sweetie~ We can’t miss the big day!” “B-b-b-but- I thought you’re mute-” “I said *grips Seteth’s arm too tight* Come. On.”

Infuriated for taking away her potential partner, Kronya whipped out a knife and charged at the two. Seteth instinctively grabbed Byleth’s hand and together, they ran.

They eventually reach a dead end, which Kronya took advantage of by literally jumping over the two, then pinning Byleth down. “Move a muscle and I’m going to cut your girlfriends’ throat.” “SH-SHE’S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND! AND LET GO OF HER!”

Byleth struggled to reverse their position and had been successful. She pointed the gun on Kronya and, as the rain poured, blasted a warning shot by her left ear.

When Seteth snapped out of reality, he grabbed Byleth up who was about to shoot Kronya’s forehead (whose left ear was slowly bleeding). “GET UP! GET UP! LET’S GET OUT OF HERE! WE HAVE A DATE, REMEMBER!?”

Once they retreated to the abandoned building, they argued. “Did you really think you should just- just interfere just like that!? You have a gun, for god’s sake! We’ll get in serious trouble for that, or worse go to jail!” “You ungrateful- I just saved your damn life like you saved mine-” “Plus sh-she’s a woman! We shouldn’t have been too harsh with her-”“Look, you can be a prostitute for all I care, but that woman was harassing you and that’s just wrong!” “You listen here very well: I am a grown man, and I make my own decisions!” “Yeah!? Decisions to get yourself killed by that murderer! Can’t you see she’s the recently wanted person who had been killing off men in the alleyways!?” “I…! You…! *growls and shoves towel at Byleth* *stomps away*”

Believing it to be useful, Byleth was about to pick up the gun she previously threw out of frustration, but Seteth’s voice interrupted her. “I thought about what you said, and you’re right. I’m sorry. What can I give you in return?” “Er… Your… Apology, I guess?” “That’s already given! I meant something else, more than that!” “... Hmm…”

Byleth spaced out. She couldn’t really think of anything she wanted other than... “I’d like for the sun to stick around, but *chuckles dryly* I know you can’t just magically clear the sky…” “… Actually…”

Byleth silently (and comically) screamed when Seteth prayed to draw the curtains of the clouds and make way for the blue sky and the sun to smile down on them.

This is the first time Seteth clears the sky for somebody else other than for his little sister, so he smiled. There, they shared each other’s names and age.

While trying to appear mature, Seteth awkwardly rambles about how he was old enough to make his own decisions and do adult things, basically justifying his consideration on Kronya’s offer.

“Seteth, that’s... That’s nothing to be ashamed of. There must somebody you want to protect. That’s why you’d go to lengths to commit acts like that.” “… How did you know??” “*shrugs*”

Ever since meeting Seteth, Byleth began to speak much more frequently than before, but was still overall silent. She only says more whenever she’s around her new friend.

Seteth cooked a seafood dish for his guest when Byleth visited to discuss about their new business. As Byleth observed around the house, she saw lots of cute objects such as the colored fish-shaped glass curtain. She assumed Seteth’s little sister had wanted it.

When Flayn arrived home, she beamed that finally, her big brother had made a friend! Meanwhile Byleth recognized her as the oblivious girl who had a lot of boys to answer to, so she awkwardly greeted Flayn back, who was shaking her hand too rapidly.

Flayn had been more than willing to wear the teru teru bozu mascot. Although Seteth secretly thought it looked adorable, he simply didn’t approve of it.

After their first successful job, Flayn in her mascot told Seteth, “Onii-sama, won’t you lighten up?? You’ve finally cleared the sky for all the people! Isn’t that amazing???” “F-Finally? Flayn, how could you just forget the joy of just the two of us sharing our secret…” “Stupid brother! You’re the sunshine boy here, and sunshine boys should smile just like the sun! Look at Byleth-nee! She would make the perfect sunshine girl had she got your magic instead!!”

“Byleth?” Seteth wondered out loud and looked at the said-girl a few strides ahead of them, who was grinning ear-to-ear as she admired the sun. He tried to observe her enthusiasm like Flayn suggested. He ended up mindlessly gazing at the girl even when Flayn was already demanding for his attention.

When Byleth found out that Seteth enjoys writing, she suggested him to try working for J&A to earn extra cash. “Hm… I suppose I can give it a chance... Yes, this will make a great opportunity indeed.”

When Seteth visited Byleth’s place and found out that their intention and business were all a fraud, he backed out. “This is scam! I cannot feature my literary works in a shady manner such as this!” “WHAT THE FUCK!? YOU’LL CONSIDER PROSTITUTION, BUT YOU WON’T DO THIS!?!?!?” “…Uh. Language...”

During the firework festival, while Byleth hadn’t bother to fix her hair, Seteth smoothed his as well as tied a tiny pony. He almost frowned at her messy hair the first time he saw her, but held back when he saw the businessman standing beside her (i mean can u just imagine the beauty of him wearing a kimono while byleth in a formal suit omg im crying kjasdhjkhas--)

“Mr. Jeralt.” “Yeah, kid?” “If I am to give you a present, what will you ask for?” “Hmm.... Let’s be perfectly honestly: a good ‘ol beer is all I needed to remedy my past sins... Unless you can bring my wife from the dead, then *smiles sadly* I’d appreciate that.”

When someone on Yahoo!Answer suggested (jokingly) to gift Seteth a ring for his birthday, Byleth turned to Flayn for advice instead as they began walking home together while the love-strucked boys waved her good-bye. “Well, Mother told me that you shouldn’t limit your choices of gift just because your friend was born with the body they have. For example, even when society isn’t entirely ready to accept it, there are men who enjoy wearing dresses!” “.... OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH, SENPAIIIIII”

The next day, Byleth spent the entire day checking on every corner of the nearest mall to find the perfect ring, only to return empty-handed, exhausted, and bummed out. When an oblivious and excited Leonie shoved one of their old magazine copies (back when they could still afford printing their issues) on Byleth, she retreated to her room for the older girl to leave her alone.

Still tired, she flipped one of the pages and saw an article about a ring that can boost the wearer’s creativity and motivation to write many promising stories with the help of jewel’s powers. (aka, the ring in canon) Amused but resigned, Byleth shrugged and decided.

Byleth spent a much longer time looking for the tiny shop, which only had one branch, than looking for ring in the said-shop itself.

Meanwhile, police officers Solon and Thales had captured Kronya. Both are interrogating the criminal for what exactly happened when the missing girl, the one both officials were looking for, threatened to shoot Kronya.

Leonie nearly punched Byleth for accidentally staring at her chest again as the she struggled to sink in the information that Jeralt and Leonie are related and absolutely not 'lovers’.

Byleth lend her jacket (aka, her cloak in canon) to Seteth when he was nearly whisked away by the wind.

When the police were questioning the runaway kids, Seteth tried to ward them off with a slight glare all the while remaining polite. “Our family will continue to worry if we remain longer in the rain, so if you will please let us carry on...”

“Happy Birthday, Seteth!” “*inwardly: OH MY GOD IT’S A RING IT’S A RING HOLY SHIT DOES SHE ACTUALLY WANNA-- NO NON ON  THAT CANNOT BE IT, THIS IS TOO SOON-*” “This ring is supposed to help you write good, boosts your creativity and all. Not that I believe it, nor care, but I hope you like it~” “.........................................................Oh.”

“I... *clears throat* Th-thank you. I-I appreciate it.” “What’s with that stupid look though? Did you really think it was a proposal? Seriously, no way. I doubt it... *lies down, stares at ceiling, blushes* Unless you wanna...” “W-W-WHAT!? NONSENSE!! AND EVEN IF IT IS, YOU AND I BOTH KNOW VERY WELL THAT WE ARE TOO YOUNG FOR- FOR THAT!!” “You don’t say, you old geezer ;)”

“But Byleth... What are you doing? Oh no. No, this cannot be. I was even fully prepared... But if you were to part me with a gift, I’m going to leave with regrets...” “Regrets? Leave? What’re you talking about?” “Don’t you understand!? Back when we were walking our way home and you saw my skin? Don’t you see- *shuffles for robe*” “OH MY GOD, WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU PERVERT!?” “*reveals chest, skin magically distorted* I’M DYING!” “...Huh?”

Like her first days in Tokyo, Byleth didn’t speak the entire time when she and Flayn were caught and escorted to the police car. When Thales mentioned Seteth’s real age to Byleth (16), Byleth shouted, “SIXTEEN!?” much to the police’s shock since they thought the girl was mute or refused to ever speak.

“*inwardly: ... Seteth, you damn liar.*”

Flayn’s borrowed disguise from her male friends was a cap, hoodie and baggy pants. “Flayn, I thought he was your ex! What’s he doing here stealing you away from me?” “Ex? Stealing? Whatever do you mean; I thought you two are wonderful friends! And please hurry up!”

“I’D MAKE AN EXCELLENT SPEED COP!!” “... No, you won’t.” “I HEARD THAT!!”

Jeralt always compared Byleth to his own son due to how dangerously similar they looked and acted. He tried not to see her as a sort of child to him since the girl was not his son at all. However, Jeralt does end up acting like a father-figure to her, especially when he saw Thales pin her down as she repeatedly and desperately shouted her loved one’s name. Who knew that quiet kid had it in her to fall in love, just like Jeralt himself?

As Flayn ran towards Solon to pin him down, her cap flew away and her hood fell to reveal her long green hair. “It’s not your fault, Byleth-nee... Neither of us has foreseen this... But I will always trust you no matter what... SO PLEASE! BRING MY DEAR BROTHER BACK!!”

While Seteth did jump to reach for Byleth out of instinct (and love, coughcough), he tried to pry away from her as they fell no matter how much she desperately confesses her love for him. “The people would no longer have sunshine! Isn’t that what everybody wants, you included!? It’s why we even made that business! It’s best I leave this world for all of your sake!!”

In her fury, Byleth reached out to Seteth with more effort than ever all the while muttering, “Come here- Come here you stupid old geezer--” When they finally held hands, she slapped him hard.

“DON’T YOU GET IT, YOU DUMB IDIOT!? FLAYN AND I DID NOT GOT ARRESTED, NARROWLY ESCAPED, HAD TO BE RESCUED BY LEONIE, RAN ALL THE WAY TO THAT BLASTED BUILDING, ALMOST STOPPED BY JERALT, AND NEARLY GOT SHOT BY FOUR DAMN PEOPLE TO RESCUE YOU FOR NOTHING! SETETH, I LOVE YOU!”

“*giggles* You look gross when you cry.” “Shut it, Byleth. Seriously, at a time like this... Let’s... Let’s just go home.” “Yeah...”

When Byleth returned to Tokyo, she had her hair dyed into light green since she felt like it (and reminded her of someone dear to her).

Jeralt happily showed Byleth the photo of Flayn (who barely grew an inch), his son Byleth (who’s almost reaching Flayn’s height), and Leonie, (wearing a cop’s uniform imean they should have seriously made natsumi a speed cop too, jeezus).

When she and Seteth reunited, his first words to her (other than, “Byleth!”) were, “Your hair...” “*grins* I know what you’re thinking, it doesn’t suit me.” “No, not at all. *touches Byleth’s hair with the hand wearing the ring* You look beautiful.” “*tries to pout, but melts into a winder grin* Not before?” “You always have been.”

Yay, it’s done!! I’ve had this AU for a long time now actually, but only got to post it now that the movie’s out on the west!! Now watch me ignore this shit for the next years, rip

Again, every detail in the movie isn’t covered here since I haven’t seen their potential setleth au differences yet, but the overall plot remains the same! Note that I haven’t actually finished the other routes yet other than the beagle one, so there might be a lotta ooc stuff here. Maybe when I’m done with them all, ima get back to this and fix it and add some more.

As you can see, I made their dynamic more on the teasing side unlike hodaka&hina’s, mainly because i interpret byleth to be playfully sly and ofc seteth’s distrust on her on the start of the game. I personally enjoyed them to be a bickering old couple, so they’re like that xD

Honestly, i’m torn in between assigning rhea as either the two green peas’ mother or jeralt’s mother-in-law. the former for obvious reasons, the latter since rhea sorts of ‘hides’ away the little kid from jeralt like in canon, but for another reason.

As for the taki and mitsuha cameo, I feel like that would be a completely different thing, so I didn’t include them here. But for sometime now, I’ve been imagining them as ferdinand & dorothea, manuela being their okudera. but this au isn’t house biased (leonie’s there cause of jeralt), so i didn’t include them.

Huge thanks to my sister for helping me shape this au!! Actually half of these ideas belongs to her, even more perhaps. Hope I can link ya’ll to her accounts once she’s done fixing ‘em so ya’ll get see how much of a genius she is!! <3

I wanna make a manga/fanfic outta this one day, but for now, here’s the idea compilation of my setleth au nobody asked for!! Thank you for reading!! :D