Disclaimer: I've almost assuredly butchered many aspects of Zero no Tsukaima including, but not limited to: characters, characterisation, plot progression, causality and related timey-wimey stuff, and monogamy. I'm not sorry. Though I will admit that this is gay. Very gay, even. Like, it's all coming up gay and I really, honestly didn't expect that to happen. But I'm not complaining, not really- after all, it can't be any worse than the canon relationships.

Prologue: Mornings

Another day, just like any other. It was morning, the sun just peeking through the gap in the curtains to disturb the slumber of a petite pink-haired girl: one Louise Françoise Le Blanc de La Vallière. Eventually giving in to the futility of continued attempts at sleep with the insistent warmth of the local star shining on her back, her eyes fluttered open to the sight of...

Cleavage. Cleavage as far as the eye could see at a distance of three inches; bountiful breasts barely contained by the racy, lacy red negligee of one Kirche Augusta Frederica von Anhalt-Zerbst, a shameless scoundrel of a woman as far as she was concerned.

Barely lucid enough to make sense of the situation, she noted with groggy embarrassment that, more than just close, they were twined together- arms loosely around one another and legs tangled. It's really quite warm, she decided, really takes the chill out of the morning air. But she was sure something felt off about the situation. With all the mental clarity of a sailor on leave, she muttered a not-quite-question:

"How did this happen."

Still trapped in Kirche's judo embrace, Louise felt rather than saw the third occupant of the bed roll over and attach to her back, unconsciously spooning into her like a large, blue-haired limpet. Oh, that's what was off. Clarity coming with wakefulness, the pieces reluctantly fell into an orderly line.

"Right, like I could forget." Sighing lightly, she surrendered the thought of leaving the three-girl pileup that was her bed and closed her eyes in reflection. "What was I even thinking, making Tabitha my familiar?"

The merry sun ignored this question and continued its daily ascent.

"...Hm, this is actually a bit too warm."