#Snowbell Tree

[faguscarolinensis]

Halesia carolina / Carolina Silverbell at the Sarah P. Duke Gardens at Duke University in Durham, NC

[fannyandtreewillfuckintpot19]

opposite sides of the spectrum

[booksmoviesanimalss]

[cosmosarcana]

June 4th, 2025 (6:02 p.m.)

[tasty-ribz]

Bunny daddy Secondo and Snowbell lives rent tree in my head

and ill doodle them forever

[writingjourney]

Of Lemon Tarts and Tiny White Rabbits

Secondo, Earl of Griftwood, cannot believe his eyes when a tiny white rabbit scampers into his study. He is stunned even more when he meets the lovely owner of the pet – and promptly falls in love.

pairing: secondo x female!reader

content: 4.6k words, regency AU (not 100% historically accurate but I tried), pov third person, forbidden romance, age gap, first kisses, social hierarchies, mildly suggestive at times, soft!secondo, pining and yearning etc., wingman terzo

This is a birthday present for the lovely @tasty-ribz , also special thanks to @angellayercake for encouraging me to bring Snowbell into this story ✨🐰

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The curtains sway gently in the soft breeze that carries a fragrant spring air into his study. Secondo lifts his gaze to take in the lovely view through the open double doors which lead to a balcony and the well-kept gardens of Emeritus Manor. Lush rose bushes climb up the stone walls and wrap around the railings, dark green speckled with the pink of countless flowers. Somewhere in the trees the birds break out in song, their melodic chirping a pleasant background noise that accompanies him as he maintains his correspondence.

After this short reprieve for his eyes, he dips the quill back into the black pot of ink on his bureau. A few more letters and he can settle outside in the shade for his afternoon tea, perhaps even indulge and allow himself a lemon tart to go with it. He can’t remember hiring a new cook and yet he swears the smell of freshly baked pastries has filled the halls of the estate more frequently as of late, their taste tempting even him who is usually not one for desserts.

A movement in his peripheral vision distracts him momentarily but when he looks up there is nothing unusual to be seen. Secondo watches the curtains, assuring himself that it must have been the wind playing tricks on him. With a frown on his face, he focuses back on his letters. After a moment, however, he glances back up, suddenly sensing a presence in the room. When he still cannot detect anything out of the ordinary, he assumes that it must have been a ghost wandering the old halls of the manor – it would not be the first time.

Over the scratching sounds of his quill he almost misses the tiny squeak that passes his ears only a moment later. A mouse? No ghosts that haunt him after all. He lets his eyes roam the walls that are lined with bookshelves, trying to spot any scurrying movements on the elaborately patterned rug that muffles the sound. At last, he glances down to his feet and surprise takes over his stern features.

A white baby rabbit sits next to his shoe, its tiny pink nostrils moving rapidly as it sniffs the leather with utmost interest. The creature cannot be bigger than his palm. Where could it possibly come from? As far as he is aware, they do not keep any rabbits, let alone breed them.

“Snowbell?” The voice that suddenly sounds from the balcony is soft and melodic, a young woman he cannot quite place. “Snowbell, where did you go?”

Her figure appears in the frame a mere moment later and she flinches back when she spots Secondo at his desk through the open doors. She immediately averts her eyes, her hair falling into her face and covering her features.

“Please, forgive me for the disturbance, my lord.”

“There is nothing to forgive,” he replies. “I understand you are looking for this little troublemaker here?” 

Secondo leans down to pick up the rabbit. Indeed it fits neatly into his gloved palm and he regrets that he cannot feel the soft fur against his fingers. The bunny breathes rapidly, its small body excited or scared, he cannot quite tell.

“Oh, you found her! Thank the lord, I thought she was lost forever.”

“Will you relieve me of her, then? She seems quite restless.”

The young woman who he cannot remember seeing before cautiously enters and with a lowered gaze approaches his desk. Secondo admires her for a moment, her striking complexion and the mesmerising way with which hair shimmers in the golden sunlight. Young and innocent, the daughter of a servant perhaps if the state of her dress is any indication. Yet it does not diminish her beauty nor her youthful radiance; he can tell that she is perhaps five-and-twenty.

She reaches for the bunny and he hands it over the desk, feeling her fingers brushing against his. Again he regrets the barrier between his skin and the world around him but even so he can tell that the heat has risen to her cheeks. She does not seem to be used to the presence of her superiors. He’s well aware of his reputation as a rather reserved and intimidating employer.

“I am not certain that I know your name,” he says before she can scurry off, skittish like the tiny animal that appears a little taller now in her smaller hands.

She replies with her name and a curtsy, not quite lady-like in practice but Secondo can tell that she must have enjoyed a good upbringing. Perhaps she has experience working for nobility.

“Where do you belong to, my girl?”

“I am François’s daughter, my lord.”

“Ah, sì, the new gardener?”

“Yes, my lord.”

He nods, watching her pet the rabbit with her slender fingers as if to calm herself. “And how do you like it here?”

“It is extraordinarily beautiful, my lord. The estate is magnificent and I quite enjoy the work in the kitchens.”

“The kitchens? So it is you who prepares these scrumptious lemon tarts?”

She nods, smiling a bit shyly. “It is a French recipe, my lord. My mother taught me how to make it when I was a wee girl and she worked for the Earl of Carlisle.”

“Are there any lemon tarts today, per chance?”

“I made a fresh batch just this morning, my lord.”

“Wonderful. Now, bring your Snowbell to safety before she scuttles away again.”

“Thank you most kindly, my lord. I promise to be more careful when I take her outside.”

He watches the young woman’s retreating form, reminding himself not to covet what he should not have. It is quite hard at the sight of such a sublime creature, though he rarely allows himself to indulge in thoughts of his carnal desires. The way she takes care of the animal tells him that she has a kind soul and how he could he ever taint it with his rotten hands?

Secondo stands to take his afternoon tea, looking forward to a generous serving of the fresh lemon tarts. He closes the balcony doors before he departs, his correspondence quite forgotten.

✦ ✧ ✦

He is too absorbed in his brother’s letter to notice the music at first.

When he finally does Secondo stops in the middle of the hallway. Rarely does he hear such sweet sounds these days, busy with politics and finances as he is. Ever since inheriting his father’s title as the Earl of Griftwood he is subjected to ball music, loud opera pieces and the talentless daughters of the other lords of the ton. 

This subdued private concert is much more to his liking. 

He folds the letter and pockets it before investigating the source of the music. Primo has written to him from Italy where his clerical duties keep him occupied. Secondo is relieved to learn that his brother is in good health and filling his new role as the leader of their secret church for which he has forsaken his role as the head of their family. A title that has now fallen to Secondo.

Following the trail of the music carries him further down the hall until he stops in front of a double door that stands slightly ajar. The sitting room beyond is abandoned safe for the person who has taken up residence behind the pianoforte and is now delighting the house with their pleasant tunes. Secondo is not one to swoon but when he discovers the gardener’s daughter, watching as her fingers glide over the keys in an elegant dance, he is quite taken with the sight of her. 

It is only after quite some time that he spots the rabbit in her lap.

The piece ends all too soon but Secondo cannot bring himself to reveal his position. He watches on as she lifts Snowbell and places her tiny paws on the keys, playing an easy melody as she giggles and compliments her pet’s musical talent. He thinks that the snow white rabbit is an emblem of her most becoming properties – her soft and lovely presence, her gentle disposition and ethereal beauty. Two creatures that heaven must have forged together. Not for a moment does he think he could ever be worthy of her, no matter if his nobility raises him above her in this strict society. She transcends the rules of birthright and social rank, rules that he has always rejected, if not openly. Perhaps this is why he feels so drawn to her – she represents all that he has ever longed for, all that they strive to achieve with their church of Lucifer.

“I did not know we had a musician in the house,” he finally comments. “Or need I say two musicians?”

She jumps, again, startled by his domineering presence that takes over the room the moment he steps inside. After a few deep breaths she recovers and offers a polite greeting. Snowbell sits in her hand now, no bigger than a baby chick and just as restless. Her head rises as if to greet him as well, tiny button eyes shimmering not without mischief.

“Your brother told me it was alright for me to practice in here and that it is his instrument–”

“I am sorry, my dove, I did not mean to accuse you of anything untoward. Of course you may practice your music in here. We have been deprived of such beautiful sounds for way too long with no ladies in the house.”

Her shoulders sink in relief, the tension finally leaving her. “I hear that his lordship is quite a gifted musician himself. As are his brothers.”

“Ah, sì, sì, if only there was more time for it. I find that without pleasant company I cannot persuade myself to dedicate the time.” He steps further inside the room and takes a seat on one of the velvet settees, moderately close to where she’s now lowering herself back on her stool. His black breeches strain over his thighs and he adjusts his emerald green waistcoat that has ridden up, rights the knot in his cravat. “You play well, piccina. How did you come to master the pianoforte?”

“I may not be of noble upbringing, my lord, but my parents used all their means to ensure that I was educated, perhaps more than befits my station.” Her voice is sharp, not unfriendly but defensive nonetheless. “A person’s rank in society does not determine their talent for musical play.”

“I apologise if I offended your sensibilities, my dove. I did not mean to imply that your origin should have anything to do with your capability of learning an instrument.”

“No apologies are needed, my lord. It is true that such opportunities are not provided to many of my status. I cherish my privileges every day.”

Her eloquence and quick wit impress him, the dignified countenance with which she holds herself even in the face of an older man much above her in station. It would be easy to think that she is a noble lady, if it weren’t for her lack of fine clothing and jewellery. He fights off the urge to accoutre her, to dress her in the finest garments he can find in all of London and Paris or Rome. How lovely she would look with her hair done up, her slender neck exposed for his eyes alone. 

And not just for his eyes.

Before he can inquire any further, Snowbell suddenly leaps from her lap. The rabbit lands on the soft carpet and scampers over towards the settee on her tiny legs.

“Oh, not again Snowbell,” the girl laments, but then she notices the rabbit’s direction and smiles softly. “I suppose she has taken a liking to you, my lord.”

“I hope she is not the only one,” he counters, allowing himself this moment of reverie.

Flustered, she averts her gaze, reacting in much the same way that he hoped she would. “Who could not be taken with him when his lordship is so very generous and kind of heart?”

Secondo smiles to himself as he leans down to pick up the cheeky rabbit, removing one of his dark leather gloves to finally feel the softness of her fur.  “How did you come in possession of such an animal?” he finds himself asking. “She is quite unusual, no?”

“Oh, my father was engaged to work for another noble house in the city just before we came here and he found a nest in their garden. Snowbell was the only white rabbit of the litter. While the children of the house were allowed to keep the other rabbits they thought her cursed and wanted to kill her. I begged him to let me save her and bring her here.”

How charitable, he thinks, saving those who are unwanted, those who are abandoned by God, not differentiating between human or beast. How perfectly she would fit into his family whose ideals and values would have them shunned from society if they lived them openly. Perhaps it was not God who sent her but Lucifer himself. For him to love, to cherish, to worship.

He is aware that he is getting ahead of himself.

Snowbell allows him to pet her but he eventually stands to place the rabbit back in her saviour’s hands. This time, her fingers brush against the bare skin of his palm. A shiver runs through him, tingling down his spine before settling warmly in his lower belly.

Her heated cheeks are evidence that she feels the same way.

“Do you enjoy reading, my girl?” he asks, only now noticing the book she must have placed on the instrument. A romance novel, he notes, not without a hint of disappointment. He could not be any more different from the heroes of such tales if he tried.

“I do, my lord.” She cradles Snowbell gently against her bosom, almost protectively, and he has to tear is his eyes away from the soft skin there. “I am an avid reader when I do find the time.”

“Please, feel free to use my personal library at your convenience. I am sure that you are in want of new reading material. This book appears to be… well-loved.”

“Are you quite certain, my lord? I would not want to impose–”

“Oh, nonsense. Many of the books have been collecting dust for way too long.”

Perhaps this suggestion stems from him wanting her to frequent his spaces and not those of his brother, if only to raise his chances of running into her. If Terzo offered her his instrument then he is sure that his eyes are not the only ones that she has caught. Secondo shares many a thing with his brother, but he will not share her.

“Thank you, my lord,” she says. “I am not sure what I have done to deserve your generosity but I shall cherish it forever.”

“Hm, your services are well-appreciated, my dove. I merely wish to make your life here a little more pleasant.”

She giggles. “His lordship must really like the lemon tarts.”

Her laughter shakes him to his very core. He is tempted to smile, or to tell her that it is not the tarts that have captivated him, but all this foolish impulse does is distort his stern features into a grimace. Before her eyes can linger on him, he departs with quick steps and a racing heart, making sure to leave the door open.

A few moments later the soft tunes of her music accompany him back to his study.

✦ ✧ ✦

The rustling of the page is a steady noise in the background as he works away at the desk he strategically positioned in his library. The expense reports of the estate are all in order and yet he goes over them once more – if only to stretch out the time in her presence. 

He looks up to find Snowbell happily munching on a carrot in her little crate on the floor. His true heart’s desire, however, is reading a romance novel that he so graciously stocked the library with. Not that anyone will ever see a report of this particular expense.

“Are the new books to your liking, my dove?” he finds himself asking.

“They are quite enjoyable, my lord.” She looks up, marking her page before she closes the book. “And yet… I find that I do not want a love like these books promise. It sounds rather boring to me.”

“How so?”

“The true appeal of a person lies in his or her imperfections, my lord. Not even the finest, most handsome young man could tempt me when there is no flaw in his character that captures my interest. If I should ever fall in love it should be with a man much older who has been shaped by the hardships of life, with rough edges but a core that still carries a soft heart that he only shows to those he holds dear. I should like to uncover this heart and have it beat only for me.”

Secondo pauses for a moment. Could it be true? Could a beautiful young woman like her truly fall for an old man such as himself? Accept that their love would be flawed and rejected by society and love him all the more for it? If it is true what she implies then does he dare hope–

“You are quite different from what I expected, my lord,” she says before his thoughts can carry him away. “I have heard many things that I now know to be untrue.”

“And how so?”

“Everyone told me that you were quiet and rather cold, polite but not in the habit of keeping anyone’s company and while generous with your staff they said it is rare to see you outside of your study. And yet… I have only ever sensed your warmth, your generosity, and while you are a private man I feel as though I got to know you merely by being in the same room and striking up idle conversation. You have requested my presence almost daily as of late and I must admit that I find great comfort in spending my time with you, so much so that I feel sad when a day goes by and I cannot see you.”

Secondo stands abruptly, overwhelmed by the sudden sparks of emotion that ignite the fire in a heart he has long since thought to be withered. His long legs carry him to where she is sitting on a plush settee, the golden sun from the window illuminating her like an angel incarnate. She is a dream he finds himself caught in, and not of his own volition.

“My dove,” he says as he kneels down in front of her, grasping her hand tightly in his. “Your companionship is the greatest gift that I have ever received.”

He presses a fervent kiss to her knuckles, quite overcome with his desires. How he longs to pull her into his embrace, to kiss her plump cheeks and soft lips, to keep her trapped against his chest and stroke her hair for hours.

When he meets her eyes, she seems surprised by his sudden outburst, but not at all repelled like he had feared. “My dear lord, how I wish we could have met under different circumstances.”

Secondo releases a shuddering breath and buries his face in her lap. When she begins to caress his head, running her soft fingers along the sharp lines of his cheekbones, he feels like he wants to weep.

✦ ✧ ✦

The delivery goes smoothly – until his brother appears in the doorway.

“A new instrument?” Terzo asks. “Whatever for? You could have asked to use mine, fratello.”

Secondo grumbles in reply, wishing his brother would finally leave. He is dressed smartly – a dark purple brocade waistcoat with a matching tailcoat, black breeches, a white cravat, high leather boots and a brand new top hat – ready to leave for a picnic or whatever social event he is planning to attend in pursuit of his latest sweetheart. He has always mirrored Secondo’s expensive taste in clothing but decided that his colour was purple instead of green. If it weren’t for Secondo’s lack of hair and Terzo’s thick black locks their brotherly relation would be uncanny, if not a little ridiculous.

“Do you not have to make an appearance somewhere else?” Secondo asks when his brother lingers while they set up the pianoforte under his watchful eyes. 

“Oh, I still have enough time to observe my brother’s folly. Tell me, did she bewitch you so that you are wasting the family’s funds now? How exactly do you plan on introducing the gardener’s daughter to polite society, fratello?”

A deep breath. Secondo cannot strangulate him in front of the suppliers. “I do not know what you are talking about. I merely wish to possess an instrument of my own.”

“Mhm and the ornate rabbits carved into the wood? Are those to your taste as well?”

“I am very fond of animals. I quite enjoy the design, do you not find it endearing?”

Terzo merely chuckles in reply, the words altogether unfamiliar from his bother’s tongue, and pats his shoulder with a heavy hand. “I will make sure that the pamphlets are filled with someone else’s transgressions, should you decide that a diversion of the ton’s attention is needed in light of your imminent marriage to a commoner.”

Secondo refuses to argue with him, Terzo is too smart for that. Instead he waits until they are alone again and his brother further inspects the pianoforte. The tunes he lures from the keys are splendid, much richer in sound than any he has heard before. A good investment, Secondo decides.

“What a splendid instrument,” his brother says. “I shall hope that your little rabbit plays it for you on many an occasion.”

“I plan to have her play it for me every day for as long as I live.”

Terzo raises a brow. “So you do intend to propose? My, my! I did not expect you to ever let go of your determination to stay alone for the rest of your days. What has changed?”

“I met the loveliest creature to walk this earthly plane, fratello, I have been touched by her angelic hands and saw the true meaning of paradise. I do not care much what polite society has to say about our union. I am quite ready to be selfish after I sacrificed my freedom for this family.”

“And politics, your favourite subject?”

“I do not plan to advertise this marriage, fratello. I shall be ready to face all the consequences, for her love will carry me through the worst of it.”

“Oh, how you have changed!” Terzo snickers but not unkindly. “I am very happy for you, brother mine. She will make a lovely wife for an old grump such as yourself.”

“You are just as old,” Secondo says dismissively. “And yet you act like a bachelor in the prime of his youth.”

“And I shall continue to do so for as long as I can. If you will excuse me now, I have a rendezvous to attend and I am already late.”

The moment Terzo departs, Secondo allows his own hands to explore the pianoforte. He is quite out of practice but the finely tuned instruments sounds wonderful even under his stiff fingers. An old song finds its way into his head and he allows his memory to do the rest of the work.

When he finally finishes, he is pulled from his trance by the loveliest of voices.

“My lord, you asked for me,” she says timidly as she approaches him. “I do not wish to interrupt when you play such lovely songs.”

“You are not interrupting, my dove. Please, come here, sit down in my stead. This is yours now.”

“Oh, but my lord–” She trails off, her pupils widening at the sight of the brand new instrument.

He is not certain what he did to upset her. “If you would rather play a harp or a lyre–”

“No, no, that is not what I mean, my lord. I just… I am not worthy of such an expensive gift.”

“Oh, but my dove, you are more than worthy. And it is not entirely selfless. I hope I will be hearing your sweet music more often while I am working in here.”

She smiles affectionately. “I shall play for his lordship whenever he wishes. I shall… I shall play until my fingers hurt!”

“I would never allow for this to happen,” he decides, reaching for her hands and massaging them gently in his. “No pain may befall my dearest for as long as I am here to prevent it.”

She holds his gaze, hope shimmering in her irises. “I shall play with caution then, I would not want my lord to be in distress on my behalf. Would you hold Snowbell for me, please?” 

Before she sits, she pulls the rabbit from the pocket of her dress where the she must have napped for she perks up sleepily when she is set down in his broad hands. Secondo does not make a move to stand.

“My lord–”

He uses his free hand to pull her into his lap and she gasps before her fingers find the keys. He can feel her shivering against his chest, her breathing as rapid as his heartbeat.

“I am not sure that I can play under his lordship’s scrutiny,” she whispers.

“I am quite certain that you can.”

With another shaky breath she begins to play. Heavenly tunes fill the room, her hands working their magic on the keys of the fine instrument. It is a song he has not heard before, slow and rather quiet but all the more powerful on his emotions. Her confidence soon returns and she plays in the same carefree way that he has grown to enjoy, only this time she is in his space, where she belongs. She is in his arms, breathes the very same air that flows through his lungs, and he can sense that he made the right choice.

The moment her hands come to a stop, he places Snowbell back in her palms and turns her sideways over his lap. Flustered by the proximity she glances down to her hands, only to notice that the rabbit has a white ribbon loosely tied around her body.

“I will ask your father for your hand,” Secondo says bluntly and her eyes widen.

“My lord, that is… it is impossible.”

“It will be possible, if it is your wish as well.”

“But, I am just–”

He stops her, taking her chin between his fingers to force her eyes to meet his. “My dove, I need a clear answer.”

“Yes.”

Overcome with relief he closes the distance and devours her lips in a passionate kiss. She presses against him with the same fervour, though careful not to squash the rabbit in her hand. Her body feels heated underneath the thin fabric of her cheap dress and he vows to have the modiste come the very next day to take her measurements. His hands roam her curves without shame now while he ravishes her, kissing her with a passion that threatens to make his heart burst, unused as it is to such feral emotion. She tugs at his cravat then, and he relents, allowing them both to break away for air.

Her forehead falls against his, their noses brushing as their heavy breaths mingle in the space in between. Suddenly Snowbell squeals in her palm and when they both look down the rabbit leaps from her hand onto the keyboard. As the off-key notes penetrate the room, they both smile. Perhaps they have to hire a different musician for the wedding after all.

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A Little Closer

Summary: Two old friends catch up for the first time in ages. Notes: It's finally done... my first ever finished AZnerine fic ... I didn't do any major edits, so please be nice if it's a little rough 🙇🏾‍♀️

Titled after this song by ZABADAK, fittingly from their album Blizzard Music

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The outskirts of Snowbelle city were mostly thick forest, but there was one small area near its cliffs where its trees grew sparse. Being so out of the way it was mostly untouched, and perpetually quiet except for the sounds of Noctowls crying into the night.

Some remnants of  larger, older trees remained. Wide stumps existed as evidence that there must have been a sawmill nearby at some point in the town’s history. Others were damaged by natural causes; AZ massaged his weak knee, sat upon a fallen tree whose body bore the scars of lightning. The last time he visited this particular part of Snowbelle, his heart was heavy with a grudge.  That turbulent past seemed so distant now. Life had become busy for him. Busy, but very fun: his younger brother dragging him to-and-fro, the fact that he’d become something of an historical advisor to one of his nephews, and Floette returning to him… it was strange and exciting to exist in the world again, but in all that excitement he’d nearly forgotten the simple joy of peace and quiet.

More recently, he had begun to aid in the reconstruction of Geosenge Town; the turbulence that left it half-destroyed still bore its marks upon the land, yet everyday it grew a little more. Perhaps a day would return where it was lush and bountiful the same way it was in the distant past. The memory of his most recent visit still lingered in his mind. The fact that he’d seen something— someone important to him, and he could not tolerate to look at her for more than a second. As hard as he tried not to linger on his own short-comings, it became difficult when it came to her. Perhaps, in the future, he could…

While he sat in quiet contemplation, a familiar blue speck appeared in the skies above. When a small black petal fell on his nose, he sneezed, and in response he heard laughter. Floette floated down before his face, and instinctively his hand rose to hold her, pulling her to his cheek in a hug.

“Floette… I was wondering where you went.” He could feel a smile tugging at his lips as she hugged him back in what small way she could.  Floette had grown independent enough that on occasion she would leave without saying anything, but AZ always rested easily. These days, he was confident that she would always return.

She grinned, and AZ recognized it as the look she would  give him whenever she’d done something naughty. Despite being barely younger than himself, she was an expert when it came to causing mischief. He could appreciate this about her… most of the time.

“...Should I be concerned?” he asked, but only received a giggle in response.

Floette gave him a gesture: You’ve got this! Good luck!

“Ah— what are you referring to? What is it that I need luck with?”

Floette, ignoring his clear confusion, flew above his head and was soon out of sight again. It was just then that he heard a familiar voice, accompanied by the crunch that comes with footsteps falling in snow. “I don’t see her anymore… do you think she went this way? Or…”

A chill ran through his body as he scrambled to stand. Why would Floette bring her here? Have I not suffered enough? In his hurry to flee from the scene, AZ stumbled over himself, which resulted in him falling backwards quite inelegantly, his fall only cushioned by the frost below. 

“Aries, do you think we should…?”

It was too late to escape now. The woman he’d been dreading an encounter with stood before him. Her expression of shock quickly transformed into annoyance, then a scowl. The oversized Corviknight that stood beside her made a noise of complaint, but did not put up a fight when Nerine recalled it into its ball. 

AZ’s body tensed; there was something about Nerine that always made a nervousness arise within him. He recognized it as a vague feeling of want, though he could not put a name to his desire. He gazed over here. Her toned-down clothing indicated she’d just gotten off of work, though he still saw flares of her personal style in her rhinestone frames and rose-lace leggings. 

“...Nerine.”  AZ attempted to regather himself. He nearly sat up, then felt an ache in his back that led to him giving up that endeavour.

“Aza.”

She continued forward, towards him. Her long curls fell over her shoulders as she looked down where he laid in the snow. The moon loomed behind her head, framing her in its gentle glow. If not for the slight ache growing in his body, he would’ve thought he were dreaming.

“...Do you need help?” her voice was tinged with a slight irritation, as if she’d repeated herself many times by then, only to remain unheard.

“N…no.” AZ blinked slowly. “I enjoy it here. It is wonderful to be cold.”

“You’re a terrible liar.” Nerine sighed, “Give me your hands.”

Nerine stepped over one of his long legs so she was standing in front of him. She reached for him, and AZ did the same in turn. With a great effort, she stepped backwards in an attempt to help him up.

“You’ve gotten skinnier since I last saw you. How are you still so heavy?”

“I apologize…” 

“No need for that. I just think you should take better care of yourself— eep!”

Though AZ was now sitting up, Nerine stumbled against him. Her hands gripped his shoulders to balance herself, and for a brief moment their eyes met. Her glasses are crooked, he noted. When he reached to adjust them, she let out a soft gasp. For a moment she grew timid, turning her eyes towards nothing in particular. Her hands grew tight upon his shoulders, before relaxing. 

“...Now that that’s finished,” Nerine’s voice wavered. “I should really be on my way, don’t you think?” She stood up straight, and AZ, with all the speed he could muster, reached forward to grasp one of her hands. Her brows knit as a slight frown formed upon her face, but she did not seem anxious. “Nerne, wait,” he was shocked by the desperation that arose within his voice. “I ask for only a moment of your time. Please.” He released her hand as he stood, praying she would not take the opportunity to run off. When he settled himself back onto the fallen tree he was seated on before, he gestured to the empty space next to him; an invitation. She hummed suspiciously, her eyes narrowing at him… yet she chose to sit down next to him all the same.

“You look, erm… well.” AZ mumbled. His sentences were stilted, frozen much like the cold air.  “You are very beautiful… ahem. Your kindness to me is a blessing.” 

No, that’s not quite right. “I want to…” he began, but paused. He attempted the word again, want, and struggled to properly shape it. For him, desire and guilt were one and the same, the two emotions tangled together in an unbreakable knot. He could not imagine wanting without shame.

“Nerine,” he began again, “I wish to speak to you.”

“You’re speaking to me right now, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” he conceded, “I am. And I do not wish to waste your time with frivolous matters. It is simply that… erm.”

He thought of their previous encounter, and how he ran from her before she could speak. He imagined himself saying Take this back. I want it no more than you do, but when he saw her in person, he found he missed the visual of it hanging from the pearls of her necklace; the butterfly key he had given her long ago. He began to reach for this key that now sat in his pocket; the entire reason why Fleotte brought them together, he concluded, was so he could finally return it to her. As he attempted to grab it, he thought of the circumstances in which he gave her the key to begin with. A parting gift, holding her close as they kissed. He faltered.

“I am afraid you may think strangely of me, or… of my intentions. I wish to speak to you,” he repeated, “but I do not know what it is I wish to say. I apologize.”

Silence filled the space between them. He half expected her to decide she was wasting her time here, and that she had better things to do than to deal with his foolishness… But she laughed. Warm and genuine. Had he been standing, the sound alone would have been enough to make him stumble again. 

“At least you’re honest about it!” she snickered.  “I’m not entirely sure what I want to say to you, either.”

AZ felt his shoulders relax at her words, before he wheezed out a laugh as well. He had always imagined an encounter between them to be filled with bitter vitriol, but here they were, both uncertain.

“We…” he inhaled, “We two are quite similar, are we not? In many ways..” The words were coming easily to him now. She was still his dear friend, despite the time that has passed between them, despite the circumstances of their shared past. 

“The very thing that brought us closer as children created a rift between us as adults. I feel as if during our previous time together, there is much that went unsaid. I was not fully authentic in the ways I expressed my feelings for you— my feelings towards you,” he corrected. “I regret my lack of  patience during our time together. It is a great misfortune that I am still so immature.”

She leaned forward to touch his knee. Her expression was warm… he’d nearly forgotten how much he enjoyed seeing her smile.

“What are you talking about…? I mean— I know about me, but you’ve grown so much. You don’t seem as angry as you were in the past.” 

“It is true that anger no longer consumes me… but I have not yet learned to cope with it,”  he sighed,“I have quite the talent for repression.”

“Well, so do I.”

“Yet another way in which we are similar!”

“Don’t say it like it’s something to be proud of!” Her faux-anger was made obvious by the laughter in her voice. 

“And besides—” she exhaled, clutching a hand to her chest, “And besides!  Both of us were fools to even think it would be a good idea to…” 

She sighed, turning away from him. Her shoulders fell slack, as if some weight stood upon them. The energy she had just a moment ago had been sapped in an instance. AZ watched her, waiting for her to speak again.

“At least… I was foolish, thinking that things could work out between us back.” when she spoke, her voice was small. AZ was reminded of her youth, and how she’d rarely speak unless spoken to. “It must sound pathetic to you, but I thought… maybe if I acted so perfect, if I was so wonderful and sublime, you wouldn't want anything else. It was selfish of me. I knew your true desires were elsewhere, but I still wanted to keep you all to myself.”

“Nerine…” His hand lifted slowly, uncertainly, before reaching towards her. His fingers brushed against her cheek in an attempt to be comforting. She winced, but did not refuse his gesture.

“I am no better. I was selfish as well…” He watched her brow furrow, and her dark eyes swirled with uncertainty.  “A smarter man would have treated you as the beautiful and gentle woman you are, and not as….”

He trailed off. There was a time where he looked upon Nerine and saw not a person, but a great city— a kingdom. The very same he had abandoned so many years ago. He wished to dedicate himself to her in the hopes he could find a way to forgive himself.

When she began to shake, whether from the cold or the conversation itself, AZ gave in to his desire. He collected her into his arms, and settled her between his long legs. Her arms hovered around his body for a brief moment before she decided to place her hands on his back in an awkward embrace. Though it had been so long since they last sat together like this, the feeling of her body leaning against him still felt so familiar.

“You must have wanted the same thing I did…”  He leaned over her, his face burying itself against the cotton-candy of her hair. Nerine, in turn, laid her head against his chest. “To cling desperately to a city whose walls fell long ago. I was unhappy as king. Yet every now and again, my heart longs to return there.”

“Recently,” he continued,  “I decided that I no longer wish to be prisoner to my nostalgia. If I am to keep living, it must be in the present. I assume you feel similarly?”

“I do. I… I know exactly how you feel.  it’s funny, isn’t it…? I always felt as if I didn’t belong in the world when I was younger. Like I was something the gods mistakenly tossed down to Earth. At the same time, it’s… scary. To change yourself, or the circumstances around you. To be forced from your old routines, your old life. Maybe that’s why it was so hard to…”

“To engage with one another as we are now.” AZ finished, “I can’t imagine you would look upon me, and still see a king…”

“Well… I do a little bit. It comes out in the way you talk sometimes. But for the most part… no. More than anything, you come across as a strange old man.”

“Strange, am I…? Hah. When I look at you… I see a very fashionable, very hot-headed young woman.”

“Aza.” her voice turned cold. “I am older than you.”

“Would the lady deny a compliment…?” AZ chuckled, “Fine then… a fashionable, hot-headed woman… who, like me, is an old crone.”

She jolted with a gasp. “Oh, you’re just terrible! I’d rather you call me a young lady if you’re going to say all that!”

She cackled, and AZ grinned, feeling emboldened by the knowledge that he could still make her laugh. He couldn’t help but to smile.

“My point is, Lady Nerine… you offered me a great kindness, allowing me to live out a fantasy of the past. I took advantage of this. I did not allow myself to truly know the person you’ve become. For that, I am greatly sorry.”

“W-what are you talking about!?” Nerine gawked, as if he’d just told her some unbelievable news. “If anything, I was the one taking advantage of you. You had much more important things to worry about than trying to make me of all people happy. I was just wasting your time.”

“Lady Nerine… my time spent with you was  not time wasted. Despite how things ended up, I would not have allowed myself to idle with you for so long if I did not find it valuable.”

Nerine grew quiet after hearing his words. He could feel her arms tighten around him. Her eyes flickered up at him, then away. 

“Well, I… erm…” Nerine searched for her word for what must have been a full minute.  “I am sorry as well. It was cruel of me to expect something out of you that you wouldn't have been able to give in the first place.”

“...Lady Nerine, thank you.”

With their apologies now out in the open, and the bond between them still unbroken, the two turned to idle chatter: You know, I saw that parade… how unlike you, to go marching in front of a crowd like that. …Oh? You’ve been talking to your brother again, too? I’m happy for you, though I’m sure he’s as obnoxious as ever. How has your work been? Oh? You’ve been to Galar recently? …No, I wouldn’t find it boring. Please tell me; I wish to know…

Neither realized how much time had passed until the sun began to peer over the horizon, illuminating the sparse forest with its golden glow. AZ had grown so accustomed to Nerine’s natural warmth, that for a moment he neglected to consider that the heat he felt now was from the coming of day.

“Ah—” Nerine began, “...Oh, that’s right. Tomorrow… or today, I guess… is my day off. You’re lucky… I would’ve had to scold you otherwise.”

Sleepiness had turned her voice soft; she punctuated her sentence with a yawn, looking very much like she were mere seconds away from falling into a deep slumber.

“I apologize for keeping you so long...” AZ replied, though he was not very sorry at all. Speaking to her was a pleasure. When he shifted to keep her from falling over with sleep, he felt something cold and metallic in his pocket. In the excitement of their long conversation, he’d nearly forgotten about it. 

“Nerine… there is… one more thing I wished to discuss with you.” she must have noticed the tenseness of his voice. She pulled away from him for a brief moment so that she could look up at his face, a small frown on her lips.

AZ reached into his pocket, and slowly pulled out the butterfly-shaped key. To most it would have appeared oversized, but it sat perfectly in the palm of AZ’s hand. When he presented it to Nerine, her sleepiness seemed to disappear all at once. She opened her mouth with the intention of speaking, but no words came out.

Gazing upon it again caused an odd sensation to stir within him. His free hand lifted to touch where his own key would have laid had it not been destroyed. He’d grown so accustomed to its weight around his neck, he often forgot it was not still there. 

“The last time we met with one another, you told me to take this, and that you wished to never see it again.  I… do not believe your words then were genuine. I do not want to assume, but I imagine this key means a great deal to you.�� And that one day, you would begin to miss it…”

Nerine continued to stare wordlessly at the key in his hand. Beneath the rising sun, it glittered. Though it had been long buried at the bottom of his pack, it still shined as if it had been polished every day.

“Do you, erm… wish to have it returned…?” he could feel his chest grow tight; he hadn't realized how scared he was of the possibility she'd reject it. “Aza… do you remember what this key symbolizes…? Not just for me, but for both of us.” “Of course…” 

“Do you…” she paused, playing idly with the frayed end of his scarf. She looked for a moment as if she remembered something, but did not say what it was. “...still feel that way towards me now?” “I am…” he pried apart the question in his mind. How did he feel about her? He found her beautiful, and being with her just felt right. But did he love her in that way, even now? ”not certain.”

“In that case, I can’t take it from you. Not right now. Not until you’re certain.”  She rose against him, sitting on her knees so that they were eye level. “You’re right in your assumption. I miss it dearly. But to accept it from you would be to accept its long history as well. I’m not ready for that just yet.”

“I don’t know how I feel towards you either,” she continued, “I just know I would like some time. I think that would be best for both of us.”

She pushed up beneath his long bangs, until her lips lingered next to his ear. “There’s no need to rush things, right…? We have all the time in the world.”  Her words were a mere whisper, carried to him by the gentle breeze. He caught the word we and held it. She wants this for both of us. His hands pulled her into a tighter embrace. Even if she does not love me now, she is willing to try. I must become someone worthy of her. 

“Until you are ready for it, I shall keep it safe. Is that agreeable to you?” “I would appreciate it very much if you did. Thank you…”

“Lady Nerine… you are very sweet.” the fact that she would even consider giving him a chance made his heart feel full. He held her tighter, which only served to make her blush.  “I am glad I had this opportunity to talk to you.” “Yes, well… I suppose we have a certain little flower fairy to thank for that, don’t we?” “Mhm.  It is not the first time she has forced me to have a conversation I had been putting off.”

“How unsurprising! You know, despite being a former king… you’re very easy to boss around.” “What can I say? I live to serve.”

Nerine squeezed his shoulders, her eyes gazing upwards at him. The soft wind had blown her hair into disarray.  Since she was in her work attire, her makeup, somewhat messy after so many hours spent awake, was done in a simple style. He focused then on the plum colour that was painted onto her lips, which remained vivid. Something stirred within his breast, some strange excitement that reminded him of his teen years, of the joy and anxiety of holding a girl’s hand for the first time. He found himself leaning towards her, one of his hands tangling itself in the soft pink of her hair. Nerine in turn pulled his scarf, bringing him closer.

The moments their lips met, AZ was struck with a realization;  I’ve missed this. He curled a finger in the long coils of her hair, while Nerine’s grip on his scarf grew tight, as if she was determined not to let him go until she had her fill of him. When she finally pulled away, Nerine blinked slowly. Her body jolted with the realization of what had just happened between them, her cheeks darkened with blush.

 “Um. Well, um. Thank you for, um… thank you.”  “Y-yes, thank you as well…” “I should probably be heading home now…” “Yes, of course. It has been quite a few hours, hasn’t it?”

Nerine stood, and pulled her coat tighter around herself. Though her gaze was fixed firmly at the ground beneath her feet, he watched as she brought a hand up to her mouth, her finger brushing softly against her lips. After a few brief steps forward, she stopped to look at AZ over her shoulder.

“...Will I see you again soon?” her voice was barely above a whisper; had he not been so fixated on her in that moment he likely would not have heard it. “If you would allow me, I would cherish an opportunity  to visit you.”

“Don’t be a stranger then, alright? You know where to find me.” She turned to face him, and AZ noticed that her lipstick was slightly smeared.  “Well, then… goodbye for now.” AZ watched as her  figure disappeared beyond the small clearing of trees, and became little more than a speck on the horizon. It was only when she was completely out of sight that he realized how much tension he’d been holding:  his shoulders fell slack, and he breathed as if it were his first in centuries.

The sun finished its ascent, and the world was swathed in its golden light. The perpetual snowfall that laid in the forest was illuminated with a speckled glow. He was much too distracted to take in the scenery before him. Were he younger he might have chased after Nerine, but for now… He outstretched an arm, holding one of his hands open. Soon,  Floette fluttered down into his hand, her expression as innocent as ever. AZ poked her small forehead with his index finger, a frown on his face.

“I should scold you,” he huffed. “Look at the situation you’ve gotten me in.” Floette blinked at him slowly, as if she were confused as to what he was referring to. But AZ knew better than to fall for her tricks. “Fine then. I admit it. I’ve… missed her.” when she merely giggled at him, his indignant tone softened.  “...I would very much like to see her again. Sooner, rather than later.  that is what you wanted to hear, yes?”

Floette nodded. If you want her to love you again… you have to put in the work! And… I think she wants the same from you, too.  

“The things I would do for even a fraction of your energy…”, he sighed. But he knew her words were true. He knew she was right. If this was something he wanted… he could not fall victim to his own passiveness. Just a few years ago, such a task would seem daunting to him. And in truth, he was still scared. But he would be a fool to squander this opportunity to start over with her.

“I will… pursue this. It is something I want,” he said it firmly now, knowing how intensely his heart desired this. “Though if I am to do this… I have one request for you.” What is it? Floette gasped. “...Never do anything like this again.” 

Floette pouted, but did not complain. When AZ finally stood, she squeezed herself into the curve of his scarf. He had no doubt that she’d eavesdropped on the long entirety of his conversation with Nerine, and would be asleep for the next few hours. Careful as to not wake her, AZ began to step forward, a renewed sense of purpose now guiding him onwards.

[litmot-archived]

Hear The Bluebells

Zaros Ahta'lin x Reader

The last of the trials makes you search for a flower on a mountain with Zaros. It does not go as planned.

“How does it feel being so close to the throne?” you asked teasingly, only slightly out of breath as Zaros stumbled over yet another rock. He was breathing heavily next to you, the steep path to the top of the mountain more challenging than he would have thought. “Savor it while it lasts. After today, the succession will be settled.”

You had been searching for your designated flowers for at least an hour now, not daring to stray too far from the path, lest you should get lost in the thick woods of the mountain. 

“In my favor, I’m sure,” Zaros panted, glancing to the side to make sure the spots of color dancing in his vision were not the Fire Lily he so desperately yearned to find. You pushed aside some of the bushes yourself, wondering silently how hard it could be to find a Burnt Orchid.

Hopefully, the flower took less time to appear near the track than it took Zaros to find his. 

He groaned, stopping in his tracks as he swayed on the spot. You reached out to steady him. Zaros was pale, his eyes shut tightly as if trying to block out the world spinning around him. “Are you alright?” you asked in concern.

“Fine,” he said, pushing your hands away to walk briskly past you. “Don’t try to distract me!” As if he was worried you were trying to hide the flower he needed, Zaros took a thorough look around.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Alright,” you said, “I tried. If you collapse from overexertion, don’t you dare pout.”

“I never pout,” he said, not finding any lilies and walking up the path once more, catching up to you only because you waited up for him.

“Sure, Zaros.”

Silence stretched between you, causing your thoughts to wander as your eyes roamed the ground, occasionally meeting Zaros’ tired ones. What would become of the other once the successor was crowned? Of course, you wished that the honor would fall to you, but it made you wonder what the Kingdom would do to Zaros then, what his mother would say.

It was almost sad, knowing the trials would come to an end today. It made you melancholic, reflecting on the many years you had spent with Zaros before you two broke apart.

“Yes!” Zaros exclaimed, startling you out of your thoughts. The butterfly you were observing flapped its wings quickly and disappeared. He emerged behind a tree, a single orange flower gripped securely in his hand.

The frown of confusion dropped from your face immediately, all peaceful musings of the past forgotten as your eyes and heart hardened. Zaros held the Fire Lily in his hand. You were losing the throne. 

Zaros smiled slily at you, despite his best efforts his lips trembled a little and he was still dangerously pale. “I told you,” he said, voice considerably less strong than before, “I’m ahead of you.” 

The panic rising within you was palpable. “Right,” you spat with a forced smile, “Let’s see who delivers it to her Majesty first, shall we? After all, that’s when the trials are over.” Without waiting for a reply, you continue marching upward along the trail.

Zaros laughed, calling after you as he started making his descent, “You’re just sour that you lost.”

“Haven’t lost anything yet,” you mumbled under your breath, shoving aside bushes with more force than necessary. 

Stupid flower! How dare it grow further up the mountain than the damned lily! A Burnt Orchid. Why did the scholars pick this flower in particular for you? You had seen countless others near the path. Snowbells, edelweiss, butterwort, bluebells. Why didn’t they choose one of those?

“Come on!” you said exasperated, pushing aside a branch forcefully. At the foot of a nearby tree, you saw the dark reddish-brown and white of the flower you were looking for. “At last.”

You plucked it quickly, admiring its beauty for only a brief moment before darting towards the track again. There was no time to lose. Who knew how far ahead Zaros was already? If he got to the foot of the mountain before you, the throne would be officially lost to you.

The path was uncomfortably steep. You slipped a few times, sliding down entire parts in your haste, only catching your footing again with effort. You nearly stumbled over Zaros’ leg, not seeing him slumped against the tree to the side of the trail.

“What are you doing?” you asked, taking a moment to catch your breath. 

Zaros was panting heavily, eyes half-lidded as he looked up at you unfocused. The Fire Lily was softly resting in his open hand. “I—” he breathed, “Just need— moment.” 

You frowned, kneeling next to him. Sweat was coating his forehead and you could feel the exhaustion radiating off of him. You doubted he would be able to make it down the mountain on his own, doubted he could take a single step without collapsing again. Zaros needed to drink some water, eat a bite, and rest. The mountain had taken everything out of him, evidently.

“Alright,” you said, thinking about what to do. It should not be far from the foot of the mountain now. You glanced down the path. It was still steep, but you would make it work somehow. “Alright,” you repeated, shifting the Burned Orchid to your other hand and sneaking your arm around Zaros’ waist, helping him up and holding him steady with a tight grip on his hips. You slung his arm around your shoulder, shifting a little to take more of his weight. 

Zaros gave a noise of surprise but did not protest. You took a few steps before stopping, turning your head to look at where he had sat a moment ago. The Fire Lily was still lying on the ground. 

“Can you stand on your own?” you asked, receiving a groan from Zaros. “Only for a moment, alright. Here, lean on the tree, just for a moment.” You disentangled yourself from his arm, leaving his side for a second to collect his flower. “Here, I’ve got you. It’s alright. Lean on me again, I’ve got you.”

Together, you made your way down the mountain, both flowers clutched tightly in your right hand. 

“You should probably let go of me now,” Zaros said, looking ahead at the small crowd of people waiting in the distance to pronounce the successor. The Regent sat in their center, the golden chair brought out here for the occasion shimmering in the sunlight. 

“Sure,” you said, “If you can assure me you won't fold and crumble to the ground the moment I let go of you. Can you do that?” Zaros remained silent. “Thought so.”

“But you—” he began confused. For the life of him, he could not understand why you did not seize the opportunity and leave him behind to claim the throne for yourself. “It’s gonna be—”

You shushed him gently as you neared the crowd.

“I’d like some water,” you called out, stepping closer to her Majesty. Your mother tilted her head when she saw you with Zaros, narrowing her eyes in confusion. His mother gasped when she saw the two of you, her mouth falling open indignantly. 

“Impossible,” you heard her murmur.

“Your Majesty,” you said, inclining your head and tightening your hold on Zaros when you felt him shift in your arms. “We have returned.” You stepped closer to her, whispering to Zaros, “Put your hand on mine, on the one holding the flowers.” After all, you did not wish for a technicality stated in the fine print to ruin your plan.

He looked at you for a long moment, gaze indiscernible, before complying with your request. 

You offered the flowers to her Majesty, Zaros’ hand resting over yours. “Both of the Flowers, your Majesty. Combined. The Fire Lily and the Burned Orchid, as you requested. Since they were delivered at the same time, I can only assume we—”

Your mother looked at you, a small smile gracing her lips as pride shone in her eyes when she exclaimed loudly and for all to hear, “We have a tie.”

[shadowroxz13]

byello Shadow, its Arty/Cel/whatever from Discord >:3 you probably know what sorta headcanons im boutta ask for (Snowfall trio lmao)

Howdy hey Arty! (Quick thing, thank you for sending this ask in! I needed the break from my monster of a 30K fic lol.)

Everyone's favorite Little tiny gremlins! We adore the SnowFall Trio/Snow Patrol here, so I'm more than happy to talk about them. Once again, These are just my takes on the Snowfall trio/Snow Patrol from my POV while playing the games, I'll be including spoilers from the games, along with added in some Personal writing headcanon for the series as well.

If Ya'll Like these little headcanons and would like to see more of them or even some other kinds of writing, Please do feel free to ask!

Now, then Enough Stalling from me, Let's get into this!

First off, I'll be doing the kiddos in order of Kai, Gerda and Gwyn Separately then together as a group. Their ages for all of these headcanons are gonna be spread out- Ie: I may start on them as kids, then Jumped to them as adults then back to teens. (so ya kinda get a 4 for 1 deal here! huge savings in my opinion lol.)

Kai Headcanons.

Kai as a kid was always the adventurous one of the all the kids in the SnowFall kingdom's village growing up, the only one who could really keep up with all his antics, was Gerda.

Kai as a woodcutter's kid goes with his father, Noah, to find different types of wood and what makes for good building supplies, firewood, or what's good to sell, Kai got really into the different types of trees and the surrounding flora that he knew (Mainly things like daisies, Lilies, lily of the valley, and Snowbells flowers.) So seeing this, Noah got Kai a botany encyclopedia book when Kai turned 13.

Because he's a woodcutter's kid- Kai has muscles, he actually has a sleeper build to him.

He's actually Really Short when he was a kid (Unlike the Detective who is constantly stuck at 4'11 all her life.) he standing at the following Heights throughout the ages; Kid: 4'1, Teen:5'7 Adult: 6'4. As you can see, he gains a bit a growth spurt during his teen years!

Kai has a Pollen Allergy that can lead him to becoming sick.

Kai can spend hours upon hours reading into the following morning once he gets started on books- It's usually Snow or gwyn who give him a blanket whenever he visits.

He was the one who was extremely nervous bringing up the idea of dating to both Gwyn and Gerda after his talk with the Detective, beyond relieved after they all felt the same about each other.

Gerda Headcanons.

Gerda's Parents actually died when she was extremely young, possibly when she was around 2 or 3, She was fully adopted by the whole community of the village, but mainly Noah was the one to keep an eye on her the most, as he was also raising his son alone, so it was nice to have another little one to keep Kai company when Noah needed to go for longer trips outside the village. And because of that fact, Gerda and Kai became best friends and starting to develop a deep bond with each other.

She's actually 2 years Younger than both Gwyn and Kai. (Ego, If Kai and Gwyn are 17 then she's 15.)

Most people would think that she's the calm, sensible one- ABSOLUTELY NOT! She is chaos incarnate, Kai and Gwyn are the ones to reel her in when she on the loose.

Gerda as a kid, was really really tall in fact taller than Kai and Gwyn and most kids in the village, but by her teen years her height just came to a full stop. As she stands at the following heights of 4'7, and 5'8 respectfully.

Between Kai and Gerda, Gerda was the more popular- in that she's kinda feeds off of the energy that people gave her, and due to that- people around her suddenly felt better after she interacted with them. (A Hint towards her Golden Child Powers.)

Gerda Golden Child powers are something of a rarity, as when she gets older, so do the strength of her magic- this also allows her some minor healing ability when she's a teen and an extended life, much more than the average mortal. (Some say there are rumors of the Golden Child's powers being able to bring loved ones back from the dead with their blood, if not also grant immortality to the living.)

Gerda developed a minor fear of Snow White when she was a child, and due to this, she never goes up to the palace without Kai, but if Kai is suddenly called away by Noah, then Gerda is attached to Gwyn as someone who she sees as safe, and because of that, they start developing minor feelings for Gwyn and Snow started to improve her standings with Gerda, As a way to make her not seem like a monster to the tiny blonde child.

Gwyn Headcanons.

Gwyn constantly wanted to know where James was, and if he was ever going to see his father after he (Gwyn) woke up from the dreamless sleep Snow White put him under to save him. Snow felt as though she had to bit her lip on this subject matter. Mainly due to the facts that James is dead and the She's been separated from him for centuries, but for Gwyn- it's been only a few days.

Gwyn is amazing at archery, but does struggles with Stringing his bow at times- as James usually helped him with this task. After Kai and Gerda started making countless trips up to the castle walls to visit Gwyn at the request of his mother Snow White to help him get acclimated with the modern world and other kids, Kai was the one to help Gwyn learn a trick about bending the bow to string it, and together they start hanging around together without Gerda, Leading them to develop feelings for each other.

Gerda and Gwyn usually met up for smaller easier crafts like basket weaving or Playing Board games of strategy. Gerda usually wins, but a few times Gwyn wins (Because Gerda lets him.) These little moments is what leads them to developing a Relationship.

People might assume that Gwyn likes the quiet feeling around him, but actually he loves the Noise that Gerda and Kai bring to his life. it makes him feel alive to be around such vibrant people.

Gwyn's height was pretty normal for a kid all the way to his adult years, only outshining Gerda by the adult years, Yet having Kai tower over him. (Kid: 4'3 Teen: 5'5 Adult: 6'0.)

He enjoys baking with his mom, Snow is a wonderful baker with cakes and cookies among other deserts, but she tends to become uneasy a bit afterwards, something regarding her step-mom that Gwyn put together... But He doesn't know why it makes snow uneasy.

The SnowFall Trio/Snow Patrol Headcanons!

The Trio actually Met before running into the Detective. While Hiding from the Mountain Beast, the Gerda and Kai found themselves within the Icy yet heartwarming chamber that Snow put Gwyn into while he was asleep. The Minute that both Kai and Gerda saw Gwyn within the glass coffin they both caught themselves yelling to each other; "Who in the world is the pretty boy? and why is he so pretty?!" which unfortunately lead to Kai getting caught by the Mountain Beast and gerda hiding behind the glass coffin, before tailing the Mountain Beast inside- where she runs into the Detective and her Partner exploring the castle trying to get to the bottom of all this.

Both Gwyn and Gerda constantly worry about Kai and his mortality, while Gerda's cuts can heal to perfection within a few hours, and Gwyn has more durability thanks to his Parent's combined immortalities, Kai doesn't have anything within those traits- so it leads to him being on bed rest from dire issues and illnesses. Both Gerda an Gwyn take turns watching over him taking care of him, worrying about their lover.

The three of them had no idea about what a Polycule relationship was until the Detective told them all about it after she overheard all three of them start to 'talked' (IE: Panic) over who Gerda loved as teens- which then lead to Kai Blurring out that he liked both Gerda and Gwyn so much it hurt his heart, and then lead to Gwyn crying because he felt the same way but couldn't put it into words, and he didn't want to disappoint his Mom. (Snow could never be disappointed by who her kid loves- She wants Gwyn to be as happy as can be.) And for Gerda, she just felt terrible for putting both the people she loves through this.

After seeing all that display of emotions, The Detective gently hugged all three of them, and calmly explained that what they were all feeling was valid and that a relationship between the three of them was actually possible from what she knew of Different kinds of romantic relationships.

When Gwyn and Gerda were planning their wedding- they made absolutely sure that Kai knew the Detective was on the list of honored guests as a bride's maid of honor for Gerda and her catty partner is consider the best man- Due to the fact that if it wasn't for those two- none of them would be here to celebrate this day.

They both wanted Kai's opinion on a type of gift he would like The Detective and her Partner to bring for them. (They forgot to tell him it was ALL of their wedding while planning- Not just Gerda and Gwyn.*I'm sure this won't backfire at all on them!- It will*)

Kai sometimes feel inadequate due to his partners' abilities, so he needs like a sense of validation from both of his partners that he's just as capable as both Gerda and Gwyn. (The both of those two know that he is, and do tell him that, he just needs to believe in himself/prove it to himself.)

They all takes turns with the single brain cell between them, most of the time, Kai or Gwyn has it depending on the day of the week. Gerda gets it for holidays, as a treat.

All three enjoy a nice cup of hot chocolate together after playing in the snow- this leads to all three of them having sleepovers a bunch as kids and they still do this well into their adult years, though instead of playing in the snow- it's curling up with a good book as one of them reads to the other two or movies nights. They just all love the quiet moments together.

They will always send letters to the Detective whenever she can't visit them and will constantly update her with whatever is going on in their lives- and will always send her a small gift. (Ie: A desert made by Snow, a little toy they found, an archer's guidebook, Teas- things like that.)

They all consider the detective as 'their mom' and her catty partner 'their dad' They three of them will call them as such when they see them... Before correcting themselves, as they feel like they should call the detective by her title, I mean- she and her partner are older than they are lol. (They all started this as kids and it didn't stop when they were teens. Just don't let Snow hear Gwyn call the detective 'mom', she will get defencive on that.)

Hey hey! I Hope that you enjoyed and like all of these little Headcanons! I love talking about the SnowfallTrio/The Snow Patrol, they are legit so stinking cute as a couple and as people- Side Note: I really need to explore the Snow Patrol in writing, but this was such a good exercise for me to do so, as it helps me understand how I would love to write these three for whenever I tackle the 3rd Dark Parables game within my writing. So thank you so much for these for letting me explore that and for the much needed break from that 30K monster I've made!

(Ps. I'm so so sorry for how long these took to make, I fell down the Fandom Rabbit Hole for a Visual Novel game called Killer Chat, where you as a aspiring writer, accidently join a chatroom filled to the brim with serial killers after asking one to many murder-related questions. The Fandom for this game is absolutely wonderful and full of amazing writers and artists- so It's been very hard climbing out of that rabbit hole of content, so again I'm so sorry about that!)

I Do Hope You Have A Wonderful Rest of your Day/Night!

-ShadowRoxz.❤

[faguscarolinensis]

Styrax obassia / Fragrant Snowbell at the Sarah P. Duke Gardens at Duke University in Durham, NC

[saturn-canine]

ok, i guess its prolly time to intro the whole crew lol :P

🐇 My Rabbit Side:

"Cozee"

I am a  Black Otter Dutch Rabbit, Mini Rex spunky, playful, expressive and very sweet, while not being overly clingy.

 "I made you a nest. No, you don’t get a choice. Lie down."

Chatty honks, obsessed with soft things, baby fever so strong it hurts, I want kits NOW!"

I may be very small but my love is a FORTRESS! You will never escape >:}

🐅 My Big Cat Side:

"Phantom in the Storm"

I am a Siberian tiger, I love to swim, I am capable of moving in silence, aloof but i have the capacity to be protective over those who i care for, and my wrath is neverending

"I could kill you. Instead, I’ll watch you from this tree. Affectionately."

Restless paws, water-lover, zero patience for nonsense.

The woods are his church and I am the phantom priestess

🐑 My Goat/Sheep Side:

"Sunbeam & Grimy"

I Icelandic sheep + Nigerian Dwarf goat (chaotic gremlins that travel together)

"I threw up a flower for you. Please respond"

 Climbs everything, loud opinions, nest architect.

Menaces, boffumem

🦌 My Deer Side:

"Ghost/Autumn"

Tawny doe with a black-streaked muzzle and snow-dusted throat.

"Sorry I vanished into the mist, when you tried to point me out to the people you were with. but left you a perfect leaf on your doorstep."

Traits: Baby fever ×1000, crisp fall air personified, silent but expressive, OMG I WANT BABIES PLSSSS 🙏

She is golden hour and old forests and the smell of old books.

🐕 My Canine Side:

"The Patchwork Pack"

Saint Bernard: Quilt

Rottie: Shadow

Pitbull: Rainstorm

Chihuahua: Naomi 

Poodle: Snowbelle

"I will carry your groceries, scream at squirrels, and style your hair with drool, hope you don't mind."

Service >,  love, big bark, bigger heart, den life best life, I am your guardian devil :P, I will piss on everything you love!!

"I am 5 dogs in a trench coat and we’re all your problem now."

🦴 My Neanderthal Side:

"Pidg"

"I dragged this fur here for you. Sit. Eat this mushroom. I tested it first, it only makes you feel a little funky!"

Makes art in caves, grumpy softie, knows 12 ways to survive winter.

[roseate-science]

youson week — day 3 — sanity

technically overlaps with the last prompt I DONT CAAARE I do what I want

in a roleplay that waite is technically from, one of xir quirks is being able to make snowbell seeds! the flowering trees have a passive sanity boost— it wouldn't hurt to pair that with one of your favorite people!

@mxboxlocks

[mintyisms]

Melody Time Starters

"It's time for sweet romance."

"You don't need words."

"You'll find rhythm, romance, rhyme, something ridiculous."

"Don't you kind of love December, when the merry snowbells chime?"

"Every time I see an apple-blossom sky, I think of Johnny Appleseed."

"Them clouds up there ain't really clouds at all, no, sir!"

"I wake up every day as happy as can be."

"We ain't afeared of man or beast."

"There's plenty of room for you."

"It's the strong men who survive and I'm the puniest fella alive."

"What's wrong with apples, if you please? Ain't they the finest fruit?"

"When there's work to be done all you think of is fun."

"You've disgraced your father's name."

"There's poetry in trees."

"Soon the dawn will come and you'll be on your way."

"What makes wolves howl like that?"

[kalosian-woods]

(yo its the "haunted by the synchro ep scene" anon)

you 🤝 me

studying and dissecting THAT scene like a specimen under a microscope

anyways i love love love love how you dissected it like it got me curious on how greninja feels about all thjs

It's a curse I will gladly bear if it means having fun with all of you heh! I'm not just studying the sciences for nothing after all, gotta get as much out of these scenes as we can (*pushes eps through a lemon squeezer*). If I don't, then who will, after all??

And ahhh, tysm!!!!! <333 :D You've given me so much food for though I had to just dive in and see what I could extract at that moment. Now that I think about it, there are like 20 more things that we can do with those scenes: using them as a metric for all the other times Ash gets weak and/or faints, seeing Greninja's reaction in those split seconds, the progression of the bond as the series goes on, a whole bunch of stuff.

You raise a pretty good question though!! In the anime proper we don't get much about Greninja's reaction (both physical or mental) regarding the bond - I would say the most we get is in Snowbelle when both he and Ash split paths and idk run away. I'm trying my very hardest to not go into the whole ep because GEEZ does it have a lot to unpack lol, but I find it so interesting that while Ash is on the ground pacing around a log, Greninja is sitting up a tree, recalling his two back-to-back losses and clenching his fist (just like Ash was) while looking away in disgust/in pain, as if he couldn't stand the sight of it. And back in the Pokemon Centre while facing his back to him (dreamscape memories, anyone???) Ash apologizes to him, saying that he should've gotten his act together (that's the moment where Grenin opens his eyes and I mean in that active way). After recalling what Ash said to him he then slams his fist on the tree before going on the move (presumably back to Ash or the Pokemon Centre). To me, I feel like Greninja assumes just as much responsibility over the bond as Ash does, wanting to reach that same state of power and exercise complete control over it. He also feels blame towards himself when he loses (especially since I think in both instances Grenin knocked out before Ash could or, as with the Sawyer battle, before they could even activate the change) and tends to immerse himself in his fustrations as a result.

In a way, both Ash and Greninja are mirrors, but they aren't perfect copies of each other. They will inevitably experience different emotions, see different things, react in different ways. We see this all the way at the start in EP 3 'A Battle of Aerial Mobility!' where Ash was focused on catching Fletchling to add to his team (on account of being fast) while Froakie wanted to beat it up for making Bonnie upset, and this is right after the last ep where Froakie chose Ash because of both of them being of the same mind in helping Pokemon and stopping bad guys. Ngl early eps do set up pretty well the whole 'aura/connection' thing that Greninja will eventually grow into - he derives his power through strong emotions. Most of the time the Bond is activated through their shared excitement in battle, and they tend to lose it because of some disconnect that they experience afterwards. Back to XYZ EP28 'Seeing the Forest for the Trees!', when they finally manage to break off the bond without any strain (after how many eps....), it is due to the relief of a job well done. Just,, look at this!!

Now that I think about it, XYZ EP25 'Championing a Research Battle!' is also a nice place to see a bit more Greninja imo. When they get into the transformation after a successful hit on Diantha's Gardevoir (a rare sight, considering it's a speedy one) (also, interesting moment to lock in), Ash tends to shout out 'stronger!' or some variation after every so moves. Greninja is also a lot more evocative through his movements, or at least it seems so to me, and he's very hands-on in-your-face with the battle, with many attacks coming after him closing the gap while running forward most of the time. A interesting part that I noted was this observation by Clemont in regards to Greninja and Gardevoir:

It's not just me, Greninja is actively more agressive with his moves during the Bond Phenomenon, or at least here in this situation, faced up against a Champion's Ace. Right after this Ash calls Greninja to go 'faster, faster!' and then Greninja lauches himself forward again, with the graph looking tighter and tighter (I wish I could gif it but it's so transparent lol). Even Clemont is surprised! It's the fact that looking at the graph and the actual battle itself, all those commands Ash keeps calling out (to go faster, to be stronger, more, more) is something that Greninja also echoes at the same time. Greninja also believes this and so reflects this change as the battle rages on.

It goes to the point beyond them summoning a massive Water Shuriken, it goes beyond managing to slam through a Mega Gardevoir's Shadow Ball, it even goes beyond the wavelengths as well...

Those wavelengths look like two seconds away from just being a straight line imo. And that begs the question, if them being 'more' means merging more and more to the point where each wave is barely indistinguishable from the other, then what does that leave them? Does that mean that Ash and Greninja as we know it will cease to be seperate entities in every sense of the word? Will they truly become one?

I guess this is all to say, I feel like Greninja never really let go of that pride that he had since he was a Froakie - he truly measures himself by his strength and the results that brings him (and others too). While a bit more pragmatic about than Ash (usually), he still feels losses just as keenly as him and tends to stew in them to his detriment. He also lusts for power too, being just as eager to tap into that potential as Ash; not just for the sake of it, but in the service of others such as helping others in need (or at least it used to, until they both got lost in the greed and the rush in the Snowbelle arc). Greninja probably assumes he's the one with the biggest slice of the burden regarding the transformation because he is the one with the potential in the first place, but in the end it is a bond. It goes both ways. And it will take a lot for these two to realise that.

Maybe therein lies the journey, to learn how to share responsibility.

[ashton-1234]

THIS MY FIRST POKEMON X POKEMOM READER

Pokémon x and y Z series 

(Greninja x greninja reader) 

Pokémon speaks - ‘…’

Human speaks- “…”

Narrator- (…)

Me- *…*

Warning: this is a female reader and I will add my oc based off Furina but doesn’t have her powers and this is long so yeah enjoy:)

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Fem! Greninja pov:

How did I get here?!

I thought they were going to help me but they are using me as a weapon!!

I have to get out of here!!!

Fem!greninja was running away from team flare as houndooms was chasing her but the houndooms was slow but then Celosia used her pokemon Manectric to use thunderbolt

” Right you wanna run fine then let’s play Manectric use thunderbolt” she said as Manectric used thunderbolt which did some damage on fem!greninja * Don’t ask why* and then it fell off the tree but then fem!greninja use something to make smoke and then disappear which make Celosia mad” Grrr that damn thing but don’t worry I will find you soon as she finds you” she said as she laughed.

 No ones pov:

(As our heroes travel to get to snowbell gym to get ash 8th gym badge they took a little break but later realized that they will find a new Pokémon but the same one) 

*Sorry Im doing the best I can on what the narrator said in the real show but this is my episode so yeah*

“Alright greninja you are doing great” Ash said as he was training with Greninja

‘Greninja’ Greninja said as he was also proud of the hard work the two did together’ That was nice Greninja” Pikachu said to Greninja’ Thanks Pikachu you did great too mmm’ Greninja said to pikachu as he sensed something in the bushes” Is something wrong ash” Clemont said as he looked at ash with a confused look when Greninja was looking at a bush” I don’t know clemont maybe something is coming” ash said as he didn’t know either. Then there was an greninja injured which made everyone shocked from the injuries and then the Greninja passed out from all the running and injuries” Ah clemont do something” Bonnie said as she was worried for the Greninja *btw fem!Greninja is a shiny one cuz like I said it my rights* “Right I think I have something for it” Clemont said as he went through his backpack and found bandages and a spray bottle for healing Pokémon. 

After some times the fem!Greninja was healed up but was resting for the night. Ash and his friends were looking at it “ What type of greninja is that?” Serena said as she was worried for the fem!Greninja as clemont was trying to figure it out what it is” I don’t know what is it but there is a near Pokémon center around the woods so I think we can go to the Pokémon center there.” Clemont said as he looked at his friends” Right so we have to get it to nurse joy” Ash said as Serena took out her phone thing* I have no idea what it is called* “ The Pokémon center isn’t that far away it four miles away from here so let’s go before it is dawn.” “ Right” The three friends said as ash told Greninja to care the fem!greninja” Greninja can you care the other greninja” ash said as Greninja nods as he pick up fem!Greninja and they walked on the woods to the Pokémon center ‘This greninja looks like me but different colors I wonder what it can do’ Greninja said in his thoughts and wonders what can this greninja can do.

*after some time they made it to the Pokémon center*

“ Hey nurse joy” Ash said as nurse joy looked at him” Oh hey ash oh is that an injured greninja?” Nurse joy that as she looked at the poor injured Pokémon in greninja arms ” Yes can you help it” Ash said as he was worried for fem!greninja “ Yes I can may I greninja” Nurse joy said as greninja nods” Okay wiggle tough you take care of this greninja okay” She said as wiggle tough took the fem!Greninja to a room” So do you know what type of greninja is it” Bonnie said as nurse joy nods” Yes it is a female greninja but it’s a shiny one and I have never seen one before” Nurse joy said as the others look surprise “ What it is a shiny that is incredible” Clemont said as he was fantastic by the looks of it” Usually shiny froakies are very very rare to find but a female one is very rare too how did you guys found it?” Nurse joy said “ Well we found it in the woods and it crawled out of a bush and then passed out for some reason” ash said as nurse joy nods at ash” I see I can see what I can do with it” Nurse joy said  as she left to help wiggle tough.

Fem!Greninja woke up and sees wiggle tough ‘Oh you are awake good how do you feel?’ She said as fem!Greninja looked at her’ I feel alright but still feel pain in my chest’ fem!Greninja said as wiggle tough nods then nurse joy came in and fem!greninja was scared a bit cuz she thinks that nurse joy was going to hurt it” Oh don’t worry I won’t hurt you okay I am here to help “ Nurse joy said as fem!Greninja nods” Okay you look fine but you will have to stay here for a while but don’t worry you will be okay in my care okay” Nurse joy smiled as fem!Greninja can relax for a bit.

*Now back to ash and the others*

“Ash is that you” A familiar voice said as ash look behind him” Oh Furina is that you” Ash said as he was happy to see Furina again” Hey long time no see bud” Furina said as the others looked at her to see her again” Hey Furina we missed you” Bonnie said as she hugged Furina” Bonnie be nice to her” clemont said as Furina smiled “ Hey Bon-bon I’ve missed you too well all of you guys it nice to see you oh and guess what i catch an eevee” Furina said as her eevee came out ‘ Hi!’ Eevee said as she was happy to see everyone “ Awww it such a cutie” Bonnie said as eevee went up to her nuzzling her” Hey eevee calm down I am so sorry Bon- bon for eevee actions” Furina said as she pick up eevee” Oh it’s fine” Bonnie said as she smiled” So when did you catch it” Ash said as Furina looked at him” Oh I found him in the woods as i was walking in the same woods” Furina said as she smiled” Wow that nice to hear so what do you think it will envole into Furina” Serena said as she look at Furina” Oh I was hoping for a veporen but if I find a keystone for water type Pokémon’s then I am going to be happy” Furina said “ Oh gosh you and your water type pokemon” ash said as Furina looked at him” Say why are you guys are here” “ Well a greninja was injured so we came here tot he Pokémon center” ash said as Furina was surprised “ Woah you catch another greninja that amazing but it is a female for a male cuz you know~” Furina said as she looked at ash’s greninja as Greninja blushed’ Hey I don’t like her like that’ Greninja said as the others laughed’ Someone is in love’ eevee said as she and pikachu laughed at greninja “ so when can I meet this greninja” Furina said” Oh I don’t know but you are welcome to stay here to see it” clemont said as Furina smiles” Oh yeah also can I meet all of you guys pokemon I want your Pokémon’s to meet eevee and my pokemon since you haven’t since my other Pokemon.” Furina said as they nods “ Of course come on out everyone” Ash took out his pokemon then Serena’s and then clemont then Bonnie took out denena and squishy “ Alright new Pokémon’s that is awesome okay my friends come on out” Furina said as she took out her pokemon.

*okay here is Furina’s team

Seadra 

Gyarados

Dragonair

dragonite* cuz with the water gun but it is not a water type pokemon*

And then a eevee *

“ Wow I see you have a great team “ Bonnie said as she petted dragonair “ Yup it was hard to keep them in place with my performance but we got it covered” Furina said as she smiled confident “ anyways you guys go have fun with new friends okay” Furina said as her pokemon went to the other pokemon as they talked for a while’ so you guys are Furina pokemon right’ Talonflame said as he looked at the new pokemon ‘ Yes we are we have been performing with Furina when she caught us but not all of us can perform with her’ Gyarados said as talonflame nods’ So what you guys do for fun’ Chespin said’ We don’t really do anything fun since we have training and performing to do but as gara gara said not all of us perform so the ones who doesn’t perform can train with furina’s mentor Neuvillette’ dragonair said as chespin was shocked ‘ SO YOU DID NOTHING THAT IS FUN- ow’ chespin said as he got hit by pihacku ‘ no yelling Chespin remember what you did to the other eevee that Serena had’ ‘ Right I am sorry’ ‘ Chespin said as he apologized to the new pokemon he met’ It’s alright but I have to say who is the Greninja that our trainers were talking about?’ Dragonite said as he heard the conversation of the trainers’ Oh my trainer and his friends found her when she came out of the bush and then passed out’ Greninja said as eevee smirked’ But I think someone is in love with that fem! Greninja ‘ eevee said as she was teasing Greninja as he blushed ‘ For the last time I am not in love with the Greninja-‘ he got interrupted from a sound which means the fem!Greninja is ready to go” The fem! Greninja is now healed up” Nurse joy said as ash and his friends were happy “ finally hey Greninja you alright” Ash said as he looked at the fem!Greninja who nods “ Woah you are absolutely beautiful!!!!” Furina said as she looked at the fem!grenina” Oh my gosh my name is Furina and I am going to call you yn *I have no idea what to name the fem!Greninja so you guys decide* “ Furina said as she gave the fem!Greninja a nickname “ Yn sounds nice Furina you are good at nicknames” Serena said as Furina smile “ Thank you Serena” Furina said as Serena smiled” Your welcome”.

After a while in the Pokémon center ash and Furina were going to battle “ Hey Furina want to battle I know you want to fight don’t you” Ash said as Furina smirked” Of course let go now bud” Furina said as she and ash went outside “ Alright this is a 1v1 battle each trainer will choose one pokemon if the pokemon is unable to battle then the trainer wins” Clemont said as Furina and smiled” Alright pikachu I choose you” ash choose pikachu ‘ Alright’ Pikachu said as Furina smiled” Alright then eevee I choose you” Furina said as eevee came out of her pokeball “ Wait are you sure Furina you can always change your pokemon “ Bonnie said” Don’t worry Bon-bon my eevee will win this battle weather ash likes it or not” Furina said as she wants eevee a chance to battle other Pokémon’s ‘ Don’t worry eevee you can do this’ Seadra said as eevee looked at her ‘ Thanks sea I will need it” eevee said “ Alright then let the battle begin” clemont said as they starts battling.

“ Alright Pikachu use quick attack “ ash said as Pikachu did” Eevee dodge it and then use swift” Furina said as eevee dodge it and then used swift” Pikachu use  Electro Ball” ash said as Pikachu did it and it made a explosion “ Alright ash your Pikachu has grown stronger” “ Your eevee is stronger too but we are not giving up now use tackle-“ then a net went to eevee and Pikachu ‘Ahh’ everyone was shocked “ EEVEE!!” Furina said “ Alright who are you” *Too lazy to introduce the team rocket* “ Team rocket I should of known “ Ash said as he was angry “ Oh what’s wrong already miss Pikachu but don’t worry we can take care of it and eevee too” meothw said” So quit your whining and let us do our job but I have to say this eevee of your is pretty strong perfect for our team- Hey what was that for” Jessie said as a water gun cut the net open as eevee and Pikachu was free” Now it’s very rude to take other pokemon without their permission right so why don’t you just go away please” Furima said as team rocket was getting mad” You don’t tell us what to do Gourgeist use shadow ball” “ Inkay use side beam “ Jessie and James took out their pokemon and they did it” Dragonite use flamethrower and seadra use Poison Point” Furina said as they did it which stop the other two pokemon “ Hey” Jessie said” Now let’s finish this performance Dragonair use Draco Meteor and eevee use swift combined together “ Furina said as they did which took out the team rocket”Oh that was a good performance don’t you think James” “ Yes that was “ “ Next time we will stop you and get pikachu but” “WE ARE BLASTING OFF AGAIN!!!” They said as they went into the sky” Woah Furina that was awesome” Ash said as Furina smiled” Thanks sorry about not finishing the battle but we have next time right?” “ Yes we do and I can’t wait” they both shake hands.

(As yn was healed and Furina came back to the heroes and what will happen to yn and Greninja the future lays as the journey continues)

This was actually good Thank you for all the support and love from you guys and I hope you like it

Bye~