#non binary sun

[yaneu]

☆﹕non binary sun flag .ᐟ

a flag for enbies that are the sun or whose identity is connected with being the sun ^^

[gummy22]

Can someone explain to me why so many enbys (including myself) LATCHED onto sun and moon bc holy hell what chemicals did they put into those two it was like on sight for all of us????

[piowasthere]

'i like women!' he yells when none of his crushes r even female smh IN VRCHAT

there was this little moment in the Date, Merry, Kill ep where he yelled that and this was what immediately came to my mind and never left so i finally got around to making it kekw

this is also your annual reminder that Gemini is enby, and we should respect that and give more love to enby characters😊❤️✨

anyway alts under

the only reason i even included the VRC thing is cuz the structure of this ended up looking way too much like a thumbnail lmaoo

[valentimmy]

finished the sunburnt sephiroth doodles months later

[meirimerens]

don't remember when where or how I read an interrogation about how blood could still be given to the earth and that human sacrifices would be needed to keep the herbs growing (likely paraphrasing because as mentioned above i don't rember💀) but I've always thought [regardless of if the narrative is based enough to mean it] that

menstrual blood. evident to me at least.

[iwannascreameurekaa]

I know like four non binary characters in media and two of them are from pjo

[crownedvoid]

Oblivion my skull dog sona ✨

(Any pronouns) ☀️💀🖤

[gummysunnybear]

*pushes my transfem sun headcanons onto the table*

I would like to show you this very wonderful headcanon I have!

*slowly pushes my transfem nebula headcanon next to it*

This too! :3

*pushes my nonbinary Taurus headcanon above the two others*

And this :>

*slowly pushes all my headcanons onto the table*

I wish to share these :D

[bagerfluff]

Espeon & Umbreon: Matchmakers Supreme

Aged Up Gladion x Non-Binary Reader

Prompt - Confessions

“Not again”, you sighed.

You glanced down at your Espeon as they rubbed themselves against an Umbreon. This was the fifth time this had happened and it was only Wednesday. You knew this Umbreon, it belongs to a trainer that you might have a little crush on.

You’ve seen him training at the beach. You never got the courage to talk to him. The first time you even talked to him was because your Espeon had run up to his Umbreon.

Unlike you, Espeon has more than enough courage. You had really tried to confess, but you never did. He was so cool and a little weird but you liked him. So you stared at the two Pokémon as they cuddled with each other, waiting for him to come.

“Umbreon?” You looked up at the voice to see him, Gladion, that was his name. Standing at the edge of the forest. Gladion looked as amused as you did, which was not amused at all. “Hey Gladion”, you said.

Trying to keep the blushing down.

Gladion didn’t look at you, just at the two Pokémon. Next to Gladion was his Lycanroc. The Lycanroc looked a little more amused than the two of you. “So how was your day?” You asked, knowing that it could be a while till the Pokémon wanted to leave.

“Good”, Gladion deadpanned. That was all you ever got. You wanted to get to know him better but he never talked to you. You were starting to give up. You didn’t speak for the rest of the encounter. Just waited till Espeon walked back to your side.

You said goodbye and left. You sped walked away till you were sure that Gladion couldn’t hear you. “Damn it”, you said. You were angry that you didn’t say anything. You should have at least asked to have a battle. You didn’t want to admit it but you watched Gladion when he trained.

Gladion was a really powerful trainer.

Plus, you wanted to know the name of the other Pokémon he had. You had never seen it and even the Pokedex didn’t know. You sighed and sat down at a bench that seemed to appear at the perfect time. Espeon jumped up on the bench and looked at you with a sad face.

You glanced over at them and petted their head. “Are you doing this on purpose?” You asked and Espeon smiled. You shook your head. You placed your arms on your legs and looked down at the floor. You sighed again and closed your eyes.

Why couldn’t you confess? You’ve done it before and have gotten rejected before. You weren’t that scared of being rejected. Maybe it was because you thought Gladion was really good looking.

Maybe you were deeper than you thought?

Unbeknownst to you, Gladion was having the same problem.

He had walked back to the beach where he was training but he didn’t start training again. He just sat down and stared at the sand. His face was a little red and he was glaring at nothing. Gladion thought you were good looking too.

But Gladion had no idea how to tell you or what to do with his feelings. This was all too confusing and new for Gladion. So Gladion didn’t do anything. He didn’t talk when he saw you. He didn’t look at you. And he didn’t say anything when he saw you watching him while he was training.

Gladion had no idea what to do.

It made him angry. You always smiled at him and made a point to talk to him. Gladion never responded with more than one word answer but you never stopped. Every time you smile it makes Gladion red in the face. You two weren’t even really friends.

You two have seen each other around. You were also trying to complete all of the Island Challenges. But that was it. Gladion had always found you interesting. He just didn’t know it meant he liked you until he talked to you for the first time.

The first time Umbreon and Espeon took a liking to each other. Gladion wanted to avoid you, avoid his feelings but with Umbreon always finding you and your Espeon. Gladion looked out onto the sea. The waves splashed against the shore line.

Washing Pokémon onto the beach every once and a while. Gladion watched this and let out a sigh. Umbreon was watching all of this. Umbreon knew that their trainer had a crush. They wanted Gladion to confesses but Gladion was a bit stubborn. So without Gladion realizing.

Umbreon left to find Espeon, and you.

You were still sitting on the bench questioning your life when you heard Espeon jump off the bench. You glanced up to see Umbreon standing in front of Espeon. Your eyes widened and you jumped off the bench.

They were talking to each other and you could see worry on Umbreon's face. “Wha-”, you couldn’t finish your question before both of the Pokémon took off running. You ran after them yelling at them to slow down.

You ran with them though the town, through the forest, and eventually to the beach. When you got to the beach you stopped moving but Espeon and Umbreon didn’t. They kept running all the way to Gladion.

Who was sitting near the shore line. You only saw his back but you could tell that he was staring out onto the sea. Why did Umbreon go to you? Why did Espeon follow? Why did you follow? You watched in silence as Espeon and Umbreon walked up next to Gladion.

Umbreon on the right and Espeon on the left. Gladion noticed Umbreon first and turned his head to look at them. You couldn’t hear what he was saying but you could see his mouth moving. Umbreon gestures to Gladion’s other side so Gladion looked to his other side.

The minute Gladion saw Espeon he looked around till he saw you standing where the forest met the beach. You both looked at each other. Gladion got up and Espeon ran back to you.

They walked behind you and started to hit your legs with their head. It didn’t hurt but it was prominent enough that it pushed you forward. “Hey hey hey”, you said while looking at Espeon.

When you looked up you saw that Umbreon was doing the same thing to Gladion. Gladion looked as amused as you. Once you and Gladion were only a few feet away from each other that’s when they stopped.

Espeon and Umbreon stopped pushing you two but they had a look on their faces. You couldn’t place it but you knew what Espeon was trying to tell you.

Confess.

You sighed. You regretted ranting to Espeon about your crush on Gladion. You looked up from Espeon to see Gladion looking at Umbreon. You suddenly got cold feet. You were scared and nervous. “Hey Gladion”, you said, trying to break the tension.

“Hey”, Gladion said back and that made you clench your fist. You should get this other with. Gladion was thinking the opposite. He wanted to run. He wanted to get out of here. He was blushing when he first saw you.

Gladion was right now glaring at Umbreon.

He knew what Umbreon was trying to do, and he hated it. Both Espeon and Umbreon shoved their heads against the both of you again. This pushed you and Gladion closer, so close that you were sharing air when you breathed.

You both looked up at the same time and both of you blushed. You were looking right into Gladion's eye, those bangs looked annoying. Gladion’s eyes looked beautiful though.

A shining green that puts emeralds to shame.

But you wanted to look into both of Gladion’s eyes. So you did. You had no idea what came over you but you reached up and brushed Gladion’s bangs out of his face. You held them out of the way and looked into both of his eyes.

You noticed Gladion’s blush spread to his ears. It looked cute. Gladion didn’t protest what you were doing but you felt him tense. So you drew your hands away and let the bangs fall back. “I like you”, you said.

They came out of nowhere but they were perfect. Gladion blushed more and looked away so you couldn’t see it. Gladion stumbled over words but you knew what he was trying to say. You understood why Gladion never looked at you or talked to you. And you had Umbreon and Espeon to thank for that. 

“It’s okay”, you smiled at Gladion, “I know”

[moodymisty]

I hate that most 40k nsfw art is like "Look at this thick woman with huge bazookas!!" and it's always either a Sister of Battle, a Tau, an Eldar or, a bit newer but rarer, a genderbent Primach.

I am all for these kind of stuff, but sexualise the men too!

A fire caste tau male? Sexualise his ass!

Any kind of Eldar race? Sexualise the males!

A powerful commissar/guardsman? Sexualise their asses!!

A big, strong Space Marine? I beg of you, sexualise him!

A bigger, stronger daddy Primarch? Please, please I want to see a horsecock!

I know that most of the community are straight men, but include the others too! 😭😭 I am tired to write and read smut, I want to look at something too

that sentence about the primarchs lmao i'm fuckign dying

daddy kink primarch content coming right up XD

But yeah, it is nice for us to have our space to sexualize our preferred characters, especially since men tend to think that women and just in general non-straight cis people interacting with something devalues that product.

[isabela-merceds]

Trans women were never women you delusional fuck.

[clavis-est-ad-solem]

Something fast while I was breathing salt

So yep, look at my cats

[cla-oh]

A little moments between Pierrots 🫣

[syncopein3d]

Left Alone 14: His Eyes Have All The Seeming

Tropes/content warnings: M for mature themes overall. Tropes/content warnings: vampire whumpee/caretaker, male whumpee/caretaker, non-binary whumpee/caretaker, morbidity or thoughts of death. There will be a lot of play with, and discussion of, the concept of consent in this series, as it applies to many topics. Mostly we're talking about consent to be bitten, but being bitten in this universe varies from "mild discomfort" through "multiple climaxes" and I don't know where the story will end up yet, so I think it's important to be clear.

In this episode: possession by a spirit, bloody non-fatal injuries, vampire sun damage or sunburn, exhaustion, fainting/loss of consciousness from injuries, choking, threats of death, TW for Latin scholars who can tell how bad the translation is.

If you would like to be added to, or removed from, the tag list of this series, please let me know!

Part 13: Cabin

“Tolly. Tolly, hey.” Someone was shaking his shoulder, familiar heartbeat loud and excited in his ears. Tolly tried to ignore it for a while. His body felt made of lead, which meant it was still daylight. But the irritating voice did not stop, so at last he unzipped the sleeping bag and crept out from inside it and halfway out from under the covers.

“Arden, it is day. I trust this is important,” Tolly said. He leaned on his elbow as he regarded Arden, who now sat on the edge of his bed in the cabin instead of their own. Their hair was wildly disarranged, which he hoped meant they had at least gotten some sleep today. He couldn’t help noticing that even now they hadn’t said wake up, which would have compelled him to obey.

“It’s important. There’s letters carved around the ruby in Latin or something,” Arden said. “I can’t read them. Can you?”

They thrust their hand under his nose. Tolly caught at their wrist – warm, delectable, pulsing beneath his fingers – and looked at the ring, trying to focus on it. A faint burning on his face and shoulder drew his attention to the window. The room’s curtains were shut, but there was still a pale, painful glow around their edges. Even looking at it stung his eyes. He looked quickly back at the ring.

Around the edge of the ten-carat star ruby, words were incised, tiny and finely carved into the gold.

“Yes, it’s Latin,” Tolly said.

“What’s it say?” Arden said.

“Hold still. Hold still, Arden.” His entire upper body was starting to hurt. The sun could easily get through his cotton shirt. He could see the flesh of his own hand turning red as he read aloud. “Pactum faciam in nomine - ” He cut off abruptly, letting go of Arden as he jerked back under the covers and sheets into merciful darkness.

“Are you okay? I closed the curtains,” Arden said.

“It’s an instruction for forming a – hhh – a pact with a spirit,” Black Tolly said from the safety of shadow, trying to keep the pain out of his voice. Everything in contact with his upper body hurt. “But there’s no name to summon them by. Nicholas would have left a name.”

“Damn. Tolly? You looked - ”

“It doesn’t hurt. I’m already healing.” The pain in his skin was rapidly fading. He could feel his blood being spent on it, but he had fed well. It wasn’t a problem. It probably wouldn’t even grow his hair back out. But it still felt like trying to think through mud, like looking at the world through molasses. The blankets felt like iron weighing on his shoulders.

“We’ll talk of it tonight. The sun is too heavy, Arden.” He slumped, face in the crook of his arm, and not even Arden’s worried voice could keep him from black sleep now.

When he woke again, his mind was clear.  Night had fallen. Something warm lay across his right wrist – familiar pulse – Arden’s hand. He lifted the covers and found Arden asleep, their breathing shallow and regular and extremely close because they were lying across his bed. Tolly regarded them as he lay on his side.

This is good. If they care for me, they will treat me better than he did.

I don’t deserve that. Nicholas understood me better than they do.

What choice do I have?

As he moved, they stirred, blinking in the dark. “Tolly? Are you back?”

“I’m back,” he said.

Arden fumbled for the lamp, giving Tolly enough warning to shield his eyes until they adjusted. “Are you all right? You scared me a little.”

“If I’m not ashed and scattered, I am not truly dead.” He slid out, eellike, as Arden sat up. “Worry about your own health, not your monster’s. Did you eat today?”

“I finished the Soylent and had another bar,” Arden said. “And I went and got a burger at the Lodge restaurant.”

Black Tolly warred with himself about whether to scold Arden for leaving without him or be glad they were at least eating. Finally, he settled on, “Good. Drink another Soylent, please, and we will discuss the ring.” He ran his hands over his head as he straightened away from the bed, standing in front of the treacherous curtains. His hair was still too short to be easily disarranged.

“You said it had a summoning ritual on it, but no name,” Arden said. “You don’t know the name of the spirit that Nicholas got power from?”

“No. He never said. So, he can’t have expected you to learn it from me,” Tolly said. “It must be somewhere else on the ring.” He considered. “He wouldn’t imperil your life by forcing you to remove it.”

The two of them stared closely at the ring for a while. Arden tilted it slowly to and fro in the lamplight.

“There’s something inside,” he said. “Something’s carved on the back of the stone inside the setting. Can you see it? It’s only visible if you tilt the ring just right.”

“Give me your hand again.” Tolly tipped the hand and ring very slowly, eye almost touching it, until the light hit just right in the red depths and he saw…

“Letters,” he said, letting go. “There is more than one language, but one is in Carolingian Miniscule. As few people who now exist understand a script used to write the Vulgate in only the earlier part of the thirteenth century, I have to assume it is meant for me. Of the others, one is in runes I can’t read, one is in a later Latin script, and one is in English. These preceding three are each marked with a small cross.”

“So what’s the final name?” Arden asked.

“Aeolus. Perhaps it is intended to summon the spirit.” He couldn’t keep doubt from his tone. Tolly was well aware of his ignorance in these matters, an ignorance cultivated by long centuries of carefully avoiding people he knew could end him, and Nicholas had very deliberately done nothing to dispel that.

“And it’ll teach me to cast spells? To defend myself?” Arden said.

“I don’t know,” Tolly said. “He must have thought so. Perhaps it is a familiar he has used himself.”

“It can’t hurt to try, right?” Arden said. “Worst case is that nothing happens.”

“I think we have little choice,” Tolly said. “The Silencer team were not able to cast violent spells. I’ve never had to face someone who could.”

“All right.” Arden sat up straighter, wiping at their eyes to get the cobwebs out. “Read me the Latin.”

“Pactum faciam in nominee illius qui hunc anulum non praecipere potest,” Black Tolly said. He paused every few words to let Arden repeat after him. Then, when he had come to the end, he said, “Now the name.”

“Aeolus?” Arden said.

The two of them sat looking at each other for a moment, Arden with one foot off the bed braced on the floor, Tolly standing opposite them.

“So what’s supposed to happen?” Arden asked. Before Tolly could answer, he saw them twitch, grabbing at the cheap headboard behind them. “The – the fuck is happening - ? Who are you?” They were staring at something, as if someone stood to Tolly’s right. When he turned his head, he saw nothing. There was no sound or scent of another person in the room.

“There’s no one else here,” Tolly said.

“He’s gone,” Arden said. “I don’t - ” They jerked violently, as if yanked by invisible strings. Tolly would have sworn they lifted completely from the bed for a second. “No, wait. You can’t - ” Their eyes rolled up into their skull, only white showing. Tolly dove in and grabbed at their arms to stop their head bouncing back against the wall. For a moment he thought they might be seizing.

“Arden? Arden, can you hear me?”

The tremors stopped. After a moment the eyes rolled back down, and Arden blinked up at him slowly.

“I’m not Arden.”

Tolly was violently yanked backwards and slammed into the floor. He was stunned to realize he couldn’t move. All of his great strength couldn’t lift one finger from the carpet. It was like being crushed by a giant fist. If he had needed to breathe, it would have been very difficult to do so. His bones creaked and the floorboards creaked under him.

A face hovered into his view. Now it was smiling, and not in the shy small way he had seen Arden smile. The wide, slightly distorted grin didn’t look right. It didn’t move the eyes, and the eyes didn’t blink.

“Well, that was more effortful than it should’ve been,” said the possessing spirit. The voice was forced into a lower pitch, rougher than Arden’s normal tone. A thin trickle of blood ran from one nostril.

“Let them go. The body isn’t yours, Aeolus,” Tolly said.

“Obviously it is,” said Aeolus, through Arden’s mouth. “It’s still weak, but I’ll soon see to that. Thinking he could fight me for it. Ha. Yes, idiot, I can hear you in there screaming THEY. I don’t care. The body’s mine now, and so are you, until I see fit to throw you Outside.”

Tolly, listening to this monologue, had never ceased straining against his bonds. He knew immediately when they started to weaken.

“Stop struggling,” Aeolus said immediately, head snapping around to look down at him there on the cabin floor. Tolly froze out of pure reflex. “That’s better. You’re a prisoner of Nicholas’ little toy, aren’t you?” He held up the ring to look at it, sniffing back more blood from Arden’s nose. “I watched everything he did, you know. That’s part of the pact. But why be a passenger when you can drive?”

He walked Arden’s body over to stand straddling Tolly, looking down.

“His eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,” said Aeolus. “Nicholas quoted that a great many times, looking at you. I see why.”

It was at this point that Tolly came off the floor so fast that his movement could not be tracked with the naked eye. His hand closed around Arden’s throat as he spun, and then he slammed Aeolus back into the wall by the door. Their feet – his feet – their feet barely touched the ground, scrabbling to keep him from being choked to death as Arden’s hands clawed at Tolly’s wrist.

“Let me go,” hissed Aeolus.

Tolly slapped him.

He was careful. He could’ve taken Arden’s head off. But he had been out of his prison for long enough to have rebalanced himself to his own strength, to the habit of lifetimes. Arden’s head rocked to the side, a red mark rising on their cheekbone.

“I take it you don’t truly hear the words of the invocation. You certainly didn’t stop to read the inscription yourself,” Tolly said. “Pactum faciam in nominee illius qui hunc anulum non praecipere potest. And you, Aeolus, cannot command this ring.”

“Let me GO,” Aeolus demanded again. Black Tolly slapped him back the other way.

“Let me go, or I’ll tear you to pieces!”

“Why don’t you, then?” Tolly asked. Aeolus’ eyes rolled upward again, and Tolly felt a sensation like knives cutting at his flesh, but now when he braced himself the bruising force could not pry his fingers from Arden’s throat. It was an exquisite agony, wounds opened all over his body as if slit by many little knives, but he remained. And blood gushed from Arden’s nose. The eyes came back down, furious, old eyes in a young face.

“Arden’s body isn’t accustomed to your power yet, is it?” Black Tolly said. “You’ve already spent what they can channel. And now you can’t stop me from drinking you dry.”

“He – they say you’ve been ordered not to kill them!”

“And so I have. But, as you’ve pointed out, you’re not Arden,” Black Tolly said. He leaned closer, grinning brightly so that Aeolus could see his fangs slide out of their sheaths in his gums, growing to a length unnatural in a living human being. “And I can do whatever I like to YOU, Aeolus. So, mark me well. You can remain where you are, and I will consume you. I’ve been desperately craving this blood from the instant I first scented it. I can barely contain myself. And now you’ve made me bleed.

“Or you can fall back to where you belong, and teach them and give them power in trade for sharing their senses. That is the pact. As long as Arden is in control, I can do no harm to this body I hold. I suggest you make your mind up very quickly. My thirst grows every second.”

Black Tolly leaned in very deliberately, ignoring the weak attempts to pull his fingers away, and ran his rough tongue over the blood that covered Arden’s lips and chin. Aeolus could see his eyes glaze with the intense pleasure it gave him, his grip starting to tighten as the giddy frisson rolled through every one of his senses. For that instant, he didn’t feel the pain of his wounds at all. For that instant, every single thing he had suffered over the last few seconds had been more than worth it.

“All right, all right! Stop!” Tolly came back to himself to find Aeolus suddenly limp in his grip, features slack, eyes half-open. He let go at once, jerking back in terror. Had he killed Arden after all?

 But no, he could hear a pulse thundering in his ears when he had none. The body crumpled in a heap in front of him was alive.

Now he felt the pain.

Tolly swayed, looking down at himself. Blood soaked his clothes in oblong patches where his skin had been slit. He felt the sting where the open air touched the cuts in his face and hands. He bled slowly, and the narrow wounds were already trying to close, but he could feel the loss of strength where blood had been lost, where blood was being spent to heal. His mouth felt dry. He fought down panic at the memory of his shriveled flesh inside the secret room, at every swallow scraping his throat.

He bent to seize Arden and carry them to the bath, before he should bleed on the cabin’s carpet, and there he slumped into the tub with them lying against his chest. He could see blood running down the drain between his bare feet. Some of it soaked into one of Arden’s white socks with their worn-down heels.

The sensation of a living body draped over his dead one was intoxicating. He could feel every small pulse. And that pleasure would become more painful every instant that his thirst was not sated. His canines refused to draw back on their own.

“Wake up. Please, Arden,” he said, and now he could not keep the exhaustion from his voice. “I can’t – I can’t bear this. I need you here.”

Part 15: Glass of Water

@fleur-a-whump, @bitchaknso, @valravnthefrenchie, @thewhumpcaretaker

[spacedem0n]

Moon 🌙 and sun ☀️ trope???

[bagerfluff]

Your Eyes Are Brighter Then Stars

Aged up Gladion x Non-Binary Reader

Prompt - Stargazing

You sat on a cliff.

Your feet were swinging back and forth off the ledge. You were looking onto the Horizon as the moon rose in the sky. Stars were shimmering and the moon was glowing over the ocean that was below the cliff.

The waves crashed against the cliff, the wind blew the leaves in the tree. The wind blew your hair and you loved it. Though as you glanced towards Gladion, who was sitting right next to you, he didn’t seem to like the wind.

It blew his bangs all over his face and he spent every few minutes moving it back. You found it funny and cute. You were hanging out with Gladion before he left to do his next Trial.

You missed hanging out with Gladion.

He was your best friend and maybe secret crush. But don’t tell him. He doesn’t need to know that. So you and him were star gazing. It was a peaceful and funny activity. Especially with the Alolan stars.

They shined brighter than any other stars. Well you didn’t know that, you’ve never left Alola. But you were that these stars were still some of the best. You spent time naming constellations that you saw while catching up with Gladion.

Gladion had some fun stories from his travels though all of the islands. It was kinda hard talking to Gladion. You really wanted to confess to him, you wanted to travel with him.

You missed talking with him, you missed having Pokemon Battles with him, you missed him. But Gladion wasn’t really focused on relationships.

So you kept it a secret from everyone. If other people knew, especially your guy friends, they would try to get you two together.

You didn’t want that.

If you got together with Gladion you wanted it to be because you did it. Not because you got locked in a closet or something. You looked up from the moon rising and looked at the sky. The stars shimmer, looking like lights in the sky.

Nothing was in the sky except the stars and the moon.

You were looking around the sky. Sometimes the stars left you mesmerized. You looked from the sky to Gladion. He was also looking at the sky. His side was turned to you so you were looking at his bangs.

But you still thought he looked good.

He was visibly relaxed and calm. You were happy that Gladion felt comfortable around you. Gladion was sitting the same way you were. With his legs hanging off the cliff. But they weren’t swinging back and forth like yours were.

When you looked over you caught the sight of your Pokémon. Your Pokémon seems to be cuddling with Gladion’s Umbreon.

It seems they have their relationship figured out. Meanwhile, you're blushing every time Gladion smiles.

Great.

You looked back at the sky, “you know”, Gladion looked at you when you spoke. “The stars sure are beautiful”, you looked over at Gladion.

You and Gladion made eye contact and you blushed slightly. You were happy that it was dark, Gladion couldn’t see your blush that well.

“But there nothing compared to the stars I see in your eyes”. You were looking at Gladion’s eyes when you said that. He really did have stars in his eyes. And they were more beautiful than any other star.

Gladion blushed deeper than you and turned away. He turned his head so all you could see were his bangs. This wasn't the first time you’ve flirted with Gladion. But so far he has yet to get the hint.

Gladion glared at the ground. Unbeknownst to you Gladion had a crush on you too. He just didn’t know what to do about it. Lillie knew but she kept it a secret, under her brother's request.

Gladion didn’t know what to do when you flirted with him. Did he flirt back? Can Gladion even flirt? Does he thank you? That just seems wrong. What was he supposed to do? Gladion didn’t know, so he did nothing.

Gladion just blushed and looked away.

By the time Gladion thought of something to do it was the wrong time. You looked at Gladion and glanced down. His hand was resting back side up on the ground. You moved your hand to rest yours on top of his.

You faltered but you did it.

You placed your hand on top of Gladion’s and linked your fingers around his hand. Gladion did the same, linking your hands.

Neither of you said anything.

But you looked back at the stars. They seemed dimmer after you saw Gladion’s eyes. Since you looked away, you missed Gladion looking at you.

With a small smile on his face.