#because he's playful and mischievous...this can be hard to tell at first haha

[hongnanglen-arina]

Good care | Hong Joshua

Genre: Fluff, implied smut

Pairing: Joshua x fem reader

Warnings: alcohol (:

Words: 2k

A/N: Hi there! This is my first drabble request. Sorry for taking so long but I recently changed jobs so.. yeah haha... but I had so much fun writing this :3 hope you like it! ♡

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“This is the last one.”

Joshua let his gaze travel through the room after placing the said box next to the others. After you two celebrated your marriage half a year ago, you found a perfect place and finally moved in together. It had enough space for the two of you to dive into your hobbies but also for future plans. Hearing his words, you walked out of the bedroom and into the living room where your husband was standing next to his friend.

Soonyoung was kind enough to help you with the moving. He joked that it would be a free workout and seeing how much both of them were sweating, it was true. Their shirts were soaked and you felt relieved that Joshua didn’t choose a white one because it would surely be see-through by now. As you passed by to reach the open kitchen area, he gave you a small peck on your cheek and let his fingers brush through his damp hair. 

“I’ll get you something refreshing to drink. Soonyoung, are you staying for dinner? I thought about ordering something since our fridge is empty except for drinks.”

You grabbed two cans of beer, giving one to your husband and earning another soft peck on your other cheek, causing you to smile sheepishly.

“Oh, that sounds nice but I have to decline. I have to prepare for the dance class tomorrow. Don’t wanna be laughed at by the kids, you know?”

“Didn’t you say earlier that you’ve already mastered the steps?”

“Well… a little more practice won’t hurt.” Soonyoung laughed and thanked you when you offered him the other can. 

Apparently both men were very thirsty because they finished their beer in seconds and it didn’t take long until Soonyoung said his goodbyes to you. Placing the empty cans on the kitchen counter, you looked up to see your husband close the apartment door and walking back to you.

“Is my little girl hungry?”

Snorting, you let him wrap his hands around your waist, placing your own on his chest and feeling the damp fabrics beneath your palms. “I’m not so little anymore, you know?”

Joshua poked your nose with his, a smile on his lips. “You will always be a little girl for me… my little girl.” He was about to kiss you when you turned your head to the side, grabbing your phone to order food and you suppressed your giggles when you heard him let out a soft whine.

“Hey, I’m hungry!” You said and couldn’t hide your grin as you saw his pout.

“I’m hungry, too.”

“See? Very good then. How about that family pizza we saw from the place downstairs?” You opened their website on your phone and felt Joshua move a little closer, nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck. “I’m not hungry for pizza, babe.”

“We can’t survive with just love. Humans need food also,” you giggle when his kisses started to tickle your sensitive skin. 

“But at our wedding, I swore to take good care of you always.”

“You always do, Shua.”

“But I need to do that now.”

“You can do it after the food.”

Joshua pulled back a little to face you, shaking his head no, the pout back on his lips so you gave him a quick peck. His satisfied noise changed to a whine when your lips left his again. He was so cute when he was needy.

“Say, are you drunk?” At your question, he shook his head no again, pointing at the empty cans behind him. “I only had one can, that’s not enough to knock me out. You should know that by now.”

Laughing, you showed him your tongue and wiggled your way out of his arms, his eyes followed you curiously. “Where are you going, babe?”

“Getting our food!”

“You ordered already?”

“Hahaha yes? You were too distracted to notice I guess.”

“Wait.” You stopped in your tracks and waited until Joshua was next to you, taking the keys out of your hands. “I will get the food, you can relax. Won’t be long.”

Opening your mouth to say something, you watched how he quickly got dressed and opened the apartment door, sending you a flying kiss before closing it behind him.

Blinking, you smiled to yourself. Such a gentleman.

While you waited for him to come back with the pizza, you put your clothes into the wardrobe in your bedroom, going through the stuff in your boxes. You lost track of time when suddenly the apartment door opened. “Your man is back with the food! Sorry for the wait but you sent me to get the food when they got your order seconds before. But that means, it’s hot. Just like me.”

Suppressing a laugh, you stood in the door to the living room, a can of beer in your hand which you opened after Joshua left, leaning against the frame as you looked at Joshua placing the pizza on the little coffee table, motioning to sit down and to join him on the floor. Smiling, you did as he told you but as he was opening the box, you crawled closer to him, one hand on his thigh as your lips were barely touching his ear. You could feel how Joshua’s body had stiffened, waiting for whatever you were about to do. You decided to tease him a little and let out a soft moan before saying, “Do you want more beer?”

You pulled back and met Joshua’s dark eyes, poking his inner cheek with his tongue. “You little vixen…”

“Is that a yes?” Not waiting for an answer, you got up with your almost empty can to get new ones, swaying your hips, well aware that your man was watching you.

When you sat down again, Joshua was leaning back on his hands, licking his lips. You opened both cans and placed them on the coffee table. It seemed like Joshua was thinking so you asked him.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Oh… nothing.” With a mischievous grin on his lips, he handed you one slice of pizza before taking one for himself. You were curious but the hunger was stronger so you started eating. You decided to ask him later. 

After a while you forgot the question as you two talked about the day and your future together. Each of you had the last slice of pizza in front of you, on the coffee table 4 empty cans of beer. Most of them were from Joshua. The warm feeling of the alcohol clouded your mind a little. You only had 2 cans while Joshua just emptied his 4th. Holding your 3rd beer, you felt Joshua’s hand carefully stroking over your blushed cheek.

“Now we can do whatever we want, whenever we want.. wherever we want…” You looked up from your food and to the man beside you who was winking at you. Giggling, you took your beer and drank from it, unable to stop smiling. This was exactly what you wanted, what you two have dreamt about for the past 3 years. It was a little difficult to have alone-time since you two were still living with your parents. So mostly you met up outside or at home whenever your parents weren’t there which made you feel like teenagers but you had no other choice. You couldn’t count how often you had rented a hotel room just to sate your needs.

But now you didn’t have to worry about it anymore. You had your own home.

“We should celebrate it, don’t you think?”

Lifting your can, you looked at him confused. “But aren’t we doing exactly that right now?”

Showing you his slightly red face, Joshua shook his head no at your words, moving a little closer to you. “I don’t mean that.”

He took the beer out of your hand and turned it around so he could take a sip. Your eyes automatically traveled lower and saw how he swallowed the alcohol, absentmindedly biting your bottom lip.

After Joshua placed the can on the table, he gave you his full attention again, brushing your hair behind your shoulder. “So now your cute little belly is full, time for dessert.” He started to kiss your exposed neck, making you giggle sheepishly.

“Shua…”

“Yeah?”

“Aren’t you tired from moving?”

“Not at all.”

A relatively hard suck just below your earlobe caused you to gasp out loud, holding onto his broad shoulder, feeling him smirk against your skin because of your reaction. 

“Your cute noises tell me that you want it too.”

The way he was talking proved that he was drunk. And a drunk Joshua always meant a sexy Joshua. Feeling his teeth graze along your neck and leave love marks on your shoulder and collarbone, you closed your eyes and bit down on your lip. The alcohol in your system combined with his slow and sensual treatment tried to trick you in believing that you were more than tipsy. 

“Shua…”

“My little girl likes it, mh?”

“Mmmh…” Your fingers were massaging his scalp while his lips were sucking at your skin, earning soft mewls from you.

“Should we take it to the couch? The floor is a little hard for what’s to come, don’t you think, babe?” Joshua placed a last kiss on your neck before looking into your eyes, his dark brown orbs hypnotizing you in an instant. His bedroom gaze sending shivers down your smile as he stroked your cheek again, admiring your blushed face. “You are so pretty.”

Normally, you would tease him for his slurred words as you found it funny but being with him like this in your first own apartment on your first day was different. His gaze dropped to your slightly opened mouth and he couldn’t stop himself from connecting his lips with yours for a passionate kiss. Exchanging moans while your tongues were fighting for dominance, you felt his big hand on the back of your head, deepening the kiss which slowly became messy. 

Your knee hit the coffee table, causing you to break the kiss and as your eyes lock, you two chuckled. “It’s time to change to the soft couch.” Sheepishly nodding at his suggestion, you slowly got up but had to help your husband. He surely had too many cans.

“Is dessert okay in your current state?” You giggled and he gave you a playful glare.

“Oh babe, I’m capable of so many more. Just you wait.”

His hands were everywhere on you on the short walk over to the couch and you almost missed out on when he removed his shirt, pulling you on top of him when you two flopped down on the soft furniture. 

Joshua grabbed your ass and instantly moved you against him, making you hiss into the kiss. “S-shua… let me get some blankets. I… don’t want to ruin our new couch on our first day.” You propped yourself up on his chest, watching him lick his lips and think for a second. 

“But come back quick. Your man is quite impatient.”

Nodding with a grin, you stood up and ran to the bedroom, opening a box where you thought you had seen blankets in before. You were lucky with the third box and took two of them back to the other room.

But when you arrived in front of Joshua, you saw him fast asleep, rolled to the side, even snoring slightly. You felt a little disappointed but understood. He carried all the heavy boxes all day long and was still so sweet and caring to you despite his exhaustion. And tomorrow you still had to rearrange some of the stuff.

This was the first day. You had so many more to come so you could call it a day and join him on the couch. Smiling, you gently placed Joshua’s head on a pillow which caused him to stir.

“Mmmh… y/n…” He turned around and opened his arms, eyes still closed as he waited.

Giggling, you unfolded the blankets and joined Joshua on the couch, covering the both of you under the soft fabrics.

He was fast in pulling you closer and against his chest, his hand lazily stroking your back.

You patted his head lightly. “Good night, Shua.”

[fredweesleyismyslut]

Love me not - Fred Weasley x reader

A/N: Hey guys!  I finished taking a midterm exam yesterday which I half studied for but hopefully I didn’t fail or I might just cry and dehydrate myself.  Anywho, a lovely person requested a jealous Fred Weasley smut and I really hope I delivered accordingly because my mind kept blanking as I was writing this haha.  Anyways, enjoy!!

You sat waiting for your boyfriend, Fred Weasley, to get out of class.  Waiting patiently you flipped through a book you were currently reading, half paying attention to the book and half paying attention to the awaiting sound of doors opening, you heard footsteps coming from your right.  The footsteps belonged to Cedric Diggory, one of your good friends from Hufflepuff.  He sat next to you and started talking, “What’s that book about?” he took it from your hands and started reading the summary.  “Rude!  I was about to explain it myself.”  He chuckled as he pushed your flailing arms away, “I decided to take it upon myself, you’d explain it in a weird way anyways and I’d end up having to read the summary.”  Huffing you slapped his shoulder, “What are you doing out here anyway?”  He smiled as he handed your book back, “Walking around, class was let out early.  You?”  Nodding your head towards the door you replied, “Fred, he has class.  We’re supposed to meet up and study together.”  “As if you’re actually going to study...not with him at least.” he chuckled softly.  “I always end up having to study later at night...not today though I’ll force his arse study if I have to.”  You nodded with determination in your eyes as Cedric burst out laughing, “As if that’ll happen!”  He pushed your hair away from your face and proceeded to flick your nose, “If you need help I’ll come study with you later, y/n.”  You nodded as you crinkled your nose, “Thanks that’d be great and you can bring Cho.”  He nodded wrapping his arm around your shoulders.  You were fine with Cedric’s skinship because you knew he only had platonic feelings for you and vice versa, however, there had been many times such as now where people would assume you two were together.  You heard hushed whispering from the corner, “Are those two dating?  Oh my, I can kinda see it though….they’re cute.” giggling from a group of first-year girls came around the corner as they eyed you, walking by, there had been multiple occasions where you had to shut down rumors that people had made between the two of you.  Hufflepuff’s golden boy and you, the outsider, but somehow fit well with the golden boy.  Rolling your eyes at the girl you stood up as the classroom door opened and Fred came rushing out, “Did you wait long y/n?”  “Nope, Cedric gave me company while I waited, although he was a rightful pain.”  Cedric laughed as he slapped your shoulder before giving Fred an acknowledging nod and walking off.  Fred knew the two of you were just friends and didn’t care, and for all, it counts the two of them were quite an unlikely pair of friends whenever you three hung out.  

The next couple of days went by in a flash as you were busy preparing for a test in potions, Snape already had it out for you since you were dating Fred so you didn’t want to make it any easier for him to take points from you.  You hadn’t heard the buzz of rumors going around until Fred came up to you, peacefully studying in an empty classroom, humming a song to yourself that you couldn’t seem to get out of your head.  “Can we talk?”  he asked, voice harsher than you were used to, so you agreed immediately.  “Is something wrong?”  you looked at him, worry creasing between your brows.  Fred instinctively brushed his fingers between your brows, “You’re gonna get worry lines if you keep doing that.”  He pulled his fingers away, “I-I trust you but I just wanted to make sure of something.”  You nodded, heart starting to accelerate with worry, you could feel the blood rushing in your ears as you waited.  A sigh escaped his lips before he questioned, “I’ve been hearing rumors, that I know aren’t true, but I just wanted to confirm it with you.  D-did Cedric kiss you a couple of days ago?”  At the question, you couldn’t help yourself as giggles escaped your lips, “And here I thought you were gonna tell me something serious like that you were dying or some shit.”  Fred’s cheeks brightened, almost as red as his hair, as he stuttered out, “I know it’s a stupid question but I-I just…”  You cut him off kissing his lips, “To answer your question, no he didn’t kiss me I’m quite sure he’s got it going well with Cho, and either way we’d both be grossed out by the idea of kissing each other.”  More giggles escaped your lips as a mischievous glint hit your eyes as you pushed Fred to the closed door, kissing him softly as you locked the door behind him,  “I promise you have nothing to worry about, Fred.  My heart is all yours...so let me show you.”  Fred bit his lips as his eyes lit with the playful fire he always had in them.  His hands danced across your neck as he pulled you in for another kiss, lips barely touching yours, his other hand ran down your arm before coming back up to play with the collar of your shirt.  You slowly unbuttoned your shirt, pulling away from his lips as you stared into his eyes, letting the shirt fall down your shoulders.  “Oh Merlin, you’re so beautiful.”  His eyes burned holes in your body as they moved across your body, hands pulling you closer before pulling your skirt down roughly.  “I swear Fred if you rip this one I’m gonna kill you.  It’s embarrassing whenever I have to get a new one and they wonder how I’m managing to rip so many skirts in one school year.”  Fred laughed as he pulled the rest of down gently, careful not to rip it, then proceeded to unbutton his own shirt as you got down to your knees.  Your hands idled up his legs as you pulled the buttons apart agonizingly slowly as you met Fred’s green eyes.  Pulling the pants down to his ankles you palmed him through his briefs before pulling those down too.  Tongue sliding up his length before you placed the tip in his mouth.  Relaxing your mouth you bobbed your head down the rest of his length, trying to not gag as it hit the back of your throat.  Deep, throaty moans escaped Fred’s mouth as his hips thrust forward instinctively, you gagged slightly as you moved your free hand down your body to your aching core.  Fred watched as his hand placed itself on the top of your head, gripping it ever so slightly that it pulled at your scalp, moaning around his length you ran your fingers through your wetness, fingers slicking as you pushed a couple in.  Fred seemed to lose control as his hips thrust more involuntarily, watching you finger yourself.  He pulled your mouth away from his length as he pulled you up, “I want to be inside you.”  His fingers ran over the cotton covering your slick, “God, you’re already so wet for me, aren’t you baby?”  Moaning at the contact you nodded as his hand gripped your hair.  His fingers pushed aside the cotton as he pushed his cock in, slowly filling you up as you adjusted to the length.  He gave a second before thrusting in, hitting you at exactly the right spot.  His hand placed over your mouth as he shushed you, “Quiet, or we’ll get spotted, don’t want that do we?”  You shook your head as you heard footsteps of other students walking outside.  His hips moved at a faster pace than before as his other hand circled and pinched at your clit.  Moans escaped your mouth, as the sound of his skin slapping on your resounded throughout the room.  The unholy noises were so loud in your ears, you wondered if anyone else was hearing this, the thought pushing you further.  “You like the idea of someone catching us don’t you?” Fred groaned out his breaths getting heavier and more uneven, along with his thrusts.  You replied with a long groan as your breath hitched when his he thrust especially rough, hands gripping your hips so hard you knew it would leave bruises.  He grabbed his tie from the floor and stuffed it in your mouth, “Any louder and we’ll have to stop.” he said in your ear, groaning softly at the feeling of you squeezing around his length as you reached your high, eyes rolling back and spit pooling in your mouth from the tie.  He grunted out breathily as he thrust his last few before reaching his high as well as you pulsated around his length, squeezing his cum out.  He rode out his high before pulling out, the liquid leaking out and dripping down your thighs.  The underwear snapped back into place as the liquid continued to pool inside the cotton.  “Maybe I should make more rumors with Cedric then we can do this more.  You’re cute when you’re jealous.”  Fred’s face brightened as he was catching his breath pulling his clothes on, “I wasn’t jealous…”  Chuckling you pulled your clothes up as well, “I love you, Fred Weasley and yes you were, it’s cute.”  Fred looked away cheeks flushed from the activity but also embarrassment, “I love you too, y/n.” he smiled cheekily at you as he replied, “If this is what I get for being jealous then maybe I will do it more often.”  Laughing you questioned seriously, “Do I have sex hair?  I told Cedric and Cho I’d study with them later.”  “Well, if I did my job correctly then yes.” he replied, as you punched his chest.  “I’m being serious, you dork.”  He patted your hair down and fixed it as best he could, before placing a kiss on your forehead.  You two walked out, playing innocent as you walked down the hall hand in hand meet your best friend, who unknowingly allowed you to have unbelievably hot sex with your boyfriend in a classroom. 

[winterskulleton]

A summer’s love pt1

I don’t know how many parts there will be, but I plan to write a few of my favorite scenes so you can expect a few :)

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“A changeling?” I repeated, bewildered. “Those are fairy tales, Robbie. They don’t exist in real life. Do you really believe in ghost stories at seventeen?”

My friend gave me a disappointed look.

“If changelings don’t exist, what is that?” As he talked, he pointed a finger up the stairs where my little brother’s room was situated, and in it, my brother himself. “Does your brother usually bite your ankles like that?” The red-head directed his hand toward my leg where the bandages were already bloody. Ethan had asked for food when I’d gotten back from school and when I had told him we should wait for mom, he had bitten me. He had never been that hostile before.

“I don’t believe you.” I crossed my arms over my chest.

“I don’t know what to tell you, dude.”

“Don’t call me dude.”

“Alright, bro.”

“That’s not any better.”

“Look,” he sighed, “that’s not your brother up there, Ash. And if it is, you can butter me up and stuff me in the oven. Oh, wait. That’s how to find out whether someone is a changeling or not!”

“I’m not putting my brother in the oven!” I jammed my finger against Rob’s chest before storming past him and up the stairs. I was going to prove to him my brother was normal. Maybe hungry, but normal nonetheless. Determined, I opened the door to Ethan’s room and stopped dead in my tracks.

Books and board games were scattered everywhere and the bed was undone. The blue pillowcase had been torn apart and a few feathers laid around it. The small lamp on his nightstand and been smashed on the ground, spreading shards of colorful glass in front of the bed from which came a ruffling sound. I bent down to peer under the bed. Ethan was crouched in the cramped space, growling and spitting at me.

“Ethan! Stop that right now.”

He grabbed the closest book he could find and threw it at my face. I ducked just in time but heard a yelp behind me. When I turned, Robbie was smoothing his shirt where the book had hit him.

“That little thing’s got strength,” he said in his usual playful tone. “Do you believe me now?” He raised an eyebrow at me.

I looked at Ethan, who was still snarling under his bed, and back at my friend. I observed him for a few seconds.

“How did you immediately know it was a changeling? There were other, more rational solutions.”

He smiled, and I knew something was wrong. His smile had an edge to it. A wild, dangerous side that sent a shiver down my spine. In the fifteen years I’d known him, he’d done some careless things, but never anything that would have intentionally put us in harm’s way. But the way he smiled made me believe that was about to change.

“I’m seriously surprised you didn’t put the clues together yet, princeling.”

“I told you to stop calling me that.” I had nothing of a prince. Princes live in castles and go to balls and marry gorgeous princesses. I lived on a farm in the middle of Louisiana, and I cried myself to sleep because I failed my math tests. “Now, answer me.”

“Do you remember in grade eight when Mrs. Moore made us read A Midsummer’s Night Dream?” I frowned. Why the hell was that relevant. “Do you remember how I knew every single line of one particular character?”

“Yes, I do. Come to the point.”

“Say my name.” His grin grew with every passing second.

“Robbie Goodfell…?” I said slowly.

“Now say the name of the character.”

“Robin Goodfell- Are you fucking kidding me!”

“Not at all,” he answered, trying to contain his giggling. “But watch your language, young man, there’s a child behind you.”

“You’re not… You can’t be the Robin Goodfellow, you’re seventeen!”

“Am I, though?”

“I’m pretty sure you are.”

“Look behind you.”

I turned toward Ethan’s destroyed room, expecting Robbie to point to my brother, but he didn’t. He raised his hand toward the bed and small pink flowers sprouted from the wooden bed frame. I watched, mesmerized, as the flowers blossomed. Ethan was too busy gnawing on a vine, like a cat does on electrical wires, to growl at us.

“Could a human do this?” He asked over my shoulder.

I wanted to say “Yes, that’s a thing every human does.” But it simply wasn’t possible! No one can make flowers grow out of furniture, human or not.

“Can a human do this?” I turned around just in time to see him disappear in a cloud of black feathers. I could make out a small form on the ground as the feathers fell down. Robbie was nowhere in sight. And then, out of the blue, the form lunged at my face. I raised my arms to protect myself but it was useless. The thing wasn’t after my eyes. A huge crow landed on top of my head, its claws gripping my hair tightly. I raised my eyes, trying not to move to not make the bird fall off. A shiny green eye stared back at me. The same shade of green as Robbie’s eyes.

“Get off me or I’ll smack you,” I threatened.

The bird flew off and retransformed into the familiar shape of my friend mid-air. He landed with his arms stretched like a magician finishing a card trick.

“Okay. Maybe you’re him,” I granted. “Now what? We have to get Ethan back.”

Robbie’s - well, Robin’s, apparently - smile disappeared.

“I think I know where your brother went.”

“Great. Where is he?”

Robin gave me a serious look like I’d never seen on him. He was always playing tricks on everyone as soon as he gets the chance. Seeing him so gloomy made me gulp.

“He’s in the Nevernever,” he explained. “The land of faeries.”

I was about to retort something about fairies but I’d seen my friend become a crow in front of me just a minute ago. And my ankle still hurt from Ethan’s bite. He was usually an angel, and no matter how hard I tried to convince myself, that thing under the bed wasn’t my brother. I took a deep breath and asked:

“How do we get there?”

“Oh, princeling. It’s not that easy,” he sighed dramatically, finding his mischievous smile once more. “But you’re lucky I’m your friend. First, you need a trod, a sort of door to get from one world to the other. Then, you need a faery, that’s where I come in. You see, humans can’t do it on their own.”

“Where can we find this… trod you’re talking about?” I asked.

“Once again, you’re in luck. I sense one right there.” He pointed into my brother’s room. More specifically, the closet.

“Fairies in the closet, haha, very funny.”

He snorted.

“Not that kind of fairies, Ash. But yeah, let’s go.” He grabbed my arm and dragged me into the room. As soon as we were in range, the changeling lunged on us. Robin shoved me aside and raised his foot to the creature’s forehead. It stopped moving as soon as my friend’s shoe touched it.

“Get in,” he said as he opened the closet door, not taking his eyes off my false brother. I did as he ordered. He joined me a few seconds after, slamming the door shut behind him.

“Phew, safe at last,” he joked, inches away from my face.

“Where’s that trod?” I asked. I hated small spaces.

“It should be somewhere around here…” He pushed a few stuffed animals out of the way and ran his hands against the wall. A light shone out of the wall in a rectangle shape where there was previously nothing.  “Oh, oh, oh, there you are.”

Robin knocked three times, and a doorknob appeared. He turned toward me, serious again.

“Before we do this, I need you to know something. Once we pass the trod, there’s no going back for you. You’ll be able to see them, and they’ll be able to see you. They won’t leave you alone. Ever. We can still go back, you can pretend your brother has always been like that, that I’m just a normal human boy and that nothing weird ever happens to you.”

“No.” That was out of the question. I couldn’t care less what faeries would do to me. “I need to get the real Ethan back home.”

He looked at me solemnly before opening the door. A bright golden light lit up the whole closet.

“After you,” he said with a wink.

[loveafterthefact]

Love After the Fact Chapter 57: Wasting Time with a New Friend

Lotor makes some new friends. Together, they discover that word of Lance and Keith's union has reached video game developers in the worst, best way.

Featuring Leakira in the role of comic relief (Not to offend Leakira fans, this is meant to be a fun, happy place. I just thought it might be funny little detail) XD

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Lotor finds them sleeping in a hallway. A much-needed distraction.

More specifically, it’s an adolescent Olkari with orange feelers, dressed in green and white garb stained with red dust. They’re incredibly small, even for a smaller species. Pretty adorable, like a wolf cub.

So obviously he nudges them with his foot.

“Can I help you?” the kit growls, amber eyes glaring up at him.

“You’re sleeping in a hallway.”

“And? What’s your point?”

“... You know what? I’m not really sure.”

With a groan, the kit sits up, tugging on their feelers. “So what are you up to, Mr. Prince?”

“Oh not much. Wandering around, looking for trouble.” He’s actually looking for a distraction, but that’s almost the same thing as trouble.

“Trouble, huh?” The Olkari smirks. “I’m Pidge. Lance’s resident tech genius and vent crawler- I mean spy.”

“Ah-haha, I see. You’re one of his ‘associates’.” Lotor grins, helps Pidge to their feet.

“Yes. Working for Lance usually involves some level of trouble. What are the princes up to today, anyway?”

“Lance is with Allura. She’s having a hard morning. Keith is with Thace, our emergency medic and reproductive specialist.”

“Oh, really? Making sure his junk works?”

“That’s the idea. Why?”

“It’d be awesome to have some dirt on Keith. He’s just so perfect.” Pidge skips down the hallway, a curious prince following behind them. “The worst thing he’s done is drink a bit too much, find his happy place at a party, and get really snuggly with Lance.”

Following Pidge into what should have been an old, empty storeroom, Lotor’s eyes widen in surprise. The typically ignored room is set up with monitors and a work table covered with Balmeran crystals and a few other tools.

“Where did you get some of these tools?” he asks, eyeing a choice laser of Galra design.

“I crawled through the tunnels underneath the actual labs and stole them. I’m welcome in the labs, of course. I just don’t want to share my work with them. The field of science is rife with thieves.”

“You found the tunnels already?” Lotor stares. There are tunnels all under the mountain, his ancestors making the massive peak into an insect hive. There are escape tunnels and hidden caches and underground pools and even a forge made of volcanic glass that he discovered as a small boy.

He still likes to go down there on the rare occasion he can find the time. Someday, he’ll take his children down there, and tell them all about the stories carved into the ancient walls.

“Yep! Anyway, let’s see if I can hack into Thace’s equipment. And by that I mean give me like, thirty ticks because I can definitely do it.” While Pidge types away on their computer, Lotor sits himself on the floor, eyeing a faint square cut into the stone. Most people don’t notice, don’t know to look for the fine edges carved into the floor. “Ooh… Interesting.”

“What’s interesting?” Lotor asks. “Is Keith okay?”

“You really care for him, don’t you?” Amber eyes smile at him, intuitive.

“Of course I do! He’s my cousin! And my friend!” And he has more than his fair share of health problems. Lotor himself was not a healthy kit, so he understands the worries that his cousin might have.

“Aw-w. You’re just a big ol’ sweetheart, aren’t ya?” Pidge turns back to their computer. “What’s interesting is that Keith is… surprisingly healthy. His weight and body mass index are good… Thace is optimistic about a successful pregnancy.”

“Why is that interesting?” Lotor scratches his head, frowning a little.

“Because our boys requested contraceptives, probably due to health concerns.”

“Miscarriage risks are higher for him. That’s partially due to his sex, and partially due to his condition. Do you think they’ll use contraceptives?”

“Pfft. No. They’re young, they’re stupid, and they both want pups. I doubt Lance can keep it in his pants.”

“What about Keith?”

“He’s shy.” Pidge shrugs like that explains everything. It kind of does. Keith’s priorities are probably more of the cuddling variety than the ‘aggressive hugging’ variety. “Can I have some of your blood?”

“Hm? Uh… How much blood?”

“I dunno. A few vials? Maybe I’ll swab your cheek too? It might help with my experiments.”

“And what might those be?”

“I’m trying to invent Altean-friendly prosthetics. It’s not going well. Alteans are stupid inside and out.” Pidge gathers their tools to stick him, and Lotor stares. This tiny little Olkari is far more than they appear. “Who do you think will kill Lance for getting Keith pregnant? Krolia or Shiro?”

But they're young, still playful and carefree.

“Hm… My money’s on Krolia. Or the creepy friend.”

“Adam? Oh, he’s softer than he looks. More likely he’ll live vicariously through their children and terrorize anyone who tries to mess with them.” Pidge sticks a swab in his cheek as they fill a second vial with his blood. “Your fangs are adorable.”

“Thanks?” Lotor regards them. “So you do science, you do people… What don’t you do?”

“Relationships.” Pidge cleans the crook of his arm, bandaging the spot where they bled him. “And genders. Those are for more primitive individuals.”

Lotor laughs. “More highly evolved, are you?”

“Exactly. Unlike Alteans. Stupid, scaley assholes with stupid, cranky cells.”

“I don’t get it. What exactly is the problem?” Lotor peers over Pidge’s shoulder as they examine his cells under their microscope.

“Not sure, but Alteans have some odd properties that make their biology incompatible with metal, coral, bone, wood, and other prosthetic materials. When used, the Altean’s cells refuse to accept the forgein material, even if it’s biocompatible. Hence, their cells are stupid.”

“So it would seem. How are my cells?”

“Hm… I'll have to run some of my own, secret tests. I may try to culture your skin cells to figure out how it all works.”

“Have at it. Can I interest you in a secret?”

“Always!” The young Olkari’s eyes shine, eager to learn. To know. A person after his own heart.

“Most of Altea’s technology is rediscovered. Thousands of decaphoebs ago, there was what’s known as The Forgetting. The Altean’s powers were quite suddenly drastically altered, and their society descended into chaos. Much of their technology was lost, then rediscovered within the last few milophoebs.”

“No fucking way!”

“Way. This includes their lauded Teludav technology.”

“Those fakers! How have I not heard of this?”

“I know! It’s their best kept secret. Also, beneath Mount Sil’brana is a petrified forest.”

“Oh, that’s so cool!” Pidge makes a note on their datapad. “I wonder… I don’t know if I could interface with that or not. Probably not, since it’s no longer organic, but then again perhaps I could reach the echo?”

“Echo?”

“All organic life leaves behind an echo. Sometimes, I can reach that echo. I’d be great at solving murders!”

“Well, if ever I am murdered, do find my killer. I’m sure my wife would appreciate it.”

“Unless she did the murdering,” Pidge snickers.

“Some days, it wouldn’t surprise me at all. She’d say it’s my fault, but…”

“Pregnancy.”

“Yeah. How do you think Keith will be when he gets pregnant?”

“He’s relatively mild-mannered as long as Lance keeps him happy, so either unbelievably psychotic or unbearably sweet.”

“He is really sweet. I honestly didn’t expect it when he first arrived. Lance is a little… He’s reserved, but also high-strung at the same time?”

“He definitely can be. But he can also be very playful. Those two are either quiet and reserved together, or cutting up and goofing off together. But Lance is the high-strung one, for sure. Keith just wants to know whose head to crack open. Lance wants to know every single little detail about everything.”

“So he’s a control freak.”

“Little bit, yeah. We’ve all got our thing.” Pidge smiles. “But Lance gave me a home when mine was lost. He had no reason to do that. He didn’t know what I was capable of.”

“I had assumed you were on Altea for research?” Lotor's curious, but won't push.

“No. Though I do enjoy research. For example, I have the new Phantasm Killbot game. I just got to the first visual novel part where they introduce the characters and their little side plots and all. Wanna help me out? For research?” The Olkari holds up a controller.

“Yeah alright. Anything for research.” Lotor takes the controller, waits for the character introduction screen. He’s played this game before. “Player one… Leandro.”

“Player Two… Akira.”

The screen loads.

“Uh… That’s… Interesting. Is that- Does that look like Lance to you?” It really does, at least to Lotor. The only difference is that ‘Leandro’ has brown hair and his scales are a very pale blue.

“Wow, that’s weird. Okay. Let’s see where this goes- Oh my fuck, this is going to be good.”

Lotor can’t help but agree, staring at a screen of a smirking ‘Leandro’ lounging with a wide-eyed Galra presumably named ‘Akira’. The Galra has purple hair and golden irises, dressed in what might loosely be referred to as clothing.

It’s exceptionally weird, even weirder given that Akira is the name of Keith’s father, Lotor’s uncle.

“I cannot wait to tell my cousin about this,” Lotor breathes, coming to the realization of exactly what’s before him.

“Yes! We have to! Right now!” Pidge stands, tugs on his arm.

“Well, let’s not be too hasty.” Lotor stares at the screen, that mischievous part of his brain clicking and whirring. “I mean, we have to do our research, right?”

“You know…” Pidge taps their chin. “You might be onto something.”

“I mean it’s just courtesy, right? Making sure we can give them all the information we possibly can?”

“You’re absolutely right. Okay, so you get first choice for dialogue and it looks like Not-Keith has a prompt for us.”

“Oh, gods. Okay, I am so sorry, Keith… Let’s see, here.”

…

Akira: We can’t keep meeting like this. What if people find out?

Leandro: I’m a prince, my sweet. I do what I want.

Akira: But you could be killed!

Leandro: You’re worth dying for.

Leandro: It’s my fault, anyway. I just couldn’t resist you.

Akira: It’s not your fault. I let you have me.

Leandro: You should let me have you again.

Akira: Please… I need it…

*Kiss Passionately*

Leandro: Oh, my sweet. You’re in season!

Akira: Make love to me, and I will give you a son.

…

“I feel dirty,” Lotor mutters. “This is what’s passing for entertainment right now?”

“It’s so bad! I love it!” Pidge snickers.

“Lance is going to be mortified.”

“No, he won’t.” The two new friends turn to see Adam leaning in the doorway, smirking.

“And why, pray tell, is that?” Lotor asks, one eyebrow almost reaching his hairline.

“Lance is bigger than that. He’ll be filled with a sense of… well-being.”

“Oh, gross! Adam!” Pidge chucks a wrench at the Altean’s head, the trio laughing as he dodges, then retrieves it for them. “I don’t want to hear about my friend’s dick!”

“Am I wrong?”

“No, and I hate it.” Pidge drags Adam to the floor, sits in his lap. “Okay, you can help us. What should Leandro say next? ‘A daughter would be fine’ or ‘Honor me with the gift of your flesh’?”

“Who the quiznak wrote this?” Adam mutters. “And we want ‘Honor me with the gift of your flesh.’”

“I don’t know, but I will find out. And kill them,” Lotor mutters.

“Easy on the instincts, Mr. Prince.” Pidge continues to the next cut scene.

“It’s nothing to do with instincts! I just hate that I had to read that!” Lotor sighs. “At least that cut scene is over. Now we have… Brothers, Sven and Kuron? Lots of new characters for this one.”

Adam blinks, gaping at the screen. “What. The fuck-”

...

Allura sighs, running a hand through her loose curls. It's been a rough morning, one that doesn't promise to get easier. A howling chorus of laughter cuts through her stressed thoughts. Cracking open a storeroom, she spies her husband, Adam, and Pidge laughing away at a video game.

"I wOuLd DiE fOr AkIrA," Pidge mocks, cackling.

"Leandro, please!" Lotor laughs, cutting through a false simper as he pretends to swoon. "I couldn't live without you!"

"That's such a toxic sentiment, honestly." Adam shakes his head, but his eyes are glittering bright.

Shaking her head, Allura leans in the doorway, settling a hand on her slightly protruding stomach. Life is never perfect, not for anyone. But seeing her husband playing around and having fun with their friends -his new friends- suggests that everything might still turn out alright. Or at least, not as awful as it sometimes seems.

[legolaslovely]

Stay

A/N: HAPPY FILI FRIDAY FRENS HAVE SOME FLUFF! So this story was inspired by @mewpet ‘s so so beautiful art of Older!Fili which is here and below. GO GIVE HER SOME LOVE RIGHT THIS INSTANT CLICK AND REBLOG FRIENDS. I can’t even tell you how much I love it and probably shouldn’t say out loud how often I look at it LOL Anyway, I’m pretty proud of this one, holy BANTER and FLUFF I hope you guys enjoy

Pairing: Fili x Reader

Word Count: 1,673

Warnings: Fluff, language if damn is a swear word to you haha

Summary: (Y/N) grew close with the line of Durin during the quest to reclaim Erebor, but had to leave them once the battle was over to return to her ailing father in the Iron Hills. After thirty two years, she returns to Erebor for Thorin’s wedding ceremony and is reunited with members of the company.

It felt as if you had finally dozed off when another chill ran through your body and left you groaning out loud. After a long debate with yourself, you threw the heavy furs and blankets off your legs and tip toed over to the window that was stuck open. This was your fourth attempt to close the damn thing. The stone floor was rough like frozen snow beneath your feet and your dry, red fingers felt as if they would tear off as you pulled on the unmoving window.

“After thirty two years, you’d think they’d have better windows in this damn mountain,” you mumbled to yourself.

You’d arrived at Erebor from the Iron Hills just hours ago, being later than you’d intended. You’d planned for a week of travel, but the snow slowed your journey and you were out in the cold for an extra day. After a small but warm welcome in the late evening, all you wanted to do was slide into a cozy bed and sleep, but it seemed even that simple luxury was trying its best to elude you tonight.

You wrapped your borrowed dressing gown around you tight, tying the string in a bow, before you padded over to the door of your chambers to peek around again for some guard or kind passerby who may help. When you stuck your head out into the dark corridor, you smiled to yourself, seeing a familiar head of golden hair glow in the low torch light.

“Fili!” you whispered.

He turned to you, returning your grin, allowing his bright blue eyes to sparkle in amusement. “What is it, (Y/N)? Why are you still awake?”

“I could ask you the same question,” you said, hanging out the door. “Will you come in here and help me close this damn window?”

He chuckled. “(Y/N) asking for help. This may be a first.”

“Just get in here.”

He followed you inside and closed the door behind him. “Mahal, it’s freezing in here,” he said.

You rolled your eyes. “Still sharp as a tack, you are,” you mumbled.

“Do you want my help or not?”

You nudged him to the far wall, pulling your robes around you in an attempt to keep the warmth in. “Please, Fi. I-it’s stuck open.” You surprised even yourself with the nickname. It slipped out and you watched his lips twitch.

You watched him fiddle with the lock and the hinge, doing exactly what you had done four times before. Then, he smacked it further open with the heel of his hand and pulled it shut with a slam. He wiggled the handle and the window didn’t budge. “Well, that won’t be opening again any time tonight. I’ll have someone replace it tomorrow. I’m sorry it gave you trouble.”

“Don’t worry about it, Fili. Thank you.”

You didn’t know quite what to do now. You had exchanged letters with Fili and his family while you lived in the Iron Hills, but you hadn’t actually seen him since Erebor was reclaimed. That had been thirty two years ago.

“Did you have a safe journey? We didn’t get a chance to speak much when you first arrived,” he said, walking over to the dark, cold hearth next to the bed. He knelt on the hard floor and began to stack a large pile of wood together.

“You don’t have to do that,” you said. “I don’t want to keep you.”

You heard him snicker but he didn’t turn from his work. “I have been waiting to see you again for thirty years, (Y/N). You’re not keeping me. And before you say it, I’m fully aware you know how to light a fire. I haven’t forgotten how you could get a blaze going faster than any of us.”

You kicked your foot out to nudge his hand. “That’s because I never stacked the wood like that.”

His hand dropped and he sent you a playful glare. He yanked a chair by its leg and set it next to him. “Sit. Now. And tell me about your journey.”

You breathed out a laugh and did as you were told, tucking your feet under you. “There’s not much to tell. The weather didn’t lift an inch the whole trip, it snowed every day.”

“You can thank Thorin for setting his wedding in the dead of winter.” Fili struck the flint, sending a hot spark into the pile of wood.

“Waiting for good weather is the last thing you want to do when you’re in love. But he can blame himself when he has an extra guest staying in the mountain until spring because I will not travel in the snow again,” you laughed, watching Fili pull another chair in front of the fire and sit next to you.

“You know you’re always welcome here.”

You hummed. You couldn’t help but smile when you looked at him. Thirty two years of hard work and duty to his people had only made him more handsome. His hair had grown long, but he wore it the same old way and the edges of it glowed red in the light of the fire. He was larger and stronger than when you’d last seen him. When he smile at you, lines around his eyes revealed he had probably spent most of his time laughing. It made you glad.

“The years have barely touched you,” he said. You laughed because he’d been thinking the same thing you were.

“I see you haven’t been so lucky,” you said. He dropped his head and laughed, but you took his hand. “I kid, Fili. You look wonderful. You look happy.”

Your eyes met and he nodded. Then he squeezed your hand. “And you look cold. Come over here.” He stood, not allowing your answer, and lifted you from your chair to place you in his lap instead.

“Fili, this is not necessary,” you laughed.

“It is. You’re just about frozen solid and I won’t have Thorin punishing me for failing to take care of you.” He reached for one of the furs on the bed and wrapped it around your shoulders. “Now,” he sighed. “I believe you were just telling me how much you’ve missed me.”

You breathed out a laugh and set your blanket covered arm around his shoulders. “I’ve missed everyone very much.” You let your free hand lift to run a finger through the thick hair that covered his cheek. “But, yes, I have missed my favorite dwarf. How is Kili, anyway? I haven’t seen him yet.”

Fili leaned his head back and groaned. Then he laughed. “He’s very excited to see you. He hasn’t stopped chattering since you sent your letter telling us you were coming to the ceremony. But he is terribly angry with you.”

“Why?”

“Because you haven’t come to visit us before now.” His hand snuck under the thick fur to hold your waist and you felt his thumb wave over your back. The mischievous twinkle in his eye was still shining.

“And this is how Kili feels?”

“Yes,” he said. “He also employed me to find out if you had any courting braids. Or bridal braids? Things of that nature. But I don’t see any.” His eyes roamed over your long, thick hair with a look of relief.

“No. None of those for me. What about him?” You looked to Fili’s hair as you spoke, not seeing anything out of the ordinary for him. You felt your stomach flip with joy, thinking he was still unattached.

“Oh, Kili, yes. You remember Tauriel?”

“Of course. How could I forget?” You let the fur slide from your shoulders, finally feeling warm. You weren’t sure if the heat you felt was from the roaring fire or if it was radiating from Fili himself. “And the rest of the company?”

He smirked, knowing you were playing his little game. “Well, Thorin, obviously. But other than that, no one else has… even looked at any other since you left.”

You barely nodded, feeling your breath get caught in your chest. “Does Kili have any other questions for me?”

His smile fell and he ran the back of his knuckles gently down your cheek. “Will you stay in Erebor? Not just until spring, but for good.”

“Well, I-”

“I know that you had to return to the Iron Hills after Erebor was reclaimed. You had to be with your father, to take care of him but aren’t you there alone now? Is there any reason for you to be away from- us any longer?”

His grip on you had tightened as he spoke. You remembered how badly you had wanted to stay in Erebor with him thirty years ago, instead of going back to the Iron Hills. And now, you really were alone there, but if you stayed here at the mountain, you’d never be alone. And though you and Fili had never voiced your feelings for each other, you knew in your heart they were there and returned with equal fervor.

“I need you here,” he said. “I can’t bear to watch you leave again. You’ve broken my heart once, please don’t do it again. I love you, (Y/N), and I want you to stay with me.”

His words shook you. Leaving him the first time had ruined you, but you didn’t think it affected him that much. Your trembling fingers held his jaw. “I won’t do anything to hurt you ever again. I’ll stay. But only because Kili wants me to.”

He reached for the back of your neck and pulled you down to meet his kiss. His fingers roamed your face and hair while you wrapped your hands around his shoulders. His kisses were slow and deep, radiating the same warmth you’d felt the first time you’d met him. In this moment, you felt like your life had finally truly begun and you made a vow to yourself. You’d never leave his side again.

You drew away, resting your forehead against his. “I love you too, kurduwê.”

Taglist and those who may enjoy <3 : @emrfangirl @misslongcep @raindancer2004 @ladybugg1235 @xxbyimm @burningcoffeetimetravel @fizzyxcustard @fire-flv @nerdbirdsworld @deepestfirefun @teagarages @luna-xial 

[ghostlyshylee]

Nightmares

(Pre-story note, I originally posted this on DeviantArt back in 2016. I would love to write again and share my ideas with people. This is technically my first fiction so it may be a bit rough around the edges so let me know how you feel, any criticism welcomed!)

[Lee: Naruto - Ler: Kakashi; platonic]

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It was another usual day of training for squad 7, Naruto butting heads with Sasuke and Sakura getting on the blonde’s case. “Alright everyone that’s enough training for one afternoon.” Said Kakashi exhausted from Naruto constantly bickering with Sasuke. “Aw man! But I’m not even tired yet!” Naruto argued. “Hmph, you look pretty tired to me.” Retorted Sasuke sarcastically. Naruto was about to go at it again but was interrupted by one annoyed Sakura. “Naruto why don’t you just give it a rest already?!” She stressed. “Man why’s everyone always on HIS side?” Naruto pouted. Kakashi sighed at his squad while putting away his latest romance novel. “Well I don’t know about you three but I’m starving so how ‘bout I treat you all to some lunch to reward your recent hard work?” Everyone’s face lit up at the offer, Naruto’s in particular. “Alright! Can we eat at Ichiraku’s? Please??” Naruto asked eagerly. “Why does it always have to be Ichiraku’s?” Sighed Sakura. “Because Ichiraku’s is the best!” Stated Naruto like it was the most obvious fact ever. I really don’t mind where we eat.“ Added Kakashi. "I guess there’s no choice.” Said Sakura. “Whatever.” Said Sasuke not really caring where he ate either.

-Some Time Later-

*Sluurrrp*

“…ahh! That hit the spot!” Exclaimed Naruto satisfied with his third bowl. Sasuke casually wiped his mouth as Sakura finished her bowl. “Nothing beats Ichiraku’s ramen!” Said Naruto. “Here’s what we owe you.” Said Kakashi handing over the ryo. “Well I’m heading home everyone, thank you for luch Kakashi sensei.” Said Sakura readying herself to leave. “Alright then see ya, stay safe.” Kakashi said as he waved her goodbye. “Well no use for me to hang around here so I guess I’m off too.” Said Sasuke while hopping from his seat. “Thanks for the food Kakashi.” He said as he walked out of the ramen shop, Kakashi nodding in response. After a few minutes passed Kakashi began to lean back onto the bar, a bit lost in thought while Naruto patted his stomach satisfied. Kakashi’s eyes had begun to wonder and eventually ended up on Naruto’s stomach. “Hmm, the nine tails.” Kakashi thought to himself.  "Wonder how that seal has been holding up.“ "Eh, something wrong sensei..? "Naruto asked curiously. "Hmm? Oh, it’s nothing.” Kakashi said while looking fowards. “Well… actually there is something Naruto.” Naruto sat up at full attention. “What is it?” Kakashi paused for a moment. “I was wondering about your seal.” Naruto looked at him a bit confused but then realized what he meant by “seal”. “Oh, it’s coming along OK I guess…” Kakashi looked at him with a questioning look. “Just OK? He asked. "Well…” Naruto started. “Do you want to talk about it in private?” Kakashi asked with a hint of concern. “Sure I guess..” Replied Naruto a little anxious. “Alright, let’s head back to the training grounds then.” Said Kakashi. They both got up and thanked Ichiraku for the meal then left for the training grounds.

Some time had passed since they went to eat for the sun was starting to set and the sky was quite orange. “So, what seems to be the problem?” Asked Kakashi as they both got comfortable on the grass. “Well, ever since that fight with Haku I’ve been having these weird dreams.” Said a Naruto, sounding a bit uncertain. “Weird dreams?” Asked Kakashi. “Not really dreams … they’re more like nightmares.” Naruto said looking tense. “Tell me Naruto, what happens in these nightmares?” Asked Kakashi. “Well it’s hard to explain but I would wake up in a cave, but I’m still asleep and some reason it just stinks so bad in there.” Explained Naruto. “And I would try to find my way out but I keep running in circles but then I’d finally find a straight path that always leads me to a cage.” Said Naruto. “A cage?” Asked Kakashi worried. “Yeah, a giant cage. It’s so weird but like there’s always some kind of monster in the cage calling my name, telling me to come closer… it’s just so creepy.” Said Naruto staring into his legs. “I wish the nightmare would stop but it’s been happening every night ever since that fight.” Naruto said with a hint of sadness and defeat. Kakashi put his hand on his shoulder to try and comfort him.

“Maybe I should take a look at your seal.” Naruto was a bit suprised by the suggestion and eyed his sensei with a bit of confusion. “Oh, uh alright.” Kakashi motioned for Naruto to stand. “Alright, remove your jacket.” Kakashi pointed out and Naruto did as instructed. “Ok now what?” Asked Naruto, admittedly a bit nervous but also curious. “Now I need you to come closer so I can examine the seal.” Stated Kakashi. “Right.” Said Naruto as he moved close enough for Kakashi to examine. “Alright I’m going to lift your shirt up a little.” He lifted his shirt revealing the seal, Naruto held it in place to make it easier for him. Kakashi then proceeded to lightly trace the seal markings. “So it seems nothing’s been changed yet, that’s a relief.” He thought to himself while continuing to examine Naruto. While thinking to himself he was snapped back to reality by Naruto suppressing what sounded like… giggles? He looked up at Naruto to see a large smile across his face. “Hmm” He mused. “What’s wrong Naruto?” Asking curiously, already having a pretty good idea. “It kind of tickles when you do that.” He replied. “Tickles, huh?” Asked Kakashi a bit mischievously. A thought came to him, giving him a cruel idea.

“This might be a bit fun.” He thought to himself, a playful look in his showing eye. In an instant, Naruto found himself in a headlocked position, bringing him to his knees. “K-Kakashi sensei?!” Stammered Naruto, uncertain of what just happened. Instead of replying, Kakashi simply glided his free hand over the seal. “Ka-hah kashi-heheheh sen-henseiheheh!!” Kakashi simply smirked and increased his pacing. “N-no! Stah-hahaha sto-hop! Pleasheheheseee!! Why are you, hahahahah!! Doing-hing thi-hiseheheh?!”

“I’m simply testing that seal of yours.” Kakashi replied casually. “Nohoho! Na-hahat like this!!” Kakashi just shruged and began to pick up his pace while tickling a bit harder. Bwahahahah!! Nahaha! St-stohahahap! Hahahahaha!“ As the tickling continued Kakashi decided to take a different direction. "Ahahahahahahaha! W-what’re youhohoho-” He cut himself off with a squeak as Kakashi assaulted his pits next. “AHahaha!! Nahahahahahah! It’s tohohoho much! Plea- *squeak* don’t!!” Kakashi hearing Naruto’s squeaks continues the rough house on his pits. Ah-HAH!! IS THIS REALLY HELPING?!“ Screamed Naruto. Kakashi being entertained and not wanting to let up, devised a new idea. Kakashi let up on the headlock, immediately after Naruto nearly doubled over on the ground from the extensive "inspection”. “I-is is over?” Asked Naruto catching his breath. “Nope.” Kakashi simply replied.

Taking advantage of his student’s exhausted state, Kakashi pulled Naruto into his lap, grabbing both of his wrists. “No… heheh no!” Naruto began to realize his situation. “Come now Naruto, it requires a great deal of inspection to make sure one’s seal is holding up.” Kakashi said trying to sound serious but coming across as a bit cheeky. “Besides, I’d say you needed bit of cheering up having such nightmares.” “But I don’t need to be cheered up, I’m fine!” Naruto forced an almost painful smile on his face. “Mmmm I don’t buy it.” Said Kakashi as he suddenly drove his finers into Naruto’s left ribcage, this of course driving Naruto into hysterics. “MUAHAHAHA!! N-HAHA NO!! KAHAHA KASHIHEHEHEH!!” “Yes?” Kakashi said speaking over Naruto’s laughter. “STAHAHAHAHAPAHAHA!! PLEAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Naruto screamed. “Hmm…” Kakashi mused while doing a spider crawl motion on his right rib. “YOUHORHOR KILLEHEHENING MEHEHEHEH!!” Kakashi looked at Naruto faking a shocked expression. “So it seems I am.” Kakashi decided to let up on the poor boy and Naruto took this time to breath some much needed air.

“Heh..heh… that was awful” Naruto breathlessly exclaimed. “I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.” Kakashi smiled, Naruto’s wrists still in hand. A good few minutes passed by while Naruto caught his breath, he was about to question why he was still being held captive in his sensei’s lap only to be swiftly cut off with a loud and wet sound. Naruto taken by complete surprise (and tickly sensations) shrieked. “NAHAHA-BWAHAHA AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I C-CAHAHAN’T TAHAHAKE THIHIHIHIHISSSSS!!!” Naruto unable to form sentences right suffered through what seemed like endless raspberries.  Five long minutes later Kakashi finally let up and Naruto was a gasping mess, his face had reddened with the amount of harsh tickling and Kakashi could see tears taking form. “Well looks like I DID go overboard…” Naruto looked at Kakashi angrily, or would’ve appeared that way if there wasn’t a huge smile plastered to his face.

“You… you-hoo jerherherk…” “I try.” Smiled Kakashi. A few minutes go by as Naruto’s coloration finally returned back to normal and was finally able to get up out of Kakashi’s grasp. “Man, that was still a really jerk move!” Puffed Naruto at Kakashi. “Hmm I wonder what Sasuke and Sakura would think of this?”  Mused Kakashi. “WHAT?!! YOU’RE NOT TELLIN’ THEM ARE YOU?!” Panicked Naruto. “Calm down Naruto, I’m just pulling your leg.” Kakashi said, letting out a small chuckle. “Right…” Naruto said, still a bit embarrassed about it. “Naruto..” “Wh-what is it?” He asked. If anything actually does happen with your seal come and tell me, ok?“ Kakashi said while ruffling Naruto’s hair. "Yeah ok.” Kakashi made up to Naruto with some more ramen later that night for the extensive “examining” and Naruto didn’t really mind.

-Later that night-

Naruto had just gotten home from his second ramen run with Kakashi. “Man, finally home!” Naruto said exhausted from prior events. “What a day…” He said to himself as he plopped down on his bed, too exhausted to shower even, to be infact he was happy to go to sleep for he didn’t feel afraid of the nightmare anymore.

[that80sslytherinwrites]

hello! I was wondering if I could have a lost boys ship please? I'm a 5ft 9 brunette, gemini. I have a really strong desire to travel, and the reason why I love this film so much is because I can identify with them - I dont belong anywhere haha and I love that. I dont want to. I'm quite mischevious, my mum always tells me my eyes are always glinted with it haha! I'm kind, caring, an empath and I'm fiercely protective over those I love. a bit of a moody bitch. woops but defo a party animal! ty 💕

I ship you with...

Sam!

At first I was thinking of shipping you with one of the lost boys you said you identify with them, but then you saying you were overprotective of those you love and you’re an empath and I just figured it clicked. 

Sam is fiercely protective of his brother, and yes it is usually the older sibling who is made to be the overprotective one, but Sam’s constant care and worry for Michael is just sweet. 

God, if anyone messes with Sam or Michael, you’d be after them because being protective of Sam, meant you had to be protective of Michael by association.

You would get along with Sam because although you have some matching qualities, you a nice opposites of each other.

Not going to lie, it was the “moody bitch” with the literal ray of sunshine that Sam is that did it for me. Not that you’re never cute and happy, but the contrast would be cute.

Sam, as seen by the friends he ends up with, tends to kind of hang out with people who probably think they don’t belong anywhere. That’s why you’d fit in. I know it seems more like the Lost Boys themselves don’t belong anywhere either, but does anyone? I mean we’re all so different that no one could possible belong in one specific place. 

Sam is definitely not a party animal, but you are. You would bring out that side of him more, make him more “fun” as some people define it, and he would calm you down. It’s not that Sam is the polar opposite of party animal, but his more calm nature makes balance out with you quite well. 

While I wouldn’t exactly characterise Sam as mischievous, he does have a playful side that would go along nicely with your mischievous glint.

Being an empath would make you and Sam be able to take about everything. You guys would just get each other. I don’t think Sam would be particularly hard to read, but everyone keeps something hidden (so, technically this point works for literally everyone, but were just going to ignore that haha)

Being a naturally caring person sometimes means you’re going to get hurt because of the people you care about, but Sam is equally as caring and so he understands. 

Not being a vampire means you and Sam can go on adventures. While Sam is not an adult, the travel would have to wait, but the instant he could he’d go anywhere with you. You just might have to bring the Frog brothers along for you know...protection. 

If you rather I’d shipped you with one of the Lost Boys, sorry! Just let me know and I can do another if you like. 

[dontbesoweirdkira]

I don’t stare...I just observe -Weasley Twins

A/N : I just fell in love with the Weasley twins and I wanna cry now so I’m writing this fluff// I just started watching Harry Potter and I tried to make the Twins as accurate to my knowledge so please don’t bash me if it’s not as accurate SKSKS THE FORMAT KEEPS MESSING UP IMMA CRY

-Now George and Fred Weasley were one of the most noticeable people at Hogwarts. Maybe it was because their fiery red hair and tall structures stood out amongst the majority? Or maybe because of their loud antics and continuous pranks? You couldn’t tell. But what you did know was, you couldn’t take your eyes off them.

-No you weren’t creepily staring, however if they walked by or you heard their chatter, your attention would go to them for a bit. However you tried to make it as unnoticeable as possible, this seemed to always work out in your favor, the twins never seemed to notice. Or atleast, they never called you out or made it obvious if they did happen to know. 

-This went on for your first couple years at prestigious school, that was until this particular day.

 -it was a simple quiet day, quite snowy and drowsy, most kids were either outside playing with snow for a bit or inside trying to warm up. There wasn’t much class today so you decided to spend your time doing a bit of painting. The aesthetic of the snow and the warmth of your small quilt gave a rush of inspiration.

 -grabbing your easel, a wide canvas, and a few brushes of different sizes, you made your way down stairs,  through a corridor, and to a small Lounge.

-setting up your equipment next to a large window with a birds eye view of the icey land, you began to paint. Each stroke was painted with deep passion and a hint of furry. Every detail was painted with close attention to receive perfection.

 -Although your eyebrows were furrowed and your face had a deep seriousness, you truly were in a great state of euphoria. School had been extremely stressful and difficult with all the studying and different events going on, it was nice being able to finally sit down to actually do something you have a grave passion for. You forgot how fun it was to paint and play around with all the colors.

-“I never seen someone look so angry while painting.”

-“yeah I thought it was supposed to be something fun and relaxing, she just looks so tense.”

-being started by the sudden break of silence, your body jumped.

-“someone must of had one too many chocolate frogs to be so jumpy like that.” One chuckled

-“appears so, brother.” The other agreed in a fit of laughter

 - slowly turning around you’d seen the fiery red hair twins, leaning against the wall laughing.

-your eyes went wide and you turned back around facing your detailed canvas.

 -”I can move if you guys need this space.” you mumbled under your breath, but just loud enough for the two to hear.

- Before you could pack up your stuff or even comment for their pestering antics,  two identical faces were on either side of yours, one observing the painting and the other observing you with a chivalrous smirk on his face.

“No need miss.” George chirpidly said

-”why do you look so angry while you paint, little o’l y/n?” Freddie chuckled 

-”i guess i was just really focused, i didn’t realize the intensity of my body language.” you laughed uncomfortably then shrugged

-Fred nudged your shoulder playfully -” Only joking, But very nice painting Y/N. Very realistic, although you made that owl a bit crooked. What do you think George?” the twin staring at the painting asked 

-”I’d say its marvelous.” the other said still looking at you and not even bothering looking at the art

-”hmm, Y/n what do you say you teach us how to do this sometime? The art skills could surely come in handy for out next big prank” Fred exclaimed, pasting around the the canvas

-”wonderful idea Freddie,” George said now moving over to his other half “what do you think L/N? Care to show us how to move stroke these brushes?”

-both of them picked up a brush, both two different sizes and shapes. one of them put it of the bridge of their nose, wobbling back and forth trying to balance the stick while the other twirled it between his fingers.

-looking up at the mischievous bunch, you simply replied “whatever you’d like, now if you’re done staring at my unfinished work, i’d like to continue.... in silence.”

-”we’re just doing what you do to us. How you just stare at us all the time.” Freddie confronted humorously 

-”i-i do not stare, however with you two always doing something bizarre and outrageous it’s hard not to observe what the two of you are doing.” you said with a shaky huff. you snatched the brushes from either brother and put them back in the small tin can they previously rested in.

-a fit of laughter broke out among the two. 

-”well we are just ObServINg you and your art, just like you do us.” George mocked

-a wave of visible embarrassment splash upon your face.Ducking your head down, you began to pick up where you left off on your painting. trying your utter best to ignore the troublesome twins.

- once their laughing dies down, a few beats of pure silence grazed the room before one of the fellows began again.

-”you know we don’t mind,its adorable how you softly gaze at us.”

- the other finished “yeah, and how your little button nose sticks out of your textbook when your looking at George or I, in class.”

-Fred took the book he had in his hand and started immating your indiscreet behavior, earning a small laugh from his brother.

-with a short click of your tongue, you began, “Pfft, I’m not that obvious, and besides if I’m sooo “noticeable” why didn’t you guys say anything or confront me earlier?”

“ Well, we’ve been meaning to talk to you for a while actually, but you’re quite difficult to approach, you know?” George said

-shocked to hear George’s words, you almost spilled your paint all over yourself. you were now interested in this conversation with the boys. 

-”I’m difficult for YOU TWO to approach? Truly i’m intrigued as to why that is. I personally thought you two were the kings of idle chatter and talking to just about anyone and everyone with no problem.” you asked now sitting straight, fully facing the twins, with a furrowed eyebrows across your forehead.

-’Oi, You always have that angry annoyed look on you face, or always avoiding conversation with her peers, you're always in your dorm or in the library which makes it overly difficult to talk to. Plus whenever we did look at you or even walked past you, you’d always hide or look afraid of us. we were scared if we DID approached or pull a harmless prank, you’d call one of the professors on us or something.”

The other twin nodded in agreement. 

-hearing the news and the seriousness in their faces, you broke out into a good fit of laughter.

“ Oh, i literally didn’t realize. i guess when i’m focused or paying attention to something my face just gets like that.” you continued laughing “and i always hid because i didn’t want you guys to think i was some weird crazed girl if you guys saw me looking at you and then prank me. But it’s so funny because I seem to give you guys a run for y’all’s money.”

-“I’ll say.” Freddie said looking towards his brother which then looked back at him

-”what? do you think we’re heartless animals or something? tch- We wouldn’t just prank you for something like that. We have bigger and better plans than to mess with you, you know?” The other said jokingly

Looking down at your work station, you begun to open a a new paint capsule, and mix it.

“Haha maybe I did think you were ‘heartless animals’ .” you chuckled

“shake my head Mrs.l/n, I expected more from you.”Fred said pinching the bridge of his nose

“can’t belive yu think of us that way, Y/n. i think you owe us a apology.” George said, while crossing his arms and shooting his nose high up in the air

“What if i don’t give you guys one?” You playfully questioned

“No problem, you just have to sit by us during dining hall” Fred said

“and go to our quidditch game this weekend and cheer us on.” George chimed in

“maybe even make our favorite snacks for after we win the game?”Freddie suggested

“and wear a ‘I heart Fred and George’ jumper made by me mum” George finished off

Cleaning off your brush, and dipping it into another color you replied snootily,

“Well I guess I’ll just have to do all of that because i’m not apologizing, see you at dining hall and please make sure you save a good warm seat.” you smiled, beginning to make small strokes of red onto your canvas

Freddie and George both turned to each other and smiled at the idea of a third party joining their notorious tag team. They both seemed to have a mutual liking of you. Was it because of your light playful manner or outer mysterious demeanor? The both didn’t know, but what did did know is that they couldn’t wait to see what the friendship would bring.

“This should be Fun, huh brother?” they said in unison 

[japanessie]

MY FIRST STORY on Hey! Hey! NEO! with Downtown 30 Sept 2019

MFS was so excited over this one. Must be an honour to be invited to be a guest for these famous comedians, eh?

Disclaimer: I did this with a lot of help from FujiTV onscreen captions and Google speech capture technology wherever possible. My ears can’t do this 100% on their own LOL. Not to mention listening to this a countless number of times! Hundreds! I also rephrased things liberally here and there. The photo collages only serve as a summary. Surely a lot of things were misheard too. Sorry for all the mistakes and fails 🙈 . Here, I picked some parts of the lively conversation and left out the rest that I’m so hopeless at. Words in italic or bracket are my own addition. I also selected some Japanese words to remember and left out the ones I’m not ready for. Sorry it makes things look messy.

A bit of background…..

DOWNTOWN is a popular Japanese comedy duo from Hyogo consisting of members Hitoshi Matsumoto and Masatoshi Hamada. So, this means, they use a lot of Kansai-ben. I can’t even pass standard Japanese, let alone Kansai dialect LOL.

MY FIRST STORY held a lottery for Fan Club members to attend the recording at FUJI TV, Odaiba City on 23 Sept 2019. I didn’t apply because I knew I would not be able to understand things on the spot. Not to mention I had no money to go anyway 😂. Congrats to those who got picked to go!

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MFS the “handsome"band?

Hitoshi Matsumoto: You guys are kinda like "Visual Kei”.

Hiro: (surprised) Really??

Hitoshi Matsumoto: Very handsome*.

* Not sure if he mentioned someone’s name or what with it.

Masatoshi Hamada: EH? (…looking at Hiro’s face…)

Everyone: (laughs)

Hitoshi Matsumoto: But I’m sorry ok (…putting his hand on Nob…), you are the least popular, I understand that*.

* Oh my God, that’s brutal (but I’m still laughing). Sorry Nob.

Everyone: (laughs hysterically)   Nob: (smiles and nods*)

* Aww…. Nob is so gentle & accepting. It’s not like he’s ugly though. Far from it. Especially if you’ve seen him in person. But it’s hard not to look super “unpretty” when sitting next to pretty boys like Hiro, Teru and Kid'z.

Masatoshi Hamada:   But first, they debuted seven years ago.

Hitoshi Matsumoto:  Since we know nothing about it, were you guys already this good-looking from the band’s formation time?

MFS members: (… err… how to answer this one?…)

Hiro: (…awkwardly..) I guess so. Maybe.

Masatoshi Hamada: Any huge place you guys want to perform in*?

* Actually I’m not really sure what he said. Just guessing ….haha.

Hitoshi Matsumoto: (putting his hand on Nob again) Any problem with him*?

* Kinda like any problem with having a not-so-handsome guy in a band of handsome guys? OMG, brutal LOL

Everyone: (laughs)

Nob: (..somewhat startled…. what, me?)

Hiro: (raises his hand and laughs) No, no. We’re not that kind of band. He’s fine.

Hitoshi Matsumoto: (nudging Nob) Don’t take it to heart, eh? Don’t take it to heart *.

* Not sure if that’s what he meant. Just guessing … huhu.

Everyone: (laughs)

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Hiro is such a chatterbox, they think he should just enter a grand competition

Hitoshi Matsumoto: (to Hiro) You’re such a talker*! (pretending to look annoyed) Are you going on R-1 Grand Prix or what!

* 喋り達者 / shaberitachisha (?) / master talker, chatterbox

Everybody: (laughs)

Hitoshi Matsumoto: I can’t even talk at all (when Hiro talks)!

Hiro: (laughs) No, no! I’m not going on R-1!

*R-1 Grand Prix is a popular competition where entertainers compete with each other making jokes or whatever funny things to win the title of champion.

* LOL Do you think Hiro talks too much?

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The Downtown guys know Hiro’s parents very well and are particularly good friends with Mama Mori

Masatoshi Hamada & Hitoshi Matsumoto: (bowing to Hiro in respect to Mama Mori) Send our regards to your mother.

Hiro: (bowing back) Thank you.

* Mama Mori did background narration for the comedy duo for many many years.

Hitoshi Matsumoto: I’ve been to your father’s concerts too.

Hiro: Ah, thank you so much (bowing to Matsumoto-san)

* Sorry, I don’t really understand everything else 😕. Matsumoto-san also mimicked Papa Mori’s onstage self-introduction but I couldn’t capture what was the joke… huhu 🙈.

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MFS team’s penchant for pranks & Nob’s heart of gold

Masatoshi Hamada: You guys like pranks very much, don’t you?

Hiro: We are mischievous with each other, either with the members or the staff. We do some light-hearted* “hidden camera” thingy. Playful**. Playing stuff on each other (laughs)

* 軽い / かるい / karui / light

* *遊び心 / あそびごころ / asobigokoro / playful

Masatoshi Hamada: (pointing at Kid'z and Nob) It was labour intensive* on you two.

* 骨 / ほね / hone / labourous

* 粗大な / そだいな / sodaina / grand

Kid'z & Nob: (smiling & nodding together)

Hitoshi Matsumoto: Well, keep telling. About the after party and all.

Masatoshi Hamada: You did that in Taiwan!

Everyone: (watching clips of Kid'z and Nob being pranked)

* ネタバラシ / netabarashi / spoiler

Masatoshi Hamada: (patting Nob) That’s horrible, ne~? Did you feel it was really serious, that being overseas?

Nob: Well, I didn’t know a word (of Chinese). So, I was like, “Could I have brought this powder with me or what?” (gesturing being shown a packet of powder with his hands).

* 粉 / kona / powder

Everyone: (laughs) 

* Both Matsumoto-san and Hamada-san couldn’t believe what they heard.

Masatoshi Hamada: (walking up to Nob and tapping his body)

Hitoshi Matsumoto: (reaching for Nob too & repeatedly slamming his hand up & down) Then you (should) just clearly* DENY** it!

* 明確 / めいかく / meikaku / clear, firm, solid, assure, precise

**  否定する / hitei suru / deny

Nob: (looking blurred & clueless)

Everyone: (laughs)

Hiro: (astonished at how goody-two-shoes Nob can be) You don’t say, “Could this be my powder?” in that situation!! You didn’t bring that, right?! 

Everyone: (laughs)

Hiro: In order to do that hidden camera prank, we firstly had to go on a special* trip to Taiwan. Then we had to add one Live performance to it too.

＊わざわざ / waza waza / specially, doing something specially rather than incidentally

Hitoshi Matsumoto: So, you did not do that onwards from that Taiwan live show?

Hiro: Yup, it was the other way round.

Audience: Eh??!!

Masatoshi Hamada:  (referring to the clip) That (felt like) half a year…

Hitoshi Matsumoto:  (…looking at Nob…) Dang! THAT entire time you were getting nothing BUT scolded* (by those actors?)?

* 恨まれる / uramareru / get scolded, get cursed ~ from the word 恨む / uramu

Everyone: (laughs)

Nob: (smiling and shaking his head)

* OMG, Nob is unbelievably nice! He’s not bitter at all.

Hitoshi Matsumoto: You’re the stuff for Wednesday’s Downtown*! (laughs)

* Wednesday’s Downtown is their famous comedy show.

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Why Teru was never picked for pranks?

Masatoshi Hamada: (puts hand on Teru) You are the only one who has never been pranked?

Teru: Yes, that’s right. I don’t know, (…looking at Hiro….) do you hate* me or something?

* Aww 😍…. so all this time, Teru actually feels being left out by Hiro 😮? He was like, Hiro, why you never want to pick me 😕? 

嫌わる / kirawareru / be hated ~ from the word  嫌う / kirau / hate, dislike

Hiro: No, no! The thing is, if it’s him (….pointing at Teru…), it wouldn’t be as funny.

Everyone: (laughs)

Masatoshi Hamada: How is that?

Hiro: He’s like (…still pointing at Teru …), whatever that’s happening*, he is unperturbed most of the time **.

* 起きる / おきる / okiru / get up, rise, occur, takes place

** 動じる / どうじる / doujiru / move, shift, motion

Teru: (laughs)

Hitoshi Matsumoto: Aah you know, my eyes can see around and filter out for certain* who’s funny and who’s not.

* 確かに / tashikani / certainly, surely

Note: I only guessed the rest of his sentence LOL

Everyone: Ok (…. anticipating Matsumoto-san’s verdict….)

Hitoshi Matsumoto: (…looking at Teru “scanning” him with a very serious face…) This one so totally NOT funny.

Teru: (…covers his face in embarrassment…)

* Spot on 😄! Teru oh Teru. When he tries to be funny, he just becomes corny & awkward instead. Strangely, when he’s not trying to be, that’s when he’s accidentally downright hilarious 😂

Everyone: (laughs)

Hiro: You may stop it right there * (laughs).

* Haha, so, it basically just stops there with Teru. Pranks may not work well on him because of his non-reaction to abnormal situations 😄.  But a true bromance story 😍. Hiro spared you all these times because he knew your character so well, Teru 🤗❤️💕.

* Aww... Teru was so embarrassed to be branded unfunny 😄.

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I don’t fully understand the joke where they asked Teru if he had some prank ideas on Hiro 🙈😭

*Disclaimer: Below is my best guess.

Masatoshi Hamada: (putting hand on Teru) How about your own?

Hiro: (realizing Hamada-san’s intention) For me?

Teru: (scratching his head) Hmm

Audience: Aaahhh!!

Hitoshi Matsumoto: (to Kid’z & Nob) Do you have something good for (prank) ideas?

Teru: (pointing to Kid’z, Nob & himself) The three of us are setting it up*. (nodding)**

* 仕掛ける / shikakeru / set up

** Does that mean “Yes, we’re thinking of pranking Hiro” 😍 ?

Hiro: (wide-eyed & taken aback by Teru’s answer) Holy cow! !

Masatoshi Hamada: Ah, good (….making a hand gesture as if putting something into something else….)*

* Don’t know the words he said here. Sorry 🙈.

Hiro: That’s not even a hidden camera thing!

Everyone: (laughs)

Masatoshi Hamada: You 3 guys can (shackle) him down and ….

Hiro: (looking at Hamada-san) That’s not even…!

Nob: (pretending to …hmm…. pour water onto something?)

Hiro: Normally I would already be complaining*!

* 訴えます / uttaemasu / complain

Hitoshi Matsumoto: Maybe make it like Masako-chan’s* hair or something (gesturing 2 pointy things on his head).

* If Matsumoto-san meant Masako-chan as Mama Mori, then I guess he was saying to tie Hiro’s hair into two girly piggy tails like his mother likes to do during her comedy skits as まーちゃん (Maa-chan).

Everyone: (hysterically laughs)

Hiro: (waving his hand & shaking his head) Ehh! How are you even going to get close to doing that?!!*

* Lets’s take Matsumoto-san’s suggestion LOL 😂 😂 😂

* Hiroki, you cunning little one! You’re so NOT wiggling your way out of this LOL

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How was that, my fellow MFS fans? I hope the rough idea is there even if I couldn’t get the thing 100% right.

Help and corrections are very much welcomed. Hehe!

Would love to hear your feedback about this talk. Do you think MFS is visually pleasing to the eye? Does Hiro talk too much? Do you feel Teru has no funny bones? Do you want to see Hiro getting pranked?

Oh wow! To me, I can see why DOWNTOWN is such a popular comedy team in Japan. They truly are hilarious! Thank you Matsumoto-san & Hamada-san.

[sunsetsinhoenn]

hiii I was wondering how Sal’s S/O would react to seeing his face under his mask for the first time?

thank you for sending something in for sally face *_* im nervous that his might not be that good, but I hope everyone likes it. 

if you are reading this on mobile, I am SO sorry… I usually edit any bunching of words on my phone so it’s easier to read, but the app won’t even let me do that anymore. if anyone knows how to stop tumblr from screwing with my posts… please tell me…. or i’ll… cry

Sal Fisher _ “expressions”

Ever since the two of you had begun dating, you realized that Sal was trying his best to make sure you both had enough time spent alone together. You both loved the rest of your friends, but you also loved each other a lot and the exclusivity of your relationship required time for the both of you to catch up together. Since you and Sal were just high school students barely going into your senior year, this time together usually took its place in the form of homework sessions or dates, but every so often there would come a time when no one else but you and Sal had any free time.

You loved these times.

“I get that your ghost friend is up here and all, but what enticed you to check the fifth floor out in the first place?” You said, slowly walking around and scoping out apartment 504. “It feels like if I accidentally get poked by whatever’s in here, I’ll get… rabies… or something.”

You heard your boyfriend chuckle where he stood by the bathroom patiently, watching you check things out.

“Well, I don’t touch anything I shouldn’t, that’s for sure. Although,” You turned your head quickly towards him, giving him a disbelieving look before he could even finish his sentence. “If I do find something interesting, I’ll take it. Random stuff pops up often up, here.”

You began walking towards him, content with your brief look-around, still eyeing him somewhat incredulously.

“That’s weird. Please tell me you carry around a little bottle of sanitizer in your pocket?”

You saw the bottoms of his eyes raise up behind his prosthetic, giving you the impression that he was smiling, but other than that he seemed rather straight-faced.

“I don’t! Are you ready to meet Megan?”

You shrugged, sighing a little.

“I suppose. You said she’s shy, though. What if she doesn’t want to meet me?” Still facing you, his hand went behind his back to land on the doorknob and turn it open.

“I’m hoping that she’ll sense how sweet you are and come out anyways. You’re cute too, so she won’t feel scared, either.” You blushed and he laughed again, walking backwards into the bathroom. With your mouth twisted into an embarrassed, tiny frown, you felt the tips of your ears turn red as well. Your boyfriend was sweet, but he really liked to lay the compliments on thick.

Following him inside, he closed the door behind the two of you and started speaking out. With the dim light of the bathroom and the fact that Sal was trying to summon a ghost, which you were pretty sure didn’t exist, you felt your nerves working up. It was just… so creepy and dirty in the bathroom and the only thing that kept your mind from running rampant was the sight of Sal right in front of you. If it weren’t for the calming image of his familiar prosthetic and blue hair, you would have bounced out already.

“Megan… are you sure you don’t want to come out? Y/N is really nice, they won’t hurt you or anything.” He turned towards you. “Do you want to say hi, to see if she might come out?”

“Um…” You fiddled with your hands, a little nervous. “H-hey, Megan. I’m Y/N… I won’t bite or anything. I-in fact, I don’t think I can, haha…”

…You were met with nothing but silence. Sal tried calling out once more as a last try to get her to come out, but received no response again. Part of you felt a little hurt for not being okay enough for Megan to come out for, but the other part was relieved, just a bit. Maybe Megan was able to sense that part of you that wasn’t ready to see her… Or maybe she didn’t. You didn’t really know.

You looked at Sal, who had been staring at you.

“She might be tired. Maybe you can meet her some other day.” You nodded, taking his hand and leading him out, rushing him a bit.

“As long as you’re with me. This place is creepy without the ghosts.” You took a few steps out of the bathroom and down the apartment to the exit.

“I don’t really like the idea of you coming up here without me, anyways. There hasn’t been any demons for a while, but this place can be dangero-“

With a shriek, you halted your steps and squished yourself against sal, frightened by the man sitting in the room. He looked like your average homeless man, but with darkness surrounding his eyes. You could tell that he wasn’t okay nor was he normal due to his subtle transparency and his crazed rocking back and forth.

“You need to leave.”

“W-what?!”

“There will be-“ It sounded as if his voice was echoed and distant, like from another world. You tried to take a step back, but ended up tripping over Sal and you both ended up falling backwards from the imbalance. Frantically, you panicked and got up, ignoring the man that had appeared suddenly in the apartments.

“Sal?! I’m sorry, are you okay?” He grunted a bit and said he was fine, but you could see that his eyes were closed and that he was trying to wipe something off. You noticed that there were dirt particles and other miscellaneous… unsanitary stuff on the ground, so you both got yourself back on your feet quickly and you pushed him out of the apartment as fast as you could.

“Come on, Sal! Let’s get to your apartment to take care of that.” Nodding, he followed you into the elevator and down to the floor below. The trip was quick, but you also noted the fact that his prosthetic had been moved on his face a little bit, revealing more of his left side and less of his right. You could see a scar popping out.

Once inside of his apartment, you guided him to his bathroom and made him sit on the toilet, so you could grab a rag and wet it.

“No, Y/N, I’m fine. You don’t have to help me. Really, I can take care of it.”

“But if it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t be having issues right now. I’m the clumsy idiot, please let me help you. Close your eyes.” He did as he was told and closed them hesitantly. As you kneeled in front of him, he leaned towards you, so you could clean it better. “I am… having a hard time cleaning this, though. Do you still feel dirt and stuff in your eyes?”

He nodded.

“I- yeah… I think some dirt might’ve gotten underneath too, though I’m not sure how that happened.” You continued dabbing at his eyes,trying to make sure that he wouldn’t get an eye infection because of your dumb actions.

“Well, your prosthetic did get turned a little.”

“It did?”

“Yeah.”

“…”

Sitting in silence for a few moments, he listened to you breathe as you worked. He had been thinking about this moment for a long time, shortly after the two of you had started dating. But no matter what scenario he had imagined in his head, it would always turn out bad. You would see his face, give a look of horror or disgust… and then run away.

No matter how kind he knew you were, no matter how sweet or open-minded you were, he could not foresee a good outcome to him removing his prosthetic, so showing you was something he had always procrastinated on. He knew that in order to be with you in the future, as more than just a high school couple, you would have to see him eventually, but it… scared him. A lot.

With a shaky hand, he gripped your wrist, silently telling you to stop. Slowly, you watched as he began removing the straps on the back of his head, and as your heart began speeding up for the second time that day, you watched with wide eyes as you saw his face for the first time.

His face was littered in scars, both small and big. You could see that the worst area was on the right side of his face, which was practically mauled. There was dirt on his face from the tumble you both took in apartment 504, but what drew your attention was his… expression. Part of his eyebrow was missing on the right side, but you could tell that he looked incredibly worried and scared and… that he was watching with bated breath on what you would do next. He was staring right in your eyes, wondering and waiting.

For some reason, you felt tears well up, and carefully you began cleaning his face again, having a much easier time without the prosthetic.

With a wide smile and a soft laugh, you spoke, a couple tears spilling down.

“Wow… you have dirt everywhere.” You quickly dabbed it away. “And… y’know, I’m really happy because now I finally get to say this with absolute confidence. I mean, I was able to say it before, but now that I’ve seen your face you are legally obligated to believe me when I say it.”

“Huh?” He looked at you, a little skeptical, but still worried. This was not a scenario that he foresaw. What are you saying? After setting the rag aside, you looked straight back into his face, your smile somehow growing wider.

“You are, without a doubt, the cutest boy I’ve ever met.” Your hands went up to cup his face. “I never really thought about it before because… the Sal I had always known was the Sal with the ‘mask’, but I can’t even begin to explain why I’m so happy to see you like this.”

He rolled his eyes, turning away from you.

“You don’t have to sugarcoat this, Y/N. I’m not cute. Don’t lie to me.” You frowned, turning his face back towards you. You would not accept him talking himself down like that.

“Sal, I am not a liar. I’m one hundred percent telling you the truth.” You raised an eyebrow, your demeanor becoming somewhat playful. “You’re my boyfriend and you are just. That. Handsome. I feel like giving you… a thousand kisses right now. Maybe even… a million.”

You laughed mischievously when you saw his cheeks turn a light shade of pink. You were glad he was pale, because it was easy to see. It was difficult to notice on the side that was heavily scarred, but you could from looking at the left side.

“Are you blushing, Sal? Is what I’m saying embarrassing?” You reached up and gave him a loud kiss on the forehead. “I’m sorry! I can’t help it!”

You heard him laugh and you glanced at him to see him smile at you. You could practically feel the arrow pierce your heart. You laughed as well, deliriously happy.

“I never really realized how much I wanted to see you smile. Thank you for showing me, Sal.” He gave you a deep kiss, tears falling down his cheeks.

“No, thank you.”

[honestsycrets]

Pick Me Up

❛ pairing | early season!floki x reader

❛ word count | 1296

❛ type | oneshot

❛ request | I was wondering if you could write a one shot with floki, when he finds out about the reader’s inner turmoils, the reader is a good person where a she puts others before herself she doesn’t tell anyone about her problems.😩 -- @flaytheyray91-blog

❛  warnings | mention of divorce, cheating, implied!polygyny

Torstein sired many children.

How he could keep up with the cost of supporting his children, you did not know. You weren’t sure of that-- and you weren’t sure of how you were looped up in taking care of your ex-husband’s children. But here you were, the middle woman between two pregnant angry ones. Each had their own stories about how they had apparently taken Torstein away from your marriage. Even so neither the blonde or brunette had been fortunate enough as to ring him into marriage. Each, however, thought that they could.

So here you were with Torstein’s smallest on your shoulder, bouncing and patting his back within the Great Hall. In your opinion, the rowdiness of the Great Hall was the perfect place to get a child used to noise. Ragnar drank with his wife just like Floki drank with his. They shared a horn of ale.

“She is very lonely.” Helga says. You hush the child to sleep, bouncing around the room with full arms of a child that was not yours.

“The skittish one.” Floki states his question.

“Yes, her.” Helga agrees. 

She turns her kohl lined eyes to her husband, showing off all of the sorrow she has for you. Floki takes one look at your long, tiresome eyes to have all the answer that he needed. You could just not say no. That’s likely how you ended up to a womanizer like Torstein.

What charm would that man actually have? None for monogamy, that was for sure.

“I’ll have a chat with her.” Floki slips off the bench. Over the clatter of horns and cup, the roaring and thuds of men flung back to floor, you don’t actually hear Floki sneak upon you until you turn in the middle of a pace.

“Floki!” You hold the child tightly against your chest, reminding yourself to keep calm. He churns a mischievous smile at you behind the cup, eyes glittering just like you would expect of a son of Loki. Your cheeks flush with heat, a raw memory splicing through your skin like that of a blacksmith’s hot blade.

“He has you trained.” He says with a giggle. “Sit, fuck, cook, mother. They’re all good things. For a wife.”

The last of his statements is said with force. You know, of course, you have done all of those things with your ex-husband. Specifically-- and shamefully so, you had fucked in recent times. Desperate for something or someone to fill the void. For the affection that you craved.

“I…” You murmur. “Get lonely.”

“Very lonely, apparently.”

“Are you here to make fun of me Floki?” You sway in place, smoothing your fingers through the babe’s blonde hair as you do.

“I’ve come to say that the gods have closed your womb. Because of this. And you continue to watch his children? Why?”

Because it was easy. Because at the deep of night, when someone needed you, it made you feel... feel worth something-- or anything. It aches to watch children with the purpose of having them fill a void but it was as it was.

“It feels good to be needed.”

“You don’t think you are needed by yourself?” Floki cocks his brow, taking a swig of his drink. He leans forward on his heels to look you in the eye. “Stand on your own two feet, (Y/N).”

It burns. A Norse woman wasn’t a woman that should have been anything but strong. To defend your home, your husband and nonexistent children. At this rate with your aging, you fear that no one else would give you the chance.

“That is easy for a man to say.” You shift the child down, smoothing your thumb over the precious baby’s cheeks. “What would these children do if I were not with them?”

“They do have mothers.” He snarks. “Let them take care of their own children.”

You suck in air, looking out to the space where Torstein sits with his baby’s mother upon her lap. Then looking down to your bundle, you exhale with a harsh huff. Floki cackles softly in his realization of just what was going on here.

“I see it now.” Floki says. His voice picks up in a singsong, as if he’s just heard something absolutely atrocious. “You want to be wanted, don’t you? A wife? Someone special. But you aren’t going to get it standing about Torstein all day.”

“Yes, I know. But I… I want the attention.” You agree.

Floki stares at his now empty cup of ale, glancing behind to Helga. She lifts her head, and then, a nod. When Floki returns his gaze upon you and the now sleeping child, its with a playful bob. There are plenty of eligible bachelors here. Or perhaps… you wanted something else.

“Come, we can help with that.” Floki guides you in the direction of Torstein and the child’s mother. Their jovial conversation dies when Floki motions you to hand the baby to his mother whose hand warms a cup of ale.

“Are you going somewhere, (Y/N)?” Torstein asks, his voice dragging. Floki grasps your shoulder, leading you away from the other men. It’s atypical for you to return a child unless you were ill.

“I’ve come to see if she will come with me, Torstein.”

Torstein scoots his bench back, only to be stopped by Floki’s raised fingers, wrist twisting as if swatting away something in the air. His fingers then hold in the air.

“But you aren’t invited. There are plenty of alley rats to take a bat at, hm?”

“Is that what she wants?” He asks.

For a free woman, you never had that option. You look from the rowdy table where the child’s mom holds your eyes in contempt. You snap from looking at her, to Torstein. Your eyes dart around the room to Helga, who couldn’t be less bothered if she tried-- and then finally, to Floki. The boatbuilder doesn’t force the question, nor does he even ask it with words. It’s in his eyes. Do you want to kiss me, (Y/N)?

You’ve never been the one on the stage. The one that… was wanted the same way that Floki and Torstein were proposing now. You lean up on your toes, running your hands up the leather coverings around his hands, traveling up wool and finally grasping the small and meager beard of along his jawline. Floki reaches out, drawing his hand around your waist and tugging you closer.

You almost can’t do it-- so afraid of the consequences, of who was looking or what they might think. You force those fears away, faced with a moment of what you might gain from doing this, leaning up to kiss him in an abrupt and hard kiss. He smooths it out, drawing back and then pushing forward with his bittersweet lips. His hand trails its way from your waist, up to hold your face close through the intensity of your kiss. One where Torstein and his troubles were a distant memory and Floki, Floki infested your world with the bitter taste of ale on his tongue.

Floki pulls away, his forehead wrinkling up as he looks at you with his kohl streaked eyes. The giggle slips out of his lips first.

“I think that would be a yes, you bitter fool.” He guides you to turn away, finishing the ale in his hand. “Let’s go see Helga, (Y/N). Have you ever kissed a woman?”

“I’ve never been with a woman.” You say.

“Would you like to try?”

At least now-- you felt like you had the control.

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[t-word-kpop]

Seventeen - Ler head canons (SFW)

A/N: Oh my god, I was SO nervous to write these because they’re going to be SO repetitive. Sorry guys! Also big groups like seventeen and nct are going to be shorter head canons, for obvious reasons. Unless I have like, an epiphany with a certain member.

Requested by: An anon

*WARNING: THIS IS A TICKLE FIC!*

Reader Gender: Non-Gender Specific

S.Coups (Seungcheol)

Has two sides. Like most, he has an extremely evil side and a cute soft side. I kinda feel like his evil side would be rare though.

His soft side would be the fucking cutest.

Teases like this; “Coochie, coochie coo.” and “Tickle, tickle, tickle darling.”

He’d have you so blushy and dead by the end, oh my god.

But when he’s feeling evil, it’s more teases like this. “Look at you, cute little lee just enjoying every second of this. Don’t worry love, the tickle monster is no where near done with you yet.”

Jeonghan

Down right evil. Has no soft side, and his teasing is SO cruel.

Takes every chance he can to tell you how much he knows you’re loving it.

Also, after the first time you tell him. The next day you’re over at the dorm, it just so happens that ALL the other members now know of your little secret.

You would be angry at first, until you learn that none of them are judging you, and mostly find it adorable.

You would get ganged up on quite a bit.

Joshua

The softest boy, and is ALWAYS so terrified that he’s going to hurt you or that he’s going to take it too far.

Not to big on teasing, he mostly ends up finding himself laughing along with you.

Will constantly tell you that you’re the most adorable girl/boy he’s ever met.

Loves cuddle tickles, like his arms wrapped around you as he skitters his fingers up your sides chuckling as you squeal and ask him to stop.

The most teasing you’ll get out of him is like, “Wait, stop? I thought you loved this?”

Will be SUPER reluctant to go to hard when he first tickles you, but will come around to wrecking you more and more every time he does.

Jun (Junhui)

Another really evil ler.

So many punishments. He would punish you for things that don’t even really matter just, so he can wreck you.

Would have you in tears by the end, begging him to stop. He’s quite silent when he’s feeling evil, but will still tease you sometimes. Mostly during the breaks when he’s trying to get you all worked up again.

He would 100% get Minghao to help out, and when he does just know that you’re genuinely fucked.

Honestly, Jun’s kind of stumped me on what he’d genuinely be like.

I just know he’d be EVIL.

(I actually have like a Jun story that I could post as a time stamp. If you guys are interested, let me know. 👌)

Hoshi (Soonyoung)

Oh god... One of the few times his energy would be a bad thing.

He could literally go for HOURS and not get bored. Like, if you’re his lee you’re fucked.

He will only really stop if you use the safe word (because obviously).

Other than that he will just keep going and going until you are so out breath that you HAVE to use the safe word.

Loves tying you up, he always says it just gives him easier access.

Also, a big fan of pinning you down, because knowing that no matter how hard you fight back you’re not as strong as him really excites him.

Hardly ever evil deliberately. Like he doesn’t set out to completely destroy you, that’s just what ends up happening in the end.

Wonwoo

Gentle. A very gentle ler.

He would be so sweet too, a lot of sweet-talking. Mainly just calling you cute the whole time.

If you wanted him to go harder though, he would be a bit apprehensive at first, but when he gets into it, you’d be dead in less than an hour.

He’d feel a bit awkward teasing, and would sometimes stop himself halfway through sentences or words, but he’d build up to it, and he’d have you a blushing mess in no time.

He wouldn’t be too into restraints, and he’d much prefer to just pin you down.

Woozi (Jihoon)

Super, duper giggly.

I know, you’d probably expect me to say that he’d be really evil. Which he would some times. However.

Woozi is SO soft on the inside, and he hides it all behind his RBF (same babe, same), but we all know that under all that he is just a soft little fluff ball.

All you gotta do is read his lyrics to know that he’s genuinely a soft boy.

So, he would most definitely be far more giggly than originally expected, and his teasing would be more adorable than mean.

Although, that doesn’t mean that he can’t be mean, because trust me when I say that he most definitely can.

He will wreck the shit out of you, mostly if you piss him off or bother him while he’s trying to work.

DK (Seokmin)

Softest boy!

Very, very, very mischievous though! He will basically trick you into getting tickled if that makes any sense, or he will manipulate you into saying things you didn’t even want to say and when you realise it you get all blushy and giggly.

Then he’s all smirks and cocky laughs.

He’s a very playful ler and loves to like chase you around and stuff like that.

He doesn’t like things to be easy for him. So he will let you run away, leave you unrestrained so you can fight. Stuff like that, to make it more of a challenge for himself.

Mingyu

Another soft boy.

Really awkward about teasing, and most of the time will just tell you how cute you are while giggling along with you.

Softest boy, will honestly just love cuddly tickles.

Will hold you close to his chest, hold both your wrists in one of his hands, while attacking your sides with the other.

Will love to make you blush, and will force himself through the awkward feelings just to see your face light up bright red.

THE8 (Minghao)

Oh my god! This boy would be so evil, but cute and soft at the exact same time?

Would LOVE restraints, oh my god. He would hardly ever wreck you while you’re not tied up. Watching you struggle and squirm would make him feel so powerful, and he would use that feeling to tease you even more.

SO INTO PUBLIC TEASING OH MY GOD!

Would love to make you squirmy and blushy in front of all the members, or even in front of your family.

Which you weren’t very pleased about at first, but it’s not like you could tell him you didn’t enjoy it.

That would be a lie.

And lying gets you absolutely no where when it comes to Minghao.

Seungkwan

Okay. Literally SUCH a mess of a ler, oh my god.

You’re never ready for him to be actually scary since he’s such a playful person, but his teasing can genuinely scare you.

When he wrecks you too, has ZERO mercy. Like you will be absolutely spent by the end of your sessions with him.

Seungkwan’s also hella playful, of course. It’s Seungkwan.

He would LOVE making you flustered, so similar to Minghao.

He would just LOVE to wreck your shit, privately or publicly.

He would never want to genuinely embarrass you though, he would always make sure you were comfortable.

Unless of course... You’re into that haha.

Vernon (Hansol)

A little shit.

No other words for how he acts, he just is.

He will make you ask for it every single time without fail. He will not start until you ask him too.

A shit eating grin plastered to his lips the entire time. Especially when you finally do ask, he just laughs and then digs right in making sure to ruin you worst spots. Always.

One thing is that he’s a bit of a soft boy, but he’d be SO cruel and smart with his teasing, and he is NOT gentle when he actually gets down to it.

He knows you like it, so why would he be gentle?

If you’re sad though he will be SO gentle and sweet and make sure to take care of you.

A pretty good ler to be honest, he just want’s you to be a mess.

Dino (Chan)

Awkward bean at first. Doesn’t really know what he’s doing, but once he gets more into it and it becomes more of a life style for the two of you he is all over it.

A smart arse when it comes to the teases, and he will take so much pride in making you squirmy and whiney.

Will make you literally beg before he starts, but tries to keep things playful.

All giggly and soft when he actually starts to tickle you, but don’t let it fool you because he will destroy before the session is over.

He would love having you tied up, because knowing you have no where to go makes everything way more fun for him.

[luxexhomines]

Hey is it ok to ask for Kokichi with a s/o who's really good at distinguishing lies from the truth? Like Kokichi can't get away with lying because of them? Thanks haha

I actually love this request! I hope I did it justice, heh. Thanks for requesting~ Kokichi is kind of my best boy in v3 if you couldn’t tell from all the fics I wrote centering him. And yes, I will get to the other requests! Promise ♡Anyway, I wasn’t completely sure if you wanted it in the universe or out, so I wrote both! The first one is just normal life au & the second is in-universe.

Major spoilers for Danganronpa V3 Chapter 4 in the 2nd fic–under the cut!

Kokichi x S/O who sees through his bullshit

You wandered through the house, keeping out a keen eye for your hat, which was positively and undeniably missing. Sighing as you come to Kokichi’s closed door, you knock on it.

“Kokichi?” you called out.

Promptly, he responds and the door is opened to reveal his thin frame.

“Yeah? What is it, s/o?”

You smile at hearing his voice and getting a glimpse of him but force yourself to remember why you were at his door.

“I’m looking for my hat. Have you seen it anywhere? Is it fine if I come into your room?”

He smiles back.

“Nope, haven’t seen it! Now, if you would excuse me–”

As he moves to close the door, you slam your arm against the wooden panel firmly.

“Can I come in to search?” you say. You always had your suspicions when something went missing, and sometimes it was Kokichi. This time, you were absolutely sure it was him.

He looks oddly calm as he shrugs apathetically and strolls back into the room, plopping himself down on his bed and propping his leg over his other knee casually.

“Suit yourself, I guess.”

You walk in and immediately sweep the space with your eyes. Nothing that seemed out of place–wait. You zeroed in on the center of the room and stride toward the unassuming lamp sitting on his desk, snatching the makeshift lampshade from its top.

“You did have my hat after all,” you say, giving him an unimpressed look. All he does is smile innocently.

“Oh, I must have just forgotten it here after borrowing it yesterday.”

You whack him on the head with the hat mercilessly, and he makes a squealing noise, grabbing his head and looking at you with eyes of hurt.

“Must have just forgotten it here, my ass. You took it purposefully,” you state callously as you turn on your heel to leave, wading through a pool of junk on the floor.

“Just testing you,” you hear him call out with an amused tone of voice. You make sure to close the door with an audible sound as you leave.

“Don’t waste my time for your petty tests,” you reply. “You know I’ll pass every one with flying colors. I am your s/o, after all.”

You can just see him grabbing his chest in mock hurt while smiling mischievously, even though he’s out of sight.

In-Universe

When Kokichi took out a remote control and all the Exisals were behind him, subject to his every whim, you didn’t know what to think. The entire situation was spinning out of control, and you could barely process a thing. But in the middle of such chaos and utter pandemonium among the remaining students, you managed to articulate a statement, your voice unexpectedly steady and clear.

“You’re lying, Kokichi.”

You stared hard at him, his playful smile and amethyst eyes glittering amusedly, and dared him to object. He simply threw his head back and laughed hatefully before returning to a detached, settled expression, his eyes empty and open.

“What makes you think that? Your naivete is almost endearing, to the extent that it reaches,” he replies, looking unfazed. You shake your head adamantly, your own hands finding each other and grasping each other tightly as you gather the courage to confront him properly even as your classmates stare at you like you’ve become just like him in their eyes; a monster, a being beyond their comprehension.

“I know it. I know you’re lying, Kokichi,” you corrected him. “The real mastermind would never reveal themselves, never try to stop this killing game no matter what. They were determined to continue this game unconditionally, and right now you’re trying to stop it before we reach the prescribed final two survivors.”

He examines his short fingernails, seemingly not paying attention. But you see that your words have seemingly extracted a gleam of surprise in those dark, void-like eyes.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Isn’t this the ending I would want, after all? More despair for all–everyone trapped here, living out the rest of their uneventful lives in a dreadfully, despairingly boring way, and the killing game I orchestrated foiled, creating more despair for me.”

You take a step toward him, and when he doesn’t move, you take another, and another. Soon enough, the two of you are right in front of each other, barely a foot away.

“Kokichi, it’s fine. You don’t have to keep lying to us. Or yourself, for that matter,” you say, a bittersweet smile forming on your face. “The truth lies in the very lies you concoct that contradict the personality of the true mastermind and the nature of this game.”

You reach out and put your hands on his cheeks, compelling his eyes to look straight at your own. “When you say that we’re trapped here, living out the rest of our boring lives, you really mean that we’re safe here, living normally until we die natural deaths rather than it being from our classmates, right? When you say the killing game will be foiled and create greater despair for you, you mean that the killing will finally stop, and the true mastermind will despair. Not only that, but you’ll suffer alone, villainized and ostracized by the rest of us,” you state softly, a grave sorrow thick in your voice.

He opens his mouth to speak, but seems to decide against it, and closes his mouth, silent for once.

“I don’t want that future. You don’t want that future. None of us want that future,” you say. “As much as I’d like to just believe you’re the mastermind, leave it at that and end the killing game, I know you’re not the mastermind, and you don’t really have the power to end it, even if this is a good try at the expense of your own happiness.”

Nothing is said in response. Maybe nothing needed to be said, as his purple eyes, wide with shock, conflict, and relief, started producing tears that dripped down his face continuously. They ran onto your hands, sank into the lines of your palms, and you let go of his face to wipe away his tears. When they touched your flesh, you felt how true, how real he was, and you embraced him carefully, like approaching a hurt animal.

The tension began to drop, and no one spoke again as everyone started filing out and back into the school grounds. You took his hand in yours as the two of you walked back together.

“Trust you to see through my lies, huh?” Kokichi said, sounding almost pleased, although the tone of his voice was slightly nasal from his tears.

You simply smile back and intertwine your fingers with his, luxuriating in his presence once again.

“Any time, Kokichi. Any time.”

[siranghae]

Hide and Seek (m)

Word count: 4,413

Content: Jimin smut

A/N: only three days left before Halloween! Are you guys excited?? I was really in the mood for a little Halloween scenario and watching Dope for the 3 millionth time definitely was an inspiration for this haha. Hope you like it ;)

“A sexy nurse costume? Really?!”

You pull down the hem of your dress with a red face. “I wanted to try something different this year.”

Taehyung raises an eyebrow at you, his eyes locked with yours. You can tell that he’s having a hard time not looking down. “Okay, but for real - who convinced you to wear this?”

You step into his apartment, trying your best to keep your legs covered - as if that’s even possible. “N-nobody, okay?” Stupid Jungkook and his terrible ideas for Halloween costumes. You can still see his mischievous grin that he gave you as he pointed at the picture of the platinum-blonde haired woman with boobs bigger than your self-esteem. You promised yourself to kick him in the face as soon as possible - without accidentally revealing your ass to seven guys that basically acted like prepubescent boys who’d never seen a girl before in their lives.

“Was it Jungkook?” Taehyung asked from behind you as he follows you into his kitchen. It’s a mess in there, as usual, but a few skeletons managed to find their way onto the walls. It surprises you that he even put up any decorations in here at all. “You know you shouldn’t let him manipulate you like that, Y/N.”

You open the fridge and lean forward, scouring the shelves for a bottle of tequila. When you realise that your dress creeps up your thighs like this, you leaned back with a jerk. To avert attention from you, you say: “It’s not like your outfit is much better. I mean, what are you even supposed to represent? A student? A fuckboy?”

Taehyung straightens his bow tie. “I’m a detective,” he responds with a smirk. “Looks good, right?”

“Did you forget to buy tequila? Or did you just not read my texts?” You turn around and pout. “Also, holding a magnifying glass does NOT make you a detective. If you didn’t have that, you’d look like a schoolboy.”

He rolls his eyes. “Firstly, I do read all your texts, but everyone else voted for vodka. Secondly, if you shade the others like this I’m going to kick you out.”

“I’m just being honest!” you protest, as he pushes you out of the kitchen into the hallway. You nearly trip over your own feet. Why did you decide to wear high heels again? “Wait, don’t tell me they all dressed the same way as you.”

“You’ll see, you’ll see.” He opens the living room door for you and bows. He chuckles when you roll your eyes at him.

“Y/N!”

Three voices scream your name at the same time, and before you know it a pair of hands grabs your face. “Jungkook, don’t you fucking dare ruin my makeup.”

The boy chuckles. “You came in the outfit! I knew you’d look great in it~” The playful look in his eyes is so provoking, it takes you all your willpower not to throw one of your shoes at his face. “Happy Halloween, noona-”

“Stop calling me noona, kid,” you sigh as you look around the room to find the sources of the other two voices. Soon, you notice Hoseok and Jin, both beaming smiles at you. You wave shyly as you pull down your dress once again, and again when you step towards them. They saved a spot for you between them - how sweet. “Happy Halloween, guys.”

Hoseok pats the free spot next to him. “You look great, Y/N!”

Jin nods, though his eyes never stray away from your face. You’re grateful for this politeness and quickly sit down. “Thanks Hobi.”

That’s when you finally see him.

Park Jimin.

You hesitate for just the briefest moment when your eyes meet. His dark, piercing eyes that seem to stare directly through everything, these honest eyes that make you so uncomfortable. You swallow, quickly looking back at your two friends to see if they noticed anything. Fortunately, they didn’t. Not that they would have any reason to believe you and Jimin were anything but friends.

You knew better, however.

The first time Taehyung introduced you to his flatmate wasn’t really the first time you met.

Even though you’re not looking at him anymore, you can still feel his gaze rest on you. It’s almost as though you can feel his gaze grab your body in places where not even Jungkook would dare to touch you, no matter how shameless he is. Your heart skips a beat when you imagine him, Jimin, doing this to you.

“Y/N?”

You jolt up, finally realising Jin has been staring at you for a while. “Hm? What did I miss?”

He looks confused for a moment, but then repeats his question. “What do you want to drink?”

“Drink? Oh! Oh. U-uh…” You bite your lip, not able to think of an answer at all. “I’ll get something myself.”

Jin looks even more puzzled than before. “I was about to get something for myself too, so it’s-”

You stand up while pulling your dress down again, even more aware of how much skin you’re actually showing. You press your thighs together, waddling towards the dining table like a penguin - a penguin wearing a sexy nurse outfit with hearts on your nipples. Just great. You grab a cup with shaking hands, pouring yourself some vodka with lemonade. You don’t even like vodka. Fucking Taehyung. Not only was he the reason that Jimin was always around, he didn’t even do what you asked him to. What a great friend.

You almost choked when you turned around. When had Jimin gotten up from his seat? When had he gotten this close? You tried to step back, bumping into the table. He smiled too casually for a situation like this, his eyes slowly moving down your curves. “Happy Halloween.”

“Hey J-Jimin,” you stuttered. When he didn’t say anything back, you moved away from him as quickly as possible. How no one had noticed that you were a big mess around him for the two years you’d known each other for, you had no clue. Perhaps it was because the only one that acted strange was you. Jimin, on the other hand, never got nervous around you - or anyone for that matter. Even when he giggled his iconic giggle, he exuded confidence. He was too aware of how he made you feel for his own good.

Perhaps that’s why he was cocky enough to brush the back of his hand against your ass as you passed by him.

“Sheesh, Y/N, your face is really red.” Jungkook. The kid grinned an evil smile as he sat down on the armrest next to Jin. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you snapped. “What I’m more curious about is this: why are you dressed as a cop?”

Jungkook clapped his hands. “Ooh, you know what I’m supposed to be! See Tae? My outfit was a way better idea than yours.”

“Shut up, Jungkook,” Taehyung laughed.

You looked at the other boys’ outfits - avoiding Jimin on purpose. “I guess it does fit the theme of professions, but let’s be honest: you’re nothing like a cop.”

“Whaat?” Jungkook pouted. “I totally am! I like superheroes - superheroes are like cops.”

You facepalmed. “Whatever you say, Jungkook. Whatever you say.”

He crossed his arms, though Jungkook wasn’t really ever insulted. “You and Jimin are probably hardest to recognise! Namjoon is obviously a hotel porter, Yoongi is a military officer, Hoseok is a race car driver and Jin is a doctor - but you two? No clue.”

“I’m obviously a nurse!” You protested, pointing at your outfit before realising that you’d never seen an actual nurse who was dressed like this. “And Jimin…”

You hesitantly looked at him as he sat down next to Yoongi. You weren’t sure what he was supposed to be, no, but whatever it was, he looked stunning. His fake glasses framed his face perfectly, and his white button-up shirt revealed his delicate neck. For some reason, you wanted to pull him closer by the black tie he wore to complete his outfit.

When you didn’t finish your sentence, Jimin raised an eyebrow - accompanied by a subtle smirk. “I’m an office clerk.” He straightened his tie as he said it, somehow with such confidence that it made your knees weak. The look in his eyes is nearly identical to the one he gave you the ‘first’ time you guys met. Even though it’s been so long, the same tension is in the air, an electric current between you two that only you two seem to have noticed.

“See? Y/N thinks it’s unconvincing too! Just look at her face.” Jungkook sits down on your lap, and for once you’re glad about it. He pats your head and sticks his tongue out at Jimin. “You should’ve bribed her sooner.”

You frown. “Bribed me?”

His eyes widen. “Oh right, you have no clue! Well, after you mentioned in the group chat that you liked tequila, Mister office clerk went out of his way to get a bottle! Isn’t that right, Jimin?”

“Yeah I did.” You can’t believe how shamelessly he says that, without a hint of secrecy. He bought something for you - the only person he’s not friends with in the whole group. You glance around at the others, but no one cares. Except for Jungkook, maybe. “Wait, lemme get it for you.”

He reaches for his bag, but before he can take it out, Jungkook claps his hands together and stands up. “Guys, you know what we should do?”

“We’re not going trick-or-treating again,” Yoongi groans.

The boy squints. “Whaat? It went really well last time! I got tons of candy.” He grins a triumphant laugh and sticks out his chest a little bit. Fucking Jungkook.

You chuckle. “Yeah, because you fit right in with the ten year olds.”

“Look, I just wanna know if you all wanna play hide and seek, okay? No need to be jealous of my candy-collecting skills.”

“Are you serious?” you scoff, crossing your arms in protest. “That sounds like-”

“I’m up for that.”

You frown, turning your head towards the sound of the voice.

It’s Jimin. Of all fucking people.

“Yeah, me too!” Hoseok says, as Jin nods along to his words.

“Really, guys?” you despair. “Are we really going to do something Jungkook proposes?” As your last resort, you look at Yoongi and Namjoon. You know they won’t betray you. They’re just as level-headed as you. “Yoongi? Namjoon?”

It’s like the world has turned against you. Yoongi just shrugs. His expression says it all: at least it’s not trick-or-treating. Namjoon, on the other hand, hesitates a bit. “Sorry, Y/N,” he says, smiling apologetically.

“Traitors,” you mumble under your breath. “Okay, fine. You win, Jungkook.”

The youngest boy does the superman stance with a big, annoying little grin on his bratty face. “I knew you’d give in, noona~” Somehow, Jungkook always manages to convince his friends to do exactly what he wants - you wish that were you. Not even a sexy nurse costume is enough to convince them otherwise. “I’ll be it this round!”

You groan, pulling your dress down once more. “Where are we even supposed to hide? There’s no-”

But it’s too late- Jungkook has already started counting down from fifty. You want to protest, tell him that fifty seconds is too little time, when you notice everyone else has gotten up. You bite your lip, hesitating just the tiniest bit - why did you give in, again? - and then run after the six boys as fast as you can.

“...thirty-nine… thirty-eight…” you hear Jungkook mumble as you run up the stairs towards Taehyung’s room. Would hiding under his bed work? It’s the only place you could think of that iss even remotely clever. You saw Namjoon and Yoongi ran into the kitchen just now, and you can see Jin open the bathroom door. So no one else has thought of your idea yet. You can’t help but get a bit excited - until you notice that both Hoseok and Taehyung leg it into the latter’s room. Fuck. You stop, looking around as you panic. Either you can hide with them, and risk getting found sooner because they’ll obviously take the best spots, or you can try… no, you won’t. Never in a million years would you want to be found in Park Jimin’s room. But what else can you do?

“Fifteen, fourteen, thirteen…”

That’s when you notice it - another door, slightly ajar. You’ve never seen it open before. In that split second, you run towards it, right as Jungkook reaches the number five in his countdown.

“I’m coming~” the young boy shouts, right as you pull the door shut behind you.

“Phew,” you sigh, triumphantly smiling. This is an amazing hiding spot. Jungkook would never look in a room that he thinks is locked, and besides, it doesn’t even have a door-handle. He’d have to pry it open, which isn’t something he would even think of, if he even considered looking here an option to begin with. Got you now, you think to yourself. It was kind of fun to get revenge on him. Finally the tables are turned for once. You turned around, wondering what this room really is. You have all the time in the world to find out, after all.

You nearly scream when you bumped into something - or rather, someone.

“Y/N?” a voice whispered.

It is too dark to see a face, but it doesn’t take you long to realise who it is. It can’t be Jin. Or Taehyung. Namjoon. Yoongi. No matter how much you want it to be Hoseok, it isn’t him, either. You would even be content with it being Jungkook, but even this last resort isn’t an option.

Fuck.

You step back, almost bumping into the unlocked door and revealing your hiding spot in the process. Maybe that would be better than being trapped with… him.

“Fuck.”

“Fuck?” Jimin whispers. You feel his breath against your cheek - he’s that close to you. Closer than you ever let him get to you.

“Uh…” you bite your lip. “I-I just wasn’t expecting anyone else to be here, that’s all.”

He stays quiet for a moment, which makes you incredibly nervous. You regret all your decisions you made today. “Well, we can make this work.” You aren’t entirely sure if he’s talking about hiding with someone else, or about you being so close to him. “But do get away from the door, please.”

You swallow. You’re pretty sure that he’s just saying that to get closer to you, but you don’t really have a choice. Slowly, you take a step back, , doing your absolute best not to brush up against him. Being this close to Park Jimin is something that makes you so terribly self-conscious - which is only made worse by the fact that you’re wearing a dress that barely covers anything. That’s when you remember - the dress. With one hand, you attempt to pull down the back of your dress. You shiver when the back of your hand touches him. You pray to God that it’s his stomach, nothing lower than that.

Then you feel it.

You reflexively pull your hand away and then step back without thinking, which only makes you get closer to him. Your whole face turns red when you feel it again, this time poking against your ass. This can’t be happening. When you turn around, the fabric of your dress brushes against him once more, and he utters a quiet moan. “What the fuck, Jimin?” you snap, trying to keep your voice down. You can’t believe that he has an erection - even just thinking about it makes you feel strange. You can feel his eyes on you in the dark, and in that moment you decide you’ve had enough. “I’m leaving.” You take a step forward, your hands reaching out to push the door open.

“Y/N, please…” His groan sends a shiver down your spine. One of his hands wraps around your stomach, and he pulls you back into him.

“What are you doing?” you gasp, though you don’t fight him. Why aren’t you trying to fight him? What’s gotten into you? “We can’t-”

He groans again when you try to turn around in his arms. “I’ve had enough of your fucking games,” his fingers press into your stomach, making you feel a burning sensation inside. Your body responds out of habit, remembering a moment just like this one when you don’t want it to remember. You can’t believe how heavily you react to the thought of what he did to you so long ago.

“W-which games?” you stutter, trying your best not to think of anything. His hand moves down, making you swallow in anticipation.

“Don’t pretend like you don’t know.” He grabs your dress and pulls it up ever so slightly, uncovering more of your thighs. “I could’ve told Taehyung so much sooner. But I never did. I thought you’d tell him one day, so I waited. I told myself that you’d realise you can’t hide it forever, too. I’m done with waiting for that time.”

Your dress is up to your stomach at this point, pressing against your breasts. His hand slides down until it reaches your panties. You gasp for air, but your lungs betray you. “I-I didn’t know you still wanted me, Jimin.” It takes you every ounce of strength inside of your body not to moan as his hand finds its way between your legs.

“You didn’t know, huh?” he growls, his voice suddenly husky and dark. He brushes his lips up against your neck. It’s so familiar, you can’t believe it has been so long since the last time he did it. Not that you think about that in the moment - every nerve in your brain is busy processing the way this makes you feel.

“You don’t see how I look at you, huh? How badly I want to push you up against a wall and fuck you every time you’re close to me? Really, Y/N? You’re a fucking liar.”

You moan as his wet tongue moves across your neck down to your collarbone. He still knows all of your soft spots, finds them so quickly that you can’t even prepare for it. No matter how hard you try to avoid the memories, they are like ocean waves that try to drown you. You put your hand around his nape and close your eyes in a weak attempt to stop you from experiencing this much desire. This only makes you picture things that he’s done to you before that no one ever has. “F-fuck…”

That’s when he starts to move his hand between your thighs. “God, you’re so wet already,” he mutters into your skin. “I knew you’re just as impatient as me.” He pulls down your collar, revealing your breasts to him. He bites his lips at the sight of them. “I can’t wait to slam into your little pretty ass.”

“W-wait, what if Jungkook hears u-us?” You say as you remember your surroundings. You attempt to push Jimin away, but he doesn’t give in.

Jimin spins you around, making you cry out in surprise. His hand finds its way to your mouth faster than yours. When you look into his eyes in that brief moment, your heart stop beating. He looks at you like his prey. A wild, hungry look deprived of any empathy for you “I don’t care,” he says, right before he puts your nipple into his mouth.

You groan into his hand. Trying to calm yourself, you put your hands in his hair. The way his tongue plays with your sensitive skin makes you almost faint from pleasure. He’s gotten better, something you didn’t think was possible. Every time you slept with Jimin in the past, you were left breathless, numb, in delirium. What you’re feeling now doesn’t even compare.

The hand between your legs dips into your warmth - first with one finger, then two. Your mind goes blank from how he pleases you, and you pull him even closer to you. “Please fuck me,” you moan in desperation, your fingers shakingly trying to hold on to his hair. You can’t wait for him any longer.

He pushes you up against the wall with such force that you bite into his hand. A groan escapes his mouth, and he bites his lip to stop himself from making more noise. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he says as he removes his hand from your mouth. “You’re so fucking hot.” He briefly kisses you, messily and longingly with too much tongue, making you almost choke. After that, he lifts your ass up with one hand. Playfully, you pull his tie, making him come even closer to you. He licks his lips and reaches for his zipper, finally undressing himself. The way he takes his pants off is impatient and clumsy, but when he’s done, the look in his eyes is serious. In one swift gesture, he moves your underwear down just enough to uncover you before he thrusts himself into you.

His hard cock stretches you out around him as he goes all the way into you, showing his impatience. It hurts so much more than you remember, making you frown deeply as he stops moving. He breathes heavily, not used to how tight you are. You move your hips up slightly, trying to accomodate for the pain, which just intensifies the pleasure you feel. Jimin gasps. “D-don’t move,” he moans into your neck, and he shivers.

“Hm? I can’t hear you when you’re whispering,” you joke, even though you’re not doing much better yourself. Teasingly, you move your hips again, making him mutter a swear. “You fucking tease,” he growls as he pulls back, readying himself for another thrust, and another, and another. “I’m going to have to punish you for that.”

Your bodies seem to fuse together as he slams his erection into your warmth. As you wrap your arms around his back, he changes his rhythmic movements, which catches you off guard. He quickly presses his mouth against yours, swallowing your moan in the process.

That’s when you hear footsteps.

You’d completely forgotten that you weren’t by yourselves. Hearing Jungkook’s soft humming makes your heart jump out of your chest. You dig your nails into Jimin’s back, trying to make him stop - but he doesn’t. He looks into your eyes with a devilish expression, the kind of expression you’ve never seen him bear. It’s like something has taking him over - an animalistic desire that he can’t control.

“Jimin,” you mouth, hoping that he’ll come to his senses.

Inch by inch, he grinds his length into you, all in an effort to make you moan. You open your mouth, about to succumb, but you press your hand against your lips. You can still hear Jungkook, inches away from you, moments away from catching you in the act.

You don’t want to know what happens if he opens the door.

Your eyes roll back into your when you feel Jimin’s finger press against your clit as he fucks you rhythmically. Your legs wrap around him, which only makes him go deeper inside of you. You can’t believe that you haven’t made any sounds yet, because every part of you wants to scream out in pleasure. Every breath you breathe sounds like a moan. You press your mouth against his neck and bite into his delicate skin. When your teeth sink into him, he nearly whines, and he can’t help but make a strangled sound.

“Found you!”

You freeze, waiting for the moment the door opens. Every millisecond that passes makes you more anxious, until you’re about to burst. He’s found you.

“Was I last?”

You hear the muffled voice, coming from down the hall. Taehyung. Two pairs of footsteps echo through the hall, down the stairs, as Jimin slams into you once more. You try to listen, but at this point you can’t focus on anything but his cock sliding in and out of you.

Jimin puts his tongue on your nipple again and plays with it, as you focus on the muted sounds of the boys downstairs. You can’t hold back much longer - by the look in Jimin’s eyes, he’s close too.

You moan into your hand right as you hear Jungkook call your name. You tighten yourself around Jimin’s cock as much as possible, anticipating your climax, and as Jimin thrusts into you again, your vision goes dark, then colours purple, blue, orange. You feel his body slam into you a few more times, carrying you through your orgasm before he, too, climaxes.

“There you are!”

Jungkook crosses his arms when you enter the living room, followed by Jimin. You prayed a million times that you wouldn’t blush, but it was in vain. Your makeup is smeared too, but your nurse costume is good enough of a distraction for them to not realise.

You sit down between Jin and Hoseok as fast as you can, trying not to look directly at anyone, though you noticed they both look confused. “Where were you?” Jin says, more oblivious than you ever expected him to be. “Jungkook was getting tired of looking for you two.”

Jimin straightens his tie in that moment, smiling nonchalantly. “We were hiding in the cupboard, but Jungkook is too stupid to notice that it’s open.”

“Heyyy that’s not fair, hyung!” Jungkook protests. “You were cheating, okay?! Besides, what were you even doing for all this time? I called your names several times. Why didn’t you realise it was done?”

You open your mouth, but close it again before you said anything. What could you even say? It’s not like you’re good at coming up with excuses. Otherwise you’d have told Taehyung an excuse about Jimin and you a long time ago. When you glance at Jimin, he furtively smiles. Maybe he’s not that nerve-wrecking after all. You smile back. “We were having a very interesting... conversation about something,” Jimin says, and shrugs. It’s a miracle that you don’t start laughing.

“A conversation? About what??” Taehyung asks, tilting his head to the side.

The look in Jimin’s eyes tells you everything you need to know. “Oh, nothing important. We’ll tell you about it later,” he explains, winking at you. “Let’s just say it was a lot of fun for now.”

What you wouldn’t do to play hide and seek again.

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Lunar Ellipse

Commission of 60-70 pages for the amazing Solerwolf21

By: Cutegirlmayra

It’s been a long time since the Metal Sonic incident…

I’ve been carrying the weight of that day for a while now… I know it’s no good, so I’m trying to get my mind off of things and start something new.

At least, something new to think about…

That’s when I thought about Sally.

Soler held his medal close to himself, looking down forlorned as he continued his afternoon walk. It was getting late, as it usually does, but he missed his morning sulk so this was his best effort to stay on schedule.

“Heh,” He lightly laughed out loud at the thought. ‘Morning Sulk’ was a good name for it, but he liked the fresh air too. It was nice to get away from everyone’s busy work and all the fighting.

Time and time again… one fight after the other. But it was exhausting, you know? Then Eggman suddenly blipped off the radar. Everyone got anxious and confused, scared even. I went out on my own to do some recon and came back with to a nasty surprise. Apparently, I didn’t ask permission to go off on recon and the whole of the Freedom Fighters was about to send out a search party with Sally at the command.

After that, Sonic had told me to take it easy… but what does that mean?

Did everyone just suppose I was unstable? Maybe I wasn’t… maybe I really was.

I’ve thought a lot of things lately…

He stared at the ground as his shoes kicked the dirt off the path as he continued. The scent of pinewood and the weeds scrapping against his feet created a pleasant scenery. Not too many flowers, but just enough to catch the eye.

Mostly, I’ve thought a lot about Sally. But then…

He sighed, looking up as he let go of the medal and clasped the necklace instead.

“Luna… The moon’s about to come out soon.” He stopped a moment as he tried to remember which moon this would be.

When he realized he didn’t know, a sudden harsh sadness came on him. “Did I forget?” He seemed almost spooked. Feeling guilty, he quickly ran to try and see the moon over the hill he usually star-gazed on. He climbed a moment on all floors to regain some balance at his new quickened pace. It was a tad slippery from some rainfall, but Soler didn’t mind it. He was used to laying on this hill as fresh dew scattered across it. It was refreshing after the walk, and the sun warmed him while the earth cooled his sweaty back.

Things weren’t necessarily quiet back at camp… the Freedom Fighters had their fair share of Eggman busting to do. After he went dark, they were on high alert, finding rogue robots from his army and taking those down one by one. Sonic and Shadow both agreed I needed space and time to think, but qgain, what exactly does that mean? Were they really not gonna let me help? Just because of the Neo Metal Sonic incident… or because I went off on my own without telling anyone? It was confusing, to say the least… I felt bad about it, but I also hoped everyone had already put it passed them.

I guess I did give everyone quite a scare…

After racing to the top of the hill, he paused to look up, breathing hard in his worry. His emerald green eyes scanned the falling horizon, “… It’s not up yet.” He looked behind him and suddenly clutched his fists. “Dang it. I really can’t let go!” he slammed it into the hillside’s top, a full-blown swing as he slightly jumped and let it collide with the earth, bending and landing on his knees to reach the mark. This caused a small pound but none of his chaos energy was put into it, so his hand just hurt a little from the harsh hit.

“Huh?” He once again wondered what was going on. “My… my abilities?” he tried to see if he could do a Chaos Spear.

As practiced a thousand, no—millions of times with Shadow, he released a perfect set of spears that flew with a whistle out into the air and pierced sharply into the ground upon descending in an arrow’s arch. After a moment, they disappeared in a swiped flash and were no more.

“Phew… Why am I so paranoid?” he gripped his wrist, just massaging it a bit and wondering why he didn’t feel himself today.

Recently… I’ve been thinking too much.

He sat down, plopping on the tippy top of the hill as though not caring if he hurt himself in the process. Staring up, he vaguely saw the sun finally setting and dipping away.

It was his favorite thing. Waiting for the moon to come up. The Moonset, as he called it. However, he couldn’t bring himself to view the moon today, though he willed himself too. A pain slowly sank from his chest down into his heart and stomach. His mind raced again from the longings of his heart… his words following, unable to contain what lie inside his every thought.

“Luna…” He looked down at the necklace, waiting to see what the moon would be like today. “Luna… if I decided to love someone else… would you always know I still loved you?”

There was an unshakable silence.

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“Soler! You’re falling behind!” The voice was so real, so tangible. It was soft and high, like a cloud against the moon. It was shrouded in utter fascination and mystery to Soler, so hard to describe, but so easily to recognize and pull again to mind.

“Ha…Ha… I’m trying, alright!?” Counter wise, his voice was husky from all the running, heavy breaths interrupted any sweet, playfulness it usually carried.

“Well, try harder!” she urged.

“You’re just as pushy as your dad!” He raised his head up, trying to keep up the pace.

“Haha! I take that as a compliment!” It was a typical day with the beautiful chief’s daughter, nothing in the world could ruin this memory for him.

Luna raced up the track that headed back to her village, looking behind her constantly to wave and encourage Soler on. “Come on! If you make it, I might just give you a hero’s kiss~” she taunted, winking and blowing him a tease.

Soler’s head shot up, “Huh?” It hadn’t been long since they confessed the buddings of romance to each other, but the thought of a kiss still brought a faint blush to his cheeks.

“What? Was that not motivation enough? Hehe!” she laughed as she bolted forward again.

How mischievous… But I don’t dislike that about her. In fact, it’s kinda fun and refreshing to see her tease me like this.

He smiled, his breathing seeming to find a rhythm in their jog now. She was quite a ways ahead, but he didn’t mind giving her the head start. He loved running. It was something he always did when exploring new places.

But… today was meant to be the day he was going to tell her he wanted to head out again. His nomadic ways hadn’t stopped so suddenly. It was a habit to find new places and people to serve, it was just his nature to acquaint himself with anyone who needed his help.

He wanted to leave for a while, but also wanted to promise her he’d come back and live there with her… he was still so young, they both were.

His eyes arched as he thought about it…

If I kiss her… will that make me change my mind?

He shook his head.

I’ll just let her win. Besides, she usually does, anyway.

“Slowpoke!”

“That does it.” He narrowed his eyes, smiling. “Here I come!” he had stored his energy long enough He burst forward with a high-speed velocity, but nothing compared to the rumored Fastest Thing Alive. His lungs pumped air in and out like a steam-train without any breaks, his legs like well-oiled wheels being pushed by a long gear to never quit or strain under the pressure. He felt an open smile as he breathed through his mouth and was charging up to the side of her at a rapid pace.

His heart had a goal in mind, but his mind didn’t have the heart to disappoint her.

He began to catch up swiftly, causing her to stop laughing and gasp in fright. Immediately, she began to run with all her effort—for real this time. Though, her curiosity and fright at his sudden bolt made her keep looking over her shoulder, slowing her speed down every time she looked back to see him continually picking up speed.

“Eeee..!” her mouth stretched far back, clearly nervous about the rewards at stake…

“Heh.” Here’s for trying to tempt me! He slid up next to her and grabbed her hand, “Need a boost?”

“Ah!” she blushed, while he looped her hand under his arm and passed the village gates—side by side.

Serves her right for upping the ante.

It was terribly romantic, too. A duo tie. However, if Soler knew anything about Luna, she would downplay his charms and pretend like she wasn’t smitten at all by it.

“Y-you’re pretty fast.” She didn’t move away from him as he slowed down to a stop, looking down at her ducking face.

He could still see the pink all over her muzzle though, so it was enough to make him smile.

There was heat on his cheeks too, but the fresh air and smell of food being cooked in the village cooled and stilled him off. He would probably eat something light with her to make up for all the lost energy.

He decided not to ask about the ‘reward’ but instead, poke at her nose. “I know you’re pretty fast yourself. Almost lost there if I didn’t think fast too.”

She giggled at his touched and looked up at him, shyly trying to disguise her fondness for him. That smile though… couldn’t even hide a secret…

“Did you have fun?” He found himself saying, finding his breathing had returned to a normal rhythm again. He was glad she didn’t pull away, it reassured him that this tie was a grand idea in the end. At least, she always seemed to enjoy his company, and this wasn’t exactly the first time he was trying to win her affections through a clever tactic. He was used to be bolder with her now, since they confessed. But it did leave him wondering if he should really leave or not…

“Y-yes.” She put her other hand to her chest and tried to still her racing heart again. “But I think my heart still thinks we’re in the race.”

“Well… who said we’re not?”

“H-huh?”

He leaned down and lightly pecked the side of her cheek, making sure to pull her lightly over to him with his arm that still held her hand in place.

“Ah! Stop it! Not in public!” she cutely moved away and shoved him off, causing him to wobble a bit before grinning happily and stepping away from her.

“Whatever you say, Luna.”

She covered her face, but then opened her hands enough to stick her tongue out at him.

“You offered first…” he mumbled as he folded his arms and looked away. He decided not to push it anymore, concluding that she probably was still a bit hesitant about it all.

“Actually,… Luna… I meant to ask you something.”

Luna stiffened a bit.

“I… I think I’d like to-“ He was about to address the subject when a familiar voice, like brass toned to a mature ring, echoed towards the two abruptly.

“Luna! Darling!” Suddenly, out of the blue, her father stepped in and worriedly embraced his daughter. “What have I told you about wandering too far from the village?! Ah, Soler!” he saw Soler and outstretched his palm to him. “Now I see! You were being protected! I’m glad then. But still, dear girl, don’t go running off like that!”

“But dad, I’m-“

“A big girl who still asks me to cook breakfast for her?” He raised a comical eyebrow as Soler covered his mouth to chuckle.

She blushed and looked to Soler, then her father. “Dad!”

At this point, Luna’s father had completely taken Soler in. It didn’t change the fact that he didn’t exactly know Soler and Luna’s relationship, but at the same time, Soler felt he wouldn’t mind much either.

But they were still… so young.

He looked back out of the gates of the village, feeling some left over thrill at running out and exploring what else could be out there again.

His powers…

He looked down at his hands with striped ‘X’s over his gloves. I also want to go somewhere safe to train… My combat skills are better than ever, so far. And I’m sure there are other villages out there that could use my help too.

He turned back to watch the antics of father and daughter play out a familiar scene. The Chief was a bit protective over her, but it made sense since she was slightly childish at times. Seeing Luna scold her father while he kept lovingly reminding her of her youth made Soler wish once again to have known more about where he came from, what family dynamics he might have had. It was too much of a blurry memory, hazy from years of being unable to recall it. Still… he considered this village a type of family, and wondered what they’d think of him taking off for a while…

“-And that one time you asked me to buy you that adorable hedgehog doll made out of hay. You painted it white, you know.”

“DAD, SERIOUSLY, STOP!” she kept jumping up to try and reach his mouth, hoping to slam a hand over it and shut him up. However, The Chief kept raising his head to avoid her, laughing at her attempts to reach his rather large height.

“Hahah! Even put cute, little pink blush-dots on the cheeks.”

“I’m so embarrassed!” Luna finally gave up and covered her face again, ducking as she raced off deeper into the village. “You’re the worst, Dad!”

“Haha. About time she gave up.” As though planning this, The Chief turned to Soler. Soler realized then that he was trying to embarrass her and have her run off. Soler gulped, wondering what The Chief was up too… “Now then, why don’t you and I have a talk, young man.”

Soler suddenly felt a whole planet had been dropped on him. A… A talk? Did he know!?

“Y-…Yes, sir.” He didn’t know why he was so nervous all of a sudden. He deeply respected The Chief, he was a good man, but the way he said that…

The two walked around the village, full of young and old life doing chores like hanging clothes out on lines or cooking for the village feast. They didn’t usually eat in families on weekends but had big parties to celebrate their happy village community.

Soler loved it here, but the atmosphere was something he wasn’t accustomed too. They had welcomed him with open arms, a little hesitant about his presence at first before saving them from a wild creature of sorts. Soler was sure it was something dark and possibly enraged by battling one of Eggman’s robots, evident by oil all over its hide. But whatever it was, it wasn’t natural. Soler had gotten injured and some of that darkness infected his injury, but Luna tended to him and his strange power had taken care of the rest. He was a bit uncomfortable with how sincerely grateful they were to him, always making him special in any social gathering, but he took it with a polite smile and awkward head nod.

Today, it seemed The Chief wanted to talk about manhood. He began to recite something that sounded recited, if that makes any sense. So although Soler listened intently to the chief’s speech on what a true, righteous man is… he was instantly bored of the topic and observing the life of the bustling village about him. He was constantly in awe at it, watching the children play outside their little straw houses or huts. So modest an abode, but then again, no one seemed to notice wealth or poverty. It was like they all shared and communicated freely, nothing was bought or sold, but exchanged and handed out without contracts or agreements. Just… in the spirit of being friendly and neighborly.

He knew it was very different from the outside world though, but when The Chief began to change his tone, Soler immediately started to pay more attention to his long monologue.

“Now, a lot of people ask what a young man like you would want to be when he grows up. A warrior? Simple farmer? But any of man can be a truly good, exemplary, benevolent man regardless of upbringing or birth.”

The entire time, Soler felt uneasy. He wasn’t much into justice or goodness. He just did what he felt was for the benefit of other’s safety. A man has his own soul to look after, but that doesn’t mean he can’t risk it save another’s. He wanted to ignore again and scan the silkworks for a sign of Luna, maybe find her gathering hay in a field and carrying it to the storehouse. Either way, anything would be better than being stuck with a rambling old man about traditional man values…

Why can’t I just be my own kind of man?

“-And so a true man has a heart that will never yield to injustice, but always fight for what is right. Regardless of this, he also obeys the laws the citizens have placed by their own will and hearts. So, what I’m saying is, the fifth quality of a true, righteous man is to respect the hearts of others, as well as the laws they give to govern themselves- ah… Soler?” The chief hit his staff a few times to the ground, causing Soler to snap out of his walking-sleep and shake his head a second.

He immediately realized he had been caught daydreaming, and apologetically scratched the back of his head.

“E…heh.” Opps.

“…Ehem.” The Chief cleared his throat, showing he was aware that Soler was dozing off while walking with him. Which… his eyes were wondering a lot, and after a moment,… maybe he did rest them without realizing noticing he was dozing off…

The Chief sighed, “One day, you will become a man. What, prey tell, kind of man do you want to be?”

Without hesitation, Soler opened his mouth-

And yawned.

“You aren’t very keen on thinking of the future, are you, boy?” The chief relaxed his tensed-up shoulders a moment, showing his caring eyes again that told Soler he was off the hook.

At least, for now.

“Honestly, Chief… I wanted to tell you and Luna what I’ve been thinking and feeling lately.”

“Oh?” The chief seemed interested, switching his staff to the other hand and waiting patiently for Soler to continue. “Go on.”

“I… There’s just a… big, whole world out there!” Soler spread his arms out. “I mean… don’t get me wrong, you must know how I feel about your village, but…”

“Emhmm…” the chief smiled, leaning down and giving Soler a look like he knew how he felt about a certain daughter of his too…

But Soler shook off the feeling and smiled sheepishly, continuing with his original thought. “B-but I can’t help and feel like I want to go out there and see what other things I can learn and do. I want to come back! Honest! I just…” he felt his animated arms suddenly slow and drop to his sides. “…I’m sorry. I have to see who else I can help. If I even have control enough to help them.” He felt his uncertainty bite down on his words, but he felt he could tell The Chief anything. Even his own heart…

“There, there, boy. You are a typical young man.” The Chief put his arm around Soler’s shoulders, since he was quite a large man. But clearly, The Chief was beyond his own youthful years now and couldn’t really defend the village himself. Hearing Solar speak these things… Soler wondered if he’d really be okay with his words. “You don’t want to be stuck in a fishbowl, spinning in circles inside the plot of space allotted to you. And although I wish I could just say, ‘off you go!’ I’m afraid my fear for my village is a little more prominent on this matter than I hoped.”… or not.

He gave a fatherly shake on Soler’s shoulders before letting go and walking on, shaking his head. “What will we do without you, Soler? Is your mind made up or are you still willing to consider staying here?” it was a kind plea, one that made it hard to respond too.

Soler felt his heart ache a moment. “You’re a good leader, Chief. Honest, you are! I just… I have to go.” Soler admitted, though it pained him to see the Chief look so downhearted.

The Chief took a moment, not speaking as he clearly was sad to hear this.

But after a moment, he nodded and sighed, walking off. “I have no say in your life, Soler… I just wish I could convince you somehow.”

Soler bowed in respect, “Thank you… Chief.” He stopped to show he wasn’t going to follow and speak with The Chief further. The Chief looked sorrowfully over his shoulder to Soler, his eyebrows showing the concern for not only Soler’s life, but the safety of his village. He was a good man, though. He was going to let Soler do as he wished.

Now all Soler had to do… was break the news to Luna.

He looked behind him, wondering how on earth he was going to tell her.

…Easier said than done…

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The moon was high now, the stars not out yet, but the owls cooed on their sideline choirs. Soler opened his eyes, relaxing and having dozed off in a dream of his past for a moment.

He rubbed his eyes, placing his hands on his stomach. He yawned and pulled out the necklace.

“Hmm. So that’s the phase today.” He concluded, and let his head fall back to the soft grace he was resting on before.

He had matured so much since then… But his yawn still matched that boy from the dream… his past self. He had no idea what was in store to come.

Soler lowered his eyes,… remembering the horrors that would then ensnare Soler’s every step forward. The pity and the pain, the sorrow and the savagery.

“…Luna.” He began. He found that something new had slipped into the crevices of his broken heart.

“I want to ask Sally if she’d like to go on a walk with me.”

It wasn’t what he usually said to the moon, but it was just what popped out. He had conversations like this, out loud with the moon as the only witness, holding Luna’s necklace by his heart. The moon never responded, and neither did Luna.

But there was no silence this time. Crickets hopped with their strings creaking out into the night. The owls’ choir was still in full rehearsal for the dead of night, and the moon stayed motionless to observe the orchestra in the dark.

“Would you… feel betrayed if I did?” he felt the cold nip at his nose, causing him to shiver slightly. “You’re my long-lasting love, Luna… I appreciate you more than anything else in the world. You did so much for me… Will you let me get close to someone else? Move on? I’m just…” he turned on his side, “I’m just lonely again… feeling like I’m wanting a fishbowl… but denying it again and again.”

There was a swift wind that ruffled his quills on his back.

“Brr…” he felt the chill and got up, rubbing his arms and blowing some hot air into his hands. “It’s gonna be winter soon… I can’t come see the moon all the time like this. This isn’t a goodbye or anything… it’s kinda like…” he looked back up at the moon, shining as there wasn’t a cloud in the sky to dull its glow. “Permission.”

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A pot crashed to the floor as the other girls in the storage room all stopped their cluttering chores and watched as Soler backed away from Luna.

She quickly turned around with glossy eyes, “Leaving..? Why? What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing’s wrong!” Soler shook his hands out, and then looked around at the people around him.

Shoot. She should have come with me to our tree… but she just had to decide that she’d finally listen to her father for once and not leave the village!

Luna opened her mouth to say something but stopped as she closed it tight.

She forced her eyes not to blink, and quickly grabbed Soler’s arm, dragging him out of the room so no one could see the very real threat of tears coming to her eyes. One blink, and she would be a mess in front of those who looked up to her family for guidance and leadership.

Soler felt bad about whispering the news into her ear, but she refused to come with him, what else could he have done?

They hiked in silence as Soler tried to explain himself but Luna shushed him every chance he got a word out.

Finally, they were at their tree, where he originally asked her to go. “Luna, say something!” He begged when she let him go and spun around.

“Soler… I don’t want you to go.” She admitted, her voice shaking a moment in her emotions.

“I know… I know that, okay?” He gently approached her, placing his hands on her arms. “Don’t cry, Luna… I’ll come back! I promise! I’ll bring you lots of things too. You’ll see, it’ll be like I never left.”

“…You don’t have to go, do you?” she looked up, and it broke his heart to see her so upset.

“…No.” he whispered, letting the word slip out of his mouth. “I want to go, though.”

“But why?” She moved away a second, “Am I not good enough?” she then raced back into his arms, hugging him tightly. “I thought you were going to protect this village!”

“I-…” he was losing it.

Why should I go?

He looked away.

Any guy would want to stay. Luna was amazing. Her father adored him. The village was just giddy to accept him into their family… so why?

He remembered.

“Luna, I have a power that is extremely dangerous, hidden inside of me.” He took her hands in his own, holding them together. “I do care about you, a whole awful lot, but…” he turned his head away from her, thinking carefully on his next words. “I also want to make sure that when I come back, I’m strong enough to protect more than just your village.” His eyes bore a witness of his love for her, but he worried she couldn’t understand. He had turned back to her, but she was still emotionally distraught, letting tears fall more willingly now that it was just the two of them.

That was Luna for you, always dropping her front for Soler. She only cared that he loved her, and the rest was meaningless.

But she clearly feared his words, and didn’t seem to understand why he was doing this.

Luna sniffed, looking at his nose and lightly moving her hand to drift a finger onto it, letting it slide down and reach his muzzle before continuing the stroke down to his mouth. “Just… stop talking, okay?”

He felt something flare up inside him, but he wasn’t sure what it was. The strange touch was hypnotic, it altered his thoughts a moment before her finger stopped at his mouth, and her words brought him back to reality. He hadn’t felt anything that powerful before, but he also chose to ignore it.

“Luna…” He looked down at her finger, feeling his lips move under its touch… He felt his whole body surrendering and he didn’t understand why. His will to continue to comfort and encourage her was the only thing keeping him talking. Reassuring her that he was coming home was the only thing that matter now. He had to make sure she understood him. That he would, honestly, come back!

“I said to stop… please…” she ducked her head into his chest fur, ruffling her face deeper inside it to rid herself of the tears and feel something warm and inviting again.

“I don’t care how powerful you are.” She spoke boldly now. “I don’t care! I love you!” she pulled out of his chest and lightly kissed him.

Now he was confused.

A moment ago, he was ready to pack up with a goal in mind. Hone his skills and help others, come back for Luna with gifts in hand, and live the rest of his life as a guardian over the little village.

But now..?

All he wanted to do was warp his arms around her thin waist, skim the skin of their lips over the other’s, and not think at all. Just feel.

He held her so close that there was nothing between them and brought her deeper into her misaimed kiss. It was rash and bold, and her inexperience led her to just dive and go for it. Thankfully, this didn’t deter his affections for her. He found where her lips were and started to kiss back, feeling her sudden strength falter and finally, she too surrendered her weight into him.

When air was required, the two parted and just hung in the moment, unable to separate feelings from reason.

“…How could I leave you?” his breathless confession gave her courage. “I’m madly in love with you, too…”

She went for another kiss, leaving him even more conflicted.

Nothing wanted to resist her, but everything in him knew he needed too.

She lured his resistance back down inside of him, pulling out a vulnerability he had never felt before. She lightly slid her hands down to his embracing arms, enticing him to follow her towards the side of their tree.

I have to stop this… if I don’t, she’ll never let me go.

His brain knew that, but his heart kept letting her lead.

Darn it! How is she so good at this!?

Though innocent to the ways of love, Luna seemed to have a knack for it. Whether she had been planning this for a while or just imagined it happening and played it out didn’t matter. Whatever it was, Luna was keeping him there, and that thought…

Scared him.

Luna leaned against the tree, pulling him close again as her fingers returned to the side of his face and brought his kiss deeper and deeper into her. When she moved away, he felt like the planet had shifted, opening his eyes and wondering what on earth was happening. It was great, but it was so sudden. What were we even talking about again?

“Then don’t go. Stay with me. Soler, don’t you want to stay?” it was so sweet, so inviting… he remembered once again what it was he had to do, what awful power lie inside of himself, and immediately took his hands away and placed them on the tree. They were on either side of her while he breathed a moment, shifting his eyes as he didn’t know now what to do. Give into his mind or his heart? What was the better option here?

“Please… don’t make this harder on me than it already is.” He was begging her to free him. Whatever entrapment she was casting on him, it was working all too well. “I don’t want to constantly have the fear that my power will burst out of me, hurt you or someone in your village.”

“Our village…” she cooed, moving towards his lips again.

Was this manipulation!? Should I care if it is or isn’t?! Luna… all I can think about is you now! Why is this so hard to bear…

In the middle of another passionate, but inexperienced kiss, he found his arms twitching to return to her sides… but he pulled away and placed them back on the tree’s trunk, resisting.

“No.” He had to side with his mind. Otherwise… otherwise… what horrors could happen to them if my powers whacked out and killed them all!?

“No, Luna…” He stated it again so faintly this time, she thought he had just been breathing.

She kissed his cheek and he pulled away once more, shaking his head but keeping his eyes shut. One look at her and he would be at her mercy again. He had to keep it together, somehow…

“Luna… Luna, I love you, but we’re so young.” It took every bit of him to fully move away, to think of her safety over the feelings she was tugging out of him. Like a tug-o-war, he kept fighting her gentle pulls and pulled back with his own. I have to win. For her safety. Why doesn’t she understand that!?

He shook his hand, rubbing the other hand through his quills as he moved away from their tree. I gotta calm down. If I don’t think clearly, I’ll disappoint The Chief… Or maybe… this is what The Chief meant by convincing me? No, no! They wouldn’t play me that way!

“Soler… I’m not a child anymore.” She asserted herself, stepping in front of him and cutting off his doubting thoughts. “It’s okay to kiss me. I don’t mind-“

“No, that’s not it! That kiss was amazing! Are you kidding me?!” His goofy side was coming out with his nerves, and she giggled at his response.

“Really..? It was my first…” she held her hands in front of herself, soaking in the praise and blushing with accomplishment. “But besides that… was it enough to make you stay?”

He froze, his hands still mid-motion running along the spikes on his head.

“…I just don’t think you’re listening to me.” He admitted, being honest. “I think all you hear is that I’m going away, but what you’re not hearing is that I’m coming back. For you, Luna. I’m going away and coming back for you.”

“You’re… leaving for me?” she decided not to argue about the ‘listening’ part, and instead, try and seek understanding.

“Yes!” he excitedly threw his hands up to his sides. “Yes! I want you safe! I want to make sure everyone is safe with me around! Do you understand, Luna? I want to stay, but I first have to make sure I’m safe.”

He put his hands to his heart, desperately hoping she’d understand now.

“You’ve seen my power before, haven’t you, Luna? Have you forgotten so quickly what I can do?”

“…You can… do incredible things.” She seemed to be understanding a bit more now, opening up to the idea more. This gave him strength in his resolve, but every fiber of his being wanted to reach for her cheek and pull her into another mutual kiss. He had to resist that urge though. He knew now he had to leave… tonight.

“But those things aren’t always incredibly good. They can also turn incredibly dangerous in seconds. I don’t have any control over it, Luna. What if one day—And I mean one day as in some day—I seriously hurt you beyond my current capabilities? What if, while I’m still growing up, my powers grow with me and I can’t take back what they do?”

Her face sunk into a look of hopelessness. “Do you really think it controls you?” she looked into his eyes.

“I have no idea what it is, or what it can do.” He admitted, moving up and finally letting his fingers curl around her cheek bones and place his forehead to hers. He closed his eyes, squinting them so hard he thought he’d burst into tears if he didn’t. “But I won’t let it happen. I’ll sharpen my powers. I’ll be someone who can save others. Not just on a fluke, but for real. I took a hit for you, remember? I really need you to take this one for me…”

He felt wrong pulling that out of the bag in such a way as he did. But it was his last resort. “Let me go, Luna?” he asked, so sincerely. “Let me go and be a good man.”

She gently… lifted her hand to his own and nodded, crying softly without words.

They stayed in the others embrace for a moment, holding one another as their emotions came back to a somewhat reasonable stability. After a moment of silence, Luna consoled herself and reserved her feelings. She looked back up at him, feeling him gently wipe her tears away with a soft smile on his face.

She finally spoke, “Okay.” She said lightly.

She held a long blink a moment, as if forcing herself to say it again. She opened her eyes and looked up into his again, “Okay…”

That night, Luna stood outside his small, roughly constructed hut the villagers had made for him as he gathered his things. He didn’t have much, but he needed supplies for a long journey. He didn’t give her a set time, not wanting to make any promises he couldn’t keep, but he did give her one last kiss. However, she pulled quickly out of it, not saying a word.

It lingered, that heartache from her silence and reserved attitude as he waved one last time down the track that lead to her home, the lively and pleasant village.

She didn’t wave back, she just winked with a forced smile.

“I’ll be back before you know it, Luna… Every time you see the sunrise-“ he pointed to the moon, “And every time I see the moon, I’ll be thinking of you.”

“…I’ll pray that the sun rises every day then.” She held her necklace tightly in her hand, holding in the words she really wanted to say. “Don’t go… don’t go…”

“I love you… I love you…” every time he wanted to look back, he took another step forward, uttering the words after her own silent pleadings.

She mouthed more of the same desperate longings for him to rush back into her arms, returning to her and forgetting everything he had said previously. But as he left earshot, heading off into the night, she could see each firm foot-fall at every step he dared to take. She knew then that he wouldn’t be tempted to turn back to her, and formed a strong face in the mist of her turmoil inside her heart.

She would be there when he returned, he just knew it.

He had to trust his gut.

But his gut was saying…

Don’t go.

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Soler woke up with Sally hurriedly placing blankets on his head.

“H-huh?”

“Quick! Get me some hot water, anything to fight off the cold.”

“C-cold?”

“You idiot!” she saw he had awoken and placed her hands on her hips, stubbornly. “You fell asleep just before the winter night! Are you asking to get ill or something?”

He lifted a cold hand to his head, burning with a fever.

“Guess I was…” he joked, but Sally just rolled her eyes and then smiled at him.

“Well, how inconsiderate of you. Now we have to use precious medicine meant for emergencies on your slight fever.”

“Is it that bad?”

“I didn’t emphasize ‘slight’, did I?”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Then you’re not doing so hot.”

“Duly noted. Temperature?”

“What do you care? Your fever is your own doing. I’ll get a cold washcloth for your head, just don’t move from that spot, alright?” She was harsh, but there was always a loving touch behind each sarcastic jab.

I was almost thankful I got sick. Sally personally stayed by my side and nursed me. It was day two and she was making soup for me, waving off another freedom fighter from worrying about me. She said, “I’ll handle this one. You just make sure Nicole doesn’t overheat with all the decoding Tails and Rotor are making her do. Is Amy still with Sonic? Tell her he’s fine and he’s just being a baby. How about Shadow? You should tell him Soler’s fallen ill by his own accord. I don’t know, don’t ask me. We found him lying on a hill shivering in the absolute worst state last night. We would have never found him without Team Chaotix picking his signal up while searching for badniks.”

Soler smiled slightly, his eyes blinking a few times as he listened in on her voice while waking up to its worried tone, honing all his senses onto it.

Then she came in, making him nervous as he found he pulled the covers of the blankets up a bit before Sally saw he was awake.

With a kind smile, she put some food down and helped him sit up, “How are you feeling now? You gave us all quite a scare.” She slightly repeated herself, but this time, with a bit more care.

He didn’t really know how to tell her. It was on accident that he had fallen ill, but he was purposefully there to watch the moon…

“How’s the resistance?”

“The Freedom Fighters won’t give up, you know that. Much like how Sonic won’t quit complaining either.” She rolled her eyes before winking and leaning slightly closer to Soler, “At least you were knocked out before you could start whining, right?”

He snickered, “No one likes a cry-baby.”

“Ah, but everyone loves babies.” Sally joked again, “At least you’re being good. Anything hurt?”

“Nah, I’ll be fine.”

She surprised him by placing her hand on his forehead, checking his temperature and then comparing it with her own. She moved closer and lifted the hand away, placing it down for support as she placed her forehead up against his own. He wasn’t sure if it was the fever that made his cheeks feel warm or not, but she pulled her lips back into a fine line and ‘hmm’d at the results of her investigation into his temperature. “It’s going down, which is good.”

He stared at her for a moment, the closeness between them bringing a small pulse of joy to his soul. He had to be utterly still, worried if he moved, she would also move away.

“Sally…” he begins, but the second he says her name…

“Am I not good enough?”

“Ahgh…”

Soler was the one to pull away first, feeling himself falter as Luna’s voice pierced his mind from that profound memory he had dreamed again. He hated that he was the reason the closeness between him and Sally was unbreached, but couldn’t be disgruntled about it now.

“Soler?” Sally worriedly leaned back before reaching for him.

He raised a hand, gripping the other to his head. “I’m fine. I’m fine… Sorry.” He didn’t want to explain it, but it wasn’t the physical illness that was plaguing him.

All he wanted to do was ask her. Why did guilt grip at him so much?

He didn’t want to shame his memory of Luna, his first ever love. He didn’t know whether true love was a thing or not, but he didn’t want to believe he could never find it again either.

“…You don’t have to go, do you?” she looked up, and it broke his heart to see her so upset.

“…No.” he whispered, letting the word slip out of his mouth. “I want to go, though.”

I really want to go, Luna. Please…

“Soler… do you need some more medicine? Here, at least eat something.” She got the food and placed it in front of his ducked head. He nodded, slowly reaching for it as Sally went to get some pills, dipping them in some water as they sprang out into dust. She spun the cup around, letting the particles dissolve and seem to disappear in the water.

“It’s not gonna taste great.”

Anything to drown out the pain.

He took the cup and began to gulp it down, then ate at the warm soup and licked his lips at the lingering flavor.

He didn’t want to hurt Luna again… even if it was just the memory of her.

I’m sorry, Sally. He mentally scolded himself for listening to a memory. But he couldn’t… he couldn’t refuse her again.

“Let me go, Luna? Let me go and be a good man.”

“Hoo… if you ask me, we’ve all been overworked lately.” Sally sighed before sitting on a chair on the other side of the room, kicking a leg over her other and rubbing the bridge of her nose. “Everyone has been demanding so much of us… Eggman is relentless and Shadow and Sonic still haven’t made amends about their last ‘dispute’.” She looked a little strained… this would be the perfect moment.

“You need a vacation.” Soler politely stated with a hint of humor in his gruff voice, due to his condition.

“A beautiful girl like yourself shouldn’t be working day in and day out without some sort of afternoon walk.”

She looked up at him for a moment. After processing what he stated, she smiled and rested her chin on her hand, leaning on the armrest. “Yeah, and get a cold just like you? Becoming useless to everyone for two days..?” she teased with a friendly smile.

Were we… flirting?

“I couldn’t do a vacation, maybe a break though.”

This really was the perfect moment, but before he could try and push the memory of Luna aside, trying to delicately remind himself that she wasn’t even here… but was gone, he faded off into his fever. “Would be… kinda nice… to walk with… someone…again.” his eyes drooped and he finally receded back into his deep sleep.

“Soler? Soler, are you okay?” She stood up, “Soler!” She raced to his bedside, but he could feel the sleep coming on and knew the dream would only continue where it left off.

---

Fire.

Screams had already deafened out into silence.

Soler watched as Luna was killed right before his eyes, then a vile threat from the shadowed figure, unable to be identified through the haze of the smog from the village flames and the burning that blurred Soler’s eyes.

Why did I have to go?

After the terrible events, he held Luna’s body, desperate to sense life in it.

She was gone. Not a single word of goodbye or even a reunion from being gone so long.

His emotions couldn’t handle it. He just clutched her lifeless and bleeding body in his hands. The blood was hot on his hands, but he felt numb to it. The red only blurred in the sight of the massive fog moving like a carpet that smelled of burning flesh and wood.

His eyes were half open, squinting through the tears and stinging air. He could hardly breathe. His heart was smashed under the stress, not even wanting to beat anymore, but the adrenaline kept him alive.

Red… the sky soaked the world in an endless red.

Dawn.

When everything in him finally came back to reality, he carried Luna’s body through the ash-filled village; at least, what remained of it. He continued to walk as though a ghost passing through a memory. For a moment, the village was alive again. Young men and women walked at a leisurely pace to do their chores, and the elders of the village worked their wheels or cooked their meals safely tucked away in their little homes. Life was blissful and uneventful. Was that why I had to leave?

He was entranced in his vision before his eyes twitched when his foot bumped up against something.

Looking down, he noticed he had knocked a small doll to the side, but it slowly rolled back to look directly up at Soler. Its expression was singed with black soot. What have I done?

Of course it wasn’t Soler’s fault, but he fell to his knees, gripping Luna’s body and letting her blood dry on his white fur.

He crumbled in the center of the village, leaning forward all the way till his head rested just above her side, crying out a loud, grieving mourn.

His wailing chased the birds that came to eat the corpses away, cawing at his abruptness in the now stilled morning.

How long have I been like this? How much time has passed?

Crying out in such agonized pain, he felt his voice grow sore and losing itself.

More. I have to cry more. It’s not enough!

Some lasting flames still licked at the remaining and burnable woods, straws, and yarns that were all but dust by the time Soler had arrived.

Luna… Chief… the villagers…

Gone.

---

Soler flinched awake, gasping as he felt his breath fill with clean air again. Fresh, pine-smells from the forest outside blew from the window above his low-riding bed. The dews of the last rainfall lingered in the cool breeze as he tried to get his bearings again.

The heat of that morning… it was so vivid and tangible just a moment ago. It was immediately replaced by this… this peaceful and serene morning.

His sweat made him shiver, gripping the blankets and trying to rub them against his shoulders and arms.

He felt better physically, but there was still a fever deep in his memory… a fever of Neo Metal Sonic… a recalling of past events that were now, eternally, seared into his mind.

He hadn’t had that real of a nightmare for a while. He thought—maybe, his PTSD had finally passed. He wondered for a long time while taking his walks, reading his books, training in the forest, and on the mountain sides that perhaps he could live a normal life again.

That apparently wasn’t the case.

“Aughh…” he rubbed his head, wiping his nose on his glove and looking himself over. “I need a bath.” He stuck his tongue out, disgusted at the idea of him being asleep for so many days in the same, now sweat-soaked bed.

He flipped the sheets over and began to walk towards the bathroom. Gripping the hose from atop the makeshift shower, he washed himself down and cleaned his clothes the old-fashion way. All he had were his shoes and gloves anyway, he wasn’t as lazy and inconsiderate of other people’s time as some would have supposed.

After that… he just got up and went to look for something to do. If his mind was occupied, maybe his heart would be too.

Tails and Rotor… Sally had mentioned they were getting Nicole to work on some things. He wasn’t really tech savvy, but he could hold his own in a conversation if needs be.

He decided to head over there first, and wasn’t surprised to see Sonic and Shadow peering with different expressions at the results flying through the computer screen.

Yikes… Shadow looks concerned.

He was probably the only person alive who would read Shadow’s multiple frowns. Where one may say he’s angry, Soler would say he’s just thinking. Someone could accuse Shadow of being condescending, and Soler would politely suggest he’s just showing some tough love.

Amy once thought Shadow was being rude, but Soler calmly explained he was attempting humor.

Sonic would battle with Shadow through wit and brawns, but Soler just knew that’s how they got along.

So when he saw Shadow’s face, he knew he wasn’t ticked off by Sonic’s grin, but simply worried about the results he was reading.

“You’re being too rash, Sonic.” Shadow almost growled the words out, but there was a refined elegance to his stance. He pivoted a foot toward him, removing his folded arms to gesture one out to him. This action forced Sonic to look at the movement and pay attention to his words, which made Soler smile, because Shadow seemed to also have an understanding of how Sonic worked. “If we try an all-out, frontal attack with these numbers… Some of our people may not be coming back.” He tightened his fist, showing his resolve in not losing anymore comrades.

Soler tightened the line of his mouth, not sure what he thought of that statement. If Shadow’s concerned, then this next raid must be a big deal…

“What’s to worry about?” Sonic shrugged, still happy-go-lucky as ever. “We’ve got Nicole to figure out all the possibilities and she’s already confirmed what we need is in there. We just have to use some sneak and distraction to get it out.” He wiggled his fingers down and moved them swiftly to the side, as though stating the ‘distraction’ part would be a walk in the park.

Soler decided to lean on the door post, listen for further clues before possibly saying anything.

“…Nicole.”

The voice freaked him out a moment, leaning up again from his relaxed stance and turning to see Sally stride forward, placing herself between Shadow and Sonic. She really did look regal, positioning herself right between the two different opinions of these powerful men.

“Is that machine you found really worth all this trouble?”

Sonic put a hand to his hip, tilting his head to Sally as though hoping she would side with him, but looked up to see Nicole’s answer instead.

“… I’m so sorry, Sally. But if Eggman really does complete the framework and design that Tails and Rotor showed me… it would be devastating for the entire Freedom Fighting cause. Not only would he be trying to mass-robotize whole continents with this device, but the level of fire-power in these system outlines also concludes a possible, massive war-weapon.”

“Is he that desperate to know our location?” Shadow countered, but Sonic snickered a reply as quick as blue lightning.

“Nah, he’s through trying to find our many stashed bases all over Mobius. He’s ready to just blow it all sky-high and rebuild later!” Sonic’s attitude rubbed Soler the wrong way, and he finally stepped forward.

“You should be taking this a bit more seriously, Sonic.” Defending Shadow’s end, Soler watched as Sonic and the others turned to address him.

“Well, well. If it isn’t the moon-watcher.” Sonic smiled, raising an eyebrow. “You done with your ‘light cold’ yet?”

Soler knew he was teasing him, but he still felt a little insulted. His eyelids dropped halfway to show his unamused expression as Sonic twitched at his serious response.

“Geez, you usually love my quips.” He pfft’d. “Someone’s been hanging out with Mr. Grumpy Quills too much.” He looked to Shadow. “Your boy’s up.”

“He’s not a boy, nor mine.” Shadow glared to Sonic but stepped up to Soler. “Your timing couldn’t be more perfect. We’ve got an ideal mission for your abilities. We need someone to endure Eggman’s offenses while we storm his fortress. We’re after that.” He pointed back to the screen as Nicole showed the massive fighter ship, still under construction in some areas.

Nicole then materialized in front of Sonic and Sally, stepping boldly to Shadow and Soler. “Is this really a clear plan?” She questioned, looking sheepishly scared at Shadow’s suggestion. “He’s an able fighter, but…”

“What Nicole is trying to say,” Sally about-faced, moving over to Shadow and Nicole. “Is that Soler is inexperienced and can get a little emotional when coming to his full power.”

Soler looked down, a little embarrassed she was speaking this way about him.

“Then I haven’t trained him enough.” Shadow quickly looked back at him, a true teacher’s anger as Soler felt fear spike up his spine.

Shadow gripped the top of Soler’s head, “If your last little outburst didn’t teach you patience and reason, then I have no choice but to put you through the ringer…” he started to drag Soler out the door, and knowing how awful Shadow’s routines could be, Soler knew his struggles wouldn’t be enough to satisfy Shadow’s perfectionist views this time.

“Wait-!” Sally outstretched her hand.

Oh, thank Chaos!

Sally looked kindly to Soler, “…He just recovered. I’ll talk to him. I’m the leader of the Freedom Fighters after all. I’ll judge whether he’s really ready or not.”

Shadow gave her a stern look as he slowly released Soler’s head from his firm, killer death grip.

“Very well… but if he doesn’t amount to your expectations…” He folded his arms, glaring down at Soler, as if to say- Don’t disappoint me a second time.

Soler gulped. Even after all these years, Shadow still saw him as a hopeless child.

Sonic clutched his stomach and laughed, walking over and swinging an arm around Soler. “Man! You should have seen the look on your face!”

Soler pouted, “It’s not like you haven’t had a time where Sally’s saved your butt either, Blue.”

“Hahahahaha-Watch it.” Almost as if a tick on a clock’s hand, Sonic’s charming ways shifted to a serious look of humiliation.

“Heh. Men will be boys.” Sally shook her head and then waved for Soler to follow her. “Come on, Soler. I’m ready for that ‘walk’ now.”

Soler could feel a gentle but heated blush on his face, but Sonic leaned toward his cheek with a suspicious side glance, leering on the colorful pink of his face…

“Now, what’s this..?”

 “Ah! G-got to go! Can’t keep a princess waiting!” Soler quickly leaned away and dashed. Not wanting to be found out, he charged to Sally’s side.

Sonic seemed confused, but only thought about it for a moment before growing bored and shrugging it off.

Shadow walked the opposite direction away from the two, and Sally sighed after seeing him out of ear-shot. “That was close.” Sally breathed out.

“Huh?” Soler looked back at her, seeing her face light up with a short giggle.

“What do you mean, ‘huh’?” she lightly nudged his shoulder, “I mean I just saved you from Shadow, the drill sergeant.” She laughed a little more boldly now that the two of them were heading into the thick of the forest.

She touched her head and arched her arm in, really letting herself enjoy the feeling. “Man, I haven’t laughed that good in a while!”

He smiled, seeing her happy made him feel good, even if that laughter was directed at an odd circumstance…

“Hehe… What’s gotten into you, anyway? I thought you wanted to take a walk and not get involved in war affairs for a while.” She looked onward, but Soler just kept staring at her.

“That’s…” he finally looked away, uncomfortable about mentioning Sonic’s words.

“What? You really think I don’t know you well enough?” She raised a playful eyebrow, and for a moment, he realized she thought he was going to say something else.

“N-no, no. That’s not-“ Before he could say anything more, she suddenly quieted down and smiled. She closed her eyes and put her hands behind her back.

“…Hmm… Maybe I only imagine the parts of you I don’t know.” She looked up at the sky, lingering there as Soler was completely captured in how she looked. Her brown fur in the morning light made a blonde line around her body. Her red hair glistened and waved like grass along the hillside.

She finally positioned her gaze forward towards the continuing dirt path, a sorrowful expression taking root in her eyes. “I often think you’re this poor, misunderstood softie who just has a pretty hard-knock past… who doesn’t? But then I see you lose control like that… and I begin to see why Shadow takes you so seriously.”

He felt his mouth grow dry, nerves at what she was saying sinking in.

“I’m…” He looked away from her. “Dangerous, I know.”

“No, not that.” She quickly spoke out, but then corrected herself, “I mean, by all accounts, each member of the Freedom Fighters is possibly dangerous. Maybe you are destructive, but… So are the rest of us. In one way or another.” Her comforting, yet completely brash words made him slowly turn back to her.

“You’re not afraid?”

“I’m only afraid of what Eggman knows, and what I don’t know about what he knows.” She tightened her stare to a deeper resolve, and he knew he touched a nerve then.

“S-sorry.” He looked forward, realizing he should drop that subject…

She grew serious then, ducking her head down, walking with more precision and a stronger stride. “I have to be everything this resistance needs me to be… I can’t afford to be afraid. Only cautious and wise.”

Soler nodded, “I think I understand that.” He then saw the awfulness of war in her face, the sweet girl that had to pull everything back to be a vicious warrior who couldn’t pay the price of defeat.

He felt his hand reach for her, but withdrew it back to his side, rubbing his arm.

A pair of lips mouthed ‘Don’t go’ in his mind’s eye.

His eyes quaked and he froze a moment, shaking his head and gripping it to try and rid himself of the jarring memory.

“Soler?” Sally stopped walking and turned back to him, looking concerned. “Is something wrong? Was it something I said?”

He looked to her kind and compassionate expression.

…How could I leave you?

“Augh!”

Soler turned away from her, gripping his head with more force now. “Stop it!”

Sally looked confused, but carefully walked towards him with her arms out. “Soler… what’s going on? Are you hurt?”

I’m madly in love with you, too…

“Soler?”

“I’m… It’s a memory!”

“A memory?” Sally stopped, letting her foot delicately land in front of her for a second as she processed what he was saying. “Is this..?”

…Was it enough to make you stay?

“Augh…” he fell to his knees. “Luna… let me go. Let me be a good man… let me… move on.” He found himself curling up, his quills sticking out and shaking.

Sally waited a moment, but couldn’t stand watching him suffer like this.

“Soler.” She firmly stated, tightening a fist, “This isn’t real.”

His tearing eyes burst open, looking up at Sally who morphed with Luna’s image, coming towards him.

“It’s just a memory, right? It can’t hurt you, Soler… You’re not alone.” She gently sat beside him and then…

He could feel her touch.

He breathed hard, hunched over as he was, while she gently glided her fingers with a stroke against his back, lovingly calming and comforting him. “This must be a side I don’t know about you, yet.” She concluded, letting her fingers weave through his standing quills and gently encourage them to lower back down.

“I’ve seen Sonic in a cold-sweat, waking in a frenzy and heard him say it was all just PTSD from losing his uncle… But he got his uncle back… and those nightmares ended. I had almost forgotten that not all people are as fortunate.”

He looked up, and gasped when he saw a tear streaming down her face.

It was like a goddess weeping, her look of serenity. “I had to let my father and mother go, too… I often forget that feeling. It was like freedom and remorse all crammed into one, big heart.” She smiled gently as she blinked her eyes open, showing more tears falling from her strong, sweet presence.

He couldn’t help but stare, like a welcomed angel to help him through his grief.

He felt so embarrassed, having such a huge episode in front of her. He squished his face against the earth and rubbed himself into it deeper and deeper, wishing he could just barrow away and be left to his miserable self.

“I don’t deserve this.” Soler admitted, “… I deserved to die instead of-“ He found himself choking to say her name in front of Sally.

Sally seemed to understand that he didn’t want to discuss it, and removed her hand from his back, nodding with empathy. “Let’s not talk further about it then.”

She helped him up, letting him get his balance again before smiling up at him, “We can still have a nice walk after this, right?”

He was grateful for her humor, and nodded. “Please,… don’t end the journey on my account.”

She thought that funny too. “Journey? I suppose in many ways, it is.” She began to walk beside him again, just letting him catch his breath.

“…Soler, I want you to know…” she gently took his arm, seeing him stagger a moment. “I’m here if you need anything.” She looked up at him again. “Anything at all.”

For a moment, he could see a whole different world in her eyes. A world where there wasn’t death and mourning; a world where a beautiful woman and distraught man could walk through the woods and feel at peace by one another’s sides.

Then, there was a loud explosion.

The two turned immediately back to base, hearing shouting as they looked up.

Sally cried out, “Eggman! He’s already found us!”

A squadron of Eggbots and more elite soldiers suddenly dropped from the sky like metallic rain. They crashed into huts and homes, buildings and gardens, sparing nothing as they continued their onslaught.

“The plans must have been old. He’s already created his war ship!”

Soler’s eyes scanned the blasts from the robot army’s arm-canons and lasers sparking fires everywhere. The screams…

Everyone running around in horror…

He went to grip his head but stopped himself, shaking as his muscles twitched with rage and rising vengeance.

His eyes slowly narrowed down. He bolted forward, summoning his power within him and charging back to the hideout.

“Soler!” Sally wasn’t trying to stop him, only alerting him to her presence close behind him.

“Eeeevvvillll day, citizens!” A voice spoke through a speaker, ringing through the sky and to the ground. The EggCarrier was a fierce looking blimp with Eggman’s nose as its point, and his mustache as its sharp and spiked wings.

“Whohooho! Weren’t expecting company now, were you?!” Eggman’s booming voice fueled the emotions inside of Soler. He definitely didn’t care if his power was stable inside him at the moment. All Soler cared about was getting to that ship fast enough!

Suddenly, as if summoned by his desire to fight, Tails and Sonic were seen soaring at an angle in the X-Tornado. Seizing his opportunity, Soler pushed off and grabbed the tip of its wing.

“Woah!” Sonic looked to the side of him, seeing Soler.

A moment of unspoken resolve was sent across the space between them, and Sonic paused a moment to register the sheer determination in Soler’s eyes.

There was unfinished business. He needed to vent and he needed this fight. Now.

Sonic smiled, understanding the look in his eyes and lowering a hand down to him. “Well, come on then.” He spoke out calmly as Soler nodded, lifting an arm up to grip the wing better and grab Sonic’s hand.

He climbed aboard the wing next to Sonic and hung on with one hand tightly clasped down on the front edge of the wing.

He looked down to Sally, slowing her run as she gapped at his feat.

“…I’m sorry.” He lightly spoke out, but he saw her nod as though she understood the look in his eyes as well, and raced to help the village of Freedom Fighters.

“You tagging along, too?” Tails looked up and to the side, raising an eyebrow at the sudden appearance of Soler.

Sonic chuckled, looking back at Soler as he smirked.

He gave Tails a thumbs-up, “More like a stowaway. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Not at all!” Tails looked just as fired up, but maybe in a different way. He had been cooped up with Rotor and Nicole for so long… he probably needed to let out steam and give his head a break.

“Although, this is rather a tedious mission… You sure you can keep your powers under control?” Tails inquired, but Sonic quickly interjected for Soler.

“Shadow’s his teacher, right? I’m sure he’ll be fine. I’ve fought by Soler’s side plenty of times. He’s a bro!” Sonic winked and then looked to Soler, showing some confidence in the youth. “Let me ask you something.” He said this with a humorous tone in his voice, but also with one of sincerity. “That machine we were talking about before… the massive Robotizer… Think you can use that chaos of yours to good use?”

Soler thought about it a moment. He wanted to say, ‘Absolutely!’ but he was somewhat unsure.

After all this time, he was still scared of his abilities. But now, he wanted to take courage. He wanted to be more than his nightmares.

He glared towards the EggCarrier. “Leave it to me.”

“We need something strong and sure. You ready for this?”

“…I will be.” Soler felt every fiber of his being fill with chaos power. It was almost as if the power inside of him knew how desperately he needed to prove himself. He wasn’t a ghost of his past, he was still alive. He could still fight.

Tails began to warn them, turning the plane at a sharp right to have the plane perfectly adjacent to a loading dock where some of the robots were falling from.

“Jump off here! I’ll take some out before they hit the ground!” Tails hollered out.

“Good thinking, Tails!” Sonic looked to Soler. “Ladies first.”

Soler rolled his eyes and jumped. While Sonic chuckled and jump below him, Soler smirked and grabbed Sonic’s top quill. “Then,” he spun in the air to throw Sonic into a horde of marching robots that were about to fall below. “After you!” His tactical swing was so strong that Soler forced Sonic to instinctively spin into a ball, taking out the lines of robots like a bowling ball on the loading dock.

Sonic created a path as Soler began to punch and round-house kick stragglers who managed to dodge Sonic’s attack.

Sonic kept spin-dashing, coming back to homing attack any robots aiming for Soler as Soler let out a few Chaos Spears and then showered the area inside with a Chaos Hailstorm. “HAAAAAA!!!”

The robots were stabbed through and misfired, hitting the loading dock as its side became detached.

“W-woah!” Sonic unspun and put a hand to the unstable metal, seeing the dock slide off one hinge and begin to dangle a moment from the EggCarrier.

“Soler!” he cried out, grabbing his hand and swinging him up inside the blimp.

Soler slid inside, seeing a few robots fire at him and dodged as best he could while still on the ground and holding Sonic’s hand.

“Take… this!” with his torso straining, he flung Sonic up from the edge before the boarding dock detached and began falling towards the village. Luckily, the X-Tornado took out the falling debris to be less dangerous, and Sonic spun into more of the large army.

Soler felt a laser glaze his shoulder and another fire into his side.

“Awk!” He fell to a knee, not sure which area to grab first. “S…Sonic, get out of the way!” he felt his power charging. His fingers twitched. He was going for the machine…

The machine had just started to descend, a large panel on the blimp’s floor opened in a spiral as the robots were flung out of the blimp from the powerful winds.

“Hmmm!? And what are you planning to do!?” Eggman’s voice blasted in his ears.

“I’m going to…” Soler stopped speaking a moment, looking below as the wind began to scoot his feet towards the opened hole. “Grrk…” he gritted his teeth, trying to stay upright and not get sucked into the wind tunnel.

Sonic grabbed a bar near him and looked to Soler, straining to stay upright as well. “How much time you need?”

“I…” Soler felt himself faltering. The chaos power began to rage inside of him. What was he fighting for? He just wanted to get rid of all these feelings. It was too much on him.

What am I fighting for? Luna’s memory? A future for the Freedom Fighters? Why can’t I make up my mind?

Almost at once, he saw the machine turn on, wheeling two giant gears as the beam charged.

“Soler!” Sonic cried out, “NOW!”

He heard… but he couldn’t move.

His eyes shook.

Luna…

Chief…

Shadow…

Sonic…

Sally…

He closed his fist, then his eyes, and ducked his head. The power around him was growing in unusual strength.

“You didn’t have to do that…” she commented, fixing him up before tightening the bandages as he held in another painful cry, puffing his cheeks up with air. ‘Mercy…’ he thought to himself. She smiled at his cute attempt to swallow the air back down but knew what it all meant. “But I’m very grateful you did.” she held him in a stare for a moment, but it felt like a long while to him. Looking into her eyes… was like watching a constellation go by…

She turned with a blush, “So is my father-!” she chimed in, clearing her throat at her obvious nerves that spiked as he didn’t look away from her. “A-and my village! We’re all in debt to your sacrifice and-and…”

He shook his head, a softer side coming out of him as his face turned to one of hope.

“As long as you’re alright, that’s all that matters.”

“…Thank you.”

He could see the memory, but the voice was his own. He knew now. He knew what he was fighting for.

“Please… think of the real people around you… think of the hero you want to be… the one Luna saw in you… that day you saved her life.” Amy said.

His eyes flexed and his pupils dilated. He recounted taking that bullet for her.

His hand twitched, the light in it slowly fading away…

“Life is worth saving, Soler… Don’t throw your life away for one victory… that needlessly leads to further suffering and pain. We’d all miss you, Soler… we all love and need you so much…” she lowered her head, crying into his chest as the warm tears cooled his boiling rage…

“This isn’t a redemption anymore.” Soler smiled, looking up with a relief he hadn’t found in years. “I have people to protect again. I have a me I want to be. I’m not meant to mope around or sob over lost stories…”

“What?” Sonic looked a little weirded out at his spoken narrative. “Look, I’m all for redemption arcs, b-but… is now really the time!?”

“I had my repentance… I had my redemption… it’s time… to save everyone like Luna and her village! Those who don’t have anyone! I’m not as useless as I used to be! I’m strong now! I’m strong enough to save everyone!” He jumped, feeling the wind take him into the line of fire.

“S-…Soler!?!?” Sonic’s eyes widened, “What the… Soler!” thinking the worst, Sonic let go and dived for him.

He didn’t make it in time.

“It’s time for my origin to end… and my new beginning… to start.” Soler smiled, thinking back on the happy times, the good moments from his past and his present. The future… never looked more beautiful.

He saw Sally in his mind’s eye, he saw Luna next to her, happily cheering him on and then looking to Sally, smiling to her and then back to Soler.

“Thank you… Luna.” He let the power soar through him, “I’ll never stop loving you… but thank you for letting me love more than I ever thought possible.”

The laser blasted out its robotic chemical beam, but as the metal began to engulf his being, losing his will…

His chaos reversed, blasting out a Chaos Canon as he shoved his half-metallic arms up at the machine, crying out just before losing all feeling in his body. “CHAOS CANNNOOONN!!!”

A huge surge of a synergy burst spread throughout the blimp, the beam was cut off from reaching the ground.

Immediately, the machine began to be coated in an extra layer of metal, as though the chaos power reverted the effects onto itself, and the machine began to malfunction and finally…

KA-KA-KABBBOOOMMMM……!!!!!!!

The sound wave sent Sonic flying back to the side of the ship. “Offph!” he slammed against the wall, but refused to give up. Thinking his friend was in need of him, he got himself off the wall and pushed off, fighting the wind-force that was continually funneling him away instead of inside the gapping hole in the middle of the EggCarrier, the exact opposite of before.

Soler felt the metal slowly chip off his skin, being revived to his normal colors from the roboticization process. He had reversed the effects… this could be huge, but he didn’t have enough strength to dwell on it further.

He could feel something launch into himself and pull him out of the blast of the crippled machine, falling in pieces, being blown off and toppling through the sky, shot into dust by the X-Tornado.

His ears were ringing with deafness. His eyes glazed as the steel-like sight returned to normal and Sonic landed on the X-Tornado.

Everyone below… are they okay? I hear… cheering… Sonic… Did you save me?

As he came too, he thought he could see a Silver-quilled hedgehog. He reached for her, seeing only Luna.

“….You did well, Soler. I’m so proud of you. Thank you… for saving everyone.”

“L…Luna…”

“Hehe! You silly, hedgehog! I’m glad you’re not hurt. Do me a favor, okay? Don’t forget what you said… I won’t.”

“I… I will protect them… Luna. For you… and for all those… I care about.”

“Good. Don’t let me down, mister!” ”Soler!”

Sally’s voice broke the trance as he saw the image fade and Sally’s blurry image race through it, falling down to his side.

Was I already on the ground? We landed safely?

“Sonic! What did you let him do!?”

“Me?! Why is it always me?! I saved his life! He was about to die in the line of fire!” animatedly, Sonic looked a bit offended but let Soler down to the ground as carefully as he could. “Hmph, it’s not like you ever worry this much about me.”

“You don’t have cosmic power that could kill you!” she gave him a side glare.

Sonic sweat-dropped a moment and awkwardly shrugged, “But I got a willful soul to worry about…”

“Impulsive, impractical-!”

“S…Sally.” Feeling bad for Sonic, Soler redirected those beautiful blue eyes back to him again.

“Soler… Are you okay? What were you thinking? You could have been robotized or worse!”

“Heh,… Good to … see you too.”

She threw her arms around him, thankful as she tried to hold her emotions within herself. “I was so worried… that you would have become… another painful memory…”

This time, there wasn’t any flashback that would pull him away from her now.

He struggled to lean up, but he willed his body to do so, tucking an arm around her and holding her closer to himself. He rested his head next to hers, hearing her light gasp as she felt his presence more strongly now.

“I promise you, too, Sally… I will be a living memory of how merciful the world can be.”

Sally’s eyes couldn’t hold back the tears.

“Sorry to worry you.”

Sonic stepped back a moment, seeing the two’s interaction, he began to look a little worried himself…

“Is it just me… or did you two get a little… close all of a sudden?” He seemed a bit apprehensive.

Sally glared up at him, “At least he can openly talk deep with me. Unlike some boys I’ve dated.”

“Hey!”

It wasn’t long after that, when Soler finally found a safebox that he hand-painted himself, and put Luna’s necklace in it. He dug a pretty good hole near the hill he star-gazed and admired the moon on, placing the box in it and marking it as a much needed grave for her.

With her body so burnt up, there wasn’t much too bury last time… this was much more peaceful and freeing for him.

So many bodies… at least this was a proper farewell.

This is the least I can do for you… Luna.

He gently bent down and kissed the ground he had just thrown over the box. Leaning up, he looked at the sky, seeing no moon tonight…

“Sleep well… Luna.” He wiped a tear from his eye and walked back to town, hoping to help out in repairing the damages.

Getting back, he hoisted a log with others over his shoulder and began to carry it to its designated site… Then Sally caught his attention.

She seemed to be giving directions and orders, holding a clipboard and checking it often before giving anymore feedback.

He smiled, it gave him strength.

On the way back to get some more lumber, he noticed her wipe her forehead and sit down by a stump, looking exhausted.

It’s time.

He took a deep breath, shaking off the thought of how sweaty and gross he was from lifting and moving large logs all day. He approached her and offered her his hand.

She noticed the crossed black stripes that made an ‘X’ in his glove and looked up.

“I think it’s time for that vacation now.” He charmingly stated.

She smiled, accepting his hand and getting up. “You know… it’s been hard since I left Sonic, but… You’re different, Soler. I feel different with you. In a lot of good ways, n-nothing bad! Ohh…” she hid behind a hand, and the cute retreat from the comment made him blush with an even bigger grin.

“You just… You let emotion sit with you and carry you to new discoveries, Soler. It’s one of the most powerful things about you, your quality of just… surviving through the strength you receive from your past. I know it must be painful, but I admire your strength so much…”

She saw that as strength!?

He was in complete awe at her words.

“I’ve noticed… how much you try and help. How dedicated you are to not losing another friend or fight. You always get up. You never just sink down so far that you can’t find yourself again… sometimes… I feel that’s exactly what I do.” She removed her hand and balled it up, looking away.

Soler then realized that maybe Sally was hurting in a different way from himself. His was a lot more physically affecting his life. Maybe… Sally’s was deeper inside, something that she would never let close to the surface.

His empathy for her skyrocketed, he couldn’t help but pull her a bit closer, move her hand from her face and have her turn to him.

She was amazed at his bold move, but it didn’t seem to miss its point…

“Sally… I don’t want you to suffer. Especially alone… Just like you told me, you can talk to me, too. You can rely on me. I’ve learned the hard way how to hold something in for so long, letting it fester and grow into something ugly and tragic… and I want to help you break out of that habit. It’s so easy to slip into despair… but the people we love don’t want us to feel despair. They want us to be liberated from the pains we hold onto. They want us to remember their best selves…” his voice was full of honest experience, of good intent, and of wisdom beyond his years.

Sally let out a soft sigh, lowering her eyes and letting a small, pleading smile escape her composure. “I like this about you, too… The side of you that lets people feel and experience pain… but also offering yourself to be apart of that pain so they can release it. I’ve seen you help others, but never help yourself. I wanted to help you, I just… didn’t know how.”

He looked to her hand, his around her wrist, and slowly… begins to bring his fingers up to hers and gently, sweetly… enticing them to let go of their tension and uncurl, letting him in.

“Sally… May I ask you on a date?”

She giggled, but looked to their hands intertwining.

“Yes. I’m excited to see what I say.” She teased, and Soler couldn’t help but let out a nervous chuckle. He was falling in love again, and it was different, just like Sally said.

But it was also very reassuring… and very… relieving.

“I’m excited to see where this new path takes me.” He holds her hand tenderly, and the two of them start to walk off together.

I’m so thankful… That I can now share my emotions with others. Because I have had this pain, I can understand them more than ever before. I can love more deeply, care more sincerely, and cherish those things that I’m allowed to keep. I can hold them close, closer to my heart than I was ever willing to do before. I won’t leave the places where I belong, or desert the hearts I have sworn to protect.

The two seemed very happy with their new relationship, watching it take form over the time they’ve shared together. Soler looked up at the spot where the moon would be again.

Luna, I will thank you till I have no breath left to utter, no thought left to think. You’ve shown me a better path and how to truly care about people. I’m sorry for what happened, but I will never be sorry for meeting you, the Chief, and your village. You helped me open up to the world, meet amazing people, like those that could teach me and those who could support me. They’re all such great people, you would have love them.

This time, He gripped Sally’s hand more, pulling his head towards her as she returned the kind gesture by letting her nose lightly bump against his own. A faint blush formed on both their muzzles. I’ll protect the things and people I love… under your watchful, relaxed, night sky’s eye…

The next day, the moon returned. It’s dark grey shapes shifted to look as though a smiling face…

( Here’s the song I’ll be referencing for this little wrap up >//w//< https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qgmXPCX4VzU Photograph by Ed Sheeran)

Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes

Luna is walking behind Sally and Soler, her hands happily behind her back, laced together as she giddily follows them and then stops. She lifts a leg a little bit, swaying as she lets them walk off,… alone. But it's the only thing that I know… When it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes It is the only thing makes us feel alive

Flashback to Soler having his nightmares, but he gets up and walks out to the hallways and knocks on Sally’s door. She opens it and immediately touches his head. It’s pounding and she lovingly kisses it, closing her door and holding his hand, walking out with him and cheerfully trying to take his mind off things to avoid further PTSD.

We keep this love in a photograph We made these memories for ourselves

Luna’s necklace still glows in the buried box, showing many shapes of the moon, time going by. Where our eyes are never closing Hearts are never broken And time's forever frozen still

A memory is shown with Soler, much younger, sitting on a hill next to Luna. Their two heads turn into each other, as if the village never burned and no one ever died.

So you can keep me Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet You won't ever be alone,…

wait for me to come home

There’s a flash of light and Soler is heading off down the road, he holds onto her necklace, he turns and sees Luna trying to keep face. He waves, and puts her necklace in his gloves. As he does, the world shifts to a blazing fire behind him, his eyes red from tears, his gloves dirtied from the many graves he had to dig…

Loving can heal, loving can mend your soul And it's the only thing that I know, know

It’s modern day again, Sally and Soler are laughing and enjoying a meal together. She holds up something for him to eat and he goes to get it with his mouth, but she pulls the fork away, playfully laughing as he pouts. I swear it will get easier Remember that with every piece of you Hmm, and it's the only thing we take with us when we die

He offers her the gesture, when she goes for it, he withdraws the food and kisses her. She embarrassingly flings back and then starts to playfully whack and throw food at him. He laughs and the food fight continues. Then there’s a shift to another time, the two sitting beside one another as their loved ones start to resurface as faded images behind them.

Hmm, we keep this love in this photograph We made these memories for ourselves Where our eyes are never closing Hearts were never broken And time's forever frozen still

The images show Sally as a child, with her loving parents and other friends she’s made and lost along the cruel way towards freedom. Soler has the Chief and Luna, along with many other faces of cheery people he met on his travels. A time where they never knew loss or heartache… but the memories are all pleasant, not a single one is sad or upsetting.

So you can keep me Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet You won't ever be alone

Soler helps Sally put her jacket on, she thanks him and takes up Nicole’s portable device. She turns to him and leans up on her tippity-toes. He does the same and she sighs, frustrated before they briefly kiss and she goes on a mission. He gets antsy, bouncing a bit before charging after her, swooping her up and rushing off on the mission with her.

And if you hurt me That's okay baby, only words bleed Inside these pages you just hold me And I won’t ever let you go

There’s a flash where Soler is holding Luna’s lifeless body, then suddenly he’s reaching for a wounded Sally… She reaches back to him, struggling to breathe as he shifts his chaos energy and blasts the area. Sally is unharmed as he picks her up. She smiles and touches her hand to his cheek, a single stream of tears starts down one of his cheeks, glad to see she’ll be okay. Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home

Luna is playing hide and seek, peeking over a tree’s trunk as Soler chases after her. Wait for me to come home Wait for me to come home

Instead of Luna, Sally emerges to lean up against the tree, being caught by Soler as he slows the pace down and moves up to her, watching as she presses her back to the tree. He studies her eyes and then her mouth… leaning forward and closing his eyes…

Oh, you can fit me Inside the necklace you got when you were sixteen Next to your heartbeat where I should be Keep it deep within your soul

Luna’s necklace is around Soler’s neck, he’s holding Luna’s hand, she takes her necklace back and kisses him, putting it on herself and holding it close to herself. It means the world to her. He nods, letting her keep it.

And if you hurt me Well, that's okay baby, only words bleed Inside these pages you just hold me And I won’t ever let you go

Soler wakes up from a nap on the same hill, star-gazing when he sees the bright full moon. He then looks over, worriedly for a moment, when he relaxes at seeing Sally sleeping silently beside him, just resting by him as well.

When I'm away, I will remember how you kissed me

His memory takes him to Luna, but it rapidly flashes to Sally, sticking there. Under the lamppost back on Sixth  street

The two close the gap between each other, holding hands. Hearing you whisper through the phone

Sally chickens out and shakes her head, laughing and holding her hands to her cheeks. Soler tries to get in for one last kiss goodnight but she shakes a finger at him and starts to run off. He snaps his fingers, rushing after her back to the hideout. "Wait for me to come home"

His ear flicks, as if hearing something and turns to see the moon appearing to sit on the hill. Its shadow looks like a figure of a girl, Luna..?

Sally calls for him and he turns back around, sorrowfully deciding not to look back, but knowing time will heal the wounds left in his heart. He smiles and lovingly takes Sally’s hand as they walk back to the hideout. He kisses her hand and she lightly hits his shoulder, bumping her hip into his as though shy. He looks forward, unafraid and undaunted by the moon behind him.

He knew it was only saying goodnight to him.

FIN

[thelaverrewitch-blog]

hey! can i have a partner or a team please! whichever is best for you! 💕

my star sign is cancer, my mbti is enfp, and my enneagram is 6w5! my hogwarts house is gryffindor, and i believe my patronus was a dragon? that or a thestral - i can’t remember which i got last time, haha.

my favourite colour is a soft lavender-blue, but i like most soft colours, like pink, yellow, green, orange - you name it! my favourite places are either bustling cities, old towns with lots of scenery, architecture and history, or out in nature. i really like cathedrals and other beautiful buildings!

i’m a passionate person, and i also get pretty excitable - i’m easily pleased, and i always love to get involved in the things i enjoy! i’m pretty empathetic, and i care deeply about everybody i meet - i love helping others, and i’m always there to listen! around groups of friends, i tend to take on a nurturing, leader-like role - but i’m just as content being a follower too! i like backing people up and making them feel safe around me. however, i’m also stubborn, and don’t ever know when to quit. i can sometimes seem a bit forgetful or scatterbrained, but i’m also pretty kind and playful. patient while also being extroverted.

i really love storms - almost as much as i do the summer heat - and i hope to be a zoologist! animal behaviour and ecology have always fascinated me - as has ancient history (particularly the military side, haha).

thank you in advance! i hope your blog goes well 💕

Hey there! 

Thank you for the first submission and the shout out on your blog! That is really appreciated, and thank you again for your patience :) 

I read through all Pokémon to have better ideas of maybe hidden meanings I didn’t know about. I found a lot of Pokémon for your profile, and actually had a hard time picking 6 among a dozen. Here’s my input though. 

I also can’t help but notice that we have a lot in common ^o^

Your partner is… 

Riolu.

• Known as the Emanation Pokémon, Riolu is not all about brawls. It is very sensitive to a type of energy called Aura. Although it doesn’t fully understand the powers it may have, it can still sense and see them, and that makes it extremely empathetic, just like you!

• As it can see and feel other people’s emotions like happiness or anger, you and it wouldn’t have any problem communicating or understanding each other ! A mere look would suffice for you guys to bond. 

• But this sixth sense comes along a superhuman strength with this little dude. As a very stubborn and determined Pokémon, it would be the perfect companion for the Gryffindor at heart that you are! Besides, looking through my Pokédex, three words come up to describe it : playful, energetic (excitable) and loyal. Sounds familiar? 

• You guys would make an awesome duo, as it would be there to protect you just like you would protect it, and you would share a friendship a lot of people would envy you. It would have no problem walking out in nature by your side, or exploring ancient buildings, and its loyalty would know no limits. How lucky you are! 

How about the rest of the team, now ? 

Tricky, isn’t it? I can see a lot of Pokémon that would love to have some adventures with you. Let’s see. I see something very small. It seems to be a bug.

Cutiefly.

• Cutiefly is one of the smallest Pokémon ever discovered so far. As innocent as it may look, this little fairy bug knows more than one trick and is also very much connected to the realm of auras and emotions. I can see it being the Pokémon that you would encounter right after Riolu. 

• A lot of people misunderstand it because of its size, but you too might very well get along. Capable of detecting auras in living things, it can predict the movements of its opponents in battle. However, Cutiefly tends to pick up on the strong emotions of the living beings around it, and it can let those emotions overwhelm it a little due to its gentle and kind nature. This is why he is drawn to people, especially people with a good heart like yours. 

• You can find one in fields or meadows, especially during the summer time as they do like the climate. However, a lot of Cutiefly are also very much attracted to the city, and notably old towns or buildings. Why, you may ask? Because all the emotions and feelings packed in those places attract them! Like you, they find the beauty of those feelings endearing, and seek those old, memory charged places. 

• This is why your Cutiefly would be more than happy to go on a trip with you, whether it’d be a warm meadow, or an old church. 

Another Pokémon soon joins the duo. He’s green, and very intimidating for such a small size.

Bulbasaur.

• Ah, yes. Bulbasaur was one of the first Pokémon that came into my mind while getting to know you. An extremely loyal person that likes to help others and take the position of leader when needed? Bulbasaur can get behind that idea! 

• It is not by pure chance that Bulbasaur is a Pokémon professors give away to young trainers. Those cute little Seed Pokémon are known to be friendly and extremely protective. In a group, they often assume the role of guardian, in a very natural and casual way. They often like to carry the young ones with their vines to rock it in the air, too ! 

• Nurturing and friendly, they often are casual leaders and will not boast about it. Besides, they love to rest outside, bathing in sunlight.

I see those three Pokémon forming a trio very dear to your heart. However the team doesn’t stop there. I can see more companions, eager to make themselves known to you.

Baltoy.

• Baltoy is probably the only member of your team that doesn’t look like an animal. However, the mystery around it makes it even more interesting, doesn’t it? 

• Intriguing and fascinating, Baltoys have been known to populate the planet since thousands of years. It is said that humans made it out of clay during the ancient times, a time where it started to guard its human creators through many centuries. Paintings on cave walls proved this statement. 

• Nowadays, you can find those weird looking Pokémon in ruins, graveyards, or buildings that have a deep connexion to the past. As a living being bond to History, Baltoys are regularly being studied by researchers that discovered they often cry in unison when they’re reunited. Some believe they’re grieving their friends, gone hundreds of years ago. 

• As a trainer fascinated with History and old architecture, Baltoy will most likely be your guide to the most breathtaking sites of the world while having find a new friend to protect. 

Electabuzz

• This one is bigger than the rest. It might also appear less friendly but don’t let yourself be fooled by its demeanor! Electabuzz are very excitable Pokémon that are overwhelmed with the energy stored in their big fuzzy body. 

• It often makes them restless or mischievous, but it doesn’t mean yours can’t have a big heart. Although it can be found near power plants for its energy, you can meet Electabuzz in grasslands. Those creatures love thunderstorms, just like you do, and even feed from them. 

• This is why they will often chase them to get recharged in energy, and your Electabuzz will probably guide you to some of the most spectacular storms you might ever see, without putting you in danger! It is said that it is quite a show to watch them recharging, especially if they’re struck by lightning. Be careful though, as it can sometimes be a bit unaware of its strength! 

Gabite

• Made popular by Cynthia, Sinnoh’s Champion, Gible and its evolutions are known to be very tough Pokémon to care for. However, I am not surprised to see why this Gible would evolve by your side to become a Gabite. 

• The sharks of the sand often get a lot of attention from those who love to study the behavior of Pokémon, and their Dragon type makes them even more complex and interesting to get to know, doesn’t it? 

• Gabite are fierce, predatory Pokémon that will protect their territory no matter what. I find it similar to how you care a great deal about your loved one’s safety. Along with Riolu, Gabite would be the most fearless warrior of your team and would protect the 5 of you without a second thought. 

• Besides, he shares with you that stubbornness that makes him unable to see where he should stop once he’s involved in something. 

• Did you know that his scales had medicinal properties? Yes, Gabite doesn’t only protect his group with his body! Its scales can heal most illnesses, and what’s best for a caring soul like yours than to be friends with a strong Pokémon that has healing properties? 

Yes, I could very much see those Pokémon surrounding you. However, I see some other shapes appearing along these ones. Maybe you would also be happy to own a Mimikyu, a Kangashkan, a Mudbray or a Galvantula? Only time will tell. In the mean time, thank you a lot for trusting the witch for today.

I hope you like your team ^o^ That was an awesome experience, please feel free to ask for another option if one just doesn’t feel right! I really had a hard time choosing between a lot of them, so if you liked one of the four I mentioned last, I can totally switch one or even give you a brand new Pokémon :)