#I liked imagining that Sonia is out partying and have a fun time

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Sonia CT-4808, GAR Logistics Officer, Coruscant.

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[milolunde]

Triplets Born

Like most things, I started rewatching Sonic Underground for fun and nostalgia and ended up making a version of it for myself in my head. However, UNLIKE most things, I felt I needed to draw it immediately instead of keeping it in my head.

Welcome to the stage Sonic Subternion

There was a time when Robotroplis was beautiful, full of life and peace, a time when it was known as Mobotroplis. Mobians were free to take part in the glory the queendom had to offer. They were free to take charge of their future, build a home, explore the world. But, just after my children were born the evil Doctor Robotnik used his technology to turn our world into a place of terror. Capturing the great realm of Mobotroplis, Doctor Robotnik and his machines turned our paradise into a prison of concrete and metal. 

As the source of Robotnik’s wealth, the aristocrats were left to play their tea parties and lavish masquerades, dooming my people to mechanical graves of servitude. Refusing to bend to Robotnik’s terror, he stripped me of my right as Queen, placing a bounty on my head… and the heads of my infant babies. Imprisoned in my own home, unable to aid my beloved queendom, I was left with a choice: Submit and forfeit Mobotroplis, or forfeit the life of my family. When all hope was lost, the Oracle of Delphius revealed to me a prophecy…

You must give up your children, separate, hide them from the evil that seeks their demise. Someday, you will reunite and overthrow Robotnik as the Lost Council of Four. But you must not act too soon. Cement your place in this destiny, for revealing yourself too soon will plunge your world into catastrophe. 

To give up my babies, to leave my queendom to the hands of Robotnik, then stand idle for years while the prophecy became realized. The Oracle laid before me a destiny where my worst fears were set in stone. Without a choice, I took my babies, smuggled myself and them out of the prison that was meant to be our palace home, and left them on the doorsteps to their true destinies… then fled.

Sonia “Sophia” Windermere

On the steps of House Windermere, Queen Aleena hesitated. The Windermere family had been sponsoring Robotnik since he first began the siege of Mobotropolis. Was leaving her darling daughter in the palm that fed Robotnik truly what destiny demanded? Looking at the lush garden within the tall fence, Aleena stepped through the dead grass to the gate entrance and left her daughter, her beautiful Sophia, cradled in her crib, and ran, imagining herself running with her children through the lush court grass to the grand fountain at the center.

Sonic “Oliver” Oakcrest-Hedgehog

Stepping carefully through the poison oak and already-dead pine saplings, Queen Aleena carried her baby boy through the woods strapped to her chest, arms curled around him in protection from the low branches. Upon hearing the rush of a waterfall, she took a breath and looked down at her baby. Wryly, she smiled at Oliver, who stared up at the sunset sky through the dead tree branches in awe. Untying the woven cradle from her back, she placed the sky-blue hoglet in the blankets, swaddled him tight, and gave him a final kiss before knocking on the cabin door and running back into the trees, arms shielding her face from the pine and twigs in her way. As she ran, she listened as the waterfall hushed and wondered what it would have been like to teach Oliver to swim.

Manic “Maurice” Roach

Fearfully creeping through the ruin of her queendom, the new city of Robotropolis, Queen Aleena held on tight to the handle of her basket. Draped in a cloth, she hoped to disguise the cradle as an ordinary basket for carrying groceries. However, the ornate design of the cradle could not be completely covered, and the shape undoubtedly gave away that it was anything but an ordinary basket. Hoping the shadows and late hour, fifteen minutes before curfew, would keep her hidden, she tread towards her destination. It was a humble home, its front door blocked off and relocated to the narrow passage between the home and its neighbor. She loomed in the alley, hesitating for a moment as the green light flickered above her. Her realm did not have shadows before, but there she stood, skulking through her own queendom. Blinking, she set the cradle down and uncovered it, heart swimming when she laid eyes on Maurice. She brushed his quills, kissed him twice, then soothed her hand across his body, watching as he drifted to sleep with his medallion in his mouth. Finally standing, she covered the basket, rang the bell, and fled to hide for the night before curfew officially arrived. She ran with her eyes forward, knowing if she looked back she would gather her son into her arms in an instant. Tears stung her eyes and she wondered if fulfilling a cruel destiny felt much like being watched: Fingers numb and quills on end as it peered through the back of her throat.

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That's it as far as origins go... Sonic does still end up with Chuck a few years after living with the Oakcrest family, and Manic is still super kidnapped after Aleena leaves, but I thought that would lend better to another post. That is, if I have the motivation to make another post lol. I really enjoyed making this one. It's refreshing to get my ideas out somehow rather than just letting them stir in my head until I forget about it. WELL please let me know, of you read this far, if you liked it! I plan to do more with this "rewrite" or "AU" or whatever it is. Not sure what form it will take, but I already have how they all meet typed out somewhere and I look forward to sharing it!

[mamaluigi2018-commsopen]

Could you tell us more about the Pokegirls Roommates AU? Why did each of the girls choose the majors they did? What's their life gonna be like after graduation?

Sure! So for like half the girls, what they choose as majors are legit careers and passions they want to look into, the other half choose just whatever just to have a degree in something

Leaf: (Music) So the reason why Leaf choose music was cause she's the defacto party gal. She's like to have fun and just go wild with her friends. She wants something just to have so that as a way just to "Flex" on people, but if she doesnt end up with a degree, she'd most likely flip off the teachers and still just preform small gigs on her own

Kris: (Health) For Kris, this was influenced by her depiction in the Adventures Manga were she was very atheltic out of the protags, so I made it so she's just someone who likes to be in her best shape. She's another example of, If she gets a degree she gets a degree but if she doesnt eh no harm no foul. She can prob still be a personal trainer on her own or just get a job at a gym to still keep fit.

May: (Drama) May is depicted as, while very ditzy and an airhead, is the most romantic of the group, is very emotional and is suppose to be a reference to Anime May who enjoys performing in Pokemon Contests. So May is one of the few actively does have a passion for her major and when after graduation, while most likely not a big hollywood star, would be doing lots of local plays and musicals.

Dawn: (Business) This Dawn is taking major points from Platinum of the Adventures Manga. Here, Dawn is the daughter of a large jewelry conglomerate so she's taking Business as a focus so that she may be able to take up the company her family has been maintaining. And this isn't like those kinds of having to live up to expectations, Dawn legit enjoys what she does and does find the value of maintaining a business. For the moment til she does become the next CEO, she'll most likely be a manager at a smaller side business or have a high level job in the company.

Lyra: (Teaching) Lyra is the most gentle of the group and the most patient with kids, so she wants to be able to be someone that kids can look up to so for her she wants to be become either a kindergarten or elementary teacher. That would be what she'd want to once she graduates.

Hilda: (Mechanics) Mechanics was the one I choose for Hilda because I wanted to enforce more on the "New Yorker" aspect of her since she is from Unova. She's a bike rider so she decided on something that gives her an excuse to just work on her bike and give it the maintenance she needs. If she graduates, she'd most likely go work at an auto shop and if she doesn't get a degree, she can still ride her bike and prob become like a courier rider.

Rosa: (Sociology) Rosa's always been an empathetic person and always a person willing to listen to people's problems and wants to be able to help. So she's pursuing sociology to become a counselor for people, help them out with any mental issues or are troubled.

Serena: (Fashion) Massive fashionista she is. Always have to be the most glamour gal in the room. Looking your best is her top priority. So she wants to be someone who makes outstanding dresses and clothes and have them up on the walkways. Though she prefers her designs to be on HER instead of just some random model.

Selene: (Art) Selene just has an extremely overactive imagination and growing up from Alola has many beautiful scenic shots that she loves recreating them. And she's also the person that if she gets a degree, cool, if not eh not gonna bother her, she's still just gonna draw and paint what she likes. Maybe some will like em and buy it from her, some wont and she's cool with that.

Gloria: (History) Literally chose it cause she knows Sonia was able to get her degree in it no time at all. So she thinks its easy and you just have to remember dates. She actually despises it alot and has no way to get out of it without having to spend alot of money and more time at school changing majors so she has to put up with it. Very unlikely she gets a degree but if she does, she's doing nothing with it. Probably go work a retail job or go work an intern with Sonia and Hop just to do something.

Juliana: (Library Science) Juliana is the very studious type and loves to learn about many types of trivia and cultures from anything. She chose this major so that she can become a librarian and always have many books to read and to help educate others on knowledge.

Hope this helps out answering your question!

[strawberryfloofs]

Headcanons for Regressor!Sayaka Maizono or Regressor!Sonia Nevermind? (@peppermintprincess-ava)

OFCC, Thanks for the request! I hope you enjoy it :D Regressor Sonia Nevermind Headcanons!

Sonia regresses to more of a kid space, about 5-8, she's definitely old enough to run around and play pretend games!

I'd imagine her regression being mostly voluntary, but just so she can keep the involuntary parts in check. Being the heir to the kingdom throne is stressful, so this is one of the ways she copes!

She loves playing with her stuffed animals and treating them as her royal subjects that she takes care of. She definitely makes a castle out of pillow forts and let them stay with her! She'll read stories to them, help them out with made-up problems, and even give them tours of the castle!

She doesn't need a caregiver, but she wouldn't mind having someone to play with! Her go to would DEFINITELY be saving her stuffies from dragons or maybe even a tea party!

Not very bratty at all, likes following the rules, but sometimes finds it hard to. Why do all the boring, not fun stuffs when you can play and watch cartoons?

Whenever she's not playing or watching cartoons, she's usually napping because she has a lot to do outside of littlespace for her kingdom.

Wants to play with other regressors, but she's a little reserved/private about her regression and doesn't feel comfortable enough for that. She thinks it would ruin how others viewed her.

Prefers drinking from plastic cups with the little cartoon character designs on them, same goes for the plastic plates! Loves them to be animal or disney princess themed.

Sonia loves to wear dresses, skirts, and cute tutus but occasionally she'll wear shortalls or something more suitable for when she goes outside!

As a kid, Sonia wasn't allowed to play outdoors and get messy, (It was un-ladylike and inappropriate for a royal member) so she takes the chance to do it once she's regressed, and she LOVES it! Picking flowers, putting her hands in the dirt, chasing after butterflies, and watching/playing with little bugs are her favorites! Lots of giggles WILL be heard from afar.

ADORES playing with the velcro cutting pretend food toys! She loves creating little sandwiches and other foods for her stuffies to enjoy! Sometimes, she'll just even pull them apart just because it's satisfying and makes a cool noise.

Is the type of regressor to decorate her face with ALL the stickers she can find! It makes her feel super silly, but also cute! (Don't let her find make-up....that will be a disaster)

Likes reading fantasy/mythical books, but doesn't always finish them. She tends to read a couple pages, and then just flip through just to see the pretty pictures of the creatures!

Feels too old for a pacifier, so she's very prone to nibbling on her stuffies instead!

Bath time is maybe just a LITTLE too long because she gets caught up in playing with her toys... (She always uses bath bombs)

Always has some type of accessory when regressed, whether its a tiara or some cute hair clips, she's got it!

She actually doesn't like being called princess when regressed because it reminds her of her big girl responsibilities of the kingdom. She actually prefers kiddo, little one, baby, or any other name that makes her feel anything but big.

Sonia is a pretty sensitive little, maybe it's because of the facade she has to put up when big, but little things might set her off and make her all fussy or crying. It's okay though, because letting it out and hugging her stuffies always makes it better!

"Sir Ravioli, would you care to attend my tea party?! As a thanks for comforting me!"

[queengiuliettafirstlady]

The gentle stag Secrets trysts 

The gentle stag Secrets trysts

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Pairing: Keith x MC

Tag: Locked in Dance Party Mention of Alcohol Caress Touches Almost Kiss Soft Keith Dark Keith Fluff

Word Count : 2.968

Author’s Note: Parties are all dance and fun but what happen when two people, who may harbor secret feelings for the other, remained locked in a room alone ? Sparkles are about to burst if one of them is an hopeless flirt determined to make the most out of their alone time, bringing them closer than ever.

To celebrate Keith route release I crafted a sort of rewriting of the epilogue of "To catch a bunny rabbit" story event, because I loved that even so much it sparked my interest in him even more than before, I hope you may like it. 🤗

Side Note: He Soft Keith He Dark Keith

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It was a dreamy night, she spent chatting about books with her favourite author and dancing the night away with the man who stole her heart. 

What more could she ask for ? 

She smiled to herself smoothing her hands over her jade dress, tailor made just for her made even more special by Keith compliments and praises all through the shopping, as he helped her choice not only the color and fabric of the gown but even the jewels to match it, that night she really felt like a princess worthy to be at his side … at the thought her heart swelled with mirth, painting a rosy dream in her mind for her pleasure alone, her lips curled in a blissful smile as she stared at the crowded ballroom from outside the balcony … it wasn't her world … not yet because maybe she could have got used to it too, fit to be with him.

Sweet thoughts swirling in her heart as she let the fresh air of the evening refresh her heated cheeks, until his image popped up to her mind, she had been so busy talking with Sonia that she forget to check out on him, he had got to take some drinks but he must have forgot by that time, she sighed softly deciding to wander a bit around the garden before returning inside, remembering he told her when they met how such crowded events made him feel uncomfortable, not finding him anywhere she adventred herself in the maze of hallways and room of the house careful to scan every guest that resemble him.

She did not know how much time it passed but she was begin to feel tired, so much she stopped next to a window shooting a last glance to the moonlit garden, turning round as she saw someone approaching her from behind, the chat with that man made her behind uncomfortable, she looked around to find a way to escape … panic took hold of her at the sight of the empty hallways, so far from the hall not even the must reached it, she was about to flee when she felt one strong arm wrap around her waist, the sight of a familiar jade jacket and his musky woody scent put her immediately at ease, as she relaxed in his hug clutching his shirt.

He looked somehow different than usual, it wasn't the first time she noticed that, but as ever she brushed it off as her imagination, and yet the beastly glimpse in his amber eyes as he looked down at the man tightening his arm around her as he brushed off his lips on her hair, making her heart race, were unmistakable different like the slightly more shady and sadistic smile curling his lips, but she was too grateful he came to save her to care about anything else.

Even though he may have looked more wicked deep down he was still the same caring Keith that she came to love, asking what she wanted to do before proposing something of his own, smiling softly as her eyes light up with excitement at the prospect of discovering what he had in store for her, giggling like children he led her away through the hallways hand in hand, promising a surprise to earn that smile he never got tired of seeing light up her beautiful features.

His gift was no less than a view worthy of a painting, present in all the books she loved so much, happiness filling her to the core as she basked in the masculine hug of his arms wrapped around her waist, deaf to his words a warning for her to not trust everyone, thing she already did on her own, but brushed off when she was with him led by a yearn to know more about him, the man who unknowingly had begun to stole her heart and mind with his kindness.

They were about to return to the ball, even though she would have liked to spend a bit more time alone with him, when suddenly he discovered the door was locked and they were forced to settle down there, fear not even remotely lingering in her mind at his attempt to woo her, because in truth she felt happy, be it for a moment she had to thank the alcohol for, to have tasted what a love with him would have felt like, knowing the naivete of her dream.

He must have perceived the shift in her mood because a moment later he called out to her, inviting her to sit with him, offering her a smile, more mysterious and shady than the usual tender sweet ones she was used to but she did not mind, curious as she was to discover all his hidden sides.

She was to sit on the sofa next to him but suddenly he wrapped his finger around her wrist, took off balance she fell right on his lap, flattening her hands on his chest captive of his golden eyes gleaming with lust, too entranced to notice the compromising position she was in.

He leaned over her, few inches from her lips, unconsciously he licked his upper lip, the gesture both sensual and lascivious at once while her resolution, at staying away from him, flickered at each minute going by, but then he smell alcohol reached her nostrils, she wrinkled her nose at the stench pulling away from his grasp, mildly hurted that he shower such an interest in her only when drunk … if only he would have been sober she could have give in to their desire, sharing a precious first kiss with him, and maybe obtaining a confession of love from his part thereafter.

The weight of her shattered hopes and dreams of an impossible love too much to bear she swallowed her feelings trailing her gaze down on her hands still curled in his firm chest, perceiving her displeasure he wrapped his fingers around her own, the gesture more sensual as it had any right to be as he slide his lips from her wrist to her knuckles covering her skin with little wet kisses, lingering more than appropriate on her ring fingers making her heart race furiously in her chest at the smoldering sensuality of his gaze as he nibbled on her digits one by one, smirking in delight at the rosy blush spreading on her cheeks.

His voice husky and low, almost contradicting his own words with his actions as he cupped her face in his hand, bruising tenderly his fingers on her cheeks

“You should be careful of being alone in a room with a man, ya know ?”

“Are you telling me I should be wary of everyone … even you ?” she looked back at him, astounded at his advice

“Especially me, for the most wicked beasts may be the ones we let in.” something similar to concern flickered in his amber eyes as he looked straight at her, with an unusually stern expression on his features

“I am not afraid.” she shook her head, as even the mere idea of not trusting him was ridiculous to her ears

“I am touched.” he disguised his confession with a sly smirk, 

“What makes me so special ?” there was a hint of mirth in his voice, almost as he was testing her, not intimidated from that farce she held his gaze.

“I trust you.” 

Her candid confession took him aback, not enough though to let his composure falter, as he probed further to keep her away from him, away from his heart that already he felt wrapped around by the branches of love they felt for her,

“Even now ?” she nodded smiling sheepishly at him

“Yes but now it seems you are going to hurt me and …” she let out a shaky sigh “I am scared of what you will do to me.”

His fingers cruelly gentle as they brushed on her lips

“I have to say I am tempted to gobble you up.” her eyes widened in disbelief at the smoldering heat in his amber gaze, shining in the dimly lit room like a predator looking over his prey.

“But I won’t harm you. After all it will be a sin to scare you away now that we are beginning to be close.” 

Every words oozing the sensual decadence of a secret tryst fanning on her skin, setting it ablaze in delicious contact with the wetness of his lips brushing ever so softly on her neck, making her desire for more despite the warning signs he was giving her, mesmerizing her to give in the temptation of her most wicked desire.

A dreamy sigh escaping her lips involuntarily, suppressed by her hand, brushing over that soft rosy lips he yearned to savour, melting in a gasp as he laid on the sofa his movements both languid and sensual at once he leaned his head on her lap his gaze alluring seducing her to give in his selfish desire for attention a malicious smirk on his lips coaxing her to obey him

“I hope this position is comfortable enough for you.” she nodded, unable to say anything else, lost in the molten gold of his eyes, a beastly glimpse flickering in it like a predator seizing up his prey shining in the dimly lit room.

“Good I will take it as a thanks for saving you before and showing you this place.” 

He reached to caress a soft curl dangling on her shoulder, her eyes widening at his intimate touch taking him aback by her strange docility, capturing him deeper in the spires of what surely He would have called love, something he personally has never experienced until her.

“Thank me once its tomorrow too, I love to hear your sweet voice first thing in the morning.”

The touch of her fingers on his curls strangely comforting, touch she was doing to Him, that thought soured his expression as he looked at her, seeing reflecting in her bright pure eyes nothing but the deepest kindness and tenderness of her heart, dripping over her words.

“I think you should mind how much alchol do you drink.”

“What for ? It’s not like anyone can order me around ‘bout what I have to do is it ?”

“No but … I care for you.”

Her heartfelt confession had the effect of a cold shower on him as he stared at her in disblief

“Like I don’t want anyone to take advantage of you when you are drunk that is.”

a tender smile curled her lips as she combed her fingers through his hair, brushing her thumb on his cheek pushing a rebel lock away from his face. 

“Now is better if you take a nap to dispose of the alcohol running in you.” 

He couldn’t afford to lower his barrier too much with her, she didn’t know anything of him not yet and though that words melted his heart all the same, a soft smiled curled his lips before he resumed his though facade

“I will take up on your offer then, thank you.” he shot her a last sultry gaze speaking in such a low hoarse voice revelling in the deep shade of red rising to her cheeks.

“Feel free to do the same, little bunny.”

She nodded mindlessly continuing to brush through his soft grey curls, smiling at his cute nickname, hearing him purr in delight feeling drowsiness taking over her she felt grateful for his decision to turn on his side, while his head shifted away from her lap, giving her freedom of movements, slowly, as to not wake him up, she slide next to him sandwiched between his sturdy body and the back of the sofa, strangely so she felt safe almost as his body was shielding her from any harm a sigh of relief escaped her lips admiring his graceful features. 

It was such a weird hectic night even though she could not tell the second part of it exactly a dream she could not brush it away either, at least she got to see another side of him she should have been grateful right ?

Yet she felt a weird uneasiness took over her hoping for him not to change too much, afraid his sudden switches would have eventually led them to drift apart, strangely so this thought wounded her more than she could say, almost as he perceived the sudden shift in her mood he wrapped his arm around her keeping her close to him.

A rush of heat rose to her cheeks for that intimate contact feeling his warm breath fanning over her cheeks she closed her eyes trying not to overthink about it too much, to not read anything in that light contact, after all he was fast asleep right ?

Maybe he was a cuddly drunken or he just like to cuddle, even though the little smile on his lips told her a different story sheepishly she trailed her gaze down only to feel her head cradled into his chest as his soft fingers brushed over her soft curls, while the other arm wrapped around her waist, before she knew she drifted asleep nuzzled on his pecs dreaming of him. 

Unaware of the way the budding affection, hidden in their hearts, was slowly but constantly growing stronger each day as they got closer, bonded by the strongest ties of them all the red string of love, written above the stars, twinkling happily in the blue night sky peeking from the clouds as the moon look down at them, bathing the little room in its light.

It was still night when a knock at the door awake him from his slumber, his sudden movement waking her up smiling at the sound of the night birds chirping excitedly outside already spreading the rumors she envisioned would have spread through the palace, after the news of their peculiar night spent together all alone in a room, but she didn't cared not even one bit, truth to be told she was happy to be exchanged as his lover.

Not minding the hour she took her time to bask in his hug, smiling at the gentle touch of his fingers on her cheeks as he greeted her good morning before fretting over to apologise profusely for that compromising position, finding his legs wrapped around her and her head laid on his arm, but she was quickly to reassure him nothing happened between them, even though she would have preferred otherwise, alike the drunk part of him that didn't seem against showing his passion freely at the contrary of the shy, kind Keith who was right in front of her, gazing pleadingly at her asking for forgiveness over and over again.

She reassured him it was nothing he should mind of, ignoring the way her heart clamored uneasily and the urge she had to kiss that soft rosy lips of his to shut his apologise but she wasn’t so brave to and so she settled to calm him down cupping his cheeks and caressing her thumbs on his soft skin, diving in the deep pool of molten gold of his eyes.

Ever the gentleman he pulled off from her, helping her off the sofa adjusting her dress and hair before doing the same to him in time to greet his butler coming to look for them, unaware of the gratitude she felt at the knowledge the lock functioned and so the previous night white lie from his was a trick he pulled off to be alone with her, offering much needed time to spend together getting to know one another better, knowing little of the fact even his naughty side, she didn’t quite discovered yet, interested her as much as his kind one did.

The carriage travel back to the palace was long, and boring seeing how much drowsy she still felt and so she focused in admiring him to stay awake, with little success, as she slumped on his shoulder, too tired to slide off she remained where she was faking to be asleep, a soft smile curling her lips as she basked in his strong arms cradling her on his chest once more, nuzzling better in his arms as she felt him carrying her back to her room, placing her on the sofa before turning to go away but she caught his hand. 

“Thank you for this wonderful night Keith and for showing me the room, it was a beautiful sight.” A sheepish smile curled her lips mirroring his own

“It was my pleasure. I am happy you liked it.” a soft blush crept up on her cheeks at the sensation of his lips kissing gallantry her knuckles, like a night, her heart bursted with affection as she raised on her tiptoe to plant a soft kiss on his cheek, revelling in his rosy blush, while his masculine musky and woody scent enveloped her nostrils making her dizzy.

They parted way promising to meet that afternoon for a tea party, a spring in her step as she got ready for the night, looking out of the window while thoughts of the pleasurable time she had spent in his company  swirled in her mind, her heart filled with happiness and curiosity as she greeted the stars twinkling in the night sky, pleasure behind imagination crafted her dreams until dawn, when she bathed in the warmth of the morning sun, enjoying a breakfast with him, like a couple, bonded together by the strongest force of them all, capable to bring to their knees peasant and Kings alike, for nothing was more powerful than the almighty power of love.

[more-than-a-princess]

He'd figured it out before Sonia had a chance to explain. Just as well: considering Wylan's line of work, he probably had more experience slipping in and out undetected than her security staff did. That, in the grand scheme of things, was simple: combing through all of Wylan's belongings to retrieve what was likely needed and discard anything that could be used as a weapon against the Royal Family. Her choice of partners had always been controversial, though an assassin was a bit out of the ordinary, even for her.

"As long as Her Royal Highness keeps her tracking software active," Cecily replied crisply, shooting Sonia a withering look. She was a combination of personal secretary, older sister, and guard dog most of the time, with a coffee dependency and little patience for jokes that got in the way of her work. She and Wylan would get along swimmingly, if just for his preference of glitter bombs alone. "We are able to keep an eye on her after the Las Vegas Incident. And the legalities..." She gave a dismissive wave of her hand: the Novoselic Royal Family had diplomatic immunity in France, as they did in many other countries around the world. It took a single phone call to gain access to the hotel room.

"But more to the point," Cecily continued with a sigh. Sonia could only assume she was awake most of the night once it was discovered that she'd disappeared, a triple espresso barely getting her through the morning if the neat stack of demitasse cups was any indication. "If you are to remain in close contact with The Royal Family, it must be deemed that you are not a threat, and that anyone you are associated with will not pose a threat to them either. I imagine your background checks will be rather spotty, so any information you may be able to provide on that front will only aid your case, Mr. Rectur. The last thing any of us want is some international terrorist organization brought to Boudry House's front steps, and I will be far more pleasant to deal with than our Head of Security."

"My home in Novoselic," Sonia filled in for him. "I moved out of the Castle when I turned eighteen, and will move back once I am queen. It is a townhome but it is quite comfortable."

"Terrorists showing up at Boudry would make it more interesting at least," Liam quipped, setting down his teacup. "You don't do anything fun over there. No parties, unless it's an 'official' event!"

"Because diplomatic relations aren't going to be solved over a round of Mario Kart," Sam shot back. "Still can't believe you're going to be a Duke one day, with your habits."

There was no point in explaining that horror movie marathons and a library did, in fact, constitute Sonia's idea of fun. She'd been persuaded a handful of times to venture out for recreational purposes over the past year, but she'd purposely kept her schedule of duties full. It helped her think about Wylan less, or at least contain it to the few moments she had to herself: when she tried to fall asleep. When she woke in the morning, often groggy and guilty for letting him occupy her dreams again.

She swallowed, feeling the warmth creep over her cheeks again: for once, she'd slept well, and it was entirely due to waking up with him in her embrace. And her flush didn't go unnoticed: while Wylan brought a new fascination to their family, her cousins and Cecily alike kept Sonia at the forefront of their concerns. She hardly ever fell apart, she wasn't allowed to do so. So watching her retreat into a shell of her former self had, Sonia guessed, been rather jarring. Yet, all three now wore similar expressions: Are you okay?

It wasn't a question she could answer, at least not openly in front of everyone. Sonia had a role to uphold: a confident one, in the face of her family's questions and Wylan's wellbeing. It couldn't have been an easy choice to stay and not make a run for it. And this part of the family would likely be the easiest to win over.

"We will go clean up now, and then we shall decide what to do next," Sonia announced, using the authoritative voice she employed only when she felt necessary. Both cousins nodded, not questioning her, but Cecily piped up as she always did: probably for the best that her private secretary wasn't intimidated by her.

"Clean clothes will be left outside the bedroom," She told her, giving Wylan a wary look, a 'don't take too long' expression. Even if there was no glitter bombs, there were walls without soundproofing. "And please try to consider what should be done about the gala in London tomorrow, before you are due back to Novoselic. I will do my best to assist you through all of this, but Their Majesties...this may not be the best surprise to give them upon returning."

"Then perhaps my mother should've thought it through before insisting I be a part of the Little Black Book this year," Sonia replied,, turning on her heel and proceeding to the master bed and bath of the suite. "I have someone I love in my life now, and I didn't need a society party to make that happen." Even if such a relationship wasn't marketable for The Royal Family. Frankly, she preferred it that way, wanting to keep as much of her private life private. Easier said than done.

Once she'd ushered them both into the bedroom, Sonia closed the door and, with a heavy sigh, didn't hesitate to ignore the attached, spacious bathroom in favor of flopping right onto the plush, king-sized bed. Between the barrage of questions and decisions they needed to face and the realization they'd stayed up for a good part of the night, the mid-morning exhaustion seemed inescapable. "I feel like I should apologize for all of that," She admitted, looking up at the ceiling. "My behavior for the past months worried them all, it shouldn't be a surprise that they're all concerned. But they'll come round, at least I think they will, and more easily than my parents. But more to the point..." She groaned, tired muscles protesting as she propped herself up onto her elbows in order to look at him. "Are you all right, Wylan? This has to be a lot to take in, and a large adjustment. Going from what your life has been to all of this. But I will be here for you, no matter what happens." No matter what her parents had to say about it, or what Novoselic's Intelligence teams uncovered.

She wondered if he was ready for it all, but couldn't bring herself to ask: if she did, she'd give him cause to doubt it, and her. And Sonia, if she was going to be selfish about something, she'd be selfish about this. About him, and having him in her life as much as she could, as much as he'd let her.

"Say what you will about the strip, I think the hotels have a lot to offer. There's space, amenities, and the view in the mornings something to gamble for. Not that I needed to. I think I handled her pretty nicely, conclusion aside." Wylan defends himself only half-heartedly, as the retorts come about Sonia's suffering, a reminder of what that conclusion had brought.

A reminder he would not live down for some time. Given it had spurred a national spectacle and scandal for her. Which was really why he felt bad. Her emotions aside.. she went through everything else because of him, didn't she? The toils. The coverups. All of those lies because of him lying himself.

"Tch. I came back. At least. Just took me awhile." Is all he cares to say there, withdrawing somewhat as the foreign royals bickered between one another at his expense and Sonia's. Chatter about background checks. Digging into his history. Would they actually be able to find his birth name, Zachary Reis, and make the connection to his sister as a result? He'd like to doubt such, spare her the controversy. If Kat knew that he was here she'd already be putting up a two-sided fuss.

Wasn't it enough that her brother was a career killer working for world crime organizations? Did he really need to get involved with paparazzi-ridden monarchies? Apparently, yes. Yes he very much did. Because of course. It's Wylan. Why wouldn't Wylan become smitten not only with the crown princess but everything around that sort of life?

A disaster. And only part of which he'd be inevitably putting behind him as had been suggested to Sonia before... hm. Hm? Oh, they're talking to him again. Sam, the younger one and more manner-possessed. Wylan can't help but smirk at the question, and as the kid goes on about wishes he lets out a laugh.

"Haha! Putting myself in with a three letter organization? Are you kidding me? Gag. Like I want to spend time in dismal foreign countries taking out corrupt officials to help install new ones with a beeper in the pocket. There was the one time I thought about turning to work for the government, but I actually stayed affiliated with--"

Sonia interrupts and- Wow. This was a good reminder. Really. Why he came back. Why he stayed. And why he fell so helplessly for the woman who seemed fit to break every mold she could. While everyone else present was taken aback by her suggestion of a shared shower, Wylan was... aroused! Absolutely! Won't deny that! But lets look past his nethers (proud as they may be) and up to her face. What a woman to suggest that to a group gathered like this. Sure, this wasn't going to be the kind of language to continue to expect when in the presence of her parents but it lit a certain devious spark back into Wylan's own soul. One that had shuttered itself somewhat in hopes of placating future family.

"Well..."

A notion that Sonia did not see fit to share or indulge. Good!

Maybe, just maybe, moving to a life with royalty wouldn't be as stuffy as he thought?

"Actually, right now is probably the best time to keep me under supervision, I think. And who better than you?" Wylan cheerfully replies, clapping his hands at what was sure to be a first signal to another fantastic train wreck. "The person who can't keep their eyes off me. Oh. Come to think of it. I didn't bring anything back from the room though, so I'm lacking a change of clothes. Unless... your people already cleared it out soon as they knew where we were?"

Wylan spares a look towards Cecily, a scrutinizing lift of his brow.

"I wouldn't be upset if you did. I know how you people work, otherwise I wouldn't be so good at getting around it when I want to. Seeing as this is a time where I'm on the same side as your group-" Almost suggesting a different level of antagonization prior. "I hadn't locked or rigged the place before we left. So there won't be any glitter bombs this time." He smiles. Wondering if she knew what he was talking about, a time he'd intentionally left some evidence of a prior visit. Truthfully, it was less... Wylan had been clever and more in his lovestruck daze to be with Sonia he simply. Forgot. Whatever their team saw fit to do was probably done either way. Like he was with this room of unsettled strangers, soon as Sonia saw fit to drag him out.

[more-than-a-princess]

Continued from here for @electricea!

Hopefully, Sonia thought, that would take some of the pressure off: if he could enjoy each date for what it was, and not expect an immediate relationship right after, surely that would make them more enjoyable. But the expectations of various Japanese holidays: Christmas Eve, Valentine's Day, and now White Day, rather ignored that way of thinking. You were confessed to or confessed and coupled up, or you weren't.

Hopefully, this White Day would incur no such expectations: just two friends enjoying each other's company, no matter how much the thought tugged at her heart. Tearing off a piece of the melon pan and savoring the subtle sweetness of the sugared crust top on her tongue seemed to be a good enough distraction for that, though Sonia's face lit up at the mention of Ryuji's favorite vending machine. "A ramen vending machine?" She repeated, both excited and puzzled by the prospect. "But how would such a thing work, Ryuji-san? I suppose if it is instant, then only water must be added. But imagine if a machine was able to dispense the likes of the sliced pork, and chopped onions, and mushrooms, and the hard-boiled egg? It would be quite revolutionary for vending machines. Still, I should like to see your favorite machines! Will you take me to them? I do have some coins we can use to purchase snacks or prizes."

She wasn't the biggest fan of snacking: the practice was dissuaded in the Royal Family. Meals were to be taken at mealtimes and mealtimes only, but with a close friend who managed a convenience store, it was difficult to resist. This, in turn, made it much less like work for him and more enjoyable for them both. Besides: they had the day to spend, though it was curious to her that out of all the Valentine's Day chocolate he must have received, he chose to spend White Day in her company. Perhaps the other gift-givers had presented less than satisfactory chocolate?

Something she chose not to mull over as they began to walk, the melon pan slowly being devoured as they received several dirty looks their way. Eating and walking wasn't exactly culturally acceptable, even more so that it was White Day. Much of the glares were in Ryuji's direction: couldn't that man reciprocate his Valentine's chocolates with even a café visit, much less a planned outing?

Sonia smiled at him. Hopefully he wouldn't notice, or be too preoccupied with their conversation to care. "Well, there were not much in the way of formal classes. That was very unique to Hope's Peak Academy," She explained. It was important, to Sonia at least, that he understood just how rare it was that her class became as close as they were. "Each class had a homeroom period, but much of our study was done individually. Some of us had tutors or coaches, but for many it was a self-study course, assessed by demonstration examinations only and if we were to fail them, we would have not been able to advance with our classmates. But our teacher truly believed in the importance of spending time together as a unified class: that was the exception, not the norm. Thus, she suggested my best friend be named class representative and she helped organize events that would bring us and all of our various skills together. Class parties, sports days, cultural days, days to view cherry blossoms and other important holidays."

"I believe my high school experience would have been quite lonely otherwise, though as I have come to understand it is a rather atypical education. But all of us were admitted to the school to cultivate a specific talent, and outside of our class that was often all we were known for. Unsurprisingly, I was known as the 'Ultimate Princess,' though I mostly wished to be known as 'Sonia.' I imagine your time in high school was far more fun!"

[laylamva]

Miitopia Nuzlocke!

Okay, so I’d been doing a Miitopia Nuzlocke for a month and decided to chronicle it. Spoilers…I didn’t make it. 

Rules

If a Mii falls in battle, they’re gone for good (Unless it’s the protagonist).

I will only use the Life Sprinkle on the protagonist.

If the whole party falls in the same battle, everyone will still be counted as alive.

If a Mii is resurrected by another party member, they will be counted as alive.

If the dead Miis cost us the final boss, only then will I go back to level them up.

When a Mii dies, I will change their hair color to white, their eye color to black, and rename them “Spooky Ghost” to keep track of who I’ve lost (and also to make me feel better about sentencing my beloveds to death).

I will draw random characters from Mii Maker for every major character and decide party jobs by spinning a wheel.

The Nuzlocke ends after the main story. I cannot bring myself to care about the post-game.

If the protagonist dies on their own, the Nuzlocke is aborted.

Sabrina Raincomprix is protag/safe gorl.

WALUIGI x TEMMIE OTP (they’re the lovey-dovey couple)

Sassy Child Elmo pretending to be a dragon foreshadows Dominic.

Lenny

Dark Lord Chloé Bourgeois is fun to voice

Sabrina’s a chef.

Simone Soleil! Male Pop Star.

Before you look him up, Simone’s an OC. I put an OC in here. Help.

Every time I have played this game with Spotpass on, the freaking blobfish Mii always weasels its way in! (It’s the Nintendo Fangirl)

Got the new Zelda amiibo. Wonder if it’ll give me a costume?

IT DID!

I changed Sabrina’s eyebrows to match the Zelda wig…she looks exactly like me.

Leon Kuwata, Ultimate Mage AU

AU where Genocider Syo is a good guy who unkills people

I almost lost the Danganronpa characters, but we lost the fight.

Simone’s dead. But it’s okay, because he’s a spooky ghost.

I actually made up a “Farm Upstate” story to make myself feel better about Miis dying. “They’re not dead, they just turned into ghosts because of a cosmic paradox and can’t leave the inn as a side effect!”

Leon is at war with the moles. And also Sabrina, apparently.

On a related note, Sabrina Raincomprix and Genocider Syo BroTP???

I made Teruteru Hanamura the King. If you’ve seen all his Free Time Events, the calming fruit mission hits different.

And Sonia Nevermind is the princess. Can you tell what my current hyperfocus is?

Why does the wheel keep giving me Pop Star things? Simone’s been dead for three sessions it’s time to move on—

General Sonia killed Leon and Syo. My entire first party is DEAD.

Sabrina’s a warrior now.

Maya Aida from Glitter Force Doki Doki is my Imp.

One time when I was playing this game, I tried making a Starlow Mii from scratch, but then I realized it looked like someone different. Someone better. And now it’s all come full circle as Tonker Bell joins us as the Airheaded Cat!

Sabrina just got the Bee Armor. Suck it, Chloé!

Genie of the Lamp The Master World’s End Club

Homura Akemi as the Dancing Guide? Imagine Homura being happy.

Steve from Blue’s Clues: The Kind Thief

Steve and Tonker Bell BroTP!

tonker bell just died.

If we’re going with the “Sabrina dumped Chloé” narrative, I feel like even with two kind party members, Sabrina would keep chanting until the genie was sealed again.

Crap I bought Tonker Bell something

I LOOK AWAY FOR ONE SECOND AND NOW MAYA’S DEAD OH GOD—

Steve’s the only one left.

Ugh, scratch that.

OK, Sabrina’s on her own. If she dies, game over.

Why am I listening to Dodie music while I’m doing this? It’s making this sadder.

WHY IS MY FIRST FIGHT ALONE AGAINST HOMURA???

AND SHE’S A PAINTING I’M BONED—

I lost. The Nuzlocke is over. RIP.

So…yeah. I plan on doing this again on the Switch later, but that’s gonna go on YouTube…as soon as I can figure out how my capture card works. BTW, “Spooky Ghost” didn’t fit in the text box for Mii names, so here’s what I named them instead:

Simone: Sun Ghost

Tonker Bell: Disbelief

Maya: AngelHeart

Steve: At College

Syo and Leon were taken away before I could give them ghost names, but if I did, they would’ve been called 11037 and Genocided. And I didn’t name Ghost Sabrina because the Nuzlocke ended. But, hypothetically…Vanisher.

[iboatedhere]

2021 Fic Year In Review

tagged by @carlosreyess thank you!

Total Number Of Completed Works: 37

Total Word Count: 301,177 (so far....there's another 15k or so of Wings Are Frayed that will be posted before the new year and another 3k-4k word fic I'm hoping to finish today or tomorrow)

Fandoms I’ve Written In:  911 Lone Star.

Looking Back, Did You Write More Fic Than You Thought You Would This Year, Less, Or About What You’d Expected? More. Way more. I never imagined Wings Are Frayed would end up being as long as it it. I thought it would end around 70k and I nearly doubled that.

What’s Your Own Favorite Story Of The Year? I loved So Many Somethings. I always wanted to write a You've Got Mail AU and I finally got to do it.

Did You Take Any Writing Risks This Year? I feel like anytime you join a new fandom and start creating fics it's a huge risk. I was so scared to post that first fic because I didn't know anyone in this fandom so I didn't have anyone to hype me up. I just released it into the wild and hoped for the best.

Do You Have Any Fanfic Or Profic Goals For The New Year?  I want to make sure that the WIPs I'm working on now aren't thrown to the side when the new season starts.

Most Popular Story Of The Year? Me And You Back At Mama's has the most kudos, Wings Are Frayed has the most hits.

Story Of Mine Most Under-Appreciated By The Universe, In My Opinion: Prima Facie. A cute AU that underperformed, imo.

Most Fun Story To Write: So Many Somethings. Mainly because it was the fic that really kick started my friendship with @pragmaticoptimist34 and helped turn it into what it is now.

Most Unintentionally Telling Story:  not 100% sure what this question is asking but Soapy Dishwater Drips might have brought out some domestic longing in me that I knew was there but didn't really want anyone to see.

Biggest Disappointment: Okay. So when I say I threw the biggest pity party for myself when I posted chapter six (I think) of Wings Are Frayed and I didn't get a comment on it for almost the whole day, you have to believe me. I straight up cried to Sonia who had to talk me down. I'm okay now, though.

Biggest Surprise: That people actually seem to like me, lol. I am very introverted and quiet in real life and have a hard time making friends and I feel like a lot of people have just...adopted me into friendship. I'm very thankful for that. (for the first time this week I'm crying happy tears at my desk instead of sad/frustrated ones)

My Favorite Part Of Fandom This Year:  I love everyone in this firehouse, tbh. I've made some really, really good friends, a few I talk to every day and I've loved how we've all made it through the hiatus and how we're all freaking out over the new promos and photos and information that we're getting leading up to the premier.

I'm going to tag @marjansmarwani @reyesstrand @howtosingit @bellakitse @kiras-sunshine @detective-giggles

[more-than-a-princess]

His nonchalant stance on murder suited her. He suited her. She needed not to fall apart each time a life ended, even if inside she wanted to scream and cry at each and every one that could be traced back to her family. Maybe he felt the same, when a fight was all said and done: he could celebrate with his gang but wonder, deep down, what did it all mean in the end, for him, for the future.

And that sometimes, one just needed to laugh, even if it was at her expense. "It is formal as a sign of respect, Sano-san," She emphasized with a small smile of her own. Now that she knew it tested him the same way 'Princess' got under her skin, she now knew how to combat him. Even if it was with words and playfully, instead of fists and with force. "And yes, I am older than you. With that said, though, I think it is only proper that the -kun honorific be reserved for someone I am on more intimate terms with. Therefore, I think Mikey-san will be best, if that is what you prefer."

Well, if he was going to remind her that she was indeed older, then she'd take it upon herself to act with somewhat more maturity than him. Until she needed to tease him with 'Sano-san' again, of course. "A few!" She said brightly, perhaps too brightly considering the topic. But they were at the haunted house ride, so perhaps onlookers could simply write her off as playing along with the theme. "Mostly ghosts that are relatively harmless but a few were made that way by members of my family, and they are far more malicious. Must be careful around those. But a more pressing question: have you ever left Japan, Mikey-san?" Due to his background, she guessed not, much less ever having to go to Europe. Sonia wasn't sure that seeing her homeland was good enough of a reason for him to leave his gang behind for a little while.

And besides, she no longer wanted to talk about mobs and gangs, just for a little while. For a little while, she wanted to lose herself, immersed in a house of friendly ghosts who floated, who danced, who dined and sparred with one another. "Dancing is easy," She replied before she could stop herself. That was the power of a cobweb-infested ballroom and ghosts that appeared and disappeared with each graceful step. "Once you know the steps and have confidence, it is as simple as walking, as long as you trust your partner to lead, or you trust yourself to lead them. But as a leader, I imagine that is not a problem for you."

She was sad to see it go: for all he'd spoken of her as a princess, she would've rather liked a haunted ballroom and couples united in life and death, for all eternity, at peace with one another. Instead she visited exhibit openings, casinos, auctions, and anywhere else the Borghese Family needed to see and be seen, especially if there were other crime families to ally with or keep tabs on. Hardly as elegant or dreamy.

She was snapped out of her own macabre dream, however, as Mikey took hold of her arm. "What the!-" She began, before realizing it was his hand clamped over her arm. They were now in the presence of corporeal clown ghosts, who cackled and drifted. And juggled, one of them removing his head to juggle it with two others. Sonia found it rather amusing, her companion did not.

"Do not worry, I won't tell," She whispered to him as the car moved into the next room: an attic, inhabited by a melancholy bride left at the altar before their car tilted backwards, lowering them into a graveyard with, as the singing busts proclaimed, grim grinning ghosts. "Oh, that is clever!" She exclaimed, watching the ghost of an opera singer be strangled by her own braid as she sang. "They are all having a good time here, I envy them. It looks like a fun party!" She nodded to a single skeletal hand that waved from behind a headstone, holding a teacup. "What do you want to ride after this? I am guessing something a bit less frightening. Perhaps the water drop ride with the log? Or the roller coaster with the train?"

"Yeah guess that makes sense. I'm sure your family has killed people for far less, being a mafia family and all. I mean, I haven't known you for very long yet, but I've already decided that you're my friend. So, if someone assaulted you, I'd probably kill them too." He said it so nonchalantly, as if he wasn't talking about murder. The darkness inside of him had no issue or qualm over killing someone that would hurt his friends or family. "I've always thought anyone that would assault a woman is scum. They would deserve it."

He laughed softly, as the topic changed to something much less serious: her dislike of his nickname. The way being called princess irked her only made it more fun for him. She was an heiress, and while he knew that she didn't get to wear the poofy dresses and fall in love with the prince like in the movies, he knew she'd grown up never wanting for food, clothes, and material things. Love on the other hand... She'd likely never received much of that. He knew that the old time families were certainly lacking in that department.

"I'm used to people calling me leader, so wouldn't really bother me much. Though.. I really don't need the whole San part." He shuddered. "It sounds too formal. Besides, you're older than me aren't you?" He looked over the graveyard with mild interest, before returning his gaze to her own. "Just Mikey is fine, princess." He grinned. "Or at the very least.. Kun would be better." He drawled with a smirk. "Gotta say, you have a nice laugh. I think it's the first time I've heard it. We'll definitely have lots more laughs before the day is over." The blonde promised, as they entered the haunted house.

"I.. see. Have you ever run into a ghost in your families haunted houses?" It was hard to imagine being able to buy so many houses for storage and protection, even if they were cheaper due to their circumstances. As a fairly poor middle schooler, the task of buying just one house seemed daunting to him. "Guess I'll have to visit one sometime to see for myself." Manjiro still didn't quite believe in ghosts, and he wasn't sure what happened to people once they passed away. He liked to believe in reincarnation, and that Satori and Baji were squalling babies elsewhere. Hopefully, they would have a better life this time. Yet, he just was so unsure of what happened after death, that he couldn't say he believed in it for certain.

"I don't ever want to need to protected by a gun." The sentence came out harsher than he intended. Maybe because it was what had taken Satori from him, or perhaps because it was the cowardly Chisaki's weapon of choice, but he hated the cold, steel machines that could take someone's life so easily. "I believe most things can be solved by fists. Negotiations though.. I'm not very good at. So I wouldn't mind if you bailed me out with that." He scratched the back of his head awkwardly, glad for the distraction as the ride started.

There were many objects floating around, including a clock, and a multitude of books. Mikey couldn't help but wonder how the items were being levitated, and how the piano keys moved as if the ghosts were playing it. It was very cool, he had to admit, but he managed to keep his composure, even as Sonia excitedly pointed out all of the different attractions.

"S-sure. Maybe we'll see some ghosts." He responded, eyeing the fortune teller that was supposedly summoning them. He was trying his best to sound enthusiastic, even though his lack of belief in the supernatural made it sound a bit forced. Next, they entered the ballroom. It was quite beautiful, he had to admit. "Now I want cake." He whispered, as the ghosts blew out the candles, despite all the desserts they had just consumed. He watched the ghosts waltzing on and off, and he wondered if it was holograms or something else. It did seem... almost real.

"It is beautiful." He agreed. "I've never been to a ball though.. or any kind of dance. I actually have no idea how to dance." He admitted, gazing at the various ghost couples floating about. He'd never even desired to do such a thing like dance before, but the ease at which they glided around made him want to try. Perhaps, it would even help with his coordination in fights. "It does look fun."

Once they passed through the last of the ballroom, they entered a new room. Large bars of what appeared to be cages lined the room, and inside were... clown ghosts. The Toman Leader blanched, and he suddenly gripped Sonia's arm. The bars didn't keep the ghosts in for long, as they drifted almost lazily out, large cleavers in hand.

He wanted to shrink away, yell, or demand to get off of this ride. Yet, he wouldn't ruin this ride for her. He could tell how much she was enjoying it, and he thought of how she'd never been allowed at an amusement park. He would make sure this was the most fun day for her and that nothing would ruin it. So, he managed to keep his outward composure, staring down the clowns as fearlessly as possible, even as one wandered much too close to their car for his liking. The only thing that gave him away, was the tight grip he kept on her arm, his small form of comfort in his personal hell. "I.. will not be afraid." He grit out, not wanting to show any weakness.

[prompt-master]

Familiar New Beginnings

Hajime woke up that morning already feeling a barrage of unimpressed emotions. He knew his routine by now, had it memorized forwards and backwards. He would do chores around the island, check up on the others still in their comas, then have a video chat with Makoto to update on their status. Despite surviving the impossible, Hajime’s life felt surprisingly uneventful. There was a certain layer of dreariness that stuck to his daily life now. He tried his best to wash it off, but there was always leftover residue no matter how hard he scrubbed. Afterall, many of his friends were comatose, the four others were dealing with their own demons, and nothing in their routine ever seemed to change. He had hope that things would change… but it all felt so…

Hajime groaned, ruffling his hair in the bathroom mirror. If he wasn’t careful, he would sound just like Izuru.

‘And what is wrong with that?’ Speak of the devil.

‘I don’t know… everything?’ Just like that the conversation was over as quickly as it had begun.

He and Izuru were… Well, it had gotten better that’s for sure. Just a month ago the two were constantly clashing with each other. They had argued over everything from moral differences to petty squabbles. At times they had even fought for control of their body, which looked downright scary to the others whenever they got a glimpse. Now… Hajime didn’t really know how to describe his relationship with Izuru. He doesn’t like him, but he doesn’t hate him anymore either. 

Not that it mattered much. Izuru wasn’t a part of his daily routine except for the fact that he was always in the back of his head observing. And Hajime was taking things one day at a time. 

What mattered right now was getting to the restaurant for breakfast, a quick meeting, and chore assignment. It wasn’t really necessary (Izuru reminded him of this every single morning meeting), but the mini tradition was nice. It was like a small reminder that they were in this together. The morning meeting really could make the difference between a bad day and a good day. Kazuichi slinging his arm around him, talking about stupid guy stuff. Sonia trying to work out the chore assignments but getting distracted with more fun conversation. Fuyuhiko pretending to be bitter and serious, but everyone could see he was enjoying himself. Akane of course would always be energetic as Hell. Hajime swore she could always pull them out of a funk with how much of a driving fight she had (even if she mostly used it for her hunger). Morning meetings reminded Hajime how lucky he was to have escaped with them. They reminded him why he was fighting. They reminded him although things currently felt dreary and repetitive, something good would come out of it. Morning meetings were simply wonderful.

At least, that’s what Hajime would have said a day ago. 

Because today’s morning meeting was garbage. There was no way to sugar coat it. He had barely gotten to talk to any of his friends, and although they made his favorite breakfast he was instantly handed a chore list that could only be described as annoying. After reading over the list, Hajime looked up at Sonia.

“Seriously?” The list consisted solely of the most difficult unwanted jobs, not to mention the fact that many were on opposite sides of the island. 

“I’m terribly sorry, Hinata-kun.” Her smile didn’t look sorry though. Before he could get too bitter, Izuru had to remind Hajime that her smile hasn’t been as bright ever since getting her despair memories back. She did a polite bow, one in that over exaggerated foreigner way, “the others have been incredibly down lately so I wanted to try and ease their workload.”

Hajime could already feel a hefty weight on him, “why me though?”

There was a shift in her eyes, a quick glance that she tried to hide, “I figured that…”

Of course she had, since she glanced at his red eye after all. If only she realized how uncooperative Izuru could be. Sure, he had the Ultimate Ultimate living in the attic space of his head but it meant nothing when all he wanted to do was watch. 

Regardless, Hajime nodded. Taking some load off his friends back may do them some good. He knows he heard Kazuichi screaming from a nightmare last night. Probably about the death machines he built. 

“But just this once”, he had said. 

He could practically feel Izuru mocking him in his dead toned way. Throughout the day of trying to get his chores done and ignoring Izuru’s sudden comments about being bored he would hardly get to see any of his friends. It sucked, but sometimes it had to happen, he supposed. They weren’t on an island vacation after all, they had to keep the island self sustaining. All in all… an incredibly lackluster day as he had feared. It was this brand of nothingness that left Hajime feeling vague within his own body. The lack of stimulation allowed him to fade out until the next chore was done. It was a numbness over his body as his brain went into autodrive.

And he hated it.

Feeling like he was floating, feeling like he has no control of his body. That reminded Hajime of how close he was to simply not existing anymore. In fact, sometimes he still wonders if he doesn’t exist. Maybe he’s just Izuru, and this is Izuru’s weird way of coping with everything.

‘Don’t be idiotic, Hajime.’ Izuru said, pulling him back into reality. Right. He was working on the farm. ‘You have survived one of the final trials between hope and despair, against Enoshima Junko herself. Yet you still doubt your own existence. How boring.’

Hajime laughed through his nose, pulling another root out of the ground. Izuru certainly had a strange way of cheering him up. Maybe Hajime was the strange one though, because it worked. 

‘Careful, Kamukura, you almost sound sentimental.’

There was a beat of silence. For a moment Hajime thought that was the end of the conversation. It wasn’t unusual for them to have short bursts of conversation that cut off suddenly. When he spoke again, Hajime wished he had the talent Makoto did. He wished he could see beyond Izuru’s tone to hear the meaning behind them. Even though it was the same flat, uninterested, soft voice he had heard a million times before, he felt as though there was something unseen within.

‘I have told you this before, but that particular trial was one I had set up myself. Your existence is a display of significance and impossibility. Do not disappoint.’ 

It wasn’t too odd to hear this sentiment from Izuru. In fact Hajime had heard it from the moment he woke up. His very existence was the defining reason Izuru gave hope a chance. It clearly meant a lot to Izuru, even if continued to claim he could feel nothing. Still, Hajime couldn’t help but wonder why Izuru was saying this now. Izuru didn’t say anything without purpose. Ah, he didn’t want Hajime to be moping around all day. That would be much too boring. Hajime decided to give Izuru some control over the body just this once, to let him play around in the dirt and with the bugs within. For a man who could do anything, he always found interest in such simple matters. It was almost charming.

Hajime must have nodded off at some point, because when he had come back into the driver’s seat not only was the crop work done, but so were several other chores on the list. Hajime couldn’t even process that for a moment, having to confirm both with Izuru and his own eyes multiple times to be sure. It was always odd blacking out and finding his own body had done something without him. ‘You didn’t have to do all that’ Hajime had said. ‘I was bored’ was all he got in response. Typical Izuru. 

Although Hajime could still feel the aches of labor throughout his body, he had to admit that the break was a welcomed one. Even if Izuru hadn’t intended for it to be a relaxing moment, Hajime supposed sometimes taking the backseat didn’t need to feel so life ending. After all, like Izuru said, if he could survive Junko, he could survive today. And tomorrow. And any day. 

Hajime’s step had a bit more vigor in it now. He felt just slightly more energized. He could tackle the few chores left on the list now. He was certain that without Izuru occasionally throwing in a comment, Hajime would fall asleep while cleaning. 

With the chores list done, he had to do some inspection on his comatosed friends. It was certainly a tough job to handle, but Byakuya - er… The Imposter-  had recently been showing some promising signs. For both The Imposter’s sake and his own, Hajime would keep this work flow going. He had to, even if he felt tired. Besides, the sooner he finished with that, the sooner he could call Makoto, and the sooner he could lay in bed and go to sleep. Just imagining that left Hajime feeling happy, maybe with some luck he could even convince Izuru to not interrupt his sleep out of boredom.

“Yo, Hinata!”

Strangely enough, outside the hospital was Kazuichi, seemingly waiting for him. As Hajime approached, Kazuichi pushed off the wall he was leaning against and jogged up to him.

Hajime placed his hands in his pockets, ignoring Izuru’s gentle scoldings about how that was rude and closed off body posture, “Hey Souda, what are you doing here?”

Kazuichi flashed a smile full of teeth, “The others decided to throw a dinner party, so I came to let ya know. Cuz y’know, you’re invited, of course.”

“A dinner party?” Hajime couldn’t deny the temptation. “What for?”

“We’ve been all working so hard ‘n stuff!”

“Ah, so it’s just an excuse to party.”

Kazuichi glared and pointed at Hajime in accusation, “hey hey we deserve to have this man!”

Hajime laughed, rolling his eyes, “well, I guess so. It sounds like fun, I hope you guys enjoy yourselves.”

“Hold on. What do you mean ‘you guys’?”

“Well... “ Hajime rubbed the back of his neck, “I’m pretty tired in all honesty. Besides,” Hajime glanced at the hospital, “It feels a bit wrong to celebrate right now.”

Kazuichi’s eyes widened, and he began waving his hands side to side, “you got to come!”

“I do?”

“Yes!” At Hajime’s continued confusion, Kazuichi took a step back to try and calm himself down, “It would be weird without you, we need you to join.” 

Hajime tried to wave his hand in dismissal, “I’ve done a lot of work today, Souda-”

But Kazuichi just clasped his hands together and began begging, “please Hinata!” he said. Geez, Kazuichi was always pushy when it came to this sort of stuff but… 

‘Enough. Just agree to go.’

‘We need rest. You’d be bored anyway.’

‘Rest is far more boring than a predictable dinner. Besides, you wish to go, so I see no point in refusal.’

Hajime sighed. How did he always get pushed into antics like this? “Alright, Souda, Alright, I’ll go.” 

Kazuichi threw his fits up into the air in celebration, “Fuck yeah! You won’t regret this Hinata!” before Hajime could make any more small talk Kazuichi ran off towards the island bridge. 

“I’m gonna tell Owari to bring the good booze!” He yelled.

Hajime cupped his hands over his mouth, “Don’t drink too much!” They still had work to do the next day afterall.

A dinner party huh? Seemed a bit out of the blue, but the others like to do little activities to keep morale up. He supposed this just had to be another example of that. Hajime yawned as he entered the hospital, already knowing that he would be up late tonight. They would probably meet for this little get together at around six or seven at night. And thanks to the simulation, Hajime was still used to ending the day around ten. Maybe he could convince Sonia to let him sleep until late the next day, Izuru did have Ultimate Psychologist on his hand after all. He could be incredibly convincing when he wanted to.

‘Absolutely not.’

Oh, c’mon. Hajime hadn’t even shared that thought with Izuru!

‘You’re predictable.’

Hajime rolled his eyes, getting to work at the hospital. Before he knew it the day was essentially over. There was little to no progress to report, but Makoto assured him that things were looking up regardless. Makoto assured him that every day. Although in this particular call, Makoto did seem to hold more kindness to his smile than usual. He told Hajime to take the day off tomorrow, which was odd. Hajime hasn’t taken many days off at all since waking up. The only exception was back when he and Izuru would fight more often. Why would he take a day off now? Perhaps Makoto could tell he needed a good night's sleep?

Either way, Hajime just had to survive the dinner party. And at least this would be genuinely enjoyable. It would just be him, his friends, and the bottles of alcohol around them. 

Akane greeted him at the door, “Hinata!” she yelled, smile bright as ever.

Kazuichi of course wrapped an arm around Hajime once he saw him, shaking him back and forth.

Sonia held both of his hands in hers, guiding him to the food she and Akane helped prepare. Honestly, he was surprised the food was still on the table. But it did look good.

Fuyuhiko had handed Hajime a glass, telling him he was certain Hajime would enjoy the taste of this particular alcohol. 

It was almost like they were a normal group of college kids on a friday night. They told stupid stories of their past, drank, and ate their hearts out. Occasionally Hajime would let Izuru take control to take a sip of a particularly bitter drink. But all in all no one got too wasted, mostly because Fuyuhiko wouldn’t let them. 

Hajime was laughing at one of Kazuichi’s many rejection stories when Sonia tapped a glass with her spoon. Moments like these reminded Hajime of why Sonia was titled after such an impressive talent. It wasn’t simply a role she was born into, she carried all the traits of elegance and leadership in her posture as she gathered everyone’s attention to her. Back straight, and kind smile, Hajime wanted to give his undivided attention. 

“Every day I feel so grateful to have become your friends,” She said, “we have all accomplished so much, and we only have more goals to seek in our future.” She turned to face Hajime specifically, “and we have you to thank for that, Hinata-kun.”

“Huh? Me?” Well that wasn’t right. In fact if Hajime hadn’t been so depressed as a teenager Izuru wouldn’t have existed. And then Izuru wouldn’t have helped end the world. And then he wouldn’t have put Junko into the Neo World Program. 

Izuru reminded him that if he had refused the project, Hope's Peak Academy would have simply targeted another student. 

“Yeah, you!” Akane smiled, punching Hajime hard in the shoulder, “We definitely wouldn’t have left without you!”

Fuyuhiko looked up from where he had been sitting with his arms crossed, “And these idiots would have never figured out the trials without you.”

“It was a team effort.” Hajime tried to stress, “We all have done so much-”

“Bro!” Kazuichi yelled, “Just let us appreciate you, holy shit!”

Hajime laughed as Akane filled up his cup with another round of liquor, “Seriously Hinata, do you ever loosen up? Maybe we need more food.”

Hajime took a sip, cringing a bit at the burn it brought his throat. Akane did always like the more intense stuff. “Did you guys throw this all together just to be nice to me?” 

It admittedly was nicer than looking back on the past as they had grown accustomed too after gaining back their old memories. Hajime had to remind himself often to look for the future instead, and it sounded like the others still want to as well.

Sonia’s smile fell from royal elegance to that of a close friend, “it’s almost midnight you know.”

“I wonder what the new year will bring,” Fuyuhiko was watching the red sky through the window, “can’t get worse than this bullshit.”

Fuyuhiko choked as Akane slammed a hand onto his back, “It’s going to be a great year! I can’t wait for coach to wake up! I’ve got so much shit to show him, and Minimaru ain’t as good at massaging.”

“So that’s what this is all about, huh?” Was it really New Years Eve already? Hajime felt like there was something else he was forgetting but before he could think more on it… 

“Is everyone ready to count down?” Sonia asked, eliciting sounds of approval (and cheers from one Kazuichi).

“Ten... “Sonia looked at her watch and took charge of the count. She really did make a good leader.

“Nine” All of Hajime’s exhaustion felt lost. It was a short few seconds, but everyone seemed so excitable. It was contagious.

“Eight” The others had gathered close to each other, letting Hajime get a full view of the carefree joy on their faces.

“Seven” He wished he could wake up those unconscious to join them. He’d have to work twice as hard this year to make sure they all got to celebrate together.

“Six” But that was what this was all about anyway. They were looking to the future, just as they had promised in the game.

“Five!” The excitement in their voices grew, Hajime just as loud with them. 

“Four!” Because it was more than just about looking to the future.

“Three!” It was about making the future.

“Two!” They were going to take the future in their hands and make it worth living through all that despair.

“One!” And Hajime couldn’t be more thankful to make this future with them.

“Happy Birthday!” “Happy New Year!”

Huh? What? Why did everyone else yell about..?

Everyone was smiling ear to ear. He could see they all had these smug proud expressions as if they’d caught him in the act. Did he..?

“Wait a sec,” Hajime looked at everyone’s faces one by one for any signs of the truth, “is it someone’s birthday…?”

He was met with blank stares. Shit, he must have forgotten someone’s birthday and now he looked like an idiot because he was the only one who didn’t know. Hell he didn’t know it was the 31st until a few moments ago!

Hajime fidgeted, now feeling bad for getting so caught up in work that he’d forget something like this, “I’m...who’s birthday is it? Why did no one tell me... “

Kazuichi was staring at Hajime like he was an idiot, and that was saying a lot, “Dude… it’s your birthday!”

“...Really?”

“Did you forget your own birthday?!” Fuyuhiko yelled, then he turned to Sonia, “I told you this surprise bullshit was stupid.”

“I thought it would be cute… ”

“Man… '' Akane looked flatout depressed, “I held back on eating the cake and everything and you weren’t even happy.”

“What?! No, no, I just-” Hajime pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling embarrassment redden his ears. “I really didn’t know.”

For just a moment Hajime retreated back into his head.

‘Did you know about this, Kamukura?’

‘Of course.’ Izuru had known everything from the moment they had woken up. And he’d known about the party since Sonia had handed them their chores list.

‘And you didn’t tell me..?!’

‘I thought that it would be amusing.’

‘Well. Are you amused?’

‘Predictably… yes.’

Sonia looked down at the floor with a defeated posture, she sunk down into one of the restaurant chairs, “I’m sorry Hinata-kun… the others said we should have just told you about the party but I thought that since… “

Kazuichi propped elbow up on the table, resting his head against his hand. Even he looked defeated, Hajime wondered how much effort they put into this surprise, “We thought since none of us have celebrated our birthdays in years that it’d be nice to make a big deal out of it.”

“Wait, hold on just a second everyone.” They were right, none of them had properly celebrated their birthdays for a few years, Hajime even more since he was quite literally erased, “This all is very sweet! I just… didn’t remember. Usually it’s colder around my birthday…”

It didn’t seem to do much to uplift the mood, but he could see the urge to tease Hajime for his forgetfulness on their faces.

“Really, all of you. This means a lot to me.” Hajime could imagine them formulating their plan for this party. Making sure he was out of the way, getting together to brainstorm different ideas. Not to mention the hand baked cake, he could only imagine what the kitchen must look like right now. He knows they must have put their entire hearts into this.  “I’m really lucky to have all of you.”

The others smiled at Hajime, glad to see that their efforts weren’t for nothing. At the end of the day, they had just wanted to make Hajime feel special. And although the surprise wasn't as big of a hit as they had intended it to be, they had the rest of the day to make Hajime feel as special as he really was. Now if only this awkward silence would go away-

“Pah...what’s with all this depressing atmosphere when there’s a perfectly good cake right here in front of us?!” Akane cried out, cutting Hajime a slice before cutting herself a massive piece. 

Sonia beamed, hands on her hips, “Owari-san is right! The party must go on!”

“It’s ‘the show must go on’, Sonia.” 

And just like that the high energy was back. It may have been twelve in the morning, but all of them were ecstatic as though it was just a fun afternoon. They even had gifts prepared for him, stuff they all had to create themselves since there weren’t exactly any stores open on the island. Sonia had put together a book for him, full of photos of them courtesy of Makoto and the Neo World Program’s leftover data. She left some space in the book for new memories when the others woke up. Akane had gotten him an assortment of pretty shells she’d found along the shoreline. She had also gotten him a rather gross looking squid, claiming she pulled it right out of the ocean for him. Kazuichi had gotten him a handmade phone. He said the internet doesn’t exist still, but he was trying to replicate as much of the fun as he could with his limited coding knowledge. Apparently Alter Ego helped him with that stuff. Fuyuhiko’s was a lot simpler, but he knew it meant a lot. It was a handmade bracelet of twined hay. At Hajime’s confusion, Fuyuhiko had lifted his sleeve to show a matching bracelet on his own wrist. Looking away with a flustered expression on his face, Fuyuhiko had said it was a way to show their brotherhood. 

Now Hajime poked at his cake. It wasn’t the best tasting cake he’d ever had. It was messy, and too sweet, and a bit undercooked. But somehow that’s what made it the best cake he had ever had. It was so… homemade. And that’s what made it really special to Hajime. As he ate more of his cake he thought to himself about how they wanted to make his first birthday in years special. Hajime began to dig through his mind for the last memory he had of someone putting in effort for his birthday with little avail. His birthday came right after New Years Eve parties. People were usually too tired to then turn around and celebrate some kids' party. He didn’t have any friends either. There was a reason he specifically was selected for the Kamukura Project. Hajime could have disappeared at any moment, and no fuss would have kicked up a storm. Not even his parents would have batted an eye. Sure, they had spent a monumental sum of money to get him into the reserve course, but that was also the exact reason they had grown to resent him. They spent a fortune to get their useless son an opportunity to become something, and nothing had even changed. Looking back, Hajime’s life had been a lonely mix of drowning in low self esteem and being uncared for. 

But now these guys...his closest friends… they were changing everything he knew about his life. Hajime didn’t know it was possible to feel so loved.

‘I have never had cake before’ 

Oh. That’s right, Izuru was still here. Like he always was. That was another change in his life. Did it have to be so unwelcomed though?

Hajime pulled back to let Izuru take the driver's seat for a moment, watching distantly as he picked up a fork and put it in his mouth.

‘The amount of frosting on this is offensive to the craft of baking.’

‘That must mean you like it, then.’

‘Indeed.’

Izuru continued to eat pieces from his cake. Hajime decided to simply let him, it wasn’t often Izuru found something that interested him. He’s sure in just a few more bites Izuru will give back control willingly once he gets bored of the overly sweet taste. He might as well let Izuru join in the celebration.. Wait… 

‘Hey, Kamukura, what about you.’

‘What about me? I am eating cake.’

‘But they’ve only been celebrating me.’

‘That is because it is not my birthday.’

That… did make sense. Just because their body was made on this day didn’t mean Izuru himself was. 

‘When is your birthday, then?’

‘I do not see why it matters.’

Moments like these reminded Hajime that although Izuru was a man who had everything, he’d only been living for a few years now. He was sitting here absolutely pleased and amazed with the idea of an overly sweet cake. Had Izuru ever celebrated his own birthday?

‘Just tell me. We’ll celebrate yours when the time comes around.’

‘You cannot throw a celebration for someone who feels nothing.’ Bullshit, Hajime thought. But he kept that one to himself.

‘Humor me, wouldn’t it be interesting to see what we come up with?’ Everyone deserved that chance. If Hajime, the unloved talentless reserve course student could get here, then why couldn’t Izuru? 

‘Very well. I first awoke on June Ninth.’

June Ninth. June Ninth. June Ninth. Hajime repeated the date in his head to commit it to memory. Just a month ago, Hajime would have scoffed at the idea of celebrating Izuru’s existence. Maybe his life hadn’t been so unchanging as he thought. Just a month ago, Izuru would have never cared about Hajime’s birthday. It didn’t seem like change was happening on the surface, but they were there. Slowly moving. Always making progress. Is this what hope meant? Would they one day become more than just headmates? Maybe they’d become… friends?

‘I’ll make sure you have a great birthday, Izuru.’

Izuru was smiling just the slightest. Or well, this smile was as wide as it could get when Izuru was the subject matter. ‘Focus on your own birthday for now, Hajime’ that was his way of saying happy birthday, ‘ensure that this year you do not disappoint me with your existence.’

For once Hajime had a strong feeling that he won’t.

[andromeda-nova-writing]

My Entire Life

Fem!Reader

Summary: When you say you can’t imagine life without each other it becomes clear to everyone that becoming a couple is only a matter of time. Who knew falling in love with your best friend was something that was going to happen.

Words: 1762

AN: Exposition time is over. It's time to start playing around with the plot.

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Chapter 2: Distance

Y/N’s task was simple. Watch Hop while his mom picked up the cake and Leon from the train station. It was just gonna be a small birthday party for hop who was turning 7.

Hop was a good kid. In a few ways, he was a lot like Leon growing up. His nose was already in books trying to learn about Pokémon. In fact, he was using a lot of the same books Leon had Y/N quiz him on. It was quite cute.

“I’m gonna win against Lee one day.” Hop spoke after rewatching one of Leon’s past matches.

“You know I told Leon I was gonna beat him too.” Y/N said leaving her phone open on whatever news site that popped up in her recommendations.

“Why didn’t you?” He sat on the couch looking ready for the most exciting story.

“He’s just a strong trainer. It’s like he traded his sense of direction for being an amazing strategist.” She spoke highly of her friend. “It’s like any time I thought I had him backed in a corner, I would lose faster than it took to snap my fingers.” 

“Was it like that with everyone?”

Y/N frowned. “Kinda. Depending on who you were.” She debated on continuing with her thought. Sonia and Leon were rivals at one point. She hadn’t got the answer to what had happened that made her so upset at Leon that she dropped out. It was probably best not to bring it up. They wouldn’t talk for a year, even now they weren’t close. 

“He was good at befriending different Pokémon.” She hoped Hop wouldn’t be annoyed at the subject change. 

 “Like how?”

“Well, sometimes it would be like you and your Wooloo. Creating an inseparable bond built on mutual trust.” Y/N smiled at a memory. “That it's not about having the strongest Pokémon. It’s about-”

“Having a partner you can trust in. Understanding where their limits lie and knowing when you are going too far for them. Knowing when you can push you and your Pokémon into being the best version you can be.” Leon finished as he walked over to the couch where Y/N and Hop sat. 

Leon sat down in the middle between Y/N and Hop. Hop had a huge smile on his face. “Lee you made it!”

Leon pulled Hop into a hug. “I would never miss your birthday. We are going to do whatever you want to do today.”

Y/N fought a frown from appearing on her face. Leon missed her birthday twice. He’s missed their annual Halloween movie night. Every movie they talked about seeing in theaters. Game nights with both of their families. Testing out terrible ice cream flavor combinations. The Halloween costume competition. The yearly ‘drink as many different hot chocolate types till you’re sick’ day. 

Y/N forced a smile and took a breath. “I’m gonna go grab Hop’s present from my house. Don’t have too much fun without me.”

“We won’t.” They spoke together.

Y/N grabbed her jacket and walked out of the house. The moment she stepped outside, tears started forming. "Honestly who said all because you're champion now that you can't come home and hang out with us anymore." She wiped her eyes with the bottom of your sleeve. "It's not right to leave us behind like that."

-

Y/N called Leon. It was late at night and his last match ended over an hour ago. It was probably safe to call him and actually have Leon pick up. The after-match interviews had to be over by now.

The phone rang a few times. "Hey Y/N. How’s it going?" 

“Pretty good. I'm turning 17 in a few days. Me and Sonia are supposed to go out to eat with Nessa on Saturday. It’d be nice if you could come with us.” She told him, making it sound more like a question. It would be nice since Leon and Sonia had gone back to being friends like normal again. Even if their friendship now included some occasionally awkward moments.

“You said Saturday?” Y/N sat up straighter in her desk chair.

“Yeah. You know I haven't seen you in months and I’m getting tired of being stuck only being able to hear your voice on the phone.” Y/N wouldn’t admit she was begging but she was.

“Let me pull up the calendar real quick. I’m putting you on speaker.” Leon began to scroll through his schedule.

Y/N smiled even though she hadn’t got an answer yet. “While you do that, You want to hear what happened while I was at the store?”

“Sure.”

“There was a guy who saw my lock screen of the two of us in the Wild Area. He called me one of your rabid fangirls. Claimed I photoshopped the photo.” Y/N laughed. “I almost started messing with him but it was my turn to pay in line.”

Leon shook his head. “You get that happening to you a lot?” He spoke with concern. He hadn’t said it allowed yet but he was nervous about accidentally bringing his friends and family into the spotlight.

“Yeah. It really doesn’t bother me. Not like anyone has said anything that’s actually hurtful.”

“What time are you three going out to eat?” He asked.

“Around 5 then I think we were planning to also go see a movie.” Y/N looked over at her Drifloon and the Mimikyu she got during the gym challenge. Even they looked excited in suspense of possibly seeing Leon again.

“I have a night shoot for an ad at 6.” Leon sounded like he was already getting ready to apologize.  

“It’s okay. It was last minute. I’ll talk later. Mimi keeps pulling on my leg. Have a good night.” She looked away from her Mimikyu that was on the other side of the room.

“Goodbye. I’l-” Y/N hung up quickly.

She looked back to Mimi who looked like the definition of offended. “I’m sorry. I needed an excuse.” 

Y/N got up from her desk and flopped onto her bed. “It's just every year he misses my birthday now. We’re supposed to be best friends.” She pulled a pillow over her face and screamed. “I get it, he's the champion and he has things to do. But it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.” Y/N spoke into the pillow.

Drifloon and Mimi looked back and forth at each other and Y/N. Both of her Pokemon were a bit worried.

Y/N dropped the pillow on the floor and laid on her back. “It’s just so unfair. You know I always try to make time for him whenever he comes back to Postwick. Even if I was already busy and had plans. I’ve canceled a date for him before.”

Drifloon moved over to the light switch and bumped up against it turning off the light.

“I just miss him. So much.” It wasn’t long till her anger turned into tears. She curled into a ball trying to give herself a hug.

Mimi got up on the bed and sat next to her trainer. She rubbed her head against Y/N. It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened in the past 4 years. 

-

Leon laid in bed at his apartment in Wyndon. He couldn’t sleep. At least there was nothing scheduled to do in the morning. He rolled over and grabbed his phone, checking the time to see it was 1 am. He got maybe an hour or two of sleep at most. 

Maybe he could, no that’d be too rude. But she probably was still up. She does have a habit of staying up late. She’s usually editing late at night though, she would be so focused. It also means she’d be wide awake. Leon tapped the back of his phone for a minute continuing his internal debate.

He sat up, giving in to his boredom he called Y/N.

One ring. Two rings. Three rin- “Leon, why on earth are you calling me so late?” She was clearly very awake at least. 

“I couldn’t sleep. I figured you would still be up.” He pulled a blanket around himself. The cold of the room bothered him more than he would have thought.

"Well, I'm glad it's that and not you being lost. Still, you never call this late. Is something wrong?”

“No nothing’s wrong. I just can’t sleep and thought maybe if I just talk to someone long enough my brain would finally give into sleep.”

Y/N laughed. “Okay. Well, what do you want to talk about then?”

“Welp I didn’t think that far ahead.” He looked up at the ceiling of his room.  “Um, are you working on anything right now?”

“I am but it’s more of a personal project." I'll post it once I'm done editing it."

"Can't wait to see it. What is it?"

"It's just some photos I took earlier this week for Halloween. I think it’s my best work this year.” He could hear the excitement in her voice.

“Do I at least get a hint of what you’re dressed up as?”

“No, You might try and top my costume. You can’t win everything.” 

“Well, I think I’ve won enough to have this cape at least.” He laid back, leaning against the headboard.

“Bleh. Are you sure you can’t get rid of that damned cape?”

“What’s wrong with the cape?” Leon laughed through the question.

“You’re right. Throw out the entire outfit and put something on that has actual fashion sense.”

He laughed more. “I didn’t know you hated it so much.”

“Loathe is the correct word.”

“Damn.”  He laughed. “Well I’m sorry to disappoint you but I can’t get rid of it.”

“The day I don’t have to see you in that sorry cape anymore is going to be great.”

“It’s gonna be a long time till that happens.” A smile went across his face. “How’s the editing going now?”

“It’s done. I’m just going to post it then go to bed.”

“I guess I’ll let you go then. Good night.”

“Good night.” 

He hung up the phone and pulled the blanket off of himself, placing it back where it was supposed to lie on the bed. He opened up an app on his phone to see Y/N had already posted the photo that appeared on top of his timeline. He liked the photo and left a short comment before getting to try and go back to sleep.

[ihopethisendswell]

My Computer Is Terrible So I'm Stating My Story Ideas Here Part 9: This is gonna be very f-ing vague but it has Lore Keeper Sonia in it and that all that matters.......and my oc x Leon ship I guess.

Okay okay okay

Swsh Fantasy/Medieval/Royalty Au

You love it. I love it. Will I write about it? Eh. Will I gush about it? Absolutely.

So so so

Some random things that I'm thinking about.

I'm going full ramble here prepare yourself.

Lore. Keeper. Sonia. My. Beloved.

Let her have an active role dammit

For what idk but it'll be something!

Also King Leon cause duh

With Raihan as his number 1 knight. The only one who can at least match him in battle

Also his bff( along with Sonia)

Being a young king Leon had less time to interact with those he cares about

Like Hop

Also Prince Hop My Beloved

So like

The plot is very vague but like

The basic idea is that there's a threat of a dragon or something similar to the sort

And ofc King Leon and his best knight will go to the threat themselves since soldiers they sent has note returned so better go themselves to not loose anymore men

So as they prepare to leave Sonia comes along and is like " I'm coming with you I know about these Legends of the Land that might help you" and Leon is like " No it's do dangerous" and they fight about while Raihan is in the background like " oh damn" before Leon uses his status as a king and orders Sonia to not interfere which really blows a whole into their already stained friendship

It also causes Raihan to question if his relationship with Leon is that they're actually friends or it's just of a king and his knight ( only professional)

Leon in all of this is feeling very bad but Rose is like " you did what you had to do" and tries to encourage Leon about his abilities/ status/ relationships.

Rose is Leon's counselor/ Duke/ idfc but he's there

Change in perspective: it's hops turn

His whole thing is that when he was really young he used to be bff's with this girl( Naomi) but the problem is that no has seen her AND one day she just disappeared like that one guy in the meme so no one believes him when he says that she exist

So up until now he was taught to believe that he was imagining things and that this girl didn't really exist until he started having weird dreams about someone calling him to fulfill some prophecy of sword and shield or whatever and each time this person mentions Naomi, his childhood friend

And in his dreams it's said that they have to go to the place Leon and Raihan are going to fulfill the prophecy

So now Hop's like " well dang I guess I have to fulfill this prophecy but there's no way that Lee would let me go with him-" ( cause he overheard Lee's and Sonia's fight) " so who can I ask?"

Piers that's who!!!

Idk if he's gonna be a duke or part of a gang of thieves not how tf does hop know about him but he does and we're gonna role with it

THIS IS GETTING ODDLY SPECIFIC FIR SOMETHING THAT'S SUPPOSED TO BE F-ING VAGUE

Also Marnie tags along too because of course she does

They somehow tag Bede along who was going to stop them but they forced him to come anyway

BACK TO LEON

A day before they leave Raihan is like " we should head to the market for extra supplies " and Leon's like " yeah sure" so they head to the market

While they're there Leon bumps into a stranger with black clock with neon blue highlights aka Alexis!!!!

And Alexis drops a few things most notable a compass of sort but before Leon can say anything Alexis just snatches it out of Leon's hands and walks off without a word

And Leon's like " rude" but honestly doesn't think of it

So the next day they're actually leaving for real and after a long while on the road Raihan thinks that some snuck on their carriage only to find out it was just Sonia because she's a bad bitch like that

And Leon obviously makes a fuss because she went against his orders but she's like " I know more about * insert place* more than the two of you combined!" ( Well not really, and Raihan is fairly knowledgeable about Legends and history and and stuff but I need a reason for Sonia to be there okay)

They fight for a bit before Raihan gets in between the two and is like " we're too far to go back now and she might be a big help so stop fighting" and they stop for the time being.

Que travel sequence with both parties having shenanigans

Leon and Sonia fighting

Hop and Bede fighting

Marnie honestly vibing

Piers being tired of everything and rethinking his life choices

Raihan honesty having to be the middle man before snapping himself and now all three of them are not on good terms ( oh you thought it was just gonna be Alexis x Leon angst? Ha! The games gave me both to much and to little content to work with. Suffer)

Another perspective change but it's Alexis this time!!!!!

In the game canon he had a relatively light scar on his right eye. Well now it's worse :)

In this Au he was cursed by a certain green haired man( Ghetsis) (I'm going to dread tagging this aren't I ), who was an evil warlock and king( or Alexis' Homeland and by force I must add)that Alexis defeated cause he was once a hero

Bascically he's cursed to have the appearance and abilities to a half-dragon

So for the most part he looks human with a few things akin to Zekrom minus the tail.

To be specific his arms and legs are both seemingly chard black, with slightly visible lightning marks. they glow blue when he's using magic/ his powers. His eyes ( well eye) is like Zekrom's

While that sounds cool, his new abilities give Alexis a lot of pain, as his body isn't suited for it

And because big that he can't really control his new powers so he's not only hurting himself but also those around him.

As much as I want to go the route of he runs away from his family and friends to look for a cure and protect them this guy Formerly had no clue how magic worked he just used it, so he had to ask those around him who did to help him

Which involves the dragon that everyone is looking for as it is said to sap energy of any kind, which would reverse his curse.

This dragon is called Eternatus

The problem is that this same dragon is known to to use it's energy to cause destruction around it and Alexis is like yeah no, and goes off to find another way with Elliot and N since both Cheren and Bianca have they're own duties and N knows about the curse being Ghetsis' son

The compass is magic and it's away for each of them to tell where the other is and use for communication

It's also used to detect magic!

So yeah this compass is very important

Along they're travels the twins have this very strange dream regarding Naomi but they notice that A) she's wearing a necklace that was once owned by their uncle before he moved away to start a family.

So they rightfully assume that this girl is their cousin

The second thing they notice is that Eternatus is literally right behind her and is causing her A LOT of pain.

Bascically she's begging them to come save her because she's gonna die if they don't

If your wondering why she didn't contact Hop it's because she assumed that Hop had forgotten about her so she thought it would be pointless. Not the spirits/ the wolves though!

So know the twins have no choice but to go find Eternatus and rescue Naomi because why wouldn't they she's in trouble and they're cousin !!!!

So they tell N the gist and make they're way to the kingdom that Leon rules and Alexis bumps into Leon yada yada yada you get it

And after that they leave for Eternatus.

I have a lot more ideas but this is getting waaaaay to long so I'm just gonna make a part 2/ part 10.

Seriously this is very fun to think about as I love the fantasy genre.

TDLR: This is awfully specific for something that's supposed to be very vague. Also Lore Keeper Sonia my Beloved ( I know I didn't talk about her much but just know I love her dearly)

If anyone have any ideas or just want to brainstorm with me, feel free to tell me!

[eduardo-andale-lets-go]

favourite reddie head canon?

oh MY god is iT REALLY-- my first reddie ask??????? holy shit i love you thank you-- ok i will stop grovelling and start answering

So im gonna start with the observation that Richie and Eddie have so many facets in their personality that is explored by the fandom depending on the AU/Timeline, which makes it so much fun cause each AU means a different approach to the same characters that we all know. I’m also not very picky on whether its realistic or not as long as I enjoy it. 

One of my favorites is the Jock!Eddie Nerd!Richie fics, cause it highlights Richie’s softness. It’s usually Richie POV too! So i love him pining, grappling with both his sexuality and his social standing. But I also love the tension that this all causes, and some sexy hallway makeout scenes-- thats always good. 

Another thing I’m soft for is, admittedly, rockstar/celebrity aus. I know, I know, all the culture around celebrity worshipping yada yada yada, but the celeb aus are really well written! I enjoy the fantasy while also being taught again and again how unhealthy or how not good it always is.

I’ve mostly read Singer/Celeb/Famous!Richie fics where Eddie does nor give a damn, but I also read one really good smau where Eddie is an indie singer and Richie is the fan. IDK i just love imagining myself in the fan’s place WHILE thinking that its Eddie or Richie. (Plus it doesnt help that I have a crush on both Finn and Bill-- anD im 11 mos older than finn so i hope thats acceptable to yall huhuh but ive been trying to not engage in the finn-fandom cause itll just be a headache for me in the end)

WAIT I JUST REALIZED YOU SAID HEADCANONS-- but like aus are similar to headcanons in that aus are basically built mostly on headcanons? ok fuck

so, headcanons

(that exist in the fandom space!)

I LOVE RICHIE BEING INSECURE ABOUT HIS BODY AND EDDIE BODY WORSHIPPING HIM DURING CUDDLY OR HOT TIMES, like, my belly, too, is wiggly, and if eddie loves richies wiggly body, why, i too, must love my wiggly belly 

I also adore tattoed eddie hcs because of a rebellious phase against sonia, and when richie realizes this, he, like, cackles and adores it

idk if this is in the book, but its in almost every fic set in their younger years but yes yes yes i loveeee “Richie goes to Eddie’s bedroom by climbing his window”  and the “they sleep in the same bed because NIGHTMARES and they end up cuddling” its a cliche classic and i love it to the bits

I ALSO lOVE the hc of eddie taking richie’s glasses of to clean it with the cloth he keeps specifically for richie and the one where richie has a spare inhaler for eddie- like holy shit how can you be 14 and act like a married couple goddamn 

ALSO ALSO ALSO DANCER EDDIE-- like Eddie just knowing how to MOVE IT. And this is usually in the high school fics or fics where they’re 17-26 or something, where they go to a high school party or meet at a bar and richie is jUST-- whoa, goddamn, eds, lemme put my big ass hands on your waist as I become increasingly enraptured by your dancing, and also, lemme put my big ass hand on your bigass--

and this is about to get nsfw but like, i am also guilty of loving the Richie is sexually active as a teen and introduces eddie to pleasurable sex-- AS I ALSO enjoy the Richie and Eddie both have never had good sex due to repression and they figure it out together. IDK ITS JUST-- BOTH SO VERY GOOD!

Additionally, I have a few headcanons of mine that I would like to share:

for a few months after theyve gotten together, richie and eddie keep their relationship a secret and eddie is VERY sweet to richie, like just, pure fucking chocolate candy rainbow unicorn diabetes kinda sweet, but when theyre with the losers, eddie is feral and argumentative or he tries to be like before. and when the losers find them out richie explains, “well, i wanted to tell you all but eddie said he enjoyed our sexual tension--” before shut him up for good

also for my actors au that i simply do not know if i will still write it:

richie is a popular singer turned actor, and they share this house while shooting in the middle of nowhere and they all share one bathroom, and so thats how eddie finds out that Richie LOVES singing disney songs, and especially pooh songs in the shower. His comfort song is actually the pogo remix that basically puts music in the dialogue “dum de dum de dum dum dum de dum de dum dum when im with you im with you” that kinda thing and Eddie fucking TEASES him so much and he even shares this on the interviews and richie is like “eddie dont ruin my bad boy rep!!!” and eddie is all “oh richie you ruined that yourself when you started wearing those godawful hawiian shirts with inhalers on it” and richies like “hey the fans gave it to me!” “yeah and i like it” and eddie has the gall to question WHY everyone thinks they’re dating!

and the last one (im so sorry this is prolly not what you asked for i need more people to talk to me Q^Q):

the losers on a sleepover sleeping on the bedroom floor, and stan is like scared of the dark right so he sleeps beside the wall but thats not enough so he curls into a ball and he needs to touch someone else and its usually richie (richies noise as he sleeps calms him down because if theres a noise atleast he knows its richie yaknow) so he curls around himself, ass out and like just seeking richie’s back and eddie sleeps to the other side of richie, but when eddie sees this, he would wait for stan to fall alseep before he scoots between stan and richie so hes sandwhiched between stan and richie, and eddie gets to cuddle richie that way 

okay thank you good night this might be the last ask i get but thanks for the opportunity!

[hcpefulmarshmallow]

@more-than-a-princess​:

✵ + since I'm already working on a response to Sonia being surprised by the idea of a class Christmas party, it's probably a good idea to see how Nagito/Sonia celebrate the holidays (No Sonia, the -other- set of holidays) together.

---

Never Too Early For Christmas Memes

who spends hours putting up lights only to get tangled in them and storm off?    Nagito does tend to get tangled in the lights quite often, leaving a very confused Sonia to wonder how he ended up Like That, but I don’t see him getting that mad about it. It’s all a part of the holiday.

who accidentally eats a whole box of christmas chocolates in one sitting?    Sonia, obviously. Of course, Nagito probably bought them for her in the first place.

who insists on watching the cheesey hallmark christmas movies?    Yes. 

who insists on playing nothing but michael buble in the few days running up to christmas?    Also yes. 

who gets their presents wrapped at the mall so the other cant go snooping    I don’t imagine either of them are inclined to snoop, but Nagito insists they both do it anyway, on account of his luck. He’s stumbled across gifts meant for him before by complete accident, and felt terrible about it.

who insists on making snow angels?    Sonia does. Nagito’s a little nervous about the possibility of her catching a cold or accidentally rolling onto a buried knife, but it always turns out to be fine. He worries too much. 

who put christmas outfits on all the pets?    Yes, and Kibou looks Great, thanks for asking. 

Do they go to family’s or have a quiet day in?    They don’t really have a choice in the matter when it comes to the occasion itself. Christmas always ends the same: with Sonia’s family at each other’s throats, and Sonia in tears. So one year, Nagito suggests they simply have their own a day later. On the 26th, they begin the day by sleeping in; and from there, they simply do whatever they want. Though, “whatever they want” usually involves nothing more exciting than some good movies and warm tea -- the important thing is that they can be together, all arguments prohibited.    The lead-up to Christmas is another story. The palace tends to be rather tense, so Nagito’s always dragging Sonia from pillar to post to keep her mind off it. They’re always up to something. Any Christmas activity you can think of, from sleigh rides to caroling, and of course a ton of charity work; December is never dull. 

who insists on wearing matching ugly christmas jumpers?    Nobody insists, necessarily, but they own them, for sure. 

Who waits up until midnight to give the other their present?    Nagito. The concept of gift-giving always gets him so excited. He’s probably been planning this for months. 

Who insists on hand-made presents only one year?    It’s Sonia’s idea, but Nagito supports it. It’s something they do one year to teach their children about the meaning of gift-giving, creativity, and something something the holidays are about spending time not money. It’s turns out to be a pretty fun year. 

Who puts mistletoe on every door frame?    Nagito doesn’t put the stuff up, but he does seem to get caught under it a lot. Enough that he begins to wonder if Sonia has anything to do with it. 

Who gets too drunk at the work christmas party and has to be picked up at 9:15pm?    Sonia does at once point, while they’re still quite young. It’s the last Christmas she has before she takes on royal duties full-time, so she wants to let loose and ultimately goes a little overboard. Nagito takes really good care of her, though. 

who gets angry and almost tells kids that santa isnt real?    The grandparents, probably. No anger at Christmas, that’s illegal. 

[alolanrain]

Found Family!AU *Christmas Addition*

Because I’m in a hella big Christmas Mood(Tm) and I talked a lot with @hiddenbyfaeries over this.

Hi yes, Gym Leader Opal is now Ash’s Great Aunt on Giovanni’s side

And also Reluctant Great Uncle Kabu is a thing as well

So like imagine little bby Ash and Gary flying to Galar with Daisy and Delia to see Graunty Opal to make a bunch of deserts for the other Galar league officials

And Grunkle Kabu gets pulled into the shenanigans and there’s so many pictures of all the younger kids covered in flour while a younger Opal and Kabu stand on the outer side of the group smiling and laughing

even tho Rose wasn’t a chairman just yet

He was shadowing the older head Chairman who Ash and Gary absolutely adored but Ash hated Rose with a passion

But just imagine Ash leaving for his journies and both he and Gary couldn’t help make cookies but they would face time Graunty Opal and Grunkle Kabu the day of Christmas together if the two boys could

But then Ash and Gou get sent to Galar for some mission or something and Opal and Kabu find out and kinda abduct the two for baking time

And Opal does the grandma thing where they guilt trip poor Gary into coming down

And THEN Bede joins in

And suddenly there’s posts from the gym leaders and Bedes acc

And everyone is like “wait WHAT!?”

Because no one knew that Opal and Kabu even had an inkling of any other family members

besides Opal having Bede but their not even technically family and a lot of people just thought that Opal was even around Bede just to train the kid enough so that the boy could take over her gym

But then everyone realize’s its fucking Champion Ash Ketchum and most of the worlds new found favorite Professor Gary Oak

Bede just brags about meeting Ash and Gary but quickly gets embarrassed because both Opal and Kabu coo over them and take a shit time of pictures to post on their rarely used Twitter and Pokegram

So Rose comes down with Leon, and Hop who was tagging along with his older brother, and Oleana bc they were Christmas shopping for their respected families together

So the. Leon gets Piers and Marnie to come as well

And all three kids kinda freak out bc there’s Leon but also ASH KETCHUM and GARY OAK

But Ash and Gary are both glaring daggers and Rose who does them back bc he still remembers the twerps after ten years still

But then Raihan and the younger Trainers got into this little fight on who can take the best Christmas picture with Ash, Gary, and Gou

And then it becomes this kind of... contest???

Where all the Gym leaders + plus the kids would try and get the most Christmas themed picture with Ash, Gary, and Gou

Even Oleana gets in it a little with a picture here and there but it’s usually with just a single person out of the trio

Like a picture of Oleana and Gary out and about with some coffee/got chocolate and they look like their Christmas shopping

A picture with Ash and her looking cute in matching Christmas sweaters by an outside fire place that looks like it’s back behind Kabu’s house

And surprisingly a picture of Her and Gou sharing a large scarf eating candy canes while watching Gary tripping over his feet on an ice rink while Ash laughed while helping him up

But like there’s a picture Leon posts on his Twitter of The trio with the little ones looking for a Christmas tree with an added video of Ash and Gary calling each other thots and other names while disagreeing with what tree they should get while Gou and the kids are laughing in the back ground.

Raihan post a picture with Melony teaching Gary and Alister how to sled down a hill properly while Ash, Gou, and Bae pelt each other with snowballs at the bottom

Nessa posts a picture with the gang + the other gym leader + Marnie and Sonia showing off their nails that were all Christmas themed decorated

And everyone else is just e a t I n g this up

And it hits the national news and every one who knows Ash and Gary are just laughing

Then Ash’s Legendary™️ bs starts uo

So Opal post pictures and videos of the Trio playing in the snow with the Legendary Doggo’s and it’s the most like/shared/retweeted post she ever had

Opal and Kabu win though because they posted a side by side picture of the four + Daisy during their first Christmas baking session and the newest picture of the four + Gou

And Daisy ReTweets with the words “I’VE BEEN REPLACED!!!!” But it’s all in good humor

Delia finds all the pictures taken while the three are up in Galar and prints them all out and past’s them in multiple scrap books with older pictures that were taken in some places during past Christmas and that would be Opals and Kabus New Years present when Delia could finally come back up there to celebrate with everyone else

But then there’s pictures of Ash and Gary teaching Gou and the three younger trainers how to make perfect cookies and other deserts

And it’s posted to Ash’s AND Gary’s account with the words:

“Teaching the new family generation how to make the best Christmas desserts! ❤️”

And their all covered in frosting, flour, other cooking stuff

And just Christmas fluff that gives everyone more insight into Ash’s and Gary’s life

God now I can imagine Ash bringing like a shit ton of his friends who don’t have good families to a party a few days before Christmas and both Opal and Kabu just adopts them all

Opal teaching Gladion, Ritchie, and Cilan how to make traditional Christmas cakes while Kabu teaches Lillie, Alain, and a few others how to properly decorate and wrap Christmas presents

ALL OUT SNOWBALL WAR!!!!

It happens exactly at 12 in the morning

Ash comes bounding down the halls with the younger trainers (Max, Bonnie, Marnie, Bede, Hop, and a few more people) from outside with the war cry of “MERRY CHRISTMAS FUCKERS!!!!”

They bust into the rooms of people who get worked up the easiest and p e l t them in snowballs

Everyone gets into this since they were all staying and Opals mansion because it’s the only resident that could hold them all

Kabu is the only one out of the very older part of the family to get into the fight

Agatha, Delia, and Opal choose not to be apart in favor of recording and taking a lot of pictures

But everyone’s dressed I. Their winter gear and PJ’s screaming and having so much fun

That the war last HOURS until everyone’s near freezing to death

Then they would all go back and change into warmer Pajamas and the three women who stayed out would disperse hot chocolate and drinks with a bit of alcohol to the older trainers and parents/siblings who can drink

Ash and Gary would be determined that Opal and Kabu go first on opening their presents under the massive 20 something-foot tree

But that’s on the actual Christmas Day

Before that Opal, Kabu, and Melony would drag the trio and the younger trainers (like Alister, Bonnie, Max, the Alola crew and a few more kids) to go see the giant 40 foot tree in the town square near Opals gym light up

Then they would split up and go to different kinds of shops and meet back up for dinner somewhere

HHH JUST FAMILY FLUFF