#gladimoon

[azureasterart]

[autumnn-soul]

More Gladimoon <3

[weremadeof-starlight]

Picture that: a gladimoon/lonashipping Miraculous Ladybug AU.

Moon as Ladybug

Gladion as Chat Noir

Lusamine as Papillon/Hawkmoth/Monarch

Pokémon could be Kwamis

I’m just not sure about the dynamics in the Love Square but it fits almost too well.

Am I going to write it? No, but it lives in my mins rent free anyway

[miraimisu]

— Daisies in a Market [2/10]

coauthor/beta: @aurantia-ignis​​

Summary:

Moon lives in a big house with big curtains, big rugs, and big expectations. Her sister and Mother sleep in elegant blankets made of the finest of silk, whereas she’s always had to resort to a tough wheat mattress, a room atop a tower, and loneliness.

One day, an envelope for a dance gala reaches the Berlitz household.

And then there’s a handsome prince and his ever so mysterious (and irritating) bodyguard.

Wordcount: 4246

A/N: we finally introduce the lona bits + some Agatha manipulative bs and man I couldn’t be more excited LMAO

This story contains instances of emotional abuse and other kinds of ‘mental abuse’ so please tread with caution!! If this is a sensitive topic for you do consider skipping, thank you!

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He scowls, folding his arms. "So you're suggesting I become your bodyguard for the day?"

Moon smiles even wider, giggling. "Can it be that bad? I can assure you I will get in less trouble than his Highness."

Gladion studies her. He has this habit of watching her like some sort of pet he's taking care of, or like a map he can't quite decipher. It's not exactly unpleasant, but Moon isn't used to being stared at this silently without being scolded for a mistake.

So Moon awaits the scolding, his frustration, his anger.

"I guess you have a point."

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[misskikuwrites]

Louder Than Words

lonashipping week 2020

Day 3 - Black

@lonashipping​

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Moon staggered up to the motel, half blinded by the torrential rain. She slumped against the closest door and hammered it with her fist over the deafeningly roar of the storm. Her skin prickled, tingling and numb from the onslaught of needle-like rain. She couldn't feel the hard wood of the door beneath her fist. Wind whipped around her, sending the drenched mop of her hair over her face.

She wasn't going to wait any longer. Moon tried the handle, finding it unlocked, and threw the door open. She stumbled inside before the wind sucked the door closed with a heavy slam. The glare that levelled on her was harsher than the rain, colder than the biting wind, and for a split second Moon thought that she'd rather deal with the weather than with him.

A clap of thunder in the distance changed her mind for her.

Gladion stood, hands clenched into fists, and glared.

"Get out."

Two sharp words, hissed through his teeth. Unease flopped in Moon's stomach and she cursed her luck. Of all the rooms in the motel for her to stumble into, it had to be his.

"You're seriously going to send me back out there-"

"Get out." Louder this time. Firmer and harsher, his eyes narrowing and cutting through her protest.

Moon threw her hands up. "Fine, fine." She turned on the spot and opened the door. "I'll guess I'll take my chances with the storm-"

The door swung shut in her face. She jumped, recoiling from the burst of noise, and glanced at Gladion. She blinked at him a few times as he ran a hand down his face in resignation.

"Fine," he huffed, turning away from her and sitting on the edge of the bed. "But only until the rain stops."

Moon bit down her vindicated grin, and grabbed the chair by the desk, sitting on it with her legs crossed. She mussed her hair, sending a spray of water to the floor. The cramped room was cozy and warm, and she let out a delighted sigh.

"Hey, can I borrow a-"

Moon was hit in the face with a towel before she could finish her question.

"There. Now stop spraying water everywhere. You're not a Rockruff."

Moon huffed but happily accepted the towel, and used it to dry herself off in silence. She snuck glances at Gladion as she fluffed the towel over her hair, finding him studying something on his phone. The light flickered as the wind surged around the motel. Moon glanced up at it as she patted her face with the towel.

"I wonder if we're going to lose power," she mused aloud.

Gladion didn't even blink and Moon wasn't sure what she'd expected. He didn't seem like the type for conversation in the first place, but the empty air between them made her nervous. She eased off her shoes, setting them carefully by the door so she didn't dirty the carpet any further, and slumped into her chair. The raging storm outside didn't seem like it was going to let up any time soon.

Not wanting to drain the remaining battery from her phone, Moon studied the room instead. It wasn't long until she regretted that, after noticing multiple suspiciously coloured stains on the floor and wall, and speckles of mold in the corner, and she decided to turn her attention to Gladion. He was still focused deeply on his phone, a slight furrow on his brow. His shoes were worn and scuffed, the laces frayed. His hoodie, black like the night, was littered with holes.

Moon's heart clenched, unable to ignore the awkward distance between them. She thought to her new, shiny sunglasses in her brand-new bag, the money she'd spent on a whole new look just hours earlier, and instantly felt selfish and frivolous. She turned to the dresser beside her and pulled open the drawers. It wasn't long until she found what she'd been looking for.

"Gladion."

His eyes shifted over to her, expression uninterested. She held up the small sewing kit.

"I can patch up those holes for you," she said, giving the sewing kit a shake. The needles rattled.

He looked back at his phone. "No, thanks."

"Come on. It's no big deal, it won't take me long."

"I said, no."

"Gladion."

"No."

"Why not? Don't trust my skills? I'll have you know, I've had to sew dozens of holes left by my mum's Meowth over the years!"

He didn't say anything this time.

"Gladion," she drew his name out, accentuating every syllable.

He huffed. "Why do you even care? It's none of your business. I don't need your pity."

"It's not pity," Moon scoffed. "It's my way of repaying you for letting me shelter here during the storm, that's all."

Their eyes met in silence, Moon pouting defiantly. She felt fixed beneath his gaze. Studied, as though he was trying to read her motives, her honesty.

She hadn't lied. Not completely, anyway. Sure, a part of her felt bad, but it wasn't because she felt sorry for him or anything. She felt bad because she realised just how much she didn't know about him. How different they were. That, even though he was a part of Team Skull, he was here, in a motel, alone.

If all she could do was sew up his jacket, then it would have to do.

Gladion sighed. "Fine. Do what you want." He pulled his hoodie over his head and tossed it at Moon. She caught it with a grin.

"You won't regret this, I promise!"

He didn't reply, but she expected as much, and quickly got to work. She picked out a black thread that matched the hoodie, and started with the largest hole near the elbow. It was long and narrow, the edges torn and frayed. It didn't take a genius to figure out what could cause a hole like that. Moon bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from asking how it happened. Or if he had a wound to match.

The rest of the holes were the same. Moon pressed her lips tightly together and focused on her stitches. She dusted her thumb over a neatly patched hole, before feeling Gladion's eyes on her.

"You're not going to ask?"

She couldn't bring herself to look up, to meet his eyes. Her fingers trembled around the needle and she tightened her grip, exhaling deeply.

"It's none of my business," she said, echoing his neutral tone.

"Is that what you really think?"

She stopped. Her eyes fell on the large gash over the front of the hoodie, patched misshapenly long ago.

"No," she admitted. "But I know you don't want me to pry, so I won't. I just… hope you know what you're doing."

A quiet beat passed.

"So do I," Gladion replied quietly.

There was something in his voice, a depth she hadn't heard before, and it cut straight through her heart. She continued sewing the holes closed, and wished she could do the same for her heart.

[sad-goomy]

Tide Pools

Rescued

Gladion isn’t sure how to feel as he watches the Gumshoos open fire on another ship.

On the one hand, they’re taking down pirates, actually helping to protect Alola’s shores as Ilima likes to claim.

On the other, he was once a pirate and he knows how absolutely infuriating Ilima’s smug face can be when he’s winning.

Read the rest on Ao3

[jooniepertree]

I keep forgetting to post but Hibiscus is finished posting and I just posted Snow, Ink, and Shadows so read it pls thanks bye

[asteroidsylveon]

Oh hello again. I love you. So much. Mwua

Je trouve qu'il n'y as pas assez de Lonashiping 😤

Je me suis inspiré un peu de Pokémon la grande aventures /Pokémon special en faisant le dessin.

À la base, je voulais juste faire un simple sketch et du coup ça a fini comme cela X)

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there is not enough Lonashiping 😤

I was inspired a bit by the last chapter of Pokémon Spécial.

at first I just wanted to make a sketch but in the end I ended up doing that xD

(Sorry for my bad English ><)

[kunoichi-of--destiny]

Lonashipping Aesthetic

[utahimeazura]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Pocket Monsters | Pokemon (Main Video Game Series), Pocket Monsters: Sun & Moon | Pokemon Sun & Moon Versions Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gladio | Gladion/Protagonist, Gladio | Gladion/Moon Characters: Gladio | Gladion, Moon (Pokemon), Protagonist (Pokemon Sun & Moon) Additional Tags: Fluff, thinly-veiled disney references, Amusement Parks, First Kiss Summary:

Gladion points to one of the rides--the typical teacups, but instead of cups, they're shaped like Clampearl. "That's got a short line."

"Okay!" She leads the way, a skip in her step. "It's so rainy that hardly anyone came."

"You call this 'hardly anyone,'" he grumbles as they get to the end of the twenty-minute long line. "But I guess you're right; this is Poke-Park, after all."

[Moon/f!protag x Gladion]

[azureasterart]

Gladion hates parties and shit his mom makes him wear clothes he hates and he has to be around people. But Moon is here and tomorrow's her birthday so maybe he won't run off somewhere and hide,,,,, ig,,,,

[the-kawaiifan]

*inhale*

Make it or Break It by ArtGuruSauce

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17520509/chapters/41275133

Haudion Drabbles by TeagueBlack

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15260904/chapters/35398467

Want One? by LReality

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18293987

If You Seek, You Will Find by LetoaSai

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17999051/chapters/42520661

Journal Entry by LetoaSai

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15890358

so we can pretend, sweetly by erce3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14578527

Home with you by LetoaSai

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14321679

Sleepover (nsfw) by ChocDog

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12151185

Hau, Hala and Malsada by Sylphid

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10397127

From right to left by Sylphid

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10065917

Malasada love by Parachutes

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9713696

Steps by SarahJaye

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9630689

fishing by rowlets

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9331007

I Know You Better by RivalGladion

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9132508

When The Day Met The Night by gladneon

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9109984

Like Hibiscus Vines by The Results are Iridescent (flyingllamas)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8874688

Isolation by The Results are Iridescent (flyingllamas)

https://archiveofourown.org/series/599860

Fireworks by Uniko

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8756668

Brightest Sky by dreamcp

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8741980

Can y'all send or reccomend some Haudion fics THAT DONT have Moon x Lillie in them? Cause it is as rare as getting a Mareanie.

Or even Jellowshipping. Idc. Just some fic that is Haudion and/or Jellowshipping WITHOUT Moon x Lillie?

[androyellow]

I hate how when I want to write, nothing comes to mind but when I want to not think about writing, all I want to do is write

[aurantia-ignis]

gladimoon 053 ? pls

053: "Do you take this man/woman to be your lawfully wedded husband/wife? "

It’s a bit stressful to say “I do” when the Champion’s Pokemon are all staring at you with eyes of “IF YOU EVER HURT HER, WE WILL FIND YOU AND WE WILL KILL YOU”But once he does, they welcome him and his mons to the family XD

[miraimisu]

— Daisies in a Market [1/10]

coauthor/beta: @aurantia-ignis​

Summary:

Moon lives in a big house with big curtains, big rugs, and big expectations. Her sister and Mother sleep in elegant blankets made of the finest of silk, whereas she’s always had to resort to a tough wheat mattress, a room atop a tower, and loneliness.

One day, an envelope for a dance gala reaches the Berlitz household.

And then there’s a handsome prince and his ever so mysterious (and irritating) bodyguard.

Wordcount: 5,077

A/N:   welcome to this Cinderella!AU that’s not 100% a Cinderella!AU and has lots of Rapunzel but it’s a Cinderella!AU + Rapunzel lovechild so take it like you will JKDSLKA we sell love triangles, drama, a bit of angry angry Gladion with some conspiracies and some evil shenanigans afoot, do enjoy the prologue as we get cozy for the lona incoming

also!!! This story contains instances of emotional abuse and other kinds of ‘mental abuse’ so please tread with caution!! If this is a sensitive topic for you do consider skipping, thank you!

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Once upon a time, a girl lived in a big, big manor in a beautiful, beautiful world.

The manor is elegant, majestic and opulent, tucked away in a spot of a kingdom with great forests and enchanting places. Forests litter the kingdom, hiding creatures of all kinds and plants of all colors. The townsfolk flood the markets at the feet of the looming castle that towers in the faraway hills, eternally enshrouded in a mist of glory, opulence, and power.

The proud manor is surrounded by groves and hides a beautiful garden of flowers, vegetables, and herbs. If one were to walk alongside the manor, they'd undoubtedly see the tall tower spiking out of the roof, which is always crowned by birds chirping at the sun.

Inside the manor live three women, and despite the wealth surrounding them and the grandeur of the furniture, the curtains and the rugs, one of the girls is never dressed for the occasion.

The youngest of the three, named Moon, sleeps in the tall tower with a bed made of hay, and her dress is little more than a rag. She keeps her hair up with a cloth, and her hands and face are stained with residual cinders from the chimney.

Wiping those cinders never works, Moon knows. As she wipes some sweat off her forehead, she knows they'll come back later. She hums to herself as she cleans the first step of the staircase, blowing a strand of hair out of her eyes' way.

She's not sure when she started cleaning, but she's exhausted. Her family won't accept a speck of dust upon the spotless marble flooring, that's for sure.

In the wide silence of the home, she hears the familiar tapping of a walking stick, echoing through the walls. Clad in her lavender dress and expensive jewels, her beloved mother stands at the bottom of the stairs, observing Moon's work with a smile. Moon can't imagine a woman more powerful and queenly than the lady Agatha.

"You are certainly doing well, child. Your father would have been proud of you." That's how little it takes to make Moon smile, so she does. Agatha nods and then points at a dusty corner of a step. "Make sure to clean that spot too."

Well, who would leave a spot so big uncleaned, anyway? Moon hides a smile at the thought.

"Yes, Mother!"

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[misskikuwrites]

The Colour of Love

lonashipping week 2020

Day 1: Alizarin Crimson

@lonashipping

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Love takes many different forms. Many different shapes and feelings and colours. The love Moon had for her mother was secure and strong. Familiar and warm, a love that she could return to at any time and feel safe. A love that was soft and cozy like a thick blanket, a love of tight hugs and early mornings spent lazying around in the kitchen.

Moon's love for Hau was bright like the sun. Bright and dazzling, filled with laughter and smiles and hugs. A love that she could go to whenever she felt down and blue, whenever she needed the comfort of his smile. His love was the bright yellow of sunflowers, kind and gentle and soft like his Raichu. It was always there, always knew how to pick her back up with jokes and cheery laughter. It was the deep love of her best friend and rival. A love that pierced through her darkness, her fear, and gave her strength. A love that she could rely on.

When it came to Lillie, Moon's love for her quiet and soft, white and pure like a blanket of fresh snow. It was blinding yet gentle. Unmissable and striking, a guiding light in the night like the soft glow of the moon. It was always there, no matter the distance between them. It was a love that never changed, never faded, consistent and strong through the late night calls filled with laughter and tears. It was felt through the quiet goodbyes, the whispers of "I miss you" that they shared. It was a love that Moon felt long after they hung up, smiling with the knowledge that nothing had changed.

There was another type of love that Moon had struggled to place. A colour that kept changing, a feeling that kept swimming and swirling and blending into a mess she couldn't define. A first, it was black like the night. Hidden behind walls of distrust and fear, behind biting words and flippant comments. And then it had softened. Cracks had formed, and the dark veil had lifted as Moon realised there was more to him than just another Team Skull member. There was more to Gladion than his sharp glares and prickly demeanor.

Black faded into grey as little moments fell into place. It was murky and clouded, but there was more to him, a depth she couldn't yet reach. She realised that with a start the first time he trusted her. His apology for dragging her into a meaningless battle cleared the water between them. And when he'd smiled, the very first time Moon had seen him smile, that night on the docks as they waited for Hau, the dark fog around his heart had lifted. Moon felt warm. There was a trickle of colour, of light, and the world had changed. Everything was brighter. Her heart pounded harder.

She trusted him. She followed his lead without question into the Aether Paradise. His stubborn determination, the drive burning behind his eyes, gave her the confidence she needed to stand by his side and fight. He blazed like a wildfire and she felt safe. She stood tall when he faltered, when he lost to Guzma and began to sink into his fear and doubt and darkness again. She stood tall. The fire she'd felt burning in him ignited in her chest and she fought. She fought for Gladion, for herself, for Hau and for Lillie.

His words resonated with her, deep in her heart.

"You know… I know we aren't friends, but I'm glad you two are here…"

That was enough for her.

-

She couldn't deny it any longer when they met at the base of Mount Lanakila. The thrum of her heart was too warm, too loud, and she knew immediately the colour her love towards him had taken as they fought. It was no longer that empty void of black, dark like his familiar hoodie. It burnt bright and warm, a searing colour that washed over her cheeks like the slash of crimson on the front of Gladion's hoodie.

The faint smile he gave her tugged on her heart, but the words he spoke cut deep like an icy blade through her chest.

"I know we aren't friends… but we aren't enemies anymore either."

They weren't friends.

The pieces of her shattered heart filled her chest with broken glass. Bleeding with every breath, her love ran red and pooled in her lungs until she couldn't breathe.

It hurt.

Her love was the colour of blood.

-

She hadn't wanted to see him again. Not really. Something had tugged on her heart and she'd made her way to Aether Paradise once again without thinking. Her wounded heart hadn't yet healed, and it thumped with a stab of pain and warmth when she saw him, and her love, that dark crimson, washed over everything and she smiled. Her heart fluttered as though it had grown wings and she couldn't care about the pain. Her love for him was brighter and stronger, vibrant and vivid and burning. It was a blaze in her lungs. The flush on her cheeks that softened her smile.

It was a love that soothed everything else away.

And the words he said, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, made her wonder if there was something else, something more, to the way he looked at her.

"Maybe it's time I see a bit more of the world myself… starting with that Pokemon League, I think. I hear that Alola's got a real strong Champion."

She wondered if he knew.

-

He came.

Moon's heart leapt in her chest when Gladion ascended the stairs before her, the pinnacle of the Pokemon League. She rose to her feet to meet him, unable to hold back her smile.

"You made it," she said, surprised at how breathless and giddy she sounded.

The determination in his eyes solidified her suspicion that he'd known all along that she was Alola's Champion.

"Hmph, of course I did. I came here for one reason and one reason only." Gladion lifted his hand and pointed right at her, the gesture making her pulse skip as though he'd tugged on the tight strings of her heart. "To defeat you. Everyone has their own reasons for coming here… but for me, I want the strongest rival for myself."

Moon's heart thumped harder and louder in her chest. She smiled at him, her blood blazing from his words, and for a moment she found it difficult to breathe.

"Good luck with that," she taunted, grinning. "I'm not so easy to pin down, and I won't go down without a fight!"

A smile spread over his face as though he'd expected that response.

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

-

The battle was tough but, as always, Moon was triumphant in the end. She grinned at him as they recalled their Pokemon, and walked over to him. He was muttering something to himself, frustrated lines furrowing his brow.

"That wasn't how this was supposed to go…" Gladion clicked his tongue, before wiping the scowl off his face and meeting her gaze.

"Like I said, I'm not easy to pin down! You've got a lot of rivals to complete with if you want to defeat me," she teased.

His eyes lingered on hers. "It was close, but not close enough. Not if I want to defeat you and keep you all to myself…"

She blinked at him, unsure if she'd heard that right. She laughed, trying to hide the nervous crack in her voice. "Keep me all to yourself? Not sure if all my other rivals would put up with that."

He folded his arms. "They'll have to deal with it, one way or another."

The silence between them, the determination in Gladion's eyes, became too much for Moon. She pursed her lips and swallowed the anxious buzzing in her lungs.

"You know, you really shouldn't be saying things like that," she said quietly.

His eyes widened slightly. "Saying things like what?"

"About keeping me all to yourself." She smiled faintly. She knew what was coming and braced herself for it. "You might give me the wrong idea if you say things like that so easily. Since… I know you don't feel the same way about me."

Gladion stared. His mouth dropped open in shock and Moon didn't want to give him a chance to speak. Not now.

"It's okay, you don't have to say anything." She breathed a dejected laugh. "I know, I know we're not friends, that you see me as a rival, but I… had to say something. I had to tell you." She managed a smile. A soft, gentle smile forced through the pain, the anticipation of what was to come. The wound on her heart threatened to reopen.

"I like you, Gladion. A lot. And I mean that in a romantic way. I have for a while."

Her smile was no longer forced. It was gentle and free, a smile of relief and honesty.

"I hope this doesn't change anything; my feelings towards you, I mean," she said sheepishly. "I still want to be your rival."

He was still staring, those gorgeous emerald eyes of his wide in shock. He blinked a few times before his shoulders sagged, and he dropped his head into his hand with a heavy sigh.

"Why are you… always one step ahead of me?" he muttered, his voice strained.

"What?"

Heat simmered behind the usually placid emerald of his eyes, burning into Moon as he raised his head and met her gaze.

"You say that you know I don't feel the same… and here I was, going to confess to you if I'd won."

It was her turn to stare. "You what?!"

He took a step closer as the heat in his eyes began to pool on his cheeks. Crimson.

"I feel the same," Gladion said, stopping just a step away from her. His words were gentle and quiet, yet so loud in the silence between them.

Moon's heart skipped. "You… do?"

His lips twitched in the beginning of a scowl. "Yes. That's what I said. Why else would I want to keep you to myself?"

His eyes slid away from hers for a moment before returning like a snap of elastic. Drawn back to hers.

She drew closer to him. "Then say it."

The air crackled between them. They stood a few inches apart, breaths mingling, their eyes fixed on one another.

"I already did."

"Say it properly," she urged. "So I know what you mean. So I won't take it the wrong way, so it's not ambiguous, so I know- Please. I want to hear you say it."

His mouth drew into a stubborn line. The crimson on his cheeks darkened and he leant closer. His lips brushed her ear.

"I love you."

Her gasp split the silence. Dizzying heat flooded her body and Moon clung to the front of Gladion's hoodie when his arms wrapped around her. His hands settled high on her back, pulling her into him. Against him. She burned inside and out, and knew her face was as flushed as his.

"G-Gladion," Moon squeaked. She squeezed her eyes shut, unable to think or breathe or move. She couldn't believe this was happening.

His shaky sigh tickled her ear and she shivered. "You really thought I didn't feel the same…?"

"You… you said we weren't friends so I… I didn't think you liked me very much." She buried her face in his chest at her admission. His cheek nuzzled into her temple, she swore she felt his lips ghost over the crest of her ear.

"I did, didn't I?"

She could hear the sheepish smile in his voice.

"Even then… I knew what I felt towards you wasn't friendship. It was… so much more."

"You mean…? That's why you said that?"

Her heart thrummed. The pain was gone. She slid her arms around him as she melted into his embrace.

"You know, you really need to be more direct," she chuckled. "You're always giving me the wrong idea."

"I said I wanted the strongest rival to myself. I thought that was clear enough."

Moon snorted. "It's not! And what were you going to do if you had won? You can't be the Champion and the president of the Aether Foundation."

"I don't see why not."

She shook her head with a laugh. "You don't need to defeat me to have me to yourself. My heart belongs to you, Gladion. It has for a while."

Her words made Gladion pull her tighter against him, his arms squeezing her firmly as he sighed. His warmth bled into her, comforting and gentle, like a crackling fire on a cold winter's night. A steady flame in the darkness. Crimson like the blush on his cheeks, softening his gaze when he pulled away enough to meet her eyes.

And it made her smile.