#gladmoon

[azureasterart]

[autumnn-soul]

More Gladimoon <3

[aureus-ignis]

Lona Selene/Moon @ Laki Gladion @ Dai Rowlet @ Rowlet

[avxl0n]

"𝙊𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙪𝙥𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚, 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙝𝙚'𝙙 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙, 𝙋𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮"

| ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ || ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ || ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ |

Chapter 2

"- My name's Hau, by the way, what's yours?" The man asked, making the raven-haired girl flinch one more time, realising she was staring at him for too long, since she could notice the bag of malasadas already half empty.

"- Oh-...Moon, nice to meet you." She answered hesitantly, before smiling back at him.

"- Moon? Sounds amazing, can I ask you what you were reading?" He added

"- Pokemon as psychological beings, by professor Juniper, you know it?" The dark haired girl replied, lifting her book to show its cover.

"- Oh, you're a student in psychology or something?" Hau said in astonishment, looking at the book cover, which wasn't heavily decorated. The title was written on the center, in dark capital letter on a plain creamy beige background.

"- No, I'm a part time worker in research, though I've always been passionate about it." Moon explained, chuckling a bit at Hau's startled gaze toward her. "And so you're a pokemon trainer, aren't you?" she pursued, looking once again at his z-bracelet around his wrist.

"- Yeah, my biggest dream is to surpass my grandfather, and prove him I can become the next Kahuna of Mele-Mele Island, I'll do anything to get there." Hau answered, his proud innocent smile still showing on his face.

Moon, in her case, couldn't prevent her jaw from gapping, eyes widened after his last sentence.

"- Wait, Hala is your grandfather?" She said out loud, before putting her hand on her mouth, realizing she's probably overreacting.

"- Yes, what's so surprising?" The dark green-haired man asked in a chuckle, slightly amused by Moon's reaction.

"- He once visited my boss in the lab I work in, he brought us precious stones found in Ten Carat Hill's cave that were never seen before, to analyze them, and I worked on it, I didn't know it was a request from him until he came back to thank us personally. I was almost intimidated by the humbleness he showed that day." The girl answered in a quite enthusiastic tone, a soft grin showing on her lips.

"- Grandpa's kindness makes people unable to refuse anything to him. I always admired how he got respect from others without using any sort of pressure or violence." Hau added, smiling at Moon's words. "I've spent my entire life with him, but it still impresses me every single time I observe the way he acts."

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[aurantia-ignis]

Picnic in Paldea

[alola-reblogging]

Moon/Selene & Gladion on a little beach training date, and Hau, Lillie and Guzma spying on themselves from afar bc they are the ultimate lona shippers

They totally end up caught and crash their date, ao everyone just has a friendly training session followed by malasadas

[moonbreeze19]

bigger than the whole sky

guys. i did a thing. a lona fs au thing???

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It's in stolen glances, quiet nights, and the dim lighting of the dance studio that they went from strangers to rivals to friends. Maybe something more.

(Or: Gladion, Moon, and the lost parts of the timeline.)

(on ao3 here)

[artyartpile]

Moonflower

[snowrobin-133]

GladMoon Day/Week 2022

Yeah I know that this is almost like 4 months late but hey here we are 😎Anyways these are just sketches but I tried my best 🤩

Hope you like em!!

Day 1: King’s Shield

Day 2: Helping Hand

“You are challenged by Trainer Gladion and Moon!”

Day 3: Bide

Day 4: Feint (just think of him giving her a promise ring rather than proposing since I was too lazy to bother with time skip designs ;w;)

Day 5: Revenge

“I won’t let you hurt him any more than you already have, Lusamine”

Day 6: Follow me

“Come on, let’s go”

Day 7: Free Day! - Cuddles!!

[sad-goomy]

Failure to Launch

Three more screws fall, and Gladion thinks that it must be the work of some cheap Silph Co. Multitool. To think, Aether Paradise is a top-of-the-line starship meant to sustain life in even the midst of a supernova, and yet it can be dismantled with one of the oldest tools in the galaxy. With all four screws off, it’s clear that the grate is stuck, and it’s a wonder Lusamine can’t hear the heaving effort whoever is up in the vent is putting into slamming it open. Come to think of it, he should be more worried about this, shouldn’t he? “–not even listening.” His mother’s sneer is in view, and Gladion blinks, too used to her vitriol to flinch as she nearly screams, “When are you ever going to grow up and realize that the universe is not going to drop someone in to save you?” Someone drops from the vent.

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[miraimisu]

— In Gold We Trust | [5/7] | The Lovers [Lonashipping Week 2021]

Summary: Decades ago, two children discovered a mine and went home with their hands filled with gold.

Years later, the ambitious duchess of the Aether house decided to uncover a fortune, heedless of the dangers hidden underneath.

And todayー

"So I am a jerk now? Your lipstick on my lips last night speaks a different story."

"I wasted good lipstick on your stupid lying mouth. The least you could do is look grateful."

ーthings have simply derailed just a little bit.

Wordcount: 5,302 words

A/N: we go back to the beginning but with some ✨pizzazz✨

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Gladion isn't a stranger to dances, galas, and celebrations of all kinds. Lusamine would often arrange ladies he'd dance with, because both of them know he'd never pick a partner of his own volition. He only sticks to this tradition because most of these women are visibly elated to dance with him, and he will accept a stroke of his ego anytime.

This time, however, is different, and he knows exactly who he is going to spend the entire night with.

With a tap on her shoulder, Moon turns around, eyes wide at the man before her. Then, they crinkle as she smirks. "Someone's early. I thought you'd still be sore after yesterday."

He can feel some people side-eyeing him from all corners of the market. He blushes, even though he knows what she's talking about. "Not even five minutes in and you're already making my life a living hell."

"You're the one seeking me out," she says, and he keeps silent because she's right. "Can you talk and walk?"

"I can carry things around too, if you say please."

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[Continue reading on AO3!]

[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,,,,

[artpharos]

46. "What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids?", requested by @takoyakicorn

2,904 words, Lonashipping

Figured since I took so long I may as well make it as worth it as possible 8′D

Prompt List from waaaaaay long ago lmao 

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ 

Moon loves the unpredictability of Alola. 

It comes about from living so close with nature, with the jungles and seas teeming with Pokemon. The Tapu's blessings flit in and out between every boulder, every tree. No day is exactly the same. And with each one, new challenges and new friendships are just waiting to be discovered. 

Being the Champion, she's the one that the people call on for dealing with tough and unexpected problems. It's a role she's grown into since she was twelve. Adults would turn to her for guidance after she proved herself capable, time and time again. And now she looks forward to every moment of it- knowing full well that every day, something new will surprise her, catch her breath, steal her heart away. Be it the sun, the moon, the stars, or even something beyond. 

But in between all the turmoil, all the chaos, there are a few things that Moon likes because they never change. Predictable, solid; an anchor in the swirling excitement that fills her days.

Gladion is one of those things.

Sure, at first he stuck out like one of the many many unpredictable things of Alola. Even more so, with his black clothes and dour attitude in the midst of the cheerful colours and Alola's sunny disposition. But ten years on, Moon knows Gladion- how he's loyal to a fault, how he cares deeply for the people and Pokemon around him. How sweet he can be when he offers her a malasada, or how his rare, gentle smiles always sets her heart aflutter.  

How he will always command Silvally to land a super effective hit on Decidueye when he's desperate.

"Multi-Attack!"

Silvally caws, leaping into the air. Gladion's trained it to be faster, stronger- and now its movements are too swift for the eye to follow. Decidueye just can't keep up, and there's a victorious glow of the Fire Memory in Silvally's eyes. The flames sear around its claws as it strikes. But Moon sees the attack coming a mile away. 

"Pivot! Synthesis!"

Decidueye spreads its wings, shimmering in the light of the setting sun. It's ungainly on its feet, but it turns just enough to avoid the brunt of Silvally's attack, the flames just barely scorching its cloak. Then it's wrapped in a glow of brilliant green, and when the light fades-

"Not a scratch, huh." Gladion winces. He's long ago outgrown gripping his hand every time he battles, but his fingers still twitch at the failure of his plan. His green eyes betray a hardening frustration. "Silvally, back up-"

"Don't let him! Spirit Shackle!"

Decidueye lets out a raucous cry as it takes to the air. Energy gathers at the tip of its bow, and it fires. Silvally is fast, but it can't outrun the arrow. 

"Silvally!"

The chimera braces, its claws digging into the ground. As the dust clears, its eyes still remain fixated on Decidueye, and Moon wonders if her estimations are off. Then, it sways, and with a final trill, Silvally falls to the ground.

When a battle ends, there's a moment when time hangs in the air. When Moon can see across the field and feel her heart pounding with the exhilaration, the thrill of battle. The triumph of the moment seeps into her skin and her soul. Then the dust settles, and her breath catches in her throat. 

The sight's familiar- the frustration of defeat in Gladion's eyes across the field, the momentary twitch of his fingers. It's followed by his shoulders relaxing and his gentle exhale, skittering across the translucent floor. Then, he lifts his chin, meets her gaze with his own. His green eyes are filled with a warm respect, a small smile gracing his features. 

In that moment, Moon's stomach always flutters- silhouetted by the fading light of the sun, Gladion glows calm and warm despite his sharp features and black clothes. It always steals her breath, and she stays still, trying not to yell out the feelings that have remained in her heart for all these years. Instead, she schools her own posture. He recalls his Pokemon and steps forward to her with an open hand.

Ten years on, she's never told him how he always makes her feel like this. How she always treasures the quiet, stolen moments she has of him. After all this time, it'd just make things awkward between them, and as much as she likes unpredictability, she still likes the solidity of Gladion's presence, his touch. 

She takes his hand. The handshake is firm, steady. Expected. His grip is neither tight nor loose. Warm, his callused palm is a welcome sensation against her own. 

"Still have dirty tricks up your sleeves, I see." His words are sharp, but they're mellowed by the easy tone of voice, the familiar smile. 

Moon arches an eyebrow, feels the usual, teasing smile pull at her cheeks. "You're too predictable." 

Gladion lets out a soft huff. His hand drops away, and Moon laughs as he turns away.

And like every other time before, he glances at her through his bangs, his fingers twitching slightly before he holds a hand out to her again. 

"Malasada?"

Moon chuckles. She takes a moment to still the butterflies in her stomach, and smiles as she threads her fingers between his own. 

"Always."

_ _ _ _ _ _ 

Their favourite shop is at Melemele island's port, a stone's throw away from Moon's home and the ferry back to Aether. They buy their favourites- Moon's, a spicy Malasada, and Gladion's, a sour one. Then they sit at the docks, watching as the ships anchor and rest. The remaining Wingulls fly back towards land, and the stars begin flicker up overhead. 

Today, they make it just in time to catch the moonrise. Her namesake slowly crests above the waves. The glowing half-orb of luminous blue casts a silvery light upon the waves. Surrounded by the dusting light of the stars across the purple sky, it's beautiful.

She realizes she's staring when Gladion catches her eye, a faint smile gracing his cheeks. 

"What?"

"Nothing." He turns away and takes a bite into his malasada. "Some things never change. You always stare at the moon as if it's Arceus's greatest gift to mankind. Or Tapu Lele's, depending on the legend."

"Careful, that's sacrilege." Moon lifts an eyebrow. "Wouldn't want the Tapus to hear you calling their feats as mere 'legend'."

"Duly noted." Gladion keeps his face stern. "After all, wouldn't want you reporting my bad behaviour back to Tapu Koko."

Moon laughs, and that is enough to crack his feigned veneer, the ghost of a gentle smile shining through. 

She loves that look on his face. The way he always looks warm and exposed and soft around her. It's almost enough to keep her entranced, to let her drown into the depthless pool of his beautiful green eyes.

She clears her throat, takes another bite of her malasada. Turns her attention back to the sky.

"It's just... back in Kanto, the city lights would have drowned out the stars and the moon." She giggles. "Here, it's so bright and beautiful. Growing up, I could never imagine it. No matter how many times I look at it, it always surprises me."

"Hmm." Gladion acknowledges her explanation with a thoughtful nod. Then, his expression changes back to a familiar smirk. "Unlike me?"

Moon pouts. "You make it sound like that's a bad thing."

Gladion laughs. It's a simple sound, but accompanied only by the soft crashing of the waves, it sounds beautiful. He smiles as he turns to her, leaning closer ever-so-slightly. 

"Champion, you are the first person who has ever called me unsurprising."

Up close, his smile is warmer, his eyes brighter. Over time, it's easier to resist the urge to lean closer, and instead, Moon rolls her eyes. "That's because people expect a posh businessman when they're looking for the Aether president. Not someone just out of his teens who has a fondness for black hoodies."

"And the black hoodie doesn't surprise you?"

"Maybe it did, at first, but... it's been ten years, Gladion." Moon grins. "You wake up, work yourself silly. You go to Battle Royales on Wednesday specifically because that's when Royal Mask fights. And then you show up at the League every Friday at 5pm to battle. You're as predictable as the tide."

Gladion's eyes widen, and Moon wants to remember the look on his face- the mild parting of his lips, the small crinkle of his eyes. But too soon, Gladion huffs and turns away. He doesn't retort, instead settling back to his original position. But his shoulders are relaxed, his breath calm. He continues to eat his malasada in peace.

Moon chuckles and bites into her malasada as well. She's not one for silence. But sitting here, next to Gladion, with only the stars and the sea around them and a companionable quiet surrounding them... she doesn't really mind. She looks forward to the nights like this, a routine part of her life and a man she's grown to love.

And yet sometimes she wonders what it'd be like to reach over, to tell him...

She cuts off that thought. Finishes chewing the last remains of her malasada. Tries to stifle the now-familiar pang of sadness that twinges in her chest. 

"You done?"

Gladion scarcely waits two seconds after she dusts the remaining sugary powder off her fingers when he turns to her. He's watching her, waiting.

Moon chuckles. Routine dictates that she should go home and sleep, prepare for tomorrow. Dream of green eyes as she sleeps. "Guess this is goodnight, huh?" she asks as lightly as she can. 

"No."

"Huh?"

Gladion gets up, and holds a hand out to her. She stares up at him, silhouetted by the night sky, at the hand so close that she can remember the warmth of his touch. 

"How about we do something different for once?"

"I know what this is." Moon arches an eyebrow with a grin. He looks so confident, so eager to prove himself, that it makes her heart warm. "What do you have in mind?"

He smirks. "I'm told you like surprises."

Moon laughs. Without a single mote of hesitation, she takes his hand.

_ _ _ _ _ _ 

He leads her down the familiar paths of Melemele, away from Hau'oli and towards the wilderness they both love. The moonlight filters through the large palm leaves, and when she looks up, Moon can still see fragments of the night sky; the stars and the milky way. All around her, the trees are like a comforting blanket. It enshrouds them in a gentle darkness, scented with freshly fallen rain and barely-trodden soil. Gladion's hand holds hers throughout, the faint smile on his face guiding her on through the dark. 

Eventually the familiar trail lights a spark of curiosity. This turn from Route 3, this scent in the air- Moon says nothing, doesn't voice her questions. Then Gladion guides her to the hilly overlook where the Melemele meadow stretches out in front of them. 

Moon gasps. 

She's been to the Melemele meadow at night before. The moonlight shines upon the yellow flowers. Now they're illuminated, almost glowing with a gentle blue. There's nobody else here this late at night, and the air is scented with sweet honey. A gentle, brisk breeze flutters through the sheltered field. But what truly steals her breath is the sight of the Cutiefly, dancing among the flowers, sparkling motes of light following their every movement. They form a trail of sparkles across the field, a web of light that Moon's never seen before. 

Truly, something new that catches her by surprise. 

"Figured we'd be just in time to catch the Cutiefly." Gladion watches her with a small, triumphant smirk. 

"How'd you know they'd be here?" She can't keep the awe from her voice as she watches the Pokemon dance, their little chitters filling the air with a pleasant song. 

"I'm President of Aether." He shrugs in response. "Learning about Pokemon behaviours is part of what helps our conservation efforts. And I learned a while back that the Cutiefly tend to be active during the half-moon. I hadn't seen it myself, but I figured you hadn't either, so..."

Even though his face is stern as usual, there's a faint colour on his cheeks, a warmth in his eyes. His hand grasps hers loosely, so easily, that Moon feels a swell of affection towards him. 

She leans against him, giggles as the wind blows fairy dust around them. "Thanks, Gladion. It's a very nice surprise. Maybe you're not as predictable as I thought."

He huffs and turns away. The angle hides his eyes, but his fingers twitch against hers. He says nothing at the close contact, doesn't move away nor react. 

"You're predictable too, you know."

He doesn't meet her eyes. His words, soft on a breath, sound... different. Reverent, even. Intimate. And even though she's used to his moods, his curtness, it's not a tone of voice she's familiar with. 

A shudder runs down her spine. But instead of laughing, instead of pretending she doesn't love him, doesn't love how close he is right now... she threads her fingers into his hand. He doesn't pull away. 

"You wouldn't hesitate to help anyone in need." Gladion smiles when he looks at her then.  "You're always up early in the morning, because you're eager to live the day. You laugh, even when you're upset. You love everyone- humans, and Pokemon alike. And even though you treasure your unpredictability, I know exactly what goes on through your head."

His green eyes pierce into her soul. His hand burns against her skin. And quietly, she asks, "Is that so?" 

"Yeah." Gladion nods, and his chuckle sends goosebumps down her arms. "You're happy right now, aren't you? That we're here together, watching the Cutiefly. That it's something that reminds you how much you love Alola."

Moon shivers. He's so close that she can feel his breath against her cheeks. Feel the intensity of his beautiful stare. Almost imagine that, just this once, maybe- 

"Moon?" He leans in close with a frown, and she realizes she's been quiet, too quiet. 

But Gladion's always gentle, always kind, always honest and bright and she loves him and maybe... having him surprise her like this, having him being unpredictable, wouldn't be that bad a thing. 

"You're half-right, you know." She licks her lips, searches his face for any hint of repulsion, rejection.

But instead he smiles, soft and sweet. "Yeah?" 

And Moon takes a deep breath, takes a chance.  

"What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids?"

The fairy dust flutters around them. The moon continues its upward climb. The moment holds. The Cutiefly flit about the glowing flowers, and the meadow sways in a gentle breeze. 

Gladion's breath catches. His green eyes widen. He says nothing. In the moonlight, his beautiful, angular features may have been cut from stone. 

Disappointment swirls in her chest. His touch burns, his proximity sending a sharp pulse through her. She moves to pull away-

Then his fingers thread with her own. 

"Gladion?"

Green eyes search hers. He inches forward slowly, and his free hand lifts to graze along her cheek.  

"Have you really?"

His bangs are like a curtain against the moonlight, shielding them from the field. He runs a thumb across her knuckles, and he holds her closely, so intimately, as if...

"Yes."

His lips are softer than she imagined, pressed against hers. Warmer, too, far warmer than her dreams. He pulls her flush against his body, his arm wrapping around her back. She shivers at the closeness of his touch, the warmth that floods her body from his kiss, her legs trembling. But he braces her, holds her close- kisses her, until she realizes that this is very very real. 

"Moon." He whispers her name as they part, the flush on his cheeks as warm as her own feels. A small smile dances across his face, and he looks so buoyant, so happy, that it stirs a soft giggle from her lips.

"Did I surprise you?" she whispers.

"It's a good surprise." His thumb brushes her bangs aside, leaving a warm trail on her skin. He chuckles. "And here I thought I had you all figured out."

"Likewise." Her smile is shy, but it makes him hold his breath and widens his eyes once more- and Moon has barely enough time to register the reaction before his lips are on hers once more. 

She pulls him closer, tugs his head down towards hers. His laughter bubbles against their lips, and when she looks at him again, he watches her with a warmth so pure, so bright, that she's sure it's a sight nobody's ever seen before.  

It catches her breath. Steals her heart away.

"Come on." He pulls away with a smile. He's barely a few paces away before he turns to her, holding a hand out to her once more. 

Without hesitation, Moon takes it. Threads their fingers together, secure. 

Gladion grins. The look on his face is bright, beautiful. He tugs her towards the meadow, where they're surrounded by the glowing flowers and the dancing Cutiefly. And when the moon rises to its peak and the fairy dust swirls around them, they dance, hand in hand, laughter and joy filling every inch of Moon's heart.

[ashara779]

Ten Minutes Ago

A Cinderella AU based on the broadway musical! I originally planned to write this for the Fairy Tale prompt at Lonashipping week, but I ran out of time and never got around to finishing it until now QuQ

Day 6: Fairy Tale

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It was 8 o'clock, barely just an hour after the ball began, and Prince Gladion was already tired of the whole affair. As the guest-of-honour, he couldn't simply sneak out and disappear, especially when all the single (and some married) women present were determined to dance with him and catch his attention. Although nothing had been written in the invitations or proclamations about marriage, somehow every single person in the kingdom knew that the ball was being hosted to find their crown prince a bride.

The only saving grace was that he had managed to convince the orchestra to play as many six- and four- dances as they can, so he can get though more ladies in a shorter amount of time. So he danced with his people, scowling endlessly every second. He had tried plastering a fake smile on at first, but he soon realised that no matter how hard he was frowning, nobody got offended, and the women merely tittered on about how dashing he looked with that melancholy, dark expression beneath his long blond hair. So he gave up the effort, and scowled at everybody.

Most of all at Lord Faba, the mastermind behind his suffering. The Lord Chancellor had been ruling the kingdom for years while Gladion was being fostered in neighbouring lands, studying and training to be a good king. Upon his return, he quickly assured Gladion that all was well, the land and people were happy and prosperous, and his first duty was to find a queen before his coronation.

It was the most absurd thing ever. Faba thought he was too stupid to realise that all of the nonsense he was organising was intended to be a distraction from his true intentions. But, Gladion thought as he twirled the lady-of-the-moment around, he would pretend to agree with Lord Faba's words, at least for now. The man had the support of many the most powerful nobles around, and he could not sack him without a reason.

He had to bide his time, and wait, and watch, until he could find concrete proof that Faba was up to no good.

Deciding that he needed a break, Gladion bowed to his two partners as the song ended, then turned and walked quickly to the refreshment tables before anyone else could approach him for the next dance.

On the surface, he had to admit that the kingdom looked fine. The people filling the Great Hall were splendid in their finery, the food on the tables were plentiful. When he rode in through the streets to the castle, the roads were clean and the crowds cheered him. If they had been discontent with the aristocracy, they would have jeered at his return.

So where, exactly, was the problem?

At that thought, when he stood and sipped his cider while a whole group of women stood nearby, eagerly waiting for him to finish. But suddenly the chattering died, leaving only the music of the orchestra playing, until they too stopped, surprised at the sudden silence.

Gladion looked up. And saw her.

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[aurantia-ignis]

It’s that time of year again, and we’re celebrating the whole week (from 23rd March to 29th March) by making lonashipping content!

For inspiration, we’ve prepared a prompt list based on priority attacks:

Day 1: King's Shield - Bodyguard/Assassin/Target

Day 2: Helping Hand - Helping hand/Assist

Day 3: Bide - Slowburn/Anticipation

Day 4: Feint - Secret/Fake

Day 5: Revenge - Vengeance/Counter

Day 6: Follow Me - Follow Me/Side by side

Day 7: Free day

All kinds of content are welcome! Tag your works with #gladmoonday2022 (even though we’re doing a week, haha). If none of the prompts appeal to you, feel free to come up with your own ideas! All gladmoon content is good <3

[foxchandelier-blog]

Through the Wormhole and Back Again (Lonashipping fanfic)

Summary: 

World through world, she travels. Looking for salvation, she crosses through space and time to save that which she cares about. 

(Technical AU)

Pairing: Moon/Gladion (Lonashipping)

Rating: T

Warnings: None at the moment

Ao3 Link: Here