Now that we know firefly is SAM, I just can't help but think of funny scenarios with Enough y/n, given that you're the favorite member of the hunters XD and also I didn't put SAM in the first one so....
I imagine her to be the youngest member, and given your motherly vibe... she just has a tendency to stay with you, even when she's in the armor. And depending on the position, that can lead to some "issues" with a jealous blade XD
"Welcome back, Sparky," you call over your shoulder, distracted by the bubbling pot of beef stew to give your fellow Hunter a proper greeting.
The clank of metal is your only indication that SAM is approaching, and then you get your confirmation with a pair of robotic arms wrapped around your waist, much like a large child wanting attention from their mother by clinging to them.
"Did you have a good mission?" you ask gently, stirring in some spices.
"...It went just as Elio foretold," SAM says in its metallic voice. The armor's head leans down to rest on your shoulder, even rubbing on the cloth a few times.
You chuckle at the gesture. "Y'know, if Blade shows up, he's not gonna be happy at how this looks."
SAM shrugs. "He'll deal with it. He already has to share with Kafka and Silver Wolf."
"What am I, a stuffed toy?" you cackle. "I'm just saying, this looks very romantic right now."
"It's not."
"I know. But you know him; he's always looking for an excuse to train."
"I am. And you seem free right now."
You crane your head to see the rough outline of who can only be Blade leaning on the kitchen doorframe. You can't see his face, but you know from his voice that he's not pleased.
SAM grunts and steps away from you, then ignites into flames, revealing the little girl within. Firefly stretches her arms, then eagerly jumps back to latch herself to your back.
"Not anymore," she huffs smugly, burying her face in your back. "I'm helping with cooking now."
"No, you're not. Tell her you're not helping." You finally have a good look at your lover, and you nearly chortle at the displeasure etched onto his face.
Firefly looks up at you with big, puppy-dog eyes, and you smile wickedly.
"I do need a hand with the vegetables," you muse, over-exaggeratedly placing a hand under your chin to mimic being deep in thought. "Firefly, dear, could you help with the carrots?"
"Of course." Behind your back, the girl sneers at her fellow Stellaron Hunter, who can only snarl in return.
You laugh, and turn around to give your lover a cheeky wink. But when his lips curl in a sinful smirk, you flush and look away.
You'll pay for this later tonight.
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