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trans-ignis · 7 years

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I am in a massive Nivia mood, with no outlet to talk about her. So here, have this moderate spoiler for Reach of the Inquisition along with the number one piece of music I write her to.

Fun fact: When I want to talk about the inner workings of a DA character, I write a Cole stream of consciousness

“Maker, forgive me.’

A hand on cold marble, long fingered and elegant, palms worn rough—years with a blade, a purpose, trusted with respect and command—a name too heavy, like a stone in a sling.

‘Blessed Andraste, forgive me for my weakness.’

Tremble in the voice, handsome and fine—always called a blessing, such a handsome boy, not fit for the forge—the blade sings of home, hot coals and sweat. The father who supported without words. Wedding bands faded into working brass. Red tunic in the winter, worn thin at the elbows—never suited warm colours.

‘From sky-tearing peaks of the sacred mountain,’

Barracks cold, Chantry colder, ice in the wash basin—can’t remember the verse. Childish play on words—turn, Tern, turn—Sounds the same. No sympathy for tears. Splintered scrub-brush, blood on small hands, should have hit him harder. Blue tunic on Satinalia, smell of home fades after the second day.

‘To secret-steep’d roots of the ancient oak trees,’

Older, leaner, broader—still slender, tall, but not like the others—‘Swing it harder!’ knocked him down, don’t hear ‘weak’ again. Pages passed behind the Knight Captain’s back, illustration on the front, long hair, green eyes, smile lost to poor-man’s printing. Nivia, she fell in love, never read the rest. Keep catching eyes and smiles, elbows when the other’s notice—encouragement to envy when it’s easy.

Knight Captain’s favourite, tipped for climbing, pleased but panicked. Catching eyes still, but unwanted and uneasy—hand on my thigh when called to Captain’s table, still but ever tracing ‘handsome boy’. Still wearing blue.

‘A lonesome choir, I, song failing unanswered,’

The first draft burns, invigorating brightness, feel whole for the first time since mother’s arms. Belonging with a purpose, finally what I wanted. The mage who smiled most has a sister—been in Ostwick with her father, all trade and haughty airs, pretty in the fading sun. She doesn’t blush.

Wholeness doesn’t last, every ‘Sir’ feels like a pin prick. Only Eleanor lifts the lying feeling—the words with her are free, the press of kisses, even freer. Blue hydrangeas on her window, meant to ask in person, but the nerves were stifling. Boy, Sir, Young Man—All feels wrong. Married by Bloomingtide the year after.

‘Voice on the wind returning, answered no more.’

Unrest in Kirkwall, Prince gone missing— Too many harrowings—Didn’t the moon light used to be brighter? Unrest in the order, mages too quiet to be safe, but nothing happens. Never had to handle so many phylacteries. Don’t feel safe, don’t feel right—but it’s selfish. Enough to listen to desire demons. Haunts my nightmares.

‘Forgive me, but keep them safe.”

#kit writes for roti #I hope people love my queen of the free marches as much as I do. She is important.

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ccatskies · 3 years

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flashspruce | ❝chirkut❞

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MF @smallcrystals

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— CHIRKUT is bengali for passing notes during class aka the mischievous shit we all do :)

Timber swallowed his lip, staring down at the paper on his desk. It was torn — from the back of his Science notebook — and half of it stuck out from the corner while the rest of the half was neatly tucked under the hard cover. It was small, blank and so ready to be smothered with a bunch of jumbled words that he'd have to cut out and go over again.

That's exactly what he's been doing for the past twelve minutes. Trying to process words. He was usually good with it — speaking was his specialty, so he was really smooth, but not now. Of course, not now. Not when he really needed to get his shit together and tie a few random words together.

He suppressed a groan, tapping the head of his pen over the desk, the noise almost inaudible yet as pestering as a ticking time bomb. He looked down, hand stilled over the surface, letting the pen slip through his fingers down to his lap. Silence. He blinked at the blue pen lying on his thigh.

The boy tilted his head, eyes trailing up to the person right in front of the guy next to him. His powerful brain sending him mixed singles.

Pause. Should I? He poked his tongue against the inside of his cheek. Well, at least he'd look at me.

Timber grinned, leaning in a bit and aiming his pen at an angle — definitely ignoring the skeptical look the guy next to him was shooting him every now and then — and oops.

It landed right where he needed it to be.

Timber mentally prepared himself for the moment. He had it perfectly planned out (even though he usually didn't need to) — how he was gonna smile at him, tell him that he dropped the pen on purpose and swiftly sneak in a pick up line that no matter how cheesy it was, it'd definitely make his crush giggle. He was so ready to see his adorable pink cheeks and shoot him his signature charming smile and then—

He malfunctioned.

Flash turned around, that cozy glow around him never seeming to fade, eyes blue and pretty, cheeks soft and squishy, hair slightly messy from their PE session earlier this morning — nothing new. Just him stealing the Resident Tease's breath away.

For the third time today and they hadn't even reached lunch break.

Flash had initially turned to the student behind him — next to Timber — with the most delicate smile, "hey, did you drop something?" He reached out to the pen prior to gripping it between the gap of his fingers and waving it mid-air.

Fuck, he sounded pretty. Maybe, it's just the way his voice was as soft as jazz tunes. The top of his nose aglow as if someone had put a slight pinch of glitter on it. His hair was a radiant blue, just like his mesmerizing eyes. Blue, smooth, silky — Timber was dying to learn the hair routine — and irresistible to touch.

The guy cleared his throat, awkward in a way, "n—not really."

"Hm," the shorter boy's smile lightened, before he turned to Timber, "you?"

Timber's breath hitched as he bit on his lower lip, fiddling with his fingers. Wait, what was I gonna say— ?

"N—no." He blurted out.

Flash tilted his head to the side, eyes blinking twice, mouth pulling into an unintentional cute little pout, "huh? It's not yours? Then—" he was about to turn away.

"WAIT no, it is!" He instantly corrected himself, voice a little high pitched.

"Then, take it—"

"No, wait, I—" he cut himself off mid sentence, cheeks burning red, "uh, um."

Flash blinked twice, wetting his lips, "I'm really confused."

God, God, GOD, what is wrong with you all of a sudden? He mentally slapped himself three times in the face, and physically pinched the fabric of his pants, holding in the will to cringe at what he just put himself through.

Timber lowered his head, pulling himself up and reaching out his hand to retrieve the item.

Flash chuckled, his eyes forming crescents underneath as he stretched out his body a bit to put down the pen on Timber's desk, brushing his hands against his.

The green haired boy blushed as the simple touch lingered on his pinkie finger, the feeling of butterfly kisses hugging his skin tight. Timber also noticed how small Flash's hands were for his jacket sleeves as the hem of the cloth extended to only a few centimetres under his knuckles. Ugh, cute.

Flash retracted his arm, tugging onto his sleeve and pulling it back to reveal his hand. He got back to writing whatever he was writing on his notepad, pausing for a moment to think before getting right back on it.

Timber muttered something under his breath. Today's failed attempt #7.

The last six weren't even this unnerving.

He wondered why he was at a loss for words every single time. He's seen Flash around. A lot, actually. Internally cried over how beautiful Sentry was and freaked out as well although he wouldn't openly admit it yet. But still, why is it that every time Timber tried to make the lead move on Flash, did his mind, body and flirting hacks give up on him? — he'd never know. He wasn't even this nervous around his last crush.

He was so sure his confidence wouldn't fail him.

And. . . well shit, he stupidly believed he'd wing it with this one.

He stole a glance at the corner of the classroom, choked, and instantly regretted it as he found twilight's eyes on him, a smirk on her face. She must've seen it.

Timber squeezed his eyes shut, puffed his cheeks out and wondered how he turned into such an A Class Dork around him—a fumbling mess even. He remembered being just as much infatuated with Twilight before they broke up, but Flash had a strange way of luring him in, considering they had barely shared a proper conversation before.

After all, it was his job doing the charming, not being charmed by a pretty boy doing the bare minimum.

Timber played with the edge of the paper he had torn previously, a little scruffy around the sides, and took a deep breath. Suddenly, an idea popped into his head. His eyes lit up at the thought. Maybe, this could work.

He sucked in his lip, concentrating on the blank piece of paper, before writing down the first thing that came to his mind. He let out an easy grin, feeling the little rush of courage surge through him.

He folded the paper into a tiny note, letting it rest on the table as he drew a itsy bitsy tiny — very miniscule — heart over the top.

Timber turned to the boy next to him, an innocent smile on display, as he whispered, "hey."

"I seriously have no idea what you've been up to for the past twenty minutes." Micro Chips let on, "or should I say, three hours because I've literally had every single class with you."

"Well then, you should know what I'm doing."

"Trust me, I've been trying."

"Okay," Timber heaved a sigh, a little shy, as he passed the note to him, "here. To Flash Sentry please."

Micro blinked.

"Please?" Timber bit his lower lip, puppy dog eyes on show, to which Chips' eyebrows shot up.

Micro exhaled, doing as told. He tapped on his friend's shoulder and let out a cough to grab his attention. Flash had turned around for the second time, oblivious, while Micro slipped the paper into his palm, mouthing "for you" and then getting back to his work — work that didn't involve Timber's continuous attempts at trying to make a move on the guitarist.

Flash had already caught onto the hint but made sure not to assume anything just in case. He smiled amusingly, eyes twinkling at the cute heart that was impossible to go unnoticed, and opened the note.

He stared at the paper, baffled.

তুমি এত সুন্দর কেন? আমি তোমার জন্য পাগল হয়ে যাবো T^T

— timber :)

Huh?

Timber hooked his chin over his clasped hands, a content smile on his face while he watched his crush squint at the paper in confusion. Flash turned to him, blinking twice. Timber giggled.

He got back the note.

What does that mean? :0

Ahh, he was so cute.

Timber folded it back, licking his lips before flying it back to his crush.

It is directly demanding you to sit in lunch with me. You in? :D (A lie, that's not what it meant).

Flash chuckled, sparing him one last glance before writing down his answer. Sure, I guess.

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#for rasa ❤#flashspruce #flash sentry #timber spruce #mlp eqg #equestria girls #writing #shipping #drabbles #nivia writes

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ccatskies · 4 years

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sciflash | chemistry class

rasa’s request

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"Chemistry is the study of matter and energy and the interactions between them. This is also the definition for physics, by the way. Chemistry and physics are specializations of physical science."

There goes that voice. Flash resisted the urge to let a groan slip out and annoy the teacher who had just commenced the said class. He knew Chemistry, but today was awfully boring. No matter how much he despised a few subjects, it just wasn't his thing to barge in like a despicable roach and get on a teacher's nerves.

That would be his complimentary rascal of friend's field of expertise.

His eyes darted towards one of the tables in the third row, snorting as he suppressed a laugh. There's the adorable rascal.

Dash was, as usual, being a brat about things and getting her hand slapped from time to time by Shimmer, who had mentally declared that life was quite meaningless at this point, especially if you had to deal with Rainbow touching random potions for entertainment to bust everyone's asses six feet into the sky and out of the Chemistry Lab.

"Chemistry tends to focus on the properties of substances and the interactions between different types of matter, particularly reactions that involve electrons - ah, wait a second." Mr. Cranky interpolated, holding up a finger prior to walking off to the teacher who had been waiting for him at the door to deliver a message on the urgent change of routines.

Sentry suppressed a yawn, shyly glancing at his partner from the corner of his eye. In an instant, blood rushed up to his cheeks, coating it with adorable pink tints scattered across them like a pretty bunch of full bloomed roses. He brought his hands closer to his chest and leaned back on the chair, while the latter stood straight, fiddling with the bottle of a potion and going through her notes once again.

Sparkle's hair was in a messy bun, tied up with a rubber band while a big gold star laid on top of it. Few strands of her indigo hair gave her side profile astounding visuals for him just stare at. Her rosy cheeks had a special warmth, radiating a glow over her honey bronze skin. Her white laboratory coat only added onto her daunting look, as she maneuvered her finger tip through the pages of the Chemistry book.

She looked to the side once again, her alluring side profile snatching his view once again.

Fuck, he mused, one hand flying up to his face, as he cupped his right cheek to feel the warmth that generated from the abrupt blood rush.

Sure, it wasn't his first time looking at her, and definitely not the last.

More importantly, he wasn't sure how she did that to him like it was simply nothing, whereas it took him ages to have her blush in front of him. Of course, he knew she might've been hiding those blushes which burst out like balloons only when he took special measures but when it came down to him, she didn't need to even life a finger.

"Hey."

She was honestly so breathtaking - did no one tell her that?

"Huh, Flash?"

Breathtaking was an understatement too, he figured. She was just drop dead gorgeous, as if she was a beauty hailing from the heavens above - and Flash definitely didn't exaggerate that. He's seen Shimmer casually flirt with her, while Sparkle would laugh and playfully slap her shoulder.

Sunset's teeny tiny crush on the adorable bookworm justified the class Twi fell under. She's dated Timber, prior to ending the relationship on a good note. And all they had to say about his best friend was that she was so worth it.

"Flash!"

He broke out of the trance, blinking twice as he found his stinging eyes water, before squeezing them shut, a small drop traveling down his lashes, "h-huh. . .?"

"Your eyes!" Sparkle gasped, drawing herself closer to the teen boy, resting one of her warm hands on the surface of the table and the other on his left shoulder. She subconsciously brought herself to examine those pretty cornflowers, bearings her face towards his. Her breath fanned over the tip of his red nose, as she tilted her head, worry evident in her tone, "do they sting?"

"Wha-" he opened his eyes at the sound of her honey voice, a little taken aback as he registered the proximity, "ohh, fuuck."

She only made it worse for him, furrowing her brows at his words, as she dragged her lower lip under the edge of her teeth, "what? Does it sting too bad? You're tearing up, so - "

"N-not that!" He sputtered, biting his lip as soon as he stared up at her violet globes, "umm, I. . ."

"You what?"

"Your eyes." He immediately blurted, his cheeks betraying him once again, as he gazed into the most beautiful pair of eyes ever, astounded by the way they carried themselves. He swore that he could see the entire galaxy and at least a thousand constellations imprinted on those small captivating sultry orbs, reflecting back on his like the sun's rays.

She suppressed a giggle, breaking into a small smile, before she brought up her index up to his visage, cutely booping his nose, "my eyes? Ooh, are you flirting with me?"

His cheeks flushed into the shade of red - almost as red as the color of a scarlet Dahlia. Damn it, Century! Not now!

"Uh, no?"

Twilight snickered, not taking his response seriously, "is this the time to make jokes? I thought that's our thing only when classes are off."

"Wow," he scoffed, warm air purging through his nose, as he tilted his head to the side opposite to hers, "I'm mad that you don't take hints."

She raised a brow in amusement, letting a lighthearted laugh break through her system, "hint? What hint?"

"That I'm genuinely trying to compliment you for a reason."

She leaned back and flopped down onto the sit next to him, propping an elbow on the armrest as she cupped her cheek, "oh really?"

"You're pretty, am I not allowed to say that?" Flash rolled his eyes, groaning in exasperation, "fuck that, you're beautiful."

That had her blush. No matter how experienced she was at hiding those, she could not get do so for long.

Twilight smiled and bit her lip, vanquishing her urge to press him further but rather have him blurt out things (so that she could put them to use the next time she felt like embarrassing him). He had immediately caught onto the look on her face, growing a little shy at the indication.

"Why are you giving me that look?" Sentry huffed, crossing his arms over his chest, "am I not allowed to call my best friend pretty?"

"U-uh. . ." she laughed a little nervously, her thin silver glasses sliding down a little down the bridge of her nose, as she concealed her cheeks from his view with her hands over them, "noooo."

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, curving into an attractive grin as he reached out his arm to pull down her hands from her face, leaning in closer to catch a sight of her turn to be red, "awww, did I finally get you?"

She caught both of his wrists as they neared her, looking down on her lap, as she felt the burning sensation course through her. The boy only smiled, his insanely attractive dimples glowing from the corners of his wide smile, as he trailed his bigger hands down, smoothly intertwining his fingers with that of the Teacher's Pet.

She looked up at him holding back a few giggles, as she snorted, her honey cheeks tinted pink like cotton candy, "are you playing with me, Flash Century?"

His smile instantly dropped as he scoffed in disbelief, "did you really just say that, Twinkle Sprinkle?"

"Twinkle Sprinkle?" Twi's jaw hung low, as she maintained her posture, still having her fingers locked with his tan ones. Her face was a mess right now, red with embarrassment as well as flattery, showcasing the cute freckles splattered across the area surrounding her nose. "Oof, you're gonna get it. That's the childish nickname you gave years back. I thought we settled that you won't use it anymore!"

"I - " he laughs silently, as she frees her hands from him, standing back up and maneuvering her hands through several potions, desperately wanting to free herself from the situation.

Flash stood right next to her, his seraphic smile as heartwarming as ever, as he whispered next to her ear, warm breath hitting her skin like a steam and making her freeze on the spot, "cute little Twinkle Sprinkle."

She turned to face him, but was rather met with his chest - curse her shortness. She blushed profusely once again, prior to staring up at him, as she scoffed, "you're certainly hitting on me."

He moistened his lower lip, the same warmth radiating from his presence, as one hand slipped down to her waist, "of course, you pretty little thing."

"You are pretty," she immediately snapped back nonchalantly, her face as straight forward and genuine as ever.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

The boy bit his lip, the shyness slipping out again. It took him a while to get her flustered but how the hell did she do it within a second?

Was this the Sparkle effect?

That made him feel magical and helpless? That made his heart beat like the thunderous sound of drums?

"You're staring again, Flash," Twi coughed, masking her flustered front, and replacing it with a terrible poker face.

"I again do that for hours actually." He removed his hand from her waist, dragging his lower lip under his teeth, as he shyly looked down on the table.

"Wow," She playfully punched his chest, letting out a laugh which rang through his ears like a serene and paradisiacal euphony, "you're. . . unbelievable, Sentry."

She pursed her lips into a thin line, prior to gazing at his features with a goofy grin, "unbelievably gorgeous, that is."

"Stop," he bit his lip, letting out a sigh in disbelief, "how can you just do that?"

"Do what?"

"Fluster me easily."

"I do that?"

"Yes."

She scrunched up her nose, smiling adorably, "well, then. Guess I found my new hobby!"

"What? No."

"Definitely."

"You're not - "

"You're the cutest."

"I - "

"Softest - "

"A little marshmallow. That's what I think of when I look at you. A sweet and cute little marshmallow." She snickered, "I can poke and kiss your squishy cheeks all day - "

"H-huh?" He had the cutest face on - with utter disbelief was etched on his features, while the pink blush never seemed to go away. If Flash could recall all of his shit talk with the tiny bookworm, he would swore that she never played the flirty card. It was either getting flustered or masking it.

Did he hear that right? From Twilight?

Twilight stepped back, a triumphant smile playing on her lips. She held back a boisterous laugh from breaking out and destroying her system as soon as she spotted her so-called friend's lips quiver, with the biggest flustered look on his face, screaming what just happened?

"Guess I won this time, Habibi."

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#sciflash #sci twi #flash sentry #drabble #writing #nivia writes #rasa take my love

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ccatskies · 4 years

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soarinfleetfire | we're in this together

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this one's the normal length, haha.

okay, this is choco's request for her ultimate brotp. i love that sweetheart sooo much. although i'm kinda anxious if i did a good job or not, bc i NEVER did spitfire, nor fleetfoot (i love her sm). but yeah, hope i don't disappoint as much as i think i will.

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The younger cousin ran a hand through her fiery locks, vexed, as she spits out an anxious chain of words to herself. Her short orange hair reaching a little above her shoulders was undoubtedly soaked in sweat and a rainfall of anxiety. She brought her palms together over the bridge of her nose, only to feel the drastic heat generated on her skin.

"It's okay, you know?" Fleetfoot put forth, prior to tittering as she sits next to her younger cousin. "We can do this. It's not a big deal!"

"Did you even see that?" The former girl quickly snapped at her, sweat tricking down the side of her forehead, as she continued with an accidental voice crack, "that's an article, Fleetfoot, which probably diminished our careers already! Our reputation — " she groaned, throwing her head back on the headrest of the furniture, scrunching her nose up in despondency, "fuck, I can't."

The latter sighed, prior to glancing at the boy, directing him to come forward. Soarin was sat across the table, brows furrowed as he watched his cousin lose her sanity over the recent fuss. It wouldn't have been much of a deal for him and Fleetfoot but seeing their youngest gal about to break apart was rather a little frustrating for the both, making him want to throw a fit himself.

But he couldn't. He had a damn cousin to comfort, but approaching Spitfire in such a situation was quite a challenge. Either she'd freak out or freak out more. There was absolutely no in between.

"I tried everything, didn't I?" She gritted her teeth, her exhaustion getting the best of her with every passing second. The back of her hand flew up to cover her eyes as she laid her head back, proceeding to blurt out, "all these years, I've tried maintaining the image of the Wonderbolts like a pathetic loser. . . that must be their main point, to shame my ass."

"That freak of a reporter might be right. Heck, all of what he said must be true, fucking word to word," she enunciated, having her older cousins frown at her choice of words, "fuck, I never had a reputation to begin with! Captain of the Wonderbolts, bull. Extraordinary leader, bull."

"The way he said that I was incapable of keeping my teammates on track, even going to the point I harass them with mental pressure and whatnot," her voice cracked for the fifteenth time, as she put her hand down, sitting straight back and eyeing the girl next to her, "you guys must feel that way too. . ."

Fleetfoot's pupils dilated as she attempted to word her opinion prior to shutting her mouth back like a helpless goldfish, being cut off by the girl once again, "I wouldn't be surprised if you guys lied to me all this time. I know you care for me, which is the exact evidence I need to state that you two pity me."

"What? No — "

"Soarin, I know." She spat, snapping her body weight towards his direction to the right, as she eyed him across the table, "they said that the Wonderbolts were a joke, didn't they? That we snuck in fake players all along after watching High Winds fail last game, which again is my fault — I pressured her! He said that the other members keep failing, falling sick and get traumatized because of my incapacity to comfort them as the leader. That I only let my personal favourites get the spotlight. And, that I'm just a lame excuse for a leader."

"I know for a fact that the last statement is the truth, whether he snuck in some shitty lies or not," Spitfire sighed out in frustration, resting her elbows on the surface of her knee, as she proceeded to stare down at the ground, "I really did fail you guys."

"Hey, that's just an article," Soarin came forward to sit next to her, offering a hand next to his cousin's shoulder, "one out of a million that states some crap. You know what the rest of them say? That you're anything but a lame excuse of a captain. You're our pride, buddy."

"Well, that was before. . ." she sputtered, hanging her head further down with her palms scattered across her heated face, streams of tears threatening to course down and drown the strong front she put up, "I got outed. Not just to the public, but to myself. I never knew how terrible of a person I was until he read out his words in front of me during that event. I couldn't hold my head high, knowing that what he said about me being incompetent and ruthless. . . was the damn truth!"

"Hey, that reporter is the incompetent one!" Fleetfoot protested, bringing herself down on her knees in front of the youngest as she stared at her with a smile, "you know you're not what he thinks you are, right? If you don't, then allow me to specify that you, my friend, are the most responsible and deserving leader ever."

"If that doesn't justify," Soarin smiled, leaning in for a side hug, as he proceeded to pat her shoulder, "know that the Wonderbolts love you like nuts. Every one of them."

"Including that jackass — "

"Fleetfoot!"

"You think so?" Spitfire brought her attention to her the older boy, drained of the fury and tension that victimized her for an entire week since that event, "that they don't feel the smart way?"

"Of course not!" Both of her cousins objected in unison.

"We've seen these false articles go by, haven't we?" Soarin articulated, "and this particular one is lame, so no matter how much it wants to defame our team, it can't."

"Simple as that." Fleetfoot smiled, pinching the bridge of her cousin's nose.

"I. . ." she bit her lip, caressing the back of her neck simultaneously, "I'm sorry for raging out."

"No, it's okay," Soarin chuckled, "you have every right to. You were anxious and that's fine."

"Thank you," she sighed, a small lighthearted smile tugging at the corner of her lips. It wasn't really a thing she put much thought to, but they were quite literally everything to her, starting from calming her down to always having her back. They weren't just cousins, but best friends to the end.

Heck, she loved them more than anything.

"Don't mention it," Fleetfoot grinned, nudging her shoulder.

"We're here for you, okay? Always remember that."

"Always."

At the spur of moment, there came an unanticipated growl, startling the three.

Soarin squeezed his eyes shut, an aggravated groan slipping past his lips as he proceeded, "I swear to fucking God, Fleetfoot — "

"That article talk got me hungry, you dumb kid."

"Right NOW?"

"RIGHT. NOW."

"Fucking hell, Fleetfoot, aren't you the oldest — "

"Doesn't mean I can't get hungry and LANGUA— "

They're they go, again.

Spitfire sighed out loud, pushing her head back on the headrest, as she muttered to herself discreetly, "I don't get paid enough for this shit."

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fun fact: i hc spitfire as the oldest, but since this was for choco, i followed hers 💜

#drabble #i only hope choco gives me a pass if i messed up-#soarin skies #fleetfoot #spitfire #mlp #equestria girls #eqg #writing #the wonderbolts #nivia writes

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ccatskies · 4 years

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rariflash | the perfect gift

for beth (@milkymanoban ) and rasa (@smallcrystals ). have this, munchkins! 💜

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"Ooh, ooh! What do you think of this, darling?" The young woman beamed, slightly jumping up in delight, with her petite body resisting the urge to dance on her tip toes as she held up the figurine of two attached bunnies - one coloured pale yellow and the other as warm as caramel.

The two figures were glued together, as if they shared an exceptional bond, their feelings intertwined with the warmth of love. Their heads were coated with pretty divine dandelion flowers - the very first thing the fashionista caught the sight of. The figurine warmed her heart, as if it was one of the most heart warming things she could ever look at.

And, it was definitely better than all the other gifts her and her buddy had to skim through today.

She frowned slightly as the boy ignores her call, puffing her cheeks in exasperation as she puts down the adorable statuette. Without further hesitation, she carefully walked up to his back, without a single sound resonating from her heels. Hiding a small mischievous smile, the British sweetheart smacked her palms down on the taller boy's shoulder, earning a flinch and a cute gah! from him.

"Hey!" He whined as he whipped his head around, clutching onto another item that the girl didn't notice at first glance.

He only pouted, narrowing his eyes adorably as if he were mad but that didn't do the trick, "Raaares, that scared me."

"Of course, it did, love," she giggled, ruffling the front line of his soft blue hair. She gave a small pat on his cheek, as an indication of asking for forgiveness from the younger boy, prior to caressing his shoulder in an attempt to ease the pain the abrupt smack might've inflicted.

"I was calling for you, Flashie - for the fifteenth time since we arrived in this shop and you barely heard me," Rarity apprised, a lighthearted laugh escaping her system and flowing into his ears like a soothing melody.

"Oh, heh. . ." he trailed, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly, "sorry."

But then, realization hit him, immediately having him scrunch up his nose and cross his arms over his chest, "wait, don't call me that. It's a reserved nickname."

"Oh, right." Rarity laughed again. It was always fun, having this kid around her. Not a single day passed without her deliberately wanting to keep him in her pocket, away from all the harm the treacherous world could offer. She felt like such a mother around him, that it was quite uncanny.

"I just found out the perfect gift for Discord!" She grinned, tugging onto the sleeve of his jacket and pointing to the figurine she discovered from the depths of the stock.

Flash's cornflower eyes widened like a lit bulb, as he burst into a hearty laugh, eyes folding into a tight eye smile, "Discord and bunnies? Interesting."

"Hey, he'd love it!" She retaliated, activating a playful punch on his shoulder. "Look at the colours. What do you see?"

"What do I see?" He repeated, putting a hand on his chin, and resting one elbow on the back of his spare hand, "I see two cute animals stuck together. What else?"

"Uh-hm!" She shook her head, and nudged his shoulder, "not just that! See something else?"

"Uh. . . that they're dusty?"

"Noooo! May I add that I might consider disowning you if you take this long, you little baby." Rarity asserted, as she added in a sing-song voice, "the colours, Flash! The colours!"

"I swear to God, woman, you're worse than Math," he tittered with a new-found anxiety, prior to giving it another try, "It's umm, yellow and brownish? - caramel, yeah, that. And?"

The teenager eyed him incredulously, crossing her hand over her chest and tilting her head to the side, "whose favourite colours are they?"

"Fluttershy likes yellow and Discord likes red but also brown as well - oh." He face palmed, "so, this is why you were saying he'd love it."

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, as he delved his hands into his pockets, "because it's literally the bunny version of himself next to his potential crush. Smart, Noona."

She laughed at the sudden use of honorific; he only did it when he wanted to emphasize things around. She, technically, didn't know much Korean as Flash did. Yes, she understood normal stuff but when random words were thrown here and there out of context, she'd black out. It was even more ironic that Flash had to sit around, lecturing her on grammatical errors and how she accidentally mispronounced a word once that. . . ahem. . . distorted the entire meaning. She was older than him, but somehow he tended to act like more of the older sibling, which was quite amusing.

"Though it's really. . . ironic how we're buying him two baby bunny figurines when the guy dreams about chaos, has a black room with skulls imprinted on the walls, has a door mat with the picture of a cat that says go home and snaps it's middle finger andddd has huge grandpa energy, despite being a guy who randomly cracks puns about destruction - have you heard him talk?"

Rarity chuckled, taking the volume of her entire lower lip under her teeth, as she interpolated, "when it comes to his potential crush, darling, he would definitely let it slide."

"Rightttt," Flash added, "who doesn't love Fluttershy?"

"I designed her a shirt once, with the words MUST PROTECT in caps," Rarity laughed at the memory, "she found it odd, but the others did anything but disagree."

"By the way, you must be so tired, right? We've been looking for the utopian birthday gift for a while now," Rarity turned to face him entirely, observing the fatigue and weariness evident on his visage, and the way he simply pulled off a smiley face despite being harrowed by her shopping trips.

"C'mon, I'm fine!" He grinned, busting out his pearly whites, followed by a reassuring wink.

Rarity frowned, rolling her eyes playfully, "I'm not going to lie that we've been raiding these shops for a while now. We bought a few handy things, but it took time."

"Phew, thought you wouldn't admit it," he disclosed with a thick grin, prior to shutting his mouth back as he earned the look, "sorry."

"Though, we did buy a lot of gifts for one birthday - two shirts, a freaking BodyFriend, a whole ass Monsta X album - this figurine is next," he eyed the figurine followed by the mountain of bags, neatly placed at one corner of the shop, "besides that, you bought a lot of decoration items for the surprise birthday party as well. Grandpa's turning twenty, we need to do something, I guess."

"That exactly justifies why you're so tired, kiddo," her hand again reached out to the top of his head to ruffle his hair, "you basically ran around with me, and I didn't even have to tell you to handle the bags, and help me with making last minute decisions."

"Although you're sometimes a real brat, I'm grateful you know when to be one," she brought her fist close to her lips to fake a cough, "Rainbow, on the other hand, is an affirmative pain in the arse. That girl keeps getting lost like Pinkie, starts complaining mid-way, somehow manages to lose one bag or more around somewhere in the big stalls or acts like a baby. Bringing Dash with me to shopping is like asking for death."

"I swear if I took a shot each time I lost Dash around in these big markets and had to make announcements like when mothers do when they lose their toddlers, I'd be diagnosed with Alcohol Poisoning," Rarity sighed out loud, reminiscing all those times she had to babysit Dash and Pinkie, but mostly Rainbow because bringing Pinkie with her for shopping was eminently equivalent to begging for a Tsunami.

Everyone admits it, whereas you'd find the Argentine girl confused as fuck.

"Really?" Flash laughed, leaning back on the shelf behind him as he proceeded, "how do you do the announcements?"

"How do you think I do it?" Rarity tilted her head, cocking an eye brow at the younger boy.

He only shrugged, pouting his lips adorably in the process, "I don't know, you tell me."

Rarity cleared her throat, prior to flipping the curls on her neck behind her nape, tilting her head to her right, as she brought her fists up to her glossy lips, pretending to be holding a mic that connected to the central sound system, "ahem, Rainbow Dash? Yeah you fucking disappointment? Get your stinking ass right here - "

"WHOA," Flash burst out in a fit of laughter, pulling down Rare Bear's hand as he struggled to breathe properly, "you swear during announcements?"

"Can't help it sometimes," Rarity joined in on the laughter, "usually, I go for short details and just ask them to report her to the central office - or better, the police."

"I must be the angelic favorite child then," Flash winked at her, a bright smile followed with that gesture, to only earn an eye roll from the latter. He partly wanted to take that back, giving it second thoughts that it just might be Fluttershy instead, but boy, did he love to tease her.

"Oh, you wish," Rarity turned around to get the bunny figurine to the Cash Section as she snorted - a thing she didn't do quite often unless around her friends.

Flash caught up to the clicking of her heels on the marble floor, wrapping his big arm around her shoulder as he pulled her small frame into a warm side hug, "you know you love me - it's okay, everyone does."

"Do you hear yourself?" She laughed out, rolling her eyes once again, prior to muttering, "rascal."

He pouted once again, faking an offended look as he whined, "Noonaaaa, I heard that!" Someone just has to tell Flash Sentry that talking in a pout doesn't identify as a character trait, yet whenever he did that, no one seemed to complain.

"No, you didn't, you baby wastrel -"

"Okay, this is abuse." He complained, pining for a hug from the his best friend, as he stood in front of her, bending down a little to have her look into his eyes - the puppy dog eyes, "tell me, I'm a good kid."

She could only giggle at his adorable behavior, sticking her finger out to squish his fluffy cheeks, "fine, you're a good kid. Now, let me get this to the cashier - oh wait."

"Hmm?"

"What were you looking at when I was calling you earlier?"

"Oh, uh, it's nothing."

"Oh please, Flash, spare me the lie," she huffed, "what were you seeing?"

She despised it wherever anyone tried to fabricate a lie, especially around her. It's not like she couldn't give them what they desired. Rarity was always generous just like that.

Flash sighed, prior to shyly gesturing towards a key-chain. It was shaped as an axe, with leaf designs sticking out from the sides of the beautifully handcrafted item. Rarity didn't hesitate to pick it up and observe the intricate details that were imprinted on it.

"You wanted this, darling?"

"Haha. . . I kinda forgot to bring my wallet today," Flash mumbled, his cheeks growing red as he sheepishly rubbed his nape, "this is embarrassing."

"I'll buy it for you."

His eyes widened, as he put down the chain in protest, "what? No. Rares, it's okay."

"No, I'd love to buy this for you, dear," she objected, picking it up. Her lips curved into a pretty smile, which was nothing but genuine. She let her blue eyes run back up at her brotherly figure, booping his nose adorably, as she cleared her throat, "I know Timber would love it, Flashie. You can pay me back later."

That caught him off guard. If one thing was fascinating, it was Rare Bear's tingling sense that helped her identify what her friends wanted - they just couldn't keep secrets from her. And, of course, she had a special eye out for unraveling a very amusing topic.

Crushes.

His cheeks grew the shade of a wild crimson, as he struggled to put cohesive words past his lips. The only thing Rarity noticed was the twitching of his lips and how he instantly got shy, staring down at the ground, rubbing circles on the floor with the tip of his toe.

What a cutie.

"Hey, this is not what it looks like - "

"Definitely."

"We're good friends - "

"Of course."

"NOONA!"

"Hush, child. We can deal with this back at home," Rarity planted a finger on his lips, interrupting the chain of profanities that her friend might've thrown. She only smirked at the boy mischievously, as she handed the items to the cashier. The soft red blush hovering over his cheeks didn't help, especially not the wandering eyes.

"Tell me if he loves it," she leaned closer to his ear and whispered, "and how your first kiss went - "

"He's not gonna kiss me for a key-chain that looks like an axe," he rolled his eyes, nudging her slightly to put an end to the topic, with sweat trickling down the side of his forehead.

"You never know, munchkin."

"I hate you."

"Love you too, darling." She grinned, bringing his head down to her level as she hugged him from the side, messing up his already disheveled hair for the umpteenth time. He could only laugh at the action, and resist the urge to blush at her words from earlier. Simultaneously, the cashier also sneaked a glance at the pair, whilst hiding a small smile to herself.

Honestly, she was THE best Noona he's ever had.

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