#lonashippingweek

Lonasshipping Day/Week

History

This was an idea I had for a while about a Future AU in Hisui.

MUAHAHA MY FRIEND SAID I CAN POST THIS ON HERE

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Wordcount: 25,151 (Ongoing)

Summary:

Four years after her father's death and moving away from Kanto to the islands of Alola, Moon is beginning to feel like her life is finally taking a turn for the better.

She's got a matchmaking job she's good at, a supportive friend, and the house where she spent her early childhood.

Everything is looking great!... Except for the continuously growing debt of her late father's house, and the fact that Gladion, her direct supervisor, seems to be holding a personal grudge against her.

Gladion Aether, the son of the President of a renowned matchmaking company —and the obvious choice to take over the presidency— has two very well-defined goals in life: He'll find a way to prove himself to his mother, and he'll make Moon's life a living hell.

He'd rather die than work with the female matchmaker for a day longer... Or so he thinks.

When the tables are turned and his position as Lusamine's heir is suddenly at risk, he'll have to choose between two almost equally bad alternatives:

He can either let his sister sit at his mother's chair instead of him, or collaborate with his archnemesis to fulfill the dream he's built his life around.

So much for Moon's life taking a turn for the better.

My arts for my lonashipping week fic, The Far Side!

It's my super self-indulgent 'hrgh i want to write this for years' story about how Moon goes missing because she gets captured by the Nihilego :)))) and how Gladion pulls her back from the brink :))))

Day 1: New Moon - First Meeting

(or, from wretchedness)

It’s terrible weather for the day that decides the rest of Lillie’s life. After spending a day resting in bed, her body is on the way to purging the last of the poison, but she’s still too thin and pale to be even a shadow of her former self. It makes Gladion frown as he fusses with her coat. Wicke and an attendant stand behind her with their trunks, heads bowed with thoughtful frowns as Lillie sniffles, the noise smothered by the howling storm just outside the emerald windows. “I won’t go,” she whispers, trying to pry his hands off, but hers are shaking too badly to get a good grip, nearly as white as the gloves he’s wearing as she shakes her head desperately, “I can’t, not without you!” Gladion sighs, giving her hands a squeeze. “You must. Aether isn’t fit for you.” She'll be safe in Kanto, half a world away with old allies and Wicke to look after her. Their boat is waiting, a large passenger ship that they’ll be able to ride in anonymity to safer harbors. As her breath hiccups, she blinks away her tears to leave resolve in her emerald eyes, and it makes Gladion flinch; it’s too close for comfort to their mother, to him, and only solidifies that he’s made the right decision to cloister her away even as she argues, “It’s not too late – leave it to her and come with me.”

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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