#wingsofloyalty

                 ❝ Pittoo huh? That’s such a cute name! I don’t see                     how he can’t be attractive. Because he is! ❞ This                     screams SUMMER ROMANCE all over!

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Laine’s nerves seized up for a split second, with an image of a child with disappointed eyes and too-small wings appearing in her mind.

She grinned. “’Course I can, kiddo. We’ll jus’ hafta take it slow, alright? Flyin’ ain’t easy when you’re first starting!”

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“Look at you, kiddo!”

Laine grinned and knelt down behind her child to examine the wings closer. They reminded her of a baby birds’--soft, stumpy, and not yet ready to be used for flight. She had to wonder: could their child even fly? Their father certainly couldn’t. Was flightless-ness genetic? 

... How could they wipe their child’s tears off their face when they found out they couldn’t fly?

Laine pushed the thought out of her mind and swept her child up in a hug. “Aha, looks like we’re gonna hafta get you some new clothes, kiddo! Gotta get you stuff that’s gonna let your wings grow out big an’ strong!”

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“What I like about ya? Lot’sa things.

... What, y’want me t’get specific? Alright, alright...

... Yer, ah... Well, a lotta things. Y’understand me, you’re nice t’me, yer a damn good fighter... Y’don’t judge me for what I did. You don’t... hate me for it. That... means a lot t’me, y’know?”

she also thinks he’s really hot but there’s no way in hell she’s actually going to say it

Send 🎊 for a New Years kiss from my muse

         ▷ “Happy New Y--”

             Oh, gosh. He was... standing next to Lady Palutena, wasn’t he? Oh, gods, what luck, but could he really pull off a New Years kiss with the Goddess of Light? He struggled enough just playing the Pocky Game with her! But no; this is what you do on New Years. He should man up and prove himself!

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“3... 2... 1...!”

Cheers of ‘Happy New Year’ rung throughout the camp, and the group grabbed each other in joy, messing with each other and generally just having a good time.

Laine, who was sitting next to Dark Pit a little ways away from all the festivities, glanced at him for a moment. Maverick had told her before that there was a special... tradition that couples did on New Years’. Should she do it...? Would she be able to scrounge up enough courage to do it?

... Ah, fuck it, it was a holiday.

“Hey, Dark Pit.” When she got his attention, Laine grabbed the angel by his scarf and kissed him firmly on the lips. But it wasn’t like the first time she had kissed him; that kiss had been short and full of confusion and mixed emotions. This one... this one was a bit softer, a bit longer, a bit gentler. It was one that held a little more of a stable emotion behind it.

When she finally broke it off, her face was flushed, but she grinned at him anyway.

“Happy New Year, fucker.”

… Well, at least Dark Pit knew what it said now.

“ … I couldn’t read it. ”

“ I don’t know if you knew this, but I don’t know how to read yet. ”

He noted what she said, but didn’t make much of an attempt to leave her alone… though he didn’t try to close the distance she set between them at the moment. He simply lifted his hand, showing that there was a lot of fabric wrapped around it. He calmly pulled it off of his hand, unwrap by unwrap, as he said:

“ Besides, it’s easier for me to give you this face-to-face. ”

With it fully unraveled, it was revealed to be a black scarf… similar to the one he himself wore.

“ … Here. Nothing special, but… it seemed fitting. Besides, it… it… well, here. ”

… ‘It matches mine’, he’d considered saying… but no way he’d say something sappy like that, Christmas or not.

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Laine’s stony expression didn’t showcase her genuine surprise. He couldn’t read? Well, that made two of them. Sort of.

She watched in silence as he unwrapped that fabric from his hand. A black scarf... a simple black scarf. One that looked very similar to his own scarf At least he didn’t come any closer.

But he wasn’t leaving her alone, and Laine wasn’t sure how much longer she could contain her anger around him. And that scared her.

... Goddammit, did he have to go ahead and do that? She didn’t want to accept anything right now. She didn’t want to be around him.

... But he got that for her.

Laine clenched her teeth and forcibly tore her gaze away from him. “Jus’ leave it at th’ camp. I’ll get to it later. I jus’... listen, I want to be alone. I don’t need anyone right now, so jus’... jus’ go, alright?!”

She had fully turned her back to him at this point, doing her best to contain herself.

Don’t snap at him, goddammit, don’t snap...!