Could you do Koh and Canalo? I love how you draw Koh :)
Someone take Canalo's sad little flower...
Also a bonus little sketch of the team I dug up from a long abandoned file cause I keep seeing it and its so stupid I just needed an excuse to put it somewhere
Canalo x reader headcanons because he deserves love
I couldn't agree more ☺️ enjoy!
- Canalo, naturally, fell in love with you at first sight. It took him less than a minute to drop to his knees to propose to you. Despite how bold it was, you were certainly charmed by him. You were able to convince him to get up off his knees and ask if he wanted to start with dinner before marriage? Thankfully, he agreed.
- Canalo's romanticism never dies down. He's constantly delivering you flowers, choclates, gifts, anything to show his undying love for you. He calls you sweet pet names and never goes long without telling you how much he loves you.
- Despite how desperate Canalo has been for a partner for so long, he really doesn't have much practice with the structure of a stable relationship. At first, he was a bit awkward with physical affection- never knowing how long to keep contact or worrying about kissing you right. But eventually you were able to show him exactly how you like to be loved.
- Canalo loved his life on the surface, with you and the rest of the Ryusoulgers. However, he did get homesick sometimes, yearning for the home he was fighting to protect. In those times, you would sit next to him and listen to him tell stories of his childhood under the water.
- There was something surprising to Canalo about the day-to-day you shared together. When he came to the surface, he had many grand ideas about what love would be. But the domesticity of spending almost every day with you, the little moments of affection you shared together. It was better than he could have ever dreamed.
my friends and I fell so in love with Ryusoulger that we have not finished another sentai season since. we keep going back to rewatch it ;__; Koh is soooo scrunkly and Melto is my cringe fail little meow meow
It started out innocently enough -- Koh wanted to learn how to swim. And who better to teach him than Canalo?
Welcome to a little Ryusoulger fic where both slightly gay things and beach things happen at the gay beach.
It started out innocently enough -- Koh wanted to learn how to swim.
Canalo agreed without hesitating; it was an important skill and who better was there to teach him?
The first attempt was a challenge; Koh was fearless, just plunging right into the water, unmindful of the frigid temperature or the pull of the current or even Canalo running behind him, calling for him to wait.
Unused to the rolling motion of the ocean, he was of course knocked flat on his behind by the first wave. He came up sputtering and flailing, pushing his wet hair out of his eyes, a look of determination crossing his face. Canalo knew that look - Unless he intervened quickly, Koh would persist until he either conquered the waves or drowned trying.
“Relax.” When he caught up with Koh -by then almost armpit-deep in the water and far enough out to have passed the worst of the waves- Canalo snagged him by the wrist, keeping him from charging headlong back into the surf, “You’re fighting it too much. Just...relax.”
Koh’s tenacity was impressive, but he would get nowhere treating the water as his enemy. If he truly wanted to learn to swim, he would have to be patient and listen -- He would have to first learn to go with the flow of the water; to work with the current instead of struggling against it.
“Lay still on your back,” he told Koh, pressing a hand against his bare back in a bid to get him to move, “Close your eyes and listen to the water.”
The look that Koh gave him then was a skeptical one, but he obeyed, first sinking a little as one does the first time they attempt to float on their back, but becoming more buoyant as he relaxed, loosening the tension in his body and allowing the water to lift him.
Canalo looked at him for a moment, taking in the sight of the water lapping gently around them, the cloud of Koh’s hair framing his face, the way droplets glistened in his lashes. His hands were still supporting the other man’s back as he acclimated to the water and Koh’s skin against his fingertips was warm, despite the chill of the ocean.
And looking at Koh, floating there, supported by his own hands...Something strange and frightening and wonderful awoke inside of Canalo, some whisper that this was why it hadn't been working with any of the women.
The thought was so unexpected that he reflexively pulled his hands back, the sudden movement leaving Koh to flounder in the water for a moment before he found his footing and Canalo stammering out apologies for his carelessness.
And so it went like that, lesson after lesson, with Koh charging right into the water, trusting Canalo to follow behind and teach him what he needed to know, each time getting more and more daring as he mastered first floating, then basic swim strokes.
And Canalo felt more and more awkward and strange, the more time he spent on the beach with his friend. The sight of Koh in the water was captivating; the way his lanky body cut through the water was beautiful -- A thought that was enough to send Canalo’s head spinning the first time it crossed his mind. What was wrong with him? This was Koh, not any of the women who had caught his interest over the past year; not a potential bride. This was his friend and he shouldn’t be thinking like that...Right?
And yet, the thought still persisted, niggling at the back of his mind.
It didn’t help that Koh was Koh, and not at all shy about initiating playful physical contact. In fact, he was downright bold in ways that amazed Canalo, not afraid at all to be close or of how improper it might look, if he brushed up against Canalo in the water, or grabbed his hand to pull him into the waves, holding on longer than necessary, or rested his hand against the small of Canalo’s back, fingers lingering, almost possessive.
The more it happened, though, the more Canalo wanted it to happen. Despite the confusing swirl of feelings it brought about, it was mercifully less awkward than any interaction he had with the women he met, and Canalo found himself not quite encouraging it, but not resisting it, either. Or maybe….he leaned into the touch a little, or tightened their fingers together just a bit, or sought reasons to touch Koh as he worked to improve his stroke.
Being close just felt nice; he was comfortable around Koh and besides, it was easy to be more confident when they were in the water.
But still, Canalo did not know what to do; whatever this unusual dance he and Koh were doing during the swimming lessons would not help him fulfill his obligation to his tribe. It was inappropriate and something he could never have, no matter how much he may have been coming to want it.
So he kept his distance most of the rest of the time, shying away from casual touches, trying to ignore the hurt, confused expression that crossed Koh’s face sometimes when he shrank back. And he persisted in his search for a potential bride, though he was finding his heart was no longer truly in it.
Then came the day that Canalo deemed the final swimming lesson. Koh had grown both strong enough and confident enough in the water that instruction was no longer necessary; he had gained the skills to hold his own against the current. Koh seemed reluctant to let the lessons stop, and had asked Canalo several times if he was sure there was nothing important left for him to learn, and as much as Canalo really didn’t want it to, whatever it was they were really doing had to stop before he lost sight of his duty.
As they sat side-by-side on the beach, drying in the sun, Canalo gazed absently out over the ocean, letting his mind wander. He was caught completely off guard, then, when Koh’s hand came to rest atop his, as if he was seeking to twine their fingers together the way he did when he was dragging the other man further into the water.
Startled, Canalo jumped, snatching his hand back and turning to stare at Koh through wide eyes, his heart suddenly pounding.
Koh just looked at him, a crooked little smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Relax,” he said quietly, echoing the words Canalo had told him that first day in the water, “You’re fighting it too much. So…” he again offered his hand, expression softening into something both encouraging and hopeful, “Just...relax.”
Canalo met his gaze, uncertain, worrying his lower lip between his teeth. He was fighting this too much; after so many, many years of being reminded what was expected of him, it was hard to act selfishly and give in to what he wanted.
His heart was still beating wildly and his face felt like it was on fire. But still, he cautiously reached out -This was what he wanted!- and took Koh’s hand, allowing their fingers to curl together.
He forced himself to take a couple of deep, calming breaths, momentarily turning his gaze back towards the ocean. Forced himself to listen to the sound of the waves washing over the shore instead of the disarray of thoughts clouding his mind. And as he focused on the warmth of the sun on his skin, the feel of the sand beneath him, and the briney scent of the ocean air, the racing of his heart began to slow.
It was then that he let himself savor the feel of Koh’s hand in his own, his grasp warm and certain. And when he glanced back over, Canalo found that Koh was smiling that smile that lit up his entire face, and he couldn’t help smiling shyly in return, giving their clasped hands a little squeeze.
Because in that moment, it didn’t matter what anyone else said or thought or what he was supposed to do.
This was what he wanted and he was going to just relax and enjoy it.
