𝕬𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖐
𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔
- 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸
ᴴᵃˡⁱˡⁱⁿᵗᵃʳ ˣ ᶠᴱᴹ! ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ
╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ 𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮 2 𝙥𝙢 in the afternoon, and [Name] remained hopelessly tethered to her mattress, the cool sheets the only thing keeping the afternoon heat at bay. She stared blankly at her phone, scrolling through the same app until the content blurred into a meaningless haze. With a heavy, dramatic exhale that echoed in the quiet room, she let her arm flop onto the pillow.
She was just about to give up on the day and sink into a nap when the device buzzed against her palm, the vibration startling her.
A single notification banner stretched across the screen from a sender that usually didn't waste words: Halilintar.
Hali ♥️⚡: Get ready. I'm picking you up in 30 minutes.
[Name] blinked, then rubbed her eyes and blinked again. It wasn't just the suddenness of the text; it was the lack of context. Halilintar was many things - disciplined, stoic, and occasionally impatient - but he was rarely this spontaneous without a specific reason.
There was no hello, or are you busy, and most importantly, no destination.
A small, fluttering sense of curiosity (and a hint of panic) rose in her chest. She stared at the 30 - minute countdown now ticking away in her head. Knowing Halilintar, 30 minutes meant he would be outside of her door in exactly 29 minutes and 59 seconds, waiting with his usual folded arms and piercing gaze.
With a final, frantic sigh [Name] tapped out a quick "Fine, see you then," and scrambled out of bed. The hunt for an outfit that would be comfortable yet cute at the same time.
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By the time that [Name] stepped outside of her house, there lies Halilintar, arms crossed over his chest, with his signature red - and - black cap tilted slightly low. His crimson eyes softened the moment they landed on [Name], though his expression remained mostly stoic.
"You're on time," he noted, a small, rare smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as her raised his hand for the [H/C] girl to grab "Let's go."
"Care to tell me where we're going now?" [Name] teased, as she adjusted her grip on the males hand.
He didn't answer immediately, instead patted her head softly. "I figured a change of scenery would help."
The girl tilted her head in confusion, "A change of scenery?"
"A change of scenery," he repeated, his voice a low hum as he led her toward the train station.
The mystery didn't last long. As they stepped off the platform a few stops later, the distant, frantic melody of calliope music and the rhythmic clack-clack-clack of the rollercoasters filled the air. They stood before the towering, neon - bright gates of the city's largest amusement park.
[Name] gasped at the sprawling landscape of spinning rides and towering drops. "The amusement park? Hali, it's the middle of a weekday!"
"Exactly," he muttered, pulling his cap lower as a group of excited teenagers ran past. "Fewer crowds. Fewer people to get in the way." He looked at her, his gaze intense but flickering with a hidden softness. "You were rotting away in your room. I thought you'd prefer something with a bit more... Thrill."
Before the girl could jump into his arms and kiss him, he was already pulling her through the gates. The park was a sensory overload - the smell of the buttery popcorn and fried dough swirling in the heat, the vibrant splashes of primary colors, and the screams of joy echoing from the high peaks of the steel coasters.
He didn't immediately head for the Ferris wheel or the slow-moving carousels. Instead, Halilintar led her straight toward the rollercoaster - a massive, crimson tracked coaster that boasted several vertical drops.
"Are you trying to kill me or cure my boredom?" she said as she tightened her grip on his hand.
"Neither," he replied, stopping in the short queue. He turned to face her, his expression unusually serious. "I just know that when you're up there, you can't think about anything else. No boredom, no stress. Just the moment."
As they strapped into the seats, [Name] felt her heart hammering against her ribs. Halilintar looked perfectly composed, his hands resting casually on the safety bar, though the way his eyes tracked the movement of the cars above suggested he was more excited than he let on.
As the coaster began its slow, agonizing crawl up the first steep hill, the entire park began to shrink below them. The wind started to pick up, whipping her [H/C] hair around her face.
"Hali?" she whispered, the height finally hitting her.
Without a word, he shifted his hand on the bar, intertwining his fingers with hers and squeezing firmly. "Don't close your eyes," he commanded softly, a small glint appearing in his crimson gaze. "Look at the view. It's better when you see it coming."
Then, the car tipped over the edge, and the world turned into a blur of wind and adrenaline.
"UWAHHHHHH" [Name] yelled out in distress and the rollercoaster fell in such speed. Clinging into Halilintar as she screamed for her dear life "I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIEEE" The girl exclaimed and the boy couldn't help but let out a small chuckle.
The sound of his laughter was almost lost to the roar of the wind, but [Name] heard it-a rare, genuine sound that was as sharp and clear as a lightning strike. While she was a chaotic mess of wind-whipped hair and squeezed-shut eyes, Halilintar looked like he was in his natural element. He didn't lean back; he leaned into the speed, his grip on her hand the only thing anchoring her to reality as they plummeted through a stomach-churning loop.
By the time the coaster finally hissed to a halt at the station, [Name] felt like her soul was still somewhere back at the third drop. Her legs felt like overcooked noodles as she unbuckled her harness, stumbling slightly as she stepped onto the platform.
"You're still alive," Halilintar noted, his voice back to its usual calm, though his eyes were dancing with leftover adrenaline. He caught her elbow to steady her, his touch firm. "See? No more boredom."
"I think I traded boredom for a near death experience!" she gasped, clutching her chest while her heart tried to find its normal rhythm. She looked up at him, intending to scold him, but stopped when she saw the look on his face.
"Your hair," he murmured. Before she could react, he reached out, his fingers gently tucking a stray, tangled lock of [H/C] hair behind her ear. His touch was surprisingly light, a stark contrast to the high speed violence of the ride that they just survived.
"Is it that bad?" she asked, flushing slightly as she tried to smooth it down with her hands.
"It's a mess," he said bluntly, his honesty as sharp as ever. However, his thumb lingered near her temple for a heartbeat longer than necessary, his touch warm against her cooling skin. He pulled his hand back abruptly and cleared his throat, shifting his gaze toward the vibrant, noisy rows of carnival stalls nearby to hide whatever emotion was flickering in his eyes.
"But... it's not bad," he murmured, the compliment so quiet she almost missed it.
Without waiting for her brain to process the rare praise, he reached down and laced his fingers through hers again. His grip was possessive but grounding, pulling her away from the exit and deeper into the heart of the park.
"Since you're so convinced you almost died," he said, his voice regaining its teasing edge, "I suppose I should win you something to commemorate your survival."
He stopped in front of a shooting gallery, where rows of plastic ducks drifted lazily across a water tank. The attendant held out a cork rifle, and Halilintar's eyes narrowed, his competitive streak flaring up instantly. He adjusted his cap, tilting the brim lower as he took the weight of the toy gun in his hands.
"Pick one," he commanded, his eyes locked on the targets with the same intensity he used in battle. "The biggest one they have."
[Name] looked at the top shelf, where a massive, fluffy plush sat looking entirely too large to be won fairly. "Hali, those games are rigged. You don't have to-"
Pop.
Before she could finish, he had already fired. A target snapped backward instantly. He didn't even look at her; he just pumped the handle of the rifle with a practiced, fluid motion.
"I don't care if it's rigged," he muttered, his lips pulling into that small, dangerous smirk. "I'm making sure to get this for you whether it's rigged or not."
Halilintar moved with a terrifying, mechanical precision. Every time the cork left the barrel, another plastic target went flying. The park attendant's jaw dropped as the stoic boy cleared the entire front row without breaking a sweat. To Halilintar, this wasn't just a carnival game; it was a mission.
With a final, decisive click of the toy rifle, he set it down on the counter and pointed a gloved finger toward the top shelf. "The black one," he demanded, referring to a plush cat that was nearly half his own size, adorned with a tiny red bow that matched his aesthetic perfectly.
The attendant scrambled to fetch the prize, grunting as he lugged the massive, fluffy plush over the counter. [Name] watched in a mix of awe and second-hand embarrassment as Halilintar took the giant plush into his arms. It was so big that it practically obscured his entire torso, leaving only his intense crimson eyes and the brim of his cap visible over the cat's head.
"Here," he grumbled, his voice slightly muffled by the fluff as he shoved the prize toward her. "Happy?"
"Hali, it's bigger than me!" she laughed, burying her face in the soft fabric as she took it from him. "How are we supposed to carry this around all day?"
"I'll carry it," he sighed, though he looked somewhat regretful as he realized he'd have to navigate the crowds with a giant stuffed animal. "But only if you're hungry. I'm not doing this on an empty stomach."
They wandered toward the food plaza, a vibrant hub where the air was thick with the scent of bubbling oil, melting sugar, and grilled meats. Halilintar looked remarkably out of place, the legendary, fierce lightning elemental walking through a crowd of children while lugging a giant, adorable plush toy under one arm.
He steered her toward a stall draped in red banners, serving golden-brown churros dusted in a thick layer of cinnamon sugar.
"Stay here," he instructed, handing the giant plush back to her for a moment. "Don't wander off."
A few minutes later, he returned not just with the churros, but with a tray of chocolate-dipped fruit and two ice-cold drinks. He led her to a small, secluded table at the edge of the plaza, shaded by a striped umbrella.
As they sat, the frantic energy of the park seemed to soften. [Name] took a bite of a warm churro, the sugar crunching satisfyingly. She watched Halilintar as he took a sip of his drink, his gaze wandering over the park with a rare expression of peace.
"Hey, Hali?" she said softly, catching his attention.
"Hm?"
"Thanks for dragging me out of bed," she smiled, leaning her head against the side of the giant plush. "The rollercoaster ride was really worth it, as long your with me."
Halilintar paused, his hand hovering over the tray. He didn't look at her directly, but the tips of his ears turned a faint, tell-tale pink. He reached over the table, his fingers grazing hers briefly before he pulled back to grab a napkin.
"Just don't make it a habit," he muttered, though his voice lacked any real bite. "I don't want to have to win you a giant zoo's worth of animals just to get you to smile."
"So you admit you did it to make me smile?"
Halilintar's reaction was to immediately retreat into the sanctuary of his fashion choices. He reached up and yanked his cap even lower, the brim casting a deep shadow over his face. "Eat your churro, [Name]," he grumbled, though the lack of a real rebuttal was as good as a confession.
After finishing their snacks - and with Halilintar finally regaining his coo l- they ventured back into the thick of the park. The atmosphere had shifted; the daytime cheer was being replaced by the eerie, flickering glow of decorative lanterns and the humming of heavy machinery.
"Hali, Hali!" [Name] chirped, reaching out to tug insistently on the sleeve of his black jacket.
"Hm?" He glanced down at her, the giant plush tucked under his other arm like a fluffy hostage. She pointed toward a structure at the end of the walkway that looked decidedly grim. It was a sprawling, gothic-style mansion with boarded-up windows, artificial cobwebs draped over the iron gates, and a recording of a low, mournful howl echoing from the speakers. A sign above the entrance, dripping in faux blood, read: The Abyss of Lost Souls.
"Let's go try that next!"
Halilintar followed the line of her finger, his eyebrows furrowing deeply. He stared at the dark, looming entrance of the haunted house, his expression shifting from stoic to something resembling genuine suspicion. He wasn't afraid of ghosts but the idea of people jumping out from dark corners for fun felt illogical to him.
"That?" he asked, his voice flat. He looked back at her, then at the creepy mansion, then back at her. "You want to go into a dark building specifically designed to make you scream? After you just finished telling me you were too young to die on the coaster?"
He adjusted his grip on the giant cat plush, his fingers digging into its soft fur. "It's a waste of time. It's just people in cheap makeup and bad lighting"
[Name] giggled, moving closer to him and looping her arm through his. "Oh? Is the great Halilintar actually scared of a few ghosts?"
A sharp zip of static electricity crackled near his shoulder, a clear sign she had hit a nerve. He straightened his back, his crimson eyes flashing with a mix of defiance and embarrassment.
"I'm not scared," he snapped, though he didn't pull away from her. He looked at the long, dark queue leading into the entrance of the mansion. "Fine. But if you get scared and start crying, don't use my jacket as a tissue."
The moment they crossed the threshold of the haunted house, the heavy velvet curtains swung shut behind them, swallowing the cheerful neon lights of the park in favor of a suffocating, pitch-black darkness. The air inside was chilled and smelled faintly of damp wood and theatrical fog.
Halilintar led the way, his steps measured and deliberate. Even in the gloom, he looked like a soldier on high alert, his eyes scanning the shadows. "Stay close," he muttered, though he didn't need to tell her twice.
[Name] was already practically fused to his side. She had both arms wrapped tightly around his bicep, her face buried against his shoulder as they shuffled through a narrow, flickering hallway. (If your asking where the giant plush cat is the staff took it for the time being)
CREAAAK.
A floorboard groaned beneath them, and a sudden, high-pitched cackle erupted from a hidden speaker.
"UWAHHHH!" [Name] let out a sharp, panicked shriek, jumping so high she nearly took Halilintar down with her. She squeezed his arm with a grip of iron, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. "Hali, Hali, Hali! Something touched my hair! I swear something just touched my hair!"
Halilintar winced as her fingernails dug into his jacket, but he didn't pull away. If anything, he shifted his hold on her. With the plush gone, he felt the full weight of her leaning into him, her warmth a sharp contrast to the artificial chill of the house. "It was just a hanging thread, [Name]. Focus," he said, though his own pulse was thumping a bit faster from the sheer proximity.
They turned a corner into a "nursery" filled with flickering candles and cracked, staring dolls. Suddenly, a man dressed as a crazed, blood - stained doctor lunged out from a hidden door, revving a chainless chainsaw. The roar of the engine was deafening in the cramped space.
"AAAAAAAH! GO AWAYYYY!" [Name] yelled in pure distress. She spun around, completely abandoning the walk and burying her face into Halilintar's chest. She clutched the lapels of his jacket, her eyes squeezed shut as she trembled. "HALI, DO SOMETHING! KILL IT!"
The actor, sensing a perfect target, leaned in closer, letting out a guttural, menacing growl.
Then suddenly, Halilintar's protective instincts finally snapped like a frayed wire. He didn't scream, and he didn't waste words on a costume. Instead, he stepped firmly in front of [Name], his body becoming an impenetrable shield. Without a second of hesitation, he hooked one arm securely around her waist and hoisted her close.
In a literal flash of crimson light, A crackle of static electricity hissed through the air as he used a burst of lightning-fast speed to blur past the actors and through the winding corridors. Before the "doctor" could even blink, they were gone.
Once they burst through the exit, Halilintar let out a long, ragged sigh. He could still feel [Name] shaking against his chest, her hands still desperately bunched into his shirt as if she were afraid he'd disappear. He reached up, his palm resting gently on the back of her head, his fingers threading through her hair as he pressed her closer, shielding her from the prying eyes of the passing crowds.
"You're the one who wanted to come here," he murmured into her hair. The usual sharp edge of his voice had completely melted away, replaced by a tone that was surprisingly tender, grounding her back to reality.
"I... I think my heart actually stopped," she panted, her voice muffled by his chest. She finally loosened her death-grip on his jacket, though she stayed tucked into the crook of his arm. "Did you see that doctor? He was definitely going to eat us!"
Halilintar adjusted his cap, a smudge of smugness returning to his features as he looked down at her windswept hair. "He wasn't going to eat us. But," he paused, a genuine, lopsided smirk finally breaking through his stoic mask as he glanced toward the storage counter where her giant cat awaited, "I suppose if you're that scared, I'll have to keep holding you like that for the rest of the night. You know... for your safety."
"Yeah... I'd like that," [Name] whispered, her tension draining away as she leaned her head onto his shoulder, finally feeling the ground beneath her feet again.
After navigating the adrenaline-pumping chaos of the haunted house, they made their way back to the storage counter. The attendant returned the giant, fluffy white cat, and [Name] practically dove into its soft fur, seeking comfort from the lingering spooks. Halilintar simply watched her with a softened expression, his hands tucked into his pockets as he led her toward the central plaza.
The vibrant neon lights of the rides began to dim, and the upbeat music faded into a grand, orchestral melody that swelled through the speakers. Crowds were gathering to see the firework show, but Halilintar guided her somewhere far from the crowd but being able to see the fireworks and the park clearly.
"Here," he said, leaning his back against the railing. "You can see everything from here without getting stepped on."
[Name] hugged the giant plush to her chest, resting her chin on its head as she looked out at the skyline. "It's beautiful, Hali. Thank you... for everything today.Thie is definitely the best day of my life."
He didn't answer with words. Instead, he reached out and looped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her and the giant cat closer to his side. Just as she leaned her head against his shoulder, a sharp whistle tore through the air.
BOOM!
The sky exploded in a violent burst of crimson, followed by cascading showers of gold and shimmering violet. The fireworks painted the night in vivid strokes of light, the colors reflecting brilliantly in the depths of Halilintar’s eyes. [Name] watched in silent awe, the thunderous echoes vibrating in her very bones, feeling utterly invincible within the circle of his arm.
As a massive golden willow firework bloomed above, its trailers falling like slow-motion stars, the world seemed to fall into a vacuum of silence. [Name] turned to share the moment with him, only to find he wasn't looking at the sky. He was looking at her, his expression raw and unguarded
The flickering light highlighted the sharp line of his jaw and a softness in his gaze she rarely saw. He looked like he was standing on the edge of a great height, his mouth opening as if to speak before his grip on her shoulder tightened.
"[Name]," he breathed, his voice a ghost of a sound against the crackle of the embers.
"Yeah?" she whispered back, her heart racing faster than it had in the haunted house.
Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in. His free hand came up, fingers grazing her jawline with feather-light pressure before tilting her face up. The brim of his cap brushed her forehead, creating a small, private sanctuary just for them.
When his lips finally met hers, it wasn't like the lightning he commanded—it wasn't jagged or destructive. It was slow, hesitant, and incredibly sweet, tasting of the cool night air and the lingering sugar of the afternoon.
[Name] felt her heart do a spectacular somersault that put every rollercoaster to shame. She melted into him, her fingers clutching his jacket once more as the grand finale of the fireworks boomed overhead, bathing them both in a brilliant, blinding white light.
When they finally pulled apart, the world felt still. Halilintar didn't pull away; he rested his forehead against hers, his breath hitching as he tried to regain his composure. He pulled his cap down low, but the triumphant, lopsided smile on his lips was impossible to hide.
"Let's do this again next time," he murmured, his thumb stroking her cheek with a sense of tenderness.
The stroll back toward the main gates was quiet, filled only by the rhythmic squeak of the giant plush and the soft scuff of their shoes on the pavement. Halilintar kept his hand firmly laced with [Name]’s, his thumb tracing absentminded circles on the back of her hand. The atmosphere has settled into a calm, post-rain like stillness, that is until the bright lights of the exit plaza revealed four familiar silhouettes lounging near the turnstiles.
"Hey, aren't those your brothers?," [Name] whispered, her eyes widening.
Halilintar’s entire body went rigid. In a split second, the soft, romantic aura vanished, replaced by a frantic internal panic. He dropped her hand as if it had turned into a hot coal and immediately adjusted his cap, pulling the brim so low he was practically looking at the ground.
"Hali! There you are!" Taufan’s voice cut through the air like a paper plane. He was leaning against a pillar, a mischievous glint in his blue eyes. "We were wondering where you disappeared to! You almost missed dinner at home."
Blaze and Thorn scrambled over, their eyes immediately landing on the massive, fluffy white cat in Halilintar’s arms.
"Whoa! Look at that!" Blaze cackled, poking the plush’s stomach. "Since when did Mr. Grumpy-and-Edgy start liking giant, sparkly kittens? Is this your new training partner, Hali?"
Halilintar’s face went from pale to a shade of red that put his own jacket to shame. He shifted the plush, trying to hide behind it, but it only made him look more ridiculous. "It’s not mine," he snapped, his voice cracking slightly before he dropped it back into his usual low growl. "I was... just holding it. For [Name]. Because she's weak and couldn't carry it."
"Hey!" [Name] protested, though she was struggling to hold back a laugh.
"Is that so?" Solar stepped forward, adjusting his glasses with a smirk that suggested he knew exactly what had been happening. He looked at [Name]’s windswept hair and then at Halilintar’s flushed ears. "And I suppose the fact that your cap is slightly crooked and your face is the color of a hibiscus is also because of 'the weight of the plush'?"
"Shut up, Solar!" Halilintar hissed, his eyes darting around for an escape route. Crossing his free arm over his chest and leaning back with a scowl. "We just went on a few rides. Nothing much."
"Then why are you still holding her hand?" Thorn asked innocently, pointing down.
Halilintar looked down. In his panic, he had unconsciously reached back out and grabbed [Name]’s pinky finger for moral support.
He pulled his hand back into his pocket so fast it practically created sparks. "I wasn't! My hand... slipped!"
"Sure, Hali. And Ice doesn't like to sleep," Taufan teased, looping an arm around his brother’s stiff shoulders. "Admit it, you had a romantic—"
"Another word and I’ll strike you where you stand," Halilintar threatened, though the effect was completely ruined when the giant cat plush tilted forward and bumped him in the nose.
[Name] couldn't take it anymore. She burst out laughing, leaning against Halilintar’s side. Despite his best efforts to look terrifying and aloof, a small, helpless smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He sighed, finally giving up the act as he looked at her, his eyes softening despite the unexpected audience around them.
"Let's just go home," he muttered, gently nudging [Name] toward the exit. He looked back at his brothers with a sharp glare. "And if any of you tell Gempa about this, you’re dead."