if precure villains have a million fans, then i'm one of them if precure villains have one fan, then i'm that one if precure villains have no fans, that means i'm dead
BUNBEE! WESTAR! SOULAR! nagisa's family. Is that Fuji P? the kawarino lookalike, daisuke. is that the class rep from splash star, the yukishiros. can't tell who the blond person and the girl in front of him is though
some of these background characters might be other characters from the shows?
even other movie characters are here
i keep forgetting their prince clothes...
usapyon, hours and minutes
it's them! nozomi, urara can you stop that. it looks like you're bothering both rin and karen... no? ok...
this is shiho x rina
they always leave syrup out of the group dates. (this time kurumi was also excluded). this is because they are mean to him
not sure who the front person is, but it seems like both class reps from splash star are here
yeah they actually appeared. wait
Love mentioned 11 friends. 3+4+6=13. minus 2 is 11. why do they keep shafting them
Mucardia? i get the other 3 though
always post bunbee
hey it's masuko mika, kaoru-chan, and Yuuki. Also bunbee and the kiryuu sisters
I see requests are stil open YIPPEE! Remember that "reader has a nightmare about Westar hurting them" ask I sent a while ago? Could I have a Soular version of that pretty please with Cure Whip and cherries on top?
A/N ~ Hello! Of course! How could I refuse with Cure Whip on top?? Soular doesn’t technically hurt Reader himself in this, but I think it still counts. Hope you enjoy!
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Soular x GN!Reader
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Fandom: Fresh Pretty Cure!
Fanfic Type: Oneshot
Reader: Gender neutral
Relationship: Romantic
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Word Count: 1,198
Synopsis: After being launched into a brick wall in your dream my your boyfriend, Soular, you placed an imaginary one between the two of you. But it wouldn’t last for long, as Soular wanted to know what was going on with you.
Warnings: Stupid imagery/metaphor, Reader almost getting very injured/killed in their dream, Soular “hurting” Reader in their dream, cheesy
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~Fresh Pretty Cure! Masterlist~
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You never thought you’d see a scene like this again. You were convinced that Soular was good now. That he had turned his back on terrorizing the city with the creatures he created. He had assured you of this himself. But as a giant fan with eyes and limbs marched about, creating destruction everywhere it went, all of that flew out the window.
“Soular! What are you doing? You said you didn’t do this anymore!” You shouted at your boyfriend from your spot on the cracked road.
His eyes turned to you, his malicious smirk never faltering. “Well, I suppose what I heard was correct. Your kind really are too quick to trust. Nakewameke!” He waved his hand in your direction, a command to his creation.
Stopping in its tracks, the fan maneuvered its body to face you. A terrifyingly strong breeze picked up a ways above you from its speedy blazes. Anything unfortunate enough to be in contact with it was sent flying. You let out a sigh of relief. Just a few feet lower, and you’d be blown miles away.
Soular scoffed. “Really? Is that as low as it goes?” He asked the Nakewameke. It just mumbled from embarrassment. “Oh well. I guess I can finish the job.”
He leaped at you so fast, it was as though he had teleported. You didn’t have time to process what was going on. You only saw his bright green eyes, before he grabbed your waist, fingers digging painfully deep, and effortlessly threw you into the air, directly into the monstrous wind.
Immediately, you were launched sideways. Your surroundings blurred from the unnatural speed you were going. You began feeling dizzy from it, your eyes not being able to keep up. Looking behind you, you caught sight of a brick wall heading your way. Well, you were heading its way. Due to the speed, it was only a few seconds before the wall grew closer, and you eventually-
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An intense, full body jolt shot through your body as you awoke with a small yelp. You could hear your heartbeat through your ears, and a cold sweat covered your back and forehead. You wanted to put your hands in front of you; an attempt you stop yourself from hitting the wall. But you quickly realized that there was no wall. Well, there was. But not the one in your dream. It was the wall of your house.
You were back at home. A bit shocking, considering it had probably just been destroyed. You sat on your couch, and the TV in front of you played a random game show. Coming to your senses, you realized that you were only dreaming.
“What in the world was that? Did you have a nightmare or something?” A familiar voice asked from next to you.
Your blood ran as cold as your sweat. You had just heard that voice a moment ago. A quick glance to your right met you with the same piercing green eyes you just saw in your dream. The dream where the man the eyes belonged to betrayed you, and almost led to you smashing against a brick wall.
Soular’s eyes furrowed in confusion. “What’s that look for?” While you couldn’t see yourself, you could guess what kind of expression you were making.
You blinked it away, attempting to go back to normal. “Sorry. It’s nothing.”
Soular just hummed, trying to ignore your strange behavior.
The two of you just sat, watching the game show on TV. Due to your disturbing dream, you subconsciously distanced yourself from your boyfriend; scooting all the way to the end of the couch. But he noticed. He also noticed how you were still acting distant and weird.
“(name), what’s up?” He asked.
“Nothing?” You responded dryly, without even looking at him. It was as if you had put a wall between the two of you. Like the one you almost crashed into in your dream; tall and wide.
“I can tell something’s wrong. Did I do something?” After seeing your eyes flicker to him for a split second, he knew he was right. “What did I do? I don’t remember anything that could’ve bothered you.”
“That’s because you didn’t do anything. I just dreamt you did.” You sighed out, embarrassed.
“Oh. Well what did I do?” It was a simple question. He was expecting himself to have teased you a bit too much, or maybe broke something. But due to your resistance to explain, it was apparently much more severe.
“C’mon, (name). You can tell me. No matter how bad it was, it was just a dream.” He reassured in his typical, sassy fashion.
You sighed again. “Okay.”
Recounting the events of your nightmare only made you feel much worse. Not only because you were going back to the awful memories, but because as the story went on, you watched Soular’s expression change. He was calm at the start, but hearing of the things he did, his brows raised and his eyes widened. It was honestly sad to watch.
You finished the retelling with a sigh. “That’s it.”
Soular was completely speechless. You just kept your head down, staring into your lap. The imaginary wall separating the two of you remained standing. You were still avoiding any eye contact with him and keeping silent, scared of his upcoming response.
“Well,” He said after a few moments. “that was certainly an awful dream.” His position remained the same.
You simply hummed, not having a response.
“But it’s just as I said before. It was just a dream.” His hand moved to gently rest on your knee. “There’s absolutely no way I would ever do that. And I hope you know that.”
You smiled. “Yeah, I know.”
And like that, the imaginary wall crumbled. There was now nothing separating the two of you.
“I don’t even know why I would ever need to terrorize the city again anyway. I’m way too comfortable with my current life. I much prefer it. Besides, making Nakewameke is too much work.” Soular folded his arms, leaning back into the couch. It was almost as if the very thought of going back to his previous life made him stressed and tired.
You laughed at this. Now feeling more comfortable, you scooted closer to Soular. Not being able to resist, you pulled him in for a hug. He’s not the biggest fan of hugs, but he knew you needed one at that moment. So he reciprocated, gently rubbing your back.
Once you pulled away, he cupped your face in his hands, and gave you a quick kiss on the forehead. “Even if I did go back to my villainous ways, I would never hurt you.” He gave you the kindest smile you’ve seen from him.
While Soular didn’t quite know how to comfort people, he certainly did a good job there. Your nightmare no longer caused you stress or fear, and you didn’t feel the need to separate yourself emotionally from him. No longer was there an imaginary wall between the two of you, and if there would ever be one in the future, you know that it wouldn’t stay for long.
