Boboiboy Short-Fanfic AU Season 1 [Complete]

Comfort (English)

Another Beliung x Solar

A fluff of Beliung needs to be comforted

The continuation chapter from My Wind (English)

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Solar was enjoying the view of Beliung playing with his group when the wind suddenly carried him to the owner of said power.

"Woah?! A warning would be nice," Solar softly spoke, noticing Blaze and Thorn were nowhere to be found. He could feel a hand circling around his waist and Solar answered it with his own hug.

"What is it?" Solar saw Beliung flinch.

"You lost control again?"

"Almost," the usual happy-go-lucky elements know pouting-go-sad reluctantly say. 

"It is not your fault"

"It is my fault! I almost hurt Thorn with a wind blade! Though Blaze jokingly put it aside, I can see Thorn's hand trembling! "

And here Solar hears another tantrum from Beliung.

"Bel, calm down. You're supposed to be the representation of happiness, not gloominess. "

"And gloominess falls to whom?

"Who else if not our resident Mr. Stone"

"... you mean Halilintar?" 

Solar gave a short nod, and Beliung tried hard not to laugh crazily. Yet they end up snickering a bit before Beliung lands them on the ground. Another silent and Beliung opened his mouth.

"I...I don't know how to control this power." Beliung sounds so defeated that Solar has to hold his face to see that crestfallen expression appear on that wonderful face.

"You're being stupid. You're being too impatient—"

"—Say that to the person in front of me —awch!" 

Cue to Solar pinching Beliung's cheeks.

"I mean it. You're being impatient. Third tier power is not easy to control. You need to practice a lot. "

"I'm practicing!"

"You're playing."

"Ughhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Only Solar could change Beliung train of though.

Defeated, Beliung lies down on Solar's lap, which garnered a question mark from Solar.

"I want to sleep... I... can't sleep... nightmare on ... hurting everyone... hurting you" The last statement ended up in his throat. Too afraid to see the light elemental expression. 

Sighing, Solar patted Beliung's head. Beliung wrapped his arm around Solar's waist and close his eyes.

Solar softly hums, preferring humming rather than singing to guide the maelstrom to become a summer breeze.

That midday, the wind finds solace in the warmth of the sun.