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-Platonic Uranus/Neptune- -Requested by SolarBALLS_Uranus- Hope you enjoy!
[This story includes:
Trans Uranus (FtM)
Slight transphobia?? If you call it that-
Bullying
Not canon character]
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Uranus was having a great day so far, which didn't come often to him.
No one bothered him the entire day so far, he finally finished his latest artwork, and it turned out better than expected. Then, his moons suddenly came back, and a few of them started talking to him again. And then he caught a comet, spotless, with blue fading to violet and gray on the surface. Cool.
Then he went to his space closet, and remembered he bought some new clothes.
He put them on—a sky blue dress-jacket thing along with a matching scarf, and his earmuffs. He needed to cover up a lot, being cold 24/7 and on the outer part of the system along with.
The icy blue planet went out of his space closet, and saw some unfamiliar planets roaming around.
Ugh. Tourists.
Sometimes planets, dwarf stars, exoplanets, you name it, come to visit the "famous solar-system" and all of them have to suffer because of it.
Well, maybe it's just him who thought of it like that. But honestly, the last thing he needed was more objects to make fun of him, his name, his smell, and whatever the ball else they find wrong with him.
He watched as one of the lovely visitors come to inspect his orbit, after finishing a conversation with Saturn. He'd rather for his space to be left alone.
The planet—what he assumes is a planet—was a orangey color, like a rotten peach. Are rotten peaches orange? Uranus sure didn't know. He probably will never know—there's no way he's gonna go up to the Earth and all his superior glory, and ask about a peach.
Anyways, he snapped out of his thoughts, finding the planet staring at him.
And kept staring at him.
Uranus, dreading for interaction, sighs and decides to just go up to him—what he assumes is a male planet—and intends to politely ask him to leave his orbit.
As he reached the unfamiliar object he found he was a bit larger in size, he opened his mouth to talk and was interrupted.
"Yo, shawty, why you up out here? The air out here seem to tough for your delicate axis. You already tilted, by the looks of it." The planet leans against an asteroid wall, that he made himself, for the purpose of leaning against.
What kind of wannabe hipster is this sorcery of a being? And what did he call him?
"Uh, hey! I am perfectly fine with this air—" there's, of course, no air in space, but anyway, Uranus just decided to get to the point. "Can you just, uh, please leave my orbit?"
"This your orbit? Sure, babe," says the planet. "Why your voice so deep, anyway? Would've thought it would be more skimpy like your appearance."
"What—What are you calling me—" does this guy think he's a woman? In case he does, Uranus says, "I'm a guy!"
The planet choked. "What? Then why are you wearing a dress? Frickin' femboy! Even has long hair to match!"
Uranus ran his shaky hand through his, in fact, long hair. Never has anyone made fun of him for that specific thing. And if he liked to wear dresses, then what? Who does this wreck, from another system, think he is by waltzing to his orbit and then insulting his clothes and—he felt himself tear up, but he wasn't going to give this planet the satisfaction of crying.
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Big Book of Solarballs
FanfictionThis is a book about the show, Solarballs! Please read the Introduction to learn what you'll find in this book. Solarballs is created by Alvaro Calmet.
