Object Show Oneshots 🫶

Softened Heart (Firepound)

I'm fixated on Clash To/2 Be Champion, and FirePound took my heart. I love them.

Fireball looks around the pond, and something catches his eye, or rather someone. A circular object sits on a bench, someone he knows, so he slowly, hesitantly, walks up to them.

"Pound?" He starts, voice a little shocked and cheerful. The two were close, who could blame him for getting at least a little excited over seeing Pound?

The currency peeps, "Fireball! Fancy seeing you here!" He beckons the fire to sit down, and Fireball obeys. They sit in silence for a moment, before Pound pipes up once more.

"You.. alright? You're looking quite down today, pal." Pound's voice is soft towards Fireball.

"I'm fine, just happy to see you." This completely melts Pound's heart. He knew Fireball had a tough time with his feelings, especially when it came to another object, so knowing Pound himself was hitting Fireball's soft spot made him quite happy inside.

"I'm glad you're here, Fireball. Oh! I have some seed, want to throw some to the ducks?" Pound suggests, putting the bag between them as he throws little birdseeds into the water, which follows with little splashes. Fireball admires the view, or Pound, mostly. Him focusing on the ducks, smiling while throwing food at them made his heart ache. He was so sweet, Fireball couldn't keep away.

After some thinking (about Pound), he reaches into the bag and grabs a handful of the seeds, and glances over to Pound who is still focused on feeding each duck equally, not one left to starve. Fireball admired Pound that way, the way he kept things equal and fair even if it didn't benefit him. Naturally sweet, soft hearted, and Fireball loved that.

Finding himself staring for.. quite some time, he looked away swiftly and threw the seeds that grew sweaty in his hands.. gross. This made Pound surprised, he looks to the side and watches the "typical tough and angry guy" happily sprinkle the water with seeds for ducks.. maybe the occasional black bird that swoops in and steals them. Watching this usual tough-hearted, mean ball of fire switch up for someone like Pound felt so unreal. What was so special about him? He didn't know, but he didn't want Fireball to stop.

"Fireball, do you like the colourful ducks or the brown ones?" Pound asked with curiosity, the two objects locking eyes. Fireball snickered, "Who asks that?" "Me, clearly! Tell me!"

Their shenanigans continued into the night, neither had realised the time, barely noticing the fact that the sky had gotten darker, and the air grew colder. Although, Pound's body seemed to take a little notice, shaking slightly. Fireball eyed this, and knew to an extent how cold Pound gets. He, of course, is not bothered by the cold whatsoever, so Fireball felt somewhat guilty and bad for Pound. The other object had something in mind, it seems, as he shifts ever so slightly towards Fireball, and he falls to the side, leaning. Fireball's flame grows significantly larger, flustered and surprised. It beams bigger and bigger, but Pound doesn't mind. The two sit together without uttering a word, enjoying each others presence, not awkward nor uncomfortable, but sweet and filling. If only they could stay like this forever, feeding little ducks, getting all close and touchy. If Fireball was honest with his feelings, perhaps, but not tonight. He didn't want this to end and get awkward. Only if he knew.