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“There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.” - Patrick Rothfuss

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Bon-Bon struggles with the memories of her life in S.M.I.L.E. - the tensions and horrors of it haunt her nightscape. She can speak about them to no one: not only are they secret, she knows the things she faced and sins she committed are beyond what Equestria can handle.

Lyra Heartstrings wants her marefriend to spend the night with her, instead of retreating away to hide.

Even a mountain can be worn down by the rain, and now Bon-Bon must expose Lyra to what keeps her up at night.


Written for the LyraBon Contest, which it won!

Featured 09/27/2022!

And now with a live reading from Skijarama!

Reviewed by PaulAsaran, with a rating of Pretty Good!.

Featured in Equestria Daily's 15 More Awesome Lyra and BonBon Fanfics To Read on 7/6/2023!

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Being a veteran of the conflict in East Timor and the Second Gulf War, it is difficult to confront that tall wall of what you experienced, saw and did, when you don't know how that person on the other side of the wall will react.

Absolutely fantastic story!

This had a nice, good twist ending, or I can certainly see it that way. :twilightsmile:

I love that one of Bon Bon's most deeply rooted instincts is that she could never ever hurt Lyra.

Bon Bon may be the more grounded one overall, but it's always made sense to me that Lyra is better at the relationship part of their relationship. It's great to see her being the perfect marefriend for Bon Bon.

Boy that's pretty sad that bon bon was dreaming from that horrible experience when she was still a secret agent almost close to death and seen the horrified monsters and everything like that still scares her and Lyra really want to be there for her no matter how long it will take she'll be there by her side how much she really cares about her this was a pretty nice story keep up the good work

this was heartwrenching and delightful

She wracked her brain to try and remember having a good night's sleep and all that she could think of were moments of her foalhood, distant and fuzzy. Maybe they weren't even real - just hazy false memories she made up to convince herself that the good old days had been good.

oof, this cuts deep. somehow i can only imagine Bon Bon’s past as having always been painful

They were normal ponies, after all. Highly trained, well equipped, selected specifically for their resilience and strength of will - but still ponies. Still able to feel fear when a hydra roared nearby. Still instinctively looking towards a sound in the bush even when you knew there was a cockatrice nearby. Still hesitating to strike an oddly-acting friend deep in a changeling nest. Still mortal.

yet so much is asked of them, to be more than merely mortal ponies.

Enough of Bon-Bon's life had been ruined by S.M.I.L.E. without adding sweet Lyra Heartstrings to the list.

"Please?"

But every request from the mint unicorn - the one with golden eyes and a golden heart - was a drop of rain wearing down a mountain.

augh this is both so precious and heartbreaking! love Lyra representing Equestria's innocence that Bon Bon is devoted to protecting yet can never have for herself

Really, it made sense. When she was in S.M.I.L.E., Sweetie Drops had never known when to retreat.

i would bet! always fascinating to see how such qualities translate to the world of romance and relationships

Her unicorn partner rolled his eyes. "Sure, sure. You just want the dangerous monster to have its lair somewhere nice, like the storage room of the town pub."

"I was thinking the well, but we're not gonna have this conversation if you're going to be a jerk about it."

Singer took the win with his usual smug smile.

hehe, always love some good secret government organization banter

There was a pony sitting in the tiny patch of semi-dry earth, curled up into a tight ball. Sweetie squinted, trying to make out any details - but all she could manage was that they were roughly foal-sized and had a green coat. She and Singer exchanged glances and crouched behind the ferns.

"Could be a lure," he hoarsely whispered.

that is exactly what i would think in this situation!

But worst were where the eyes should have been: empty space and guttering green witchlights that stared back into Sweetie's soul.

ooh, the whole paragraph is delightfully unsettling!

Singer was just barely able to pull the trigger on the flare before he was grabbed - it lit the entire scene in a ghastly red as three thick vines wrapped around him. His falsetto scream was cut short when one squeezed his barrel, but that's all Sweetie could see.

oof, no wonder Bon Bon has awful nightmares if these are the memories she has to relive

The panic got worse when she felt herself grabbed. Bonnie's first reaction was instinctual: old training kicked in and her muscles tensed as she moved to throw her attacker off. Those were crushed down quickly, thankfully - another subconscious part of her brain recognized that the pony grabbing her was Lyra and refused to harm the most important pony in her life.

very thankful for that part of her brain!

Over the next few minutes, Bon-Bon's panic faded into dread. Lyra didn't let go the entire time - she held Bonnie in a tight embrace, barely moving in the darkness of the bedroom. Her breathing was slow and stable, and Bon-Bon's naturally fell into the same rhythm. The two breathed in and out with the same steady pace, gradually bringing the earth pony's heart rate down to normal.

augh this is so good

That couldn't last, though. Bon-Bon had enough field experience to know you didn't leave a wound open. "It's not normal. You aren't concerned?"

"I am." Lyra nuzzled Bonnie's neck. "But sometimes things are tough to talk about. You'll tell me when you're ready to tell me."

"What if I never am?" The wobbling tone in Bonnie's voice was less fear and more disbelief now - unable to grasp what the trap was. Years of finely-honed S.M.I.L.E. instincts screamed it was a lure to pull her in, but Bon-Bon couldn't see how.

Lyra just smiled. "Then I'll worry about you for a long time."

Lyra is just so wonderful! i love everything about this. especially that last line, damn.

Reality said otherwise. There were no tears and no drama. Just slowly laying back down on the bed where Lyra took a turn as the big spoon.

But Bon-Bon drifted off to sleep not long after and slept through the rest of the night.

She got through the next night, too. Though it was her turn to be the big spoon.

and a perfect ending. what more could i ask for Bon Bon, than taking it day by day like this with a Lyra full of nothing but concern, care, and love?


just amazing stuff, Tempest. really loved this one!

Aww! That was so unbelievably sweet! I'd been trying to get around to reading this fic ever since the contest results, and boy am I glad I got around to it. I love the relationship you've written, it is truly golden. I even want to thank you for for writing it because I'm just so glad I read it, and I may even go back and read it again on a rainy day. So thank you!

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