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pokenimagines · 2 years

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NSFW - N drabble? fic?

HII im so excited to see your requests open again :D i really loved the one you did with emmett and i was wondering if you could do something kiiinda similar but with n? like reader has had a big crush on n forever and they finally act on it 😳😳 thanks in advance hope ur day is going well :)

I actually had to go back and read the Emmett one because I totally forgot I wrote him before LOA came out. Honestly I forget like 90% of the stuff I've written. I've come across some really old smut I've written and as I read it I'm like "This is familiar, maybe I've read this one." and then I see the creator was me.

Also this fic is longer because I absolutely adore N and this has a lot of 'firsts' for him and like. Consent is important!

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N was a little bit of everything in all honesty. Kind and sentimental. He got along with pokemon amazingly and you knew he'd never invite you to parties so your little introverted heart wouldn't need to deal with it. He was also always so gentle with everyone and everything, like he was afraid he would harm them. This included you to a sever degree and honestly you couldn't complain about it.

The gentle touch to your lower back as he moves you away from crowds, the soft touch to your hand when he wants to grab it. It was absolutely no wonder you fell hard for this boy. He treated you right and he was handsome to boot. There was only on thing coming between you two.

Neither of you wanted to be the one to confess. Neigh, neither of you knew how to go about it. Dancing around the topic became a past time for you two as you tried to figure it all out. Who'd be the one to break first?

"Hey N." You said, rolling over to your side. You two had decided to do some late night stargazing after looking for some drifloon. N turned his head, but not rolling over completely.

"Hm?" He didn't bother replying and you could see his half lidded eyes. You two would probably be calling it a night soon with how tired you two were getting. N never wanted to be the one to go home first though, always wanting to spend a little more time with you.

"What uh...what are we?' You said, swallowing a lump in your throat and averting your gaze. You decided that if someone had to break, it would probably need to be you. After all, N was too polite and might not have caught on to your over obvious feelings.

"What do you mean?" His voice wavered just enough that you caught it. Clearly he knew exactly what you meant but was going to tiptoe around it. Just like always.

"Like...so we are always hanging out together and there's this tension there and I just...listen N I like you way more than just a friend..." You said, not knowing how to really explain it. Best to be straight forward with him.

"More than a friend? What would you like to be, then?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"That depends on what you think of me. If you want to be just friends then I'm totally cool with that." a complete lie on your part, "But if you happen to have similar feelings then..."

"Then?"

"Maybe we could move forward and be a couple?" You finally got it out.

"A couple...don't we already do all the things that couples do?" He asked, getting on his elbows now and getting a better view of your face that had now turned scarlet.

"Well the dates and hand holding...yes. But couples do way more. Like kissing and..." You stopped yourself as you looked at him. It hadn't been that long ago that he was basically trapped in an organization that sheltered him. He was awkward around other humans and didn't know much about how the world worked. Would he even know about sex?

"Kissing and?" He tried getting you to say it and you bit your lip.

"Like...sex and stuff." You couldn't help but feel overly awkward at this. It wasn't a foreign concept to you but the thought of possibly having to explain it to N was daunting.

"Ah sex...I remember the triplets telling me about it." He said, "It's between people who love one another, right?" He asked and you nodded. "I wouldn't mind that, I do love you after all." Your heart was in your throat at his confession.

"I uh...I love you too. Are you sure though? Do you know everything it entails?" You asked him, hoping for the best.

"They...explained it." N said with a bright blush grazing his pale cheeks, "And showed me some videos."

"Oh my arceus they showed you porn..." You murmured, covering your eyes and trying not to laugh. "Well uh...that's a good start. I wouldn't mind if we took things slow though. Have you ever uh jacked off? Masturbated?"

"I don't recall having ever done that." N replied sheepishly.

"So you're probably going to be sensitive." You didn't want to throw him into the deep end before he understood what sexual pleasure even felt like. "N...do you trust me to show you something regarding sex? You're free to say no and if you do agree we can stop at any moment."

"What do you have in mind?" N seemed just as nervous as you did. You took in your surroundings and were happy to find that there weren't any people or pokemon out and about. You two had found a relatively peaceful clearing so here was as good as anywhere.

"I want to give you an orgasm." You said, "If you'll let me."

N paused as his face went bright. He was sitting up properly now as he scratched the back of his head. "I don't mind." There was your go.

You sat up and crawled over to him, sitting down on his lap. He paused, not knowing what to do. You just smiled and grabbed his hands, placing them on your hips.

"Let's start with a kiss." You said as you brought his face closer to your own. He watched him swallow a lump in his throat and soon you connected your lips.

It started off slow and gentle, N not knowing what to do. Soon he was moving his lips in time with your own, picking up pretty fast on what you were showing him. Your hips went and grinded down on him, feeling his cock now half hard in his pants just from kissing you.

N groaned against your mouth as the friction, opening his mouth a tad and you took the opportunity to snake your tongue in. N easily gave into you, moaning into the kiss and bucking his hips up against you. He was getting harder faster than you thought just from a little kissing and you couldn't be more pleased.

You two separated and you took no time in kissing along his jawline and then to his neck. He was squirming underneath you, panting out your name under his breath.

"You're so beautiful like this, N...do you want to keep going?" You asked and he could only nod. "N, I need you to speak to me. Is this okay?" Your hand slowly snaked between the two of you, moving over his erection through is pants.

"Y-yes this is fine." He moan, arching into your grasp. You unzipped his pants and dug through his boxers until you were able to pull his hard dick out. The top was flushed a dark red and almost looked painful.

You swiped your thumb over the precum forming at the top and used that as lube as you slowly began to stroke him. He whimpered a bit, but bucked up into your grasp as his hands both were grasping your hips in a death grip.

"You're doing so good for me." You murmured, going back to locking your lips with his. You felt his warm length twitching in your hands and N let out a high pitched and breathy moan as he came between your two bodies.

"A-arceus..." He moaned out, slumping up against you as he caught his breath. You smiled and moved his sweaty bangs from his forehead and gave him a kiss.

"Did that feel good?" You asked, already knowing the answer.

"Felt wonderful...can we do this again sometime?" He asked as he looking up at you. You brought your hand that was coated in his cum and dragged your tongue over it, collecting some of his seed. You swallowed, deciding you liked the taste of him.

N's face was scarlet as he watched you do that and you chuckled, "Whenever you want. I actually have more things we could try later on..." the thought of blowing him made your mouth water.

"I'd uh...I'd like that."

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goldenvicious · 2 years

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Enter: Child Safe, Sheltered, Guzma Jr., and Troll + Vs: Pokemon Trainer Bede

When I left the gym, Oleana was waiting for me. She rushed me towards the Captain's Table- a seafood restaurant in town. She also gave me the chairman's league card to make sure I don't forget his face.

I headed straight for the Captain's Table, and spot Rose, Sonia, and Oleana all together waiting for me. Rose spotted me first and wanted to celebrate my victory. Sonia chipped in that she was invited too and Rose was pleasantly surprised that we knew each other. Rose, Sonia and I all sat down while Oleana...kept standing. C'mon, sit down with us.

Anyways, Rose explained that Hulbury is a seafood town. If anyone's gonna eat here, the obvious choice is the local cuisine. He asked me how Professor Magnolia is. He's indebted to her. She's the one who figured out how to unleash the power of Wishing Stars and using that power to Dynamax Pokemon. Rose would never have been able to create the Dynamax Bands without her. Sonia explained that Magnolia was saying that there's still so much we don't know about Dynamaxing. It's causing her some worry. She even made Sonia take a Power Spot Detector with her when she started traveling. Rose went on about how the Power Spot Detector allowed him to discover the Power Spots: locations that emit Galar Particles and allow Pokemon to Dynamax. Rose is concerned that Magnolia is worried, though. If only there was something he could do.

Rose suggested that Sonia visits the vault in Hammerlocke. Maybe the key to unlocking the secrets of the Dynamax Phenomenon lies in the history preserved there. Oleana will arrange a meeting with Sonia. Oleana believes it's about time they get going. Rose was a little upset that he couldn't talk to me, but if something needs to be done, there's no time like the present.

After they left, Sonia complained a little. He's right that the vault would be a good place to look for info on the legends, but...

Sonia noticed that I had the Water Badge, and commented that beating Nessa is no small feat. She gifted me TM79: Retaliate. She decided to give Nessa a visit and left.

When I left, I was face-to-face with Hop. He spotted that I had both the Grass and Water Badge. He said that the next gym we'll be going to is Motostoke to face the Fire Gym Leader, Kabu. Apparently, he's in Galar Mine No. 2 right now, undergoing some special training. If he's there, we can't challenge him to a gym battle. He wants to head to Galar Mine No. 2 to see what the fuss is about, but I decided to visit the Wild Area first.

I decide to visit the Watchtower Ruins and feel a Drifloon grab me. I decide to fight it. After a bit of struggle, I caught her and named her Child Safe. Looking over my Team, I decide to swap out Chocolate for Child Safe.

While I was wandering through North Lake Miloch's grass, I trip over a rock while approaching some shaking grass. Turns out that rock was a Dwebble. Why are they so small? Anyways, I catch it with a quick Net Ball and name him Sheltered. I slso decide to stay in the Wild Area to make my pokemon stronger, fighting wild pokemon and fighting in Raid Dens.

I made sure my pokemon are all level 26 before I head towards Galar Mine #2. As I enter, the 1st Pokemon is Spot is Wimpod. Wimpod spots me so I chase after him. After a Yawn and 2 Net Balls, I caught little Guzma Jr.

While exploring Galar Mine 2, I encounter a wild Bede in its natural habitat: dark, dank caves. He takes pity on his own Pokemon for battling "low level opponents"- I will break this man's spine I swear to G O D.

You are challenged by Pokemon Trainer Bede!

He sent out his Solosis when I sent out Goldeneye. A single Water Pulse is enough to take it out. Next was his Gothita, where I sent out Dig Dug. X-Scissor took it out easily. Where's that cocky attitude now?!

Next up was Hattena. I decided to make Child Safe's battling debut. I decide to start with Focus Energy to have a high Crit move. He talks about how it's not every day he fights me, so he decides to try out a "new move." He uses Psybeam. I guess he forgot. Unfortunately, he did confuse me. I decide to roll the dice and successfully land Shadow Ball. His last Pokemon is a Galarian Ponyta. I keep Child Safe in. Fortunately, she snapped out of confusion and OHKOd with Shadow Ball.

Bede was mad he lost and made the excuse that I showed a little effort, so he "let" me win. He says he must take back his words. I'm not weak, I just lack talent-I would kill this man if no one was nearby. I move forward through the mines while mumbling to myself how god awful Bede is.

Near the end of the Mines, I found some Yell Grunts. They asked if I'm part of the Gym Challenge, and they wanted to battle me. They were actually really polite about it. Hop jumped in and complimented me for getting fans already. One if the grunts tried to make Hop go away since he and I were in the middle of a conversation, but Hop refused. How rude. Hop, you're agitating them. Stop. Aaaand now they wanna fight both of us. Thanks a LOT, HOP.

You are challenged by the Team Yell Grunt and the Team Yellow Grunt!

They send out Linoone and Thievul while I send out DigDug and Hop sends out Wooloo. Linoone and Thievul both outspeed and target Wooloo, knocking it out. I use X-Scissor on Linoone and OHKO it. Hop sends out Corvisquire and Plucks the Pancham that came out. Theivul uses Snarl, Dig Dug dodges it and Corvisquire gets hit. Dig Dug OH-KOs Thievul with an X-Scissor and Pancham uses Low Sweep on Corvisquire. I heal up with a Super Potion while the opponent's Liepard uses Fury Swipes on me. Corvisquire uses Leer while Pancham uses Work Up. Liepard Furu Swipes Corvisquire and I KO it with X-Scissor. Corvisquire uses Pluck and KOs the Pancham.

Team Yell leaves quietly once beaten. Hop congratulates me on winning and moves forward. I follow Hop and we spot Kabu talking to the Yell Grunts. After a little, they leave. Kabu spots us and recognizes us as the trainers endorsed by Leon. He tells us that he was training so our match will be perfect. He tells us that it's late, so we should head forward to Motostoke's Inn to rest up so our battle is good. We leave the Mine and make it to the Motostoke Outskirts. Hop runs for the Inn and leaves me behind. I look into the grass and found an Impidimp. A single Dusk Ball caught him and I named him Troll. I made it to Motostoke and headed for the Inn.

Tomorrow is another Gym Battle.

Pre-Gym Team:

Child Safe the Drifloon.

Status: Alive

Level: 27

Item: Sharp Beak

Ability: Unburden

Nature: Bold

Moveset: Shadow Ball, Gust, Focus Energy, Stockpile

BroBro the G-Slowpoke.

Status: Alive

Level: 27

Item: Leftovers

Ability: Gluttony

Nature: Adamant

Moveset: Zen Headbutt, Headbutt, Bulldoze, Yawn

Dig Dug the Drilbur

Status: Alive

Level: 27

Item: Silver Powder

Ability: Sand Rush

Nature: Brave

Moveset: High Horsepower, Crush Claw, X-Scissor, Hone Claws

Vee the Flareon

Status: Alive

Level: 27

Item: Silk Scarf

Ability: Flash Fire

Nature: Adamant

Moveset: Bite, Double Edge, Ember, Tail Whip

Princess the Steenee

Status: Alive

Level: 27

Item: Rose Incense

Ability: Oblivious

Nature: Naughty

Moveset: Magical Leaf, Razor Leaf, Rapid Spin, Sweet Scent

Goldeneye the Drizzile

Status: Alive

Level: 27

Item: Mystic Water

Ability: Torrent

Nature: Modest

Moveset: Water Pulse, Whirlpool, Swift, Tearful Look

#nuzlocke #pokemon shield #drifloon #dwebble #pokemon bede #wimpod #impidimp #long post

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savebatswingaus · 3 months

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Birds of a feather, um, are friendly forever?? - Hareta x Jun wing au

Fic bellow the cut and in the link in the title! :3

Summary:

Jun and Hareta are in love, and they also happen to have wings!

Notes:

Cws: Falling from a far way up, nothing bad happens and it’s not from his perspective, but I thought I should mention it. Also sorta dirty jokes. Words: 6,675 If this is out of character, no it’s not. (It- it is.) Also the pacing is… well it sure is something! I can tell you that much! Wing AU makes me happy. :) DPA makes me happy. :) Put them together and you get a big mess that makes me super ultra happy! :D (And I DO mean a mess. This thing might not make any sense at all lol.) Also if the ship is forced I literally do not care. I love these two and I don’t think they have ANY ship content yet. I tried to make the transitions between the POVs smooth but it might just be confusing, sorry!

Hareta was grinning as he floated above the trees, supported by the surprisingly strong tendrils of a Drifloon. “Take that Koya!” he thought, remembering a conversation he and his ‘rival’ had had a week or so ago, “I don’t need to be a fighted bird to fly!” Apparently sensing his positive emotions, the Drifloon trilled happily.

Hareta laughed and swung back and forth a little, his wings flapping uselessly behind him. “Are you having fun bud?” He asked, tilting his face upward to watch as the Drifloon nodded. (It’s eyes momentarily closed in an expression of joy.) “Not a lot of people like to take you out for a flight, huh?” Asked Hareta, sort of absentmindedly turning his gaze back to the ground.

As the Drifloon responded (jolting up and down a few times as it aggressively nodded), Hareta watched the far away trees. There were lots of flying types (including the normal birds and the more rare non-Pokemon birds), as well as a couple of people sitting around in the upper branches. Hareta removed one of his hands from the tendrils and waved down at them. (As he could clearly see some of their small faces tilted up to watch him.)

He zoned back into the conversation just in time to catch the gist of what Drifloon has been saying.“You like the exercise, huh?” He mused, putting the arm back in a slightly different position (hoping for a better grip on the Pokemon.) For a moment he paused, but quickly continued with a nod, “I mean, if I’m hanging onto you all the way up here, you must be getting quite the workout!”

The Drifloon trilled with laughter and Hareta found himself joining it.

“To be honest,” he admitted, referring to the constant tensing his arms had to do to keep holding on, “This is also quite a workout for me as well.”

The Pokemon nodded, and Hareta found himself bobbing up and down in the air. Even though the wings on his back were more akin to flippers than anything else, the wind felt oddly natural in his hair.

The Pokemon whistled a response to him, something about how fun a nice exercise could be, and Hareta found himself agreeing. “Finally!” He laughed, adjusting his arms once again, “Someone who gets it!” The Drifloon trilled once more, swinging itself in a little celebratory spin, clearly thrilled to be having a real conversation with someone who wasn’t another Pokemon.

It was fitting, then, that it was in the midst of this spin that Hareta spotted Jun flying up to meet them. (Hareta blinked as an odd fluttering filled his chest. Jun’s wings looked just as beautiful as ever.)

Pushing away the odd feeling, Hareta shook his head. “Hi Jun!!” he called, hoping that the Drifloon wouldn’t become too stressed and explode (it had happened once before), “Nice of you to join me up here!”

Jun laughed as he glided the rest of the distance. (Watching as Hareta whispered something to the Drifloon.) But he found that he didn’t have to wonder what the words had been as the Pokemon turned obediently, letting Hareta get a better view of Jun. “You tried catching that thing yet?” Jun asked, having to yell as to keep a safe distance from the highly volatile Drifloon.

Hareta shook his head and smiled up at the Pokemon, “He says he doesn’t want to have a trainer quite yet,” the Drifloon trilled and Hareta looked back at Jun, an oddly serious expression on his face, “He wants to wait until he to evolves on his own.”

“And how’s that going for you?” Asked Jun, flapping a little bit closer (but still minding his wingtips), “How close do you think it is?”

Hareta paused for a moment, looking up at the Drifloon and frowning slightly. The Drifloon looked back down at him, making a slight whistling noise like that explained everything. Hareta, of course, nodded like he understood it. (Which, to be fair, he did.) “Just a few more levels,” Hareta smiled in that particular way of his, “If it keeps carrying me around like this it could evolve any day now.”

Jun felt his face shift into an expression of surprise, but ignored it. “They can level up just by carrying you?”

Hareta swung back and forth a little bit. “Well, he’s not really supposed to be able to carry me right now,” he said, referring to the lack of ‘fly’ in the Pokemon’s move catalog, “So it’s just like working out!”

Jun shook his head, confused. “Drifloon… work out?”

The Drifloon trilled again and Hareta laughed like he had just been told a really funny joke. “This one does!” Hareta said, his smile oddly soft looking against the mess of his hair, “He doesn’t really like battling all that much.”

But right as he was about to open his mouth to respond to that, Jun felt a sudden gust of wind sweep through the sky. He squeezed his eyes shut instinctively, hoping not to have debris blown into them. (Unfortunately though, this came just in time to miss the Drifloon twirling just an inch too close-)

“Ack!” Hareta yelped suddenly, clearly seeing where the wind was taking him, “Jun back up!” Jun snapped his eyes back open, attempting to back up in the air.

But it was too late. (Drifloon were quite conscious of their space, which was to say that they didn’t much like other creatures touching them.) Hareta may be an exception to this particular Drifloon, but Jun was not, so when its soft purple body was nearly smacked out of the air by a stray wing flap, it reacted just like any normal Drifloon would. By exploding.

Immediately Jun slammed his wings against the air, aware that while the Drifloon would be okay, he might not be able to take such a close range explosion. Thankfully though, Jun’s wings were strong enough to just barely get out of the explosion range. (The scent of burnt tail feathers chased him as he tried to locate Hareta’s path of freefall.)

By now, the people in the trees were surely rushing up to catch Hareta, but Jun knew that it was unlikely for someone to catch him before the momentum of the falling boy would take them out of the air as well. So immediately when he spotted him, falling like a tiny comet towards the tree cover, Jun sprung into action. (Of course by doing what any flighted friend would do, he dived.)

In just a second the wind was whipping past him, tearing at his hair as he struggled to fold his wings into the proper position to dive. (He was a Staravia after all, which were not generally known for their diving skills.) Normally this sort of perfect form would take two or three tries, but in the terror of the moment, it only took a second.

Maybe it was that Hareta’s eyes looked uncharacteristically afraid, or maybe it was the terror of imagining him hitting the ground, but Jun dove at record breaking speeds.

Thinking quickly, he shot right past Hareta, swooping under him and bracing his wings for the impact that he knew was soon to come. (And, just as he expected, the back breaking thump nearly knocked him out of the sky.)

Hareta yelped like a kicked Growlithe, and Jun found himself just a hair away from spinning out of control. (It was just like him not to actually catch Hareta in his arms, instead opting for the entirely impractical and extremely dangerous ‘piggyback’ catch.) “Hold on!” He managed, barely avoiding another person as the two dexholders spun across the sky.

He felt just like a dragon type Pokemon in a drama movie.

His wings were barely doing anything to slow their fall (what with Hareta blocking most of their movement), and the spinning was beginning to make him too dizzy to properly aim the few wing beats he could manage.

But something made him hold it together.

If he was asked about it later, he would surely make a joke about all the pretty ladies watching him (just waiting for a ‘ride’ of their own), or make it a point about his own safety, but if he was being serious, it was something else. (And oddly enough, it didn’t even feel like saving a friend. …he hoped it didn’t have to do with that odd attraction he had begun feeling just a few days earlier.)

Either way, something (Jun couldn’t quite force himself to place it yet), forced him to straighten his wings into a glide, and something definitely made him feel all soft and warm when Hareta let out a quiet sigh of relief.

He geared up for an awkward landing, feeling Hareta brace himself against his back in the event of a crash, but managed to slow enough to dump his friend only slightly unceremoniously into the treetop. (Hareta managed to get a grip on a branch fine enough though, even with the slightly burned Drifloon in his arms.)

Out of the corner of his eye, Jun watched as a couple of trainers rushed to catch up to them (probably so they could ask if he and Hareta were okay), but Jun found himself not caring. “Are you alright?” He asked, choking on a cough in the second half of his question.

Not to his surprise, Hareta laughed. “Just great!” he responded (though Jun knew him too well to miss a crackle of pain in the edges of his voice), “Thanks for catching me!”

Jun forced a worried chuckle, and, not so subtly looking Hareta up and down for injuries, he answered, “Any time man.”

Hareta tilted his head and blinked at him, and Jun found himself wondering if those brown eyes could see right into his heart. He blushed slightly. He really hoped they couldn’t.

“I really am fine though,” Hareta said, pushing himself to a standing position on the upper branch of an oak and shaking the leaves out of his hair and piplup feathers. A worried expression flashed across his face as he glanced down at the Drifloon in his arms. “This poor guy might need a trip to a Pokemon center though.”

Jun nodded, but didn’t get a chance to respond as the other trainers caught up to them.

“Oh Arceus-!” One of them yelped, her hair blowing all across her face as she came in for a landing. (Jun recognized the blue and white wings of a Swellow bursting out behind her.) “Are you guys okay?!”

“Just fine, thank you,” Jun said politely. (Hareta nodding and grinning behind him.)

“That’s a relief!” The girl sighed, just as another couple of trainers swarmed them.

In the end, it took them over fifteen minutes to even get out of the treetops, what with all the people asking them if they were really actually okay. (It wasn’t like Jun didn’t appreciate the gesture, his brown and white tail feathers were quite singed, and his back did hurt fairly badly. It was just that Hareta was clearly very anxious about his Drifloon friend.)

“We have to take this Drifloon to the Pokemon Center,” he finally interrupted, gesturing to the Pokemon held tightly in Hareta’s arms, “If all of you could just back up a little bit…?”

The girl with the Swellow wings gasped like she hadn’t even thought of that, and scrambled back instantly. (And several of the others followed in her wake.)

“Thank you!” Hareta chirped, sounding like he was talking more to Jun than to the trainers as he dove under the leaves to get to the forest floor. So, after an awkward smile at those around them, Jun followed him. (Even if the branches caught quite painfully on his wings.)

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Maybe it was the awkwardness of almost dying a moment before, or maybe it was the fact that Hareta had just gone for a ride on Jun (albeit on his back), but the walk to the Pokemon center felt very long and very awkward. At least, to Jun it did. Hareta didn’t seem to mind very much. And so, with his calmness, it was very much to his amusement when the first words spoken were the all time classic, “...So… how’s that weather huh?” (Followed by a very very forced chuckle.)

Hareta laughed, happy to distract himself from the injured Pokemon in his arms, “I think it’s pretty good,” he answered, glancing at Jun out of the corner of his eye, “But I’m happy to be back on the ground.”

Jun cringed slightly, “Yeah, sorry it took me so long to get control,” He flexed a wing and Hareta watched as the brown and white feathers shone in the sunlight, “I’ve been a bit off my game recently.”

Hareta shook his head and shifted the Drifloon into one arm so as to pat Jun on the shoulder. “Don’t worry about it!” he smiled, trying not to think about the fact that he had to stand on tiptoes to properly reach Jun’s shoulder, “You still caught me right? That’s what really matters.”

“Yeah,” murmured Jun, looking down the path (the Pokemon Center was in view now), “I guess you’re right.”

He sounded unconvinced, like he really did feel bad about nearly dumping Hareta into the trees (a fall which likely wouldn’t have even scratched him). Hareta cocked his head to the side and stared at Jun, (hoping to Diagla that he would not trip over something while doing so.)

Normally Jun only paid that much attention to someone’s well being if they were a pretty woman… But maybe a pretty person could force him to amend that law a little bit.

Hareta felt his face flush and he snapped his head forward again. Now was not the time to get his mind all lost! He had a Pokemon center to visit, a friendly(ish) rivalry with Koya to finish up, and a Drifloon to evolve. (He had only recently felt the fluttering in his chest and realized that it was the product of a crush, and he honestly wasn’t very sure that he wanted it to be.)

It felt… odd.

Sure, he’d known Jun for quite some time now, and he had to admit that he was both a good Pokemon trainer and a very pretty man, but somehow it still felt strange to think about. He shook his head as the two passed the threshold into the town. It didn’t matter. He was still him, and Jun was still Jun, and they were still friends. And that was all they were.

He swore it.

…But he would have been stupid if he had thought that Jun wasn’t feeling a little weird too.

‘And why wouldn’t I be?’ Jun asked himself, sitting at a table at the Pokemon Center as Hareta took the Drifloon up to the counter, ‘Hareta’s my friend, and he nearly died! Of course I feel weird! That’s not a nice event to have to experience.’ He shifted his wings and turned to watch Hareta at the counter. He appeared to be in the middle of a ‘polite out’ with the nurse at the counter, and Jun felt his face flush.

‘Friend,’ he reminded himself, busying himself with preening his feathers instead of making his mind a mess and his heart super confused. (And hopefully not enough to hurt itself.)

He had only been preening for a few seconds (hardly enough to wipe his brain of the odd feelings it had been pushing onto him), before his plans were foiled. For, as he picked through his feathers hoping not to find too many burned by the explosion, he noticed Hareta walking over to him. He set his face into an uncharacteristically forced smile as he watched him sit down across from him.

“The Drifloon’s gonna take a few minutes to heal up,” he said, explaining why they were not leaving the Pokemon Center yet, “It hasn’t been caught yet so they can’t use the Pokeball healing machine for it.”

Jun nodded like all of that made perfect sense to him, and also like he hadn’t just been staring at Hareta instead of listening to him talk. (He felt like he was on the edge of a sexuality crisis, and he wasn’t so sure he was ready to admit that yet.)

Hareta sighed as he plopped down into the chair across from Jun, letting his light blue wings down at his sides, “I hope that he’s okay…” he murmured, causing Jun to pause in his preening.

‘Hareta never acts like this,’ Jun thought, folding his wings back up and stuffing a half burned feather into his coat pocket, ‘He must really be worried about that Drifloon…’

Hareta leaned back in his chair, and Jun watched as his wings squished out to either side of him. Blue and oily, they were perfect for a nice swim in an icey cold ocean, but nothing that could hold you in the air. (Not that it mattered of course, lots of people had lots of different wings, Hareta just happened to be a Piplup.)

Koya didn’t always seem to think so.

Jun bit back a growl, and regretted it the instant Hareta’s eyes fixed on him. They were pretty eyes, green and oddly bright, and Jun found himself profusely apologizing about the odd sound he had made. He hadn’t been growling at Hareta, he’d been just- annoyed about something! Yeah, that was it. Annoyed.

His heart stirred. Annoyance that was definitely not at all exasperated by other feelings.

But, dragging him out of the sudden embarrassment, Hareta just grinned at him. “Don’t worry!” he said, all too happily for someone who was worried just a few minutes before, “I didn’t think you were, I just wondered if I heard you right,” he laughed and twirled in his chair (which could spin apparently), “And I did!”

Jun smiled awkwardly, suddenly feeling slightly silly about his ridiculous excuses for the growl. Of course Hareta wouldn’t take it as a threat or an insult to him. They were great friends, and both knew that even though they were technically rivals, there wasn’t any bad blood between them. “Well, that’s good.” Jun said, leaning back in his chair and hearing a couple of joins complain loudly, “At least there’s that.”

Hareta nodded seriously and Jun felt a yawn coming on. Unfortunately though, Hareta (who was still spinning circles in his chair) asked, “Hey, Jun, are you okay?”

Jun blinked in surprise, his yawn half finished as he processed the question. (It had come quite out of the blue.)

Hareta stopped spinning to repeat himself, “You’ve been acting kind of weird all day,” he pointed out, “A-and you’re my friend, so I wanted to know if you were feeling alright…?”

He said it like a question.

Jun knit his eyebrows together and looked across the table to Hareta. He looked worried, and it really wasn’t like Hareta to stutter in the middle of a sentence, but that wasn’t what stuck out about the question to Jun. Instead, his brain was utterly short circuiting over the odd shift in tone when he had said ‘friend.’

Something about it reminded Jun of the way he’d been feeling.

A very long moment passed before Jun remembered that he had been asked a question, so he was left scrambling to answer in a way that wouldn’t seem odd.

Hareta blinked as Jun spoke. He sounded truthful, as he sputtered about how he was ‘really seriously totally feeling great’ and that he ‘must have been imagining it,’ but to Hareta, it still seemed like Jun was hiding something . (But he couldn’t quite place what that something was.)

He shook the musings away. “I believe you!” he laughed, interrupting Jun as he repeated himself again, “Don’t worry! I just wanted to check,” He smiled and watched as something in Jun’s eyes shifted. (That was weird, was he blushing?), “That’s what friends are for, right?”

Jun smiled, but it was slightly forced, and Hareta found himself inhaling rather sharply. Something about that was oddly… attractive? He squeezed his eyes shut and pushed his wings against the back of the chair. That wasn’t a thought he had expected to appear right then. Not in the slightest.

Fair as always (and clearly noticing what he had just done), it was Jun’s turn to ask him, “Right back at you bud,” he said, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Hareta felt like laughing (or maybe just admitting what he had been feeling), but before he could give any sort of answer to Jun, he heard the nurse’s voice from the desk. “Wild Drifloon for Mr. Hareta?” She called, “He’s all healed up!”

Hareta gave Jun a polite (and hopefully not at all rushed) smile before hopping out of his chair and sprinting up the small set of stairs to the counter. He felt sort of bad about running away before he answered Jun, but he had not been acting very rationally near him recently, so it was admittedly expected.

“Thank you!” He chirped, taking the Drifloon from the nurse’s arms (and watching her small white Blissey wings flutter at the complement) “You’re a great nurse!”

She laughed and waved him away, “Just doing my job!”

He grinned at her before skipping out the door (he knew that Jun was following him, so it was okay to leave.)

Immediately as he pushed open the door, his face was simultaneously warmed by the sun and chilled by the cold Sinnoh air. He found himself snickering slightly as Jun made a cute brrr sound as he met the air.

But before Jun could adjust to the cold (or worse, re-ask Hareta the question), the Drifloon shot out of his arms and spun around him, chirping happily. Hareta laughed, “You sure are happy to be up and free again, aren't you?”

The Drifloon nodded and offered one of its tendrils out to him, a determined expression not misplaced on its face. Hareta grinned and grabbed on, but before the two of them could take off, Hareta felt Jun’s hand on his shoulder. (Which was fair, even if his plan had been to take off without saying goodbye.)

His heart fluttered at the touch, but also jumped like a Froakie into his throat. He turned to face Jun just as breeze found its way through the path, sending both of their hair into fits and the Drifloon into a struggle with the air.

“Hey,” he said, somewhat awkwardly, (like he had just realized something), “Would you mind if I flew with you?”

Hareta felt his ears redden, but he shook his head no as a way to hide it. (And the Drifloon trilled in a way that showed it agreed, even as it finished up the last of its fight with the wind.) “I think that would be nice…” he murmured, surprising even himself with his quietness before regaining his energy as he yelped, “-As long as you don’t bump into me again!”

Jun rolled his eyes and laughed, pushing past him to get to a better taking off spot, “You bumped into me, idiot,” he laughed, “And besides, I’d catch you if you fell.”

Hareta found himself laughing along with him (even if the words made his face redden a little bit). He grabbed the Drifloon’s second tendril with his other hand as he shot back, “I know that Jun! You just did it a little bit ago, you know.”

Jun rolled his eyes again, and Hareta felt his feet begin to lift off the ground as Drifloon floated upward, “Good luck catching us!” Hareta called, covering for the blush that he was sure to be wearing at this point (Jun’s feathers were seriously beautiful, even though they were singing at the ends.).

Jun laughed, and Hareta had to force himself to look away as he took the turning leap into flying. (He was half sure he would turn into a Tamato berry if he did.) He was very capable, and even if the rest of his body was as skinny as a green bean, Jun’s wings were strong . Hareta envied him, yes, but it was also so much more than that.

He knew it already.

He had a crush on him.

Duh.

Jun found his brain short circuiting as he took to the sky. Yes, he was still focusing on the whole ‘take off’ bit, but his brain was just a teeny bit distracted by the realization that had just reached him. (Though it had been taunting him on the edges of his mind for quite some time now.)

He was really nice and super smart and- (Jun looked up and found himself staring at Hareta’s arm, which had to be quite strong to hold him under a Drifloon as comfortably as it did) very attractive. He bit his lip and felt a shudder pass down his spin, reaching his wingtips as they beat awkwardly to catch up to the Drifloon. (Which had gotten quite far into the air at this point, what with his distracted take off and all.)

He hadn’t even considered the concept of finding another guy attractive until just a week or two ago (back when this whole shudder of feelings had started), and here he was, finding his friend (his rival) attractive. Was that a bad thing? It felt like a bad thing.

“Hey Jun!” Called Hareta, his laughing voice slightly muffled behind Jun’s frantic wingbeats, “I’m over this way?”

Jun spun around in the air, his face flashing with embarrassment. (He had, in fact, passed Hareta and the Drifloon quite some time ago.) “Sorry!” He called, gliding over to them in a way that he hoped wasn’t too shaky, “I wasn’t really focusing…”

Hareta laughed and swung back and forth on the Drifloon (and Jun had to try fairly hard to not stare at his arms). “Don’t worry about it!” He chirped, “We all make silly mistakes sometimes,” here his face shifted, and Jun could have sworn he saw a smidge of embarrassment pass over it. But the moment quickly passed as he smirked at him, “You just happen to be very good at it.”

Jun gasped in an over exaggerated way, beating his wings twice and soaring towards them, “How dare you!” He said, sarcasm bleeding from his voice, “And right after I save your life too!”

Hareta laughed again, urging the Drifloon to speed up as he called back over his shoulder. “Yeah, like I would’ve died ,” he wiggled his wings, which normally sat folded against his back, “I’ve got wings, remember?”

Jun laughed as he caught up with them (despite his best efforts, a Drifloon couldn’t hope to outspeed a Staraiva who’d been flying his whole life.) He knew that Hareta’s wings couldn’t help him with flying any more than his arms could. (That’s just what happened when your mother had passed on her Piplup genes to you.) “Yeah good luck with that,” He chuckled, keeping his wings extended fully as he swooped above Drifloon, but careful not to let them get any closer than they had too.

Hareta looked up at him, and orange eyes met green as a gust of wind seemed to wake a question from the very heart of his being. “Hey,” Jun stuttered, not thinking as the air threatened to rip his words from his mouth, “You wanna go on a date?”

Hareta’s eyes widened, and Jun watched as his face immediately flushed bright red, hands slipping slightly on the hold of the Drifloon’s tendrils. Jun’s face immediately heated up too. (Why had he said that? WHY in Palkia’s name did he think that would be a good idea.) He smacked a hand to his face, beating his wings and lifting a bit away from Hareta.

“Sorry,” he stuttered, looking to the sky above him even as the two sliced through it, “I don’t know why I said that, I just-”

Hareta cut him off, watching as Jun’s wings shook against the air, “No-,” he started, gently urging Drifloon to lift slightly even as his brain threatened to explode on him, “It’s fine I just-,”

“Don’t like me?” Jun guessed, and Hareta could see that he was not looking at him, not one bit. “Uh,” he paused, as if remembering their friendship, “any more than a friend anyway?”

It was a question, and Hareta’s chest seemed to fill with downy fluff as he stared at him. (Assumptions could be wrong, after all. The hard part came in admitting this wrong.) “No, I meant that I-,” he cut himself off, looking down and watching as the world drifted by below them, partially obscured by a low cloud, “I do like you,” he murmured, his voice strangely soft. (Really it was a miracle Jun heard him at all, what with the rushing air that bit through the conversation. But even if it was a miracle, it was a miracle that had come true.)

“You-,” Jun’s voice was suddenly full of shock, “You do?!” He glided dangerously close before seeming to recognize what he had done, “I thought that-,”

Hareta looked back at him, seeing that both of their faces were still bright red, “Didn’t think about it?”

Jun nodded shakily, he really hadn’t thought about it, had he? (The concept of crushing on another guy was still new to him after all, and he had honestly assumed that Hareta didn’t like anyone. Besides, it hadn’t mattered to him until just a few days ago.) “Guess not,” he muttered, feeling his heart beat like it was in the place of his wings. He snapped his head back to Hareta, voice loud again as he spoke, “Not that I really assumed anything, I just-,”

Hareta cut him off again (that was happening a lot in this conversation), “Well,” he said, his face still red as he attempted to get back into the causal swinging he had been doing before, “I take you up on your offer,” He looked at Jun bravely (Jun was the one who had previously been on a date before, after all), “I’ll go out with you.”

Jun made a strange strangled squeak that made Hareta want to ask if he was okay, but before he got the chance, his friend (date? What was even going on?) folded his wings to his sides and dove towards the ground. Shocked by the sudden rush of feathers that shot by him, Hareta froze (and Drifloon looked down at him anxiously. He was clearly unsure of what to do).

But a moment later, the fear was resolved as Jun shot his wings out to the side, powerful muscles just outlined under dark brown feathers as they caught him. Was he celebrating? Running away? Rethinking all of his life’s decisions? Hareta didn’t know. With a touch of one of his wings, Drifloon began to descend towards him.

“Are you okay Jun?” He called down, his feet reaching just a bit above where Jun’s wingtips reached up to at their highest arch (but the distance felt much farther as he continued to glide), “We don’t have to go on a date if you don’t want to-,”

Jun shook his head violently effectively shutting Hareta up, “No,” he said, looking up over his shoulder the best he could without going into a spiral, “I want to, it’s just,-”

“-overwhelming,” Hareta answered, keeping his voice somewhat quiet as he watched Jun’s wings work the air, feathers just barely missing his toes. Jun nodded, and Hareta found himself lifting his gaze to the horizon. The sun was going down and an orange blow bathed them all. (Drifloon included.)

“Yeah,” Jun said, his voice half swept away by the force of the air, “But it’s an okay kind of overwhelming,”

Hareta smiled, but before he could even open his mouth to respond, a sudden shaking began to take Drifloon.) “What-?” He asked no one, too surprised to think to ask Drifloon what was happening out loud, but already reaching out for its feelings.

Those feelings screamed a need to evolve.

“Uh, Jun?” asked Hareta, his voice peaking nervously at the end of his sentence as Drifloon’s tendrils began to shrink and glow, burning his hands with a sudden heat, “You think you can manage catching me again?”

“Why would I need to catch-?” Jun started, but when he looked up at him, he understood. Drifloon was glowing with a white energy, and by the looks of the steam rising from Hareta’s hands, was also heating up rather incredibly. It was on the verge of evolving.

“Jun?!” came Hareta’s voice again, slightly panicked now, “Do you think you can catch me? Please?”

Jun nodded, and with one beat of his wings, he was at the same height as Drifloon, now hovering in one place as its body began to morph. He reached out to Hareta, but his fingers couldn’t quite bridge the distance. (His wings kept him from getting any closer, because even if it was about to evolve, Drifloon was still very serious about its personal space.)

“Okay,” hissed Jun, stretching his arm as far as he possibly could as he beat his wings, “Reach for it!” Hareta did just that, giving one last swing as he lept off of the Drifloon and into Jun’s arms.

For a second they were falling, but it was a warm feeling.

Jun was caught off guard and off balance by the sudden weight in his arms (a bit of a warning would have been appreciated), but he caught himself quickly. His wings worked the air, and with half closed eyes the two watched as the glowing shape changed, morphing into a much larger (and much more topheavy) ball of light.

Hareta was shaking slightly, and Jun could see the slightest hint of fluffed feathers on his wings, even under the oil that all Piplups had there. (And when Jun snuck a glance down at his hands, they seemed to be burned, red skin peeling slightly in the reddest places. Which explained the shaking.) And, well, he was so distracted by Hareta’s well-being that when he looked back up at the Pokemon, it wasn’t a Drifloon anymore.

“You did it!” Hareta cheered, swinging forward and tugging Jun through the air a little bit as he congratulated his Pokemon friend. Catching Jun off balance once more, “You did it!”

The Drifblim (because that’s what it was, a Drifblim) twirled in the air, its new tendrils swirling around itself as it chirped happily! (And seeing how much the two of them were enjoying each other’s company, it almost didn’t hurt that Hareta had forgotten to thank Jun for catching him.)

“That’s really cool Hareta,” Jun smiled, watching as his friend somehow scrambled onto the top of the Pokemon (he had literally jumped out of his arms), “I’m happy for you.”

There was an awkward silence as the two humans remembered the conversation that they had been having before the Drifblim’s evolution had interrupted them. “Well,” Jun said, his face suddenly red as he backed away, “I’ll just, happily await our meetup-” He turned, beginning to fly away but stopping in his tracks as Hareta’s voice followed him.

“Are you leaving?” Asked Hareta, surprised as he took a moment away from patting the Drifblim’s head, “We’ve hardly done anything yet!”

Jun shrugged, looking back over his shoulder and forcing himself to ignore the dark flashes on his own wings across his vision. “You seem like you want to hang out with your friend right now,” he smirked, turning a bit more towards him and winking, “But we can hang out later if you want.”

Hareta’s face flushed red, and Jun took that as his cew to leave, diving away as quickly as possible and leaving his friend to eat his dust as he dove under the tree cover.

As soon as he was out of view though, Jun let out a whoop of happiness, punching his fist into the air as he staggered through his landing. (A nearby Lass gave him a dirty look, but he didn’t care about what her or her Jigglypuff thought of him. He was far too excited for that sort of thing.) He spun a happy little circle.

It hadn’t really hit him until now, but even though he had just landed, he felt the most weightless and free that he had ever felt. (As if the brown Staravia wings on his back were nothing more than decoration.)

Confident in his walk, he headed down the route, knowing that the nearest Pokemon center would serve well to rest him for the day. (Or, at least, until Hareta showed up looking for him. …or more likely until Jun went looking for him , given that Hareta probably hadn’t seen quite where he went.)

Speaking of Hareta, Jun was right.

He was extremely confused, and Drifblim seemed no less so as the two of them watched Jun expertly weave down into the trees. (It was almost like the branches weren’t even there, letting his wings swipe right through without a second thought.) Like a needle thrown into a stack of hay, he was gone, and with him went Hareta’s composure. He gagged slightly as his stomach fought to put on a sudden gymnastics show in his gut when he realized what had just happened.

For one thing, Drifblim had finally evolved (and did that make it his Pokemon now? Wasn’t that what they had agreed on?), and for another, Jun had just asked him out on a date and then dipped not even fifteen minutes later! Not even an explanation of when and where said date was going to be! Hareta planted his hands firmly on Drifblim’s head and craned his neck to look at the ground, hoping to somehow catch a glimpse of Jun through the leafy green cover.

But he would’ve been stupid to expect to see him. (He couldn’t see through trees, that would be really weird!)

Ah. Whatever. He would worry about what was going to happen later, he had a Pokemon to congratulate! But as he cheered for his friend (and spun in the wind as it twirled happily), he found himself unable to focus fully on the task at hand.

His mind would just not leave Jun! It was like being asked out had broken the floodgates open and allowed all his feelings and thoughts to flood through the nearest town. And of course, he happened to be the only person in said town. The incoming tsunami of feelings threatened to drown him as he struggled to fight his way above them. (Which was weird, considering he was normally very good at swimming.)

Maybe he just wasn’t good at feelings.

Yeah, that was probably the case.

(Who was he kidding? That was obvious .)

As Driftblim chirped and rose higher into the sky, Hareta snuck a glance at the trees below him as they slunk away into the blur of his vision. Whatever happened, next, he hoped that the blush on his face would be extinguished. Though, if he was being completely honest with himself, he doubted that love was something that got rid of itself over time. He clutched a hand to his chest and turned his eyes to the sky, ignoring the burn from the sun in the corners of his vision. His hair blew in the wind, and even a few of his oily blue feathers flicked out of place in the strength of it, but he did not feel cold. Not one bit.

How could he feel cold now? When the warmth of innocent love shocked his whole body into shaking with excitement? When his face blushed a red nearly as bright as his scarf, even when he wasn't’ here to see it?

He threw his arms into the air and let out as loud of a ‘whoop’ as he could manage.

He finally felt free! How could he freeze?

Notes:

Hope you enjoyed! I now have to write for this ship until their tag becomes real!

#pokemon dpa #trainer hareta #trainer jun #wing au #pokemon dpa wing au #fanfic #focused #flying #absurdlyclingyshipping

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Wallflower: Chapter 19 - rEaD mE :)

Raihan x F!Reader

Disclaimer: Do not own Pokemon

Summary: You’re an unassuming Pokemon breeder who works at the nursery in the Wild Area and he’s Raihan, the fearsome gym leader of Hammerlocke who has more than a million followers. You don’t want anything to do with him but he’s…persistent.

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Lemon, smut, violence, language.

Extra note: this chapter is also messed up

rEaD mE :)

...

Drifloon has deposited the little girl in a strange world.

It looks around, seemingly confused. This new area they're in is eerily quiet and it resembles a cave of some sort... The pokemon turns to the girl, tilting it's head to the side. She's beginning to stir as she lies on the cold, hard ground. Perhaps this is her doing?

A profound darkness sweeps their surroundings but then a weak, tawny glow begins to dot the area and Drifloon sees that there are several glowing rocks on the wall which is the source of the light along with a strange, jellyfish-like being that has appeared from nowhere. It floats around and hovers near them, dancing around in the dark before it jostles closer. Drifloon watches it cautiously.

You watch silently as the little girl finally wakes up, looks up and around and realises she's far from home. Bringing her knees to her chest, she begins to sniffle and wail.

"Looker?" You call out, "Looker, are you here?"

"I'm still here. What do you see?"

"There's a Nihilego." You mutter.

"What's going on?"

You continue to observe: Nihilego floats near the little girl and the balloon Pokemon watches it warily. It tries to get closer but Drifloon stops it by hurling a ball of dark energy at it, prompting it to retreat - but only briefly. Nihilego comes back, determined to get it's human host and the girl begins to cry.

Drifloon continues hurling shadow balls at the creature and the girl keeps crying, her sobs growing louder and louder until a bright light suddenly flashes and you watch as a slit appears in mid-air, as though the very fabric of the universe is being torn open, a glitch in the matrix - and the slit widens and expands into a circle, revealing a clear blue sky within and a large spray of trees - it occurs to you that it is Ilex Forest.

Without wasting a further second, the exhausted Drifloon grabs the girl's arm and tugs her towards the portal as the Nihilego swoops down on them, its tentacles reaching for the girl. However, the portal closes in seconds and its prey disappears within, abruptly leaving the scene.

It was a close call.

Nihilego watches the empty space before it turns to you.

You're still here.

You stiffen on the spot, freezing up entirely.

"What's wrong?"

The creature begins to slink over towards your direction.

This can't be right.

Looker said nothing here can hurt you.

".......It's looking at me." You cannot explain it but you feel it is staring right at you, it can see you.

And it's coming closer.

"Looker, get me out of here!"

But nothing happens and Nihilego comes closer and closer and it lifts one of its thin, transparent tentacles towards you and -

...

Your eyes open in a snap as you jerk awake.

You've returned to the interrogation room. You're lying on the hypnotherapy chair with Looker and Hypno at your side. However, it doesn't stop the distress from overwhelming you; your heart begins beating frantically and your breathing grows laboured, your forehead covered in sweat.

"It's okay, you're safe now. Take deep breaths." Looker instructs as your panicked eyes meet his. "Breathe in."

You suck in a noisy breath, still trembling.

"Now breathe out."

You exhale as calmly as possible.

Looker does this breathing exercise with you until your breathing returns to normal and your pulse slows down and it takes a while but finally, you've tamed your racing heart and panicked state and you slump over the chair, exhausted. You look up and around the room, noticing that it's been roughly an hour since the session and you're surprised you were under for so long considering you thought it was a relatively short experience.

Also, the band on your wrist is pulsing fiercely with two lines dotting the small screen - one line is orange and other one is green. The green one must be reflecting your heart rate as it blips in a routine fashion whilst the orange line is incredibly erratic, going in all sorts of directions. Meanwhile, the polygraph which Looker mentioned earlier shows a convoluted zigzag pattern all over the white sheet.

Looker hands you a cup of water and a tissue and you thank him as you dab all over at your damp forehead. He asks, "Are you okay?"

"I...I think so." You mutter, gulping the water down noisily. He takes the cup off you and refills it.

"Take it easy." He mutters, handing you the cup once more as he returns to his chair whilst Hypno moves to sit on the stool, watching the two of you with its beady eyes.

"I saw it, Looker. I saw everything. It was Driffie."

"I know."

"And he took me to this weird place where I saw Nihilego - and it saw me. It was looking at me." You continue to mutter in disbelief. The tape is still recording, which you're all too aware of. "....I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I don't think I'm the missing child you're looking for."

Looker emits an inaudible sigh under his breath and throws his glance to the recorder on the desk. "...We've confirmed two possible theories though. That place you were in - there's a name for it - it's known as Ultra Deep Sea. It's the home of Nihilego. You've passed through an Ultra Wormhole. During the session, your energy levels spiked and the reading went off the chart. There's a practice called remote-viewing. If you've never heard of it before, it's not that well known or scientifically proven but essentially..."

"It's okay, I've heard of it and I know what it is."

Looker nods again. "Whilst you were under...although you were hypnotised, you made contact with Ultra Deep Sea. I believe that's why Nihilego saw you. Although you were viewing a past memory, you had crossed over." A brief silence spawns until he adds, "My theory is that your energy diverted you and Drifloon to a different dimension. You were also able to open a portal which deposited you in Ilex Forest."

"But how? I don't get it."

"It would seem to be because you were under extreme emotional distress." Looker mutters, "Your Drifloon protected you from Nihilego. I don't think he realises what he has done. Do you despise him for what happened?"

Despise Driffie? "I don't...I don't know."

"What are you going to do?"

You sigh heavily, holding your head in your hands. "...I don't know." You say through gritted teeth as your head begins to throb; you can't stress it enough.

The session's over now, so Looker thanks you for the time and for your cooperation. The session yielded very good results and interesting information which he'll send to the Bureau for examination and further study.

Whilst Looker recalls Hypno and begins tidying up, he says, "I'll talk to my superiors about this and get back to you. However, you need to be careful from now on. If we hadn't undergone the hypnosis, I doubt you would've known about your abilities. We've opened a door - one which we intend to keep shut."

"What do you mean?"

"The last thing we need right now are Ultra Wormholes opening and closing in Galar." Looker says, and you nod. "Keep the band with you at all times; it will continue to read your energy levels. Avoid anything that can and will inflict emotional distress. Things are going to be different from now on."

"Got it." You say; you really doubt anything will trigger you to undergo or experience the intense emotional distress that you felt when you were in Ultra Deep Space. "Bye Looker."

"Goodbye."

When you leave the room, you close the door behind you and turn round, spotting Raihan in the empty waiting area: he's slumped over a plushy seat with one hand stuck in his hoodie and Rotom in his other hand, scrolling through photos on his social media account until he senses your presence and looks up.

"Rai, what are you doing here?" You ask as you head over and stop in front of him.

He looks up at you with a wide grin, puts Rotom down but his phone chooses to float by his left shoulder. Reaching for your hand, he lifts your palm to his lips and you can't help but smile as he pecks the back of your hand and your knuckles with light, warm kisses. "Thought I'd come pick you up. How'd it go?" He murmurs, when he releases you to rub your palm gently.

"It was fine. I'm fine." You shrug casually but your face says otherwise; Raihan stares at you for longer than usual and you wonder what's wrong until you blink and something wet and warm trickles down your eye and over your cheek. "Oh..." You quickly lift a hand up, wiping at your face and the corner of the eye. "What's wrong with me....? I'm...I'm crying."

Raihan stands up immediately, reaching for you and pulling you into his embrace. "C'mere." He says, encircling his arms around you protectively. You're so small and tiny in his arms all of a sudden.

“Sorry...” You croak out as your vision becomes blurred with tears.

He chuckles, giving you a squeeze. ”Don't apologise, just let it all out...” Raihan murmurs as he hugs you tightly, patting you and rubbing little circles on your back.

You hug him in return as you're enveloped all over with his warmth and he presses his nose against the side of your head, nuzzling your hair affectionately. Squeezing your eyes shut, you begin sobbing and Raihan pats you on the head and strokes your hair soothingly. You can't seem to stop, sniffling and snivelling drearily in his arms.

He doesn't ask you what happened, he just hugs you and tells you its going to be okay, over and over again.

When you finally stop, he slowly loosens his grip and peers at you inquisitively. "...You okay?"

"Uh-huh." You choke out, nodding as you wipe your eyes.

Letting go of you, he cups your cheeks, plants a big kiss on your forehead. "Let's go."

You nod.

Once you leave Hammerlocke police station, you were planning to go to Raihan's place but when you see the massive gate, you decide to leave the city instead and sit down on the large stone steps of Hammerlocke that connects to the Wild Area, overlooking the magnificent green pastures. Your eyes are puffy and red and occasionally you'll still hiccup and sniff slightly but you're no longer crying. Raihan joins you, seating himself by your side and you both sit and stare at the vast grandness of the expanse.

You inhale deeply, closing your eyes as he watches you. Re-opening your eyes, you slide your gaze to the sky where you see a few Butterfree and Beautifly in the air until one of the Butterfree abandons the group, deciding to flutter towards your direction. You gingerly hold your arm out, reaching for it and it lands on your finger and looks at you. Raihan observes you quietly before lifting Rotom up and snapping a quick picture.

He switches the camera shutter to silence mode so the sound of the shutter won't scare the Butterfree away and takes a few shots of you with the butterfly pokemon before it flies away. You watch the Pokemon return to its group before you throw your gaze to the ground, bringing your knees to your chest.

You tell him everything that happened.

Although you're not sure where to start precisely, you tell him that Drifloon took you away. It took one moment where your mother and father took their eyes off you - perhaps for a few seconds or so - and you were gone but you didn't end up being spirited away, it turns out that you are a Fallerand you had somehow passed through an Ultra Wormhole and you ended up in Ultra Deep Sea. A Nihilego attacked but you were able to escape by opening a wormhole that brought you to Ilex Forest in Johto.

And then...obviously, you were found.

Raihan listens intently and it's a lot to take in; you wonder what his reaction might be but the more you spoke, the more you could not believe your own ears.

It sounds....unbelievable.

Raihan's holding your hand the entire time and he gives you an affectionate squeeze. "I'm sorry about Driffie. What'll you do about him?"

You hesitate before fishing out Drifloon's pokeball and you press on the button, releasing him. Drifloon appears, blinking at you and Raihan with his beady eyes. Standing up on the step to face him, you say, "I know what you did. You took me away from my family.... and if I continue to keep you, I...I-I can't forgive you for what you've done, I just can't - "

Inhaling a shaky breath, you mentally shake your head. Your fists curl at your sides as Raihan watches your interchange silently. "I'm releasing you; I don't want you anymore." You utter, "Go."

Driffie attempts to float towards you but you firmly stand your ground.

"I said go. Go on, get!"

The balloon pokemon shrinks away at the threatening tone of your voice and lowers its head. With his pokeball in hand, you toss it as far as you can, watching it vanish over the horizon. Driffie watches it sail in the air, blinking wildly before turning to you. "Floo....!"

"Get out of here! I don't want to see you ever again!"

Finally, Driffie stops.

You glare at the small pokemon and it turns round sadly and hovers towards the plains before he disappears from your view entirely; Raihan slowly moves to stand up beside you. You know what he's thinking - he's never seen this side of you before. You've never raised your voice, been angry. Not like this. Not towards a pokemon, no. You've always been so loving and caring. For a long time you stare at the horizon, wondering if Driffie would return.

He doesn't.

Your legs shake and you almost collapse if Raihan didn't catch you.

Tears build up in your eyes as you begin sobbing helplessly all over again and the dragon tamer helps you sit down with him and brings you into a hug, gently pulling you into his lap and wrapping your arms around your waist and you loop your arms around his neck in return and although you've embraced him many times before, this time you hold onto Raihan as tightly as possible as though fearing he would disappear. Raihan lets you cry it all out, rubbing your back and stroking your hair soothingly.

"He's gone," you croak out, wiping at your eyes. Your voice is hoarse and raspy. "Rai. Have I made a big mistake?"

Raihan looks conflicted; he can't give you a straight answer. "I'm so sorry, princess." He murmurs, threading his fingers through your hair and brushing some strands behind your ear before he presses his lips against your cheek.

"...Nothing's changed. I still don't know my real family and I still don't know where I come from."

"Maybe you're from a parallel dimension."

"...That's a bit farfetched."

"What if you're from that dimension your brother mentioned, where there's no such thing as pokemon?"

"No, I'm pretty sure there's pokemon where I'm from. I can't imagine a world without pokemon. It would be miserable, I bet."

He laughs and you feel his chest rumbling. "What if there's another you from another dimension somewhere out there and she's with a parallel mighty Raihan."

"Well...even in a different dimension, we're still together."

"Yep." Raihan presses another deep kiss over the curve of your cheek and the thought actually makes you happy. It occurs to you that he's trying to cheer you up so you force out a chuckle, "When's your next appointment with Looker?" He murmurs, as he continues smothering your jaw and cheek with kisses.

"I dunno; he says he'll be in touch. I've to keep this band on for the time being and make sure my energy levels don't go crazy or something bad might happen. Looker didn't say that but I got the feeling that was what he was trying to say. Who knows, maybe I'll end up opening an Ultra Wormhole by accident or something. I don't know." You say with a sigh, blowing some hair from your eyes before you turn to him and his lips press against yours.

He was aiming for the cheek but when your lips meet, he pulls back with a grin and then leans forwards once more, capturing your lips with his. You kiss passionately for a brief moment or so, until Raihan gently pries your lips apart and tangles his tongue with yours. Admittedly, you don't kiss enough with tongue so Raihan pulls you further into his chest, your mouths pressing harder together.

When you finally break apart, his grin widens as you sit in his lap, breathless. "C'mon, let's go. Let's go check out some beds."

You force yourself to smile, nodding. "Okay."

...

A few days later.

After bed-shopping the other day with Raihan at a department store in Wyndon, you had returned home, glancing at your little cottage house. Something just feels different but you can't quite place your finger on what it is and why. Perhaps it is a matter of perspective.

It's just you, Espie and Poliwag in the house now.

A day ago or so, you could not bring yourself to get out of bed. You found yourself wondering why you were alive and what was the reason why you were even here on this earth. You were suffering and in pain. You called in sick and took a few days off. You couldn't bring yourself to get dressed properly, comb your hair, wash your teeth or hair or face...you could not even eat or drink....and your Pokemon tried their hardest to bring you out of this depression and luckily you were able to snap yourself out of it. Your pokemon care for you and love you. You still need to train Dreepy; he's counting on you.

And you still have Raihan and your family. It would hurt them to see you like this.

Therefore, you pulled yourself out of bed the day after.

You've called mom and Glenn, informing them what happened and what you had discovered. They want to visit you in Galar but you reassure them countless of times that you're fine. You tell them you've released Driffie. It's a shame, they said.

You do miss Driffie, but what's been done has been done.

In an attempt to move on with your life and focus on other things, you call your friend's mother and ask about the progress of your friend's recovery. Your friend's mother tells you she is getting better and firmly believes that she will be waking up soon; her fingers twitch occasionally and she responds to her voice. You thank the heavens above that your friend is fine.

Also, you're going to move in with Raihan. You've arranged some time to talk to your landlord about your lease - you still have roughly a half year left on your contract and although you looked over the terms and conditions, you had wanted to speak to the landlord to clarify on a few things. You wonder if you can break lease early, but most likely you might get fined... unless you find someone who can take over.

Raihan's already ordered the new bed which will arrive during the weekend - it's a king-sized mattress, not too soft or too hard. You both had tested out a few mattresses at the store which was a fun experience and eventually discovered the one dream mattress that fitted both your needs. It was perfect for sleeping and for...well...you know, other activities.

You're really looking forward to moving in with him. Never in a million years did you think you would meet your partner whilst working abroad - and now you are going to live together too. You're aware that usually this can also test the strength of one's relationship because you never truly know what someone's really like until you live with them. Nevertheless, it's all very exciting.

You're going to attend one of Raihan's matches later on and then you will be meeting with him to buy some necessities.

You had spent all of last night on the phone discussing about things you'd be sharing from now on - it dawns to you that this is new to Raihan as well - but essentially you'll get the bottom shelf of the bathroom cabinet because he's tall and can reach the top shelf better. You'll sleep on the right side of the bed near the window and he'll sleep on the left near the door. You'll get your own cupboard and drawer in the kitchen where you can put your baking stuff. And he'll clear some room in the cupboard under the stairs so you can put the equipment you use for work inside.

You fondly recall how you had been chatting animatedly with him about what you'll do together on the weekends, how you'll spend your evenings and how you can both take turns cooking breakfast, lunch or dinner. Indeed, it's the life you've always dreamed of and a few years ago, you wouldn't have thought about these things...but having someone by your side and sharing things is very appealing to you.

It's almost time for Raihan's match so you grab the ticket he's given you and head out with Espie. The Corviknight taxi takes you to Hammerlocke in a matter of minutes and you approach the stadium, joining the massive queue of fans and tourists alike. The lobby is bustling - a huge number of people queue up for merchandise, taking photos with Ball Guy and various aspects of the interior of Hammerlocke stadium. It's even busier when you enter the stalls - you weave your way through the crowd and finally find your block.

Raihan's gotten you a front row VIP seat so once you show your ticket and the attendant allows you in, you realise you're sitting with all the hardcore, die-hard Raihan fans who have broke their banks for the chance to see their idol up close and personal; they are screaming and cheering for him, waving glow sticks and taking selfies with their friends and pokemon. The majority are female and as you hop down the aisle and find your seat, you notice a few girls stop chatting abruptly about their Raihan photo collection and stare at you; you think they recognise you and immediately, the entire row goes silent.

You don't pay them any attention; you sit down in your seat with Espie in your arms and wait for the match to begin, watching the large TV screen which shows a video of the Pokemon League and several replays of Leon's and Raihan's matches. Down below on the pitch and you see the cheerleaders have split themselves into two groups, practising a routine for the crowd whilst they wait. You fail to see Alicia, funnily enough.

"...Isn't that Raihan's girlfriend?"

"What?!"

"She's here??"

"Yeah, I think that's her..."

You don't respond to the conversation that's going on in the background. Let them talk. Who cares?

The stalls are slowly being filled up and once all seats are full and the match is about to start; suddenly the lights of the stadium go dim, bathing the audience in darkness until a few spotlights switch on and the cheerleaders cartwheel away and out of view as the referee appears - he's roughly Kabu's age, wearing a black and white striped jersey, matching shorts, socks and shoes; the crowd gasp in awe as the huge screen stops playing the Macro Cosmos endorsed videos and is stamped with the words: "Welcome ladies and gentlemen!!!"

The referee has a microphone taped over his cheek near his mouth, his voice amplified as he thanks everyone for coming, announcing loudly that the match is going to begin; he holds his arm up, gesturing to the left of the stadium. "Please welcome....gym challenger three hundred and sixty one!"

The crowd begins to go wild and you watch as the gym challenger appears, emerging from the dark corridor. It's a teenager in the gym challenger uniform, maybe....fifteen or sixteen years old. Although she's reached the final gym, she looks terrified.

The referee then announces Raihan, throwing his arm to the corridor in the right and the crowd goes insane. The fangirls in your block begin screaming for him and stomping on the floor, causing your row to shake violently. Espie clings onto you and folds her ears down in an effort to blot out the noise as Raihan finally appears and the cheering grows a thousand times louder in volume that you think your eardrums are about to burst.

You check if Espie's fine and she seems okay, so you avert attention to your boyfriend as he swaggers out to face off the challenger. Along the way he waves to the crowd before he takes a selfie and your heart thumps hard against your chest; you watch him stride across the pitch and smile widely to yourself for you are extremely proud of him.

Bringing Rotom out, you ask him to take some photos of Raihan for you. The dragon tamer also seems to be searching for you so you wave frantically with Espie meowing loudly, hoping to catch his eye. You hope he sees you and when he spots you in the stall, he gives you a wink.

A few girls behind you think he's winking at them and squeal with delight.

Raihan and the challenger arrive at the middle of the pitch and exchange a few friendly words of sportsmanship before they turn away, heading to their respective spots. The referee stands at a safe distance in the middle, glancing at the gym challenger and Raihan. With his whistle in hand, the referee tells both battlers to get ready - the TV begins a countdown, starting at three - and Raihan brings his Rotom out with a gentle smile, checking the little screen briefly before he lifts his arm and in a split second, his expression changes into a fierce one.

The fangirls scream wildly in response and the countdown is over; the message on the huge TV immediately switches to "You are challenged by Gym Leader Raihan!" and the referee blows on the whistle.

The match starts.

Raihan does his signature pose before he tosses two ultra balls onto the field.

He begins the battle with Gigalith and Flygon; Gigalith's ability whips up a sandstorm but the crowd is safe from the weather effects by a mysterious, invisible shield that protects the viewers whilst the referee, Raihan and the gym challenger are battered.

It's a tad hard to see and you wouldn't have known exactly what was going on unless the referee wasn't outlining the match with energetic vigour that keeps the crowd on their toes, full of nail-biting suspense. The TV also shows close ups from both battlers from various camera angles. The battle is tense but the gym challenger is prepared - she's brought a fairy type and a water type. Gigalith is quickly taken down after a few hits and Flygon is smacked around by a 'Play Rough' move courtesy of her Grimmsnarl. Flygon takes down the water pokemon and Raihan brings out Sandaconda, who quickly knocks out Grimmsnarl.

When both are down to their final pokemon, Raihan releases Duraludon and starts to Dynamax him but not before taking a quick selfie with the enlarged glowing ultra ball; it's the moment everyone's been waiting for as he tosses it high into the air. The fangirls alternate away from mindless screaming and cheering and begin chanting to a tune which you are all too familiar with, having watched so many battles online.

In fact, the entire stadium is lit up with this chanting and it encompasses the entire arena which is now bathed in a red glow as Duraludon re-appears, having grown to the size of a skyscraper (and looking very much like one too).

"Bring the storm! My partner will send everyone in the stadium flying!" Raihan yells, and it's his trademark quote which causes the crowd to erupt into a frenzy.

The gym challenger releases their pokemon - it's a Cinderace - and she dynamaxes it. It also grows to a gargantuan size that matches Duraludon and you watch as both pokemon whale blows on each other using G-Max moves until Duraludon's health is brought down to zero and he returns to normal size, collapsing over the pitch.

Raihan's expression falls as he recalls the fainted pokemon and the referee blows the whistle again, officially ending the match.

"Gym challenger three hundred and sixty one WINS!"

Raihan hangs his head low whilst the gym challenger jumps up and down with happiness and dances around with her Cinderace.

The fangirls seem sad too but soon the crowd returns to cheer and Raihan picks himself back up with Rotom grinning haplessly.

"...At least I still have my good looks." He mutters to himself with a pout, adjusting his headband over his forehead. The fangirls go crazy, squealing with glee.

Re-gathering at the middle of the pitch, Raihan shakes hands with the gym challenger and passes over the badge. You don't stay for the cheerleaders when they re-appear to celebrate the victory and watch as Raihan heads for the corridor whilst confetti and happy messages appear on the screen.

Leaving your seat with Espie, you quickly leave the stalls and take the stairs down to the 'staff only' area, showing your pass to a gym trainer who lets you through. You arrive at the dark corridor where you see Raihan leaning against the wall - he's been waiting for you - and you quickly make your way over.

"Rai!" You call out to him and he looks up from his phone, grinning at you.

"Hey, princess."

You hold your arms out but instead, he pulls you into his arms and crushes you into a tight embrace that would put a Bewear to shame and promptly lifts you off the ground, spinning you round in a circle before he settles you back onto your feet where he clutches you firmly and buries his nose into your neck, trailing kisses over your cheeks and lips. You can't help but giggle as he kisses you all over.

"I watched the match; it was amazing."

"But I lost."

"Aww, it's okay." You gently pat his head, smoothing down his hair before you pinch his cheeks gently, "You did a great job out there."

"The gym challengers are seriously keeping me on my toes. How can I keep up with Leon at this rate?" He mutters as you let go; he leans forwards and he smooches you, pressing his lips firmly over yours again and again.

"Perhaps you'd be interested in some EV training?" You suggest, "Then you'll be able to squash all of Leon's Pokemon with one hit."

"Nah, s'alright. If I did that, it wouldn't be fair on Leon and it wouldn't be fun either." He replies with a wicked grin. Scooping your hand with his, he kisses your knuckles swiftly. "Let's get outta here. I'm hungry."

"Sure, where'd you wanna go?"

"Hm, let me think about it. I gotta grab something from my locker first."

"Okay, I'll wait for you outside in the lobby." You reply, and he presses a quick kiss on your forehead before you split up.

Raihan heads to the locker room and you make a beeline for the exit until you spot the gym trainer from before who let you in, holding onto a white envelope. He looks a little troubled and as you pass him, he stops you in your path.

"Oh, uh...Excuse me." He says, "Are you Raihan's girlfriend?"

"Yeah, I am."

"Someone just came up to me and told me to give this to you." He hands you the envelope and you raise a brow as you hold it limply in your hands.

Turning it around, your blood turns cold when you see that the front is indeed addressed to yourself and it is stamped with the words: rEaD mE :)

Your eyes grow wide and slowly, you pry open the flap. Delving your hand inside, you pull out a single piece of paper which you unfold and there are instructions spelled in Unown, telling you that they have the DVD and you are to meet at the top of Rose Tower immediately. You are not to tell a single soul and you must come alone.

Or else.

Panic seeps into you all over. Fear grips you like ice and you reread the instructions a second time....you cannot believe it. It's deja vu all over again. And again, it's to do with the goddamn DVD. However, as you tremble and shake in horror, suddenly these feelings evaporate entirely, replaced with searing hot anger as you scrunch up the blackmail letter so tightly that your knuckles go white and your bones clench.

It’s happening again.

Why is this happening again?

You're about to use Rotom to call Looker.

But you stop.

No, this time you will deal with this on your own. Whoever it is and whatever it is they want, you simply don't care anymore. You have your pokemon with you so you are well-protected and you won't show any mercy.

You are sick and tired of being pushed around and you aren't going to let this pass, to let them get away with it.

Not this time.

The energy band on your wrists starts to blip intensely but you ignore it.

You tell the gym trainer to inform Raihan that you've got to leave due to an emergency and without further ado, you leave the stadium abruptly and hail a taxi. You don't want Raihan to worry or get hurt because of you. You'll deal with this quietly and quickly.

When the Corviknight taxi arrives in Wyndon, you enter Rose Tower without further ado and although a staff member comes up to you, asking a polite 'How can I help you?', you tell them someone is expecting you at the top of the tower and they seem to understand, allowing you entry to the lift.

You enter, watching the lift doors close behind you and it begins to chug up to the top floor. You clutch onto the strap of your bag firmly, your knees quaking. You can't help it. Your stomach does numerous flips, the back of your throat is dry. The lift finally arrives at its destination and the doors slide open, revealing the same outdoor arena you had once set foot on with Raihan, although on this occasion the dragon tamer is not with you.

You step inside and there are two familiar figures within: it's Alicia and Raihan's ex-girlfriend.

You’re not totally shocked to the very core that they are the ones behind this. You always knew they were up to no good and they disliked you so the fact that they are the ones responsible doesn't really make heads turn. This is it, probably. The final confrontation. You will tell them to leave you alone right here and now. You storm over, stopping a short distance away and you give them beady looks whilst they stare you down.

Raihan's ex speaks first. "I didn't think you'd come."

You notice Alicia's Rotom phone is facing you with a little light on. Holy crap, are they...are they recording this???

You ignore the phone for the time being. "Where is it?" You demand angrily, having successfully stamped down the fear and nervousness and you're able to control your voice; you don't stammer or at stutter at all and your energy band blips again.

"Oh? Not so timid now, are you?"

"Answer the goddamn question."

Raihan's ex isn't fazed by your newfound hostility considering the last time you spoke, it was all rather genial. She dips her hand into her bag and pulls out a shiny, flat disc. "You mean this?"

"Hand it over." You growl, "I'm not in the mood for any games."

"I'll hand it over if you do something for me in return."

"You want me to break up with Raihan, don't you? I know you messaged him. Why are you doing this? I thought he already told you this - he doesn't want you," you bark and her face goes a funny colour in response. "And you don't deserve him."

"It's not like you deserve him either." She quips back.

It's because of the DVD that this is happening so honestly, you could just walk away from this. "Do you know what? Just do it. Just upload it online. See if I care, because I clearly don't and neither does Raihan. You don't scare me, neither of you do."

There's a brief silence and Alicia throws a quick glance at the ex worryingly. "Maybe we should - "

"Shut up." The ex snaps, crossing her arms. Her expression turns dark but then her lips curl into a cruel sneer. "Fine then, maybe I will. And I'll also tell everyone that you're adopted, that you were abused when you were a kid and that you were bullied in school, that you're nothing but a loser. I'll dig up every single dirty little secret you have and make sure it goes public."

Your fists curl. What the fuck. What the actual fuck. How does she know this, how did she find out???? You cannot fathom and as she smirks, you begin to seethe with rage. You are enraged, flush with anger. But at the same time, you are also panicking deep inside.

"...Is she having a mental breakdown?" Alicia mutters.

"Who cares, you're getting this on camera, aren't you?"

"Yeah."

You begin to find it hard to breathe, your mind racing frantically and your heart cannot pounding so hard it hurts - and they notice, laughing at your reaction. They're recording this too. Why is this happening? Should you fight her? With punches and kicks? No, she's not alone - you're unlikely to get the upperhand although you want to strangle the wind out of her if you could. Hell, you could get your pokemon to attack them but that's a criminal offence. Realising that you have no advantage here, you find yourself at a loss and you're reduced to a quaking mess again, sick to the stomach.

As you despair, the band on your wrist beeps louder and louder and the orange line is spiralling out of control; it's at the peak, quivering violently as the reading begins to go off the charts, the band cannot keep up as you become lightheaded and dizzy and you drop to the ground.

Suddenly, their laughter stops.

Instead, they're now adamant in staring wide-eyed at something behind you.

Turning round, a slit has appeared in mid-air.

...

Meanwhile.

Looker sits in his office in Hammerlocke Police station, going over the transcript of the hypnosis session.

She had described Ultra Deep Sea in-depth. She had even seen a Nihilego. Looker rubs the bottom of his chin as he reads the final part: the Nihilego had seen her during the session. He has a bad feeling about this so he goes to one of his briefcases and opens it. There's only foam inside, cushioning a single pokeball and a folded piece of paper.

The label on it says: "Type: Null - Property of Macro Cosmos."

Looker takes out the paper and unravels it, revealing that it is now property of the Bureau, having been confiscated. He glances to where his signature is along with the print where it details that Type: Null is under Looker's protection. Contemplating to himself, Looker reaches for a small bottle of correction fluid from a tub on the desk and carefully removes his name.

Once it dries, he picks up a pen and writes her name in his place.

Nodding to himself, Looker folds the paper back and pats the pokeball. "You'll be in good hands." He says.

Suddenly, his Rotom phone beeps loudly and he glances over. "Bzzzrt, abnormal energy level detected from zzzubject zzzixteen!" Rotom cries out.

His brows furrow at once. "Whereabouts?" Looker demands as he gets up from his seat, grabbing his coat off the hook and donning it. He picks up his suitcase too, packing in some of his equipment.

"It'zzz coming from Rozzze Tower in Wyndon."

"Thanks, Rotom. Let's go check it out."

Looker hopes he's not too late.

...

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Master List of All My Blogs and the Tags I Use For Them

So I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time, since I want to have all my stuff organized and in one place. In this you’ll find a list of all my blogs, as well as the tags I use for each blog, along with other things I feel are important (in relation to each blog, that is). Little disclaimer: this post is really long.

Jak and Daxter Shitposting

Tags:

#jak and daxter

#jnd --Serves the same purpose as the above tag

#precursor legacy

#tpl --Serves the same purpose as the, ‘#precursor legacy’ tag

#jak 2

#jak 3

#jak x

#jak 2 spoilers

#jak 3 spoilers

#not jnd

#reblog --Self-explanatory

#shitpost

#jnd shipping --All of my shippy posts will have this tag; mostly for people who aren’t really into ship-related content so they can filter out the tag if they want

#jakiera --Kiera x Jak posts

#ashejak --Ashelin x Jak posts

#ashetorn --Torn x Ashelin posts

#daxtess --Daxter x Tess posts

#jnd quotes --Quotes that are either taken word-for-word, or paraphrased from one of the games

#veganangst rambles j&d --Literally me rambling about the series

#my jnd experiences

#jak

#daxter

#ashelin

#kiera

#tess

#baron praxis

#erol

#errol

#flock off --Posts having to do with Pecker, since I don’t want to tag any of my posts as, ‘#pecker’

#jnd discussion

#va4 announcements --Usually important news having to do with me and/or the blog itself

Ships/Pairings (Ships that are crossed out are my NOTPs):

Jaxter

Jakiera

AsheJak

Ashetorn

Daxtess

Bio:

So, I’ve been into this series for a little over 12 years at this point, and needless to say, it was literally my childhood. When I turned seven years old, I got my first gaming system -a PlayStation 2- and the first video game I ever owned, Jak 3.

So I fell in love with the game, and I of course sought to own, and play, the whole series (when I was first playing the games, I played the third, fourth, first, and then the second game, in that order). When I was about nine some things went down that caused me, along with my brothers, to have to move out of state to live with our grandparents, thus forcing me to leave my PS2 behind.

So for about eight years I've been waiting to play the games again, and of course, I lost my mind when I heard that they were being ported to the PS4. They're literally the only reason I bought a PS4 to begin with! I've played all the games in the series except for Daxter and The Lost Frontier (the latter of which I'd only found out about last December, thanks to Wikipedia), but weirdly enough I couldn’t remember much of anything about the games after a year or two of not playing them (until I started playing them again in December 2017, of course!).

Currently, I’ve completed the whole trilogy, as well as X. I'm more than open to discuss any of the three, so feel free to chat with me about them!

Sly Cooper Shitposts

Bio:

I got into the Sly series somewhat recently (July 3, 2018). Since then, it’s been one of my favorite series, and one of the only series I play. I don’t really have much else to add here, other than this: if you’ve never played these games, either play them or watch a let’s play (play them if you can though). The entire trilogy can be found on Playstation Now if you have a PS4 and don’t want to hunt down a PS2 and all the games just to play them.

Ratchet & Clank Shitposting

Bio:

Like the Sly games, I got into this series pretty recently (March 26, 2018). At the time I was looking to try out some PS2-era franchises similar to the Jak and Daxter series, which is why I initially tried these games out. My first R&C game I played was the 2016 reboot, and while the humor, characters and all that weren’t the best, it was really fun to play and got me wanting to play the older games. After a couple months or so I played some of the earlier games on PSN (Quest for Booty, Crack in Time, and Into the Nexus) and enjoyed them a LOT more than the reboot overall (mostly CiT though, since although I played QfB I didn’t especially care about it, and I enjoyed the intro for ItN a lot but got bored with it).

Hamilton Shitposts

Tags:

#not hamilton

Bio:

I’ve known about Hamilton since mid-2016 (thanks to a former friend of mine), but I actually kind of hated it for a while, because of said friend (let’s just say that she constantly shoved Hamilton content in my face without properly introducing me to the musical first).

It wasn’t until last December (December 2017) that I finally got interested in the musical. My brother who lives out-of-state was visiting for the holidays, and he literally blasted Alexander Hamilton and Non-Stop in the house several times during his stay. After listening to them a few times I actually really liked them (especially Non-Stop), so when I got some free time (sometime on 1/14/18, since of course I still remember the exact day I got into Hamilton), I decided to listen to the whole musical, and I loved it.

Now pretty much all I listen to is Hamilton. I know I’m going to say this at the end of all these other bios, but seriously, if you want to talk to me about Hamilton, message me.

Guardians of the Galaxy Shitposting

Tags:

#not gotg --Not Guardians related, but you should probably still see what it is

Ships/Pairings (Ships that are crossed out are my NOTPs):

Starmora (My OTP)

Roquill

Drax x Mantis

Bio:

So to start off, I thought I’d just say that I’ve only ever watched the films, but I have read a tiny bit of the comics as well.

I got into the franchise in early June last year (2017) when I saw Guardians 2 with a friend, and let me tell you, I really wanted to see it, despite not caring about the series at all. If I didn't care about the series at the time, why did I want to see the movie so badly? Well, let's just say that I only wanted to see it for that sweet, sweet "plot" if you know what I mean. 👀 I also just needed something to distract me at the time, since I had been going through some really difficult stuff around that time (I plan on making a post about what happened at some point, so if I do, then you’ll be able to find it here). Once it was over I fell in love with the characters, and the franchise overall, since the second film had not only far exceeded my expectations, but it also helped me cope with the bad stuff that had happened to me not too long before.

Feel free to discuss the series with me, since I’m usually more than happy to talk about it. Thanks in advance!

Ace Attorney Shitposts

Tags:

#not aa

Favorite Characters (Characters that are crossed out are characters that I don’t like):

Apollo Justice

Bio:

I’ve been into this series for about two... actually, almost three years now! (where has all that time gone?).

My brother actually got me into this series! I watched him play Rise From the Ashes one night (I think it was somewhere around March 2015), and I was kind of interested in trying it out after that (although I kept my mouth shut about wanting to try it, since I was really self-conscious about trying new things at the time).

I didn’t get to actually play Ace Attorney until mid-June that year, when my brother one day shoved his 3DS in my hands, telling me to play First Turnabout. After playing through the whole case, I got obsessed, and I was also really excited, since he was going to buy the trilogy for me on our Wii (he didn’t live with us, so he couldn’t let me play the games on his DS). I didn’t officially get into the series until July 2nd that year, which is when I started playing the trilogy on our Wii.

I completed the first game in three days, and I was obsessed with Ace Attorney for about a year and a half after that (I think that’s the longest that any obsession of mine has ever been my, “Main Obsession”). I also had a huge overblown crush on Phoenix most of that time (which is surprising in hindsight, since I couldn’t care less about him anymore).

I’m now just a casual fan of the series, and I’m down to discuss Spirit of Justice any time (since it’s my favorite game in the series), but I don’t really care to discuss the others (not usually, anyways). So anyways, thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy my blog!

Pokémon Shitposts

Tags:

#not pkm

Favorite Pokémon (Pokémon that are crossed out are ones that I don’t like):

Vanilluxe

Incineroar

Crobat

Zweilous/Hydreigon

Gastrodon

Skorupi

Magnezone

Scolipede

Glalie

Most of the Fossil Pokémon, honestly

Rayquaza

Kyurem

Zygarde

Charizard line

Talonflame

Swampert line

Decidueye

Greninja line

Mimikyu

Bio:

I’ve been into Pokémon for as long as I can remember. I know that I’ve been into it for at least 13 years, but I feel like I’ve liked it for much longer.

I didn’t start to really obsess over it until the age of 11, after getting Explorers of Sky for my birthday (one of the Mystery Dungeon games). Once Gen. 5 had started, I only got more into Pokémon. I mostly collected the cards, but I did also play a lot of Rumble Blast. And let me just say, I was honestly so into the TCG, that it was kind of unhealthy.

I lost interest in the franchise for a little over a year, starting at the age of 13 (thanks to My Little Pony), but once I stopped liking MLP, I just went right back to obsessing over Pokémon, but with a bit less emphasis on the cards, and more on the games (Who am I kidding? I was still immersed in the TCG world at this time! Just, not quite as much as before).

After about a year of being addicted to Pokémon (again), I started to become more of a casual fan of the series, turning my interest towards other things (i.e., Ace Attorney and Steven Universe).

It wasn’t until I started playing Sun (a month after it released) that I started obsessing over the franchise (for the third time). I became a casual fan again soon after finishing the game, which was somewhere in early March of 2017.

Currently, I’m just a casual fan of the series (aside from my several characters, who I’ve had around for three years at this point). I can’t really suggest you trying to discuss Pokémon with me, since I am just a casual fan nowadays (Unless if you want to know about my characters I mentioned!). Thanks for reading!

Miscellaneous:

Favorite generations: Five and two

Favorite types: Ice, Rock, Electric, Ground, Steel

Favorite Pokémon throughout the years (from oldest to my current favorite):

Pikachu

Drifloon

Cyndaquil

Oshawott

Dewott

Skitty

Archeops

Vanillite

Vanillish

Vanilluxe

The End

You’ve reached the end of this post; congrats! I will be updating this as needed, so check back here as often as you feel like. Thanks for reading, and have a nice day!

#important stuff #master list

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memeathon · 7 years

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do every single fucking one of those question things do it

you dont even know pokemon omg

have fun googling

Lonely- Favorite song in a pokemon game?

anything from sinnoh,, i grew up on diamond and platinum and literally every song from those games are my shit. i found on orchestral cover of some sinnoh songs and i actually started crying funfact

Brave- Give me two pokemon to pick a favorite between: -blank- or -blank-?

ASSHOLE U DIDNT EVEN GIVE ME ANY POKEMON

Hardy- What was your first pokemon game and when?

ah,,, Pokemon Diamond, Christmas 2008. the first video game i ever played in my life. I already loed pokemon by then and i ate that shit up and im still a hoe for sinnoh

Adamant- What role would you have if you lived in the pokemon world?

i think about this a lot omg, i bet id be a photographer tbh?? or just travel the world with my Pokes to get writing inspiration omg,

Naughty- If you had to choose, which villainous team would you be on?

tough one :V

i guess rocket bc theyre just normal criminals instead of like “IM GONNA DESTROY THE E N T I R E WORLD” or “EVERYONE WHO DOESNT FIT MY AESTHETIC IS GONNA DIE”

Bold- What is your favorite pokemon game outside of the the main series?

pokemon mystery dungeon explorers of sky NO contest. i got to play as riolu my all time favorite pokemon and with such a good plot that it was my favorite video game ever for a long time

(tho i have a special fondess for pokemon ranger shadows of almnia,,)

Docile- Rate -blank- pokemon character 1-10

YOU DONT EVEN KNOW POKEMON SO U CANT GIVE ME THESE PFPF

Relaxed- Where would you take a vacation in the pokemon world?

kalOS FOR SURE,

i love sinnoh but kalos is absolutely breathtaking omg,, it also has

Impish- Which pokemon do you dislike the design of?

i just went thru the dex and typed out a few omg,,

grimer/muk, pineco, snubbull, shroomish (but i ADORE breloom), slakoth and slaking (but vigoroth is ok), castform (iT HAS BOOBS THAT ARE BETTER THAN MINE-), timburr/gerdurr/conkeldurr (they have those creepy veins eugh), throh/sawk, klink/klang/klinklang, binacle/barbacle, bergmite/avalugg, crabrawler/CRABOMINABLE (god its so ugly), BRUXISH,

Mild- Secret bases, Underground bases,

this is a good question

Lax- How would you spend your freetime in the pokemon world?

bitch you know im petting tf outta my babies!!! i also watch way too many contests and shows like “my glameow from hell” while shoving berries into my face omg

Timid- Your favorite pokeball?

the heal ball is honestly really cute and instantly heals ur babus?? (also i used to have a toy of it omg)

but the luxury ball is #aesthetic and befitting of my elegant pokes, such as my absol from x

(bring back ball capsules and seals tho #sinnohhoe)

Hasty- If you could cosplay any pokemon character who would you choose?

if i could pull them off-

may, harley, or cynthia : 00

sadly, i dont have the hot bod needed to pull off harley OR cynthia,,

i might be able to do may tho,,, one day,,

Serious- Cool, you’re suddenly a gym leader. Which type is your specialty and what is your team?

GRASS GRASS GRASS IS MY FAVORITE TYPE

Bulbasaur, Skiddo, Roserade, Decidueye, Torterra, Mow Rotom or Leafeon

if u let me have half my team as starters and also a legendary omg-

(maggie pls look up mow rotom its a SENTIENT LAWNMOWER)

Jolly- Who is your favorite character in any form of pokemon media?

oof tough one tbh,,,

may always has and always will be my favorite girl from the anime,, but game-wise i rlly love sycamore and hau hhh

Naive- Have you played any Pokemon rom hacks or fan games?

i downloaded uranium but i never got around to playing it : V

i have the rom randomizer does that count?

Modest- Take a selfie with your pokemon merch

IM ON VACATION remind me when i get back and i will

Quiet- Your favorite pokemon of -blank- type(s)

ill do each type >: V

Normal- Lopunny or Dunsparce

Fire- the Fennekin line (with weaknesses for Vulpix and Pansear as well)

Fighting- RIOLU

Water- Vaporeon, Milotic, Lapras, Empoleon

Flying- Drifloon

Grass-SO MANYY,,, Skiddo, Bulbasaur, Budew, Rowlett

Poison- The Bublasaur family, Budew, Salazzle.

Electric- Raichu (Normal AND Alolan), Ampharos, the Shinx family

Ground- Sandsgrew/Sandslash and Flygon

Psychic- Mew, Espeon, the lake guardians, Reuniclus, the Ralts family

Rock- Amaura and Nosepass/Probopass

Ice- Glaceon, Froslass, Lapras, Amaura, Weavile

Bug- Masquerain, Leavanny, Mothim, Combee, Ledian, Kricketune

Dragon- Goodra, THE JANGMO-O FAMILY, Altaria

Ghost- um ALL OF THEM?? (Banette, Misdreavus/Mismagius, Drifloon, the Litwick family, MIMIKYU, Sableye)

Dark- Absol, Zorua, Sableye

Steel- Jirachi, Klefki, Lucario

Fairy- Sylveon, Xerneas, the Ralts family, Klefki, Mimikyu

im bad at narrowing down :’D

Bashful- Any pokemon ships?

Contestshipping, Rocketshipping, Namelessshipping, whatever the ship is between kukui and his wife,

Rash- Who is your favorite pokemon Go team leader?

blanche everyday mystic 4 lyfe

Calm- If you could summon any one legendary pokemon, which would it be?

well mews my fav legendary,, but i gotta say jirachi to get that sweet Wish

Gentle- If you were a pokemon trainer, how would you take your journey?

id bring along maggie and madison and cheer them on while i catch all the cute pokes and take lots of pics omg,

Sassy- What would be your favorite pokemon food?

poke puffs yo theyre just cupcakes,

Careful- Have you ever played your games in nuzlocke mode?

i actually recently started to!! (maggie since u dont know ill save u a google- nuzlocke is u can only catch the first pokemon u see in each area and if ur pokemon faints its dead and u cant use it any more)

star moments include:

-my rattata being poisoned and taking damage died ON THE SPACE BEFORE THE POKEMON CENTER

- my zubat dying immediately after i was done grinding it

-being annoyed with my randomizer including giving me all the possible water types and at one point a caterpie instead of WILD MEWTWO

Quirky- Come up with a concept for a pokemon with new type combo

dark/fairy type based on the more violent fairy myths,

fire/grass type based on a forest fire

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skullgruntdana · 7 years

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Trainer Dana’s Bio

Art done by Pokemohn

Name: Adanais “Dana” Estrella María Sanchez

Pronunciation: Ah-day-nas Ehs-treh-ya Ma-Ree-Ah Sahn-chez

Birthday: July 19 (9 yrs)

Height: 3’5”

Occupation: Child Pageant Star (formerly), Team Skull Grunt (Currently)

Family: Elise (mother), Rick (father), Diana (twin sister), Finn (brother)

Ethnicity: Hispanic, Japanese, and English.

Face Claim: Yotsuba from Yotsuba&! (manga)

Voice Claim: Ponyo

Status: Primary Virus

Race: Human

On Elise’s side of the family:

On Rick’s side of the family:

Background: Dana was born to Elise and Rick Sanchez in the Kanto Region. The family lived in the Kanto Region until Dana was three years old. Previously, Dana’s parents had worked for Team Rocket but they were fired before Dana was born. As soon as Dana was born, Rick began doing DNA experiments on her in an attempt to get back in Team Rocket. While he successfully gave Dana her electrokinesis, he did not gain the fame he sought. Instead, he was ridiculed in the Kantonian science community, which caused him further distress. Rick was unable to get another job, and the family was forced to flee to the Hoenn region. The couple did not have enough money to support themselves after arriving in the Hoenn region, which forced them to work odd jobs until Dana was six. Rick and Elise decided to move to Lilycove, and apply to Team Magma when Rick got laid off his sales clerk job in Rustboro City. Until then, Dana did not have a lot of contact with other children and therefore did not have a lot of friends. She was further isolated when living in the Lilycove Hotel while her parents worked. Unknown to her parents, Dana often went off on her own to the Pokemon Safari, where she met a Drifloon. This particular Pokemon often stole children away, and it dragged Dana to the Alola region where she found Mimikyu, Tirtouga, and Drifblim. While in Alola, Dana made many friends and started to hang around Team Skull.

Over time, Elise and Rick’s relationship began to worsen the more Rick drank, and Elise finally divorced him after a bitter and violent argument about Dana. Elise took him to court and won full custody of Dana after which she quit her job at Team Magma and moved with Dana to the Alola Region. Elise re-established contact with her parents and they gave her back her inheritance which she lost after marrying Rick. Dana now lives in a nice house overlooking the sea on Akala Island. Dana still goes and visits Team Skull in Po Town and her friends in Aether at the Aether Paradise.

Update: After transfering to the Galar region, Dana was endorsed by Bede and completed the first four gyms, but she lost against Bede. She plans to rematch him.

Family Information: Rick’s grandfather Keitaro has a dance house dojo in Ecruteak City that is run by Rick’s aunt Masako. Takako, his cousin, is unable to take the next position to be dance master, so Dana is next in line to be one.

Appearance: Dana has brown hair and pupil-less blue eyes. Her dress is handmade and purple in the style of Drifloon. There is a yellow X stitched onto the front along with two black circles. Her most iconic accessory is her Drifloon headband, which she never removes. Dana wears black church shoes.

Hobbies: Collecting rocks, making friends, and annoying Team Skull.

Gaming Systems: Wii, 3Ds, Game Boy, Game Boy SP, Nintendo DS, Xbox, Playstation, and Playstation Two.

Personality: Dana is a very outgoing child who enjoys making friends. Because of her Asperger's Syndrome, she has a very hard time responding appropriately to social situations. At times she can get hostile, but only when she thinks she is in danger. Another one of her oddities is how she refuses to take off her headband. Dana hates the way her head feels without and gets very upset when it is taken from her. Dana is very impulsive and does not think before she acts, unlike Batty who is very careful about everything she does. Being indecisive and impatient, Dana often jumps into situations she can't easily back out of, which makes it very hard for her to make the right decisions. People usually have to fix things for her as she is incapable of solving her own mistakes. Dana can also be very vulgar mouthed as she thinks it is cool to go around swearing, much to the dismay of the adults around her. Though Dana uses slang, she knows how to talk normally and only does so when she is serious. Aside from her selfish behavior when to comes to sharing toys, Dana is a very good, loyal, and cherished friend who you can rely on in times of need. Dana is also lively, open, easygoing, and lovely to speak to. Dana always has engaging conversations, though can sometimes stray from topic to topic with her own reasoning if something reminds her of something else. Dana is easy to annoy, irritable, surreal, odd, bizarre, and prone to flights of fancy. Sometimes she loses concentration because she is too busy daydreaming. Dana is a very blunt person who does not sugar coat things, but it really depends on the person when it comes to her responses. Despite always being sarcastic, Dana does not understand sarcasm well and it often goes over her head, taking things literally to the point of causing her and the speaker to become confused. Being patient is something Dana struggles with as she expects things to happen when she wants them to happen. Dana is often annoyed when she has to wait for things. Like most children, Dana believes everybody should be a mind reader: knowing what she wants or needs at all times when she needs/wants them. Dana often gets annoyed when nobody picks up on her wants or needs. Despite her selfish demeanor, she puts her friends first and enjoys helping them, though there are times where Dana wants others to cater to her wants and needs. Dana is very vocal when she does not get her way, and often says “i want this” or “i want that.” Dana does not struggle when it comes to her wants and needs, though, as stated above, she believes everybody should know what she wants or needs at all times. As said previously, Dana is very vocal and this is also true when it comes to her thoughts, which she cannot keep to herself. Dana often talks about how she thinks about certain things, not caring if the other person does not want to listen/ does not care about that particular topic. Often volatile, Dana is unpredictable and often does things on a whim, much to the annoyance of adults who can’t follow her sudden changes in demeanor or actions. Dana also: takes things personally, is adventurous, and a thrill seeker.

Interests: her casio, classical piano music, rap/hiphop, her headband, Drifloon, cheesecake, strawberries, metal/punk, rocks, cotton candy/bubblegum ice cream, tea parties and tea, mud, her squirt gun, grape soda, anime, double chocolate chip cookies, chocolate milk,

Dislikes: Spearow, Fearow, Murkrows, taking her headband off, the police, large bodies of water,

Headcanons: Dana is right handed, Dana can whistle but she can’t snap her fingers, she can’t swim, Dana almost drowned when she was younger, Dana has been to Juvie for a week for theft, Dana was bullied at school so her mother took her out, Dana listens to Usher and N.W.A, Dana is good at Dance Dance Revolution. Dana sucks on her hand, which is a bad habit.

Gaming Consoles she owns: Wii, 3Ds, Game Boy, Game Boy SP, Nintendo DS, Xbox, Playstation, and Playstation Two. But I need a Game Cube.

phone: one: DOCOMO FUJITSU F-03D GIRLS POPTEEN (smart phone)

DoCoMo SH-11C

(Flip phone)(purple)

LG Cyon Lollipop 2 Phone (pink)

Instruments: pianos: Casio Privia PX-870 and a Pink Casio SK-1

9Songs she can play: Dream On by Aerosmith, Fur Elise by Beethoven, learning the Turkish March by Mozart, House of the Rising Sun by the Animals, Bohemian Rhapsody,

#danasanchezbio

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dezbee2008 · 7 years

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My Pokemon Moon Adventures Part 15: Been Spending Most Our Lives... (January 3, 2017)

... living in the Aether Paradise.

Before we started our daily adventure, I scanned 5 more QR codes (worth 20 points each) to unlock the island scan. This is actually for a current Global Link event (which I still haven’t signed up for yet), but I’ll be able to catch mons using this QR scanner.

We were supposed to go to the Hano Resort to meet Faba, but before we could do that, I went back to the lab where Burnet gave me the Reveal Glass, which changes the forms of the all-male weather legendary trio. I also went back to the police station, where the cop explained that he and his Snubbull are the best police duo in the region. Right.

I had lunch with Olivia. She ended up paying for our lunches and gave me heart scales. Then it was time to battle 2 of the 3 trial captains. Before facing Lana, I battled her younger twin sisters. They kept referring me as “Miss Trainer Lady”. Then I battled Lana over at Brooklet Hill.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t battle Kiawe because I’m playing Pokemon Moon (which is probably a good thing because he’s my bae and all, but it’s also not good news because those playing Sun will tell me that he was working at Thrifty Megamart and he was let go. That sucks), so instead I got to fight Mallow at Lush Jungle (with her brother’s Wimpod by her side). Mallow apparently dropped the bombshell by revealing that captains have to move on once they turn 20 (I’m 27). Time to guess the ages of the captains.

We arrived at the Hano Resort, but we went over to the beach instead to chuck 6 Pyukumuku back into the sea. People, this pays very well, because I got 20k out of this one. That is about 3333 per Pyukumuku. Also we went to the sea and fought some trainers. We went inside the hotel, where Faba was waiting for us, plus we see Hau, Kukui, and Olivia. Hau and I were swiftly taken to a place called Aether Paradise, where we meet Wicke, who took us on a tour of this WWF-like conservation place. She took us to the top floor where we see Lusamine and an employee with a Starmie, a Grimer, and a Meowth.

Hau begins flirting with Lusamine, which under real life this is considered illegal, as Hau is 11 and Lusamine claims she’s over 40, but anyway, she hesitated once Hau mentioned Lillie (like Lillie hesitated last episode when Hau mentioned Aether Paradise) and we came face to face with Nihilego, one of the ultra beasts, in which Krystal subdued her (not before she gets hit with Venoshock, which did absolute booty). Right there, Lusamine announced that her new mission is to find the ultra beasts and asked Wicke to take us to Ula’Ula Island. Before we left, Wicke gave Hau some malasadas (which he ate in the boating cutscene) and I got TM29 Psychic. Once we arrived in Ula’Ula, Hau and I battled right way. I usually end my daily adventures at the Pokemon Center, and some kid was amazed that he got a Mewtwo through Wonder Trade (which is something I’m going to do once I finish this game).

Next time, we meet Kukui at Malie Garden.

POKE PELAGO VISITORS:

wild male Fletchling

wild male Gastly

Didier (male Drifblim) *formerly wild

Gretchen (female Fletchling)

Picasso (male Smeargle)

M4GNITUDE (Magnemite)

Ledyba (male)

Rachel (female Alola Rattata)

Misty (female Psyduck)

Seth (male Goldeen)

Hank Hill (male Caterpie)

Brody (male Pyukumuku)

Andrea (female Dewpider)

Samantha (female Trumbeak)

Mineral (Carbink)

Jonathan (male Delibird)

Matthew (male Machop)

Xmas Tree (female Phantump)

Michael (male Mankey)

Maggie (female Makuhita)

Lynda (female Pichu)

Hanson (male Alola Diglett)

Serena (female Bounsweet)

Precious (female Lillipup)

Gary (male Magikarp)

Adam (male Eevee)

Olivia (female Nosepass)

Maurice (male Magby)

Jordan (male Poliwag)

King Nappy (male Gastly)

David (male Slowpoke)

Aquaman (male Wishiwashi)

Margaret (female Misdreavus)

Mary (female Cubone)

Brock (male Bonsly)

Deirdre (female Drifloon)

Star (Staryu)

Pipsqueak (female Alola Grimer)

Byamba (male Munchlax)

Finn (female Finneon)

Tiana (female Tentacool)

Chloe (female Zubat)

ZYGARDE CELL COUNT: 12/100

NEW CAPTURES:

Pyukumuku (male, Brody)

Staryu (Star)

Sandygast (female, Sandra)

Drifblim (male, Didier) *captured from Poke Pelago

TEAM UPDATE:

Krystal, female Mudsdale, level 36, High Horsepower, Double Kick, Heavy Slam, Rock Tomb

Victoria, female Charjabug, level 36, Spark, X-Scissor, Charge Beam, Crunch

Free Hugs, male Bewear, level 33, Brick Break, Payback, Brutal Swing, Aerial Ace

Poli, female Oricorio (Pa’u), level 36, Aerial Ace, Air Slash, HP Grass, Air Cutter

Jason, male Primarina, level 37, HP Grass, Sparkling Aria, Psychic, Disarming Voice

Sabrina, female Salazzle, level 35, Flame Burst, Leech Life, Toxic, Venoshock

#pokemon sun and moon

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imjeralee · 4 years

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Comfort in Despair: Chapter 14 - D R E A M I N G

Leon x F!Reader

Disclaimer: Do not own Pokemon

Summary:

Galar is rich in folklore and tales of the supernatural.

As a Pokemon Researcher who specialises in ghost types, this is a great opportunity for you to investigate and learn more about the paranormal.

Along the way, you meet Leon (in the most awkward way possible) who becomes embroiled in your adventures.

^ Basically this story is about ghosts :/

Rating: General/Teen

Notes: This chapter features a binary message

@marydragneell - here is the latest update

D R E A M I N G

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There’s a strange noise in the bedroom.

Opening your eyes, you struggle to see properly in the darkness of the room; Rosie’s bed stands opposite yours and you see it is empty. She is not in her bed but in fact, standing in the middle of the room in her pajamas, her Teddiursa doll discarded at her feet.

“Rosie?” you mutter groggily, sitting up and flipping on the switch of your bedside lamp, dispelling the darkness. “Rosie, what are you doing?”

Your little sister does not answer and continues to stand and sway, her eyes half-closed.

Sliding out of bed, you hurry towards her and grasp her gently by the shoulders.

“Rosie?”

Her mouth moves but her voice is very soft; as you strain to hear, you make out, “Live morf su reviled tub, noitatpmet…”

Puzzled, you can only shake her with a little more force in an effort to make her snap out of her stupor as she mumbles and mutters but to no avail, “Rosie!”

The unresponsiveness of the little girl is worrying so you quickly leave the room and slip into your parent’s which is down the hall to the right. You open their door wide and say, “Mum, dad!”

Following your cry of distress is a groan.

A tussle of the covers.

The silhouette of your father pokes out from the sheets. “Wh…what’s wrong?” he says, voice thick with sleep.

“It’s Rosie. I think she’s having another fit.”

Immediately, your mum and dad rise from bed, cursing under their breath as they follow you back into the bedroom you share with your little sister, only to see that she’s fast asleep in bed with her eyes closed and Teddiursa in her grip.

You blink in confusion, and expecting yourself to be scolded, you bite on your lip worriedly but your parents give you a reassuring pat on the shoulders and head over to Rosie’s bed where they sit on either side.

“Rosie?”

Your little sister stirs awake and opens her eyes groggily.

“Hiya sweetie, you okay?”

Whilst you stand in the doorway, Rosie fiddles and fidgets with her doll before she shakes her head.

“I had a bad dream…” she mumbles quietly.

“What happened, sweetheart?”

“…I saw a….a man,” she says, struggling with her words, pointing to the empty corner of the room. “Standing over there, staring at me. He wanted to take me away.”

…

Rosie is five years old.

She’s a smart child who likes dolls and playing tea parties with her Sinistea and Cutiefly, and she has told you and your parents many times that someone is trying to take her away; though she never explains who or what, she describes this unknown entity simply as a 'man’.

Your parents are ghost-type researchers and heavily invested in the supernatural so instead of going to the police to report this, they take you and Rosie to visit a spirit medium who lived far away from Laverre Town. This medium informs your parents that Rosie can see and hear spirits and for that reason, spirits are attracted to her. She tells Rosie to ignore them, not to respond to spirits or else risk drawing attention to herself. Essentially, they are drawn to her like a Venomoth to a flame.

The medium also predicts that you too, will soon be able to heed the spirit’s calling one day.

To your parent’s dismay, she becomes too terrified to speak of this entity which is after your sister, and cannot divulge anything more except it’s evil and not belonging to this world and asks your family to vacate your premises at once.

With no luck and no help, your parents have no choice but to take it upon their own hands to investigate and apply surveillance on Rosie on a twenty-four seven basis.

It’s usually at night-time when bizarre incidents happen, however.

And you hear the noise again at exactly three am.

As you hold your breath and listen, the sound of nails scraping against a board grows louder and louder.

Sitting up, you glance over to see Rosie missing from her bed once again and on this occasion, she is not in the room at all and the door is open. You quickly peel the covers off and rush outside into the cold landing; your attention is grabbed by the little sounds of footsteps and so you peer over the banister where you see Rosie’s pale form idling through the hallway and towards the front door which flings open as she nears.

“Mum!! Dad!!” you yell, as you trample down the stairs. “Rosie, no!!”

She leaves the house, and as you leap off the last step and to the doorway, the front door violently slams shut in your face, the walls of the house trembling in its wake.

Your parent’s bedroom light goes on and they bumble out. “What’s wrong?”

“Rosie went outside!” you yelp, trying your hardest to open the door with the keys but the handle is stuck, as though someone on the other side is holding it down. “It won’t open!”

Your father curses loudly before he joins you, trying to open the door before he angrily thumps a clenched fist against the surface. The door still does not budge and so he rushes to the kitchen where the backdoor is.

“I’ll be back soon! Don’t leave the house!”

Mum nods and as you begin to sob and wail, she brings you into her arms and you clutch onto her, scared and confused by the entire ordeal.

Outside and you can hear your father shouting, his voice muffled and growing distant.

“Rosie! Rosie, where are you?”

In the house, you sit down in the lounge with your mother where she asks you calmly to explain what happened. You tell her you woke up at three am because you heard the noise again and you tell her what the sound reminds you of: nails scraping against a chalkboard. Then you saw that Rosie had left the room and so you went out and heard footsteps downstairs. You saw the front door open and she went outside. She didn’t acknowledge you, as though she was in a trance.

Your mother nods and thanks you for your bravery and encloses you in another hug, and you huddle together for a while until the front door opens and dad enters with Rosie in his arms.

You both rush over at once with relief.

Rosie is fast asleep in dad’s arms, seemingly unharmed yet he looks troubled.

“Look,” he says, lifting the back of Rosie’s shirt to reveal claw marks on her skin.

….

“You’re getting all worked up for all the wrong reasons,” says Graves. “It was probably just a wild pokemon. Could’ve been a Drifloon or Drifblim trying to steal your little girl away.”

“We live in the suburbs, there are no wild pokemon in a two-mile radius.”

Graves sighs in response. “It could’ve been your Haunter or Sableye. You saw claw marks, right?”

“Haunter and Sableye have never harmed my family, and they were with me the entire time.”

You and Rosie play together in the living room with Sinistea and Cutiefly whilst Graves and your father sit on the leather recliners, watching the football game with beers in hands. Dad is clearly stressed, his eyes are dark and dull due to a lack of sleep. Mum prepares food in the kitchen. Graves will be staying for dinner.

You’ve never liked him.

He has an aversion to ghost-type pokemon although you and your entire family have a high affinity for (and are thus drawn to) ghost-types. Rosie doesn’t like him either and he often tries to win favor with the two of you by handing out candy. He is unfortunately your father’s best friend and thus your ‘uncle’ and since he's watched you grow up, he inevitably becomes your ‘godfather’ after Rosie’s birth.

Graves is a police officer and with his trusty Growlithe and Manectric, he quickly rose through the ranks to become Inspector of Laverre Town. He is also apparently seeing a woman called Ellen whom you've never met before but from what you gather, they have a strained relationship.

He and your father never get in each other’s way but Graves doesn’t believe in the supernatural and you wonder how they could have been friends for such a long time.

“Let me show you something,” dad says, when it’s half-time.

“But the Primarina Divas are about to come on!” Graves complains as busty, buxom women in blue and white cheerleading outfits come cartwheeling onto the pitch and the audience on TV cheer and scream raucously as they begin their routine.

“Get over here, Chris,” dad says. He’s standing at the door that will lead to the basement.

“Fine…”

Dad glances at you and beckons you to follow so you get up, dusting your palms and knees. “Rosie, go help mum in the kitchen.”

“Okay, sissy,” she says with a giggle, getting up with Cutie and Sinistea, waddling over to the direction of the kitchen.

You follow dad and Graves down the stairs; dad tells you to be careful on your way down as the stairs are steep and when you arrive at the last step, you and Graves stare at the massive pokemon that’s being held inside a glass container.

It’s a Dusknoir.

“I put an advert online if anyone was interested in trading and someone answered it,” dad says as he stops beside the glass container, “I reckon Dusknoir can help with what’s been going on lately. I’ve asked Haunter and Sableye…unfortunately none of them can help me. They don’t know what it is so I’ve resorted to this. Dusknoir should be able to help.”

“…Dusknoir?” Graves says with a brow raised, before he treks over and stops by your father's side.

The pokemon is conscious of your presences, its single red eye rolling left and right between Graves and your father, before it lands on you. And it stares, planting its large hands flat against the surface of the glass as it hovers in the air.

You gulp and take a step backwards once you feel the intensity of its unrelenting stare.

“…Dad?” you croak, but your father has moved to his desk, moving away some old cassette and video tapes to pick up a leather-bound journal which he flips open.

“Yeah. It's known that Dusknoir receive transmissions from something in the spirit world. My theory is that this 'something' is trying to take Rosie and with Dusknoir’s help, I’m going to find out what it is. I could use Dusknoir to communicate with it.”

"Communicate with it?"

"Yes, it receives signals and I've been trying to decode what type it is. I've been trying all sorts... Binary, morse code, satellite radio waves-"

“Dad!” you exclaim.

“What is it?”

“….I think you should release it,” you say quietly, “….It doesn’t look very nice.”

Dad chuckles and walks over to you, patting your head affectionately. “It’s okay, dear. Remember that ghost-type pokemon look scary but they are just lonely and misunderstood creatures, that’s all.”

“Uh, does the wife know?” Graves utters, and dad nods.

“I’ll be conducting experiments down here.”

“…I can’t believe I’m saying this, but…why don’t you just ask Rosie what it is?”

“She doesn’t know, and I’m not putting my daughter in danger,” dad replies; he returns to his desk, puts down the journal and goes through his papers before he picks up a small black device which you can see is a radio.

Graves sighs. “Well…be careful,” he murmurs.

…

Since Dusknoir has joined your father’s pokemon team, albeit being encased in a glass container for the time being whilst he conducts research, you no longer hear the odd noises and there are no more incidents.

You find Rosie playing in the basement one day. She isn’t allowed in dad's laboratory without adult supervision, so you quickly rush downstairs before either your parents could find out and scoop her up and off the ground, her dolls falling out of her grip.

“Ahh, dolly!” she cries, reaching out for them.

You sigh and bend down to quickly pick them up with one hand whilst the other is wrapped around her waist tightly. “Rosie, what are you doing here?”

“He wants to play with me!” she exclaims, pointing to the glass container where the Dusknoir is.

You follow her gaze to see the large Gripper pokemon staring at you and your sister with its hands flat against the glass. It’s silent but its red eye beadily follows your every moment, watching.

You quickly look away from it, an uneasy feeling settling in the pit of your gut. “Don’t come down here on your own,” you tell Rosie, but she merely giggles.

“It’s okay, sissy,” she says with a giggle, before she glances at Dusknoir and goes, “Beep boop beep boop,” and she continues for a while but alternating between the noises.

“What does that mean?”

“You mean…Beep boop beep boop...?”

“Yeah.”

“It means…come play with me.”

“Huh?”

“He taught me,” she says, pointing to the massive Dusknoir.

“Can he even hear us?”

“Of course he can! But he’s been in a bad mood lately. Beep beep boop boop boop!! That means, ‘I only play tea party, sorry’!”

“And what does, ‘what do you want with my little sister’ mean?”

“Hmm…” Rosie ponders before she says, “Beep boop boop beep beep beep," and again, she continues reciting an extremely complicated and elongated message.

Once she finishes, Dusknoir emits a loud, aggressive roar and slams his fists against the glass repeatedly; you step backwards with fright and with Rosie in your grip, you hurry up the stairs and close the basement door shut behind you.

…

Days pass and Rosie goes to school and you go to school and when you come home, it’s warm and welcoming. Your mother is in the kitchen and she smiles and it’s the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen and she makes you a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and if you knew any better it’s the last one she will ever make for you and she asks you to take one to your dad who is in the garage and chatting to some neighbours and when it’s almost dinner, you both go back into the house and help set the table up and mum asks about school and how it’s going on and she asks you if there’s any cute boys and you shyly think about one particular lad in class who has caught your eye and when dad tries to joins in, you and mum tell him it’s girls only and you laugh and Rosie joins in, wanting to know what’s going on and then it’s time to eat dinner and you’re sitting down at the table with your family and looking around, at their smiling faces, and you look at your plate to see your mum’s made your favourite food and dad’s eating his steak with his weird protein shake again and mum is scolding him whilst Rosie sticks her tongue out with distaste because there’s vegetables on her plate and -

Screaming.

You’re awoken in the middle of the night by screaming.

Glimpsing over, you see Rosie’s bed is empty.

This isn’t like the normal nights.

Overwhelmed by a sense of dread, you exit and pass your parent’s room; neither your father or mother are inside.

Downstairs, the basement door is wide open and flashing lights flicker from within.

Screaming.

That’s where it’s coming from.

I’m here, you want to say. I’m here.

Each step is heavy, the cold wood under your feet is unwelcoming and chilling to the core. Your house is foreign to you.

In the basement, you make your way down to see the glass container has shattered and a massive swirling vortex of black, blue, purple and white has appeared in the middle of the space.

Dusknoir is halfway inside, feeding the wriggling bodies of your father and Rosie into its mouth.

Your mother lies on the ground, unconscious.

Confused and shocked, you rush towards the huge pokemon.

Stop!!!

Your voice is drowned by the noise. It turns to you, its single red eye flashing before an unseen force knocks you off your feet and your back hits the floor, your head slamming hard against the concrete ground.

You wake up when something cold splashes on your cheek and you wrench your eyes open before you sit up with a gasp, glancing around.

It’s quiet.

Your mother sits on the basement floor, her gaze empty.

Dusknoir is gone.

“Mum!” you exclaim.

She slides her eyes to you as you crawl over to her and grab her by the shoulders.

“Mum?”

She does not respond.

You let go of her and glance around the cold and dark basement. “…Dad? Rosie?? Where are you??”

“Gone,” your mum utters, “They’re gone.”

As you glance at her in bewilderment, she lifts herself off the ground and pads to your father’s desk.

She goes through the papers that have become strewn over the floor and mumbles and mutters and utters under her breath incoherently. She shakes her head repeatedly as she bunches the papers in her hands, muttering ‘no, no, no’ and ‘my baby, my poor baby’ over and over again.

You call out to her but she doesn’t respond.

Therefore, you silently pick yourself up off the floor, leave the basement and phone Graves.

You didn’t know what else you could do.

Graves arrives and it’s almost dawn. He’s brought his partner with him and he enters the house to see you at the door and your mother is surrounded by your father’s papers and obsessively skimming through them whilst seated on the sofa and when he asks what happened, your mother’s ramblings don’t appear to help but when you try to interrupt, Graves isn’t interested in what you have to say or add to the conversation. He leaves your mother in the lounge then heads to the basement, alone.

You sit with her, watching her hysterically pour through the research.

Whilst his partner stays in the lounge with you and attempts to strike up some meaningless small talk, Graves returns empty-handed.

He's confused.

They converse silently and routinely throw you and your mother concerned glances before they split up; Graves checks the rest of the house, inspecting the kitchen, dining room, the bathroom and all the bedrooms upstairs.

He thinks of all sorts of logical reasons why your father and Rosie have disappeared in the middle of the night.

It could have been…

A nasty spat between spouses.

A break-in.

Your mother is the only person who saw what really happened.

He sees that the two of you are badly shaken yet unharmed and drives you to Laverre Police Station to officially take testimony. A search subsequently begins but their outcome is not successful.

When it’s finally your turn to speak to Graves, you have sat in the police station for hours and when you’re brought in the room, it’s intimidating but you tell him what you saw in the basement; Graves stares at you silently the entire time, eyebrows scrunching and lifting everytime you detail how you saw the Dusknoir with your father and Rosie in its clutches and putting them into its mouth when they were still alive.

He remains quiet, doesn’t ask you any questions, doesn’t interrupt. The pen remains untouched by his notepad.

“Kid,” he says, after a pregnant pause following your explanation, “your mother’s said something entirely different.”

It takes a while to register this.

You sit in silence as Graves regards you intensely for a moment before he gets up to leave.

A kind-looking woman with glasses is beckoned in and she plops herself down in Graves’ seat which he has kept warm for her. She adjusts her frames, propping up a manila folder in front of her before she scoops out some documents. She asks you questions which are a little strange because they’re personal and unrelated but you soon realise it’s to assess and revaluate your current mental state. She even has your school records. Unfortunately, the more she asks and the more she doesn’t make any progress with your interrogation and you’re clean but you’re not exempted yet.

Perhaps you have a disturbed mind or Dusknoir devouring your father and sister is a metaphor for a sadistic murderer who has kidnapped them?

“After all, if the public finds out a pokemon had devoured two people, there would be madness.”

And due to the horrific nature of the crime, you had mentally blocked or changed some aspects?

“Why don’t you believe me?” you asked, “Why doesn’t anyone believe me?”

Raising your voice, you slam your bunched fists on the iron table and yell, “What’s wrong with you??? What’s wrong with all you?! I’m telling the truth!! Why won’t you believe me?!”

You receive no satisfactory answer, your words are taken with no seriousness and you and mum are informed to go home whilst the initial investigation goes underway.

“Mum, why didn’t you tell them what you saw? They think I’m lying.”

When you look at her, all the colour has left her face and you begin to feel you no longer recognize her.

“They won’t believe us,” she utters, “We’ll get your father and Rosie back ourselves.”

Stunned by her words, you can only nod limply.

You’re expected to go to school in a few days. By then, your father and sister’s disappearance have hit the tabloids. Everyone whispers and looks at you, in the school, the neighbourhood….you get stared at when you walk through the halls to your next class, you end up sitting alone in the cafeteria during lunch, even the teachers are careful around you. People think they were murdered.

There is nothing about Dusknoir.

And often, you wonder to yourself if it truly was a nightmare.

You miss your father and sister terribly and your mother inevitably begins to obsessively investigate; she spends much of her time in the basement and rarely eats, drink or sleep.

As the days passed, you become used to seeing her less and less often around the house and though you want to help, your mother brushes you off, asking you to focus on your studies.

Soon, the upkeep of the house falls in your grasp.

You make it a habit to go out to the supermarket and buy food by yourself, dragging a wheeled shopping bag with you each time when you go during the weekends, heading to the ATM when you were strapped for cash.

You look up recipes online and learn how to cook meals for yourself and your mother, leaving food for her on the desk. You eat on your own in the dining room, sitting at the large table, surrounded by three empty seats.

Graves visits as much as he can; he usually talks to your mother but sometimes he sits with you in the living room to watch football whilst your mom slaves away in the basement on her own. He tells you her appearance is turning haggard, which you are aware of.

Worried about her behaviour, you look up various kinds of available therapy which you think will benefit her, spending many late nights on your laptop browsing online and calling up various clinics to enquire but the costs are going to be high so you decide to secure a side gig tutoring some kids to pay for your mother’s treatment, placing an advert online which you didn’t think would get noticed.

Inexorably, your grades begin to fall as you balance your newfound hustle and school. That cute boy in class no longer occupies your mind. You come home late in the evening from your work, exhausted. You stop smiling and overall, you’ve mentally aged.

At night, you lie awake in your bed and glance over to Rosie’s empty bed where the sheets and pillows are unwashed, and you think about that night and you think about it a lot; you wish you could’ve done more and you begin to hate yourself for not paying enough attention to your father’s research and what he was trying to accomplish with Dusknoir. You should’ve done more to help your father. You should’ve studied alongside him.

Rising from bed, you make your way downstairs to the basement where your mother is, hunched over the desk with a black device in hands.

It’s dad’s radio.

“Mum?”

“Yes?”

You walk up to the desk, where you see your father’s old notes which have been collated into his journal with the leather-bound cover. You pick it up and open it, flipping through the pages where you see his handwriting and hold the book to your chest, closing your eyes. There is also a family photo in his study which you pluck out from the stand and hold gingerly in your hand.

On the verge of tears, you croak out, “I want to help. Please tell me how I can help. Please. Talk to me.”

Finally, she swivels round in her seat when she hears you sobbing and for the first time in a while, she embraces you.

She says, “We need to get a Dusknoir.”

Since it started with Dusknoir, your mum entrusts you with this task so you upload another advert and put up a Phantump you had caught beforehand in the PC box and send it on its way to the Kalos GPS.

A few days later, someone answers your advert and you receive a Dusclops through the GPS which evolves into a Dusknoir in process.

Satisfied that you’ve made some progress, you head to the basement with Dusknoir’s capsule in hand, wanting to show your mother. To your surprise, she’s moved from her seat and is clutching the radio in hands, smiling widely.

“Mum?”

She spots you and the smile widens, “They’re alive!” she exclaims.

You can only stare at her, stunned.

“Listen,” mum switches the radio, rotating the small, rounded knob as carefully as she can and you watch the little dial move across the screen.

The crackling static of white noise fills the quiet basement until your mum reaches eighteen ninety-eight hertz and the radio fizzes into life.

“…..hello? This is- ….I’m in a dark place, and….…”

It is your father’s voice.

As your mum grins at you, you rush over, eyes wide. “Dad? Dad! We’re here!!!”

“….I think I’ve been stuck here for three days…”

“He can’t hear us,” mum explains when your face falls. “This is a spirit radio, dear. It only works on this frequency, it picks up transmissions from the spirit world, and it’s picked up your father! He’s alive! Alive!!!”

Alive.

Stiff with shock, mum envelopes you into a hug and sobs and wails with laughter.

It’s been a while since you’ve seen her happy.

“Mum,” you utter, “I…uh…I got the Dusknoir.”

“Excellent!” mum cries as you hand her the capsule which she holds close to her chest.

“Mum…promise me you won’t do anything stupid,” you say, and she nods but somehow you don’t believe her.

…

“Mum, I’m home,” you say wearily, locking the front door behind you and removing your shoes.

You step inside the lounge only to be met with silence.

“…Mum?”

The lights are still on.

You had gone to work for four hours.

She is possibly in the basement, you think, and so you creep down the stairs only to see it is empty. She’s not in the basement, where could she be?

Your search does not last long as you breeze through the lounge and into the kitchen which is in uproar; the stools have been knocked over, there are various cassette and video tapes lying all over the surface of the counter along with an opened dusk ball. Dad’s radio lies on the floor beside a screwdriver and some scattered parts. You spot his journal and the family photo, which has fallen out from the pages.

“Mum?” you call as you pick up the journal and the radio, your voice echoing in the empty house.

“Mum?”

“Mum!”

“MUM!!!”

“…Mum?”

“Mum, please…”

“Not you too.”

Did your voice always sound so sad?

…

Professor Magnolia and Sonia enter the ward.

A girl in a white gown sits at a table with a Sinistea and Cutiefly perched on her shoulders, staring morosely at various untouched chess pieces on the surface. Her eyes hold no life, her hair unkempt, her face a grim portrait of melancholy.

There are other patients but they walk around aimlessly or yell or wail and talk to themselves and Sonia huddles close to her grandmother, wondering why she is in such a scary place.

They don’t come to Kalos often but Magnolia had received an emergency call from a Police Inspector called Chris Graves.

“She ran all the way to the police station,” Graves says, sighing. “I didn’t know what to do with her so I put her there for a while. Maybe she’ll feel better.”

“I hardly think so, Mr Graves. This girl needs proper care.”

“Listen, she had a mental breakdown…and, um…I’m her godfather…so legally, I…I’m supposed to take her in but she doesn’t want to live with me and I don’t wanna force her. I’m paying for her treatment and I’m not offended or anything ‘cos I’m not good at this stuff, I’m not fit to be a dad in any way,” Graves tells her during the phonecall, “And I know you’re her mother’s mentor and so I thought….you might be better to…I dunno, talk to her.”

“Where are her grandparents?”

“They’ve passed away. She has some relatives but they don’t want to take her in. Too much hassle, and the medication’s expensive too.”

Magnolia and Sonia walk up to this girl at the chess table, and says her name.

She looks up, her tired and sunken eyes meeting theirs.

“My name is Magnolia. I’m a Professor from the region of Galar. This is my granddaughter, Sonia. She’s the same age as you,” Magnolia gestures to Sonia who offers you a meek wave.

“Hi….”

“I’m your mother’s mentor so I knew her well, and I’ve been informed about your circumstances. Would you like to come with me?” Magnolia says, “…Would you like to live with us?”

Indifference slowly dissolves to shock as this woman called Professor Magnolia and her doe-eyed granddaughter Sonia stand before you. The chess pieces on the table blur together as you emit a quiet sniff, the corner of your eyes leaking with tears.

...

In the hospital, Leon remains by your side.

Some people came and went, namely Magnolia, Sonia and Chief Inspector Graves. He was your godfather. Who knew?

You're only allowed one visitor at a time and Leon has made it quite obvious to everyone that he will be the one to stay by your side as the two ladies came and went due to the ungodly hour, and Graves has left to talk to Chairman Rose and the Ghostbunkers and he won't be coming back anytime soon.

Leon has faithfully stayed with you as you were taken to hospital and he sits on the chair by your bed, waiting for you to wake up. You’ve fallen unconscious since you were brought in and the doctors say your condition is stable despite the blood loss and you will make a full recovery very soon. It's good news and Leon holds your hand tightly in his, closing his eyes. He silently thanks Arceus that you're unharmed and prays that you will wake up soon.

However, the door is suddenly thrown open and a blonde-haired young man in black enters the room unannounced, his head wrapped with a plethora of bandages whilst a Joltik is perched on his shoulder with a little bandage tied around its body.

"Chuck!" he yells loudly, and Leon turns round to face the newcomer.

The two men regard each other; the blonde looks at Leon, who's still donned in his torn shirt and his cape appears to be missing and although Leon doesn't quite appreciate the intrusion and the unwelcome noise, he says calmly, "Chuck? I think you've got the wrong room..."

"No, no, that's just my nickname for her, for duckie. I mean chuck. Wait-" the blonde keeps correcting himself until he says your name.

"Who are you?"

"I'm so sorry, I should've introduced myself first," the blonde tidies his act up, lowers his voice and closes the door quietly behind himself, "I'm Jace. It's nice to meet you, Sir Champion."

Jace.

So this is Jace.

Leon has seen his testimonial on your blog and you've mentioned him once or twice. Now he can finally put the name to a face and this is Jace. He must be older than the both of you and he is not bad-looking; he's tall with a thin frame, sharp jaw and chiselled features. One can tell he is friendly from a simple glance.

However, quite the opposite occurs: a surge of discomfort flits through Leon's mind when he realises you and Jace are friends and you are close. Close enough that you have nicknames for each other. The champion's expression doesn't change despite this fact though he tenses in his seat and he clinches your fist with more force than before.

The pit of his gut suddenly bubbles with an unquenchable uneasiness he hasn't experienced before; it's different. It's new, and most unbecoming. Initially, Leon ponders if it's the tension he feels before a battle...but this is indeed a wholly different sensation.

"It's nice to meet you too," Leon does his best but ultimately ends up forcing a smile at the blonde, "And there's no need to be so formal. Just 'Leon' is fine-"

Jace wheezes a little.

"-and you were with her at the art gallery, right?"

"Yeah," the blonde replies, nodding vigorously, "Sir Champion, I mean, Leon...she didn't have to take the case. She knew you had spoken to Rose and you had put in a good word for her, and it's not in her heart to turn down a client."

Leon lowers his gaze. "...I know."

"Rose isn't happy. He says we violated the terms and conditions because I used Joltik and that counts as pokemon battling, which isn't allowed on the premise. But I had to. I had to protect myself and chuck."

"I'll talk to Chairman Rose. Don't worry, I'm sure he'll come around. Thank you for protecting her, Jace."

"You're welcome..."

The room settles into silence; Jace is clearly intimidated by Leon's presence and it's then he sees that the Champion is also holding your hand very tightly.

And then there's the note on the door that says 'One Visitor At A Time'.

Three's a crowd and so Jace utters, "Right, well then, I imagine she's in good hands since you're here and all, so I'll...I'll be off now. Goodnight."

Leon nods.

Without much further ado, the blonde wordlessly leaves the room, closing the door behind him once more.

Leon is left with you and you alone, and that's the way he likes it. Upon Jace's departure, his gut loosens up and the strange swirling and jittery feeling ebbs away in a second and finally, he is able to relax. He swivels round in his seat to face you, leaning over to sweep away a loose strand of hair that's lingering over your closed eyelids. You look peaceful and he wonders what you're possibly dreaming about.

Hopefully, it's a pleasant dream.

…

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Wallflower: Chapter 10 - #raihansprincess, Part II

Raihan x F!Reader

Disclaimer: Do not own Pokemon

Note: This is my first Pokemon fanfic. I hope you enjoy it :) Originally posted on Archive of Our Own.

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Lemon, smut, violence, language

#raihansprincess, PART II

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It takes a while to leave the Glimwood Tangle because the Shiinotic had taken your brother deep within the depths of the forest, but once you find the exit, you see Opal seated down on a toadstool with a Drifloon and a Galarian Ponyta which you believe is Sugarplum, Glenn's remaining missing pokemon. Once she spots your group emerging, you head over to her side at once and Glenn happily reunites with Sugar. Drifloon floats over to you and you're surprised to see he has left the house but it looks like he wanted to make sure you were okay. Opal informs you that they didn't get very far because her hip was acting up and later they came across a lost Leon who had separated from Allister. Sonia then went with Leon and Opal returned to the entrance, and now the duo are somewhere inside the forest.

However, Sonia's phone is faring better than the rest of you lot because she's been able to send messages and photos to Opal, detailing the progress of their investigation. They've discovered the source of the mysterious white light - it's coming from mushrooms that had been dug up. Previously, and they were supposed to be glowing a bright, neon-red hue and now they've lost their colour and the Pokemon who lived in these mushrooms now have nowhere to go. These dying mushrooms have been found in large quantities all over the forest.

"It must be that douchebag." Glenn says, frowning somewhat. You have an inkling that Glenn is talking about the guy you and Raihan met earlier. Glenn adds, "I think his name started with an 'E'."

"Eli, perhaps?" Raihan utters, and Glenn nods wildly. "You mentioned he was digging up wishing stars?"

"Yeah."

You and Raihan exchange glances whilst Opal sighs under her breath. "I can speak to Chairman Rose about this. Don't you worry about a thing, my dears." She assures you. "I'll wait here for Leon and Sonia, too."

"...Me too." Allister mutters. "....I guess this is goodbye."

"Thanks for your help, Allister." Raihan says, grinning.

"....Thanks for allowing me to go with you." The gym leader replies shyly, throwing his glance to the ground.

"No problem."

Turning to Phantump, you see him staring intently at the gym leader so you smile and Phantump trills loudly. "Would you like to stay with Allister?" And Phantump nods and floats towards the boy who gazes at it intently, before he looks up at you. "Allister, do you mind looking after Phantump for me?"

He blinks. "....Huh?"

"I think Phantump would be happier if he stayed with you, so....please look after him."

Allister nods. "Okay."

"Thank you."

"......You're welcome."

Phantump returns to you and gently pecks you on the cheek; you can feel the roughness of the wood rubbing against your skin and you hug him tightly whilst he clings to you. In fact, tears begin forming in your eyes when Phantump floats over to Allister and settles on top of his head. "Take care, Phantump. Don't worry, we'll find your family, and we'll find out what happened to you."

Allister nods in agreement. "....I'll do everything I can."

"Thanks, Allister."

”Wait....Your Drifloon has something to say to you.”

”What?”

”It wants to say... ‘I’m sorry’.”

”Huh?” Turning to the balloon Pokemon, you say, “Aww, it’s okay, Driffie.”

With that, you leave Phantump under the care of the Stow-on-Side gym leader; it's great that Allister understands ghost pokemon and no doubt, he will look after Phantump with utmost care. After saying further farewells, Allister takes a seat beside Opal and Drifloon and Phantump exchange a few trills and wheezes and you believe they’re having a conversation.

Once that’s done, you leave with Raihan, Glenn and Drifloon. You throw a few concerned glances over your shoulder now and then. The entire time, Phantump waves. He is watching you, a little sadly, and you wonder if you'd done the right thing.

"Cheer up, sis." Glenn says, "You can always visit the little guy and he can always return to you whenever he wants."

You nod. "...I know."

"I'm sorry about the pokemon battle. I can only remember parts of it and the rest of it is hazy. It was seriously the most trippy thing ever though - it was like I was kinda conscious and dreaming at the same time. So strange...but Shiinotic didn't mean to harm anyone, it was scared."

You sigh audibly under your breath. "I'm just glad you're okay."

"Yep, me too. Well, it's been grand, but I should really head to Johto now. Mum must be worried to death about me."

"Aren't you tired? We could tell mum you're fine and you could stay for the rest of the night."

"Nah, it's okay, I've been gone for too long and I'm not tired either; I should go asap."

"What about your pokemon?"

"We're good, don't worry about us."

"Oh, alright."

Glenn turns his attention to Raihan next. "Hey Raihan, I got a lot of questions, like how you met my sis and stuff - but I know she's in good hands. So, please look after her in my absence."

"I will." Raihan replies, grinning.

"Good man." Glenn says, patting the gym leader on the shoulder. Your brother is not as tall as Raihan; it's kind of comedic seeing him trying to reach him properly. On the other hand, you're also extremely glad that Glenn has taken a liking to Raihan so quickly.

"Perhaps we'll battle one day." Raihan suggests, and Glenn nods. "Before you go, mind if we take a selfie?"

"Sure!" Glenn exclaims, and your brother takes a quick snapshot with the dragon tamer. You're relieved to see that your brother and Raihan are getting along.

"And here's my League card." Raihan adds, digging into his pockets and brandishing a small card which Glenn accepts.

"Interesting pose." Your brother comments as he places it into his bag carefully.

"Ah, yeah."

"Well, I'm off!" Glenn yells; you watch somewhat despondently as Rotom, with what little strength he has left, calls the Corviknight taxi for your brother and when it arrives, you say your goodbyes again and he's gone.

It's just you and Raihan. What now?

Much to your embarrassment, your stomach grumbles ferociously and you're pretty sure Raihan heard. Ah yeah, you never had your lunch... Clutching your tummy, Raihan chuckles and says, "Wanna grab something to eat?"

You nod. "Can we order takeout?"

"Sure. What do you wanna eat?"

"Hmm..."

In the end, you decide to order takeout from Bob's Your Uncle; you've not had a Bob's Burger for a while so upon accessing their website, you check out the menu and you both agree to buy something to share considering their portion sizes can be pretty big. With the order placed, you go to the pokemon centre to heal your pokemon team first.

Inside, Drifloon clings to you as Nurse Joy heals up your pokemon whilst Raihan attracts some unnecessary attention - you watch as he's quickly surrounded by a bunch of young women and you can't help but feel slightly out of place as he smiles and waves at them all and then looks at your direction and your gazes meet. You can only give him an awkward smile in return and a thumbs up; as he dishes out autographs and takes pictures with the fans, you head over to the PC and deposit Whimsicott, Starmie and Togekiss into a box, then look at the icons of your Haxorus and Salamence. To reduce the number of dragon Pokemon in your team, you were reluctant to use them in battle but you believe it's time to take them out now. Adding them to your party, you wonder if Raihan has an Axew or Bagon yet. It would be a nice surprise...

When you're finished, Raihan also departs from his fans. They all stare when Raihan makes his way towards you and you know they're wondering who you are and who you might be to the dragon tamer - you're too afraid to hold Raihan's hand or do anything else with him in public so you quickly leave with him by your side. What is this feeling? It's so strange...

Once you're home, your house pokemon greet you and Raihan spots Goomy and Dreepy; he greets them happily and you can't help but smile. Meanwhile, Drifloon floats off to the window, obviously upset with Phantump’s departure. You hope he will cheer up soon.

According to the app, your takeout will arrive in half an hour and this is Raihan's second time in your house albeit he has more time to look around your home; however, you and Raihan also have some time to finally be alone together. You get the idea he's thinking the same because you're in the kitchen fixing some drinks for the both of you when you hear him approaching from behind. Before you can turn round, he slips his arms around your shoulders and pulls you into his chest.

"Hey..." He murmurs, leaning down to nuzzle the side of your head before he begins nipping on the shell of your ear affectionately.

You smile, closing your eyes and placing your hands over his as he kisses your temple. "What's up?"

"How’re you feeling?"

"I'm okay." You mutter; when he stops kissing you, you manage to turn to face him and your eyes meet. "It's been a crazy day."

"It's never a dull moment with you." He utters; you briefly recall yourself thinking the same a while ago.

"Yeah, gotta admit...we've had quite a lot of adventures recently." You add, and Raihan chuckles. "Thanks for being there for me."

He grins. "Anything for you, princess." Leaning forwards, he pecks you on the lips briefly and when you break apart, your gazes linger before he closes the gap between you once more and your lips meet. You let out a soft moan from the back of your throat as he steals your breath away and he releases you so you can face him properly; Raihan scoops you in his arms and lifts you up to sit on one of your kitchen counters.

With your adjusted height, you cup his jaw as he leans forwards again, your lips pressing together gently. Your eyelids flutter to a close as you relish the feel of his mouth over yours, kissing you heatedly. He ensures every inch of your lips are pressed and nibbled on, which makes you giggle when you both break apart for some air; your eyes meet for a split second before he swoops on you again - you slip your arms around his neck and moan helplessly against him, melting thoroughly into his embrace as he ravishes you with his mouth.

He holds you tight with his arms wrapped around you securely, your chest firmly pressed against his. “Bedroom?” He suggests.

”Bedroom.” You reply, nodding.

...

A week later.

It's been a while since Raihan has been summoned to see the Chairman at Rose Tower; it's normally not for a good reason, that's for sure. Raihan exits the elevator and he passes a few Macro Cosmos employees who greet him politely. He greets them back with a smile as he jovially makes his way over, passing some Magnezone and Durants with their trainers. Once he's at Rose's penthouse, the door whooshes open for him and he sees Rose standing at the floor-to-ceiling window, looking outside whilst Oleana bows her head.

"Good afternoon, Mr Raihan. Thank you for coming, would you like a drink?" Oleana enquires, holding up a bottle of red wine in her arms.

"No thanks, Oleana."

"Very well." The secretary mutters as she returns the wine bottle over the table, her expression blank yet stoic, "Please, have a seat."

She gestures to the large, black leather sofa beside Rose's desk and he plops himself down; Rose's penthouse is beautiful with modern furnishings and top-notch interior design. Before he can marvel his surroundings any longer however, the Chairman turns round abruptly and begins strolling towards them. "Hello, Raihan."

"Hey, Chairman Rose."

"Do you know why I've asked to see you today?"

"Nope."

"Here, take a look at this." Chairman Rose mutters, taking the seat opposite him and reaching for the wine bottle and empty glass on the coffee table in front of them; he promptly pours himself a glass. "Oleana, show him."

"Yes, sir." Oleana wordlessly strides over to the gym leader and hands Raihan her tablet before returning to Rose's side, hands clasped together as she stands. Raihan looks at the screen where a website called 'THE GROOKEY TRUTH' shows several articles ranging from 'Watch now: Hiker's Escape Rope Epic Fail' and 'Is the World Coming to an End?' to an article that says:

"Dating rumours of Hammerlocke's beloved gym leader has been circulating online once more. The rumours began when a photo uploaded by the Chatot Daily Times that showed the dragon tamer with an unidentified female was quickly and quietly taken down. Fans have quickly come to address this mysterious girl as ‘Raihan’s princess’. Just recently, another photo of Raihan with the same girl has been uploaded on Froakit, the front page of the internet.

While some fans have shown willingness to be supportive if the rumours turn out to be true, other fans have been angry and are demanding an explanation. The netizen who uploaded the photo claimed that the duo looked quite close. T he dragon tamer has recently suffered a string of losses to gym challengers hence fans are concerned that he is taking his responsibilities less seriously due to the distraction."

"This article was published this morning. It really isn't my business who you're dating, Raihan," Rose mutters, swirling the wine inside his glass gently using his hand, "But this isn’t the first time and you need to understand that you're endorsed by the League and through your contract with us, you've received many sponsorships. Therefore, anything negative that could harm your reputation could affect us all too. I don't know how else to put this but...I'll use Leon as a prime example here; as Champion, he cannot afford to let anyone down. He has a wonderful, altruistic personality and most importantly, a sense of responsibility. He has many fans - young, old, male, female - and he's very aware of how he should act in public and how others would perceive him so he's very careful, even if it means he has to grin and bear with the crippling pressure that he faces everyday. So we've decided - to avoid backlash, we're going to deny these rumours and mention that we'll take legal action against those who spread false misinformation."

"Wait." Raihan glances at the tablet again, then gazes at Rose, "No, I can deal with this. I want to confirm the rumours."

...

Meanwhile.

In the department store, you look at the price tags of the sets in your hands and ponder to yourself; hm, which one would Raihan prefer? In one hand, you're holding a lacy red bra and panty set and the other is a sleek, satin black. They're both the same price. You cannot decide which one to buy for the life of you so you dump both into your basket and move on, until a white bra set catches your eye and you grab that too, just in case.

Here you are, buying sexy lingerie to wear for the next time you and Raihan are in bed. You can't help but blush as you contemplate that to yourself, clutching your basket tightly in hand. Now that you're with Raihan, things have become more exciting and fulfilling than ever before: you also want to focus on yourself so you've decided to do some shopping in Wyndon. Along the way, you want to buy Raihan a nice gift so you get him a poketoy bundle that is exclusive for dragon pokemon. It's been a while since you went shopping - especially for yourself - but recently you really want to spoil yourself so you've also purchased a half-day spa package. Pricey as hell, but hopefully worth it when you come out of it as a completely refreshed woman (or so you hope).

You've asked your friend to go and she mentions to you that she can make herself free as long as you tell her what day you want to in advance, so you both spent oodles of time going over the calendar and when you agree on a date, you book the package and she requests a day off work. You're meeting her in the cafe before you hit the spa so that's when you'll break the news to her - you will tell her that you're seeing Raihan and you will also ask her if she wants to go on a date with Leon. You wonder how she'll react. After you buy your lingerie and stuff it into an eco-friendly bag, you make your way to the cafe where you see her waiting for you in the corner.

"Hey." She waves for you and you grin and head over.

"Hey! I'm so glad you're here; I feel like I haven't seen you forever!" You gush.

"I know.”

"I miss you so much!”

"Me too!" She exclaims. You both exchange a hug; you feel she's in a better mood compared to the last time you saw her as she grabs her purse, ready to leave her seat. "So, what do you wanna drink?"

"I'll treat you."

"But you treated me last time."

"It's fine, it's on me. What do you want? Black coffee, no sugar?"

"Ehh, I actually kinda want their Milcery mint mocha for a change. They have millefeuille today too."

"Right, got it." You put down your bags and head to the counter where you order the drinks and your food. The cafe is slightly busy today but fortunately the wait is not too long. Once it's ready, you grab the tray with the hot drinks - you got the mocha and fluffy layered cake, and you've ordered an affogato and Swirlix tiramisu - and because you want to spoil yourself, you buy a red velvet cupcake too - and you return to the table, balancing the full tray in your hands.

"Mm, looks yummy." She says, "Thanks."

"No problem. Thanks for being able to come out today." You help her lift the mocha off the tray and nudge it near her side on the table whilst you do the same for your drink and cake.

She sighs, grabbing the napkin and unfolding it. "I need a break, so all good."

"How's work?"

"Shite," She moans, "It's absolute shite."

You purse your lips. "Is it not getting better?"

"It's not really getting better or anything, but I just feel like my soul is slowly being sucked out of my body."

"You're doing something you don't enjoy, that's why."

"Yeah, I think so too. Even though the pay's good and so is the commission.... that's the only good thing about it, I guess."

"Have you thought about what you want to do?"

Your friend looks glumly at her cup as she holds it in her hands. "Not really. Never mind, let's not talk about work anymore. I can't wait for the spa."

"Same. Did you look at the spa menu?"

"Yeah, and I looked at the reviews. It's a pretty high-end place."

"I wanted to go for the best." You reply; you both taste your coffee and discover that it's really good. "Oh yeah, I need to tell you something. Well, more like ask."

"What?"

"....Do you wanna... go on a date with the Champion of Galar, Leon?"

Your friend looks at you blankly for a few seconds, before she goes, "Wut?"

"I was going to work one day and I saw Opal outside - she's the gym leader of Ballonlea - and she asked if I knew anyone who was single; she wants to set Leon with someone, and I thought about you."

Your friend's eyes widen at once before she splutters, "Wait, WHAT?"

"But only if you want to."

She looks visibly nervous, fidgeting in her seat. "What the...where is...where is this coming from? Why? This is so random!!!"

"I know, I know, and I'm sorry for not telling you earlier, but I think he's a great guy."

"Well, why didn't she ask you?"

"She did, but I - " You pause somewhat, before you utter out, "I'm seeing someone already: Raihan."

Her eyes bulge once more. "WHAT?" Leaning forwards in her chair, she grabs your hand. "Oh my Shaymin, what! You are? Wait, I knew it! You know Raihan posted up a selfie of himself with your brother the other day, right??? I was like when did Raihan meet your brother??? When did this happen?? When were you going to tell me this???" She exclaims; she sounds happy for you, which makes you feel better inwardly considering you weren't sure how she would react.

"Well...We just started going out."

She stuffs her knuckles into the mouth, and emits a squeal with glee. "That is so cute! I'm so happy for you!"

"Thanks..." You leave your sentence trailing, chuckling. "So...do you wanna go on a date with Leon? I know you have a thing for men with long hair - or was it men in tights?"

Your friend clams up again and you're pretty sure you see her cheeks going slightly pink. You recall that your friend attempted to become Champion a long time ago and gave up after losing several times. Leon is champion and has been since the tender age of ten...so, you suppose there's somekind of common ground there but you don't want to mention this to her, of course. Wait! What if being around Leon makes your friend think about her forgotten, destroyed childhood dreams???! Or maybe you're thinking too much now? You quickly bat those thoughts away and say with a smile, "He's a really friendly guy, I'm sure you guys will get along."

"...What if he's not interested? What if he doesn't like me?"

"He won’t." You reply; however, she drops her smile, looking visibly troubled. Maybe you shouldn't have mentioned this to her...

However, much to your surprise, she nods. "Okay, I guess there's no harm, and it's always good to meet more people."

"Exactly! I'll tell Opal the good news." You add, before you quickly type a message to the gym leader.

Once you finish messaging Opal, you continue catching up. There’s a lot to share - you tell her that Raihan had a crazed stalker, you went camping with him, he gave you a Goomy and a Dreepy, he helped catch a Galarian Ponyta which you gave to your brother. Speaking about Glenn, you tell her that he went missing in the woods near your home and you had to battle him because he got mind-controlled by a Shiinotic but you lost and Raihan paid; the prize money was a lot, almost equivalent to the price of a vitamin. Then you also found Phantump’s dead body and now he’s with Allister.

”Bloody hell.” Your friend says, in response to all this.

You even tell her that Raihan keeps calling you princess.

”Well, from what you’ve told me, he certainly treats you like one.”

She has a good point, although the pet name has stuck since that online article was released.

The coffee's really good, so you and your friend end up ordering two more each along with some more cake and then depart to the spa. With three coffees in your system and a whole lot of sugar, you're pretty jittery inside. After you finish up in the spa, it's getting late and you both leave the establishment feeling relaxed and refreshed and in an elevated mood. You had opted for a full, relaxing seaweed bath, facial and body massage and now your neck, shoulders, back and arms feels rid of many cricks and stiff joints and your skin is super smooth and shiny.

"That foot massage really hit the spot." Your friend comments, "That Mr. Mime is good with his hands - " Pause. "Fuck, that sounded so wrong! You get what I meant though, right???"

You snort with laughter as she squawks helplessly. "Yeah."

She curses loudly anyway, before she opens her phone to check any messages; her eyes widen and she turns to you. "Um, I think you should see this."

"What is it?"

"Look." She hands you her phone and you see that she's brought up Raihan's social media page. You can see the selfie he took with your brother which he ended up posting onto his account along with a new post; selecting it, you see that the post is a massive wall of text and there's more than a thousand comments on it. Your friend says, "He's confirming that he's dating. Aww, look at what he's written. It's so sweet."

You wonder what's triggered this but when you read his post, he doesn't disclose your name or any other information about you, other than his girlfriend is really important to him, he enjoys spending his free time with her and he really cares about her. You feel your heart thudding harder, your cheeks warming. He also mentions that it won't stop him from training or working harder as Hammerlocke gym leader - in fact, it's inspired him to work harder - so his fans shouldn't be worried.

You sigh under your breath as you hand her the phone. "Sorry, I think I should head back now."

"That's okay." Your friend says with a smile. "I had fun today. Let's hang out again soon."

"Sure. Maybe next time we could go on a double date or something." You reply, and she laughs. “Tell me how the date goes.”

”Yeah, yeah, okay.”

You both split up - she makes her way to the train station and you scoop out your phone. You should go see him. You quickly call him and you wonder if he'll be able to pick up but then -

"Hey, princess." He sounds cheerful as always.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah."

"Where are you right now?"

"At the stadium."

"I'll come over."

"Okay."

After you hang up, you call the taxi to take you to Hammerlocke.

...

Raihan waits for his girlfriend.

There hasn't been any scheduled matches today which was a nice change of pace, but it doesn't mean he gets to slack off. His entire day was full of training with his pokemon; he's been devising various battle strategies and tactics so next time, a victory will be guaranteed. He's been so absorbed with work that he hasn't even looked at his phone much and it’s getting hot, so he sits cross-legged in the middle of the pitch with a pen and notebook in hand. He removes his hoodie and sweatband, leaving them folded on the soft grass by his side.

He wonders when she'll get here when suddenly someone pounces on his back and a pair of arms wrap around him; she kisses him on the cheek and nuzzles his neck and he chuckles. "Hey."

"Hey." She says, before she gives him a tight, affectionate squeeze and nibbles the shell of his ear.

"Are you okay?"

"Yep!! I had three coffees, that's all."

In that case, she should have coffee more often.

"C'mere." Raihan tries to be careful with her - he peels her off his back and into his arms, bringing her into his lap where he aggressively attacks her neck and face with kisses and playfully nips at her skin. She giggles, clinging onto him as he ravages her. Pulling away for a split second, he leans forwards again to take a whiff of her hair. "Mm. You smell good."

"I went to the spa with my friend today..." His girlfriend wriggles in his grip to sit up and he keeps her perched in his lap; cupping her face, he takes one good look at her - cute as always, yep, and this time, she is positively glowing... the spa has done her some good; throwing his glance to the side, he also notices the numerous shopping bags she's brought with her. "I got you something."

He lets go of her as she reaches over and accidentally knocks over a bag where he can see this red lacy bra inside.

"Whoa! You weren't supposed to see that! Not yet anyway..." She exclaims and he chuckles; she quickly seizes it and moves it behind another bag and away from his eyes, but he's seen it all already. She grabs another bag, fishes out a rather large bundle from inside which she hands to him. It's a poketoy set specifically for an assortment of pokemon types ranging from dragon to ground.

Grinning, he says, "Thanks," and promptly opens it, lifting out a feathery toy which he uses to tickle her nose with. She scrunches up her face in response and he laughs at her expression.

"It's also got this incense that relaxes dragon-type pokemon." She explains, rubbing at her nose.

"It's great, I'm sure the guys will love it." He murmurs, before he puts the toy down, slides his arms around her waist as she sits up properly, glancing around again before she spots his hoodie and puts it on. It's so huge on her tiny frame that she completely disappears inside it and the sleeves are so long, they dangle off her arms; Raihan watches her silently; she's never worn his clothes before and he has to admit, it's a bit hot. To complete the outfit, he takes his headband that he's left lying over the grass and carefully eases it over her head. It's obviously too big for her; it keeps dropping over her eyes.

She pushes the headband up over her forehead and holds it there. "I saw the post," She says next, voice laced with concern, "What happened?"

He shrugs casually as he reaches for her free hand, pulling the sleeve of his hoodie up to reveal her fingers; he carefully slides his thumb into the base of her tiny palm and rubs her thoroughly; she watches him tentatively before she closes her fingers over his hand in return and holds his hand gently in hers. He says, "There were rumours going round saying I was dating; fans were worried that I was getting distracted and not taking my responsibilities seriously enough."

"Am I?" She asks, "...Am I distracting you?"

He cracks a grin, chuckling as she opens his hand and begins using her fingertip to trace the lines in his large palm. Her hand is so small and fragile compared to his but her fingertips are quite rough. She's used to hard work. "Nope." He mutters, scooping her fingers with his and rubbing them with his thumb.

"I'm sorry that happened, you don't deserve it."

"S'okay."

"I saw the comments too, a lot of them weren't nice."

He shrugs when she mentions his haters. "I'm used to it." Using his other hand, he pats her affectionately on the head, smoothing her hair down and stroking the side of her cheek, "Don't worry about me. It'll take more than that to get me down."

She pouts, but then smiles. "Okay, that's good. I’m glad. If it ever gets too much, we could always go somewhere else - maybe to Johto or Hoenn. I heard people have their own secret bases there."

"I could ask Kabu."

"Great."

”...Rose wanted to deny the rumours. I didn’t want that. It’s not fair on you.” He replies and she brings his hand to her chest, clutching him tightly. ”It’ll be okay. You don’t need to be a part in any of this.” He knows she enjoys her privacy, so he won’t ask her to be in any videos or photos.

“It’s not like it’s a big secret anyway - your cheerleaders know we’re together. And I think it's the other way round. I mean, you distract me a lot when I'm at work - I'm always thinking about you."

Raihan hesitates, raises a brow, before he grins once more and lets go of her hand to encircle his arms around her waist, pulling her even closer. She's being very bold today - first, she took him by surprise and also took the initiative; second, she clearly bought some sexy lingerie for the next time they would be in bed together, and now she is saying this. She delivers it in such a straightforward, blunt manner, he's not quite sure if he heard her properly but he did. He feels he should reward her so he leans in close, their noses touching.

"...Is that so?" He mutters, with his lips mere millimetres from hers. He slides one hand down from her waist to her ass, caressing her, and she blushes.

"Mm-hm, I'm always thinking about the stuff you do to me when we're together."

"Such as?"

She pulls his headband away from her eyes, lets go of his shoulders to cup his face, stroking the sturdy outline of his jaw and cheek with her thumb and their gazes meet. She tilts her head to the side and he leans in further, finally getting the chance to press his lips against hers. He gently massages her mouth with his, holding her tightly in his arms and pulling her firmly against him whilst she drapes her arms around his neck.

When they pull away, she smiles and says, "I'll leave that to your imagination."

...

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Wallflower: Chapter 5 - The Long Day

Raihan x F!Reader

Disclaimer: Do not own Pokemon

Note: This is my first Pokemon fanfic. I hope you enjoy it :) Originally posted on Archive of Our Own.

Summary: You’re an unassuming Pokemon breeder who works at the nursery in the Wild Area and he’s Raihan, the fearsome gym leader of Hammerlocke who has more than a million followers.

You don’t want anything to do with him but he’s…persistent.

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Lemon, smut, violence, language

THE LONG DAY

...

It's been a long day.

A match has just finished. He lost, again. The gym challenger jumps up and down happily whilst he recalls his fainted Duraludon and the sandstorm subsides. There's sand in his eyes but he forces himself to blink through it. The crowd's cheers gradually die down as both challengers make their way to the middle of the pitch and shake hands.

"Congrats." Raihan says, before he goes over his rehearsed line. He's said it so many times, he's lost count. He hands out the Dragon badge, gives them a TM as a gift and sends the gym challenger along their merry little way. He'll also keep his eyes peeled whether the gym challenger makes it to the finals or not.

The audience leaves, the stadium grows quiet and Raihan retires to the changing rooms where he pulls off his hoodie, leaving himself in his dragon uniform, plops himself down on a cold, hard bench, removes his headband and checks his phone. He goes through his selfies and opens his trusted app, uses the filters and chooses which one suits his liking. When he's finished with the minor edits, he posts it up on his account and a slew of likes and comments appear within several seconds of being uploaded.

'Great match, Raihan!'

'Loser'

'Ur so hot my king <333'

'Lost again, huh? not surprised'

''I get how u like to use weather in ur battles - sandstorm, rain, hail - but that was a pure shitstorm'

'Sending u so much luv, ur ma precious bby (ง︡'-'︠)ง'

’DADDY’

'Marry me!!!'

'Maybe if u spent more time training ur pokemon rather than taking selfies, u wouldn't b a shitty trainer. Just sayin ¯\_(ツ)_/¯'

'can I suck ur cock??'

The comments are mixed, needless to say. He scrolls down the growing list until he spots one from a fan with a username that seems familiar to him. The message says 'Plz go 2 Spikemuth??? I know u lost but I’ll always b ur biggest fan'.

Huh. Interesting. He hadn't been to Spikemuth for a long time and he hadn't seen Piers for a while either. Checking his Rotom calendar, he sees that he doesn't have any matches scheduled until next week. Maybe he should go and unwind, take a quick break. Replying to the message, he says 'Great idea!'. He doesn't even need to pack anything because he'll just be there for one night; instead, he merely books a return ticket from Hammerlocke to Circhester online and grabs his hotel keycard. Being a gym leader meant he had several privileges, including a twenty four seven hotel room courtesy of Macro Cosmos in Hotel Ionia.

Once he arrives in Spikemuth, it's already nighttime and he hits the nightclub after visiting Piers. He doesn't remember the name of the club but he frequents it and before he enters, he snaps another photo of himself and uploads it.

Inside, the nightclub is bustling. He's used to this type of scene and he goes to the bar, orders a drink. The first drink is on the house because he comes here so often. Although he's alone, he's approached various times by attractive women of all shapes and sizes who take selfies with him. In almost every photo, they stick their tongue out and do the peace sign. The amount of people who recognise him and go up to him as the night goes on makes him a little exhausted, so he doesn't stay in one area of the club for long, opting to change seats often. As soon as he's changed seats for the umpteenth time, he's immediately approached by a girl in a black dress; she's very attractive and slim.

"Hi." She says coolly, looking at him through half-hooded eyes.

"Hey." He replies, taking a sip of his drink.

"What are you doing here?"

He shrugs.

She smiles widely. "I'm Louisa. Are you gonna buy me a drink or you gonna leave me hanging?"

He takes another sip of his drink and settles the glass on the counter. "Sure."

Calling the bartender over by waving his hand lazily, Louisa excitedly takes the seat beside him and he allows her to order what she wants. It's something expensive but he puts it on his tab. For a few minutes or so, they chat and flirt, and she orders more and more drinks and her words become garbled and she asks him invasive questions which he’s used to, then she tells him she wants to be as rich and famous as he is and asks him for his secret. When he tells her there is no secret, her demeanour changes - she rubs her foot against the length of his leg before she slips out of her barstool and tugs at his hand playfully, inviting him to dance. He lets her take the lead and once on the dance floor, she begins grinding against his hips and taking his hands with hers and putting them on her waist.

Louisa's pulling some pretty bold moves but he finds himself looking away and it's then Raihan spots a girl sitting amongst a group of women in one corner who are chatting loudly; he remembers that interview he did recently and this girl - he has never seen her before and she is definetely not a gym challenger either - but she fits everything he described. He can't help but stare. She's wearing a tight, black dress which she doesn't seem to be comfortable in as she sits at the very edge, looking rather lost as she holds her drink in hand. She doesn't even look like she's enjoying herself. He watches her for a few moments or so, noticing how she lifts a hand to tuck her hair behind her ear and glance at her companions before she shifts her gaze to her lap. She's clearly not at home here. Raihan stares at her for a little longer than intended, drinking in the sight of her until Louisa steps on his foot with her pencil heel.

"Oh! I'm so sorry - " She says, before she immediately slams a hand over her mouth and rushes away - and promptly projectile vomits all over the floor. Looks like someone’s had too much to drink. She collapses and some concerned members of the public go help her out.

After making sure she's okay, he watches as she's carried out and returns to his seat and orders another drink. He downs it in one sip and wipes his mouth, finding his eyes glued on this other girl who’s captured his eye and piqued his interest; he sees her leaving her seat and walking towards his direction. It appears she's been asked to order drinks because she's the only one sober. Raihan watches her; she walks right past him, not even batting an eyelid.

What the Bidoof? She totally ignored him!

Doesn't she know who he is???

He observes her as she returns to her seat, balancing three drinks on a tray which her friends end up making her drink. A while later, she seems to be drunk as well because she heads to the dancefloor on her own, looking around and swaying slightly. Raihan finishes another drink and his head's throbbing too but what the hell - he wants to talk to her so he heads over and once he reaches her, he slides an arm around her waist and she looks up.

"Hi, do you wanna dance?"

She squints her eyes at him; she didn't hear him over the loud music. "...What?"

He repeats his question.

"I don't...I don't talk to strangers." She manages to slur out.

He's fairly amused; she's so cute, like a little Skitty with her pink cheeks and somewhat dazed expression. "I'm not a stranger, I'm Raihan."

"Who?"

He pauses, momentarily stunned.

Then he grins.

A girl who doesn't know him.

What are the odds, really?

...

Present.

There's a team of investigators at your house; the box has been removed and they opened it.

A pokemon's heart was inside.

You didn't see it but these men dressed in white came and took something red and fleshy out and deposited it into an icebox. The date has ended miserably; you sit on your sofa with the front door open as Looker’s team scour the rest of your house but the culprit is long gone. After taking down your testimony, you wonder what's going to happen next - Looker speaks to a man in scruffy shorts, flip flops, t-shirt, cap and sunglasses. People would've thought this man was a hobo but it was actually Chairman Rose in his civilian disguise. You can't hear what they're talking about but it can't be good. His secretary stands stiffly in silence with her hands clasped together, looking rather solemn.

Raihan sits beside you and you're stuck in his embrace. He's been hugging you the entire time but you feel he needs a hug more than you do because no-one should be facing this alone and also, you are grateful he's here so you wrap your arms around his waist and when you look up at him, he smiles at you reassuringly and pecks you on the forehead before snuggling you, and you do the same. It feels good to be in his arms, even though the date is over and there’s random men in your house, going through your things and trampling over your nice pristine carpet with their mucky boots.

Luckily, your Pokemon were fine - you flung open your door and when you saw Drifloon and Phantump in the living room, you pulled them into a hug and returned them to their pokeballs. Then you looked around for Espie and found her sleeping in your closet so you quickly returned her safely into her ball as well. Poliwag never left the bathroom and was swimming in your bathtub which he had filled with water so you quickly recalled him too. You tucked all your pokeballs into your safe box and counted them three more times just incase. Everyone's accounted for. Thank Arceus, your Pokemon are unharmed. You will call Glenn later and ask if he can pop by your house and look after your Pokemon if he’s free.

What a shit way to end the first date you have with Raihan. You'll remember this for the rest of your life. Oh boy, what a story to tell the grandkids. Jokes aside, the Chairman's presence here doesn't bode well because you know once he finishes talking to Looker, he will probably speak to the both of you. This is bigger than you, Raihan and Looker...no matter how much you wanted to keep the Dusclops in the closet. More and more people are getting involved and will find out about the one night stand. This is humiliating.

Groaning, you close your eyes and Raihan hugs you even tighter than before that your lungs might pop. "Are you okay?" He's asked you that question a few times now.

You're not okay and you don't know whether to humour him or not, so you utter, "This isn't the first time I've seen a dead pokemon. Did I tell you that too?" Sarcastic, cynical response it is. He doesn't deserve it but you can't help yourself in this situation.

"Yeah," He replies (thank goodness he's not offended), "I'm sorry I got you involved."

"It's not your fault."

You resume your cuddling but it's cut short when Chairman Rose finishes talking to Looker and begins heading towards your house and enters through the front door. His secretary follows silently. Immediately, you climb out of his lap, allowing Raihan to stand up and you follow his example, except you begin to tremble slightly until Raihan squeezes your hand. Once Rose is directly in front of you, he exchanges glances between the two of you before he smiles warmly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Rose and I'm the Chairman of the Pokemon League. You must be Raihan's new belle." He says.

Belle? Like the character from the popular, classical movie, Beauty and the Buzzwole? This guy is kind of weird. There's something off about him but you can't just put your finger on it.

Before you can even speak, Rose turns to the gym leader and adds, "Raihan, it's been a while since we last saw each other; usually I have no business in your affairs but this time....well, where do I even begin?" He's smiling but you don't think this conversation is heading to a good direction.

"Chairman Rose." Raihan greets him; he's different when dealing with this man. He's more stoic and serious. "We're taking care of it. I've got Looker helping us."

"I'm taking your word for it, but I'm disappointed in you. Get this sorted out right now. This could ruin everything I've worked for and I'm not taking any chances. Why else do you think the paparazzi aren't going crazy over this? I'm paying them to keep their mouths closed."

Raihan's expression doesn't change. "I'm aware."

"I'm glad you understand the severity of the circumstances here." With that, Rose turns and leaves. The tight-lipped woman doesn't say anything and follows after him.

There's a brief silence between the two of you until Raihan sits down on the sofa again.

"Raihan?" You mutter; he keeps his eyes trained on the floor but he looks up when you sit down beside him. "What did he mean? Is...is that why...when the photo of us got posted online, it just vanished the next day? I mean, okay, I guess it's a godsend something else came up but...did Chairman Rose really pay the press off? I'm sure that man won't do things for free......Is it coming from your pay cut?" Although you're not sure exactly how Raihan's making money - either from being sponsored by various companies or individuals, or from his social media - you're not sure but now that you think about it... well, you didn't think about it until now.

He nods.

Oh, shit. Your lip trembles slightly and you rub your elbow awkwardly. "Oh, Raihan."

"It's fine. I didn't want you to worry or get hurt." Raihan says, smiling gently before he reaches for your hand, entwining your fingers with his. You gaze at him worriedly and when he drops the smile, you carefully pull your hand free from his and taking a deep breath, you attempt to calm your thundering heart as you awkwardly slide your arms around him. This is your first time taking the initiative and your cheeks feel warmer than usual. He realises this too and he looks at you in surprise before you give him a squeeze. So... here you are, showing affection and care.

"I think it's best if we lay low after this." You mutter, "Chairman Rose is right. This is getting worse...and your career might be ruined. It's not worth it."

In response, he gives you a tight squeeze.

You hear someone clearing your throat and that's when you both throw your glances over. It's Looker; he looks slightly disgruntled. "Sorry to interrupt, I just wanted to check if you’re both okay.”

“Thanks, Looker,” Raihan replies, "We're fine."

”Good.”

As he begins to leave, his Rotom hovers into the air and exclaims, "Bzzzt! Confirmed visual! Suspect is at Rose Tower!"

"Thanks, Rotom. Let's go."

You turn to Raihan and your gazes meet. "...Should we go with him?"

....

Looker leaves Ballonlea and makes his way to Rose Tower; arriving at reception, he shows the receptionist his badge and proceeds to tell her he's looking for someone. He gives a name - a female's - and the receptionist checks internal employee records and informs him this particular employee is located on the fifteenth floor, belonging to the IT department. Looker thanks her and enters the awaiting lift. He's only been to Rose Tower a few occasions and discovers it's quite a sterile environment. He watches various Macro Cosmos employees walking around, all donned in the casual, cool uniform, with the hat and shades and the funky-looking triangle shaped pokeball holders stuck to their hips. They're all role model trainers - friendly, intelligent and hip.

Rotom did an excellent job - Raihan's biggest fan is a Marco Cosmos employee who lives in Spikemuth. It was typical - drunk father, dilapidated environment, hundreds of photos of Raihan in her room... This will be over soon.

Once the lift doors open, Looker finds the next reception desk and asks the lady for the girl and where she sits; the lady asks if she should call her - Looker says no, but asks for access inside - the lady kindly grants permission to enter the IT floor using her pass. Once inside, there are rows and rows of desks in open plan all filled with large computer screens - many employees are looking at two or four screens at one time, tip-tapping away rapidly into their computers. There's numerous Porygon floating around but they don't pay attention to him.

Looker goes up to a random employee and asks if he knows where the girl is. The employee tells him that she's at a booth and points down the hallway. Looker curses and makes his way as quickly as he can to the hot desk area where he sees a lone girl with her back to him, sitting at one of the terminals. Looks like she's in the middle of uploading something. Shit, it's not the video, right? A Banette stands beside her and once it senses Looker's arrival, it tugs on her elbow and hisses, a rattling noise emitting from its body.

"Stop!" Looker yells; he's just a few feet from her and the girl abruptly turns round in her swivel chair. "Don't do it."

It's a young girl; maybe even younger than Raihan's current girlfriend. Looker wasn't sure what to exactly expect but she seems perfectly normal. "Who...who are you??" She demands, clearly stunned by his arrival.

"Don't do it." Looker says sternly; he doesn't bother with any introductions. "I know who you are and what you did. Are you sure you want to do this to Raihan?" Looker points to the computer where the screen is frozen with the commands 'Confirm' or 'Cancel' and she throws her glance to the monitor. "Do you have it in your heart to do something like this to him? Is this something you really want to do? Think about it. If you press that button, you'll ruin everything he's worked for and you know he's worked hard to get to where he is now."

The girl looks annoyed at his words, "I-I don't know what you're talking about. Please leave."

"I went to your home and spoke to your father, and I found the hotel room with the slot behind the light switch where you put the camera. We know what you did to the Deerling. Do you really want to go through with this?"

He's expecting some kind of angry response, some form of retaliation to his claims. However, she merely closes her eyes, re-opens them and says, "You don't understand, nobody does. If I don't do this then he won't even bat an eyelid at me. I did everything for him. He is my everything. I've done everything for him and it's still not enough. He didn't see me at all. He doesn't see me...why doesn't he see me? I do so much for him. I comment on every video and photo, I go to as many matches as I can, I changed myself, I changed my hair, my eyes - but it didn't work, nothing did."

"And are you happy with yourself? With who and what you have become?"

She grows silent.

"You aren't, are you? You probably don't recognise yourself anymore. You probably don't even know who you are anymore. Deep inside, you know this is wrong."

"She was one step ahead. It should've been me, it was supposed to be me."

"But it wasn't. And now you're angry, you're upset and betrayed."

"Yes."

"It doesn't have to be this way."

A brief silence spawns before she casts her morose gaze to the floor. She utters, "He helped me get up every morning....helped me get through the day. If it wasn't for him, I probably would've killed myself a long time ago."

"I understand." Looker replies, "If you really love him, then you would forgive him."

Before the girl can say anything, however, there's the sound of footsteps approaching and Looker turns to see Raihan and his girlfriend standing at the hallway along with a random Macro Cosmos employee - looks like they've just arrived and everyone seems stunned to see each other.

Chaos ensues:

"What's going on here?!" The Marco Cosmos employee demands.

"Goddamnit, what the hell are you two doing here?!" Looker barks angrily; he rarely loses his cool, but this...? Motherfurret!

"What the...what is she doing here?!" The obsessed fan begins to screams; her calm demeanour vanishes at once and her expression turns murderous as she glances at Banette. "Go Banette, attack! Use Shadow Ball!" She promptly turns to the computer and Looker fumbles for a pokeball.

"Growlithe, stop her!" He throws the capsule and releases the puppy pokemon who immediately dashes over and bites on the sleeve of her uniform, pulling her arm away from the mouse but she's able to start the upload.

Banette's Shadow Ball hurtles towards the gym leader's direction; Raihan releases his Duraludon to shield his girlfriend whilst he also throws himself over her. She cannot react in time to Banette's attack but a pokeball stuck to her waist opens up and a burst of light appears, revealing another pokemon that blocks the attack along with Duraludon - it's a Garchomp - and it immediately retaliates with a Dragon Claw, knocking the Banette out in one smooth hit. Looker rushes up to the desk and grabs the mouse, cancelling the upload before it reaches one hundred per cent. Banette's attack bounces off Duraludon and the room grows silent.

”No, Banette!” The obsessed fan screams as Growlithe tugs her away from the computer and Looker quickly pulls out the USB device. With her other hand, she grabs a pokeball off her belt and tosses it forwards, “Druddigon, go!"

As a massive pokemon appears and attacks Growlithe, she is released and she quickly returns her fainted Banette into an Ultra ball before making a run for it. Looker chases after her as she disappears into the emergency exit.

...

"Beldum, use Take Down!"

From that day on, you took Beldum outside to train everyday. The mountains near your home was an ideal place and after a few days of scouring, you found a small patch of grass containing weak pokemon which you could use to train Beldum, namely Trapinch who are at a level much lower than Beldum. You direct Beldum when to attack and avoid and when the Trapinch faints, you jump and down on the spot with joy.

"Yay! You did it!"

Beldum turns to you, eye curling with happiness. You can't always tell what it's thinking but you know it enjoys training. You can also feel it's growing stronger as the days pass. Beldum is not strong enough to face other pokemon so you only have him face Trapinch and so far, you're also noticing that his attack stats are getting stronger compared to his others.

"Phew! Let's go home!" You exclaim, "It's been a long day."

Beldum nods in agreement. You've used up all your potions to keep his health up; no worries though, because Glenn will be going to the pokemart tomorrow and you can ask him to buy some for you. As you return Beldum to his pokeball, suddenly it disappears from your hand and you're shoved from behind. Landing on the ground, your knees scraping in process, you look up to see a group of boys on their bikes who are clutching Beldum's pokeball. Urgh, if it isn't Graham and his little gang.

"Hey! Give me him back!" You yell angrily as you get up wobbly. Your knees are bleeding and so are your palms, but Beldum was more of your concern.

"You want him? Then come get 'im!" Graham exclaims, before he starts pedalling away on his bike. His cronies follow and you growl under your breath, grabbing the handlebars of your bike and lifting it off the ground. You follow the boys as fast as you could go, going deeper and deeper into the forest and up a steep mountain path until you see them up ahead and looks like they've ditched their bikes to crouch in front of some bushes; once you arrive, you climb off your bike and run up to them, furious.

Before you can even yell, Graham grabs you and slaps his grubby hand over your mouth, silencing you. "Shhhh! It'll hear you!" He hisses and you blink, wide-eyed.

He drags you towards the rest of his group where they're spying on a large dragon pokemon in a cave that is hunched over a Deerling... it's a small, feeble thing - and your eyes widen as you see the large pokemon smash the Deerling's head into the ground and it lets out a weak but horrifying, pained bleat until it stops moving. Growling low, the massive dragon pokemon begins to sink its jaws into its body and tear at the flesh. Using it's massive claws, it proceeds to tear the body apart and you see nothing but blood and entrails. The boys are staring, transfixed, whilst you watch in horror. You try to escape but Graham's grip on you is too strong as he forces you to watch, much to your disgust.

"W-what is it?" One of the boys asks.

"I think it's a Druddigon."

"And it's eating that Deerling!"

In unison, they all coo in awe even though you're horrified and repulsed and you try to escape once more, your foot stepping over a twig and causing it to snap loudly. Everyone gasps as the Druddigon immediately turns its head to your direction and the boys make a run for it; Graham lets go of you and pushes you to the ground once more and your head smacks against the dirt. As you sit up, your vision is slightly blurred as you watch the boys grabbing their bikes and pedal away, leaving you behind. You don't know where Beldum is until it appears in a burst of light and hovers in front of you protectively.

"Beldum!" You exclaim with relief. Glancing around, you find Beldum's discarded pokeball and grab it, just as a massive shadow covers your form and you look up to see the huge Druddigon before you. It lets out an insanely loud roar and you scream, throwing your arms over your head to brace for impact -

- but nothing happens.

Lowering your arms, you glance over to see a small blue pokemon with a red tummy that has stopped the Druddigon in its rage; it stands alongside your Beldum, facing off against the dragon. It waves it's little arms and snaps its jaws as it attempts to kick sand at the Druddigon and you know it's using Sand Attack.

A Gible?

Standing up, you know neither of the pokemon are a match against the Druddigon so you recklessly grab your Beldum and the Gible and take off running.

....

Oh crumbs, Looker had almost calmed down the culprit but your group ruined it by waltzing into the scene. Neither of you were aware, of course; you and Raihan had merely arrived at Rose Tower and asked if anyone had seen Looker. A kind Macro Cosmos employee said yes and agreed to take you over to see him. However, the moment you saw that Druddigon and fear gripped you like ice. It's been a long time since you've been afraid and you’re brought to your senses when you hear Garchomp growling and you blink, turning to him.

"Chompy?"

Garchomp emits another growl; you know he's asking if you're okay.

"Yes, I'm fine. Sorry about that. Thanks for saving me."

He nods and then turns to the Druddigon.

Ah, that's right. A Gible came to save you that day. It just came out from nowhere and once you successfully ran away from the Druddigon, it decided to stay with you and Beldum. Ever since you added Gible to your team, you trained him until he evolved into a Garchomp and now he's one of your most reliable fighters along with Metagross. You smile fondly at Garchomp as he waddles in front of you and you quickly come to realise that Raihan's Duraludon is fighting the Druddigon; he's whittled down the Druddigon's health until it's weak and you hastily issue a command to finish it off: “Garchomp, use Dragon Claw.” You instruct, and your pokemon strikes down your opponent with speed and strength like no other.

Druddigon is quickly knocked out and Raihan turns to you and your pokemon, grinning. "We make a good team."

You're not sure what to think - Looker was handling it fine without you two. "We shouldn't have come. What were we thinking? We're not ten years old anymore. I'm too old for this." You reply, and Raihan chuckles. Turning to the Macro Cosmos employee who has escorted you to Looker, you see he's busy on the phone informing his superiors about an emergency - also, the entire IT hot desk area is in complete disarray. Your skirmish with Banette and Drudiggon has resulted in many upturned computers and chairs and a few broken desks.

"C'mon, we need to help Looker." Raihan says, reaching for your hand.

You nod and you both recall your pokemon, then head towards the direction where Looker and the girl sprinted off to.

Adrenaline pumps through your veins and your pulse is racing. This is definitely a date to remember. You're going to remember this day for a long time. You reach the emergency exit, opening the doors where you see the stairs as well as three lifts. It's eerily silent - if Looker was chasing the girl, you would hear them, right? Two of the lifts are heading up, so naturally you assume they've taken the lift - looks like it's going to the very top floor - and you and Raihan immediately jump into the third lift once it arrives and take it all the way up. This very exciting moment is temporarily put on hold as you stand side by side and listen to dingy elevator music on your way to the top; Raihan even attempts to take a selfie. He tries to include you in the photo too but you're not in the mood for photos so you politely decline.

Once the doors slide to an open, action rears it's ugly head again - you and Raihan find yourself in a huge outdoor arena; the air here is terribly chilly and you can feel strong gusts of wind blowing from the stands. Your breath comes out in short puffs and you begin to shiver but you see Looker and the obsessed fan ahead; they have finished a pokemon battle with Looker recalling his fainted pokemon. You and Raihan rush up to him but he holds his arm out.

"Don't do anything rash." He warns, and you take note of the obsessed fan who is standing a distance away. The moment she sees Raihan, and her eyes widen with fright.

"Thanks, Looker. What's her name?"

Looker tells him.

"Thanks, I'll talk to her." Raihan mutters.

"Wait, don't - " You and Looker speak in unison, but Raihan is already walking towards her. You help Looker stand on his feet and you both watch Raihan approach the girl. The atmosphere feels terse, thick with tension.

"Hi," He says, smiling, "You're my biggest fan, right?"

"Y-yes, I am." Strange, she's very timid all of a sudden.

He says her name and she nods.

"You....you know my name?"

"Of course I do."

She clamps a hand over her mouth in shock before tears begin bubbling in her eyes.

"Thanks for supporting me. If it weren't for you, for all of you, things could've turned out a lot differently for me. Thanks for being there for me. I get a lot of harsh comments, but you've always cheered me on. Thank you."

She nods vigorously. "Yes, yes, of course I will!!! You're so important to me, I-I - " She clutches her chest, "I can't believe this, you're...you-you're actually talking to me. I-I've always imagined this! And it's really happening!" She can't seem to control herself now as she splutters and stutters before she reaches for him. She wants to touch him and she begins making her way towards him. Raihan doesn't move, allowing her to approach. What the hell?! You try to interrupt but it's too late - as soon as she's in arm's length of him, you see her pulling a knife from behind her and Raihan doesn't realise -

You release Garchomp from his pokeball and he executes a Slash, causing the knife to go clattering out from her hand. She whips her head to you, furious; Raihan exchanges glances between the two of you whilst Looker hurriedly collects the knife.

"I challenge you to a pokemon battle!" You find yourself yelling out; you need to avert her attention from Raihan or else she'll try to pull a stunt like that again should she get the chance. Enraged, the obsessed fan accepts the challenge, grabs a pokeball from her belt and releases her pokemon. It's a Garchomp, too.

"Garchomp, use Dragon Tail!" She directs her pokemon to attack first.

"Outrage!" You yell, and you watch as both Garchomp lunge at each other. You will show no mercy. The moment they clash and you wince as the Dragon Tail connects with your pokemon; your Garchomp assaults the opponent at the same time and both pokemon land on the ground. Her Garchomp wobbles slightly before collapsing. Success! The enemy Garchomp is knocked out cold and your Garchomp is still standing!

Annoyed, she recalls her fainted Garchomp whilst yours stands proudly in the arena, victorious. She chooses her next pokeball and throws it high into the air. "Go, Dragonite!"

You return Garchomp, thank him for his hard work and choose your next battler. "Go, Tyranitar!"

Raihan watches you and your pokemon with his arms crossed and a smile; you know he's impressed but there's no time to waste.

"Hyper Beam!" The obsessed fan commands, and the Dragonite begins gathering energy in its mouth.

"Ice Punch!" You yell, and Tyranitar acknowledges your instruction with a roar and slams one arm towards the direction of the Dragonite's belly. A cluster of thick ice surrounds your Tyranitar's claw which proceeds to ram into the Dragonite and it stops in mid-attack, promptly knocking out the dragon pokemon with one hit. It's super effective!!!!

The Dragonite is recalled and there's only one pokeball attached to her belt; the obsessed fan is down to her last pokemon. You wonder what her final pokemon is - and she tosses the ball onto the field. A Hydreigon appears in a burst of light and you stare as she quickly returns it; a bright red light appears on her wrist and begins to gather around her - she has a Dynamax band - and she grabs the ball which has become enlarged and throws it high into the air, revealing the Dynamaxed Hydreigon. It promptly flaps its massive wings and a fierce gust of wind almost knocks you off your feet if Tyranitar didn't help by shielding you.

"Thanks, boy." You say, as Tyranitar growls affectionately at you before turning to face the gigantic Hydreigon. "It's Dynamaxed but don't be afraid."

Tyranitar throws it's glance to the ground, twiddling it's claws together timidly.

"You can do it! I believe in you!!" You pat him on the back, and Tyranitar returns to the field. "Use Stone Edge!"

Your Tyranitar nods and emits a roar; the ground shakes and just as the Hydreigon is beginning it attack, Tyranitar summons enormous pillars of rock that burst out from the ground and slams into the Hydreigon without delay. Although it's not a super effective move, the attack hits the Hydreigon square in the chest and it begins to explode in a glorious display of fire and light before it begins to return to normal size. He did it!!

Raihan and Looker watch as the dust clears away. The obsessed fan is out of pokemon. Your pokemon had completely and utterly decimated her team in minutes and her jaw drops in disbelief.

"No!" She yells, furious. Distraught, she looks around the arena shakily before she runs for the railings - you know what she's trying to do - before she can throw herself off, Raihan has grabbed her, hauling her away from the edge just in time. She lands in his chest as he drops over the floor and she attempts to wriggle free, flailing violently. Although you wonder if she's got another knife hidden somewhere, you get the feeling she's out of options and now she is truly helpless. Raihan sits up with the girl who's crying heavily and she's immediately intercepted by Looker who takes out a pair of handcuffs, slapping them on her wrists.

You recall Tyranitar, rush over to Raihan as he gets up to stand, grinning at you. Without thinking twice, you throw your arms around him; he's taken aback by your action, eyes wide, before he chuckles and quickly wraps his arms around you in return and scoops you off the ground; you find your feet leaving the floor and you quickly adjust yourself to this new position, slipping your arms around his neck whilst he keeps you hoisted up with his arms tucked under your knees, your chest pressed against his.

"You idiot, you could've gotten killed!" You can't help but scold him.

Your faces are close as he clutches you. "I'm sorry I made you worry."

"Not good enough." You retort, "Don't do that ever again!"

"Okay." He leans in and quickly pecks you on the mouth and you find your anger subsiding; you can't stay mad at him.

The two of you then turn to Looker who is escorting the obsessed fan out of the arena and towards the lifts. She's still crying uncontrollably, and Looker glances at you and Raihan. "Good job," Looker grunts out, "Thanks for your help, I appreciate it."

"What's going to happen now?"

"You both need to come with me to the police station." Looker replies, and Raihan - still carrying you - begins to trail after him.

"You can let me down." You tell him but he merely smiles at you cheerfully.

"Nope, I like carrying my princess like this ~ "

...

At the police station, there's a lot to do but Looker releases both yourself and Raihan after a few hours; you have provided another set of testimony and it does appear the case is closed. He thanks you for your efforts in stopping the obsessed fan and also your assistance with police investigation. Unused to receiving compliments, you stuttered out that you didn't do anything substantial. Meanwhile, there is some damage to Rose Tower but Macro Cosmos will deal with this themselves and Looker will ensure there are no repercussions on you and Raihan. When you ask Looker what will happen next, Looker informs you that the fan is charged with a number of crimes - recording illegally, blackmail, abuse of employee rights, invasion of privacy, attempted murder and pokemon slaughter. It will depend if charges are to be pressed - in a few days, she could stand trial and her pokemon, confiscated.

Attempted murder? It sounds serious and you scratch your head in befuddlement. It's taking a while to sink in that you were in a dangerous situation earlier...it's like something out of a crime drama or an action movie. Again, these sorts of stuff might happen to your friends, yes. Just not...you.

You can't help but wonder how Raihan feels. Is he doing well? Should he see a counsellor after this? Is he traumatised? You stand at the vending machine, slotting in coins for two fresh waters. You collect the drinks and turn round to see Raihan sitting quietly with his gaze trained on the floor. He's not on his phone, either. You sit down beside him and hand him the bottle of water; he thanks you, unscrews the lid and takes a few gulps.

You both sit in silence for a while until you say, "Do you want to talk about it?"

He breathes in and exhales gently then leans back on the seat, resting his elbows on the chair and looks up at the ceiling. You guess he isn’t in a mood to talk - which you will respect so you don't press him any further. However, he reaches for you, lifts you off your seat and eases you into his lap. He lifts you up as though you weighed nothing. You blink owlishly as he encircles his arms around your waist and buries his nose into your hair, inhaling your scent. You're unmoving for a few moments before you slowly wrap your arms around him. Your action prompts him to clutch onto you tighter, his grip on you increasing.

It becomes a full body hug with your chest pressed tightly against his and your hips knocking together, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck whilst he holds you by the waist. You’re so close to him you can feel his breath on your cheeks. You rest your chin on his shoulder and give him a little rub on his back. His muscles are tense. You hope he will loosen up but all Raihan does is hold you close to him and you can feel the warmth that radiates from his body as well as his steady heartbeat. This actually feels...nice.

There's never a dull moment with Raihan, because he begins trailing little kisses over the side of your face as you cling onto him. You can feel him grinning against your skin before he presses another kiss over your cheek and finally, your lips.

...

Once you return home, you open the door to see Glenn in your living room, playing with your Pokemon. He's wearing a Hydreigon hood with Hydreigon sock puppets on each hand. You bristle at the sight but say nothing. Meanwhile, Espeon sits at his feet, watching. Even Poliwag has left the bathroom and is now sitting in the armchair to his left. Upon your arrival, everyone looks up and Glenn removes the hood and grins widely at you, "Yo!!! How was the date?"

You exhale loudly as you trudge over, removing your bag and collapsing over the couch beside him; you drop your head on his shoulder and groan. "It was fine. I have something for you." You take out Ponyta's pokeball and hand it to him. Glenn has been looking for one for a long time and you know he really wants one, so you figured you'd gift it to him.

"Ohh, a pokemon! This is so exciting! I wonder what's inside?" Glenn takes the pokeball off you and opens it, releasing the horse pokemon and for a few seconds, he's stunned as it lets out a high-pitched whinny and clops its hooves. Glenn's jaw hits the floor. "Oh my Drowzee, whaaaaaat! No way!! Whaaaaaaat? Nooooo, it can't be - whaaaat!"

"Yep, it's a Galarian Ponyta."

He lets out a hoot of joy. "Thanks, sis!!!!" Glenn exclaims cheerfully as he reaches over and pinches at your nose with his fingers hidden behind the Hydreigon puppet before he rushes over to the Ponyta and throws his arms around it. "Ohhh, you're so beautiful, yes you are!! I'm gonna call you 'Sugarplum'."

You giggle as Glenn continues fawning and doting over the Ponyta who neighs in response as he hugs it. It appears to have taken a liking to him immediately and he returns it to the ball, grinning widely. "Thanks, sis!"

"Raihan caught it but he gave it to me.”

He blinks. "Really?! That's amazing! Can you thank him for me?"

"Of course."

You and Glenn settle on the couch again where he continues where he left off with the Hydreigon puppet, "Hydreigon used Dazzling Gleam!"

You wrinkle your nose in response; you don't remember Hydreigon being capable of using this fairy type move, but you're well aware Glenn likes to improvise a lot. "Do you have another puppet?"

"I sure do." Glenn fishes around his bag and gives you a puppet - it's an Espurr with pink beady, glassy eyes - and you promptly drape it over your right hand. Phantump and Drifloon watch, engrossed. "Hydreigon used Dark Pulse!"

"Nooooo, it's super effective!" You cry, shaking your puppet and Espeon hisses angrily at Glenn, "But Espurr clung on using it's Focus Sash! Espurr used Play Rough!"

"It's super effective!!!" Glenn roars, throwing his fists into the air, "Hydreigon regained a little of it's HP using its Leftovers! Hydreigon used Dragon Pulse!"

"Espurr fainted!" You yell, and you make the Espurr puppet squeak with pain before doubling over. Phantump trills loudly in response whilst Poliwag and Drifloon looks between the two of you. And Espeon is still hissing in dismay. When it grows silent, the two of you burst into laughter before you drop to the couch, exhausted.

"Long day, huh?" He asks, when you stop laughing.

"Yeah," You say, "...It was a long day."

...

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