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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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juicehoee · 6 years

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All Along the Watchtower {Chapter 7: Rev it Up, Tiger} (Juice Ortiz)

One/Two/Three/Four/Five/Six/Seven

Bonjour! This one’s kinda sappy, but I added a little bit of Tig in there in addition to Juice so I hope you like it. :) Juice gets a little love in this one!

Chapter 7: Rev it Up, Tiger

“I’m fine! Will you stop fuckin’ worrying?”

Tig fussed with Lana, tying her hair at the back of her head. His eyes overlooked the cuts on her face from the broken glass and decided he needed to bandage them before they got infected.

“You need somethin’ for those cuts, sweetheart.” Tig said, but he sounded far-off and distracted. “Where are those band-aids… They’ve gotta be in the-”

“Tig!” Lana put her hands on either side of his face. “Calm down. Take a deep breath with me.”

She squeezed his cheeks with her palms and instructed him to breathe slowly and with purpose, whatever that meant. He could feel his skin regain some of its color and he didn’t feel so clammy by the third or fourth breath. Hey, maybe that meditation shit really did work.

“You coulda died.” Tig pointed out. “You coulda been dead meat in the passenger’s seat with a bullet between your eyes or wrapped around a tree.”

“But I’m not. Me and Juice are fine.” Lana shrugged. “Can’t say the same for the guy we ran over, but we came out okay. Juice is okay, right?”

“Yes.” Tig stiffened. “What were you doing with Juice anyway.”

“Relax. He was just giving me a ride home.” Lana said. “Focus on the fact a bunch of SAMCRO knock-offs tried to blow Juice’s head and almost killed me in the process.”

“You’re right. You’re right.” Tig relented. “I’m sorry. But you should really lay down. Can’t be good for your head.”

“I told you I’m okay. I don’t want you fussing over me, alright?” Lana scolded him. “I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.”

“I know that. Of course I know that.” Tig said. “You’re a woman capable of taking care of herself, but can you let me take care of you for five minutes?”

“I’m not convinced, Tig. I want to walk home now.”

“Please,” he pleaded. “I won’t put the bandages on your face if you just lay down for a few minutes. Do it for me because it’ll make me feel better, not because you have to.”

“Where am I gonna lay down? Juice is getting patched up back there and he needs it a hell of a lot more than I do.” Lana said.

Tig helped her stand up, placing an arm around her waist and holding her at her elbow. She leaned against him, but didn’t protest his guidance as he walked in sync with her. She was a little sore from being manhandled, but she knew Juice was just trying to make sure she didn’t die (she was still mad at him though).

“Where are we going?” Lana asked.

“My dorm room.” Tig answered. “Sorry for the mess, but you can lay down for as long as you want. I’ll stay with you until you wake up if you feel like going to sleep.”

She yawned and realized just how tired she felt. Her eyelids were drooping and she couldn’t help but squint in trying to keep them open long enough to see where she was going. “Yeah, I think I’ll take a nap.”

Tig nodded. “Sounds like a good idea to me.”

Clay barged into the clubhouse with a sense of urgency he only saved for the rarest occasions (only every other day or so) and had a panicked look in his eyes he learned from decades of watching his friends die. It was amazing he was still intact after all the grief and terror he’d been through.

“Everyone alright?” Clay asked, looking like a deer in headlights.

“She’s fine,” Tig nodded his head toward Lana. “Puerto Rican’s in the back gettin’ patched up. He’s fine. Bullet went straight through.”

“You got her?” Clay asked, processing the information with a wild look.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it.” Tig told him.

Clay stormed to the back room to get information out of Juice about what happened. He’d leave Lana out of it now, but by no means was he about the forget. If anyone knew how to keep a grudge over the tiniest of details, it was definitely Clarence Morrow.

Lana’s head hurt too much to go in and check on Juice. Her cheeks were still burning with humiliation, but their relationship—or lack thereof— was a loss of hope deserving of the death it got. It was a mercy killing; their fling was better choked off by the throat than it was remaining a confused bundle of hormones that neither could really figure out. It wasn’t fair of Juice to throw her into a maze like that, but it certainly wasn’t fair of her to expect him to navigate this maze with her if he didn’t want to. Better they walked out of the whole damn thing together before they got too lost to get out.

“In here, darling.” Tig said, guiding her by the hips into the doorway of his room. “Take the nap. You look like you need it.”

“Do I really look that bad, Tiggy?” Lana asked, tracing the bags under her eyes. “My concealer didn’t wipe off, did it?”

“Just get in there before you put a stitch in my side.” he said, mostly sarcastic but with a hint of concern.

She was surprised by the tenderness in Tig’s touch (she’s always had the idea that he was a gruff troll all the time, must have stemmed from the time she watched him get into a fist fight in the TM parking lot), but he’d shown her a different side these last few weeks. Did it have something to do with Juice? She hoped not; it was bad enough having her mother, Clay, and Jax down her throat about the whole damn thing without another person telling her what to do.

“Are you gonna be here when I wake up?” Lana asked, testing him.

“Do you want me to be?” In Tig’s opinion, the best way to avoid questions you didn’t want to answer was to just answer them with another question.

“I think so.”

The blankets were in disarray so Tig just cleared them and hoped Lana didn’t mind the smell of stale booze and old pussy. The guests he hosted didn’t stay for more than a half hour, forty-five minutes at most. Tig let Lana down on the lumpy mattress, and she curled up into a tight little ball. She looked so small and the angry cuts on her cheeks made her seem like a scared child protecting herself from a storm.

One by one, he laid out the blankets on top of her until she practically disappeared under them. He tucked her in snug, folding the soft material under her until she was wrapped in a warm cocoon that would keep her safe until she woke up.

He sank into the little rocking chair in the corner of the chair. It used to live in his mother’s house, but she had passed a long time ago and the chair was the only thing she left him in her will. His mother was a crazy old witch who carried around a baseball bat like it was her child and hit him with it when she got the chance. In fact, the rocking chair was his favorite thing about her. She never touched it.

Soft snores sounded from inside the cocoon. Tig smiled.

{***}

“What the hell happened to you?”

Juice looked up from his game of Angry Birds on his phone to see Priscilla running toward him. He was sitting on the back of his bike in front of her house, waiting for her to come out. Confused, he scrunched his nose, wondering how the hell she would have known about the shootout, but then he remembered the bloody armband of gauze that was wrapped just above his elbow.

“This? Ah, it’s nothing.” Juice grinned. “You should see the way the other guys went running.”

“Won’t it leave a scar?” Priscilla picked up his arm and inspected it, her curious fingers prodding at the perimeter of the affected area.

“Most definitely.” Juice shrugged. “But girls like scars, don’t they?”

“Well, I do.” Her lips left a trail of kisses from his shoulder down to his elbow, making him shiver. Goosebumps rose on his skin. “I think they’re hot.”

Juice swung his leg over his bike and brought her close to him. “You think I’m hot?”

Priscilla bit her lip in a way that drove him crazy with that weak feeling in his knees and in the pit of his stomach. A way that made him need her. “I absolutely think you’re hot.”

“Be my girl.” Juice pleaded, taking her hand. “Come on, let’s make it official. You’re driving me fuckin’ crazy in those damn blue jeans and you’re too good to let go.”

“Don’t wanna watch me slip through your fingers?” Priscilla asked, batting her eyelashes with an innocence Juice could see through in a second. She knew what she was doing. “I could be the sand on the New York beaches you miss so much.”

“Stay with me and I won’t have to miss them anymore.” Juice could feel himself starting to get desperate. His heart strained for her, the angel from Boston in front of her. He’d throw his Yankees hat in the garbage if it meant keeping her by his side. “Stay with me, Priscilla. Do you need me to beg?”

She shook her head and squeezed his fingers tighter, feeling the cold metal of his skull rings press painfully against her fragile finger bones, but she didn’t let go. “No, you don’t need to beg me. It’s enough for you to just ask.” Dammit, he was too far fucking gone and he didn’t give a shit. “I won’t make you jump through hoops. You’re enough.”

One by one, she kissed his knuckles and a radiance filled him up, like drinking the elixir of life straight from the source. Her black hair shone in the hot Nevada country sun and he would give anything to spend his days pressing his nose against her scalp, breathing in the scent of her. Pineapple. Sweet pineapple.

Better than cherry blossoms, he thought, but backtracked because he felt guilty. Not better. Just different.

“Isn’t it funny, Juice?” Priscilla asked. She sounded dreamy, like she was tipsy off of being with him. And that was fine, he could live with that. He loved that. “Isn’t it funny that we picked you up at day three hours out from your home and here we are? Drunk for each other like teenagers?”

“It’s almost too good to be true.” Juice crooned, burying his face in her neck. “It’s a good thing my damned GPS broke and brought me straight to you.”

Priscilla looked off into the blue sky outside of the farmhouse. “Almost too good to be true.”

Juice couldn’t hold it off anymore. An urgency built inside him and, like a broken damn, came rushing forward in a flood even God himself wouldn’t be able to hold back. He held the back of Priscilla’s head, dipped her back, and planted a hot kiss straight on her plump, pink lips like the world was dying and she was his only hope of Salvation. She was his Salvation.

Priscilla reacted by pressing her stomach against his and he could feel her heavy breathing on his ribcage. They were so close, they molded into each other like molten lava hardening against the cool earth. He was electrocuted and running with the Devil was his only option when he was with her. He’d run for centuries if she would let him kiss her like that again. He didn’t have a choice; this is what he’d always fucking needed.

All of those lonely nights he spent in his own head, miserably rubbing one out in the heavy silence of his own room. His insides boiled and bubbled until he released in his hand and hated how many discarded Kleenex littered the place. The weight of his solitude was crushing—permanent, as he figured—and he wallowed in his utter self hatred accompanied by the stickiness of his release. The croweaters helped when they were available (and when he wanted them around), but it was nothing like this.

“I really like you, Juan Carlos.” she muttered against his lips. “And you know what? You’re just gonna have to get used to it.”

“Say that again.” he demanded. “Say my name again.”

“Juan Carlos,” she murmured. “What a sexy name.”

He wrapped her leg around his waist, his big hands full of her thigh and pulled her closer, but it wasn’t enough. Completely forgetting he was outside of her damn house (there were no neighbors for miles), he deepened the kiss with her until sparks flew so hot between them, it flew them to the very top of the universe.

“You better get her on outta here unless you want me to come get that shotgun!” Uncle Lenny stuck his head out the screen door to yell at him. His classic jovial tone still saturated his voice like it came from his belly, but there was an edge of something dangerous that came from his protectiveness of his niece. “You know I can get that thing and have you dead in a second!”

Juice and Priscilla separated at the sound of his voice, jumping away feeling flushed and embarrassed. Uncle Lenny flashed him a grin from the porch, but Juice knew he should get the hell out of there before he really did get the shotgun. Obviously, it was a show, but he did feel better that Priscilla had someone to protect her while he was three hours away. He guessed he had grown a little attached in the short few weeks they had been seeing each other. Man, he couldn’t wait to have her to himself in Charming. In his house with no shotgun and no Uncle Lenny to interrupt them.

Priscilla’s family were pretty progressive for some old fashioned folk (they had to be when their niece was dating a biker from California), but there were still unspoken ground rules. Juice adapted to having to go so slow when all he wanted to do was rev up his engine and marry the girl, but he found a happy medium that seemed reasonable for the both of them. Isn’t that what life was about? Happy mediums?

“Sorry!” Juice yelled up to Uncle Lenny on the porch. He gave the man a salute, but didn’t meet his eyes, instead choosing to squint like the sun was in his eyes. “I’ll have her home in good time!”

“Oh, I’m counting on it, son.” Uncle Lenny’s eyes had a jovial sparkle to their blueness and his hands stroked his long, black beard (the same shade as Priscilla’s). “Or you’re faux-hawked head is gonna be mounted above my fireplace to serve as a warning to the future suitors.”

“We wouldn’t want that, would we, sir?” Juice asked. He handed Priscilla a helmet and she pecked him on the cheek in thanks.

“No, we wouldn’t.” There was something vaguely threatening about Uncle Lenny’s threat, but the guy was so friendly, Juice threw away any thought he had of danger. “Have a good time, kids!”

“Bye, Uncle Len!” Priscilla shouted over her shoulder.

She swung her leg over the back of his bike and got on behind him. Her tanned arms wrapped around his waist, pressing her front snugly against him. They fit like puzzle pieces and felt like home. What he wouldn’t give to take her right there on the back of his bike, but he knew that was just his dick talking. His dick needed to shut the fuck up and let him think with his brain, especially while he was cruising down the highway with his pretty little passenger.

“Rev it up, tiger.” Priscilla practically moaned into his ear. The way her nose scrunched when she said it made Juice’s stomach jump like going through the loops on a rollercoaster. She pressed herself against him harder, and he could feel her breasts pushed against his leather. Goddammit, she was good.

“You know what the hell you’re doing to me, don’t you?” Juice asked, incredulous. “You sneaky little bastard.”

She grinned and trailed a hand down to his crotch, giving him a little squeeze. Juice whipped his head around, but Uncle Lenny had already gone inside, not that he could see from the angle they were at. She squeezed him again, but relented, bringing her hand back to its original place around his waist to hold on tightly.

“Of course I do.” she said, her voice sounding too innocent for the thoughts she was thinking. “Now drive, baby.”

“Fuck.” he tried to mentally stop the blood rushing to his dick, but it was no use. His mind was already buried in the gutter. “You wish is my command.”

Fuck.

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thewitchqueen281 · 6 years

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Experiment 808 AU

Hey so I did actually have someone show some interest in this AU, but I’m awful at formatting so I'm just making a separate text post. Read about each character under the cut. A bit about the setting. It’s pretty distant future, this big lab in the middle of the city was commissioned to make a ton of super soldiers. Not knowing where to start they just... started kidnapping kids. Like from their cribs and everything. Not legal but they can like start from scratch there. By the time most of them are ten they’ve been tortured and beaten and do not want to be there. So they just escape. Because like what are they going to do to stop a bunch of kids with powers. They run free into the city. They stay hidden in bunkers and hideouts. They are all about 15~16 ish. I haven't decided whether or not Al is still a year younger or if they are twins so, for now, its up too you.

Anyway, enjoy these stupid teens.

Has gills on his neck and sides, and dragonfly wings.

the wings are red and while he can fly fast can’t fly for a very long time.

Instead of his traditional black tank top and coat, he wears one of those knit sleeveless turtleneck things with his red coat that ties around in the front.

Anyone with gills is bioluminescent underwater, he glows red in his face and all around his arms.

he wears a different outfit because it hides his wings and his gills.

still kind of a little shit.

knows all the other kids, is friends with most of them surprisingly.

lives with his brother, Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeyes, and Denny Brosh in an abandoned library on the west side of the city. Because they are the kids he trusts the most.

he would live with Ling, Lan Fan, and Winry. But Ling and Lan Fan don't really live anywhere and Winry travels between all the kid's hideouts making sure they didn't break anything.

Likes knives, like really really likes knives

has like twenty on him at all times.

he actually meets Ling by throwing a knife at him and getting really pissed that he missed.

Roy Mustang

Has a salamander tail, sometimes breaths a small bit of fire.

Doesn't really like people at all.

is four ten and has a lisp and you can pry this headcanon away from my cold dead hands.

frequent all-nighters, whether playing video games or trying to master fire breath.

Wears really baggy cargo pants, he likes the pockets.

has a haircut with two very long pieces of hair in the front and kinda shitty bangs.

he regrets this haircut.

he’s best friends with Riza and Ed because Riza and Ed are also wild kids who won't stop him from jumping off really high places or putting bugs in Al’s tea.

Likes lollypops, no one is sure why he just thinks they taste nice.

huge crush on Jean Havoc from the group uptown, The others make fun of him.

Riza Hawkeye

Has a cheetah tail and likes to R U N

She's a very fast girl, for a long time everyone thought that was one of the abilities given to her during her time in the lab.

it's not

she just likes to run.

despite being a wild teen is the second most sensible one in their group. Has had to drag Roy to bed, but almost everyone has had to do that once or twice.

cant cook for shit. like really. she hates cooking shes so bad at it.

everyone expects her to be the mom for some reason like they think she cooks and cleans.

shed rather die, Ed cooks, they take shifts cleaning.

loves long skirts and horror novels.

likes to think she can talk to ghosts or summon demons.

or maybe she can.

nobody really knows.

Talks to herself on occasion.

Has gills like his brother. Very small antlers as well.

glows blue underwater near his ears and around his legs. He and his brother have matching symbols on their backs.

wears a blue hoodie to cover the antlers.

The actual Mom Friend TM

Enjoys tea and not having to deal with his brother and CO’s bullshit.

for once would like to sleep in. just once.

Would be a wine mom but he is responsible and doesn't drink while underage, unlike almost all of his friends who really don't seem to give a shit.

Sassy, like, really sassy.

bad at hiding his emotions.

you will know when he thinks your being a dumbass.

*looks into the camera like he's on the office*

“Al me and the others are going to jump off the top of the building and see with we can stop ourselves.” “Good luck brother.”

Is friends with everyone and really he loves them all but goddamn.

One time Ed dated a real shit head and you don't want to know what happened after he dumped Ed. he isn't dead but he won't be walking anytime soon.

Denny Brosh

Has Squid tentacles under his arms and fins on his legs. He glows a bright yellow underwater.

Knits, like a lot. Every one of them has a homemade sweater from him. the others he lives with wear theirs all the time. Because they do gross things like care about one another in this household.

Is still really good friends with Maria Ross, he wishes they saw each other more.

can and will shock you with his tentacles, especially if you make jokes about them.

Meme dream team leader.

Al doesn't understand memes and Denny hurts every day because of this.

has a bright yellow sweater that he knitted himself and then had every single one of his friend sign.

Thinks Kain Furey is super cute. Roy thinks he's super gross because Furey is an innocent Denny!

wholesome meme some days sex jokes on others.

pretty much all the kids have pretty severe mental health issues, but Denny is one of the few who has tried to help his.

takes anxiety meds.

while he doesn't have any sibling this timeline he has his friends and honestly they are pretty close to siblings.

has called Ed big brother but like everyone has once or twice. Ed doesn't really give a shit and has accepted his fate as the oldest and apparently the most brother like.

Maria Ross

Lots a scales, like all over her body.

has wings but she isn't sure what animal they could be from.

they are big and scaley like her.

Lives with Olivier, Mei Chang, Sheska, and Winry Rockbell when she's around. They live in an old dinner on the east side of town.

Would date Sheska 100%.

Sorta has claws, doesn't matter she enjoys painting them.

Good friends with Olivier, actually best friends. This is a problem in some ways because Olivier and Denny don’t get along at all.

Has a gun, only used it once or twice to protect her friends.

she hopes she never has to use it again.

Sometimes wonders what her family would be like if she hadn't grown up in a lab. Wonders whether of not her family sold her or if she was stolen. She wonders for the other kids as well.

Breaths and cries ice.

prefers if her friends called her Ria

Olivier Armstrong

This bitch got bat wings

they are fucking huge.

she can’t really hide them so she only goes outside at night.

she has become a cryptid.

blurry shitty pictures of her crouching on buildings wings extended, her eyes glowing are all over forums.

Batgirl strikes again??

she thinks its super funny.

Doesn't really try to hide how she's feeling.

most of the time she’s Arragont or amused.

Anime character tch.

Her list of people she dislikes is bigger than the list of people she likes.

that's a lie she loves all her friend's

she’s just bad about showing it and claims to hate them.

everyone calls her Livi.

she hates it but nobody cares.

keeps her hair in a ponytail.

Mei Chang

has a cat tail, and night vision.

Please don't make any jokes.

she doesn't want this.

People sometimes pull her tail. they only pull it once though. People learn from their mistakes.

wears a big pink coat with lots of pockets. she keeps both dead mice and her kunai in the pockets.

Is Winrys assistant when she's around.

loves to help. is crushing on Al from the west side library. Everyone knows but Al. Ed and Ling think that is hilarious. Like it didn't take them months to get over themselves.

Ling is her half-brother. She isn't sure how trustworthy the info is because it’s something she heard from lab technicians.

Wants to learn to fight better but nobody wants to spar with her.

Sit’s up at night and stares at her coffee.

it’s cold now but she can’t get to sleep.

Winry Rockbell

Has butterfly wings, emperor butterfly wings. They don't make her as fast as Ed but it is faster to fly than to walk and she can fly for pretty long periods of time.

automail isn't really a thing. So Winry does general doctor stuff.

she goes between bases and makes sure that everybody is healthy.

most of the time that isn't the case so shes pretty much always working.

Thinks Mei is a wonderful helper.

Wears her signature tube top. doesn't travel through populated areas and definitely doesn't by day.

Butterflygirl isn't as cool as a cryptid as Batgirl so she doesn't get much coverage.

Will still hit you with a wrench don't test her.

She carries it and her entire toolbox because she’ll be damned if she loses time for her machines while helping out these idiots.

Dating Mothman.

Mothman is actually Lan Fan. this joke doesn't make a lot of sense to her because Lan Fan doesn't have moth wings. Ling and Ed tell her to shut up and go with it. She rolls her eyes fondly.

Kain Fuery

Has ant antenna. he can send messages across radio waves because of this. makes it easy to keep up with his friends.

Lives with Jean and Rebbeca in what they think was once a club. It's unused now but it does have an underground bunker for some reason.

He is an innocent

(He isn't)

keeps a picture of some dog in his pocket.

he needs it to keep up morale.

yes, it is just a stock photo of a dog that he stole out a picture frame at wallmart a couple years ago.

He really likes animals. Ed and Roy hate going out with both him and Al in a pair because both of them insist on stopping to pet every dog and cat or whatever animal.

Functional Bi

Jean Havoc

Has fins he thinks. they are like spiky and help him swim better. they are all over his back and wrap around his arms. Has gills, and he tends to glow a bluish purple.

he lives in the club but prefers to be near the docks.

Loves to swim

Just call him Jean

Please god just call him Jean.

Olivier and Maria butchered his last name so bad when he first meet him that he is permanently traumatized.

he’s being dramatic but like, that's who he is??

Disaster Bi

Pinning? His constant mood?

Ling Yao

Red panda tail and claws.

Loves sweet things, like so much.

Can see in the dark, loves his night vision

Thinks Ed throwing knives at him is super hot

Ed is Concerned TM

Doesn't really live anywhere.

bounces around the bases with Lan Fan.

Lan Fan is actually his twin sister but they haven't told Mei that yet.

he doesn't know why people don't just know.

Climbs in Ed’s window in the middle of the night.

freaked Ed out the first time it happened but he got used to it.

spars on rooftops in the middle of the day.

For some reason, nobody seems to freak out.

Kink is love and appreciation

doesn't actually know most of the other kids. Sometimes there will just be a different kid at the base and He’ll be like cool.

Everone knows about Ling though.

Lan Fan

She has lunar moth wings. Although Winry seems to think they are from some type of butterfly like her. Ed and Ling know the truth and call her moth man.

She flicks their faces for it.

loves food. thinks it must be because lunar moths cant eat, that side of her wants to eat E V E R Y T H I N G.

Or maybe she just has a huge appetite because Ling eats a ton as well.

has night vision as well.

Is her last name Fan? Not even she knows.

Everyone calls her Lan Fan though.

Spars with Ling but prefers fighting with Ed because Ling holds back. Ed doesn't.

tries so hard not to scream at her friends.

god, she tries so hard.

This took so long. If you want to hear about specific characters request it and I’ll make another one of these. If anyone wants to write a fanfic send it to me, I’ll be the first one to kudos that ish.

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jaybug-jabbers · 3 years

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Bug Run 6(66): Very Vivacious Vivillons

Originally, I had planned on skipping gen 6 for my bug runs. After all, my runs involved using only the new bug pokemon of that generation, and there’s only a single evolution family in gen 6: the Vivillon line. I mean, it’s not like I could beat the game with a team of 6 Vivillon or something, haha.

Right?

Rules of a Bug Run

If we were going to do this, it had to be legit. Same rules as always:

1.) The team must be bug types only.

-HM slaves required for progression are the exception but will never be used in battle (even just to switch in to faint).

-All the bug pokemon on the team must come from this generation.

2.) No healing items used during battle (unless the foe uses them first, and then you may only match the items one-for-one).

-Held items are allowed.

3.) No over-levelling. Pokemon should be at roughly normal levels for a given area and not be at a higher level than the maximum-levelled pokemon in a gym leader’s team.

Was this possible with a team of only Vivillon, though? Let’s take a close look at this species before we dive in. After all, why try something if it’s doomed from the start? Quickly, to Bulbapedia!

A Close Look at Pokemon #666

Vivillon is a special attacker with modestly decent speed. While a base stat total of 411 is not the highest in the world, compared to its other fellow bug types, it’s not bottom-teir, either. Well … not rock-bottom, at least. I won’t lie, it’s among the lowest of the fully-evolved bugs, but it DOES outclass the other butterflies: Butterfree, Dustox, and Beautifly, and almost matches Masquerain. So that’s something, at least.

Being Bug/Flying, Vivillon sports a glaring 4x weakness to Rock type, as well as collecting other Flying weaknesses to Electric and Ice, adding to Bug’s Fire and Flying weaknesss. Five weaknesses and one 4x is quite a heavy burden for a whole team to carry, especially when you consider the low defense stats in general. With Rock and Flying moves being especially common coverage moves in-game, it would definitely make for quite the challenge.

What about that movepool, though? As far as I was concerned, that was what would really make or break this kind of run. If I had access to certain key moves I could possibly scrape by despite the odds.

Fortunately, Vivillon does have some solid options. In terms of moves for level-up, Bug Buzz is its best Bug STAB, which it picks up nice and early at level 35. It also gets the amazing Hurricane and Quiver Dance, letting it buff up, make up for its lackluster stats, and truly weild some power. While Hurricane does have pretty terrible accuracy, one of Vivillon’s Abilities is Compound Eyes, quite the boon for this situation.

Egg moves also offer some crucial Status moves: Poison Powder, Stun Spore, Sleep Powder, and Light Screen. This is incredibly good news.

TM/HM compatibility doesn’t offer an incredibly wide range of coverage moves, but it does offer a couple powerful options: Psychic, Energy Ball/Solar Beam and Hyper Beam. While this is a disappointingly short list, there’s one more important TM to point out: Hidden Power. With the right IVs, that could be an enormous help, filling in the huge coverage gaps. Provided we got lucky with IVs.

So, was this run possible? The answer seemed to be a resounding “maybe.” It would depend on a lot of factors. A major one was when I had access to certain key TMs or HMs during gameplay. Another major factor was the kinds of gyms I’d face.

In the end, I wouldn’t know for sure unless I gave it a try.

Meet the Team

The big gimmick about Vivillon is its huge range of pattern variations, of course, so I wanted to use some of the many different patterns on my team. As such, I can’t actually name most of them myself in the game, but I named them in my head, at least!

(This run also meant starting out the game with a team of six right off the bat, but with their EXP bonus from being trades, it wasn’t too taxing to keep all six levelled.)

My Ocean pattern was Sunrise, my Icy Snow pattern was Snowflake, my Elegant pattern was Violet, my Savanna pattern was Sky, my Garden pattern was Clover, and my native High Plains pattern was Confetti.

Originally, I had planned a pretty even split on the two Abilities, but as it ended up, almost everyone had Shield Dust, with only Snowflake carrying Compound Eyes. That didn’t seem to be so bad, though. I’d just lean on Snowflake when I really needed to land my Hurricanes. Honestly, Shield Dust is pretty amazing, and I think in the end, it benefitted me a lot to have so much of it around.

The First Hurdles - Rocks Fall, Everyone Dies

The game was pretty easy cruising until the second gym, the Rock gym. There were some upsides to the Rock gym coming so early in the game: at such an early point, the gyms were still comparatively easy, so it was best to get the biggest weakness out of the way so early on. However, it also meant I didn’t have too many moves to work with.

Ultimately, what ended up being the crucial factor was breeding Poison Powder onto Confetti as an egg move. Confetti could poison the Amaura. Lucky for me, every Vivillon picks up the move Protect when they evolve into Spewpa. So after poison, a Vivillon could Protect and get one move off before falling to Rock Tomb. After cleaning away Amaura, little Tyrunt’s low special defense made it fall to my bugs quickly enough. The first hurdle was cleared.

The next gym to give a bit of trouble was– hilariously– the Grass gym. I know, that sounds a bit sad for a team of Bug/Flying, but the issue was that the gym leader opens with Jumpluff. It easily outsped my whole team, and slowing it down with Stun Spore was obviously not an option. It was packing Acrobatics. I soon learned which of my team could survive one hit (Confetti, Sky and Sunrise), but our Struggle Bugs just weren’t doing enough. While I didn’t have a ton of options, I DID have the TM for Aerial Ace– and a Sky Plate. Sure, Aerial Ace was physical, but it was worth a try?

Fortunately, that choice (and Rocky Helmet on another poke) was enough damage to punch through, and then we could take care of the rest of the team easy.

It seemed our team had made it past the early challenges and had some hope of sticking around for the long game. But the difficulty was far from over. Looming on the horizon was something far more intimidating then rock-throwing baby dinosaurs or annoyingly quick dandelions.

The Electric Bugaloo

We previously mentioned that Vivillon has a rather large number of weaknesses, and that’s an undeniable fact. If you were to guess at which weakness would act as the largest challenge for Vivillon to overcome, you might easily guess Rock. After all, Vivillon is four times weak and has awful physical defense. But the thing is, Rock just wasn’t an insurmountable obstacle. The Rock and Ground types that tend to use rock moves are usually dirt-slow and weak on their special side, so Vivillon actually matches up quite well against them, able to knock them out before they have a chance to do serious damage. I actually spent a lot of time grinding in Glittering Cave at one point, and it was not a painful experience at all. Every once in a while you get pokemon with rock coverage moves, which is harder to cope with– Fighting types tend to carry Rock Throw, or the random poke will have Power Gem– but overall, rock was not the biggest bane of my run.

The biggest bane was, by far, electric.

Electric pokemon are incredibly dangerous because they are incredibly fast, cannot be slowed down with my usual tactic of Stun Spore, and they hit hard. One of the reasons Vivillon can best rock-type pokemon in the early game is because Vivillon gains high-basepower special attacks early on. However, Electric pokemon also gain their high-basepower moves relatively quickly. That unstoppable speed plus those (perfect-accuracy!) Thunderbolts made for a devastating combination. To add to my woes, one of the pokemon in the gym was a Magneton, and its part Steel typing made it impossible to use tox stall on or to hit with any move other then resisted hits. I was understandably terrified of the Electric gym.

I took some time to consider my options. The bulk of the TMs my team could use were still only accessible late game. Whatever strategy we came up with, it would have to make due with our limited resources. I had a number of cheap tricks I could use– I had Flash and Supersonic, for instance– but I really didn’t want to resort to those. Relying on hax alone just is never a satisfying way to win a fight.

After some research, I learned I could, with a little work, locate some Wacan berries. This is what I pinned all my hopes on. It takes a while to grind for the right berry (you need to use Air Slash on background trees that appear at random during battles on certain routes) and then plant and grow some more. It took patience, but we were investing in a sound strat! I hoped.

I’ll give a detailed description of the fight, because it was a pretty exciting one. It took a number of attempts to learn the right moves to make and combination of hold items.

The gym leader opens with Emolga and I found it consistently used Volt Switch as the opening move … unless my opening pokemon held a Wacan Berry. If so, it would Aerial Ace instead. I’m pretty sure that’s cheating, AI, as a real opponent wouldn’t know my hold item, but whatever. I put Violet up front and had her hold a Metronome. She could survive one Volt Switch. I had her use Bug Buzz, which hit the incoming Magneton. Then, fortunately, Violet could outspeed Magneton– the poke’s crappy speed stat was really the only advantage we had over it– and get a second, powered-up Bug Buzz off on it. She also got lucky and got special defense drops with her buzzes. This manages to get Magneton into red health as Violet goes down.

I know a Hyper Potion is imminent, and I send in Sky, my best special attacker at the time. A stock Bug Buzz gets Magneton back into the red. The gym leader potions again, I buzz once again, then twice, and Magneton is out without a scratch on Sky.

Keep in mind: letting Clemont burn his two Hyper Potions was absolutely essential.

Next out is the ace, Heliolisk. I Poison Powder with Confetti. I’m only able to get the powder off because Confetti is carrying that Wacan berry and can survive a Thunderbolt. We then get into our stalling shenanigans. Half of my team is armed with Wacan berries and Protect specifically for this task. We stall and do chip damage and just barely take down Heliolisk. But Clemont has one left. He sends out the Emolga from the start of the match, still in perfect health.

I first get a Bug Buzz off with Sky (who’s holding Silver Powder), which roughly halves Emolga’s health. I next send out Snowflake, but to my horror, he dies to a crit before he can even think about getting a move off. I’m down to two left, but it’s really only down to one, as Clover was at far too low health to survive anything Emolga could throw at it. It was all up to Sunrise.

Sunrise has a berry, Emolga thankfully decides to Volt Switch instead of Aerial Ace, and I Psybeam– which pushes Emolga into the red but doesn’t QUITE finish the job. This was going to shit entirely too fast. I try again, and Emolga’s next move is Aerial Ace– which is terrifying, because that move is so FAST and always depletes the HP in a heartbeat.

But Sunrise lived on 7 HP. And Emolga went down.

Our team had prevailed.

More Moves & More Flare

This far, we had been playing the game with some pretty darn restricted access to Vivillon’s best TM moves. Around the time we reached Anistar City, we finally could change that. We picked up Toxic, Energy Ball, Psychic, U-Turn, Roost, Hyper Beam, and maybe most exciting of all, Hidden Power. I checked in with the Hidden Power NPC and learned I had some darn lucky rolls for my Hidden Power elements: Ice, Dragon, Water, Fighting, and Electric. (The sixth was Bug, which … well. Obviously I wasn’t going to bother with that one.) I was thrilled. At this point I had been faithfully collecting elemental plates, so I had most of the ones to match with these elements, too. We also had access to moves via the Move Relearner, including the absolutely fantastic Light Screen. This also was the point in the game that my team had reached level 45, when everyone picked up the powerful Quiver Dance.

At long last, it felt like the world was our oyster! We didn’t have to be held back anymore from reaching our full potential! Which was good, because we were going to need it for the upcoming Lysandre fights.

The first battle wasn’t too terrible. Getting a Light Screen up on Meinfoo and equipping some of my pokes with Occa berries, we could use the ol’ tox stall on the Pyroar without losing too many of the team. Murkrow also wasn’t too hard to take out, but I forgot about the Gyarados. That was potentially pretty scary, but it missed its Aqua Tail and one of my remaining pokemon had HP Electric, so it was all good.

The second Lysandre fight ups the ante a little, with fully evolved pokemon and a Pyroar with the Unnerve ability. This ruined my Occa berry strategy. Pyroar had Fire Blast, so it’s more then a tad dicey to deal with. I had to make due with Protecting and dying (lol) to wear out the 5 PP of Fire Blast, and then used a combination of toxic and HP Fighting. The rest was fairly straightforward.

The third and final Lysandre fight throws Mega Gyarados into the mix. While the stats buff is scary, it adds Dark typing to Gyarados, making it weak to Bug. It went down surprisingly easily.

After Team Fashionwhatever’s rude intteruption, we returned to defeat the final gym– an Ice gym, which we were weak to, but at this point, we could take on anything. We had conqoured Xerneas, scary Fire Blasting lions and even Mega evolution. We had walked through rock, snow, thunderbolts and flame. The team had performed far better then I had expected and had persisted, even against overwhelming odds.

It was time to take the final trail through Victory Road and see if we could pass the ultimate test.

The Elites

Victory Road was a bit of a struggle, I’m not going to lie. The Ace Trainers had powerful, well-rounded teams composed of many pokes I had yet to even encounter before now. The Ace gaurding the very front of the Victory Road was especially irksome for me, with a Carbink that tended to always put down Stealth Rock and then a Raichu also on the team, perhaps our worst mortal enemy. Fun fact– my team is very, very, very weak to stealth rock. Still, we got by him eventually, and everyone else too, though there was a lot of fainting and healing along the way.

After clawing our way to the top, we reached the summit and home of the Elites. We’d made it by all the Gym leaders, but these were the Elite Four. Was this really going to work? I figured I should start with the Elite that was the biggest threat for the team: Malva and her Fire types.

Malva

The strategy I developed for this team had to be very carefully calibrated, so it took a number of attempts. Her opening act is a female Pyroar. Fortunately, this one didn’t have Unnerve. My tactic here was a long and painful tox-stall, using Occa berries and Clover & Confetti’s Protect and Roost. I did this because I wanted to burn both of Malva’s Full Restores during this phase. It was utterly crucial she had none for her ace pokemon. During my winning run, something went wrong and I killed the Pyroar early, but fortunately she used her second Full Restore on her Torkoal. This normally would not have happened– I usually used Hurricane on Torkoal, getting in in medium-yellow health which wasn’t enough to trigger a potion, but it got confused, hit itself, and pushed its health into red, triggering the potion use.

After Pyroar and Torkoal went down, Talonflame came out. The strategy here was to die lots. I’m not kidding– I kind of had no choice here. The bird was far too fast and far too powerful. I had figured out it took exactly three Vivillon at full health for Talonflame to die of Brave Bird recoil.

After Talonflame went down, Chandelure came out, and I was left with two pokemon: Clover in very low health (weak from toxic-stalling the Pyroar) and Sunrise in full health. I sent out Clover first. A quick word about Clover– she has pretty low stats when compared to the rest of the team. She was built to help with stall, with Toxic/Light Screen/Protect/Bug Buzz. I had to decide– Light Screen or Toxic? I decided to go with Toxic. After Clover went down, Sunrise was the only one left. I’d been in this situation before and lost at this point, simply because Chandelure used Confuse Ray and I died to confuse hax. So this was darned unnerving. However, I realized I had stuck Light Screen and Protect on Sunrise this time. Awesome! I Protected and then Light Screened, happy to let the thing die to stall.

Except, uhh, I forgot I didn’t have an Occa berry on this poke. I had a Mind Plate, because she had Psychic on her. Pooooop. I got hit with Flamethrower, bringing me into the low yellow. Protected again. And hoped it was enough, using Psychic. Thankfully, it was.

So that was Malva down. It had been messy, but it had worked.

Wikstrom

Next up, I went to the Steel Elite. I expected this fight to be pretty dang difficult. As such, I worked hard to try and think of a way to take out Klefki as cleanly as possible. I had nothing to hit it hard with. What I eventually tried out should not have really worked, but somehow it did. Of course, as a Steel type, it could not be tox-stalled. So I tried the next best thing. I taught Clover Infestation. I then proceeded to infect Klefki with Infestation and swap between Light Screen, Bug Buzz and Roost. Klefki resisted Bug x4, but Infestation’s residual damage was fixed, like a regular Poisoned status, and slowly drained its health. Klefki couldn’t do too much against me: he used Torment so I couldn’t Roost twice in a row, but otherwise, his hits under Light Screen could be roosted off easily enough. My goal was to burn the Elite’s Full Restores. After he potioned up, I would use the same number of potions as he did.

It worked well– until the very, very end, when Klefki scored two critical hits in a row, so I couldn’t Roost enough to save Clover. Clover went down, but she fought hard until the bitter end, and had done enough damage that the next Vivillon coming in could revenge kill. Somehow I had gotten a clean kill, only losing one Vivillon on Klefki.

Next in was Probopass. This thing had Power Gem and Discharge, so it was pretty worrying. Sunrise put a Light Screen up and got a little chip damage off before going down. Then Confetti came in with his Hidden Power Fighting. Thankfully that did great damage and was a 2HKO. Scizor was also pretty spooky, but ended up easier then I thought. Snowflake used Hurricane, scored a crit and got it into the red, and confused it to boot. It hit itself in confusion and fainted, making my life easier. Finally was the ace, Aegislash. Again, I thought this thing would really be tough, but I forgot how dang easy it’s to take out in Sword Forme. In the end, all my careful work to take Klefki out with only one poke may not have even been needed, but oh well!

Drasna & Siebold

The Dragon Elite had two pokemon that were potentially a handful for the team: Noivern and Altaria. However, recall one of my pokemon had Hidden Power Ice. With Icicle Plate and a Light Screen up, Sunrise could live an Air Slash and wipe Noivern out. Alteria turned out to just be a stalling set, rather than super offensive, so it was easy enough to handle.

Finally, the Water gym was the easiest to handle. I whipped a Power-Herb Solar Beam out for Barbaracle so I could crush it before a painful Stone Edge, and while the Gyarados had Dragon Dance, it only used Ice Fang on me and I could finish it off with HP Electric.

The Elites vanquished, we stepped up to the last door.

The Championship

In some ways, the last team was not so scary. Hawlucha had no Flying moves and I could take it out with one Hurricane. Gourgeist was also easy to handle, weak to flying and neutral to bug. The other four team members were a fair bit trickier. Goodra had Fire Blast. Gardevoir had Thunderbolt, dual STAB, and was a mega. And the rock dinosaurs that had given me grief at the start of the game were both back with some upgrades.

That said, I won on my second attempt. (The first one failed because I reached Gardevoir and forgot it had Thunderbolt.) Hawlucha went down to Hurricane, Tyrantrum took a heavy hit due to its low special defens and then died to Head Smash recoil. Aurorus came in and annoyingly put a Light Screen up while I tried to hit it with HP Fighting. It took some futzing about, but Aurorus eventually went down. I Protect and Light Screen-stalled out Goodra’s Fire Blasts and then decided to bring Violet in. While Diantha played around with Full Restores I got Quiver Dances off and finished off the Goodra.

Finally, Gardevoir came in.

I had a choice– try to get just some solid damage off with Violet, die, and bring Clover in for Toxic, or try to Stun Spore with Violet? I knew Mega Gardevoir outsped my whole team, but I also knew its special defense stat looked pretty scary.

I eventually decided to Stun Spore. It thankfully landed, and I even got a lucky paralysis. On the following turn, Violet took a Thunderbolt thanks to a Wacan berry and Bug Buzzed. One more Bug Buzz and Gardevoir was gone.

So if anyone ever asks you if it’s possible to beat Pokemon with just six Vivillon, you can tell them yes. Yes, it is.

This is a repost on a new blog. The original post was on Mar 24, 2019.

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cawcawpeasants · 6 years

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Do you always take some braidshroom scenario ? Because i wanted to asked you a scenario about the return of Nozel in his home after the EOTMS base attacks and Fuegoleon, who have wakes up of his coma, waits for him ? Oh and can we have Nozel who punches Leon ? If you can't see him like this, feel free to skip this.

Okay, first of all, my HEART Q.Q

Its a bit angsty and all, and Im not that good at angst, and it didnt turn out as Braidshroom as I wanted, but I hope this is to your liking.

And yes, I usually take braidshrooms as long as it doesnt involve death, abuse or something. If I should feel uncomfortable with a request I’ll say so :) And thank you very much for consideration. Thats a very kind thing of you to do

Waking up aftersuch a long time was…strange.

He didn’t feelrested at all, more than that, he was the most tired he’d ever been. It was also quite hard to deal with this new reality. It was for him rather likecurrently dreaming a nightmare than having woken up from one.

The season,the persons around him, himself…all had changed. It was unbearable for him, andhe couldn’t wait to finally wake up.

Wake upfrom this broken body of his.

Wake upfrom the concern of others.

Wake upfrom the pitiful looks they threw at him.

Wake up fromthe dreading certainness that this was his life now.

He couldn’tfathom how one instant turned him from the respected, trusted, strong bigbrother, captain of the crimson lions, rival, heir to the throne and candidate forthe position of magic emperor to the wreck of a man, powerless, hollow, who couldn’teven eat alone without troubles.

Not thatanyone would let him starve, but the faint rest of his pride took a harsh blowevery time someone held his fork for him, cut his food for him or else.

He wasn’t usedto this kind of treatment, he didn’t want any of it. He wanted his arm back, hewanted the pain and the embarrassment to be over. The people around him wantedhim to be relaxed, to have him take his time to recover. But all the while he didn’tknow what for.

His orderwas taken over by his sister, and he doubted that he would look like a goodalternative in his state. He wasn’t sure if he would get the lead back.

Hisrevenge? Taken by the royal knights.

His brother?His family? How could he even look them in the eyes? He didn’t want to hurtthem by having them see him in his deplorable condition. He wasn’t anywhere nearbeing a proud royal, first son, successful magic knight. He was a failure, adisappointment. He couldn’t do that to Leo, couldn’t let him see him like this.

And hisrivalry? Like hell would a man like Nozel still see him as a challenge. He wasn’tstrong, he had no position and his name was soiled, too. Like the Silva wouldspent any second thoughts on him now.

There wasnothing left for him.

Nothing tofan the fires again.

He wasburnt out.

He wasgoing over his days in the hospital, eating, sleeping, doing a few exercises totrain his muscles, but his heart wasn’t in it. He was barely making progress,he got that much from the hushed talks that weren’t even made in his presence.He disappointed more and more people, but the growing concern was sickening himeven more into lifelessness.

He refusedto let his family see him, denied every visit and cut himself off from all newsabout what was going on. He played with the thought of moving away, startingover, but his heart ached badly at that thought. At all he would leave behindhere

He heard amuffled commotion outside his private quarters.

‘Sir, you can’t-‘

‘Please, hesaid so visitors-‘

‘Wait-‘

Suddenlyhis door swung open, hitting the wall with a loud bang and he turned his headto look at the intruder.

In hisentryway stood a heavy breathing and very pissed off looking Nozel Silva, followedby a small army of Nurses and doctors.

He seemed inshock, taking in the Vermillion’s state, and then squinted his eyes in anger.His scowl returned.

‘You!’ Heturned around and yelled at the staff. He pointed at the hall he just came from‘Out! NOW!’

Nozelrarely raised his voice, a sign of imminent death, so it was no wonder the othersdisappeared quickly without resistance. Nozel slammed the door shut, thenlooked at Leon again.

‘And you!How dare you?’

Leon justblinked at him in complete indifference, which made Nozel even more furious. Hestarted moving closer to him.

‘Don’t youdare hide your cowardly acts behind your injuries. How dare you do this toeveryone around you?’

Leonflinched. He knew he disappointed all those around him, but to hear this fromsomeone else was …hard.

Nozel stoodat the end of the bed, eyes fixed on the redhead.

‘Do youeven know, how hard it was for everyone these last months? For you men? Your family?Me? What we all did, to find ways to get you to wake up, to get revenge, tomake you proud off all the achievements and growth that happened, because you gaveus all the strength, the motivation? The fire? And here you are, wallowing inself-pity, destroying your self and making no efforts to get better? To comeback? And especially, how dare you refuse seeing us?’

Leon wassilent, he couldn’t help but stare wide eyed at the other. Its not like hewanted to be like this, he just couldn’t help it. He wasn’t worth being aroundthem. He didn’t want them to be discouraged by seeing the man they all lovedand respected was no more than a shadow of his former self.

He juststared. Sadness and shame filled him, sucking all energy out of him, renderinghim unable to speak his thoughts.

Nozel came upto him in wide strides, burying his hands in Leon’s collar. He couldn’t stand seeingthe other like this. No pride emanating from the tall body, no sharp eyes glowingwith intelligence, no smile for his loved ones, no words to give comfort.

Pale, waxedskin, a skeletal body, hollow eyes and the utter sight of loss. He felt likecrying. He wanted to do something to help Leon, but he wasn’t good at this kindof thing. Fuegoleon had always been the one who knew how to cheer someone up,how to drag them out of the hopelessness, and if it had to be by force. Nozelalways admired that talent, just as much as he loved the man himself.

He had spentmonths hoping for him to wake up, done all in his power to find ways and tofind the perpetrators, and then, just as he came back from the mission, he heardthe Vermillion woke up. Unfathomable joy filled his whole body, he got to thehospital as fast as he could fly, only to be met with a refusal. The joy turnedinto red hot anger very fast, and here he was, staring at another loved personhe lost.

Not yet!

He let ofthe redhead.

He took astep back.

And then hehit him on the head.

It wasn’t atrue Fuegoleon-Vermillion-WhackTM but he had the feeling it would dohis job.

A fewinstants went by, filled with waiting, then:

‘What thehell?’

Nozel feltlike crying again, Leon finally spoke.

‘Did youreally just hit an injured man?’ Leon looked at him, irritation at thistreatment open on his face. Emotions. Life.

‘Don’t startcrying, Vermillion. You can do that later when Lady Mereoleona is done with you.And for now, I’d really like some answers’

Leon lookeddown at his lap.

‘Yeah, I don’tthink so. I can’t- I couldn’t bear to see them be hurt because of me.’ His voicebroke at the end of the sentence, and Nozel had to urge himself not to hug theother man.

He placed ahand on the others shoulder nonetheless.

‘I promiseyou, not one of us has ever thought of you as less. Quite the opposite, youfaced a dangerous opponent alone and unprepared and are still alive, even thoughthey wanted you dead. Your strength has never been as great as in the last fewmonths you had to fight for your life. We are all proud of you. And we missedyou.’ Batting his eyes, he added quiet ‘At least I did.’

A newturmoil of emotions filled Leon again, he felt…relieved, lighter, as if all hisdoubts just lost most of their weight. He felt tears rising in him. He missedhis home, and all the people that belonged to it, too.

He grabbedthe man’s hand and pressed it as a sign of gratefulness for his words, that he listened,but couldn’t answer without crying right now.

Nozelsheart made a little jump, he responded in the same manner, then he withdrew hishand.

‘Please letus know, when you are ready. And be prepared, half the kingdom wants to see you’he said before leaving.

At the doorhe paused, and looked back at the Vermillion, who looked way different thenwhen he first saw him today.

‘Ah, Leon?’he asked, using the others nickname for the first time in a long while, savouringthe feel of it in his mouth like a treat.

Fuegoleonlooked up at him askingly.

Nozel smiledover his shoulder at him, something the Vermillion couldn’t help but unconsciouslysmile back a little.

‘Welcomeback! And don’t you dare leaving me like this again.’

Then heleft, the door falling shut behind him.

Leon laughedat the others way of saying ‘I love you, take care’ and prepared himself tomeet his family.

A new startwas upon him.

#Caw caw #Black clover makes me things again #aaaaah #is this kinda spoiler now though?#because the anime watchers donnt know about whats going on in the future #and i dont want to spoil anyone :/#Braidshroom-ish #its between the lines #but more the unrequited kind #they are both at the i love him but he sure as hell couldnt love me back so why bother tell them my feelings when you can suffer alone?#kinda state

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