#mew was the first one who sent the request so I'm doing this one first

[bettyfrommars]

invisibleMan!eddie x fem!reader

I had a smut request from the dear @strangerfreak for invisible!eddie and reader having sex in front of a mirror as a blurb, but it's 1.8k, so, close enough. I mean, why not add Invisible Man Eddie to our list of fuckable Universal Monsters.

18+ONLY, smut, boyfriend!eddie, mechanic!eddie, use of baby as a pet name, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, sex in front of a mirror, mention of using an experimental drug. No use of y/n or she/her.

author's note: so much love to those who sent smut requests in already, and I'm always happy to receive them. The two in this lil fic are very much in love and they very quickly turned into favorites of mine. This was not proofread, be gentle.

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“How long will it last?” You asked, staring into the space that you guessed was your boyfriend, but all you could see was the open door to the hallway.

When he moved, you caught glimpses of what looked like water ripples in the air, but otherwise, your eyes danced over the space, unsure of where to land.

Eddie lifted his hand up in front of his face, kind of loving the way he couldn’t see himself—it was cool as hell.  

“Only 24 hours, according to them,” he sat down on the bed next to you, and the only reason you knew that was because the mattress sank down and you could see the indentation where his butt was.  “I hope it wears off by Monday, because I don’t know if the customers at work will take to it.”

The thought made you giggle.  “Imagine wrenches and tire irons floating through the bay, seemingly unattended…”

“...an oil filter changing itself,” Eddie continued, finishing your sentence.  Now, you were both laughing, and Eddie gave a little snort.  You could feel him lean against you, could feel his calloused hand wrap around the back of your neck, and then you melted a little when he kissed the shell of your ear.

Money had been tight lately, and Eddie took the initiative to become a human guinea pig for a research facility specializing in supernatural powers.  The pay was phenomenal, but there were obviously some major risks.  He hadn’t told you he was going there after work, so you lost your mind a bit when you saw his van rolling up the road with no one behind the wheel.  

“Oh wait, baby, watch this,” you felt him get up off the bed, and then you followed the imprints of his feet that appeared in the carpet to where his service coat hung on the door.  A pack of smokes appeared in the air, and you watched in awe as a lighter lit a cigarette. It was as if you were in the presence of some animated Disney film.

Eddie inhaled and the tip glowed; you could see the smoke enter his lungs, and then puff out his nostrils when he gave another snort.  “This is wild,” he returned to his seat next to you on the bed. You could tell he was giddy with that schoolboy enthusiasm.  “I gotta get over to Steve’s later tonight and mess with him somehow.”

“I think this is the first time I’m actually grateful for your nicotine addiction,” you cupped your hand where you knew his jaw was to feel his warm flesh that your eyes kept telling you was not there.  “I can tell where your face is now.”

The cigarette bounced in the air. “Do you wanna get high and have sex with your invisible boyfriend?”

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It was your idea to do it in front of the huge closet mirror, and Eddie loved you even more in that moment for suggesting it.  

It was dark, and you lit a few candles while Eddie rolled the two of you a fresh joint.  You could tell he was licking the side of it without seeing his tongue; you knew his rituals by heart.  

He took a big drag, and once you brought it to your lips, you watched his vest and shirt fly onto the bed, and then you felt two warm, rough hands come up your sides to ease your shirt off.  With your back against the bed, your legs were wide in front of the mirror, and Eddie kissed your stomach, up your chest, and along your neck, making a needy mew erupt from your throat, urging him on.  

“Yeah?” He whispered in your ear as he unhooked your bra, allowing his thumbs to graze the tender nubs of your nipples.  “Is it better when you can’t see me?”

“I hate it,” you found his mouth and kissed him deep. Your pussy thumped with an aching need as he rubbed you there over your jeans. “I miss my beautiful boy.”

“Here, gimme this,” he took the joint from you and smiled against your mouth.  “Before you drop it and burn the place down.”

You palmed him over his jeans, mouth watering at how hard he was.  “You wanna watch your cum fill me up, don’t you?”

“Oh fuck,” he breathed, and then he grabbed the back of your head and pulled you close, kissing you so that your tongues wrestled together as if they were fucking.  

You watched invisible hands pull your jeans off, and then the rest of his clothes, including his boxers, clumped to the floor, heavy with wallet and chain.  You knew his cock was bobbing in the air somewhere near, but thankfully you didn’t have to wonder for too long because his mouth was on you again.

When his two fingers sank into your hole, you whimpered and clenched around him.

“Fuck, I love you,” he murmured against your throat, and then you felt his head turn to look at what you could see in the reflection.  Even though he was situated between you and the mirror, he could see you open for him, straining around the thickness of his digits.  He could see your arousal trickling down, soaking wet to the carpet.  

You found his curved length and twisted your hand around the head.  “Let me taste your invisible cock,” you said with a hungry purr.  You were both paying attention to the mirror show as he sank a third finger in, and Eddie bucked his hips against you at the sight.

“Wait, wait,” he gasped. “Let me try something.”

Your face was in his hair and you ran a few scratches down his back, imagining him there as clear as day.

He scissored his fingers inside you to watch it spread. “God, you’re so beautiful, I can’t believe you’re mine.”

You grabbed his face for another long, hard kiss while his fingers fucked into you.  Eddie dove his cock into your grip over and over and you spit on the C-shape your hand was making to give it more slip.  

He backed off and put his forehead to yours, breathing heavy, bringing his soaked fingers out to draw lazy circles on your clit.  “I’m gonna cum like this if we’re not careful.”

“Mmmmh,” you hummed, stroking your thumb over his swollen, leaking tip.  “I think it’s time we see what this monster can do in real time.”

He couldn’t get into position fast enough.  Since you were on the floor, he yanked two pillows down off the bed to put behind your head and at your lower back.  He held your legs up by your knees, but then checked the angle in the mirror and put your leg down, asking you to move your hips slightly.

“Maybe I should be invisible next time,” you joked.

“Please baby, don’t say that,” he brushed his lips over your knee.  “I always want to be able to see you.”

From where he was, he didn’t have to turn his head too far to get a glimpse of the action, and you could see everything.  In the reflection, you watched the way he wet the head of his cock in your folds, spreading them open, making your glistening lips flutter.

If not for his hissed curses and sounds of pleasure, you would’ve thought you were having a wet dream or being made love to by a ghost.  

“So this is what it would be like to have sex with a ghost,” you mused aloud, feeling the weed hit you as Eddie sank deeper.

He grunted.  “It’s good practice, in case I die first, I’m gonna haunt the fuck out of you.”

“Impale me with that ghost cock, baby,” you wiggled your tongue at him.

And, so he did.

He buried himself to the base with a groan, followed by your whimpers that coaxed him to swivel his hips.

“Holy shit,” Eddie turned his head and marveled at the way your hole expanded and he could see inside of you.  The mix of your arousals began to foam a bit from the friction and Eddie’s hips moved faster.

You swiped your fingers over your clit, imagining Eddie’s hair hanging down his shoulders and his guitar pick necklace hitting against his chest with every thrust.  

He eased back with a huff, pacing himself.  "I’m so close,” you could hear him suck in his bottom lip.  

“Don’t stop,” you hushed with a hitch in your breath and Eddie noticed you working your clit in a certain way—-you were close too.

“Oh, shit, okay,” he continued, glancing in the mirror only once more while he set a steady pace.  

Your walls clenched and throbbed on him like a fist, making him mumble incoherently.

“I’m gonna cum so hard baby fuck—are  you watching?” his thrusts stuttered and your eyes were glued to the mirror as you witnessed his seed coat your walls and drip down your ass as he pumped it in.

“Eddie!” The sight of it sent you into orbit and your walls milked him aggressively as the orgasm rolled through you like velvet firecrackers. 

Eddie liked to watch your face when you came, but as the pleasure subsided, he turned to see what you could see.

“Fuckkk, that’s insane,” he mumbled, working his length in and out so he could watch the cum spill out and then get stuffed back in. “I’m so fucking in love with you.”

When he was done watching the show, he dropped his head to your shoulder and let himself slip out of your warm heaven.  You found his hair and brushed your fingers through it, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to pull him closer until your bodies met and he let you have his weight.  

“Baby, look,” you nudged him to notice the reflection again, and when he did, he saw you on the ground with your arms curled around nothing, like you were trying to hug the air.  “Now you can go down on me in a public place and no one would know.”

He lifted his head up, and you tried to decide where his eyes were.  “Can we try that tomorrow before this wears off?” He asked.

You leaned forward to kiss his mouth, but ended up kissing his nose.  “Meet you at a table in front of the Sbarro in the food court tomorrow at 11. I’ll be sure to wear a skirt.”

“Damn, that reminds me,” he got to his feet abruptly and you felt drips of his release land on your stomach. “I need to go over and show this to Steve.  So much to do before I lose my superpower.”

“I’ll drive, how about that?”

“Deal.”

#Eddie Munson fic #Eddie munson fanfiction #invisibleMan!eddie #invisible Eddie #Eddie Munson smut #Eddie Munson blurb #mechanic!eddie #boyfriend!eddie #stranger things smut

[firstkanaphans]

So sorry, just wanted to add one more thing to my already ridiculously long rant about the Ray/Mew non-sex scene because I can't leave well enough alone and that scene is so layered and deserves to be seen as such! Something I think is easy to miss because everyone gets hung up on the sex part is that Ray has already tried twice in that same scene to reach out: first he asks if he can stay over, but in a sweet, almost platonic way given that he relates it wistfully to the last time he did so two years ago when they were obviously just friends, so it felt more like a request for an innocent sleepover than anything else, and when Mew declines saying his mums are coming, Ray then asks if he can drive them, or reading between the lines, can he be part of their visit, of their family, and once again Mew shuts him down. Ray is trying SO HARD to establish any sort of intimacy between them, intimacy that might, oh I don't know, signal the difference between a platonic friendship and a romantic relationship, and Mew is not giving an inch. And it's only after those first two rejections that he goes for the more straightforward physical intimacy which Mew at first seems to reciprocate before shutting that down too. So that third rejection is just the straw that broke the camel's back. They both know what's going on even if they're not ready to verbalise it - it's why Mew accuses Ray of only wanting sex (which, come on, he must know isn't true considering Ray is his best friend and Mew's always known about his feelings), because that would be an easy way out of this disastrous arrangement. They're both throwing accusations at each other in the hope that it leads to someone coming clean or calling it quits. And that's another reason I liked Mew so much in the ending scene, because now he's got all the ammunition he needs to end their relationship, and to throw it in Ray's face, make it be entirely his fault, but instead he confesses his own culpability, gives Ray his blessing, and repairs their friendship. I love that the biggest twist of the ep is actually watching these two messy fools display admirable maturity for once!

Look, guys! We got a follow-up from the same anon (I'm assuming) who sent in this fantastic meta about the whole Ray/Mew situation.

I love this take as well! You talk about Mew reciprocating Ray's advances at first and that got me thinking...

Ray starts the scene wearing a jacket, but loses it somewhere along the way. Judging by the way Mew was gripping it at the beginning of the scene, I'm assuming he's the one who took it off. What this says to me is that Mew was trying to give Ray what he wanted. He just couldn't follow through. Mew's not a bad guy. He loves Ray. Just not the way Ray wants him to.

This part of the scene is also extra interesting when you take into account what we learned today. Top was originally supposed to try having sex with someone else, but not be able to do it because he's still so in love with Mew. Knowing this, that scene with Mew and Ray offers such a nice parallel. Like Top, Mew was trying to move on and, like Top, he couldn't.

Thank you for blessing my inbox with your ramblings, anon. It was a delight to read ✨

#only friends the series #only friends meta #asks

[he-is-lightning-in-a-bottle]

Plz send halp.

I have fallen down a MewTul rabbit hole and I can't get out.

Things Mew has said about his faen:

~Has blood type O (Tul's blood type is O)

~Lives in NYC (Tul lives in NYC)

~Was with him at New Year's (Tul was with him over New Year's)

~Is currently not active in the entertainment industry (Tul has retired to finish grad school)

~Thai reporters probably already know his faen (Tul is already known to Thai reporters)

~Does not like or play football (Tul hates football)

~Have met each other's parents (They've obviously met each other's parents)

~Is sulking because Mew is slow to answer his phone (Tul has several times, quite publicly on social media, sulked over Mew not answering his calls)

~The most expensive thing he bought his faen was a bag worth 100,000 baht (He bought Tul a Bottega Veneta bag worth 100,000 baht)

~His faen sent him a video of them singing Blood Type B in English that day (earlier that same day Tul posted then deleted a video of himself singing Blood Type B in English to his IG Stories, ie he probably meant to DM it to someone or filter who saw it)((THIS IS VERY SPECIFIC AND WHAT ARE THE CHANCES))

~He's traveled abroad with his faen (Mew and Tul have been to both Vietnam and NYC together)

~Their love blossomed while filming Ocean Eyes (Tul also worked on Ocean Eyes)

~They don't announce their relationship but they don't hide it either. They go out in public together and it's fine if fans see them together. (Fans have spotted Tul and Mew together many times, and they both appear in each other's and other's IG stories often. Meanwhile, there aren't any consistent fan sightings of Mew with anyone else.)

Things that make me go hmmm:

Mew has twice called Tul his "baby" in English.

Mew has said his happiest memory is in Chiang Mai (he and Tul just went there together over New Year's).

When at the hotel together in Vietnam over Christmas, Mew shared an IG story of the hotel's pianist and violinist performing Perfect by Ed Sheeran with the note that he had been the one to make the request. (Odd request for dinner entertainment with your bro, not so odd if you're with your faen.) Later Tul shared an IG story of a pic of NYC skyline with a clip of Ed Sheeran's Perfect playing over it. Mew later posted a throwback photo dump from Vietnam on his IG and in the pic from the Regent resort gym, you can see Tul reflected in the mirror as the person snapping the pic. Fans also have pics of them in the hotel together. And yet despite all this proof they were in Vietnam together, Tul posted a photo dump of NYC Christmas pics to make it seem like he wasn't there. Why the subterfuge?

Mew repeatedly posts to and tags an IG account (@growaswegoooooooo) with romantic language "You complete me. I complete you. We complete each other." "I'm already missing you" etc. The account was created during Mew's trip to visit Tul in NYC last October. None of the pics have selfies in them, but they are most often of places he and Tul have been together. Like Vietnam over Christmas, Chiang Mai over New Year's, and even NYC during October. He even posted pics of an overnight stay at a small B&B in Cold Spring, NY that were taken on Tul's birthday with pics of Tul's Bday cake (the one he posted himself holding a week later with the semi-nude IG pics) and a flower bouquet (how many bros buy bouquets for their bros on their birthdays?? while staying at quaint, secluded upstate B&Bs?? and apparently doing an almost nude photo shoot together??). In another pic, the account's "where we had our first brunch together in Chiang Mai" pics showed the table set up from Tul's POV, and Mew posted the table set up from his POV with a bit of Tul's shirt and arm in it on his primary IG story, and fans had pics of the two of them at that restaurant wearing those exact clothes. The mystery IG account is clearly run by Mew and heavily features Tul while not actually showing either of them.

If Mew's faen lives in NYC and isn't Tul, why did Mew spend Tul's entire winter break with him in Vietnam and Chiang Mai? Why not spend the holidays with his faen?

If Mew's faen isn't Tul, who else was 1) with him while filming Ocean Eyes, 2) famous enough that Thai reporters would know them, 3) no longer currently active in the entertainment industry, 4) also living in NYC, 5) also with him over New Year's in Chiang Mai, and 6) type O blood? That's just too many coincidences stacked on top of each other. You could argue it was an Ocean Eyes crew member from NYC who is also friends with Tul, but why would Thai reporters know a random set employee?

If Mew's faen isn't Tul, why create that secondary IG account using romantic language and tie it so closely to Tul?

If Mew's faen isn't Tul, then what's with all these weirdly specific answers that only apply to Tul? If they were an onscreen couple I'd immediately dismiss it all as fan service, but they have NOTHING TO PROMOTE together. They're clearly good friends in the very least, but he's got to know how his answers sound.

What is going on??

#mew suppasit #tul pakorn #mewtul #i am not delulu i just need to understand what is going on #also my only argument against their dating at this point is that Mew literally said they weren't when asked directly about it #which is worth a lot but also maybe not if the couple wants to control the narrative of if/when/how they make it public

[srptchkds]

Heya! I hope you are doing great, I’ll get to drawing Nuzleaf soon! School work is killing me- but I am here to request your hero/ partner psmd headcanon dynamics!! Thank you and have a good day or night!

I'm doing great, thank you! And omg you're so sweet omgghfn, pls don't overwhelm yourself fjsvsj, schoolwork is also killing me dw

And thanks for requesting, you have enabled my self-indulgence!

Here's my HCs for (my) PSMD Hero + Partner

( okay so for context, my hero is basically just a self insert of me tbh, and is a Fennekin. For the sake of easiness I'll just refer to hero in third person. My partner is a Treecko named Oscar! )

HCs:

- Hero was at first very kept to themselves, especially after seeing how... "out there" Oscar was, but as their friendship developed further Hero became more extroverted and expressive

- Hero and Oscar's friendship dynamic can only be described as "best friends but commonly mistaken for either a couple or siblings" as well as "the idiot, and the "smarter one" who's also an idiot"

- The two know eachother well enough that they can practically read the other, they both know if the other is stressed, needs comfort, happy, confused, etc.

- While Hero got her name from... What she was called as a human, Oscar got his name after Hero told them they looked like an Oscar

- Hero and Oscar are very playful, and will tease one another in a brutal way, but they both know to not overdo it with eachother

- After post-game, Oscar and Hero created friendship necklaces with eachother to signify their friendship, and how no matter what, they can never be separated

- Oscar is the far more spontaneous and reckless one, while Hero is the dependable, responsible one

- Hero prefers going on easier-sounding expeditions, while Oscar prefers going on the hardest, most challenging missions "for the fun of it", Hero usually can't say no (especially if Oscar has baby-doll eyes)

- Adding on to how they both can read eachother, Hero will brush up to Oscar whenever she senses that he feels scared, and sometimes Oscar will gently hold Hero if he senses she's having a nightmare or something (Hero pls get some therapy <3)

- These two suffer from what I call "best friend syndrome" where they find difficulty in enjoying an activity without the other, especially expeditions

- Hero has the tendency to space out, which can be evident if she makes strange facial expressions, and Oscar is always the one to notice first and snap her back to reality

- Hero is basically the "sunshine protector" while Oscar is the "sunshine"

- After the summer break was considered over for the Serene Village school, Hero and Oscar took a break from the expedition society to go back to school (education is very important, especially to being a good explorer!)

Ok now time for HCs of the individual PKMN

Hero:

- Hero has a habit of hoarding Reviver Seeds, Tiny Reviver Seeds, and Oran Berries, to the point where she'll bring as many as she think she needs into a dungeon and never using them (she only ever uses them with Oscar)

- Hero developed a habit for drawing, especially drawing what she daydreams about. She's very shy to people seeing what she actually draws because she doesn't rlly think it's good (a little hard to draw if you're quadrupedal)

- After the betrayal from Nuzleaf, and being sent to the Voidlands Hero felt depressed, especially since she considered Nuzleaf like a father figure

- Despite having forgiven Nuzleaf, the Beeheyem, and others for the incident, Hero is prone to nightmares regarding everything that happened. Usually it's unnoticeable to others, but sometimes Oscar will notice

- VERY WEIRD HC but I hc my Hero to have human songs stuck in her head often, like she forgot all her human memories and that includes songs she listened to, but it's more of a subconscious thing? Idk how to explain it but Hero won't ever recall listening to that song but it's very much stuck in her head

Oscar:

- After discovering all his memories as Mew, Oscar at first found it hard to see Hero the same way, especially since he had known her for such a long time, even as a human, but soon he went back to seeing her the same way (Hero doesn't act too different from her human self)

- Upon Hero's request, Oscar would tell Hero of what she was like as a human, and how Oscar was like as Mew, and their tales with going against Dark Matter

- Oscar sometimes likes to take mini trips to Serene Village and visit his pops (alongside with Hero)

- Oscar developed a secondary hobby of crafting and creating things

- Oscar is totally the type to be like "don't worry! I'm not afraid of anything!" just to enter a scary place and be right behind Hero's back

- Being a Treecko and all, Oscar likes to appear cool as a way to impress others, especially Hero, but he usually fails with this

- Oscar loves to tell his stories with meeting various Pokemon with Hero to anyone who will listen, although he does forget important parts of each story and skips ahead to what he deems is the coolest part of the story

Ok so I *may* have made one too many HCs for them, but I appreciate them sm, and thank you so much for requesting you're so sweet omg djsvsnns

#created a whole list of hcs😨😨 #psmd brainrot tbh😔😔 #psmd #hero #partner #pokemon super mystery dungeon

[ckret2]

Medical Research

SPOILERS FOR DETECTIVE PIKACHU!! Even the summary has spoilers I ain’t kidding.

Fandom: Pokémon, Detective Pikachu movie Characters: Mewtwo, Harry Goodman, Detective Pikachu but he doesn’t do much Words: 2600 Summary: How, exactly, did Harry Goodman get Mewtwo into PCL? He certainly didn’t capture the most powerful Pokémon in the world. The only possibility is that he persuaded Mewtwo to go. But what would persuade Mewtwo, whose first conscious act was to blast its way out of a scientific lab full of gene experimenting, to willingly walk into one? Notes: Call me Babe Ruth.

"Medical research!"

Mewtwo froze, glowing hand outstretched toward the floating human's chest—still poised to blast him halfway to the northeast Kanto coast with a single mental flex. A Pikachu was clinging to his shirt, huddling over his heart with eyes squeezed shut.

Slowly, Mewtwo's hand stopped glowing. But it didn't let go yet. "Explain."

The human gasped in a breath as the pressure Mewtwo was exerting on his body to keep him floating loosened, then automatically kicked his legs as if trying to stay aloft as he felt gravity take hold of him again. Mewtwo wasn't going to drop him. Not yet, anyway.

"J—just outside Ryme City, in Sinnoh," the human said. "There's a lab! They want—"

Mewtwo's skin prickled at the word lab. "I am not interested in being experimented on by humans again." It raised its hand. The human yelped as he jerked another few feet in the air.

"Listen to him!" the Pikachu cried. "He's not here to hurt you, I promise! Please!"

Mewtwo hesitated, ruminating on the Pikachu's request. The pair had approached it with words instead of attacks, and with none of the complicated machinery designed to entrap and ensnare that the likes of Team Rocket and their many subsequent bounty hunters tended to throw at it. Mewtwo could have chalked it up to cockiness—but the human wasn't even carrying poké balls. Not even one for the Pikachu. The only machinery he had on him was a cell phone.

They weren't here to catch it.

Slowly, Mewtwo lowered the pair—and then dropped them, from three feet up, to the muddy bank of the Cerulean River. The human landed hard and groaned; Pikachu squealed in surprise.

"Very well. I will listen," Mewtwo said. "Explain your research—and why I should want anything to do with it."

"Nnh..." The human sat up, lifted his arms, and grimaced at the mud covering them from elbow down. "Not—not my research. I was—hired, by the guy funding it. You've heard of Howard Clifford?"

"No."

"Ahh. Great. Well, he's uh, he's this—big, idealist philanthropist type guy—it's that whole archetype, the benevolent futurist billionaire thing, you know the type—"

"I do not."

The human stopped, mouth partway open, caught mid-sentence and unsure how to go on now. "Right. Well, I'm—I'm sure you'll meet him, if you decide you want to come. Anyway, he wants to make medicine from the genes of Pokémon, that can be used on both humans and different Pokémon. Stuff like, uh, uh... identifying the genes that are altered when Wailmer turns into Wailord, and injecting them into Grotle so they get way, way larger when they evolve."

Mewtwo tilted its head. "Why would they do that?"

The human opened his mouth. Then stopped with his mouth open again, brow furrowed, and thought about that. "You know, I—I don't actually... know why they did that. I think I was, uh, busy gawking at the ginormous Torterra when they explained the whole... purpose, of that specific project."

It didn't matter, ultimately. Mewtwo's skin was prickling again, at this talk of genes shuffling between Pokémon as casually as scavengers trading berries, and its instincts were telling it to go hide.

Hide where, though? The human had done what few others had done before: tracked Mewtwo down to its hidden sanctuary, an unobtrusive mountain cave hiding in the shadow of Mt. Moon. Mewtwo's fault for being so being so merciful to other explorers who'd passed through. If it showed mercy to this one as well—and, at this point, it supposed, it would—then its location would be known to this benevolent futurist billionaire the human had mentioned, and who knew how many others would be sent after it. And soon Team Rocket would learn of its location again. This sanctuary was no longer safe for Mewtwo—and it wouldn't be safe for any of the other Pokémon in it, either, if Mewtwo didn't leave it behind for good.

For a moment, Mewtwo was furious at the human for discovering it.

It forced itself not to act on its rage. But the Pikachu sensed the rage all the same, fixing Mewtwo with a hard look, his cheeks crackling.

"You have accomplished a feat that very few humans have ever achieved, in tracking me down on purpose," Mewtwo said. "To have done so, you must know a great deal about me. You must know what I am—what I come from."

The human hesitated, the nodded. "Little—little island near Cinnabar, right? A cloning experiment? Sponsored by a gym leader with ties to organized crime."

"I am far beyond a mere 'cloning experiment.' Tell me: do I look like a Mew?"

"Well, I can't say I've ever seen a Mew, but—" The human stared at Mewtwo for a long moment, taking in its height, its oddly fused fingers, its strange bony sternum, its misshapen double neck, "—but no, you... don't exactly look like the cave art."

"I am Pokémon gene splicing. I am what happens when humans try to improve upon Pokémon—when humans snip DNA apart like so many little lengths of rope and knot them back together. I should not be."

"Hey now, that's pretty harsh on yourself—"

"And there should not be other things like me," Mewtwo said firmly. "I do believe you both came here with good intentions. But your intentions mean nothing in the face of the abominations you're asking for."

The human stared at Mewtwo a moment longer, hard—this time, not like he was taking in its body, but like he was looking for something deeper. Mewtwo didn't like that look. It felt... penetrating.

"Hey." The human's voice was softer now. "Listen." He slowly got to his feet, brushing excess mud off his rear. Pikachu scampered up to his shoulder and settled there. "You've... you've had bad experiences with humans. Especially humans in labs. Especially especially humans in labs talking about genes. I get that. I understand why you wouldn't want to go back to one. I wouldn't blame you or judge you in the slightest for completely rejecting anybody coming up to you to talk about anything that's got to do with humans in labs with genes." He paused. "But I hope you'll consider not rejecting it. Because there's a lot of people and Pokémon out there, right now, every day, suffering—from injuries they won't recover from, from diseases we don't have cures to—and the Pokémon Comprehensive Laboratory in Ryme City is trying to change that. You can't im—"

He stopped, face twisting, swallowed hard; Pikachu fussed with his hair for a moment until he'd collected himself. "You can't imagine what it's like," he said, voice hoarser than it had been just a moment earlier, "what it's like, watching someone you love—waste away, and die. From an illness that there's no cure for yet."

Telepath though Mewtwo was, it had never been much of a mind reader; and what skill it had once possessed had atrophied to nothing under Team Rocket's tender care. It was a very weak empath at best. But it didn't need to be strong to feel the sudden miasmas of decade-old grief leaking from the human, like poisonous gas from a Koffing's craterous pores.

It drifted closer to the human, equal parts intrigued and pitying, feet inches above the muddy riverbank. "You speak from experience?"

The human shrugged with his un-Pikachu-occupied shoulder. "Do you know what cancer is?"

"I've been told I am a cancer," Mewtwo said. "A Mew who's more tumor than healthy tissue."

The human let out a startled laugh. "Well—that shows you can survive it, right? That's more than most people can say. Imagine what that would be like—being made of cancer, but never dying from it." He sniffed hard, shook his head, and collected himself again. "Listen, I uh—I didn't come to talk about my life. Sorry. But—Howard's poured a lot of money, manpower, and poképower into tracking you down. And he's done it all because he believes, sincerely believes, that something in your genes—your weird, part-prehistoric-demigod, part-manmade-mishmash genes—holds the key to making life a whole lot better for a whole lot of sick folks. I don't get the science behind it, but he's got people who do—and to them, you're not Wailord genes in a Grotle. You're everything."

Mewtwo glanced away from the pair, considering the proposition uneasily. As much as it reviled the thought of returning to another lab... had it not been working, for years, to undo the things that Team Rocket had done to it? The damage that had been done to its soul—if it had such a thing—its mind, if not. For years, now, it had been fighting to unlearn all that Team Rocket had taught it about where a Pokémon's worth comes from, and the supremacy of power, and the dynamic of master and tool between human and Pokémon. Mewtwo was not the same Pokémon that had fled from Viridian City so many years ago.

Maybe it was time, too, to unlearn its fear of white coats and the smell of sterilized steel.

Maybe it was time to see if it could redefine how it saw its own genes—not as slap in the face of the natural order, but as a gift to the world.

It wanted to be a gift.

"I am... proficient, in genetics," Mewtwo confessed. "I have conducted my own experiments in augmented cloning. You've come to ask if I'd offer my body to medicine. I can also offer my mind."

The human blinked at it. "Augmented cl—what, what-what, what kind of augmented cloning?"

Mewtwo cringed in shame. "Enhancing a Pokémon's strength. For battle. Augmenting their innate special powers."

"Wh..." For a moment, the human just stared. "Th—yeah! Yeah, that's—that's fantastic. Hey, the PCL's got some Froakie it tries out all its new discoveries on—Froakie adapt really well to new DNA, apparently—you can show them what you've got, see if they think it's useful?"

Mewtwo nodded hesitantly. "My procedures don't allow for genes to be inserted into already-living Pokémon. I'll have to clone new ones."

"Maybe they'll be able to help you figure out how to put it in living Pokémon? Froakie evolve a couple of times, it should be easy to get the genes in them."

"Perhaps. If they're willing. If they're volunteers." It would have to ask them, personally—all the Pokémon in the facility—if they'd volunteered. If even one hadn't...

"So, that's a yes, right?" the human said. "You're in? Gonna come help make the world a better place?"

"Provided I will be treated like a volunteer, not a test subject," Mewtwo said, "yes. I'm in."

"Yesss." The human performed a slow fist pump.

Pikachu cheered, then beamed up at Mewtwo. "Thank you. You've made my partner really happy."

Partner. Not trainer, nor owner, nor master. "I would not have given him a chance had you not vouched for him." It would not have given a chance to any human who didn't have a human to vouch for them; but it had found that Pikachu tend to be particularly good judges of character.

"Wh— Are you talking to—?" The human pointed to the Pikachu on his shoulder.

"Of course. Did you think I, a Pokémon, am only capable of communicating with humans?"

The human paused. "No! No, of course I didn't. I just, didn't think about— He vouched for me?"

Mewtwo nodded. The human smiled at Pikachu. "Aww. That's the sweetest— Hey, buddy. Fist bump." He held his fist up. Pikachu leaned forward, planting both hands on his knuckles; sparks snapped between them.

"This facility is in Ryme City?" Mewtwo asked. "Can you describe the neighborhood so I can find it? Preferably from a bird's eye view."

"Oh, no, don't worry about— Howard said if I actually found you, he could send a charter flight. We get to ride to Sinnoh in style."

"I see." Rich, ran his own science lab, could summon up airplanes at his convenience... Mewtwo had yet to met this Howard, but it was already uneasy at the thought of his power. It seemed like a very familiar power.

But he wasn't using his power to design the world's most powerful Pokémon; he was using it to cure diseases.

And Mewtwo wasn't going to be one of his possessions; it was going to be a volunteer. A volunteer who had been asked to come, by a human and a Pikachu who'd approached with words instead of weapons. It would be a volunteer. Perhaps even a scientist.

That thought also made it uneasy.

"Ugh, the mud's starting to crust on me." The human shook his hands. Not much mud came off. "You mind if we head back into town so I can wash off in my hotel?"

Mewtwo wasn't fond of the idea of venturing into Cerulean City. It glanced to the side. "There's a river right here."

"Well yeah, but—I don't want to walk back into town with soaking wet pants."

"You could take them off."

The human's face screwed up. "Thaaat's not going to work for a human."

Mewtwo waited for him to explain why. He didn't. Maybe it was an instinct. One must respect other species' instincts, even if one doesn't understand them.

"I will wait, then. At the entrance to the cave." Mewtwo raised higher, preparing to leave for its shelter. It would perhaps be its last opportunity to visit the cave for a long time. "When you're ready to go to Sinnoh, come find me."

"Yeah. Okay." The human nodded. "And—thanks, Mewtwo."

Mewtwo nodded. Then, slowly, spoke: "Thank you. For all of my life, the means of my birth have been a... a burden to overcome. I have lived my life striving to prove that I have worth in spite of how I was made. I think... it will be good to learn whether, despite all the horrors I went through—and committed—some worth can be found in me because of how I was made. I appreciate this opportunity, human."

The human looked surprised. "Wow. That's... You're kind of a deep guy, Mewtwo."

"I have a lot of time to think," it said. "And the most powerful brain on the planet."

The human huffed a laugh. "Hey, before I go—you don't have to call me 'human.' I shoulda introduced myself earlier, but, you know—" He held one hand up, first two and last two fingers pressed together, and imitated the gesture Mewtwo had made when it levitated him into the air. "The name's Harry. Harry Goodman."

"Hairy Good Man," Mewtwo repeated dubiously. "I have seen hairier humans."

"No, it's— That's spelled H-A-R-R-Y," Hairy said. "No I."

Mewtwo nodded slowly. "I can't read."

The human stared at it. Then shook his head slightly. "I don't know why I assumed you could."

Now that they'd been properly introduced—and now that Mewtwo had spilled more of its inner life to a human in thirty seconds than it had to anyone else in the past decade—Mewtwo was more than ready to be alone. To prepare itself for a trip to Sinnoh. To the lab. "Go." It gestured with its head in the direction of Cerulean City. Its highest roofs could just barely be seen over the trees beyond the river. "I'll be waiting."

"Right, right." Hairy turned toward Cerulean City; then turned back around again, in the direction of the nearest bridge back across the river, far in the opposite direction. He sighed quietly. Pikachu craned his head, checking for wild Pokémon along the route ahead.

Mewtwo gently lifted him up—he yelped in surprise—carried him over the river, and sat him on his feet on the opposite bank. "Oh—thanks!" He waved.

Mewtwo nodded again; then floated there, and watched, as Hairy headed back toward town. Pikachu turned to watch Mewtwo over his shoulder until they were gone.

Walking into a lab of its own free will. (Medical lab, it reminded itself again. Medicine, not power.) It hoped it wasn't making a mistake.

It hoped its genes would help people.

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[veridium]

Theia bringing a kitten home from Crestwood. Josie's reaction. I'm here for the sappy shit

Writer’s note: okay so I went a little more slow burn than sappy with this because I thought about the chronology of it, so I’m sorry if it’s not as much of a jelly-filled doughnut as I usually write (lol). But, I still think it’s pretty sweet!

Crestwood happens whilst Theia andJosephine are still flirting with each other, but there’s been no action fromeither of them and for as much as they both feel intrigued, everyone elsebelieves it to be an affinity between two clever women.

So, the following ensues:

The returning grouping from Crestwood looked as if they hadtrudged through too much mud and dirt to feel any more willingness to travelfor the rest of the month. Horses’ legs were drenched up to their elbow joints,carriage wheels aching and some half-broken, hastily repaired on the road. TheTroops that had accompanied the Inquisitor’s contingent were cursing undertheir breath, lamenting that it would take months for the stains in theiruniforms to be washed out.

So, seeing the Inquisitor arrive with a careful andtender-hearted grin on her face, the Advisors wondered what semblance of moraleshe had managed to hold onto during the journey.

Swiftly dismounting from her ride, the Inquisitor promptlydug into one of her large saddlebags. She looked as though she was reaching forsomething fragile, but was too excited to be slow. Seeker Cassandra had alreadydismounted her ride and made her way around Theia’s horse in order to see ifher precious cargo had survived. Two women, hardened and revered for theirpower and stature, unabashedly attentive to whatever it was the Inquisitor wasstowing in her bag.

“Is it an artifact of some sort?” Leliana leaned into herfriend, the Ambassador, who was also eyeing the harmless sight with intrigue.

“Would she carry it on herself if it was that important?”

The two women looked at each other, both remembering thatone incident where Theia tossed – or tried to, anyway – the axe she hadrecovered from her “duel” with the Avaar prince to Iron Bull. She went with itinstead of letting go, and fell rather clumsily. Ego slightly bruised, Theiahad resolved to levitate it into the Bull’s hands, much to his dismay for suchpomp.

Now both slightly concerned for the Inquisitor’s ego oncemore, they returned their keen gaze down to the courtyard. The Inquisitor washolding something close to her chest, as if it were an infant, but too small.The Seeker was smiling with disbelief, marveling at how much the Theia hadprioritized this after all they had endured in Crestview.

Down on the ground, it was a teasing match between Cassandraand Theia.

“Come on, Seeker, she came to me. This fortress is toolonely between the people and the horses.”

“Cullen will be livid, his request for five Mabari dogs wasdenied by Sister Leliana.”

“Yes, well, five dogs versus one barn cat are two differentordeals.” Theia was amused to feel like it was Leliana managing all of theInquisition’s leaders as if they were children wanting pets of their own.

“Fair enough, though, I will be curious to see how it bondsto you whilst you travel across all of Thedas more often than not.”

“Cats are different. They do not hunger for the same closecontact as dogs do. They are independent, and self-sufficient, like us.”

“Be sure to be as persuasive when you bring it to the WarCouncil,” The Seeker patted Theia on the shoulder, seeing herself off towherever she needed to be. Cassandra always seemed to be needed, andintuitively knew it. Theia felt as if she just stumbled into situations whereher power and role were implicated as soon as she appeared.

Making her way up the stairs towards the Hall, she finallycame to see both Leliana and Josephine standing observantly at the top of thestairwell. Holding the tiny, and slightly mal-nutritioned kitten, she couldn’thelp but feel like she was about to be reprimanded and sent to her room withoutsupper. The kitten had been found all alone without a soul to care for it,muddied and dirty. Surely it could have fallen and drowned into a puddle if itwanted to. But, the Inquisitor, coming across it during a ride with her allies,had softened herself enough to make one less infamous rescue.

Approaching two of her three advisors, she adjusted the wayshe was holding the small little creature, hand underneath its chest in orderto support its body.

“Inquisitor, I see you have made more than one gesture ofheroism in your travels,” Leliana greeted, holding her hands characteristicallybehind her back.

“Indeed, though, I think this little one has no money orweapons to yield the Inquisition as thanks,” Theia warmly replied, lightlypetting the back of the kitten’s tabby-colored head. The little thing gave asoft mew, making the Inquisitor’s heart ache. “She will be my personal charge,so there will be no concerns as to where she will belong or if she will causetrouble.”

“Inquisitor, you are hardly a sedentary individual. Perhapsit would be best to give her to one of the kitchen or barn staff, so that shemay better preoccupy herself?” Leliana was the one who had a vested interest inthe welfare of animals. Her ravens, after all, were just as much her people asher human staff was.

Josephine observed the conversation quietly, a rare thingwhen it came to the Ambassador’s proclivity for mediating discussions.

“When she is recovered enough I will let her roam as shepleases, but I wish to oversee her care myself. A small joy for myself,” Theiaheld the kitten closer to her chin as she tried to appeal to Leliana’scompassion. It was working, though begrudgingly.

“Alright, but do not tell the Commander. I still receivenotes on reports about my refusal to take on a legion of Mabari.”

“Deal.”

Leliana turned and made her way back into the hall, wearinga cordial facial expression as she did so. That left the Ambassador andInquisitor, both standing as if they felt obligated to continue a conversation,but it had not started in the first place.

“Lady Ambassador,” Theia spoke first, “It is good to seeyou. Are you not fond of cats?”

Josephine smiled politely, shaking her head. “Of course Iam, Your Worship. My Mother keeps no less than seven Antivan rough-coats in herwing of our home. I am merely…surprised,” her voice chimed.

“Surprised?”

“Yes. I did not think such a…preoccupied person, such asyourself, would be inclined to such endearments.”

The two women started to walk slowly back into the hall, andwhen they reached the entryway they had come to a stop.

“The Circle was restrictive, but we had certain feral catswho would come visit the kitchens for scraps. We were very kind to them inreturn for some companionship whilst the fed on bones and drippings,” Theiareferred to her time in the Circle rarely, and even less-so to divulge intimatememories. People assumed it was the violence, or her political disagreementwith Circles. However, for Theia, it was a lot more complicated.

“I see. Well, I do hope she provides solace to you in thecoming days,” Josephine’s voice was diplomatically opaque, though, her curiousface keyed into a different motivation.

“I hope so as well, but who knows, she may bond to someoneelse in my absence. Who am I to stop her?” Theia played, smirking out thecorner of her mouth as she scratched behind the kitten’s ear with her finger.

“Surely, you saving her life will inspire some loyalty?”Josephine’s chin tilted, now slightly surprised at the casual nature of Theia’saffection.

“Yes, but one should not spend their lives indebted to thebasic decency of others as if it were exceptional.”

Theia’s reassured and most political response caughtJosephine’s eye. There was a confidence and conviction below the surface ofTheia’s demonstrated self-consciousness and kindness. She had been letting itshow more and more as time passed and she filled into her leadership, but, itseemed as though when Theia would finally let that side of herself show,something would make her slip-up.

“Well, since you feel so ardently about it,” Josephine wasgoing to say something more exact and precise, but her mind trailed off as sherealized she hadn’t really formulated an opinion in advance. It was off thecuff now.

“I most certainly do, but that hardly is something to beafraid of,” Theia chuckled. “I shall retire to my quarters for a moment. If youneed anything of me, Ambassador, as I suspect you do, feel free to send word.”

As the Inquisitor nodded and sought out the door to herbedchambers, the Lady Ambassador watched her go. There were increasingly moreins and outs to their leader than she had originally suspected, and they werecontinuing to catch her off-guard.

“Do take care, Inquisitor,” she wished after her, though shefelt it arbitrary. Turning away, she was resigned to her status of being alonein that moment. Until, echoing back from the halfway point of the hall, sheheard the voice she had been conversing with.

“And you, My Lady Ambassador!”

Butterflies plumed in Josephine’s gut as she kept hershoulders turned away from the Inquisitor’s direction. Putting the tips of herfingers to her lips, she stepped out the entryway more so as to continue eyeingthe unpacking efforts. Though, in her head, she was paying attention toanything but that.

My Lady Ambassador.

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