#now that is a tall glass of water (nessa)

[baecvlt]

Stalker Nagito Komaeda x Milf!Reader

this was requested via my twitter:

“Hey! i’ve seen your works and I’m in love. Can I request smut where a stalker Nagito Komaeda becomes obsessed with a milf reader who moves into the neighborhood who’s like a dom in bed and ya know just large bust and taller than him. Thank youuu🤍”

a/n: ofc. but I have my own idea of a dom which i’ll use involving certain things (heed warnings)

warnings: he is so obviously a virgin in this, degradation, slight masochism, asphyxiation, spit, also Nagito calls the reader mommy (side note: nagito is in his early 20s in this, he lives alone. age of reader isn’t specified BUT I say she’s in her late 20s/early 30s)

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It was a bright day...which Nagito despised. It was summer. He hated the sun, hated the mosquitoes, and the unnecessary humidity. It was days like these he wishes he was back at his university dorm. The A/C, the tall tree covering his window and blocking the sun...it was perfect. Hell, he didn’t even hate classes. Yet, he couldn’t live in the dorms forever. When it came time to buy a home, he stupidly did so in fall, moved in during the winter.

Well, no shit the home seemed perfect then. It wasn’t fucking summer. His A/C decided to break, his windows has a great view of the sun, and most of his friends were out of town (all except Hajime, but Hajime is fucking boring and a bummer). Nagito sat on his couch, watching reruns of old tv shows. He took a sip from his nearby glass (cold water), suddenly hearing sounds of what appeared to be a loading van. He looked outside his window.

A moving van?

Right, that one old man who lived there passed away. Freak accident, by the way. Oh well, may he rest in peace. Meanwhile, Nagito was being himself and trying to see who it was. Pretty much, the dude was being nosy. He saw another car pull up. That must’ve been the family’s car. Out jumped 3 kids, what appeared to be 2 girls and 1 boy. An adult stepped out. Nagito decided he’d get a better look at the situation. He put on his shirt, black jeans, and his green hood.

He was “going for a walk”.

Without being noticed, he made his way to the other side of the street. It was a woman, she was taking boxes out of the truck. The minute Nagito saw her it was if he was stricken by Cupid’s arrow. She was tall and beautiful. Her skin complimented her hair and her legs, he couldn’t take his eyes off them. Her breasts...he needed to stop—

“Hi!”

She was in front of him, a warm and inviting smile on her face. “H-Hi,” he muttered. She didn’t hear him well, so it helped that he waved. “I’m new in the neighborhood. We just moved in,” she added, putting the box down. She stuck her hand out, going for a handshake. He shook her hand, her warm hand against his cold ones. Why are his hands always cold? “I see,” he responded, getting his shit together,“I’m Nagito Komaeda. I live across the street”. She introduced herself and complimented his house.

“What a lovely home. I hope the neighborhood is just as lovely”

“It should be. It’s pretty quiet. There’s not many families here. Say, can I help you pack?”

“You’re too sweet! I’d really appreciate it”

He helped take all the boxes in her home, helping load a couch too, and help with other large objects. They finished in 9 hours, taking a majority of the day. “Thanks for helping out, Nagito”. She made a lemonade, handing him a glass.

“Don’t mention it! Also, thank you”

One of the kids ran in the living room where they sat on the couch. He gasped when he saw Nagito. “Mommy! That man looks dead!!!”. Nagito smiled, but his mom was not amused. “Michael! Apologize..”. The kid kept smiling and said,“Sorry!”. He ran to another room. “I’m so sorry,” she muttered. Nagito shook his head.

“Hey, I’m rather malnourished”

“Ha. On an unrelated topic, are you hungry? I could make us something”

“Oh, I shouldn’t linger any longer. I wouldn’t want to disturb your husband”

She laughed. “I know you mean no harm, but I’m not married,” she added. “Oh,” Nagito muttered,“I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean it in any way”. She shook her head and reassured him it was fine. “Sit, Nagito,” she pulled out a chair,“I’m not letting you refuse having dinner with us. Especially since you were such help”. She rubbed his back before heading back into the kitchen to begin cooking.

She made him a bowl of pasta, adding chicken on the side. Nagito was quite happy. He hadn’t eaten a good meal in so long. Her kids didn’t eat at the table, but on the counter. Meanwhile, she ate with Nagito. Just as Nagito thought he couldn’t grow fonder of her, he did just that. All she did was let him talk about himself.

“Jesus, I’m sorry about your parents? How are you keeping yourself afloat with university and expenses?”

“Academic scholarships”

“Wow, you’re such a smart boy”

The way she phrased it made him flustered. “Thank you for the meal, ma’am,” he muttered,“I haven’t eaten like this in who knows how long”. She smiled tenderly, picking up his empty plate. “Seconds?”. He shook his head.

“No, thank you. I’m already so full”

“I’m glad. You know, there’s always a meal for you in store if you can do me a favor”

“What’s that?”

“My oldest daughter has her final test this week. You think you can help her study? I’ll make you a nice, warm meal every time you come over”

Nagito thought about it. He would also have time around her. Plus, she wasn’t a bad cook. “Of course, I look forward to it,” he told her. “Lovely”. He got up and excused himself to go home. “It was nice having you over, Nagito,” she said softly. He could tell she was getting sleepy. When people are tired, Nagito has noticed that their tone is rather sheepish. She walked him to the door, ruffling his hair playfully and he blushed. “Goodnight, neighbor”.

“Goodnight, you”

Before he left, she stopped him and handed him a paper: (xxx) xxx-xxxx ♡

“Call me when you get home so I have your number saved. Then, I can call you when my daughter, Vanessa, needs help. Take care, okay?”

He nodded.

She closed the door, his thoughts racing on his way home. He picked up some things about her, things she didn’t even tell him. He went home and opened a notebook, writing all of it down. He called her and she answered, her voice as sweet as when he left (only sleepier). “Hello?”. His breath was heavy without realizing it as he spoke. “H-Hey, you told me to call you,” he breathed,“It’s Nagito...Komaeda”

“Oh, hey, angel! I’m not interrupting anything am I?”

“What? No, it’s all good— why’d you think so?”

“You sound like you need to catch your breath, but anyway, thanks for calling me. I’ve saved your number now”

“Oh, great! Well, if that’s all, I’ll let you go to bed now”

“It was. Goodnight, Nagito”

“G-Goodnight”

He hung up, flustered more than ever as he continued to jot down his thoughts on paper. The next day, he woke up at 6am to wait in his car. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but he couldn’t help it. At around 7:41am, his front neighbor and kids headed for their car. Nagito, who had taken a light nap in the driver’s seat, was awoken by the car starting. He waited for the car to drive away just slightly past his house to start his own car, slowly tailing behind her.

He dropped her kids off at the nearby elementary. She got off, kissed them on their forehead (all minus the eldest, who walked swiftly through the gates). Seeing how she cared for them made Nagito feel bad, but all he did was brush that feeling off. Next, he followed her through her daily. As he did, his notes from last night echoed through his mind, adding new detail.

“She works at an office not everyday She doesn’t have allergies but is sensitive to dust Red seems to be her favorite color but always in a darker shade Her daughter is around 10 years old She isn’t vegan but enjoys almond milk Maybe has an issues with abandonment but I can’t assume that either She buys many apples but not the same amount of bananas at the store so maybe she only eats the bananas—”

Just more to add to his notebook.

He got home before she did, writing down what he had learned. His phone rang about an hour later of him getting home. He picked it up,“Hello?”. “Nagito, hi!”. It was her. He started having a mini-panic attack, because why would she be calling him? “H-Hey, how are you?”

“I’m doing alright. I was wondering if you could come over and tutor Vanessa”

Oh, thank god.

“Yes, of course. I’ll be down there right now”

“Great. See you then!”

He was relieved, heading to her home happily. He knocked on the door. When she opened it, she did so with the same warm smile as yesterday. “Thank you for coming over,” she said,“She’s in her room”. Nagito nodded, freezing when she grabbed his hand and took him to the room. Her touch was so soft, noted. They got to the room, where a girl was reading a book on a desk. “Nessa?”. The girl turned around.

“Nagito is going to be here for a few hours to help you out with homework and studying. He’s really smart, so pay attention and be respectful”

“Okay, mom”

She nodded, squeezing Nagito’s shoulder before leaving. Nagito approached the girl, she took her things out. Before he could speak, she stopped him. “Please don’t call me ‘Nessa’,” she whispered,“It’s bad enough my mom does, but not you, Please”.

“Don’t worry. I wasn’t planning on referring to you at all”

“Bastard”

“Nessa”

“I guess I walked right into that one”

Nagito laughed, grabbing a chair and sitting next to her. Her work wasn’t what he expected. Is this what they’re teaching kids now? He could’ve sworn he hadn’t seen this type of stuff until he hit middle school. It wasn’t anything he couldn’t do, but damn. All in all, tutoring went well. Vanessa actually learned something today. “Good job!,” he said. “Thank you,” she smiled and hugged him,“I felt so stupid”.

“Hey, its okay not to understand things”

Her mom walked in. “Dinner’s ready”. Vanessa got up and went to the kitchen. “How’d it go?,” she asked Nagito. “Went well, she gets the math now,” he answered. She smiled, thanking him for his help and asking him to join them for dinner. He’d be foolish not to, so he accepted the invite.

Fish tacos were served tonight with rice and beans, another lemonade made. It was different than anything Nagito had ever had, but that doesn’t equate to bad. He actually enjoyed the meal. The kids sat at the main table today, much more respectful than yesterday. “Michael how was school?”. He put a thumbs up, getting back to eating. “And Adrianna?”. She looked up from her meal and shrugged. “What’s wrong?”.

“I’m tired, but class was okay”

“Oh, okay. When you’re done, just take a quick shower and get to bed”

“Thanks”

Nagito thought it was endearing. Seeing how understanding and loving she was, it was refreshing. The kids all eventually left, Nagito finishing his meal. “Did you like it?”. He looked at her, nodding. “Great! Seconds?”.

“Full again. I don’t usually eat, but your food is always so good”

“Oh, you’re just saying things...”

“No, really! Thank you”

He said his goodbyes to the family, walking back home. It was as if he was falling for this woman more and more everyday. He went to sleep, this time dreaming of her. He never dreams, but this time he dreamt she was on her knees for him. Then, nothing else. It was as if his dream teased him.

The next morning, he woke up to some knocking on the door. He looked at the time. 8:23am. He put on a pair of jeans and his shirt, walking to his door. He opened it and there she stood, wearing a black dress and red heels. He assumed she had work and needed a favor before going. “Good morning,” he said.

“Were you following me yesterday?”

Shit.

“I, uh...,” he didn’t know what to answer. He was indeed following her yesterday. He also liked her, so if he straight up said that he was to following her, it’d ruin things. His face was glowing a shade of pink to a slight red as he thought of the right answer. He was still stumbling over his words. “I think it’s kinda cute,” she added. The fuck? “Huh?”. She pushed him inside the house, closing and locking the door behind him. “When a boy follows someone around, it’s because he wants something,” she added, but her tone was so sultry,“Well, Nagito—”. She pushed him onto the couch, leaning in front of him with her hands on his chest.

“—What do you want?”

None of what was happening felt real. Nagito couldn’t find the words to express what exactly he wanted. This was the first time he’d ever been in a situation like this, it wasn’t a bad one either. He began to panic when she straddled him. “Could it be that you wanted me?,” she asked. He frantically nodded and she laughed as she locked her lips with his. He gasped against her lips, kissing back. She slowly trailed her kisses down to his neck, cupping his jaw while grinding on his lap. Nagito moaned, his shaky hands grabbing her ass. She grabbed his hands and put them away from her. “It’s cute that you’re getting this carried away”.

“I’m sorry”

“No time to apologize. Get on your knees for mommy”

Nagito was about to lose his mind when she said that, but he obeyed. Her presence was domineering as he stood on his knees against his carpeted floor. She spread her legs, noticing Nagito desperately trying to get a look. Her red heel stopped him, stepping on his head lightly. “Am I teasing you?,” she asked,“It’s okay to be honest”.

“Y-You are, but its okay. I want to be teased by you”

“You’re adorable,” she took her heel off his head,“Let’s go to your room”.

He practically ran to his bed. He sat and waited patiently. She entered the room, heading to his bed. She began to take off his shirt, admiring his frame. She then unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. He kicked them off and sat down. She sat next to him. “Give me your hands”. She held them, frowning slightly. “Boo, they’re so cold,” she teased,“I’ll warm them up for you”. Carefully, she grabbed his left hand, putting his middle and ring finger in her mouth. She licked to his fingertips, leaving him tense and speechless. She stopped and smiled at him.

“This is your first time, isn’t it?”

He nodded shyly. “Don’t be shy,” she said,“I’m going to guide you, but I’m also going to have my fun”. He gulped, nodded. She stood up and removed her dress. She wore a lacy black bra and panties. She brought his hands to her breasts, allowing him to fondle them. They were huge in his hands. “You like them, baby?”. “Y-Yes,” he muttered,“Can you, uh, take....the bra off?”. He was ashamed when asking, he felt desperate. She smiled and nodded, unhooking it and allowing the bra to fall to the ground. He gasped at the sight of her tits, grabbing them. She straddled him.

“Do you know what to do with them?”

He nodded, rubbing one and sucking the other. She moaned sweetly, grinding on his lap. He popped his mouth off them. That was when she took the opportunity to knock him onto the bed. She began to make out with him, shoving his tongue down her throat. They lay sideways. Her hand was on his neck, slightly choking him. He couldn’t resist but try to grind on her lap. She laughed. “Look at you,” she mocked,“Humping my leg like a desperate little puppy”. She didn’t let him speak, sitting up and pushing him back down. “I’m going to give you what you want,” she whispered in his ear,“Take your cock out”.

He was nervous as he did, hands shaky. She blushed a bit at his size. “It’s so big,” she said, straddling him,“I’m going to have my way with it”. “Please, do what you want to me,” he begged,“Abuse me, please”. She didn’t speak, sinking down on it. Nagito gasped, she was extremely wet. She began to bring her hips up and land straight down on it, repeatedly. She put her hands around his throat, now being rougher. Nagito gasped for air, grabbing her hands.

That was a mistake.

“Hands down,” she ordered, striking him across the face. “Sorr-”. He was slapped once again. “Only speak when you’re spoken to”. He nodded as his stomach began to cave in. His cock twitched each time she slapped him, making her moan. She leaned forward, capturing his earlobe between her teeth. He winced, his hands tangling in the sheets. He felt as though his entire body was blushing.

“You’re so sensitive there”

She teased him, kissing the skin and nibbling. His hips involuntarily snapped upward, making her whine. “You’re so desperate, baby,” she laughed,“it’s so cute”. He could feel her warmth running along his cock. He bit into his hand, trying to stop himself from cumming inside her. It worked, but she didn’t like him doing that. She grabbed his hands and kissed them.

“Don’t hurt yourself, put them right here”

She placed them on her boobs. He watched them bounce up and down, grabbing them gently. His rather large hands seemed small on her tits. He was extremely flushed. He took them off her and placed them on her hips. “Open your mouth”. He lay back more and did as he was told. She leaned forward, grabbing his jaw again as she spit into it and kissed him. He moaned when she did, his urges getting the best to him and thrusting upward. He hit her cervix every time, causing her to produce the sweetest and sluttiest of moans. Her walls tightened around him and now he was whining. “Are you gonna cum, honeybun?,” she asked.

“Y-Yes..”

“Where do you wanna cum?”

“I wanna cum...everywhere. I want it. I want it so bad. I wanna cum inside and on your tits, on your ass, y-your face..mouth. Please let me cum, mommy”

She motivated him, riding him harder. “Come on, Nagito,” she whispered,“Cum for mommy. Cum all the way inside her”. He lost his mind after that, groaning as he shot his load(s) inside her. He was still inside her as he tried catching his breath. She rubbed his chest, shushing him. “Good boy, you did so well,” she cooed,“Such a good boy.” He was covering his face, embarrassed and still hard. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?,” she asked. He shook his head, thinking,“Not rough enough”. He whined when she got off, revealing he was still erect. She noticed.

“You wanna go again, baby? Kids don’t leave school till 2:30. We have time for an extra fuck”

“C-Can I?”

“Yes, dummy”

She let Nagito choose how to fuck her. He wanted missionary, mostly because he craved intimacy and she did not disappoint. She kissed and praised him, telling him he was good. She held onto him the whole time and cuddled him afterwards. Nagito felt so special, he felt loved. “I can come over when I don’t have work,” she said,“Would you like that?”.

“I’d love that actually”

“You make me happy, Nagito. I could stay here and cuddle all day”

“I feel so lucky”

He yawned, looking at the clock. “Its 10,” he told her. She nuzzled his chest, humming. “Mmmm, let’s take a small nap,” she whispered,“Okay?”. “Okay”. He kissed the top of her head and held her to him, slowly joining her in slumber.

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[ollypopwrites]

IV. Little Lies | Biker!Mando AU

Biker!Mando x Female Reader (no y/n)

Links to part I, II and III 

Summary: Almost two months ago he had barged in and as an attempt to get a rise out of you, to get you to reveal something, he had made a comment about how beautiful you were. He hadn’t been lying then but it was easier to say something like that when it was part of the job he was sent to do. 

Wordcount: 4.1k A/N: Soon I will have a masterlist specifically for this story that will include any headcanon questions, edits and art that are associated with or inspired the story! Please don’t be afraid to come and ask questions and things like that, and again I can’t thank you all enough for your interest in it. It’s become one of my favorite stories I’ve ever written. 

Warnings: Language, threats, a tiny-tiny bit of violence.

When you arrived at the Covert, the Mandalorian standing guard just nodded at you and opened up the gate. This was your second trip this week, and you weren’t entirely sure if it was the same one from before but you were expected this time. The kids inside all moved out of the way until your car passed and then went back to running around -- screaming and laughing. 

You caught sight of Nessa who recognized your car and gave an exuberant wave in your direction before she went back to playing. You parked and made your way to Syala’s open door, knocking lightly on the door jam and entering to find Lysa sitting with some schoolwork -- her little legs were kicking as she sat in the chair. You gave her a small kiss on the head, you moved towards the kitchen to drop off some food you had picked up. 

Tycho thought you were taking trips to see some friends last week. Earlier that week he had thought you were going to meet with a couple about some arrangements for their wedding  and today he thought you were picking up rare plants. Instead you had been letting Nessa and Lysa show you the best spots around the Covert to play hide and seek, reading stories to Jido, or laughing about the old days with Syala over a glass of wine. 

The two of you were cooking together, chatting away but kept looking towards the door. 

You had run into Din a few times since that night at the bar. It was usually very late and he was just picking up Junior for the night. There had only been a little conversation between the two of you but the tone of those interactions had changed. 

Where there had been suspicion on your side was now only curiosity; seeing his face and knowing his name made him less scary and more intriguing. You noticed now that when you weren’t baring your teeth at him right off the bat, he seemed to be just a little unsure of how to handle that. 

“You don’t have Junior with you today?” you asked as casually as you could. 

“No,” Syala said, “his dad is home for a little while.”

“That must be nice, to get a little break.” You responded brightly, trying to mask the slight disappointment you felt. 

“The kid practically babysits Jido for me, I really don’t mind having him around,” she said. “You know his dad is always asking me about you,” there was a mischievous glint to her eye as she chopped up some vegetables.

“Oh -- “ you were surprised to hear that, “he’s probably just...trying to keep an eye on Tycho.”

“Trust me,” Syala said, “they don’t need you to get to Tycho.”

Thankfully Nessa ran into the kitchen for a glass of water and Syala had to break away from teasing to remind her daughter not to run in the house. Nessa was too busy gulping down as much water as she could in as little time as possible and Syala had to shift to insisting she slow down. Then there was a sudden loud commotion as a large booming voice filled the entire front room. It made you jump and Nessa grinned and bolted out of the room again. 

“Come on...one more!” 

You followed Syala to the front room to find the doorway almost entirely blocked by a solid figure. Not Din, but another Mandalorian; tall and broad but kneeling in front of Lysa who had abandoned her school work.  His helmet was not shiny like Din’s, instead it was dark blue with some accents of a lighter teal with a darkened visor. His patches on his worn leather vest were also different, except the one on the back, and you saw “Heavy Infantry” spelled out on one of them.  

Lysa was punching at his massive hands, gloved but spread wide open, and she used all of her little might. The man showed her how to hold her fist and to dig her small pointy knuckles for maximum damage. 

“Paz, please,” Syala said with a slight laugh, “you’ve already got Nessa challenging all the older kids -- don’t give Lysa any ideas.”

“And how many times have you lost?” His head turned to ask the oldest girl.

“Only twice,” Nessa said smugly.

“Keep practicing and you will be undefeated.” 

“Paz!”

“If your mother says it's okay.” He added quickly. 

It was too late. You could tell from the smile on Nessa’s face she was ready to wrestle every kid her size and beyond until she was some kind of champion amongst them. You had to laugh at the way the Mandalorian, Paz, seemed to sheepishly get to his feet at Syala’s pointed look. His attention turned towards you and you offered him a small smile and a little wave. 

“You must be the sister-in-law.”

You nodded before properly introducing yourself, holding out a hand to shake. He didn’t even look at it, just left you standing there foolishly with a hand out.

“I saw you came two days ago, and now you’re here again.” His tone was not welcoming, and outright combative. Even that simple sentence sounded like some kind of accusation.

“Is that a problem?” you asked with a forced politeness and a tight smile. 

Part of you was still scared of the Mandos, especially being greeted by this one with so much hostility. But you had not learned your lesson apparently, and were ready to go toe to toe with yet another Mandalorian if it came down to it. Syala sensed this immediately.

“Obviously not,” Syala cut in, her tone even, “since I invited you here, right, Paz?” 

All he gave in response to that was an almost inaudible grunt. 

The kids were still around but you guessed that if they weren’t he would have some choice words to say to you -- and the only reason you could think of that would make him so unwelcoming was your brother. But Tycho was also the kids’ father, and whatever manners this Mando had seemed to keep him from bringing him up around the little ones.

Feeling the tense air between all the adults in the room, Nessa blurted out, “auntie! You haven’t checked on our plants yet!”

“You’re right,” you said before looking away from the Mandalorian. You turned to her, “why don’t you two show me?”

Nessa and Lysa quickly exited the room, suspecting some ‘grown up talk’ was going to happen and dragged you along with them. You barely made it out of the room before the burly Mandalorian began speaking in a hushed tone to Syala.  

Nessa and Lysa had found a great spot in their shared room on the windowsill for their new plants. They got more than enough light and had a small tray underneath to catch any excess water. You inspected the plants and they seemed to be doing just fine, if not a tad bit overwatered. You gave the two girls all the best tips you could -- writing them down on a piece of paper so they could refer back to it. 

“When they grow a little more I’ll bring you some new pots to put them in,” you promised. 

“How big will they get?” Lysa asked excitedly.

“These ones can get really big if you take good care of them,” you said.

“As big as a tree?” Nessa inquired. 

“Not quite that big,” you laughed, “to get a big one like that you have to have patience and know how to keep them healthy.”

You made a bargain with the girls: if they could get the plants you had already given them to grow enough you would see about finding them some really big ones. They excitedly discussed what kinds they would want but over their conversation you heard voices get a little louder in the other room. 

You peered out of the door into the hallway and heard an argument -- two male voices. The girls were distracted so you slipped away to find not one but two Mandalorians in Syala’s living room, and it looked like they were a few moments away from brawling. 

You recognized Din easily and Syala looked to you with a slight roll of her eyes but seemed unsure of what to do. The two men were speaking in a language you didn’t understand. Din was shorter and of a smaller stature but he didn’t seem intimidated in the least, and you thought Paz might be trying to make himself even larger, if that were even possible. It was a lot of testosterone and posturing and you had no idea what sparked it but before you could even think to ask there was a sudden weight on your leg. 

Leaning against your shin and grabbing at the fabric of your pants was Junior, big brown eyes turned up to you inquisitively. 

“Hi,” you said, kneeling down to be at a better level. “Do you know what this is all about, little one?”

He babbled at you and his face brightened with a huge smile. 

“Yeah, me neither.” 

Paz murmured something under his breath which made Din curse and then there was the short sound of scuffling before Syala shouted.

“Okay, out -- not around the kids,” she insisted. 

When you looked up from Junior, Din had Paz’s leather vest gripped in his gloved hands and Paz was holding on to the edge of Din’s helmet like he was going to pull it off. 

“Sy -- “ Paz began in protest.

“Out.” She cut him off, “we’ll talk later.” 

Paz stormed out after that and Din looked back to Syala. “I apologize.” 

“It’s fine,” she waved him away with a sigh. 

“I’ll be right back for the kid,” he said and then followed after Paz.

“What was all that about?” You asked once he had gone. 

“It’s…” Syala trailed off, “it’s nothing. Those two butt heads a lot, this is pretty normal.” 

“Oh,” you nodded, “okay.” 

“I guess I do have Junior tonight,” Syala said in a happy tone, obviously trying to change the subject, “let’s see if Jido is awake from his nap for a little play date.” 

Din followed after Paz’s large strides towards the warehouse where the bikes were parked. Luckily not many others were in there and the kids outside were all too busy yelling and playing to pay attention to them. Paz was climbing onto his bike, getting ready to take a ride and cool off. Din approached before he could turn the key and placed his hand over it to keep him from doing so. Paz tried to pull his hand off but he stubbornly held on. 

“If you threaten her again -- “ Din started.

“How can you trust her when she lied to your face,” Paz growled. “She chooses to protect the di’kut. And you welcome her within our gates? In Syala’s home?”

“She is her family -- Syala asked that she be welcomed here,” Din said. 

“Then make her useful, send her back with a message for that -- “

“Our message was made clear,” Din retorted. “We push too hard and he’ll scatter again. That’ll make things worse for Syala!”

Paz didn’t respond so Din pulled his hand away and stepped aside so he could leave if he wanted to. His point was made, and any further arguing about it would be talking in circles. Din waited for Paz to retort or to challenge him again. He was ready.

 Instead the other Mandalorian spoke. “Is there something between you two?”

Din paused, thinking of you and how you had smiled at him at the bar. “What?”

“Syala,” Paz snapped. “Are you and her  --” 

“No,” Din interjected before he could finish. “She’s burc’ya and so is the sister-in-law.” There was a heavy moment, “she isn’t a threat.”

Paz nodded his head once. Irritation still radiated off of him, but he had nothing to say. 

Satisfied, Din turned and started making his way back when he heard the bike start up. He couldn’t zoom out of the compound because of all the kids but once the gates opened up, Din heard the pipes as he tore off down the highway. 

When he made it back to the house you were seated on the floor with both Jido and Junior, the younger boy was learning to get his feet underneath him while watching Junior as an example. Junior’s little hand gripped one of yours tight and Jido was using your free arm for leverage to try and pull himself up. 

Syala came out again seeing him, “how’s your shoulder?” 

“It’s fine,” he nodded. “The healer says I should give it another week.”

“Were you hurt?” You asked looking up at him. 

“It was nothing.”

“He was stabbed,” Syala retorted. 

“Not very deeply,” Din said back. “Didn’t hit anything.” 

“Oh,” was all you could say in response. Junior toppled over while trying to climb onto your lap and you caught him with one arm saying, “whoops! Careful, buddy.” 

Syala laughed and then turned to Din. “Go get changed and join us for dinner, it’ll be done soon.”

“You don’t have to --”

“Go. Bathroom is empty, you can take all that off.”

He silently walked away and you waited until the door was closed to whisper to Syala.

“I saw him without the helmet the other day,” you told her, and when she gave you an interested look you said, “I’ll explain later -- why does he have to hide away to take it off?”

“Rules.” Syala shrugged. “Can’t wear the vest without the helmet on, can’t be seen taking it all off.”

“Why?”

“You’ll have to ask him.” She said, “watch them while I set the table, will you?”

“Sure.”

It was only a few moments later and Din returned, vest and helmet removed. He stood in the middle of the room looking uncertain of what to do now that he was helmetless.

“I’m sure Syala won’t mind if you sit somewhere,” you said with a teasing smile.

He cleared his throat and moved towards the couch, setting his things on one side and sitting on the other. You decided not to tease him any further, instead just shooting him a smile before turning back to the boys who were essentially using you as a jungle gym. 

You felt Junior putting one of your fingers in his mouth, and you delicately tried to pull away but before you could he chomped down, a few little teeth digging into your skin. It didn’t hurt much, but the surprise was enough to make you yelp. 

“Hey,” Din was quickly off the couch to kneel next to you. He scooped Junior up swiftly, grunting a little at the movement on his injured shoulder. “We talked about that, no biting.”  He looked at you, “sorry.”

“That’s okay,” you said, inspecting your finger. There were little indents of  tiny teeth and it was covered in baby drool but otherwise it was fine. To his credit, Junior was looking a little watery eyed, maybe due to the loud noise you had made and Din running over to grab him so abruptly. “You’ve got some mean little chompers, bud,” you reached out to run a finger over the soft skin of his cheek. 

“One of these days someone is gonna bite him back,” Din grumbled, “and then what will you do, ad’ika, hm?” He spoke the last part to Junior.

“What does that mean?” you asked.

Din looked at you again, that same uncertainty seeming to rise up again. “It’s a term of endearment for children.”

You smiled and then turned your attention back to Jido. “Is everything okay? I thought you were going to brawl it out here in the house.”

His expression tightened a little bit. “It’s fine.”

“He… doesn’t want me here, does he? Because of Tycho.” You said.

Din wasn’t looking at you anymore, he was watching Junior with a slightly furrowed brow. “He doesn’t trust you.”

There wasn’t much you could say to that except, “he’s never met me.”

“No,” Din said seriously. “But ... “ he heaved a sigh and then looked over his shoulder, making sure Syala wasn’t coming, “Tycho’s been involved with some dangerous people. He’s just looking out for her and the kids.”

You nodded, wanting to ask about who exactly your brother had been associating with, but Syala called everyone to dinner. 

You didn’t get up right away and Din was looking at you now, “should I stop coming around?”

“No,” Din said quickly. Too quickly. He felt his insides churn at how intensely he had said it. “He won’t bother you again.” There was a pause, “Syala likes when you visit.”

You nodded and opened your mouth to speak again but --

“Guys,” Syala said, more insistently, and breaking through a tension you hadn’t really realized was there until she interrupted,  “come on, before it gets cold.”

There was a lot more to ask him, but right now wasn’t the time.

You got to sleep in the next day, and when you finally made your way down into the store Tycho was helping a customer carry a couple large ficuses into his car. Sitting behind the counter you started going over the earnings for the week, wondering how much to give to Tycho. All of it was going towards the child-support, but it was technically his earnings for the week. He had worked hard for it. Things were lean for the month, but the extra sales you had made from hopping around with the cart were keeping you above water for now and the amount you gave him at least would cover this month and begin to chip away at what he owed.

As you sorted through the finances you wondered about what Din had told you and what Tycho had not. What dangerous people had he been working with? You knew he had gotten into some small time trouble, but the way that Mandalorian, Paz, had acted made you concerned that there was something far worse going on. 

It felt like you had no idea who your brother really was. But no matter how badly you wanted to confront Tycho, it would cause too many problems. He couldn’t know you were going to visit his family.

You sent him off a little later with some cash to transfer his payment to Syala and to pick up lunch for the two of you. Unable to stop thinking about what the hell was going on you moved to rearrange some displays in the windows. The store was empty and you had been meaning to do it, might as well keep yourself busy. 

You were in the middle of a new arrangement when the bells above the door jingled to signal an entrance. Turning with a chipper greeting, you saw that in the doorway was none other than your Mandalorian friend. 

Helmetless and with Junior hoisted onto his hip, his hair was a little more tame, cut a little shorter and his face only had a hint of scruff to it. Wearing a brown jacket and some dark jeans, you couldn’t help but think that he looked good. Cleaned up and less disheveled than he had been last time you saw him.

“What are you two doing out here?” you said with a smile and came towards them.

“We were in town and you -- uh, you said I should come in and say hello,” Din offered, just a little bashful.

“Yeah,” you laughed a little, “I did.” There was an almost uncomfortable pause as neither of you spoke and so you cleared your throat, “what are you two up to today?” 

“The place down the street makes his favorite bone broth,” Din told you and now that you looked Junior had a sippy cup full of it. That was… strange but the kid seemed more than happy with it so you didn’t make a comment. “And the Razor Crest is in the shop.” 

“The Razor Crest?” You asked.

“The bike.”

“You named the bike?”

“Yes,” he said dryly. 

“That’s...that’s adorable, honestly,” you teased with a laugh.

He gave a small scoffing laugh in response and looked around the store. “Where is your brother?”

Your smile fell a little. “He’s on his lunch break,” you said, “is that why you’re here?” 

His gaze came back to you then and you watched his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed before saying, “no.” He opened his mouth to say something but Junior was now wiggling to get out of his grasp and reach for a vine of ivy. “Don’t touch,” he said gently.

“He’s just curious,” you said and reached out to rub a thumb over one of the leaves, “he can touch.”

Following your example he touched the leaves but didn’t pull. The next few minutes were spent showing them around the shop so Junior could touch the plants or smell a flower. Din was quiet, unsure of what to say. Almost two months ago he had barged in and as an attempt to get a rise out of you, to get you to reveal something, he had made a comment about how beautiful you were. He hadn’t been lying then but it was easier to say something like that when it was part of the job he was sent to do. 

Now that you were here quietly leading a conversation with Junior and not snapping at him he almost wasn’t sure how he had found the courage to say it before. You were just as beautiful, maybe more so with such a warm and open smile on your face for the kid -- he just knew how to handle aggression better and this was...soft.

You lifted a light purple flower up to Din’s nose to smell. He looked at you like you had grown another head, and you were obviously trying to hold back a smile. “It’s a flower, smelling it is not gonna kill you.”

He leaned in a little, it smelled fresh and delicate. 

“And?”

“It’s...nice.”

Pulling it away you pressed it towards Junior who pressed his face all the way into it, which made you laugh before wiping his face off gently. 

The door opened and in strolled Tycho yelling your name, bags of food in hand for you both. You felt yourself tense up a little and could see from the way Din’s shoulders lifted that he also was on alert. Din was uncertain how much you had told your brother, but he was about to find out.

 Tycho turned and took in the scene and smiled brightly, blissfully unaware of the reality of the situation. Before him stood his tracker, smelling flowers and holding a baby, and Tycho had no way of knowing that.  Somehow, though, you were scared that he would know somehow and waited with held breath for the shoe to drop. 

“Sorry, sir,” Tycho said in his best customer service voice, “didn’t realize we had a customer.”

You released the air from your lungs gently and looked to Din, who simply raised an eyebrow at you. 

“It’s fine,” Din said. “We should get going anyway.” 

“Oh, yeah,” you nodded, “of course, I’ll um… I’ll see you both another time.” 

Din turned with Junior, the baby still holding a plucked gardenia in his tiny hand. The bells jingled as he left and when he passed by you in the window there was a hint of a smile when he looked at you. Your stomach suddenly had a fluttery feeling, and your heartbeat seemed to stand out to you suddenly. 

Your brother called your name, frowning as he asked, “who was that?”

You suddenly felt like you couldn’t think. Flustered before and now worried, you knew there was some unspoken agreement. Tycho couldn’t know who Din was. But what excuse could you give him? Another lie?

“He’s the guy I met, the one who gave me a ride home from the bar,” you said quickly. 

“You didn’t say he had a kid,” Tycho replied, “is he married?”

“I don’t think so,” you said, coming up to grab your lunch. 

Tycho gave you a serious look. “Don’t take rides from strangers anymore, I mean it.”

You looked at him, eyebrows raised. “Don’t tell me what to do, Tycho. He’s fine. He’s actually nice. And you were the one who fell asleep when you were supposed to pick me up, so don’t tell me who I should be getting rides from.”

“Okay, okay,” he held up his hands in surrender, and thankfully dropped the subject. 

You weren’t sure how long you could keep all these secrets from him, but if it meant Din could come around without the helmet more often...you were willing to keep it to yourself for a little longer. 

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Raihan, hm? How about a Drabble of Raihan and a crush that has an altaria that mega evolves??? And he's like, j e a l o u s

Yesss FINALLY my time to write for raihan has come!! Also, to be honest, I haven’t finished any of the games or watched the show that actually HAS mega evolution in it (YET) so I did a teensy bit of research and hopefully I’m getting all this right lmao

(also I just wanna say that this was the perfect request UwU so thank you! Specific enough that I had something to go off of, but it left plenty of room for creativity, it was so fun to write!)

???? And I can’t remember if the actual battle against Raihan is in the Vault?? Or just the gym mission thingy? Forgive me 

Mega Crush, Raihan x Reader

    Raihan was confused from the moment you set foot into his gym. Well, long before that actually. There had been talk amongst all the gym leaders that there was a particularly strong challenger battling their way through the league. Milo had confirmed this, adding in the details that you were from a far away region and you were older than the typical preteen gym challengers. Nessa learned that you didn’t Dynamax your pokemon, which Piers was over the moon about, he couldn’t wait for your battle. And Kabu had told Raihan about your beautiful, strong Altaria. 

    As soon as he heard that, Raihan was weak in the knees. He could not WAIT to battle you. He had never seen an Altaria in person. So soon after your victory against Kabu, Raihan spent his free time loitering around Hammerlocke, hoping to find you as you passed through on your way to Stow-On-Side. Just to his luck, he did just that. He had watched recordings of your battles with the previous gym leaders after they told him about your Altaria. And he had watched you blow through the battles with ease. You didn’t even need to use your dragon type pokemon in the first two battles. Through this, Raihan was able to recognize you as you cleared the long staircase leading into his city. He followed after you, conveniently ‘bumping into you’ as you were headed into the pokemon center. 

    “Hey, you’re Y/N?, right?” the gym leader asked, grabbing your attention from the mid-day bustle of the city. 

    “Hm?” You turned to look at who had called your name. It couldn’t possibly have been Raihan. You weren’t from Galar, so you didn’t know him as well as the other gym challengers, but you could definitely put name to face, and you knew the status and fame he held in the region. 

    “I’m Raihan!” He greeted, sticking out his hand for you to shake and flashing you an award winning smile. 

    “Uh, yeah. I know. I’m surprised you know who I am?” You said curiously. He had to admit, Raihan’s heart sank a little when he found out you knew who he was. He was hoping he could just meet someone who would get to know him as Raihan, not The Great Raihan, or Gym Leader Raihan, or Dragon Tamer Raihan. Don’t be mistaken, Raihan loved the fame, and adored his fan base, but it’d be nice for someone, especially if they were as cute as you, to have no previous opinion of him. 

    “I saw your match with Kabu! That Altaria is sick!” Raihan’s heart skipped a beat as he saw your face light up. “You know, all the gym leaders are saying you’re the trainer to watch out for. Might even light a fire up under Leon one of these days.” 

    “Oh, for real? Well, I’m flattered then,” you could feel your face flushing red. “I gotta get some of my pokemon into the center, though. You coming?” 

    “Oh, yeah, that’s where I was headed. The whole reason I ran into you,” Raihan laughed, nervously, it starting to dawn on him that this whole situation might come off as slightly… creepy. He was just doing his duty as a gym leader right? Keeping up with all the strong challengers who have a chance at the championship. You walked up to the counter, handing over your pokeballs to Nurse Joy for treatment. 

    “Can I buy you something to drink while we’re here?” Raihan asked you, following you over to a small table and set of chairs. “Maybe some fresh water or lemonade? I take it you just got in from training hard in the Wild Area?”

    “You don’t have to do that. But yeah, it’s a good place to train up! There’s nothing like it back home. Weren’t you here to heal your pokemon too?”

    “Oh! You’re right. I’ll just go, uh, do that then.” That was a big, fat lie. Raihan’s pokemon were perfectly fine and he knew it. In fact he had only left the house with his Duraludon. But Raihan was in too deep now. So he awkwardly shuffled over to the counter, greeting Nurse Joy and handing over his sole pokeball. 

    He stopped by the cafe to get two lemonades before plopping down opposite of you. Within seconds, Nurse Joy came back over with a tray, delivering your healed pokemon to you. She handed Raihan his one pokeball, a confused look on her face.

    “Raihan, your Duraludon was just fine, there was no need for it to be healed.”

    His face turned red, he looked over at you, a questioning look on your face along with a slight smirk. “Oh, uh, really?” He chuckled. “My mistake!” He gave Nurse Joy an innocent smile, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. When Nurse Joy left, he turned back to you. 

    “What’s that all about? Everything okay, Raihan?” You sipped your lemonade, watching him from over the top of your glass. 

    “Yeah, it’s nothing. I’m just really looking forward to our battle!” Except nothing was okay. Raihan had just made a complete and utter fool out of himself, and the way you said his name might just send him into cardiac arrest. He wished Nurse Joy would have just played along. 

    “Oh.” It seems like he took you by surprise. “I’m looking forward to it too. I’m sure you’ll be quite the match.”

    “I’m sure I will be, princess,” Raihan smirked, his confidence slowly coming back.

    The next time you saw Raihan it was at Stow-On-Side Gym. You weren’t even sure it was him. You caught one quick glimpse of a very, very tall man in the commentator’s booth during your battle. Of course, you were secretly hoping it was him, coming to watch your battles. But your logical side knew he was busy, and besides, would he really be that interested anyway?

    You flew through the Stow-On-Side Gym with ease, passed Opal’s tests with flying colors, Circhester started to slow you down a bit, until finally you reached Spikemuth. You had heard Piers didn’t Dynamax his pokemon. You were a bit disappointed, actually. You respected his traditional ways, of course, but you were hoping for an opponent whose strength called for the trick you had been hiding in your sleeve all this time. Your Altaria’s Mega Evolution. 

    You were confident you saw Raihan’s signature hoodie and bright orange headband sticking out of the crowd in Spikemuth like a sore thumb. Was he really coming to watch you battle?

So when you found yourself walking into the Hammerlocke City Gym, Raihan was eager to get to know more about you. What better way to do that than through the long anticipated battle? The media had picked up on you too, anxiously awaiting for the day you faced off against Raihan. As one of the few remaining challengers, you’d be surprised if all of Galar wasn’t familiar with your name by now. 

Raihan’s team was no laughing matter. He had managed to get you down to only one pokemon, your Altaria. But luckily you had done the same and you were facing off against his Duraludon. The gym leader certainly knew how to manipulate the weather, and his unique double battle style had helped him gain the advantage. 

You smirked, knowing you had finally found what you wanted. Mega Evolving your Altaria took a lot of effort, and wore it out, just like Dynamaxing, so you saved it for when it really counted. You had seen Raihan eyeing the Mega Bracelet that hung on your wrist, and you wondered if he recognized it. He had to, right? He was a gym leader after all, but then again the entire Galar region was hyper fixated on the Dynamax phenomenon. 

You watched as Raihan called his Duraludon back, preparing to Gigantamax it. You knew this would be a tough match up. Your Altaria transforms into a dragon and fairy type during mega evolution, so Raihan’s dragon type moves would do nothing. Mega Altaria would be weak to steel type moves, however. You had spent extra time training your Altaria’s speed. You knew that in order to win this match, you’d have to be able to dodge some powerful blows. 

Raihan had never been this exhilarated in his life. Pokemon battles were when he really came to life. He loved the atmosphere in the stadium, the thousands of fans yelling his name, the raw energy pouring from his Gigantamaxed Duraludon. He was so curious to see how this would play out. He had gone to watch every one of your matches after he met you, and you had yet to dynamax your altaria, or any of your pokemon for that matter. At the beginning of the match he saw something glint on your wrist. Not a dynamax band, definitely not, could it be a Mega Bracelet? Soon all his questions would be answered. 

“Ready, princess?” he asked, just loud enough for you alone to hear over the stadium, a wild smile on his face as his Gigantamaxed Duraludon loomed behind him, dwarfing your Altaria. 

The entire stadium fell silent as you Mega Evolved your Altaria. This was a very, very rare occurrence in the Galar region. Most of the spectators were witnessing this for the first time. Raihan was among them. 

The color drained from his face. A MEGA ALTARIA? He knew your Altaria’s flying type moves would barely harm his Duraludon, but this was something very unexpected. He had learned somewhere that some pokemon switch types when they Mega Evolve. What type your Altaria switched to was a mystery. 

Raihan quickly gained his composure, even though his heart was beating a million times a minute. You were ogling at the crowd, flattered by their insane interest in your pokemon, and Mega Altaria seemed to be enjoying it too. Your opponent took this chance to fire off his first shot, Max Wyrmwind, a dragon type move. He stood there stunned as Altaria remained unaffected.

Unfortunately, neither dragon nor fairy moves would work great against Duraludon’s steel and dragon type, but you did your research. You had been helping your Altaria perfect it’s Fire Blast over the last week. You were surprised to learn that Altaria could learn the fire type move when you found the TM in a dusty old shop in Motostoke, but glad it could come in handy. Steel types were hard to beat. 

Mega Altaria immediately retaliated with Fire Blast, and you could tell how effective it was against Duraludon. Raihan looked even more shocked as he gritted his teeth, dug in his heels, and told Duraludon to use Max Steelspike. Your Altaria just barely missed the hit, moving out of range before you even began to shout. 

“Great dodge! You can do this!” You cheered on your Altaria. It seemed like it was your lucky day, because one more powerful Fire Blast fainted Duraludon, sending it shrinking down to normal size, and back into Raihan’s pokeball. 

You met the gym leader in the middle of the pitch where he gave you a hearty handshake. “Well met, Y/N! What a stunning battle. It seems I might have gotten a bit too cocky with my team, huh? And who knew, that was Mega Evolution, wasn’t it?”

“It was! You definitely presented quite the challenge, I just had to do some special training before I came.”

“Well, congratulations, princess. You beat the Great Raihan,” He handed you the Dragon Badge, a huge smirk on his face. “You get the honor of going through the Finals now! I’ll be looking forward to our next battle, facing off for the chance to take down Leon. Though I s’pose I’ll have to find a way to beat that Altaria, huh?” You thanked Raihan before being ushered off the pitch, a few reporters waiting to greet you and ask about the battle. 

After all the chaos subsided, you were surprised to see Raihan jogging over to you as you left the gym. “I thought you might want this,” Raihan gave you the dragon type TM, as well as the dragon type gym uniform. “I just wanted to say, that Mega Altaria is super cool! Way cooler than I wanted to admit out on the pitch,” He chuckled, nervously. 

“What, is the Great Raihan scared of looking like a total nerd in front of his fans?” you teased.

“Oh, shut up. It just wasn’t a good time. Besides, I’m getting to talk to you again now, aren’t I? How about I take you out to dinner to celebrate your victory?” Raihan winked, taking your hand to lead you to his favorite restaurant.

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[yaya-does-things]

Raihan x reader: Wonderful

Oh geez. Here we go. So like this is my first fanfic on here? I’m just vibing with Pokemon right now and Raihan is my man, soooooo yeah, hope this is entertaining enough oop

Word count: 5053

Warnings: just some suggestiveness???

Warm rays of sunlight flowed into the bedroom from a single window, hitting the dresser with a glow of yellow. The crystal bottles filled with fragranced liquids lining the countertop shone pastel blues and yellows, reflecting those colors through them onto the wall. The rest of the room wasn’t as bright, the small desk and chair still basking in the darkness in the corner. The bed radiated only a slight amount of the light, only the bottom edges filled with its warmth. 

Perhaps this was a reason for the sudden stirring from underneath the blue sheets of the bed. The slight warmth could be felt on their toes, legs shifting to be tucked closer to their cool form. Their torso flipping from one side to the other, arms moving above their head to be tucked under a plush pillow. It wasn’t until the shift of their face from the darkness to the rising light that their features also moved. A bat of their lashes. A twitch of their nose. The move of a hand to run through the messy tresses of their hair would let tired eyes open. A blink or two, then closed again with a scrunch of exhausted annoyance. Their torso moved again, shifting to the darker side, hoping to fall asleep once more. 

A few moments. A sigh. Then, the dark eyes of the girl lying on the bed opened. She rubbed at her face, moving her hair from her eyes as they started to focus. She was facing a wall, her eyebrows furrowing at this knowledge. She quickly sat up, instantly regretting her decision as soon as a pounding headache came flooding into her skull. She flung her hand to her forehead with eyes squeezed shut. The pain was unbearable, but the unfamiliarity she possessed was her priority. She slowly opened an eye. Then the other. Her hand was still in place, the pounding in her head not easing in the slightest. She looked around the room. Slowly. Nervously. She saw a grey dresser sitting near the bed, the light streaming in from the window across from it, allowing the dresser to bask in its brightness. She looked across from her, noting the posters and picture frames lining the wall. The glare from the light made the glass frames impossible to see through. She noted the desk with papers scattered across it. Then to the chair, tucked neatly into the desk, and yet, saw something that made her head ache much more than it already did. A bright red bra hung from the edge of the chair. 

Her bright red bra. 

The one she had been wearing the night before.

Then the fuzziness in her head cleared up for a moment as it finally dawned on her. 

“Oh no.”

With a swift snap of her head to the right, disregarding the pain in her skull, she finally acknowledged the figure soundly sleeping beside her. The blue bed sheet was draped up to his chin, his dark face looking peaceful with his eyes shut. To be frank, she found him beautiful. 

But that didn’t change anything. 

She had slept with him. 

Of course she couldn’t remember the previous evenings events. She must have been drunk out of her mind. Which brought her to the conclusion of the unceasing headache. She groaned, rather loudly, and quickly covered her mouth. She looked over to the sleeping man beside her, hoping her sound was not loud enough to cause him to stir. She waited for at least a minute. After what felt like eternity, she decided he would not wake up, and sighed in relief. She stared at him for a while longer, wondering how in the world she could have ended up in this position. 

How did they meet?

Why could she have agreed to be taken home?

Was he at least good?

Her mind yearned for answers, but the pounding did not help as she searched for any possible memory of the night before. Then a decision was made. She needed to leave. 

She unwrapped herself from the, quite honestly, soft covers, her naked form disgusting her as she carefully moved a leg over the edge of the bed. The other soon followed, and slowly, she slid herself off of the bed. 

Now. For the harder part. How to find her clothes as quickly and quietly as possible. 

She headed straight to where she saw her bra, swiftly grabbing it from its hanging position and fastening it to her body. She looked to the rest of the room, noting the mess it was in. A pair of socks near her foot. A black shirt on the dresser. Blue boxers with small dragons on them lying near the foot of the bed. Then she noted her own pair of underwear, seeming to have been thrown on the lamp shade without a care. The only problem, it was right near the man on the bed, who she quite honestly did not want to wake at all. 

She slowly tiptoed over, feeling as if each step was getting louder and louder the closer she approached. She stopped once she was right near him. She reached for her important article of clothing, carefully sliding it off without making a sound. She deemed herself successful when it was in hand, but forgot the small detail of the man beside her. He flipped his body to face where she was standing, her half naked self still presented in all of its glory. She released a small yelp from her mouth and quickly threw a hand over her lips in horrified surprise. She glanced down at him, seeing that he was still, in fact, asleep. Yet another sigh of relief was released as her hand slid down to her chest. And here, she could get a good look at the stranger. 

He was what anyone would call the embodiment of “tall, dark, and handsome.” From what she could see from the parts of him that wasn’t covered with the blanket, he was fine as hell. A toned chest, arms that definitely showed his muscles, and the sharpest jawline she could ask for. His hair was long, but tamed, simply pulled back into a bun where an undercut was also visible. She noticed the small hole on each earlobe, noting the fact that he most likely wore earrings.  

To say the least, she had no idea why she would run away from such a fine specimen. He was an ideal man that she would love to wake up to every morning. How she ended up tangled with him was a puzzle she still needed to piece together, but seeing him sleeping so peacefully made her think over her decision of leaving.

Perhaps staying wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe something could start between the two of them. Maybe, if she slid back into bed with him and he woke up, something could spark up. Obviously, it would start as an awkward encounter, but perhaps it could lead to something. Something real. 

She stared for a few moments longer, a hand subconsciously reaching out to stroke the side of his face. Her index finger was only a few inches from his cheek when she retracted it. She sighed. She knew better than that. Knew better to not expect anything to come from this. They both were most likely too drunk to know what they were doing. They were strangers anyway. She didn’t even know his name. So how then could she stay? No. That’s why she knew she made the right decision. She had to leave before anything she didn’t want to encounter would jump out at her. 

So, she quickly found the rest of her articles of clothing, each one seeming to be in a different room of the apartment. Her bag was thankfully hanging on a hook on the wall near the front door, all of her belongings thankfully accounted for. She slipped on her heels, opened the front door, and exited the apartment, leaving without a second glance. 

~~~

Arriving home was the easy part, but entering… Now that would be hard. As a person who lived with a roommate, she would not be let off easy for staying at someone else's home. She didn’t want nor need her roommate to ask stupid questions, especially not while her brain was still a painful mess. But, once that front door was opened, dread already entered her system. She entered slowly, poking her head in first, then swung the door open to let herself in. She felt slightly better as she saw no sign of her roommate. Kicking off her painful heels, and placing her purse on the kitchen table, she smiled to herself in triumph in avoiding her roommate. 

“What’chu smiling about?” 

She jumped in shock, finding her roommate leaning against the stove with a coffee cup near her lips. An eyebrow was raised as well, waiting for an answer. 

“Noth-nothing. I’m not smiling. Why would I--” A groan left her lips as a wave of pain re-entered her head. She raised a hand to rub at her forehead. Her eyes were squeezed shut. An annoyed sigh could be heard from her roommate. Then footsteps, a sound of a cabinet opening. Objects being moved around, and then the closing of the cabinet.

“Here.” She was handed a pill as she reopened her eyes, her roommate filling up a glass of water to also give her. She flushed down the pill gladly, hoping her headache could ease up with its help. “Geez (nickname), you really need to take care of yourself.” Her roommate sighed as she passed her to sit in the living room. (Nickname) followed, her water in hand.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, I know.” She sat across from her roommate, looking down into the glass. 

“So. Are you gonna tell me or not?”

(Nickname) looked up to her roommate, who gave the same questioning look as before. 

“Well, I mean, I would Ness, but….”

“But what?”

(Nickname) gulped.

“I don’t really know what happened myself.”

Ness shook her head in disbelief.

“Are you being serious right now (Name)? You got so drunk that you can’t even remember? I looked for you like crazy. I called you I don’t even know how many times. I worried about you, and now you’re telling me you can’t even remember where you went?”

(Name) looked back down at her glass, feeling ashamed, but allowing herself to start to get upset as well. 

“You didn’t need to worry about me Nessa! I’m a big girl! I can make my own decisions, okay? And…” a snippet of the events from the night before flashed in her head, “and it’s not like you even cared about me when we were out!”

“Excuse me?”

“You were doing your own thing! You left me alone to dance, especially when you know I wasn’t in the mood to be there last night! So of course, I had a few drinks, and-and when that-that guy, when he offered me another drink, I couldn’t say no!”

“Yes you could’ve!”

“No! I really could not have.”

“And why not?!”

(Name) paused. She remembered the beautiful sleeping face of the man from earlier, then regained a blur of him from the night before. 

“Because... He was the most attractive person I’d ever seen.”

She turned, her face filled with a look of wonder. The image of him was returning from last night. She recalled his smile being rather charming. And how his eyes contrasted his dark skin in the prettiest hue of aquamarine. And how his outfit accentuated his lean figure, giving off a sophisticated look that also left room for the imagination of what could be underneath. She remembered sitting alone at the bar, a hand holding her chin as the other circled the brim of her martini glass. He had politely asked if the seat beside her was taken, waiting before she nodded to sit. She had sat quietly for some time before he turned to her and asked if she would like another drink. Turning her head to him in confusion and blinking twice with large eyes, she responded with a rather awkward yes, receiving a chuckle from him. Showing his lovely smile.

With this short glimpse, she looked back to Nessa, who was leaning forward and looking at (name) as if she was trying her hardest to imagine what she was thinking. (Name)looked up at the ceiling, then back to her roommate, all the while opening and closing her mouth several times before she finally spoke. 

“I’d never seen him before. We’ve been out so many times, that usually there is always the same type of uninteresting guys,” her eyes moved back to her glass, “But… he was different. He had this weird vibe. I noticed him when he first walked in, and just brushed him off, thinking he was definitely way out of my league. I mean, come on. Did you see him?”

(Name) returned to look at Nessa, who shook her head in response.

“No? Oh… well that’s beside the point. The point is, he looked like he was just another one of those arrogant assholes that always walk in a bar. The ones that are hoping to find some random dumbass chick who’ll be too ditzy to realize all they want is to get in your pants. But, that wasn’t how he was. You know what I mean?”

Another shake of the head.  

Then an annoyed sigh from the hopeful party. 

“He was different is what I mean. He didn’t just take the seat next to me like any other guy who didn’t want to pay me any mind. He was polite. He asked me. He waited for a response. And I was listening to his conversation with his friend,” -- Nessa shook her head in disapproval -- “and he didn’t sound like such a jerk. In fact, it seemed like he was uninterested in being there in general. Most guys are there to check out girls and to get slammed! But, he just sat there, sipping his drink. And then, he turned to me.”

She tucked her legs beside her, a slight smile playing on her lips as she traced the rim of her glass. She continued.

“He looked like he was bored,” -- she chuckled-- “but he asked if I wanted a drink. And it surprised me. And I guess my reaction was funny because I mean, he laughed. And, may I say, it was the nicest laugh I’ve ever heard.”

Nessa smiled at this with a shake of her head. She put her hand out in a stop motion.

“How is that even possible?”

“What?”

“It being ‘the nicest laugh you’ve ever heard’?”

(Name) covered her face from slight embarrassment. She laughed again.

“I don’t know!” she said, her voice becoming noticeably higher. She bit her lip. “It… It just was!”

“Okay, okay,” Nessa laughed. “Continue.”

“Okay. So… hmm,” she pressed her lips together in thought, trying her hardest to remember what happened after that. “Well, I mean, it’s obvious I got a drink. And…”

She looked to Nessa, her memory returning in slow glimpses.

“I remember him being incredibly sweet. We just sat there and talked for a while. I can’t remember what about… but I do remember him being rather funny, and frankly, I don’t think any guy made me laugh as much as he did.”

She smiled brightly, but was slowly replaced by a frown. 

“And then, his friend insisted on leaving, saying something about being pretty tired. He did look extremely out of it, but it seemed like the guy I was with didn’t want to go… and I didn’t want him to either. So, he excused himself and left. And there I was alone.”

(Name) stopped. She changed her attention to the outside, the curtains just open enough to see the bustling of the city. Nessa’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Then how did you end up with him?”

She slowly turned her head back to Nessa, but her eyes were still trained outside. 

“I followed him out.”

Her eyes returned to Nessa.

“How? You said he left.”

“I sat there for a few minutes, contemplating on whether I should have gone or not. He did offer to take me home.”

“And he was still outside when you left?”

“Yeah… because he was waiting too. I guess he wanted me to follow… and I did.”

“And what about his friend?”

“I guess he got him a cab.”

“So… he just took you home?”

She paused. Then hummed in confirmation. 

“Why?”

(Name) trained her eyes back to the outside, her face stoic as she absentmindedly continued to trace the rim of her glass.

“I don’t know. I was curious as to what he would do…”

Nessa’s eyes widened in horror. She opened her mouth to speak, but (name) beat her to it. She spoke quickly, just as fast as her head turned once again to Nessa.

“He took me home okay? I wanted him to. Sure, maybe I wasn’t in my right mind to make that decision, but I still went. And… he was sweet. Sure he took me home, but he made sure I was okay with everything he did…”

Then it all came flooding back. 

There was the way their return to his home was almost silent, the soft sounds of lips tracing along different places on each other's faces and necklines. There was the way they exited their way of transportation, with hands wrapped tightly around the other as if either one let go, they would magically disappear. There was the way they entered his home, lips locked in such a passion that neither had ever experienced before. There was the difficulty to stay sane, with the warmth that they both emitted calling loudly to them in hopes of exiting their clothing as soon as possible. Then, there was the softness that they experienced as they explored each other, tender touches that were placed with each word of sweet praise. And to top it all, there was not only the lovely feeling of being at the top of the world, but there was warmth and the feeling of calmness as they laid in each others arms. Even with no strings attached, and knowing they were nothing to the other, there was still the feeling of closeness, and the slight tinge of what could be a grasp of love. 

All of this was rushing into (name)’s mind, but there was no way she could express this to her friend. She realized that this was hers, and perhaps she would keep it that way. And perhaps she might never see the beautiful stranger that she spent a lovely night with again, but that would not stop her from hoping. She would never regret what she did, because if she did, she would have to live with that burnden for the rest of her life, and perhaps keeping it as something she found wonderful was the best thing she could ask for. 

“Look, it’s okay. I’ve done this before --”

“I know you’ve done this before! And you really shouldn’t!”

(Name) sighed. She looked to Nessa with a slight look of sadness.

“Yeah. I know. Don’t you think I know that? It’s just -- It’s hard. No one ever seems to care about me. I can’t ever find anyone to care. But--but this time was different! I--I know it was. He was different. Out of all the guys I’ve found myself with, he was the one who seemed like he cared the most. He was soft and only did what I was comfortable with, and he was so sweet and...” -- Nessa’s expression softened, a look of pity now etched onto her features -- “...and maybe I’m wrong! Maybe… maybe you’re right! Maybe he was just using me. Acting like he was wonderful just to get what he wanted…” she gasped, looking away as her eyes glossed over. “Oh geez. Why am I so stupid?”

Her hand flung to her face, as she started to cry. It hurt her more than anything to see that not only had she been played, but that she had always been playing herself. All the times she found herself in someone else’s bed made the feeling of loneliness grow more and more. She knew she didn’t need anyone to please her, but she wanted something. Something real. Not just something that lasted only a night. And this, this thought only made her cry even harder.

As for Nessa, the growing pity grew within her. She had no idea how to comfort her because she knew deep down that she could never understand what her friend really wanted. She could never grasp the empty feeling that lay inside her. The only way of comfort she knew was to sit beside her and let her cry. A soothing hand was placed on her shoulders, and she waited for her to calm a bit. 

“I’m sorry (nickname),” she finally mustered to say, “I know that you feel like this, but I don’t think you should worry about it too much. Don’t you remember? You’re a strong, independent girl who don’t need no man. So…” 

Her words trailed into nothingness. She knew she wouldn’t be able to say anything else that would help. Only time could tell what (name) would do next, and honestly it frightened her. She didn’t want her friend to do anything irrational. She didn’t want her to make a decision that could lead to something she didn’t want. She cared about her too much. And so, with all the love she had for her, she decided to put it upon herself to help her out. To give her someone she herself could approve of. But… who?

~~~

It had been a few weeks since that morning. A few weeks since (name) had cried over the realization of her loneliness. A few weeks since Nessa decided to take it upon herself to find someone sufficient for (name)’s needs. 

It was easy enough finding people for her, as being a gym leader led to knowing a lot of people. She had set (name) up with the leader of Turrfield, her close friend Milo. She knew his sweet nature would perhaps draw some interest out of her roommate, but with one date, it seemed she was not keen to approve. Nessa had no idea why of course but… that was because she thought she didn’t. She did, however, secretly know (name) wouldn’t settle unless she knew the guy she had spent that night with was completely gone from her life. It also didn’t help that she had no idea what his name was, or how she could find him. So, the only way to help her forget about him, was to find someone new. Someone who could give her something she wanted. 

Nessa had tried several times to no avail, setting (name) up with some of her other gym leader friends that she knew. Apparently Gordie was much too overbearing and cocky, while Piers was too shy and soft spoken. Nessa even was able to get her a date with the unbeatable champion himself, but it seemed as if she was as uninterested in him as she was in the rest. 

Nessa was bound to give up, until Leon reminded her of the other eligible gym batchelor. Even if she did remember the dragon tamer, she wasn’t sure if she was all too crazy with allowing her best friend to go out with someone like Raihan. Sure, she knew he was extremely sweet, but the feral way he battles has always rubbed her the wrong way. Sure, that’s just his style, and maybe she shouldn’t judge, but she wasn’t sure. Nonetheless, she had to try once more, at least for her friend.

“Hey (nickname), so I was thinking… maybe you can give Raihan a shot?” Nessa asked. The two were stationed in the kitchen, (name) sitting on the counter being completely unproductive while Nessa prepared dinner for the evening.

“No.”

Nessa spun quickly, probably the fastest she’s ever turned before.

“No? Why not!?”

“Because I don’t want to. I’m tired of all the people you’ve been setting me up with,” she sighed, and jumped off of the counter, “maybe I’ll just go back to the bar and drown my sorrows… and maybe make another bad decision to hook up with some rando. That always makes me feel better.”

The sarcasm was thick in her voice. It made Nessa cringe at the thought.

“Please. Don’t do that.”

(Name) waved her hand in dismissal.

“Yeah, yeah. I know. I won’t… not now at least.”

She opened the fridge, looking for nothing in particular, then closed it again.

“(Name).”

A snicker.

“I’m serious though. Give Raihan a shot. You might like him.”

“Oh like how I ‘might like’ the other guys you set me up with? Yeah no thanks.”

“(Nickname), you didn’t even give them a chance!”

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. Why should it matter?” -- she returned to her seat on the counter -- “You’re curry’s burning.”

Nessa gasped, turning back to the stove to turn it off. She shook her head then continued to speak.

“Look. If you go out with him, I promise I’ll stop. If you don’t like him then that’s the end. I’ll admit defeat, and call it the end of me helping you with your dating life. But don’t come crying to me when you find yourself in another situation that won’t lead you to something you want.”

She looked back for an answer, finding (name) picking at her fingernails.

“Fine. I’ll go.”

~~~ 

By the next day, (name) found herself sitting alone at the Hulbury Seafood Restaurant, glancing out of the glass windows at the harbor below. It was a lovely view. The sky was clear save a few clouds, and the lighthouse looked as nice as always. Even Nessa’s gym could be seen in all of its glory. The boats at doc bobbed up and down, and the quiet, uninteresting view made the staring outside rather boring. She sighed, placing her hand under her chin to hold it up. She had been waiting for a while now, and felt that this Raihan guy was probably never coming. She was just about to slide out of her seat when she heard a slightly familiar voice. 

“Mind if I sit?”

She moved her head to face the voice, and just like that her eyes grew wide and her heart began to race. She swallowed, nodded, a shy chuckle coming from the man as he sat across from her.

“Sorry, I’m so late… I just…. Um….”

He stared at her for a few moments, not knowing how to continue. There was an awkward air about them, but she finally spoke.

“S-so… you’re Raihan… right?”

“Yeah…. And you’re…. (name)?’

“Yeah…”

Another long pause. Both eyes looking elsewhere.

“Why did you leave?”

She looked back to him.

“Huh?”

“You know what I mean….”

She looked at him with her eyebrows knit together, feigning confusion just to see how he would continue. He sighed, and ran a hand across his face. He looked outside again, trying his best to hide his embarrassment.

“I-I mean, I woke up and you, well I mean you weren't there, and… gosh I’m so sorry,” he apologized with his hands covering his face. It was silent for a moment, then she let out a laugh.

“It’s… okay. It’s not your fault. I was the one --”

“But it is my fault. I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you like that. I… well I mean, I knew you were drunk but I still took you home with me and I knew I shouldn’t have, but you were just so amazing so I figured how could I not. But then I saw that you left and wondered why and then I realized you must have been so confused and --”

Another laugh. He stopped. His face was even more red than before.

“Look it’s really okay. It’s not your fault. I went along ---”

“But I insisted --”

“You did no such thing. I--”

“But I did!”

“No you did not! You left me remember? I followed you on my own accord.”

He opened his mouth again, but stopped. He looked off in thought, then his eyes widened in realization.

“Yeah but that’s because I waited for you…”

She shook her head.

“And I followed because I wanted you.”

Silence. 

They both just stared at the other. Then he spoke.

“You did?”

A nod.

He smiled.

“Y’know, you’ve been stuck in my head for I don’t know how long. I mean, when I first met you, I thought you were something, but then when we were together? You-- I--I just found you so wonderful and --”

“You did?”

“Huh? Um… yeah…”

Another pause. He looked embarrassed again.

“I thought you were too…”

“You… did?”

She hummed in response, then continued to say, “And… aha, and that’s why I went with you… because I found you so confusingly different, that I had to… um stay with you.”

“Then why did you leave?”

The initial question had returned. This time, it was easy to respond.

“Because…. I was scared. How was I supposed to know you felt the same way? That’s why--”

“That’s why you should have stayed.”

She stared at him for a moment.

“Don’t you think I wanted to? I really did. But, I mean, how was I supposed to know? I was in someone else’s room, and… it scared me. So I panicked. And I saw you, someone I didn’t know, and my head was pounding and --”

“No, you’re right. I’m sorry. I should have expected that. I just really hoped it wouldn’t, and it ended up happening. And it does make sense because, it is true that we don’t know each other. Like, at all…” he said, softly. He slowly reached out and grabbed her hand, holding it tenderly in his. “So…. why don’t we start over. And maybe we can get to know each other properly this time?”

She looked to their intertwined hands, feeling the same sort of heat that she felt all those weeks ago. She smiled.

“I would love to.”

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Nessa doesn’t believe it. She looks at Raihan with a raised eyebrow as Sonia continues to try and drag detail after detail out of him. “You’re so not in a relationship.”

“I am too!?” Raihan scrunched his face up at her. Eyeing the water gym leader like she’s gone particularly crazy. “Just because I don’t want to say anything more then ‘I’m taken’ doesn’t mean I’m not in a relationship.”

“Still.” She scoffed. Turning her nose up and away from the much taller man.

“Nessa!” Sonia admonished.

They didn’t say anything more after Sonia conceded the floor back to Raihan who was talking about how cool Sinnoh was during his dragon tamer camp he got to go to. 

Nessa still held onto her doubts but refused to speak any more on the topic of Raihans so called significant other.

———

It’s two years later when she spots a simple ring on Raihans finger, an engagement ring to be precise. They were at Melody’s place for a group dinner, Leon couldn’t make it like usual but that didn’t mean they couldn’t.

Raihan was talking in his comical way with his hands again. The piece of jewelry glittered in the sunlight that his hand swiped through when made a swooping motion, to represent a bird Pokémon to Gordie, before Melody immediately grabbed his hands and brought it up back into the light to examine it.

“Your married!?” Gordie was the first one to speak. Jaw slack as he spotted the ring for the first time.

“Engaged.” Raihan corrected. A syrupy sweet smile graced his lips as his bright blue eyes softened when Melody let out of his hand. Raihans other hand came up and his fingers twisted the ring about.

“I’m so happy for you!” Melody sang. Slinging an arm around Raihans shoulders and bringing the much large young adult into a tight side hug.

“Thanks Miss Melody.” Raihan grumbled.

“Oh who’s the lucky girl?” Piers snipped from the couch he was laying on. Currently having one of Melody’s younger kids on his stomach while the other happily plays with his hair.

“Who’s the lucky Ratatta in your hair?” Raihan snipped back jokingly. The two stuck their tongues out at each other but Piers didn’t question Raihan any further.

Nessa opted not to say anything. Biting her bottom lip between her teeth as she watched Milo get excited along with Bea and Opal about wedding plans and what’s Raihans theme for the wedding.

apparently it was gonna be themed after the sun and night. Very poetic and had all the girls there swooning slightly and Raihan actually having a more visible blush on his face. 

She still couldn’t find it in herself to believe Raihan. For so long he’s been trailing after Leon, their residential sunshine boy, and it seems so weird that Raihan would just drop him all of a sudden. Even after working so hard to get Leon to notice him romantically for years. 

Nessa will ask Sonia later. Raihan trust’s her more then anyone else in the league with this kind of gushy stuff. she’s bound to know more then anyone else. they are childhood friends after all with Rose being Raihan’s dad and Professor Magnolia being her Grandma. 

———

“Wait you have no clue!?” Nessa nearly screamed in shock and a bit of anger, “but you’re Raihan’s childhood best friend.” 

“Doesn’t mean I wouldn't know.” Sonia pointed out. stabbing into her piece of cake and eyeing her Grandma who was looking at some books on the other side of the lab and household. “Even though I kinda should? If that makes sense.” 

Nessa rolled a hand at her friend to continue as she sipped at her tea. eyes never leaving Sonia’s depressed face. 

“It’s obvious that Raihan wants to talk about... whoever he’s engaged to, but he always stops at the last second and looks around like someone might be recording him. even when we’re alone at his house or mine! this engagement is like this big dirty secret that nobody can know about and it’s killing me Nes! it’s killing me!” Sonia whined. slumping onto the table as Nessa moved her tea away, this was normal for the red head girl to act like this, draping herself over any object or living thing when she’s having a ‘crisis’. 

“Have you asked him about it?” Nessa prodded, “like call him out over him being secretive?” 

“I have!” Sonia shot up, hands almost slamming onto the table but stopping just above it, eye’s going back to her unassuming Grandma, “he called me a ‘bad friend’ for trying to pry into his deep personal life but I have the right as a best friend to know who he’s going to get married to.”  

Nessa didn’t say anything to that. perusing her lips and staring down to her half filed cup of tea. 

“Do you think he might be scared of something happening?” Sonia pipped up after a few minutes of both of them brain storming just what would make Raihan keep such a big secret under wraps for so long. 

“No clue.” Nessa muttered. 

———

Nessa’s the third one to notice the change of rings on Raihan’s hand. instead of a simple plain silver the ring was now a thick dark oak band mixed with some kind of dark blue jewel and gold. Elegant and stylish. 

she walked in on Raihan having a stare down with Rose, not even bothering to waver his gaze over to Oleana. Leon was sunk down in his seat as he watched Rose and Raihan glare and spit quite vile words at each other.

when Rose finally looked away from his son’s face and over to Nessa who stood behind Raihan in the doorway, it was like everything nasty and mean dissipated off his face. She never really liked the man for some unknown reason, now she understood why her gut always clenched when he was near. 

“Good morning, miss Nessa!” Rose cooed and it took all of Nessa’s model strength in not puking on the spot. “Sorry you had to me son and I have an... argument.” 

“I’m not divorcing them.” Raihan suddenly spat. eyes narrowed to slits as he damn near hissed at Rose when the chairman tried round the side of the conference table. 

“Now son,” Rose tried to reprehend Raihan. 

“I’ve never been your son!” Raihan shouted back. shoulder raised defensively. uncaring as Nessa and Leon shrunk from just how loud his voice echoed in the room. “Let me remind you, since your old man brain must be fucking melting in your thick ass skull, that you called Leon,” the Champion yipped a little when Raihan flung a hand out at him and slid even more into his seat, looking like a Yamper who was to fat and got stuck in one of those doggy Pokemon tunnels, “your son you never knew you had and always wanted on live television in front of me! Your actual fucking son! what do you have to say to that!?” 

“Not now Raihan!” Rose hissed, looking for once like a Deerling caught in headlights as he spotted Melody and Gordie who now stood besides Nessa behind Raihan, “we’ll speak more in my office.” 

“‘well speak more in my office.’,” Raihan mocked in a high pitch voice that was supposed to be Rose’s, “about what? you wanting me to divorce my Husband for a fucking arranged marriage you just now sprung onto me!? After you ignored me for most of my life after my mom died.” He snarled. 

“Riahan!” Rose yelled, “now is not the time or place to discuss this!” 

“It never is with you!” Raihan screamed back, slamming his hands onto the table,”there never a good time and every time there is you ignore my texts and calls. you used my wedding invitation as a coaster for your glass of fucking water! you mocked anyone who I brought home and now you’re interested in my love life!? get bent and I hope Eturnatus kills you before you can enact Darkest Day!” 

“How do you know about that!?” Oleana finally spoke up. shooting up from her seat with a wild panic look. 

“Eturnatus was my moms research after all,” Raihan sneered down at the blond woman, “her paperwork says it all, along with the diary you,” he pointed to Rose, “wrote in talking about your plan and how Mom responded that it was unethical and absolutely horrid to do to any kind of Pokemon, alien or not.” 

Rose’s face looks absolutely disgusted in rage. “Give me that book boy!” he threatened. 

“I burned it!” Raihan’s eyes now shone gleefully at Rose’s horror, “along with every other piece of paper with the world Eturnatus written on it and with that fact now out in the air. I quite.” 

with that Raihan stormed past the three gym leaders behind him and  and almost knocked into Bede and Allister. his loud footsteps echoing down the hall before Melony swirled back around and glared at rose with fire in her eyes. 

“Spill. Everything. Now.” Melony snarled. 

Nessa’s head was spinning as she slumped into a nearby chair as Melony started to tear into Rose while all the other Gym leaders arrived. she only moved and got up when Piers nudged her and nodded to Bea and Allister who were looking afraid and skittish with all the yelling from the adults. outside was more quite then inside that meting room and Nessa forced herself to go treat the two kids to a milkshake and some lunch. 

———

the First time Nessa saw Raihans husband was after Eturnatus broke free from it’s supposed egg shell. Ash was his name and he was gorgeous, standing by Raihan’s side. tall and strong as he glared down at Rose and Oleana as they were escorted away. 

Leon was being checked over by Champion Lance and Professor Magnolia. he leaned more into the older Champions side and weep in happy tears after the police drove those wretched people away.

she was by Sonia’s side, who was checking up on the kid gym leaders, byt she couldn’t help but keep glancing at Ash and Raihan. Watching them converse and move together like their one. 

they look down right deadly together, was the only thought on Nessa’s mind before she shoved Ash and Raihan out of her mind complete and turned back to Sonia and the kids. 

#wolfy writes #ash ketchum #gym leader raihan #fangshipping #gym leader melony #gym leader gordie #gym leader piers #gym leader allister #gym leader bea #gym leader nessa #professor magnolia #professor sonia #rose #oleana #champion leon #champion lance #idk why i wrote this #i was feeling things

[normallee]

Reflections of Revenge || Nessa and Norma

TIMING: Current LOCATION: The Carnival PARTIES: @dance-with-sum1 and @normallee SUMMARY: Nessa and Norma have so much fun in the hall of mirrors!! Just like two very normal humans often do!

Nessa had been dying to go to the Carnival since she started hearing it’s haunting melodies float around town. It was almost hypnotizing, and she couldn’t wait for her night off. Usually she hated taking her required night to herself, much preferring to at least check in at the club before heading off for a quick bite, but now that there was new excitement in town she couldn’t wait! Wandering through the neon lights made Nessa feel truly alive. It was almost the same energy as being in a club, with thrashing bodies, blood pumping, energy exploding. Only now she felt like she was in one of those teen movies she loved, just without the romantic date. She shrugged off the fleeting thought of loneliness and skipped towards the Hall of Mirrors, her long skirt flowing around her hooved feet. “How many tickets, good sir? Oh- and do I need someone to ride with? Er- walk through with?”

Norma was getting bored of her usually feeding grounds. And a bored valkyrie who couldn’t use her powers was nothing but a sorry sight. Lucky for her, the carnival on the beach had opened up. It seemed like a good opportunity to blend in, too. Humans went to this place of “fun.” So did many crying children as she discovered. If only she could incite just one temper tantrum. Alas, she had to feed off the scraps. She sighed and noticed a lot of the crying children were leaving the “Hall of Mirrors.” Odd, she knew many humans were unfortunate looking, but she didn’t imagine reflections would cause such reactions so consistently. Might as well explore it. She walked up to the entrance to see another woman standing there. “Great. You two can go in together. Enjoy,” the man said, practically shoving them both inside the door before slamming it shut. “Well that was speedy service,” she said as she looked around. “I’m Norma, by the way. I believe it is usually considered rude to not introduce yourself when thrown into strange circumstances with one another. Or so I've been told.”

Before she knew it, Nessa was thrown inside the attraction with a strange woman named Norma. Well, she wasn’t strange anymore! She was Norma! “Nice to meet ya, Norma! I’m Nessa! I guess we’re gonna try to navigate this thing together, yeah?” Her bright smile flashed across 3 or 4 different mirrors and she watched as her eyes widened. This was gonna be fun. “You wanna lead the way? Or I can! I’ve never done a Hall of Mirrors before, have you?” It was hard to see where the path led, but that was sort of the whole point. Nessa let her hooves lead her in the most organic route possible, but she still ended up crashing into a hard wall. “Oops! That’s not the way!” She giggled, hoping the other woman was having as much fun as she was.

Norma returned her smile and grabbed the woman’s hand and shook it. A lot. As was customary, of course. “Very good to meet you, Nessa!” It was comforting to hear that there were other humans who had not done such silly and tacky endeavors like this. In normal circumstances, she would never have come in here. She wouldn’t need to. But now, well, it sure was riddled with ambient waves of chaos energy. The whole carnival was, but there was a ping or two more here. “This is my first, too, I think you should try first. You were in line first and I’ve been told lines work in particular orders.” It was more of yelled at than told but all the same. Norma followed behind the giggly woman, wondering if she should just reach out and insight a little more chaos, get them more lost than they were. It was so tempting. And not quite worth the bounty hunters it would bring. She sighed and took in what she could. “Oh no, it’s not. How about we,” Norma spun around in a circle a few times then stopped and pointed in a direction. “Go that way.” As they walked, Norma wondered if they were alone, she kept seeing flashes of red. Lots of red. She could feel the vibrations of energy humming a little louder as they went.

Nessa radiated joy and exuberance as they made their way further into the maze. She liked this woman, Norma. She spoke a little literally, but that was fine! Nessa did that too from time to time. She wondered if her companion was something a bit more than human. Wouldn’t that be exciting?? “I’m so glad we get to experience this together then!” Nessa bounced forward, all the while remaining on the tip of her- well toes if she had them. After running into a few more dead ends, Nessa and her 4 reflections spun around, a pout beginning to form on each set of lips. “I don’t think we’re going the right way, are we?” She caught a wisp of movement out of the corner of her eye and spun, smacking her face right against the plastic, mirror wall. “Aw heck!” She rubbed her forehead and turned to Norma. “Did you see that? I think they let someone else in here before we got a chance to get out! What a rip off!”

Norma was more than happy to follow along the random, distinctly incorrect paths the other woman chose. It was chance and chaos, and though not as good as the strife of a sobbing child, it was still satisfying. “I did see something. I do not believe it was your skirt, either. This is rather unfortunate. We should demand our hard earned cash back if they let someone else in. They should be ashamed!” Norma hoped her outrage was sufficient. The mirror they had stopped at featured a very wiggly looking Nessa and a very stretched out Norma. “Look at how they’ve changed our features,” she said pointing at their reflections. “It’s quite humorous.” She laughed as she started moving around, watching how it affected the distorted view. As she waved her arms in uncharacteristic mannerisms, the picture changed and shifted. She was no longer in her modern clothes or in a hall of other mirrors. What she saw reflected was no longer Norma, but Xmucane from long ago. She was beautiful, far more so than she was now, in her own option. She was covered in blood, the tips of her hair soaked, arms covered, her entire outfit splattered red only where it wasn’t dripping. In her hands were intestines. After a moment of gleeful examination, her reflection reached out towards the mirror, almost like she expected her hand to cross through to the other side, grabbing right at Norma’s heart. For a moment, she was lost in it, longing for her old self. Then she remembered that she wasn’t alone. “Oh, um, wow!” Norma started as she tried to throw herself in front of the mirror. “That is so strangely specific and oddly life-like!” Perhaps this Nessa was too dazed from smacking her head on mirrors to make the connection.

Nessa nodded, her usual optimistic attitude beginning to skew towards irritated. They would definitely file a complaint with the Carnival manager. But then she was distracted by their goofy reflections, warping this way and that. Nessa bleated in excitement and immediately went about dancing to make her elongated extremities ebb and flow in unnatural patterns. “How fun!!” Her eyes darted over to Norma’s reflection, expecting to see her stretched to seem 10 feet tall. Instead, she saw a macabre scene, blood and gore and entrails abounding. Her mouth began to water but she reminded herself it was just special effects. Cocking her head to the side, Nessa began to examine her own reflection. Nothing but the run of the mill wiggly warping. That wasn’t fair. “Wow! They really went all out on the effects, huh?” Nessa pouted, spinning around to try to find a better mirror. Not only did the workers let someone else in on their fun, she didn’t even get the special treatment of a grotesque display! “Let’s try this way, maybe?” Speeding through the mirrors, Nessa screeched to a halt and found herself face to face with a beautiful woman reflected in one of the walls. “Oh!” Her stomach dropped and she let out a frightened bleat before backing up the way she came as quickly as possible. She couldn’t have found her here, she was miles and decades away from that hunter. “This way!” Nessa grabbed Norma’s arm and dragged her deeper and deeper into the maze.

Before Norma could lament her lost past, Nessa was dragging her away. When they spun around, Norma could no longer see herself at all. Or Nessa. She looked around but there was no one standing beside them. Touching the edge of the glass, there was no doubt the woman was on the other side of some surface or another. Odd. Norma pressed her finger a little more to the glass and felt a ripple. There was no further chance to explore it, Nessa pulled her away and they were once again racing through a maze of reflections. The chaos and frantic nature of their running calmed Norma. This felt right. Beautiful, even as their reflections were being chased by flashes of entrails and the face of this mystery woman. “Who was that?” Norma asked as they paused a moment to catch their breath. She looked around and behind them, pointed. “I think that’s the exit,” she said.

Nessa rarely felt fear. Since moving to White Crest, she hadn’t felt the need to run or hide, she’d found a new fae community, and she’d put the thought of hunters, or at least that hunter, far behind her. Of course they were still a danger, but she hadn’t been hunted in years. Barely paying attention to the reflections, or lack thereof, Nessa continued to haul them through the maze at a near breakneck speed, her hooves clicking loudly against the metal floor. “Who?” Nessa’s frightened eyes looked back at her companion. “A monster.” She gritted her teeth and pressed forward, grateful that she wasn’t alone but worried what that woman might do to Norma if she was caught in her company. “Oh!” Nessa spun and pushed Norma ahead of her, throwing one last frantic look behind her as she all but shoved them forward towards what she desperately hoped was the exit and not just another dead end.

Norma tried to keep the curl of a smile from forming on her face. The strife coming from the woman there with her smelled so sweet. If she just reached out and touched her, maybe she could just get a small taste of it, feel the anger and fear of this “monster” resonate within her own bones. But before she could even think any further of allowing that for herself, she was turned around and being shoved towards the exit sign. Norma sighed, almost too happy to keep running around in this mess, but she had to admit, the chaos was likely at an end and dwindling away. They may as well leave and she could collect whatever meager scraps of strife she could find elsewhere. Once through the door, she had to squint and moment and let her eyes readjust to the light. “Well, I believe that was good human fun! I quite enjoyed that experience.” Something still lingered in her mind, though. Almost like… concern? Perhaps? Possibly. It was also possible she was just so ready to pry any information that could be used against someone from her years of doing just that. “That monster, however, that you mentioned. What was that? Do I have cause for concern?”

Nessa practically flung herself out of the Hall. That was supposed to be fun, not traumatic. Her eyes darted around, looking for any sign that her hunter was hot on her trail and indeed the person let in after them. After a few minutes of waiting, however, it was clear she was nowhere to be found. Nessa let out the breath she hadn't realized she’d been holding and tried to smile up at Norma. “I dunno about fun persay, but it certainly wasn’t what I’d expected. Those horror effects were top notch!” She tilted her head, wondering if Norma had been a plant. How else would they have been able to make a grotesque double of her racing through holding various entrails? “Oh...no, I don’t think so.” Her face darkened at the memory. Luckily she hadn’t had to do too much to get away from that hunter, but there were others who were far more seasoned. “She...well she had a grudge against me.” And others like me. But her skin didn’t prickle around Norma like it did when she was around other fae. She could be some other supernatural, but that wasn’t for her to worry about. “Weird, though. I guess I must have mistaken one of the people they let in behind us. I haven’t seen that woman in years. There’s no way she could be here.” The words were more to comfort herself, she realized. But she smiled again, feeling a bit more at ease with each human person who came out of the Hall of Mirrors after them. The past was the past, and Nessa didn’t want to revisit it if she didn’t absolutely need to.

Norma took in the situation, tried to absorb what this Nessa was saying. Someone with a grudge. Norma could relate. Immensely. She too had someone after her with a grudge. Nessa was lucky enough to know who, it seemed. “That is very odd. But their effects there were rather specific and bordering on intrusive.” Almost like it was magic. Oh no. In all her attempts to avoid the supernatural, it seemed that she still constantly walked right into it. Oh well, she should be safe from any bounty hunters so long as she didn’t use her powers. So she hoped. She supposed she would simply have to wait and see. “Well that is good to hear your mortal ife is safe and sound.” Norma glanced around, unsure of what to do next. Not far away there was what looked like food and refreshments. “Anyway, would you like to get some overly sweet and nutritionally unsatisfactory food with me? I believe there are many stands just over there.”

#wickedswriting #writing #chatzy #dancewithsum1 #nessa #reflections of revenge

[kentuckywrites]

You Hear It, Too

The weight of the world becomes too much to bear. Pongo escapes for a while, but is followed and comforted in his time of need.

The air around him was quiet, still. His feet were planted amongst the tall blades of grass, a tree with large roots, life coexisting with his inorganic form. Pongo’s eyes, distant, lifeless, peered up at the swirling blues and purples that defined the Miran night sky. Stars twinkled back, reminders of possibilities undiscovered, and ones he could never touch. The ground below him was his only home, and he was doomed to take root and never leave.

The levitaths were out tonight. Their feathered bodies, glistening like stained glass, became a stage for the stars to dance upon. They left behind traces of ether, the building blocks of life itself, and he felt it then, the surge of energy that came with it. To think that he was ether, too, a creation of the planet itself. To think that he was less human than the humans were - the humans who were, in fact, not entirely human themselves, but mere replicas.

It was terrible to think about. Pongo looked back down at his own feet, worn leather shoes that had walked the soil of five continents. His fingers brushed against the insides of his palms, unsure whether or not they wanted to become fists. His eyes closed, and darkness, true and complete, embraced him.

And then, the levitaths began to sing.

He knew their songs, what they meant. The humans believed them to be mating calls, or simple communications back and forth, friendly gestures. But they weren’t entirely right. Sure, some songs were joyous, used to call to friends.

But these ones were full of pain.

They were echoes of songs, tales of past and present woes, fears regarding their futures. Pongo’s eyes opened to watch them take to the skies, wails turning the night into a graveyard of sorrows. His lips parted, exhaling from his mouth - why did he want to sing along? He was happy. He had everything he could’ve ever needed. Friends, family, a stable and demanding job. He had love.

But...he was in pain, deep down.

He had pushed it aside. He didn’t want those memories to control him, no, not the people who died by his hands, not those who fought against every ideal he believed in, not those who blamed him for ruining their lives -

“Pongo.”

Pongo spun around. Yellow eyes stared back at him, unblinking.

“L’cirufe. What are you doing here?”

“We had a feeling you were in need of repair. And we wanted to...check you up.”

The incorrect phrase brought a small grin to Pongo’s face. “I...I appreciate it.”

L joined him, standing to his right. Mixed with the songs of the levitaths was the ever steady rush of the Noctilum waterfalls, pooling down into the ocean below. Anyone could survive the fall off the side, a result of durable bodies and forgiving gravity. Pongo recalled the first time he’d jumped off - the wind against his skin, begging him to stop, but breaking the bonds just then had made him feel so alive.

“If we might poke the sleeping dog...why are you out here?” L’s question broke the pause between them.

Pongo refused to meet his gaze, instead gazing out at the stars, the clouds of space dust, strokes of magenta and indigo across a midnight blue canvas. “...I needed to escape for a bit. The city was...it was too loud.”

“We understand! Humans can be containers full of conversation!”

“Not like that.”

Pongo stepped forward, entranced by two levitaths whose songs had begun to harmonize with each other. “Too many things keep happening, too many things have gone wrong. And I have been unable to stop these bad things from happening - unable to stop innocent people from dying.”

“Pongo, we reassure you that not every situation is due to your presence -”

“Nessa died.”

L stopped. Pongo turned to face him again suddenly, his shoulders tensing, his voice rising. “A year ago, today, she died. She sacrificed herself so I could keep living, and for what? Not only have I failed to keep everyone safe, but I was responsible for her death, for Lao, the innocent people killed by the explosive lobsters, the entirety of Team Corwin, all the scientists at the water purification plant - oh my gods, how many Ma-non, how many Nopon and Prone and Zaruboggans and Orpheans have died under my protection?! I have failed humanity, L’cirufe, Mira wanted me to be their guide and protect them, and I failed!!”

The songs faded, and Pongo’s eyes had released their own waterfalls - not raging, but full of rage. L was frozen solid, left as a statue in the midst of Pongo’s outburst. And that silence made Pongo crumple, his knees giving out, his fists hitting the grass below. He screamed so loud that the songs of the levitaths were shattered, and then screamed more. He felt everything and nothing, almost unaware that L had bent down, had put a gentle hand on his back.

“Pongo...please, look at…”

His breath caught in his throat, something that prompted Pongo to look up through glazed eyes. L bit his lip, words dancing silently on his lips, but when his voice returned, the words became a song of their own.

“Please listen to...to me.”

L stuttered on the pronoun, but he did his best to continue regardless. “Mira created you as its avatar, a messenger of peace...and you have performed above and beyond in that regard. But...but why don’t you realize that you are human too? If humanity is to be protected, then that means -”

“L’cirufe, I am not human -”

“Bullshit.”

The word was clear, and sent a shiver up Pongo’s spine. L’s hand continued to trail up and down, a faint rubbing gesture. “Humans are capable of a great many things: they are stubborn, brash, and love with hearts that are so large that they do not fit inside their bodies. They will fight until they give their last breath in order to protect what they believe in. Do you not believe in your ability to care for humans despite their many flaws? Do you not believe in your ability to love in a place where love cannot be found? Because w...I can tell you now, that I am human in this regard.”

Pongo raised an eyebrow, sniffling quietly. “L’cirufe, what are you getting at?”

“Have you been blinded, like your irises suggest? Pongo, w...I...I care about you a great deal. I would do anything for you, I want to protect you - arguably, an urge that is stronger than yours.”

Pongo let out a weak laugh. “Impossible.”

“Would you like me to test my own theory?”

When Pongo didn’t answer immediately, L wrapped his arms underneath Pongo’s and brought him in closer, careful not to scrape his horns on Pongo’s head. The embrace was familiar and welcoming, and Pongo’s head buried itself into L’s neck instinctively. Pongo could smell Mira, the soil and the faint scent of antorous rose, and the impossible longing of discovery.

L’s head shifted, and something soft - lips - kissed Pongo’s forehead. His eyes widened in realization.

“Humanity means the world to you, but you, Pongo...you mean the world to me.”

It was in that moment that the levitaths began to sing again. Their harmonies sounded far brighter and joyous than before.

#xenoblade x #You Hear It Too: Short Story #L #L'Cirufe #hey so like #I didn't mean for it to sound shippy but that's what happened! #regardless I love Pongo and L's relationship #I would die for them

[forkanna]

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NOTE: This is the end of part II, and part III will be the last. Stay tuned for that soon!

Happy Christmas Eve to all!

"...and what about my penonias?!"

For the hundredth time that morning, Glinda felt like she wanted to do nothing more than crawl off to bed and pretend the day had never occurred. A large percentage of the "grievances" had nothing to do with the new law forbidding mistreatment of Animals. The citizenry seemed to have taken this as their golden opportunity to complain about any pointless little thing in their lives. Nessa had tried to warn them that this was what would be awaiting them, but they had both scoffed at the idea; surely, the good people of Emerald City wouldn't be nearly so petty and mundane!

Except, apparently, they were.

"Your penonias are no concern of mine," Elphaba droned, leaning heavily against her arm. "Now then, Miss Minkos, could you be so kind as to give the stage over to someone who…" A yawn interrupted her. "Who isn't trying my patience? Not to mention my ability to stay awake."

With a huff and a "WELL!", the Minkos woman stalked off the dais and into the gathered crowd. There was some murmuring of unrest, so Glinda decided she had better do her job of smoothing things over.

"Wonderful!" she called out, clapping her hands together. "That's quite a lot of you taken care of! I'm not even sure there are any left out there; we addressed the worries about how to take care of transportation, and fair wages for Animals who wish to enter employment in their previous servitudity rather than search for new employment. Very good, very good, we're really making progress!"

She overheard Nessa muttering, "I don't know how she stays so perky all the time," and saw Elphaba nodding, but chose to pretend neither of them existed for that brief moment.

"Next up…" Jellia looked down the sign-in list, having to unfurl the last bit of the scroll. At least they were nearing the end. "A man named… Wooglebug? Do I have that right?"

"That's Wogglebug," an overly-refined voice called out as he approached the dais. And he was, indeed, an insect, though overgrown to be nearly as tall as Glinda. "Professor H.M. Wogglebug, T.E., if you please. And I should like to talk about the state of your educational system. For many years now…"

The proceedings stretched on and on. By the time they finished with the grievances for the day — which had booked up their time completely, and there were a few names on the spillover scroll for the following week — they needed to break for a belated lunch. As they fed, glad for the chance to replenish their energy and mental stamina, Glinda asked a highly pertinent question.

"The eyepatch? Ah… well, I've tried it again, but either Dorothy has her necklace shut away in a box, or the spell has stopped working."

"What? Oh no, so you have no idea how she's doing now?"

"Sorry, but I don't. She'll just have to get along without us. We sent her back to her precious Kansas; now it's up to her if she can survive there."

"Just awful," Polychrome sighed, nursing the single droplet of morning dew on her saucer. "I was very fond of Dorothy, and wish I could go and see her. But I'm afraid that without being able to catch a rainbow… I will not be able to do so."

Curiosity piqued, Glinda asked, "Didn't you ever learn how to do that? Y'know, what your father can do?"

"Summon rainbows? Goodness, no. A sky fairy must study for many years to learn how to move the rainbows and clouds, and I just had no head for that work. Now I wish I had tried harder! Ohhh, will Father ever find me? What will I do if he does not?"

"Then we'll shoot you into the sky out of a cannon," Elphaba threatened. Glinda swatted her arm.

In no time at all, they were back to address the final matter of the day: Tippetarius. Glinda really found herself dreading this confrontation, given that he was such a young boy and really seemed to believe in what he felt was right. But that didn't mean they could let him keep speaking out against their rule; it would only stir up stronger resistance.

"You have been accused of attempting to ambush the Throppland Council," Elphaba read out from her scroll once the boy was brought to the dais in front of their seats. He looked no worse for wear, and his hair was stuffed up into his cap once more. Glinda did have to wonder why he grew it out so long only to hide it away. "And of disorderly conduct outside during the original address. How do you plead?"

"Not guilty! By reason of… of my love for the Land of Oz!" There were a few murmurs of agreement from the crowd.

"That's enough hyperbole. Explain your reasons for being outside the palace."

"To find out what you were up to. You said you were going to give us audience in a week, but what if you didn't? What if it was part of some… scheme to distract everyone while you filled the streets with soldiers, turned us into slaves?"

Nessa had had enough. "Your imagination is very colourful. But we're here to speak about specific charges, alright? Please, don't make up all these stories and try to stick to the facts."

That seemed to upset the boy a little more; he looked as if they had slapped him across the face and insulted his parentage. "But I am! You asked why I was outside, and… and I answered! I was keeping watch on the Palace to make sure nothing crazy happened, and if it did, I might alert someone!"

"Who would you alert?"

"Well… I hadn't figured out that part." There was a slight ripple of quiet laughter from the audience. After a few seconds, he went on as his cheeks pinkened, "You still haven't answered some of my questions."

"You're the one on trial!" Elphaba burst out in exasperation.

"How can we know that we're in the best hands? How do we know the truth of what you told us about the Wizard? You just… showed up here, after being fugitives for years, and tell us all to take you at your word!"

"You've forgotten the trial of Madame Morrible. We already gave her water from the Truth Pond, so every word out of her mouth was genuine. And she admitted that she had coerced everyone into believing we were responsible for the winged monkeys, we were trying to 'attack' the Wizard instead of being tricked into- why am I re-explaining this?"

Glinda sighed as the murmurs rose in the audience. "Y'know, some people just really don't care about who's right. They only care about who seems like the victim, and if it's the Wizard or this little boy, they're more ready to believe it."

"Men really are babies," Nessa muttered. Likely her opinion wasn't entirely objective, due to how the situation with Boq had failed to be resolved, but Glinda had to admit she found herself agreeing from time to time.

A little late, Tippetarius grumbled, "I'm not little."

"Children always say that."

"Alright, alright," Elphaba sighed wearily. "If you agree to taking a drink from the Truth Pond, we can cut through this a little faster, but you won't have it forced upon you because you haven't attempted murder. Entirely voluntary; it's up to you."

He hesitated. It was actually highly conspicuous, and stretched on long enough for a cough to be heard in the nearly-silent room.

"What's the matter? Suddenly you're the one with too many secrets, hmmm?"

"No, no! Just… I don't want to answer just anything in front of all these people." He pointed up at the council seats. "You promise just to ask about my duel and things related to that, and not a bunch of gossipy secrets? You know how women are."

Even while a tick flared up in Elphaba's jaw, and she gripped the bench in front of her a little tighter, Glinda hurried to answer, "Of course not, dear. We have no interest in gossip, just in getting this matter settled."

The translucent green glass of Truth Pond water was already prepared. After the success of using it against Morrible, they had all unanimously agreed that it should be of great use in further trials. Although it was expensive, given that the Truth Pond was in a far-off corner of the Vinkus, they could always fly down and gather another jug of it themselves. That was Elphaba's reasoning, at least.

The accused regarded it warily, lip curling. Drinking pond water of any kind certainly didn't sound appealing, but realising that it was either that, or going back and forth with mistrust, he raised the glass. And paused.

"Boy, we haven't all day," Elphaba prodded him.

"Why don't you have to drink it, too?"

"I've had just about enough of-"

"No, really! If I have to be honest, then so do you! Unless you're really afraid of what you'll say, which sounds to me like you're not any less of a humbug than the Wizard!"

It was actually a pretty smart argument. Not that Elphaba enjoyed that it was; she growled under her breath, and Glinda slid a hand behind the bench to alight on her thigh, since she was reasonably sure her roommate had been about to shoot to her feet and possibly conjure a fireball to rid the boy of his stupid hat.

"I'll agree to the same terms," she said, glancing at the two sisters, who were a little surprised. "You can ask me about things that apply to being a Councilwoman of Oz, or your trial. We'll both take a sip. And Elphie and Nessie don't have to do any such thing, because they are not on trial. Jellia?"

In short order, Glinda had taken a sip. There were things about her relationship with Elphaba that she would rather not mention in front of a full audience, but otherwise, she would only be too glad to explain some of what the three of them had been through without anyone being able to question her honesty. With a shaky sigh, she handed it back to Jellia, who took it over for their prisoner. This time, he took a large swig, even larger than Glinda's, without any hesitation whatsoever.

"Good," Elphaba said, turning to her. "What is your name?"

"Glinda Upland, of the Upperuplands. Formerly Galinda."

The slight smile on her love's lips made her stomach flutter, but she was already asking, "And your age?"

"I… it's twenty-two, now. Isn't it?" That was her honest answer; she had sort of lost track somewhere along the way. They didn't celebrate birthdays in the cave.

"And your weight?"

"Probably about eight… and a half stone." Her cheeks were colouring now; she knew she had put on a little weight, and that made it one of the worst questions Elphaba could have asked her. But it was also a relatively inconsequential way of confirming that she was telling the truth.

"Alright. Now…" Turning back to the dais, she said, "What is your name?"

Something was already different about the boy. His voice was a little different in the same way Glinda's was, devoid of any societal nicety or bravado or any of those other trappings. Earnest and sincere. But that wasn't the most remarkable thing about his answer, even though it had been such a mundane question.

"Ozma."

"What? What did you say?"

"Ozma." He looked very confused by his own words, but he kept on, "But currently Tippetarius Mombi."

There was a startled murmuring all around the room. That one word, Ozma, had stirred up a thousand emotions in all gathered; they knew the power it held. But how preposterous for a boy to be named Ozma at all! Even Elphaba looked incensed, but also quite curious; it really was the water of the Truth Pond, and they had watched it slide down his throat. Even some droplets ran down his chin, so even if he hadn't truly swallowed, there would likely be some compulsion to avoid falsehoods.

"How old are you?"

"I'm… nineteen, as far as I know."

"As far as you know?"

"I haven't had a birthday party that I can ever remember."

Elphaba could sympathise, and Glinda could sympathise with all three of them, so she didn't contribute. As long as she was compelled to tell the truth, she felt more comfortable letting anyone else helm this interrogation. "Fine, fine. Why did you come to the Emerald City?"

"To get away from Mombi."

"But that's your name."

"It's my adoptive mother's name. But she was a bad woman." He slapped a hand over his mouth.

"Oh? Tell us about her. Just the short version; in what ways was she bad?"

"She locked me up and told me my name was Tippetarius Mombi, and that I was her slave. Eventually when I didn't run away, she let me do the chores without being chained up, but… she… would beat me if I disobeyed. Told me that little boys deserved it for being rowdy. And she always told me to cut my hair but I hated cutting it."

"About that," Glinda couldn't help asking. "Why do you keep it so long?"

"Because it feels more natural," he admitted… and his voice was a touch higher in pitch. The way it sounded, the timbre and inflection, Glinda was almost positive that he had been deepening it intentionally before now. "Mombi always wanted me to cut it but I told her 'no'. She would whip me, or send me to bed without supper."

Completely at a loss, and distracted from their goal of finding out what Tip was doing in the Emerald City, Elphaba leaned forward and asked, "What's happening to you right now?"

"I don't know. My voice sounds higher." That much was obvious, but of course, he couldn't tell a lie — and even a pithy joke about it such as "Why don't you tell me?" would have been a sort of lie, after a fashion.

"Why did you say your name is Ozma?" Nessa asked, wanting to get to the heart of that right away. She looked keenly interested, in a way that even Elphaba didn't, who was also leaning forward intently.

"Because it is." He still looked quite shocked to hear his own voice, including the words it was forming, and he was beginning to tremble. "Because… it was the name I had when I was a baby. But I barely remember it, I mostly remember Mombi telling me 'Your name is no longer Ozma, it's going to be Tippetarius from now on'. So now it is."

"But it isn't really?"

"No. It's Ozma."

Silence reigned in the courtroom, even though there had been some mutterings before; everyone was too fascinated to hear what would come next. Elphaba pushed a hand into her mouth, and Glinda could tell her mind was racing; she always got that same look in her eyes. Perhaps Mombi had simply been lying to the boy, but if there was any - any possibility that he had been told the truth, then a decades-old mystery was about to be solved. Glancing at the other two women behind the bench, neither of whom had the slightest idea of what to say, she looked not at Tip, but at Jellia.

"Remove the prisoner's hat."

Tippetarius did flinch back at first, but then seemed embarrassed that he had and let the hat be removed. Instantly, the dark red hair fell down in gentle curls… and seemed to be a little longer than before. With this out in the light, he definitely looked more bashful, the freckles on his cheeks darkening. The effect was unmistakeable.

Almost as one, the entire crowd looked over the door to the courtroom at the portrait of Ozma the Warrior. Perhaps because of her being the most powerful and striking of the Ozma line, the similarities between she and the ragamuffin boy before them were impossible to deny.

"Boy…" Glinda wished she had a less clumsy way to ask, but she couldn't think of one. "Are you a girl?"

This was the first time Tip seemed to fight against the compulsion of the Truth Pond's water. To no avail. "Y-yes."

"Then why are you dressed as a boy?"

"Mombi transformed me into a boy with her powers," he went on, and even while speaking, his body seemed to be changing subtly, his voice lightening, escalating in pitch. There was still a mixture of panic and disbelief in his eyes, even if his tone was absolutely certain. "She figured no one would ever think to look for me if I were a scruffy boy instead of a girl."

Elphaba had a sudden thought. "And… did you know any of this before today?"

"No, ma'am. I knew I was being hidden, but couldn't remember why."

"Are you Ozma, descended from Ozma the Billious?"

"I don't know that. I only can remember growing up with Mombi. But I remember her telling me that my name was no longer Ozma, and that I was a boy, and… and that she would kill me if I ever said otherwise." The last seemed to cost him something to admit, because he shivered.

"Would you be more comfortable if we call you Ozma?" Glinda asked.

"No."

"Why?"

"Because I didn't remember that I was Ozma before just now. I'm Tip." Tears were streaming down his cheeks by now.

"Would you rather be called Ozma?" Nessa asked, head tilted very slightly. Glinda had to admit that she would never have thought to change the phrasing of the question in that way. "Does that sound more correct to you than Tippetarius?"

"I… I don't know. I don't know!"

Unable to help herself, Glinda stepped out from behind the bench. "I'm not going to hurt you," she said when he flinched. "And you know that's the truth, don't you?"

"I do."

"You seem like a nice… boy." She wasn't sure which to pick now, but decided to stick with the previously-accepted pronoun until it was proven otherwise. As she continued, she walked to the dais and stepped up onto it with him, which caused fresh mutterings to break out in the crowd; that was highly unusual in the middle of a trial. "I'm sorry we asked about all this in here, where you had to tell everyone the truth. We didn't mean to make you embarrassed, but we had to make sure you weren't going to interfere with our plans."

"And what are your plans?" he asked smoothly.

"To help the Animals. And to remove the Wizard and Morrible from positions of power, so they couldn't keep hunting us and corrupting the government." She hadn't meant to say the last bit, but it came tumbling out because of the water.

"And how long have you been planning this?"

"Not very long. I didn't want anything to do with that at first; Elphie was the one who wanted to help the Animals the most. But after being chased around Oz for two years, it seemed like we either stopped them, or we would be killed or put in prison. So we had to plan a way to get in here and capture them."

The crowd muttered a little about that, as well, and she cast a helpless frown over at Elphaba. For her part, she was completely unflustered.

"Did you plan to kill the Wizard?"

Even as she was trying to keep her mouth shut, it was already saying, "Yes, if he didn't listen to reason or try to negotiate with us. After all, he'd already sent an innocent little girl to kill us; he would have deserved it." Before that moment, she hadn't been entirely certain she believed the Wizard did deserve a death sentence. Apparently, deep down, she did.

"Guess I can understand that," Tip said — and with every passing second, he looked less like a "Tip" and more like an "Ozma". Still rather stout and toned, quite strong, but his hips were a little wider, his neck a little more slender. The Adam's apple had more or less vanished. That confirmed something Glinda had been wondering: this Mombi character had definitely cast a spell on the baby, not just stuck her in boys' clothes and told her that her name was Tip.

For she was Ozma. There was no sense in pretending now that the magic of the Pond had revealed her.

She put an arm around Ozma's shoulders and leaned in close. "I'm sorry. This must be very strange. But… I think we have to call you 'Ozma' now, because you're definitely she who was descended from the throne of Oz."

"I must be," she replied with a lopsided smile. "It doesn't sound like a very common name."

"Actually, it's illegal to name a common child Ozma, and considered to be in very poor taste besides," Nessa supplied. "Disrespectful to the throne. Well… it was before the Wizard's reign, at least."

"Oh."

Glinda lowered her voice. "But you're really a very sweet looking, um, young lady. I thought so when you were still Tip." She hadn't meant for that to pop out, and cursed the water in her belly yet again. "A-anyway… do you still think we're trying to pull a fast one on the whole Land of Oz?"

"No." The answer seemed to surprise the younger woman, as if she hadn't realised it before that moment. "Well… you can't lie if I can't lie."

"Exactly. So are you going to keep challenging us to duels and other preposterosities?"

Even while Ozma-nee-Tip was shaking her head, looking thoroughly ashamed of being so hasty and reckless, Jellia cleared her throat. When both Pond-influenced women turned to her, she ducked her green tinted head.

"Begging your pardon, Councilwoman… but I think you have something else to consider."

"Hmm?"

A highly stunned Nessa answered for her. "She's Princess Ozma. We… I mean, I know she wasn't raised to take the throne, but…"

"The rightful heir has appeared," Elphaba finished. Her face was a lighter shade of green than Glinda could ever remember seeing it, as were the faces of every member of the gathered observers. Ozma was trying not to look like she wanted to sink down into the dais due to a roomful of stares. "This changes literally everything."

                                             END OF PART TWO

#The Coven Of Oz #forkanna writes #wicked fanfiction #wizard of oz fanfiction #forkanna the writer

[harloweves]

It’s a bright and beautiful day, but Harlow’s alone at the house while Nessa is working. Not that she can really complain because she has her freedom and can do whatever the fuck she wants. But she does miss Nessa whenever the witch is off busy doing slightly more important things. Harlow was able to at least be a bit productive during the morning; making breakfast and picking some fresh herbs and vegetables. She watered the plants that needed some more. A bit of her time was spent taking out her journal and working on one of her newest sketches. It was a design idea for a new greenhouse. Harlow had been wanting to ask Nessa about it but she didn’t want to throw another project onto their plate even if she’d ask to take lead on it. Hell, Harlow would build it herself.

Sitting outside with her journal in the sun and a glass of lemonade in her hand felt like nothing but peace. To think she thought she wouldn’t ever get to feel this again. A part of her still missed her old life but she knew this was better than what that could have held for her in the end. Whether she’d been a slave or not, Harlow would have found trouble.

The antsy feeling began to settle inside of her, a familiar ache to shift. Ever since her brand had been removed, Harlow had taken every opportunity to shift. Now wasn’t any different. Drink set on the table along her her journal, she stretched out before she shift: the tall dark haired beauty changing form until there stood on four paws -- a mountain lion. Familiar these days to Nessa’s property and likely giving some a heartattack.

Harlow prowled along the property, stretching out her limbs and happily moving from one place to another. One of these days she’d go out to the forest and into the mountains -- with a promise to be back before the day ended. She’d been sunbathing in a spot along the side of the property when her ears twitched to a noise and her nose wrinkled as a new scent filled it. Intruder. Harlow was on her paws within a moment and slinking in the direction, hiding between bushes and trees as she stalked her prey.

Bingo. She saw the man who’d come onto the property, Harlow not recognizing him and certainly would have remembered if Nessa mentioned any visitors today. From where she hide in a bush, Harlow waited and waited until he was close enough before she lunged out from the bush and landed in front of him along the path, a threatening growl leaving her as she bared her teeth. A very clear: back the fuck off. // @caldalyell 

#&&. cal

[robynboswell]

Home Life

Robyn had walked into the middle of a crime scene. Henry’s neck had been snapped. Her heart dropped into her stomach seeing pieces of him all over the rug, and scattered on the floor.

 “KEVIN!” Robyn shrieked, running to the opposite side of the apartment to enter her brothers room.

 The boy was hanging off of the bed, very much in a drunken comatose.

 “F-CKING HELL KEVIN, WHAT DID YOU DO?” She shook him roughly. Having never been intoxicated before she couldn’t imagine what he was feeling, but the both sick and terrified look on his face gave her the idea that it wasn’t pleasant.

 “My cello! Henry! How did you manage to snap its neck?” As he retreated to bury his face into the bedding, she grabbed a pillow and slammed it down into his head. As the shock of a broken instrument began to subside, tears welled up in her eyes.

 “I hope for your own sake mom can repair it, if not— “

 “If not what!?” Kevin sat up, his face red in frustration. “You don’t even pay the rent or for food! My music is paying the bills! Not yours!”

 Robyn folded her arms as a tear slipped down her cheek.

 Without another word she left the room and sat next to her cello.

 The sun began to rise, letting light through the translucent curtains.

 Robyn understood to an extent that she was acting spoiled; but she was only a product of what others made her. Studying a fragment of the wood, she wondered just how much long it would take to repair it. It wasn’t like her mother, Elisa, who amongst her other jobs could repaired instruments, would help her daughter above actual paying clients. And especially not with everything that was going on.

Today had actually marked the one-year anniversary that Robyn single-handedly ruined her family’s life. In her defense, though, her father, Sam, had ruined it the moment he started embezzling thousands of dollars from the The Resonance Concert Hall. Robyn had just brought it to the chairmen’s attention of said concert hall. They filed a lawsuit against him; Elisa was temporarily suspended during, and the investigation and his trial ended in imprisonment.

 Elisa would have gone down with him unless the lawyer could prove that she had no idea what her husband was doing to their business. Cleverly, Sam had kept the money in a foreign bank that had no connection to Elisa. Nor was their any proof that Elisa took care of the concert halls’ financials and therefore couldn’t about the embezzled money beforehand unless her husband told her, which he didn’t. Instead he had said the influx of money came from his grandparents and parents as they passed away over the years.

 In the end Elisa the regained ownership of The Resonance, and now Sam has another year in jail. A lawyer had told them that once Sam serves his sentence and pays restitution of the money taken, Elisa could pardon him so he could hopefully transition back into the workforce with ease.

 God knows how long that would take. They estimated the embezzlement to roughly $70,000.

 Kevin shuffled into the kitchen across from the living room, where he saw Robyn uncharacteristically hunched and sulking, to fix him self a pot of coffee. As the coffee machine was brewing he consumed a tall glass of water with his headache medication. Soon after the pleasing aroma of fresh coffee filled the apartment, the machine beeped signaling the coffee pot was full and ready to consume.

  He poured the hot liquid into two mugs, then added cream and sugar. He took the mugs with him to the living room and handed one to Robyn, then sat on the small beige couch.

 Robyn stayed silent.

 “I’m sorry,” Kevin began, taking a sip of his coffee. “I drank a little too much the the boys after a gig last night.”

 She finally looked up at him, setting the wood fragment onto the glass coffee table and wrapping the palm of her hand around the mug to feel the warmth.

 “Drinking is such a waste of money.”

 “Sometimes it’s fun having enough money to waste,” he smiled slightly.

 She shook her head slightly in disagreement. Robyn would probably never get to the point where she could have enough money to waste. Not with all her money going to help her mother pay off the lawyer and raise Alejandra, their little sister.

“The situation we’re in sucks, I know—I really don’t mind you being here, it’s just… you’re going to have to put up with my antics from time to time. Melissa, does.”

 At the mention of his wife, Robyn wondered where she’d gone to so early in the morning. It was the front door slamming closed as Melissa rushed out that had woken her up.

 “Yeah, because she doesn’t have a $5,000 instrument to tempt you to break.” Finally taking a sip of the coffee, she noted immediately that he had used the hazelnut creamer and added extra sugar. Robyn always had a sweet tooth, so she loved it. “I’ll call mom to see if I can rent a cello for today’s lessons.” After finishing the drink off, she stood to get ready for the day.

 Before leaving to her room she added, “I’m not mad at you, I’m just… mad that everything bad seemingly keeps happening to me.”

 He raised his cup up in the air to her, “You can’t be unlucky forever.”

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  “That’s one of the most horrific things I’ve ever seen,” Elisa said bluntly. “I don’t think I’ll be able to fix Henry, Mamita. I’m so sorry.”

 Robyn had emailed her mother pictures of the cello to get an estimate of how much time and money would be needed to fix it. But, no amount of wood glue would be able to him sound the way he did before the accidental killing.  

 “I’m obviously not okay, but I’ll manage.” She sighed switching the phone to her other ear, then settling into a chair at the kitchen table.

 “Feel free to borrow an instrument from the concert hall, just come in early before they get rented out and you’ll have to bring it back before four this afternoon. It’s Friday so the orchestra has a performance tonight.”

 “Alright, I’ll head out in a few. Lessons aren’t until noon and I’ve got a new student. We’ll probably just go over the basics. I’d love to watch the performance and fill in for anyone missing, I don’t mind. Especially since Melissa is taking Kevin to the New Asia Festival and that’s ending pretty late tonight…” She’d been mindlessly sorting through the mail that arrived this morning. Bills, bills, subscription to a foodie’s magazine, more bills. Through the phone a distant yet familiar squeal she recognized as an excited Alejandra. The phone fumbled on the other end and suddenly Alejandra was speaking.

 “Robbie! Robbie! Have you checked? The mail, I mean! Oh! And turn on the TV! The Report is y’know, reporting on it!” Alejandra was speaking loudly and in fragments, another sign of her excitement. Robyn had to take the phone away from her ear slightly so she wouldn’t become deaf.

 Smiling to herself Robyn just had to ask, “Reporting what? What’s—,” before she finished her sentence she picked up an envelopment unlike the rest. It was off-white and textured, with the address of the royal palace, “going on.”

 “The Selection! They’re having the Selection.” Alejandra had calmed down a bit but you could still tell she was hyped. “Please tell me you’ll do the application with me. Or at least come with me to submit my application, I can’t go alone... Please?”

 Robyn took a moment to think about what entering such a competition would mean. The last selection happened way before she was even born, so she only ever heard stories from her mother who hadn’t entered because she immigrated from (Spain).  It wasn’t like this happened all to often, so the idea that it was a once and a life time opportunity should’ve been enough to persuade her. But it wasn’t. Why would she give up her own time to dilly dally around the palace and wait around for the Prince to choose his wife. Robyn had a life of her own that’s hard enough without adding a possible crown, no matter just how attractive said Prince was.

 “Put Mami on the phone, please,” Robyn asked. Alejandra yelled out for their mother to come back and then Elisa greeted her again.

 “Ma, didn’t you say they compensated you for your time if you were selected?” Robyn thought aloud, not completely sure where she was going with this. Even if they gave you money, was it enough to cover for your family?

 “Oh, yeah. They also raise the girls caste to make them Threes,” Elise’s’ voice sounded light and nostalgic. “It was very… heart-warming seeing King Henry falling in love with Queen Nessa… She had been a Seven prior to getting the crown, isn’t that amazing?”

 Compensation. Money. Probably more money than Robyn made with the Assistant Managing at The Resonance and Cello lessons, combined. That was something to really consider now. She thanks Elisa and ushered her to put Alejandra back on the phone.

 “Al, do you think maybe if we both entered and one of us got the selected—whoever gets through can use the compensation to help pay back—.”

 “The Resonance?” Robyn had talked to her sister numerous times about how guilty she felt about getting their dad put behind bars. “Say no more, hopefully after all that nonsense we can finally live together again,” Alejandra agreed.

 For the first time in a very long while, Robyn was feeling lucky.

[alolanrain]

Could you do anything with a jealous Raihan? #fangshipping

Raihan sneered at the rich old man touching his sweet Applin. His fangs, bared behind his hand, pressed against the skin of his fingers as he tried not to snarl in public. It wasn’t fair! If Raihan had the chance, he would shred Rose to pieces.

He felt a snarl build up in his throat, which forced him to grab his glass of water and swallow a few mouths full. Raihan felt Nessa jab at his side, a reminder that he can’t just get up and go to Ash’s side. Not if he wanted to face the Head Chairman’s consequences.

His eye strayed back to his sweet, sweet Applin. Who looked absolutely uncomfortable with the rich old man invading his loves space. As the man turned away, Ash looked all over the room. Searching for someone to come save him. That’s when their eyes met and Raihan felt an untapped rage at the look Ash gave him. Ash looked up at Raihan, who was on the open second floor of the ballroom, with pleading eyes.

‘Save me!’ Ash mouthed, before his lips turned into a strained smile when the rich man turned his eyes back onto Ash.

Raihan stood up suddenly, ignoring both Nessa and Kabu’s warnings, before making his way over and down the stairs. Before he reached the middle, a hand reached out and grabbed at his bicep.

“Raihan,” Rose’s called his name tersely, “think about what your doing.” His voice held disappointment to the ninth degree.

Raihan turned back slightly, his sudden sneer turned into a cold smile. “Chairman Rose, please unhand me.” his own voice wavered with slight anger. Raihan was never the one that was able to hide how he truly felt. His eyes darted up to where Champion Lance and half the Council sat on the second floor. All of them were glaring down at them, or glancing between Raihan and Ash with worried expressions, heavy frowns marred their faces.

Rose immediately let go of the gym leaders arm, a nervous smile played on his lips. “You wouldn’t!” Rose hissed between his lips, the Chairman’s own eyes darting between Raihan and the second floor.

“I didn’t do anything,” Raihan pleasantly smiled at a group of passing Kalosian Chairmen. He waved in greeting towards Clemont, the engineer gym leader had a dark look as he waved back. Every friend of Raihan and Ash knew what was going on with Chairman Rose.

The man mist be catching on as he also spotted who Raihan was waving to. “How many.” Rose growled, coming a bit closer with a sharp friendly smile.

Raihan at that exact moment knew just why Leon tried to never anger his main sponsor, the anger in the older mans eyes would have freaking Raihan out if he hadn’t already met Ash’s lovely parents beforehand.

“I don’t know what you mean?” He asked happily, bouncing on his feet to show the other guests that the conversation the two were having was nothing but friendly. When in fact it was the starting of the domino effect that Rose caused when he ripped Raihan away from Ash’s side.

“How many know Raihan.” This time Oleana stepped in, moving gracefully in her red silk dress to stand next to Rose. Like the dutiful assistant that she is. Raihan smile wilted a little before coming back at full force.

“Almost everyone.” Was his response before he felt a different, much larger, hand drop onto his shoulder. Raihan winced internally when he saw Rose and Oleana blanch slightly in fear.

“Good evening,” Council member Koke rumbled next to Raihans left side, “I hope I’m not interrupting something.” The man standing at an even seven feet tall towered over Raihan with a few inches.

Council member Koke was one of the tallest on the Council over all, only head Council Ace and Yvette were taller. He was quite frankly terrifying at full hight, and Raihan was damn lucky that ferocious smile full of sharp teeth wasn’t aimed at him. Raihan had enough the first time Koke and Gia, his husband, hand threaten Raihan when Ash asked him to come to dinner with the couple.

Before Rose or Oleana could get their bearings back, Raihan smiles up at the man. “Oh not at all!” He stated, backing up a little as the hand on his shoulder fell down and back to the Councilman’s side. “In fact, I was just about to leave.” And just like that, Raihan was already down the stairs and into the ever moving throngs of people.

It wasn’t hard to leave Rose behind, the man deserves every bit of vicious anger the Council gives him. But right now Ash needs him, and it wasn’t hard for him to find his precious Applin. Having his height is a blessing and a curse.

Spotting Ash and the old man, Raihan easily slipped through groups of people before coming to stand a little bit away from the pair. Noting that Ash’s shoulders were tense and his muscles would spasm a little when the man would reach and graze his fingers on any part of Ash.

Raihan almost saw red when the rich man cupped Ash’s cheek, thankfully his boyfriend jerked out of the grip with a slight sneer on his lips. The dragon tamer chose that moment to step in.

“Ash!” Raihan gasped, coming over and sliding one of his arms around the smallers waist. “I’ve been looking all over for you my love.” He Ben this head to carefully nuzzle the black fluff of Ash’s hair that pushed out above the flower crown the shorter trainer had chosen to wear that night instead of his actual metal crown.

The rich man sneered at Raihan, “I don’t think we’ve ever met,” the old man raised a hand up for a handshake. Raihan smile sharper as he gripped the hand hard, giving it a firm shake before dropping it. The man grunted a little, his skin on the hand turned a little pink and Raihan could feel Ash pinching at his back.

“Im sorry to be so rude,” Ash’s voice was so sweet and polite, though the taller trainer knew the other wouldn’t like anything more than to hit the man over the head with a bat, “but it seems my boyfriend needs to tell me something.”

Oh, Raihan and Ash are going to do something that more than talking. But only once they fucking leave this stupid ballroom. “What G-men are guarding the doors?” Raihan bent down to whisper in Ash’s ear, feeling the tension in Ash’s shoulders easing with every step he lead them away from the mass of people.

“Every door like normal,” Ash hummed, eyes darting around before spotting a smaller door near the back where less people were gathered, “Cynthia and Malva have are backs, so we’re fine if we go missing for a few hours.” The lights above them made Ash’s eyes almost turn golden. The shorter trainer looked up at his love through his lashes. batting them prettily before lightly biting at his lips, the multiple tips of Ash’s pearly white fangs was a beautiful contrast to his red lips.

It took all of Raihans strength not to bend down and kiss Ash silly right in front of everyone right then and there. Arceus! The Gods are going to kill him one of these days because of how sexy and gorgeous Ash is. 

“Oh?” One of Raihans eyebrows raised up, “just ‘a few hours’?” He leaned down when they got to the back wall. All the while making sure he blocked Ash from any prying eyes.

“Baby boy,” Raihan growled, his lips ghosting across Ash’s lips with a small smirk when he felt Ash’s breath stutter and the other leaning up on his tip toes to chase of Raihans mouth, “I’m not going to be done with you after a ‘few hours’.”

Ash whined quietly and pitiful, one hand coming up to clench at one of Raihans lapels as the other dropped down to press against his own crotch. “Rai,” Ash’s needy gasp was like heaven to the others ears, “Raihan, please.” Raihans sweet, sweet Applin groaned quietly into the taller’s ears.

Smirking in victory at just how much he already got Ash worked up. Raihan curled an arm back around Ash’s waist before leading him to the small door and out into a secret hallway.

And if Raihan turned back enough to send a wink at mod of the Council on the second floor, then that was for him to know only. 

#wolfy answers #ashxraihan #ash/raihan #fangshipping #chairman rose #oleana #kabu #nessa #ash ketchum #gym leader raihan