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druddigoon · 3 years

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bede and gloria; late night confessions

[it’s been a while since i worked on this, i tried to finish this to something ao3-worthy but the muse is just not comin ;_; didn’t quite get to the meat of your prompt tho it’s still at 1.5k words and full of drunk shenanigans!]

Bede doesn’t know how he got here.

There’s something digging into his side, uncomfortable and wet (a log, some part of him helpfully supplies, before his thoughts sink into oblivion) as he half-squats, half-slumps onto the peat. Bioluminescent mushrooms pulse like strings of faerie lights at the edges of his periphery; he closes his eyes and feels the pleasant hum of television static against his bones, loose-limbed and sluggish.

“Bede. Hey.” Someone’s standing him, shaking him. Glor-Gloria? What’s the champion doing here? She’d had more pressing obligations to take care of than visiting him, right? Unless she was…

He sits bolt upright. “Training.”

“Hey. Bede no, you’re in no state to train.” She’s grabbing his shoulders, so irritably he shrugs her hands off. “Okay, fine. Haterenne, help me please?”

“Hissssss.”

“I know, it’s my fault, you can hate me for this later. Could you teleport him to Opal before he pukes on me?”

“I won’t puke on you.” He attempts to stand up, wobbles, and relocates onto the log, looking up at her like he only intended to shift his seat all along. “Just...don’t say a word of this to Opal, she doesn’t know I’m rende...rendezvu...meeting you for training at night.”

Gloria makes a face like a goldeen, open-mouthed and slack-faced, before reeling herself in, blowing her bangs out of the way in exasperation. “What’re we going to do then?”

“Train.” The log is awfully comfortable.

She throws her hands up, stalking a ways away into the undergrowth. “Fine, you win. Hatterene, he’s yours now.”

“Rene.”

“This’ll wear off,” he insists after her. “Besides, we still have an entire night. It’s only--”

--Three in the morning.

He knows this because it’s a routine ingrained into his internal body clock, reinforced by Sylveon sitting at his bedside and repeatedly probing him in the cheek. She dodges the togekiss sleep mask he flings at her, mewling incessantly from her safe space behind his rarely-used study desk as he fumbles the blanket off himself.

Check surroundings. Judging by the iron klefki wards she hung in front of her door every night, Opal’s asleep across the hall; woman can sure sleep like the dead when she wants to. It’s quiet, empty. The portobellos growing on the kitchen walls ebb with the faint chartreuse of early morning. He pulls on his gear as quickly and quietly as possible, recalling Sylveon into her ball before climbing out his bedroom window.

Despite most of the Ballonlea population being asleep, the Glimwood Tangle is teeming with activity: impidimps chittering from the trees, the echoing croons of hatterene in the distance, a male indeedee wandering around collecting swathes of amanita--most likely for some courtship ritual. He’s been gym leader for nearing six months now, and they no longer saw him as an intruder on their turf. The oranguru that always meditates underneath a wisteria-choked tree barely gives him the side eye as he passes.

At the edge of the faerie ring, in their designated meeting location, he finds the Champion resting between the boughs of a tree.

She’s already noticed him, of course--squirrelly, quick-eyed and observant, Challenger Bede had scribbled in his league-issue notepad, where he kept track of rivals and how to counter them--and he watched out of the corner of his eye as she made her way down, landing like it’s all she’s known, to fall and pick herself up.

“The usual?” He prompts.

“Nope.” Something clinks in her tired leather bag as she straightens herself. “I was thinking of having a battle today. Haven’t had one outside a boring league stadium in weeks.”

He makes a noise at the back of his throat reserved for when the region’s champion calls million-dollar, painstakingly designed entertainment buildings “boring”. Then again, Gloria never cared much for the stark geometry of commercial buildings.

“But first. I brought something.” After rifling through her bag, she produces a jar of clear fluid with more flourish than she ever showed in her league battles, handing it to him.

He unscrews the lid for a whiff and immediately regrets it. “Don’t tell me you smuggled alcohol all the way from Wyndon.”

“Aren't you legal?”

“Yes, I am. You aren’t.” Hatterene take him if Opal caught him in a hangover the next morning. At least Gloria had her own condo.

“It’s only illegal if they catch you.” She replies, and Bede would agree wholeheartedly on any other day, if not for his desperate need to retain the vestiges of self-control slipping through his fingertips. Before he could protest, she takes the jar, tips it back to take a sip, then returns it to him.

He supposes he’s not a stranger to alcohol. While Rose never greeted him in-person, Bede had attended fancy meet-ups with potential patrons on behalf of the man (Galar loves a good rags-to-riches story, Oleana always told him) and let himself enjoy a flute or two of champagne on corporate dime.

One sip. Surely nothing would come of one sip.

“Alright,” he relents, “I suppose it’ll take more than a--

--Couple swallows in and he’s starting to feel lightheaded, the tips of his fingers strangely numb like that one time he accidentally stuck them into Gardevoir’s moonblast. Damn Opal and her “fairy boot camp”, he could bet on his favorite soap opera that no other trainer got their leg tied to their pokemon and forced to three-leg a batt--

“Drink.” Gloria orders, pushing the empty mason jar she refilled with water up to his lips. It tasted slightly viscous when he drank and...how did she get this anyways? Was it from her golisopod? Was he drinking bug spit?

“Bede. About your. Uh.”

“We’ve disgus...discussed this to death already. I didn’t mean. Anything with the finalist speech. It was the heat of the moment, I was focused, and you were all that was on my mind--”

“--So you were thinking about me then?”

“What?”

“Anyways,” she continues uneasily, “Could you recall Hatterene? She looks like she wants to tear me to shreds with her mind.”

“Oh.” He glances back and, sure enough, Hatterene is right behind him, every strand of hair bristling with psychic energy. “Hattie, behave. You’re better than this.”

Hatterene trains the brunt of her attention to him, and there’s the low before a tidal wave, thrumming in his skull like a shotgun blast before she presses her pokeball and enters it with a huff.

He hears an audible exhale from Gloria in the ensuing silence. “I haven’t heard you call her ‘Hattie’ in a long time.”

“Old habit.” She’s long outgrown it now, but he still remembers her as a hatenna small enough to fit within the cradle of his arms, the outlier of the batch Macro Cosmos had donated to his orphanage. Most likely a breeding reject--too smart for her own good, too ill-behaved and unruly to be championship material--because nobody liked a pawn that didn’t follow orders. He knew how it went. “My younger self’s nicknaming skills left much to be desired.”

They’ve come a long way since then.

“That’s sweet,” she says, and normally Bede would bristle at a challenge to his dignity, but today his limbs are sluggish and the bottomless pit of hatred he’d often found himself visiting seemed strangely empty.

"You were friends since you were young," Gloria clarifies, "And she obviously cares for you a lot--I've heard most hatterenes are as misanthropic as psychics come. It's nice that you've managed to keep it strong through your gym challenge."

"Gloria..."

"What's done is done though. I'm Champion, he's a researcher, and you're drunk out of your mind." When Bede sputters in response, she tips the jar of water in his general direction. He's forced to catch it so she doesn't spill the entirety of the contents on his clothes.

Definitely bug spit. But if this is the fix to the pressure building behind his eyes then he may as well take it. Even if that damn taste--

--is not at all what he expected: medicine-grade and overpowering, a hyper beam to his sinuses so powerful it forces him to tears. If this thing is safe to drink, the only reason would be because no bacteria would bear to live in it. He manages to swallow purely by willpower, refusing to spit it out in front of Gloria; whatever face he saves is instantly destroyed when she bursts out laughing at his expression.

“I’m sorry,” she says, not sorry at all. Bede stares intensely at a cluster of mushrooms metres away and prays it’s too dark to catch the blood rushing to his face. “I thought-I thought you’d take it better. Maybe I overestimated you.”

“And should I be under the assumption you’re a heavyweight drinker?”

Gloria shrugs in lieu of an answer. “Leon always brought some kind of new wine or liquor when he visited home, and shared some of it with Hop. Hop shared some of it with me.”

Unbelievable. And to think Leon was lauded as a children’s role model. Bede resists the urge to rub away a phantom headache.

#drudwrites #prompt fill #bederia #bede pokemon #gloria pokemon

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miraclelevellan · 4 years

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Pokemon/3 houses au?

So obviously the trainer is Byleth,since what Pokemon protagonist isnt an emotionless piece of cardboard?

There are two professors for the region. Hanneman researches whatever Mega/Z/Dyna the game has going on and why it happens. Manuela is the one who asks you to fill the Pokedex(and if you find her a man along the way,all the better). Linhardt is their assistant,who sometimes pops up to be annoyed at the fact they send him out to do research instead of sleeping.

Leonie is Byleth's rival,and she actually chooses the starter you are weak to. Along with having perfect pokemon and covering her weaknesses. Petra and Felix also serve as rivals,Petra traveling the land with a Braveriy and Felix with an Aegislash.

Rhea is the Champion,and the Gyms are treated by some of pilgrimage instead of you know. Just being there like most games. Her ace pokemon is obviously a Dragon type.

The Elite Four are Catherine/Electric type,Shamir/Dark,Seteth/Dragon and Alois/Steel.

Flayn is the Nurse Joy of the game,somehow showing up at every Pokemon Center to heal your Pokemon. She can be fought post game and uses mostly Flying and Fairy types. I feel like Togekiss is her signature pokemon.

Edelgard and Hubert are the villian team of the game and they go around taking away people's ability to Mega/Z/Dyna. Their reasoning is that Megas and Dyna are damaging to pokemon,or Z moves cause weird changes in the environment. Though keeping in line with Edelgard's somewhat hypocritical nature,she uses Mega/Z/Dyna to get her way.

Edelgard uses Steel and Dark pokemon,and Hubert uses Dark and Posion.

Ferdinand works for Edelgard but isnt aware of the lengths she will go to get what she wants. He uses Fire and Dark pokemon. He keeps up the good image of Edelgard's group,since he is both pretty and charming.

Marianne runs the pokemon day care along with Ignatz and Raphael. Ignatz seems to connect with some of the quiter pokemon while Raphael is around to help wrestle some of the bigger pokemon if they get to rough.

Lorenz and Lystheia are Gym Leaders. Lorenz takes great pride in his Posion pokemon,his signature being Roselia and later Roserade. Lystheia uses Psychic pokemon,hence her fear of Ghosts. And I feel like Espeon fits her well enough.

Caspar and Dorothea are gym Leaders as well,Caspar sort of trying to fight everyone who even comes close to his gym. And Dorothea uses her stadium as an Opera Hall. Caspar uses Fighting types and a Lucario as his signature. He thinks it's cool looking. Dorothea uses Fairy and a Gardevior as both her pokemon and to perform with.

Dimitri runs a pokemon care center for lost or abandoned pokemon. Pokemon are terrified of him,except for Ghost pokemon who never leave him alone. So he has Ashe and Dedue deal with most of the pokemon

He just wanted to help,even if most pokemon can't stand being around him. He also helps fund Marianne's daycare.

The only pokemon to let Dimitri around him is a shiny Evevee who he keeps in the hood of his cape and the Evevee likes to torment Sylvain and his Houndoom.

Dedue uses an Abamasnow,which Dimitri's Evevee hides in its leafage and pops out to attack Sylvain whenever he walks by.

Ashe uses a Gallade and they are the most head turning pair to walk along the town's helping out anyone who needs it.

Ingrid travels with Ashe,helping people and finding hurt pokemon to send to Dimitri's care center.

Annette runs the care center,which also doubles as a school for children. She does this alongside Mercedes,who helps tend and care for the pokemon.

Sylvain and Mercedes are the Gym leaders for Fargehus. Sylvain uses Fire pokemon and Mercedes uses Normal pokemon. Mercie uses a Blissey as her ace pokemon and it is adored by children and other pokemon. While Sylvain's Houndoom does whatever it can to torment and embarrass it's owner.

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