#pokemon memory patch au

[changbunnies]

After The Rain With You (18+)

♡ Pairing: Farm Boy!Changbin x Princess!Reader

♡ Genre: royal au, historical au, fluff, initially intended to be light angst but i got carried away with emotion like i did with the minho fic lol, forbidden love (i cannot help myself with this trope it seems), sad / bittersweet ending :') (i'm sorry !!)

♡ Word Count: 13.8k (this was intended to be under 10k but here we are lmao oops)

♡ Summary: Y/N, a princess bored and lonely, craved nothing more than to experience the world outside of the familiar 4 walls of her bedroom in the castle. Conjuring her bravery, she snuck out of the castle walls, eventually meeting a man that would change her life forever; Changbin, a local farmer who didn't realize she's the princess, formed a close relationship with her that ineveitably turned into a budding romance. But now, met with her last moments of freedom, she prepares herself to have one final sweet moment with him before they are torn apart.

♡ Warnings: references to a parent being deceased, discussions of feeling trapped and alone, strict toxic parenting

♡ Smut Warnings (contains spoilers): reader is not a virgin during the smut scene in this but it is implied changbin is the only person they've ever had sex with, petnames (sweetheart, darlin', good girl and other gendered language), lots of kissing, marking (including biting), loose dom/sub dynamics, nipple play, oral (f receiving), unprotected piv, multiple orgasms, creampie, pretty self indulgent ngl lol

♡ Notes: i got the title from a short pokemon novel, iykyk. this was intended to be finished before the new year, but instead it's my first fic of 2024 and i hope you enjoy! as always you can read the story on my ao3 here, and if you're interested you can also check out my fic rec and feedback blog @stray-dreams

♡ Disclaimer: please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people.

Freedom; something simple in definition, but not in practice, those in high positions of power always holding it out of the reach of those below them who yearn for it. It's intangible in concept, something you will never be able to see with your own eyes or grab with your own hands, but it was something you always yearned for, more than anything- and in the short time you had it, it was pure bliss.

You never considered yourself a rebellious girl, always dutifully listening to your elders, commiting manners and elegance to memory, never questioning the role you'd one day be made to accept. But in the past year, you'd found yourself having a bit of a rebellious streak- in secrecy, of course, because you knew very well that there'd be consequences to pay should she find out.

It's not that you ever hated being the princess, or that you dreaded the responsibility you held to your kingdom- you just wish you'd been given more freedoms. Freedom to speak your mind, freedom to feel the grass beneath your feet and the sun's rays on your skin whenever you wished, freedom to explore, to make mistakes, to learn and grow and love the way everyone else in the world but you seemed allowed to do. 

For years, there'd been a blindspot in the castle's defenses, a small patch of broken wall that guards were never ordered to defend or monitor closely, as the country had not seen war or received threat from neighboring countries in your entire lifetime. "We'll repair it someday," your father always said before his passing, though it never came to fruition. It was not because he passed that the wall never received construction, but simply because your parents always preferred to delegate funds to something more pressing than a relatively small breach in the outer walls of the castle.

Sure, the hole was unsightly when noticed, but it was outside line of sight for the townsfolk, and much too small to accommodate an army through- one person at a time, maybe two if you squeezed, could fit through at most. Apart from that, the fact that your father never used taxes to pay towards selfish things such as unnecessary castle repair gained your family high favor, with most commoners considering your father to be the kindest king the country had in centuries.

During the time your father was still alive, you often walked the streets as a family, talking to the commoners regularly and enjoying your time out on the town together, and you remember how it always felt like you were as normal a family as any other, too young to realize there was any difference between you and them. You can still remember how your mother smiled then, when she held your hand while your father held the other, the townsfolk always doting on you, and how cheerfully your every day had been spent.

Your mother was quite different now; she never smiled anymore, and when she did it felt so.. forced, sad. Like your father took a piece of her joy with him when he went, and she was unable to reclaim it. And it was at that time, when she took on all of the king's responsibilities by herself, that she'd begun to treat you differently. Stricter on your studies, never allowing you to step foot outside the castle, shutting down any talk of letting you out on the town or interacting with anyone outside the castle's walls.

And now the whole kingdom, who considered you to be the country's most beloved princess, could scarcely remember what you looked like; and even those who could remember would likely no longer recognize you. You were a child when you were last allowed outside, and now you were a grown woman, still confined by her mother's strict rules.

Despite the reclusive life you were forced into, many of the commoners still thought of you fondly- at least according to word of mouth from the castle's maids and knights. You were the daughter to a king and queen that were practically revered as saints, and many imagined that the reason you were always holed up within the castle was because you were studying dutifully, imagining that when you came to power someday, you'd be just as benevolent, kind, and intelligent of a ruler as your father was.

You certainly intended to live up to those expectations, because as stated, you don't hate being the princess by any means. You recognize that you have privilege, responsibility, and that people put their pride and faith in you even now, before you've ever even come close to touching the throne. But all that being said, it didn't stop your heart from wanting just a little bit more out of your life.

Simply put, you found it incredibly dull sitting inside the castle all day, the same lessons being reiterated day in and day out, as if you didn't already have them memorized by the age of 10. Eventually, your mother realized you had no further need for a tutor, and requested that the woman in charge of your education stop coming, but that didn't mean your afternoons suddenly became enjoyable; quite the opposite in fact. 

The joy you initially held over no longer having to spend your afternoon listening to the same drivel you'd heard countless times from a pedantic old woman evaporated with the realization that even without a tutor to occupy for time, you'd still be stuck in the castle all day long. Your mother never permitted you to leave, even if you promised you'd stay close to the knights that would accompany you, pleaded with her to let you do something other than sitting inside all day. 

But still, her stance on the matter never changed. You'd begun to resent her sentiments, to hate that you were stuck with nowhere to go and nothing to do. The country wasn't under any threat, your fathers death was an unfortunate accident, and as far as you knew you were well loved, so what did she need to be so protective for? Especially now, when you weren't even a child anymore; you just couldn't understand.

You’d spend your days staring out your window listlessly, wondering what the grass on the horizon would feel like beneath bare feet. It’s a shame that you don’t know; you were always scolded for taking your shoes off if you weren’t within your own room, and besides that, the ground is littered with dirt and cobblestone all the way up to the gates of the town, which you had never gone past. Shouldn’t your youth be full of experiencing things like this? Why couldn’t you explore now and then settle down in the castle later in life? It didn’t feel fair that you were so clueless about the basic truths of the world, and instead had your brain filled to the brim with knowledge of etiquette and politics.

It was with those thoughts in mind that you planned to find the answers to all your questions and sate your endless curiosities by sneaking through the hole in the castle walls that had gone unattended to. After the first time you successfully snuck out to experience all you’d been missing (which took months of diligent watch and preparation to ensure you wouldn’t be spotted from a distance by patrolling knights), you’d slowly made your way further and further away from the castle, testing the limits of how far you could make it each day, gauging how long it would take for someone to notice your absence. To your delight, because you spent most of your days alone in your room, no one seemed to notice you’d ever been gone as long as you made it back before dinner was to be served.

And so, you'd stay out until sunset, exploring the town you'd grown to only ever see from your window, making sure to wear the least expensive looking gown in your wardrobe, doing your best to blend in with the commoners. Thankfully, the task was easier than you'd expected given that none of the townsfolk had seen you up close since you were a small girl. You were perhaps strange in behavior as compared to them, given how much you questioned what was around you, but certainly not one person suspected you were the princess- just a sheltered, perhaps eccentric, young woman.  

As you became more comfortable, and got closer to the town gates with each passing day, your excitement would grow exponentially; the world beyond the gates was so foreign to you, even more so than the town itself had been. From your bedroom window, the fields that lied beyond the town gates appeared so miniscule, and you only knew what lied beyond because you’d been told about it, not because you’d seen it for yourself.

It was this determination to discover what lied beyond your limited world view that lead you to meet the man who'd come to hold your heart for the first time. You remember how your heart raced when you first approached the town gates, how your eyes darted to every corner to try to take in every minute detail.

The cobblestone became sparse, leaving nothing but dirt road to walk on, the wheels of countless carriages and horses hooves indented in the path, leading both to and away from town. You’d been told numerous times that beyond this point lies the farms that fueled the town with their food, and resources such as leather and wool to create clothing, blankets, and the upholstery on your furniture. And for the first time in your entire life, you were about to see it all up close with your own eyes, instead of vaguely from your bedroom window.

You knew their work was vital to the prosperous existence of your country, and you’d always found yourself wanting to know what it was like, to learn about how the world works not from a dull lecture or written text, but to experience it yourself, to truly understand the lives of the people you would one day govern beyond what you’d been told. To say you had a curious mind was perhaps an understatement; you were always full of curiosity about the world around you, but simply being told about the world wasn’t enough for you to be satisfied. 

To experience with your own eyes, to feel with your own hands- that was what being alive was truly about, wasn’t it? You didn’t feel your life was meant to be spent wasting away in your room until the day you became useful. If you spent your youth seeing the world, learning about it from your own lived experiences, wouldn’t that make you a better queen some day? To know the plight of the common man because you lived it for yourself? 

That’s what you wanted- the freedom to explore, to learn, to grow, and when the time was right, you’d accept your duty gracefully, and play the role you were meant to, but until then, there was nothing more you wanted than to feel the earth beneath your feet, to understand what a blessing it truly is to feel the warmth of the sun beaming down on your skin, to learn what it is that makes life beautiful to live. 

With a deep inhale to steady your racing heart, you took your first step outside the town gates, trying your best to not appear too nervous and draw undue attention to yourself. You conjured all the confidence you could muster into your steps, your short heels sinking into the pure dirt before you. It was a clear spring day, the sun welcoming you warmly, as if confirming that this was a decision you were meant to make, that following your heart and exploring the lush earth is what your true purpose was. 

You recall how different everything felt once you were fully outside the town- it was almost unbelievable how green, pretty and vibrant the outside looked when compared to the dull, monotonous grays and dirty browns you'd met with inside the town walls. And even the castle interior, while still pretty and not devoid of color like the town often seemed to be, still didn't compare to the nature that lied before you.

You saw children running through the grass without shoes, freely giggling as they play what you assume to be some sort of game, one you'd never had the chance to play. They were utterly carefree, and so full of life; how you wished you could be the same- just kick off your shoes and prance through the fields and the trees without a care in the world, with nothing to weigh you down. What a joy it must be, to live innocent and free, knowing nothing but laughter and love. 

You took time to admire naturally growing flowers, to lean down to carefully caress the petals, to feel the grass on your fingertips since you’re much too scared to actually take your shoes off despite how bad you’d have liked to. Following the road, past the sprawling fields where the children play, you eventually came to the occupied farm lands, and it was there, just before the fields turned into seemingly endless forest, that you met him for the first time.

His was the last farm for you to observe, and it held a surprise that made you positively gasp in delight; animals! You'd always thought the farm animals you’d seen in your books looked so cute, and you always wanted to feel their fur or feathers, wondering if they were truly as soft or as coarse as they were described to you. Was a sheep’s wool still soft before it was knit into a blanket, or woven into clothing? It was something you were endlessly curious about. 

However, you certainly knew better than to just waltz up to an animal that doesn't know you, and especially not one that is on someone else's land. So you settled for quietly observing them from outside the farm's sprawling gate, a huge smile on your face as you watched the animals graze. Even at your distance, it was still the closest you'd ever been to an animal other than a horse, and you simply couldn't get over how cute and soft they looked. Sheep, cows, chickens, ducks- all impossibly cute, and how you wished you could go and hug them.

You propped your arms up on the wooden fence, resting your head against them as you simply watched. It was almost funny how something so simple and normal to someone else's everyday life could instill such joy and wonder with you. And that's when you saw him; a single man walking out from his quaint cottage towards the back of the land, attending to the animals and filling up what you assumed to be their feed troughs.

His home, you noticed, was put together the same way most of the town was- with stone and clay, a simple but well constructed wooden door, and a decent sized chimney on the left that you were well aware was necessary to funnel out smoke from fireplaces in homes such as his. And it fascinated you how his home could look so different from yours when it was comprised of the same materials.

When put down simply to its parts, there was nothing that separated the castle from a commoner’s home other than the sheer size of it. Your mother would often tell you not to compare yourself, or the splendor of the castle to that of commoners or their homes, but you never saw any harm in doing so. 

You’re all human, and the only difference between you and them is that you were born into a royal family and they weren’t. You think she focuses too much on title, when to you title is worth nothing beyond a name. Still, while you recognize that while you aren’t different from anyone else in a biological sense, you are when it comes to status, and you wanted to use your privileged position for good when the time came, which is another reason you wanted to see the country for yourself, to put yourself in the shoes of the people and understand them. How can you be a good queen someday if you understand nothing of how the world truly works, or if every decision is fed to you from someone else? 

Really though you have to admit, apart from all the good reasons you had to sneak out, you equally had selfish ones. But was it so wrong to indulge your curiosity? You’ve tried many times to push aside your thoughts and to understand why you must stay solitary in the castle all day, but try as you might, this is all you want. To see, to experience, to feel; why was it only wrong for you to want that, and not for anyone else? Even if you’re the princess, you should still be allowed basic human freedoms- that’s what you believe, anyways.

You lost yourself in thought for a time, simply staring out at the scene of the man caring for his animals in front of you. You wondered if he was happy doing this everyday; was it monotonous, or did he take pride in it? Did he love his animals, or were they strictly the avenue he'd taken to provide for himself? You also wondered what you would be doing if you weren't the princess; would you be a farmer's daughter, spending all your days in the fields with the animals like he does? 

It was oddly fun to ponder on, to picture yourself leading a different life than one you'd led up to that point; maybe it was a form of escapism, and maybe you had more grievances with your upbringing than you'd let yourself believe at the time, but either way, a smile once again made its way to your lips as you pictured yourself feeling the fluffy wool of a sheep beneath your fingertips, as warm, soft, and comforting as a blanket in your imagination.

The man took notice of you after only a few moments, because realistically, how can he not notice a girl blatantly propped against his fence, staring at his land? He’s sure he doesn’t know you, doesn’t recognize you from any of the farming families that have homes adjacent to his, and he doesn’t go into town nearly enough to have made friends outside his small bubble. So who were you, and why are you staring at him like that?

"Do you need somethin', miss?" The burly man called out to you as he started to approach, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his arm. "O-Oh, uh, no, I apologize," you stuttered out, feeling instantly intimidated as he came closer; not because he was an intimidating person per se, because while his eyes are sharp, they also have a unique softness to them. It was his size that made you shrink back and feel small; you didn’t realize just how large the man was until he was practically face to face with you, and even the knights you’re met with daily, who undergo strict, intensive physical training, pale in comparison to the muscular physique of the man you in time came to know well.

You remember how he looked at you curiously, head tilting to the side as he watched you straighten your posture and take a step back from his fence. “I was just.. curious, about the animals. They’re very cute,” you explained and the man chuckled a bit, wiping his dirty hands on his worn trousers before stepping up to his fence. “I take it you’re from the town then? Can’t imagine you bein’ that curious about my animals otherwise,” he replied pleasantly, a warm, sort of prideful smile on his face. It confirmed his suspicions as well- you were definitely not someone he’s met before.  

"Yes, I've only ever seen them in books," you explained further, a bit timid now as you suddenly felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you. You were sure a commoner of your age would never be as fascinated by the animals as you were; they see them every day, it's a normal part of life for them. And you recall scolding yourself, really feeling that you needed to do a better job of hiding your lack of worldly experience when meeting new people so you'd stop having interactions like this. “I apologize again, I must appear very strange..”

“No need for that, sweetheart. I think it’s nice- I’m so used to bein’ around ‘em, that I don’t really stop and take it all in anymore. Reminds me of what I got, so thank you for that,” he replied kindly, his smile spreading an unfamiliar warmth through you in that moment. He was very, very kind, and you appreciated that he didn't judge you or find you to be a fool for your innocent curiosity.

"I could show you around, if you'd like. Let you meet them," he offered, and you positively beamed, though you really should have shown some restraint in the matter. "Could I really?" you couldn't help but ask eagerly, eyes sparkling with pure wonder and excitement at the prospect of seeing so many things you'd never encountered before up close. “Course, just come ‘round to the front, and tell me your name.” 

You yelled out your name as you eagerly turned and began to sprint (in quite unladylike fashion, you might add) to where you saw the gate to his property some time earlier. You could hear the man's laugh carry even as you ran (not advised in the shoes you were wearing, but you carried on nonetheless), stopping just in front of the small, modest gate. You waited for the kind man to catch up to you, not wanting to do anything rude or presumptuous by stepping onto his land without being specifically directed inside.

"You took off so fast, you didn't give me a chance to introduce myself," he laughed as he approached you again, and your face immediately flushed, embarrassed by your excitability over everything. "Name's Changbin," he introduced himself warmly after he opened the gate for you, and you smiled timidly, giving a polite bow after you crossed the border onto his property. “Pleasure to meet you, Changbin.”

"Likewise," he smiled as he closed the gate behind you, and it was then that your first true friendship began. In hindsight, it occurred to you that you should've given him a fake name, and while he did ponder on why your name seemed so familiar to him, he didn't ever appear to put together that you were the princess.

What was clear to him was that you were from a wealthy family; after all, that was the only explanation he could reach to decipher some of your "odd" behaviors. Your boundless curiosity, your utter excitement for the mundane, an unmatched passion for all the small things in life that he'd never seen before in anyone else. A light in your eyes as bright as the sun, filling him with warmth and adoration, your wonder and inquisitive nature both pure and infectious. 

He asked you once, what it is your family does, if being from the "high society" part of town near the castle is what made you live a sheltered life, why you seemed so (respectfully) clueless about things beyond the scope of inner-town workings and politics. You were surprised when he asked, and confirmed what he suspected, though you left out some of the very important details. After all, how could you tell him that the girl he's become friends with over the past few months, didn't just live near the castle- her home is the castle.

But you divulged what little you could, confided in him that your mother has high expectations of you, that she doesn't know you spend your days with him at his farm, that if she did know she certainly wouldn't approve, and he seemed to understand. While he may not be a high born man, he's no stranger to how haughty they can be, what with their superiority complexes and luxury goods, as if it's not working men like him that provide them with what they consume in the first place.

You weren't like that in the slightest- you were good, pure natured, with an infectious zest for life that he couldn't help but find his own joy in. Seeing you interact with the world, the happiness you gained from the simplicities in life, the wonder and curiosity you held for all things, both small and grand- it was a trait of yours he'd come to adore.

You learned from him just as much as he learned from you, and you truly reminded him how beautiful life is, how there is magic even in the mundane, what a gift it is to have, to be, and to feel. Changbin introduced you to so much, shared so many parts of his life, and you were truly the happiest you'd ever been, always looking forward to the next day you could go out and see him again.

"Have you ever ridden a horse?" he asked one summer afternoon when you were in stables together, you sat on a hay bale while you watched him care for Dolly, a beautiful, black and white dappled horse that belonged to his mother, whom she named such due to 'her mane being as beautiful as a porcelain dolls.' "Does being escorted in a carriage count?" you asked, and he laughed, shaking his head in amused disbelief.

"No, darlin', a carriage don't count," he said, smiling as you pouted ever so slightly. You were still a child the last time you were even in a carriage, given the fact that your mother never permits you to leave. You wondered what's more enjoyable; your memory of your last carriage ride is so faded, you wondered if you could even compare the experiences, were you to ever ride a horse.

As if sensing your thoughts, Changbin made an offer that once again made you beam, radiating joy and excitement. "I could teach you how. Or let you ride with me," he offered and you were eagerly nodding without a second thought, jumping straight to your feet. "I'd love that!" Changbin returned your smile, promising that once he got Dolly situated in a saddle, he'd take you for a ride while telling you everything he knows and answering any question you may have about it, no matter how small or seemingly silly and "common sense."

He helped you up onto her back, making sure you sat comfortably on the back of the saddle, both your legs dangling over one side of her body due to the fact that you were wearing a dress. Changbin got up onto the saddle with ease, carefully not to accidentally hit you with his leg while making his ascent. After he was settled in front of you, he instructed you to wrap your arms around his torso, as it takes time to become adjusted to the movement of the horse and naturally find your balance.

You wondered if he could feel your heart race when your chest was pressed against his back, how your palms grew sweaty from holding onto him, how your face flushed every time he called Dolly a "good girl", wondering what it'd be like if he said the same to you, if he praised you after he encouraged you or taught you something new.

But the more comfortable you got, the more he allowed Dolly to pick up speed, until she was going around the enclosed pen in a brisk trot, your arms squeezing Changbin as you giggle joyfully, feeling the wind brush by your ears and pull back your hair. It was so fun, so new, another experience Changbin granted you that you wouldn't otherwise have ever had the chance to have.

When you were finished, as the sun was beginning to set and it was time for you to get home, lest your mother send a maid to summon you for dinner and find you absent, he jumped off first, and then held out his hand to you, offering for you to take it, promising he'd make sure you got down safely.

And he did, letting you squeeze his hand as you made the unfamiliar leap off, his opposite hand coming to your back to ensure you were stable on your feet after you landed. His hand lingered even after it was apparent you were steady, and yours did as well, still holding onto his hand even though you no longer had need to. It felt as though there was a shift between you- both staring carefully at one another, a suggestion that you could be something more than this, that there was a connection beyond that of just friendship.

Slowly, with the same smile for you he always had, he pulled his hand away from your back, but didn't make you part from his hand, letting you hold it even as he walked you to his gate. And you felt a stutter in your heart, unlike any you'd ever felt before then, returning his smiles happily, your cheeks dusted pink even as you thanked him for the afternoon and bid him goodbye, every once in a while turning back just to him still watching you, offering a soft smile and wave each time your gazes met again.

Then, there was the time you were inside his chicken coops with him, Changbin having taught you much about how to properly care for the animals in your time near him. And after weeks of observation, you wanted to help, to really try your hand at it! You did well, for the most part- your error came when trying to get a hen away from a freshly laid egg.

You tried your best to follow Changbin's instructions carefully, but still, your inexperience was greatly apparent, and you ended up upsetting the poor thing. When she flew up in protest, it startled you, and you nearly fell backwards, but Changbin caught you, one of his strong arms wrapped around your back and holding you upright as if you weighed nothing at all.

You blinked up at him in surprise, face growing red as he asked if you were alright, your heart unexpectedly pounding. You muttered out an apology, voice much meeker than you wanted it to be, but he simply smiled, helping you steady yourself again to stand on your own, ensuring you that it wasn't your fault, and that he could tell you were genuinely trying your best.

"No one gets it right on their first try, don't be discouraged, you did good, sweetheart," he said, and the words somehow made your heart race faster, face growing even pinker. You were certain then- you liked him as much, much more than a friend. You wanted him to always praise you, to console you, to call you sweetheart in a way beyond platonic- to look at you romantically, to call you by such sweet names in a moment of love and passion.

When you returned home that day, lying in bed after finishing dinner and washing up, your thoughts were plagued by him- much more than they usually were, and in completely different contexts. How would his strong arms feel under your fingers while he held you up, supporting all of your weight as he took you in every way conceivable, across every surface of his home.

You'd had.. less than pure thoughts before of course, so it's not like this was new to you- what was new was having an explicit object of desire, someone you wanted to lie with, someone you imagined touching you everywhere, and you touching them and pleasuring them in equal measure.

There were many times you watched him work, sweat collecting on his forehead, dripping down his brow, his breath growing heavier with labor, his broad chest rising and falling quickly with exertion- would he look the same atop you? Body heavy between your legs, pressing you down, and God, you were driving yourself crazy thinking about it.

Changbin noticed, another summer day, sun high and hot, leaving him sweatier than usual, and your face hot and red (though for reasons beyond that of the sun beaming down on you.) "C'mon sweetheart, let's go inside. It's hot out here, ain't it?" he'd said, deciding it was time, for both your sakes, to take a well deserved break. You agreed, thankful beyond words he thought it was simply the sun making you a heated mess, and not how absolutely divine he looked chopping wood in preperation for when the weather would change in a month.

You sat on his sofa together, sipping on lemonade he made himself by hand, thankful to be out of the unforgiving sun (and to have something to focus on besides how attracted you were to him.) "You seem to be thinkin' a lot today. What's on your mind, sweetheart?" Changbin asked after it was quiet for a time, your cup of lemonade held in your lap as you stared off at unfixed location.

"I've.. come to like you quite a lot more than I expected. As more than a friend, I think," you answer honestly, though you don't expect him to do anything with your feelings. While he's your first real connection with someone, you're sure he's lived a full, experienced life. You feel there's no reason for him to like you as you like him, but still you told him, for you already hide enough about your life from him, and you don't want your thoughts and feelings to be one of those things you keep from him.

"I'm fond of you too. More than a friend, and more than you probably know," he replied with a soft smile, setting his empty cup to the side. You blinked, cheeks turning pink as you practically gaped at him. "Do you mean that? Sincerely?" you asked, heart thumping loudly as you too carefully set your cup aside. "I wouldn't lie to you darlin'. 'Specially not about matters of the heart," he responded earnestly, carefully moving closer to you.

You met him halfway, slowly, your eyes timidly meeting his as his hand comes towards you, resting heavy but soft on your cheek. "Tell me truly," he almost whispers, face coming close enough to yours to feel his breath tickle your skin, "Do you want to kiss me as badly as I want to kiss you?" "Yes," you breathed out, and not even a full second later, his lips were on yours, plush and soft, butterflies filling your stomach and truly, you couldn't ask for any greater joy than that moment.

You kissed a lot after that- in greeting and in parting, sweetly, slowly, carefully, sometimes even urgently, needily, passionately. You'd help him with as much of his daily work as you could manage, so he could finish faster and you could spend the rest of the afternoon holding one another close, hands exploring anywhere and everywhere, both eager, both seeking more and more and more, both indulging in the feeling of not just pleasure, but of closeness, intimacy beyond just the physical, the love and care you share for one another.

But as quickly as your happiness was obtained, it was taken away; unbeknownst to you, on an afternoon in early fall, shortly after breakfast, a knight had seen you squeezing through the hole in the castle's wall, eager to spend yet another day with Changbin. He didn't think you were sneaking out at first- he thought maybe he was just mistaken on what he saw, but when he stepped over, and it became clear that you were now nowhere to be seen, he had to inform your mother, as was his duty.

And there are truly no words to describe how devastated you felt when suddenly, as if from nowhere, countless knights were surrounding you, pleading with you to return to the castle, lest they have to drag you back by your mother's command. It became a spectacle in the street, commoners whispering amongst themselves as they tried to piece together what they were witnessing, and if the sweet, smiley girl they’d seen exiting and returning to town everyday for months was really the princess this entire time.

You felt as if your entire world was collapsing as they escorted you back home, your heart squeezing painfully in your chest, knowing your mother would be positively furious when your eyes next met. But no, she wasn’t just furious- she was livid, the angriest you’d ever seen her in all your years. You pleaded with her to understand, assured her that if you were truly going to run away from home and abandon your responsibility, then you wouldn’t have returned every single time you’d left. You didn’t want to be stuck here all day, every day, bored, alone, depressed, when there was an entire world out there to see, people to talk to, experiences to be had. You’d do everything expected of you as a princess, and later as queen, but please- just this one thing, allow me this one thing.

But no, your pleas fell on deaf ears, your mother completely dismissive of your feelings and unwilling to bend her iron rules. And so you once again became a prisoner inside your own room, tears streaming down your cheeks as you stared at the edge of town from your window, Changbin so near, yet impossibly far. Your mother didn’t know of Changbin, you didn’t tell her, nor would you ever, as things stand now- but how you wished you could tell her, “I’ve found love, and now I understand how truly a magical thing it is. I don’t want this to be the end of my joy.” 

Weeks passed, and while the pain never left you, you learned to manage it well enough, hopeful that you’d be reunited with Changbin someday soon. But then you saw them- carpenters, working diligently to fill the hole in the castle walls that you had repeatedly used for your daily escapes. The color drained from your face, your heart sinking into the very depths of your stomach. Your plan to simply be an obedient daughter long enough for your mother to lessen her watchful eyes on you, to one day again leave the castle once her constant vigil had relaxed, was being thwarted before it could ever truly begin. 

You anticipated to be in this act for the long haul, knowing very well it could take months, or even years, to rebuild your mother’s trust in you, but you’d never imagined she’d take away the very source of your hope mere weeks after confining you away to your room. To call a hole in the castle’s defenses your “hope” may seem foolish to most, but it was all you had- a symbol of escape, of life beyond these four walls that had become your permanent home. 

The day it was filled would be the day you’d lose everything; your freedom, your friendships, your joy, your hopes, your dreams, everything. Even as you are now, a canary trapped in her gilded cage, the promise that simple flaw in the walls gave you kept you going- the promise that someday, even if it was years and years from now, you’d be free again, doing what you loved most, being with who you loved most. 

You know your mother cares for you, she wants the best for you, and the loss of your father, the king, much too soon has deeply scarred her. She fears for you, she keeps you ever at arm’s length because she can’t bear for you to part from her, to leave her behind the way your father had, but surely this isn't the answer. Surely there was something better than this, something that didn’t necessitate you being a prisoner in your own home. 

Fear of loss and devastation ruled her life, made her trap you lest you decide to leave and never return, failing to realize that it was her very actions and treatment of you that gave those fears of hers room to become reality. But to know heartbreak is to know truest love, and even should loss plague your life, you will never regret having discovered love.

You had no desire to abandon your family, your kingdom, or run from your responsibilities, but if that was the only way to be free, if there was no other conceivable way to experience life’s joys and warmth, then.. What else was there for you to do? Ironic, how your mother had unwittingly created a self-fulfilling prophecy when she forbade you from living a life of your own, her own actions resulting in the very outcome she feared most of all.

You have to do something, anything, now, before it’s too late, and you are left with nothing but the fleeting memories of the man you hold so dear. You bide your time, waiting until nightfall when the carpenters have left for the night to make your move. Your mother has posted knights to the spot now, instructed to keep a watchful eye should you try again to leave the premises, but you think with the right timing, you can slip out unnoticed. 

There’s a small window of time where, when the knights standing guard rotate shifts, the hole in the castle’s walls will have no one standing in front of them. It’s risky, and if you’re too slow you’ll be spotted by the new knights taking over for the ones who departed, but it’s the only chance you have, so you need to take it. As soon as the knights previously keeping watch over the area get far enough away, you dart for the breach in the castle. The hole is definitely smaller than it was before, but you still manage to squeeze past just fine, with seconds to spare before you hear the sounds of the new knights approaching, luckily having not noticed anything amiss.

The streets are much different at night, the subtle illumination from the candles in the surrounding buildings hardly enough to point you in the right direction. You look to the horizon instead, hoping that the dark line of trees on the horizon will be enough to guide you to the gate leaving town. Some who notice your desperate run call out, concern evident in their voice, but you can’t stop for them, can’t stop until you’ve made it to Changbin’s side. And though it is not without struggle, you do, eventually, thankfully, find your way out of the town.

You’re panting, chest heaving as your heart pounds and your lungs desperately try to suck in air once you’ve made it completely outside the town gates- but still, you aren’t where you need to be, so you can’t stop yet. Pushing yourself to your very limits, even as your legs scream at you and harsh cold pricks your skin, you can finally make out Changbin’s land in the tree-lined horizon. Reaching the gate to his property, you push it open in haste, taking hardly any steps past the threshold before you collapse to your knees, the ache and exhaustion refusing to be ignored any further. 

You bring a hand to your heart, taking a few seconds to calm yourself and breathe before you attempt to rise back to your feet, but your legs refuse the action, much too weak to support you beyond what they’ve already done. It’s good enough, you suppose; they’ve carried far, with much more urgency than you’d ever thought possible, and now you’re right here, so close to where you need to be- and despite being a princess, you’re not above crawling your way over to Changbin’s door if you must.

Once more, you try- and though weak, and unsteady, you are able to rise once more. You can’t run, can hardly even walk as sore and as exhausted as your legs are, but they carry you as far as they can, recognizing the urgency you feel, aiding you as much as it can in your last, desperate effort. Your throat is dry, it hurts, but you call out Changbin’s name regardless, hoping he’s awake, hoping he hears you, hoping he’ll wrap his arms around you, kiss you, console you, even if it’s just this one last time.

It’s been over a month since the last time Changbin saw you, and there’s so many questions he can’t help but ask himself, that he wishes he could ask you, so he didn’t spend all his hours distracted with worry and self-doubt. There had been gaps in the time you spent together before, but never for this large of a duration of time- a week usually at most. Did he do something wrong the last time you were together? Or did your strict mother finally learn of your deceit, and now made you keep away, unable to return to his side though you may have wished to? 

He just wishes he knew for certain what it is, so that even if he was saddened, he did not have to have his mind consumed by what-if’s and uncertainties. There was a time, even, where he considered going into town and asking of you, but he was worried that doing so would only create more problems for you if the wrong person caught word of his inquiries. So all he could was wait- wait, and hope, that you would return again before year’s end, and that he would have the answers he so desperately craves to his questions.

Most of all, he just hopes you’re well; you’d expressed more than once that you loved your life and your family, you just didn’t want to feel trapped. You wanted to have choices, to feel like your thoughts and opinions matter, to be allowed to live as most other people do when you are not burdened with work. Whenever you spoke of home, he always found it unfair, and he felt for you- you loved your mother, dearly, but he could see how you struggled with her rules, how sadness lingered in your eyes and resent bubbled up within you despite how you tried to not feel such things. 

And though he understood why you could not, he wished at times that you could simply stay with him- to not have to depart the moment the sun began to sink, to lie in bed with him all night, to have breakfast and dinner together, to live without worry together. He’d work hard for you, even harder than he does now, and it’d be worth it to see you smile at him as you always do, so bright and full of light, keeping each other company on your loneliest days and nights. 

Changbin sighs, exhaustion plaguing him as he sits before the small fire he has going in his living room, head falling back against his sofa. He hasn’t slept well these past few nights- he just can’t help but think of you at all hours, and every time he closes his eyes to sleep, he’s met with the image of you. It keeps him up, though not all his thoughts of you are plagued by unpleasant worry- sometimes it’s simply just the image of you smiling or laughing, and he feels nothing but warmth, even as he is reminded how much he truly misses you. 

Should you never return again, for whatever reason that may be, he doesn’t think he would ever regret having known you and given his love to you. Short-lived though your romance may be in the grand scheme of his life, and all the years he may be blessed to live, it was of the utmost importance, and he’d be remiss to let those memories become tarnished or devalued. You reminded him of how much joy there is in life, how grateful he is to have what he does, how much beauty there is in even the smallest of things. 

Another sigh leaves his lips as he lifts his head, rubbing carefully at his weary eyes- he should probably try to rest soon, though he feels sleep will likely stay out his reach for some time after his head hits the pillows. He stands from the sofa, preparing himself to extinguish the fire and head to bed, when he hears a strange, unfamiliar sound from outside his door. A thud, almost- as if something with a not insubstantial amount of weight thumped to the ground. 

It couldn’t be his logs- he knew the sound of falling logs well enough to recognize the distinct sound made when one toppled, and often times when one fell, more followed. This was unlike that entirely, only one sound followed by silence, and the sound itself was still too dense to be one of his pieces of chopped wood. The sound felt more.. concentrated; an animal perhaps? And if it was an animal, he couldn’t let it go ignored- especially not if it was one of his own. 

As Changbin steps closer to his door to investigate the sound, he hears something else entirely unexpected- a frail voice.. your voice..? Rushing to his door now, he opens it in haste, eyes darting to find the source of what he heard. And there, he sees you, collapsed to the ground before him, looking up at him with a mix of relief, exhaustion, and anguish. “Y/N-” he gasps as he leans down to you, concern evident in his voice and expression, hands reaching out to touch you and shit, your body is freezing; you are woefully ill dressed for the fall chill, and who knows how long you’ve been out in it with nothing but your dress. 

Quickly, he picks you up, carrying you inside and using his foot to kick the door shut behind him. “Just sit here a minute,” he says as he sits you down on the sofa, rushing to his room to grab all the blankets and pillows he can carry. He prepares a sort of makeshift bed on the floor in front of the fireplace, laying down a couple blankets and pillows, with the intention to have you lay by the fire and spread some much needed warmth through your chilled body. 

Changbin scoops you back up when he’s satisfied with his work, very carefully laying you down a close (yet safe) distance to the fire, nestling beside you after and laying an additional blanket over your bodies. He has so many questions, his mind is racing, but they can wait- making sure you’re not going to suffer frostbite is of much more importance. He lets you use him for warmth, not complaining a bit when your cold limbs tangle with his, letting you sap his warmth and take it for your own. 

He brings his hands to your face, warming your cold cheeks in his palms, looking you over carefully. You looked unhurt, thankfully- he has no idea what you’ve gone through, but he’s glad you’re here now, and looking well, all things considered. “Do you want to tell me what’s happened?” he asks softly, pushing the fallen hair away from your eyes, letting him meet your gaze without obstruction. You swallow down your bubbling emotion, wanting to be clear and concise, to leave no room for confusion or error. 

“My mother is very strict, as you know.. She enforced her rules more harshly after she discovered how I’d been spending my time. I had to sneak out again just to be here,” you answer, and his brows furrow. “Again..? Have you been sneaking out to see me all this time?” he asks, and you nod, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Changbin knew your mother had strict rules, he knew she didn’t approve of her daughter meeting with those of lower class, but that wasn’t the extent of it? 

This whole time, he thought your lie to your mother was simply that you exited town- not that you left home entirely. He was under the impression that you were still allowed out on the streets, at the very least; not that you were caged up inside all day like some sort of bird. But this.. This was outrageous, cruel. To not let your daughter out of the house at all? That’s what you’d been dealing with this entire time? 

Relationships with parents are complex, but he almost can’t even believe you still love her after all this, that you still want to uphold whatever ambitions it is that she has for you; if it were him, he doesn’t think he could stand it. He followed in his parents footsteps because he wanted to, not because he was forced to. And he doesn’t imagine you’d be much different from him in that regard; naive though you may be at times, you had a strong sense of responsibility, and were intelligent in matters he was clueless on, a completely different kind of intellect from his own. 

“You can stay with me,” he wants to say, “I’ll never make you do a single thing you don’t want to do, you’ll always be respected and happy.” But he knows you’d refuse, your sense of pride in yourself and responsibility simply too strong to abandon just because of one obstacle, harsh though that obstacle may be. In equal measure, you don’t think you could ever ask him to stay with you. How much would he have to give up to be with you? 

You don’t want to ask that of him- to make him give up his home and all he holds dear just to be stuck in the castle with you. He doesn’t even know you’re the princess in the first place. And though you love him, it’s painfully apparent that you’re in two separate worlds that may not be destined to converge though you wish them to. “I don’t want this to be the end,” you say, hot tears finally starting to fall as you the emotion unleashes itself from the depths of where you’d pushed them down, “I don’t want this to be the last time I see you.”

God, Changbin feels like his heart is shattering. It’s so painful to see you reduced to this, you who is always so bright and vibrant in her joy, brought low to tears and heartache. Why must you endure this? Does your mother truly not understand how much pain she causes you but not allowing you to simply live? “Don’t think like that. If you say it’s the end, then it will be,” he whispers, the pain in his own voice evident despite how he tries to hide it behind a mask of strength for your sake.

The tears flow from your eyes and you let him rub them away with his thumb, letting him fill your head with impossible, sweet promises. Your whole life was clouded in dreadful, dreary rain, and there’s nowhere you wanted to be more after the rain than with Changbin. What a ray of sunshine he was, even without intending to be- the light that illuminated your otherwise dark existence. And how painful it was to know that come morning, it would all become nothing but a memory from your youth. 

You lean forward to kiss him, tears continuing to leak from the corners despite having your eyes closed now. You want to tell him “I love you” but you fear that saying so will only make the act of parting that much harder and painful. You fear that no matter how much time passes, the name of your first love will forever be written in your heart, that you will never stop loving him even should you lead lives separate from one another. And still, you have no regrets, because for a time you felt truest joy and love, and what a gift it was to share with him. 

Taking his hands from your face, he pulls you closer, your entangled limbs being woven together more complexly, your torsos now completely flushed to one another, his arms wrapped around and holding you tight, as if lessening his hold on you would cause you to dissipate. And perhaps you will disappear, but not now- not while he has you like this, not when you are where you long to be most. Your tears slow, eventually receding completely as your lips touch. 

If this is truly your last moment together, you have decided you will not spend it wallowing in sorrow- you will enjoy all you can, you will memorize every detail, you will etch it in your very soul. “Are you warm enough?” Changbin asks after he separates from you, but still close enough that his breath lingers on your lips. “Could be warmer,” you answer and he chuckles softly, kissing you again, his hands roaming down the expanse of your body, to your hips. 

“Want me to add more to the fire?” he asks, a playful lilt in his voice as he knows that’s not what you’re insinuating. While you normally speak quite openly and honestly, you become.. meek within intimate moments. Changbin always finds it incredibly cute, how you dance around what you mean, waiting for him to get the hint and give you what you want. He always gets the hint, but it’s fun to see your blush grow hotter, to see you stumble with your words when he plays dumb about what you mean, or purposely misunderstands just to make you state what you want clearly. 

“It certainly wouldn’t hurt, but..” you trail off, chewing on your lip nervously as you meet his eyes again. He raises his brow but says nothing, smiling patiently as he waits for you to speak your mind. What a menace, you think, he always does this when he realizes you want to be intimate with him. However, he doesn’t intend to waste too much time making you flustered and teasing; it’s just.. if this is the last time like you seem to believe, then he wanted to see it again now, before the opportunity was lost to him. 

“I’ve missed you a lot, you know. I want you to touch me,” you finally answer and he coos, furthering the embarrassment you feel as heat rushes to your face. But better than being cold like you were earlier, you suppose; maybe you should welcome his teasing, since it never fails to make your face and body hot. “You missed me, darlin’? I missed you too,” he smiles, kissing your face, your lips, your jaw, your neck, “thought about you every damn day.” 

His low voice near your ear makes you shudder, his soft kisses down your neck, to your shoulder, furthering the feeling. You never let him mark your skin, afraid of what consequences would come from your mother finding out what you’d been doing, but you’re tempted to let him tonight- if you’re going to be punished regardless, why not be selfish, go out with a display? “Binnie, leave a mark on me, please,” you shamelessly plead, using the nickname you know he loves to hear you speak. 

Changbin lifts his head from your shoulder, meeting your gaze with uncertain excitement. God, he’d love to, but.. “Are you certain? What of your mother?” he asks carefully, pushing your hair behind your neck to expose more of your skin. He may be apprehensive out of concern, but the minute you make it clear you have no reservations, he’s obliging without restraint, giving you everything you ask- anything you want, you’ll have it. 

“I don’t care what she thinks anymore, I want her to know that I.. have someone I love,” you answer sincerely, and he smiles, his heart feeling like it’s expanding in size. “You love me?” he asks, and you return his smile as you nod, because though you were scared to tell him, you are glad you did. His reaction to the information was completely worth it, his eyes sparkling with deep emotion and fondness for you. 

“I love you too. More than you probably know,” he says, mirroring what he said when he confessed that he liked you too, and he lets you pull him into a kiss, your affection radiating. There’s a soft giggle that escapes him, not being able to help how giddy your love makes him feel, how you love him despite what people in your life expect from you. If he could, he’d assure them all how well he’d take care of you, how he’d make sure you never suffered a day in your life because of him. He suspects your mother doesn’t care much about your happiness, but if she did, if she gave him the chance to prove it, he wouldn’t rest until he gave you the entire world, until she could see your love as true. 

You lay your head back to the pillows, tilting it comfortably so that Changbin has more access to your skin. His breath warms you, and you all but tremble with anticipation when you feel his lips on you again, knowing your skin will finally bear his mark after all this time. You’ve seen such a mark briefly on your maids that you know to have lovers, how they try to hide them with their hair or makeup, the sort of shame and embarrassment they feel when they realize you’ve noticed it.

You will have no such shame; you will wear them proudly, in a show that is simultaneously of love and rebellion. I have and I know love, and that is all that matters. People will certainly have opinions, but you’ve sacrificed enough to them. If there is only one day you can live selfishly, you want it to be this day; and even as the marks fade, they will serve as a reminder of what you once had. 

He plants open mouthed kisses to your neck, the feeling of his tongue and teeth grazing you adding to the anticipation you feel. Your fingers tangle in his dark, unruly curls, as he carefully, almost gently, sucks and bites at your supple skin, leaving behind a string of beautiful, red, blue, and purple bruises. There’s a tinge of pain, yes, but the excitement grows beyond the subtle sting, transforming it almost entirely into pleasure. 

When Changbin’s finished with one side, he lies you on your back and does the same to the other, your eyes fluttering closed as you tilt your head for him to have more room to work. You unintentionally tug on his hair when his teeth meet a particularly sensitive spot, and you would’ve apologized had he not groaned in delight from the feeling. You learned something new about him every time you were intimate, and this discovery in particular had your stomach flipping.

“Want you to take it off,” he mumbles in reference to your dress, pulling at the fabric that had begun to bunch up at your thighs. You hum, detangling your hand from his hair and letting him sit up, watching as he lifts his own shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside. In all the times you’ve seen Changbin’s skin bare, you never stopped being amazed at how divine he looked. He was so big and strong, it always left you breathless, his cute, soft stomach a direct contrast from the bulk in his arms and chest. And then there was the small patch of hair that led from his belly button to the waistband of his trousers that always left you hungry to see the rest of him. 

Still feeling a bit weak from your exertion prior, you ask Changbin to help you remove your dress, which he is more than happy to do. He’s careful with the fabric, though you’ve decided you don’t care about it at this particular moment, and he sets it aside with much more care than he did his own clothing. What a gentleman he is, you think, taking the extra time to care for your clothes even when he’s met with you bare before him.

Well, not entirely bare- you still have your undergarments on, and after deciding you’d see Changbin today no matter what, you purposely wore your prettiest pair. A beautiful, intricate and delicate white lace, one you might aspire to wear on your wedding night. He looks you over in awe, taking in all your details. You were always beautiful, but your choice in clothing somehow enhances it, drives his excitement even further. 

“Fuck, you’re stunning. How did I get so lucky?” Changbin questions aloud and you smile, a soft giggle escaping you as he leans back down to kiss you. “Take your pants off too, otherwise it isn’t fair,” you playfully complain and he grins, letting out a chuckle of his own as lifts himself back up. “Maybe I spoil you too much, giving you everything you want so easily,” he responds to your complaint with one of his own, trying not to smile so that he appears serious- though you are easily able to read that he’s playing around, just as you were. 

“You give me everything I want because I’m a good girl for you though, right?” you ask and he groans audibly; you admitted early on in your sexual relationship that you were curious about being called such things, and when he tried it out, it was discovered that he liked saying it just as much as you liked being called it. It’s not just saying it to you that he likes either- hearing you call yourself one, saying it’s just for him.. that’s what really gets him going. 

He doesn’t want to be presumptuous and say you belong to him, especially not after all you’ve suffered through, but he definitely belongs to you. You don’t anticipate Changbin pulling his underwear down with his trousers, but the sight of his cock is never unwelcome. It’s already hard and leaking, and when he leans down to you once again, you can feel it pressing against your bare thigh, smearing its fluid on your skin. It always excites you, how hard he gets from your body, and while you are normally much more timid, you’re enjoying getting him riled up quickly. 

“You’re dangerous,” he says with a small huff, and before you can come back with more words to make his cock throb, he’s kissing you again, this time wasting no time with softness and shoving his tongue past your lips. You welcome it, opening your mouth for him, letting his tongue tangle with yours. The feeling always makes you light-headed in the most delicious way possible- it’s intoxicating to put it simply, and you would kiss him for hours and hours if given the chance. 

His hands come to your bra, unhooking it easily after all the practice he’s had, and though he could easily toss it aside, he breaks away long enough to set it down gently. You giggle at how he’s still treating your clothes with care even while this hard and eager, but that’s what makes you love him so much. Returning to your mouth, he nips and sucks at your bottom lip, and you mewl at the sting, which Changbin always gladly soothes with his tongue before repeating. 

His fingers roll, pinch, and tug your nipples, not too hard, but enough to have you whining and squeezing your legs together. They were always so sensitive in Changbin’s rough, calloused hands, and there were times you felt you could cum simply from the stimulation of them alone, especially when he used his mouth. And he did just that when he pulled away to stop kissing you, though not right away.

He kissed all over your chest, leaving love bites and sucking small, almost delicate bruises onto the sensitive skin of your breasts, not yet touching your nipples with his tongue and teeth. You told him to mark you, and it seems he was determined to do it everywhere- not that you had any objections. It was a bit strange, seeing your chest bitten and the color of your flesh changed, but you equally enjoyed it, loved the physical proof that Changbin was on you. 

When his tongue finally swirled around one of your nipples, you let out a breathy moan that quickly turned into a drawn out whimper when he used his teeth to carefully tug. He made sure not to hurt you too overtly, to just give you enough of that sweet sting you found so enticing and pleasurable, and in return you gave him that same delicious feeling by tugging on his hair every time you felt good. 

Your panties were soaked by the time he stopped giving your breasts attention, and though you hadn’t reached your peak from the stimulation, you felt so close. Resuming his path down your body, Changbin’s cock throbs and twitches when he’s met with evidence of your excitement, your white panties darkened by how damp they’ve become. He doesn’t pull them down right away- he kisses your legs first, and then your thighs, leaving behind the same kisses and marks he gave to your chest and neck. 

Your inner thighs are especially sensitive, and it causes you to jolt and whine when he sinks his teeth into the meat of them. He’s got you so impossibly worked up, you feel like you could cry when he finally gives your neglected heat the attention it craves. He praises you before he slides your panties down your legs, and there’s a relieved sort of noise coming from your throat that makes Changbin chuckle. 

You keen when his tongue finally slips between your folds, licking and sucking up everything you have to offer him. There’s an enthusiastic hum that leaves his lips when your fingers tangle in his hair again, followed by a groan when you pull and tug. Your legs are trembling and twitching so much, constantly threatening to lose around his head, that he has to push them down to keep you how he wants you.  

It’s when his tongue meets your clit that you really start to lose yourself, your hips jolting up and back arching, legs quivering when he wraps his lips around it and sucks. You’re panting, begging him, incoherently mumbling and babbling about how close you are, and within seconds you’re seeing white, eyes rolling back as further wetness gushes on his face. He licks your release up with another eager hum, dragging out the feeling until you’re a quivering, overstimulated mess beneath him. 

You release your hold on his curls when you finally come down from your high and your body relaxes, opening your eyes to see Changbin grinning at you, evidently proud of the fact that he got you to cum in record time. He kisses you softly, quick and chaste, not trying to hinder you from taking any of the breaths you need, just wanting to show his affection. “What do you want next, darlin’? Since I’m givin’ you everything you want,” he asks, rubbing soothing circles on your skin as he awaits your answer.

“W-Want to be on top but.. I’m still feeling pretty weak. Especially after that,” you reply with a slight blush, and he chuckles again, cooing at you as if you’re just so sweet and cute (and to be fair, you are. At least to him.) “S’okay sweetheart, I can help you,” Changbin says sweetly, giving you one more kiss before he’s lying down on the makeshift bed and pulling you on top of him. Your legs are on either side of them, his hands on your hips, looking up at you with pure affection. 

“This good? Comfortable?” he asks, and you hum with a nod, smiling just a bit as you lean down to kiss him again. Normally, given how thick he is, Changbin would prep you before having you take his cock, but given how wet and excited you are, he doesn’t think the prep is as necessary (and you might not be patient enough for it after all the build up to this point regardless.) He helps you line yourself up with his cock, both of you letting out your own shaky noises as you sink down on him. 

“Atta girl, keep goin’, just like that, sit on me all the way,” he encourages you, and you do just as he asks, your hands tightly gripping his biceps to ground and support yourself as you sit flush with his body, the back of your thighs meeting the top of his. He rubs your thighs and legs, trying to show soothing affection as you adjust and settle, listening attentively to all the trembling exhales and noises you make. 

You look so beautiful atop him, illuminated in the gentle, warm glow of the fireplace, your hair having fallen in a way that messily, yet somehow perfectly, frames your face. He can see everything- your breasts, your stomach, your thighs, beautifully painted with all the marks he left behind. You can feel him twitching and throbbing inside you, but he doesn’t rush you along, lets you take all the time you need. 

You feel him twitch again when you lean down to kiss him, and it’d make you giggle if it also didn’t make a wave of pleasure shoot through your body. You move your hands to his chest to support your own weight better, experimentally rolling your hips as you coax your tongue into his mouth. He lets out a groan from deep in his chest as you move, his tongue wasting no time in meeting and dancing with yours, his fingers squeezing at the already tender meat of your thighs. 

You lift yourself back up to begin moving in earnest, your hands still planted firmly on his chest for support as you slide yourself up and down his length. The slow pace, while it still feels good, isn’t enough for either of you, and soon enough you find yourself practically bouncing on his cock, the sound of your thighs repeatedly slapping down on his echoing into the room. Changbin curses, biting his lip as he watches you, using his hands to help guide you up and down, trying to ease some of the ache in your legs. 

He thrusts upward into you when your pace starts to stutter and lose rhythm, and you gasp, eyes rolling back as he hits the perfect spot again and again. It reaches a point where his hands simply hold you in the right place while he exerts all his effort, feet planted firmly on the ground while he does all the work from below. Your nails dig into his skin, head falling back as you feel your release building up again. 

Changbin effortlessly flips your positions, though he is careful not to hurt you in his haste- he just wants to make you fall apart again, and it’s easier to do that if he doesn’t have to control your movements- just his own. He resumes the pace he held from below, bringing two of his fingers to your clit and rubbing in quick circles, unable to help the way he groans when he feels you clench around him even tighter in response. 

“B-Bin, please, Binnie, so close,” you babble and whine, your hands twisting the blankets beneath you. “I know sweetheart, let go, be a good girl and give it to me,” he grunts out, and again, you feel white hot pleasure coursing through your veins, your vision blurring and mind growing fuzzy as you let go. “Good girl, just a little more, just need you to hang on for a little more,” he both instructs and praises, pulling out just long enough to flip you to your stomach, pushing back into your heat just as quickly as he left it. 

You whimper loudly, fingers clutching desperately at the pillow your head rests on, Changbin bringing a hand around your body to lift your hips ever so slightly. He was hitting your spot deliciously from this angle, the pleasure so great that tears once again pricked the corners of your eyes, threatening to fall with each gasp and whimper you released. You turn your head back as much as you can, delighted in the visage of Changbin’s head thrown back in pleasure, 

He always got rougher when he started to get close, his hands always tightening their grip, his thrusts, while growing less rhythmic, became harsher and faster, almost desperate, and it was always a treat to experience. You loved watching him lose himself to the pleasure, loved that it was you and your body that brought him there, loved how his grunts and groans transformed into higher pitched whimpers and whines. 

You bring your own fingers to your clit, wanting to let him enjoy and focus on his release since he already spent so much time on your pleasure. He leans forward, his chest pressed into your back, his hot breath hitting your ear, his whines and praises pouring directly into it. “Fuck, sweetheart, feel so good, ‘m gonna- fuck, gonna fill you up,” he stammers out, and it sends a shiver down your spine, your stomach erupting in countless butterflies, driving you to speed up the motion of your fingers. 

You release again with a strangled cry, gushing around his length and on your fingers. Changbin follows closely behind, the feeling of you clenching and squeezing around him as you cum for the third time sending him over his peak. He releases in long, drawn out spurts, both of you breathless and exhausted when he collapses next to you. You both know you should get cleaned up, but you’re both too tired to care, and he can always clean up his messes in the morning. For now, he just wants to stay close, here in front of the fire, with you. 

This very well could be your last night together, but he doesn’t want to believe it is. He wants to believe that the two of you can find a solution somehow, that after all the hardship, you’ll be smiling at him in the end. There’s a part of you that doesn’t even want to fall asleep at all- you want to stay up all night, to not waste a single moment you have left, to stare and feel and love until the very last second, so that he’ll remember him clearly always. 

You do your best to not become teary eyed again, having promised yourself you wouldn’t spend your night with him wrapped up in your sorrow and dread. But oh, how you wish there was more time, how you wish that your mother would understand you, that you could have just this one thing. But you suppose for a girl with immense responsibility, happiness is too much to ask for. You sacrifice your happiness so that others may have it instead- as noble an act as any, but you selfishly wish you could have both; the people’s happiness and your own. 

The idea of running away still leaves you torn, even after all this time. You don’t want to let anyone down.. but still, you have to ask yourself, is doing what’s right for your family and future worth all this heartache? If it’s what is right, why does it make your heart feel as if it’s been shattered like glass? You’ve been told in life that the right thing to do is never the easiest, but you can’t imagine that in this case, walking away from either side is right. 

You want both. Is that truly so wrong? You want to be a ruler worthy of her name and title, and you want Changbin. Why must you choose one over the other? As far as you’re aware, even now, Changbin doesn’t know you’re the princess. He’ll likely find out soon, when every knight in the town is floundering to find you come morning, when they realize you’re gone. You should slip away before then, lest your lover be met with undue scrutiny and unfair treatment from your mother and other nobles. 

But looking at him now, even still.. you don’t want to leave. You’ll never want to leave. “Sweetheart,” Changbin calls softly, his hand reaching up to leave comforting, lingering touches to your head. “I can tell what you’re thinkin’. But don’t be sad yet, not ‘til we’ve said goodbye.” You blink away the accumulating tears with a nod, swallowing down the lump in your throat the best you can and burying your face into Changbin’s welcoming body. 

You’re so, so tired, and you know he is too, but he’s trying his best for you. And he’s being the strong one despite how much his heart aches with yours. He rubs your head, kisses your temple, tells you he loves you. Your heart breaks and mends all at once; how bittersweet this moment is.. If you’re lucky, you have about 7 hours until anyone realizes you’re gone. Maybe you can sleep for just a few, just enough to get some of this ache out of your body, and then you can spend the rest with Changbin. 

You’ll cry, you know, as soon as you depart back home. You’ll cry when the hole in the castle’s defenses is completely sealed. You’ll cry when you look to the fields his home sits on from the bedroom window. Still.. you do your best to uphold your promise to yourself, and now to Changbin. You won’t cry, and you won’t be upset- not yet, anyways. Not until you’ve actually parted ways. For now, you’ll continue to lie in his arms, continue to express your love for him, continue to smile and laugh as if this isn’t the end, until morning comes and reminds you painfully that it is. 

How beautiful it was to love Seo Changbin, to learn and to grow and to really live with his help, patience, and care. How fondly you’ll miss him in every moment, how lovingly you’ll always hold his memory. Brief though your love together is, much shorter than it should have been, it has changed you for the better, and you’ll never regret it, even should your heart ache. And maybe Changbin is right; maybe there is room for hope, and maybe you’ll see each other again much sooner than you allow yourself to think. No matter what lies before you, there is one thing for certain; Changbin is your first love, and he’ll forever be etched in your heart- your lover, your deepest connection, your closest confidant. And how grateful you are to have known him.

#skz x reader #changbin x reader #skz smut #changbin smut #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz fluff #skz angst #mdni + divider graphic credit: @cafekitsune

[leggerefiore]

A silly idea for MerMay:

You get gifted a bottle of perfume that contains ambergris (a substance that comes from sperm whales) and decide to try it. How would it affect merfolk?

It would be funny if different species had different reactions from smelling it. For one species, they might think this means you’ve been marked/scented by another merfolk already, but another smell it and think it’s like a distress signal.

And (of course) one species immediately assumes it’s a pheromone signaling fertility, because of course it does.

cw: sexual mentions in Grimsley's section, pokehybrid au, mermen,

characters: Emmet, Volo, Grimsley, Ingo

▽Eelektross Emmet△

○ As Eelektross would likely have to produce a similar substance due to how they can eat many indigestible things, his first thought is that a pokemon has eaten you and, hopefully, vomited you back up. There's likely been horror stories about Wailords accidentally doing so.

○ Expect him to awkwardly sniff you over before pulling you tightly into a hug and looking around as if something were coming to attack you. After he manages to calm down from his momentary panic slightly, Emmet asks if you experienced something life changing with a cetacean recently, obvious distressed still. You turn to him with a confused expression and reply you have not.

○ “Darling, you smell like a digestive fluid,” he whispers like whatever supposedly ate you and somehow erased your memory lingered nearby. You pull away from him with bold laughter, staring at the worried Eelektross hybrid with a hysterical expression. His yellow patches of flesh glowed with light electricity, obviously ready to protect you.

○ “I think that's the best yet worst way someone has ever said my perfume stinks,” you told him. Emmet gasped. He was now pondering why humans would spray digestive fluid on themselves. A defence mechanism? He could not be sure. “... Ah, it's the ambergris in it, isn't it? That's why you think I got swallowed by a Wailord,” you realised.

○ Emmet really wasn't a fan of the perfume, alas. He is still not completely certain it was not some human defence mechanism against marine life.

💫Milotic Volo📜

⭐️ Milotic hybrids also recognise it as a digestive fluid scent, not as they contain it themselves, but as when Wailord drops happen in the deeper parts of the ocean, the scent mixes in with the stench of death. That is why he hops onto a similar concern that you were eaten by a Wailord (or, much to an improbable horror, an Eelektross). Well, until he recalls how the scent would cling to Mistress Cogita, too.

⭐️ He likely tugs you into the water and pulls you under with him, whether you are in swimming attire or not, to wash off the heavy scent from you. The ambergris overpowered whatever scent the perfume was actually meant to be in his senses. You likely are confused by the sudden embrace and dip into the ocean, but let it happen, as Volo wasn't exactly know to be easily evaded.

⭐️ He places you back on the shore and gives you an icy glare, a reminder that he preferred to take the siren route rather than be a beautiful, helpful water visage. “That perfume you wore,” he explained, “Smelled like someone vomited on you.” You gasped. His harsh words stung, and he obviously took note as he reached out to grab you. “It was the ambergris in it, not whatever sugar sweet delicacy or floral and herby notes it claimed it had,” he corrected himself, feeling admittedly a bit guilty about upsetting you.

⭐️ “... You still manage to be the evil fish I first met,” you sighed and leaned against him. Water dripped from you. You pressed your face into his nape as he took to floating in the water with you on top of him, golden hair floating behind him beautifully. “You don't like that scent?” you asked him, unsure as to why he had strong opinions. His face scrunched up as he had to explain his preferred krill had been coated in it for a while due to a picky Eelektross. You laughed.

⭐️ You have to take a bath in the ocean if you wear it around him. He claims it gives him a headache and bad memories associated with a certain bite mark on the upper part of his tail.

♠️Sharpedo Grimsley❤️

♤ Sharpedo hybrids, unfortunately, are the ones who take it as a horny thing. Grimsley approaches the shore where you sat to greet him with an odd smile on his lips. You thought little of it until he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the water, swimming away from the shore as fast as he could. It was mostly deserted, but there were one or two people who took notice of the “Shark Attack” and freaked out over you being whisked away, assumably to be eaten.

♡ This was not so uncommon for Grimsley, as there were times he grew tired of humans asking him endless questions about his species. That and he enjoyed a good thrill, and there was nothing like having someone try to “rescue” you from a terrifying man-eating hybrid. When you end up far away from the shore, he slows down and leans over you.

◇ “Oh, man, I didn't think normal humans had a mating season,” his voice was teasing, “You must have wanted to gamble whether I would take you on the beach or not.” You gazed at him with a confused expression, causing him to also grow a bit confused. You obviously had come to him reeking of pheromones to mate, right? He didn't understand why you looked so confused. “You are emitting pheromones,” Grimsley told you boldly.

♧ “... My perfume makes Sharpedos horny, got it,” you said to yourself and him, causing him to nearly lose his grasp on you. His mouth fell open, exposing his sharpened teeth for a moment before it closed. You sighed, “Uh, I think unless flowers have this effect on you, it was probably the ambergris, right?” Grimsley felt even more horrified at your words. Had he been aroused by the scent of Wailord digestive fluids? It… It was honestly not the worst thing that had got him hard.

♤ Grimsley demands you wear it whenever you meet for a night together. In fact, he requests the bottle itself for unknown reasons.

bonus joke:

▲Incomplete Eelektross Ingo▼

● You had entered his office to bring the humanoid fish man a surprise lunch. It was admittedly all run-of-the-mill for you two. A kiss and light conversation were expected, but not him suddenly pulling you into his chest while breathing heavily. You could feel even his gills pulsing on his chest. What had brought out this sudden behavioural shift in him?

● You tried to pull away, but he only held you tighter. The scent that came from you was familiar to Ingo. Something that he knew from his time in the water. His brain rushed with terrifying scenarios of a visit to a beach turning into you getting claimed by some horrifying fish hybrid. What if you loved them more than him, as they were proper hybrids unlike him?

● “D-dearest,” he stuttered out, gazing deeply into your eyes, “Did another hybrid claim you?” Your heart had clenched at his pathetic tone before bleeding into complete confusion. Claimed? By another hybrid? You certainly did not recall anything like that, and you told him just that. “You smell of another hybrid!” he cried, burying his face into your shirt. You realised then.

● “Ingo, that's my perfume,” you corrected him, “I think it had ambergris in it.” He turned his head up to you before going back to take another sniff of your shirt. His face was stiffer than it even usually was as the gears turned in his head. Soon, he politely released you and walked back to his desk, where he hung his head in shame. As much as you wanted to giggle at his overreaction, you felt a bit bad seeing him in such a state.

● Ingo politely requests you not wear it around him, too embarrassed about the reaction he had to it. He will never forgive himself for mistaking a digestive fluid for a mating smell.

#emmet x reader #grimsley x reader #volo x reader #ingo x reader #pokemon x reader #pokehybrid au #ingo/reader #emmet/reader #grimsley/reader #volo/reader

[mushtoons]

I'm not a coward so I'm asking you my question,,, what's the 'immortal besties au' about?

I just saw some art of it and I haven't scrolled long enough soo

have a seat and buckle up it's a mess <3

DFGDFDFGD okay so!!! i wanna start off with dont think too hard about it else ur brain will start to hurt (speaking from experience lmaoo) ANYWAYS!!! it's basically ingo gets sent to hisui but when ingo asks arceus to be sent home, arceus is like "dang bro sorry i didnt bring you here so it's not my problem but ya know what i actually need someone to babysit this fucker i damned, so you can just babysit him for all eternity! fair? :)" then doesnt wait for his answer

so we got ingo and volo stuck with each other, like it or not, there's rough patches, arceus didnt even bother to help ingo with him amnesia so he's still cloudy on parts of his past life and you know how it is to be around someone for too long, anger fighting ect but dont worry they begrudgingly come to an understanding and are now just vibing until time itself ends :)

well they're in modern day now, it's volo's turn to pick how they live their pretend mortal lives, so he picks unova to chill at cuz he's heard it's advanced since the last time they visited, ingo finally gets to have some memories as a treat as he catches sight of his old self and emmet, volo even convinces him to battle them so they can semi formally meet emmet and they carry on with this life, well volo's turn ends and ingo takes them somewhere else for his turn

cut to a few years later the duo is back in unova ( cuz it's volo's turn again ) when volo catches wind that one of the subway bosses had gone missing and the search was finally called off due to lack of leads after 2 long years, volo feels bad, just because god labled him a bad egg doesnt mean he is, he just wanted to reset the world to make it better :( so since it was maybe, kinda, totally his fault ingo got yeeted he decided he could fuck arceus over, i mean what's he gonna do? kill him? that's be a blessing. damn him to live forever? kinda already did that bestie,,,

so he gets emmet and elesa to come to his hotel room tries to find a way to tell them that he knows where their ingo is without making himself look crazy,,,,ends up looking crazy cuz his ingo just HAD to have a newpaper clipping of the trio claiming it to be "as close as a family photo as he'll ever have" emmet clocks him while elesa tries to call the cops cuz this nutcase is totally a stalker freak--then ingo comes home. skipping over the meltdown everyone has, and straight into project eeby-deeby rescue. we got angst, bonding, and finally a happy reunion.

meanwhile we got the emmet from when ingo first got put in hisui with no closure, no brother, and for some reason he's?? not?? aging?? so yeaahhh he's convinced he's in hell mostly when any pokemon he goes to for help basically tells him "sorry broski under strict rules from the big man himself not to help u with jackshit" so he's not doing so hot :) ( well until ingo and volo finally catch up to the era he's in then he's not doing so hot but with his brother now! )

that's a WHOLE lot but ive been thinking about this like all the time and im still working stuff out!!!! fgdfdgdfg this au is my baby and i love it

(for people who dont wanna read all that bullshit here's a diagram i made in case i dont make any sense!! )

#whoops thats a shit ton #sorry #but i really like this au dfgddfgd #and i like talking about it gddfgfg #thank u for being brave/lh #lmaoo #immortal besties au #submas #emmet #volo #ingo #wood wide web

[starbrightotaku]

@pokemon-ash-aus

@xxtc-96xx

@alolanrain

Mew OC

Name: Starlight

Human identity: Nova Stellar

Age: 80000+

Physical age in human disguise: 23

Markings: White/Silver starburst patch on shoulder

Fur color: pale pink almost white

Eye color: ice blue

Backstory: Starlight is the daughter of the first Mew. And was the same Mew who saved Goh and Chloe. She has drifted from place to place when not hanging out in the Hall of Origins. Currently lives in Vermillion City as she finds Goh amusing. Works as a historian for the museum.

How she meets Goh: A Pidgeot drops Goh into Starlight/Nova's pond. She talks to him and finds out why he wants to catch Mew. Starlight/Nova is recruited by Project Mew for her historical knowledge. She finds it amusing to mess with the equipment. Goh finds out while visiting her that she is a Mew. So he gets a few chuckles out of Starlight/Nova's pranks.

Does Goh catch her?: Yes after she has her fill of pranking the ever loving crap out of Project Mew.

Living with Goh's Pokemon: She doesn't stay at Cerise Park. She still has her own home, but travels with Goh and Ash more often than not.

Goh's relationship with Starlight/Nova: parental. As both of Goh's parents are busy, Starlight/Nova acts as a surrogate mother. He has slipped and called Mewther on accident but after a while they just accepted it.

Aftermath of Goh's passing: After Goh dies an old man, Starlight retreats into the Hall of Origins and refuses to leave her space for a year. Arceus seeing how distraught the Mew was decided to speak to Giritina and Yveltal about where Goh and Ash's souls ended up. Looking into her interactions with the pair along with Hop and Leon the god decided to reincarnate them as Starlight's own children.

Finding out: Learning she was to be a mother of four shocks her. But it isn't until her boys are born that Arceus awakens the memories of their past selves. Mew Goh hugs Starlight and say via telepathy, "You really are my Mewther now. Love you mom."

Part 2 will be added at a later date.

#pokemon #ash ketchum #goh #pokemon journeys #anipoke #pokeani #pokemon goh mew #pokemon ash #pokemon mew #champion leon #pokemon leon #hop pokemon #pokémon hop #pokemon hop #hop #gou (pokemon) #satoshi

[berrymoos]

✧—last updated 4/14/24

ʚ berry’s patch! ɞ

♫ — ❝ days fade into a watercolor blur; memories swim and haunt you – but look into the lake, shimmering like smoke ... rises the moon ❞

ꗃ﹏ 🥯：before we belay!

DNI:

anti-LGBTQ+, racist, kink, anti-agere, pro-sh, pro-ed, thinspo, proship / proship positive (in/est or adult x minor), blank blogs (no bio or pfp), child-UNSAFE blogs, discourse blogs .. (wip)

sign-off anons:

🦊 / 🕷 / 🌱 / 📎 / 🦅 / .. (wip)

ꗃ﹏ 🥞：about me!

name: basil or berry will do! i don't lean too heavily toward either

age: 17. i'm not sensitive to dirty / suggestive jokes (given one of my main fanbases r tv-14), but i'm still minor & this is still a sfw fandom agere blog!! tread lightly ;-]

pronouns: any!! like my names i'm not picky - neos count as well!! i'm particularly fond of fae/faer ,, so so pretty

main blog: @broomiies (if moots somehow find me, heyo!!). my main isnt agere-related (but agere blogs are welcome to interact), ive got some suggestive jokes reblogged / liked, & i swear a whole bunch, but that's about it. ofc i'll keep the swearing at a minimal here <3

clarification: you're very welcome to interact if you enjoy horror or other darker media of that sort – i do too (as u can see by my fandoms ejendjn)! i'm squicked out by topics like in/est & adult x minor, so like. please don't interact if u enjoy those topics lmao 👍🏾 also, just because i enjoy controversial media does not mean i condone what the creator(s) have done! liking the art ≠ liking the artist.

✎ ﹏ 🥙：creative corner!

🧸 CREATIONS INCLUDE:

fics (blurbs, minifics, oneshots...)

concepts (rambling about ideas)

headcanons

moodboards

stimboards

☁️ CURRENTLY CREATING FOR:

hazbin hotel

moon knight

ninjago ;; s1-14

spiderverse

🧸 IN THE ROSTER (DO NOT REQUEST):

attack on titan

boku no hero academia (s1-s5 ;; seen manga spoilers)

bungo stray dogs (s1-s3)

demon slayer

pokemon!! (agere + pkmn aus are a different story :winky face:)

the owl house

☁️ FIC REQUESTS: open!

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✯ ﹏ 🥧：stars of the show!

📖 agere ao3: tinychai

🌙 moon knight: (3/3)

🫂 marc needs a hug (and steven is there to fulfill) ▬ oneshot. 1.4k words; canon compliant, hurt/comfort — WOOO OKAY, this is my favorite fic EVER out of p much everything i've written!! genuinely i think it's my best & i wrote it after being punched in the gut with the writer's block / imposter syndrome combo </3 seriously i owe it to moon knight for dragging my out of that dump

(canon-typical violence & language in the beginning)

🎨 paint splatters ▬ oneshot. 0.3k words; domestic fluff — plot bunny moment?!? eeyup, & a cute one at that

🚀 my heart and the earth share the same rule ▬ ongoing. 1.1k words; minific collection — in which i write a fic in exactly 3 paragraphs!

🥛 ꒰・꒱ 🍪 ꒰・꒱ 🥛 ꒰・꒱ 🍪 ꒰・꒱ 🥛

🦉 the owl house: (1/2)

💛 squish ▬ oneshot. 0.4k words; domestic fluff — another plot bunny >:-] luz makes an appearance at the very end too

🥛 ꒰・꒱ 🍪 ꒰・꒱ 🥛 ꒰・꒱ 🍪 ꒰・꒱ 🥛

🕰 stranger things: (1/1)

🖍️ a picture, a stuffie, and maybe a paci ▬ oneshot. 0.5k words; mild hurt/comfort — baby jonny / bubba will against the world, ohhhh my goodness gracious !! love these two so much

🥛 ꒰・꒱ 🍪 ꒰・꒱ 🥛 ꒰・꒱ 🍪 ꒰・꒱ 🥛

🎭 total drama: (1/24)

🤝 interlocking pinkies ▬ oneshot. 0.2k words; short fluff — i dont actively write for total drama anymore, HOWEVER i will always remember my origins fondly <33 this took so much courage to post bc the TD fanbase is .. kinda mean sjskfjwkdkw BUT ANYWAYS! teeny ale / cg noah is definitely a duo!! <33

#pinned post #introductory post #agere intro #fandom agere #sfw agere #NEW & IMPROVED INTRO POST COMIN AT YOU HOT #this literally took forever im never doing this again #pls pls like this post i need to know if u read thro this entire thing omg 🙏🏾

[waywardstation]

Sorry for my radio silence for a spot there, been working retail and just generally have not been in much of a creative mood. N-e-way!

I'm not sure how much we've established the background reason why Ingo is getting his memories back other than he's getting back to the future somehow, so I wanted to throw my idea for how him getting his memories back and him getting home became options:

The option to get home to the future: I mean... by the last half of the story, Akari does have the gratitude of the Deities of Time and Space. (In game canon she literally has them captured. In my own version of events, including my story set in the ToT au, she let them out almost immediately to do what they want to alongside any other mythical/legendary pokes she catches, and only keeps their pokeballs so that other people have no chance to catch them for a while until the pokeballs fail completely and their "claim" is voided.) More specifically, my thought has been that while at first they have Dialga assist in getting home, after that point they call upon Celebi to let them visit every year or so relative to each other's "time" to maintain a sense of cohesion between Ingo+Akari's sense of how long ago they visited and how long ago they visited to everyone in the past. So when a year passes for I+A they pick the year after they last visited in the past to go to for a visit. I think Celebi works well because it's literally the Time Travel pokemon and so Dialga doesn't have to bear the brunt of the time bullshit. Also because I like the fanon that Celebi was created by Dialga and Hoopa by Palkia, so it's like Dialga is giving their child a fun little mission to pass the time.

The option to get Ingo's memories back: I imagine that Akari figures out she can bring Ingo home first before the Dream Journey, but Ingo refuses because he genuinely feels like he has built a life in Husui, and comparatively, going back to a life where he finds the people he knew and loved but may not be able to recognize and remember them even after seeing them is terrifying. The devil you know, etc, etc. So sometime after the refusal, Akari brings Uxie to the village so that Professor Laventon can get the info needed for the Pokedex. (Uxie went first because as the being of Knowledge, they approve of Laventon's efforts.) The minute Uxie catches sight of Ingo as he stands at the dojo they basically go, "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THAT MAN. THAT'S NOT MY DOING." And so Akari is alerted to a chance that Ingo's memories could be restored and sets out to figure out the right info. I like to think she figures out what to do with Uxie's pushing and Cogita and Calaba's knowledge. Huzzah! Journey into the Center of the Mind time!

Them's me thoughts.

--cw

Hey CW!! I’ve been wondering how you’ve been doing lately! Good to hear from you again; I hope the retail work hasn’t been too exhausting!!

I’ve talk about this before, but it was very loose and vague, just saying Arceus noticed something that wasn’t a part of Ingo was attached to him, and they had to remove it so it wouldn’t follow Ingo back into the present where he should be. This could probably easily be picked apart, however ^^;

1) first off, LOVE your ideas about the legendaries, and Ingo and Akari coming back to visit (and Dialga creating Celebi/Palkia creating Hoopa to help manage these concepts they’re masters over!!) very good thoughts, it doesn’t feel like it strains the canon narrative at all, and isn’t an overboard, convoluted explanation.

2) I also love this explanation a lot more!! Wow!! It adds the emotional struggle of Ingo’s amnesia, and how he might feel returning to a life he doesn’t remember. VERY GOOD CW!! Love Uxie’s reaction too haha. Also I would jump at the chance to include Cogita and Calaba in this.

FANTASTIC idea CW, I really love the concepts you’ve shared, and very much think they would fit well in this narrative. It really patches up the vague concept I had that didn’t really hold up haha. For not being in much of a creative mood, I’d say this is a really creative solution!!

Thank you for sharing CW, I always appreciate your thoughts!

#train of thought au

[abcs-of-idgaf]

System Intro

General System Info

-System name is Bitch Farm from an inside joke. 24 headmates currently that we know of.

-We aren't formed from trauma. And we don't care about finding out why each of us is here.

-We do not have DID. If we use terms for DID tell us what term was used and we'll change it.

-Body is an adult, physically disabled, white, and American.

-Will each tag posts/reblogs with our names probably -Partner system is @foxglove-system and will tag 'ps foxglove' for posts for them

Members Info:

Adults

Volt: iv/ivs/ivself or my/myo/myotiself pronouns. Body's 'owner' and always around. Physically disabled. Has anger issues, depression, hypersexuality, and ARFID. Self-diagnosed and staying that way cuz we're poor. Has memory issues that aren't system related. Age regresses sometimes. Has caregivers in a partner system. Polyamorous, dating multiple people in a partner system, and a member in system

Zayne: he/him pronouns. Weavile (Pokemon) and kin of c!Quackity from dsmp. Have anger issues. If you interact with me don't expect me to be nice to you. I don't care about you. Oldest one in here in terms of being the first headmate (2004-2008). Member in partner system is my scratching post.

Wuji: he/him or scale/scaleself pronouns. Came around 2013 or so. Friendliest member around. Piebald ball python naga.

Requiem: he/him or they/them or feather/featherself pronouns. Angelkin/An OC from a roleplay. Came around 2010 or so I think. I'm sweet, kind, calm, and patient I like to think. Some fictionkintypes of mine are Springtrap, c!Ranboo, and most recently Chase from Paw Patrol to help Volt! Dating Volt and Lucifer in system, and multiple people in our partner system!

Lucifer: he/him or they/them pronouns. Fallen Angel/OC from roleplay technically. More proper than some of the others around here. Was a lord where I came from. I have a mate and daughter in that universe, am dating Requiem in system, and a member of our partner system and have a child in said system. c!Dream from the dsmp is a fictionkintype of mine.

It: it/its pronouns. Cryptid kinda thing. Basically an anthro ungulate skeleton with patches of fur. It is dating two people in our partner system and has a child in said system.

Raisin: he/him pronouns. Fictive of Raivis from APH. Shy, quiet, and nervous. Dating Volt in system. Is fictionkin of Fallen Leaves from Warrior Cats.

Elluka: she/her pronouns. Fictive of Elluka from Evillious Chronicles. Doesn't talk much. Is also fictionkin of Espeon (Pokemon). Could be considered to have a relationship with someone in our partner system.

Grou: he/him or they/them pronouns. Fictive of a humanized version of Groudon (Pokemon). Exclusively dating a member in our partner system and best buds with another. Siblings with Volt and Ky.

Ky: she/her or they/them pronouns. Fictive of a humanized version of Kyogre (Pokemon). Doesn't speak. Loves interacting with the kids around here, and would love it in regards to the partner system. Siblings with Volt and Grou.

Zylas: he/him pronouns. Isn't around often, but is a kind, caring partner to a member of our partner system and father to a child in said system. Is an anaconda naga.

Dez: he/him pronouns. Recently came back. Fictive of a humanized Seviper (Pokemon) from an AU regarding one of Volt's fictionkintypes. Because of this is technically Volt's uncle.

Shizuku: she/her pronouns. Fictive of a serpent demon deity of the same name from the manga Omamori Himari. Seems to be like a younger sister to Volt.

Gren: he/him or paw/pawself pronouns. Fictive of Volt's in game Espurr (Pokemon). Acts as an esa of sorts for Volt. Has a theriotype of an old barn cat Volt used to know named Tamara

Atlas: he/him or they/them pronouns. Fictive of a Hoglin (Minecraft) OC. Would say has deity-esque qualities to him. Much larger than the mob in the game is. Will either protect/guide you or charge you. Who knows. Feh: she/her pronouns. Owl demon. Has gray and black speckled feathers and red eyes.

Master: she/her pronouns. Succubus. Volt's owner as a hellhound. Is best friends with a member of our partner system. Doesn't have any set features and changes appearance depending on who is look at her. Copycat (he/him): A fictive of Copycat from Paw Patrol Mighty Pups Charged Up. I (Volt) like to say he came here because my brain saw there was no merch of him at all and decided to fix that.

Kids

Kyrista: she/her pronouns. Age unknown. Is Volt and Requiem's daughter. Very sweet and wouldn't hurt a fly. Is protected by a member of our partner system. Is just discovering fictionkintypes, hers being Hollyleaf from Warrior Cats, and Skye from the Paw Patrol: Mighty Movie

Joey: he/him pronouns. Technically Volt's kid with a partner from our partner system, but has been adopted and fallen in love with a different member from the partner system. Is a tasmanian devil joey. Uses snorts and shrieks to communicate.

Fritzi (she/her or they/them), Luna (she/her), Bal (he/him), Lycus (he/him), Carnella (she/her): Volt's kids with a partner in our partner system. All werewolf/hellhound pups from the same litter. Fritzi can speak but doesn't like to, and the others use barks, yelps, etc to communicate.

It took me so long to type all of this shit -Zayne

[pokedocbedlam]

How about the prompt trembling hands? :)

Oh anon, I love you, this one hurt to write (in the best way, of course). I aimed for hurt/comfort, but this ended up...way heavier on the hurt than the comfort. Woops. (I am immediately posting fluff after this.)

Selkie AU, tw for stitches without anesthetic (but no blood because...selkie coat shenanigans.)

---

A Selkie is only as good as their coat. It is their power, their pelt, their body and mind rolled into one. A damaged coat signifies that its owner is greatly distressed, but repairing that damage is as easy as fixing the coat.

Easy, Emmet tells himself as he clutches the needle tighter. They've done this before, patched up each other's wounds with little more than sewing supplies. It's faster than letting the wounds fester, letting a broken mind cut itself on fractured memories. But oh Arceus above, this is going to hurt.

"Are you ready? We aren't just fixing your wounds. You'll also remember, and we have a lot of memories to get through. Be verrry sure you're ready for that."

Ingo nods. His eyes are cold and resolute, but so full of trust. He must not remember the pain that stitching a Selkie's coat brings. At least they are alone, hidden away once more when they are at their most vulnerable, their trusted Pokemon keeping lookout as the twins hunker down in this cave and work by Chandelure's light.

"Okay." Emmet takes a deep breath. "But if it hurts too much, let me know. We can always take a break. Don't push yourself." He's saying it more for himself than Ingo's sake, he knows. "I'm going to start with this tear on your side. On three. One, two..."

The needle slides in. Ingo hisses and clenches his teeth, fingers digging into rocks. Emmet is a practiced hand when it comes to stitches, and he definitely spent more than a few agonizing hours patching his own coat up before he could search for his rift-lost brother, but he can't feel Ingo's pain for him. All he can do is work as swiftly but gently as possible. Emmet times his needlework with his breathing, in and out. He ties off the first stitch and inspects his handiwork. The stitches are only visible if one looks closely for now, and soon enough the pelt will close the wound entirely until it is smooth as a newborn's once more.

"How are you holding up?"

"Fine." The words almost come out as a sob. Already? Oh, this night is going to be long. "Do not derail on my account."

As if that were easy. Emmet does not like to see his brother in pain, especially by his own hand. He can't bring himself to look at Ingo's face, because if he sees tears, it'll break all of his resolve.

"Okay. Hold steady. I am moving onto the next tear." Emmet wills, begs, his hands to stop shaking. He slides the needle in, this time met with a yelp of protest. But he stays committed to his task, and Ingo does his best to bite his tongue. With every tear he closes up, Emmet has to wonder the cause, what he is curing. Was this an injury caused by a Pokemon, or by human hands? How many memories will be patched up, and can they ever be as whole as they once were?

Why did Emmet let this happen in the first place? He should have tried harder not to be separated. Held tighter. Searched sooner. Should have...

"Emmet!"

His name, shouted with a bite of desperation, calls Emmet back to his senses. He looks down at his handiwork to see that his stitches have gone off-course, and Ingo is curled in on himself in pain. Emmet's hands shake so much, he can barely hold the needle. An endless string of apologies spill from his lips as he corrects the error, finishes closing off that stitch, and practically throws the tools aside so he can wrap his arms around his brother. Ingo collapses into him with deep and heavy sobs, hands grasping for purchase, and though his nails dig deep enough to make Emmet wince, the brother in white does not budge. He rubs soothing circles into his brother's back the way their parents did when the twins were younger.

(He did this, this is his fault.)

(Ingo always protected him when they were younger. Ingo is the Guardian, the shield, the one who pulls them out of danger every time. Emmet's a Warrior, a sword, and his strong suit is hurting others. Brother included, it seems. Why did he think he was capable of anything else?)

"I'm okay," Ingo finally says, even though the tears streaming down his face scream otherwise. "It is simply...a lot. Many passengers in my train of thought all at once, all vying for my attention. And I...there still must be so much I'm forgetting, because otherwise, it doesn't make sense."

"What doesn't make sense?" Emmet asks. Still trying to copy what his parents did all those years ago, even if the feel of their calloused hands and the timbers of their voices are loose strings he can't stitch back into place.

"How you're able to keep smiling. Doesn't it hurt you? Remembering all of this, all the time?"

Somehow, this makes Emmet laugh. It's a harsh bark of a sound, made wet by his own tears. "I used to wonder that about you. How you could remain so calm with all we've gone through. I guess now I know the answer. We got used to it. We grew numb." 

Now the scars are opened up again, air stinging the wounds underneath. Now Ingo's impassive mask is contorted from every little thing he's bottled up since they turned ten years old. Now Emmet's peeling off his mental scabs too, ascertaining which memories are the most likely culprits hurting his twin. Now, everything that was then is now, and Emmet can't stop shaking from the force of it all.

Emmet whispers, "I can stop. You don't have to remember. I don't have to keep hurting you."

Ingo's embrace tightens, still desperate for something to hold onto. "You could never hurt me, Emmet. And I'm not letting you suffer this alone again." He takes a long, wavering breath. "But I think...one moment longer. Let me catch my breath, and I'll be ready again."

Emmet doesn't know if he'll ever be ready, but he doesn't have a choice in the matter. He'll grab the needle again and force his hands to be steady as long as it takes to get his brother back, because that's all he has left. But he'll never feel ready for it. (He wishes he could be anything softer than a sword.)

Two lost boys cling to each other in the dark, crying into each other's pelts, just as alone as they've been since the day they left home.

#ingo #emmet #selkie au #submas selkie au #tw stitches #hurt/comfort emphasis on hurt #tw needle #bedlam writes

[junkpixelarts]

Random Ghoul Ingo ramblings.

Really just a collection of ideas/ trivia for the AU. Also to reconfirm: Ingo turned in a Half-Ghoul via portal shenanigans, but Emmet is completely human and is unaware of this. Akari and Dawn are the same person.

- Do the humans in the Pokemon world have RC Cells?? For the sake of the story and my sanity, yes. Let’s pretend its an undiscovered bit of the body for now.

- Ingo isn’t quite good at masking his human food munching, especially in front of his brother who always makes sure he’s alright due to his ‘sickness’. He’s figured out a way to swallow small bits of food and pretend to chew nothing, but he’s only capable doing this with basic sandwiches and the like, anything with too much flavour will likely just make him sick on the spot. Although Emmet will try and stop him from eating if he keeps being sick.

- Emmet clings to him, a lot. He’s pretty much suffering from a severe case of separation anxiety. It makes sneaking out difficult.

- Emmet probably saw this mysterious Cannibal for himself while looking for Ingo. Traumatised him? A bit. But he became determined to find them no matter what.

- The Pokemon Centre Ingo was at when he first arrived were quite concerned when his arm healed back up in a few hours even when it should have been unsalvageable. 

- Oh boy, when he slowly got into his old life again, Ingo became quickly aware of the fact that Gear Station was pretty much occupied by large amount of people every day. He’s usually alright, but when he gets slightly peckish he cannot stop drooling nor control his Kakugan. Which is why he sometimes wears an eye-patch.

- Ingo, probably a side effect of rarely eating back in Hisui, gets hungry a bit quicker than other ghouls do. And his ‘darker self’ likes to entertain the idea of binge eating.

- He also discovers coffee being edible like... A month later? Hoards jars of the stuff it to the point it has its own drawer.

- When was the first time Ingo activated his Kagune? It’s either a) an epic battle against some thugs trying to cart away stolen Pokemon from the city, probably some Team Rocket dudes, and upon being led to believe his brother was badly injured, activated it in desperation and rage. or b) he stubbed his toe too hard on his bed one day and the tail came out on instinct.

- Although he never admits it, Ingo does have a meat preference, younger men, about early 20′s. He’s a bit picky too. Not fond of hearts or brains. He loves the lower loin and crackling (basically cooked the skin during a mental break down and broke down further when he realised, oh fuck, this tastes good.) and he freaking loves ribs and a certain part of the back that he imagines is akin to a bbq steak. honestly, the man might have ended up as a gourmet in another ghoul au. might even try and sneak some meat in to cook at home, but his sanity isn’t quite gone yet and he really doesn’t want Emmet accidentally eating it.

- Ingo’s ‘Cooking Humans for Dummies Book’ is entertained.

- (He’ll especially never admit that his brother smells a lot more appetising than the others.)

- Ingo is absolutely stronger than he used to be, even more so with his Kagune, which lets him able to fight fully evolved Pokemon like Krookadile without assistance. 

- He also feels awkward around his brother, who sorta decided to hunt down the Cannibal and invited his brother to join him.

- Ingo gets two masks. The first one was an altered gentlemen mask he stole from Nimbasa’s Theatre. The second? Well, he really needed a new mask, that old one barely covered the more unique features of his face that Emmet could absolutely spot if he gets close enough. Both only show one eye, which is his kakugan eye.

- This also means his depth perception gets a bit jank. How many times has Ingo run into a Stop sign? Yes.

- He also gets a black cloak/robe to wear. Maybe even stole or pulled strings for a voice modifier. 

- Muscle memory is a pain. Especially when your Naruto running away from your brother, who in turn is Naruto running after you like some Lupin the Third episode.

- Ever since the first meal, his sanity has sloooowly been crumbling. His mission is cure himself of this ‘curse’ but he starts to fear that its not possible. He hates (enjoys) being a ghoul and decides that if he begins to teeter on sanity’s edge, he’ll vanish from the public for good. As much as he fears on leaving Emmet alone, he despairs at the thought of the last of Emmet’s mind breaking at the revelation that the brother he loved and looked up to was behind such atrocious acts. It’s better that he remembers Ingo for who he used to be, before he unravelled into this and tarnish that memory forever.

- Ingo does notice the empty bottles of alcohol as well as rarer strange white bottles that rattle that he finds in certain spots of the apartment, he remembers the first one he found that Emmet quickly hid as if he would be greatly ashamed if his brother found out. He never talked about it, but always reminded him that if he was ever ready, Ingo would be all ears.

- That last bit is probably why Ingo’s scared of the revelation. If Emmet finds out about him, he’d likely just... Break. But if he leaves with no warning, Emmet would probably descend back into despair. He’s stuck in a hard place.

- Ingo isn’t sure if his Pokemon are aware of his ‘hunts’, but he feels like Chandelure knows. 

- Although it isn’t really possible, if Ingo ever somehow develops a Kakuja... Well, he’ll probably be as sane as Centipede Kaneki is. AKA, not very sane at all.

- Will Emmet ever accept Ingo as a ghoul..? Well, guess that depends :) 

- A Bad End scenario? Ingo’s sanity just snapping and becoming the complete opposite, unusually cruel and uncaring with the appetite of a binge eater. Probably feeds his brother his food cause he’s a fucked up dude. (I should write a High Humanity Ingo and Zero Humanity Ingo for comparison.)

#pokemon #pokemon legends arceus #pla #ingo #warden ingo #ghoul au #Ingo Ghoul AU #gooey rambling

[scullysexual]

31 Days of Fictober (25/31)

autumn prompts | post series- william au | third person william pov | g | wc; 800 | ao3 | fictober day 25 |

@today-in-fic @xffictober2021

The Unremarkable Pumpkin Patch.

Prompt: "Do we really need to go to a pumpkin patch? Can't we just buy one at the store?"

“William, come on!” his mother calls from the bottom of the stairs. “We’re going now, come and get your shoes on!”

William huffs, throwing down his controller at the sound of his mother calling him again. He thought if he’d just ignored her she’d go away but he should know by now that that never works.

His parents have their coats on while Will stands on the last step still in just his socks.

“Where are we going?” he asks.

Scully sighs, holding out a pair of sneakers to her child.

“To the pumpkin patch,” she tells him sounding frustrated. “I told you this yesterday, why don’t you ever listen?”

“I forgot!” Will snaps but that look from his mother has him dropping the attitude. “Do we really need to go on a pumpkin patch?”

“Yes,” his mother answers sharply.

“Can’t we just buy one at the store?” It’s closer, not to mention quicker.

“You used to love going to the pumpkin patch,” his father says.

Will pulls a face.

“Yeah. When I was a baby.” At nine and a half years old, William Mulder-Scully was not a baby anymore.

“Well, you’re going today,” Scully tells him. “Get your coat on.”

“Fine…” huffs Will. He ties his laces, zips up his coat and, as a last minute thought, sneaks his DS with him.

The pumpkin patch is busy and uneventful. Will has vague memories of this place being a lot better. Not that he’s paying much attention, Pokemon is currently providing better entertainment that a bunch of pumpkins are.

His mother tells him to put the game away to which William does only to pull it out two minutes later. His father tries to grab his attention by pointing out all the black and white pumpkins but it doesn’t work. Ultimately, Will is just uninterested. Lost in his game he misses and sad and hopeful look Scully gives Mulder.

The school bus drops him off on the main road. His parents went off the grid when he was younger, left the US and moved to Nowhere, Canada. He lives in a house his father refers to as ‘The Unremarkable House’, Will isn’t quite sure why. Before school and after school he has to run up and down the long path. On the way back from school, he gets to the big gate and climbs over it. When William reaches it today something catches his eye, something orange.

He climbs the gate and his jaw drops. Pumpkins. Hundreds of them cover the ground, sprawled out everywhere much like a patch. Will can’t stop the joy from spreading through him, he hops over the gate and runs towards his house finding the front to be decorated; cobwebs covering the porch railings, spiders and bats hang from the roof, more pumpkins, this time with faces carved into them, sit on the swing and near the door. Due to their remote location, their lack of visitors, usually they never bothered decorating- Will had to admit it looked impressive.

He pushes open the front door and sees his father in his office.

“You did all that?” Will asks, referring to the outside.

Mulder turns, surprised, and takes his glasses off.

“Your mom helped a bit but yeah.”

“Why?” asks Will.

“Well, we saw how uninterested you were with the pumpkin patch the other day so we thought we’d make our own. And more.”

Will grins. “Is that why we went there? So you could buy all the pumpkins?”

Mulder laughs. “It was definitely a lot cheaper than buying them at the store.” Then, “So you like it?”

Will looks out the window, seeing the pumpkins stretch for miles.

“Yeah,” he says. Turning back to face his father. “So Halloween is on then?”

Mulder frowns inquisitively. “I thought you said you were too old?”

“Too old for pumpkin patches not for Halloween,” Will corrects. “So,” he begins. “I want candy and movies. Oh, and I want to hear about the cases you and Mom investigated.”

“Will—” Mulder interjects.

“What? You said you’d tell me when I was older. Guess what? I’m old and if they’re half as spooky as you say they are then Halloween is the perfect time to tell them.”

“Okay,” Mulder agrees. “But we’ll decide wich one we tell you about.”

“Fine,” says Will. “As long as it’s not the one about the man who controlled the weather cause he was in love.”

“What’s wrong with that one?”

“It’s lame. Not the mention, not spooky.”

“Okay,” Mulder chuckles. “Not the weather one. How about…” he gets thinking. “That time me and your mom were stuck in a cabin with a generator only half full of oil and bugs that kill you?”

Will thinks for a second, then.

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Okay…”

#the x-files #the x files #txf fic #xfiles fanfiction #prompt list #autumn prompts #g #third person william pov #fictober21 #fictober day 25 #scullysexualwrites #tdpwp

[laserbobcat]

Also I’ve had this magic AU in mind since I made this halloween drawing with Blue as a witch - probably because @imperial-palace and @red-sterling have been throwing witches around like crazy these days ;)  Also I fucking love magic. It took all the space in my brain but I just CAN’T write it properly like I want so here’s Part 04 of my whatever-fuck-it dump!      ------------------------------------ So Blue is the pokemon gym leader of Viridian City, and also a witch - a brilliant one at that. The viridian gym is safer than half the temples of Kanto and he boasts about it whenever he can. I mean, he’s from a nerd family after all, big brains, talented and all. His grandpa studies pokemon and pokemon magic and Blue helps him sometimes. His sister is a renowned healer. He wanders a lot (which annoys Lance big time, be there for the challengers Blue, for Arceus sake). He often checks the Viridian forest because it has a tendency to attract faeries, spirits and even sometimes demons. Nobody has been lost in it since he began keeping an eye on it though, putting protective spells everywhere and exorcizing whatever is causing trouble- he boasts about that too.

One day in the forest he stumbles upon this dude that’s just sleeping there on a grass patch under a pile a pikachus. (I need to draw that) Nothing to be alarmed -if the guy didn’t have those red eyes like only high ranking demons have. Blue freaks out and try to banish him - which has no effect. The man only seems bewildered and the pikachus are pissed off now. No spell seems to affect him, he has no magical aura whatsoever, the pokémon, included his own umbreon, seems to especially like him (pokémon are notably aggressive with evil spirits) and he appears so normal that Blue asks him if he think it’s funny to wear fucking demon-like contact lenses in the fucking forest. But no, those are his real eyes, and his name is Red, and “I lived on a mountain before but I got bored and wanted to see a forest. It’s nice here. Why are you looking at me like that?” Since Blue just can’t leave a goddamn demon wandering around the woods, he tries something else: a bonding spell. It works holy arceus. So now he has a probably demonic familiar (Gramps is gonna kill me) and tries to discover what the hell exactly is Red, since he himself doesn’t seem to know or care. The main tension I would put in this story would be, obviously, Blue falling for Red, because he’s a sweetheart, he’s fun, he’s clever, he learned to cook very well and plays a bit of Blue’s old dusty guitar, that’s adorable how he cuddles with every pokemon he sees, and have you seen his butt dammit. But demons are very well known for seducing people and eating their souls and other pleasantries, so it’s a big nope, what if this one is just very, very good at acting? I like the trope of extremely powerful creatures being dorks. Red would accidentally deactivate huge complex spells by just touching them “Sorry I didn’t see that” or carve a little pikachu out of wood to make a cute present for Blue, except the thing turns up to be an exceedingly powerful amulet that Blue would have to defuse if he doesn’t want to catch the attention of every faery in a 150 miles radius. He can’t use any magic on purpose though, and Blue often calls him the most useless magical familiar ever, to which Red answers “Shut up you love my lasagna.” The culmination of The Angst™ would be an event or information that would make Red fear for Blue’s safety around him and panic, breaking the bond placed on him (that was never really chaining him anyway) and disappear. Blue just gives up pretending he’s a very reasonable witch at that point, and go get his sexy roomie back, asking his childhood familiar Leaf for help. They end up finding Red in a dark cave up on that damned mountain he talked about before. Red tries to scare him away: and it’s convincing because he can be very, very scary now that he remembers how to use his powers - but Blue stands his ground and won’t leave without him. The argument that wins him over is “Dude I just can’t live without you lasagnas anymore” wich makes Red laugh so hard that he drops the toothy horrors illusions and just rush and hugs him. That’s also the moment Red remembers he’s actually an angel. He was so bored that he meddled directly with human things, had a magic accident involving a pissed off fire demon, and was trapped down here as a result, with most of his old powers and memories gone. But it’s okay, he shrugs, because Earth is way more interesting. “YOU’RE A WHAT?”      ------------------------------------------------ THANKS GOD it’s finally out of my poor head. So blessed. Namaste.

#namelessshipping #trainer red #blue oak #green oak #pokemon #umbreon #Witch AU #fanfic #my art

[battletowered]

Commemoration

Headcanon Drabble in Leon’s “ more severe darkest day au ” verse which I’m reposting and bringing forward to this blog from the archive for the anniversary.

TW: Deals with mourning and major character death.

    One year.

    It’s hard for him to believe. Leon still fully expects that one of these times when his phone buzzes that his face is going to flash up on screen. That he’s going to get a call and hear him asking to want to meet up and battle or grab some lunch together. He knows it’s impossible. He knows that’s never a call he’s going to get. He could delete the contact. Give himself some kind of finality but… there’s a photo that he’d taken himself attached to that contact. Smiling wide and bright– a genuine one and not just one for the camera. One of the ones that had too much teeth because he was laughing as Leon tried to get his phone back.

    His phone has never been so quiet as it has in the past year. It’s been a hard adjustment.

     He’d visited this morning. Left two huge bouquets of mixed flowers because there was too much slate grey. Boring, Raihan would have called it, and Raihan deserved something as vibrant as he is… was. The headstone is modest, situated between two cypress trees. It was hard to believe they were already getting so big. Leon had spared no expense on his flowers– sweetpea, rainflowers, carnations, tulips, canterbury bells and most importantly snapdragons, because he knew that the ones named after his favorite type would have made him smile the most.

    He’d gone early because Leon doesn’t think he can bring himself to face Raihan’s family. He knows they don’t blame him. They must have told him a thousand times the day of the funeral, though he can’t say he really remembers all that much from that day. Those two weeks following Eternatus’ capture were encapsulated in an ugly grey smear in his memory.

    He remembers searing pain in his ribs. Feeling hollow– like something had dug a hole through his stomach. He remembers feeling like he was going to collapse a lot. He remembers the way that his head pounded to the beat of a deafeningly cheering crowd the day he lost his title.

     But he barely remembered his own best friend’s funeral. What a joke. How fitting that the self-absorbed champion would have been more concerned with himself and his title during the time he should have been saying goodbye. He’d heard a million reasons why it wasn’t his fault– as if he didn’t already know that. That there was nothing Leon would have been able to do to stop Raihan from trying to protect Hammerlocke because it was his home. It’s still his home.

    It feels like one failure among hundreds. Sometimes he still wonders, though, if maybe he could have. If he had just said something different. Would anything have changed if Leon hadn’t stubbornly insisted that he would be fine, but Raihan’s duty was to protect the people of Hammerlocke because they needed him.

    They still need him. But he wasn’t here anymore.

    That was why Leon was here, actually. At least that’s why he’d lingered after visiting the grave.

    He’d assumed that the city would hold sour memories for him. Sure, it did, but not nearly so severely as Leon had expected they’d be. There was something almost inspiring about it, actually, because Hammerlocke had come together and healed the physical scars left by Eternatus. They had held on and healed, and it gave Leon the hope that he would be able to do the same. His mother had always told him that he was named after Dandelions for a reason. There was nothing more stubborn than a weed, the little plants that would keep existing in spite of everything in the world working against them. Perhaps if Leon could do that– just keep existing against everything going against him– then maybe he’d be able to shake that feeling that something was missing.

    It would work. He’d made it work before. It had to work. He had no other option. The world wasn’t going to stop and wait on him to piece himself back together. The world didn’t end just because Leon felt like it was.

    Still, Leon can see the city is in mourning. Or he might be projecting his own, soured mood. Either way people have been giving him space, and the streets have been so quiet. He appreciates it, honestly. It’s hard to put on a strong face, even on a good day. He won’t let himself cry in public, though he knows his face is red and swollen from doing just that earlier this morning. His eyes and head hurt, but his tears seemed to have dried up for now.

    That’s a good thing anyway. He doesn’t want people to worry about him. He’ll be fine.

    There’s a huff of breath, and Leon suddenly is reminded that he’d let Charizard out of her ball to help him along. She ceases his forward motion with a gentle, broad wing. He’s so glad she’s good at not getting turned around. She knows the right direction– something Leon can’t manage when he’s not spacing out and irritated. Leon looks up, relieved to see the battlements of the castle already repaired, though just the sight gives him a woozy feeling.

    He hears rather than sees it coming as he looks up toward the top of the battlements, the sharp, melodic sound of wings splitting through air just a fraction of a second before he’s slammed into bodily. He teeters, barely managing to keep his footing as he struggles with the momentum, laughing breathlessly.

    “Flygon!” There’s the panicked call of Sebastian as he winds his way down the staircases of the castle as fast as his legs will take him. Camilla and Aria follow in tow, though pause to wave at Leon as Sebastian rushes to come help pry the excited Pokemon off of Leon. Leon’s still laughing, though. He can’t help it with the way the large dragon type is nuzzling against him and demanding he pet along it’s head.

-_-_-_-

    For a while it’s hard to bring himself to be sad– he’s buried in Pokemon who want his attention. Raihan’s team were always excited to see him, even if he’d just visited them less than a month ago. He likes to come check on them, mostly because he knows how hard it can be for any Pokemon to adjust to sudden change but especially so dragon types. It goes unsaid, of course, that there were other reasons he liked to see them. It always pleased him to see them happy and relaxed.

    For a while Leon had been chatting with the Gym Trainers about nothing at all really– at least it was nothing at all to him anymore. Mostly about the league– trying to figure out what to do with the Gym and the adjustments and whether the gym would be capable of returning to the major league or if it should be stepped back while they searched for a new leader.

    It’s not hard to tell they miss him. No one has said it, but Leon is perceptive, so they don’t have to. They skirt around outright saying what they know is true– that he’s gone and that it’s been hard to make the adjustment to move on because they’d lost such a force of personality. He knows because he’d seen them mirror his shock and fear and sorrow a year ago. He’d seen them mourning, too.

    Now that they’d run out of safe topics to talk about, they’ve lapsed into silence. They just share their spaces on the pitch while they watch the Pokemon mill about. Sandaconda has curled up in Leon’s lap to sleep and Goodra has become a fixture at his side. She’s soaking his coat through with her goo, but Leon doesn’t mind it because she’s coddling him in a way that’s frighteningly similar to the way people do to baby pokemon.

    “You should take them with you.”

    It was like it all shattered in an instant. Just with those words. Leon’s head jerks upwards in Aria’s direction, blinking slowly as if the statement had confused him. As the realization sinks in, his eyes widen the way a wild pokemon’s might. Aria merely adjusts her glasses on her nose and averts her gaze.

    “…You mean Raihan’s pokemon?” Leon lingers on each word. He wants to clarify it even if it’s perfectly obvious what she’s referring to.

    “Yes”

    “Are they…. Really being that rowdy here?” Leon ventures, meaning for it to sound like a joke. As if to punctuate his discomfort, a nervous laugh slips through his mouth. Sandaconda stirs in his lap because he’s halted his stroking over the Pokemon’s scales.

   “That’s not what I… what we mean.” Aria sighs, sounding resigned already. She seems to consider her words carefully before she continues. “We’ve… The Gym Leaders and I have been speaking about it. We’re not trying to just pawn them off on you but… they really do seem to be their happiest when you’re here Cham– Leon.”

    Leon would like to keep staring at the grass on the stadium field, but he finds his gaze being drawn up to where Flygon and Charizard are play-fighting with one another. Then to where Duraludon and Gigalith have taken advantage of the warm weather to nap in a patch of sunlight. To where Torkoal and Turtonator are quietly crunching on some snacks just outside of Leon’s direct reach. He can’t say that they look particularly happier than they do any other time he’s seen then, but he supposes he wouldn’t know because he’s only ever seen them in his own presence.

    Still… It feels wrong in a way. Those are Raihan’s pokemon. His rival’s pokemon. His stomach twists at the realization that it’s not like he can ask Raihan because he’s not here to say. The idea hurts.

   “I shouldn’t.” Leon’s voice is so thin that he doesn’t even recognize it as his own. His throat is tight around this lump that’s forming, and he can feel the pressure at the bridge of his nose that happens right before he’s going to cry. He can’t– not here.

   “Why not?” Camilla answers this time. Her tone isn’t condescending or judgemental or goading, just an honest question. Leon doesn’t answer, and so she continues. “You’ve had plenty of experience raising dragon types. They know you well. Just… look at them? Goodra has been sitting with you since you got here and Flygon nearly bowled you over because he was so excited to see you this morning.”

    Tight. His throat is so tight it hurts, and ever so slightly Leon’s begun to tremble with the effort to keep his emotions wrapped up within his body.

    “It’s not that I don’t think I can. I love them… I’d love to raise them but…” Leon hesitated, not sure what words to use. Speaking about his feelings had never been his strong suit. What is he even trying to say?

     That bringing them in means finally having to accept that he’s gone? That there is no more Rival’s team because there was no more Rival. That it feels wrong to take his Pokemon because some deep part of him thinks that he’d never be able to be as good to them as Raihan was because he adored them. That he’d spent years and years watching Raihan with them to know they loved him just as much.

    He knows what it means. It means realizing that the Pokemon that he’d watched Raihan raise– some even from eggs– had lost so much a year ago too. They’d lost their guide. They’d lost their best friend just like Leon had. Leon could take them but he didn’t think he’d ever fill those shoes the way that Raihan did.

    “I don’t think I’m ready yet. If… I take them in, I want to make sure I can give them the life they deserve.” It’s raw. Entirely too raw the way the words come out, and it feels like something is digging thorns into his chest as he manages to force them out. He leaves ‘the life Raihan would have wanted for them’ out because he knows it doesn’t need to be said. Somehow Leon would have guessed that if anyone could relate to his feelings, it would have been the gym trainers.

    They’d been kind enough to give him space the first time he’d come to see Raihan’s team. When he’d cried helplessly and clung to Flygon and Duraludon for an hour while the tar has wormed its way out of his system and the realization sunk in that he was actually gone and that it wasn’t just a bad dream caused by the pain medicine from the hospital. He was sure they knew.

    “I’m… planning on moving. I would want to move first, to make sure they have the space they need to run and play. I don’t have that luxury right now in Wyndon. They need exercise. I want to make sure I can take care of them properly and do right by them.”

    “But… you’d consider it?”

    “Mmm.” Leon hums because he can’t talk anymore without the dam breaking. Leon nods, though, so they know he will, indeed, consider it. There’s more than what he’s said too. So much more. He wants to feel stable. He wants to know that he’s not going to look at Raihan’s team and feel the urge to cry as much as he does now, because he misses him. He wants to make sure they don’t come into a home only to be stressed by Leon’s own baggage. Sandaconda presses it’s snout into the warmth of his hand, and it’s enough to shake loose the somber laugh that’s caught in his throat. “I don’t think I could ever actually add them to my team. I’m pretty sure Raihan would come back and haunt me for stealing his weather strategy.”

    They lapse back into silence for a long moment. The quiet is deafening even around the sound of Goodra cooing and the soft crunch of Pokemon eating. Even around the groans of Charizard and the song-like beating of Flygon’s wings and the two wrestle around each other. Leon sighs, and leans back a little more against Goodra.

   “Thank you.” Leon’s gaze darted up again toward the others. Aria mumbled it, but the other two nodded their agreement. “It’s been… hard on them being separated among the three of us and… We really do think it’s what he would have wanted for them.”

    It’s those words that do it. Leon could swear he feels his frayed emotions snap as he raises a frantic hand to try and stem the flow of tears which are already coming. Goodra, finally picking up on his trembling now that he’s leaned against her more, fusses with him, tucking his body under her neck and letting out a bubbling coo.

    Leon’s heart wrenches in his chest and he feels sick at the stressed flipping of his stomach. He hiccups to try and breath around the rock that’s sitting in his throat but it doesn’t seem like he’s going to be able to will the tears away this time so he’s left to feebly wipe at them with the sleeves of his coat. He’s a cup that’s been overfilled, and now that the tension has given out his emotions are leaking out.

    “I know.” It’s all that Leon can manage before his throat tightens too much for him to speak.

#ooc || off the clock #Drabbles || Written Histories #queue #Verse || Mourn with the moon and the stars up above

[dapokemonmadster]

Hey I wrote chapter 2 of that Monster AU I started writing like 10 months ago lmao

FFN: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12606594/2/Of-Monsters-and-Mayhem

And!! If you’d rather read it here on tungle!!

Crystal raced down the dimly lit sidewalk, heart slamming against her ribcage and breath clawing at her throat. She skidded on the pavement, still slick from the rain, and made a sharp turn. She tripped on a crack, caught herself on a mailbox, and continued running, chasing after the patter of feet from something large blundering down the road, and the distressed howls that accompanied it. She was still trying to wrap her mind around what had happened, not quite believing that it was real. One minute, Gold had been standing in front of her, the next, he’d been doubled over with pain and then, there’d been a split second when she’d caught sight of red fur and slavering jaws before… whatever-it-was bolted. As Crystal ran past, she noticed the bushes and beds of flowers lining the road had been trampled into the dirt, and gulped.

“Dammit, Gold, I can’t believe this,” She fumed to herself. She rounded yet another corner and realized they were heading towards a populous downtown square, full of street vendors and tourist traps selling dinky souvenirs. She sped up, feeling her legs burn. The more people saw him, the worse the situation would get. Altering memory was, unfortunately, not a form of magic in her inventory. Her path was suddenly illuminated with an increased number of streetlamps, pooling an ugly, yellow light on the cracked pavement, and Crystal stumbled to a slower gait as she neared the square, not wanting to draw much attention to herself, sweaty and disheveled as she was. Though, if Gold was anywhere in sight, she doubted she’d be considered a spectacle. She cast her eyes around warily. There was no trace of red fur, or disturbance. Music and raucous laughter were blaring from a group of people dancing outside a bar, a few couples and tourists casually made their way around, staring in windows and never stopping to buy, and good smells and chatter came from a mess of food trucks parked in a jumble, taking up more room than necessary. Crystal cautiously made her way deeper, on high alert for any change in the atmosphere. She found it when screams erupted near the food vendors. She twisted her bracelet and rushed over, not quite knowing what to prepare for.

She wasn’t ready for what she found. The beast was big. Not as big as her imagination may have suggested, but still formidable. The street lights shone on dark red fur, long and lanky limbs that ended in sharp, black claws, glowing, red eyes, and a curiously large tuft of white fur that ran along its back and came over the top of its head like some strange mohawk. It stood at least six feet tall on its hind legs, and currently it was sitting, quite content, feasting upon hotdogs in the wreckage of a cart.

“... Are you kidding me.” Crystal said, in a flat tone. The beast - Gold, she supposed - lifted his head and wagged his stumpy tail at the sight of her. She heaved a long sigh. Gold went back to eating hotdogs.

“Okay. No, nope, nuh-uh. We can’t stay here. Do you realize how many people have already seen you?” Crystal asked. Gold gave yet another innocent wag. “The answer is too many.” She sighed again and raised her left hand. Her bracelet glinted in the dim light. Closing her eyes, Crys focused her concentration and tapped into her reserve of magic. A pulse of cool air emitted from the bracelet, and the lights in the square winked out like candles in a stiff breeze. Turning her attention back to Gold, Crystal flicked her wrist and the gem in her bracelet began to glow, giving her barely enough light to make out his silhouette. She approached him cautiously, hoping he was as harmless as he seemed to be. Gently, she reached out and stroked him with the tips of her fingers. He snuffled at her hand. Without making any sudden movements, she flattened her palm on his shoulder blade. His red eyes, glowing in the darkness, flitted upwards to meet hers, and for a second she felt her heart freeze in fear. Then he simply cocked his head in confusion.

“I think I might actually prefer you in this form.” She grumbled, running her hand through his thick tuft of white fur. It was incredibly soft. He looked away from her, turning his attention back towards the hotdogs.

“Oh no you don’t,” Crys said, grabbing one of his paws and throwing his arm around her shoulders. “You’re coming with me, buddy.” He whined pitifully as she dragged him away from the mess of splattered food.

“Stop it, you don’t want to eat more of that. Do you know what hotdogs are made of?” She said. Rhetorical question, but it seemed to do the trick. Gold whined again, but stopped resisting as she pulled him away from the corner of street vendors. Now what? Crystal thought to herself. She needed somewhere to hide Gold until he turned back. If he turned back. People were already starting to gather, standing at the edge of the patch of shadow, murmuring about the lights. Crystal knew it wouldn’t be long before the braver of their numbers began to blindly plunge towards her.

“Alright, uhhhh, well, I hope your roommate’s not in.” She whispered to Gold, pulling him away from the people in the square and into a back alley. Gold licked her cheek.

“You’re no help at all.” She grumbled.

Gold’s apartment was a cheap, old, ten story on the shadier side of town. It was stuck so close between a line of other identical buildings, it felt like there was no room to breathe. Crystal hated walking down this street, especially at night. Not because of the group of people with cigarettes in their mouths and beers clutched in their hands giving her funny stares from across the road, but because she felt trapped. The stars were so far above, and the towering apartments so tall, she always felt like she was walking at the bottom of a ravine. A disgusting, smelly ravine with piss in the street, but that was beside the point. Gold’s building was in shambles, practically falling apart, but as he had been out of a job before getting picked up by the Magical Committee, and god knows what his roommate, Silver, did for a living, it’d been all the two of them could afford.

Besides, Gold liked living on the shady side of town; there was a certain feeling to it that he seemed to revel in. It was ‘alive’ and ‘raw’ and ‘exciting,’ he said, as though catcalling men, pickpockets and societal scum could be called exciting.

Crystal led Gold to the apartment, straining to pull open the door to the lobby, stuck as it was in a swollen door frame. Gold watched her curiously, then seemed to tire of watching her efforts and promptly turned to pee on a fire hydrant. Crystal glared at him. She shoved her shoulder into the door and it finally swung open. Panting, she reached out to take Gold’s paw and lead him inside. Unfortunately, the frame seemed a bit too small for the massive werewolf. It took a solid 45 seconds of tugging to pull his furry body through the door and into the hallway.

Crystal sighed as she shut the door behind her and lead Gold upstairs to the apartment. This was where things could get a little tricky.

“Hey, anyone home?” she called, knocking on the door. No answer. She knocked a little louder. Still, nothing.

“Alright, lucky us… he’s either out or asleep.” She muttered. Not even bothering with the keys, she tapped the door handle with her left hand, bracelet letting out a flash. The door swung open with ease, and Gold whined as the smell of old sweat and pizza rose up to meet them.

“You’ve got no right to complain, this is your doing.” Crystal said, pulling her shirt up over her nose and forging ahead. Gold pawed at his nose, looking miserable, as Crystal led him inside. The interior was clearly divided. Half of the tiny living room was littered with discarded clothing items, empty take out boxes, and crumpled papers covered with an illegible scrawl. The other half had an air of sloppy neatness, everything was in its place, but it didn’t feel like there was quite enough space for everything to fit comfortably. Incredibly, Crystal knew the neat half was Gold’s side. Gold jumped up onto the couch, padding around in a circle before flopping down with a tiny, content noise in the back of his throat. Crystal sighed and walked into the cramped kitchen. The apartment itself was very small. Two bedrooms, a bathroom that was more akin to a closet, a living room with a couch, tv, and Silver’s desk and computer tucked in the corner and the kitchen, which comprised of a sink, a mini fridge, a microwave, and a water heater. Crystal often wondered how two people could live in such close proximity, especially when ‘friends’ was a gross overstatement in describing their relationship.

Crystal rummaged around a cabinet and was pleasantly surprised to find a box of tea. Too tired to even care what kind it was, she grabbed a mug (making doubly sure that it was clean), plopped a tea bag in it and started boiling water. As she waited for the water to heat she walked back into the living room. Gold had fallen asleep curled in a ball, the tip of his tail over his nose, fur fluttering every time he breathed. He really was just like a big puppy.

The water in the kitchen began to bubble, and Crystal returned in time to see a funnel of white steam escape the water heater before it automatically switched off. She poured a generous amount into her mug and added a pinch of sugar from the near-empty sugar pot on the table. She re-entered the living room once more with her mug clutched cozily between her hands. Pulling over Silver’s desk chair, she took a seat facing Gold, and gingerly blew on the steaming surface of her tea. Crystal didn’t feel like she should sleep. At least, not until she saw Gold change back, as she assumed (and desperately hoped) he would after the moon went down. She was fairly certain he was a werewolf… there didn’t seem to be any other explanation. In fact… she hastily set her tea down on the floor and whipped off her backpack, rummaging around in it until she found what she was looking for. The Monsterdex was wedged between two cans of energy drinks from where she’d tossed it after Gold had bolted away from her, and she quickly checked it for any scratches or marks. Juniper would’ve had her skin if she damaged such a valuable piece of technology. Opening the dex she pointed it in Gold’s direction curiously. The screen flashed and words immediately came up on the screen.

WEREWOLF. A monster that only appears on the night of a full moon.

A werewolf can be extremely dangerous when cornered and attacks with claws and teeth.

The bite of a werewolf can infect others. Proceed with caution.

A more detailed description lay beneath, but Crystal’s eyes were too heavy with exhaustion to make it any further. She blinked as a window popped up over the entry.

PLEASE ENTER NAME OF SPECIMEN:

Crystal frowned at the word ‘specimen’ then typed in Gold’s name. The dex informed her that a new file had been created, before she snapped it shut and stored it in her pack. She slumped backwards in her chair. The need for sleep was coming on strong, but she was determined not to succumb. She could fight it, she could-

Before she knew it, Crystal was snoring.

She woke up to a stiff neck and cramped back. She groaned, sitting back upright and stretching. Sleeping in a chair was never a good plan. Foggily, she wiped at her eyes and combed her fingers through her twintails, in a useless attempt to make them appear less frazzled. Crystal moved her foot and it clinked against the cup of tea lying at her feet, still half full. She blearily glanced at the couch. It was vacant. A small indent in the cushions was the only indication that a werewolf had been curled up there mere hours before.

Panicked, Crystal shot to her feet, rapidly blinking the sleep away as she tried to find Gold. Whipping her head around, she found no trace of him in the living room. She flew to the kitchen, and, finding it empty, reared back around and shot across the living room to the door of Gold’s room. She flung it open so hard it slammed into the wall. Gold, who was standing in the middle of the room, back in his human form and wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, screamed and nearly jumped into the ceiling.

“Crys!” He yelped. “A little privacy!?”

“Oh. Sorry,” Crystal said, shutting the door as quickly as she’d opened it. She sighed with relief. “What happened to your clothes?”

“Well I just took a shower, and I wasn’t planning on anyone barging into my room,” Gold replied, the scowl in his voice clear. “Aside from that I’m glad I woke up before you, since I found myself on the couch buck naked. What the hell happened?”

“Huh. Interesting. Do you remember anything about your transformation?” Crystal said, slowly, testing the waters.

“Transformation? I… wait. Oh my god. Wait.” Crys heard some shuffling before Gold opened the door, now dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, and stared at her with terrified eyes.

“Crys am I one of them? One of the monsters?” He said softly. Crys took a step back, contemplating how to tell someone that they turned into a slobbering, fluffy monster during a full moon. “Did I… hurt anybody?”

“No! No, nobody got hurt. In fact, not too many people even saw you! It’s alright. I mean, you’re a werewolf, but aside from that everything’s okay.” She reassured him.

“I’m a werewolf?!” Gold yelped.

“Well, yes, but honestly that means we only have to worry about you during the full moon! I think. And you’re not even scary. You’re pretty big, but also fluffy? And sweeter than normal. Honestly I might like you more as a werewolf than I do as a human.”

“Rude,” He said, but smiled at the light teasing. Then his face fell. “I’m sorry, Crys. None of this would have happened if I had just listened to you, and hadn’t been screwing around. This sucks and I’m just- I’m sorry I landed you in this situation.”

“Hey,” Crys said, and pulled him in for a big hug. “Thanks for apologizing. But don’t take all the blame, Juniper was right when she said I should’ve been keeping a closer eye on you. It’s partially my responsibility that this happened at all. But I mean, what’s done is done and I’d rather get this job finished so we don’t have to think about it ever again. So, uh, let’s just call it square and sort this mess out?”

“Deal,” Gold grinned, pulling away from the hug to give her a firm handshake.

“Speaking of mess,” Crystal glanced over to Silver’s side of the living room. “I haven’t seen hide nor hair of your roommate.”

“Silver? My guess is he’s asleep.” Gold said, scratching his head.

“What does he do for a living anyway?” Crystal wondered aloud. Gold’s face split with a wicked grin.

“Would you believe me if I told you he gets commissioned to write Proteam Omega fanfiction?”

“No way.”

“Yes way.”

“Alright, yeah, I absolutely believe that. But also, seriously?” Crystal stifled a giggle. She barely knew the guy, but she would never let Silver live this down.

“Don’t tell him I told you, he’ll murder me,” Gold cackled, hardly looking sorry he’d tattled. “Anyways, it’s almost noon and high time the guy got out of bed.”

“Almost noon?” Crystal yelped, glancing around for a clock. “We can’t waste anymore time! Wake him up and then we’ve got to go!” Striding over to the couch, Gold picked up one of the cushions (the thing was hard as a rock and Crys was positive he had pulled it out of Radio Tower’s dumpster) and chucked it as hard as he could at the door to Silver’s room. It connected with a loud thunk, and dropped to the floor. No other sounds followed it.

“Oh, weird. Now’s usually when he comes out and tries to murder me with a shoe.” Gold said. Crystal cautiously walked up to the door, and knocked.

“Silver? Are you in there? Sorry about the noise, we just want to make sure you’re awake.” She called through the keyhole.

“Yeah, dude! The new episode for your dumb show’s supposed to start in like, six minutes! You don’t want to miss that!” Gold hollered. There was no response.

“Um. Hm. Is he normally such a heavy sleeper?” Crys asked, turning to Gold, who shrugged.

“Depends. Sometimes the only way I can get him up is with an airhorn. Then again, once he was napping and threw a fit about me knocking over a cup from the other end of the apartment.”

“Well, to be fair, you essentially live in a cupboard. “You make a good point,” Gold conceded defeat before giving the door a firm tap with his fist. “Silv! C’mon buddy, time to wake up!”

“Okay. We should open this door and check on him.” Crystal said decisively.

“I’m sure he just stayed out with a friend or something. Maybe he’s with his sister, what’s her name, Blue.” Gold shrugged, but gripped the door handle anyway.

“Sure. Or maybe he was eaten by one of the, oh, nineteen or so monsters running around?”

“Oh, I totally forgot that was an issue for a sec,” Gold said, eyes widening. “SILVER, WE’RE COMING IN!” He yelled before twisting the handle and ramming his shoulder into the door. It flung open easily and he was sent sprawling into a heap of unwashed clothes.

“Ew.” He said. Crystal tapped him on the shoulder and he sat up, taking in the room around him. The sheets and curtains had been shredded, Silver’s vintage collectible Proteam Omega cards scattered, and pillow feathers and glass lay over everything like a thin film of snow. The window was busted wide open, and chilled air was whistling over the pointed shards of glass remaining embedded in the frame.

“Well that’s not good.” Gold said.

#Pokespe #Pokemon special #Pokemon adventures #Pokespe au #Pokespe fanfic #Madsta's fics #Madsta's writing #Pokespe gold #Pokespe crystal #Hmmnn enjoy!

[toukaisbetterthanyou]

Touken/Tousaki Headcanons in Pokémon au

Sorry if people aren’t familiar with Pokémon but hopefully it’s still understandable!

(1) this au goes back to kuroneki era and both kaneki and touka are young Pokémon trainers

(2) Although kaneki takes very good care of his Pokémon team, they’re all pretty weak and and don’t often participate in battles against other trainers. His mother basically raised him to be a caregiver, not a fighter, and so kaneki can’t defend himself when older kids pick on him for easy wins.

(3) *side hc of kaneki’s beginner team: vulpix, dratini, treecko, and magikarp

(4) Touka on the other hand is one of the toughest trainers in their age group. She hardly loses a battle, and even though she has a reputation of pushing her Pokémon to their max, they stick with her because they’ve been together for a long time and trust her.

(5) *side hc of touka’s beginner team: absol, maril, quilava

(6) Touka is also known for helping weaker trainers when their opponents have an unfair advantage (i.e. hinami and yoriko), and so it doesn’t take long till touka crosses path with kaneki.

(7) Team rocket members try to steal a rare Pokémon that kaneki has (dratini), and he works with touka to win a battle against them that lets him keep his dratini.

(8) Kaneki realizes then that he’ll have to develop some battling skills if he wants to protect his team, and so he begs touka to let him join her on her journey and teach him how to become a better trianer.

(9) Touka refuses. She’s a lone wolf and bringing him along will slow her down and probably get him into problems he shouldn’t be a part of.

(10) Later on though, one of touka’s Pokémon becomes ill and luckily kaneki finds her (honestly he had been following her) and he helps her cure it.

(11) Touka then allows kaneki to accompany her and promises to teach him to battle as long as he attends to her Pokémon when they need it.

(12) At first, touka is tough on kaneki because that’s how she learned to be a trainer, but she eventually softens as she sees how gentle he is with Pokémon and maybe even attracted but would never admit it.

(13) Kaneki also learns about touka’s caring personality when he sees her strong bond with her Pokémon and how much she motivates them to be their best.

(14) Also, kaneki’s vulpix has a crush on touka’s absol

(15) They both become inspired by one another: Kaneki picks up books about battling and Pokémon types to become stronger while Touka takes interest on medical books that kaneki recommends to her. Eventually, this starts touka’s curiosity on Pokémon biology and it’s origin.

(16) *Side hc: along their journey they would meet other TG characters and some of them join them for a certain period of time until they reach their destination.

(17) It’s all going pretty well until kaneki and touka come across really strong team rocket members (ayato and yamori)

(18) *side hc: I definitely see ayato owning a charizard at this stage

(19) They get beaten up badly, but are impressed with kaneki’s team and steal his Pokémon. In the mess of it, they accidentally take kaneki too when he tries to save his team, leaving behind touka and her heavily burned Pokémon.

(20) So kaneki ends up at team rockets base and witnesses his Pokémon team go through excruciating torture as team rocket pumps them up to become stronger. Kaneki goes through intense stress because of his strong bond with his Pokémon and becomes shironeki as in the aogiri arc.

(21) While touka recovers her Pokémon, she gathers strong trainers she and kaneki met along the way to help her save kaneki and his Pokémon.

(22) After this arc is over and they’re finally together again, kaneki decides to disband from touka and form his own gang to become stronger. Just like canon, he doesn’t want touka to be tangled in this mess and have her Pokémon become injured again, and he feels like she’s gained enough knowledge to care for her team if they ever become sick again. Touka is furious but kaneki doesn’t budge and reminds her of her dream and how she shouldn’t through it away.

Timeskip to tousaki now!

(23) Kaneki has the sesame pudding hair (but he didn’t lose his memory) and uses sasaki haise as his “celebrity name” because he is now the Pokémon champion!

(24) *side hc of sasaki’s team: gyarados (can megaevolve), ninetails, sceptile (can megaevolve), dragonite, dusknoir

(25) *extra Pokémon in his pc that he sometimes uses: tyranitar, scolipede, nidoking, steelix, pidgeot, and hydreigon

(26) *side hc that urie, mutsuki, saiko, and shirazu are the elite four and their specialties are poison, grass, fairy, and flying (holy crap I can go on with this side hc but we’re focusing on touken/tousaki now)

(27) Meanwhile, Touka is an assistant training to be a professor because it became her dream to become one when she learned more about biology.

(28) side hc of touka’s team: absol (can megaevolve), lopunny, azumarill, and typhlosion

(29) Sasaki comes back to his old town where he and touka grew up because he wants to patch things up with her.

(30) News spread fast that the champion is in town, but Touka doesn’t hear about it because she’s busy doing research in her laboratory.

(31) Even though sasaki wants to find touka solo, the elite four tags along (kinda annoyingly) and he has no other choice but to bring them along with him to her lab.

(32) Sasaki arrives and surprises touka but she accidentally ruins her experiment from the shock - kaneki is back after not contacting her for 3 years and the elite four are there too

(33) But too soon, the shock turns into anger. First touka gets mad that he made her mess up her research, then about how he never contacted her after he left, and then the elite four being present when they have no business being there.

(34) Sasaki tries to explain to touka that he ran into a lot of trouble with people at the beginning and then he became really busy when he earned the champion title since he had to run the Pokémon league champion and attend interviews/events.

(35) *meanwhile, saiko, urie, and shirazu are entertaining themselves with the Pokémon at the lab while mutsuki listens on the argument between sasaki and touka

(36) Things calm down a bit though when sasaki’s ninetails and touka’s absol have a happy reunion as oppose to their trainers. Sometimes a Pokémon’s actions are reflective of their trainers’ feelings and so they remain silent and watch them interact and play.

(37) “You know… I thought about you a lot,” sasaki says

(38) Touka sighs and admits that she’s seen all of his televised battles and knew that sasaki was kaneki the first time she saw him

(39) Sasaki starts asking questions about her research and that’s when touka gets excited and goes on about what she’s been studying

(41) Mutsuki sees the way that they look at each other and freaks out, so he sets out his venusaur to poison the little Pokémon in touka’s lab and calls her over

(41) “Ummm… Kirishima-san, I think one of the Pokémon has sprayed poison powder and has gotten all of your subjects sick,” acting all innocent

(42) Touka is quick to attend them and sasaki helps too, but decides he should probably come back another day so that he doesn’t continue to screw up touka’s research

(43) She insists that he stays longer though and playfully asks him to battle her, one on one, which gets most of the elite four’s approval.

(44) Touka knows she’s gonna lose anyways, but she just wants to see for herself how much he and his Pokémon have approved and show off her absol’s ability to megaevolve (he gets two wings)

(45) They battle and touka is very impressed as sasaki proves his title as Pokémon champion in their region.

(46) Honestly, I didn’t think much of what happens afterwards haha but that sasaki starts sending his Pokémon to touka to deliver love letters/poems that he writes. Touka always gives them treats as a thank you and sends them back to him with a card of her kiss stain and a little present for one of his Pokémon

Now that I’ve stopped here, I feel like I should’ve been more creative with this but oh well. It’s an au I’ve had for awhile and now I finally decided to share it :) Thanks for creating this blog for touken fans!

mod K:

Oh my god, as one pokemon nerd to another, i just want to say thank you! Thank you for sharing these awesome headcanons!!!

#headcanons #submissions #asks #touken #these were lovely #submission

[wingedscribe]

Apprentice Morgan (The Arcana)

Decided I’d do this questionnaire I saw floating around in order to nail down some more details about my fan apprentice for The Arcana, Morgan. For the record, they’re a grumpy nerd who exists in the same canon as @fairysealmother‘s apprentice Amalthea; Morgan’s on Asra’s route, Amalthea is on Julian’s. 

Part 1.) Characterization. Use these questions as a way to flesh out some of your character’s personality, background, likes/dislikes, etc.

Their surname?  Reid. 

Halloween costume? They’d complain the entire time about dressing up being a hassle and then show up in a pirate costume that they’ve lovingly handmade. 

Familiar/animal friend? If they had one, it would be a fox, but at the moment they don’t have one. 

Big spoon or little spoon?

Little spoon almost always. 

Religious?

Not particularly. They’d describe themselves as spiritual--as in they believe there’s something out there--but not religious per se. 

Favorite fruit?

They’re really fond of orange-flavored things. 

Idea of a nice date?

Shutting the shop for a day, going on a long walk on the beach and just talking/playing in the waves, shopping for dinner food on the way back, making and eating a nice dinner together, reading together/falling asleep together. 

Favorite season?

Fall. Morgan loves fall more than almost anything else. 

When is their Birthday?

August 21

Favorite carnival ride?

They love rollercoasters but also can only go on the scary ones once and curse the entire time. 

Favorite emoji?

(ง'̀-'́)ง

Like to do in their free time?

They usually will either be reading extensively, re-organizing the shop, or taking walks outside. 

What sports would they play?

I feel like they’d like soccer quite a bit. Wouldn’t be very good at it, though. They’d like Tae Kwon Do or a similar martial art. 

What kind of car would they drive?

Some old beat-up car they got used and very carefully take care of. But they prefer to walk. 

How do they treat their significant other when they’re feeling unusually affectionate?

Very clingy out of nowhere, going out of their way to do nice things for them/get them what they like, very flustered when confronted by any of this. 

Favorite manga?

Gotta say they’d like Boku no Hero Academia. 

Main store to shop for clothes (if they lived in our world)?

Secondhand stores where they can get used-but-not-too-used jeans, cargo pants, and t-shirts

What were they like growing up?

They were a pretty rowdy kid. Their grandmother, the prior owner of their shop, looked after them, but a lot of the time they were fending for themselves, which contributed to their prickly, abrasive attitude and defensiveness. 

What kind of drunk are they at a party?

Affectionate sappy drunk. Anyone who points this out once they’re sober will see full Flustered And Angry Morgan. 

Reaction to someone telling a dirty joke?

Depending on the level of the joke and at whose expense it is, either an eyeroll, a snicker, or righteous outrage. 

Reaction to stubbing their toe?

Loud and profuse cursing. 

Favorite color?

Purple

Favorite See’s chocolate?

Anything with toffee

Favorite poptart flavor?

S’mores

Favorite hobby?

Either going for long walks or sewing, which they picked up out of necessity and continued because it was cathartic. 

How they sing at karaoke parties?

Well, but only under great duress. Very hard to get them to the mic but they can belt pretty much any song you give them. 

Preferred social media platform?

Probably twitter

Opinion on puns?

Every time they hear one you can see them go through the five stages of grief. 

How do they typically deal with their problems?

Their usual thought process is “well time to talk to Nobody about this Ever and repress it for the rest of my life”. However, if it is one of their friends’ problems, they will do anything to fix it, usually in a rather belligerent manner. 

Spice girl nickname?

I have no idea unfortunately. 

Personal hygiene routine?

They shower every day or every other day depending on time, wash their hands often because they work with a lot of different herbs and resins in the shop and some of them aren’t good to have lingering around. They try to look put-together but not very fancy.  

Favorite alcoholic drink?

Total sucker for hard lemonade

Favorite genre of music?

Punk rock

Modern AU job/career?

Either they would do what they do in Vesuvia, which is run an apothecary, or they’d be a queer activist. Or both. 

Favorite musical?

They’ll say it’s American Idiot but in reality they’re a huge sap and love Wicked.

How would they celebrate their significant other’s birthday?

Waking up/going out early to get their favorite food for breakfast, closing the shop for the day and spending it with them instead; going out of their way to do nice things and make things easier for them. Nothing huge or dramatic or showy, but they’ll make sure that person is happy for the entire day. 

Would they rather turn into a tiny rhinoceros or a giant hamster?

Tiny rhinoceros. 

What would they do for their significant other for Valentine’s Day?

Similarly to their birthday, but given that there’s two-way spoiling on Valentine’s Day they get very flustered and blush a lot whenever they’re complimented/something is done for them .

Pros and cons to having them as a roommate?

Pros: Cleans things up quickly and well, will clean up your stuff, will go out of their way to help you if they like you, good at fixing things

Cons: Will clean your stuff sometimes when you don’t want them to; will bottle up all emotions and then end up sobbing on your shoulder at 3am. 

On a scale from 1-10 how Extra are they?

They’d say a three but instead they’re closer to a six or seven. Compared to some of the other cast, though, that’s nothing. 

Favorite meme?

Morgan is wholeheartedly a fan of “Thanks, I hate it.” 

Favorite three pokemon?

Umbreon, Blaziken, Lucario

How tall are they?

Pretty short (5′4″)

Part 2.) Scaling. Using your best judgement, where does your fan apprentice fall on these scales?

[Example: Shortest to tallest?

Portia, Asra, [MC name here], Nadia, Lucio, Julian, Muriel]

Most to least superstitious?

Portia, Julian, Nadia, Lucio, Morgan, Asra, Muriel

Most to least excited to be at a WWE event?

Portia, Lucio, Morgan, Asra, Julian, Nadia, Muriel

Worst to best at handling children?

Nadia, Lucio, Muriel, Morgan, Asra, Portia, Julian

Worst to best alcohol tolerance?

Muriel, Asra, Lucio, Julian, Morgan, Portia, Nadia

Best to worst at keeping secrets?

Asra, Muriel, Morgan, Nadia, Lucio, Portia, Julian

Best to worst dancers?

Asra, Portia, Julian, Nadia, Morgan, Lucio, Muriel

Most to least likely to slap you for stealing a mcnugget?

Nadia, Morgan, Lucio, Asra, Portia, Julian, Muriel

Least to most likely to eat something weird on a dare?

Nadia, Julian, Muriel, Lucio, Morgan, Portia, Asra

Least to most old?

Asra, Morgan, Portia, Muriel, Julian, Lucio, Nadia

Part 3.) Extra characterization tidbits (whether you want to make a description or insert a photo for these is up to you!)

MC as a:

•MCR song

I’m Not Okay (I Promise) 

•vine

The Griffin McElroy vine where he opens a closet at a vacation house to see a Minions pinata and just says “We have to leave.” 

•character in a cliche Noir film

Grumpy world-weary detective

•Tarot card

Strength

•Micheal Jackson song

Beat It

•character in the play “Cats”

I gotta say Mr Mistoffelees, but that’s just because he’s my favorite. 

•Panic! at the disco song

Memories I’m just kidding but it would be Collar Full

•cliche high school student stereotype

The grumpy kid who gets .5 hours of sleep and wears a leather jacket with many queer patches to school every day. Are they a punk or are they just exhausted the world may never know. 

•deadly sin

Wrath

•DnD class

Dragon-blood Sorcerer, possibly multiclassed into a ranger. 

•hogwarts house

Soft Slytherin. 

#the arcana game #morgan reid #my apprentice

[yume-tsuki]

So number 5 Tabris and a few of his gang -everyone of them has names from a brochure I saw (changed a little of course :3) -the most of them has something to do with the older tournament members  -The evil spirit that Tabris owns is the twinbrother of the G.S. like the good comes with the good comet the second comes with the evil one (you remember this two comets the patchs talked about) This spirit decides who would be in Tabris team. 1. Tabris, When I think of him I have Eisberg (One PIece) in my mind, I changed his design a little but here he is :3 He isn’t that evil but like themost grown up he wants more and more power and a better world. He was a member of the past tournament and saw Yoh and his friends back then, He always wished to be a part of them. 2. Damjian, he is Tabris butler and knows him better than anyone else.  3.Sigma/ Sol he is the son of Zria and Pino, but he was bored of his live and his strict father so he run away. He and Tama has a rival friandship ( I ship them so hard XD)  4. Koda He is the son of Marco Lasso. The boy lost his memories after a fire were Marco lost his house, he also thought that Koda was gone./ Beouse I love this little one and he is so freaking silly in SKE he became the main character of my Pokemon Shaman King AU.  I havn’t redrawn the others for now, I only have paper sketchs (also here on tumblr) 

#shaman king #shaman king elemental #other character #tabris #fanbook