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[illustrious-rocket]

Find the Word Tag Game

I was one again generously tagged by @blind-the-winds, so let's do it. The words this time are jump, jerk, just and jam.

Jump

“Once upon a time I held a Jewel of Life in my hands, and I have to do so once again…” Discussing her goals brought Sheena a sense of determination that helped her focus. “Saeko Oryo misused one and destroyed the Tenganist holy land at the site that’s now known as the Sinjoh Ruins. But what was once used to destroy can be used to repair, I’m sure of it. If I can find the lost Life Orb and turn it back into a Jewel of Life, I can restore the Sinjoh Ruins back to their original lush state, just like Shaymin did for La Ciudad Dorada. Once that’s done, I will declare that area to be a sanctuary state for my people. Towards those goals, and for the sake of diplomatic ties being established once they are, I want to form an alliance with you and La Ciudad Dorada, Rosalita. But before that, I have to find the legendary Navel Rock in the Sevii Islands. If I can get there, I can meet Ho-oh again and forge an alliance with it. Then, for my people…” Sheena had been staring at the food in front of her while she spoke, so she failed to notice Rosalita stand and walk over to her. She jumped slightly in her seat when she felt Rosalita embrace her again. “Sheena, I understand,” Rosalita said, her voice soft and gentle. “I understand everything. The weight you are carrying is far too much for any one person’s shoulders. Please, I hope you will allow me to help you lift it.” “Rosalita, there’s…” Although she felt guilty for burdening Rosalita with her own problems, Sheena again found her friend’s embrace far too comforting to ignore and settled into it, allowing Rosalita to stroke her hair. “There’s nothing I’d like more.”

Jerk

Pulling away from Lisia, she quietly said, “Thanks for being my friend, then… but, do you get it? My dad, he… he was always there. When he wasn’t anymore… it just… everything fell apart. I never got a chance to say goodbye to him, and then before I knew it my mom wasn’t dealing with it all… and I had to go to Rustboro so Matt could look after me. I know it was what my dad wanted, but… I was so mean to him, too, and he didn’t do anything to deserve it…” “Your mom told me about that, too. I might not know Matt myself, but… if your dad trusted him to watch out for you, I think he understands." "That's the thing." Still gripped by feelings of shame, Olivia looked downward. "Dad did trust him, and all I did was act like a jerk. If Dad saw what I did he would hate me for it." "Olivia, no," Lisia firmly told her. "Your dad might have been a complicated guy with a rough past, but I feel one hundred percent certain when I tell you that he loved you more than anything, and nothing could change that. Honestly, I don't even think death could change it. Wherever he is now, somewhere in time and space with our Sootopolitan ancestors… wherever he is, he still loves you."

Just

“We aren’t heroes, that much is true. But I do believe that in our own way, we really are keeping much worse things from happening in this world, too.” Leaning her head back, Rosalie shut her eyes and reflected upon her own past. “I used to be like you, Gabriel, a starry-eyed prodigy at the Pokémon Institute. I thought I was going to change the world with my work on the medicinal properties of plants, but my dreams were just too big to stay within the Institute’s lines. I want to do good things, I just want to make my discoveries on my own terms and get the credit, instead of having others meddling and taking credit themselves. Since there wasn't a place for me in their environment, I ended up here, with all the other misfits Team Rocket takes in. And ever since Nekou invited me to join her little group, I feel like I've found my place. I guess what I’m saying is, it’s thanks to her that I found where I belong. I know it’s hard to see, but there are good things that came from what you did. We just have to keep working to preserve them.” “You’ve got a point, Rosalie,” Zager conceded, “but I don’t think there’s anything I could ever do to earn her forgiveness, either. I put her in the situation she’s in right now.”

Jam

Father sadly shook his head, briefly causing the hologram to distort. “I don’t blame you for not believing me. You have absolutely no reason to. I also know that it’s too late to undo what you went through, but… I want to make amends for it, Renzo, I truly do. I want to make amends for everything this world did to you. That’s why I sent Finansielle to fetch you… I want you to go with her. She’ll bring you to Polaris’s temple… where we can finally meet face-to-face. Please give me this chance. With Polaris, I can fulfill all your wishes.... Lorenzo Milovy.” Renzo froze at the mention of his true, full name. “How would he know that’s my… there’s no doubt, it has to be him. There’s no other way… he couldn’t know… it would be impossible…” “Well, Renzo, what do you say?” Finansielle playfully asked him. “Or should I say Lorenzo? What a cute name…” Renzo’s whipsawing circumstances had his head in a spin. He’d started out the day supremely confident that the beginning of his long-sought revenge was finally at hand, only to be crushed mercilessly under Anabel’s proverbial heel. And yet, just when all avenues to his lifelong dream seemed completely closed off, here were Father and Finansielle jamming that window right back open again.

#The Angel of Reckoning #pokefic #pokewriting #tag game

[angel-of-reckoning]

I've begun working on a new, detailed outline for The Victory Star of Fate Retake that will serve as a "bible" for its setting, characters and story.

#the victory star of fate #pokefic #pokewriting #author note

[ithinkmysnorlaxisdepressed]

The “Education” of Pokémon Trainers: A Primer on School Refusal

Now is a time frequently associated with the return to formal education for most school age children. However, in the Pokémon world education seems to be approached somewhat differently. While it may be somewhat normal for children to not attend school across the various regions in the Pokémon world, children in the real world who do not consistently attend school may be struggling with specific mental health needs. The term for the behavior when a school age child does not consistently attend school is referred to as “school refusal.”

School refusal is defined as a school-age child who does not attend school in its entirety, as scheduled, and has no reasonable circumstances for this behavior. Motivation can vary, but this definition captures the very basics of the term (Kearney, 2008).

While there are clear examples of school being present in Pokémon, neither attendance nor educational topics appear to be even close to equivalent to the demands of a real world education. Even Scarlet and Violet, which include “academy” education as a central part of the game, do not seem to follow what we might relate to as a typical educational trajectory. For example, age seems to be irrelevant to educational placement, with children learning next to adults. Also, the vast majority of school subjects described in Pokémon are related to exactly that: Pokémon. Also, when we have seen the protagonist attend school, it has been a rarity. It has only been in the most recent seasons of the animated series that Ash Ketchum has demonstrated any consistency in his educational attendance. However, this is the exception: the majority of the time he has traveled near and far without school being more than a passing thought and with no clear pattern of formal enrollment.

Severity of school refusal has been categorized as belonging to three different levels. First is self-corrective school refusal, which involves children whose school refusal stops on its own within a two week period. Acute school refusal refers to school refusal behavior that lasts from 2 weeks to 1 year. Finally is chronic school refusal, which lasts longer than one calendar year and overlaps two school years. (Silverman & Kurtines, 1996). With regard to the Pokémon anime franchise’s hero, Ash Ketchum, he has displayed at least acute school refusal, if not chronic.

As to the reasons for possible school refusal, there are four underlying factors that have emerged that seem to motivate school refusal behavior. First is school refusal that is motivated by a desire to avoid negative or uncomfortable feelings generated by attending school or specific situations within the school setting. Second is school refusal that is motivated by escaping from problematic social situations or the evaluative aspects of education. Third is school refusal that is a result of attention-seeking behaviors, often involving attention from parents and caregivers. Fourth is school refusal motivated by attempts to pursue positive experiences outside of the school setting. However, not all school refusers fit neatly into one category and there may be circumstances where school refusal serves multiple functions. Additionally, the specific interventions mobilized to treat school refusal vary with the function of the behavior (Kearney, 2007).

Revisiting Ash Ketchum, there seems to be enough evidence to suggest the function of his potential school refusal. There has never been any clear sign of Ash being avoidant of school because he is either uncomfortable with his emotional experience at school or because he struggles with social aspects of education. Attention-seeking also seems unlikely as his typical response to parental attention has been annoyance or embarrassment. However, instead of going to school he has had the opportunity to travel the countryside, make friends, have a myriad of adventures, and catch and train Pokémon. That would suggest attempts at obtaining positive experiences as Ash’s primary motivation.

Intervention for school refusal can be complicated and often requires assistance from parents, school staff, and mental health professionals. The exact interventions used also vary with the function being served by school refusal. However, the general treatment of choice is to provide intervention that encourages as early a return to school as possible (Kearney & Silverman, 1999). However, the world of Pokémon does not seem to require school attendance, nor see lack thereof as any particular concern for possible treatment.

Works Cited

Kearney, C.A. (2007). Forms and functions of school refusal behavior in youth: An empirical analysis of absenteeism severity. Journal of Child Psychology and Psychiatry, 48, 53-61.

Kearney, C.A. (2008). School absenteeism and school refusal behavior: A review of contemporary literature. Clinical Psychology Review, 28, 451-471.

Silverman, W.K. & Kurtines, W.M. (1996). Anxiety and phobic disorders: A pragmatic approach. New York: Plenum Press.

Kearney, C.A. & Silverman, W.K. (1999). Functionally based prescriptive and nonprescriptive treatment for children and adolescents with school refusal behavior. Behavior Therapy, 30, 673-695.

#edutainment #pokemon #psychology #pokewriting #mental health #school refusal

[pkmn-downtheline]

Down the Line Chapter VIII: Rocky Relations is Live!

Summary: As Skye and the gang continue on route to Cerulean City for Skye's next Gym battle and Briar's next Pokemon Contest, tension begins to rise between Skye and the group's newest companion, Kierra. Can they sort out their differences? Or will the path ahead continue to be rocky for this unlikely trio?

[Skye Ketchum, Kierra Haberkorn, Briar Oak - 15,358 words total]

Read it on Fanfiction.net! Read it on AO3!

Note: Thank you for being so patient over the past four and a half years. We sincerely hope you enjoy the chapter. We’ll continue to work hard on future chapters down the line (hopefully with less of a wait)!

#pkmn fankids #pokeani #anipoke #pokewriting #skye #kierra #briar #mod's writing

[hyperginger]

A Short Story

Summary: Volkner’s been waking up early every morning to go for a run. Flint isn’t terribly interested in joining him…until he sees what Volkner wears for the occasion. Ignitionshipping. Rating: M

A/N: If you don’t know what dolphin shorts are, google them right now and picture Volkner wearing them.

Now stop picturing it, you perv.

“Mmph.” Flint groaned as a bit of jostling woke him from his slumber. His eyes opened blearily when a soft voice spoke to him.

“Ah…sorry, Flint. Didn’t mean to wake you.” Volkner leaned in to kiss his lips softly in apology. He then slipped out of bed and started stepping lightly away.

“What’re you up to?” Flint slurred.

Volkner cocked an eyebrow. “I’m going for a run, just like I do every morning.” When Flint just blinked heavily in confusion, Volkner smiled. “I should know better than to try and explain things this early. Your brain won’t be awake for another few hours,” he joked.

Flint’s eyes dragged sluggishly to the digital clock at his bedside. He just barely registered the numbers, which read “5:00 am.” He only managed a perplexed sound at his discovery.

“Flint, go back to sleep. I’ll be back in a while, and I’ll wake you up when breakfast is ready, okay?” Volkner grinned and ruffled Flint’s hair gently, and then he shuffled over to their shared drawers to sift through his clothing. For his part, Flint sat up, leaned back against the headboard, and stared off into space. He considered Volkner’s behavior for a moment.

Of course he knew Volkner went running these days. As his groggy brain cleared and caught up, he reflected on all the progress his boyfriend had made. Previously, he’d always stayed up late working on his electronics, and he slept in like Flint did. When he woke up, he still looked tired, as if he could never get enough rest no matter how much he slept. He had even started losing his appetite, and his pallid complexion and skinny frame worried Flint. Volkner seemed to move in a daze, like he was detached from his surroundings. And his smile? Gone. Nowhere to be found.

That was, at least until two months ago.

Well, technically it was two months, three days, and—Flint glanced at the clock again—about twelve hours. Flint would never forget the day Volkner had come home, dashed through the door, and immediately grabbed Flint’s shoulders to start gushing about some trainer he’d just battled from Twinleaf Town. The battle was electric, he’d said. The trainer’s Gliscor had all but swept him with Earthquake, he’d said. Flint hardly heard him, enamored as he was by the exhilarated smile that had returned to Volkner’s face at last.

It wasn’t just Volkner’s mood that improved. He cut back on fiddling with his electronics and started sleeping at more decent hours instead, only to find that waking up early felt natural to him; it turned out he was an early bird after all. The bags under his eyes disappeared to make way for a healthy glow when he made a habit of running in the mornings, and he got into the daily routine of humming a tune while making them both a hearty breakfast of waffles, scrambled eggs, or pancakes—far more substantial than the rushed bowls of cereal they’d been accustomed to in the past. Before long, Volkner had a healthy amount of meat on his bones again. Sure, he was still slim, but it was in a good way; he didn’t look like he was wasting away anymore.

And it was certainly a plus that Volkner’s libido had been…healthier lately. Flint could still remember the night when the fire returned to Volkner’s eyes. After they’d finished dinner, Volkner was upon him immediately, scrambling into Flint’s chair to straddle him as he ran desperate fingers through his hair and kissed him until they were both breathless. He went on to take Flint in every room in their house that night. Granted, they lived in a small cottage, so they only had four rooms, but Flint still had a sore throat and a pronounced limp for several days after that. It was well worth it. He let out a fond sigh at the memory.

“Why are you smiling like that?”

Flint jumped when Volkner called to him, an amused smile on his lips.

“Oh, I wasn’t! I—” Flint’s sentence was cut off as a gasp got stuck in his throat. His eyes slid down to Volkner’s apparel—or lack thereof, in this case.

Volkner’s torso was clothed in a normal black tank top, but his lower body was covered—barely—with the shortest pair of shorts Flint had ever seen on a man. They were barely skimming the tops of Volkner’s thighs, and they were fairly tight on his hips, though still loose enough around his legs to allow some breathing room for movement. Flint let his gaze slide downward along the length of Volkner’s long legs, down to where the tops of his socks just grazed his ankles under his running shoes. Volkner either didn’t notice his boyfriend’s staring or didn’t care, instead choosing to turn and head over to the desk that held all their Pokéballs. He released his Jolteon, Luxray, and Raichu, but Flint hardly noticed because he was preoccupied by the slit on the side of the dark blue shorts that ran so high up on his thigh that it had to be a sin.

“You okay, Flint? You can go back to bed, you know,” Volkner reminded him, cocking his hip.

Flint stuttered for a moment before jabbing a shaky finger at the shorts and blurting, “What are those?!”

Volkner looked down in confusion, and then he looked back up and rolled his eyes. “Flint, don’t talk about my Pokémon like that.”

“Not them!” Flint groaned. “Those…things! What are you wearing?!”

Volkner looked back down at himself. “Oh, you mean these?” he replied, tugging at one corner of them. “They’re dolphin shorts. Haven’t you ever seen them? People run in these all the time.”

Flint just kept staring incredulously, so Volkner sighed. “Do you want to come with us, Flint?” A squeak was heard next to Volkner as his Raichu immediately straightened up in excitement and wagged his tail at the idea, and Jolteon and Luxray let out interested noises as well.

“Uh…” Flint gulped. He weighed his options, considered the shorts—which would undoubtedly become an embarrassing distraction—and came to the conclusion that despite temptation, his day would almost certainly go much more smoothly if he simply lied down and went back to sleep.

He was about to do just that when Volkner started stretching in preparation for the run. He placed one foot in front of the other and leaned his weight forward, increasing the stretch and tensing the muscles of his calves. Flint’s eyes glazed over a bit as Volkner repeated the process for the other leg, which pulled the shorts higher on his thighs to expose more of his taut skin. “What do you say, Flint? You coming with us or not?” Volkner stretched his arms above his head, making his tank top rise to reveal where his hipbones were just barely concealed.

“Yes,” Flint responded automatically. He cringed at how eager his voice sounded.

At this response, Volkner gave a winning smile. “Great. Now get changed so we can leave before the beach gets too crowded!” With that, he left the room, closing the door behind him. Flint’s head hit the headboard with a dull thunk.

How do I get myself into these messes?

Okay, Flint. You got this, he thought to himself as he donned a loose-fitting pair of red basketball shorts. He pulled on his own yellow tank top and glanced in the mirror, feeling proud at what he saw. Flint didn’t do much running, but he had to admit that his lifting really did pay off. He ignored his lower body, choosing to keep his gaze on his chest and arms instead, as he had a bad habit of skipping leg day. Still, he knew the toned muscles of his upper body looked especially good in a tight tank top. He smiled as he confidently opened their bedroom door and strutted toward the front door. Keeping up with Volkner is gonna be a cinch. The guy’s a twig! He’s…he’s…oh, fuck me.

Changing had allowed Flint to gather himself for a little while, but the effort was immediately wasted when he spotted Volkner, who was once again stretching by the door. This time, though, it was even worse.

Volkner’s feet were flat on the floor, and he was bending down to easily reach his toes—with impressive flexibility, Flint’s brain informed him. Volkner was facing away from him, allowing Flint a full view of where his shorts were pulled higher than before, revealing the backs of his creamy white thighs to Flint’s hungry eyes. The muscle tone there and in his tensed calves was undeniable at this point; Volkner was no twig, that was for sure. Flint could just see a bit of Volkner’s ass cheeks at that point, and he almost moaned at the sight. He bit his lip.

Flint’s ruminations were interrupted by a soft, inquisitive noise from the man in front of him. Volkner spread his legs so he could see Flint from in between them in a pose that Flint would have found comical if he weren’t so turned on. Volkner smirked at him. “Hey! What took you so long?”

Flint didn’t even try to respond, preoccupied as he was with stifling a whine. With Volkner bent over with his legs spread like that, he was practically begging for it. All he had to do was grab Volkner’s hips and…

Volkner flipped right-side up again and turned halfway around. Flint once again noticed the slit that climbed halfway up Volkner’s hip, showing far more skin than was strictly necessary. Then, a pair of fingers made its way into Flint’s face and brought him back to earth with a loud SNAP.

He flinched. “What?”

Volkner’s smirk softened a bit in concern. “I said, are you okay? You’re as red as your hair right now. You don’t have a fever from getting up this early, do you?” he joked. When Flint just sputtered in response, Volkner threaded his fingers into Flint’s hair and gently pulled their foreheads together. “You do feel a little warm, but that’s normal for you…still, the offer stands if you want to stay home and go back to b—”

“NO!” Flint snapped a little too quickly.

Volkner flinched back at the sound and laughed a little. “Suit yourself, but you’re gonna roast in those shorts. Even at this hour, the beach is hot,” he pointed out, slipping a finger into Flint’s waistband and tugging at it lightly. Flint had a slight internal meltdown at the move, small though it was. “You should get shorter ones, like I did.”

At this, Flint cracked a wry, slightly manic smile. “You really think I could pull those off the way you can?”

Volkner smiled. “For the record, I like your legs just fine.” He wrapped his arm around Flint’s waist and kissed him gently, then spoke against his lips. “Even if you do work on other parts of your body more.”

Flint shrugged and smirked his cocky grin. “I look best in baggy pants anyway. It works with the look.”

Volkner rolled his eyes, unimpressed, and opened his mouth to tease Flint about his so-called “look” when the two of them were interrupted by an impatient bark just outside the door. “That must be Jolteon. I had the Pokémon wait outside. Are you bringing any?” he asked, turning the doorknob so they could greet the waiting Pokémon.

“Nah. None of them are early risers…except for Magmortar, which I blame on you.”

Volkner grinned proudly. “Well, I did raise him. What can I say? I’m a good influence.”

“That’s debatable,” Flint joked as they started walking, then jogging toward the beach to pace themselves. “Either way, Magmortar isn’t much of a runner, so he’ll be staying in,” he said, patting the lone Pokéball at his waist.

“Probably for the best…” The familiar spark of competition crackled in Volkner’s eyes. “…’cause I’m not slowing down for anyone.” His Pokémon made noises of agreement.

The pace of their jogging began to increase as the light in Volkner’s eyes fired Flint up, too, and he matched Volkner’s smirk with his own. “Don’t worry. You won’t have to.”

Okay, maybe I spoke a little too soon. Flint was proud of himself for keeping up with Volkner and his Pokémon for the first few minutes, but when Volkner said he always went running, he was not exaggerating. There was no power-walking or light jogging involved in the event. It wasn’t long before Flint’s lungs were struggling for air and his limbs felt like they were dragging through jello. He panted loudly and obnoxiously, but Volkner offered him no sympathy, just as pristine as when they’d started, no perspiration in sight.

As out of shape as he was, Flint simply couldn’t keep up, and he was soon trailing behind the others. This was a problem—not just because he could practically feel Volkner sneering in triumph—but because the view it afforded him was starting to become a problem as well.

From Flint’s position about eight feet back, he had a perfect view of Volkner’s backside. He’d thought the shorts made his ass look good even standing around or bending over, but those positions were nothing compared to his movements now. Every stride made Volkner’s thighs push his cheeks up and out and back and forth in an enticing cycle, emphasizing its roundness and allowing for just the right amount of bounce. Flint imagined how it would feel in his hands, soft and shapely, with just the right amount of firmness and substance underneath. He knew the texture very well; it just hadn’t been flaunted to this extent to him before.

The same could be said for Volkner’s legs, too. He’d seen them plenty of times, but by the time Volkner’s pants were off, Flint usually had other priorities. He knew first-hand that Volkner didn’t actually shave his legs, but from this distance, the light hair was no longer visible. The smooth skin of his thighs disappeared under the hem. Volkner’s repeated movements shifted the shorts to show teasing glimpses of what was underneath. The tendons of his strong legs flexed with every footfall, and Flint’s knowledge of how they felt in his hands whenever he spread them soon left him flushed and panting for reasons other than exertion.

Flint huffed and shifted, subtly trying to position himself in a more comfortable position within his own shorts. He secretly wished he’d taken Volkner’s advice and worn a more form-fitting pair. He’d never experienced his current predicament while running before. Then again, he’d never run behind Volkner before, especially not while the man was wearing short shorts. A cramp made itself known in his side with a sharp sting, and he silently lamented the injustice of being saddled with pain, fatigue, and an inconvenient erection all at the same time.

With the steady, unrelenting pace of a machine, Volkner continued to leave him in the dust. He briefly turned around to face Flint, casually jogging backwards to taunt him. “We’re only halfway there, Flint. Don’t tell me you’re ready to burn out on me already!”

“Hey! I thought we agreed that fire puns are my thing!” Flint called back, feeling his competitive nature flare up in his chest again.

Volkner shrugged and smirked at him before taunting, “I wouldn’t have to do it if you could keep up with me, hotshot.”

Flint gasped, affronted. “Now you’ve done it. I’ll show you who’s hot stuff.” Within seconds, a second wind rushed through his veins, and he pumped his legs faster in pursuit.

As he turned back around, Volkner shot back, “Now you’re just blowing smoke.” He stuck out his tongue.

Flint glared and picked up the pace, ignoring the way his muscles protested in response. How the hell does Volkner do this every day?! Exactly when did he get so fit… At that thought, Flint’s eyes unstoppably slid back down to settle on Volkner’s toned legs once more. This time, though, something else caught his eye.

At first, Flint couldn’t tell what it was. The slight discoloration of the spots on Volkner’s inner thighs seemed innocuous at first glance. Flint squinted for a few more seconds until the realization dawned on him. His eyes shot wide open, and he hastily slapped a hand over his mouth to stifle a gasp. There, in plain sight for all to see, were the hickeys Flint himself had left on Volkner the night before during their intimate activities. As an Elite, Flint felt obligated to maintain a professional image. Hickeys didn’t really fit with that image, so Flint purposely left his marks in places he knew no one would see. Given that he and Volkner were a well-known and well-loved couple in the region, however, anyone who cared to hazard a glance in that direction would know exactly whose mouth had been between Volkner’s legs last night. The thought should have made Flint feel scandalized and concerned, but in this context…somehow, the way Volkner was proudly displaying the evidence of their sexual relationship only made him feel dirtier, causing a renewed stirring in his pants.

Flint’s lungs burned. Even on the soft sand, his feet pained him with each stride. He carelessly allowed his mind to drift inevitably further into fantasy to distract himself from the pain.

From five feet behind Volkner, Flint smirked. Volkner could act superior all he wanted out in the open like this, but Flint comforted himself with the knowledge that he himself could be the dominant one in private whenever he felt the urge. No one knew Volkner as well as Flint did, and he took pride in the way he could reduce the normally stoic gym leader to a wanton mess at the drop of a hat.

He took a look around the beach, which was deserted this early in the morning, and his eyes fell upon the wide, flat, waist-high wooden posts of a sand fence that ran along the beach. Flint thought he faintly remembered his grandfather mentioning the way the structure protected against erosion or something along those lines, but the knowledge was buried when he thought of another use for the posts. His gaze drifted back to Volkner, whose head was held high with pride while his hips swayed enticingly with every stride. Flint’s face spread into a smirk as his imagination dove right into the gutter. Volkner wouldn’t look so smug if Flint dashed forward to grab his hips and pull him backward into his arms, muttering what he wanted to do to him and biting one of his sensitive ears. He’d feel Volkner’s body shudder and hear a gasp escape his throat as he was pulled flush against him to feel Flint’s erection press against his ass, proving just how much Flint wanted him..

With Volkner’s limbs shaking from desire, it would be easy to lead him over to one of those wooden posts and bend him over it. Volkner would hold himself up with his hands, only to collapse onto his forearms when Flint gently pressed down on his back with his strong arms. Volkner’s spine would be arched and his body bent in a suggestive pose, presenting himself to Flint, who would finally rip off those damn shorts and immediately grope and squeeze his ass, enjoying the soft but firm feel of the cheeks in his rough hands. Flint would let out a low groan at the aroused whine that left Volkner’s lips at the rough treatment. After removing his own shorts, Flint would grip Volkner’s ass again and continue to feel him up while leaning forward and whispering into his ear, “Tell me how much you want me.”

Volkner panted at the feeling of Flint’s hardened length pressing against his backside. “H-hah…fuck…please…” He struggled to speak the words as one of Flint’s hands slid down to slip teasingly between his thighs. “Fuck…I want it so bad…fuck me! Please…” Hearing Volkner beg made Flint lose control at last, and he buried himself deep inside of Volkner. Flint had to stop for a minute to keep himself from coming at the tight, warm sensation around his dick and the hoarse, pleasured noise Volkner let out at the penetration. After a moment, he pulled out and pushed himself back inside. Unable to restrain himself, he repeated the motion, rocking Volkner’s shivering body harder with every passing second. Volkner moaned louder each time, and Flint admired the way Volkner’s fingernails dug into the post underneath him from the intensity of his thrusts.

Flint knew he wouldn’t last at this rate, and Volkner’s reactions made it clear he was close to the edge as well. Flint dug his nails into Volkner’s hips and took control, pulling him back rhythmically to match his own pace. Volkner cried out at the move and arched his back in response. His submissive display made Flint throb inside of him. Volkner barely managed to gasp out, “Flint—!” before a shiver wracked Flint’s body and he cried out, “I’m gonna—”

Then, the fantasy’s inevitable climax morphed abruptly into the sensation of falling as Flint was dragged unwillingly back into reality just in time to catch a mouthful of sand as he landed face-first onto the ground. “Oh, come on—OW!” His lament was cut off as a sharp pain erupted in his big toe. He furiously looked down at his foot, only to find an irritated Krabby pinching his toe with one of its claws. It hissed and began to skitter away.

Flint scrambled into a sitting position. “Oh, HELL NO! You’re not getting away that easy!” He fumbled and grabbed the lone Pokéball at his waist, throwing it hastily and snapping, “GO, MAGMORTAR! USE SOLAR BEAM!” The large Pokémon landed in the sand with a dull thud. The tiny crab panicked and tried to flee as Magmortar’s arm cannons glowed briefly, then blasted an immense beam of light, hitting the Krabby head-on and launching it halfway across the beach. Magmortar pumped one of its arm cannons in the air in triumph, and Flint cheered from where he was still sprawled on the ground. “THAT’S WHAT YOU GET!”

“Was that really necessary?” Flint gulped and turned his head to see Volkner tapping his foot and raising an eyebrow in disapproval. Luxray and Jolteon mirrored his look of disappointment, and Raichu looked concerned. “You’re the one who tripped over it in the first place. Poor thing was probably just defending its territory.”

Magmortar looked down shyly, and Flint scratched the back of his head and gave a sheepish smile. “I, uh…kinda got carried away? Sorry…”

“You should have apologized to the Krabby, not me.” Volkner shook his head, but the corner of his mouth curled up a slight bit despite his best efforts, forming the expression he always showed when he wanted to be mad at Flint but could barely contain his laughter. “I’d make a joke about YOU being crabby, but you’re really more of a Slowpoke.” His grin challenged Flint once again. “We’re almost there. Think you can keep up?”

No. “Are you kidding me? I’m just getting warmed up!” He jumped up to try and dash forward and back up his bluff, but the second Volkner turned around to run the rest of the way back home, Flint’s inappropriate thoughts rushed back stronger than ever. Okay, so that last idea was a little outlandish…Volkner isn’t that wanton, and we don’t even have lube…Oo, maybe if I left his shorts on and went between his thighs…

He caught himself and nearly groaned in frustration. Yup. Today was absolutely a mistake.

Volkner held the door to let all of his Pokémon inside, followed by a haggard Flint, who immediately fell face-down onto the carpeted floor of their living room. “UGH,” he grumbled eloquently, having given up on pretending he was in shape enough to handle the exercise. A foot gently rolled him over onto his back, and his eyes snapped wide open to see Volkner standing above him with flushed cheeks from the workout and a proud smirk, one leg on either side of him. He feebly tried not to look up Volkner’s shorts to catch more of his toned inner thighs—marks and all—but he didn’t have the willpower. The sight was easily worth the smugness Volkner was emanating. By that point, Flint had even given up on hiding his erection.

“How long have you had a fetish for short shorts?”

Flint sighed in defeat. “It’s not the shorts, it’s who’s in them.” Volkner smiled wider, and Flint’s eyes narrowed. “When did you notice?”

“Immediately. The exact second you laid eyes on me. I’ve basically been teasing you this entire time.” Flint’s head rolled back in exasperation. He closed his eyes, but he could still tell how wide Volkner’s grin was when he said, “You know, Flint, if you ever want to fuck me when I’m wearing these, you’ll need to have more energy by the end of the morning.”

Flint’s lungs screamed at him at the very thought of more running. He tilted his head back up and squinted. “Is this your way of getting me to do more cardio?”

“Maybe.” He gently pushed Flint’s head back down by pressing the heel of his shoe to Flint’s sweaty forehead, a blatantly dominant move that Flint had neither the energy nor the desire to fight, preoccupied as he was with appreciating the way the movement showed even more of Volkner’s skin. “If you’ll excuse me, I need a shower. I’d invite you to join me, but you can’t even stand up, can you?” He actually laughed this time as he stepped over Flint and walked away.

With that, Flint had had enough. With his last burst of energy, he flipped over and lunged at Volkner, grabbing a firm hold on his shorts and swiftly yanking them to the floor, only to immediately gasp at what he saw.

“Y-you…this entire time…you’ve been going commando?!”

Volkner scoffed. “Obviously. What kind of underwear could I possibly hide under these?” He strutted toward the shower, unashamed of his naked lower half.

Flint’s jaw dropped at the sight, shorts still in hand, before falling limply to the floor for good. Today was a mistake, he repeated. He tried to convince himself he’d be strong enough not to make that mistake again, but he knew better.

Fun fact that I learned exclusively for this story: you’re really not supposed to wear underwear with dolphin shorts. There’s a built-in liner for that.

#ignitionshipping #pokemon #gym leader volkner #elite four flint #pokewriting #fanfiction #a short story #*drops this on your doorstep and runs away* #let's pretend i didn't disappear for years just to post a story about flint thirsting after volkner in short shorts #that's definitely not what just happened

[feykenthemawile]

“Uma Jornada Inesperada!”

“O meu nome é Nekoshi e tenho 10 anos, hoje é um dia especial, estou prestes a começar a minha jornada como treinador de Pokémon, claro que não vou sozinho, o meu melhor amigo Riku vem comigo, a gente ainda nem descobriu quem é que nos vai dar o nosso Pokémon inicial, mas, antes disso a gente decidiu passar no PokéMart para arranjarmos poções e Pokébolas. Mas ainda antes de tudo isso, tenho de me levantar e me despachar!”

Nekoshi – Aff…*rola na cama e olha para o relógio* Por Arceus! As horas! Como é que me deixei dormir…o Riku já deve estar à minha espera…*olha de novo para a mesa de cabeceira* uh! Espera, o que é isto?! Não acredito! Um Ovo de Pichu! Mãããããe!!

Marie – O que foi Nekoshi?!

Nekoshi – *desce até à cozinha* Vocês conseguiram arranjar um ovo de Pichu?! É para mim!?

Marie – Pois. Se ele está aí no teu quarto é óbvio que é para ti. É a tua prenda de começo de Jornada!

Nekoshi – Reaally? Aíí! Obrigado mãe! Vou dar o meu melhor para tomar conta dele!

Marie – Assim espero, não tivemos tanto trabalho a arranjar uma Pikachu para nada. Enfim, não estás já atrasado para ir ter com o Riku? Vê lá se comes logo para ires ter com ele!

Nekoshi – Sim! Obrigado mãe!

Depois de Nekoshi comer, correu até casa do Riku onde ele estava também a acabar de se despachar.

Nekoshi – Riku! Yoooh! Pensava que estava atrasado, mas afinal, também ainda não estavas pronto, ahah.

Riku – Yoh…yah, deixei-me dormir, e quando dei por mim tinha um ovo de Eevee em cima de mim.

Nekoshi – Ah, sofremos do mesmo mal, ahah! Mas tu também recebeste um ovo?!

Riku – Yah! E pelos vistos foram os teus pais que vieram trazê-lo ontem à noite aqui. Devíamos passar depois na tua casa para os agradecer!

Nekoshi – Ok, mas primeiro vamos à PokéMart!

Riku – Bora.

Ao chegarem à PokéMart, o Riku decide ir em direcção ao Loto Ticket, para tentar a sua sorte.

Nekoshi – Riku, olha! *apontando excitadamente para um poster ao lado da banca do Loto Ticket* A gente pode ganhar um bilhete Duplo para irmos para Kanto e começar lá a nossa aventura!!!

Riku – O que é que estás para aí a dizer Nekoshi?…

Senhora da Loto Ticket – Parabéns! Recebeste o primeiro prémio! Um bilhete duplo para começarem a vossa aventura em Kanto! E para receberem um inicial directamente do Professor Oak!

Riku – Hein?! A sério!?

Nekoshi – Eu não acredito! *boquiaberto* como é que tu fazes estas cenas!? Brutal!! Vamos para Kanto!!

Senhora da Loto Ticket – Só precisam da autorização dos vossos encarregados de educação para confirmar o vosso prémio. Assim que isso seja feito, e tenha os vossos documentos todos em ordem, podemos dar início à viagem!

Nekoshi – Vamos! Vamos a minha casa e a tua, assim aproveitas e agradeces os meus pais pelo ovo do Eevee!

Riku – Yah, boa ideia! Eish, nem acredito que vamos para Kanto! Espero que a gente consiga encontrar o Red! E o Green! Eles ficaram super famosos por terem-se tornado ambos campeões da Liga Indigo tão cedo!

Nekoshi – Aaaaah, isso era brutal! Bora, bora!

Após voltarem a casa de Nekoshi.

Riku – Bom dia senhora Marie! Obrigado pelo ovo de Eevee, eu sei que são extremamente difíceis de arranjar! Nem sei como agradecer!

Marie – Ora essa. Eu queria que tu e o Nekoshi tivessem os parceiros de aventura mais adequados aos dois! E sei bem que vocês admiram o Red e o Green!

Nekoshi – AAAAAAAH!! É verdade! Por falar nisso! Mãe! Nem acreditas no que acabou de acontecer!

Marie – Por Arceus, deve ter sido algo mesmo bom, para essa excitação toda.

Nekoshi – O Riku acabou de ganhar o primeiro prémio do Loto Ticket da PokéMart!!!

Marie – Ai sim? Parabéns Riku! Mas afinal, qual é o primeiro prémio?

Riku & Nekoshi – Uma viagem a Kanto!

Marie – Wow! A Sério?! Boa! Mas…vocês não iam fazer a vossa jornada cá?

Riku – Sim, mas assim, acho que era melhor aproveitar o prémio, a gente só precisa da autorização dos nossos encarregados de educação para podermos aceitar o prémio, e depois até vamos receber os nossos Pokémon iniciais pelo Professor Oak.

Nekoshi – Yah!! Mãe, por favor, posso ir? Tu sabes que um dos meus maiores sonhos é conhecer e combater com o Red!

Marie – Huuuumn…vou pensar nisso.

Nekoshi – Mãããe, por favor! Se a gente não for reclamar o prémio, a gente vai acabar por o perder…

Marie – É que vocês ainda são muito novos para irem para uma região tão longe…achas que conseguem mesmo aguentar a viagem toda? Sem pais para vos acudirem caso precisem de algo?

Riku – Bem, acho que a senhora disse que era possível a gente levar um adulto connosco, eles até arranjam alojamento caso necessário.

Marie – Humn. Mas eu não podia ir, sabem que eu tenho de tomar conta da Kate, e Riku, a tua mãe tem os teus dois irmão mais novos…e duvido que os vossos pais fossem capazes de largar os trabalhos deles para irem convosco…

Nekoshi – A gente consegue se desenrascar bem mãe! Eu prometo que vai tudo correr bem!

Riku – Eu fico de olho nele senhora Marie!

Marie – Humn…vocês são muito novos, sabem lá se vai correr tudo bem…ainda não sabemos se a Team Rocket pode voltar a agir ou não…e eu sei que ficas de olho no Nekoshi, não é esse o problema…mas vá, Riku, se a tua mãe concordar eu deixo o Nekoshi ir.

Riku & Nekoshi – Ok.

Nekoshi – Vamos lá a tua casa então! Eu vou tentar o meu melhor para convencer a tua mãe!

Riku – Espero que a gente consiga mesmo…ela mal me deixava vir contigo nesta jornada.

Nekoshi – Eu sei…mas a gente consegue!

Ao chegarem a casa do Riku.

Fatimah – Não.

Nekoshi – Por favor senhora Fatimah!! A gente teve uma sorte enorme ao nos calhar logo o primeiro prémio!

Fatimah – Eu não sei…vocês não ficavam bem só a se aventurar aqui pelas redondezas? Não podem brincar por aqui?

Nekoshi – Nós queremos levar isto a sério senhora Fatimah…isto não é uma brincadeira para nós…

Riku – Mãe, vá lá…deixa-nos ir…eu tive alta sorte com isto…não quero descartar esta oportunidade! Ainda por cima a gente vai conhecer o Professor Oak!

Fatimah – Podia até ser o Professor Rowan. Não me interessa…eu tenho já os teus dois irmãos mais novos para me preocupar, o que é que ia fazer contigo tão longe…não…peço imensa desculpa.

Riku – Fogo mãe. Porque é que tens de ser assim, isto é super importante para mim…e para o Nekoshi! Não é todos os dias que ganhamos uma oportunidade destas! Por favor!

Fatimah – Porque tu és ainda muito novo para saber as coisas como são. E se acontecer alguma coisa contigo? Vou até Kanto de propósito?! Não me parece.

Nekoshi – A gente pode levar um adulto connosco senhora Fatimah. Eles até cuidam do alojamento para a duração da nossa jornada caso seja necessário.

Fatimah – Humn, e levam que adulto? Eu não posso ir, o teu pai muito menos, e duvido que os pais do Nekoshi possam ir, a mãe dele tem de tomar conta da Kate, sem falar que eles têm o Day Care Pokémon.

Riku – Eu sei mãe…mas a gente arranja alguém! Por favor! Deixa-nos ir!

Fatimah – Quero ver isso, se vocês arranjarem alguém de confiança, que possa cuidar de vocês, eu deixo-te ir com o Nekoshi para Kanto.

Nekoshi – Ok! Então eu vou tentar arranjar alguém que possa olhar por nós lá em Kanto! Anda Riku!

Fatimah – Ainda estou para ver quem vão arranjar, e atenção, que não vale levarem um desconhecido qualquer! Bom…

Algum tempo depois de ambos saírem de casa do Riku.

Riku – Nekoshi…quem raios é que vais arranjar para cuidar de nós lá em Kanto?

Nekoshi – Eu tenho uma pessoa em mente, um conhecido dos meus pais, que construiu recentemente uma quinta enorme em Viridian City.

Riku – Wow, tu sabias mesmo de alguém?! Porque é que não disseste logo isso à tua mãe? Tinhas poupado um monte de trabalho…

Nekoshi – Eu ainda não tenho a certeza se ele nos vai poder acolher lá…ele tem uma filha mais ou menos da nossa idade, ela também é capaz de estar prestes a começar a jornada dela.

Riku – Mas…quem é esse homem afinal?…

Nekoshi – Ele é um cientista, que andou a estudar com o Professor Oak e foi colega do Bill, aquele das boxes, sabes?

Riku – Oooh! Yah, e achas mesmo que ele nos vai aceitar lá em casa dele?

Nekoshi – Bem, pode ser que sim, temos de manter as esperanças. Eu vou falar com o meu pai e lhe pedir o contacto dele…deseja-me sorte.

E assim Nekoshi foi ter ao Day Care onde seu pai estava a trabalhando.

Nekoshi – Bom dia pai!

Nando – Nekoshi! Filho, bom dia, então o que é que vocês vieram cá fazer? Não deviam de ter ido ter ao laboratório receber os vossos iniciais?

Riku – Bom dia senhor Nando! A gente ia, mas, eu ganhei uma coisa, que nos podia levar mais longe, a Kanto.

Nando – A Kanto?! Mas que coisa é que tu ganhaste afinal?

Nekoshi – Ele ganhou o primeiro prémio do Loto Ticket! Uma viagem Dupla a Kanto, para recebermos o nosso primeiro Pokémon directamente do Professor Oak! E para fazermos lá a nossa jornada Pokémon!

Nando – Uau, a sério?! Isso é muito bom, e então, precisavam de alguma coisa de mim?

Riku – É que a minha mãe não me está a deixar ir sem termos um adulto para olhar por nós…enquanto estivermos por lá…

Nando – Ah…pois. Bom, Nekoshi, então e porque é que não falas com o aquele meu conhecido, o Shinra!

Nekoshi – Pois, era nisso que tinha pensado, mas eu não tenho o contacto dele…será que podes falar com ele se faz favor?

Nando – Mas é claro. Ahn, quem diria, o meu filho a receber o inicial dele diretamente do Professor Oak! Bom, vou ali à máquina das chamadas.

Nando – *Inicia chamada com Shinra* Shinra! Boas! Então amigo, está tudo bem contigo por aí?

Shinra – *coberto de Pokémon bebé* Boas Nando! Sim, só um bocadinho ocupado! Houndoom, anda ajudar aqui se faz favor! Peço desculpa, tenho andado super atarefado desde que acabamos a construção da quinta. Enfim, o que é que precisavas? Queres que envie mais algum Pokémon?

Nando – Na verdade, queria enviar eu duas coisinhas, mas não são Pokémon.

Shinra – Ahah, então o que é que me queres enviar?

Nando – É o meu filho e o melhor amigo dele!

Shinra – Olha que eu acho que ainda não dá para transportar humanos por aqui! A gente bem sabe o que aconteceu da última vez que o Bill tentou se tele-transportar a ele próprio!

Nando – Ahah, é verdade. Grande doido. Enfim, não, na verdade eles ganharam um Loto Ticket!

Shinra – Não me digas?! Eles venceram aquele prémio que o Professor Oak criou?!

Nando – É bem provável que seja isso mesmo!

Shinra – Boa!! Adorava receber o teu rapaz aqui! Pode ser que ele se dê bem com a minha filha, ela também está a ver se dá começo à jornada dela! Então ela não está fincada em se tornar numa colectora? Diz que vai ser a pessoa a completar a Pokédex mais rápido de sempre. Bom, mas sim, manda-os para cá! Será um prazer os ter cá!

Nando – Ok! Então vou só os mandar falar com as mães deles, ou melhor, vou mesmo eu fazer isso. E assim que eles estiverem em caminho volto a entrar em contacto!

Shinra – Então, ficarei à espera dos moços! Boa Viagem para eles! Até mais logo Nando!

Nando – Obrigado Shinra! Até logo! *desliga a chamada* Bom rapazes é como acabaram de ouvir, vão os dois para Kanto!

Riku & Nekoshi – YES! Vamos para Kanto!!

Nando – Vá, venham para a carrinha, vamos lá despachar isto!

E assim foram até casa do Nekoshi, passando depois pela casa do Riku, e seguiram para a PokéMart juntamente com as suas mães, para estas assinarem a autorização para eles poderem reclamar o prémio e partirem assim para Kanto.

Senhora da Loto Ticket – E pronto! Parabéns! Estamos finalizados! Estão aqui os bilhetes! O local de partida, e a hora! Boa Viagem e Jornada para vocês dois!

Riku e Nekoshi – Obrigado!

Marie – Pronto, estão felizes agora?

Fatimah – Espero bem que vocês não dêem trabalho nenhum ao senhor Shinra enquanto lá estiverem!

Riku – Sim mãe, não te preocupes. A gente vai-se comportar.

Fatimah – Espero bem que sim.

Nando – Não se preocupem, eles vão ficar bem aos cuidados do Shinra!

Marie – Bom, então, vamos lá tratar de preparar tudo para a vossa viagem!

Nekoshi – Bora!

No dia seguinte já depois de terem tudo pronto para o embarque, após se despedirem dos seus pais e irmãos, Nekoshi e Riku finalmente partiram na sua viagem para Kanto. Novos desafios esperam por eles dois nestas terras longínquas.

Até ao próximo Capitulo!

#fan fiction #Pokémon #Pokémon Portugal #Portuguese fanfic #português #Nekoshi #Pokémon - A Journey's Tale #primeiro capitulo #fanfic #Pokéfic #Pokémon fanfiction #mine #pokewriting

[nullolashippingwriting]

Sun’s body is warm. It’s probably the reason why he’s so alright being in this position. While the Alolan sun can be unforgiving, Sun was more gentle and calming. It fitted his nature, at least that’s what Gladion believes.

The noise of the fan is enough to lull him back to sleep, but the light peeking in from Sun’s bedroom blinds tells him it’s time to get up. Though he’ll admit, moments of peace in their hectic lives were rare and part of him does want to treasure it.

Gladion opened one eye, sighing as he sits up. Sun’s next to him, fast asleep and seemingly without a care in the world. It seemed rare to see him like that, being Champion and the other duties that came with it. Sure Gladion was busy with the Aether foundation, but it always seemed like the smaller of the two was constantly tired.

He almost feels bad for waking him, and part of him wants to let Sun sleep a little longer. Although he knows, likely there is a lot of things he’ll need to get done.

Slowly, Gladion shakes Sun. “Hey, get up.” He grumbled, continuing the action with a little more force behind it. At one point Gladion’s tempted to just shove him off the bed, and was about to until Sun swatted at him. There’s something both amusing and adorable about one of the most strongest trainers in the region, glaring at him with the intimidation of a Magikarp. Perhaps Gladion couldn’t be afraid of him.

“I don’t want to get up either, but you need to.” He crossed his arms, glaring at Sun in turn. He goes to shake him again, but Sun manages to pull him back down onto the bed and lay his head on his shoulder. Gladion huffs, shifting to rest his arm on Sun’s back and tap his fingers on his bag.

“I’m not your mattress.” The statement gains him an amused look, and Sun rises to press a kiss to Gladion’s cheek. He hums in satisfaction at Gladion’s red face, and snuggles back into him. “Fine, I’m your mattress sometimes.”

Deciding to accept his fate for the time being, and if Gladion’s honest he doesn’t mind letting Sun or himself rest for a little longer. He wraps his arms around Sun and gives him a light squeeze. “Alright, five more minutes. Brat.”

#nullolashipping #trainer sun #trainer gladion #pokewriting #pokemon sun and moon #mod litten #(this is entirely self indulgent and i just wanted to write some snuggles)

[gostumpz]

Destined Conclusion - Ash vs Alain Revision

Still salty about the conclusion of the Kalos League? 

I am. Enough to write up the proper ending to the Lumiose Conference; what we would’ve had if the writers were left to their own devices, for sure. Enjoy!

“Blast Burn!” Alain punched the air, leading his Charizard, who spun into a dive.

The ground was struck with Charizard’s awesome might, sending explosive tremors through the grassy battlefield. Greninja was soon to be claimed as their victim.

“Slam Water Shuriken into the ground!” A supportive voice rang in Greninja’s mind, prompting the Water Frog to reach behind his back for his signature weapon. He felt Ash’s own movements guiding him; reassuring him that every move would lead to victory. The large Water Shuriken was gripped, its sharp edge smashed into the ground before him.

The resulting geyser tore through the earth, colliding with Blast Burn with explosive results. 

“It managed to block Blast Burn with Water Shuriken! I’ve never seen a battle like this before!” The announcer gave the play-by-play, mirroring the audience’s awe. 

Ash didn’t let the moment slip away. “Aerial Ace!”

Greninja charged into the steam at once, cutting the distance between himself and Charizard in an instant. With the momentum, he slammed a fist into the dragon’s gut, flipping into an axe handle kick. His strike buried Charizard’s head in the dirt. 

“Well done, Ash! Way to go, Greninja!” Bonnie cheered from the stands. 

“Charizard,” Alain started, “are you okay?” 

Charizard grumbled in reply, willing himself to stand.

With that assured, Alain turned his gaze to their two opponents. Ash, and Greninja. Both stood tall in defiance. An assured confidence that he wasn’t quite sure he could break. The thought made him smile. 

High above, Mairin pressed her palms against the glass of the stadium’s most luxurious view. The look on her friend’s face alerted her. “Alain’s enjoying this battle with Ash…” 

Overlooking the battle from a more modest vantage point, Sycamore gave a subconscious nod of approval. 

“Ash,” the rogue trainer addressed. “Thanks to you, I’ve had several intense battles. I’m grateful for that. Thank you.” He took a deep breath. “So, I’m going to repay you, by giving my all!”

This was a strange sensation. To be free of any worries; any doubts. In this moment, nothing but their battle mattered. Anything short of his absolute best wasn’t proper payment. “Charizard!” He roared, outstretching his hand with tensed fingers. “Dragon Claw!”

The dragon took his cue, promptly shooting across the field with sharpened claws.

Greninja barely had time to prepare. Without so much as a command from Ash, he instinctively raised his arms to guard his torso.

It didn’t prepare him for what was about to come. An intense pressure struck his arms and chest, launching the frog painfully across the field.

“Augh!” An intense pain struck Ash’s upper body. He hissed, doubling over to clutch his forearms in anguish.

“Pikapi!” Pikachu gasped, looking to his trainer in worry. 

“It’s seriously strong,” Tierno marveled. 

“I-it still has that much power!?” Trevor blurted in awe. He felt his blood run cold. That was the monster he’d been up against, earlier… It was no wonder at all that he’d lost. 

Greninja forced himself to stand, shaking his arms out. “Kouga,” he grunted. He wasn’t done.

Ash stood up, just the same. He gripped his cap. ‘I’m… I’m happy. Happy I got to fight someone like you, Alain. But, this is the end.’ With that thought in mind, he shouted across the field. “No hard feelings, Alain! No matter who wins!”

With that declaration, Ash felt his blood rush through his veins. “Take this,” Ash grinned, clutching one of his fists before him. “This is all of our power! Greninja,” he started, throwing a tensed hand to his side, “use Cut!”

“Kouuu…!” Greninja roared as he charged into battle, forming knives from the marks on his hips.

“Charizard, Dragon Claw!”

The Flame pokemon raised his hand, forming long, emerald claws over his own. With a guttural roar, he swept into battle on his wings. He smashed his claws into Greninja’s knives.

Unable to overpower the other, the two parted. Charizard’s strikes were slow and heavy. Greninja kept up with swift acrobatics, striking at the other’s limbs at any chance he had. But, he was quickly forced to disengage, giving himself a brief reprieve. 

When he felt the familiar chill of danger, he leapt away, again. The smashing of Dragon Claw against the dirt confirmed his suspicions. 

“Water Shuriken!” 

“Thunderpunch!”  

Charizard resumed his assault, this time, with sizzling sparks crackling around his claws. The first punch was thrown. 

Greninja was forced to respond instantly, yanking the Water Shuriken from its holster on his back. With a flick of his arm and hips, he spun the weapon before him, gripping it just in time to hold off Thunderpunch.

Greninja and Charizard swung with abandon, each violent collision rattling each. But, neither would willingly give in, swinging rhythmically at one another with calculated blows.

Every one of Charizard’s punches was fended off. Every one of Greninja’s swings was rebounded by Thunderpunch.

That was, until Greninja found a sweet spot. He watched Charizard retreat his hand in pain. This was his chance. “Kouu… Ga!” He roared, slicing Water Shuriken across Charizard’s chest.

The dragon reeled, sliding back across the field.

This was the moment of truth. A sudden, overwhelming instinct struck Ash. “Let’s go, Alain!” He challenged, throwing an open palm above his head. “Water Shuriken!”

Greninja turned, tossing his weapon into a spin above his head. With a growing roar, he poured his remaining strength into Water Shuriken. A twister raged around his body, sending the star into a white-hot spin. In a show of might and iron will, Water Shuriken became a gigantic, orange disc, bursting at the seams with energy.

Alain gasped, his blood running cold at the sight. That power… If he didn’t act fast, this was over. He knew this as he shouted his last resort, punching the earth. “Blast Burn!”

Charizard reared back, letting out a thunderous roar as he slammed his fist into the ground in tandem. 

“Kouuuu…. Ga!!!” Greninja shrieked, tossing the shuriken with all of his might.

An explosive ripple ran towards Greninja, and the Water Shuriken launched at Charizard.

Explosions ripped from one end of the field to the next, deafening any words from the audience. Ash and Alain were forced to brace themselves. 

The former gasped, suddenly brought to his knees. “Greninja…!” Ash hissed, holding his shoulder, fearing the worst. 

“Pikapi!” Pikachu lamented, turning towards the smoke. “Pi-ka-ka…” 

Alain’s nails dug into his palms. “Charizard…”

Both Greninja and Charizard stood amidst the thick smoke. Greninja was down to one knee, and Charizard was hunched over. Heavy breaths kept both riding the last of their strength.

Greninja croaked, losing his footing. The stadium collectively held its breath. 

Charizard huffed a grunt of victory, before his eyes turned to pin-points. He collapsed heavily onto his side. Rainbow light enveloped and left him, shedding his larger black and blue exterior. The quiet flame on his tail had lost its blue glow, burning the usual red.

“Charizard is unable to battle!” The referee declared over the loudspeaker. “Which gives Ash the win!”

Ash found himself short of breath, smiling from cheek to cheek. He was awestruck. 

“That decides the victor of this match, and the Lumiose Conference; Ash Ketchum!” 

Thunderous applause erupted, drowning out anything else the announcer had to say.

“Yes!” Ash punched the air, falling on his rear as he did so. Suddenly, all of his strength left him.

Greninja collapsed the same, returning to his normal state. He laid on his back, exhausted. “Kouga…!” 

“Ash…!” Serena swallowed, beaming with pride. 

“They did it! They won! Ash and Ash-Greninja won!” Bonnie cheered loudly, waving her hands in the air. Dedenne joined the cheer atop her head.

Clemont, meanwhile, collapsed into his seat with an exasperated sigh. “That’s just like Ash… Making us worry until the last second like that!” 

“But, he won!” Bonnie reminded, hooking her arm around her big brother’s yanking him to his feet to cheer. “Bonnie’s super-happy!”

“It seems he did… Just what I’d expect.” Clemont beamed with pride. Loudly cheering was out of his range, but he was content to watch his inspiration – no, his friend, bask in his victory.

“Congratulations,” Serena thought aloud. “All of your hard work paid off.” The blonde felt a trickle running down her cheeks. Burning red, she hastily wiped her tears.

He didn’t even fight his exhaustion. His tongue hung unceremoniously beside him, his limbs relaxed in all directions. Only one thought ruled his mind right now. They’d won. He couldn’t bother to try standing up, or celebrating. He was content just to lie.

But, he quickly found that he was no longer on the ground. No, his arm was slung over someone’s shoulder. Ash’s. He wasn’t bearing the brunt of his weight anymore. “Kou…” 

“Congratulations,” Ash beamed, grinning wide. “You did it! Awesome job, Greninja.” 

“Pi-Pikachu!” Pikachu agreed, standing at their feet. Neither needed the extra weight, now. 

The frog smiled, visibly, before retracting his tongue back around his neck. “Kouga!” 

“You’re right. We did it.” 

“Ash!” 

Ash and Greninja turned from one another to look to their right.

Alain stood, with Charizard nowhere in sight. The man’s expression looked hazed, at first. Lost in thought. 

“Alain?” Ash tilted his head, wearily. 

The man smiled, shaking his head before holding his hand out to shake. “Thank you.”

“Hey, right back at you!” Ash beamed, reaching to shake. Though, his grip wasn’t quite as strong as he’d have liked. “That was fun!” 

“It was,” Alain agreed, meek in comparison. “I’m honored to have lost to you, if anyone.”

“C’mon,” Ash laughed, running his finger over the bridge of his nose. “You’re making me blush, here!” Meanwhile, he overheard something next to him. He heard Greninja snickering. “Hey, very funny,” Ash pouted, turning a glare on his companion. Greninja only snickered louder.

Alain smiled to himself. They were something else. “You should probably get some rest. You both look exhausted.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Ash agreed. “See you in a few?”

“I’ll look forward to it.” On that high note, Alain turned, walking towards his end of the field.

“What a great display of determination and sportsmanship! Let’s offer a big hand for our competitors!” 

“You finally found what you were looking for, didn’t you?” Sycamore looked down upon the field with pride. “Well done, Alain, Ash.” 

“I can see why I had so much trouble with him.” Diantha thought aloud, her hands folded in her lap. She was having a hard time containing her excitement. “A victory well-earned.” 

“What a battle!” 

“Your rhythm was amazing!” 

“That was beautiful!” 

Shauna, Tierno, and Trevor swarmed Ash in the locker room, loudly gushing their thoughts. 

“I… think Ash could use some space,” Sawyer spoke up, clutching his notebook to his chest. When the trio backed off, he stepped forward. “Ash… I’m glad you won! I gained EXP, just watching that battle! I enjoyed it almost as much as ours.”

“You know,” Tierno interrupted, “you just said that he needed space, but I think you’re just hogging Ash for yourself!”

“What!?” Sawyer flustered, backing away from the taller trainer. “I-I wasn’t!”

Ash laughed, leaning back on the bench. “It’s alright, guys, really. But, I could use a nap.”

“Not before you claim your trophy!” The voice of Serena chimed, as the performer stepped forward, winking at her successful companion.

“You can’t doze off on us, now!” Bonnie agreed. “That was so cool! Ash-Greninja was amazing!”

“Just a bit longer,” Clemont gently reminded. “All of your pokemon are proud, I’m sure.”

“Pika-Pikachu!” Pikachu agreed, nuzzling into Ash’s face.

“Hey, quit it!” Ash chuckled, scratching the mouse’s opposite cheek. “Thanks, everyone. Just… Wake me up for the…”

“Mr. Ketchum!” An official stepped into the room, waving out the victor. “Could we have you on stage, please?” 

“So much for that,” Ash sighed. 

“Ash,” Diantha, the Champion started, hoisting a golden trophy to the young man above. The molding was fit with beautiful antlers of Xerneas, and the wings of Yveltal. A fitting symbol of the region’s blessings. 

Ash took it into his gloved hands, swallowing quietly. Pikachu leaned over his shoulder to peer at the trophy with curiosity.

“I praise you as a trainer who has raised his pokemon well, forged solid bonds with them, and demonstrated unparalleled strength in battle. Congratulations.”

It was all Ash could do to contain his enthusiasm on stage, a smile pressing at the edges of his cheeks, daring to go further, even. “Thank you, Diantha!”

Deafening applause rolled in from Lumiose Stadium, from strangers down to the competitors’ dearest friends. For Ash, his team, and even his opponents. 

“Ash.”

The youth from Kanto turned, and Alain stood below him, at ground level.

 “Congratulations.”

Ash beamed, brushing his finger over his nose. “Thanks a lot, Alain! Really.” 

“I really would’ve liked to see him win…” Mairin pouted, her cheek puffed up in a frown. “He fought so hard, too… But, I guess he’s happy, now, anyway. That’s what matters, right, Lysandre?” The young trainer perked up, turning to the philanthropist.

But, she found herself alone. The man’s overwhelming presence had vanished.

“Lysandre…?”

The Kalos League had reached its thrilling peak, and its conclusion, with it. Dreams were fought for, sorrows were forgotten, and promises were delivered on.But, the grandiose dream of a madman was moments from unfolding… 

#My Writing #ash ketchum #greninja #ash-greninja #alain #pokeani #anipoke #pokewriting #negative - #fandom salt #note: this involves ZERO alain hate #it's not his fault he was thrown in that position lol #i just fixed his dialogue to be consistent with the rest of the league

[foxofroses-blog]

What I’m Doing - and doing it!

Waves For here, i’m going to be posting some of my rough drafts and other bits and bobs stuck in WiP purgatory. Like most of my writing, I had an idea, and wrote it ... Just I never knew where to go from there...

Trainer Cyan Pt1

Former admin wanting to get a new start on life. (Ps. sorry about the few xx’s i wasn’t in a place to do extensive pokemon or geographical research when writing this)

She headed for the boat. Nothing on her but her clothes, bag, pokeballs and ticket. She looked up at the boat. It wasn't a majestic cruise ship not like the one that went through xx city. This was a speed liner, made to cross the oceans in days not weeks. It was still a long trip from Unova to Sinnoh it still took xx days. She just had to stick to her cabin, and hope nobody recognized her. When she arrives at the port in Canalave she shouldn't be afraid of getting recognized.

Instinctively she pulled up the hood on her jacket after showing her ticket to the steward at the docks; it's blue fur swayed gently in the sea breeze. All she had to do was not attract any attention, and if she did all she had to do was remember her alias and she should be okay.

'Cyan … a professional trainer on vacation to Sinnoh while the Team Plasma events settled down.' It was a simple enough disguise and name.

Her cabin was on a lower deck near all the crews quarters. Something cheap and inexpensive. She just needed the alone time.  She could hear trainers running battle simulations and betting on outcomes. A lot of loud people were on the ship. Sinnoh was a popular vacation spot, people would tour the three lakes, and try to glimpse the fourth one that many claimed was just a mirage. Even the fabled battle tower was there.

She pushed through the crowds of people, she avoided eye contact with as many as possible. She eventually arrived at her cabin. Small, on a lower floor, nobody came down here but people who had cabins or the crew who worked down there. She swiped her card key and the door opened for her, she went in and checked the area. After seeing what the small apartment had to offer with a mini-fridge, desk, bed, and washroom. She sat down on the bed, letting her bag off her shoulder. She then removed her hood, letting her wavy black hair fall down past her shoulders.

She took the two pokeballs off of her belt and released the two inside. A Cubchoo and a Glaceon, those were the two she was bringing with. They were her favorites, she left the rest of her Pokemon back in Unova as well as her past. Her Glaceon went to lay down at her side, while the Cubchoo ran around energetically. She scooped her Cubchoo up in her arms and squeezed it tight. It gave a little squeak and hugged her in return. She smiled to herself and let it back down  and it sat down on the ground and looked at her quizzically.

'I hope you both enjoy Sinnoh, we won't be coming back here again.' She told her Pokemon.

'Its going to be a clean start for all of us.'

She then tossed her bag on the bed and lay down next to it; her Pokemon curling up next to her. She wanted to have this trip done as soon as possible.

#pokemon #fanfiction #fanfic #unfinished #serious #detailed #my writing #ice type #pokewriting

[illustrious-rocket]

Find the Word Tag

I got tagged by @blind-the-winds for this game.

My words are egg, excited, end, everyone, and ebb.

Egg

Archer had trained them to be agile in combat, yet for all their work, Nekou’s abilities had grown to such a degree that they had little chance of catching up to her. She ducked and swayed out of their dual trajectories, causing them both to crash into the table and chair behind her. Houndoom soon recovered from the impact and lunged at her anew, only for her to meet him with a spinning kick directly to the abdomen. The great strength in her leg spiked Houndoom across the lounge and into Toxtricity, flooring them both. Nekou then turned her attention to Granbull, who by that point had risen from the wreckage of the booth he landed in. He took advantage of his proximity to sink his teeth into her arm, biting clean through her sleeve, but when she grinned instead of reacting with any sort of pain, he grunted in shock. What was he to do if even biting down on her body was for naught? He had no chance to consider his next move before she seized him by the throat and literally tore him from her arm, his fangs rending her flesh as they were yanked free. Those wounds healed as quickly as they came, however, and Granbull was left to helplessly flail as she lifted him into the air. Her eyes flashed even brighter, striking the Fairy-type Pokémon with one last spike of fear before she slammed him into the floor. Archer could almost literally feel his facade of bravado cracking like an egg as he watched Nekou effortlessly cast his Pokémon aside. The misgivings he’d managed to suppress to that point erupted into the open, contorting his face into a blank look of terror. Terror that only deepened when she turned to him, licked some of the blood from her arm and smirked in relish of his fear, as if the injury Granbull inflicted was nothing but a paper cut to her. “P-Perrserker, do something!” he stammered, remembering he still had one Pokémon immediately available. Backing away from Nekou as she slowly swaggered toward him, Archer started to say, “Thunderbo-” However, that order died before Archer could fully voice it, his pause brought on by a bump against his leg. Perrserker, having seen how easily Nekou overwhelmed Houndoom, Granbull and Toxtricity, opted to cower behind him instead of throwing herself into such a hopeless fight.

Excited

“There you go, Flaaffy! Thunderbolt!” With a snarl fueled half by cocky confidence and half by her compulsion toward fighting, Flaaffy jumped up and released an electric blast that rivaled Gyarados’s in intensity. The charge tore up and down through Gyarados’s serpentine body, making her thrash and roar in a fruitless attempt to shake it off. “There, that’s a clean hit!” Anabel exclaimed. Next to her, Amanda covered her own ears to protect them from Gyarados’s pained shriek. “If Olivia can keep that up, she might be able to get through this without too much trouble.” Thinking back to her review with Olivia from that morning, Nekou gently teased, “So you’re the one getting excited this time, huh? We shouldn’t get too far ahead of ourselves here, but she is doing a pretty good job.” “Tch…” Clair scowled, recognizing she’d put too much faith in Incinerate by itself. That was yet another of Lance’s lessons that she’d learned the hard way, never to put all of one’s expectations into a single move. And since she had to learn that lesson, Clair decided that Olivia had to as well. “Cut it down with Power Whip!”

End

One person he definitely wasn't managing to help calm down was Mitsumi. “I don’t have to hear that from you ,” she grumbled at him. “Every few years a guy thinks the world needs saving, puts together a team and makes it everyone else’s problem. This isn’t any different, and I’m sick of it.” “I think this time may actually be different,” Silva quietly commented. “Even though we know what Dark Matter is supposedly able to do, we don’t really understand its true nature, you know? It isn’t like anything in the International Police case files, except maybe the Ultra Beasts, and even then… none of the ones we know of sound anything like Dark Matter.” "How can you say that when Cyrus literally tried to erase and rebuild the entire universe?" The dispute had stirred up Mitsumi's memories anew, especially of her time in Team Galactic's clutches. Of being held in the underground laboratories beneath their headquarters. Of being brought to Charon, and having him tamper with her mind, all so she could be Team Galactic's ultimate warrior. It all tied together so well that it disturbed her. "Just… just like what Cyrus wanted to use the other Project Cortex members and I for, Polaris wants to end this world by using Azrael to destroy it. And like how Team Galactic had Dialga and Palkia, Polaris has… whatever the Forbidden Beast is."

Everyone

“I know, that thing they put on you hurts, doesn’t it?” Mitsumi wasn’t intimidated and continued to approach it. “If you want to take it off, calm down and come with me. I’ll help you get better so you won’t need that thing anymore.” The Pokémon snarled and tried to lunge at Mitsumi, but she still refused to flinch or show fear in any way. That was one lesson Cyrus taught her that remained useful, to project an image of strength to those she wished to send a message to. If Type: Full could understand that she was not going to submit to it out of fear, she believed it could understand her good intentions for it. Once she got within arm’s reach, she gingerly placed her hand on the limiter helmet. “There, there, you don’t have to keep suffering,” she said to the stunned creature. “Listen to me. I’ll take care of you. You can be another of my friends instead of a weapon.” Moving her hand downward, she scratched the fur under Type: Full’s chin and continued, “That’s right, you can relax. Come with me and you can learn to control the power they gave you.” Much to the shock of everyone in the lab save for Looker and Silva, Mitsumi’s words of empathy actually managed to get through to the Pokémon. It stopped thrashing, allowing the scientists to let go of the chains attached to its helmet, and lay down at Mitsumi’s feet. “Unbelievable!” Faba choked out. “To see such obedience, and for a child no less! Our hypothesis was that only the most powerful trainers here at Aether Paradise, the president, Professor Mohn, and of course myself, could control it!” “It’s not control,” Mitsumi answered as she continued to pet the Pokémon, “it just senses that it can trust me. I showed that I wouldn’t fear it.” Glaring at Faba, she added, “And I might be more than a few years younger than you, but if you want me to prove my strength to you, I will do it. Here at Aether Paradise. Today.”

Ebb

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. A perfect, cleansing balance that flushed out old misgivings from the body and replaced them with newfound optimism. For Anabel, her morning meditation on Olivine City's beach was a welcome relief. She'd taken up the practice around a year earlier on a recommendation from Amanda, but only tried it in fits and starts until more recently, when she began focusing more on committing to a routine. The multitude of events over the past several days weighed heavily on her, so the comforts of her meditation proved to be a welcome opportunity to clear her mind. "Nice and quiet," Anabel thought as she sat on the sand with her legs crossed and her eyes closed. Indeed, the beach was nearly deserted that morning, aside from a small group of fishermen and two trainers having a battle between their Marowak and Heracross in the distance. It was a solitude she well appreciated as she meditated, her deep breaths ebbing and flowing like the waves lapping at the shore. A cool, gentle sea breeze washed over her, rustling her hair ever so slightly.

#tag game #The Angel of Reckoning #pokefic #pokewriting

[angel-of-reckoning]

Just saw on the NSO app for Animal Crossing: "If a problem can't be solved by your brain or heart, try your stomach."

Gee

#the angel of reckoning #pokefic #pokewriting #Nekou Lalume

[trainersofhoenn]

“If there’s anything I learned in all my years of living, it’s how everything in life would be better if you look at it positively. Take all the failed Mauville expansion projects I’ve got under my belt—I could be sulking in my room about everything that could’ve been, but instead I just go onto the next one! If you go to my room right now, you’ll see all these blueprints of how this ol’ Mauville City you’re standing on could look really different 11 years from now. And none of that would’ve been possible without any of my failures telling me to work harder! Wahahahaha!

“And that’s something you young trainers should really know—failure is essential! Failure is necessary! Failure is what drives you to be successful! Sure, you’re gonna face a lot of downs in your journey, but what’s important are the ups that follow them. When I lose to all these gym challengers who’ve lost to me beforehand, it makes me happier than a Plusle finding a Minun! Wahahahaha!”

#trainers of hoenn #pokewriting #gym leader wattson #pokemon

[feykenthemawile]

‘Desbravando novos horizontes!’

E assim chega um novo dia, numa nova terra, os nossos rapazes chegam ao Porto de Vermilion City, onde Shinra os recebe.

 Shinra – Bem-vindos a Kanto! Então vocês são o Nekoshi e o Riku?! É um prazer vos conhecer em pessoa! Espero que tenham uma boa estadia por cá rapazes!

Nekoshi – Bom dia senhor Shinra! Obrigado! Aposto que vamos ter uma estadia excelente! Nem acredito que estamos na terra do Red e do Green!! AAH!

Riku – Bom dia, e muito obrigado por aceitar nos acolher senhor Shinra!

Shinra – Ora essa! E não é preciso de tanta formalidade, podem-me tratar só por Shinra! Ou por professor Shinra! Ahaha! Estou a brincar, eu ainda não sou professor! Sou apenas um pesquisador de Pokémon! Mas brincadeiras à parte! Estão prontos para irmos até Viridian City?

Nekoshi – Sim! …humn…quer dizer, Viridian? Não íamos para Pallet?

Riku – Nekoshi, não sejas totó, o senh-, o Prof. Shinra tem de nos levar a sua casa antes, não te esqueças que estamos carregados com malas ainda, a gente não pode começar a nossa jornada com tanta carga…

Shinra – Não é preciso de me tratar por Prof- eu estava a brincar!...mas sim, o Riku tem razão.

Nekoshi – É verdade, eu sou um bocado avoado, ahah… Então, estamos à espera do quê? A Caminho de Viridian! *aponta em frente para o horizonte*

Shinra – Ahah! É esse o espirito! Apesar de Viridian ser para o outro lado! Mas boa tentativa!

Nekoshi – Ahaha! Eu sei! Eu só estava a…apontar figurativamente!

Riku – Pára de inventar Nekoshi…sinceramente.

Ao chegar a Viridian City…

Nekoshi – *ao olhar para uma placa no portão da moradia de Shinra* “Cuidado com o Houndoom”?

Shinra – Não tens que te preocupar, ele ficou a tomar conta dos bebés!

Nekoshi – Bebés?! Mas quantos filhos tem? E deixar um Houndoom a tomar conta de crianças?!

Shinra – AHAHAH! Que disparate Nekoshi, eu só tenho a minha filha Shima, e ela já tem a vossa idade, os bebés são Pokémon que vieram de Ovos que o teu pai me enviou, para eu criar e estudar! Por falar nisso! Vocês receberam um ovo cada um certo? Será que eu os podia analisar antes de partirem para Pallet?

Nekoshi – Claro que sim professor! Está aqui o meu Ovo de Pichu! *entrega ovo*

Riku – E aqui está o meu Ovo de Eevee. Já agora, a sua filha já começou a sua jornada?

Shinra – (já vi que o apelido de professor acabou por pegar mesmo) Ainda não, de facto, esse era outro dos assuntos que queria tratar convosco, será que vocês se importavam de lhe fazer companhia na aventura dela?

Nekoshi – De forma alguma! Quantos mais melhor! Ela vem connosco hoje?

Riku – Nekoshi, é só amanhã que a gente vai a Pallet Town, hoje a gente ainda fica cá a noite.

Shinra – Sim, o Riku tem razão, amanhã vocês os três vão partir logo pela matina, rumo ao Laboratório do infame Professor Oak! Mas hoje, passam cá a noite, para começarem a vossa jornada, fresquinhos e descansados da viagem que fizeram até aqui! Vou agora para o meu escrito-boratório! Ahah! Mas antes disso, vou chamar a minha mulher para que ela vos ajude com o resto das coisas até ser hora de jantar!

Depois disto, Shinra chamou a sua mulher, Rima, e Shima veio com ela, para conhecer os seus futuros companheiros de jornada.

Shima – Olá! Prazer!! O meu nome é Shima, e sou a filha do cientista que vos decidiu acolher! Não tenham vergonha de perguntarem o que for que precisem!

Rima – Boa tarde rapazes, é um prazer vos conhecer, a minha filha é meio extraviada, mas ela é uma boa miúda. É como ela disse, eu vou-vos mostrar o quarto de hóspedes onde vocês podem levar as vossas malas e afins, e depois podem ir com a Shima conhecer os cantos à casa, estejam à vontade!

Riku e Nekoshi – Obrigado pela hospitalidade!

Nekoshi – Então vamos a isso! *pega nas malas e segue Shima e Rima até ao quarto de hóspedes*

Riku – *pousa as malas no quarto* Obrigado Dona Rima!

Rima – Ora essa!...bom, eu vou preparar as coisas para fazer o jantar! Divirtam-se crianças! Mas com juízo!

Shima – Sim mãe! *virando-se para Riku e Nekoshi* bom, rapazes é assim, querem ir dar uma vista de olhos no que o meu pai está a fazer ou preferem ir ver o quintal onde temos os Pokémon à solta?

Nekoshi – Huuumn, vamos ver os Pokémon que estão no quintal! Depois podemos ir ver o Professor Shinra no Laboratório!

Shima – Ok! …Professor? Ahaha! Ele não é professor ainda! Ele é só um pesquisador! Ahah…

Riku – É que ele nos disse para o tratar por professor na brincadeira, e sinceramente, é mais fácil e menos formal que o tratar sempre por Senhor Shinra, por isso acabou por pegar.

Shima – Huuumn, estou a ver…então vamos lá ver os Pokémon!

Chegando ao quintal, viram o Houndoom a correr com vários Pokémon bebés, como forma de brincadeira, depois Houndoom reparou em Shima e esta apresentou Riku e Nekoshi ao Houndoom, que voltou logo de seguida a ir ter com os outros Pokémon e depois disto, os três jovens decidiram ir então ver o que Shinra estava fazendo em seu Laboratório.

Shima – Olá pai! *abraça Shinra* então que andas fazendo?

Shinra – Filha! *beija testa de Shima* Oh Rapazes, estão aqui também! Muito bem, estou a ver que já conheceram a Shima, e que já andaram a investigar os cantos à casa! Agora posso-vos mostrar o que eu estava a ver nos vossos ovos. Como podem ver, esta incubadora diz o tempo que falta para que os vossos ovos choquem, e pelo tempo que está aqui marcado, falta muito pouco! Em princípio, chocarão amanhã!

Nekoshi – Oooooh!! Brutal, então eles vão nascer antes de recebermos os nossos Pokémon Iniciais!

Shinra – Precisamente! Bom, depois de vocês voltarem a passar em Viridian, venham cá a casa com as vossas Pokédexes para eu lhes dar uns toques. *ajusta óculos*

Riku – Que tipo de ajustes?

Shinra – É surpresa, mas não é nada de especial, é simplesmente algo para vos ajudar na vossa aventura!

Shima – Ok pai, hoje és tu que vais fazer o jantar!

Shinra – Ouvi dizer que sim! Então vamos lá tratar de jantar, para irem dormir que amanhã é um novo dia, e um novo começo!

Após o jantar, todos se foram deitar.

Nekoshi – Então Riku, estás pronto para recebermos o nosso Pokémon Inicial amanhã?

Riku – É obvio que sim. Amanhã vamos ter o nosso primeiro combate! Vamos ver quem é melhor, o meu Eevee ou o teu Pichu.

Nekoshi – Nenhum deles. Só nós é que podemos ver quem é melhor entre nós! E eu vou dar o meu melhor com o Pichu!

Riku – Espero bem que sim, porque eu vou fazer o mesmo. Mas de certeza que vou vencer, eu andei a estudar táticas e a ver gravações de campeonatos antigos, de certeza que os meus estudos vão provar-se superiores à tua tática.

Nekoshi – Vamos ver! Não te esqueças que os meus pais são criadores de Pokémon! Eu percebo mais sobre as potencialidades dos Pokémon que tu!

Riku – Amanhã veremos isso! Vá! Boa Noite Nekoshi!

Nekoshi – Boa Noite Riku!! Até amanhã!

E depois de um longo dia a se ambientarem aos ares da região de Kanto, Riku e Nekoshi finalmente foram descansar, e os nossos três aventureiros dormiram a última noite numa cama a sério antes de partirem na sua jornada.

Até ao Próximo Capitulo!

#Pokémon - A Journey's Tale #Capítulo 2 #Pokéfic #Pokémon fanfiction #fanfiction #fic #Pokémon #Kanto #Viridian City #Nekoshi Syney #Riku Rihuno #Pokémon Portugal #Portuguese fanfic #pokewriting #mine #fan fiction

[nullolashippingwriting]

how about the questions 2, 18,26,29 and 30 ? ( if you're still doing them :3 )

I suppose so!

2: Who sleeps in the other’s lap?

It varies sometimes, but generally it’s Gladion. It also doesn’t help that Sun likes to pet his hair.

18: Who’s the first one to admit they have feelings for the other?

Gladion was the first one to realise that he had feelings for Sun, but Sun was the one who first admitted it (by showing a note into Gladion’s hands and running away)

26: Who takes a selfie when the other one falls asleep on their shoulder?

Sun does sometimes, since he likes to take photos for memories. Gladion has his lock screen as a picture of Sun sleeping on his shoulder though.

29: Which one holds the umbrella over both of them when it rains?

Gladion does this because he wants to keep the rain off Sun as much as possible, even if he ends up not completely dry.

30: If your OTP went on vacation, where would they go and what would they do? Who would take the pictures?

They’d travel to Kalos and do some battling together. They do go visit tourist sites, and its Sun who usually takes photos of the landscape but thinks he sneaks some photos of Gladion too. Gladion notices, he doesn’t really mind/care.

#pokewriting #pokemon #nullolashipping #trainer gladion #trainer sun #alicethemadhatterapprentice #;;awnsered #mod litten #headcanons