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Comfort in Despair: Chapter 29 - Deimos

Leon x F!Reader

Disclaimer: Do not own Pokemon

Summary:

Galar is rich in folklore and tales of the supernatural.

As a Pokemon Researcher who specialises in ghost types, this is a great opportunity for you to investigate and learn more about the paranormal.

Along the way, you meet Leon (in the most awkward way possible) who becomes embroiled in your adventures.

^ Basically this story is about ghosts :/

Rating: General/Teen

@marydragneell here is the latest update

Deimos

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[There's Nothing Here.]

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Gengar has safely taken you to the Wild Area, carrying you on his back.

The shadow has disappeared along the way, seemingly decided to give up pursuing you, for now.

Your mind has been unable to settle, to register the horrific incidents that had just taken place. Your Pokemon are dead. You were attacked in your own home. Nothing is safe.

A little voice in your mind has popped up, wanting to be heard, and it’s all about giving up. It would be so easy to quit, to surrender and submit to it all - whether it be your fate or destiny, or maybe it had been this way all along and this was how it was meant to be right from the very start, but for some reason, you had resisted it.

For a long time, you had not experienced fear but tonight, it had all come crashing back to you. You realised how helpless you were, how tiny and insignificant everything truly was.

As Gengar descends, having found a suitable place for landing, the cold rush of wind that hits you provides a tiny window of clarity.

No, I can’t give up. It’s only just begun.

You let out a choked rasp of anguish. A loud gasp rips from the back of your throat and a single tear pours from the corner of your eyes. No, no, this won't do. Squeezing your fist into a tight ball, you regather your composure and quickly squeeze your eyes shut, shaking your head before re-opening your eyes.

Whatever it is, you're determined to make it pay.

You will destroy it, if it's the last thing you do.

The change of scenery from the sleepy town of Wedgehurst to the vast and empty expanse of the Dusty Bowl is unfamiliar to you. The Wild Area is so dark and empty, it’s unsettling. You think back to your researching days, when you would spend many nights here on your own, in the dark, in the wildnerness with nothing but a torch, some food and pokedolls…and wonder how on earth did you do it?

When the pokemon lets you off, Gengar helps you sit down on a rock where you can gather your thoughts. You haven’t spoken since the ordeal and it looks like you’re still in shock. Your face is pale from fright yet your expression is impassive.

He’s worried, and he asks Mimikyu to help whilst he stays by your side: you've essentially run from home in your pyjamas and with no shoes, so she is tasked to find you some warm clothes.

The doll departs and quickly finds a campsite nearby – she spies a young couple sleeping inside their tents and sneakily ransacks their supplies, grabbing a pair of socks, shoes from the backpacker girl along with her coat.

Mimikyu returns with her goodies and hands them to you; she’s surprised you’re not reprimanding her as you usually would whenever she does something bad or wrong.

Instead, you silently don a stranger’s shoes and coat...and then you check the contents of your bag. You didn't pack much, if anything at all. Also, Rotom is missing. You must have left him at home.

Gengar and Mimikyu watch as you come across your radio next, pull it out and turn it round, switching it on, only for a horrific static noise to come blaring out followed by a deep male’s voice iterating the nursery rhyme “Ring-a-round-a-rosie,” repeatedly.

You hurriedly switch it off but the voice continues and seeing how shaken you are, Gengar slaps it out of your hands and onto the ground before he proceeds to stomp on the device, breaking it in half. To top it all off, he shoots it into smithereens with a Dark Pulse.

“Thanks.”

He gives you a nod of acknowledgement.

Next, you fish Vulpix’s capsule and release her. Once she emerges, your pokemon looks up at you expectantly. Your small team fall into line together and you glance at them all as they wait for your next instructions.

With a deep breath, you release a sigh and close your eyes briefly, then reopen them.

“…There's something after me, and it kills pokemon,” you utter, “Cutiefly and Sunkern are dead. The khira dagger broke and the talismans didn’t work. I don't know what it is. It's not a human, pokemon, spirit...I don't even think it's a demon. I can’t really explain it and I know how it sounds, but…it’s not from this world.”

You had stumbled over your words, your voice trembling. The pokemon, except Gengar, blink in alarm, exchanging glances between each other before they begin to crowd around you.

You step back, shaking your head.

“I’m releasing all of you. It will keep going after me so if you stay, I’ll only get you killed. Go home. You’ll be safe,” you utter shakily, and Mimikyu and Gengar look at you with widened eyes. "I want to thank you all for your help. I've enjoyed our time together, even though it was short."

Poor Vulpix is the most confused, padding up to you and sitting at your feet, looking up at you with her glossy eye. She had just been adopted and now she will be abandoned again. She sits on her haunches as you shake your head sadly before she lets out a mournful howl. Lowering yourself to a crouch, you gently pick her up and embrace her tightly, before letting her back down.

“I’m so sorry,” you whisper.

It’s Gengar and Mimikyu next, and you pick up the ragdoll and hug her firmly before moving onto Gengar.

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to find Gossamer Cave.”

“Then I’ll go with you.”

You shake your head.

“I can’t let you go on your own.”

“You can’t go with me.”

“But I promised to fight with you, to stay by your side,” he replies.

“I’m sorry, Gengar. I can’t take any risks. This is the only way I can keep you safe. You should go back and be with your trainer.”

"But you are my trainer now."

That makes you hesitate; Gengar's loyalty is touching and you let out another gentle sigh under your breath.

“What if you can’t find the cave?”

“I will.”

“Then we’ll wait for you here,” Gengar replies and you smile weakly at him. “We’ll wait for you.”

Without further ado, you turn your back on your pokemon, heading towards the opposite direction where the path that leads into the Dusty Bowl awaits. The pokemon begin to trail after you - you can hear their little footsteps - but you turn round and shake your head firmly, warning them. Vulpix and Mimikyu joins Gengar's side, watching you leave.

“Are we really free?” Mimikyu asks.

“Free or not, I’m waiting for her here,” Gengar says, folding his arms. “If you want to leave, you can go.”

“Suit yourself, mi.” Mimikyu replies.

…

Mimikyu heads for the tall grass. She’s a little stunned; Gengar and Vulpix are going to wait for you to return, but you had released them because it was no longer safe to be around you anymore.

Unsure what to really do or where to begin, now that she’s a free pokemon, Mimikyu wades through the undergrowth with little idea of where she’s going or where she should be heading to, or where her new or next home should be.

She accidentally bumps into a tough-looking Tyrogue who attempts to chase her away from its territory but she teaches him a lesson in sharing by letting loose a shadowy claw and slapping him away. The weakened Tyrogue has no choice but to let her wander around to her heart’s delight but even then, Mimikyu discovers she doesn’t like living in the tall grass. It’s too primitive.

She dawdles for a long time aimlessly until she comes across a clearing where a bunch of wild Mimikyu can be seen gathered together up ahead. Home! She’s home…

Immersing herself into the group, Mimikyu lifts a claw and attempts a friendly wave.

“Mi mi,” she says, but when they turn round, they only emit squeaking noises and she is greeted with haunting disguises that resemble Pikachu, her most hated enemy.

The disturbing black squiggles that are meant to resemble its eyes...they are so empty and hollow and sinister, it scares her.

Seeing her own kind dressed up as a Pikachu, desperate for attention and love, pretending to be something they’re not, lying to themselves in order to escape their never-ending cesspit of loneliness and melancholy, Mimikyu shakes her head furiously, coming to the realisation that she doesn’t belong here.

Instead of dressing up as Pikachu, they should be dancing around a burning effigy of the electric rodent!

Used to a warm bed and roof over her head, along with three meals a day and drink at virtually no cost, she realizes how difficult it would be to adjust to the wildlife and she does not remember how she used to live before she was taken in by humans.

Now she will need to look for food and drink on her own, as well as a place to sleep for the remainder of her days. She scampers away in fright at the newfound revelation, or crisis, and finds a pond where she sits at the damp, mossy edge, looking at her reflection.

She’s an ugly little ragdoll but a kind-hearted human took her in and she had a family. She had Gengar, Runerigus and Vulpix.

She begins crying, lost and confused and scared, until the shadow of a tree wobbles and a familiar pokemon steps out, carrying a one-eyed Vulpix under one arm.

“Gengar! Vulpix!” she exclaims, looking up as the shadow pokemon floats over to her. “You didn’t leave mi?”

Gengar shakes his head whilst Vulpix begins licking her face. "I knew something like this would happen to you,” he says. “You're not used to wild life anymore, are you?"

“No, mi want a nice home and warm food. I’m sorry for leaving. Let’s go, let’s find her.”

He nods, and together, they return to the main path where they attempt to follow their trainer’s lingering scent.

…

On your own, you have been unable to determine your bearings, where is north, south, east or west; you were certain you were at least on the right path by recalling some familiar landmarks of the region such as the huge, Musharna-shaped rock or Rhydon-shaped tree and you’ve ended up trekking onto uncharted territory, a path no-one had ever stepped foot on and now a sandstorm had whipped up from virtually out of nowhere.

The harsh wind billows from every corner; luckily, you’d packed a pair of goggles earlier to protect your eyes from the sand but the storm is too strong and you find yourself being blown away on one occasion too many. You persevere, pushing your body forwards and to the limit, lifting your arms up to shield yourself, planting one foot in front of the other slowly but steadily.

You hear a familiar buzz closeby before a small, red pokemon pops up and into the air and your eyes widen with shock.

"Rotom!" you exclaim as he bobs in front of you, "what are you doing here?"

"I fell azzleep in your bag, zzzipped myzzzelf up inzzzzide a pocket and juzzt woke up. What'd I mizzz, zzrt?"

You let out a heavy sigh. "Where do I even begin?"

Your phone glimpses around before he flies towards you and buries itself into your jacket for safety, peeking out behind your lapels.

"Where are we, zzrt? Actually, never mind! Let me find out, bzzrt!" his screen goes blank as he attempts to find your location but nothing happens; his screen is a fuzzy, jumbled mess of grey. "Lookzzz like I have no zzzignal. Oh dear, bzz."

"I'm not surprised."

"Can we go home, zzrt?"

"Not yet. Sorry, Rotom."

With Rotom as your remaining pokemon, you plough on. He moves to hide in your backpack, trembling with fear.

You’d been stuck in this sandstorm for what appears to be an eternity, with no end in sight and your feet are beginning to hurt.

Stopping, you glance around but you cannot see anything, only sandy smog that batters you from all directions. Looking behind your shoulders, your footsteps have disappeared too.

“Where are we, bzzrt?” Rotom asks.

“I don’t know. I’m sorry for dragging you into this, Rotom.”

“It’zzz okay, zzrt,” he replies. “we’re in thizzzz together.”

You’ve had your Rotom phone for a while now and he’s been so good to you. “We can do this, Rotom,” you reply.

He nods, and you continue your journey though you realise the storm has grown even stronger and the temperature has dropped and now you cannot even keep your balance as the wind blows you left and right, forwards and backwards. You cry out as you stumble around blindly and Rotom gets blown out of your backpack.

“EEP! Help!!!” he cries out as he’s whisked up and into the storm.

“Rotom!!” you yell, attempting to reach for him but he quickly vanishes from view, disappearing amidst the sand.

“Help!” he cries, though you can no longer see him.

“Rotom?? Where are you?” you yell, throwing your glance around wildly.

It’s silent.

“Rotom?! Hang in there, I’ll find you!”

Breaking into a sprint, you rush towards the direction you had last seen Rotom. To your dismay, you are greeted with nothing but the same dreary and blustering, never-ending sandy winds. Panting, you stop. Your mouth is dry, your mind hazy. You cannot even tell if you’re running in circles, if you’d been here before, if you’re heading back to where you came from.

Surrounded by nothing but billowing winds and sand, you realise how truly alone and lost you are.

“Rotom??” you yell into the vast nothingness.

There is no response, as expected.

“How does Ezra see where he’s going?” you mutter to yourself.

The sudden realization comes to you like a tonne of bricks dropping over your head.

He doesn’t.

Closing your eyes, you are freed from the rampant distraction of the sandstorm.

Taking a deep breath, you take one step forwards. Then another, and another. You let your feet wander on their own accord, taking one step at a time. You hold your breath to focus, concentrating as much as you can on pinpointing the correct path, the way forwards.

Allowing your senses to take over, your body begins to feel weightless and free as your feet carry you through the expanse. You guide yourself, clinging to a weak instinct that lingers in your gut which tells you that you’re heading the right way, and soon, your surroundings grow silent.

You stop walking.

The sandstorm has vanished and everything is still.

Opening your eyes, you blink, your eyes slowly adjusting to the light.

Your shoulders loosen up, the tension eroding away. You have escaped the sandstorm, and into a thick blanket of bluish grey mist filled with floating pieces of tiny pearly lights.

Observing them, you reach a hand out and press your fingertip against one of the lights which chimes and twinkles loudly, similar to the fairy lights of the Slumbering Weald.

Up ahead, a white orb of light bobs towards your direction. It grows brighter and brighter and as you squint your eyes for a better look, you make out the shape of a figure heading your way through the thick fog.

It’s a pokemon - the shiny Lucario you had seen all those years ago.

He stops before you, his red eyes meeting yours; he looks no different than the last time you had seen him, his golden fur grizzled and washed out, his expression stoic and calm. The light is emitting from the tip of his staff, which stops glowing and dies away slowly.

“You have found us," he says, with a brief nod of his head. "Well done. Follow me.”

“Wait, what happened to Rotom?”

“He’s fine,” Lucario replies, “You needn’t worry. Come along now. Don’t fall behind.”

Nodding, you trail after Lucario silently as he leads you through the surreal mist. On this occasion, the journey is a short and straightforward, linear path.

When he stops, you join his side, revealing a familiar sinkhole that’s bathed in swirling fog.

“Gossamer Cave! It’s real!" you exclaim as you peer down the ledge; everything is indeed as you had remembered.

“Yes.” Lucario lowers his staff and points the tip at the foggy cave entrance. “You must go inside on your own.”

You nod. “I am alone.”

He shakes his head and draws his staff near his shadow and lifts, reeling something out; it’s a chubby black blob which unfurls to reveal Gengar. You exclaim loudly with surprise, and the pokemon grins sheepishly at you.

Lucario frowns and shakes his head. “You must go in alone.”

“Can he wait for me outside?” you say, and Lucario growls lowly from his throat.

“Fine,” he grunts out, after a brief while.

You smile with gratitude and thank the pokemon profusely before throwing your glance to Gengar. He grins at you widely and you share an embrace. “Why are you here?”

“I was worried,” says Gengar, and you both quickly pull away to blink with shock, realizing his voice could be heard clearly out loud. It must be this strange place; it’s blurring two realities together.

However, you and Gengar merely grin and throw your arms around each other once more, his stubby arms wrapping around your back tightly.

“Thank you, Gengar,” you murmur, the corner of your eyes brimming with tears. “Thank you so much. Where are the others?”

“They’re waiting for you in the Dusty Bowl,” he says. “Don’t cry. You’re not alone. We’re here for you.”

You nod, and he releases you.

Unaffected by your reunion, Lucario steps in and says sternly, “It’s time. We will wait for you here. Good luck.”

“Thanks, Lucario.”

You pass them and begin to descend the rocky stairs without further ado, holding onto the vines for support. A serious flicker of déjà vu flashes in your mind for a split second and promptly disappears. Déjà vu or not, you have been here before and everything is exactly as it was many years ago. This place has remained untouched and unburdened by humans which prompts you to believe that you could have entered a different dimension, somehow.

Once you reach the bottom, the gloomy and dark entrance of the cave awaits you. The entrance seems bigger than last time; the slit is wider and stretches high above your head.

This is what Ezra was training you for, and now it’s time.

Taking a deep breath, you mentally assure yourself that everything is going to be fine and you are doing the right thing, though your pounding heart seems to tell you otherwise.

Ezra told you an ancient relic can be found here, and it will help you. You trust your mentor with your life.

Stepping towards the dark slit in the wall, you reach into your bag and pull out your torch, switching it on. It will be your only source of light as you navigate through the darkness that awaits you; you shine the light further within and it stretches all the way into the tunnel but to your surprise, there is no dead end in sight.

The tunnel seems to go on and on.

“It’s changed,” you murmur to yourself and as you step inside, a loud crumbling sound permeates the stillness and the entire cave trembles.

You turn round, witnessing the entrance close up behind you; vines entwine together, rocks and mud are pushed into each other by some unknown, unseen force. You're quickly sealed in, and you swallow down.

There's no way out... and you shine your torch around the gloomy walls, listening out for nothing but the casual drip of water from the stalactites splashing over the ground.

The interior of the cave has indeed changed since the previous venture. The left wall is covered entirely with cave paintings of stick figures and you presume this is supposed to be a depiction of early humans.

Stepping closer, you stop in front of the mural and reach over, running your fingertip over the dried paint and rub your fingers together; the paint falls off your skin in tiny flakes.

Following the rest of the pictures along the way, they progress from meaningless stick figures to a series of red handprints along with several names etched beside them, only there aren’t many names that match the number of handprints. You do not recognize the names until you come across Ezra’s name.

These must be the names of people who came here before you, and you glimpse up and around until you spot a rockpool near the wall brimming to the full with a thick, viscous red liquid which appears to be the origins of the paint.

You crouch by the pool and with your other hand, slowly press your palm into the ink, then find a random space on the wall and press your palm flat over the cold, uneven surface. Lifting your palm off, you see your name suddenly appearing on the wall from the stone and your eyes widen.

You decide to follow the rest of the paintings, moving along the wall. The paintings move from showing early humans carrying spears, to humans accompanied with prehistoric pokemon such as Aerodactyl, Kabutos and Omanytes.

The paintings unfortunately come to an end, and the last one shows an unsettling, bizarre-looking blob painted in black by an abundance of red dots that surround it in a spherical fashion.

You scrutinise this picture thoroughly, coming to the conclusion that whatever it’s meant to be, it's similar to the shadow creature that attacked you although this painting depicts it surrounded by humans who are bowing down, most likely in worship. Some of the painted figures are accompanied with small pokemon, too.

You move onto the next set of paintings that are far more colourful; a shining white creature has been painted, surrounded by an ochre ring: Arceus.

There are also early depictions of Palkia, Dialga and Giratina along with a drawing of a large red pokemon which you can only believe is Groudon, followed by an elegant blue pokemon, Kyogre.

It’s a timeline of ancient history, and a faint rumble captures your attention and you shine your torch towards the tunnel that lies ahead.

It had come from deep within.

You grow still, listening and staring into the darkness where the light doesn’t reach.

Holding your breath, you wait for a reply as the ground beneath you quakes and the grumbling from within grows louder and louder until a red light flickers briefly from deep within the tunnel.

Cocking your head to the side, you make a move forwards until your torch wavers, the light flickering on and off and growing dimmer and dimmer.

“Shit,” you curse under your breath, giving the device a few hefty slaps with the heel of your palm.

When you get it working back to proper order, the red light has vanished and your brows furrow in confusion.

There's something down there and there are no other areas of interest here so you must continue to move forwards; you carefully navigate your way into the tunnel which descends to a rather steep path that leads you deeper and deeper into the belly of the cave. Along the way, you are mindful of sharp rocks that stick out from the ground and sides and the more you venture, the colder it becomes.

Pulling your coat tightly to yourself, you plod through until the path expands, revealing a large clearing and as you arrive, your breath lodges in your throat.

The cave itself is larger inside than it looks compared to outside, with magnificent, huge walls that stretch all the way to unknown heights. You’re certain if you shine your torch up, the beam of the light would not be able to reach the ceiling.

A square, stone platform stands in the middle of the cave, with four pillars in each corner. Huge runes have been carved on the stone pillars, and you recognise some of them from Ezra’s teachings. Some are faded but from you can make out, they spell a simple message which translates to ‘He Who Hath Come Hath Thy Eyes’.

You wander towards the platform, standing in the middle. Below, a pentagram in a perfect circle has been etched along with a symbol in the very middle, one you don’t recognise.

The rumbling stirs the atmosphere once again, except it sounds closer now, much, much closer….coming from above…and the cavern walls tremble and you instinctively take a few steps backwards, glancing around cautiously.

You are no longer alone; a shadow swoops down from the ceiling and lands on the platform.

The impact sends you tumbling backwards and you drop over the ground, rolling awkwardly before you manage to regain your balance and with your torch, you quickly gather yourself back up and shine the light on the creature.

It’s a dark blob….and it doesn’t move, doesn’t react to your light shining on its form. It’s still, as though frozen in time but occasionally disrupted with a slight twitch accompanied with a low, buzzing, or humming noise and you slowly rise to stand, pushing yourself off the ground.

It appears to be assembling itself; though its body seems to be nothing but darkness, you can make out wave-like ripples and swirls on the surface that run throughout its body in casual waves…as though it’s unfurling and curling. It moves like a fabric in water though its texture appears anything but smooth.

There’s many thoughts racing through your mind: organic or inorganic? Sentient or not? Malicious or benevolent?

Surprisingly, you do not feel threatened by its presence and as it continues to transform, it begins to twitch violently until two rudimentary appendages bursts out from its back, twisting together and stretching up high into the air. They’re wings, and they divide into four, then six.

A single dot of red light accompanies it, shining brightly in the middle of the dark mass. It soon splits into two, then three, four….five…It continues to divide until there are a total of eight that begin to rotate clockwise in a hypnotic fashion.

They swivel and weave in enticing motions before they group together to form a horizontal line in front of you. Then they quickly assemble into a vertical line and finally, a small, shapeless cluster. These strange lights hover close to your right, peer at you up and down, then hastily retreat and move to your left and do the same. They appear to be curious about you, inspecting you keenly.

It's identical to what you saw in your bedroom.

Not lights, you think to yourself. Eyes.

The creature is huge, towering many feet over you. Unable to tear your gaze away, you throw your glance left, right and up as the eyes return to its main position in the centre and regard you intensely in return.

Not a human.

Not a pokemon.

“Deimos,” you breathe out.

The eyes glow softly in response, enticing you to come forwards.

Taking one minuscule step, you slowly raise a hand - your hand cannot stop shaking – and though your gesture is bold, to touch it, it stays still and your palm lands on a cold but smooth surface and what feels like a cool breeze surges through your entire body, sending tingles down your spine. You let out a loud gasp from the sensation and retreat your palm.

The crippling fear, the loneliness, the agony, the despair...

It has all but disappeared.

"I know why you're here," a quiet voice whispers in the dark.

It's deep but gentle...and it doesn’t sound male or female...or anything at all, if possible.

“You’re the one who Ezra spoke to when he was a child. You taught him,” you murmur. “And you helped him all those years ago, too. It was you.”

"You want to learn how to stop Phobos.”

"Phobos?"

The eyes join together and arrange themselves, moving towards the ceiling; they shift from blood red to a golden glow at once, the eyes growing glossy. You believe it's looking at something.

“Phobos is one of my kin. He revels in chaos, enjoys feeding more than I do, and he enjoys wreaking havoc unto humans and pokemon.”

You're confused. What exactly are Deimos and Phobos? “Why me? Why Rosie...my mum and dad???”

“You and your sister possess aura, and a large amount of it. Your sister was devoured for that reason, and you’re next. Your mother and father were unfortunately fodder along the way. You are correct; Phobos must be stopped, in order to preserve the balance of the universe."

Its glossy red eyes shows your reflection and the expression on your face...you have never seen yourself look so awestruck yet petrified at the same time, and it's as though it's looking at you too, staring right into your soul.

"You...you'll help me?" you stutter out, swallowing down thickly.

"Yes."

You hold your breath.

"You're in pain. And you have been, for a very long time. I can take it all away. I can make it stop.”

Nodding weakly, your mouth quivers as a shaky breath leaves your throat.

"I just want this nightmare to end," you whisper. "What do I need to do?"

"Let's form a pact," it says. "You and I."

...

You emerge from the cave.

Gengar and Lucario head over; the Pokemon are pleased to see you and as you meet them, you and Gengar share an embrace once more.

“What happened? You were inside for a long time. Did you find it?” Gengar asks as you pull away with a nod.

“I found it,” you reply, smiling, “I know what to do. Everything's going to be okay now. Let's go back.”

Gengar nods; he does not fail to notice the distinct shade of your eyes, which is a curious shade of red.

…

EXTRA NOTES: (these are from AO3, I added them incase anyone is confused -

Deimos was actually meant to converse a bit more with Reader, but the more it did, the more it lost the mystery that surrounds it.

Honestly I wasn't sure myself if this was the right direction to go but I didn't think it would be convincing if Deimos turned out to be a pokemon - Darkrai for example, or even a pokemon I made up because I think that would be hard to imagine - so I've kept Deimos as this cosmic entity/eldritch horror that resides in a cave which is only accessible by those who possess an extremely high level of aura.

It's kind of similar to Mirage Island, I guess?? but it will also not appear unless the individual possesses a high level of aura too. Reader is a late bloomer, which is why it took her so long to reach this stage. Deimos and Phobos are kin, but Phobos is evil and Deimos can be considered good. If you have further questions please feel free to ask.

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anianimol · 4 years

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Karasuno Boys Reacting to their s/o surprising them | Haikyuu! Headcannons

genre: fluff/imagine

warnings: none

wk: 1.5k

Fem!Reader x Karasuno Boys

a/n: I didn’t include all of the boys just because I was worried about making this too long but if anyone wants a pt 2 w them or the girls n coaches I would be down to write them!!😊(also asahi’s is so long sorry I j couldn’t help it)

Tsukishima Kei

after noticing kei having a rough week following a row of draining practices leading up to their next tournament, you wanted to do something small to cheer him up

that weekend, you went to the mall with yachi to grab some lunch and on your way out, you passed a quaint little gift shop, something in the window catching your eye

pulling the blond alongside you, you entered the store, dragging her towards the plushie you had seen earlier

after much convincing, you decided to purchase the mini dino stuffie for kei, even though it was a tad bit cheesy

that night, you put together a playlist of some of your favorite songs, settling on a bunch that you thought he would like

the next day, you pulled him aside at lunch, steering him toward a secluded bench outside

“Y/N, where are you taking me?” He grumbled, a pout visible on his face as he munched on a sandwich with his free hand

plopping him down on the seat, you cleared your throat nervously, a blush creeping onto your face

“So, um, I knew you weren’t feeling so great recently and I know you didn’t mention it but I was really worried about you and I-“ you stuttered, looking down at your shifting feet

“I wanted to get you a little something.” You finished, thrusting the stuffed toy out in front of you.

Tsukki looked up at you in awe, suprise registering on his face as he felt his chest growing tight at the sweet gesture

a soft smile grew on his lips, his gaze admiring you oh so sweetly as he pulled you towards him, landing in his lap

grinning down at you, he placed a kiss on your forehead, deepening your rosy flush

“Thank you my love” he murmured into your hair, his breath tickling your ear

the two of you spent the rest of lunch listening to the playlist you had made, sharing a sandwich as you sat, entangled with one another cozily

Kageyama Tobio

over the past few weeks, you had seen your boyfriend spending more and more time in the gym time progressed; he had been cancelling on your plans to walk home after club activities to stay behind to work on precision setting

not that you minded-you had always supported his love and drive for volleyball completely-but you were beginning to worry about him

“Y/N, stop getting all worried about me. I’m fine. Really.” He brushed you off, shrugging as you stared at him with a furrowed brow.

“You don’t look fine.” You prodded, gesturing at his taped up hands as they rubbed his sore shoulders.

rolling his eyes, he took your hand wordlessly, avoiding your penetrating gaze as he stared down at your delicate fingers in his palm

“Once we get the new quick down it’ll let up, I promise,” he assured you, a tired look passing across his face

not convinced, you debated what you should do to help him; were you only getting in the way by trying to do something? you didn’t want to add to his stress or push him further on the subject

laying awake that night, you thought of the perfect way to suprise your boyfriend, spending the remainder of the night researching articles and supplies you would need

that Saturday after morning practice, you invited Kageyama over, fibbing that you wanted to help him study

upon his arrival, you forced him to close his eyes, leading him into your sunlit backyard to reveal your gift

“A table?” He questioned, looking at you quizzically.

“No you idiot,” you laughed, dragging him next to it, “just take your shirt off and lay down.”

at the command, Kageyama felt blazing heat rushing to his face, not able to look you in the eye as he coughed

“I-I, You what?” He stuttered, tripping over his own tongue.

giggling, you lifted the edges of his shirt over his head as he protested, face turned anywhere but in your direction

taking a second to admire his impressive physique, your hands trailed lightly over his abdomen, his body shivering at your touch as he looked into your face with nervous eyes

turning him face down onto the table, you squeezed out the massage oil onto your hands, its surface glistening in the afternoon light

rubbing your hands together to create friction, you began kneading your hands and fingers into his broad shoulders, your eyes trailing over his muscled back

“Mmhhphh” he groaned, his body visibly relaxing under your touch as you took care of the knots paining his upper body.

“Thank you, Y/N” he murmured, eyes closed in bliss, a faint smile present on his lips

after you had finished, you led the furiously blushing boy into your house, manipulating him after much struggling into wearing matching face masks with you as you cuddled on the couch, his head in your lap as he shyly planted kisses on your fingertips, gazing up at you with a smoldering expression

it took everything I had not to make this smut😳

Azumane Asahi

since you two had only been together for a little while, you recalled that his birthday had passed a couple months prior and were a bit bummed that you hadn’t been able to celebrate with him

“Baby, don’t worry about it,” Asahi chuckled, brushing a stray hair out of your face, “we’ll make sure to celebrate together when it comes around next year.”

“ I know, I just feel a little guilty that I wasn’t able to get you anything, that’s all” you grumbled, a small pout on your lips.

being the angel that he is, Asahi only laughs it off, reassuring you as he smiles down at you

ok now it is ON; you absolutely have to treat this sweet boy because he deserves it, ok?

you spend the night brainstorming ideas: maybe you’ll bake him a cake? take him on a date to his favorite spot? or maybe....that’s it!!

racing home after school the next day, you stop by ukai’s to pick up your supplies: bags filled with a variety of mixmatched ingredients, earning an eyebrow raise from the man behind the counter

you would spend the next few hours slaving away in the kitchen, making sure each piece was fitted perfectly into the little plastic box, finally scribbling on a little note that you taped to the top of the package, wrapping it carefully in a cloth

that night, you tossed and turned for an hour, anticipating the reaction from your boyfriend at your little suprise

the next day, you dragged Asahi behind the gym as the school bell rang; your plan has been knocked off schedule due to his cleaning duties during lunch, only adding to your nerves

You cleared your throat loudly; “I know you had said not to think about how I missed your birthday this year, but I did and I really just wanted to do something special for you but then you were gone at lunch and-“

the words got caught in your throat as your eyes stung and you bit down on your bottom lip, trying to keep the tears from falling; the last thing you wanted was to mess this all up now

Asahi’s face immediately crumbled as he saw your expression, his grin fading into a look of concern for you:

“No, no sweet don’t cry, what’s wrong? Did something happen? He questioned, rubbing your back comfortingly

Mustering up what was left of your courage you choked out, “ I-I had planned on giving you a lunch bento that I made last night, but it’s too late now, i-if you eat it now you’ll get a stomach ache during practice..” you trailed off

seeing your crestfallen expression he smiled softly and, brushing your wet cheeks, bent down, his face directly in front of yours

“Thank you for doing all of this for me angel, you know you didn’t have to?” He laughed sweetly, cupping your face in his hands

“How about we eat it together before practice starts? Hmm?” He took your hand in his, rubbing the back of your knuckes

you nodded, sniffling, and let him lead you into the empty gym, taking a seat on the bleachers

you watched as he unwrapped the bento, eyes crinkling as he saw the pikachu shaped container

opening the lid, his mouth hung open in shock at the sight; sticky rice with a face made from vegetables and seaweed, tonkatsu (pork) with homemade sauce dribbled over the top, a portion of strawberries cut into little hearts, and an egg with a ketchup face smiling back at him

glancing up at you, his eyes shone as a golden smile spread across his face, lighting up his complexion

“ Its perfect. I love it. I love you.”

With those last three words his face turned a deep shade of pink, his gaze shifting to the shiny floor

leaning over, you kissed him deeply, pulling him towards you as your hand threaded through his hair

“I love you too.”

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lilacslovers · 3 years

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Camping Date - (A Gordie x Lilac Fanfic)

“Gordie and Lilac share a lovely camping trip with each other as they have a mutual crushing relationship. Lilac also meets Gordie’s Pokémon team properly for the first time, and desperately hopes they’ll like her...”

I hope you guys enjoy this silly little fic I made for me and Gordie ;w;! (rbs are always appreciated!)

Subcategories/Tags for this fic include: Pre-Canon (basically before Gordie and I get together/married), Fluff, Mutual Pining, Humour/Romantic Comedy, Friends

fic under the cut ♡( ◡‿◡ )

Gordie suddenly stopped in his tracks as a message from his good friend kept him from pacing down his hallway for the twentieth time.

Raihan: ayyyy mate

Raihan: you ready for that camping date w lilac??

Gordie’s cheeks flushed at the word ‘date’.

Gordie: Raihan it’s not a date, she wouldn’t wanna go on a date with me.

Raihan: nah she totally would. have you seen the way she acts around you?

Raihan: I’m proud of ya son

Gordie: shut up

Raihan: also she sees the way you act around her, you know

Raihan: sooo its obv she has feelings for you mate.

Gordie turned his head away from his Rotom Phone, not looking at the text to make himself calm down; he definitely had feelings for her, but, could he really have his hopes up like that? That she liked him back?

Gordie: I’m just glad she accepted my offer to hang out with me tbh

Raihan: mhmm... ‘hang out’

Raihan: so you two could smooch in the stony wilderness eh

Gordie: stop making this romantic raihan

Raihan: why? because you can’t accept the truth? lol

Gordie: ugh

Gordie: just don’t make me nervous before this. it’s really big for me

Raihan: i got you bro! you’re gonna do great.

Raihan: she loves your pokemon (and you) I can tell.

Raihan was right at that. Ever since the Gym Challenge that made them Gym Leaders, Lilac always showed interest towards Gordie’s Pokémon team. It was probably the only interest towards his Pokémon then, but it continued on to their careers as Gym Leaders, and that’s what he loved.

Gordie: thanks, mate. i’m about to get into a flying taxi to head over now. see you :]

Raihan: my man’s gonna get a gf!!!!! good luck out there lad!

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Gordie had just finished setting up the campsite in the Stony Wilderness when he heard a Corviknight squawking and flapping its wings nearby. He knew it was Lilac’s taxi, and began to walk up to the seating area he set up for them, which was a tree trunk he found nearby that his Tyranitar carried over for him (such a strong guy, Tyranitar!).

And before he even knew it, Lilac poked her head around the corner of the two stones that were just behind the trunk bench, smiling.

“Gordie!” she greeted him. Gordie involuntarily gave her a beam, hugging her. It was a tight hug, but not too tight: like a big Beartic hug saved just for her. After all, he couldn’t really help but feel anxious in a peculiar homesick way whenever the two couldn’t see each other at work.

“Hey, Lils! How have you been?” he said, trying not to trip over his words already as he heard his heart beat against his chest. “You find your way here alright with the cabbie?”

“It was fine! The guy even mentioned he liked this place quite a bit. Said it was a great location for a d- uh, you know, just a nice campfire with your Pokémon!”

Gordie laughed in agreement, but wondered about the cabbie knowing about their date; if he knew, the news could spread out to the public and everyone could know, including his mum of all people...! (Not that she didn’t know they had ‘unrequited’ feelings for each other anyways.)

They both heard the low, neutral growls of Gordie’s Pokémon, looking behind them to see the whole team clamoured around them both in a circle.

“Oh, they’ve noticed you’re here now, eh?” he said, turning around to face his team. “Alright, you lot. Lilac’s here, okay? She’s gonna be camping with us, so all of you on your best behaviour around her!”

Lilac grinned to herself at that statement, comparing it to Gordie instructing a bunch of mischievous kids like he was a teacher. But, she always knew his team could be mischievous like little kids themselves, including Shuckle, who was quite fussy over PokéDolls. And, to be fair, her team was playful in their own ways as well.

Lilac sent out her Pokémon with each Poké Ball’s signature zap, releasing her team for a play outside with Gordie’s. Pikachu looked around at the Rock-type Pokémon, inquisitive as the rest of her team went out on the grassy field to play.

“I’m surprised Pikachu let me put her in her ball,” she stated. “but she loves to play with Coalossal, so I wouldn’t be surprised if it was for him!”

Gordie felt his cheeks heat up; maybe it was such a simple statement, but the fact even her Pokémon were in a good relationship with his seemed like pure happiness, like everyone was getting along... Even with all the Gym Battles they’d been paired up with, Pikachu and Coalossal seemed like Poké Buddies, through Gigantamax and thin.

Gordie cleared his throat to distract from his now very rosy cheeks. “How about you take a seat? I’m gonna make curry for all of us, I’m sure we have enough for two teams!”

“That sounds lovely! Thanks, Gordie.” she replied, sitting down on the trunk and propping her cane up against the side of it, consoling her shy Togedemaru as Gordie came over to his curry-making pot to set up his ingredients.

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In her eyes, Gordie always made the best curry for her. He once made her Moomoo Cheese-Covered Curry at work and fell in love with his cooking skill since; if she married him or moved in with him it would mean all the best meals for her and their Pokémon in the World...

When everyone had finished their curry, Gordie and Lilac sat on the trunk as their Pokémon played together. It was like watching their - quite large if taken both figuratively and literally - family run around in the park as a married couple.

Lilac quickly scratched those thoughts out of her mind; what was she thinking already acting like she was married to Gordie...? A breeze came across their faces and Lilac sighed, trying to distract from the ridiculous daydream she had. There was another question on her mind, ever since she arrived at the Stony Wilderness.

“Gordie?”

“Hm?” Gordie perked up from the sudden question from them being so silent as they relaxed.

“Do you think... Coalossal likes me? Like, doesn’t hate me or whatever?” she puffed out, cheeks in her hands.

“No, I don’t think so. I think none of my team dislike you in any way. How come you ask that, Lils?”

“He’s been staring at me for a while...”

Gordie turned around to see Coalossal gazing at Lilac from afar with somewhat confused and focused eyes. If he’d ever seen eyes like those, he just wanted to play with Lilac.

Gordie got up from his seat and started calling for Coalossal.

Coalossal let out a dim roar as he walked to Lilac, yet his footsteps were so powerful and loud against the soft grass. It shook Lilac to her very core, holding onto Gordie and then freezing in place when she tried to escape.

“Gordie! He’s mad at me-!”

“Don’t worry, it’s okay, he’s coming over with me here...!”

When Coalossal let the last booms of his footstep echo throughout the field, he was dangerously near Lilac when she spotted something in his hands...

A ball.

“Ah?” Lilac exclaimed. Coalossal gave her a happy expression, a cheerful rumble coming out of him as he leaned in to give her the ball with his large, yet hilariously stubby arms. Shuckle patted her ankle with one of his strange, limp arms, calming her with little ‘shuckle-shuckle’ sentences of his. It was a weird, but a very reassuring feeling.

“You scared her a little, Coalossal! Next time you wanna play, go up to her nicely this time, alright?” Gordie chortled with a wide smile on his face. Coalossal replied with a purl and Lilac threw the ball for Coalossal when she had finally unfroze. The same pounding footsteps continued as Coalossal chased after the ball, catching it to play with Barbaracle and Boltund, with Boltund yapping away.

Lilac laughed at herself for being so silly around Coalossal, and turned to Gordie. At this point, she became quite fixated on him; she noticed how reassuring and motivating he was, especially recently around one of his main and very intimidating Pokémon. She didn’t notice she was staring until he looked himself into her eyes. His cute eyes. Her cute eyes, he thought.

“Gordie?” she asked again, but with an explicitly more shy tone. “You know, I think I like you too.”

Gordie inhaled a sharp breath as a wave of relief swept over him from the amount of tension he had experienced, tense over whether or not she liked him.

“Really?”

“Yeah... Y-Yeah, I do. You’re...”

Their heads moved in close together, a move completely involuntary, but a move needed to break the feeling of unrequited feelings between each other.

“You’re...”

A loud cry from Pikachu startled both of them, when they peeked together at what made her do that, Shuckle was cradling her like one of his PokéDolls.

“No! No, Shuck- I’m so sorry, Li- Shuckle, that is not one of your PokéDolls! That’s Lils’ Pikachu! Drop her now!”

Lilac watched on as Shuckle cried out in retaliation, disappointed that they were interrupted so suddenly, but still amused at how much of a toddler Shuckle acted like. She leaned down, petting her Togedemaru, returning to near her legs.

“That’s Gordie’s team for you, isn’t it, sweet?”

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Lilac: gordie, i really enjoyed that camping time. shuckle’s so funny :3

Gordie: he is, isn’t he? haha, little troublemaker

Lilac: lol ^^

Lilac: gordie? do you

Lilac: do you want to go on another date sometime?

Gordie: of course i do. :)

Gordie: what time?

💜: hehe

💜: 7:30pm maybe? after all the gym work? :)

Gordie: deal ;D

#YEAAA #pokemon self shipping #pokemon self ship #self shipping #self ship #self ship fic #self ship fanfiction #self insert x fictional other #lilakuwa #those cute eyes #o man it has been forever since i wrote #hope you all like it n the art!!!#just two little ediots in love #pokemon self ships #pokemon self shipper #s/i x f/o

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writethehousedown · 4 years

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Here Comes the Sun 1/7 (Branjie) -- athena2

A/N: Hi, I was really excited to write this little fic! It’s literally all fluff because I’ve been self-isolating for weeks and I just wanted fluff. Thank you so much to Writ for beta-ing and supporting this whole idea. I hope you enjoy! Title from Here Comes the Sun by the Beatles.

Summary: Brooke and Vanessa are two kindergarten teachers crushing on each other when a shared umbrella might help love bloom.

Day 1: Storm

It’s the rainiest spring on record, and Brooke Lynn Hytes has had it.

There’s been all kinds of rain as March blurred into April: cold rain that plunked on her neck and drizzled down her back and left her teeth chattering all day; light sunshowers that distracted her kindergarteners and left them confused over the mix of sun and rain; a misting rain too light to justify an umbrella but enough to annoy her and ruin her hair. And today’s rain: a howling, window-rattling thunderstorm where rain hurled down from the sky and soaked you to the bone with or without an umbrella.

And Brooke just happened to be without hers, so busy stopping the cats from jumping across the living room like they were completing an obstacle course that she forgot to grab it.

Brooke flinches as thunder rumbles outside. She’s disliked thunderstorms since she was a kid. Sometimes they would knock out the power lines, and the darkness scared her even more. She’d hide under her covers with an army of stuffed animals to protect her from the storm she was sure would explode through the windows and pull her in.

But she’s a grown woman now, and she can’t very well hide in bed and call in sick over a thunderstorm.

With a deep breath, she emerges from the dry warmth of her car and runs for the back entrance of the school, holding her rain jacket closed as wind tugs at it, whipping her hair around and soaking her legs with chilly rain. The door feels farther with each step, each raindrop that pelts her face.

“Hey, Brooke!” a gruff voice calls, loud enough to be heard over the howling rain.

Oh no.

Of all the teachers who could see Brooke looking like a drowned rat, why did it have to be Vanessa? Vanessa, the most popular teacher in school, always happy and energetic and exciting—she once wore bunny ears and launched jelly beans into the teacher’s lounge before spring break—with a class of respectful and kind kids who showered her in holiday gifts each year, even after they graduated kindergarten. Vanessa, with her bright crafts lighting up the hallways and the kind smiles she gives Brooke every day at lunch and her rosy cheeks and warm brown eyes.

“Um, hi, Vanessa.” Brooke always feels special using Vanessa’s first name, like she has some secret power over everyone so used to calling her Ms. Mateo. She wonders if Vanessa likes when Brooke uses it, if it feels as special to her as it does when Vanessa calls her Brooke.

“I got an umbrella, if you wanna share,” Vanessa offers. “You’re soaked.”

“Oh, um, thank you.” Brooke’s not the best at asking for or accepting help, so used to her independence. But she’s already drenched, and Vanessa’s umbrella is just inches away, and Brooke nods.

“You’ll have to hold it, though,” Vanessa says with an adorable laugh that makes Brooke’s heart flutter. “I’m too short to make it cover both of us.” Vanessa is short, tiny enough for Brooke to scoop up and carry, something she’s thought about more than she cares to admit.

Brooke smiles, accepting the handle of the bright flowered umbrella and lifting it over them both, grateful for a respite from the rain pounding on her head.

They’re almost to the door when thunder booms through the sky, clapping in Brooke’s ears. She jumps at the noise, jostling the umbrella and bumping shoulders with Vanessa. “S-sorry,” Brooke grits out. “I’m just–”

“Not a fan of thunderstorms?” Vanessa guesses kindly.

“Not really,” Brooke admits. At least Vanessa can’t see her blushing in the rain, but Vanessa doesn’t seem to mind that Brooke is afraid of thunderstorms. It’s not surprising, really. Vanessa is always quick to discourage bullying of any kind, helping her class be empathetic to others. She’s too nice to ever think less of Brooke for that. They finally reach the door, plastered with posters for the school’s annual carnation sale next week, and she ushers Vanessa inside.

“Wanna warm up in my classroom? I got the best heat in the school,” Vanessa says.

The heat in Vanessa’s room is legendary. For whatever reason, her room has three heating vents instead of two, and teachers and students alike clambered inside to soak up some warmth during the frigid, finger-numbing winters. Aside from the heat, Vanessa always has crafts in all the colors of the rainbow hanging on her walls, plus a class guinea pig named Bertha who loved having people pet her.

Besides, Brooke has time before her class arrives, and her knees are shaking from the cold. A little warmth can’t hurt, not to mention some time with Vanessa. The idea alone makes her stomach flutter like a pack of butterflies let loose. Brooke just hopes she can think of something interesting to say, because even though she’s been working with Vanessa for two years and has wanted to say more, Brooke never had the nerve or the words for more than small talk.

Vanessa’s room is done up in an ‘April showers bring May flowers’ theme–Brooke hopes something good might at least come from all this rain–with dark blue raindrops covering half the wall and construction-paper flowers in bright reds, oranges, yellows, and pinks on the other half.

The heating vent in the corner is huge, and Brooke lets the warmth blast at her damp black skirt and cold legs while Vanessa dumps her bag at her desk.

Brooke can’t resist peeking at Vanessa’s desk. It’s much messier than Brooke’s, but it seems to be an organized chaos, markers and pens and papers strewn about almost intentionally. A tiny bi pride flag peeks out from Vanessa’s Pikachu mug, making Brooke wish for the courage to put a little lesbian flag on her own desk.

“How’s Bertha doing?” Brooke asks.

“She’s good. She’ll be having her babies any day now. I’ve been taking her home just in case she has them at night.”

“Oh, that’s right. I forgot she was pregnant.”

Vanessa nods. “I brought her to a shelter while I was away for winter break. She found herself a man that knocked her up and then went back to his family. Typical, if you ask me.”

Brooke snorts. Vanessa slides up next to her, red sweater brushing Brooke’s white button down. “You want to hold her?”

“You don’t mind?”

“Nah. I don’t have to worry about you holding her like I do with my kids. One of them tried to reenact The Lion King with her.” Vanessa leads her to the cage, where Bertha squeaks happily. Vanessa eases the ball of brown and white fluff into Brooke’s hands, their fingers brushing against each other, sending a jolt of heat through Brooke’s arm.

She pets Bertha’s head, Vanessa slipping in close to pet her back, so close Brooke can hardly breathe. She can see the gleam in Vanessa’s eyes and the precise edge of the eyeliner Vanessa expertly applied, can smell the coconut shampoo she uses permeating her hair, frizzy from rain water on the top.

The warning bell sounds, signaling that the teachers have 15 minutes before collecting their students from where they congregate in the gym.

“Guess I better get going,” Brooke says.

“Guess so.” It might be Brooke’s imagination, but Vanessa sounds equally sad to say goodbye to her.

Vanessa nestles Bertha back in her cage and Brooke starts to leave.

“Hey, Brooke?”

“Yeah?”

“Why don’t you take my umbrella.” Vanessa extends it to her. “It’s supposed to rain all day. You’ll need it later.”

“Are you sure?”

Vanessa nods. “No big deal. I got an extra, and I’ll see you tomorrow anyway.”

“Thank you, Vanessa. Really.” Brooke’s whole body is warm at Vanessa offering her the umbrella, and though she wants to protest, tell Vanessa to keep it, Brooke accepts. Because that way, she has a reason to talk to Vanessa tomorrow.

#rpdr fanfiction #branjie #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #athena2 #here comes the sun #lesbian au #fluff #concrit welcome #spring fling 2020 #day 1: storm #submission

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sharkfish · 4 years

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watching people

words: 730

there are a lot of interesting people on the bus, and you have names for the ones you see daily. cactus girl, pikachu, curls, vampire, dog man, trenchcoat, lawyer dude, rosie the seeing eye dog.

trenchcoat isn’t particular interesting. he’s always in the oversized trenchcoat with a similar business profesh outfit. one time you caught a flash of his ankle and he was wearing goofy bee-patterned socks, but that was the only time they weren’t solid in a dark neutral. he’s unassuming. he gets on before you, and he’s already frowning down at his tablet and never looks up until his stop.

it’s a thursday and in a group boarding — there’s dapper kid, dog man, and goth chick, with some random others you don’t know — is a breathtakingly gorgeous man in scuffed boots and a leather jacket. he looks like the kind of guy that would rather stand than potentially brush up against another man in a seat, but he sits down next to trenchcoat without hesitation. the morning sun glints off his face and you name him green eyes.

“hey,” green eyes says quietly to trenchcoat.

trenchcoat looks up with wide eyes. bus etiquette says you don’t acknowledge other riders. it’s pre-coffee or post-long day and no one wants to chat up strangers, but trenchcoat says, “good morning.” his voice is rougher than you would expect.

“this is my first time,” green eyes says, his voice lower and a smile that’s almost flirty quirking on his mouth. “could you help me out? i gotta get off at, um —” a glance down at his phone — “crestview station.”

“the bus will announce when we’re approaching.”

“cool.” green eyes can read body language at least, because he pulls out earbuds and starts nodding his head to the beat. trenchcoat doesn’t notice, but green eyes sneaks glances over at him more than once.

and, to your surprise, trenchcoat looks up to watch as green eyes hops off the bus at crestview.

green eyes is back the next day. there are a lot of open seats, so he sits with one between him and trenchcoat. trenchcoat looks up and gives him a tiny smile. green eyes smiles back but doesn’t say anything, just puts in his earbuds and drums his fingers on his thigh to the beat.

they both sneak glances at each other. trenchcoat, along with green eyes, have become the most interesting thing on your commute.

green eyes always sits near trenchcoat, and they always share small smiles. the first time trenchcoat offers a good morning and a real smile, green eyes ducks his head and blushes.

interesting indeed.

[continue on ao3]

#sharkwrites #ficlets #destiel #outside pov

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seecarrun · 4 years

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Anyone else ever notice how no one ever seems to date in the Pokémon anime world? Like any proposal goes from friends to engaged! Not that that’s a bad thing, but definitely something I’ve noticed.

Pokeshipping Week 2019- Day 7- Marriage/Proposal

Honestly, Ash should have known better.

But at the end of the day, it was the Cerulean sisters or Brock and Tracy, and he knew the lesser of two evils when he saw them.

Three pairs of eyes twinkled at him in delight, and for a split second, he contemplated just straight up running away and trying again in four or... forty years. Fortunately (or unfortunately), Pikachu was not about to let him squirm out of this one, and his partner could be quite persuasive when he wanted to be, so he was kinda stuck.

"So do you like, have a ring and everything?" Violet gushed.

He nodded shyly, pulling his cap even farther down in front of his face as the sisters squealed in excitement.

"Oh my goodness, you have to let us see it!" Daisy urged, her own diamond wedding band sparkling mockingly from her left hand.

Ash gulped, trying and failing miserably not to let the girls smell his fear as he pulled the little box out of his jacket pocket and opened it up for them to see.

"Oh, Ash," Violet breathed, "it's beautiful!"

"And it's, like, so her," Lily agreed.

Ash let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding at their praise. "You guys think she'll say yes?" he asked nervously, which was apparently not even kind of the correct thing to say, as they all snapped their heads up simultaneously to glare at him at the exact same time.

"Are you like, serious right now?" Daisy asked, her voice dripping with ire.

"Well, I mean-"

"No," she interrupted. "Just- no. Like, shut up."

Intelligently, he kept his mouth shut.

"Ash," she began, at this point holding the bridge of her nose in the same way Misty often did when dealing with Psyduck. Or, you know, him. "Our little sister, despite her claims, has been in love with you since she was, like, ten years old. I like, totally understand that you are nervous. You have like, every right to be. But I swear to Arceus, if you do not propose to my little sister soon, I will propose to her for you."

He chuckled nervously, Lily and Violet nodding sagely behind their sister. "Got it," he mumbled weakly.

Whelp. Blessing granted.

Which brought them here, days later, in muted lighting, a candle in between them as they waited for their overpriced dinner. They were...dating?, Ash supposed, or at least whatever the Ash and Misty equivalent of dating was, for the last few years. They never actually had any sort of talk or conversation about it, but both seemed to be under the same assumption that whatever it was they were doing, it was exclusive and special and only for them.

He loved Misty. Really, truly, loved her, and he always had in some way or the other, so when the decision to make this thing official, as Brock had oh-so-eloquently phrased it, made its way into his head, it seemed like the natural next step.

Of course I want to spend the rest of my life with her, he remembered thinking, as naturally as throwing a pokeball, why wouldn't I?

"You okay over there, Ash?"

He blinked, his eyes widening comically as Misty raised an amused eyebrow over her wine glass. "Huh?"

"You were spacing off," she explained. "A lot on your mind? I know thinking can be a difficult process for you, so just let me know if you need a minute."

"Oh, ha ha," he snorted, and took a sip of his wine as well, for lack of anything else to do. "Just hoping having to look at your face for an hour wont ruin my appetite is all."

She kicked him under the table for that one, but her put-upon expression leaked way to an amused, fond smile nonetheless. Ash grinned, some things never changed, teasing always was and was always going to be their favorite love language.

"But seriously, Ash," she continued, her face softening. "You've been kinda quiet all week, you doing okay? Is the league stuff getting to you? Because you haven't taken a day off in like, a decade. I think they would understand if you needed a break."

He shook his head. "Nah, it's fine. I mean, the gym leaders are being a pain in my ass, but what else is new there?" He grinned when she kicked him under the table once again. "But, well..." He gulped. This was it. Now or never. "I guess there is one thing that's kinda stressing me out..."

She blinked and put down her glass, her eyes wide and oh so green in the candlelight. "Oh yeah?"

His hand sweaty, he reached into his pocket and ran his fingers over the small, round box sitting heavily against his leg. "Yeah."

Never one to master the art of patience, she tilted her head to the side, just a bit annoyed. "And what would that be?" she asked.

Ash opened his mouth, the speech he had practiced with Pikachu a hundred times dancing along the tip of his tongue. You're my best friend, thank you for always supporting me, even when I was a little punk kid with a bad attitude, thank you for loving my pokemon like your own, even the bugs, thank you for putting up with my nonsense and knocking sense into me when I'm being an idiot, thank you for never giving up on me.

But instead what came out was a quick, nervous, stupid, "You're sisters promised me you'd say yes."

Misty's mouth fell open, her wide eyes flicking back and forth from the beautiful, glittering ring Ash (Ash!) held out to her, to Ash's own, as wide and surprised as they were brown and warm. "A-Ash, wha-?" she began, before Ash cursed and slapped his forehead.

"Oh my god, that wasn't even close to what I wanted to say," he moaned. "Pikachu is going to kill me."

But if Misty was aware of the inner turmoil Ash was facing, she didn't give any indication, her attention set squarely and solely on the present situation. "Ash," she hissed, and Ash noticed with some acute nervousness, that her hands were clenched into the tablecloth, her knuckles white. "If this is some sort of joke, Ash Ketchum, I swear, I will-"

"No joke!" he insisted quickly, cutting her off. "I, uh, actually had a whole spiel ready to go about how much you mean to me and how you're my best friend and stuff, but well," he laughed, running an anxious hand through his hair. "I'm a moron, as you know, so..." he paused, smiling genuinely. "What do ya say?" he wiggled the box a little. "Mist, will you marry me?"

"Of course I will, you stupid idiot!" She cried, shaking her head, as if not even believing herself that she would say yes, though Ash noted with a little pride that her eyes were just ever so glassy. A little shakily, he slid the ring onto her finger. A perfect fit.

And everyone told him he wasn't romantic.

"That wasn't even a little romantic," she laughed, her cheeks rosy.

Ash snorted, grinning. "And yet you still said yes, so who is the real idiot here?."

She stuck her tongue out, turning her attention to the glittering ring on her finger, causing Ash to brim with pride, excited for what the future held.

After all, all his best adventures started with Misty. What made this one any different?

#pokeshipping week 2019 #pokeshipping #ash and misty #car’s fanfiction #longish post

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Fic Prompts: Free Day Thursday

When the teacher asked what kind of Pokemon partner they all wanted when they were old enough, most of the preschoolers answered with things like an Eeveelution, or Charizard, or Pikachu. One kid wanted a Solagleo, which didn't seem very likely, considering they'd only just recently been proven to not be a myth. The consensus seemed about the same, though. The kids wanted Pokemon known for their strength, or for being cute, in some cases.

But then the teacher got to Elliot. In a serious little voice, Elliot informed them that he wanted a Magikarp.

"O-oh... " the teacher struggled to find a supportive answer. "Well I'm sure you'll be able to catch one with no trouble at all! You know, you might not even need a Pokeball."

"Yeah," a girl named Serena laughed, "B'cause Magikarp don't got any brains!"

Elliot was undeterred.

When the bus dropped him off at the long, tree-covered walkway that led to his house, his mother's Lilligant partner was already waiting at the mailbox for him. Despite his parents' reassurances that one day he would be taller than the plant Pokemon, Elliot still barely passed the Lilligant's shoulder. But it wasn't as if she was a very intimidating Pokemon, so Elliot didn't mind. She'd helped keep an eye on him for as long as he could remember.

"Hi Rosy," Elliot said, stopping to gently hug the Pokemon.

It seemed a little unusual that Rosy had come to wait for him without Regent, the Pyroar who accompanied Elliot's father. Before Elliot's baby sister had been born, the two Pokemon had had a terrible rivalry over who was the better babysitter. The addition of Lily to the family had only slightly settled things. Now there were two children for them to share, but Rosy wouldn't let Regent forget that Lily was named for the Lilligant species, and Regent was a show-off when it came to keeping the baby warm. And both of them still appeared to believe individually that they were Elliot's favorite Pokemon.

Leonardo and June Pine would have been a little more concerned about that if they hadn't done their research. Apparently trainers or gym leaders who started families together somewhat frequently reported that their Pokemon partners took a while to realize they weren't rivals anymore. Either that or they were keeping a score of their own.

This was clearly the case with Rosy and Regent. When Elliot got to the house, he could see an infuriated Pyroar glaring out of the little door the smaller Pokemon used to get in and out. The front door must have been locked, then, and Rosy had taken advantage of the fact to leave Regent behind. As soon as Elliot had crawled through the little door, Regent picked him up by the top of his backpack and stalked out of the hall, growling under his breath the whole way.

"Regent, nooo! Put me down!" Elliot protested, "I'm too big for this!"

The Pyroar took the stairs four at a time, and pushed open an unlatched door with his paw. The large studio room functioned as Leonardo Pine's makeshift laboratory and research center, and it was filled with books, two incubators, and an observation tank. Regent deposited Elliot in the doorway with an offended sniff, then marched out of the room.

"What was that about?" Leo asked, glancing up over his reading glasses. Then he blinked. "Oh! Hey bud, when did you get home? I didn't hear the door."

"I came in the Poke-door," Elliot answered, "Cause Rosy locked Regent in again."

Leo cringed. "I regret teaching her how to work the deadbolt," he muttered. He leaned back in his chair and smiled at his son. "Did you have fun at school?"

A little distracted by the incubators in the corner, Elliot nodded. "Miss Grace asked us what, um, what kinda Pokemon partner we wanted when we go to kindergarten."

"Yeah? And what did you say?"

Elliot tiptoed to look into the water-type incubator. "A Magikarp," he answered matter-of-factly.

His father blinked in surprise. Knowing that his research expedition was supposed to leave right about when Elliot would be starting kindergarten, he would have preferred a Pokemon a little more capable of protecting his son. But ultimately, the choice wasn't his to make.

Leo left his chair to stand next to Elliot and watch the egg in the tank. "Why do you want a Magikarp, bud?"

"B'cause," the preschooler stuck out his lower lip. "They are so nice and pretty and splashy. And they grow up so big if you love them, but my friends all laugh at them."

He didn't really know how to verbalize how watching Magikarp swim made him calm and happy, even when Daddy had to leave for his long science trips, or Lily wouldn't stop crying. Or how he wanted to make the poor fish Pokemon a little less lonely, somehow.

"Well bud," Leo began, crouching to Elliot's height, "If you want to train a Magikarp, it's not going to be easy. You have to have a lot of patience, and stick to it, no matter what. You think you can do that?"

Elliot closed one eye in thought, then nodded sharply. "Yep!"

It couldn't be that much harder than learning to tie his shoes, right?

"When a Magikarp is small, they need you to keep them safe," Leo said seriously, "So when I'm not home, I think your mom and I would feel better if you took another Pokemon with you to school, to keep an eye on you and the Magikarp you end up picking. When they grow up and evolve, they'll be big enough to protect you. But it's a little bit of a wait to get there."

"I can have a Magikarp partner?" Elliot squealed, hopping up and down.

His father shrugged with a lopsided grin. "Well, I don't see why not. We'll just have to run it by Mommy and see what she thinks, okay? She'll probably have the best idea of which Pokemon will be a good helper for you and a Magikarp."

When they got downstairs, June Pine was sitting at the table, reading the mail. Half of it was advertisements, and the rest were requests for her to come back and take part in some kind of gym leader reunion tour. June rarely took part in those.

"One minute you're retiring as a champion," she liked to say, "The next minute, Bam! Some kid with an illogically strong team wipes your Pokemon out ten seconds after the match starts! No thanks, Rosy and I will keep our record of wins unblemished."

"Anyone know why Regent is sulking in the pantry?" June asked when her husband and son entered the room.

"Apparently Rosy locked him in so she could pick up Elliot at the mailbox," Leo sighed.

June made a face. "I regret us teaching her how to operate a deadbolt," she muttered. "She uses her knowledge for nefarious purposes."

#got longer than expected #Free Day Thursday #Pokemon Thursday #original characters #because i have a soft spot for Magikarp #i have one named Do Your Best and i love it #also i found myself wondering how the pokemon teams would react if two rivals married #like would the pokemon make a truce?#or would it be like 'you humans do what you want. we still have a score to settle over here'?#fic prompts #writing prompts #pokemon #pyroar #lilligant #magikarp #June is a former gym leader #Leo is a professor trying to prove the existence of some legendary pokemon #he's probably going to disappear on one of his expeditions and Elliot will have to go searching for him or something #seems like something that would happen in Pokemon

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