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fourphoenixfeathers · 2 years

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How does Giratina get to taste ice cream for the first time in all of your au's

I think it is very important that the giant worm on a string gets to taste ice cream.

I don't know about all of my aus because Giratina only plays a major role in one of them...

But here's prophet and heretic au Giratina trying ice cream, with a bonus sketch of ceiling gremlin time.

This is kind of a continuation of my last heretic!Emmet oneshot here. Giratina is teaching Emmet how to make a rift so he can go to Sinnoh. No trigger warnings this time, just wholesome fluff! :>

(sorry if Emmet is ooc, i didn't drink my character juice)

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"I am Emmet," he huffed as he collapsed on his back. The swirling purple tear in space sealed itself shut the moment Emmet removed his hand, and he couldn't help his frustrated groan. "Was that one at least close?"

"Yes. It would have taken you to your intended destination if it were stable enough to last." Giratina's voice echoed in Emmet's head. Giratina had gotten a lot better at his volume control, and Emmet's head no longer protested in pain every time he talked. It was a small mercy, though. Emmet only traded the headache for the pins and needles in his fingers as Giratina taught him how to rip a hole through the universe.

Emmet wished that Giratina could just do it himself, but the denizen of the distortion world was terrified of breaking Emmet's body with his otherworldly power. Thus, Emmet had to slowly build up a tolerance as he learned it himself.

"Remind me again why I did not just take a plane," Emmet mumbled through breathless pants.

"A plane ticket will get you to your destination once. This skill is reusable. Besides, if Arceus will not return your brother to you, you will need this to make your own tracks."

Swords, he was right. As difficult as it was, Emmet would have to learn this sooner or later. That didn't make it any less frustrating, though.

"Let us take a break. That is enough for now." He pushed himself up on his elbows and looked around. "Giratina... Why am I on the ceiling?"

"You didn't notice?"

"Nope."

"Uh... I think it was the seventh attempt."

"Oh, I remember that one, yup. That was when everything started floating." The rifts tended to mess with the space around Emmet if he wasn't careful. There were a couple of broken mugs that could attest to that. "But why have I not fallen down yet?"

Emmet stood up and walked around. He was getting footprints on his ceiling, but this was too cool for him to care. He wished he had noticed it sooner so he could have enjoyed it more.

"In the distortion world, the laws of physics aren't as concrete. Some tracks run perpendicular to others, and some are completely upside down. I think it is rubbing off on you."

"Verrry interesting." Emmet hummed as he made his way over to the kitchen. He felt like having something sweet. He pulled open the freezer and pulled out the last pint of ice cream.

He wondered at the feeling of the tub suddenly gaining weight in his hand. It was like it flipped to match him when he touched it. That explained why his hat wasn't somewhere on the floor in the living room, at least. Now for a spoon...

He couldn't reach the silverware drawer.

Emmet sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before calling for Eelektross. All of his pokemon had fled to the farthest corner of the apartment while he was practicing rifts, but his trusty ace came when called.

"Hello Eelektross. I cannot reach the spoons. Can you please pass me one?" Emmet called down. He knew he could have figured out how to walk down the wall, but he was having fun. Also, the look on Eelektross' face was priceless.

Spoon acquired, Emmet opened up the pint and took a spoonful. It was vanilla. Ingo's favorite. For once, the reminder of his brother wasn't painful. Emmet was on a mission, and if all went well, Ingo would be coming home soon.

Emmet hummed as he ate his spoonful. It wasn't as good as dark chocolate or coffee flavor, but after hours of hard work, it hit the spot.

"What is this?" Giratina asked.

"Ice cream." Had Giratina never seen ice cream before? Probably not, if he had been trapped in the distortion world for centuries like he said. That was no good. "This is the first time I have eaten something since you became coupled to me, is it not? Can you taste this?"

"Unfortunately, no. While I am connected directly to your mind, I am not as connected to your body. It is like listening to a train that is several stations away."

"That is verrry sad. Here. How about you conduct. And you can have the ice cream." Emmet sat down and tried to mentally nudge Giratina forward.

He figured simply imagining himself stepping back wouldn't work, as visualization did nothing for the rifts he was trying to open. Instead, he tried to imagine how he felt when he took his hands off of the controls of a subway car and let the on-board computer take over. The knowledge that the train wouldn't crash without him commanding it.

Whether it was Emmet himself who triggered it or Giratina got the message, Emmet felt a bit of his awareness slip away. It wasn't as bad as he had feared. He was still conscious and aware, but everything was just a bit fuzzy. It felt like the transition from waking to sleeping, where everything was muted and cozy.

"I am Giratina." Words spilled from Emmet's mouth in a register far lower than what Emmet was comfortable making. "Thank you."

"No problem. Just enjoy your Ice cream, yup!"

Giratina wasn't exaggerating when he said he couldn't taste anything. Emmet only felt a whisper of cold and the barest hint of sweetness on his tongue as Giratina took his first bite. Emmet was sad they couldn't both enjoy it, but it was worth it for Giratina's reaction.

Giratina was speechless. Emmet knew the feeling, like words couldn't quite capture the intensity of your emotions. Instead, Giratina went back to expressing himself in pure thought, but with Emmet in the passenger seat, it didn't hurt like the first time they spoke. Emmet felt overcome by jittery joy, and he tried to flap the hand that wasn't holding the spoon.

Confusion rippled over their bond, and Emmet stopped. "Sorry. I did not mean to interrupt."

"It is fine. Did you want me to do something? Or did you want to conduct again?" Giratina questioned flatly, but Emmet could feel a hint of disappointment leaking from the other. Time to put a stop to that.

"I want you to try something. I like to do it when I feel happy. Maybe you will like it too." Emmet tried to move his right hand again, and Giratina felt the urge to move. He obliged, and he flapped his hand a few times at his side. Emmet could feel their grin grow wider as Giratina let out a giggle.

"You were right! This is nice."

Giratina finished off the rest of the pint with gusto, taking occasional breaks to bleed off excess energy into his hands. It was a little silly, but it was the fun kind of silly that made you want to laugh until your sides hurt. While Emmet couldn't taste much, he could feel Giratina's happiness as if it were his own, and that was enough for him. Emmet wondered what else he could get Giratina to try after they returned Ingo to his proper station.

Afterwards, they sat in companionable silence for a bit. Giratina soaked in everything his new senses could take while Emmet drifted.

The silence was broken by a knock on the door.

"Emmet? Are you home?" The voice on the other side was frantic with worry. Oh no. Emmet hadn't checked his Xtransceiver all day, had he?

"Emmet. What do I do!" Giratina hissed. In any other situation, it would be hilarious to hear the legendary pokemon so scared, but Emmet knew that he wasn't one to talk. Elesa was going to be furious with him. As it was, Giratina was probably feeling Emmet's panic on top of his own.

"That is my friend Elesa. Tell her she can come in. She has a key." Emmet tried to calm both of them down. Judging by Giratina's hesitance, it didn't work all that well, but Giratina complied anyway.

"Come in!" He yelped. His voice was almost high enough to pass for Emmet's. There was a long sigh and the clink of keys from the other side of the door.

"Dragons, Emmet, answer your Xtrans!" Elesa opened the door and stopped cold as she locked eyes with Giratina. "Emmet? Why the hell are you on the ceiling!?"

Oops. They forgot about that. Giratina wrung his hands and scrambled for an answer, but the vocal tic he picked up from Emmet popped out first.

"I am Giratina! I mean. I am Emmet?" Giratina spluttered. He didn't even resist as Emmet brought his hand up and facepalmed.

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Anxiety snek go brrrrr~

I hope you liked it! Please let me know if there are any spelling errors or anything, I have no beta reader.

#fic #submas #emmet #giratina #elesa #prophet and heretic au #breaking: local danger noodle learns to stim while eating ice cream #i wonder what fun fantasy stims i can give these two #so far we have walking on the walls #rae art #rae writes

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