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otaku-girl-ao3 · 3 months

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Otaku_Girl's Fanfic Masterlist

Here is a quick overview of my complete Wonka (2023) fanfic back catalogue (and a few other Mathew Baynton related fandoms). I thought it'd be simpler to have everything in one place to find them more quickly 😊 The easiest way to follow my work and get the latest updates on all of my fics is via Archive Of Our Own - subscribing via my main Otaku_girl or my Wonka specific pseud AHatfulOfDreams.

Personal favourite

➼ Willy Wonka x Felix Fickelgruber

Sugar Daddy? Call Me (Sir)

Used to being in control during his working life, Willy wants (needs) someone to take control of his life outside of the inventing room. But trying to juggle his wants and desires without risking his dream may prove to be more tricky than he had anticipated.

Felix likes to be in control. A man of power, he’s not used to hearing no. Everybody has a price. Everyone. There’s no way some upstart chocolate maker would dare do anything but roll over for Fickelgruber, is there?

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53223310

long fic (150k+) ~ sugar daddy ~ bdsm ~ smut

➼ Dark!Wonka x Felix Fickelgruber

His (Darkness)

“Arthur. You cannot be serious.”

“As you can see, he is mainly housebroken. But he still needs to be put in his place on a regular basis. He needs to be taught a firm lesson, as it were. You can take Felix if you want him. Consider him my little welcoming gift to you. He’s not as pretty or as young as he once was, but at least he’ll keep thin for you. And he’s very obedient when remembers to mind his manners.”

“No, Arthur, please.”

“Do you think that you can handle him, Wonka? He is clearly in need of some remedial lessons.”

“I think I shouldn’t have a problem, Arthur. I thank you for the gift. I shall make sure to use it thoroughly before your return. Perhaps he could do with a reminder of precisely who he deserves to be owned by. Property doesn’t get to choose its master.”

Dark!Wonka. Post-canon. Please read the tags as they are updated. We're in for another long one, folks.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54770731

Dove ~ dark ~ eventual happy ending ~ smut

x Reader fics

➼ Willy Wonka x Reader

(Pure) Imagination

You wouldn't go as far as to say you love your job, but you do love the freedom it gives you. One frozen night, you encounter a customer unlike any other, who seems determined to show you a world beyond your imagination. Wonka hires your services for the night. You end up with more than you bargained for. Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52955674

light-hearted ~ sex work ~ smut

Bitter Choices & Unsweetened Dreams

“I thought she was your sister?” “What’s it to you?” “It’s a great deal to me.” Mister Top Hat says, voice even and calm. “Family is family. But property…” His eyes flick down the length of you once more, as though weighing up his words, before saying, “Well, property can change hands.”

When trying to escape capture, you ask for Mister Wonka's help. Sometimes, it's best to be careful what you wish for.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53109055

Dark!Wonka ~ angst with a happy ending ~ nonsexual

The Most Fearsome Foe Known to Man

Willy accidentally angers the most fearsome of potential foes known to mankind: a librarian. Despite Noodle’s warnings, he doesn’t understand the importance of returning library books both in the state in which they were borrowed and, most importantly, on time.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53069821

light-hearted ~ crack treated seriously ~ nonsexual

➼ Felix Fickelgruber x Reader

Make Me (Break Me)

“I can assure you that it is all there.” He sounds insulted that you would even consider checking that the amount in full is there before things get started. “Just like the first envelope this evening had the exact amount agreed upon.”

You send him a small placating smile. “It is nothing personal, Mister Fickelgruber. It is just business. Now. Strip."

Felix Fickelgruber has a very specific fantasy in mind — one that is perhaps best left in the hands of a professional.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54227971

pro-domme reader ~ SSCK ~ smut

➼Multiple pairings

Forget Me (K)Not

“Please? Please. I need…”

“The boy is clearly a beta, Felix. Use your nose. No self-respecting omega would go around smelling like that. And have you not seen his clothes? The callouses on his hands? I know you have a weakness for pretty little things, Felix, but wake up. This is no more than another pathetic attempt by a money-grubbing, greedy child to get a leg up. So no. Absolutely not. I will not even entertain the thought.”

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54321145

A/B/O ~ first heat ~ omegaverse ~ smut

For a moment like this

“Arthur.”

There’s no space for words between them. The name falling from his lips — an admonishment, a prayer, a breathy, needy plea — is more than enough.

Thick fingers — strong enough to break him, if Arthur so wishes — tug at delicate tweed. The unmistakable sound of fabric tearing, of buttons skittering across wooden floorboards, of bare flesh meeting bare flesh intertwines with their harsh breaths.

Gerald, Arthur and Felix share moments together. [Now] a collection of poly chocolate cartel vignettes.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56211682

Polyamory ~ vignettes ~ ficlet collection ~ poly chocolate cartel

Until it happens to you (you won't know)

Willy! I thought you had everything sorted with the Chief? What happened with your little chat?”

“I… everything is fine, Noodle. It’s fine. Don’t you worry about a thing.”

“There you are, candyman. I knew I’d find you around here somewhere. You know, the funniest thing happened. I came lookin’ for ya, and I couldn’t find you anywhere. Even that nice Mister Bleacher couldn’t find you. It’s almost as if you were hiding from me. Me! You wouldn't be stupid enough to hide from the police, would you, Wonka?”

The Chief of Police decides to reinforce his little message with more than just a bonk on the head.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56123263

Dark fic ~ threesome ~ waterboarding ~ Felix x Willy x Chief

The Most (Un)Romantic Day of the Year

Arthur did not consider himself to be a romantic man. Yet even he felt it was not too unresonable to expect to spend their anniversary together.

The poly chocolate cartel engagement fic that one person kind-of asked for. Pure fluff.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54916120

Romance ~ established relationship ~ marriage proposal

Dark Deeds and Bitter Choices

What if Mrs Scrubbit decided that they could make more money using Willy's talents elsewhere, outside of the washhouse?

The Arthur/Felix/Willy fic that nobody asked for.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53986543

Dark!Arthur ~ dove ~ non-ssck ~ smut

➼ Willy Wonka x Arthur Slugworth

(A World Of) My Own

Wonka’s store stood, a hollowed-out husk, the remains burned to cinders. When the cartel came, what if Arthur felt a twinge of something he hadn’t felt in years? The pre-slash/ get-together fic that precisely one person asked for.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54184039

Guilt ~ fix-it ~ accidental dating

➼ Willy Wonka x The Chief of Police

Three strikes

Willy thought back to their last meeting, to the freezing cold water, to the sharp whack to the back of his head. It was not a situation he hoped to repeat anytime soon."Officer, I—”

"That's the problem with all of you young upstarts. You never do think.”

While waiting to meet Felix for their date, Willy manages to draw the ire of the Chief of Police.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54115921

misunderstandings ~ dove ~ hurt no comfort

➼ Felix Fickelgruber x Arthur Slugworth

Strength (In Silence)

Arthur is a man who knows his strength all too well. He thought that he was concealing his fears from Felix; yet the other man would never cease to amaze him in the most unexpected of ways.

A soft colleagues-to-lovers bdsm fic with gentle!Dom Felix and Submissive!Arthur, where Arthur is afraid of his own strength (and Felix is determined that isn’t a good enough reason for them not to fuck like bunnies).

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54916276

Kink negotiation ~ submissive Arthur ~ gentle dominant Felix

Empty

There’s no colour in the sky when Felix wakes up. There’s no warmth in his chest, or excitement in his gut. There is nothing but the unwavering certainty: he is not enough.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54447592

depression ~ anxiety ~ hurt no comfort

For a Moment

“I have a spare room. It’s nothin fancy, but it beats any of the shelters I’m meant to recommend in these cases.”

“These cases?”

The chief looked down, before steeling himself and meeting Felix’s gaze once more. “I think we both know what I mean, Mister Fickelgruber, Sir.”

“I do not think that we do. You shall have to spell it out for me.”

It takes an average of seven attempts for a person to leave a domestic violent situation for good.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54618847

domestic abuse ~ hurt no comfort ~ hopeful ending

Pet

“It really is quite simple, Arthur. I have certain…predilections when it comes to my partners. I enjoy a certain, shall we say, power dynamic within the bedroom.”

“You wish to be held down and told what to do? I can do that."

“You misunderstand, darling. I prefer to be the one doing the ‘holding down’ and ‘telling what to do’, as it were."

Arthur Slugworth was not a man who took orders. And yet, for Felix...he could learn to be.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54652468

submissive Arthur ~ dominant Felix ~ BDSM

Things (Best) Left Unsaid

“You’re married, aren’t you?” “Er, yes? Yes I am Mister Fickelgruber.” “Do you ever regret it?”

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54726334

reflection ~ marriage ~ doubt

➼ Felix Fickelgruber x The Chief of Police

Just Give Me A Reason (Just A Little Bit's Enough)

“What brings you to my doorstep this evening, Chief? I do hope that I shall have the opportunity to counter whatever offer Arthur has made you before you proceed.”

The Chief looked at him blankly. He could see the tenseness around Felix’s mouth, the tightness around his eyes. Was that his hands shaking, just visible above his desk? Surely not. Felix didn’t get nervous. Not like that. Unless…His stomach dropped. “Before I—Jesus Christ Felix, I’m not here because Arthur sent me.”

When Felix misses a cartel meeting, The Chief of Police can't help but worry. Shameless smut ensues. Can be read as a stand-alone or a follow-on from Things (Best) Left Unsaid.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55171597

submissive Chief ~ dominant Felix ~ smut

His Jewel

Francis hates the feeling of not being plugged. It had been one of Felix’s first requirements, when they first began their little arrangement. He had thought the other man was joking at first. Until he had seen the look of disappointment in Felix’s eyes when he had slipped a hand beneath his uniform trousers to check, and found his hole clenched tightly shut, not a single sign of use since the last time Felix had deemed him worthy of his time and attention.

Felix gets The Chief a special little something to help him think about him whenever they aren't together.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54257518

butt plugs ~ bdsm ~ smut

➼ Felix Fickelgruber x Gerald Prodnose

Falling In Love (With My Best Friend)

“What happened this time, Felix?”

“I made an utter fool of myself. Again. I thought…” he trailed off. Settling the delicate china down, he allowed his hands to rest in his lap. He turned them over slowly, eyes running over the delicate bones shifting just beneath the surface, the faint calluses that could truly only be felt rather than seen unless you knew to look for them. Nobody ever looked at Felix and thought to look for them.

“Felix?”

“He called me a slut.”

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55776700

friends to lovers ~ smut ~ praise kink

x Crossover fics

➼ Wonka (2023) x You, Me and the Apocalypse

Darling boy

Felix Fickelgruber x Ariel Conroy

"You took something that belongs to me, Mister Conroy. And I shall have you repay that debt. One way or another."

Ariel thought that he was just hacking funds from another wealthy nobody. Too bad that Felix doesn’t take kindly to having his money stolen. Luckily for Ariel, there are other methods of repayment that he is willing to accept.

The Wonka x You, Me and The Apocalypse (crossover) that nobody asked for and like maybe two people will ever read 😂 (Please note: This is primarily set in the Wonka-verse, so you can read Ariel as an OC if you are unfamiliar with YMATA).

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54566395

Kidnapping ~ dove ~ happy ending ~ smut ~ bdsm ~ crossover

You can find me on the Wonka Discord, AO3, or Tumblr

❤️❤️❤️

I do my best to respond to every comment on AO3. Regular updates on WIPs guaranteed 💯

Other Fandoms

Ghosts (2019)

Take a chance on me

Pat Butcher x Reader

“Now c'mon then love, let’s see you. Only if you’re sure. I could fetch one of the others if you’d like? Julian’s got a ton of experience if even half of his stories are to be believed. And Thomas…well, if you like that sort of thing. I suppose he’s a good enough looking chap if you can get past his poetry. And all the love confessions about other women. And the moping. And the…general Thomas-ness.”

“I think I’d rather just keep this between the two of us if that’s ok with you, Pat? At least for now? Anything else sounds a little bit advanced for…”

“For your first time as a ghost?” Pat finishes your sentence for you, sending you a reassuring smile, “We’ve all been there."

“Haha. Yes. It will be my first time as a ghost. And also…maybe… my first time…”

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55039954

Gentle dom ~ reader insert ~ pure smut ~ virgin reader

Can't take it back (once it's been set in motion)

Thomas Thorne x Reader; Pat Butcher x Reader; Thomas Thorne x Julian Fawcett

“Patrick tells me that you are inexperienced in the ways of the flesh.”

“Pat said what?”

“Patrick was telling me all about your little…conversation," Thomas said delicately, a small, sly smile curling at the corners of his lips. "And I was wondering if perhaps I might be of some assistance?”

Thomas offers to help you lose your virginity. It would be a far more appealing prospect, if you weren't half convinced you were developing feelings for Pat.

This can be read as a stand-alone, or a sequel to my Pat/Reader fic ‘Take a chance on me’. Shameless smut which developed a little bit of plot.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55376755

Misunderstandings ~ cunnilingus ~ smut ~ virgin reader

Bullet Train (2022)

A Certain satisfaction (in a Little Bit of Pain)

Tangerine x Lemon

Lemon pressed his knee lower against the swell of Tangerine’s arse, waiting patiently for his struggles to die down once more.

“Is this actually helping, Tan? Because I can keep this up all night. So why don’t you stop being a little bitch, and run through your safewords for me like a good fuckin' boy so we can get started.”

After a job goes bad, Lemon knows what Tangerine needs. If only he can get Tangerine out of his own head long enough to give it to him.

Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55881517

bdsm ~ everyone lives nobody dies ~ smut ~ my first try at the fruits

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gamerbearmira · 2 years

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About Housebroken au, can you do a fanfic about it? What do you think your housebroken au plot should be?

I will, eventually! I’m actually working on the prologue, and then usually after that I do the first 2 chapters. Maybe, if you guys want, I can post the prologue here when I’m done? But only if you guys are interested! I didn’t think people were still interested in that AU, but I’m still drawing and writing for it behind the scenes!

#encanto #encanto au #au #my asks are open #my asks #housebroken au #housebroken

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aspidities · 2 years

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It’s good to be back. 👋

So I did the whole ‘where I’ve been and how I’m doing’ post on Patreon a week or so back, and now it’s finally time for the Tumblr Version, in bullet points for your benefit!

1. Where have I been:

Well, like, still here. But just….I don’t know, not motivated. I moved in October (big yay!) and we got ourselves the puppy, both of which are great and also big life things. Do you know what no one tells you about raising a puppy? It’s like raising a baby. But WORSE. Babies can’t bite you or your furniture or destroy an entire $20 toy the second your back is turned—at least so I’m told.

And yes, I knew this going in and I still had much to learn, lol. Non stop sleep deprivation from nightly poop runs and lack of energy due to constant puppy supervision is a real drag on the old’ creative engine.

Is it worth it though?

Yes. Oh yes.

So 2. How is the puppy?

Great! Cloud took a long time to learn to sleep through the night but honestly he was otherwise an angel to deal with. Never had many accidents indoors, loves every dog and person he meets and is my girlfriend’s dog’s best friend. He’s now fully housebroken, sleeps through the night, knows about ten tricks, and mostly leaves the cats alone. He’s 6mos and a massive hunk at 54lbs and is the absolute best boy ever. Just the dumbest, sweetest, most obedient kid on the block. I love him and he’s my son, and I am his Dad.

So yeah, he’s doing great. You can even follow his Instagram @forecast_of_cloud where I am a huge Best in Show Dog Dad and post nearly every day.

3. Why haven’t I been posting here?

Well, aside from the puppy madness as described above, I have been going through several different creative and emotional journeys, and, as usual, have been totally unable to articulate any of them. Despite writing words being…y’know, the thing that I do.

First, Supergirl ended and that was kind of a wake up call in a way. I didn’t know what else to write once it had finished. I had existing ideas and I wanted to finish them but then….what next?

I’ve been writing fanfic for almost five years now, after a long hiatus from my teenage years, and it’s been wonderfully cathartic but ultimately I saw it originally as a means to an end: to get myself writing more original work. But that’s scary. Honestly, it is. Fanfic is so safe—you can rely on that framework of someone else’s plot, even a barely sketched out one, to hang your own design on. Writing your own work? Hard. Much harder. And no one cares as much as they do about your fanfic—with good reason! It’s harder to break into something you don’t know about.

But lately I have this feeling like I need to try. I’m not done writing fanfic (I still have to give Arcane and Yellowjackets a shot!), and i’m not done writing Supergirl—I just think my priorities have shifted in a big way. And it took me a long time to come to terms with that.

In addition, I found myself feeling more comfortable on the masc side of the non binary world than I ever expected, and the growth and change from that has been huge.

Luckily I have a lot of support and love in my life to help me along that way. ;)

Which brings me to 4. How are things in my relationship?

Awesome. 🥰

J is a wonderful partner and she’s been the main cheerleader for my original work. She is fierce wit, morbid humor, a devilishly good dress sense and a warm little weight on my chest all wrapped in a lacy package that smells of lavender and Yves St Laurent Black Opium. She cares so much about my well-being, both as a person and an artist, and she’s also supporting me in my masc journey by gleefully dressing me up every chance she gets. In return I make her breakfast almost every morning and rub her back every night. We make a beautiful pair of symbiotic creatures. I am a shrimp and she is my goby and we danced to Frank Sinatra while putting up our little Jewish Christmas tree and squeezed each other’s hands while singing along to Hedwig and the Angry Inch on our theatre Valentines date. It’s love, baby. What more is there to say?

So that’s the news from Asptown, where the women are beautiful and the men aren’t cis! I hope you all haven’t missed me too much. I’ll be posting more regularly and i’m STILL going through my messages so just hang in there with me if I haven’t got to you yet. It’s a good thing to be so well regarded, even if it can be overwhelming. I appreciate the heck out of you all. ❤️

#personal #about me #me and my gal #puppy update #cloud the puppy #where I’ve been

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eeveedel · 3 years

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Did you ever read katniss/Peet’s fanfics? If you did do you have any recs?

oh anon..DID I READ KATNISS PEETA FANFICTION?? that was MY life THREE YEARS

I unfortunately don’t have my old fic rec masterpost but I did a little digging and here are some 10/10 classics:

No Surprises (high school AU, this fic started my love for chubby fic!)

Hero of the Story (canon divergent au, HOT smut, tw for cheating)

When the Moon fell in Love with the sun (considered a HIGH classic of the fandom)

All the President’s Men (AU where Peeta is the president of Panem, kid fic)

Housebroken (Dark AU. Like. very dark)

Daughter of Samland, Son of Denmark (Viking AU)

In Name Only (Great Depression, arranged marriage AU)

The List (canon, post-war AU)

Portrait of a Victor (post-games AU)

Waterlily (foreign exchange student modern AU)

We have not yet touched the stars (Dark AU)

#this is the tip of the iceberg lmao #Anonymous #ask

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bendywackyadventures · 7 years

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Hell’s Studio: Puppy!

My first fanfic for @doodledrawsthings Hell’s Studio AU.

I got this idea when I was pet sitting, so why not!

Enjoy!

Bendy, wearing one of his disguises was on his way back to the studio. Henry made him run a quick errand to pick up extra pencils for the episodes. Just as he was making his way towards the studio, Bendy heard a bark coming from an ally way.

Bendy walked into the ally way and saw a small yorkie puppy looking at him. “Aww hi there little guy.” Bendy said. He put his hand out and puppy snuggled onto his glove Bendy giggled, and went walking back to the studio.

The puppy whimpered and followed Bendy back to the studio. Bendy was already at the door till he heard the bark again. He turned around and saw the puppy sitting down wagging its little tail.

“Did you follow me here?” Bendy asked. The puppy barked loudly. Bendy giggled, and the puppy jumped into his arms, almost making him fall back. “I’m sorry, but Joey won’t allow me to have a pet.”

The puppy’s ear’s drooped and whimpered; Bendy’s eyes widen over the cuteness, and gave into it. “Alright, I’ll let you stay with us.” The puppy barked happily, making Bendy giggle and the two went inside.

Bendy and the puppy slowly tip toed in the studio, he wants to surprise Henry with his new pet, and wants to find him before anyone else, including Sammy. Sure enough, Bendy found Henry talking to Sammy. “Okay.” Bendy whispered. “I’m going to talk to Henry, you stay here, and be a good little puppy, okay?” The puppy barked in joy, and Bendy went inside, Sammy’s office “Henry! I’m back!” Bendy called out.

Henry smiled and went to Bendy. “Hey, I’ve been waiting for you, what took so long?” He asked.

Bendy looked to the side and back at Henry. “Well, I got the pens, but I ran into someone on my way here, and he followed me.” Bendy explained.

Henry sighed. “Bendy. Please its not another fan.” He said.

The ink demon shook his head. “Nope.” Bendy then turned a corner and called out to the puppy. “Come her puppy!” He called out.

With a yelp, the puppy came into the studio and the shocked expression of Sammy appeared. “Bendy is that a dog?” He yelled.

Henry smiled and kneeled down to the puppy. “Hi there.” Henry said, having his hand out the puppy sniffed it and licked his hand. “Yep, its friendly.”

Sammy glared at Henry and Bendy not understanding the situation here. “Look, dogs aren’t allowed in the studio, so Bendy go take the thing outside where you found it!” Sammy yelled.

The puppy ran over to Sammy and nuzzled onto his leg. Bendy chuckled and went to the music director. “I tried, but he followed me, besides look at the cute little face.” Sammy faced the puppy, whose leg went up showing a sign it needed to go, making Sammy not too pleased. Bendy smiled nervously giving a chuckle. “Okay, housebroken, but still adorable!”

Sammy glared at Bendy, and the later moved out of the way to escape the anger. Henry went over to the puppy and carried him. He chuckled at the little puppy, which responded by giving him kisses. “Aww, Sammy he’s not that bad.” Henry said. Henry put the puppy close to Sammy’s face as it replied with a kiss.

Sammy moved out of the way, and glared. “Henry, this is a problem, Joey is going to find out! And we are going to be in trouble! Plus I don’t like pets!” Sammy yelled.

Henry and the pup looked at each other, but Henry smiled. “Don’t worry little guy, he’s always this snappy.”

“I am not!” Sammy shouted back. Henry smiled and put the puppy down, and it ran to Sammy. The music director quickly closed the door to be safe, but the puppy barked at the door demanding to be let it.

Henry chuckled and picked the puppy up again. “Come on Sammy, you can’t hide from the puppy forever.” He called out. Sammy stayed silent for a while, and Henry shrugged as he took the puppy to his office.

When Henry got back to the office, he made the puppy a resting place using some stuff he found downstairs to make it comfortable. They also decided to name the puppy Cookie, because of how he looked like a cookie.

Throughout the day, Boris and Alice got to meet Cookie and played with him while Henry did his work. Bendy also tried to teach Cookie some tricks, some which were a nuisance to Sammy, since one trick caused Sammy to loose half the music sheets with one of them being eaten. Bendy also took Cookie outside so he can learn how to be potty trained, and won’t make a mess in the studio.

It wasn’t till the evening, when Bendy and Boris barged in with Cookie. “Sammy! Emergency!” Bendy yelled.

Sammy jumped from his seat grabbing the papers. “What!” He yelled.

“Its Joey!” Boris yelled.

“He just came back!” Bendy yelled continuing what Boris said.

“So?” Sammy asked.

“We need you to hide Cookie.” Bendy said. Cookie jumped from Bendy’s arm and ran up to Sammy jumping on his lap, sleeping on it.

Sammy glared, and looked at the toons. “Sorry Sammy, you have to keep an eye on him.” Boris said. The toons closed the door to talk to Joey and distract him.

Sammy sighed and looked at Cookie. The puppy opened his eyes and sat up. “What do you want?” He asked. Cookie sat up and put his paws on Sammy’s chest and started giving him kisses. Sammy gave a small chuckle with the lick, but stop to be serious. “Hey, no kisses!” He said pointing his finger at the puppy.

Cookie didn’t listened and licked his finger like it was a lollipop. Sammy moved his finger away, and glared at the puppy. “No.” He said. Cookie smiled at him and pounced on Sammy, knocking from his seat and started to give him lots of licks. “Hey,” Sammy said as he started giggling and laughing as Cookie was giving him kisses on the cheeks. Sammy’s laughs were loud that Bendy and Boris came in seeing the scene.

Bendy and Boris smiled seeing Sammy have fun with the puppy. Just then Joey appeared, and Cookie stopped licking and looked at the group staring at him. “I saw just playing with the dog.” Sammy said.

“Sammy, we saw.” Bendy said smirking at the music director.

“Cookie!” Joey called out. Cookie jumped from Sammy’s lap and went to Joey as he pet the little puppy.

Bendy, Boris and Sammy where in complete shock that Joey knew this dog all along. “Joey, you know Cookie?” Bendy asked.

“Yep, he belongs to a friend of mine in my neighborhood, he ran off a few days ago, and I’ve been helping him look for him.” Joey explained.

Bendy smiled and rubbed the back of his head. “Well, you should thank me Joey, I found Cookie when I was running some errands for Henry, earlier.” Bendy explained. Joey smiled and pats Bendy on the head.

“Thanks Bendy.” Joey said. Joey then looked at Sammy. “And thanks for watching him Sammy.”

Sammy rolled his eyes and smiled and the puppy. Joey carried Cookie in his arms to go back home and show his neighbor that he found Cookie. Bendy and Sammy looked to the side. “We’ll Joey ever bring Cookie again?” Sammy asked.

“Maybe, Lawrence. Maybe.” Bendy said putting his hand on Sammy’s arm.

#Hell's Studio AU #Bendyandtheinkmachine #Bendy #Henry #SammyLawrence #Boristhewolf #JoeyDrew #fanfic

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khavvah · 7 years

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Beasts and Beauties - Pokemon Sun/Moon Fanfic

AO3 Link: Chapter 2

Previous Chapter (Chapter 1 On AO3 / Tumblr)

Chapter 2: Scratch My Back

Two years later...

Madame President Lusamine did one more walk about the room, straightening every object she passed--the chairs, the plates, the tea cups, the pictures on the wall, the curtains on the window. Anyone could have rightly told her that such care was unnecessary--she was not meeting a king or a diplomat today, as she did other days, when her halls hosted the most glorious figures in the vast continents.

She checked the mirror again. Licked down the last stray hair, adjusted her pearl necklace, and tightened the pull of her white, lace-trimmed dress. Pose from the front… From the back… She could not identify a single flaw. A wide smile perfected her face.

In those few moments before her guest arrived, she considered her fortitude in difficult circumstances. These months had not been kind to her. After a long year of knowing that one child had betrayed her, she recently experienced the pain of another betrayal--a deeper one, from the child she had truly believed in. Not just betrayal--sabotage, or all her hopes and dreams.

But Lusamine did not give in so easily. She believed that fate might close a door, but would open, for her, another window.

Her tea room would be the perfect environment for this new lease on fate. Unlike the dining hall, which had gaudy chandeliers hanging above a long stretch of immaculate table, the tea room carried a certain intimacy and lightness. The table in the center of the room seated two, three at most, and the east-facing window allowed a sweet, salty sea-breeze to wash in the moonlight. Bright flowers arranged in a vase on the side table, permeating the room with their aroma. To her, this room perfectly spoke of the love she felt--her sweeping, bright, all-devouring love. In fact, when she sat in this room, one could swear that the room was as vital to her as her heart.

Mrs. Wicke came to the door to tell her the guest was ready.

"Bring him in," she sighed.

...The creature that entered the door--there was really no other way to describe him--certainly could be called imposing. The Team Skull Leader Guzma stood at an awkward, lanky height, which he compensated for by slouching over like a ghoul; his ridiculous sunglasses covered his face and the hood of his jacket was up. Before she could even attempt a greeting, he swivelled his head around the room suspiciously, as if worried that something was prepared to leap out and bite him.

"Mr… Guzma, I presume?"

He snapped to attention, but she couldn't read his facial expression, not with those sunglasses.

"If you don't mind," she started, trying to be gentle, "would you remove the items from your head?"

"Aw, yeah," he slurred, smacking the hood down and yanking the glasses upward. The force of his movements pushed his mess of clumpy white hair backward and out. "Sorry, lady, I was tryin' to be, you know, inconspicuous."

She briefly wondered if he knew what that word meant.

"M-a-an, lady, you have got quite the place here. You must have money, huh?"

She redirected his attention by offering her hand. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person, Mr. Guzma. I'm Madame President Lusamine. I trust the trip here was a pleasant one."

"Yeah, hey," he quipped, shuffling over and grabbing at her hand. He shook a little too hard. "Nice meeting you."

The boy was a little raw, she told herself. A little… unformed. But at least he seemed housebroken.

Mrs. Wicke appeared suddenly beside him. "Can I take your coat?"

"What? Nah, it's good." He bunched up the coat around his shoulders, warding her off as if she were a thief. He obviously wasn't comfortable with a stranger handling his personal belongings.

Mrs. Wicke left them momentarily, and Guzma hadn't moved very far, still lingering in the doorway. From his expression, Lusamine guessed two things were going through his head: first, he was vastly underdressed for the occasion (did it bother him? She couldn't tell), and second, Lusamine did not look anything like he had imagined. Perhaps in reading her letter, he pictured her as some stuffy old woman, or imagined her with the curt, sharp command of a woman in business attire. Not a woman of her softness and angelic glow.

The boy, no doubt untrained in self-control, couldn't help himself. He looked… Up, down, traced her figure, thought about it… And she noticed every glance.

"Please come in," she said.

He dutifully walked in and plopped into his chair. It took a minute for him to realize, though, that Lusamine was still standing next to her chair and giving him an expectant, but polite, look. He puzzled over her reaction. "Are you gonna sit, or…"

"The gentleman," she said calmly, "always seats the lady."

"What?"

She smiled, patiently repeating, "The gentleman always seats the lady."

"Oh!" Flustered, he stood to his feet, hurried behind her, and started pulling on the chair awkwardly. While his technique proved unpracticed, Lusamine was eventually successfully seated with no injury.

He rushed back to his chair, visibly relieved.

Lusamine studied him as he settled in. The unfamiliar context into which he'd been thrown--a glistening, rich, pristine place--had begun to take a toll on him. He shrank where he sat, becoming withdrawn and wary of his surroundings. She labelled him mentally. Malleable.

"So Miss… Miss…" He had obviously forgotten her name.

"Miss Lusamine. You can call me Madame President."

"Miss L," he continued, compromising, "I wanna know--"

Mrs. Wicke appeared as if from nowhere beside him. "Would you like some tea?"

"--Huh? No."

"How about some coffee?"

Irritation spiked his voice. "Nah, thanks, I'm good."

Mrs. Wicke took the hint and moved to Lusamine, filling her cup with fresh tea and fixings.

Guzma got the sense that they weren't ready to delve into the meeting just yet. He shook his head and tried to think of something to talk about. He kept looking in every corner, tracing his eyes along the walls and through doors, as if searching for something. Details didn't add up, so he asked, "You live here alone?"

"Yes. For now. My husband is… gone, and my children left me."

"Oh." He waited for her to continue, but in the ensuing awkward silence, he shuffled his feet. "Uh, sorry?"

"A mother does her best to love and care for her children, but they make choices, too. I can only wonder… What mistakes I must have made… I must have been a terrible mother."

Guzma's hairs stood on end; she looked like she might cry, so to diffuse the situation, he mumbled, "You, uh, seem nice enough to me."

"What a kind thing to say," she purred. With an elegant sweep of her hand, she cleaned a single tear from her luxurious lashes. "I do owe my children one thing. You came to my attention through my son. He's worked for you--you've taken a liking to him, haven't you?"

"Your son?"

"My little boy… Gladion."

Before he could stop himself, he let out a snort of a laugh. "What!? He's your son? Pffsh! Wow!" He noticed her leaning back to dodge his spittle, so he meekly cleared his throat to signal he was going to tone it down. "Uh, I mean, yeah, I guess I see the family resemblance."

"While he brought his troubles on himself, I do appreciate your attention toward him."

Those words, in that particular order, triggered a strange impulse in Guzma's brain; he twisted the heavy ring on his finger and blurted stupidly, "It's nothing weird."

She sipped at her tea, then gave him a querying look over the ceramic cup.

"Uh, y'know, it's not something weird, if that's what… You were wondering."

"I'm not certain what you mean," she said, a little cross that she didn't, "because there's nothing strange about helping a person in need."

"Y-yeah. That's what I meant."

Lusamine watched carefully as he fidgeted and turned various colors. She made another mental note. Her noticing his softer side had spurned this outburst--interesting. Insecurity. Obsessed about others' perceptions.

"So, wait." Guzma's eyebrows stitched together in the form of deep, difficult mathematical thought. "If Gladion's your son, then you've gotta be…"

"It is not normally proper to ask a lady her age," she said, "but I can indulge your curiosity, if you wish."

"...All right," Guzma allowed, waving a hand. "I'll bite."

"I'm forty-two, as of this year."

All the money she spent on her physical upkeep was worth it, she thought, for these moments alone: when she proudly waved the number in front of a young man, and had the privilege of watching their expression turn, like they had just discovered something horrible about themselves. Guzma was no exception. He sort of laughed at first, choked on the number, and descended into a quiet that she pinned immediately. Ah-hah, Mr. Guzma. That thought you had when we first met--that nasty little thought you entertained when you stole that look--how does it sit with you now?

Then, to her genuine shock, he managed to speak, haltingly, politely. "You looking good, Miss L."

Her laughter forced her to put down her tea; it rang out like clear, silver bells in the fresh morning air. "Oh, my!" She placed a hand to her chest. "I must say, Mr. Guzma, you are full of surprises!"

He smiled awkwardly and tried to laugh, too, but he didn't get what was so funny.

"Well! Let's not delay any longer, shall we? As I stated in my letter, I have a proposal for you that I think can benefit us both."

"Cool." He leaned back in his seat and folded his arms. "I'll hear you out, Miss L. Make it good, though."

"Thank you. Some of this will require some technical background--I hope that suits you?"

He shrugged indifferently. "Whatever."

"...My husband--rest his soul--discovered the existence of wormholes that can transport both energy and matter between our dimension and another. Our researchers call this other dimension 'Ultra Space.'"

He didn't look particularly intrigued--but he didn't tune out. She took this a good sign.

"At Aether Paradise, our labs have been experimenting with and monitoring these wormholes; our best current evidence shows that, within this dimension, there are... Alternate beings. Living creatures analogous, though materially different, from pokemon. For clarity's sake, we call them beasts."

"So… There are monsters, living in some other world."

She folded her hands and gave a glowing smile. "An apt summary, Mr. Guzma! Now, the environment in which the beasts live is very harsh. To survive, these beasts must be incredibly powerful. We are developing a device that will allow us to capture and use them."

She expected he would need more time to process all this, but a steep frown showed some deep thinking going on. "Why would I want to help you--"

She cut off his question to reach over the table and place a hand on top of his. He lurched a little at the sudden touch, but didn't remove himself from his seat. "Can you imagine?" she hissed desperately. "Those poor beasts… Lost in a dark, cruel place, devoid of compassion and gentleness--does not such a condition demand our moral action? If I have the opportunity, then don't I also have the obligation to save them, and give them my love?"

"Uh…" He gawked at her, not sure what to make of this sudden, hopelessly sad stream of consciousness. He thought about moving his hand, but couldn't finally decide to do it. Lusamine looked at him intently, waiting for an answer, so he gave the one he thought she wanted. "...Yes?"

At last, she lifted her hand and floated back against her chair. A smile, warm and sweet as honey, spread across her lips, and her voice dripped. "To do this… I need you. Will you help me?"

Guzma forced himself to do a hard reboot.

None of this had gone as planned.

When he first grabbed the letter from a trembling mailman outside the city gates, he saw the golden symbol representing the Aether Foundation and almost threw it away on that merit alone. The group had been nothing but a huge pain: constantly harassing his grunts in other cities, interrupting their operations, taking back pokemon they had fairly snatched. He expected the contents to either be a threat or some weaselly plea for compassion.

But when he opened it, he found a neatly hand-written letter. It contained no accusation of wrong-doing. No pleas. Just an out-pouring of prim, flowery prose that forced him to find a dictionary in order to suss it out. In the end, he determined uncertainly that it had something to do with a business deal, which would be discussed at Aether's base.

What the heck, he remembered thinking. I'll get to see how the other half lives.

He planned on balking at the deal and messing with some uptight business hag, while getting a free meal out of the process.

Instead, he was sitting in front of an empty tea-cup and a sweet, otherworldly being that might have glided its way down from heaven--a lonely, sad, beautiful woman whose body whispered yes, eyes purred please, and lips sighed closer. Her age had jolted him, to be sure, but the number faded after a while against the harsh glow of everything else. And when she touched his hand, her fingers pulsing with radiant warmth, he felt his stomach do a flip.

I need you.

He tried to swallow. His mouth had gone dry, and he wished he had asked for some water.

Will you help me?

Butt heads. Say no. It was his personal rule. But she looked so… frail and needy, in that moment. And how many young men can really resist the siren call of a gorgeous woman in distress?

He choked out his question. "How?"

His response made her smile wider. "I need two things. The first--some crucial equipment was stolen from our lab--without it, we cannot trigger controlled openings of the wormholes. I need your organization to find the thief and steal the equipment back. That is," she said, "what you do, isn't it? Steal things?"

"...Yeah."

"Then this should be simple!" She leaned over, plucked a folder from a white briefcase, and handed it over. "Here's the dossier. It gets a bit technical, but the crucial information is there on the first page."

He took it, glanced at the picture, and tilted his head. "It's a pokemon?"

"Think of it more as… A ball of potential energy."

"Whatever." He dropped it onto the table. "What's the other thing?"

"That? That is another matter. Once our capture technology is prepared, I will be making the first trip to Ultra Space… And I need a strong, daring trainer to accompany me."

That bit of flattery was a bit on the nose, even for Guzma. "Is it dangerous?"

"The risk is incalculable. But should we succeed, we will have exclusive access to the most powerful beings science has ever discovered."

"Do I get to keep some of them?"

"Oh, that's one part of your compensation. As for the other…" She flashed a smile. "This is where I think your interests truly lie." With one more flick of her wrist, she produced a brilliantly-colored advertisement. The paper read, "THE AETHER FOUNDATION INVITES YOU TO EXPERIENCE THE SUPREME ISLAND CHALLENGE AT AETHER PARADISE!"

Guzma didn't get it. "Uh… so... "

"When a trainer completes the Alolan island trials, what else can they do? They are at the peak of their career, but no challenges remain. I believe it is time to innovate. With the beasts at my side, I will host the most daunting challenge of them all! Trainers from around the world will flock here, all for the sake of battling these unique creatures! Of course, we'll have to require a fee--a donation to the Foundation--"

"That's great, but--"

"We'll need a kahuna and a captain, won't we? To have a proper island challenge, that is."

"You…" He perked up. "You want me to be captain?"

"Don't sell yourself so short, Mr. Guzma! I'm not much of a trainer--and captains do so little by way of battling challengers, don't they? I'm asking you to become Aether's kahuna."

For a while, he went completely quiet with shock.

She filled his silence with a flurry of papers drawn from her carrier case. "Naturally, the Foundation would pay you for your services--you would be compensated for room and board, travel expenses, a personal stylist (you'll be making media appearances; it's truly a must), your officiating wardrobe--" She pushed a document to him, pointing. "It's all detailed here in the contract."

"How much--"

She anticipated the question and pointed to the bottom number.

His eyes crossed a bit when he first saw it; he blinked, stuck his finger on it, rubbed his head, and asked, "Uh, what's… 'Per,' ' per diem' mean?"

"That's payment per day."

"Every day ?" He began visibly sweating. "Wait, this isn't… This isn't real, is it?"

"Hmm?"

"This…" He smiled, like he had caught her in the act. "This is some kinda joke on me, right? Ha, ha, at big, bad Guzma, the sucker!"

"That would be quite an elaborate--and strange--joke, don't you think?"

Her logic definitely struck him; he looked at the paper again, scratched his head nervously, and looked up, searching her expression. "I should, uh, have a lawyer look at this, right?"

"Oh, yes, indeed! When it comes time, we'll have a lawyer go through it with you--"

"Not your lawyer," he countered hotly. "I want my own lawyer."

"Lawyers cost money, Mr. Guzma. Quite a lot, in fact. Do you have the resources to hire one?"

By his strained silence, she knew he didn't.

"Well." She placed her hands on the papers in front of her. "Let's put a pin in that, shall we? Besides, this contract isn't on the table quite yet, remember? This can't happen without your contribution. So first… Return Cosmog to me. Second… you help me capture my beasts. And then… Only then, does this become negotiable." She placed her hand on the contract and pulled it back toward herself. She revelled in watching his expression change as his dream, everything he ever thought he wanted, slid back and disappeared into a folder. "Do you think you can do that?"

He answered forcefully. "Obviously."

"Good. Now," she said, nodding to Mrs. Wicke, "it appears dinner is ready. Shall we go?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Lusamine did not move. Guzma gradually worked his way to his feet, thought for a second, then proceeded to walk behind her to pull out the chair for her.

(Oh, how she beamed.)

When Nanu saw the limo pull past the station, he knew it smelled like trouble. He had poked his head out, watched it disappear into the dark horizon, and grumbled to himself. He pulled a cigarette pack from his coat and tapped it without looking, only to find that it was empty. "Hrngh." He gazed out toward Po Town and its looming walls. Just as he decided to make an investigatory trip, a voice called out to him.

"Hey, Uncle."

He turned in surprise. A young grunt--a boy, from what he could tell, (cripes, they get younger every day) stood off near the lamp post. A Meowth was rubbing the boy's ankles and whining for food. Nanu frowned. "Hey, kid. I know you?"

"Uh, I 'unno," the boy responded. "I know you."

"Whatever. I'm walking to Po Town, so I need you to run an errand for me."

"What kinda errand?"

He peeled a few crumpled, moist bills from his pocket. "I need you get me some cigarettes. The Sunrise brand, not that cheap crap from Kanto."

The kid looked at the money, but shook his head. "Don't they card for that?"

Nanu huffed irritably. "...You don't have a fake ID? What kinda useless punk are you?"

The kid shrugged and stooped down to pet the Meowth. "I 'unno. I'll take the money, though."

Snort. "Yeah, I'm sure you would." He stuffed the money back down into his pocket, but didn't immediately stalk off. The boy caught his attention again. He ended up watching him for a solid minute, just petting the critter, just letting it bump his legs and wind its way between them. "It likes you," he finally said.

"Yeah, I guess."

"You want it?"

The kid turned shy and didn't have an answer.

"Look, I got too many already. You'd be doing me a favor. One less mouth to feed, and all that."

"Okay."

He waited for the boy to say anything else, but these kids had no home-training. "...Don't thank me, or anything."

"Screw you, old man."

Nanu guffawed and turned for Po Town. "Ye-eah, you're welcome, kid."

Getting into Guzma's room was no problem; around this time of night, the grunts scattered throughout Po Town searching for food, leaving the room unguarded. He knocked, and a beat of silence later, he decided he had been right: Guzma left.

In a limousine, of all things.

"...The heck have you gotten into now?" He shook his head. He doubted he would find any real clues, but snooping always picked up his mood.

He turned the lights on and found it had its usual crud-infested mystique--dried husks of pizza pushed under furniture, fresh graffiti paint on the wall, empty beer bottles, and that idiotic throne chair that Guzma had dragged in from God-knows-where. Nanu scratched his chin. What a dump.

He bee-lined for Guzma's laptop and prodded at it, but the lock-screen popped up and stonewalled him immediately.

"Eh."

Where else could he look? It wasn't as if Guzma had a work desk. He started for the liquor shelf--seeing as Guzma frequented it often enough.

...But unbeknownst to him, a monster lurked behind him. It crept forward… It tensed its muscles… It bent close over him, waiting for its moment...

...Then bumped its head into the center of his back.

"Oof!" A bit startled, but not hurt, Nanu balanced himself against the bed and turned to the Golisopod. "Cripes, you scared me!"

Undeterred, it whistled and clicked and otherwise made an excitable racket.

"You smell it, don't you? You greedy lug." He sighed, stuffed his hand inside his pocket and drew out a couple beans. "Come on, eat up. Just don't tell the kid--he'd probably 'rap' at me about it, or whatever."

The Golispod warbled and snatched them out of his hand, swaying its huge body in a sort of happy, rhythmic fashion as it chewed.

"You gonna help me? His computer's locked, so unless I find some sort of paper trail, I'll probably be stumped."

It stared blankly at him, waiting for more food.

"All right, here's what I'll do…" He reached back into his pocket.

Nanu had decidedly mixed feelings about the Golisopod. Being Guzma's favorite, it was over-trained, over-powerful, and spoiled bloody rotten. Its most notorious habit was breaking out of its ball at any old time it wanted and roaming the mansion. It had gotten fat from eating human food all day, and could be a real bully if you held food that it wanted. Guzma found its mischief hilarious, so he never scolded it, exacerbating the problem.

Nanu tried, though, when he could, to teach it some manners.

"Hey! Stay. Now, listen." He held up a bean. It stepped forward a bit, and he gruffed, "No, you don't. Here's the deal. You find me a lead about where he went, and I give you a treat. Got it?"

It tilted its head, looked longingly at the bean, and shuffled its feet in frustration.

"Come on, you lard. Clock's a-tickin'."

The Golisopod grunted, turned for the dresser, and started clapping its oversized arms around, hoping to find an offering. A few wooden thumps later, it shuffled hurriedly back with a sock dangling on its claw. It then--very gingerly--dropped it into his hand, and sat back expectantly.

Nanu gave it a dry look. "Uh-huh. You think I'm an idiot, don't you?"

It warbled again, gesturing at the bean with impatience.

"...Well, you'd be right." He handed the bean over. "It's my fault for not, eh, being more specific."

The Golisopod chewed, and he started toward the drawer to replace the loose sock. He stooped down carefully--he had to watch his back--and a young girl's voice spoke over him.

"Hey, Officer. Don't you need a warrant?"

He straightened up and turned to find Plumeria leaning in the doorway, watching him with some amusement.

"Old detective instincts," he said. "Hard to give up."

"What are you investigating?"

"Sock-related crimes, apparently."

Golisopod whirred gleefully at the sound of Plumeria's voice, so she slapped her knees and whistled. "Hey Goli-i-i! C'mere, boy!"

It charged past Nanu and stuck its face into her open hands. She proceeded to rub its cheeks, scratch its chin, kiss its nose, and burble baby-talk at it; unable to contain its excitement, it screeched and stomped the floor.

"Good boy! Good boy!"

"Ugh." Nanu shuddered. "How do you plant your lips on that thing?"

"How can you not?" She shook Golisopod's head back and forth playfully. "He's such a cutie! Yes you are! But you gotta go back in your ball now! Yes you do!" With that song and dance done, she dug the ball out of the upturned bedsheets and put him back inside. She placed a hand on her hip and saw Nanu digging through Guzma's sock drawer. "What's up?"

"I'm looking for Flunkie; you know where he went?"

"… He went out, didn't he? And, you shouldn't call him that."

"Why? It hurt his feelings?"

"Yes, actually."

He studied her face for a second to gauge her seriousness, and to his surprise, she appeared to be dead-so. He sighed. "All right, Rainbow, but just 'cause you asked so nice." He kept rummaging through clothes. "You don't know who he's meeting, do you?"

"No."

"Is it a date?"

She cocked an eyebrow at him. "How should I know? Are you jealous or something? Think you're gonna find some girl's underwear?"

He paused, then smirked at her. "Who am I to judge?" He dug deep into the drawer, apparently searching for any items that might have been squirrelled away for secrecy. "You see that limo that picked him up? The whole thing looks fishy."

"You're worried about him?" She sounded surprised.

Nanu didn't respond at first, then mumbled, "Shoot, aren't you?"

Plumeria thought on this for a second, and though she didn't admit it, it was true. Guzma hadn't been himself lately--he had been more restless, more prone to drinking himself into a stupor, more enraged by the slightest conflict. It had gotten even worse after Guzma found that homeless kid--Gladion. The kid was stupid-strong, but not particularly loyal, and Guzma's insistence on hiring him caused some friction in the gang. What was it that Guzma saw in him? Plumeria could guess: she, after all, remembered what Guzma was like when they first met, when he first ran from home. She recognized in both Gladion and back-then-Guzma the same desperation for freedom: the relief at finally clawing their way out of home, the raw rebellion of wearing tacky gothic clothes, and their broken ability to emotionally connect.

In other words, Guzma looked at Gladion and saw himself.

No wonder he pampered, defended, and gave leeway to the little snot-nosed brat. So what if he doesn't live at the HQ? So what if he doesn't wear the gear? So what if he doesn't obey orders? So what if he gets paid too much?

Plumeria reached out and touched Nanu's forearm. "Hey, Uncle."

"Huh?"

"… He'll probably tell me… Eventually. I promise, if it turns out it's bad, like, really bad? I'll come to you."

If Nanu had the capacity to look touched, he might have shown it then. He blinked. "I ain't lookin' to make you a rat."

"No, it's okay. I trust you."

"...Hmph. Just as well. Don't think he's hiding any clues in his sock drawer, anyway." He pushed it shut. "Say, Rainbow, you got any cigarettes? Sunrise, none of that cheap Kanto crap...."

#pokmeon sun and moon #guzma #lusamine #fanfic #nanu #plumeria #pokemon sumo #{Pokemon Sun/Moon: Beasts and Beauties}

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