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Adaman’s Guide to Making the Most of Your Time

(adaman x reader;

notes: established relationship, adaman is referred to as boyfriend,

!! slightly suggestive so mdni !!)

If there was one thing you could count on in this life, it was that the forces of the universe really knew how to laugh at your plans.

Adaman had been busy the past few weeks helping the Galaxy Expedition Team navigate through the Crimson Mirelands. You on the other hand, spent your time checking in on the Wardens. It was difficult to spend such a long time apart, with only letters passed through your Starly and the thought of spending your next day off together keeping you going. You and Adaman planned to meet up at Jubilife Village after he drops off Akari, Rei and Laventon, but sometime between bidding Mai a farewell and making it to the village, you were caught in an awful downpour.

Arezu was waiting for you at the village gates with a smile, only for her expression to drop as soon as she saw the state you were in. She hurriedly brought you to her quarters and ordered you to take a hot bath while she haggled at the clothier for something you can change into. The rest of the night was a blur to you. You could somewhat piece together a soft towel on your head at some point, and being tucked into the blanket gently.

Almost too soon, morning came, and you feel the warm rays on your face.

“You look pathetic… like a newborn Wurmple.”

Oh, Arezu. Bless her.

You shoot her a weak glare, and burrow even further into the blanket.

A few seconds pass and you feel her poke your sides. “How do you feel? Shall I bring you out to the grass? Would you like to hang out with Beauregard?”

You know she cares a great deal for you, and she was only teasing, but the stress the past few weeks and your fever ruining precious Adaman time made you bitter.

“Peachy, thanks,” you reply drily. “Please don’t drag me outside.”

“Are you gonna be okay?”

You mumble a weak yes, and she takes that as a good enough sign to take her leave.

“Okay, great! I have to get to work so I’ll see you later.”

“‘kay”

She crouches in front of you and pulls the blanket from your face. Her hands are cold on your cheeks as she studies you. She nods to herself and walks away, pausing by the door.

“Make sure to eat! I left you some tea and a couple mochi, but I’ll bring something better for lunch.”

You couldn’t find it in you to fight the dazed smile on your face. You could always count on the Diamond Clan to take care of you.

She clears her throat, and awkwardly wrings her hands together. You see her bounce on her feet as if still contemplating whether you, a grown adult, could take care of yourself.

“Come send Sylveon if you need anything.”

With that, you eye her suspiciously. She of all people knew how much Starly took pride in being your little messenger.

“She’s a lazy bum. I’ll have Starly do it.”

“Err, about that… I sent him out on errands,” she awkwardly admitted.

Of course she did, and your Starly was such a sweetheart, he’d do anything for anyone in the Clan. She offered her apologies, and suddenly couldn’t look you in the eye, obviously feeling guilty. You snort as you realize she now had no qualms about leaving you to yourself. You bury yourself in her blankets again as you hear her leave for work.

“Get better soon, hun.”

“Thank you.”

A couple hours later, you woke up feeling hot. Blankets and pillows strewn about carelessly, as you sat up munching on the mochi at risk of choking. On your third piece, your jaw started feeling heavy. It was when you heard Arezu’s door open.

“Arezu, you better have brought me something good. I’d much rather be eating something easy to swallow.”

“Well, great news! I brought your boyfriend. I hope that’s good enough.”

You turn your head and the mochi in your mouth drops pitiably on the floor and rolls by their feet. Adaman stands next to Arezu, looking at her unimpressed.

“Sinnoh have mercy.”

The aroma of hearty vegetable stew is enough to pull a whine out of you, and Adaman snaps out of his glaring contest with the Warden. He rushes over to you, a concerned look painted all over his face. He takes you in, and holds you plush against him. The closeness sends you reeling.

He was actually here. You were actually together again. You could hear his heartbeat, or perhaps it was yours because you couldn’t seem to tamp down the excitement at finally having him so close to you. A great weight is off your shoulders, and it feels as though everything is at peace again.

Arezu takes in the scene before her and swoons. Great Clan Leader Adaman, resident tough guy, is honest-to-Sinnoh cooing over you. Deciding that the teasing could be saved for another day, she takes her leave.

But not before getting one last shot in.

“This is my room, so you better save the rest for when you get home!”

Adaman groans, and pulls away to give you a commiserating look. He taps the tip of your nose when you give him a pout.

“Food first. Cuddles later.”

He gets to work setting your meal, and your stomach growls at the spread. Before you could reach for your spoon and help yourself to some stew, he levels you with a stare. You sit back, and watch as he scoops up some stew and gives it a taste test. Humming to himself, he grabs another spoonful, this time bringing it to your lips. You graciously let him feed you. This wasn’t the first time he’s done this but you couldn’t quell the heat on your cheeks. He always reminds you how much he cares.

About a cupful of stew and an onigiri later, your hunger is sated and you politely refuse another bite.

“You should eat something too,” you tell him.

“Don’t worry about me.” He waves off your concern, and holds your hand. “What do you wanna do now?”

He shifts closer to you when he doesn’t quite catch what you said.

“What was that?”

“You said we could cuddle after food.”

“Oh,” he murmurs. A soft pink dusts his cheeks. “Well, c’mere then.”

Strong arms wrap around your waist and you feel him rest his chin on your head.

“Is this okay?”

You nod once, and stifle a chuckle when you feel a sort of rumble from his chest. A purr? His “eevee tendencies” as you had dubbed it was a source of great entertainment to you. A laugh escapes you when he starts to sway. Soft lips press your temple, and you feel him smile against your skin. The pull of sleep is on you once more, and despite your best efforts to fight it, your eyes close and you concede. Just a little while.

A voice sings you a lullaby.

You dream of hot chocolate shared on a cold night, and bright stars dancing in the moonlight. Soothing music played on the flute, with lanterns leading you along a festival. Thunder roaring outside a cave as a voice whispers promises of protection. The feeling of grass tickling your bare feet as you run carefree under the summer sun. Splashing into the lakewater, blissfully unaware of how freezing it actually was. Secrets shared in a single-person tent while you huddle for warmth. Getting lost in the mountains, with only your most precious gem in your hand.

You felt warm and fuzzy.

Light footsteps bring you back to reality. You blink the sleepiness away, and the lack of sunlight creeping through the window tells you it’s well into the night. You follow the source of the sound and find your Starly and Sylveon sharing a meal with Adaman’s pokemon.

“Oh, did you sleep well?”

Adaman’s voice is deep and a little strained. You start to catch on to how tired he must’ve been too.

You realize he must have stayed put the entire time you dozed off. Did he really just spend his day off being your personal pillow? You turn your head, and his eyes display nothing but kindness and patience. The warm, fuzzy feeling stirs in your soul yet again.

“Yes.”

Adaman’s eyes widen when he sees the look of pure love and adoration in your eyes. That delightful pink color in his cheeks is back.

You press a kiss on the underside of his jaw, and whisper, “All thanks to you.”

For a few seconds, he stammers through a response. To be fair, you did not intend for your actions to be interpreted in… that manner. After what you assume is an internal peptalk, his eyes darken and you realize you’re definitely in for it now.

“Is that right?” His voice is husky. If you didn’t have him wrapped around you, you would’ve probably melted into a puddle by now. “You wanna tell me how grateful you are?”

“Umm…”

You think you hear the door, and it had you looking away for a second. He did not like that at all. When it was Adaman time, he wanted all the attention on him.

“Umm…,” he mocks. “Use your words, love.” His hand grips your neck and he trails his fingers to your lips. He whispers, “…or perhaps you would like to show me instead?”

Before you could even think of what to say, the door slams open and there, Arezu stands with a pair of scissors in her hand.

“This is a house of Almighty Sinnoh, and I will not allow it to be defiled by our Leader!”

You try to jump away from Adaman but he just holds you tighter against him, though spooning you in a more innocent fashion than earlier.

“Alright! I get it!” He sounds angry but you could hear the little waver in his voice. Arezu notices and smirks.

“Sorry, ‘Rez.” You couldn’t quite look her in the eye as you sheepishly apologize for intruding on her space.

Adaman, trying so desperately to remain on the high ground, asks, “How did you even know? Were you spying on us?”

“I had eyes on the situation.”

Together your eyes trail down to the pokémon by her feet.

Suddenly, the two of you felt even more shame.

“What were you thinking? There’s a child here!”

The child in question was Adaman’s year old Eevee.

Despite that, it was still humiliating to have been caught like two hormonal teens. The fact you were tattled on by pokémon has to be some kind of first in history.

In unison, you murmur, “Sorry, ‘Rez.”

She stares at you both expectantly, and waves her hands around your pokémon. You never knew pokémon to be adept at expressing disappointment.

After apologies to each and every one of them, with a few (see: Leafeon, Sylveon and Eevee) requiring bribes, Arezu pulls you away from Adaman. Now that you were feeling better, she no longer “felt the need to stay strong,” and told you how scared she was when you walked in the village “looking like death.”

It was a challenge for Adaman to pry you away from the still wailing Warden.

“I’m the best friend! I actually took care of—“

“And I’m the boyfriend! Yes, I’m grateful you were here but I already told you what happened.”

“Maybe if you weren’t too busy cursing me out via Starly mail, you would’ve gotten here earlier!”

“And what part of Braviary was taking too long do you not understand?”

“We were literally sending messages via Starly.”

“For the last time, ‘Rez, I am not flying via Starly. He would die.”

The poor bird chirps helplessly.

Promises to visit soon were made, and one group hug with a begrudging Adaman later, she finally lets you go. She saw you off at the gates, flanked by Akari and Rei. The two kids standing next to her look far too pleased to see you.

“Don’t forget! I am your favorite Warden after all!”

You half-jokingly tell her, “Don’t let Sabi hear you.”

As Adaman helps you up Wyrdeer, you see the two kids whisper something to Arezu who merely shrugs in response. When they realize you’ve been watching them, they turn their heads back to their private conversation.

“Do you know what that’s about?”

He snickers. “Probably wondering when our next life-or-death adventure would be.”

An uneasy feeling sets in your stomach. You know Adaman better than anyone, and while he may have fooled anyone else, you know better. He just lied to you.

“Oh.”

He’s never done that before.

Halfway through the Fieldlands, he lets out a sigh. You don’t bother to look behind you.

“I can tell you’re overthinking it. It’s nothing bad, I promise.”

“What do you mean?”

“C’mon. I can see through you as well as you see through me.”

Damn it.

“Hey.” He rests his chin on your shoulder. “Do you trust me?”

You turn your head just enough to look him in the eye. “Of course, I do,” you tell him in earnest.

He beams.

“Then don’t dread the surprise, silly.”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Given the kind of devotion and loyalty Adaman has always shown you, it would be selfish of you to question his intentions.

“Okay, Adaman, Leader of the Diamond Clan—“

He groans.

“—Why don’t you tell me about your recent excursion?”

You feel him shake in laughter.

“You’re never gonna let me live that down, are you?”

“Obviously not.”

“Alright…” He adopts a theatrical voice. “I, Adaman, Leader of the Diamond Clan shall regale you of my tales across the… well, few miles around our home.”

You bust out laughing at his absurdity, and he feels as though he’s achieved something great.

The rest of the trip home doesn’t feel as long as it should. The past few weeks he’s spent with the Survey Corps has filled him with more anecdotes than anyone could ever write down. You felt particularly smug at the story of Rei absolutely demolishing Melli in battle. The part where Akari apparently made him cry using only her words does not at all seem embellished. You’ll have to remember to be extra delicate with the Warden next time you see him, lest he go on another temper tantrum.

Soon enough, you arrive at the settlement. Only the few people on night watch were still up. They approach, and ask if they could be of any assistance but Adaman waved them off. Before they could walk away, you dig into your satchel and offer them the treats you’ve been steadily collecting throughout your trip.

When you look back at Adaman, you hurriedly make your way to your home. The proud look in his face has you blushing again.

As soon as you stepped inside, he pulls your hand and gives it a gentle kiss. His eyes are shining.

“The way you take care of the Clan brings me joy.”

Hearing that from Adaman was no small thing. He took pride in being the Leader, and was meticulous in Clan business. To hear him approve of you in that context wasn’t something you’d take lightly.

“S-Stupid. Of course, I have to take care of the Clan.”

You try to look at something else. Anything else. He was still staring at you with that look. Pure fondness and affection.

“Of course, but you don’t have to spoil them either.”

“I—“ You had no arguments for that. You give him a sheepish smile. “I guess I just love the Clan.”

He gives you a soft smile in return.

“…And speaking of spoiling the ones you love...”

His free hand reaches into his pocket, and he hands you a pokéball. Before you could even ask, it opens and a pokémon you’ve never seen before appears.

“It’s called an Applin.”

You’re at a loss for words. The Applin’s eyes are wide and staring up at you. If it weren’t for that, you would’ve mistaken it for any other apple. It’s so tiny and delicate.

“Rei mentioned it once. Apparently in his time, this pokémon is a gift amongst lovers. Legend goes…” His breath hitches. You raise an eyebrow at him. He continues, “…when you offer this to the one you love, you’ll be together forever.”

“Oh,” you respond lamely.

He rambles on. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and I have been looking for one for weeks. Anytime a space-time rift formed, I went—“

“You went where?!”

The little Applin cries, and you soothe it with a little pat on the head.

“ —I couldn’t find one… apparently even back where Rei’s from, these little rascals are rare… but on our way back… I couldn’t explain… maybe it was because I had spent so long looking… or maybe Sinnoh heard my prayers … As we were leaving the area, one more rift formed. I just knew I had to be there.” He smiles at Applin, and the pokémon yips. “Lo, and behold… this little guy was the first thing I saw.”

He holds the pokémon in his hands. His eyes staring deep into yours,

“I know Almighty Sinnoh rules over time, and we are but mere mortals who have no say or power… but if this Applin can promise us what time we have to spend together, I hope you accept.”

You open your mouth to tell him yes, obviously — but a sneeze comes out instead.

Oops.

Guess you weren’t as well as you thought.

“Sorry—“

He shushes you. “Don’t you dare apologize for being sick.”

He hands you some tissue, and you blow your nose while he rubs your back. Afterwards, you mutter, “There’s no need for that.”

“What?”

“Look at you. You’re taking care of me even though I must look like a mess— Ah, don’t you dare deny it. You… you always protect me from anything that could hurt me or anything that scares me. You never let me do stupid things alone. You started out making the worst hot chocolate I’ve ever tasted and kept trying to do better until I can only ever drink the ones you make. You jumped in after me in the lakewater when I didn’t believe you when you said it was cold. When I got chased down by a pack of alphas, you fended them off as best you could and hid in that cave with me…” With every memory out of your mouth, Adaman’s lips quiver and you catch the tears welling in his eyes. “I meant what I said. There’s no need for some pokémon to ensure our being together. I’m gonna spend the rest of my life making up for all the things I put you through… That and, you’re probably gonna have to keep cleaning up after whatever mess I get into.”

He pulls you to him, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“You’re right. You do look like a mess. Your nose right now could put a Cubchoo to shame. I protect you from anything that could hurt or scares you because I don’t want anything to take you away from me. I never let you do stupid things alone because doing stupid things with you is much better than doing anything with anyone else or alone. You still drank the ones that tasted bad, and that’s why I worked so hard to make sure you never have to deal with drinking bad hot chocolate from me ever again. I mostly threw spoiled apricots at those alphas, and hoped for the best. I didn’t want you to be trapped alone in that cave, so I hope you didn’t mind being trapped with me.”

“I didn’t.”

“You never have to make it up to me for anything, but I will be happy to keep on cleaning up after whatever ‘mess’ you get into… So long as you’ll have me.”

The ignored Applin makes its return.

You both snap your head towards the crying pokémon. Adaman holds it out to you.

You graciously accept. “I guess this makes it official?”

“So, yes?”

“Yes.”

You share a chaste kiss to seal the deal. The Applin squeals in delight.

A few seconds later, Starly pops out of his pokeball, and flies out the window.

A piece of paper lands on the floor.

“Don’t worry! I just trained him to fly here once you said yes <3 Congrats btw -‘Rez

P.S. Congrats from Akari + Rei. You’re welcome for keeping your boyfriend fiance fiancee future husband alive for so long”

#adaman #adaman x reader #a/n: umm?? yeah lol this was just supposed to be adaman taking care of s/o but hmm adaman would reeeeaaaaally do the absolute most #swsh rights #a/n: sorry the thought of akari bullying melli was just too good and i had to sneak that in somewhere #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon reader insert #clan leader adaman #arezu #warden arezu

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kbstories · 3 years

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“It’s not like Kirishima had come all this way to U.A. to immediately break the promise he made to himself upon arrival.

It’s just that Bakugou is as feral as they come, and the moment Kirishima recognizes it’s fear he felt crawling up his spine that day, he makes it his personal mission to face it head-on until it’s gone.”

(Or: Being friends with Bakugou Katsuki is anything but a linear experience. Kirishima Eijirou would have it no other way.)

Tags: Kirishima POV, Developing Friendships, Domestic Fluff, Bakusquad, An Extended Scene About The Joys And Pains of Dyeing Hair

Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. No additional content warnings apply. Chapter 8. Chapter 9.

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⚡💖⛰️🎸📼

You have added Best Bakubro 💣💥!

You have changed the name from “⚡💖⛰️🎸📼” to “⚡💖💣⛰️🎸📼”!

hehehe we’re all set (sent 12:10)

welcome baku!! 💪🏻 (sent 12:10)

God 💡: 👀 (received 12:11)

Simply Mina: 👀👀 (received 12:11)

MT Tape: 👀 (received 12:11)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: shitty hair (received 12:13)

you promised!!! (sent 12:13)

no take backs 👀 (sent 12:13)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: fuck (received 12:13)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: okay two things (received 12:13)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: one i’m muting this so @ me or fuck off (received 12:14)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: two give me your names (received 12:14)

God 💡: wait srsly?? (received 12:15)

God 💡: c’mon bro it’s been months :( (received 12:15)

Simply Mina: yea wth blasty that’s so cold :(( (received 12:15)

MT Tape: answer the people explosion man @Best Bakubro 💣💥 (received 12:17)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: fine you’re staying random numbers then (received 12:18)

God 💡: OH (received 12:18)

God 💡: kaminari denki here!! (received 12:18)

MT Tape: this is sero 🙏🏻 (received 12:18)

Simply Mina: mina!!! (received 12:19)

Simply Mina: @Guitar Hero is kyoka 💖 (received 12:19)

Best Bakubro 💣💥

who? (received 12:19)

jirou!! (sent 12:19)

? (received 12:19)

🔌 (sent 12:20)

ah (received 12:20)

⚡💖💣⛰️🎸📼

Best Bakubro 💣💥: k (received 12:20)

God 💡: anyways (received 12:22)

God 💡: this is the best day of my life (received 12:22)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: shut it jolteon (received 12:22)

God 💡: dude i didn’t even @ u asdfkjsfk (received 12:22)

God 💡: wait omg is that an upgrade?? (received 12:23)

God 💡: did i get upgraded from pikachu to jolteon omg omg (received 12:23)

MT Tape: DIBS ON UMBREON (received 12:23)

MT Tape: we’re picking eeveelutions right? (received 12:23)

!!!! pls pls flareon pls!!! (sent 12:24)

Simply Mina: espeon or sylveon (received 12:24)

Simply Mina: espeon or sylveon??? (received 12:25)

Simply Mina: GUYS (received 12:25)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: this is a nightmare (received 12:25)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: and wtf espeon of course (received 12:26)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: better stats and none of that affection shit (received 12:26)

Simply Mina: the council has spoken (received 12:26)

what about flareon??? (sent 12:27)

plsplspls (sent 12:27)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: kirishima (received 12:27)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: it’s red. (received 12:28)

HELL YEAH ❤️ (sent 12:28)

Guitar Hero: hi what the HELL are you guys spamming about (received 12:30)

Guitar Hero: oh hey bakugou (received 12:30)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: plugs you’re glaceon (received 12:31)

Guitar Hero: i’m cool with that (received 12:31)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: good (received 12:31)

MT Tape: ok kiri i think i get it now (received 12:34)

MT Tape: putting every decision thru the baku filter is so much more fun (received 12:34)

right??? (sent 12:34)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: don’t fucking start (received 12:35)

Simply Mina: too late <3 (received 12:35)

God 💡: our trap card activated the moment you stepped into this chat man (received 12:36)

MT Tape: Bakugou Katsuki has been designated Chief Executive Brain (CEB) of the squad, effective immediately. (received 12:36)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: i’m leaving (received 12:37)

:( (sent 12:37)

MT Tape: … 👀 (received 12:40)

MT Tape: he ain’t leaving huh? (received 12:44)

God 💡: kiri’s puppy eyes once again confirmed as world’s strongest force (received 12:45)

Simply Mina: it’s kiri so we’re all safe tho <3 (received 12:45)

<3 (sent 12:45)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: for the record i hate all of you (received 12:46)

⚡💖💣⛰️🎸📼

Simply Mina: hey hey blasty (received 14:48)

Simply Mina: which eeveelution are you? (received 14:48)

Simply Mina: @Best Bakubro 💣💥 (received 14:50)

God 💡: 👀👀 (received 14:50)

👀 (sent 14:50)

MT Tape: 👀 (received 14:51)

Guitar Hero: ^ what they said (received 14:53)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: eevee, duh (received 14:56)

Best Bakubro 💣💥: i don’t need a type advantage to win (received 14:56)

😭 bro so manly (sent 14:56)

also (sent 14:57)

You have changed the name from “⚡💖💣⛰️🎸📼” to “🦊 Eevee Squad 🦊”!

Best Bakubro 💣💥: fucking fantastic. can we shut up now? (received 15:00)

Best Bakubro 💣💥

see? told u it’s fun 💪🏻 (sent 15:01)

i guess (received 15:02)

like i said u can just ignore the chat if ur not feeling it (sent 15:10)

they’re cool, they won’t mind (sent 15:10)

+ i’ll text u stuff directly if it’s important (sent 15:12)

kiri (received 15:12)

ok ok hhh just saying (sent 15:12)

i know (received 15:13)

you got that shit for ectoplasm yet? (received 15:17)

ummm (sent 15:17)

fucking knew it (received 15:17)

you coming or what? (received 15:22)

!!! o7 (sent 15:22)

Bakugou is staring.

Eyes on the page, Kirishima tries to focus on the function he’s been struggling to get for fifteen minutes now. Something about tangents and right angles? No, cotangents, which is different from a non-cotangent tangent because–

Bakugou has stopped writing a while ago, the fabric-covered pen resting loosely in his hand, his head propped up on a fist.

–the cosine does… something with the sine of X. Division? Maybe? X pops up in a bunch of places, actually, and Kirishima longs for the days math still featured numbers and not whatever nonsense this cos-sin-tan stuff is–

Bakugou is staring right at him, has been for ages now and Kirishima can’t help it. He looks up, only to catch Bakugou looking away, and huffs a nervous chuckle.

“Bro, c’mon. What’s up? Is there something on my face ‘cause you’ve been–”

“It’s black.” There’s a pensive twist to Bakugou’s brow. He breezes through the part of the problem Kirishima’s stuck on like it’s nothing, scribbled down in permanent ink like the monster he is. “Your natural haircolor. It’s black, right?”

“Uh, yeah?”

Kirishima picks his head up from where he’s slumped across Bakugou’s desk, the bean bag he’s sitting on shifting under his butt. Since when does Bakugou care about his hair? It hasn’t been black for over a year, anyways, so what does that have to do with…

“Wait, why do you–”

Bakugou’s eyes wander back to him, landing on Kirishima’s hair for barely a second but it’s enough. With a mortified noise, Kirishima slaps both his hands over his forehead – or more specifically, his roots.

Because Kirishima completely forgot he’s overdue on a redye for a good week and styled his hair as he usually does: gel evenly spread into carefully towel-dried strands, quirk on until it dries, done. He hadn’t looked into a mirror before heading to class or he would’ve seen his tips straying from cherry red to berry pink.

And that jet-black line where it’s growing back out. The roots that are the bane of Kirishima’s existence and that Bakugou saw.

Kirishima groans, curling into himself until his head hits wood with a dull donk. “How bad is it? Don’t spare me, bro, I need to know.”

That rhymes, the part of his brain not burning in the hellfire of shame chimes in. Kirishima firmly tells it to shut up.

“Your hair?”, Bakugou asks from an unknown realm beyond the bit of desk Kirishima’s staring at, a beat late. Probably to treat him to a glare he can’t see.

Kirishima rubs his forehead across his math homework in a miserable nod.

“It’s not more or less shitty than usual, Shitty Hair.” Bakugou scoffs. “What’s the big deal?”

“Oh, nothing”, Kirishima shrugs, his voice a fake-cheerful mumble, “Just that I’ve been walking around like this all day. A whole ass day. Kill me, now.”

“Nah. Wasn’t the idea to ‘die like a man in chivalrous battle’?”

Kirishima shoots him a dirty look. Bakugou doesn’t even bat an eye; he flashes his teeth in a bright smile and knocks his fists against each other, whispering “manly” under his breath and okay, why does Bakugou have to be good at everything, including impersonating Kirishima?

“I hate you”, grumbles Kirishima. Bakugou breaks character to cackle, only stopping after Kirishima balls up his pitiful attempt at math to throw it at his head. Bull’s eye, right on the forehead.

“Oi! That’s your homework, moron.”

“You started it”, Kirishima points at him with his pencil. His notepad is pulled closer with a deep, long sigh. “Now I gotta do this stuff again and stress about my hair. Amazing.”

Ah, the God-help-me eyeroll. It’s been a while. “Just go fucking dye it and come back if it bothers you so much. Can’t be that hard.”

“Says the blond guy”, Kirishima huffs. “Dude, do you even know how long getting rid of this” – a gesture to his roots – “takes? Black hair is a pain to bleach. Literally.”

Bakugou considers his hair with a frown. “…How long are we talking here? Like, an hour?”

A laugh, louder than Kirishima intends. “Try three. Sometimes more, it depends.”

“Three hours?!”

“Or more.”

A little smug, Kirishima watches disbelief bloom on Bakugou’s face. When it comes to this, destroying the innocence of the uninitiated is the only joy he’s got. There’s really nothing fun about sitting through those hours every six weeks, give or take – just plain, boring routine. At least he isn’t anxious about making mistakes anymore, not like his first few times.

It’s definitely worth it, though. Kirishima loves his red hair.

“And it, what. It hurts?”

Bakugou is still processing it seems, a hand going to his own hair. (It looks so soft, that even light color Kirishima has envied since the beginning of time. Such a nice base for any type of dye, especially bright ones or pastels.)

Kirishima scrunches his nose. “The developer does, yeah. Anything over 9% makes your scalp burn like crazy so I stick to 9% and do multiple rounds. I can’t go light enough for the red I want, otherwise.”

“And then the dye?”

“Then you dye it, yeah. Roots first, then the lengths in small strands, let it sit for twenty more minutes or so, rinse it out and then you’re done.”

It’s weird to explain things that have become totally obvious to him step by step, but Bakugou looks strangely fascinated by what he’s hearing. He does likes things to be more complicated than simple in basically any regard, Kirishima muses with a private snicker. Perhaps it’s not that surprising, after all.

“I use pure red on everything but you can mix colors, too, there’s a whole science behind that. And if you decide ‘Hey, I haven’t suffered enough!’, you can do individual highlights as well. But that’s a production all in itself! Ask Kami, he does some wild things to get that lightning bolt just right.”

Bakugou slowly shakes his head. “You people are crazy. That can’t be worth it.” He squints at Kirishima, hums to himself and starts nodding, instead. Vaguely terrified of what’s brewing in that brain of his, Kirishima waits for him to finish thinking.

“Let’s do it.”

There it is, a suitably terrible idea. Also: What?

“Color or highlights?” Kirishima sputters. “Wait, you or me? Bro, I can live with my own mistakes but dyeing your hair is too much pressure. Like, I’ll do it if you really want me to but, um–”

“Color. And you, obviously. Who of us is freaking out about hair, huh? Sure as fuck ain’t me.”

I’m not freaking out about it, Kirishima wants to say. Okay, he had been freaking out a little. Maybe. Not anymore, not with the mental image of Bakugou with Riot-red hair sort of making his braincells implode.

It’s impossible to imagine. Kirishima tries to anyways, fails, shakes his head. Focus!

“But…”

He draws a blank. Actually, Bakugou helping him with his hair does sound kind of fun. Until his patience inevitably runs out and he explodes the pot of dye, or something. Which could be hilarious, too.

“…Homework?”

(Not that he particularly wants to go back to puzzling over non-tangent cotangents – Ectoplasm always seems to know when he didn’t do the thing, though, and Kirishima hates disappointing his teachers more than he does the variable X.)

Bakugou sparks off in his direction. “We got three hours. 'nuff said.” He snatches up the math book they were sharing, Kirishima’s notepad and even the pencil out of his hand, and is out the room before Kirishima has fully registered they’re doing this.

“Shitty Hair!”

Kirishima jumps to his feet.

“Coming!”

“This is so damn messy. How’s your bathroom not stained to hell already?”

Coming up on their third round over his bathroom sink, Kirishima feels little sleepy as he blinks up at Bakugou. That expression of intense concentration hasn’t budged all three rounds, Bakugou’s hands steady yet gentle where they’re starting to dab red dye over freshly bleached roots.

There’s a dot of crimson on his cheek already. After forcing gloves on Bakugou and explaining to him how red pigment is the hardest to wash out – on clothes, skin, hair, wherever it lands – Kirishima isn’t inclined to point it out to him just yet.

“I asked admin about it. They said everything in our rooms is practically indestructible, including the sinks.”

“Huh.”

“Yeah, right? They thought of everything, it seems.”

Bakugou continues. Kirishima dozes.

“Your hair is dry as fuck, by the way.”

Kirishima shrugs with his eyes closed, following the nudge to turn his head so Bakugou can get to the back. This is so much more comfortable than doing it by himself.

“Can’t be helped, man. The dye by itself is fine, actually, it’s the bleach that’s causes most of the damage. Oh well, with the gel it’s hard as concrete, anyways.”

“Mhmm. You’ll go bald by the time we’re outta here.”

“Hey!”

“Bald Hero: Red Riot”, Bakugou muses out loud, easily evading the kick Kirishima blindly aims at his shin. “Stop it, you’re gonna fuck up my hard work here.”

He’s smiling though, Kirishima can tell. It’s all in his voice, roughness replaced by warmth when it’s the two of them in Kirishima’s tiny bathroom.

“Stop dissing my hair, then. Besides, I know your secret.”

This Kirishima wants to see. He opens one eye and yup, Bakugou’s brows are doing the thing where they twitch and pull together. Not exactly a frown, more caught off guard than anything. Bakugou’s lips press shut, stubbornly silent as he brushes dye on every inch of Kirishima's hair.

Then: “I’m done. What am I s’posed to do with this shit?”

Kirishima glances at the pot Bakugou holds out to him. There’s still some of the thick liquid left.

“Just pour it on top. Can’t hurt and it’s better than throwing it away.”

Bakugou does exactly that. He tosses the empty pot and the thoroughly stained brush into the sink. Kirishima helps him wrap his hair in cellophane and a towel to reduce the possible mess, relocating to the closed lid of his toilet so Bakugou can take off the gloves and wash his hands.

“Okay, I’ll fucking bite. What secret?”

Lingering on the tension between them, Kirishima grins with all the confidence in the world. “That you like my hair.”

Bakugou barks a laugh. “After I went all Van Gogh on it? You better believe it’s good.”

“Nope, I mean before that”, Kirishima challenges.

“Proof?”, Bakugou shoots back without hesitation.

“Oh, I can give you proof.” Kirishima’s arms cross over the ratty shirt he always wears for this, its fabric dotted and streaked in interlacing shades of red. “One, it’s the first thing you noticed about me, hence ‘Shitty Hair’. Two, you were distracted by my roots growing in so you pay attention to how it looks–”

“I don’t–”

“–and three, you just spent hours dyeing it for me.”

Bakugou’s mouth snaps shut. He growls in his throat, grabbing an additional towel and drying his hands. Kirishima wasn’t aware those are actions that can be done aggressively but hey, he’s learning something new every day.

“Maybe”, Bakugou finally concedes. The towel is thrown in Kirishima’s face when all he does is smile. “Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

Bakugou’s cheeks are dusted pink. Still, Kirishima shows the guy some mercy: Bakugou spent all afternoon fixing both his hair and his math homework, after all.

“Hey, Baku?”

“… What?”

“Thanks, man. You’re a good friend, you know that?”

Somehow, that makes Bakugou look even more flustered. “Whatever, Shitty Hair.”

Because Bakugou is Bakugou, namely a man who doesn’t know when or how to quit, he sticks around until Kirishima can rinse out the dye. He emerges from the shower feeling fully restored, a towel wrapped around his waist and his shirt draped over his shoulder.

“And that’s how you do it.”

Bakugou throws him a look from his sprawl on Kirishima’s bed, manga in hand. His gaze flicks to his hair immediately; his lips twist upwards, obviously satisfied.

“Told ya, it ain’t hard.”

Kirishima chuckles, shakes his head. “You’re so full of shit, dude.”

Now that the hair situation is under control for a few weeks, he realizes how hungry he is. The evening has barely begun, too, which means there’s time for a movie before Bakugou’s ridiculous sleep schedule comes a-knocking, either taking him out or making him cranky. Each scenario has about a fifty-fifty chance of happening.

“Hey, you wanna–”

Out of nowhere, his door bursts open to reveal one Kaminari Denki, out of breath and clutching a very familiar book to his chest.

“Kiri! Please tell me you guys figured out the–”

His eyes fall first on the splattered shirt on Kirishima’s shoulder, the trails of watery red dripping from his hair to his naked chest – and then on Bakugou, hands stained a faint red despite the gloves, that smear of color on his cheek Kirishima forgot to tell him about still very much there.

“Is that blood? What happened? Oh my–” Kaminari gasps. “Did you kill somebody?! Oh fuck, we have to hide the bo–”

“Kami”, Kirishima tries between bouts of laughter, “No, what the hell!”

A familiar cackle behind him does absolutely nothing to help their case.

>>Chapter 8.

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #kiribaku #bnha fanfiction #tumblr will 100% kill the formatting #this fic is also on AO3!! (again the format......)#anyhow final stop in fluff land before we dive into more angst next time :3c #my stuff

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carefreejules · 3 years

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Prologue – Broken Routine

In the middle of the void of darkness, a lone figure stands under a single spotlight as she feebly clutches the gleaming golden trophy in her small hands. She lifts up her head to smile at an audience who’s not even there. The single ray of light shuts off suddenly, enveloping her entire being into darkness.

Cold.

Lonely.

Muffled voices grow louder and louder, clearer and coherent. Filling the empty dark void with a cacophony of the same demeaning phrases that repeat like a broken record. The girl shivers from the darkness. She falls to her knees, as if being weighed down by the words themselves.

“You cheated.”

“You tricked opponents into feeling sorry for you.”

“You didn’t deserve to win.”

A tear falls. Then two. Until her eyes are blurred and overflowed with tears.

Through the sea of self-deprecation that drowns her mind, she weakly reaches out into the darkness and says,

“Help me.”

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

The girl in the dream jolts up awake, older now, her heart and mind racing from the adrenaline of abruptly being pulled from her nightmare. Her skin feels hot from the warm summer air that breezed inside of her room from an open window, but at the same time feels cold from the lingering darkness that clings to her body, refusing to let go. She shivers. Her sleepy cobalt blue eyes drift around her room, as if confirming to herself of the present and not of the past that creeps into her dreams every now and again.

Just to be sure, she pushes the covers off of her and wanders over to her blue messenger bag to pull out her wallet and Trainer ID.

Name: Juliet

Birthday: June 15

Home Region: Hoenn – Lilycove City

That was enough for her. She lets out a sigh of relief and turns her head to the wide mirror in the bathroom. She tiredly regarded her medium length wavy black hair with various stray locks sticking up in random places, the subtle bags under her eyes, and the baggy Mudkip shirt she wore over shorts that didn’t match.

“Good morning,” Juliet greets her reflection. Something comes up from behind her and nudges his head against her ankle. She looks down to see her Shiny Trapinch groggily nuzzling his head against her legs, silently requesting mutual affection. Her smile is gentle as she scoops up the baby Ant Pit Pokemon in her arms and plants a soft kiss on his head. Seeing her beloved pet Trapinch was enough to make her forget the dream she had.

“’Morning to you too, Pistachio. I have to get ready for work so be good while I’m gone, OK?” She told him gently. Pistachio nods obediently and squirms out of her arms to waddle back to his bed.

As she went through her usual morning routine, her Rotom phone hovered in front of her to deliver her morning updates that mainly consisted of the weather, missed calls or new texts, and the spawns of Pokemon that were likely to appear in the Wild Area via Power Spots.

“Rotom, are there any strong Raids that are likely to appear today?”

“Bzzzt! There is likely going to be a Dragapult Raid in Axew’s Eye. But, it will be raining.”

“Dragapult huh...Ghost and Dragon, but being part dragon means it potentially has a large type coverage.” Juliet mused to herself as she tightened the bright yellow tie around the collar of her black and white plaid Battle Cafe uniform. After successfully taming the knots of her bed head, she pulled her hair back into a high ponytail and slipped on her thick framed navy glasses. She took one more look at herself in the mirror for any obvious imperfections, filled up Pistachio’s food bowl, before grabbing her messenger bag and heading out.

It was a hot day in Wyndon, but the breeze that brisked passed her face as she biked along the route to work made it bearable. She wasn’t going to let a dream put a damper on an otherwise, beautiful day. The smell of coffee, tea, and pastries did wonders to calm her nerves, and she could vent out any frustrations on Raids after work.

The Battle Cafe came into view, making her jump off her bike to walk the rest of the way there. She slipped to the back of the cafe, carefully parking and locking her bike to a light post, and welcomed the scent of freshly brewed coffee that hit her senses the moment she walked in.

“’Morning, Boss!” Juliet called. Her boss turned his head back and shot her an easy-going grin. Richard, who casually lets her call him ‘Boss’, is the Cafe Master of the Battle Cafe, so he was the one who battled customers while she was just a part-time Barista.

“Top of the morning, kiddo! Alcremie and Slurpuff are in tip-top shape today so I have a good feeling about my wins today!”

“Ohoho...Is that so? I'll be paying close attention, then.” Juliet tossed out her Sylveon, whom she named Hilda, to help around the cafe as per usual. Her Pokemon was also popular amongst regulars and children for being friendly and playful; sometimes even putting on a little show for customers while they were waiting for their drinks.

Juliet fell into her usual comfortable rhythm, taking and making orders that came in, overseeing battles that were requested by customers – it was clear that today was just going to be another normal day at work. Before she knew it, the end of her shift came and she swiftly changed out of her work uniform into her usual blue varsity jacket, ripped black shorts, and grey beret before taking off to the Wild Area.

This routine was enough. She didn’t need anything more or less.

It was raining heavily over Axew’s Eye, but that didn’t stop Juliet from peeking into the stony well and tossing a Wishing Piece in its depths. She immediately took a step back as a huge pillar of energy shot up from the Power Spot and swirled ominously with power. A tell tale sign of a powerful Dynamax Raid. But she had travelled from region to region with her Pokemon and it wasn’t like this was her first time battling a powerful Raid by herself. She took off the soggy grey beret sitting on top of her soaked ebony hair before throwing her legs over the Power Spot and falling into its depths. She skillfully landed with her knees bent in a crouch to avoid impact in her ankles and rose to face the Dynamaxed Pokemon that was waiting for her.

A Dynamaxed Dragapult. As her Rotom predicted.

She hummed thoughtfully before sending out Hilda. Her Sylveon growled at the large Dragon Pokemon before her trainer summoned her back to be Dynamaxed. Hilda stood on an even playing field as Dragapult and unleashed Max Starfall as commanded. Dragapult recoiled and immediately put up it’s defences. The trainer didn’t expect things to go down hill so quickly from there. Breaking down its barrier wasn’t the hard part; but it was how many turns it took to attack and the range of the attacks, chipping off Sylveon’s health too quickly for comfort.

It became clear that this battle wasn’t feasible for one person.

Juliet clicked her tongue in defeat and returned her Pokemon before fleeing out of the Power Spot on her Flygon. Once the trainer was back on the surface, she called out her Sylveon to heal her up and reassured her of her efforts.

“It’s OK, Hilda. I was a little in over my head thinking I could do that Raid by myself. I might have to call the others.” She cooed while stroking her Sylveon. Hilda yipped sadly but nudged her face into her trainer’s hand. The trainer retired to her tent that she had set up a few feet away and as if on cue, her Rotom Phone started to ring.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Jules! You called saying you needed help with a Raid? Are you sure you should be doing raids in this weather?”

“Well, I thought it would be smart since there are less trainers around and the rain has let up a bit. I could use some help, though. This one’s a tough one.” Juliet replied as she dried her hair off with a towel with her free hand.

“Then, let me help! Where are you?”

“Axew’s Eye.”

“Ahh, so it must be a dragon Pokemon! Those are tough. I’ll be over in a jiffy!”

“Thanks, Mary!”

After 20 minutes or so of waiting, Mary peeked her head into Juliet’s tent. Mary was a member of their Raid group and one of Juliet’s good friends that she met when travelling to Johto.

Unlike the Gym Challenge, where young aspiring trainers take on the Gyms across the Galar region in order to participate in the Champion Cup, there was another sport that was rising in popularity for those who were looking for a more thrill-seeking experience that involved teamwork. Throughout the Wild Area in Galar, there are countless rock wells called ‘Power Spots’ that hid a massive cavern of Dynamaxed Pokemon, all varying in rarity and strength. Sometimes the Pokemon lurking underneath will make their presence known from the beacons of light that emit from their wells. However, rarer Pokemon are more compelled by the power of Wishing Pieces that are thrown in. Wishing Stars were not easy to come by, being meteorites that fall from space, making them a strongly sought out item for Raid teams.

The Raid team that Juliet is the ‘leader’ of, which she named ‘Raid Prism’, is considered one of the most well-known teams due to the fact that they were one of the first teams that started the boom of Raids in the first place. The boom was unintentional and started from a few impromptu Raids they took on when they first landed in Galar over a year ago. Juliet jokingly recorded and streamed their battles for something to look back on, until a steady stream of supporters tuned in with each Raid they took on thereafter. Her group weren’t really doing it out of competitiveness to see who could catch the rarest Pokemon or amass a collection of Gigantamax Pokemon – they’ve always done it out of the excitement of just fighting strong Dynamaxed Pokemon as a team. Their efforts were eventually recognized by Professor Magnolia, who hired them as Field Researchers in order to uncover the secrets of the Dynamax Phenomenon from the various Pokemon that were caught in the Power Spots.

Well, Field Researchers was a bit of a stretch since their job mostly just involved catching Pokemon that were requested of them. Because of this, their team wasn't blessed with the opportunity to hear the different theories that were thrown around over round tables about what was being researched, but it did pay well – well enough that the team decided to settle down in Galar for the time being in neighbouring flats in Wyndon.

But that hardly mattered at the moment..

Jules and Mary jumped into the Power Spot and, surprise surprise, were blown out from their defeat. Mary dusted off the wet dirt from her paint splattered patterned tights, wrung out rain water from her damp, curly brown hair, and grimaced down into the Power Spot.

“You weren’t kidding. I think this is the first Raid Pokemon I’ve encountered that could attack so many times and with so much range!”

“Do you think Tessu and Vanquil are available? I think we need the whole team for this one.”

The duo took a moment to call the two remaining members of their team and they arrived in record time. Tessu stared at the state of Mary and Juliet, who were soaked from the rain and their hair were also tousled from being blown out. The short haired trainer gritted her teeth.

“Yikes. How many attempts did you make?”

“Mary once, twice for me.” Juliet grumbled while pulling her hair out of their twin braids.

“Well, we’re all here now so let’s wrap this up, yeah?” Vanquil suggested while rolling his shoulders confidently.

“Why is this so hard?!” Vanquil yelled as he lay face first inside of Juliet’s tent. The others sat around him in defeat as they tiredly ate through their curry in hopes of adding fuel to their exhausted minds and bodies.

“Do you think we’ve finally been bested?” Tessu mumbled.

“I don’t think so. I think the best course of action is to work around how many times it can attack.” Juliet began.

“You mean like, figure out how to not get hit?”

“Exactly! Our Pokemon are strong enough to dish out damage and break down its barriers but the problem is stamina and it’s Dragon Darts attack.”

“Hmmm...Why don’t we use attacks that will make our Pokemon out of its range before attacking?” Mary thought out loud.

“Ohhhhh...like Fly or Dig? That could work! I also have a bunch of Guard Specs that could eliminate any debuffs our Pokemon get.” Jules turned to her Rotom Phone, which had been recording their conversation, and uploaded it to their team’s Pokegram. She always made a habit of recording as much of their Raids as possible for the purpose of helping and inspiring Raid teams. The comments were already flooding in with ‘you can do it!’ or ‘psh, it can’t be that hard’. Once they had finished their curry, they set out to the Power Spot in hopes that this would be the final attempt.

“This is working way better than I thought!” Juliet yelled as her Flygon, Tiki, flew towards the Dragapult to unleash Crunch, which broke through it’s barrier and weakened it. The Dragon Pokemon started to look worn out, signalling that it was almost down for the count. Mary’s Thievul dealt a final Night Slash before the Dragapult fell in defeat.

“Now, Jules!!” Vanquil shouted in her direction. Juliet quickly pulled out an Ultra Ball to Dynamax it and ran with it before jumping high and throwing it over her head with all of her might at the fallen Pokemon. The giant Ultra Ball opened and sucked in the Dragon Pokemon before landing on the ground with a heavy thud.

They all huddled together in anticipation as the oversized Ultra Ball shook slowly on the ground.

It shook once.

It shook twice.

It shook thrice.

The Raid team braced themselves for the Pokemon to break out, but the Ultra Ball glowed green and shrunk down to normal size. Vanquil threw a fist in the air and let out a loud whoop that echoed through the cavern while the other three sighed in relief and slumped to the ground in exhaustion. Vanquil went over to retrieve the caught Pokemon and helped them up so they could finally get out of there. But not before posting the recording of their battle and victory first.

The rain had begun to stop as they got out of the Power Spot one by one. Vanquil proudly twirled their Dragapult’s Ultra Ball on his finger before staring at it curiously. “What do you guys want to name him?”

“God.”

“My Worst Nightmare.”

“Hell?”

“Um...On second thought, I’ll leave it at that. I think we’re all a little traumatized right now.”

“Of course, Professor Magnolia. It was a hard one to catch but hopefully the Dragapult will offer something to your research. Yes. You’re welcome. Take care, OK? And say hi to Sonia for me. Good night!”

Juliet had never been this happy to be back in her flat before. She was soaked from head to toe from the rain and her body ached from over-exertion. Thank Arceus she didn’t have work the next day and she could spend the day sleeping in and lounging around. The trainer took a long, hot shower, threw on her so-called pajamas and was ready to knock out for the day.

Another day came and went. Another routine, unbroken and passing by peacefully-

RING RING RING RING

Until her Rotom phone started ringing.

She whined exasperatedly and was ready to tell the telemarketers off upon taking a quick glance at the unfamiliar number. Her exhausted body screamed at her to ignore it in favour of sleep, but her thumb instinctively tapped the answer button anyway.

She tried to put on her friendliest, at work, voice for the person on the other line.

“Hello?”

“Good evening. Is this Miss Juliet?”

A mature woman’s voice, she deduced.

“Yes, it is. Who is this?”

“My name is Oleana. I’m the secretary to Chairman Rose.”

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Chapter 1: New Job and Old Connections

In the middle of the void of darkness, a lone figure stands under a single spotlight as she feebly clutches the gleaming golden trophy in her small hands. Except this time, she doesn’t raise her head to smile. She barely acknowledges the ghostly hands that run through her hair across her back, coddling her but with no warmth to speak of.

Cold.

Lonely.

The muffled voices returned, growing louder and louder, clearer and coherent. Filling the empty dark void with a cacophony of empty compliments and reassurance. Or, were they actually empty?

She didn’t know. She didn’t know which voices to believe.

“You did amazing!”

“You’re so strong!”

“I want to be like you someday.”

Why wasn’t she happy? Why couldn’t she be happy? Who cares what other people thought? As long as there was someone who believed in her, that’s all she needed, right?

Wasn’t making her parents proud, enough?

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Instead of jolting awake, Juliet’s eyes fluttered open, letting the few tears escape down her cheeks. Recalling the fragments of her dream made her heart uneasy, and her hands shaky. No matter how many times she saw those dreams, she could never get used to them. But, at the same time, she knew she couldn’t dwell on them. Ignoring them meant they would eventually go away, right?

Right.

Turning over to her Rotom phone, it reminded her of the important meeting with Oleana and Chairman Rose that was scheduled for her Raid team, from the call she got a few days ago. She couldn’t recall specific details of the call amidst her initial excitement but she knew that the opportunity given to them was an honour to receive. Thinking about where the job could lead them, filled her with the enthusiasm she needed to force herself out of bed and get dressed.

After sifting through her wardrobe for a good hour and a half, mentally cursing herself for not having many business or formal appropriate clothes options, Juliet settled on a blue blouse with black pants to wear for the meeting. Her hands instinctively went up to her hair to tie them into their usual braids, but perhaps she looked a bit more mature if she left her hair as is.

She didn’t really know what she was doing. Travelling all over the world didn’t leave many opportunities for her to dress up for the occasion.

“This should be fine.” She told herself.

“Trapinch?” Pistachio called out. She turned her head to the baby Pokemon, who waddled over to her feet and gazed up at her curiously. He probably was just as unfamiliar to her current attire as she was.

“Me and the others have an important meeting to go to. But, do you want to come with me? It must be boring being at home, but you have to be good, OK?”

“Trapinch!!”

“...This is a really long elevator.” Vanquil grumbled while tapping his foot impatiently. It certainly wasn’t an understatement. The Rose Tower stood over 1000 feet tall, overlooking all of Wyndon and beyond. It’s sleek, futuristic architectural design was fitting for Chairman Rose, the one in charge of the Pokemon League and president of a large business conglomerate known as Macro Cosmos. Even though they were inside of the Rose Tower and about to meet the man himself, it still didn’t feel real.

The elevator finally slowed to a stop, and the doors finally opened to reveal Oleana and Chairman Rose waiting for them on the far side of the room. Rose stood up from his executive chair and beckoned them out of the elevator with a gentle grin.

“Come in, you four. No need to be shy.”

Easier said than done from a man with as much power and money as one could only dream of.

Juliet was the first to exit and firmly shook his hand. “Good day, Chairman Rose. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise. The things you’re doing for Dynamax Research on top of contributing to tourism, I’m very grateful to see the Galar region thriving especially with the Gym Challenge fast approaching.” Rose added.

“Tourism?”

“Why, yes. With your group and many others making a sport and spectacle of Max Raid Battles, we’ve seen an increase in visitors from all over the world who come to visit the Wild Area for themselves.” Rose motioned them to sit on the leather couches, where tea and other refreshments were spread out in front of them.

“I’m glad! The Galar region is a beautiful region and the Wild Area is just one of the few reasons why we’re so happy to be living here. Right?” Juliet asked, turning her head to her friends, who were already treating themselves to the snacks offered to them.

“Right! We’ve only been living in Galar for over a year, but it’s been really fun doing Raids and inspiring trainers to go out into the wild to see what the region has to offer.” Tessu replied.

“We’ve also been looking forward to the Gym Challenge since in other regions, it’s not as hype up as it is here.” Vanquil added..

“Thank you for reaching out and giving us the opportunity to be co-hosts of the event. But, if I may ask, why us?” Mary asked with a tilt of her head.

“Well, on top of your group playing a part in Dynamax Research, I believe your group in particular will be able to offer different insights of battling since you all come from different regions, correct? That will surely make commentary more interesting and entertaining.” Rose then handed them each an application to fill out, along with an outline of the upcoming Gym Challenge.

“Please look over the application carefully and feel free to flip through the outline of Gym Challenge so you can familiarize yourselves on how we operate it.”

Juliet flipped through the application carefully, choosing to read over the contents first instead of filling it out right away. As the group fell into a comfortable silence and their noses were practically buried in the terms of service, they didn’t notice the person that came by to join them.

Even though he wore his signature fur lined red cape and his signature snap back on his head that never failed to turn people’s heads in his direction.

“Sorry I’m late! I took the wrong monorail on the way here.”

“It’s alright, Leon. Our new employees were just getting settled in.”

CLATTER

Leon. That name made all of them freeze. Juliet didn’t know which one of them dropped their clipboard and pen, but as if in tune with her teammates, they all raised their heads at the same time to look at the legend himself.

Champion Leon.

“L-L-L-L-Leon!” Mary, Vanquil, and Tessu shot up from their seats like a group of Spoinks, eyes sparkling with endless awe and excitement. Juliet watched in amusement as her friends stumbled over questions and compliments of admiration, but...shouldn’t she be sharing in the glee as well?

At least, that’s what she thought. Watching the Champion soak up the praise being sent in his direction, and seeing him smile through each question with ease – something about the scene felt...oddly familiar. But not familiar enough where she could pinpoint when and where the feeling came from.

Her shoulders tensed when his burning golden gaze fell on her. She felt...uneasy being stared at, especially by someone with a strong, overwhelming aura as his. Was he sizing her up? No, it didn’t look like it. His head cocked to the side and it looked like his eyes were searching for something. Then, his eyes lit up in recognition and the wide smile he sent her was all teeth.

“J, right?”

J? What kind of an alias was that? Juliet blinked confusingly. Her mind repeating that name over and over in her head, trying to pull up the memory of the name – if there was any at all.

J, J, J…

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“Right...Wait. What’s your name?”

“My name?”

“Yeah. You’re not wearing a name tag like your aunt is.”

“...Call me J.”

“J? That’s it?”

“Is that weird?”

“No! In that case, you can call me Lee.”

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“Lee.” She blurted out. The memory that flashed in her mind was hazy, but there was no mistaking the foggy images of her helping at her aunt’s inn in Lavaridge Town, along with a purple-haired teen around her age, who was staying at the inn for a vacation. She could barely make out his toothy smile and youthful spirit, that seeing the teen mature into the man in front of her, made the memory feel more distant than ever.

“You remember too. I’m glad! Do you think you can tell me your name now?” Leon joked and outstretched his hand to her. Juliet looked down at his hand, trying to recollect the sudden wave of memories that washed over her. Where did they come from? And why did it take until now for her to remember them? She didn’t want to keep him hanging for long so she swallowed down the uncertainty before reaching out to shake his hand.

“It’s Juliet. Sorry for keeping you in the dark for so long-”

“Stooooooooooooop! Hold on!! You two know each other?!” Tessu interjected in between their handshake. Juliet scratched the side of her cheek and looked to the side sheepishly. ‘Know’ wasn’t the word she would use. Especially since it seemed like Leon had a better memory than her.

“Something like that. It felt like so long ago but, back when I used to help my aunt out at her inn, Leon and his family were on vacation and they stayed at the inn.”

“That’s right. I think I was around...16 maybe? I’ve never forgotten how hospitable your aunt was during our stay. Or how you almost beat me in a Pokemon battle.” The Champion laughed fondly at the memory.

She did? Oh boy, she really did have a bad memory to forget something like that.

“You almost beat the Champion of Galar in a battle?!” Vanquil gawked in disbelief.

“And you didn’t put two and two together when we came to Galar?” Mary wondered, leaning against Juliet with a suspicious gleam in her eye. Juliet pushed back against her with a pout. Was now really the time to catch up?!

“Look, so much happened after that! I travelled around the world, met you three, came to Galar, etc. If I’m remembering correctly, Leon was a bit more scrawny and his hair was shorter back then.”

“I wasn’t that scrawny.” Leon retorted with a pout of his own.

“Well, it seems you’re all getting along better than I expected!” Rose’s chuckle snapped them back to the task at hand, making them pick up their neglected applications that were left on the ground.

That was...a bit embarrassing to say the least. But at the same time, reminiscing on one of the happier periods of her life, it brought back a youthful cheeriness that she hadn’t felt in years. It felt nostalgic. Refreshing even. Perhaps Leon had that effect on people. His positive and confident aura could pick people back up without needing to say a word.

No wonder he was so loved and looked up to like a King.

Even as the meeting continued without interruption, the Champion couldn’t help but steal a few glances in her direction. Anytime their gazes met, he’d shoot her a toothy grin, which she responded to with a sheepish smile. For what reason she didn’t know, but unlike earlier where she wanted to shrink from his gaze, his occasional glances felt comforting.

Like a dandelion basking under the sun.

“You’re going to be working with Leon?!”

“Mind toning it down, Boss? The whole cafe doesn’t need to know.”

“But, I’m so jealous! If there’s one person I want to battle, it’s Leon!” Richard lamented dramatically as he stocked up the shelves and display cases with more pastries and coffee beans. Juliet leaned against the counter, allowing herself to recover from the end of the lunch rush and pouring herself a cup of tea.

“Maybe you’ll break the record for shortest Pokemon battle-” She said with a smug grin on her face. Her boss threw a dirty rag in her direction out of retaliation, but she caught it easily and tossed it into the sink. Still, she’d love to see such a battle.

“Are you sure you don’t want to take less shifts? Seems like a lot to juggle with being a Field Researcher and a co-host now,”

“It’ll be fine. There’s going to be gaps within each gym for challengers anyway especially since many of them are going to be exploring the Wild Area for the first time. Don’t worry about me, Boss.” Just as Richard opened his mouth to respond, the front door opened with the tell tale jingle of the bell above the door, signalling Juliet to bow politely to welcome the customer as she became accustomed to do as it was second nature.

“Welcome to the Battle Cafe! Are you interested-”

Juliet felt a sudden sense of unease wash over her. Black trench coat, a black baseball cap, dark sunglasses, and a white face mask. Did this man know it was the middle of summer? Or maybe it was a woman? She couldn’t tell how when their trench coat was consuming their body like a black hole. She didn’t mean to judge someone on appearance alone, but even her boss wore a face that told her he was suspicious and nervous too. Swallowing her anxiety, she stuttered,

“A-Are you interested in battling the Cafe Master for a complimentary Casteliastone if you win? Or would you like to make a regular order?”

The man approached the counter, drawing curious eyes to him as he searched through his trench coat for what she presumed to be his wallet. Or worse-

“I’ll take a regular coffee. One milk, one sugar.”

A normal order. Juliet let out a breath of relief she didn’t know she was keeping in. “That will be 250 Pokedollars, please. Can I get a name for the order?”

“...Dande.”

“Thank you, Dande. Your order will be served to the left of you.” As he walked past after giving her an affirmative nod, she could have swore she saw a flash of familiar purple hair from under his hat. She hummed curiously, narrowing her eyes at him to see if he would break under her persistent stare. Even when his head turned away, she could see the beads of sweat that were streaking down his copper skin.

Was it from the heat or her glare? Maybe both.

When she set down his finished drink and he reached out to grab it, she leaned over the counter and whispered, “You know it’s summer, right Leon?”

The man let out an exasperated sigh and lowered his sunglasses enough so she could see his familiar golden eyes. “And here I thought I had a good disguise.”

“Sure, if you want people to think you’re a serial killer or a drug dealer. I think you’re drawing more attention with this disguise than if you didn’t wear it at all.”

Leon laughed nervously at the few weird looks he was getting from the other patrons of the cafe.

“I see your point.”

Juliet rolled her eyes and untied her apron from her waist. It wouldn’t be a good idea for him to go back out into the sweltering heat without cooling down a bit first. She was technically off the clock now, so she’d put him out of his misery. “My shift is done now, but I’ll be hanging around in the back for a bit before going out, Boss.”

She came out from behind from the counter and beckoned Leon to follow her through the ‘Employees Only’ door, where a blast of cool air washed over their bodies. It wasn’t like the cafe itself didn’t have AC, but with the amount of hot drinks that are served and the cool air that escapes through the front door, it was only somewhat cool. Once the door closed, the Champion practically ripped off the trench coat and face mask, sighing with contentment at the AC air cooling the sweat off his neck.

“Thanks, but am I allowed to be back here?”

“It’s fine. Some regular customers like talking to me and when they have bad days, we talk back here on my breaks. My boss already knows and is cool with it especially since they leave big tips.” Juliet looked at his discarded trench coat that he left on the floor. “Just don’t steal anything.”

“Of course not. But, it looks like I’ll have to look into a different disguise.” Leon muttered.

“OR, you could just wear seasonal appropriate clothes like a normal person.”

“I wish I could, but it’s hard going out when you get stopped so often by fans...Not that I mind, it’s just...”

“You just want to be treated like a regular civilian?” Juliet finished for him as she plopped herself down on one of the spare cafe chairs. Leon followed suit and rubbed the back of his neck, his gaze fixed to the floor as if reluctant to admit to himself that, yes, he just wanted to be treated like a normal person instead of someone on top of an impossibly high pedestal.

“Yeah, something like that.”

She didn’t want to push him to reveal anything to her, but she thought it was a fitting opportunity to catch up with Leon in hopes of filling in the missing pieces of her foggy memory. She folded her arms over the table and looked at him with a carefree grin.

“So, how’s your brother? He was pretty small the last time I saw him.”

“He’s doing great! I’m actually going to surprise him and his best friend with their starter Pokemon next week along with endorsement letters for the Gym Challenge by yours truly.” His hesitant demeanour vanished, replaced with bright optimism from talking about his younger brother.

“Oho, looking to dethrone his older brother, huh?” Juliet teased lightly.

“It’s always been a dream of his and I’m excited to see how strong he’ll become. This year’s Gym Challenge is shaping up to be a game changer, I can feel it. Which means I have to train thrice as hard!” The Champion flexed his muscles for added flair, making the barista snort in her hand.

This was the Leon that everyone knew. The Undefeated Champion who answered the calls of anyone who dared challenge him. The Undefeated Champion who pushed himself to the limit, so challengers in turn, could push themselves. It was a wonder how he had so much determination, the courage to reach new heights and be one of the strongest of them all.

Strength...Something Juliet wished she had or at least, the bravery to acknowledge the strength she did have. What was it like? To believe in yourself and have the power to instill courage in everyone else? These were questions she couldn’t ask him, at least not right now.

Whatever the answers to those questions were, she did know one thing – seeing the Champion of Galar give it his all for his family, friends, and fans, to push the boundaries and prove to everyone what he was made of,

She was going to do the same.

Then, hopefully one day, she’ll be able to look at herself in the mirror and say,

“I’m strong and I’m proud of myself.”

“So, you’ve moved to Galar, huh?” Leon noted after taking a sip from his coffee.

“Yup. That’s partially thanks to Professor Magnolia for hiring my team as Field Researchers after seeing how capable we are in Max Raids.” It was a humble brag, but a brag nonetheless, and she’ll always feel thankful for the opportunity.

“Chairman Rose filled me in about that and I couldn’t help but watch some of your Raids afterwards. They’re a lot different from competitive battling, but you guys look like you’re having a lot of fun and I’ve learned a lot from just watching.” Leon pulled out his Rotom phone and opened up the recent Raid they did against the Dragapult.

Ah.

The Dragapult they ended up naming Dragon Lord, much to Magnolia’s amusement.

“This is probably my favourite Raid your team did. As a proud owner of a Dragapult myself, they’re pretty resilient to deal with.”

“You can say that again. Dragon Darts is such a pain.”

“Heh. Viable move when you’re the one using it, though.” Leon’s eye then wandered around the staff room of the Battle Cafe, skimming through the shelves of coffee beans and other stock items. “I guess it doesn’t really surprise me that you’re working here too. You’ve always been a hard worker.”

Juliet grinned gently. He really paid attention to little details about people, huh?

“I thought it would be good to get a side-job to get to know the locals since we didn’t know anyone upon moving here. Ease ourselves into Galar society, you know?”

“And, how’s that working out?”

“Pretty much settled in at this point! Though, I’m still on the fence about using Galarian slang every day like ‘lad’ or ‘mate’...” She grimaced. “...It sounds wrong when I say it.”

“Pft! Of all the things to struggle with. Come on, it can’t be that bad. Try it out on me.” Leon egged her on teasingly, casually leaning his cheek on a propped up hand.

Seriously?

Juliet stiffened considerably and her face looked like she sucked on 50 lemons from how scrunched up it was. “H-Hey, mate. H-How’s it going…?”

…

The Champion stifled a snort in his hand, but he couldn’t exactly hide the chuckles that followed right after. He had forgotten how funny and silly she was, enjoying the moment of carefree laughter despite how disapprovingly she glared at him. “I think you should stick with what you’re used to.”

“Haha, laugh it up.”

They hadn’t realized how long they were spending just talking. Getting each other up to speed about what the other had been doing, sharing stories about their travels, talking about their Pokemon – there were no shortages of things to talk about when each conversation jumped from topic to topic, neither Leon or Juliet losing interest in each other's stories.

Only the sound of a cup shattering to the ground could cut through their conversation. Their heads whipped around to see Richard with his jaw dropped, and a broken cup of tea by his feet.

“You were talking to Champion Leon this entire time and didn’t invite me?!”

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leavaloo · 4 years

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Ahh, I'm sorry if this request ends up being bothersome. But could I ask for a songfic ("Isle of Sorrow" from the game Onmyoji), maybe Raihan's in love with s/o but he's worried she doesn't feel the same way about him?

Not at all bothersome! It’s a very beautiful song, and I can imagine it perfectly <3

Disclaimer: I’m trying to write again, but it’ll be slow and requests will be fairly slow as well. Please give me time as I try to heal.

Mentions of alcohol/drunk s/o.

Raihan leaned his head against the cold stone of Hammerlock stadium, watching as rain spilled from the sky. In the distance, he could see the light of the moon behind the clouds, and the twinkling lights of Motostoke. The smell of rain hit him whenever he took a breath. It didn’t mix with the cigarette in his hand.

He took in the smoke, feeling the sting in his lungs and quickly releasing it. It was only a temporary distraction. The chill of the castle wall cut him to the bone. He groaned to himself, trying to rub the tired out of his eyes. Still so much paperwork to do, and yet, he couldn’t focus. He kept checking his phone.

Out of instinct, he pulled it out again. Of course, unlocking his phone brought him to your Pokegram page. You were at a party right now with a couple of old friends from college. He was jealous, yeah, that they got to be around you, but the photos quelled the worry. You were a lightweight, not even remotely the drinking type. But you would if you were pressured enough.

Maybe he could go over there and rescue you…

He shook his head, taking another drawl of his cigarette. Stop it, he told himself. You two aren’t even dating yet. He chuckled to himself, amused that “yet” was even in the sentence. You didn’t like him, as much as he so wished. That much he had determined. His soul felt a jolt of pain at just the thought of it, causing him to wince. Why did he do this to himself?

You were perfect, to him at least. You didn’t think you were. You were angry about so many things that he found beautiful. That hurt too. Your body, your scars, your personality? All adorable. But you didn’t like them. He just wanted to hold you and kiss every length of you, all your scars. He wanted to hear the cute giggles you would give, tell him to stop it but not really fight back at all.

He was hopeless.

So many people told him just to ask you out, but he knew damn well that you wouldn’t respond well to that. Even her girlfriends said that they approved of it, but he didn’t. He didn’t want to move too fast. He knew that you had pain inside, past experiences that weren’t too nice. Raihan didn’t want to mimic them.

Each raindrop on the cold ground felt like a bullet to his heart. He grit his teeth, biting back tears. Shit, he really had it bad for you, huh? He checked your Pokegram again. A new picture, one of you smiling with a bunch of your friends. One of the males had his arm tightly around you, too low for his comfort. Raihan turned off his phone and headed back inside, deciding to distract himself with work.

Hours past, the rain never let up, nor did he. His trainers were worried about him, asking him what he needed, what could they do. He just brushed them off, almost snapping at them at one point. He just wanted to be with himself. They eventually went home, leaving Raihan alone in his office.

He groaned again, hours later, leaning back in his chair. He was sure he was going to see letters floating around in his sleep. But of course, the moment he closed his eyes, there you were. He could never stop thinking about you. The picture from before popped up in his gaze, and he nearly growled, gritting his teeth. After a long yawn, he closed up Hammerlock stadium.

Weirdly enough, the rain felt nice. It was about four a.m. and no one was out. It was just the light from the streetlights, and the relaxing cold of rain. Idly, Raihan wondered where you were at. The party was in Hammerlocke, he just had no clue where. He stopped for a second, looking out into the wild area. How calm it looked, versus how alive it really was? Yeah, that was amazing to him. His hoodie had been treated for weather stuff, but the rest of him was soaked.

Why did he still chase after you? Why did he still want you so bad? Your hand in his would be amazing, yes, and so would a kiss. But if you didn’t feel the same way… How was he supposed to enjoy your presence anymore? He hit himself in the leg with his foot and continued moving. He wasn’t going to get anywhere like that.

His home was right above the vault, but what he didn’t expect was the large, grey Corviknight protecting a figure from the storm. Raihan picked up his gait in curiosity, and much to both his joy and his horror, there you were. You were passed out against your Corviknight’s legs, blue Sylveon in arms. The large bird Pokemon grunted in greeting as he approached, lightly shaking your shoulder.

“Hey… hey wake up.”

Your eyes fluttered open, and when you saw that the person above you was Raihan, your face broke into a huge smile.

“Raiiiihaaaaan!”

He would be lying if that paired with the grabby hands didn’t make his heart swell. He rolled his eyes, glad that the darkness hid his blush. “You’re drunk, aren’t you?”

“Definitely not.”

“Definitely are.”

“Noooooo~.” You snickered and he picked you up. Your delighted giggle and immediate snuggling into his form were enough to make his knees weak. He dragged your drunk ass up to his house, and plopped you on his couch with a towel. You had on the biggest smile that he’d ever seen though. Your Sylveon used her ribbons to dry your body and hair, while Corvi kept watch. Raihan also dried himself, sitting on the couch beside you. With a click, the fireplace under his tv lit up, and you gasped at it.

Your amazement with the fire was quickly tossed to the side when Raihan placed his signature hoodie around your shoulders. “Care to explain what you were doing there, missy?”

“Just wanted to see my dragon!” You purred. Raihan forgot how to breathe. Not the dragon. My dragon. He coughed, trying to hide his obvious fluster.

“I thought you were at a party.”

“Yah.”

“And you left?”

“Yah!”

“…To come here and see me?”

“Yep! I tried callin’ you but you didn’t pick up!” You pouted at him. ““s weird that you don’t pick up, ssssso I stayed to make sure you were okay!! ‘N then I fell asleep. And then you appeared! So it was all good, hehe.”

You beamed at him, and he just chuckled. “My phone was off, I’m sorry. Though, you could have come to the stadium.”

You stopped, obviously not realizing this very simple fact. Raihan laughed, a good genuine laugh at your very sudden, distraught face. Your cheeks puffed up, red with embarrassment, and you flopped over to the side. Almost immediately, you were asleep on his couch. Raihan grinned, watching your sleeping form accommodate for the Sylveon slipping under your arms. He stood, grabbing a blanket and draping it over you. He dimmed the lights, gently picked up your head and put a pillow on it, and sighed.

He leaned over, brushing the hair out of your beautiful face, and kissed your cheek. The little smile after the kiss, and the things you said before… Hell even the fact that you were here? That was why he kept chasing you. Even if it took months, even years, he’d still be chasing you. Because the feeling you gave him was so genuine it scared him. Raihan watched you smile in your sleep, cuddling into his jacket and your Sylveon. He turned, giving some scritches to your Corviknight, and went to sleep. It was hard to sleep, though, knowing that the smile you gave was meant for him and him alone.

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tera-91 · 4 years

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Strangers

Summary: Patton meets a familiar stranger

Pairing: Moxiety if you squint

Warnings: hints of homelessness, amnesia

word count: 1842

Patton stared into the window. The warm, orange light illuminated the gray, slush covered metal stairs under his thick boots. His breath, visible in the bitter cold air, had begun to fog up the glass. He should feel weird, scared, perhaps even concerned. Afterall here he was sitting on a cold, wet, fire escape with his back against the brick wall outside the window of the apartment of a virtual stranger.

‘Wow that sounds so creepy’ Patton thought as he took in the apartment’s décor. Despite being mostly cool shades of blues, purples, and blacks Patton could practically feel the warmth from the cushions and blankets that littered the room. He wasn’t a total stranger. At least to Patton he wasn’t, even if he didn’t know his name.

Patton had met him in a park one day. The man was nice, what caught his attention first was the purple hair that was visible under the hood. He sat on the bench next to Patton, closer than most people dared. The color of his hoodie almost matched the one that Patton had found left at a different park one day. Unlike the one he wore, the man’s had a protective body of leather. Patton had never seen a jacket that was leather with a cloth hood before, but he liked how it looked. Since that day Patton would periodically see the man, sometimes he would find random items on the bench.

One day he found a pair of gloves on the bench. They were different than anything that he had seen before. They were black with baby blue highlights on them. The palms had leather on them in places that it made it easier to grip things, there was also a heavier leather over the knuckles. The fingers had the option of being fingerless, he just had to pull the tip back, it fascinated him. Lastly, the back of the hand and up the wrist had extra fabric, it almost looked like scales. They certainly kept his hands warm.

About a week or so later Patton found a hat. He wasn’t sure what the exterior was made from. Whatever it was, the hat repelled water unlike the hood of his hoodie. The interior was lined with a soft material and warm. There were flaps on either side that covered his ears if he wanted it to. He was surprised that the flaps could hook up if it was too warm, he smiled as he realized they looked like cat ears.

Many times Patton had found food. He didn’t make the connection between the items or food with the man for a long time. He had been sitting on the bench again, trying to warm up in the sunlight, when the man sat next to him again. They had never spoken but after a few months they sat in comfortable silence. The man, as he usually did, left first. Patton noticed that the man picked up a white bag and placed it between them before he got up and left. Patton looked between his retreating form and the bag several times before he reached for it. Inside the bag was a turkey sandwich and several prepackaged snacks, including his favorite, nutter butters.

One day, on his way between parks Patton caught a glimpse of the man. He was carrying groceries in one hand as he seemed to talk on the phone before he made his up a small set of steps and into a building. Patton figured it probably was where the man lived and just kept walking. It wasn’t until two weeks later that he was walking between parks again and he saw the man exit the building that he knew for sure that was his building. After that he unconsciously found himself walking by every so often to and from his go to spots even if it wasn’t on the most direct route.

Tonight Patton had been run out of his crudely made nest area. Patton found himself wondering the streets trying to find another area to make a spot to settle down in. He turned a corner and turned down an ally. It took him a moment to realize that his was in the ally beside the man’s building. Patton looked around to see if there was any material that he could use to make an area to lay down. Unfortunately, there wasn’t anything that was particularly clean or comfortable looking. It wasn’t a warm enough night for Patton to just lay down and force himself to get some form of rest. He decided to climb the fire escape, maybe if he would get lucky and find something on the roof. Sometimes people would dry their laundry on the roofs of buildings. It was probably too cold to air dry things but maybe someone forgot something up there or moved out and abandoned something. He’s gotten lucky before.

He got to the third floor when something caught his eye. The blinds of the window were pulled up revealing the interior. What caught Patton’s attention was a pair of gloves that sat on a desk right next to the window. They almost looked identical to the pair he had on his hands but the ones on the desk in the apartment seemed unfinished. The next thing he noticed was a jacket thrown on the back of the chair that looked like the jacket the man always wore.

If the jacket was on the chair maybe the man was home. In the back of his mind he knew it was weird, it would probably be concerning if he were to walk in the room and see Patton at his window. Patton was tired and cold he couldn’t bring himself to really care. It was too cold to care about anything other than finding a warm place to sleep.

As Patton sat there he could feel himself start to drift off. He shouldn’t. It’s too cold. He almost missed the sound of the window as it slid up. “Are you going to sit there all night.” A voice asked. It was almost enchanting, Patton suppressed a giggle at the thought. The voice was deeper than Patton would have imagined but he couldn’t bring himself to question it as he looked up to see the familiar face.

The man was half out of the window, leaning against the frame. When Patton didn’t answer right away the man reached his hand out to Patton. “Come in, it’s freezing out here. You’re looking a little blue.” The man said. Patton knew he could be right. He had been out here for almost an hour, or at least that was his guess. Patton numbly stood up and let the man help him through the window.

The room was indeed warm, almost too warm for Patton. He stood there unsure what to do. He was in this person’s apartment. “Is there anything that would make you more comfortable?” He asked almost sensing Patton’s unease. Patton contemplated for a moment. Would it be weird?

“Could I take a shower?” Patton asked, uncertainty in his voice. The man looked at him for a moment before seemingly realizing what he said.

“Oh yea it’s this way.” The man walked out of the room and led Patton to the bathroom. He provided Patton with some clothes, which Patton could already tell they were going to be too big for him. Something was better than nothing anyway.

The hot water felt good on his frozen body, he finished washing up long ago but he just stood in the running water for as long as he could. He actually felt human again. Patton looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. He almost didn’t recognize himself. His hair was longer than he remembered, the curls went almost down to his shoulder in their wet state rather than framing his face. He lost weight, his once chubby cheeks seemed a bit more defined. Confusion in his blue eyes obvious to even himself. Who was the he that he was remembering? How old? When had he gotten like this?

Patton shook his head as he put the towel over his head and walked out into the hallway. It would take a little while for his hair to dry and he didn’t want to get cold again. The man was sitting on the couch in the living area. He stared into space as if in deep thought. Patton hoped the man wasn’t second guessing his decision to bring him inside, to let him use the shower. The more he thought about it the more Patton began to look around the room for his clothes. He should leave. He would if he could just find his clothes.

“They’re in the wash.” The man said as he turned to look at Patton.

“Huh?” Patton was confused.

“Your clothes. They’re in the wash. I figured while you were in the shower I could clean the clothes.” He said as he stood up. He turned and made his way into the small kitchen area. “Are you hungry? I have cut deli for sandwiches or if you would like I have soup in a can.” He asked as he glanced at Patton several times but no longer than a few seconds at a time.

Why doesn’t he want to look at me? “A sandwich is fine?” Patton said as he awkwardly sat on the couch. The man nodded as he began to grab various items. Patton looked around the room. It was somewhat sparsely decorated. A few moments later then man brought Patton the food and sat down beside him on the couch. It was very reminiscent of the many times they sat on the park bench.

“Why did you let me in?” Patton said in a low whisper, he almost thought the man didn’t hear him. That was until the man shifted to look at him.

“You are not a stranger to me as much as I am a stranger to you.” He said as he looked over Patton. The way he looked at him was different than everyone in the city looked at him. Patton didn’t feel like he was being judged. Then again he had just taken a shower and he was in clean clothes but the guy didn’t seem to looking at that. Patton couldn’t place the way the man was looking at him. Was it pity? Fear? Perhaps it was concern. What reason could the man have to be concerned about Patton?

The man stood up and made his way back into the kitchen with the now empty plates. That’s when Patton saw it. A lone picture on the table beside the couch that had been hidden behind the man.

The picture was of the man but there was another person in the picture. The person had bright blue curly hair. Patton ran his fingers through his hair. He looked down at the tips of his hair between his fingers. A little faded but they were still blue.

“Virgil?”

@tinkslittlebelle @teacupfulofstarshine @random-name-here @kindly-falling @xx-fandom-potato-xx @sylveon-lover-crazyfangirl1415 @sandersfander1820 @downrightdanny @i-do-not-dislike-fudge @not-so-innocent-bi-sander @princeanxious @sammys-ghostz @nope-not-more @moltengoldenstardust @coolerthan-a-vintagecassette @j-d-lightful @could-always-be-gayer-2 @altruistic-skittles @c4t1l1n4 @dutifullystrangequeerdom @i-read-by-lamp @thatcacidork @bigfirecreator @badluckkaren @eternal-optimists-world

#sanders sides #human au #patton sanders #virgil sanders #tera-91

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asksilvaantrum · 4 years

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(tales-of-ventum) Sapphire @ Ellowyn: "I-I'm so sorry! M-my friend doesn't.. I-I mean.. H-here! Please have my t-towel to dry off..." The panicking vulpix hands the sylveon a towel with a sky pattern on it, apologizing and running back to her tent.

“ Easy, kiddo. “ huffed the Sylveon, moving a paw over his head once. “ Atleast I didn’t suffer as that GardevMWHF?? “ biting back a squeak of surprise, the Sylveon could do no more but stare at the fleeing Vulpix, who had near literally thrown her towel at his face.

“ ... T-thanks?? “

#answered asks #pokewaterpark2020 #ch: ellowyn #Anonymous

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Pink Macarons

A Pokemon oneshot. Also can be read on ffnet here.

Summary: Who needs a man on Valentine’s Day? After the events of XYZ, Serena and her friends try out the new livestreaming feature on Pokévision, whilst trying to make the most of a difficult holiday by baking and hanging out together. Onesided Amour and onesided PoffleShipping.

“I can’t figure out how to do it!” Serena moaned as she fiddled with the equipment setup. “I don’t know if it’s the laptop or the camera!”

“Let Shauna do it,” Miette said. “She’s the only one of us to have used the new livestream feature before. We need you with food prep anyway.”

Food prep, at this point, was mostly done, thanks to the work Serena had done earlier. Every counter in the Pokémon Center kitchen was covered in all the ingredients needed for baking: sugar, moo moo butter, flour, and lots and lots of berries. Every spot that wasn’t had equipment like mixers and bowls.

“Yeah, I don’t remember how to cut the Qualot Berry so that it looks pretty,” Nini said, struggling with a paring knife.

Serena gratefully abandoned the filming setup to help Nini as Shauna, wiping her hands on her apron, took her place.

“If you can’t do that, you can always just cover it in chocolate and call it a day,” Serena said as she demonstrated, leaving a perfectly carved rose. “And remember to save these little bits for your Pokémon! Nobody likes waste.”

There was a little scrap pile going of edible berry bits that Serena was going to give to Pancham later. Delphox was the only one of her Pokémon out at the moment as Pancham couldn’t be trusted during the cooking process and Sylveon would likely be jumpy around this lively group of girls. Not to mention that with four girls in the room, space was already limited.

“Okay, save the little gems of wisdom for when we’re actually on the air,” Miette said sarcastically as she managed to sculpt a berry rose just as Serena had.

“I’ve got it!” Shauna exclaimed as she stepped away from the laptop.

“Wait, we’re live now?” Serena squeaked.

“Yep!” Shauna waved into the camera. “Hi, Serena’s audience! Happy Galentine’s Day!”

“No, no, I have to introduce—excuse me, Nini—us and what we’re doing!”

Serena scooted past Nini, placing the paring knife on the kitchen island behind her as she scrambled to join Shauna in front of the camera.

“Hi, I’m Serena! And this is my partner Delphox,” Serena said, gesturing in the background to where Delphox was washing the last of the berries. “And today—”

“On Galentine’s Day,” Shauna inserted.

“On Valentine’s Day, I have a special treat for you! My first ever livestream! And my friends Shauna, Miette, and Nini are all here to help me out. Their socials are in the information tab below—and they’re all great Pokémon Performers, so you should follow them if you don’t already. Thanks to everyone who saw my post on Fletchat today and is tuning in! Today, we have a Q and A planned where you can ask me and my friends questions while we bake for Valentine’s Day!”

Miette gave Serena a sympathetic look. “Serena, you’re talking really fast. Seems like you’re nervous.”

Serena gave the camera a big, cheesy smile and said with the utmost confidence: “I am!”

Miette shook her head and went back to working with the berries.

“I’ll be doing most of the moderating,” Shauna said, coming back in front of the camera, “so let me see those questions! Oh, here’s one. What are we baking, gals?”

“Everything,” Miette said.

“We’re making Poké Puffs and macarons,” Serena answered, ignoring Miette. “And we’ll be giving tips throughout the broadcast for those at home who are interested!”

“And for us,” Nini added. “Serena’s a much better pâtissière than we are.”

“Oh, you guys, I don’t know about that!” Serena said, trying to fight off her blush. “Anyway, for Valentine’s Day, we’re making everything pink and romantic. So that means heart-shaped macarons and beautifully decorated Poké Puffs.”

“Del phox del!”

“Oh, and we’ll be doing some taste tests too.”

“Serena, why don’t you let them know what we’re working on right now?”

“Good idea, Shauna! So, Miette and Nini are working on sculpting some fruit to make pretty toppings for the Poké Puffs—if you want a video on that, I can make one—and I have our macaron batter here! Delphox, can you hand me the Persim Berries and the pink towel?”

“Delphox!”

“If you want to use food dye to color your batter, you can, but I prefer to use more natural ingredients,” Serena explained as she took the items from Delphox. “If you put Persim Berries in bright sunlight, even after being picked, they become very rich in color. Then you can put them in a towel like this, and wring them out to get a very bright juice!”

Serena demonstrated putting a few berries in the cloth and twisting it. Dark pink juice bled from the towel and into the bowl that the berries had been in, and Serena showed it to the camera before pouring it into the white macaron batter.

“Persim Berries don’t have a lot of flavor,” Nini added. “So you don’t have to worry about your food tasting weird when you use it.”

“Very true, Nini. With macarons, all you have to worry about is that you don’t water down the texture too much, so start with a little bit. And you can always reduce the juice on the stove so that it’s more potent. Just make sure it cools down all the way first, because you don’t want to deflate your egg whites!”

As Serena folded the batter, Shauna was scrolling through comments on Pokévision and Fletchat, looking for questions.

“Aw, this is sweet,” Shauna cooed. “How can four lovely girls such as yourselves be without dates on Valentine’s Day? I’d take any of you out. Thank you so much!”

“Well, now seems like a nice time for a reminder that not everyone is alone on Valentine’s Day because they failed to get a date,” Nini said. “Some of us either don’t want a date today or maybe don’t want a date ever.”

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s the case for all of us,” Miette drawled. “Right, Serena?”

“Hmm?” Serena asked, a blush rising to her face as she reached for a piping bag. “Um, sure. Everyone’s different.”

Serena knew that Miette was just trying to get a rise of her—like always. She should have expected that live TV wouldn’t make her behave any differently. But Serena had a job to do here, and Miette’s antics weren’t going to steer her off-course.

“So when your batter is this consistency just scoop it into your piping bag and make sure you have a sheet tray ready,” Serena said, steering the conversation back to what she was doing.

“Ooh, Shauna, you’re not reading out the good stuff,” Miette said, leaning over Shauna’s shoulder to read the live feed. “LuvdiscLuver—very Valentinesy name, I approve—wants to know if there’s anyone Serena wishes she were out with tonight.”

“Hahahaha,” Serena barked, the laugh coming out completely unnatural. “I, uh, I love my girls, so I couldn’t be happier here baking with them.”

“Lies!” Miette got her face close up to the camera and pointing accusingly at Serena. “There is definitely someone Serena would rather be with, and I know who it is.”

Shauna shook her head at Miette and Nini, poked her on the shoulder. “It’s not your business to talk about that,” she whispered.

“Ooh, the comments are really coming in now!” Shauna said, scanning as the comments went flying by. “Everyone wants to know your crush, Serena!”

“Are you sure they don’t want to know how to shape macarons into hearts?” Serena asked, tilting the camera down so that the people could see what was happening on her sheet tray—rather than the boiling blush on her face. “If some of them don’t turn out perfect, just make sure to put that one on the bottom of your finished product!”

“Okay, Serena doesn’t have to tell you all that,” Shauna said, crouching down to get into the camera’s frame. “But to get back at Miette, I’ll tell you that she has a crush on the same person Serena does!”

Shauna gasped dramatically, putting a hand in front of her mouth as she looked at Miette and scurried out of frame.

Miette grabbed the camera and jerked it back up so it was right at eye-level. “Yep, that’s the truth; thanks, Shauna. One thing you all don’t know about Serena—she has great taste in guys. So of course I like the same one.”

Serena looked down at her macarons. They were hardly the best ones she’d ever done—most of them would qualify as bottom-halves, if that were possible. She could only hope that all the distractions hadn’t messed up the recipe. Macarons required such a specific finish, it would be obvious immediately if something went wrong.

At least Delphox was keeping things on track. She’d already rinsed out the bowl that the batter had been in and was reaching to do the same with the pastry bag.

“Okay,” Serena said. “I’m just going to slip these in the oven and then we can move on to our PokéPuff batter! Girls?”

Serena was going for a neutral vanilla base with pink sprinkles and a custard-like sour Colbur Berry topping. Then the girls would make them almost look like fruit tarts, putting the beautifully cut berries on top. All four of the girls knew how to make PokéPuffs by heart, and were able to get together the ingredients for this particular version of Serena’s with machine-like precision. Serena was weighing the dry ingredients, Miette measuring the wet, and Nini was juicing the Colbur berries.

“Wow, you guys are getting a lot of questions,” Shauna mused as she grated a little bit of the pink flesh of the spiky berries to add a bit of Valentine’s pink to the PokéPuffs.

“I have a link to my blog post about this recipe in the description,” Serena said. She’d written the post up that day and used pictures from her practice batches. If Pokémon Performing didn’t go her way, she could always be a food blogger.

“No, not about that—though you girls are doing great,” Shauna said absently as the wet and dry ingredients were combined. “No, people want to know how you two can stay friends when you have a crush on the same boy.”

Serena—whose face had finally returned to its even, beige complexion—could feel herself flushing again. When she’d said she wanted the livestream to be pink-themed, she hadn’t thought her face would be a part of it. Though, she was sure that Miette would use it as an excuse for her behavior.

“Well, it’s not serious for me,” Miette said, answering first since Serena had taken over the batter and Nini was handling the topping. “I mean, I like this guy. He’s cute, kind, and skilled. He ticks the boxes, you know? But I don’t honestly know him that well. I can recognize that and know that my feelings for my friend, Serena, are more important than a little crush on some guy.”

Serena looked up from where she’d been staring intently at the batter that she, frankly, was beginning to over-mix now that she’d put the sprinkles in. She blinked at Miette, surprised to hear such a mature response.

“Here, lemme take that,” Miette said, grabbing the bowl from Serena and beginning to dole the mixture out into a greased cupcake tin. That left Serena on screen with Nini mixing away in the background.

“Um, well, it’s different for me,” Serena started nervously. She couldn’t forget the fact that she wasn’t just in a room with her four friends and her Pokémon. There were thousands of concurrent viewers right now, watching as she floundered for the perfect words. “You could say…it’s more serious for me. I know this guy really well and I’ve liked him for a long time. But like Miette said, that’s different from our friendship. I mean, she teases me about it, and maybe it seems like she doesn’t care, but I trust her enough to know that she wouldn’t betray me or do something that would really hurt me.”

“What would you do if one of you were to start dating this mystery guy, someone wants to know?” Shauna asked.

“I’d get over it,” Miette said, popping her head back in frame as she finished up with the PokéPuffs. “Always more Goldeen in the sea.”

“Serena?” Shauna prompted.

“I haven’t really thought about it,” Serena said honestly. “Realistically, I mean. Because, in reality, I don’t think he’s ready to date either of us. Or anyone. I mean, maybe I tell myself that just because he didn’t show much interest in me, even after the signs I gave him.”

Serena avoided eye contact with the girls. She still hadn’t told any of them about their one kiss. Knowing Ash, he could have missed all the smaller signs she’d given him…but she didn’t believe even he could mistake what that kiss had meant for her.

“I don’t believe that,” Shauna said, jumping in next to Serena. “Look, we all know this guy. And, for all his good points, which Miette pointed out, I think we can all agree that he’s not boyfriend material quite yet. He’s not ready. Right, Nini?”

Nini looked up. “Um…let’s just say he’s the type you have to be patient with.”

“And I’m not that patient,” Miette said. “So in the event that Serena and what’s-his-face end up together, I’m going to give her a big congratulations. You win.”

Just then, the timer for the macarons went off and Serena scrambled to turn it off, not wanting the sound to be too irritating on the livestream.

“How are they looking, Delphox?” she asked.

“Del, del!”

Delphox reached in and pulled out the sheet tray, and Serena could see the perfect feet that the macarons had formed. They might not be shaped impeccably, but at least they’d cooked well.

“That’s perfect,” Nini, said. “Now we can put in the PokéPuffs!”

Nini did just that as Delphox set out the macaron halves to cool and Serena started on the buttercream filling, able to do it completely by muscle memory.

“Aw, Serena, look at this comment,” Shauna said. “It says: Don’t worry, Serena. Relationships are all about timing. This guy might be the guy for you, or Miette, in parenthesis, but today wasn’t the day. Maybe tomorrow or next Valentine’s Day.”

“That’s so nice,” Serena said, touched to find that her fans were such lovely people. “I’d be lying if I didn’t say I hope you’re right.”

Delphox had been fanning a sheet pan over the macarons, quickening their cool-down process. Miette touched one of the cookies and declared, “I think they’re cool enough to pipe now!”

Serena had just started scooping the buttercream into a fresh piping bag when Shauna came over and bumped her on the hip. “I’ll do this part, Serena. You should read what people are saying to you for a minute. They’re your fans!”

Since this was Serena’s first livestream, she was surprised to see how quickly the chat was flying by. It was hard to grab onto any one thing to respond to, but it was touching to see how many people were watching and cared enough to write in. There were messages about the food, people saying they were fans of the other girls, and lots of people grateful for the stream, as they didn’t have any Valentines plans themselves. They didn’t feel so lonely, because they felt a kinship with Serena and her friends.

Serena couldn’t help but think of Valentine’s Days passed as she imagined all the people at home watching her stream. Last Valentine’s Day, Serena had been traveling with Ash, Clemont, and Bonnie. It had been lovely to be with Ash, of course, though it wasn’t exactly in the way she might have hoped. And every year before that, she’d been alone with her mother, wishing that she was with Ash, or someday would be. Funny how when she finally was, it ended up being so different from her imagination.

Really, it felt like her first real Valentine’s Day was this one. Even if she didn’t have a date, this was the first time she was doing anything to celebrate. And everyone at home was celebrating along with her.

“You know what, I want to answer that first question honestly,” Serena declared suddenly.

“Which one?” Shauna asked

“The first one Miette asked—”

“Geez, that was, like, half an hour ago!”

“Regardless,” Serena said. “The one about who I wish I was with tonight. The truth is that I feel a bit sad that I’m not with the guy I have a crush on. I feel a bit lonely, like I’m seeing a lot of you at home feel. But you know what? I think I would probably feel a bit lonely if I were on a dream date with him too. I think that’s just something that people feel. But what I said before was the truth too: I couldn’t be happier to be with my gal pals tonight, enjoying Galentine’s Day.”

Shauna grinned. “Yeah! Galentine’s Day!”

“Or Palentine’s or whatever it is for you,” Serena continued. “Any day that reminds us of our connections with other people, and Pokémon,” Serena added, sparing a look at Delphox, “and encourages us to spend time with them is a good day. But it’s just what you make of it.”

“And we,” Nini said, bringing the finished macarons into the picture, “are making the finest desserts in Kalos tonight.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Serena started, only to be cut off by Miette plopping one in her mouth.

“No, she’s right. Fuck, Serena, these are amazing!”

“Miette!” Serena exclaimed. “You can’t say that!”

Miette wiped a bit of frosting off the corner of her mouth and winked at the camera. “Oops.”

“Seriously, Miette, they could strike my channel!”

“Nothing to be done now!”

“Okay!” Shauna said, pushing in front of the other girls. “I think that’s the end of our stream! Thanks to Serena for hosting all of us, and make sure you check out everyone’s links in the description below. Sorry you all couldn’t see us assemble the PokéPuffs, but rest assured that we will, and then we’ll eat all of them until the only pain we have is in our stomachs. Everyone, have a fantastic Galentine’s Day and we’ll see you all next time! Bye!”

Only Nini managed to join in waving to the camera before Shauna ended the broadcast with a sigh.

“Well, that’s that.”

“Why did you end the broadcast there?” Serena asked. “Shouldn’t I have said something to everyone? What if there were more comments we needed to respond to?”

“Sorry, I just figured we’d better end things before Miette decided to say anything else.”

“I really am sorry, Serena,” Miette said, in a tone that made it difficult for Serena to tell if she was being truthful or not. “These are just some really effing good macarons. For real.”

“If that’s the case…” Nini reached over and grabbed one, giving it a once over. Despite the uneven heart shape, the cookie had the same coloring all the way through, looking perfectly cooked all the way around. When she popped it into her mouth, she couldn’t help but moan. “Oh yeah. We’re definitely gonna eat these until our stomachs hurt.”

Serena was unable to hide a grin as any irritation she felt towards Miette or Shauna evaporated. She just loved feeding people good food.

“Just you wait until the PokéPuffs are ready,” Serena said, pulling out a berry that looked like a large lima bean. “I got us some Micle berries. They’re pretty rare, but they have this incredible flavor that makes your mouth just pucker like when you’re drinking a dry wine. Squeezing just a bit of them on top of my PokéPuffs is my secret weapon.”

“God, how can you be making me hungry while I’m already eating?” Shauna asked, digging into the macarons as well.

“Ugh, why aren’t they ready yet?” Nini complained.

Serena shrugged. “Guess we’ll just have to spend all day together.”

The girls looked at each other, smiling. Yeah, maybe it would have been nice to be in a nice romantic restaurant across from Ash, holding hands and eating expensive food. But beyond that possibility, Serena was so thankful for the reality of her best girl friends here with her on this February fourteenth, doing something they all loved, together.

That was really a happy Valentine’s day.

FIN

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