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Weaving Princess’ Right Hand Chapter 3

Apologies for the inactivity. Life’s been a bit hectic. On the brightside, I have five chapters of this done with a sixth on the way.

Green eyes rolled as Ukitake remained in his seat. “I wish I could say the same.”

The comment was brushed off as Aizen moved next Tousen. He nudged his head, motioning for Tousen to leave the room. Nodding, Tousen left, waiting outside to make sure no one intruded.

Aizen sat across from Ukitake, studying him. He cleaned up well as sharp. The white purified an already pure canvas as green eyes popped with cold intrigue. As did the bruise grazing the side of his face.

“I suppose you’re wondering why you’re here.”

“I mean, it’s not everyday I get plucked from my barracks and spirited away to the heart of Hollow territory.” Ukitake stated. “So, yes, I am a little curious.” Leaning forward, he snidely chuckled. “The better question is, how much will you really tell me?”

Smirking, Aizen patted Ukitake’s head. “As much as I feel is necessary. Which, at the present moment, is nothing.”

Ukitake swatted the hand away, only to find it curled beneath his chin. For someone so frail and in a position of imprisonment, it amazed Aizen that he wasn’t detoured by Aizen’s presence. Even as he released a small dose of his spiritual pressure.

“I’ll be sure to have miss Inoue patch that little bruise up.” Aizen sighed. “I hope that wasn’t from one of my Espada.”

“That depends. Is one of your Espada a black haired, pony tailed girl with a masked left eye?” Ukitake rolled his eyes. “She wasn’t too thrilled that ‘another ugly peasant’ was being brought in for Lord Aizen.”

Loly. He shouldn’t be too surprised that she was the culprit. Her loyalty was appreciating. However, her loyalty was needlessly violent at times. So Aizen knew he was going to have to address it. Especially since Ukitake wouldn’t retaliate due to her being relatively young.

“She is not,” Aizen stated, “but I will talk to her while Orihime fixes you up.” He shrugged. “In the meantime, I’d like to make your stay more comfortable.”

“You can start by letting me go.” Ukitake swatted at Aizen’s hand. “Next, I want you to promise no harm will come to Orihime Inoue. You will not hurt her. Or allow anyone to for that matter. If you truly feel the need to ‘punish’ her, direct at me instead.”

An eyebrow raised as Aizen smirked. Prioritizing someone over himself was in character for Ukitake. However, such a request was impressive. Being so willing to take punishments for her was admirable. Not too out of character, but a surprising declaration nonetheless.

“That’s not what I was expecting.” Aizen admitted. “Here I thought you’d ask for accommodations. Like an elevated bed or necessary medical equipment. Maybe a little pond. Or being released, which I would sadly have to deny.”

“It would be foolish of me to ask that. For me or miss Inoue.” His head tilted slightly. “Playing the long game will be key. Whether that means we’re stuck here indefinitely or eventually rescued. As such, I’d rather secure her safety over having my needs met.”

Aizen smirked. “I can do my best to keep Orihime unharmed. I’m too curious about her abilities to want to do her harm. While I cannot guarantee everyone will follow suit, you have my word that she’ll be safe.”

Standing up, Aizen paced around the room. “I’ll also be accommodating your various… temperaments. In the meantime, I have a few ground rules of my own.”

He took a seat next Ukitake, studying him. Aizen’s hand gently ran through Ukitake’s hair, seeing if he could get a reaction. Ukitake kept a sharp expression, not looking at Aizen as a subtle shutter fluttered.

“Unlike Miss Inoue, you won’t have the same freedoms. Unless expressly ordered, you aren’t allowed out of your room. If I’m not the one to retrieve you, Tousen or Starrk will. Orihime will provide healing when needed, but any major medical procedures will be overseen by me or.” His hand landed on Ukitake’s shoulder. “I promise to keep you safe. Provided you don’t do anything reckless.”

Ukitake didn’t react, keeping his attention off of Aizen. Instead, he stood up, walking over to a nearby window, and crossed his arms. The dull, grim landscape outside stretched for miles. 

Escape was out of the question. Not that he knew where to go if he did. He didn’t have the energy presently to attempt. Nor could he be so selfish, knowing he wasn’t Aizen’s only prisoner.

“I accept your terms.”

Aizen smirked, puzzled as he stood up. “I’m surprised you’re not being more rebellious about this. I know you’re not as battle crazed as Zaraki or as enthusiastic as Renji, but I was expecting more of a fight from one of Genryusai Yamamoto’s protégés.”

“I could, but I know it would get me nowhere.” Ukitake flexed his right hand. “Mountains never falter when winds blow. They remain ever so still. Unscathed by the world.” For a moment, he glanced at Aizen. “The same could be said about your pride. Fighting against it will get me nowhere.”

An arm landed on Ukitake’s shoulder, causing him to jolt. As much as he didn’t mind certain people getting in his space, Aizen was not one of those people. Especially with the condescending kindness and faux friendliness plastered on his grinning face.

“I appreciate your cooperation. I might just spare your drunkard of a lover as a reward.” Emerald eyes sharply shot at Aizen. “You don’t hide it that well. You may gave fooled most of the captains, but I saw how fondly he looks at you. How receptive he is to your health.”

He got no rebuttal. No emotionally offended tirade. No physical retaliation. The restraint that Ukitake kept was admirable.

He was like ice. Stagnant and unwavering. He didn’t want to give Aizen a reaction, which amused him.

“You must be exhausted. By now, Ulquiorra and should have your room cleaned.” Aizen’s hand moved to Ukitake’s back before resting beside Aizen. “I expect you to get some rest. You’re going to have quite the test and will need all of the energy you can muster. But before you go, I know Orihime snuck into your quarters without myexpressed permission.” A fist swung at Ukitake, hitting the side of his face. “That is your punishment.”

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Weaving Princess’ Right Hand Chapter 1

Trying another Bleach fic. This time, focusing on an au where Orihime isn’t the only prisoner in Hueco Mundo. Possible ShunUki (Shunsui x Ukitake) in future chapters.

“Let’s just say, he’s a key component of research. A little secret that could be exploited in the right hands if manipulated properly. And unlike Orihime, I require first hand experience. Experience that I don’t trust anyone else to monitor.“

Orihime wasn’t the only prisoner in Hueco Mundo. Though his motives remain a mystery, Aizen decides to forcefully invite Ukitake.

Knowing they’re both hostages in this situation, Ukitake promises to do whatever he can to protect Orihime. Offering her a friend in such a turbulent situation.

However, his kindness may become a punishment as Aizen decides to exploit it.

The light tapping of footsteps echoed through Hueco Mundo. Approaching the throne room, Tousen carried an array of items, including a used syringe and an empty tray. Aizen was sitting on his throne reading something, setting it aside when he noticed Tousen.

“How is he?”

“Better.” Tousen tossed the syringe away. “We may not have the same resources as Squad Four, but we managed.” He handed the tray to Wonderweiss to have it dealt with. “However, I did have to sedate him as Ulquiorra restrained him.” Shaking his head, Tousen folded his arms. “For someone so sickly, I’m surprised he’s so stubborn.”

“With his training, I’m not surprised. The head captain isn’t soft and he’s one half of the original set.”

“So I’ve heard.”

Pacing around the room, Tousen checked on a few reports. What was being done with Luppi’s remains, how the Gillians were doing, and Grimmjow’s recovery were all things that were being logged.

“Though I must admit, I’m curious.” Tousen admitted. “Of all the captains you could have captured, why him? Given his history, I doubt he’d want to help our cause. Especially if he finds out about Kaien’s fate in relation to Aaroniero.”

“I can understand your reservations. Bringing him of all people here is pretty unusual.” Aizen leaned forward. “His role will be paramount, even if I’m not looking to recruit him. Consider him… a test subject. A guinea pig if you will.”

“What do you mean?”

Aizen stood up, stretching his legs as he moved around the room. “Let’s just say, he’s a key component of my research. A little secret that could be exploited in the right hands if manipulated properly. And unlike Orihime, I require first hand experience. Experience that I don’t trust anyone else to monitor.”

“Understood. Speaking of, are you sure you want her out and about?”

“She’s monitored. Besides,” Aizen stood by a window, “even if she somehow managed to get away from her chaperone, she has no where to go.”

~

How she managed to stray away from Starrk was a stroke of luck. Though she probably wouldn’t get far, nor would she know where to go, it was a relief to have a moment to herself. For now, she wouldn’t take it for granted as she enjoy the temporary space and curiously explored the area.

So far, she hadn’t discovered much. Or, rather, not much she could say intrigued her. The silence was eerily suffocating. The dark, monotoned halls, hypnotizing.

Yet, something drew her deeper into Los Noches. A buzzing echo in the air and a sickly aura called out to her. Following it brought her to a room guarded by an Arrancar. The sound of muffled coughing seeped through the door as she hid behind a pillar to investigate.

Once the coughing ceased, the door opened. Ulquiorra emerged, red blotches on his coat. He shook his head with an annoyed sigh.

“The room will need to be cleaned as I get our guest in a more presentable state for Lord Aizen.” Ulquiorra stated. “I’ll be back shortly with a cleaning crew and a change of clothes. Make sure no one enters or leaves this room until I get back.”

“Understood.” The guarding Arrancar stiffly replied.

Ulquiorra nodded, silently excused himself, walking down the opposing hallway that Orihime was in. Once he was out of sight, she felt a sense of grim curiosity, wondering who was hidden in that room. Especially since they were visited by Ulquiorra personally and required surveillance.

“What are you doing here? This area is off limits.”

Orihime jumped, realizing she had been spotted by the guard. “Oh, I, uh, got lost.”

“I see.” The guard approached her. “Then allow me to help you.”

Not wanting to leave just yet, she stepped back. An awkward chuckle escaped as she continued to focus on the door.

“Um… actually…”

Another muffled cough distracted both of them. The guard grumbled something under his breath. A subtle curse as the coughing quickly subsided.

“I know I’m not supposed to let anyone see the prisoner, but do you think you can do something about this? It’s so annoying and I doubt Master Aizen wants this to continue.”

Orihime nodded. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Good.” The guard paused, scanning the area. “I can let you in. But not for long. Assuming nothing distracts him, it’ll probably take Ulquiorra ten minutes to gather who and what he needs to work on the prisoner. I can give you five minutes. Six if we’re lucky.”

“Understood.”

Nodding, the guard approached the door and unlocked it. Slowly, and as silently as possible, he opened the door, tilting his head to signal the coast was clear. Accepting the invitation, Orihime quietly shuffled into the room.

Once she was in, the guard closed the door. Before identifying the prisoner, Orihime inspected the room. Polished wood floors were stained with blood droplets. Long strains of pale hair snaked and circled on the ground as white fabric loosely blanketed spots on the floor.

“Ori… hime?”

Orihime shuttered, not expecting to hear her name. Focusing on the imprisoned occupant, brown eyes widened. Hunched over and weakly clinging to a bed for support, green eyes frantically scanned Orihime.

“Captain Ukitake?!”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64096363/chapters/164455168

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Are You Okay (a ShunsuixUkitake fic)

Trying my hand at Bleach fics since my interest for it is creeping back in. And while I could have retried an old idea, I thought I’d try my hand at a ShunUki sickfic.

Cleaning the floors wasn’t on the days itinerary. But with the floors looking like the prelude to a crime scene, it was necessary. Blood splattered on the floor, collected in one central spot as smaller splatters lead to the door.

Another coughing fit attacked Ukitake. This time during a meeting with Yamamoto about a recent Hollow occurrence he had while helping out some members of Squad Six. Squad Four was quick to respond, taking Ukitake to get immediate medical attention.

What made this case worse, was the fact that they suspected a cracked rib or two. Which would have only stressed his already fragile lungs further. He was also starting to show signs of a cold. With luck, recovery wouldn’t be long, but he was going to be sore, tired, and out of commission for a while.

Shunsui offered to help clean up the mess. It was the least he could do to help Yamamoto. It would also give Ukitake some peace of mind when the eventual guilt would set in.

It was never easy to watch, knowing there wasn’t anything they could do about it. His worse episodes really shaking people, regardless if it’s the first or hundredth time seeing it. Even now, as Shunsui looked at the bloodstained rag he used to clean up, it still caused his anxiety to spike.

“I should probably go check on him.” Shunsui mused, scratching the back of his head. “I would hate for Jūshirō to wake up without someone to keep him company.”

“It never gets any easier, does it?”

“Unfortunately, it can’t really be helped.” Shunsui started heading for the door. “Poor guy’s been pushing through it for centuries.”

“How are you handling it?”

Shunsui paused, a little confused. “I suppose I’m fine. I’m not the one hacking up a lung in the medical wing. So, I’d consider that a win.” He flashed a quick smile. “Why do you ask?”

“I can’t imagine that seeing him like this is particularly pleasant given how long you’ve known each other.” Yamamoto approached. “I’m worried that it’s taking a toll on you as much as it is on him. Having seen him like this so often, I doubt it has left you mentally unscathed.”

“I’m fine. Really.”

Before he could take a step out the door, a hand landed on Shinsui’s shoulder, causing the captain to shutter. “Jūshirō can wait. We need to talk.”

~

Relocating to a nearby garden, the duo found themselves in a reasonably private area. Yamamoto sat on a bench while Shunsui opted to sit on the grass.

“I know this isn’t easy on you. Seeing him like this.” Yamamoto observed. “I’m equally as disturbed by it, if a little less so on a personal level.”

“I appreciate the concern,” Shunsui acknowledged, “but I really think Jūshirō would appreciate this concern more. He’s the one living through this on a daily basis.”

“And you’ve witnessed it countless times for centuried. Are you okay?”

Shunsui leaned back, lying on the ground with his hands under his head. As the unaffected party, it felt odd being asked this. Not because the concern was unwarranted or unappreciated, but because it had never come up before.

“Why the sudden inquiry? Not that I’m complaining, but it seems odd to ask now. Instead of any time prior.”

“Jūshirō’s condition is as unpredictable as it is violent. It requires so much attention, that we don’t tend to think about how it affects those who watch it.” Yamamoto’s shoulders lowered. “I’m guilty of this myself. I know you’ve experienced this more than anyone else in the Soul Society. Yet, I’ve never stopped to consider how deeply it affects you.”

A silent pause responded as Shunsui formulated his thoughts. Clouds hovered above them, moving ever so gently. A faint breeze brushed passed Shunsui, swaying his hat slightly.

“It’s downright horrifying.” He admitted. “You’d think after all these years, it’d get easier. At the very least, not nearly as frightening.” He kicked a leg over the other, bending it slightly. “I know there’s only so much we can do, and he has it managed to the best of his ability. But,” he flinched, his mind going to an unsavory thought, “there are days when I’m afraid that I’ll wake up to find him on the floor. Dead. Covered in his own blood because his lungs finally gave out.”

Another quiet pause emerged. It wasn’t a pleasant thought. But he’d be lying if he said it never occurred to him. Ukitake, despite his health, wasn’t weak. He was serious when necessary. Kind when it counted. He was a fighter.

But he wasn’t invulnerable. He could get hurt. He could get sick. He could even die if things got that bad. It felt like a miracle that Ukitake hadn’t yet seeing as how his bad days putting him out of commission for days at a time.

Ukitake’s condition put a lot of stress on Ukitake, physically and mentally. That much was certain. And similar to Yamamoto, how it affected Shunsui on a regular basis, wasn’t something Shunsui thought about often. Or, rather, choose to avoid it.

So, as tough as it was to admit how it bothered him was relieving. There weren’t many people he felt comfortable talking to about it. Actually telling Ukitake himself, even less so. Shunsui could appreciate that Yamamoto opened the conversation. Despite the urge to ignore it.

“I assume you haven’t told him.” Yamamoto noted.

“Of course not. He feels bad enough as it is every time he has an attack. I don’t want him feeling any worse because I feel powerless and terrified.”

“That’s very admirable of you. Though, I do worry that suppressing how you feel will hurt you more than it’ll help him.” Pausing, Yanamoto let out a deflated sigh. “You should tell him.” Yamamoto stood up as Shunsui sat up, puzzled. “Jūshirō isn’t so naïve to believe his condition hasn’t affected others in some capacity. He’s too aware of its volatility to assume otherwise.”

Shunsui stood up. “Now’s not exactly the best time. He’s not exactly in the best condition at the moment.”

“He’s not so fragile that your honesty will make him worse. By now, he’s probably back in his quarters on bedrest.” Yamamoto’s head tilted slightly. “Go. He needs the company.”

~

“I’m sorry for making you clean up after me. I don’t know what came over me.”

“You have nothing to apologize for. The attacks aren’t predictable.”

Snow white hair twisted and tangled as Shunsui crafted a style for Ukitake’s hair. Braiding it seemed to be the plan as a loose braid began to form. Despite the natural elements and previous stress, Ukitake’s hair was still surprisingly soft.

Playing with his hair was cathartic. It felt like silk as it slithered through his fingers. Shunsui let out a heavy sigh as he tied the braid off with a black headband. A coarse hand lightly ran down the braid as the other held on to it.

“Your handiwork is lovely.” Ukitake complemented, tenderly moving the braid over his shoulder.

“Thank you.” Shunsui replied. “Your hair’s such a beautifully pure canvas that it deserves only the best craftsman.”

Arms wrapped around Ukitake’s shoulders as Shunsui rested his head on top of Ukitake’s. The scent of vanilla faintly welcomed him. Ukitake’s shoulders felt thin. Not quite boney, but thin enough to feel like one wrong move would break them. Getting him to eat would be important if Ukitake was going to start getting his strength back.

“Are you okay?” Ukitake inquired.

Shunsui huffed, tightening the hug slightly “Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You seem… off.” Ukitake shrugged. “Did Yamamoto lecture you?”

“No.”

“Nanao mad at you?”

Shunsui chuckled. “Not today.”

Ukitake deflated, dropping his shoulders. “Is it because I’m so sick all of the time?”

Shunsui stiffened. Sensing that something was off, Ukitake wriggled around so he could turn and fact Shunsui. Weary eyes met puzzled ones as Ukitake flashed a faux smile.

“It’s okay if it is.” Ukitake tried to assure. “It’s not pleasant, and I know I can be-”

He was interrupted by a coughing fit. Covering his mouth, Ukitake tried his best to suppress it, praying it wouldn’t last long. Hunching forward, Ukitake decreased the risk of coughing on Shunsui further.

Breathing was coarse, but managed to work its way through the coughing. However, the risk of coughing up blood again, concerned Ukitake. If he couldn’t get it under control, he would be put under observation for longer. Which Ukitake wanted to avoid after being released only an hour or so ago.

With his attention fixated on it, he barely noticed that a pink kimono engulfed him. The compressed, warm embrace, however, was much more noticeable. Ukitake’s head was placed above Shunsui’s chest as arms held him, his body contorted into an awkward lying position.

One of Shunsui’s hands gently cradled the back of Ukitake’s head as the other held the sickly captain’s shoulders. Ukitake jolted with each cough, but they slowly started to subside. Several deep breathes took control as his body began to shake from the stress.

“It’s okay.” Shunsui sighed, gently rubbing Ukitake’s shoulder. “You’re okay.”

Labored inhales paced themselves out. Each exhale spaced themselves out in three second increments. The sound of Shunsui’s beating heart held Ukitake’s focus as he regained control.

“Thank you.” Ukitake sighed, moving his hand to pat Shunsui’s arm. “I… I’m okay.”

Ukitake weakly pushed against Shunsui only to be held tighter. A puzzled gasp escaped him as he tried again. But when Shunsui’s grasp refused to yield, Ukitake stopped, not knowing what was going on.

“Shunsui…?”

“I’m sorry.” Shunsui shuttered. “I… I…”

Repositioning Ukitake so that he was now sitting on his lap, Shunsui hugged him. His body shook, vibrating with distressed, rapid tension.

“It’s not fair… Why do you have to suffer alone?”

“Shunsui…”

Ukitake let out a small gasp as the hug tightened. “Why do I feel so helpless? Watching you suffer like a dove constricted by a snake.” Teeth clenched. “Why can’t I take away your pain?!”

Ukitake managed to muster up the strength to push back. Green eyes flared with confused bewilderment and offense. He hadn’t the energy to run, but he did have enough to retaliate.

“If I’m such a burden, I release you. You are no longer required to stay by my side.”

Dark eyes dilated, tearing up. “No! You’re not a burden.”

Ukitake shuttered, nog expecting the reaction. “Then talk to me, Shunsui.”

“You’re not weak. You’re not a burden. You’re one of the best men I know.” Dark eyes turned away. “But you’re fragile.” Hands clamped on the sides of Ukitake’s face. “I’m a selfish man. While I can’t share my health with you, I want to hold you close and never let you go.” His body trembled, eyes releasing a few stray tears. “So I’ll hide my fear if it means I can make you happy.”

Trembling turned to quaking as buried emotions finally spilled over. Thumbs gently traced along cheekbones, resting beneath emerald eyes. Seeing the suppressed despair on Shunsui’s face, Ukitake wrapped his arms around him, this time, pulling him in for a hug. Thin fingers gently weaved through chestnut hair. Ukitake’s lax, even breathing hummed along as he leaned against Shunsui.

“It’s okay.” Ukitake sighed. “Let it out.”

Arms wrapped around Ukitake’s torso. Burying his head in Ukitake’s shoulder, silent sobs escaped Shunsui.

~

“I can’t believe your the one to come down with a fever. Haven’t you had enough trouble for one day?”

Wrapped in Shunsui’s kimono like a wet puppy, Ukitake was sitting outside with a cup of tea beside him. Shunsui sat on the other side, an arm wrapped around Ukitake’s shoulders.

“What can I say? I’m a mess.”

“True, but you’re my mess.”

There was a soft chuckle at the joke. Leaning against Shunsui, he watched the koi swim around the pond. Their white and amber scales shimmered under the sunlight as they jumped.

“I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like you had to suppress how you felt.” Ukitake apologized. “I never meant to.”

“I know.” Shunsui accepted. “If anything, it’s my fault. I didn't want you to worry and have been putting on a brave face for so long that it inevitably was going to spill out. If anything, I should apologize for bottling it up this long.”

Ukitake shrugged, accepting the apology even if he didn’t feel it was entirely necessary. Looking to the sky, a pinkish orange hue was starting to form. Like a small, vibrant flame.

“��I won’t let you die that easily, Jūshirō’.” Shunsui looked at Ukitake, puzzled. “Whenever I get sick, I think of that. It reminds me to stay strong, even when I’m alone.” Jade eyes watched over Shunsui. “You might not be able to cure my condition, but you have given me a reason to live.”

Silver eyes scanned Ukitake. His soft smile and confession warmed his heart, giving him something to remember. It also reminded him of the time he said that to Ukitake. How young they used to be and the beautiful beginning of their relationship. Shunsui’s free hand cupped the side of Ukitake’s face as Shunsui pulled him in for a kiss.

“Hey!” Ukitake playfully swatted at Shunsui, his face a light shade of red. “ You shouldn’t do that. I could get you sick.”

“Will not.” Shunsui kissed him again. “With how often we spend time together, I’m practically immune.”

More chuckles erupted as the two enjoyed the sunset.

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Trust in All the Wrong Places (A Perfectworldshipping fic for Perfectworldweek)

A few weeks late, but I finally got my entry done for the last day of Perfectworldshipping Week.

“It’s just a meeting. Rose just wants some information on Mega Evolution to compare against Dynamaxing.”

“And to take Kalos’ beloved professor on a date.”

“It’s not a date.”

“But he wants to take you out to lunch with a seaside view.”

A stack of clothes were unceremoniously tossed into a suitcase. As Sycamore closed it, arms wrapped around his shoulders. A light weight landed on his head as Lysandre’s rested on it.

“Of course it is.” Sycamore recalled. “Hulberry’s a seaside city. And according to Rose, the seafood at The Captain’s Table is to die for.” Lysandre grumbled. “You really don’t trust people, do you?”

“I trust people.”

“Name one person you trust.” Sycamore twisted around, pushing back slightly to face Lysandre. “Besides this beloved professor.”

Lysandre paused, as though contemplating the inquiry. “I trust Malva… and Steven Stone.”

“Makes sense. Malva seems like a trustworthy advisor. And you trust another businessman in Steven, so it’s not like you distrust businessmen. Then again, he does seem reliable.”

“He doesn’t have his father’s ego and I admire how he balances his research and championship.”

“Okay. Last I checked, Rose doesn’t have an ego despite being the sole founder of Macro Cosmo. And he seems to care deeply for his region.” Sycamore held Lysandre’s arm. “So what makes him different?”

“I don’t know,” a hand cradled the side of Sycamore’s face, “something feels off about him. Like he’s more interested in you rather than your research.”

Lysandre’s thumb twirled dark strands of hair, contemplating the thought. It may have sounded strange, paranoid even, but it worried him. Something about Rose’s demeanor was suspicious. He seemed too enthusiastic. Too curious. Too invested in other people’s work.

He understood the need to expand and explore resources, and Lysandre could understand how Sycamore’s work could give him some feedback. At the sane time, Lysandre knew that Sycamore was a charming man. Infectiously so. And eith their relationship not quite public yet, Lysandre worried that someone like Rose would want to take him. Romantically, professionally, or both.

A hand held Lysandre’s, pulling him out of his train of thought. “Trust me.”

~

The flight was set to go out at noon. It’d be a two hour flight and his meeting with Rose would be that night. The flight back would be tomorrow morning.

“I’ll call you when I get settled.” Sycamore promised.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come?”

“I’ll be fine. Besides, I’d hate to inconvenience you by stealing you from your work.”

“It wouldn’t be an inconvenience.”

Sycamore chuckled, picking up his suitcase. “I’ll be okay. I’m a big boy.” As his flight was announced, Sycamore hugged Lysandre. “Got to go.”

Not waiting for a response, Sycamore ran to the departure gate. He only paused to wave back at Lysandre with a lax smile before disappearing. Once everyone was on board, the door was closed and after a few moments, the plane took off.

~

The Captain’s Table. Sycamore arrived a half hour early, wanting to make sure he got there in time. Since landing, he hadn’t heard much from Lysandre outside of him acknowledging that Sycamore had a safe flight. He wasn’t sure if he should worry, but figured Lysandre was busy with clients.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting. I was mingling with some admirers.”

Dawning a hat, shorts, sunglasses, and a white shirt, Rose took the seat across from Sycamore. Sycamore smirked, unbothered. Once Rose was settled, a waitress came to take their orders. Once placed, she went to pit it in.

“You’ll love the food.” Rose assured. “Though that isn’t the only thing that I hope you enjoy while you’re here.”

“Of course, Galar’s a beautiful region. That itself makes the trip worth it.”

“Indeed. If we weren’t meeting on business, I’d give you a full tour.”

“Another time perhaps.” Sycamore’s arms crossed on the table. “Speaking of business, why did you call me out here? Not that I don’t mind traveling, but a video call could have been easier for a Mega Evolution inquiry.”

“I wanted it to feel more… personal. Despite your generally approachable demeanor, you’re quite the reclusive fellow.” A hand landed on Sycamore’s arm. “I wanted to meet you.”

“That’s… reasonable. I can be pretty reserved when I want to be.” Sycamore moved his arm. “So, what would you like to know?”

“I suppose I’d like to start with how it’s different from Dynamaxing.” Rose stated as the food was delivered to their table. “Both capitalize on strengthening Pokémon.”

Sycamore nodded. “Mega Evolution doesn’t require the particles that Dynamaxing does. It’s more like an evolution. One that affects a Pokémon’s abilities more so than a traditional evolution. It’s still a mysterious phenomena, but with enough research, I’m hoping to discover the truth.”

“And where do the Mega Stones come into play?”

“Going back to evolution, my theory is that they act similar to stone evolutions like Arcanine, Roserade, and so on. However, Mega Stones were affected by energy from Xerneas or Yveltal three thousand years ago.”

“Interesting. It sounds similar to Eternatus during the Darkest Day. After its defeat, its energy opened the doors for Dynamaxing.”

“I suppose they do share that similarity.”

“Do you think Mega Evolution and Dynamaxing could be used together?”

“I’m not too familiar with Dynamaxing, but I suppose they could, in theory. Though I wouldn’t recommend it since it may cause a great deal of stress.”

“Oh?”

“Some studies have found that Mega Evolution, despite it being a sign of a strong bond between a Pokémon and its trainer, may cause physical pain. Adding a growing size may worsen it. And I would rather not risk put them through more pain if that’s the case.”

“Fascinating. You really know your stuff.”

“I would hope so. It is my specialty after all.”

“True, but you haven’t been a professor for as long as Samuel Oak or your mentor Rowan. So, you still have time to figure out all of the answers.”

Though it may not have been intended, the observation hit Sycamore’s confidence. While not entirely wrong, Sycamore felt like he was making progress. More than previous professors who studied it.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said it like that.” Rose’s hand held Sycamore’s. “You’re doing a lot of good work. On your own no less. I’m positive that you’ve made progress and will continue to do so.”

Sycamore’s gaze fell. “Yeah…”

“Enough about that.” Rose pulled Sycamore’s hand towards the middle of the table. “I’d like to get to know you more. As a person. Would you like to stay a little longer? I’d love to take you out on a more… casual evening.”

Grey eyes shook, startled. “Oh, no, I couldn’t. As tempting as it is, I’ve got to get back to Kalos.”

As Sycamore tried to pull his hand away, Rose held it in place. Rose’s other hand held Sycamore’s arm.

“I insist. If you’re worried about lodging, I can get you a suite in Wyndon. All expenses paid.”

Sycamore pulled his hand away. “Where is this coming from all of the sudden?”

Rose chuckled. “I’ve done some research on you, professor. An up and coming professor who studied under the esteemed Professor Rowan. Charming, if a little awkward, and alluring.” He leaned in closer. “I can offer you stability, resources, and love. All you have to do is promise yourself to me.”

Sycamore stood up, keeping a faux smile as a chill ran down his spine. “As tempting as that is, I… I’ve got to go.”

Before he could walk away, Sycamore’s arm was grabbed. He was yanked forward, a warm sensation landing on his mouth. A hand held the back of his head, holding him there.

A strained breath escaped Sycamore as he squirmed around. He managed to push away from the kiss, but the grip Rose had on him remained as he was yanked closer to Rose.

“Don’t be shy,” Rose kissed Sycamore’s forehead, “an opportunity like this doesn’t come every day.”

A hand moved to the bottom of Sycamore’s chin. He wanted to yell. Scream at Rose for the nonconsensual advance. But before he could get it out, Sycamore was yanked back. The scent of coffee and cinnamon graced Sycamore’s senses as he was shoved behind someone.

“Lysand-”

“Is this how you treat all of your guests? Or just the pure hearted ones?”

“You know,” Rose mused, “it’s quite rude to interrupt a conversation.”

“And it’s down right criminal to assault an unwilling professor.”

“Assault? Please. Not that it’s any of your business, but we’re sealing a deal.”

Lysandre’s fists clenched. “As my partner, Augustine is my business, you pompous, entitled bastard.”

As his fist flew forward, his arm would swiftly be yanked back. Turning his attention away from Rose, Lysandre was greeted by scared, silver eyes. Sycamore whole body shaking.

“Take me home.” Sycamore clenched Lysandre’s arm tighter. “Please.”

Lysandre’s expression softened, focusing on Sycamore’s distress. As much as he wanted to lash out further, Sycamore took priority. So if he wanted to leave, then Lysandre was ready to follow suit.

“Okay.” Lysandre sighed, prying his arm from Sycamore’s grip so he could hold hid hand. He then glared at Rose. “You aught to thank Augustine. If it were up to me, you wouldn't make it out of here in one piece.”

~

“You probably want to tell me, ‘I told you so’, don’t you?”

Reading a book in bed, Lysandre waited for the professor to join him. He paid no mind to Sycamore pacing around the room as Lysandre waited.

“No, I don’t.”

“But you were right.”

“And you were taken advantage of.” Lysandre turned a page. “It would be insensitive of me to berate a victim because of my suspicions.”

“But you were right and I probably deserve it for being so stupid.”

Lysandre closed his book and set it on the nightstand. “You didn’t deserve that. What you do deserve is comfort and understanding. And nowhere in that includes further traumatizing yourself because you think you deserved this.”

“But…”

The blankets were tossed down, opening a spot for Sycamore. A squeak escaped the professor, not finding the words to argue as Lysandre lightly tapped the spot next to him. It was a tempting offer, and Sycamore knew his body was tired beneath his swirling emotions.

Sycamore sighed, flopped on the bed. He cuddled up to Lysandre as the comforter was draped over him. Lysandre turned the light off.

“Do you still trust me?” Sycamore inquired, hiding his face in Lysandre’s chest.

“Of course.” Lysandre ran a hand through his hair. “If I recall correctly, a wise professor once asked if I trusted anyone besides him… and I suppose I do have a hard time trusting many people besides him.” His hand rested on Sycamore’s back. “You didn’t enter that situation willingly and I worry that people will abuse your kindness.” His hand did a gentle circling motion on Sycamore’s back. “I want to keep you safe in this cruel world.”

Sycamore shuffled around slightly. “And I thank you for it.” Leaning over, he kissed Lysandre’s cheek. “And between you, me, and the fence post, he’s a horrible kisser.”

Lysandre snickered. “I’ll be sure to add that to your biography.”

Sycamore snickered. “Don’t you dare.”

Rolling over, Lysandre got on top of Sycamore and kissed him. “I love you.”

“Love you too.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63015379

[artsy0wl]

Valentine’s Day

For day five, I thought it’d be fun to do a sort of “Valentine’s Date” photos.

Dinner w/ Sycamore (to Seibold’s surprise)

Beachside Stroll

End the Day with a Hug/Kiss

[artsy0wl]

Perfectworldshipping week 2025 Day 4 (Facades) Excerpt from Trust in All of the Wrong Places

Adjusting day three’s prompt so it feels as good as it can be. In the meantime, I’m working on a Perfectworldshipping fic and thought I’d share an excerpt for it sijce I felt it would fit today’s prompt. The entire fic will be finished for day 7.

In the meantime, enjoy this lil excerpt.

Facades. Sycamore has a meeting with Rose. Lysandre suspects it’s a facade.

“It’s just a meeting. Rose just wants some information on Mega Evolution to compare against Dynamaxing.”

“And to take Kalos’ beloved professor on a date.”

“It’s not a date.”

“But he wants to take you out to lunch with a seaside view.”

A stack of clothes were unceremoniously tossed into a suitcase. As Sycamore closed it, arms wrapped around his shoulders. A light weight landed on his head as Lysandre’s rested on it.

“Of course it is.” Sycamore recalled. “Hulberry’s a seaside city. And according to Rose, the seafood at The Captain’s Table is to die for.” Lysandre grumbled. “You really don’t trust people, do you?”

“I trust people.”

“Name one person you trust.” Sycamore twisted around, pushing back slightly to face Lysandre. “Besides this beloved professor.”

Lysandre paused, as though contemplating the inquiry. “I trust Malva… and Steven Stone.”

“Makes sense. Malva seems like a trustworthy advisor. And you trust another businessman in Steven, so it’s not like you distrust businessmen. Then again, he does seem reliable.”

“He doesn’t have his father’s ego and I admire how he balances his research and championship.”

“Okay. Last I checked, Rose doesn’t have an ego despite being the sole founder of Macro Cosmo. And he seems to care deeply for his region.” Sycamore held Lysandre’s arm. “So what makes him different?”

“I don’t know,” a hand cradled the side of Sycamore’s face, “something feels off about him. Like he’s more interested in you rather than your research.”

Lysandre’s thumb twirled dark strands of hair, contemplating the thought. It may have sounded strange, paranoid even, but it worried him. Something about Rose’s demeanor was suspicious. He seemed too enthusiastic. Too curious. Too invested in other people’s work.

He understood the need to expand and explore resources, and Lysandre could understand how Sycamore’s work could give him some feedback. At the sane time, Lysandre knew that Sycamore was a charming man. Infectiously so. And eith their relationship not quite public yet, Lysandre worried that someone like Rose would want to take him. Romantically, professionally, or both.

A hand held Lysandre’s, pulling him out of his train of thought. “Trust me.”

[artsy0wl]

PerfectWorldShipping Week Day 2 (Give and Take)

I decided to go with Give and Take for this day’s prompt. I was initially going to do a fic involving Lysandre telling Sycamore a story and using that as a way to give Sycamore a kiss since he’s given so much to others, but it wasn’t working out as well as I hoped. Instead, I took a particular quote from it, edited it slightly, and made some captures to go with it. Which could be implemented in a different day since I have an idea for a fic idea involving Rose that could fit.

Men like that treat others like Murkrow treat unguarded berries. They take, and take, and take. Too selfish in their own ego to give anything.

I, meanwhile offer you protection and companionship in exchange for love.

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Surprise Flirting at the Winter Festival (Perfectworldshipping Week Day 1 Cold Weather)

Thought I’d give a shipping week a try. Perfectworldshipping since it’s one I’ve been exploring recently. I decided to go with the Cold Weather theme for Day 1, but since I already posted a fic that fit the theme, I figured I’d do a little Photo Capture in PoMas since I recently got Sycamore’s Holiday 2023 unit.

Day 1 | Cold Weather: Lysandre borrows Sycamore during the Winter Festival, catching the professor off guard as Lysandre tries flirting with him.

[artsy0wl]

Hug a Jacq Day

Just in time for Valentine’s Day

[artsy0wl]

Starting over with a new blog that will primarily focus on Pokémon related content. First post on the page.

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Could Jacq be Considered Scarlet and Violet's Professor?

While Sada and Turo are the defacto professors in Scarlet and Violet, they aren't the only characters who I feel fit the moniker of Pokémon Professor. Though he is the biology teacher as well as the homeroom teacher for the player and Nemona, there are quite a few factors that I feel qualifies Jacq as well.

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Catch a Cold (A Perfectworld shipping fic)

Experimenting with a ship.

The Winter Festival on Pasio was lovely. The colorful lights were beautiful and the celebratory merriment was heart warming. The addition of light snowfall, made the day even more peaceful.

Yet, despite the pleasantries and fun, Sycamore couldn’t find such joy. As he stood by a railed ledge, his mind was plagued with melancholy. Dread welled up in his stomach as his throat felt dry. When he leaned against the railing, a chill crept through him as he studied the last message his phone received.

“You’re going to catch a cold out here.”

Sycamore didn’t reply, closing out of the text. Footsteps tapped behind him, only stopping as someone stood beside him. A hand gently landed on his back, gently rubbing it before draping over Sycamore’s shoulders. Making his presence known, Lysandre leaned against the railing with the Kalos professor.

Studying Sycamore, he picked up on the professor’s depression. Despite the cold red hue starting to form on his face, his eyes were glossed over and stiff.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

Dark hair shuffled as Sycamore tilted his head to the side. His arms folded, defensively tightening. His frame shivered, but he refused to acknowledge it.

Adjusting his arm, Lysandre placed his hand on Sycamore’s forehead. It wasn’t too warm, but it didn’t feel normal either. Lysandre moved his hand, holding Sycamore’s arm. This caused Sycamore to subconsciously lean towards Lysandre, only to be yanked away when he realized what he was doing.

At this rate, Lysandre knew he was going to get sick if Sycamore didn’t get inside. With Sycamore’s nonexistent reactions and negligible indifference, Lysandre was going to be as forceful as necessary. Keeping his arm on Sycamore, he used his free hand to grab Sycamore’s shoulder.

As he started to move Sycamore away from the rail, the Kalosian professor pulled away from him. As Sycamore walked around him, Lysandre grabbed his arm. Sycamore yanked his arm away, taking a few more steps away from Lysandre.

“It’s nothing.”

“Augustine…”

A deflated chuckle escaped Sycamore. He folded his arms and began walking away. Lysandre followed close behind. The sound of soft murmurs hissed around him.

“It’s crazy. I’m being offered a great opportunity. Sinnoh is gorgeous and historic. Rowan can retire in peace. I can continue my research and study Sinnoh’s history alongside Cynthia. It’s perfect.” His frame anxiously shook. “Of course, I’ll need someone to hold down the fort. At least until Trevor’s old enough.” He paused. “Steven said he wanted to step down as champion, so I’m sure he’d enjoy studying Mega Evolution and all of the archeology Kalos has to offer.” His head bobbed in anxious approval. “So there’s no need to be so antsy. Just do it. Call Rowan and-”

His body was yanked back and spun around. A hand clamped on his shoulder as another rested on the base of his neck. Having forgotten about Lysandre, he was startled when the man towered over him with a sharp, concerned glare.

“I’m going to need you to calm down and breathe.”

Following his advice, Sycamore took a deep breath. Then another. By the third, he felt calmer as Lysandre gently ran his hand through his hair.

“What’s going on?”

Shoulders slumped. “I… I’m… I’ve been offered a job in Sinnoh.” His gaze fell to the ground. “Or… well… I’m being offered to take over for Rowan position that is. And I think I should take it.”

It sounded like a great offer and Lysandre could understand how great if an opportunity this was. Especially since Sycamore studied in Sinnoh. He could also understand hesitancy.

Yet, something about it felt off. Sycamore wasn’t usually so anxious.

“I’d be in good company with Cynthia, but I’d be leaving so many people behind. Dexio. Sina. Diantha…” he hid his face in his hand, “You.”

“I see.”

Lysandre sighed, a finger twirling a strand of black hair. The concern was valid. Sycamore built a life in Kalos. Was an expert in Mega Evolutions and had relationships in Kalos.

At the same time, Sinnoh was where he got his start. He knew people in Sinnoh, so he wouldn’t be completely alone. It would also give him the chance to expand his horizons.

At the end of the day, it wasn’t an easy choice. Despite the arguments for and against it. At the same time, it wasn’t the most pressing issue in the moment. Between the stress and the cold, Lysandre was more concerned about Sycamore’s health.

“Why don’t you stay with me tonight?”

Sycamore winced, shaking his head. “Oh, no. I couldn’t. You’re so busy, I’d hate to impose.”

“It’s not imposing if I’m inviting you.”

“I… I know. But I feel like I’ve already ruined your evening. Especially since I’m only springing this news on you now.” Sycamore awkwardly chuckled. “You must think I’m terrible.”

“Of course not. Would I have liked to know sooner? Sure, but it’s a lot to take in.”

“Still, I should have been more forthcoming.” He shook his head. “Anyways, it’s late. I should be getting home.”

Sycamore gasped as something was thrown on him. He was coated in Lysandre’s scent as hands adjusted Lysandre’s coat on him. Lysandre’s hand gently hovered over Sycamore’s forehead.

“You’re starting to burn up.” Lysandre mused, shaking his head. “My place is closer.”

“No, I could-”

Sycamore was lifted off of the ground, cradled in Lysandre’s arms with ease. One arm wrapped under Sycamore’s legs as the other wrapped around his lower back. Sycamore’s face turned even redder as he grabbed onto Lysandre’s shirt. Which wasn’t hepled by the fact that Lysandre started moving.

“Put me down.”

“I will… After I get you to my place.”

~

Dressed in an oversized pair of pajamas, Sycamore sat on the bed. Hands barely escaped the sleeves as the pant legs covered his feet. Despite their size, they were pretty comfortable.

“If it makes you feel better, they look good on you.”

Lysandre stood in the doorway, arms folded and smirking. Grey eyes rolled as he entered the room.

“I look like a red Mienshao.” Sycamore mused, lightly shaking his hands as Lysandre sat next to him. “A clumsy, red Mienshao.”

“Sorry, I’m cleaning my blue pair.” Pulling out a thermometer, he read it over. “But you look charming all the same.”

“If you say so.”

Lysandre chuckled. “Well, on the bright side, you’re not dying. Though, you’ll probably want to get some good sleep before this little fever gets worse.”

“Okay, Doctor Lysandre.”

With a small huff, Sycamore pulled his legs onto the bed, shuffling around. His head flopped onto the pillow, lying on his side as Lysandre covered him with the comforter. Once Sycamore was comfortable, Lysandre stood up.

“Where’re you going?”

“Taking a shower.”

~

The subtle buzz of a phone vibrating chimed as Lysandre picked up Sycamore’s phone. Grabbing it, Lysandre unlocked it to find a voicemail alert. Though he knew he shouldn’t be snooping, Lysandre didn’t care. If it was urgent, he was certain Sycamore wouldn’t mind.

Hello, Augustine. It’s Rowan. I’m going to be in Pasio tomorrow for business. If you’d like, we can go over the proceedings over lunch. Maybe even finalize a decision. Call me back when you can. Bye.

Lysandre’s arm dropped as he held the phone in front of him. Keeping his composure, an array of thoughts swirled through his mind. Sycamore shouldn’t have to discuss things over with Rowan so soon. In Lysandre’s opinion, Sycamore wasn’t in a position to make such a big decision. If Sycamore were to accept the offer, he needed time to get into a clear mindset before talking it over. Which he currently didn’t have between the impending cold and the preexisting anxiety.

At the same time, the thought of Sycamore leaving didn’t sit well with Lysandre. He didn’t want the professor to go. The opportunity, while great, meant that Lysandre would lose his anchor. Lysandre already hated the notion that Sycamore wouldn’t join him in his mission. Moving to a different region only added to that stress.

There was also the matter of their relationship. Neither were really open about it publicly, but they were serious. For the last five years, they had abandoned a studious friendship for a loving partnership. They continued to support each other in their endeavors. Sycamore brought him his favorite wine when Lysandre’s Lumiose City café opened. Lysandre defended Sycamore from punks attempting to rob him and helped financially support Sycamore’s research.

Lysandre wanted to support him in this venture too, but he couldn’t. But in doing so, he feared it would mean they would drift apart. There was also the fact that Cynthia was quite clever. Of she got an inkling about Lysandre’s plan, he knew she’d be able to turn Sycamore against him. Ruining their relationship and forcing Lysandre to destroy Sycamore.

Losing what control he had in the relationship disturbed him. The thought of losing Sycamore scared him even more. This offer was the reason. It was all Rowan’s fault.

Erasing the voicemail and any sign of a missed call, Lysandre set the phone on the table and went to the bedroom. He turned the light off, spotting Sycamore barely holding onto consciousness.

“What took you so long?”

“Sorry,” Lysandre apologized, climbing over Sycamore to lie on the open side of the bed, “I thought I saw a shiny Fletchling outside and wanted to get a picture of it.”

Wrapping his arms around Sycamore’s shoulders, Lysandre pulled him closer. The professor didn’t protest, rolling over to face him. Lysandre lied on his back, letting his arm act as a cushion for Sycamore.

“Did you get it?”

“No, it flew away because of a pouncing Liepard.”

Sycamore smirked, curling against Lysandre. “You’ll catch it next time.”

“Perhaps.”

An arm blanketed over Lysandre as Sycamore rested his head against his chest. Sycamore’s leg sprawled over Lysandre as Lysandre’s arm wrapped around Sycamore. A soft kiss managed to reach Lysandre’s cheek, using the last bit of Sycamore’s energy.

“Good night my little Pyroar.”

[artsy0wl]

When You’re Trying to get Work Done, but Your Coworker’s Distracted by His Morally Questionable Historian Boyfriend.

[artsy0wl]

Someone Who Cares (a Saguaro x Jacq fic)

Synopsis: Can you make sure Jacq eats? He’s been so caught up with work that I think he’s skipped a few meals. Oh, and I’m pretty sure he hasn’t slept in a few days.

It sounded simple enough. It should have been simple enough. But when he got to Jacq’s office, he wasn’t sure if “simple” was the right word. Messy and chaotic fit the scene he was greeted by.

I decided to rewrite this since I wasn’t feeling the direction it was going in.

Can you make sure Jacq eats? He’s been so caught up with work that I think he’s skipped a few meals. Oh, and I’m pretty sure he hasn’t slept in a few days.

It sounded like a simple enough request. If not a bit odd. Clavell wasn’t too invested in the teachers outside of the basics. However, given that Jacq had developed a bond and partnership with the esteemed director, it wasn’t too surprising when Clavell worried about him.

And he had every right to. Though not something the average person would pick up, in hindsight, Saguaro realized that he hasn’t seen Jacq much in the break room or the cafeteria.

So if the director was coming to him to combat that, Sarguaro could understand that. From what Saguaro was told, Jacq ignored Miriam’s concerns, stating he was alright and would grab something to eat later. He told Dendra he has to keep his mind working if he was ever going to get his project done. He even told Hassel that ‘an artist’s work, or I guess I should say biology teacher’s duty, needs to be perfect’.

Clavell must have been desperate if he was asking for Saguaro’s help. His and Jacq’s department were so far apart that Saguaro wondered why the director didn’t ask Raifort first.

It sounded simple enough. It should have been simple enough. But when he got to Jacq’s office, he wasn’t sure if “simple” was the right word. Messy and chaotic fit the scene he was greeted by.

Papers scattered across the floor along with several empty cups of, presumably, coffee. Jacq’s Arcanine was curled up and napping next to Jacq while his Farigiraf poked her head in through the nearby window. An Alolan Meowth napped on his table while Jacq picked away at a Pokédex. Jacq was muttering to himself, some kind of technical jargon that Saguaro didn’t particularly care to understand.

Talking Jacq out of his invested was going to be interesting. If not a bit annoying. Clearing his throat, Saguaro entered the room.

“Not very tidy today, are you?”

Chuckling, Jacq took his glasses off and set them on the desk. “A little mess can’t hurt anyone.”

Approaching Jacq’s desk, Saguaro leaned against it. “But skipping out on meals and sleep can.”

Huffing, Jacq leaned forward, folding his arms in the process. “Not you too.”

“Yes, me too.” Saguaro crossed his arms. “You more than anyone should know that your body has needs.”

“And I will… once I get these projects done.”

Grabbing a document, Jacq proceeded to jot some notes down. He then proceeded to pet the Meowth’s head before moving onto the next document. Looking at Jacq’s paperwork, Saguaro changed his tactic.

“What are you working on?”

“Miss Briar wanted to see if I could add a new feature to the Pokédex. She wanted some kind of lore application for the Blueberry Academy students. Specifically on Paradox Pokémon and regional variants for educational purposes. Salvatore wants some insight on this little guy.” Jacq scratched behind the Meowth’s ear. “Apparently he hasn’t been eating much lately despite poving what Salvatore had been giving up until now.” Jacq grabbed a few documents. “Director Clavell needs the results of the Biology midterm by the end of the week and I’m looking into the Herba Mystica sample that Arven brought me.”

“Sounds stressful.”

“Maybe a little, but it’s keeping me busy. Which isn’t that bad, am I right?” Jacq shrugged as the Meowth woke up and stretched out. “Besides, it’ll be worth it when all is said and done.”

“It may be worth it, but I don’t think they want you to overwork yourself in the process.”

“But I need to get it all done.” Jacq let out a deep yawn, rubbing his eyes before grabbing the Pokédex he was working on. “I promised I’d get it done and I can’t let them down.”

“You won’t let anyone down if you take a break.”

Jacq slid his glasses back on. “You don’t know that.”

“Yes I do. None of them would want you to lose your sanity over this. Or your health.”

“I’m fine.”

“You probably can’t even stand up without falling over.”

“I can. Watch me.”

Accepting the challenge, Jacq quickly stood up. Maintaining his balance, he turned to fully face Saguaro with a boastful smirked. But before he could boast about his small win, Jacq’s vision began to blur. Fuzzy particles clouded his line of sight. His ankle rolled, causing Jacq to fall over. Saguaro acted fast, he grabbed Jacq and helped him stand.

“See.”

“I tripped.”

Saguaro rolled his eyes. If Jacq was going to be difficult, he would meet it with equal amounts of stubbornness. The back of Jaq’s coat was grabbed as he was tossed over Saguaro’s shoulder.

“And my hand slipped.”

Jacq’s face turned red as Saguaro picked up the Meowth and vacated the room. “Saguaro!? Put me down!”

“No.”

The first place Saguaro stopped was Salvatore's office, plopping the Meowth in his bed. “Try more seafood oriented food. And bitter berries since they can’t really taste sweet berries.”

Not waiting for a response, Saguaro left Salvatore’s office. Instead, he hauled Jacq over to his dorm room. All the while, Jacq weakly begged for Saguaro to put him down.

He would only get his wish once they got to the room. Once there, Saguaro set Jacq on the bed, removing Jacq’s glasses in the process. But instead of lying down, Jacq sat on the side of the bed. Despite his exhaustion, he wasn’t ready to give up.

Saguaro set the glasses on the counter as he started to look around the kitchen. “Can you give yourself, at least one hour to nap? After that, you’re going to eat, then, will you be allowed to get back to work.”

Jacq continued to sit there, not responding to the request. Not knowing if that was his way of considering it or silently accepting it, Saguaro continued to look around the kitchen. Grabbing a pot and a few ingredients, he decided to make soup. It wouldn’t take long to make and wouldn’t be too hefty on Jacq’s stomach.

“It’s my fault, isn’t it?”

“What is?” A stagnate pause greeted him as Saguaro started chopping some veggies. “What do you think is your fault?”

“That Sada died.”

A quick, firm chop cut through a leek. Shoulders stiffened as Saguaro’s hands landed on the counter. Light eyes fell on Jacq, who refused to move eye contact from the floor.

“Where is this coming from?” More silence. “Jacq?”

“I’m noticing Briar taking an… unhealthy interest in Aera Zero.” Jacq huffed. “It brings back memories. Regrets. Things I should have changed.” He shuttered as he shook his head. “Knowing what happened with Sada, while standing in front of her son makes me feel evil. I could have… should have, said something back then.

Saguaro moved around the counter and sat next to Jacq. His hand gently landed on Jacq’s back. Jacq quietly melted into it. Almost as though he needed physical contact.

“It’s just… every time I look at Arven, I get this gut wrenching feeling in my stomach.” Leaning forward, Jacq crossed his arms over his lap. “He shouldn’t be taught by the man who contributed to her passing.”

“It’s not your fault.” Saguaro denounced. “Arven’s a good kid. Needs a little more practice in the kitchen, but a good kid.” His hand gently motioned around Jacq’s back. “But if he blames anyone, it’s not you.”

“But I-”

“Am a wonderful teacher that anyone would be lucky to have. Excitable and a little air headed, who unconsciously overworks himself, but an honest man.”

Jacq sat up, finally turning to face Saguaro with exhausted distress. “But I’m not. I was part of the problem. I wanted to go on the expedition too. So I should have been the one to say something when Clavell didn’t. Why shouldn’t he mad at me?”

“First of all, Arven’s just a kid. You’re expecting a lot from a kid who’s still got a few years in school. Will he feel resentful for his mother’s decisions? Of course. Will he blame one of the only mentors and parental figures he has because of it? No.” Saguaro’s hand wrapped around Jacq’s shoulders. “Secondly, you have noting to feel guilty over. Yes, you were on the expedition, but if anyone pushed Sada to that point, it would have been her. I don’t think any of us wanted this to happen, but no one could have predicted this. Not even Sada. And thirdly, Sada and Briar are grown women. You could have done everything in your power to stop Sada, and she still could have gone down the same path. Same with Briar presently.”

Holding back tears, Jacq glared at Saguaro, trying to hold back the urge to yell at Saguaro. Knowing he was just trying to help and didn’t deserve to be berated, Jacq knew better. At the same time, he couldn’t bring himself to accept that he was innocent in all of this.

“It can’t be that simple. Someone has to be held accountable and-”

A kiss prevented Jacq from finishing his thought, silencing him. A soft, stunned breath escaped his nostrils as silver eyes widened. When Saguaro pulled back, he took advantage of Jacq’s shock and gently pushed Jacq back, lying him down. With a now red face, jacq glared at Saguaro with confused disbelief.

“You’re not in a clear mental state. If you really want to continue this self inflicted blame, we can afterwards.”

~

“I never would have thought you had a sweet tooth.”

Four hours later and Jacq finally woke up from his nap. When he did, he was greeted by the scent of coffee. A sweet aroma was in the air as he managed to get himself out of bed with an unceremonious thud. Saguaro had opted out of his soup plan in favor of scones. A preferable alternative to go with the coffee.

“You’re not the only one.” Saguaro chuckled. “What can I say, there’s a softie underneath this cool exterior. Besides, Juliana and Arven got me some of that Sweet Herba Mystica as a little gift and I want to put it to good use.”

“Oh…” Jacq wearily smirked, “that was really nice of them.”

“It really was.”

An awkward silence fell as Jacq’s frame deflated. His glasses fogged up as he took a sip of coffee. When he set it down, Jacq's elbows rested on the table as fingers intertwined in front of Jacq’s face.

“Sada’s death is hitting you deep, isn’t it? And that’s why you’ve been over working yourself, right?”

“…Yeah.”

“And you haven’t told the Director, if I had to guess. Because you know he’d have you take time off if you did.” Jacq nodded. “And you thought you could bury it under work, thinking that no one would suspect anything?” Jacq nodded again causing Saguaro to roll his eyes. “You know, for someone so smart, you are so dumb sometimes.”

Jacq shrugged his shoulders. “It worked.”

“For how long? A week? And only because our esteemed director had an undercover counseling gig with a pompadour and a dream.” Saguaro’s hand reached across the table, grabbing Jacq’s wrist. “You need to take it easy. You can’t go on like this.”

Jacq’s face fell as he yanked his wrist away. “You’re stubborn, you know that?”

Saguaro chuckled. “That’s probably why he asked me to step in. Fight fire with fire. Or, well, stubbornness with stubbornness. Though, what you really need is a few days off and probably some therapy.”

Reaching out a hand, Saguaro offered comfort, hoping Jacq would accept the offer. Jacq eye the hand, cautiously and curiously. Staring at the hand, he was tempted to take it. To resign himself in defeat and take care of himself. Hovering his hand over Saguaro’s for a moment, Jacq quickly pulled it back.

“I’ll consider it, when I’m ready.”

“Frankly, I don’t think you should procrastinate. I’d hate to see how worse this could get for you. Especially, if I knew I could stop it.”

Jacq shrugged with a small sigh before he hunched forward. Using his arms as cushions, he rested his head as he watched Sagusro in silence. His mind was elsewhere while his gaze was perplexed.

“Why did you kiss me?”

Withdrawing his hand, Saguaro frowned. He wasn't shocked by the question. Rather, he had hoped to avoid it for a little longer.

Saguarp sighed. “I don’t know.”

Finding the right words was surprisingly difficult. He knew there was a reason and the last thing he wanted to do was make excuses. But finding said reason felt more difficult than it should have been.

“I mean, I appreciate the enthusiasm, but,” Jacq shrugged, “I wouldn’t have minded dinner first.” He awkwardly chuckled. “I… I’m not mad, I’m just confused.”

Saguaro shook his head, leaning forward. “While I appreciate the sentiment, it wasn’t okay. I forgot about your autonomy in a mindlessly attempted to deescalate the situation.”

“It’s okay, I wasn’t thinking clearly and you were trying to help.”

“It’s really not, but we can sort that out later.”

Jacq hid his face in his arms, sighing. Leaving the conversation there for now, Saguaro watched him. The important thing was trying to help out with the more pressing issue. As a thought occurred to him, Saguaro stood up and moved closer to Jacq, sitting on the edge of the table.

“How can someone learn to better their sandwich making?”

Lifting his face up, Jacq look at him confused. “What?”

“Let’s say I have a student who, despite his best efforts, was having difficulties crafting a well crafted and delectable sandwich for him and his Pokémon. He has all of the ingredients, but let’s sat he’s missing a step. Be it a proper base or adds too much meat and maybe he doesn’t realize it. How might he get help?”

Sitting up, Jacq contemplated the inquiry. “I suppose having a friend, or anyone close for that matter, could offer help. Sometimes it takes another set of eyes to help.”

Saguaro nodded. “Correct. Now, say this person doesn’t want help, be it out of stubbornness or self consciousness. How can this individual help this student?”

Jacq paused. “On the one hand, I’d day give them space. Maybe let them try again knowing that they have someone to help if needed. But,” his head tilted, “there’s nothing wrong with needing help when it’s offered. Especially in moments where it’s necessary. For example, when I was a much younger man, Sada and the director helped me out a lot when I got stuck on a problem. I would be so fixated on or aggravated with what I did wrong that I would miss the solution.” Pausing again, he looked at Saguaro quizzically. “But what does that have to do with any of this?”

“This is an altered analogy where I used Arven as an unnamed example on how working with others can help in the sandwich making process.” He nodded as he recalled the lesson. “In this altered analogy, you are the student that needs help.” Saguaro stood up, his down at Jacq. “I’m also glad you mentioned how our esteemed director and prodigal professor. It’s a good comparison for the stubborn refusal you’ve instilled now,” Pulling his chair over, Saguaro sat down. “You’ve already done your ‘leave them be with someone there if needed’ route. If a but shoddily so given your disregard for people being there to help.” He crossed his legs as he placed his arms on the table. “So we’re now at the ‘offered help’ stage. For Arven, it was cooking with a good friend. For you, it’s finding a way to process your grief while being stuck with the ‘cool’ Home Ec teacher. So tell me,” his hand rested on Jacq’s arm, “how can I help you?”

~

“Allow me to thank you. I know this wasn't easy.”

Jacq napped on Saguaro’s bed as Saguaro and Clavell hung out in the kitchen. After a day of menial tasks and getting his first therapy session planned, Saguaro suggested that Jacq should catch up on sleep. Saguaro also put in a request for substitutes for his and Jacq’s classes until the end of the week, at least. This would give them a few days to adjust to a new plan.

“Happy to help,” Saguaro mused, “though he still has some things to work through.”

“I can’t say I’m surprised. Internalizing the whole ordeal must have wrecked him mentally. Those kind of wounds take time.”

Saguaro grumbled, nodding as he glanced at Jacq. A few thoughts ran through his mind, one needing to be addressed more than the rest.”

“Was he ever in love? With Sada, I mean?”

Clavell turned his attention to Jacq. “No. If anything, he looked up to her and saw her as an older sister.” With a quizzical expression, he turned his attention back to Saguaro. “Why do you ask?”

Saguaro was quiet for a moment. “I may have overstepped a boundary and kissed him. He brushed it off, but it got me thinking. Since I’ve never seen him date any one, I thought maybe he only really ever loved Sada, even if it was unrequited and Sada being married to Turo.”

Pausing for a moment, Clavell scanned Saguaro as he processed the statement. Once he did, Clavell chuckled, which, in turn, confused Saguaro.

“Trust me, he’s got plenty of dating experience.” Clavell assured. “If I recall correctly, he went to a dance with Raifort in high school and briefly dated Salvatore in college. Which may explain why Salvatore’s more inclined to ask Jacq first for most Pokémon ailments instead of Miriam.” His demeanor shifted slightly. “However, I can understand your concerned curiosity. You took a spontaneous initiative and crossed a barrier you didn’t mean to.”

He turned slightly to get a look at Jacq. His frame tightened slightly as his hand unconsciously pushed his glasses off. Clavell smirked as Jacq sighed.

“He won’t hold it against you.” Clavell assured. “And if I’m being honest, you’re one of the few people I’d trust to date him.”

Saguaro started coughing, trying not to choke on his coffee. “Oh I don’t-”

Clavell chuckled, shaking his head. “Of course not. But if you were, you’d have my support.” Clavell paused as Jacq let out a gasp. “Right now, he needs time. Just promise me you’ll watch out for him.”

“Of course.”

~

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sleep for so long.”

“Don’t worry. You needed it.”

Rubbing his eyes, Jacq awkwardly hopped around the kitchen. Opening cabinets, he began looking for a mug. When he spotted one, Jacq tried to grab it, but it was on a shelf too high for him to reach. He let out a strained huff as he boosted himself up on his toes.

A hand reached over him, grabbing the mug for him, setting it on the counter. A towering aura weighed over Jacq, causing him to turn around. Saguaro stood over him, arms closing Jacq off as he silently glared at him.

“Is everything okay?”

Tilting his head, Saguaro leaned down and kissed Jacq’s forehead. A hand held the side of Jacq’s face as the biology professor’s face turned red.

“When you’re ready, I’d like to take you out for lunch.”

[artsy0wl]

Just a Little Moment (Mysteriousstoneshipping)

Having some fun with the Photo Creator section on Pokémon Masters. So why not a lil thing with Volo and Jacq?

[artsy0wl]

A Series of Random Jacq and Volo Headcanons (Pokemon Masters EX)

Pokémon Masters EX is such a fun little thing. One of the dynamics I ended up liking (and kind of shipping) is Volo and Jacq. So I thought I'd throw in some random headcanons. They can be read as platonic or romantic, or as Volo going along with Jacq because of how useful he is. However you want to interpret them.

They Bond Over Arcanine: They both love their good boy (and girl), and since Jacq studies "ecologically similar Pokémon" (aka Convergent Pokémon, though I feel like this would also include Regional Forms and Paradox Pokémon), Volo trusts Jacq's expertise. Volo may or may not use this as a way to manipulate Jacq, however, his H. Arcanine does trust him (Jacq). Jacq thinks Volo's Arcanine is adorable and loves spoiling her.

Volo Sympathizes with Jacq's Need for Validation: Jacq's not the hardest person to praise, however, the fact that Jacq takes complements and praise so easily does worry Volo. The need for validation is something that Volo can understand and is all too familiar with. Volo just has the impression that Jacq was validated/praised so negligibly that he will take any form of it, no matter how big or small. As such, Volo can sympathize with Jacq in that regard.

Not Wanting to Lose Volo Due to His "Obsession": When Jacq finds out about Volo's plans and how far he's willing to go, Jacq tries to talk him out of it. He's seen what can happen when someone takes their interest to the point of obsession and how far an obsession can get (i.e. Turo/Sada and how that effected Arven). He believes that there is still good in Volo and that he doesn't have to go to such an extreme to encounter Arceus.

Jacq's Arcanine is Cautious of Volo, His Mudsdale Likes Him (Volo): Arcanine is hesitant to trust Volo, feeling that he's hiding something. He can't quite trust Volo as easily as Volo's Hisuian Arcanine can trust Jacq. Jacq thinks it's because Arcanine is protective of and cautious for him, and speculates that part of it has to do with their region/environment. Jacq's Mudsdale, on the other hand, likes Volo. She can sense his confidence and will let him get close to her, and occasionally ride her.

Volo is Hesitant to Accept that Jacq is "One of the Good Ones": Because he has a hard time believing that anyone can be truly trustworthy, Volo can't bring himself to admit that Jacq is one of those people. Part of him does want to, but because he's been burned too many times before, he isn't sure if what he's feeling is genuine.

Jacq Reminds Volo of Laventon: A reason why Volo would want to trust Jacq is because Jacq reminds him of Laventon. And out of everyo e in Hisui, Laventon was the only person he genuinely liked.

Clavell Doesn’t Want Jacq to Have a Relationship with Volo: While Clavell wants Jacq to have good relationships, platonic and romantic, he doesn’t like Volo. Mainly because he worries about Jacq’s and suspects that Volo is taking advantage of Jacq’s kindness. Clavell also worries that Volo would manipulate Jacq into a sinister plot (especially after the whole Raifort scheming to use Jacq as a sacrifice thing).

Jacq Learned How to Bargain and How the Charms He Found Were Actually Valuable: Jacq will go to local flea markets and auctions and started bringing Volo along a week after they met. Volo helps him bargain for the best deals. And when he found out that Jacq had found and gifted a Shiny Charm and Glimmering Charm, he can’t help but chuckle at the fact that he gave away two pretty valuable charms that he successfully bid for. Volo also thinks it was really sweet. Puzzling, but sweet.

[artsy0wl]

Sweet Little Thing (Mysteriousstoneshipping VoloxJacq Fic)

A little something for this ship. A touch of fluff while I think about possible angst fics.

“And that is how you know your Arcanine trusts you.”

Kids gravitated towards Arcanine as he rolled around on the grass. A lesson on Pokémon behavior and how to recognize trust sounded like a simple enough topic. And with Arcanine being a pretty lax and friendly Pokémon, he was the perfect practice.

“He’s so soft.” A girl stated while petting Arcanine.

“That he is.” Jacq agreed. “He loves bath time. So much so that he’ll play around and get messy every time a storm rolls through.”

“But I thought Fire types hate water.” A boy chimed in.

“They do,” Jacq confirmed, “but primarily in battle. Even big, strong Fire types get thirsty and need water. And sometimes, they need to get clean. For example, a Flareon’s coat needs to be brushed and maintained to keep its coat fluffy. So they need to be lightly bathed and groomed. On the flip side, it’s a known fact that you shouldn’t douse a Charmander’s tail in water because it would have life threatening effects. It’s all about the Pokémon and their limits. This fella,” Jacq gestured to Arcanine, “just likes getting spruced up every now and then.”

Arcanine’s tail wagged steadily and joyously as he rolled onto his stomach, knocking Jacq over in the process. As the kids giggled at his fall, Jacq sat beside him. Softly nudging his head against Jacq’s, Arcanine apologized then proceeded to stand up.

“I can’t stay mad at you.” Jacq chuckled as he pulled himself up. He ran his hands through Arcanine’s fur, ruffling it as the sound of a bell chimed. “That’ll conclude today’s lesson.”

As he watched the kids leave, Jacq’s arm rested on Arcanine’s back and gently brushed through his fur. He commended Arcanine for his patience, knowing that it took a lot of energy to keep up with the kids. Pulling out a Tamato Berry, he offered it to Arcanine, who devoured it in seconds.

“Boo!”

Jacq yelped, jumping forward. Turning around, he sighed once he realized who snuck up on him. Volo chuckled, scratching the back of his head.

“Sorry for startling you. I couldn’t help it.”

“It’s okay.” Jacq assured.

Smirking, Volo approached him. “Your lessons are intriguing. Simple yet engaging.”

“If it helps them understand things better, I’m okay with keeping it simple.” Jacq chuckled. “I’d be a terrible teacher if I didn't help my students.”

“Perhaps,” Volo shrugged, “but I refuse to believe that such a well informed and charming man could ever be ‘bad’.”

Jacq’s face turned red as he chuckled. He tried yo cover it to the best of his ability, a little embarrassed by his reaction. Volo, in response, chuckled, as he closed the gap between them even more.

Arcanine let out a curious growl as his eyes focused on Volo. He stood by Jacq, his tail drooping low as his head followed suit. It caught Jacq’s attention as curiosity and confusion arose.

“Hey, it’s alright.” Jacq assured, patting Arcanine’s head. “Volo’s a friend, remember?”

His tail flicked as Arcanine continued to focus on Volo. Scratching the back of his ear, Jacq tried to soothe the canine. But when his stance did not falter, Jacq decided to recall Arcanine.

“I’m sorry about that.” Jacq apologized, shaking his head. “Arcanine’s not usually like that.”

“It’s okay. Mine’s like that too.” Volo shrugged. “She’s very protective.”

Silver eyes lit up. “You have an Arcanine?”

“Of course.”

Pulling out a Pokéball, Volo released his Pokémon. An Arcanine emerge from it, dark fur dancing as she shook her fur out and stretched. Her ears twitched and flicked as her tail followed suit. Looking at Jacq, Arcanine’s head tilted slightly before approaching Jacq.

Jacq, all the while, kept his posture calm as Arcanine started sniffing him. Holding his hand beneath Arcanine’s head, Jacq let him sniff it. Once the Arcanine finished her inspection, her cloudy tail excitedly wagged as she licked Jacq. Jacq chuckled, petting Arcanine. A soft smirk escaped Volo as he watched the display.

“She is from Hisui,” Volo admitted, “or Sinnoh before it was officially called such. So, as I’m sure you’re well aware, her temperament isn’t identical to his Kantonian counterpart.”

“All too well.” Jacq confirmed as Volo’s Arcanine licked his face. “They’ll have different needs based on their physiology and typing. And, based on their environment, they’ve adapted to deal with it and its threats. However,” he ruffled the fur on Arcanine’s head, “I’ve also learned that they share some baseline traits.”

“Oh?”

“My colleague, for instance, works with Kantonian, Alolan, and Galarian Meowth. The Alolan Meowth tend to prefer sweeter treats and like to go swimming. The Galarian ones are mischievous and adventurous, and have a completely different evolution that has very different needs compared to Persian. While the Kantonian Meowth tend to be loyal, but easy to anger. However, regardless of region, wild Meowth usually travel in packs and seldomly mate for life. Of course, there will be exception, but those are the more common factors.

“Arcanine are the same way.” Jacq held Arcanine’s face, cooing. “They may have their differences, but they are loyal and good judge of character.”

Arcanine nudged Jacq, rubbing her head against Jacq. Jacq continued to praise her as Jacq studied Arcanine. Jacq was so engrossed in the Pokémon that he didn’t notice Volo closing in on him.

Volo put a hand on Jacq’s shoulder. “You’re so sweet.”

Startled, Jacq’s face turned red. “Oh… uh… I… uh…”

“So sweet it’s downright adorable.” Hands clamped on the sides of Jacq’s face. “Although, I think your assessment on Alolan Meowth is a little faulty.”

“Oh?”

“They aren’t the only ones who enjoy a little sweet treat.”

Jacq’s head tilted slightly, curious. Before he could inquire about it, he was brought in for a kiss. His eyes widened as his arms floated to his side. When he released Jacq, one of Volo’s hands held the back of Jacq’s head as the other wrapped around his waist. He snickered as Jacq was speechless and red in the face.

“I think you can be trusted. Maybe.”

Pulling Jacq back, he hugged him. Lost in thought, Volo mentally noted how naïve Jacq. How easy to use he could be. But if Arcanine was willing to trust him, maybe, just maybe, Jacq could be trusted.

[artsy0wl]

The Overworked Trauma of the Eccentric Intellect Chapter 1

I’m experimenting with a new ship of my own concoction. I got into a bit of a Jacq (Scarlet and Violet) mood and wanted to do a shipfic with him. Prior to Volo getting introduced alongside him in Masters EX, I ended up deciding to go with Saguaro. I felt it could work so I went with it.

I may still do something with Jacq and Volo, but in the meantime, I hope you enjoy the forst chapter of this lil fic.

Synopsis: Can you make sure Jacq eats? He’s been so caught up with work that I think he’s skipped a few meals. Oh, and I’m pretty sure he hasn’t slept in a few days.

It sounded like a simple enough request. Though Sarguao doesn’t exactly understand why he specifically should be tasked with such a request. But easy or simple aren’t exactly the words to describe the situation as Jacq’s motives come to light. And a spiraling depression needs immediate attention.

Can you make sure Jacq eats? He’s been so caught up with work that I think he’s skipped a few meals. Oh, and I’m pretty sure he hasn’t slept in a few days.

It sounded like a simple enough request. If not a bit odd. Clavell wasn’t too invested in the teachers outside of the basics. However, given that Jacq had developed a bond and partnership with the esteemed director, it wasn’t too surprising when Clavell worried about him.

And he had every right to. Though not something the average person would pick up, in hindsight, Saguaro realized that he hasn’t seen Jacq much in the break room or the cafeteria.

So if the director was coming to him to combat that, Sarguaro could understand that. From what Saguaro was told, Jacq ignored Miriam’s concerns, stating he was alright and would grab something to eat later. He told Dendra he has to keep his mind working if he was ever going to get his project done. He even told Hassel that ‘an artist’s work, or I guess I should say biology teacher’s duty, needs to be perfect’.

Clavell must have been desperate if he was asking for Saguaro’s help. His and Jacq’s department were so dar apart that Saguaro wondered why the director didn’t ask Raifort first.

It sounded simple enough. It should have been simple enough. But when he got to Jacq’s office, he wasn’t sure if “simple” was the right word. Messy and chaotic fit the scene he was greeted by.

Papers scattered across the floor along with several empty cups of, presumably, coffee. Jacq’s Arcanine was curled up and napping next to Jacq while his Farigiraf poked her head in through the nearby window. An Alolan Meowth napped on his table while Jacq picked away at a Pokédex. Jacq was muttering to himself, some kind of technical jargon that Saguaro didn’t particularly care to understand.

Talking Jacq out of his invested was going to be interesting. If not a bit annoying. Clearing his throat, Saguaro entered the room.

“Not very tidy today, are you?”

Chuckling, Jacq took his glasses off and set them on the desk. “A little mess can’t hurt anyone.”

Approaching Jacq’s desk, Saguaro leaned against it. “But skipping out on meals and sleep can.”

Huffing, Jacq leaned forward, folding his arms in the process. “Not you too.”

“Yes, me too.” Saguaro crossed his arms. “You more than anyone should know that your body has needs.”

“And I will… once I get these projects done.”

Grabbing a document, Jacq proceeded to jot some notes down. He then proceeded to pet the Meowth’s head before moving onto the next document. Looking at Jacq’s paperwork, Saguaro changed his tactic.

“What are you working on?”

“Miss Briar wanted to see if I could add a new feature to the Pokédex. She wanted some kind of lore application for the Blueberry Academy students. Specifically on Paradox Pokémon and regional variants for educational purposes. Salvatore wants some insight on this little guy.” Jacq scratched behind the Meowth’s ear. “Apparently he hasn’t been eating much lately despite poving what Salvatore had been giving up until now.” Jacq grabbed a few documents. “Director Clavell needs the results of the Biology midterm by the end of the week and I’m looking into the Herba Mystica sample that Arven brought me.”

“Sounds stressful.”

“Maybe a little, but it’s keeping me busy. Which isn’t that bad, am I right?” Jacq shrugged as the Meowth woke up and stretched out. “Besides, it’ll be worth it when all is said and done.”

“It may be worth it, but I don’t think they want you to overwork yourself in the process.”

“But I need to get it all done.” Jacq let out a deep yawn, rubbing his eyes before grabbing the Pokédex he was working on. “I promised I’d get it done and I can’t let them down.”

“You won’t let anyone down if you take a break.”

Jacq slid his glasses back on. “You don’t know that.”

“Yes I do. None of them would want you to lose your sanity over this. Or your health.”

“I’m fine.”

“You probably can’t even stand up without falling over.”

“I can. Watch me.”

Accepting the challenge, Jacq quickly stood up. Maintaining his balance, he turned to fully face Saguaro with a boastful smirked. But before he could boast about his small win, Jacq’s vision began to blur. Fuzzy particles clouded his line of sight. His ankle rolled, causing Jacq to fall over. Saguaro acted fast, he grabbed Jacq and helped him stand.

“See.”

“I tripped.”

Saguaro rolled his eyes. If Jacq was going to be difficult, he would meet it with equal amounts of stubbornness. The back of Jaq’s coat was grabbed as he was tossed over Saguaro’s shoulder.

“And my hand slipped.”

Jacq’s face turned red as Saguaro picked up the Meowth and vacated the room. “Saguaro!? Put me down!”

“No.”

The first place Saguaro stopped was Salvatore's office, plopping the Meowth in his bed. “Try more seafood oriented food. And bitter berries since they can’t really taste sweet berries.”

Not waiting for a response, Saguaro left Salvatore’s office. Instead, he hauled Jacq over to his dorm room. All the while, Jacq weakly begged for Saguaro to put him down.

He would only get his wish once they got to the room. Once there, Saguaro set Jacq on the bed, removing Jacq’s glasses in the process. But instead of lying down, Jacq sat on the side of the bed. Despite his exhaustion, he wasn’t ready to give up.

Saguaro set the glasses on the counter as he started to look around the kitchen. “Can you give yourself, at least one hour to nap? After that, you’re going to eat, then, will you be allowed to get back to work.”

Jacq continued to sit there, not responding to the request. Not knowing if that was his way of considering it or silently accepting it, Saguaro continued to look around the kitchen. Grabbing a pot and a few ingredients, he decided to make soup. It wouldn’t take long to make and wouldn’t be too hefty on Jacq’s stomach.

“It’s my fault, isn’t it?”

“What is?” A stagnate pause greeted him as Saguaro started chopping some veggies. “What do you think is your fault?”

“That Sada died.”

A quick, firm chop cut through a leek. Shoulders stiffened as Saguaro’s hands landed on the counter. Light eyes fell on Jacq, who refused to move eye contact from the floor.

“Where is this coming from?” More silence. “Jacq?”

“I’m noticing Briar taking an… unhealthy interest in Aera Zero.” Jacq huffed. “It brings back memories. Regrets. Things I should have changed.” He shuttered as he shook his head. “Knowing what happened with Sada, while standing in front of her son makes me feel evil. I could have… should have, said something back then.

Saguaro moved around the counter and sat next to Jacq. His hand gently landed on Jacq’s back. Jacq quietly melted into it. Almost as though he needed physical contact.

“It’s just… every time I look at Arven, I get this gut wrenching feeling in my stomach.” Leaning forward, Jacq crossed his arms over his lap. “He shouldn’t be taught by the man who contributed to her passing.”

“It’s not your fault.” Saguaro denounced. “Arven’s a good kid. Needs a little more practice in the kitchen, but a good kid.” His hand gently motioned around Jacq’s back. “But if he blames anyone, it’s not you.”

“But I-”

“Am a wonderful teacher that anyone would be lucky to have. Excitable and a little air headed, who unconsciously overworks himself, but an honest man.”

Jacq sat up, finally turning to face Saguaro with exhausted distress. “But I’m not. I was part of the problem. I wanted to go on the expedition too. So I should have been the one to say something when Clavell didn’t. Why shouldn’t he mad at me?”

“First of all, Arven’s just a kid. You’re expecting a lot from a kid who’s still got a few years in school. Will he feel resentful for his mother’s decisions? Of course. Will he blame one of the only mentors and parental figures he has because of it? No.” Saguaro’s hand wrapped around Jacq’s shoulders. “Secondly, you have noting to feel guilty over. Yes, you were on the expedition, but if anyone pushed Sada to that point, it would have been her. I don’t think any of us wanted this to happen, but no one could have predicted this. Not even Sada. And thirdly, Sada and Briar are grown women. You could have done everything in your power to stop Sada, and she still could have gone down the same path. Same with Briar presently.”

Holding back tears, Jacq glared at Saguaro, trying to hold back the urge to yell at Saguaro. Knowing he was just trying to help and didn’t deserve to be berated, Jacq knew better. At the same time, he couldn’t bring himself to accept that he was innocent in all of this.

“It can’t be that simple. Someone has to be held accountable and-”

A kiss prevented Jacq from finishing his thought, silencing him. A soft, stunned breath escaped his nostrils as silver eyes widened. When Saguaro pulled back, he took advantage of Jacq’s shock and gently pushed Jacq back, lying him down. With a now red face, jacq glared at Saguaro with confused disbelief.

“You’re not in a clear mental state. If you really want to continue this self inflicted blame, we can afterwards.”

~

“I never would have thought you had a sweet tooth.”

Four hours later and Jacq finally woke up from his nap. When he did, he was greeted by the scent of coffee. A sweet aroma was in the air as he managed to get himself out of bed with an unceremonious thud. Saguaro had opted out of his soup plan in favor of scones. A preferable alternative to go with the coffee.

“You’re not the only one.” Saguaro chuckled. “What can I say, there’s a softie underneath this cool exterior. Besides, Juliana and Arven got me some of that Sweet Herba Mystica as a little gift and I want to put it to good use.”

“Oh…” Jacq wearily smirked, “that was really nice of them.”

“It really was.”

An awkward silence fell as Jacq’s frame deflated. His glasses fogged up as he took a sip of coffee. When he set it down, Jacq's elbows rested on the table as fingers intertwined in front of Jacq’s face.

“Sada’s death is hitting you deep, isn’t it? And that’s why you’ve been over working yourself, right?”

“…Yeah.”

“And you haven’t told the Director, if I had to guess. Because you know he’d have you take time off if you did.” Jacq nodded. “And you thought you could bury it under work, thinking that no one would suspect anything?” Jacq nodded again causing Saguaro to roll his eyes. “You know, for someone so smart, you are so dumb sometimes.”

Jacq shrugged his shoulders. “It worked.”

“For how long? A week? And only because our esteemed director had an undercover counseling gig with a pompadour and a dream.” Saguaro’s hand reached across the table, grabbing Jacq’s wrist. “You need to take it easy. You can’t go on like this.”

Jacq’s face fell as he yanked his wrist away. “You’re stubborn, you know that?”

Saguaro chuckled. “That’s probably why he asked me to step in. Fight fire with fire. Or, well, stubbornness with stubbornness. Though, what you really need is a few days off and probably some therapy.”

Reaching out a hand, Saguaro offered comfort, hoping Jacq would accept the offer. Jacq eye the hand, cautiously and curiously. Staring at the hand, he was tempted to take it. To resign himself in defeat and take care of himself. Hovering his hand over Saguaro’s for a moment, Jacq quickly pulled it back.

“I’ll consider it, but I need to know one thing first. Why did you kiss me?”

Withdrawing his hand, Saguari frowned. He wasn't shocked by the qurestion, but he had hoped to avoid it for a little longer.

“First, I’d like to apologize for that. I wasn’t thinking all that clearly when I crossed that boundary. So for that, I am sorry.” Leaning forward, Saguaro proceeded. “In that moment, it felt like it was the only way to get you to stop talking and think for a minute.”

“I… I guess that worked…” He winced slightly as his shoulders shrugged. “It got my attention that’s for sure.” Holding his cup, his thumb gently traced over the rim. “It wasn’t the worst way I’ve been told to shut up. But I would have liked a little heads up. You know, so I’m a little more prepared.” Jacq awkwardly chuckled. Shrugging, he circled back to Saguaro’s request. “I think I’ll take some time off. I just need to let Clavell know.”

A wave of relief hit Saguaro. While relieved that Jacq was more forgiving towards his impulse reaction, he was more relieved that Jacq was going to take some time off to process everything and hopefully relax. Half expecting more of a fight, Saguaro was relieved that there wasn’t.

“I just need a day or two to catch up on sleep and a few meals and I’ll be good to go.” Jacq nodded. “That should be enough time to get this out of my system.” Jacq stood up. “Yeah, that’ll be perfect. Thank-”

Before he could finish he thought, Jacq’s wrist was grabbed and a resistant tug pull him back. One hand clamped on Jacq’s shoulder as another held the side of his face. Saguaro, who now towered over Jacq, for the first time Jacq had ever experienced, appeared unsettled.

“You need more than two days. You’re not okay.”

Jacq tensed. “But I’d be taking time off. That what you want, isn’t it?”

“I want you to step away and get help.” Both hands now held the sides of Jacq’s face. “Two days might be enough to recover physically. Mentally, not so much.”

Air escaped Jacq’s nostrils with melancholy and annoyance.

“Why do you care so much?”

“Because we’re worried about you. You’re running yourself so ragged that you could end up hospitalized or worse.” Saguaro gently ran his fingers through Jacq’s hair. “And knowing what I do now, I couldn’t live with myself if I let you go on like this.”

Glasses got hazy as Jacq tried to find the words to retaliate. He wanted to yell, shout how he didn’t need help. Yet, the words would not formulate.

Instead, his eyes started to water as his sight went dark. Jacq’s legs gave out, causing him to collapse. Falling into arms that picked him up with ease. The sound if Jacq’s name being called out muffled on before unconsciousness took over.