#AND Stories

[wanderersofeorzea]

LF More FFXIV RP Blogs Hey there, it's one of those posts again asking to like, reblog, comment, or whatever it is peeps ask for(I seriously don't remember) to find more rp blogs to follow, because as much as I love seeing the same four people on my dash, they need a hand!

Looking to follow... - Peeps talking about their character(s). - Sharing solo character(s) writings. - Sharing roleplays. - Prompts & asks. - Screenshots & art.

[bucking-mustangs-with-wings]

buckxbucky au idea #2:

Lone-wolf John Egan travels into a small town looking for a place to stay temporarily, the full moon only a few days away. Unbeknownst to him, the town is the territory of an established but discreet pack, led by a powerful alpha, the last of a rare bloodline of white wolves, Gale Cleven.

[wormworker]

some of y'all forget way too often that fictional characters are like... open to interpretation

[anoradraws]

The Jacket

A Guzma x Reader Short Story

Summary: You travel to the large mansion of Po Town to challenge the boss of Team Skull, Guzma, but after every grunt battles, puzzles, and other obstacles you finally arrive at his throne room at the top floor of the Shady Mansion; but once you entered, he’s not there... except for his jacket sitting on his makeshift throne.

Editor’s Note: This is kinda silly, stupid, and weird even for me, yet I wanted to write this anyway, but hey let me know what you think about it.

⚠️WARNING:⚠️Sexual preferences, explicit language, nudity; read at your own caution!

Po Town was considered one of the most dreary and miserable areas in Ula’Ula Island of Alola; nearly run down to ruins by a band of misfits known as Team Skull, who took over the town many moons ago, with the help of two leaders-- the second in command known as ‘Big Sis’ named Plumeria, and the Boss and founder of Team Skull named Guzma, who is said to be the most dangerous and threatening of the organization.

You traveled there for one purpose though: to challenge Guzma to a battle!

With help from the local police officer, and Ula’Ula Island Kahuna, Nanu, you enter through the walled gates into the decrepit town and begin your pathway to the large mansion located near the edge of the small borough, known as the Shady House, where you were told at some point during your journey is Guzma’s lair. You encounter several grunts along the way as they tried to slow you down, but you pressed onward with you head high as a Sirfetch’d ready for combat.

Finally, you arrive at the mansion; and once you stepped inside you see that it was far more dilapidated than even the town itself. With broken windows and ripped curtains, spray painted and slashed paintings hung on the walls, and several boxes stacked as walls in almost every corner of the main lobby. You didn’t hesitate as you start searching through every available room for clues as well as battled more grunts until you make your way up to the stairway to the second floor, careful to avoid the fallen chandelier as it blocked the second set of stairs of the main staircase.

You repeat the same process as the main lobby, and afterwards you manage to find an alternative route to the balcony outside. It was nearly a more dangerous tread to the other side of the building as the floor and rooftop soaked with the never-ending rain that continued to pour over the town, but carefully you were able to pass through without a scratch or otherwise.

You enter through a large window on the other side of the house after being outside for a steady but short while, and you walk through the large hallway until you finally approach a doorway at the end. In the pit of your stomach you feel this must be where Guzma is hiding; this is it, no turning back now, you take a deep breath and slowly but confidently opened the door and entered the room.

Once inside, you oddly find... no one is here, not even Guzma.

“Huh, that’s weird. Where’s Guzma?” You asked to yourself. “Usually he’d go all ‘big bad whatever’ to see me.”

It is strange; you expected a feeling of a Boss fight cutscene from a video game, but it turns out he’s not even in his room; then, out of curiosity you decide to snoop around for a while before concluding to leave and perhaps try again at a later time.

First, you noticed a large chest of lime green colored crystals called Buginium Z, an object usually given to trainers by Kahunas or Totem Pokémon after completing a trial as part of an Alolan tradition called the Island Challenge; then you rummage through the closet full of Ariados webbings and tattered clothing that looked like suits and dresses that belonged to possibly the previous owners of the mansion before it was taken over by Team Skull. You noticed the King Sized bed across the room, a large cabinet behind it filled with half empty and full bottles of liquor that seemed to be hardly touched, two safes that held the cabinet atop, and you finally spot the makeshift throne which made you roll your eyes in annoyance by how it’s set up. A large worn purple colored lay-z-boy sits atop two large flat platforms with a hallway rug underneath the furniture, two table stands sit on each corner of the platform with one of them having a laptop, and sitting on the chair sits a lone black clothing in which you suddenly took a strange interest in.

You approach the “throne” and slowly reach down to touch the cloth, but a foreboding vibe chills through your spine as a side of your mind is trying to warn you not to touch the fabric; but you ignore the ominous hints and, like a cursed artifact from a sacred temple, with delicate ease you finally pick up the apparel.

You study the clothing and realize it was a black hoodie, but not just any hoodie, it’s Guzma’s signature short sleeve hoodie with the large Team Skull logo on the back and black zig zag patterns with white backdrop on the sleeves and the sides. Whatever possessed you to hold and touch the leader’s coat is even beyond your self-conscience, yet here you are.

You hold onto the hoodie a little longer, feeling the recent warmth that lingers even within the sleeves, and at that moment-- only for that moment-- you felt a forbidden passion about the hoodie, like a warm summer breeze blowing through your hair during an outing, but you instantly shrug off the feeling and finally throw the hoodie back on the chair.

“Okay, I dunno what that was about, but I’m leaving!” you said with a final stomp toward the door to exit the room.

For some reason you stop; just as you reach up to grab the handle of the door, you oddly look back at the jacket, and then back at the door again. Rationally, you want to leave, but a more mischievous side of you is weirdly calling for that hoodie as a playful idea slowly starts to form in that messed up head of yours.

“Hmm...” You pondered and then give a devious grin. “I guess it wouldn’t really hurt to try on the jacket-- just for a little bit, at least.”

So, you unhook your backpack and set it next to the chest of Buginium Z-Crystals, and then you pick up the hoodie once more and easily slip it on, feeling the lingering warmth once again but this time it’s now shrouded around your upper body.

It was larger than you expected, understandably because Guzma himself is quite a very tall man (maybe even taller than your family member you know well of), and while you start to take a liking in wearing the jacket, another idea comes to your mind-- and now you start to mimic Guzma while standing in front of the purple colored chair.

“Oooh, lookit me, ‘I’m da Big Bad Boss who beats ya down and beats ya down and beats ya down blah blah BLAH blah BLAAAH’!” You mocked with a hearty laugh and tuned into a croaking voice to mimic Guzma’s. “’YEAH, big bad GUZMA is here‘!”

You start to run around like a preschooler, imitating Guzma’s slouching, walking, and almost every other gimmick he does to make himself look intimidating to the public’s eyes. “’I use Bug-Types because everything else SUCKS’! ‘Ya boy’s a big bad stinky rotten no good asshat with nothing else better to do than steal people’s Pokemon and knock out bus stop signs because they also SUCK’!”

You laugh and giggle, trot around and stomp around, as you continue to mimic Guzma for only a couple more minutes until you finally settle yourself on the large lay-z-boy to take a break from poking fun of the Team Skull leader. You can’t help but laugh at your jokes, but then that laughter slowly turns silent as you look around the room once more. At that point you start to feel a little lonely, well not quite Cubone lonely so to speak, but nonetheless you feel a bit empty inside.

You study the room for a few more minutes pondering to yourself of how Guzma really does feel when he’s not always ‘Big and Bad’ as he always claims. You shook your head at first as you logically feel the man’s a total menace, a danger to everyone in Alola, and yet... there was something more about him than even you don’t know about. For a moment, you actually felt sorry for him; why it is, you don’t know, and as you try to shake off the feeling it wouldn’t go away. 

The way you taunt him earlier starts to slightly haunt you, almost feeling bad for even poking fun of him, and that’s when you look down at the jacket once more. The hoodie feels so warm around you, with his scent still lingering in the fabric; musty with some hints of a mild cologne brand, and some cocoa. It was a very odd smell, but you seemed to take a liking to it, making you flush a pretty shade of rose on your face.

Admittedly, when you first met Guzma back at Malie Gardens, you thought him as a very terrifying man with the way he talks smack and scares the living daylights out of everyone around him, but over time you weirdly wanted to know him more, as you secretly developed a slight crush on him, that is until one day when the grunts kidnapped a little girl’s Yungoos from the Aether House and you had to go through Hell and back to retrieve the poor thing and take it back to the child. This is actually your second trip to Po Town to be honest, as you felt enough is enough of Team Skull’s harassment among Alola, and wanted to battle Guzma to force him and his gang to pack up and leave.

That was the original plan at first...

However, as of tonight, Guzma’s not at the mansion, and as far as the grunts you battled earlier, are still hanging out at the house but they’re actually not even noticing you’re in Guzma’s room, wearing his jacket and sitting on his throne.

After taking some time to look back on your thoughts, you start to sit back more on the throne to take a little comfort to yourself. You start to feel a slight breeze in the room, probably coming from the cracks of the main doorway, and you feel cold until you pull Guzma’s jacket closer and tighter to you. Then you feel the passion from earlier come back to you, now more alleviating than before, and for some reason you feel like his presence is slowly wrapped around you, keeping you warm, soothing, and loving.

You cuddle within the hoodie a little more, smelling his scent ever so tenderly to your warmth, and that’s when you start to feel a heat inside you, a wanting feeling, even with Guzma’s hoodie dressed on you.

Without thinking, but at the same time you wanted to, you take off your regular clothes and set them next to your backpack against the chest of Buginium Z-Crystals, leaving nothing but your panties on.

You wrap Guzma’s hoodie ever so tightly yet comfortably around your upper body, ignoring the breeze flowing through your bare legs; the lingering smell of Guzma still wafts against your face, and the fabric shrouds you ever so tenderly like he was really hugging you. Then, as you keep stroking the hoodie with gentility, you slowly reach your hand into your panties, imagining it’s Guzma’s as you start to rub against your clit, pleasuring yourself to the thoughts of Guzma all around you while you wear the hoodie like it were hypnotizing you.

After a few minutes, you hardly hear the door of the throne room creak open as you were starting to feel a climax coming soon, and at that moment, that’s when you hear his voice.

“Wow, this is a new one!”

You finally snap out of your masturbating trance after hearing that deep but familiar voice, accidentally scratching your clit with one of your fingernails; you whimper by the graze, despite not being as painful, as you quickly turn around with your legs both feeling a little like jelly and keeping your nether regions covered despite wearing the panties; you also wrap the hoodie very tightly to hide your bare breasts, and finally you see him in the flesh, straight and tall, with a befuddled look about his face-- Guzma!

“OH ARCEUS!!!” You panicked at Guzma’s unexpected arrival. “G-Guzma, I-I did-- I-It’s not what it looks like, I mean-- I didn’t mean-- I-I can explain--”

You feel so mortified by this moment as you feel your whole body flush red, getting caught by the one person you were starting to develop feelings for, and even worst of it all is you’re still wearing his hoodie.

Guzma continues to stare you down with a deep stupefied look on his face after catching you masturbating in the middle of the room with his coat on; at the same time however, in all the months he’s come to know you since your first encounter back at Malie Gardens, he’s definitely surprised to see a daring and freaky side of you, especially in this current predicament.

“I go down to help a couple of the grunts move a sleeping Snorlax from the swimming pool for a couple hours,” He cries with an annoyed tone. “and now I find (Y/N) here, rubbing one out in the middle of MY room, wearing MY jacket like the horny slut she is! This is definitely something I’d never expect from a goody-two-shoes teacher’s pet like you, that’s for sure!”

At this point you just want to get out of this house, go back to your home, and hide beneath thirty blankets on your bed for the rest of your life after what you had just done. You couldn’t help it, somehow you were in the mood, and you didn’t want the moment to stop. Very weird and wrong, especially for you but face it, deep down you actually want Guzma, you never felt anything like this for him or anyone beforehand; now, you just don’t know what to think of anymore or make any excuse to get yourself out of this moment, and perhaps not even Guzma would want to see you the same way again.

“I... I-I’m so sorry...” You apologized as your whole body is still blushed in embarrassment. “I’ll go ahead and leave now, I’m sorry this happened.”

However, as you turned your back to head to the chest of Z-Crystals to get your belongings, Guzma grabs you by the arm and pulls you a little close to him. He looks over you like a leaning tower, studying you and quite frankly admiring you in your current state. 

He chuckles slightly and gives you a sinister grin on his face. “Don’t get me wrong, now I know you couldn’t have just come here to mess with my stuff, but since you’re here anyway and.. I hate to admit... you look pretty cute in my hoodie.”

Your face blushes even redder as Guzma confessed his interest in you; then you smirked nervously and you feel a warming comfort through your skin.

Then, Guzma’s smile widens as he spoke once more. “But... there is one thing that doesn’t go with that jacket.”

“What’s that?” You asked.

Guzma leans closer to your ear and whispered. “Your panties... Take them off.”

Your eyes widen as you thought he must’ve seen your underwear while you try to hide the rest of your body with his coat, but after a moment with your thoughts, you surrender to Guzma’s command and easily take off your panties and push them aside, now fully nude but with Guzma’s jacket still clinging around your upper body.

Guzma gives a lustful look in his eyes as he reaches out to you once more. “Now, c’mere!” 

Guzma pulls you in and finally locks his lips against yours, slipping his tongue inside between the wet and slobbery smooches you both take in. You and Guzma make out for the next few minutes until Guzma picks you up in a bridal fashion and takes you over to the bed, laying you flat on your back and once you hit the mattress the jacket you’re still wearing bounces open to reveal your full nude body for Guzma to gaze in awe as he climbs over you.

“Damn, you’re hotter than I imagined,” Guzma compliments as he dives to your neck and starts nibbling at the base of your skin.

You and Guzma make out a little more until he starts feeling up your breasts, pinching and twisting the nipples, and suckling them while you grasp a hand between the locks of Guzma’s soft, messy, white hair, and breathing out a few gasps and moans in between. Shortly, Guzma makes his way down slowly and tenderly across your stomach, kissing every part until he reaches your thighs; he sits up and takes off his white shirt and throws it to the floor, and then he takes your thighs and spreads them apart, revealing your already wet, shaved nether regions.

Licking his lips, Guzma takes another dive and goes straight to your clitoris, drubbing and engulfing the sensitive area, making you mewl in ways you’ve never experienced before, which at one point made Guzma look up at you to see your squirming in ecstasy, making his eyes glint in delight. In between laps, Guzma reaches a finger into your entrance, thrusting and touching all your more delicate expanse, making you all the more wetter for him, and more eager for his performance.

“Think you can take on my cock now, baby?” Guzma teased as he wipes his face with the back of his hand. 

Hesitantly, you nodded with your eyes bleary in lust, and you whole body already in motion to take anything the Big, Bad Boss will give you at this point.

“Good.” He grins; eyes glowing with desire and his smile as wide as a mischievous Gengar.

Guzma strips of the remaining clothing he had on, slipping out his already hardened cock, which is far larger than even you had imagined, and in a moment he finally yet gently slips inside your entrance. Slowly, he gets you used to the feeling of him inside you while thrusting back and forth, making you groan in delight of this moment; shortly, he begins to take you a little faster and teasing you with more kisses and bites to your upper body.

Both Guzma and you touch your foreheads for a minute as Guzma grinds faster into your pussy, stretching you and filling you with every inch of his cock; you yell his name in the air, begging for more, and he teases you once again while cupping your breasts to rub them in between each pound he takes to you.

“Ahh fuck... fuck, you’re so good! I’m gonna... almost...” Guzma pants as he nears his climax, while at the same time you also reach for yours while holding onto his upper body with your arms, clinging for dear life while Guzma fucks you to oblivion.

You yell out his name once more, and he yells for yours, and finally the both of you cum, both your heads throttle back in the wake of your climax as Guzma fills you with his seed and your juices squirm out alongside his slick dick. Both you and Guzma shortly collapse atop each other on the mattress, taking in each other’s bodies closer in an afterglow cuddle and gazing into each others’ eyes. You and Guzma make out slowly and tenderly once more, taking in another moment to yourselves until Guzma pulls out of you and relaxes himself to take another breather for himself as he lies next to you.

You also relax from the exhilaration of the lustrous intercourse you and Guzma had gone through, not even realizing the jacket your still wearing, but you also gladly didn’t take it off through the whole event. In a while afterwards, you roll yourself atop Guzma’s chest, laying your head about to hear his soothing heartbeat as you rest while Guzma wraps and arm around your shoulder in comfort. Both you and Guzma ease yourselves in a pleasant cuddle, until Guzma breaks the ice once more.

“So... What was that earlier about knocking out bus stop signs because they suck?”

At that moment, your eyes widen in shock; you had forgotten about your mocking Guzma earlier, while pretending to be him as you wear his hoodie. You look up at him and gave him a nervous chuckle, along with a very timid crooked smirk, realizing that Guzma had possibly overheard your previous insults about him before all the sexual pleasures you and Guzma endured.

Something tells you this was going to be a long night.

[ellenofteamcealverse]

I drew this a while back of Star of Team Cealverse's character named Winter for a solo project they're making.

[sunshinerainbowsandlollipops]

"Do you write for work or fun?"

Neither. No I write for my readers. I write for the characters that want their stories told. I write for the worlds that go unseen. I write to show others what I want to see. I write stories for the people that never got to write their own.

[teitomonogatari]

when people say "enough stories about the human condition" like.

all stories are about the human condition!!!!!!! all art is about the human condition!!!! everything we create is about the human condition because we are so so so desperately human

ancient paintings in caves are about the human condition. the epic of gilgamesh is about the human condition. stories made a million years from now will be about the human condition

we are humans making art and all the art made by humans bleeds of humanity. do you get it? do you fucking get it?????

[justp34chy]

considering writing a Briar fic perhaps

[etfrin]

idk where I got the courage to write an aftg fanfic because Neil and Andrew are both such unique and complex characters and every time I make them talk or make them do something I am like WOULD THEY DO IT!? WOULD THEY? i am so afraid of writing them fr, and I feel so scared whenever I make them interact with my oc because what if it's not like them to do that??? All I can do is suck it up because I am trying my best and idk what else to do— because I want to keep writing my story and I went them in it and I want them to be themselves and it's scary because what if I am changing them to my will?? But characters are up to interpretations because even tho an author writes them, a reader will see what they want to see, so my writing of Neil and Andrew will never be truly accurate so that's scary af because I love them as they're

[waspgrave]

in my haze of creative depression (which was exacerbated by a group from the wayhaven fandom c: and some former irl friends) I forgot how to do just about anything regarding it, which includes having the confidence for posting my stuff. So it’s going to take so much for me to not impulse delete anything once i start posting it again

Thanks everyone for sticking around and to those who have been encouraging 💖

[alovelyburn]

This became ranting halfway through so feel free to delete/ignore.

Related to recent discussion but not necessarily confined to Berserk. Lately I've just disliked calling antagonists or characters I write 'evil' at all. I tried introducing a new OC of mine to an acquaintance once and their immediate question was 'are they good or evil'?

What does it matter! Are you banned from liking them if they're evil? What if their morality and actions are too complex to sum up in a good-or-evil dichotomy? What if they begin as a hero and undergo a corruption arc? What if they begin as a villain and undergo an atonement arc? What if I just made them for a cutesy slice-of-life comic where the stakes are so low there don't need to be heroes and villains? What if they're super ambiguous and there are no right answers about their morality? And again, even if they were evil, does that somehow prevent you from liking them?

I just feel like labelling my characters as 'evil' makes them more boring, or misleads certain audiences into thinking the story will go a certain direction when it won't. I like putting my villains through redemption arcs and my heroes through corruption arcs. Not to mention how... I am a weird writer who has to understand my villain and what they desire and why they do what they do completely before I can make them do anything. I can't just have them kicking puppies for funsies, that just causes my brain to stutter to a halt and go 'but... what's the point of this????? to what end???'

I dunno. Maybe I'm too idealistic?

But overall I just. Find evil-for-the-sake-of-evil villains so unbelievably boring. They feel more plot device than character, and the longer they spend on-screen, the more I start to get bored by them. They can catalyze fun situations but they just... don't feel interesting. Griffith, and other villains and ambiguous characters who fandom tends to flatten, is more fun and interesting as a deeply flawed person than as Secretly Satan Incarnate All Along.

So one of the conversations I used to get into a lot during my days with the DC Fandom was this idea of Evil Villains, right like... people complaining that all the villains these days have tragic pasts and aren't just evil for the sake of being evil anymore.

This is also a complaint a friend of mine had when Aizen's motivations came out in Bleach back in the day - she was disappointed that he wasn't just a power hungry bastard. And then Gin's motivations came out and she was even more unhappy about that.

And this is one of those things that I'm never going to understand, I think. In part just because I think in most cases, characters who can be easily labeled as "evil" are kind of, you know, boring just like you said. They're flat. This isn't definitely all the time absolutely true, but it is I think true as a general rule, at least to me. It's also not realistic. Even the most evil people in history weren't sitting around like, yes today I will grease and twist my mustache and go out there and be Evil.

Fiction being fiction sometimes you can sometimes get away with it, I think, but that's the other thing: IMO when you do have a character who can be described as evil by nature, just evil - a Joker, or a Darkseid, that kind of thing - their absolute pointless malevolence pops more when they are a rarity. If you consider every character being plotted somewhere on a hypothetical graph where their point is placed at the intersection of the reasonableness of their goal and the tactics they use to get those things done, I feel like very few characters should be like... at the all-for-nothing extremes right like, if you have a character that's at 0 on reasonableness and 100 on extremity of tactics you've created an Absolute Monster, which may or may not be what you're going for but something that extreme should really stand out in my personal opinion. It shouldn't be just like one heartless monster in a crowd of thousands, that makes them less memorable and honestly it makes the story less memorable because one absolute monster can be chilling but a crowd is so over the top as to be unbelievable.

All of which is a long long winded way of getting around to, yeah I agree with you. I don't really think it's too idealistic - I mean I think the same thing and I'm a cynical realist so. Rather, I think the tendency to imagine that people who do awful things do those things because it's just fun to cause pain or even "because they're evil" is a little reductive. Everyone has motivations - some are better than others, but everyone has them.

On the subject of whether a character being evil means you can't like them, though, I think to some people the answer to that is "Yes..." but the thing is, I'm not really sure if I believe them. Is that actually a thing? Because in my experience when I actually talked to them a lot of the time I ended up feeling like that's not true, they just frame "liking" the character differently because Morals.

It's like all the people who are like, "I don't understand how anyone could like Griffith, I mean sure maybe if you like him as an interesting character and a well-constructed villain but how do you LIKE HIM?" Because I'm not sure what they think Griffith fans actually mean when they say they like Griffith, but it's usually something like "what a well-constructed and fascinating character." Speaking for myself, anyway, I just don't feel obligated to put up "BUT ONLY AS A VILLAIN YOU GUYS" disclaimer up when I say it.

[anoradraws]

Z-Move with a Price (Epilogue)

My first attempt at a P.O.V short story; hope you enjoy!

Summary: ‘While a battle you were forced to engage in pursues, your Z-Move attempt has mysteriously backfired... and now you have to pay for the consequences.’

⚠️WARNING:⚠️ Explicit language, mild violence and gore, sexual preferences. Read at your own caution.

During the next afternoon, you and Guzma were having lunch together at the Pokémon Center café; you were working and catching up on some research assignments for Professor Kukui on your small laptop (as well as messaging him through different emails about some of the situations you endured through the week after receiving a text from him about a local news station stretching a segment of how you hooked up with Guzma during your imprisonment at the Pokémon Center, and hoping Kukui would see through your emails as it was all a deep misunderstanding); meanwhile, Guzma sits across you, drinking his favorite Tapu Cocoa and checking his cell phone which he hasn’t looked through in awhile.

You and Guzma were both quiet but stayed with each other, while your Bulbasaur naps comfortably next to your feet; it was honestly a nice and peaceful stillness the both of you were enjoying, but you felt something off between you and Guzma. You look up and actually notice a deep concern in Guzma’s face, perhaps still feeling a bit worried after visiting Golisopod in the recovery room since yesterday, and rightfully so. You began to think of what would’ve happened had Golisopod gone the opposite of rehabilitation instead; you’d not only feel remorse about it, but Guzma as well, and you’d probably suffer more than just the shit you went through all week, maybe even sharing a grave with Golisopod as well. You shudder deeply at those thoughts, but luckily, to both your end and Guzma’s, Golisopod is safely recuperating in the next room, being carefully observed by the Pokémon Center staff and doctors.

A few minutes afterward, you start thinking about Guzma’s offer of starting a new relationship with him; even though that little... copulation yesterday was more of Guzma’s punishments toward you, it didn’t really stop you to actually think of a possible new romance with him. In all honesty, you did developed a... slight crush on him after your first meeting turned battle with him at Malie Gardens, thought he’s handsome in appearance at least, and despite his bad attitude act he does hold a care and gratification for those he deems worthy, especially to his organization, and notably how he saved your Bulbasaur from Sven awhile back.

Your reputation as ‘Kukui’s research assistant’ may have gone a bit down the drain to the public’s eyes, but that was what held you back from developing new feelings for Guzma; sure it personally may take you some time to get used to the idea, but it’s definitely the least you could do for not only saving Toothless, but you were definitely holding back your personal feelings toward him.

Guzma had a hand laid out on the table while he continues to scroll through his phone and drink his beverage; you look across your small laptop, seeing an opportunity as you check out your assignments for the day. You close your laptop and stare restlessly at Guzma’s hand on the table. You hesitated to even think of grabbing Guzma’s attention at first, and thinking of all the strange occurrences you went through under his watch all week; but now you didn’t care, some of the punishments you deserved, some were unnecessary, and most of them were definitely awkward but you’re past all that now.

He’s an asshole, yes, but he’s your favorite asshole.

After another moment to work up your prowess, you slowly reach up and brush your fingers across his knuckles and onto the back of his hand, feeling the rough but warm skin under your fingertips, and eventually you wrap your palm atop his back hand, which finally grabs Guzma’s attention. Curiously, he stares at your gesture, but then he hears you speak with a soft and gentle voice.

“I... I’ve been thinking... about your offer to me.”

Guzma puts his phone back in his pants pocket as he raised an eyebrow in interest once you mentioned Guzma’s offer to start a new relationship with him, and he continues to listen as you persist in your words. “I... since you and I had gotten off with a... very rough start as rivals, and ended in an extremely bad situation up to the moment you saved Toothless... I guess, it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to start fresh with you. Honestly, I... may have had a teeny-tiny bit of feelings for you, at least until that shitty incident with the Z-Move (sigh). But now...”

You took a breather at the moment, but didn’t leave Guzma hanging as you manage to finish off your explanation to him. “... Now, with Golisopod getting better, and I do owe you one for saving Toothless... I guess we could be something more together; start off a little slow, and then see where it goes from there.”

Guzma gives you a small smile, slightly smug at first but you weren’t finished just yet. “(Ahem) Basically... what I’m trying to say... is yes; yes Guzma, I’d like to start something new and fresh with you. There, I said it, and I’m actually not regretting it this time.”

Guzma’s smile widens now, with a true form of love in his eyes. Deep down he’s always had a soft spot for you, just didn’t know how or when to show it to you until now. While your hand still lays atop his, Guzma then returns the grip as he gently lifts his hand from your loosening grasp and curls his fingers through yours, firmly holding your hand in place against his palm.

The two of you stare into each other’s eyes awhile longer, slowly beginning to feel an invisible shroud of adoration and tenderness. Shortly, Guzma cups his hands onto your lower jawline, lightly pulling you closer to him as you leaned forward over the table, and with gentility he finally kisses your lips.

His soft and warm caress leaves you in a new state of being, one so comforting and relaxed you feel as if your own soul has integrated with Guzma’s now that you’ve decided to start a new beginning with him.

The moment was shortly interrupted with a café patron noticing the two of you kissing as they grabbed your attention in speaking with a shocked expression. “Y-You do realize you’re kissing... the Boss of Team Skull, right?”

You didn’t care anymore, while you were too tranced in Guzma’s kiss you let out your middle finger at the spectator, giving them the bird as a way to tell them to ‘fuck off’. Guzma lets out a small giggle as he noticed your gesture, and then both you and Guzma continue the makeout for awhile longer.

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The day has finally come; with the help of two other staffers, Nurse Joy leads Golisopod out of the recovery room and heads him into the lobby, where you and Guzma were waiting patiently for him. Internally, Guzma felt more than thrilled to see his best friend again, despite still being bandaged and slowly recovering, Guzma walks over to Golisopod and starts petting and nuzzling against his little head, with a small hint that tears were about to shed from his charcoal gray eyes.

You kept your distance for good reason as you watched with relief in your entire body that Golisopod has made it through his surgery, giving a loving and heartfelt smile to see him and Guzma reunited once again. Then you remembered how Guzma said you are to stay with him until Golisopod gets better, although specifically he never really said you would leave.

So, while Guzma and Golisopod comforted one another, your more logical side feels this is truly the right time to finally leave the Pokémon Center, and leave the events of you and Guzma behind. You’ve suffered enough by his shenanigans, you’re tormented enough to finally put the Z-Move incident in the past, and yet... your heart says otherwise.

As you walked near the exit, your Toothless stops you for a moment with one of his vines clenching on your wrist. You look down to see what the matter was. Toothless’s expression looks worrisome, as though he didn’t want you to leave Guzma and Golisopod behind, which made you think back of what you said to Guzma awhile back; how you want to make up for hurting Golisopod with your Z-Move without being punished for it.

Even though you agreed to start a new relationship with Guzma, but it somehow wasn’t enough to really make up for your mistakes; sure, you accepted him as your newfound love interest, but that was a whole different topic between you and Guzma. Your concentration now is Golisopod, and can he ever forgive you for nearly killing him?

Guzma continued to cuddle against his beloved isopod Pokémon, when he hears you whisper lightly to grab his attention.

“... Guzma?” You asked.

Guzma turns to face you, a slight confusion in his expression at first but listened as you continued.

“... Listen, I-I know it’s odd for me to say this, but... would it be alright if I stay with you a little longer?”

Feeling more bewildered by your question, Guzma keeps one hand on his Golisopod in comfort while he takes the other and lightly points his index finger at you while replying. “You... want to stay with me? Even after all the shit I did to you these past few days?”

“Well, I mean sure this past week’s been... eh, interesting, to say the least, but... I want to stay for Golisopod’s sake. I want to help you make sure he gets better and back on his feet, so that maybe someday... we could have a proper battle again. No Z-Moves of course though; in fact I promise I’ll never use them against Golisopod ever again.”

“Hmh... That’s uh, quite a bold promise right there princess; you sure about that?”

“Of course-- but, that doesn’t mean I’m giving up the Island Challenge or my research job, in case you’re wondering.”

“(Chuckle) Can’t argue with that, I guess.” Guzma continued. “But let’s see how my boy here thinks of you; go ahead, make your amends with him.”

You approach Golisopod, the logic side of you wants you to be nervous but you actually buck up and start your conversation, starting with a simple apology, almost the same one you explained before to Guzma before you two started to form a new relationship with each other.

“I... I’m truly, very, deeply sorry Golisopod; it was an accident, and I still don’t know how it even happened. I promise though, I’ll never use those moves on you ever again, no matter how much I need to.”

Even Toothless makes a coo to Golisopod, telling him in the native Pokémon language for you that you apologize deeply and severely for your mistakes back in Malie City. 

Golisopod cocks his head in understanding your apology, and then he sees you reach up your hand slowly but within inches to his nose; Golisopod studies your hand at first wondering what to do with it as he studies you and your tender movements toward him. Truth be told, Golisopod has already liked you, ever since you first encountered Guzma back at Malie Gardens after returning from a trial hosted by Sophocles back at the Hokulani Observatory. In fact, he probably already knew you didn’t mean to hurt him at the last battle in Malie City; he can sense through you that you are only a Pokémon Trainer going by the rules of battling, and despite you are an outsider from Kanto, you probably still have a lot to learn about Z-Moves anyway.

Then, Golisopod nudges his nose against your hand, accepting your trust towards him; afterwards, he reaches out his large taloned claws at you and hugs you tight in a bear hug, as his way of forgiving you for your mistakes.

“Huh. He took that better than I thought.” Guzma remarked with a smirk. “(Chuckle) Guess I didn’t need to punish you all that much after all.”

You groaned to yourself, feeling annoyed how it’s possible Guzma would know his Golisopod would forgive you after the accident. Fortunately, it’s all in the past, and all you have to do is help Guzma make sure Golisopod gets back to full fighting spirits, and perhaps as you said before-- have a proper battle next time.

----- The End -----

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Epilogue (You are here)

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I understand that tall men are our POV characters, but surely being like a foot taller than everyone around them would have some occasional consequences

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funniest shit is going down on discord rn