#alexandrianshipping

[summerdreamss]

Pokemon Ship Stamp Batch #6

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[glitchdecay]

looking through the volkner tag and i didn't realize until just this second that i have very strong feelings about ships involving him. like for me it has to be ignitionshipping (volkner/flint or flint/volkner) or alexandrianshipping (volkner/jasmine).

alexandrianshipping has the honor of being the first ship i shipped EVER. like in my head they were childhood friends (volkner had to move away because of his family) who reconnected after becoming gym leaders. i was 16 and wrote fanfic for this ship. i even edited a deviantart stamp for it!! that was how deep i was into alexandrianshipping...

[blumen-draws]

Scene by the sea

[starlitwhispers]

alexandrianshipping where Jasmine is crying pls (ilysm 💘)

tides - 450 wordsalexandrianshipping / romancenote/reply: I am FEELING the Pain. as asked Stella. 

She stares as the water curls back onto the sand. Repeat. The waves return to the land. Repeat. Small gusts brush against the seams of her skirt, and her thin brown hair drifts above her shoulders. She thinks, what has she got to lose? The millions of beige Tuscan grains beneath her dainty sandals manage to sneak between her toes. She wriggles her pale ankles while she moves closer to the deep blankets of water and until it sweeps across her feet over and over.

Her fist rises and rests against her chest, she should go. She knows he’s out there somewhere, but she’s not sure if she should look for him. They tell her he went missing. They tell her he won’t come back. And it isn’t that he doesn’t want to, it is because he cannot. He physically cannot come back to her, he physically cannot come back to them, and she cannot change that. She does not know where he is, she cannot possibly know where he is.

The oceans carry him wherever, it is something he never decides. His body shifts across the blue and no one knows where it might guide him. Or so they tell her. The truth is he had gone missing, the seas swallow him instead. Where he might dwell is something she might never understand, something she might never find out. He could be anywhere, far away from the ship, close to it, or close to her. She might never know.  

They tell her it seems as if the tides themselves took him away, as if they were alive. The night he vanished, tempests swept the boat, just as strong as her heart ached the moment she heard of his disappearance.

But she wishes to know, she wishes to find him. Alive or not, she pleads for the water to give him back. Her soft arms cradle her round, slowly growing abdomen, and as the sun above splashes the horizon a passionate grenadine, she steadily moves closer to it. The lukewarm ocean submerges her ankles and sandals. Salty drops stream down her pink cheeks into the greater sea of tears.

Her cracked lips press together in the face of the orange and cobalt wasteland ahead, she weeps. She cries his name out, her legs quiver. And from behind, she hears a noise. Her head turns and the liquid sky itself flows from her eyes. She observes the figure up and down, tattered, torn, dirty, with the blondest hair, the father of their child. He starts towards her, embracing her close.

His feet remain submerged with hers, and the waves break against their legs. As dry mouth touches dry mouth, the tides have come back to the shore, as always.

[periwinkquills]

Catalyst 1

    The gears turned and solid pathways flipped positions as he experimentally turned on the switch after a long day of tinkering around with the décor of the gym. It had become quite a habit of doing so, so much that the power outages within the city were of no surprise to both its residents, and the affected trainers within the gym. A platform here, a change of paths there; it was pretty much the unthinkable made possible.

    Volkner stared with grim blue eyes, unfazed by his work. Not like a trainer worthy of his badge would waltz in, especially at this hour. He sighed as the trainers exited the gym in pairs. Due to the lack of trainers willing to challenge him, the gym wasn’t open all days. Despite this, the many times Volkner had toyed with the platforms out of boredom prompted the city to turn towards more solar energy collecting.

    After the remaining trainers exited, followed by the gym guide, the young gym leader furrowed his brows at the emptiness of the first room of the gym. That was how he felt his passion for battling, and it caused him to sigh in disappointment. It felt like ages since he had used Electivire in battle, since the very few who reached him had barely taken out the weakest on his team. Where is that spark? He often asked himself this, whether he’d be renovating, or simply standing, nonchalant eyes staring at the door frame, awaiting the trainer to finally restore his faith, and to have him remember what is was to hold the title of Gym Leader.

    With a flick of a few handles towards the adjacent wall, he shut down all the energy, the whole gym dimming into darkness. Footsteps echoed as he followed the blur of light shining from the exit.

    He stepped out into nothing but fresh sea breeze, and the faint echoes of Wingull chirping along the coastline. Turning back momentarily, he locked the double doors of the gym, signaling any incoming trainers that it would be closed for a few days. There was a bit of hesitance as he left the keys glued onto the keyhole. What would he do tomorrow? How would he distract himself?

    The blond figured that he might as well tackle those questions when he got there. Pulling the keys out, he slipped them into his pocket, and began to walk down the smooth pavement. Nothing but the crisp air brushed at his cheeks, the waves ringing within the distance as he dully took each step towards the tall lighthouse within the other side of the city. The most relaxing part of the day was this walk that he took, where he spent a good amount of time in the lighthouse simply observing the scenery, watching water Pokémon play about in the waters, and taking in how beautiful his hometown was.

    Only two people had passed him as he walked the rather lonely roads, giving the darkness that had already overshadowed the sunset. Everyone had rushed into their homes for the night. This was normal, he noted, as the city was rather quiet during the evening in comparison to the busy daytime, booming with business.

    At least everyone else in the city was proud of their work.

    Volkner shook his head from the ominous thoughts, sighing. At least his spot up in the lighthouse would bring him piece of mind.

    The closer the building grew, the more his troubles faded. A good hour or two simply staring through the glass would probably make him forget about this whole ordeal – at least until he got home… 

    Walking past the edge of the building, he made a sharp turn, hands in his pockets and his head tilted down. He could feel hints of a small headache beginning to drill his head. Volkner’s hands pulled out, pressing his index fingers to his temples.

    He didn’t even notice the rushed footsteps. Being too drawn into easing himself of his oncoming headache, the gym leader failed to react. Taking him by complete surprise, Volkner felt a sudden crash of weight against his chest, causing a grunt to rip out of his mouth, and his feet to stumble. His ears caught a gasp, and his eyes filled with the view of the entrance to the lighthouse ahead, and ends of long, chestnut colored strands.

    Both would have fallen if it wasn’t for Volkner’s quick reflexes. He managed to step back, holding onto the stranger before they could fall flat onto the pavement. “Hey,” he started out, a bit of annoyance dripping, “watch where you’re headed, hm?”

    Blue eyes met wide browns – scared browns.

    Ripping herself off his hold, the stranger stepped back, evident horror etched upon her pretty face. Her long, brown hair – akin to her eyes – gracefully fluttered with the sea breeze. Her hands shyly clutched the auburn colored bow neatly resting against her chest, making no effort to mask the intimidation in her eyes and body language.

    He now felt a tiny speck of guilt.

    “I’m, uh…so s-sorry…! I didn’t see you!” She bent herself in front, those long streaks of hair now curtaining both sides of her face. “I hope I didn’t hurt you!” She stood up straight, nervously fidgeting with her bow.

    “You didn’t,” he reassured, blinking. This girl, out here so late? He raised an eyebrow as she did a double take between him and the lighthouse. “Are you hurt? You seemed to be in a rush.”

    She relaxed – visibly. He observed the slump of her shoulders, and the hold she had on her bow, hands now at her sides. “Um... I’m okay. I just wanted to get back to my place…”

    He nodded in agreement – it was much too late, and usually the lighthouse was a ­him-only thing. “I see… Well, take care of yourself on your way home.”

    She didn’t look like the type to battle intensively. In fact, it looked like she didn’t even own any Pokémon. If she did, he thought she would’ve own a Buneary or a Pichu – something that seemed to fit with her shy, reserved portrayal. It was a shame, really. A part of him, for a single moment, expected her to have good Pokémon to give him that spark. He shook his head at his thoughts.

    Meekly, the woman nodded. “I will… Er…thank you…”

    Volkner didn’t say anything, so she assumed that it was her cue to continue on walking. He heard her footsteps – fast and rushed, and he turned his head, watching her silhouette fade within the darkness of the street, only barely catching a glimpse of her through the street lamps that had flickered.

    He continued to walk slowly, pushing past the entrance of the lighthouse and entering through the double doors of the elevator.

    Ding! After reaching the top floor, the doors opened, and the gym leader cautiously walked out, hands in his pockets. As expected, there was nobody on board with him.

    The elevator doors closed behind him. He sighed again, and took his time to approach the long, glass window that gave him a pretty good view of Sunyshore. He was greeted with the waves of the coast, the locked gym, a few stands with lights turned on, and the large chunk of sand in front of the waves. It was a rather therapeutic sight. The moonlight shone against the current, Pokémon flew about and swam, and the occasional move of a few people walking down the visible pathways within the city. His home was beautiful. So beautiful; it was almost difficult to leave it and go and challenge the league.

    He had thought about joining the league, but there were hardly any trainers to challenge at that level. He had the Pokémon for it, but it didn’t seem right.

    Lazily, Volkner peered through the high-definition binoculars, taking in a breathless sight of Sunyshore. He was able to see the beach better down below due to the lampposts the city had put in place for evening markets and those that had business during the weekends, when the beaches were more lively. There were some water-types, some flying-types, and…a person…?

    The gym leader squinted his eyes as he adjusted the zoom within the binoculars to get a closer look. It was late, and there were no vendors out… Was this person looking for the vendors?

    Despite him zooming, all he managed to catch was a curtain of brown hair that was barely visible with the light that was provided. The darkness didn’t let him have a clear view, but from what he noticed, the person seemed to be facing the ocean, as still as a statue. “…”

    Upon turning their body and walking away from the water, the person was much more visible, and Volkner noticed the familiar red bow…

    It was the woman he had crashed into earlier.

    “Heading home…” he muttered to himself, watching her hug her arms as she maneuvered along the soft sand towards the city. “Maybe she’s a vendor.”

    She disappeared from his view. Leaning back, his back hit the wall of the center structure that held the elevator and blinked. She was odd. And a liar, he also noted. Volkner still recalled the way her brown eyes stared at him, the way she hid herself from him. This caused him to frown slightly – he should be one to be stared at with pride and confidence as facing a league member – and the strongest one. He wasn’t used to cowardice. It didn’t feel right. It didn’t bring the sparks back. The thought burned them.

    Suddenly, he didn’t want to be at the lighthouse anymore.

    Ding! He entered the elevator, leaving the one place he truly felt at home.

**

notes: aww yea im back and this ones gonna be more than a one shot hehe... i havent published any multi chap things in a long time (bc 1: i never finish them 2: im highkey insecure abt my writing so this is kinda going out of my comfort zone aha....) but! ive been so much into these two lately they hurt me. bear w me one this, i hope?? to keep it short pft. 

this fic is for my self indulgence, and a very late birthday/friendship anniversary gift for @starrydownpour. a long time ago i jokingly said id write you some alexandrian, and here it is! thank u for being there for me and canned trio u are amazing and i love u ok now pls enjoy what i have in store!

[dbzebra]

You know which Pokemon shipping needs more appreciation? Alexandrianshipping.

Had to look it up (pokemon ship names so needlessly complicated) but I like it!

[silverbuttercups]

5, 9

I think this is for the fanfic asks? (tumblr didn’t show me this ask until I refreshed the page 3 times) 

5: what category of fics do you read the most? (angst, fluff, etc)

Romance/Angst! Followed by fluff! And then hurt/comfort! 👀

9: what are your favourite ships to read fics for?

vegeta/bulma, tomoe/nanami, ikarishipping, soulsilvershipping (picky on this one tho), alexandrianshipping!

[madomamii]

By ばっこ

[if-it-fits-i-ship]

Alexiandrianshipping made by maiibe on deviantart

[blumen-draws]

✨ Mini Volkner & Jasmine ✨

[madomamii]

By ばっこ

[if-it-fits-i-ship]

Source

[theshippingentity]

Now that that ugliness has subsided...

Let the love flow through your body again.

We're still here.

[starlitwhispers]

title: she  pairing: Alexandrian, Volkner x Jasmine

[ 1. She is not just small ] 

     The young man roughly and angrily loosened his tie, “This is stupid,” he muttered under his breath. “Since when does Sunyshore have this ridiculous beach-dance thing?!” 

    The blond looked at himself in the mirror, an annoyed frown apparent on his lips. He removed his tie and blazer and unbuttoned the top of his white dress shirt. He began to roll up the sleeves to the middle of elbow, then looked in the mirror with a more satisfied grin. 

    “This doesn’t look half bad…” He said to himself. “Plus I’m comfortable so this works.” 

    In a rather dorky manner, he took in a large breath, then exhaled. The young man seemed as though he was bracing himself for something as he shook his arms and moved his shoulders in a circular motion. He swallowed and started out the door. Walking down the large stairs to the ground, he tucked his lower lip underneath his top lip and bit it. His hands became sweaty and his legs soon became numb as he strolled closer to the beach, where the bonfire came into sight. 

    However, he remembered to calm himself by looking up, which he did. A small, comfortable smile slowly curved on his mouth—his eyes gazed at the night sky with delight—so many stars in a wide, large blanket of dark, ever blue. As he stepped onto the sand, he tucked his arms behind, gazing at the bonfire as the music started. He instantaneously tensed up, the moment he dreaded began to come forth as a young girl came up. 

    “Leader Volkner, will you dance with me?” The young lady asked. 

    “Ahm.. uh… I-I’m sorry but I have to say no…” The blond choked on his words, losing feeling in his feet. 

    The young girl let her head down in disappointment and trudged away from him. He frowned as he was disappointed in himself as well. “So uncool,” he muttered to himself. His glower deepened as she walked up next to him. Her head turned to him with a smile; he knew exactly what words were about to flutter out of her lips. 

    “Hey, Volkner, would you care to dance?” 

    “Auh… No. Sorry,” he declined quickly. 

    “Awh, why?” She said in an upset tone. “I really was looking forward to dancing with you…” 

    Volkner swallowed, he absolutely did not want to leave her hanging, but he also was too embarrassed to admit it. He bit his lip, “I…” he began. 

    The young girl looked at him, “Hm?” 

    “I… I don’t know how to dance,” he mumbled. 

    While he was positive he said it quietly enough for her not to hear, he was mistaken. She smiled frivolously, then giggled. 

    “That’s all?” The brunette inquired. 

    Volkner’s eyes widened as he realized she did hear him, which caused his cheeks to burn. He gulped as his hands sweated more. 

    “Y..Yeah…” 

    “Well then,” she began, grabbing his hands. “I’ll just teach you!” 

    The small girl dragged him further away from the fire. He followed halfheartedly, a frown once again cast upon his mouth. However he was slightly blushing for the fact she was holding his hands. 

    “Jasmine—”

    “No, I’m the teacher here so you’ll listen!” Jasmine laughed. “Alright, so place your right hand on my hip…” 

    Volkner pursed his lips and looked away. He hesitantly place his hand on her hip, but once he did he had to pause for a moment. He gazed at her as she taught him effortlessly and gracefully. She was so dainty and small in his grasp, but she was not just small. She was not just plain, she was natural and elegant. It was by far the greatest lesson Volkner thought he had learnt. 

  [ 2. She is not helpless ] 

    “Oh? So you won’t mind my coming over to make dinner?” The brunette asked, worriedly. 

    “No, I don’t mind at all,” Volkner smirked as she walked through his door. She set the ingredients on the counter, heading to the cabinets to grab a pan. The blond boy took a step over to his marble counter and sat on a stool, watching. 

    Minutes started to glide by, Jasmine also beginning to notice how intently he was staring at her. The poor girl’s mind went all over the place as she sliced potatoes. Her lips pursed as she flustered, accidentally cutting her finger on the knife. 

    “Eeep!” She screeched softly, holding her finger. 

    Volkner jumped up to her side, “Are you alright?! I’ll go get the first aid—”

    “No!” She yelled. “I-I can do it myself…” 

    The boy looked at her, stopping in his tracks. “Where is the kit?” She asked, walking past him. 

    “The cabinet in the bathroom…” he answered quietly. 

 ---

    Jasmine returned, her finger bandaged nicely. Volkner set his chin in his palms as he observed her settle back into cooking. She finished chopping the vegetables and turned her head away from the blond haired boy. 

    “Where are your pots?” She asked, searching his cupboards. 

    “Oh, top shelves to the left,” Volkner answered, moving from his stool to help her. “Here, I can get it—”

    “No.” Jasmine said, her lips in a frown. 

    The electric gym leader looked down on her, “Why? Why won’t you let me help you?” 

    “Because…” she began quivering. “I’m… I’m not helpless you know.” 

    Volkner’s serious face faded into a soft smirk. “I know that, but I like helping you.” 

    Jasmine gazed at him as he reached up to grab a pot. He handed it to her gently, her small hands received it from him with acceptance. The brunette thought that maybe assistance from only him would be enough. 

  [ 3. She is, however, naive occasionally ]

    Jasmine sat on her thoughts beside the beach. She perched herself neatly onto the sand, looking off at the waves. Her eyes watched couples pass by, hand in hand. She had now realized how inexperienced in that department she was. Her lips tucked in as she blushed frustratedly because she had never had a first kiss. 

    Annoyingly enough, no one came to mind when she thought of ‘like’. However there was that one person who popped up when she was alone. For example how she was right at the moment—and just like that he walked up beside her, hands in his pockets. 

    “Ah, Volkner,” she said with a small sigh. 

    The boy looked down at the girl sitting on the sand. “What?” 

    “I just realized how upsetting my romantic situation is,” she explained. 

    Immediately, Volkner’s eyes gaped as he stared down. “What exactly do you mean…?!” 

    “Um… hm, how do I put it—I’ve neither had a date, nor my first kiss,” she answered quietly. 

    “Wait you mean to tell me everything we’ve done together don’t count as dates?” The young boy accidentally blurted out, slapping his hands to his mouth right away. Jasmine looked up at him curiously. 

    “So the things we did together were dates?” 

    “I… I guess…” he mumbled looking away. The blond then glanced back at the steel leader, her eyebrows furrowed in deep thought. 

    “So would that mean I’m also allowed to give you a kiss?” She asked in a demanding tone. 

    Volkner’s eyes had never become so wide, however he collected himself and sat down on the sand next to her. “It depends, does that mean I’m allowed to give you a kiss?” 

    “Well… I suppose so?” She answered, her eyebrows still furrowed in thought, Jasmine then turned back to the boy to look at him again. 

    She was, although, caught off guard to his own lips pressed against hers. 

[ourhandsheldtight]

alexandrianshipping. 92 words.

...Vista reminded her of this drab place?

"It's the same feeling," she mentions when she joins him in watching out the window. "The sea... the lighthouse... It's very comforting."

He guesses he can agree with her; he feels less homesick in Olivine than he does in any other part of Johto, and he's sure she feels the same about his city.