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lilligantiselegant · 2 years ago

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Clear the way in the Old Bazaar

(Kalim x Sister!OC) (Jamil x Sister!OC) (Platonic) (Twisted Wonderland x Pokemon) (Part 1?)

This is a little something that me and @zstargalaxy have been working on. The OC is something that I help her make but Master Journey’s Academy is her’s, not mine.

Vesta???" A white furry bug looked around it's environment within he's trainer's arms at the colorful decorations and buzzling of people that go left and right for today's celebration.

Najma rubbed the fluffy worm’s curious little head. She didn’t mind bugs as much as her brother did. She even thought the little fuzzy bug was cute. “Hey Bihara, our brothers are coming for the festival. I’ll kind of be disappointed that I won’t be able to see this little sweetie as much. What do you think of this?”

Bahira just shrug, still having that neutral face on her "I think it is...good, I guess? We havent seen eachother for quite awhile so I think it is good."

Faiza tilted her head worriedly at her trainer as she and the two trainers are waiting at the school's train station for the Master Journeys Train to come and pick them up to got back home to the Scalding sands.

Najma hummed in response, waiting awkwardly with her best friend. She knows that she isn’t fond of her laidback, fun-loving older. So they both just closed their eyes and enjoyed the silence on the train ride.

"Alakht alkubraa!!" A crowd- no, a stampede of children quickly ran towards Bahira at full speed and excitement at seeing their sister once more.

"Woah! Hold on!" Bahira laughed as her younger siblings crowded around her upon her arrival at their home. If there is one thing she is glad about the visit is that she can see her younger siblings again.

The dark haired girl sweat dropped at her tackled friend being hounded by her younger siblings. Relieved that she was the youngest sibling in the family… and that she and her brother were the only children in the family.

"Larvesta!" The bug-type pokemon gleefully chirped happily at the sight of many playmates to play with, almost dancing in he's trainer's hold to also mimic their joyful movements.

Najma giggled at the fuzzy bugs demeanor. “So Bihara,” She called out over the excited children, “when are we going to the festival? We should show our Pokémon what our home is like.”

"How about now?" Bahira smiled at Najma "We have plenty of time before we go back to the Archipelago and continue my research and your travels. And we can even get souvenirs for our friends, what do you say Faiza?" The Indeedee pokemon nodded in agreement through the crowd of hugging students.

"Najma!" Two girl look towards the direction of the voice to see who was calling the Viper girl, only to see that it was her own father who came towards them.

Najma stiffened her posture, becoming nervous. Her parents always made her and her brother conscious about their status as servants to the Asim family. “Yes father?” She said, stiff as a robot.

"Najma, can you please go inform your brother about the seat arrangement being change?" Said Najma's father to he's daughter.

“Yes, father,” Najma replied. “But what about Bihara? My instructions were to be by her side right?” She asked nervously.

"I'll come" Bahira quickly replied back as she and Faiza stood beside Najma and her Larvesta "We are planning to go together after all.”

"But-" before Mr. Viper could deny, Bahira counter it by saying, "She is my...servant, Mr. Viper...she must always be beside me at all times."

Mr. Viper pursed his lips, shutting his mouth from saying anything that could insult one of the daughters of the Asim family. “Yes miss Bihara,” he replied.

As the man bowed and turned away, both girl grabbed each other’s hands, jumped up and down, and silently screamed with joy.

"You got my back, and I got yours," Bihara winked at Najma as Larvesta and Faiza happily cheered and smiled at their trainers.

Their walk in the Silk City was very crowded. Many people stopped to stair at the little creatures that were with the two girls, but the girls didn’t mind. The Larvesta’s eyes were sparkling at all of the items in the stalls and the decorations in the air. But the Indeedee was very nervous about the staring. She felt like she was being judged. She clung to her trainet’s shirt like a shy child from the nervousness, but also to not get lost in the crowd.

Bahira smiled as she patted Faiza in the head, "Dont worry Faiza, just stay close to me and-"

*WOOSH!*

"Oshawatt!"

Bahira facepalmed as Faiza sweatdropped with a nervous laugh escaping her mouth when Ali, the little Oshawott rascal had come out of it's pokeball and started looking at everything with starry-eyes.

Najma giggled at the little otter’s excitement, “He remind you of anyone?~”

"Don’t remind me..." Bahira look away in dismay, knowing exactly WHO Najma is referring to.

"Oshawott!" Ali waddled towards he's trainer, somehow had sneaked off without anyone knowing and had come back with something in it's little hands.

"Huh?" The Asim girl quickly bend down and grabed it when Oshawott had presented it to her "A Shawarma??"

“Oh my sevens,” Najma started to laugh, “I think I know where he got from~” she her brother in the crowd, all dressed up for the event and not holding a shawarma, with some people she never seen before, holding shawarmas. But she couldn’t get a good look from her eyes being shut and body hunching over from laughing.

"Oh Ali~" Bahira started lightly scolding the little Oshawott for stealing food that isnt he's in the start, waving the stolen Shawarma side to side without knowing that the group of boys were approaching her and Najma.

Jamil was stomping toward the little “rat” that stole his shawarma. As he got closer he saw his sister and his mouth was gaping like a fish on land. “Hmm? Jamil what’s wrong?” One of his fellow classmates asked. “Najma?! What are you doing here?! And why are you on the ground?!”

Najma was still laughing at the little otter stealing her brother’s food. She composed herself a little to talk to him. “I was sent with Bihara to tell you about the seats being changed,” she sighed.

"Hm? You know who she is, Jamil??" Asked the red headed boy to he's kouhai, curious as to who this girls are.

"Hm?" A cartain prince noticed a familiar blue and yellow scarf around the girl's waist that has a their school's symbol on it that himself is very aware what does scarf and symbol means. "Those scarfs..."

“Tch. If that’s all you needed to tell me then why is BiharaAAAAAAAHHHH!” Jamil looked down where his sister was kneeling and saw Larvesta crawling closer to his feet. In his state of fright, he kicked the poor little bug to a nearby fruit stand.

Najma was knocked to her senses, shocked to see her Pokémon fly through the air, even though it hadn’t evolved yet, and screamed for its safety. “Jamil! What the hell?!”

Faiza quickly come out if it's frighten state and used her phychic to catch Larvesta before the little caterpillar pokemon could touch the ground.

Larvesta was having the time of its life at this festival! It tried toward crawl to Jamil to be “launched” again, but Faiza stopped her with another psychic.

“Najma! You know I can’t stand insects, and I told you to keep that thing away from me! Don’t pin this on me!” The two sibling where still bickering.

"Oh Arcerus..." ignoring the two siblings, Bahira attanded to Larvesta to see if he has gotten any bruises from the kick he has gotten from the older Viper as Faiza hold her the pokemon up to help her trainer to check up on the bug pokemon.

"Pokemon I am presuming?" That had caught both of the girls and their pokemon's attention towards the dark haired and pale man with green reptile-like eyes in shock that he knew about them.

“Hey bro, doe this guy go to your school or something?” Najma asked.

Jamil hushed her by covering her mouth with his finger on his lips. “Are you trying to get yourself killed?!”

“What’s the big deal, he’s a friend of yours, isn’t he?!” Najma was confused and frustrated at her brother’s behavior.

Bahira quickly between the Viper siblings before anything could go any further than arguing "Stop!" She shouted at them, "Would you two just quit it, we are causing a scene here."

"Indeedee..." Faiza quickly put Larvesta down to the ground beside Ali to go help her Trainer.

The siblings looked at each other and pouted like scolded children (which they are) and said “fine” at the same time.

"And also" Bahira turn to look at the dark haired man once more "Forgive me and Najma's shocked reactions, Mister. You see, our partners here arent very much native here, nonetheless known so we were shocked to know that you are aware of pokemon" she explained to the tall man "If you dont mind me asking...how did you know?"

The man grinned at Bihara, “I know someone who has a sister with mysterious dragon creatures that go by the name “Pokémon”. I have also met a peculiar child who had tamed a baby dragon and a small unicorn. I believe that sister might have been acquainted with that child.”

"Dragon?" Bahira took a few seconds to accommodate the description that the man had given her, narrowing it down to the students she knew that seem to fit the description "Are you...from Briar Valley??"

The man simply nodded back, raising a brow when the Asim snapped her fingers in realization "Oh~! I know you, you must be the man Aila was talking about when she was visiting NRC, and you must've known Zigvolt-senpai. She is from Briar Valley and is a Dragon Master so she must be the one your talking about, right?"

“‘Zigvolt-senpai’? ‘Dragon Master’?” He repeated. The horned man had a prideful smirk grow on his face. “She must be making Briar Valley very proud if she managed to make herself known as a ‘Dragon Master’. Yes I am the man she and the small child are talking about. Send them my regards when you see them again.”

"Sure" Bahira simply replied back to the horned man with a shrug "I know Aila would love to hear you again."

After the girls who introduced themselves to the rest of the group, the boy introduced themselves as well. Trey, the tall boy with glasses, Cater, the orange haired boy who took out his phone every few seconds, Grim, the fiery cat beast with an appetite that could give Vesta’d Fuecoco a run for its money, and Yuu, the plain looking person who was Grim’s henchman/master/trainer.

"Oh! Are you from Adventure Archipelago then?" Asked Najma out of curiosity, for Yuu has some traits that could make up an Adventure Archipelago inhabitant which is being magicless and is good with beasts.

“O-oh! No I’m n-not from anywhere like that,” Yuu stuttered, nervous about talking about not being anywhere from Twisted Wonderland. “Adventure What-ago?! That place sounds like a blast!” Grim butted in.

"It is," Bahira smiled off, remembering it was a big relief for her to get away from her family.

"Its actually Adventure Archipelago," Najma corrected Grim. "That’s where our school is from. Me and Bahira are 5th years there in Master Journeys Academy or MJA for short."

“Fgna! 5th years?!” Grim shrieked. “You two must be terrible students if you got held back that long!” The rest of the boys were also surprised, but not as rude about it as Grim.

"What!?" Bahira and Faiza has to hold back Najma from stomping towards the gray cat monster and give her a piece of her mind.

Trying to clear things up, the young Asim said "No! It’s not like that, Grim. You see, me and Najma actually had attended MJA when we were 10 years old since the school educates students around 10 to 20 years old."

Cater laughed nervously to ease the atmosphere “I guess that makes more sense.” With that out of the way the group went around to eat more food, like bread and ice cream. They walked over to one stand that had coconuts. The owner recognized Jamil, “Hey Jamil, the usual 100 coconut juice?”

Many faces turn to shock when heard about the number of coconuts that Jamil usually buys.

"Indeedee!" Faiza jump in shock with everyone else in the discovery "No, just 8-"

"11," Najma pointed towards her and Bahira's Pokémon.

"11 coconuts please," Jamil quickly corrected himself infront of the vendor to get the number of coconuts.

They all drank the contents in delight while Najma had to hold up Larvesta’s drink for it. Jamil scowled at the large bug and directed his eyesight away from it. “After finishing the juice, you can also eat the flesh of the coconut,” he stated to get his mind off of the wiggly, gross larva. After hearing that, Grim thought it would be a good idea to sink his teeth into the shell. He nearly broke a tooth, “YYOOWW!”

"OSHAWOTT!" Ali shouted in pain aswell, soothing it's hurt jaw when he had tried to taken a bite of the shell aswell.

"Oh Ali.." Bahira quickly went to work in helping the two poor monsters by bringing out some kind of leaves and ice that she had with her and started wrapping the leaves around the ice and put them on the achings jaws of both Grim and Ali to help soothe the pain "There you go."

“Dumb animals,” Jamil muttered, “You’re supposed to cut open the coconut with a knife, not chomp on the shell. I’ll ask for one from the vendor.” Jamil went over to ask, not before getting smacked upside the head for that remark.

"What was that about being 'dumb' dear brother?" Najma asked sweetly but it never reached her eyes or the aura around her as Bahira also gave the same aura with a glare in her eyes towards Jamil.

“Uuuuhhhhh…” Jamil couldn’t think of what to say to his sister and his sister’s master. While he was being stared down by the two girls Malleus got an idea. “Well it looks like Jamil is preoccupied. Trey give me your coconut,” he ordered. Trey gave it to him with little complaint

*CRACK*

“…Thanks,” Trey said with a shocked expression.

"Osha?" Still holding the ice pack up to he's jaw, Ali marveled at the strength that Malleus showed "Oshawott!" Deciding to do the same, but abit different, Ali removed he's scalchop on he's tummy and used it to cut he's own coconut.

Malleus was impressed at the little creatures ability, “My my~, it seems that this little one is upstaging me.”

"Oshawott!" Ali pointed his scalchop, still using Razor Shell, towards Malleus in a playful manner of fencing.

“Ali!” Bihara scolded her Pokémon, “Don’t go picking fights with the Briar Valley Prince!” She picked him up in her arms like he was a toddler. “Forgive him, Prince Draconia. He’s very young and often gets into trouble.” Even if this is a vacation, Bihara still needs to keep her image when in front of important figures to not cause her family trouble. Even if her Pokémon was just playing.

Malleus only chuckle in response. "No need to apologize," he said to Bihara, "I am actually quite fund of this little creature's behavior, especially it's species. It's not everyday you got to encounter them afterall and this little one's ability is very intriguing."

The group walk over to a new area that was selling dried fruits and nuts. Jamil got very nervous when the group was getting nearer to the stand of kurmas. “Look Bihara they have kurmas!” Najma pointed toward the stand. “Kurmas? She means dates right?” Trey asked. “Yes they are a popular, classic dried fruit.” Bihara informed.

"Indeedee?" Faiza look over the variety of fruits, especially the dates, in curiosity for she had never seen these before.

"We should probably get some for our gang," Bahira suggested, "I know Emily (the actually name for our Twisted Elle oc) would love these, especielly the syrup one."

“Yeah! Let’s get some for her-“ Najma turned around and saw her brother’s expression. He looked like he was going to puke. At this, she thought of good revenge for calling Pokémon(and Grim) stupid. “Hey fellas, wanna know something funny about Jamil?!”

"Hm? What do you mean?" Cater asked out of curiosity, stopping mid-way from taking a few pics to ask that question.

"Najma, what in the name of Arcerus do you-...oh" Bahira quickly understand straight away, leaving just like that so that Jamil will get the pay back that he deserves.

“Bihara-sama, tell her not to-!“ Jamil looked around only to realize she was gone. Not knowing she had a smirk on her face.

"Pay back time~" Bahira smirked at Jamil, chuckling very darkly to what’s to come for the poor older brother that will be tormented by his younger sister.

Faiza sighed in dismay but let it happen as Larvesta look around the buzzling streets with curiosity in the Indeedee's hands.

They girl and her two Pokémon were making their way to the Zahab market, when she saw the fae prince right behind her. “Oh! Malleus-sama! Where’d the rest of the group g-?” “Bihara-neesan! Long time no see!”

Bahira frozed in horror at the voice, slowly turning towards the direction of where it comes from to see that if what she heard is REALLY what she heard.

"Ah," Malleus recognised the one who had called, "Asim, your here."

Bihara forced a smile as she face her eldest brother, “Hi Kalim-niisan. I thought you were supposed to be greeting guests back at our house.”

"I was!" Kalim responded optimistically, as usual, "But it finished quickly then I had thought so I came to try to catch up with the gang and here you are! I didnt know you were coming today! How was school? What cha up to? How is Ali!?"

Bahira sighed as the said Oshawott came forward and went towards the eldest Asim who is eagerly patting the cute pokemon "Doing fine," Bahira simply replied, "Just some travelling and researching here and there..."

“Hm? Travel and research where? Students at Night Raven College aren’t supposed to leave the school campus. I believed that would be the same with other schools,” Malleus asked Bihara, butting in to the sibling’s conversation.

"Well not for MJA," the sister replied, smiling for once infront of Kalim as she remembers the good times she had there. "You see, every year, there will be a 7 to 8 month assignment that consists of students like me to explore, study and widen our views during our journeys so we can have part time jobs, travel, perform, and even stay in school if we want but the main goal for this assignment is to experience the world beyond what our school can offer."

"But we mostly just journey the isles of Adventure Archipelago while first and second years only can travel on the Island the school is in, due to safety precautions" Bahira added.

“You also said you did research while traveling,” Malleus inquired, “what exact research do you study when you travel?”

"Anything...I guess, depends on the mission that I was given to research on," Bahira told the Briar Valley Prince. "But the main research I do is the origin of Pokémon or where do they come from."

Malleus smiled, “That sounds quite interesting. A friend of mine has traveled all over Twisted Wonderland, except that archipelago. Due to it being closed off from the rest of this world. Perhaps one day I could bring my guards with me to explore those islands if I could get some help.”

“Yeah, sis!” Kalim chimed in. “You should ask your headmaster to let Malleus bring his friends to travel the archipelago!”

"I...I will see to it with Headmistress Walter" Bahira hesitantly replied back "She might be glad to have you visit the Archipelago, Prince Draconia."

"There you guys are!!" A shout could be heard from the distance.

Coming toward us Jamil, Najma, and the rest of the gang. “I’m glad your ok. Though we knew you wouldn’t get hurt~” Cater teased.

“I’m just glad Silk City is safe,” Trey added.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Malleus grumbled.

“Bihara-sama! Your here too?!” Jamil asked, surprised that Her and Malleus were in the same place.

“Uh, Yeah,” Bihara said nonchalantly, “Why is it a surprise that I’m here, but not Prince Draconia?” She asked Jamil.

"And you just notice it?" Najma deadpanned at her brother's oblivious nature to see one of the young daughters of the Asim family. Larvesta quickly went between the two siblings, look back and forth between them to it's shock that both of them are alike.

“GYYYAAAHHH! NAJMA! TAKE THAT THING BACK!” Jamil screamed, seeing the “gross” wiggly larva roaming free.

"Oi! This 'thing' is my Pokémon! My partner! And one of my family! So zip it or you will be zap!" Najma growled at her brother, in a very predatorial way while holding her precious Larvesta towards her chest to protect him.

“Hehehe,” Kalim nervously laughed, trying to ease the tension. “So anyway, how did you find us Jamil?” Kalim slid next to his “friend” and patted a hand on his shoulder.

"GPS," both siblings say at the same time, stopped and awkwardly look at eachother weirdly "Jinx! Jinx again!"

Bahira facepalmed, groaned in dismay once more at one of the Viper sibling's many antics. But then her mind went to what they said, “Wait. Jamil, do you mean you put trackers on all of us?!” Bihara grew angry.

“Of course not,” Jamil responded, “I just put trackers on the guests with me. Not on you or Najma.”

Najma step in on that part "I just used the GPS on my Rotom phone to find you Bahira, Roto just has to find your phone's signal and than I just follow it," she let out her Rotom phone, shocking everyone at it's capability to fly, and show the daughter of the Asims how she track her down.

All of the boy gasped at the floating phone. “It seems that technology has become more perplexing than I first thought,” Malleus thought out loud.

"No..atleast not here," Trey commented back, fixing he's glasses to see if he was just seeing things when that phone started to float.

"OMG!" Cater shouted out of the blue, shocking everyone around him as he went up to Najma and started asking alot of questions "Thats amazing! Where did you get that!? Is it the latest brand!? Can you show me where to get it!?"

Najma put her hands in front of her, in case she needed to push back the phone-addicted boy, “Dude. Calm down. This is a Rotom phone, it is possessed by a Pokémon called a Rotom to make it more advanced. You can only get this from the archipelago.”

"A Ro-what?" Grim tilt he's head in confusion.

The Rotom phone than started buzz around, floaging infront of the group as it shows the bio of the pokemon in topic.

"Rotom, the Plasma Pokémon. An Electric and Ghost type. Rotom has the ability to enter and control appliances. It has five extra forms, which can be accessed by possessing specific household appliances with a special motor, namely: a convection microwave oven (Heat Rotom), a washing machine (Wash Rotom), a refrigerator(Frost Rotom), an electric fan (Fan Rotom), and a lawnmower(Mow Rotom). When Rotom changes form, its eyes and electric aura change colors, and its aura appendages take on different shapes: red with oven mitts as Heat Rotom, blue with clothespins as Wash Rotom, purple with lightning bolts as Frost Rotom, yellow with air curls as Fan Rotom, and green with a ripped strip as Mow Rotom. According to the Rotom Catalog, Rotom in its base form is actually possessing a light bulb."

“You could power a house with something like that,” Yuu blurted out.

"Actually I know someone who has those ," Bahira noted, "But thats for another day, I think we should continue on our little tour than?"

“Right,” the boys said in unison and began to tour around the market.

“So, does this market have any history to its name?” Trey asked.

“Why, yes,” Bihara replied. “This is the Zahab Market. Zahab means “gold”. It’s called that because you can buy the items here with gold because they’re very expensive.”

“But keep an eye on your stuff,” Najma warned, “Some their might take your wallet when you’re not looking.

"Oshawott!" Ali pointed towards a street performance from where he can see, pointing towards a man with a monkey.

Bahira pick up Ali as she and the gang look over of whats going on, "Hey, there street performers here."

Grim tried to force Yuu to do a trick like that, still thinking he was the master instead of the pet in the relationship. Meanwhile, Ali was trying to juggle his shell in the air, only for it to fall on his face and leave a big bruise and tears of pain and frustration.

"Oh Ali" Bahira quickly soothe the little Oshawott down to help with the pain, rocking him back and forth to help calm him down and cheer him up.

"How about we do the show, okay Ali?" Najma asked Ali softly, suggesting that they will do a performance for him.

The little otter sniffled and nodded. Bihara handed him to her brother and looked at Najma “You ready?” She asked, already knowing the answer. “You know it.”

"Alright!" Two of them brought out one Pokéball each.

"Come on out Sandy!"

"Lets go Gothita!"

"Sandy! Use sand storm!" Bahira commanded.

Sandy did just that, creating a big sand storm that is twice as big as Bahira.

"Than Gothita! Use Energy balls!" Gothita did as told by Najma, throwing several Energy Balls onto the Sand storm that had caused the Energy balls to swirl around it.

"Lets finish it up quick with dragon claw!" Bahira shouted as Sandy slash all the Energy balls with dragon ball, causing not just the sand storm to stop but also causing the enegy balls bursting into sparkls in mid air.

"Amazing!" Both Kalim and Ali starred at the show with big starrt eyes in awe of he's sisters performance.

Many people appluad for the stunning show and even videoing it and taking pictures from left and right.

They all took a bow to the crowd. Najma felt a vibration from her phone. It was an alarm, “Bihara! Look at the time,” She showed the phone to her friend. It stated that they needed to get seats reserved for the fireworks. The seats were for their Pokémon, since seats for themselves were already reserved.

“Oh shoot! We need to go!” Bihara worried. “Bye, Kalim/brother, Jamil/brother, and Kalim’s/Jamil’s friends!” They said in unison, running off into the crowd.

"BYE BAHIRA!/Have a good day Najma!" Jamil and Kalim said at the same time to their younger sisters, watching them and their pokemon leaving them behind and into the crowds until not seen in sight.

#twisted wonderland x pokemon #bihara asim #jamil viper #kalim al asim #twisted wonderland #pokemon

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poketrainer-justine · 11 months ago

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Hey there everyone!

The name’s Justine, and I’m the currently a champion rank trainer in Paldea! I’m currently enrolled at Naranja academy, and relatively recently I, and a few friends, went on an unsanctioned trip down into the crater. Thankfully no one was injured, but my eye color did change! This trip is what led to me catching two of the strongest Pokemon on my team, Tethys and Koraidon.

But that’s just my battle team, as I do have some non battle mons! Those being Nox my shiny Umbreon and my amazing riding buddy, Koraidon, who currently likes being called Korai. I’ve also recently adopted a remoraid/luvdisc, who I’ve ended up naming Eros! Though he isn’t technically mine, he’s my parent’s, is Rex a rockruff/yamper mix.

I use she/her pronouns

🐉Hey there peeps!

My name is still Justine, She/her, but for ease of determining if I’m in character or not. There will be a dragon (🐉) if I'm not in character.

So character details. Justine is the protagonist in her version of Paldea, so that’s why she went down into the crater, and why she can keep paradox pokémon and both Koraidons. Her team is actually the same as the one that I have in game, since this account is supposed to be hers. I actually do own all the Pokemon she has, but Nox is from Pokemon Sleep rather than Scarlet. I also only play Scarlet, so I will only refer to characters if they are from the scarlet version of the game.

Also, as my favorite pokéblogs are ones that treat Pokémon like animals, I will too. Fits my cannon better, the only exception is legendary Pokémon, except paradox Pokemon.

Also, in every mainline game I play, all the MCs are distantly related, and all are named Justine, after their very distant ancestor, the Mc from Legends Arceus. The reason their silver hair never diluted over generations is because of a blessing the Legends Mc got from Arceus.

I have it cannon that her family is distantly related to Drayden & Drayton, with Drayton being her first cousin once removed or something similar, but that's just because of the similar hair color.

Here’s her team and a reference sheet for her as well.

Also in terms of movies/games within her version of Scarlet, I feel like there would be pokémon versions of them, like Lion King but with the litleo line instead of lions, or instead of pokémon games there would be animal games. A few things I'm going to keep the same as in irl, such as movies and games that have no real animals, like Star wars or Avatar. (Mainly because those are my current obsessions)

And now here’s my dad’s trainer id. He is unovan born, but his parents are actually from Kalos. His family moved to unova before he was born. He finished the unovan gym challenge, but decided to not do the elite 4, due to meeting my character’s mom. He does a lot of traveling for work, across multiple regions, which is why he doesn’t show up in game.

The trainer card image is not really accurate, but it fits his personality

Pelipper mail is on

#irl pokemon #pkmn irl #pokeblogging #rotomblr #pokemon irl #pokemon

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monterraverde · 1 year ago

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He never considered himself the sentimental type, but birthdays were significant; Proton lived a lifestyle where most people did not make it past 50 years of age, and Rika ran at a similar pace. Making it out alive after a trip around the sun was important.

After being out all night, mildly tipsy and delirious from the partying, Proton slides his gift over, wrapped in black and silver paper, topped with a red bow. He's got an arm draped around Rika's shoulders, and watches with lazy, lidded eyes, and an enthusiastic grin.

Getting her a Pokémon would had been too obvious-- everyone was going to do that. And Proton had given Rika so many weapons already.

It's a pendent carved out of a dark red stone-- almost volcanic, but there are shimmers and flecks of gemstone in it. It's incredibly heavy and dense, but the energy coming off of it is notable.

"It's carved from the bedrock that the locals claim Groudon crawled out of," Proton explained. "Wasn't easy to get my hands on! The Hoennian government is a bitch about their protected areas, but I had a few conversations and got it LEGALLY mined and set."

Disheveled, covered in bruises, cuts and hickeys, and pleasantly drunk, the party Red put together was wild in the best ways, and the ride back saw her half-way to passing out.. Until Proton shakes her back to lucidity, and she raises her head to meet him, bleary eyed and blinking slowly as she looked up.

He offers her a small wrapped package, and she tilts her head a bit in confusion before taking it and opening it slowly... And she gasps at the sight of it. Bedrock indeed, and shards of ruby flecked all throughout, and a primal energy radiating off it in spades.

A veritable Heart of the Earth.

"How-?! This must have come from the Cave of origin itself! Proton-..." She stammers, clutching the chain and pendant in her hands and bringing it close to her chest.

"This must have cost you a fortune... My god... I-I don't know what to say, thank you doesn't feel like enough..."

Her voice quivers, and maybe its the alcohol making her more emotional, but she reaches out and presses a firm kiss on his lips, cupping his face in both hands. "It's absolutely stunning, Thank you... I love it, I-"

A pause, has she said this to him before? She can't remember...

"I love you, so much..."

#rikas inbox: lets chat!#chounaifu #:: a hit of that heaven and hell a hell of a high (x proton)#W A A A A AH H H H #:: rikas birthday 2023 #:: king and crown

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dohmalore · 2 years ago

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3, 8, 16, 19, 35, 36, 40 for the pokémon asks (your sideblog's ask box doesn't seem to be open)

(Oh damn my bad. I didnt know you had to manually open the ask box dudbudbudbudvrjdv)(also didnt see this until just now,,,)

3 what's one pokémon you would really like to have as a partner?

Definitely a Lurantis...she is so big and pink and her raptorial forelimbs are so poggers...

8 what's one pokémon you like that people wouldn't expect?

I don't know how to answer this. I like a lot of pokemon that I think most people don't care for but I don't think anyone who knows me personally is surprised by the kinds of mons I like. I love bugs and weird little lizard guys!! And even pokemon I would never want to own I still like a lot!!

Like I really don't care for eevee. But I will still absolutely pet every single one I see in public.

Idk maybe Alolan Muk? I love those guys(COLORS!! TEETH!!!) but ppl might be surprised about it because I love smooching pokemon more than anything but they are not smoochable at all :(

16 what habit does one of your pokémon have that's unusual for its species?

My magmar is very sociable for a magmar. They're such a reclusive species that people don't think they're native to hoenn! They just don't show up on the free-catching routes very often! I'm pretty sure she only wandered down the mountain because of a minor eruption/lava flow.

And she was kinda runty as a magby so it was easy to ride the flow down but she had no way of getting back up. I'm told she started a minor forest fire(trying to stave off hypothermia) and thats how she ended up at the rescue in the first place.

19 what thing did/does your pokémon have the hardest time learning?

That my food is MINE. I don't share off my plate! No matter how cutely they stare at me the entire time I'm eating! It's not my fault you swallowed all your fish sticks whole in 2.4 seconds! Eat your salad!

Also been trying to teach magmar how to use a game controller for years. She has thumbs and isnt dumb. She knows how to use the oven. I just think she isn't into gaming 😔

Treecko has thumbs but he is also dumb as hell(i'm told he'll be smarter when he evolves, sceptile is like right on the cusp of dragon typing). He tries to eat the cursor on my computer. I have to keep the bathroom door shut because he will try to fight his reflection and/or drink out of the toilet if he gets in there.

But also he's a domestic treecko so he's been bred specifically for battling and he's really good at battle cues! I'm not much of a battler(I'll do friendly matches with kids, or against rowdy mons on our hikes) but I might get more into it just because he likes it so much.

35 how do you like to spend time with your pokémon?

We just chill mostly. If it's not too hot out I will take them hiking out in the woods/go to the shops with them.

36 name something about your partner pokémon that makes you really proud of them!

Always proud of them when they poop in the litter box/outside instead of leaving me stink surprises in the middle of the floor for me to step on in the dark.

40 what kind of pokémon (can be but doesn't have to be type!) are your favorite? why do you like them so much?

I like weird little lizard guys. And big lizard guys. They are so cute. I love the big ole eyes and the scales and their little hands & claws & teef & the way they stare at stuff & hunt & eat & ❤😍💞💞💖💕😍❤. Cute creatures!!! And also generally very clean and residue/odor free which I value a lot as an autistic person.

#i have a pretending pokemon are real sideblog btw #gottasmoochemall

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talisidekick · 2 years ago

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Best pokémon games in my opinion. I know everyone loves Black and White but I kind of just picked up the series again at X and Y, and while I really did enjoy what I played in Sun and Moon and was enraptured with the introduction of fairy type because they're all kind of cute (obviously sylveon was a major highlight), I never finished past the last gym. Then of course my 3DS had it's battery expand cracking the whole system in half so I can't anyways, but that really leaves X and Y as my last fully completed pokemon games since Ruby and Sapphire. And I just have good cosy memories of playing X and Y on the couch during the weeks leading up to exams in college that helped me wind down from test stress. Plus some funny moments I really enjoyed while playing with my spouse that I'll hold onto forever. And I guess my only real experience playing pokémon was playing in car rides while going to places I was forced against my will to go, cranking the volume on a shitty hand-me-down cathode-ray tube TV in the age of flatscreens to drown out my parents fighting, or hiding in alcoves or empty rooms at school and playing my gameboy Advanced to avoid bullies on recess and lunch breaks, so X and Y was just my first real positive "I'm playing this for me and not to avoid stressing about the oncoming trauma I'm about to wade through" title. I hold onto that fact fondly as my first real "finally I'm actually out of all that" gaming experience.

I can assume you were talking about chromosomes but A) I've never been tested so I can't confirm or deny what mine are and there's reasonable assumption just with some growth fuckery since childhood that might indicate I could have a unique pair or triplet going on, and B) I kind of had a pokemon mini rant chambered for no apparent reason on why I like X and Y specifically over all other games in the series so ... I'm choosing to see this as pokémon over transphobia. ♡

#trans #transgender #transphobia #my asks #pokemon rant #pokemon #x and y are my favourites and the verdict is out on Scarlet right now

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benkipo · 2 years ago

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#36 Scizor

Scizor is one of the few Pokémon I remember obsessing over when I was a kid. He's just oozes cool. His design draws from so many things while being so uniquely Scizor. Even standing out among Pokémon designs themselves. Resembling cars, mechs, insects, power rangers, and everything in between. He really just seems to have it all. Top it off with amazing typing and an awesome shiny! Scyther was already a very cool Pokémon and liked by many from my understanding. So it can be hard to improve on an existing mon. But Scizor did not disappoint. It's so different than Scyther but you can definitely see the family resemblances. Tbh they feel more like cousins than evolutions of one another but so does Onix and Steelix (since they're both metal coat evolutions). But I like the idea of that. Scyther putting on a metal coat and now he's all decked out in this suit of armor and is ready bullet punch his way through. Scyther is a really fun design. Looks kind of dragon like while also having mantis qualities. It really expands on the bug Pokémon. Especially in generation 1. His mega I think is kind of meh... Not bad but definitely not good. Idk maybe it is airing on the worse side of okay then it is good. I honestly think he's cooler as is, so yeah unneeded in my opinion. My biggest problem with Scizor though is that he is a trade evolution. I think he's actually the first so far so I should explain a bit. As a kid with little to no friends to trade with, it was pretty much impossible for me to evolve Pokémon through trading. So most Pokémon that evolve via trade, I never got to really experience or enjoy. For the longest time I didn't even know some of them had an evolution like Kadabra and Machoke. Even beyond that, I just don't like it for the Pokémon world either. It feels weird that these wild creatures would have an evolution method that results from being traded... So without humans, Pokémon like Gengar wouldn't exist. I just don't like the idea of that even if there is a way to explain it. I will say that trade evolution while holding an item are definitely a lot better but honestly I would prefer just using the item and that would be enough. But yeah that's my rant on trade evos. Small things but I like that Scizor seems somewhat competitively viable which is always nice. Its nice to use strong Pokémon. One thing that bothered me when I used mine in Pokémon Violet, her walking animation in the overworld was so awkward. It actually turned me off quite a bit from her. But its a small thing. Only a couple months ago Scizor was riding high in the top 5 spot but he's been struggling through lately. Still there is so much to love about this Pokémon that I can't help but think about him often. Easy top 50.

#pokemon #scizor #top50pokemon

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nutteu · 1 year ago

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Snapdragons

[AO3] [moonsea series]

[Snapdragons ∙ Deception, Graciousness]

Steven was a jock. Jake was an outcast. Marc was just along for the ride. Or, the role reversal. [Jake/Steven/Marc; high school au; published 2022-06-12; word count: 8,864]

[warnings: planned homicides, implied torture]

Pretty boys with sweet smiles and a cigarette between their lips would be the death of Jake Lockley. This was written on his face, and Steven was fluent in the language.

Steven Grant, troublemaker extraordinaire, strode towards where Jake was sitting, on the steps of the abandoned science building where people brought their latest conquest to have some clumsy sex at, the place where countless poor bastards got sacked by their bullies, somewhere an outcast would choose because no one would notice him missing, and if they did, they wouldn’t care either.

Steven’s steps were sure, a certain gait in the swing of his hips, purposeful and confident. He had a way of walking: this steady, measured step that made people part their ways for him, yet turning back all the same because he didn’t make it aggressive. He made it look like he was the second coming of Jesus and all these hormonal high school students had no choice but to revere him. Good thing that Jake didn’t believe in all that spiel.

“May I offer you a cigarette?” Steven asked, very polite, with all the arrogance that he would get what he wanted.

Jake merely raised an eyebrow, flicked a glance downwards to the half-burned cigarette he had between the clench of his teeth. It went without saying about the tacked on ‘idiot’. Steven’s smile didn’t waver. Instead, he pulled out a cigarette from his own pack, something more expensive than Jake could ever bother to afford, and pulled out Jake’s cigarette gently.

“This is mine, now,” he said, still with a sweet smile, talking as if he meant something more than the cigarette. Jake was his, now, he meant—because he had noticed the outcast who bore a similar face to him. He liked collecting his unrelated twins, that was for sure. Marc Spector was a prime example.

Jake didn’t say anything, watching Steven bite down on the stolen cigarette. He slipped the expensive one between Jake’s lips, and flicked open a lighter that, also, cost more than Jake could afford. Hell, it probably cost more than Jake’s shoes. This was a little bit surreal, with someone like Steven Grant, who was always surrounded by admirers and needy high school kids hoping for acknowledgment, who walked around as if he owned the world, who looked pretty beyond belief and all the prettier because he seemed to be aware of it.

But the cigarette felt real, and the heat from the lighter washed over Jake’s skin. He let the tip burn, and sucked in a few breaths of nicotine to retain the fire. Steven looked immensely satisfied, like a cat who got the bird, bloody and broken beneath his claws, and sat between Jake’s legs without prompting.

He sucked in another deep breath, before pulling the cigarette away. “What are you doing?”

“What do you think, mate?” Steven asked back, easy and relaxed. “I’m collecting my doppelgangers. Sort of like collecting Pokémon, innit? Saw another familiar face when I went to Greece. I thought I heard him introducing himself as Rydal; went away with this beautiful couple, right? So, I let him go.”

“And what does Marc Spector think about this?”

“Oh, he thinks it’s funny,” came the reply, along with a slight tip of Steven’s head, just enough to reveal the crinkle of his eyes.

Jake scoffed mockingly. “Of course he does,” he said. “He thinks that everything you do is funny. Mindless lamb.”

“Perhaps,” Steven nodded. “But sometimes he thinks that what I do is stupid.”

Just like what he was doing right now, approaching the lone wolf whom everyone gave a wide berth for because of the bruises he came to the school with. But it was a private thought, though the implication was loud enough to echo around them. He looked down as Steven played with his fingers, humming ever so softly on the back of his throat; he had a nice voice. Sometimes, the touch strayed a tad to close to the mottling bruises on his arm, but never close enough. It didn’t spoke of fear, it simply meant that Steven knew that Jake would shove him away and kick him while he was down.

Steven did so poorly in classes that it was only through his father’s money that he didn’t repeat the years. But he was smarter than people gave him the credit for. A sort of sly wickedness that hid beneath the sweet exterior. It had never been a secret that Steven fought around like a mad dog, but it seemed to always come as a surprise to people, because of how he framed himself to be. Something delicate, pretty.

That was the main problem with him, wasn’t it? He was too pretty to ever be held accountable for his actions. Jake looked away from his limp fingers, that didn’t clench back until he crushed the bones of Steven’s wrist. He was guilty of the same sin that these people bore: indulging.

He considered rebelling. But it was futile to run away from Steven Grant, because he had the tenacity of a man in warpath. Arthur Harrow used to be their history teacher, with his greasy smile and soft voice, hair slicked back and a cane always present to support his limping legs. Jake had seen the way he looked at Steven, who batted his long eyelashes at the man. No one talked about it, even the teachers and the school staff, but Jake had heard of how Steven broke Harrow’s other leg, and taped him while he was naked, laughing all the way as he cooed cruelly at the man. Harrow was never seen again after that.

Steven didn’t just get back at someone if they slighted him. He tore them apart until the bones were revealed, and sink his nails into the heart. He didn’t just break someone—he shattered them, and reveled in it.

“He’s not a lamb,” Steven then said after some time, Jake’s cigarette almost nearing its filter on his mouth. “He knows what I did. He just doesn’t care, because he loves me.”

“That’s worse,” Jake pointed out. “He’s a mindless fool in love.”

The boy turned around, placing his palms on Jake’s thighs. They settled heavily, warm and constricting. He looked indecent like this. Staring up at Jake from between his legs, eyes a swirl of dark vortex, thin wisp of smoke framing his face into something sinister. He pulled off the cigarette and threw it to the side without looking away from Jake.

“I like him that way,” Steven said earnestly, squeezing Jake’s thighs. Jake wondered if he did the same thing to Harrow, to Marc; this blatant seduction that felt like danger. The faux submissiveness that clashed horribly with the knowing glint in his eyes.

“And you, what, you love him back?” he sneered, unable to look away from the brush of Steven’s lashes on the skin under his eyes. “Planning to get married right after graduation, Stevie?”

Steven gasped dramatically. “How did you know?” he asked, fake surprise on his face. Then he laughed, and it sounded so jarring, a tinge of hysteria in it. “But you’re actually right. We are planning on doing it, if only to piss off my parents.”

“What are you gonna do when daddy dearest kicks you out, huh?” He pulled away the cigarette, and leaned down. “Spoiled little princess like you won’t be able to survive without all the luxury you’re born with.”

“Envy looks good on you,” Steven replied, his smile took a turn into something dirty, something that made the hormonal teenager in the back of Jake’s head roar to life. He had never claimed that he was immune to nature. “Oh, I know that I still need his money. But I can just kill him, you know? What are people going to do? Imprison me, while I hold all the keys to my family’s wealth? I know the value of my name and how to wield it well, Jake.”

That made Jake pause. Steven wasn’t bluffing; it was apparent in the certainty wafting off of him, the cruelty alight in his dark eyes, the ease he had spoken with. He let out a breath that sounded like a chuckle, then let it morph into a full-blown laughter. He still didn’t move away from the scant inches between them.

“You’re a sick little fuck, Steven,” he spat out, a petty satisfaction coursed through him when a speck of spit landed on Steven’s cheek.

He wasn’t surprised when this cursed boy swiped away at the saliva with the tip of his finger, and put it into his mouth, tongue laving on the single digit as he looked at Jake as if he was daring him to follow where his finger had gone into. Jake didn’t give in—not yet, not so easily. Sure, sweet little Steven could think that he had Jake, now, but he wanted the princess to work for it. Not because he was trying to play hard to get. It was simply because he wanted to see how far Steven could push, how twisted he could get.

“Hey, fucker!”

Jake looked up, but Steven only sighed. “And here I thought they’d never come,” he said, shaking his head ruefully. “Always late to an appointment. Very disappointing.”

He leaned up a little to kiss the underside of Jake’s chin, and left his pack of expensive cigarette and lighter, walking away towards four mean-looking boys a few yards away from them. Steven’s gait was still confident, his shoulders relaxed, his smile charming. Jake leaned back and stomped on the cigarette, taking out another one. These children were going to get beaten close enough to death. He ought to enjoy the show.

He had never seen Steven fought, but sometimes, he heard some boys talking about it in hushed voices in the restroom. Jake would stay inside the stall, smoking away, as they talked about how nasty Steven was, how they should gang up on him instead. They were little cowards who couldn’t swallow the bitter tang of defeat, thinking that numbers could be their strength, when what they were facing against was someone who had long since detached himself from the concept of limitation of what would be considered as too much. You couldn’t win against someone who was prepared to die, and to kill in return, when you didn’t have the same conviction.

Steven cheated, and Jake laughed a little as the little dove brought up a taser, out of all things. He laughed as the boy who got electrocuted screamed, dodging from a fist and dancing away with danger in every step. They traded fists, with Steven looking more and more like an unhinged beast with every hit that he took. When the other three boys were down, and Steven was heaving up breaths, spitting out blood from his mouth, he walked away to pick up a lying branch on the ground, strode back with heavy steps on the overgrown weeds of the abandoned ground.

He beat them with the branch, merciless and glorious in his cruelty. If Jake were to really kick him when he was down, he was sure that Steven would just laugh. Because he himself was inclined to do the same, arms taut as he rained down hit upon hit on the boys. They cried out, screamed until their voices were hoarse, howling as Steven didn’t stop even for a second. He could kill them, and he probably wouldn’t think twice about the consequences, because there wouldn’t be any. Not one that mattered to him, anyway.

When he was out of breath, and the three boys were lying still barred from the soft whimpers of pain, he yanked the last one by the hair. He was the only one without bruises, after he was felled by the taser. It didn’t last long. Steven smiled serenely and bashed the boy’s head to the ground; once, twice, three times before he was satisfied. He let go, and stood up, and Jake thought that that was the end of the show.

But Steven gave him one last entertainment by swinging a harsh kick to the last boy’s head, before he bent down to pick up the fallen taser. He pocketed it back, and skipped cheerily towards Jake. He looked expectant, eyes sparkling, still high on adrenaline and a twisted satisfaction of winning unfairly in a fight. Jake snorted and waved away his hand. Steven slotted back between his legs, sitting two steps below so he could purr into the inside of Jake’s thighs.

Jake wasn’t ashamed to admit that he was half-hard from the display of violence, from Steven’s warm breath on his crotch, from the way Steven arched his back as Jake slipped his fingers through the messy curls, before yanking his head back as far as it could get; his grip tight, unrelenting.

“Not so pretty now, are you?” he said with a smirk, eyeing the bruises on Steven’s face, the blood still staining his teeth red. He looked hideous, and Jake was getting harder still.

“Oi! Don’t say that,” Steven whined. “I’m always pretty.” He glanced down at the now-visible tent in Jake’s pants, and grinned. “I think you agree, too. Or, some part of you, at least.”

“Mouthy,” Jake remarked, lazily dragging his eyes over Steven’s face, to his lips. “You want a reward, don’t you? For giving your new pet a spectacular entertainment?”

“Not necessarily a pet,” the boy corrected. “Like a kept man—kept boy? I’ll treat you well, the way I do to Marc, don’t worry.”

Jake laughed. It didn’t sound kind. “Open up, princess.”

Steven obediently parted his lips, and closed his eyes, shuddering and rubbing his legs together when Jake spat directly onto his lolled out tongue. He swallowed the saliva gratefully, and Jake nearly trembled from how much of a sick fuck this boy was. Someone who had looked so gentle, so delicate, yet so twisted; a walking contradiction that purposefully stumbled into Jake’s life. He didn’t want to know just how long Steven had waited for this moment—to corner Jake alone, to throw himself at his feet like a cheap whore, yet knowing all the same that he had the upper hand regardless of everything.

Jake’s other hand clenched Steven’s jaw, forcing him to open his mouth again, and roughly shoved three fingers in, growling low in his throat when Steven immediately sucked on them enthusiastically. His tongue laved around them; a warm, wet hole that he then tightened with the hollowing of his cheeks. Steven’s hips moved frantically, and it was only then that Jake realized that he was humping Jake’s leg.

“Oh, little dove,” he crooned condescendingly. “Such a desperate, little princess.”

Steven still had the time to nod, to open his eyes and stared at Jake, gaze lidded and lustful. Jake shoved his fingers deeper, the groan Steven made when he choked on them going straight to his groin. He kept them there, fucking into the back of the boy’s mouth and gritted his teeth when Steven let out a pathetic whine, his hips stilling, an obvious wet patch forming on the front of his pants.

His cock was throbbing inside his jeans, but he pulled away his fingers, and wiped the excess saliva on Steven’s cheeks. The boy’s eyes were closed, lashes fluttering as he came down from his orgasm. He leaned his head on Jake’s thigh, panting like a dog, every brush of his nose on Jake’s erection sending electrifying jolts into his veins. He could have Steven’s mouth on him, choking on his dick instead of his fingers; could have him bent over the steps and fuck him dry.

But not yet, not so easily.

He let Steven’s head hit the steps as he got up, adjusting his jeans a little so they wouldn’t press so harshly against his hard cock. He watched as Steven twitch a little, still so sensitive after coming. He looked pathetic, disgraceful. But Jake liked what he saw, nonetheless.

“I’ll see you at lunch tomorrow?” Steven asked without opening his eyes, voice rough and scratchy.

“Not a chance,” Jake said, and left without looking back, his pocket heavy with a pack of expensive cigarette and lighter. He heard Steven’s weak laugh as he walked away.

There was a familiar sound of plates shattering when he arrived at his doorstep. The argument had long since started before he got there. He detoured to the side of the house, sitting against a dying tree as he listened to his parents’ hurling insults at each other. Ungrateful whore, his father growled out, followed by his mother’s choking sound. Disgusting bastard, his mother spat out despite her predicament. Jake took one of Steven’s cigarettes out and waited for the inevitable shatter of a bottle.

When the sound echoed in the house, he let out an exhale of smoke and waited for the slap, the cries, the slam of the front door, and his mother’s wailing.

This was an unchangeable routine in the Lockley household. As was Jake going in and ignoring the shards of glass on the floor, coming into his room which lock could never be used anymore after his father broke it down; as was his mother crying until the evening and regretting her decision of staying, yet unable to leave either because she was in too deep in this mess; as was his father coming home late into the night, and Jake gearing up for his turn to fight.

As was the bruises and the cruel words spat out at him. As was his resignation and mounting hatred.

This was an unchangeable routine.

Steven sat in front of him at lunch, smiling brightly. Jake could almost see the imaginary flowers floating around his face. It sickened him to the bone. He didn’t say anything, and tried to swallow the meager, stale cafeteria lunch while his stomach throbbed from how hard his father had kicked him last night. Motherfucker had worn boots, too. The food rioted in his gut, ready to be thrown back out again. Jake gritted his teeth and swallowed another spoonful.

A packet of painkillers slid on the table, and Steven still smiled so brightly, eyes knowing. Jake stabbed the fork on the table, narrowly missing the boy’s hand. Don’t get too cocky, his gaze said.

“Meet me in the toilet after school?” Steven asked with his usual air of genuine politeness. Jake should have known better—he did know better.

He took the packet of painkillers, and didn’t deign the boy with an answer. Steven left, then, not before he threw a cheery wave at Jake, and waddled towards where Marc was sitting with a scowl, a leftover from their literature exam. His face softened when Steven meandered towards him, a foolish little lamb with affection so obvious in his eyes; parting his legs like an obedient pet so Steven could deposit his tray of food on the table, soon to be forgotten because why would the great Steven Grant ever wanted to consume something so disgusting, and sit on his lap.

There were eyes on them, Jake was aware. Anything that Steven Grant did, it was impossible not to garner some attention from it. No one had approached Jake, no one was brave enough to do so. He didn’t miss the whispers of speculations, because Steven’s voice was soft enough to not be overheard by anyone else. These kids made him sick, made him want to throw the steel tray at their faces. Nosy little things who knew nothing about the world, wouldn’t it only be fair that they had a little taste of it?

He knew that no one would dare to question him or Steven. No one dared to question anything that Steven did. He was right—there was value in his name, and everyone knew that. You didn’t mess with Grant and come out unscathed; you didn’t fuck him up and have your happy, peaceful life still intact. Hannah Jameson tried, once; spread rumors about Steven in hope of blackmailing him into a relationship, a tense friendship at the very least, a step-ladder for her to climb the social hierarchy with. Her father’s business got shutdown in less than a week; her name blacklisted from universities she had applied to. Steven had never held back with his cruelty.

Jake didn’t know why they never got the message, why they kept coming back to Steven with clumsy fists, fumbling with their insults. Perhaps, aside from nurtured ego, there was some part of them that derived masochistic satisfaction for being broken down by someone so revered like Steven Grant. Perhaps, that was the essence of human’s relationship with God. An entity so unreachable that it was only through pain and misery that they could feel the divine presence. Jake thought that there might not be a part of Steven’s life that wasn’t twisted in some ways.

He took the painkillers, two at once, and the food stayed in his stomach. It still ached despite the ice he had put on it this morning. He didn’t care much about his bruised cheek, or the split lip, or the myriad of black and blue when he rolled up his sleeves. He didn’t really care much about anything, had been for years. He forgot the last time that he cried from this, the last time his mother cared, the last time his father came to his bedside, apologizing while Jake pretended to be asleep.

He didn’t think he wanted to remember.

Steven didn’t look at him even once throughout the rest of the day, dedicating all of his attention to Marc, who was clearly bummed about something. Jake’s gut throbbed, this time with something akin to disgust, as everyone turned a blind eye to the way Steven caressed the side of Marc’s face, whispering sweet nothings in his ears. This feeling derived from the hard truth that Steven could continue acting like this, and his life would go on as if nothing was amiss. Even to his adulthood, there would be nothing he couldn’t do—fleeting, trivial matters such as immorality and forbidden boundaries were mere decorations, a forgotten formality.

So, he didn’t come to the restroom after school, and didn’t come back to school for almost a week because he had come home with fury, hitting the back of his father’s head with a baseball bat he had stolen from the gym storage. It was one of the worst fights. His father didn’t come back until three days later, and Jake was bedridden even longer because he was only a nineteen-year-old with wiry muscles and wrath in his blood. It wasn’t enough to beat his father to the ground. The only consolation Jake could get was the limp in the man’s leg after he stabbed it with the broken bottle, the ugly curve of his lips from another slash. He had his own wounds on his arms and back, his mother saying nothing as he tended to them in the kitchen.

I’ll kill you, his father had said, promised. Jake didn’t know whether he was taunting or giving up when he snarled and laughed at the threat.

Steven slid him a name card along with a letter when he returned. It was a doctor appointment. He left with another kiss to the underside of Jake’s jaw when he walked away from the abandoned science building. Jake went to the doctor’s place, because there was no pity in Steven’s eyes. Instead, there was something heated, close to adoration. There was a different kind of promise in the drag of his lips, one that spoke of retribution, and Jake closed his eyes as he held onto that.

He got stitches and a thorough lecture, a recommendation for martial arts class and an exasperated sigh. The doctor didn’t inquire further about where these wounds came from, didn’t ask him personal questions that might hit too close to home—a place where it all began, a place more akin to hell than a home to come back to. This was Steven’s personal doctor, Jake realized, because the middle-aged man mentioned about how tired he was of reckless teenagers with egos larger than that of a God’s. This was a person who knew that young boys sometimes left their home and cut down the emotional ties to their families because there was nothing else left to be salvaged.

Jake didn’t know how to feel about the gentleness in the doctor’s eyes as he handed him numerous packets of medications, ointment for the bruises, antibiotics so the wounds wouldn’t be infected. All paid off in Steven’s name. He left with a small thank you, and went home with a sort of low-thrumming hysteria that, yeah, he was indeed Steven’s pet now, and he was being treated well the way he was promised to.

He also didn’t know how to feel about that.

Steven waited for another two weeks to approach him, and at first, Jake didn’t know the reason why. It was becoming increasingly obvious when he cornered Jake in the restroom, at last. He was rough when he slammed Jake against the wall of the stall, didn’t even bother with closing the door because there was nearly no one else left in the school but stray kids practicing cheerleading and school staff. None of them were here to witness Jake sliding down to the toilet seat, with Steven climbing on his lap and wrenching the front of his shirt so he could pull him up into a searing kiss.

This wasn’t given, but he thought that Steven deserved it nonetheless. A reward for keeping his pet intact and relatively well. Steven Grant really was pretty, he thought as he nipped on the boy’s bottom lip, hard, swallowing his moans that echoed in the restroom. With smooth skin and long lashes, sculpted jaw and soft lips. A kind of classic beauty, with an air of delicacy and fragility that hid a beast with fangs dripping with poison beneath it. It was hard not to be attracted to a face like that. Jake might have had too much of what the world could offer, but he was young, still—hotheaded, a little jaded, drawn to danger like moth to flame, desperate to be burned into ashes.

Steven unclasped his belt with practiced fingers, didn’t waste time to part from Jake’s lips, and swallowed his cock to the root. He was only half-hard before, but Steven’s mouth was warm and tight, and he didn’t even pause to gag when Jake’s cock hit the back of his throat. He vaguely acknowledged that this was the fastest he had ever gotten hard in his short life. He gripped the back of Steven’s head, taking what was so graciously offered to him, and moved his hips without even the slightest consideration to the boy between his legs.

Steven looked good on his knees, the way he had been before. But the sight of his lips stretched thin around Jake’s cock, saliva running down his chin as he kept his mouth open, hiding his teeth, was something incredibly, viscerally beautiful that Jake felt a twinge in his chest. Steven’s clothes were always so neat, undoubtedly made from the best fabric that money could offer, but he was disheveled now, the expensive pants dirtied by the filthy floor of the boy’s restroom. He didn’t seem to mind, and Jake snapped his hips harder, chasing this fast-hard-rough pleasure to its very end.

“You’re good at this, princess,” he commented, affecting an air of nonchalance even as his breath was hitching. “You’ve had experience with cocks, huh. You suck him often, that Marc Spector of yours?” he asked sweetly, keeping Steven’s head buried to his navel, hips swiveling to feel the tight heat of the boy’s throat. “Were you like this, too? On your knees, in a dirty bathroom, uncaring of what people might see, because you want them to see, don’t you, sweetheart? You want them to see you kneeling on the floor like a slut, can’t keep your hands to yourself, always in need of a cock stuffing you full.”

Steven keened high in his throat, and gripped the bare skin of Jake’s thighs until he left crescent marks. There were tears clumping his long lashes as Jake kept him still, coming in gushes down his throat. He swallowed it all without being told to, and Jake felt a pathetic twitch of his cock at the sight before him.

The curls were even messier than they usually were, Steven’s cheeks flushed red from need and breathlessness, eyes shining with tears yet still so defiant, still so arrogant because he knew that he got what he wanted anyway. He chuckled hoarsely as he pulled his cock away from the warm, willing mouth. Steven lapped up at the cum he didn’t get to swallow, cleaning Jake’s soft cock and tucked him in neatly. It felt ridiculously like a business transaction, one that involved too much emotions and personal agenda in the process.

He was hard, Jake realized. He slid the sole of his shoe onto the bulge in Steven’s pants, hearing him moaning low and dropping his head to Jake’s knees, panting hard. He alternated between gentle slide of his shoe, and pressing down harshly until Steven whined his name in a broken voice. It was oddly endearing, that Steven clung onto his hands as he rutted against Jake’s shoe. He looked pretty, even like this, but there was a certain sense in purity in the pure need in his eyes, the way he looked so desperate for release, begging Jake with his tears and the tremble of his reddening lips.

Jake didn’t know how someone could look so sweet when they were mindless with lust, but Steven Grant apparently was able to achieve that. It felt like defiling something good, though he knew that ‘good’ had a twisted meaning in Steven’s dictionary. Because more than the way the boy had sucked him off so eagerly, so filthily, this felt even dirtier than that. Because Steven’s moans were soft and high, the kisses he peppered on Jake’s palm sweet and innocent, the way he called out Jake’s name so earnest and affectionate.

Steven looked so helpless, like this, and Jake had to take a deep breath from the sudden dizziness invading his mind. It was the surge of power, he recognized. The knowledge that someone who could brazenly take on the world, reduced to begging and rutting like a dog in heat, giving Jake the control to do what he liked with this sweet, sadistic boy. It was an ouroboros; a vicious cycle of Steven surrendering control, yet Jake knew, he knew, that he was powerless because this pretty boy with viciousness in his blood had set his sight on him, and heaven and hell would burn before Steven let go.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone, little dove?” he asked, softly, as if afraid of waking up the beast.

Steven looked up, and for a moment, the haze in his eyes cleared to make way for conviction and gentleness. “Because you’ve been left alone for far too long,” he said between his hitching breaths. “So, I’m not going to leave you, like they did. You’re mine, too, remember?”

Jake sucked in a sharp breath, and hauled Steven to his feet by force, backing him up until his head hit the walls with a dull thud, the way he did to Jake earlier. So arrogant, yet so uncompromising in his promises. He would treat Jake well, he said, so he waited; he waited until the wounds healed, until Jake could breathe easily again, until the bruises disappeared. He waited until his beloved pet was alright, before he pounced with sharp claws and the danger slithering around Jake’s throat. This pretty boy was impossible, detestable, so, so fucking full of himself that Jake couldn’t help but let himself be caught.

He yanked Steven’s pants down roughly, callused palm wrapped around the hard cock as he clenched Steven’s jaw with the other. The kiss he bestowed upon the boy was rough, unforgiving, as if Jake was trying to devour him whole. He jerked Steven off with harsh tugs and nails skating on sensitive skin, feeling himself hardening again in his pants from the desperate wails echoing in the stall. There were fingers slipping into his hair, and Steven pushed his tongue into Jake’s mouth, the way he pushed back against him until he was seated back on the toilet.

He wrenched himself away from Jake, and climbed back into his lap, bearing down on his erection as they both moaned in unison from the friction. It was terribly cliché—two teenagers making out and rubbing against each other in the school toilet. But it meant much more than that to Jake. This was a battle that he went into despite knowing his defeat, this was their danse macabre. This was Steven pliant yet unforgivingly cruel in his touch, this was Jake taking everything he could have, this was them entwining in a bond that was created out of some twisted, perverse sense of infatuation and ownership—this was them heading along straight into the depth of hell.

He clenched Steven’s ass in his palms, helping the boy grounded his cleft on top of Jake’s cock, the burn of his underwear and denim making it all the more painful, the more pleasurable. Steven pulled away from the kiss, and sneaked a hand down to stroke his cock, rubbing the tip against Jake’s abdomen. When he came, it was with this low growl and a bite to Jake’s ears; white staining the black shirt. Steven’s hard breathing gradually softened as he let Jake move him the way he needed to.

Curiously, laughably, it was the soft, fleeting kiss on the underside of his chin that tipped him off, coming for the second time in his pants like a fucking virgin. Steven looked like he was well and truly fucked, debauched and reveling in it. But Jake was the one left with mess of bodily fluids upon his person. It felt like some sort of symbolism that he didn’t bother to look into, mind too hazy after the pleasure that had taken him in a suffocating embrace.

Steven smeared the cum on his shirt, with a stupid, shy giggle on his lips. “Come to my house this Sunday,” he whispered, leaning in for a kiss before he left, the door closing behind, at last.

Jake let out a sigh, and stared at the ceiling, wondering just how exactly a pretty little face could ensnare him so quickly in this fucked up mess. He closed his eyes and tried not think about the lingering taste of Steven’s warmth on his tongue.

Steven liked literature and archaeology. He could recite the history of the Egyptian gods with his eyes closed. He smelled like lavender and looked unbearably soft and gentle when he was rumpled from sleep. He held Marc like he was holding the moon. He only ate vegetables and he walked around the huge, fancy house with only Jake’s shirt and a pair of boxers. He liked sweets and he and Marc liked ridiculous, knock-off Indiana Jones movies like Tomb Buster. He pretended that his name was from the main character instead of the one given by his parents.

He was all giggle and shy smiles, stumbling in his steps as he and Marc danced in the kitchen. He held out his hand for Jake and laughed brightly when Jake dipped him as low as possible, before pulling him into an embrace. He couldn’t handle his liquor well, but Marc could, and Jake was more than capable of it, and so Steven chugged down the whisky stolen from his father’s cabinet liquor.

He was all sweet, sinewy lines of muscles as he arched his back, moving so beautifully between Jake and Marc. He curled his fingers around them both and smiled as Jake and Marc absolutely refused to acknowledge each other’s presence. He wanted to be a museum tour guide, but he had all these companies to inherit instead—tragic, he mourned dramatically. He wanted to visit places far away from this town with the three of them. He once had an embarrassing crush on Marc’s ex-girlfriend.

His hands were gentle as they finally traced the bruises and scars on Jake’s body, the same way he did to Marc’s own scars. Jake didn’t want to think that it was heartbreaking how the three of them had wounds from the past all over their skin; each from the person that they thought would protect them, would hold them with tenderness, would love them the way they deserved to be loved. Sometimes, a life was only meant to be a tragedy, and so, they loved their families the way Lucifer revered God, before he was betrayed, and fell down to hell. Their love turned into spite, into hatred, into burning vengeance. It was pathetic and comforting to know that they shared the same history.

Three boys who were bestowed with the same face, who shared the agony of being hurt by the ones they had cared about the most, who inevitably found solace in each other’s arms.

Jake didn’t care about Marc the way that Steven did, but he at least could acknowledge where he came from, and why he chose to follow Steven to the end of the universe, willingly.

“I killed his mother,” Steven whispered when Marc was sleeping fitfully on the bed. “We were fourteen,” he said, voice so soft despite the horrid truth he was baring for Jake to see. He was a warm weight in Jake’s lap, looking for all the world like he was telling a bedtime story with a happy ending apparent from miles away. In a way, Jake supposed that it did have a happy ending, for the two of them. “She hurt him, all because RoRo died. She never looked past the grief to truly see that Marc was just a child, that it couldn’t have been his own will that RoRo drowned that day. She never looked past the anger to truly see that she was sending another one of her children to death’s gate.”

Jake was silent, fingers moving through Steven’s curls. The memory of that day in the abandoned building, of Steven saying so nonchalantly about killing his father, of how fearless and ready he was to prove his words true, they all stemmed from this. Jake wondered if those kids who were never seen again truly did move away, or because the Grants covered Steven’s homicides with their fortune and influence.

Steven laughed then. There was a cruel satisfaction in his eyes when he said, “Slipped in some water hemlock roots to the soup. She thought it was parsnip. I was there when she convulsed on the floor.” He let out a shudder, and cradled Jake’s face. “You should have seen the way she died, Jake. She looked so miserable, but not enough, in my opinion. I had wanted to hurt her the way she hurt Marc, wanted to leave as many scars as she did, but it was pretty fun to watch her struggle, I suppose. She was reaching out for me, thinking that I was Marc. I think it’s pretty poetic that the last thing she would ever see was a stranger with her child’s face, smiling down on her as she was dying. I hope she never forgets, even in hell.”

“You’re going down there, too,” Jake said, but it wasn’t an accusation, just a simple fact that Steven nodded to.

“Then she better run farther, don’t you think?”

He smiled, and Steven looked terribly pleased with that. He swallowed the secret into his lungs as he pulled Steven into a kiss, slow yet firm, tangle of tongues and lips moving in lazy slides against one another. This was another reward, too: for the truth, for staying true to his promise, even years before it all began.

Steven looked good in Jake’s shirt and he grew his own herbs. He had a small library filled with topics that he was interested in, and none of them would help his grades. He killed someone when he was fourteen and he looked serene in his sleep. He kept a blade under his pillow and hoped to stab his father’s heart with it someday. He lockpicked his parents’ bedroom and messed with his mother’s makeup when he was particularly bored and they had been away for too long. He would bring Marc to the end of the universe, and he would take Jake along with them.

He was beautiful, twisted, and all sorts of fucked up in the worst possible way. He was beautiful, gentle, and clumsy whenever he was within the company of people that he cared about. He was beautiful, and Jake was his.

Jake remembered this, remembered all the things about Steven, as his father’s fist collided with his face.

The doctor sighed when he saw Jake on his doorstep, holding a fractured wrist. But he let him inside, and didn’t say anything until Jake was properly taken care of. He gave Jake a bar of chocolate and said that Steven should stop collecting strays and murdering their parents. Jake ate the chocolate and watched a television show with the doctor, well into the evening. He didn’t say how this sterile, clinical place felt more at home than his could ever be.

“Let’s get married after our graduation,” Steven said, eyes twinkling excitedly. “My father would get into cardiac arrest; my mom would weep for years. It’s so exciting!”

“Thought you’re going to marry Marc,” Jake teased with a raise of his eyebrow.

Steven laughed, then. “I can find somewhere where the three of us can get married, silly.”

“I’d rather not being that asshole’s spouse.”

“I had thought that you and Marc would get along well, you know?” Steven sighed out, looking terribly exasperated and fond. “What with you two being all broody and scowling all the time. I guess not.”

Jake sneered, and Marc sneered back at him. They were civil within each other’s presence, at the very least, tolerating as best as they could. He was a little impressed at how Marc had never made a fuss about Steven taking Jake in. He supposed that it came with the acceptance that Steven Grant would never do something that would adhere to the norm. They did bore some similarities, but it was pretty obvious that Marc had never cared about anyone but Steven. It was as well, because Jake could completely return the sentiment.

“Let’s get married anyway,” Steven then continued. “I’ve bought the rings and all. I’m sure I can buy a Rabbi who would be willing to officiate our wedding.”

“That’s not how it works, baby,” Marc sighed from his seat, but he didn’t say no.

“After our graduation,” Steven insisted.

Jake laughed mockingly from his perch on the marble kitchen counter. “If you actually graduate,” he taunted, but he wasn’t saying no, either.

“May I offer you a gift for our graduation?” Steven asked when Jake came to school with a black eye and finger-shaped bruise around his neck.

He chuckled hoarsely; throat terribly sore from his father’s hands nearly crushing his windpipe. “I don’t need your help.”

“No,” Steven agreed, caressing the side of Jake’s face gently. “I didn’t take matters into my own hands because you’re not Marc. You don’t need to be saved. You will save yourself.”

Jake looked up at him through his good eye. There was the same glint in Steven’s eyes with the one in a memory from so long ago, one that spoke of rightful, painful retribution. He looked glorious like that; like a cruel god amongst the bloodbath. He held such certainty and arrogance that were presented as a soft grace on his face. He touched Jake as if he was bestowing a blessing, tainted and wrapped in thorns.

He remembered thinking that it was futile to run away from Steven Grant. He thought that this time, it didn’t only come with inevitability, but unwillingness as well. So, he nodded, and accepted the blessings with palms dripping with blood.

Steven looked serene upon seeing Jake’s acceptance. He looked holy, pure in his gentle affection. He looked like he was ready to burn the world to the ground for Jake. And Jake thought, with an ache in the cradle of his lungs, that he, too, would follow Steven to the end of the universe.

“What are you laughing about?” his father growled out, clenching Jake’s lapel tight between his stubby fingers.

Jake gave him a grin that bespoke of his lack of sanity. “About you,” he said, solemn and certain. “About the day when you’ll lose.”

His father’s anger was burning and encompassing, stifling the whole house until Jake couldn’t breathe. But he smiled, still—remembering the grace in Steven’s steps as he guided Jake to wield the sword he had taken from his father’s room; remembering the way Marc stood tall and strong as Steven caressed Jake’s face, shielding them from people’s curious eyes; remembering the feel of the two of them as they lay bare their carnal desires; remembering the traces of purity in the hopes and dreams they whispered into the night, forever kept as shared secrets between them only.

Steven had wanted to be married in Cairo, Marc in London. Jake couldn’t help the grin on his face when they relented and agreed that they’d get married in Spain.

When he slammed his fist on his father’s gut, he thought of the rings Steven kept in his drawer, and smiled with sincerity in the curve of his lips.

He thought, that the routine had finally changed.

“Happy graduation!” Steven cheered way too loudly, barreling straight into Jake and kissed him smack on the mouth, ignoring his parents’ silent anger entirely. “I’ve booked the tickets to Spain. The villa, too,” he whispered against Jake’s lips. “We’re leaving in two weeks. Enough time for you to enjoy your graduation gift.”

Steven was pulled away for a moment so Marc could kiss him, a stupid little grin on his face after they were separated. Jake looked at them, then thought, what the hell, and grabbed the front of Marc’s impeccable suit to gave him a big, wet, obnoxiously loud kiss. Marc looked ready to send him to an early grave, but the tips of his ears were red, and he didn’t push away until Jake let him go. He felt like they could move on from tentative truce towards something closer to what Steven had wanted.

There were numerous pictures that Steven took of them that day, and he had taken one of the fancy cars from the garage so Jake could drive them around the town, screaming at passersby and hollering to the music they had blasted from the sound system. They all laughed until they were breathless, ate greasy food at Jake’s favorite joint until they barfed, and fucked on the backseat of the car until they ached. Then, Steven gave them each a metal bat, and they bashed the car into ruin before going back to the Grant’s resident so they could fuck loud enough that Steven’s father left the house with a guttural scream and myriad of insult.

It was one of the happiest days in Jake’s memory.

“Do you like it when they scream?” Steven asked sweetly in his ears, arms wrapped around Jake’s middle as he embraced him from behind.

Jake stared at his father, gagged and tied to a metal pole. His blood boiled in trepidation and the sudden, visceral surge of fondness. He didn’t need to be saved, so Steven brought him the bastard who had ruined his life, and told him, save yourself, then, love. There was a sense of euphoria, entwining tightly without a space in between with the old-age vengeance thrumming in his heart.

“Hell yeah,” he answered, nearly breathless.

Marc polished a pair of pliers and calmly walked over, handing them to Jake as Steven whispered, ominous and gentle all at once, “But they don’t need their teeth to scream, do they, now?”

Jake wrapped his fingers around the handles of the pliers, and looked into his father’s terrified eyes. His grin was feral, every nerve coming alive as he trembled. “No,” he found himself whispering back, eyes alight with cruelty and promises of retribution. “They don’t.”

Marc inched closer to place a kiss on his neck, and walked away from the basement of the Grant’s residence, where all of Steven’s questionable and highly illegal purchases were stored in. Steven turned his head to the side and kissed him slow and sweet. His eyes crinkled when he smiled at Jake.

“Enjoy your graduation gift, sweetheart. Have fun,” he said, and walked away, taking Marc’s offered hand as he reached the stairs to the ground floor.

Jake turned back to his father, steps heavy and sure; purposeful and confident, with arrogance and promises of things worse than death in every line of his body—the way that Steven had walked to Jake, towards those fools on that day from a memory that he could never forget in this lifetime and the next.

He pulled off the gag from his father’s mouth, and grinned wider until his cheeks hurt when the man immediately launched into a babble of begging, of please don’t, I’m sorry, I will never do it again, I’m so sorry, please, please don’t, please.

Jake bared his fangs and clenched his father’s jaw so tightly, forcefully opening his mouth, pliers glinting in the bright light of the basement. All his shattered childhood, all his pain and hatred, all his love and disappointment, Jake took them in and let them whisper sweet nothings in his ears, urging him, encouraging him. They sounded like Steven, and Jake let his voice guide his hands, wanting them to be tainted with the blood of a sinner.

“I told you, didn’t I?” he said conversationally. He leaned down, eyes wide and filled with sacrilegious glee. Then he smiled, vicious and merciless. “Hoy te toca perder.”

Steven burned the body and they made a small campfire around it in the backyard. Jake leaned back against Marc’s chest and laughed when the boy grumbled against the skin of his neck, all that shit about the nasty smell of burning flesh. Steven leaned down to kiss him, filthy and loving, and Jake felt at ease for the first time in his life.

The Rabbi visibly trembled under the chuppah of the synagogue. He was sweating bullets, stuttering and stumbling as he read the vows, but Jake didn’t pay him no mind as he looked at Marc and Steven, sleek and beautiful in their white suits. Jake was the only one who wore a black suit. Because it suited him better; because, in a way, he acknowledged that he was a different breed of mongrel amongst the aristocrats like Steven and Marc, and it made their choice to be with him all the more meaningful.

As they slid the rings onto each other’s finger, the Rabbi looked away from them. He couldn’t leave until the ceremony was over, unfortunately. There were only a handful of guests in their wedding, and aside from Steven’s private doctor—who sighed in fond exasperation as they picked him up from the clinic—nearly all of them were the hired guns Steven had cheerily introduced Jake and Marc to on the very first day of their arrival in Spain. They were silent, but the way they moved spoke of danger lurking beneath their calm exterior. Some of them looked fond of Steven, for some reason that Jake didn’t want to think about.

When Marc kissed him, it was firm and unyielding, but it was lined with something akin to love. When Steven kissed him, it was tender and gentle, devotion apparent in his eyes and the cradle of his fingers on Jake’s face. When he stepped back and watch Marc kiss Steven with everything that he had, with love poured out into every slide of lips, he thought of the day when Steven decided that Jake was his.

Jake wasn’t Steven’s—not only. Because, now, he was Jake’s in return, as was Marc.

He thought that pretty boys with sweet smiles and a cigarette between their lips really were the death of him. But when Marc led them both towards another fancy car they’d drive the whole fucking country with, when Steven held Jake’s hand in his, the cold metal of the wedding ring brushing against his skin, he thought that it was alright.

Because in his death, he was reborn. Perhaps, not into something holy; perhaps, he was reborn into an even worse abomination. But, with Steven and Marc by his sides, Jake had never felt more alive than this moment.

#moon knight #shiki writes #from ao3 #moonsea #jakesteven #marcsteven #jakemarcsteven #jake lockley #steven grant #marc spector #high school au

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princematcha · 3 years ago

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whatever princess wants, the princess gets

autre titre: At Your Service

a valentine’s day special! here i am back again with princess reader :P

guard!midoriya izuku x fem!afab! princess!reader

wc: 1.8 k words

summary: izuku wants something sweet for valentine’s

cw: nsfw, cunnilingus, fluffy, they both cry but in an “m havin a blast” kind of way, soft, praise, royal au, porn w half of a crumb of plot, they love each other, face-riding/sitting, reader is called princess but no pronouns are used for reader, both of them are 22+ in this, izu calls reader a deity, princess has a body hair (you determine how much hair)

a/n: the only time i will ever write for deku ever again is if someone asks me to, got lost in the sauce a little. was fighting demons to not make this angsty. neb’s title is better omg

i edited tf out of izu for the cover, s mine i made it

4 @teddiiursula hope ur valentines has good pokémon fortune

tagging: @speedmetalqueen

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Izuku Midoriya would do whatever you wanted. Yes, he is required by the king to fulfill your every wish within his power. But he’s devoted to you, deeper than just a guard to crown royalty. Izuku feels the pull of the stars when you call his name or when he sees your honey-kissed face. He knows in his soul that even in another life where he doesn’t kneel before you with a sword sheathed at his hip, he would follow you to the ends of the earth.

So it’s no wonder that you found a way to get him into an inn outside the castle walls for the day of Saint Valentine, hastily pushing at the commoner’s clothing you both donned.

One might think that with his large stature, hardened by years of training with the head of the knights, he would be manhandling you. Using a strong tanned arm to pull his highness’s body wherever he pleased. (He would never pull you to and fro like that— unless you asked.) He could, but he won’t. Izuku enjoys being needed by you, to be whatever you need him to be at the moment. And right now? He can tell you need him.

Warm wet kisses laid against his neck and jaw, his shirt is half-unbuttoned— pulled a little over his shoulders to reveal his freckled biceps and tight chest— he can feel you grabbing at the hair near the nape of his neck, your other hand running across his pecs and idly tweaking his nipples. His stomach whirls as you accidentally pull a touch too hard. He can’t remember when he removed your trousers though he’s glad he did, letting his calloused, scarred hands grab at your waist and thighs with little abandon.

Izuku moans louder than he expected himself to when you start to suck harshly around his neck. He knows he should tell you to stop as his usual guards’ wear doesn’t cover there, but he can’t even stop himself from grinding against your illy-covered heat.

“So good angel, so aH-” You push him down onto the bed with both hands against his shoulders, smiling as you slowly trail them down to his shirt to unbutton the rest. His chest rises and falls with deep breaths that move you as well, admiring how gorgeous you look above him. The warm light that the various candles and fireplace supply flickering over your face. Izuku kneads your thighs while you undress him, watching the way your grin grows as you bite your soft lip. All the while he’s muttering how pretty you are, how much he loves you, how good you feel against his cock. Whispering your name like a prayer.

You pull your tunic off after slipping his arms out of his shirt and working his pants down to the mid-thigh. Izuku feels his heart squeeze in his chest when you look at him with big eyes (and a hand stroking him over his underwear), “Want you Izu, need you so bad,” you moan against his chest. He will happily meet this need for you.

After tasting you properly.

“Up, my love,” he says as he pats your ass softly to motivate you to move. You pout and he would usually falter and quickly work you open with his fingers to let you have your way with him, but today he wants. Izuku knows that you won’t move, so he places a hand under each of your thighs then lifts you so your pussy and thighs rest against his collar bones. You yelp when he moves you, hands catching yourself on the bedding above him at the sudden movement.

He recognizes that look in your eye and cuts you off before you can find a way to get back down, he tuts at you, “Not yet princess, I haven’t gotten my Valentine’s sweet today.” Izuku pulls you closer, blushing at what he said and quietly laughing at the way your eyes widened.

When your cunt is right above his mouth and your knees resting on either side of his head, he tears your underwear apart and tosses the flimsy fabric aside. He hears you make a sad noise and apologizes on his exhale. Lifting his head enough for his nose to brush against the coarse hair above your slit he inhales, basking in your smell and whimpers.

“Ku…” you whine, making him smile against the hood of your clit. Izuku feels himself get even harder against his undergarments when he watches your pussy get wetter next to his mouth— then all at once he wraps his arms around your legs, groaning at the feeling of your soft thighs between his fingers, spreading you even more, and diving straight in. You both cry out, him at your taste and you from the sudden stimulation.

Your hand shakily slides from the bedsheets to his green curls, gripping his hair while your hips twitch back and forth against him. His eyes roll back at the feeling of you tugging on his hair, pulling you closer, his tongue swirling around your clit before going back down to your sopping hole. He begins to fuck you on his tongue, moaning against your pussy when he hears your little sniffles and cries. Nose nudging your hood, his hips thrusting against the air.

Izuku realizes his Valhalla is between your thighs, right where he is. All he can feel is your sweet skin, all he can taste is your flowing slick, all he can smell is your sweat and your cunt, all he can hear is your beautiful noises, and his sight is blessed with the image of you falling apart against his mouth like there’s no tomorrow. The sweat on your skin glowing like the deity you are.

He adjusts his hold on your thighs and rests his head back against sheets. You sigh as you look down at him, a dazed teary smile on your face. Izuku grins up at you, face covered in your juices. “You’re so messy Izu,” you breathe, hand leaving his scalp and going to rub at his face. Your thumb pauses as it’s moving over his cheek before you laugh, “Why are you crying, baby?”

Izuku didn’t even know he was crying. He smiles and kisses your palm, leaning his cheek into your hand, “You’re too good to me. I can’t believe it. Can’t believe you’re here with me. You’re so beautiful,” he rambles.

You scrunch your nose at the compliments, “There’s no one else I’d rather be with,” you reply and try to get out of his arms to kiss him, but he keeps his hold. He leaves dry chaste kisses against your inner thighs and core, watching you with hearts in his eyes. Sticking out your bottom lip and massaging his chest, “ ‘Zu let me go, I wanna kiss,” you whine as you bat your lashes.

Feeling that familiar pull in his chest to do anything to get you what you want, he shakes his head and repositions his arms on you. “But I wan-” You cut yourself off with a squeal when he wraps his lips around your clit, your nails pressing into his wrists.

Your back arches as you rock your hips against his mouth, Izuku following each movement with his tongue. Down his chin, he can feel you dripping, your ambrosia flowing over his adam's apple and running down his neck. With each of your thrusts onto his face, he grinds his aching cock against his clothes. Your thighs shaking from Izuku’s constant attack on your pretty pussy.

He thinks he might find his release from seeing you in such a state and hearing the luscious noises falling out of your mouth.

“Too much Izu!” He hears you cry out, but you grind yourself harder onto his mouth when you say it. Izuku hums an innocent “hmmm?” against you, relishing in the way you jump and the slick that gushes against his face.

His arms keep you close while his hands reach towards your mons, pulling your hood up and spreading your pussy. He whispers wow once before laying his tongue wide and flat at the back of your cunt, quickly swiping his tongue back to your clit. Izuku watches the chills race up your spine and repeats the action again, again, and again.

The tears falling down your face and the way your pretty little hole kept flexing around nothing every time his tongue passed over it, he knew you were close. He was as well. The sounds of your hot wet cunt combined with your stuttered gasps and crescendoing moans made his dick find reprieve in any small friction.

Izuku places his tongue back on your clit, his mouth in an open smile, tongue gliding back and forth. The lewd sounds made his cheeks and ears burn, but he finds himself thriving in it. Your soft, high-pitched ah, ah, ah with each flick of his muscle makes him flex his stomach to not cum before you do.

Not wanting to shorten the experience but knowing he can’t last much longer, Izuku finally removes one of his arms from around your thigh. He traces his hand over to your behind, squeezing your ass hard before bringing his thick fingers to his sweetheart’s pretty pussy. He watches you vigorously grind your clit against his tongue three more times before sliding his middle finger in with ease. He can feel you clenching around him, but your drooling cunt gives him more than enough lubricant.

You make the sweetest sigh at being filled with one of his fingers, riding the digit. You give an even sweeter sound that bounces off of the walls when he slips his ring finger in and presses against that gooey warm spot inside of you. He is only able to curl his fingers twice and suck on your clit once before you shake and cry out, “I love you! Love you s’ much!” then release hard all over his face and hand.

No matter how many times he hears it, every time you tell him you love him it always makes his body warm and his heart full of sunshine. Izuku’s body jerks twice at your voice then he cums into his underwear, a low groan vibrating through his chest.

Both of you deflate after finding your climaxes, one of your legs stretched over his torso and the rest of you slumped near his head. Izuku’s arm hangs lazily over your thigh, panting and rubbing a hand on your back.

He waits for your breathing to even out, spending his time tracing hearts into your skin and you tracing a finger over his freckles. Once both of your heart rates seem to have slowed, Izuku sits up and goes to get a towel and a basin, but a small foot at his chest stops him. His eyes follow the ankle to you, where you lie next to him with big eyes and saccharine pouting lips.

“I wanted to ride your pretty cock, Izu.”

And well, Izuku Midoriya would do whatever you wanted.

ahdbcb a thanmk for reading, have a nice day ₍ᐢ ̥ ̞ ̥ᐢ₎ ♥

#everybody say thank u nebula for betaing #i was arguing w grammarly ngl #she just doesn't get me </3 #4th time writinf .nsft. and i gotta say it's hard #wink wonk get it #im kidding #i did have a hard time lmao #matcha writes #deku x reader #deku x you #deku smut #bnha x you #bnha smut #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya x you #deku lemon #bnha lemon

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pokemoncreepypasta · 3 years ago

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HM Slave

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The Generation I games. Definitely not perfect games by any means, but they were fun to play.

It's a shame my old cartridge’s battery has been long since dead. Makes sense, it was a hand-me-down from an older sibling of mine. Between both of our times playing it, it was bound to die sometime.

I was feeling nostalgic and wanted to play it again after so many years...

The trouble was, I had no intention of learning how to replace the battery, or buying a new cartridge. None of that appealed to me.

So, I just took it upon myself to play it without saving. Any time I wanted to stop, I’d just plug it into my charger, and leave it be.

Everything about this run was just for nostalgia. It was nothing personal to me, so I didn't name Red after myself or something.

I wanted to play through this game without getting attached to anything.

The best way to go through without caring? A starter-only run. I chose Charmander, since it was the cover ‘mon, and also my favorite of the three. Not necessarily because it would make the game easier in the long run.

Of course, there’s no way I’d be able to get through with just Charmander.

My plan was to catch a Pokémon specifically to use as an HM slave, so my Charizard wouldn’t be clogged up by useless moves in the long run.

And what better HM slave than the one who can learn them all, right?

In Generation I, you can’t delete moves in any way, so an HM slave was absolutely necessary.

Not like I hated Mew or anything... I just never performed the Mew glitch as a kid and thought that this would be a fun opportunity to try it.

The darned thing did everything within its power to not get caught, blowing through every single one of my PokéBalls that I’d prepared to catch it with. Hey, it wasn’t like I was going to need them later, so I didn’t complain.

I decided to nickname the little thing. I’d heard the term “HM mule” thrown around in place of HM slave, so I thought it would be funny.

Of course, picking the Fire type had its rocky start, with its disadvantage against the first two gym leaders.

I managed to scrape by with scummy tactics, though.

I’d switched to my Abra that I’d caught to perform the Mew glitch, and let Misty knock it out.

After that, I switched to Mewl for the free turn, and then healed my Charmeleon. Then, after Mewl fainted, I got a free switch into Charmeleon.

When the battle was over, I could proudly claim the Cascade Badge.

This was Mewl’s secondary purpose, to be switch fodder for me to heal my starter.

Things were going fine until Mewl learned Cut.

The first instance where Mewl’s “skills” would come into play.

This was a game where you couldn’t use HMs from the overworld, so I went to the menu to manually select it.

“MEWL ignored orders...”

Now, imagine my surprise when my slave wouldn’t listen to orders. I tried a few more times, with the same result.

I attempted to rationalize it, picking my brain for a reason. I assumed that you could not use HM moves while a Pokémon was fainted, but something about that didn’t seem right.

I healed at the Pokémon Center to be safe though.

That seemed to work, so I assumed that I was right and continued to Surge.

Nothing really unusual happened during the fight, but Mewl was knocked out again for a free heal.

On my way out, I had to cut down the tree blocking Surge’s gym again. I was worried for a moment that I had gotten myself stuck, but Mewl cut it down just fine.

I figured the game would let me use HM moves if I would be trapped otherwise.

I went back to the center to heal up my starter, and my stubborn little mule.

(And Abra too, I guess.)

I caught and released a few throwaway Pokémon to obtain Flash, which I immediately taught to Mewl.

I made my way to Rock Tunnel.

”MEWL won’t obey!”

I was frustratingly met with this. It was fully healed, I couldn't understand why it was disobeying. I wondered if it was some sort of consequence from having an illegitimate Mew...

I kept trying and trying, but no matter what, it wouldn’t light the cave.

I was sure this little bugger didn’t want to wander around in the dark just as much as me, so I really couldn’t figure out what was wrong.

I tried checking its summary, to which its blank, neutral expression had changed to something more... defiant?

I didn't know what kind of sick joke Morimoto was pulling on me by programming Mew to be this way, but I wasn’t having any of it.

It dawned on me that Abra could also learn Flash, so I just let Mewl be prissy and lit up the cave with Abra.

I somewhat regretted my choice to teach Mewl Flash. If I had known it was going to act like this, I would have just taught it Fly instead…

I decided to go ahead and skip getting Fly, since Charizard couldn't learn it anyway.

Thankfully, I made it out of Rock Tunnel just fine.

Charizard made Erika’s gym a total joke, so I didn’t even need Mewl as fodder for this fight.

The whole game was going fine so far up to Fuchsia City, and I had completely forgotten about Mewl’s disobedience by now.

I had obtained its final two moves, so I booted the HMs up and slapped them onto it.

Of course, to use Surf and progress, I had to face off against Koga.

Things were going well up until Charizard couldn’t deal with Koga’s last Pokémon.

I sent in Mewl to heal my Charizard.

”Enemy WEEZING used SLUDGE!”

“MEWL ENDURED the hit!”

Strangely, when Weezing attacked Mewl, it didn’t get knocked out in one hit like it was meant to. Instead, it stayed in the field.

While I wanted to question it at the time, I just used a Hyper Potion on my Charizard to get it back to full.

”Enemy WEEZING used SMOG!”

“MEWL ENDURED the hit!”

Sure enough, I wasn’t dreaming. Mewl was somehow surviving all of Koga’s attacks. Normally that would be pretty cool, except for the fact that Mewl was level 7 and therefore effectively worthless in this fight.

I had to wait for it to faint to switch to Charizard, but Mewl kept surviving every hit that was thrown at it.

”Enemy WEEZING used TOXIC!”

“MEWL”s hurt by poison!”

“MEWL fainted!”

Thankfully, it eventually became poisoned and went down, so I could send in Charizard to finish the job.

I made quick work of Koga and his Weezing after that and made my way out of the Gym.

But weirdly, as I was leaving, I couldn’t help but notice the screen flashing as if a Pokémon in my party was still poisoned.

I checked my party again to see what was up.

It seemed like Mew had a custom sprite for being knocked out that I never noticed before. I didn't even know if that was a thing.

But it was definitely knocked out, for sure, so I brushed it off as some sort of bug.

I figured if anything would fix the poison glitch, it’d be healing at the Pokémon Center.

”If you drive your POKéMON too hard, they’ll dislike you.”

”Please take better care of your POKéMON.”

I was confused at this text. Was this dialogue hidden for players like me who let their Pokémon faint over and over? Whatever it is, I have never seen it before.

”We hope to see you again!”

The nurse went back to her chipper disposition afterwards though, so I figured I should just be on my merry way as well.

I checked up on Mewl to see how it was doing now.

It seemed like the nurse just haphazardly patched it up. Mewl’s expression still looked tense, but I hoped that didn’t mean it wouldn’t use its new HM moves.

I made a quick note to take down Giovanni at Silph Co. and Sabrina. My Charizard was actually getting a bit over-leveled, so I swept through without needing to use Mewl to heal during battles at all.

I decided that on my way to Blaine, I would fall back on my training a bit.

I back-tracked over to Fuchsia City since it was faster than going all the way back to Pallet Town.

I made my way down by the Fuchsia coast and hoped quietly that Mewl would let me Surf to Cinnabar.

Thankfully it seemed like the 1’4 cat was perfectly fine with me riding on its back, with no defiance at all. I felt confident, like I was finally getting enough gym badges to make it obey.

I'd even gotten it to listen when I needed it to use Strength in the Seafoam Islands. Things were really looking up.

I’d finally hit land and was ready to storm the Cinnabar Mansion and claim Blaine’s badge.

I was feeling pretty confident with my Charizard’s HP and level that I wanted to take on the Gym without healing at the Pokémon Center.

I had plenty of Potions and Revives in case of emergency, anyway.

All of the quiz questions were normal, except... This bizarre one.

“You treat all your POKéMON fairly?”

Though it had been several years since I played this game, something felt off about it, like it wasn’t supposed to be there.

I half-heartedly answered yes, despite knowing it was untrue. My logic was, at the very least, that even though I as a player didn’t care about these Pokémon, maybe Red did.

”Sorry! Bad call!”

The buzzer went off and I was harassed by a trainer. I was appalled... Was the game really criticizing me as a player?

Had I hit some sort of secret flag after making Mewl faint so much? I couldn't understand what was happening.

I didn’t give myself much time to think about it though, so I healed up my Charizard with some Potions and took on Blaine.

Charizard had fainted again, so I left it up to Mewl.

I healed up my Charizard and expected Mewl to hang on like before, but it just went down with no resistance.

With my seventh gym badge in hand, I was pretty happy with my run so far. A couple more hours in and I’d be done, I thought.

I was ready to Surf north towards Pallet Town and claim my eighth and final badge.

“MEWL ignored orders!”

But I received a friendly reminder.

I had forgotten that Mewl didn’t like using HMs without being healed. I really didn’t feel like taking it to the Pokémon Center though, so I just carelessly threw a Revive at it.

Hoping that the Revive would be good enough to satisfy it and let me ride on it again, I mashed through text a few times to see if I could brute-force it to listen.

”MEWL won’t obey!”

”MEWL turned away!”

It kept bombarding me with the same defiant messages over and over, until...

“MEWL hates you.”

I was caught off-guard. This text didn’t have the same energy as the others, lacking an exclamation point. It sounded like flat, cold, genuine hatred.

I pressed A again, and attempted to order another Surf. Not necessarily because I wanted it to Surf now, but more out of a morbid fascination with such intense text.

“MEWL used instead, FLASH!”

Suddenly, like in a battle, the screen lit up totally white.

I was booted out of the party screen afterwards, and immediately noticed a distinct lack of an items menu. Had Mewl taken it from me?

Closing out of the menu, I spoke to the Pokémon now standing next to me, knowing exactly who it was supposed to be.

”Mew!”

Mew’s cry played. I already knew it.

“MEWL hacked away with CUT!”

I flinched, horrified at the thought of Mewl directly attacking my trainer.

”HM01 was destroyed!”

But then I realized, it wasn't that...

”HM03 was destroyed!”

Instead, Mewl had stolen my items...

”HM04 was destroyed!”

… And was proceeding to destroy each of my HMs, one by one.

”HM05 was destroyed!”

After destroying HM05, Mewl’s sprite disappeared; presumably back into its PokéBall.

I was exasperated, but quick on my wits.

I still had Fuchsia City's Pokémon Center as my last saved location, meaning I could use Abra to Teleport back to the mainland.

I was smug, thinking I'd found a loophole around Mewl's attempts to sabotage me.

”ABRA used TELEPORT!”

“ABRA ran away!”

I panicked, to say the least. I frantically scrolled around my party page. How could Abra have disappeared like that? I wasn't going to accept Mewl being my only ride back to Pallet, it was impossible.

I desperately went to the PC inside the Pokémon Center, in some vain hope that maybe Abra had just been sent there somehow.

”MEWL used STRENGTH.”

“The PC was destroyed!”

I couldn't believe it.

Mewl had gone full rogue.

I suddenly had to come to grips with the horrifying realization...

I was trapped in Cinnabar with no way off.

I went through what I can only describe as the five stages of grief.

Stage 1 - Denial

I scoured the internet for any other Pokémon in Cinnabar Mansion that I could use to escape the island.

I quickly remembered that Mewl had already destroyed my HMs and stolen my items, and realized I couldn’t catch anything.

But I did have one more plan.

If I could knock out Charizard and Mewl, I could be sent back to Fuchsia. It would take a bit of work for Charizard to eventually faint, but I was prepared to try anything.

”CHARIZARD ran away!”

But I couldn’t be prepared for my Charizard running away.

I was so shocked that I didn’t even want to send in Mewl, I just said no and fled the battle.

I fell into absolute despair. Mewl had not only ruined my chance of getting off the island, but now, even if I did, what would I do without the only Pokémon I’d been raising?

Stage 2 - Anger

I’d never thought malicious thoughts about this Mew before, just casual indifference and sometimes mild frustration. But I can’t say that I didn’t want some payback towards this Mew for wasting several perfectly good hours of my life.

I sadistically thought about how I would make it faint, and then how I would torture it over, and over, making it repeatedly faint until maybe it would measure up to Charizard’s strength.

“MEWL ENDURED the hit!”

I couldn't stop myself from shouting "NO."

Despite Mewl’s apparent injuries, it hung on with one HP.

Again, and again, no matter what I did. No matter what Pokémon I faced.

It seemed like nothing could poison it, burn it, kill it.

Then, it dawned on me…

Maybe this was what Mewl wanted all along?

Stage 3 - Bargaining

Mewl’s stubbornness and special ability that made it unable to faint...

It took Mewl a long time to faint its first real opponent, due to its low level, but in the end, it grew.

I checked Mewl’s summary for some sort of sign, anything at all, that this was what I was supposed to be doing. It stared at me with its vacant, unreadable expression...

Perhaps it was shocked I had battled with it? Whatever the case, it wasn’t staring at me with hostility anymore...

So it was silently agreed between us, then. Mewl and I, we did our first ever grinding session.

It took a few hours, but Mewl’s level was growing steadily. Things seemed to be going well, until...

We ran into our first wild Ditto.

I thought it was strange, having not found a Ditto for all this time I'd spent in Cinnabar Mansion, but I didn’t see any trouble with fighting it, so I just let the battle progress.

Stage 4 - Depression

The Ditto transformed into Mewl, who appeared to have a sad expression on its face.

I quickly pulled out of the battle screen and into my party to see if something had changed with Mewl.

I checked to see Mewl, who had that same sad expression as the Ditto. Its status had changed from "OK" to a worrying "...".

I knew something was wrong, so I fled from that battle and every battle afterwards.

Though I had avoided it before on hopes of somehow escaping to Fuchsia City, I gave it all up to heal Mewl, who had risked life and limb to impress me.

After it was healed, I checked its summary again.

Though it had fully healed, it still had that depressed look in its eyes. I couldn’t understand want it wanted. I didn’t know what it needed.

But I realized that it was getting pretty late, and I wanted to get to sleep soon. I would have to leave the game on, and leave Mewl behind.

That was when it hit me.

Could it be possible that Mewl knew I hadn’t saved? Did Mewl somehow understand that no matter if I saved or didn’t save, it would disappear when I turned the game off?

I hadn’t really thought about it until now, but Mewl was more special than any other Pokémon I’d ever played with.

And if I turned the game off, it would disappear forever.

I didn’t know how to feel about that.

I went out of the Pokémon Center to reflect about this with Mewl.

I still wanted to finish the adventure with it, if it would let me.

Stage 5 - Acceptance

“MEWL doesn’t want to go.”

That was okay, I thought.

I realized that even if I went with Mewl to the Pokémon League, and won, then the game would return to the title screen and not save my progress.

Maybe Mewl understood that, too.

So then we were at an impasse, together on Cinnabar Island.

I didn’t know what to do. Even if this Mew was special, even if I genuinely believed it was real, I couldn’t just keep my GameBoy on forever. What would anyone else think?

I decided that for the first time in this entire run, I wanted to save my game. I didn't want to turn it off just yet, but at least save, as some sort of precautionary measure.

I hoped, that in the event the GameBoy turned off for whatever reason, a miracle would occur.

”Would you like to SAVE your MEW?”

It seemed that the game knew exactly what my heart wanted, and I selected yes.

Then, all of a sudden, my game turned off. Not due to low battery or anything, but it just turned off.

I panicked for a moment, and quickly switched the game back on.

It was gone. The save file was gone.

Or, rather, it was never there to begin with.

#Pokemon Creepypasta #Pokepasta #Mew #HM Slave

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nerdpokemonheadcanons · 3 years ago

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Jack Lariamar (Scolipede Anon) here!

Trick-or-Treating went really good! Everyone’s Pokémon were well-behaved! Someone even gave a couple rocks to Tricky??? Don’t know if they had a Trapinch at one point, but she enjoyed it nonetheless. We got plenty of Casteliacones for Jet and a couple of Malasadas for Assassin.

The bros loved my Pokémon’s costumes, mine as well. They surprisingly didn’t need help getting them on and looked awesome. Their Elemental Monkeys even dressed up?? It was so cute. We got so many compliments and it was so fun. I did give everyone a ride home on Assassin since it was getting late.

Hope you had a great Halloween too, Professor!!

Hehehe, rocks for Halloween, just like the old special.

I'm glad you all had fun!

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im-no-jedi · 2 years ago

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only three days? 😩

well, regardless of whether we’re already together or not, I figure Hunter and I both have very different ideas of what activities to do. he’s an active, outdoorsy guy, and I’m an indoor couch potato LOL

so then, we’d split up the days! (treating this as a modern AU btw 😜)

first day would be doing whatever Hunter wants. he’d argue about letting me go first, but no, I wanna get the hard stuff outta the way first 😝 I’m sure he’d wanna go on a nature walk or something like that, so I’d recommend my local arboretum. I genuinely love going there, so I could stomach a few hours walking around in a familiar forest of trees. I’d douse myself in bug spray, which would likely deter him from wanting to get near me for a while haha. but he wouldn’t be able to stay away for long. he wants to stick close in case I wander off. and you know… for other reasons 😉 we’d track down some of the deer and other little critters that live there, maybe even spot a hawk or eagle if we’re lucky. there would definitely be hand holding for most of the walk. I’d wish I could pick some of the small flowers growing around to take home, but I’m nervous about taking anything for fear of getting in trouble (even though there’s no one else around 😝). Hunter secretly starts gathering flowers for me to surprise me at the end of the walk with the tiniest little bouquet ever 🥺💙 I’m sore and tired by the end of it, but the walk was worth it to get to see Hunter in his element, enjoying the natural beauty of the world 🥰

day two would be whatever I want to do. which is just stay home ROFL. we’d stay on the couch and chat away about literally anything. I love hearing stories about his family, and him with mine. I’d show him my favorite movie (Tron Legacy of course 😋), and then we’d play some video games (Mario Kart, Smash Bros, maybe some Overwatch too). I would wanna order out food, but Hunter would offer to cook something as a special treat for me. he’s not the best cook, but he enjoys doing it (unlike me), so I let him do it. he knows what I like, and like with the forest, I’m just relishing in seeing him so happy 🥰 oh, did I forget to mention there would absolutely be much couch cuddling? because there would be much couch cuddling 😁

third and final day, we both decide on an activity together. it’ll be out of the house for Hunter’s sake, but I pick where we go. and I know the perfect place to satisfy us both: a day at Six Flags! Hunter momentarily balks at the idea of going to an amusement park, but I tell him he can pick what rides we go on first. which he then tells me, it’s fine, he doesn’t care, he’s just happy to spend time with me 🥹 so I take him on all my favorite rides, which are mostly coasters. Hunter… isn’t the biggest fan of coasters. but again, he’s doing this for my sake! he’ll power through it! even if he ends up screaming every time we go down a big drop! 😂 lucky for him, there’s some rides I like that aren’t coasters. and thankfully, he doesn’t get dizzy easily cause there’s a LOT of spinning rides. he ends up enjoying it solely because I’m so happy after each ride is over and I excitedly drag him onto the next one. there are several carnival games, and I reeeeeeally want the Pikachu and Charmander plushies they have, so you bet your butt Hunter’s gonna play those games until I have my precious Pokémon plushies. lucky for me, he’s so skilled and dexterous that it doesn’t take many tries 😁 we also get some funnel cake and Dippin Dots throughout the day cause you HAVE to get funnel cake and Dippin Dots when you go to Six Flags, you HAVE to. by the end of the day, Hunter is more exhausted than I am, so we finish our visit with a nice calm ride on the carousel. we find two horses side by side (I must have a black one, he doesn’t care what color his is). he helps me onto my horse before practically flying up onto his. right before the ride starts, Hunter reaches over and grabs my hand. we keep our hands locked throughout the ride. I’m focused on looking out at the park as we ride, while Hunter can’t keep his eyes off me. it’s a nice, long, calm ride to signify the end of our time together. our hands don’t separate even after getting off the ride.

once we get back to the car, Hunter suggests we find a quiet place to pull the car over to and watch the stars for a bit. there aren’t many stars where I live, but ironically, it just so happens to be a perfectly clear night. we can see my favorite constellation, Orion, up in the sky. I tell him how much I’d love to visit the stars. he says he would do anything in his power to get me there if he could. more than anything, we both just wish we had more time together. our hands stay interlocked and our heads gently rest on each other, which inevitably evolves into more intimate activities (I am NOT letting this man leave without some smooches 😤).

our time together may have been short, but it was worth it. at the end of it all, the activities didn’t matter. simply being together was enough. and we were grateful for every second of it 💙💙💙

If you had 3 days to spend with your favorite clone, what would you do? And would you be in an established relationship or just falling in love? I wanna hear all the cheesy daydreams. 😂

#this got SO mushy OMG haha #but hey it’s MY daydream!#I’m not openly romantic but I’m a SUCKER for intimacy #just read my fic series and you’d know LOL #I would gladly take a few days alone with Hunter tho OMG #I’d take anything 🥺#he deserves some recreation and relaxation #let the man have some fun dadgummit #I’ll treat him right 😤#my dark and broody bandana man #star warz #OTP: Shrapnel & Solar Flares

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poke-breeder-rowan · 4 years ago

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My main team and two support Pokémon.

This team has been with me for years. Serena has been here since I was eight. Bare in mind Service/support Pokémon cannot fight if they are seen as outside the 6. They all have helped while I was trying to compete for champion. Raven was my rival and best friend while I also had a few friends who also would fight against me. For the most part my team didn't change too much during it all. Especially with joining up as a ranger when I was young. Now adays I go around as a breeder and study Pokémon variants and how they adapt to their environment in college. My main team I rarely fight with as I have a separate competitive team. Serena First Pokémon I ever got was a Eevee called Serena. She's been with me since I was eight when I got diagnosed with type 1 diabetes. She and I trained together and so she could help me manage. Near the end of her training she evolved into Sylveon and we then started a little bit more specific training so she could help using her ribbons. She did evolve really early on but she's doing well and is happy enough. She's a fully certified diabetic alert Pokémon and is often seen following me around. She's the most likely Pokémon of mine to see with me in town and at home. She also is very close with the fox , cat and dog pokemon on site. Especially Nyx, Sandwich and Nightshade. Saturn. This lil guy actually didn't become my Pokémon till much later. He was a lil Pidove who I would feed in my first home back down at Postwick. He got really use to me and would even sit on my hand. I'd tend to keep Serena away from him just in case. One day I had to move and expected never to see him again. I spent the whole two days at the times he usually comes to my windows and he never showed up. On the third I moved up to Wedgehurst to my dads. Only to find a Pidove all too familiar in town with a folk. He stayed wild till I was 12. When I actually caught him. He was usually with me anyway but I caught him when he made it clear he wished to join me on my journey and see the whole of Galar. Now he's a Unfezant who's a glutton. He hasn't been caught for so long due to me joining the Rangers when I was 12. He flies about and helps me find any missing or injured Pokémon. He fits in my team fairly well though him and Sandwich can be quite the hand full. Especially since hes aware of how pretty he is and loves going to contests. Hes quite the bad loser too. (His favourite contests are the cuteness and beauty.) Sandwich My starter Pokémon. A gift from my partner Raven as I started my journey quite late due to my family being worried about me with my health issues travelling through Galar. I managed to get them to let me leave after I showed my friends who would be joining me on my adventure. I didn't get to start till I was 13. My partner, friend at the time gave me a shiny Vulpix variant (Classic/kanto) named Sandwich. Sandwich is a calm and mischievous Ninetales. She was my main Pokémon partner and she loved competing against my friends. Now a days most contests are at contest spectators and a friendly fight ever now and then. She took along time to decide to evolve. Now she's a Ninetales who is absolutely aware of how gorgeous she is. She's often found wandering with me or hanging out with Nyx. They form snuggle piles and all the fox Pokémon will sit with them, its utterly adorable. She serves as the guardian of the farm. Nightshade. Another support/service Pokemon. I got him gifted to me from the same breeder my family got Serena from. I knew he was most likely to Evolve into a Umbreon just from his connection to the moon and being wide awake at night. Which was really good for sleepless nights while out or at home. We often go out on late walks when I cant sleep or if I just want to enjoy the night. This lil guy helps with anxiety and my autism. He reminds me to take my meds too though my partner does that plenty anyway. Nyx. A Zorua shiny that I found in the Crown Tundra. He was on his own and badly hurt. I was a ranger at the time and we got told we were watching the Crown Tundra for a bit. I looked

after him the most. Eventually he ended up joining me and being registered under my Trainer ID. He gets along alot with Sandwich, Serena and Nightshade. They use to form a little fur pile. Now sometimes they'll sleep together and it is the cutest thing. Nyx is mostly seen as the dad of the farm. He occasionally gives canine and fox pokemon rides in his fur.

Bud. A Cottonee who's parents I caught in the wilds. Shes my first ever pokemon I got myself from breeding. She started my love for grass types. She is wonderful to relax and sit with. She loves decorating her cotton various accessories like ribbons and bows. She is wonderful. I was 14 when I raised her with the help of other breeders , Pokémon and partner. She is a cross she mostly looks like cottonee but she has a little bit of Roserade making it so she has small flowers behind her horns.

Avalon. Avalon was given to me around a year after I stopped being a Ranger. I started joining small clubs for Pokémon breeding some were variants and others for competitive Pokémon. I gave one of the members one of my pokemon (A corviknight.) I got them back a few weeks later but about my anniversary of leaving the rangers I was alerted that I was sent a Pokemon. Turns out it was a little Applin. Now I know that couples often present one to one another and I really thought of giving him to my partner especially since Sandwich was given to me by them. While looking after him I came up with the name Avalon. He has stayed with me since. He usually sits on my shoulder or curls on my bag, cuddling onto me while I do chores. Nagi Nagi the Noivern. He is a little rascal and second dragon type Pokémon I raised from an egg. He would sit and hang from my tent pole alot during camping. He was the last pokemon in my party. I got him after I stopped going to gyms after leader Allister and being a ranger. Nagi and the rest of the team helped defeat all the way to Leon. Though I failed to defeat him. After that I went on to work, got a place and now go full time to college. He helps out a lot with travel which ill take him over a Corviknight taxi unless I must. He helps with any emergency travel spots to the Pokecenter. Hes a lot calmer now happy to go out on rides though and he still loves the game catch. I toss a ball up in the air and he usually tosses it around for a bit before returning it and repeating all over again. And that's all my Pokémon!

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ask-professor-laurel · 3 years ago

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Hello! I am Professor Dracaena I specialize in dragon types and am head at aAshbirn dragon type sanctuary.

It seem we share having a Dragonite as our first Pokémon, though mine was obtained less conventionally, what specific challenges would oh say you faced starting with a dragon?

Hello! Haha yes, I got Cloudhopper by very conventional means. But there were... definitely a lot of challenges.

For anybody who doesn't know, I received Cloudhopper as a Dratini from my aunt, when she found out I wanted to set out as a trainer. Cloudhopper and I have been inseparable ever since. But, there were lots of challenges! I was a kid, she was a young dragon, there were bound to be hiccups.

The first big thing was diet. Dratinies are just as carnivorous as Dragonites. So, I was having to handle meat products and actively prevent her from hunting while we were travelling Galar. A fun fact about me is I'm a vegetarian, have been since I was a kid, so handling meat was... very much not something I was prepared for. It was an adjustment, but I knew that if I couldn't handle Cloudhopper's diet I would have to give her up, which I didn't want to do. So, I powered through.

Shedding was a lot. Dratinies and Dragonairs shed... so much. It took a while for me to get used to having to clean up shed and help her with tough spots. It took even longer for me to get used to her eating it! Shed has a lot of nutrients, so it's a perfectly healthy boost, but for a kid? Horrifying. I used to always cover my eyes when she was done shedding so I wouldn't have to watch her eat it. These days I don't mind it at all.

Activity was never a big issue, she got lots of exercise and I've never really kept her in her Pokeball that much. Lots of battling, lots of playing, lots of moving around. It did take a while for us to adjust once she was fully evolved, I'll say. Flight was very new, took her a good while to get the hang of those new wings, but with my aunt's help she got there! Now she's a fully licensed ride Pokemon and we fly often.

Honestly, the biggest challenges presented themselves when she evolved into a Dragonite. Suddenly she had to eat a lot more, her hunting instincts were a lot more intense, the exercise she needed jumped way up. I was lucky- I was prepared for that, and I had someone I could easily contact to help when needed, and I think that's why things didn't go horrifically wrong. The instincts took a lot of getting used to- I've always been a trouble magnet, you can ask anyone who knows me, and Cloudhopper suddenly had the mass and strength where she could be as fiercely protective as she felt. We had lots of conversations about how she couldn't just... blindly attack anything she thought might hurt me, basically. We worked on redirecting that so that now, if she thinks something might hurt me, she instead just grabs me and basically holds onto me until she thinks the danger has passed. Which can be quite funny- she's twitchy, and has on multiple occasions scooped me up and stared down a Paras that happened to pop out of a bush and startle her.

But, hey, she's my partner and my best friend, and all those challenges just brought us closer together. She's actually having a shed right now as I type this, she's currently lumbering around my office gathering up what's already come off so that she can keep it all in one place and have herself a snack later.

Thanks for the message! Dragonites are incredible Pokemon, and I wouldn't trade Cloudhopper for the world :)

#pokemon #professor laurel #arthur rambles #asked and answered #she is the most tidy Dragonite I've ever met #don't get me wrong she loves making herself into a mess by rolling around in mud #and getting into playful scraps with other Pokemon #but she's incredibly meticulous with cleaning herself off #and when she sheds she cleans it all up as she goes and basically hoards it for when it's all done #and then she does a sweep of the facilities to make sure she didn't leave any #it's hilarious and adorable

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hexalianrebel-blackfeathers · 4 years ago

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Rough Crows Have Soft Feathers

Panda’s Notes: It’s my first commission; I can’t believe it!! Funny enough, it was a request to finally tie up a loose end on an old series of mine. >w> Thank you so much @wertzunge, for the commission in general and giving me some actual ideas that my own brain couldn’t provide. You’ve always been kind, and I hope you like it!

Word Count: 5254

Ao3 || Ko-fi

“Tsukki, c’mon!” Yamaguchi called as he chased after Tsukishima, closing the small amount of distance the blonde kept putting between them. “Rough Crows have Soft Feathers? How do you know the code phrase or whatever if the third-years don’t even remember it?”

Tsukishima glanced at him, a smirk hinting on his face as he shook his head. “Just because someone couldn’t pull it off the top of their head doesn’t mean it’s some ancient phrase no one knows. It’s probably still in that book; it’s been passed down for years.”

“How do you know that?!”

He paused, shifting his bags’ straps on his shoulders. “If I tell you… You’d better not repeat a thing. What I tell you never happened, got it?”

Yamaguchi couldn’t help rolling his eyes, but the way Tsukishima glared made him realize he was serious. The story must have been pretty wild.

“Alright, alright; I promise.” Yamaguchi nodded quickly, smiling and bouncing slightly on his toes before continuing to follow him.

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Tsukishima sighed tiredly after practice, running a hand through his hair and dragging his headphones off onto his neck. “Yamaguchi, come on…” He murmured to himself, leaning on the railing at the foot of the clubroom stairs.

“Tsukishima, hey.” The blonde flinched when he was poked on the back of his head, glaring up at the culprit. He flinched back again when he realized it was Nishinoya, perched up on the angled railing with Tanaka holding onto his jacket to keep him from falling off.

“What are you doing?” He asked, trying not to sound too worried about his little stunt.

“Heh, we’re here to invite you out, ya brat.” Noya smirked, spreading his arms out as he wobbled. “You want to come hang at Suga’s this weekend? Most of the team should be there if you bring Yamaguchi.”

“If Sugawara-senpai is having a party or something, why wouldn’t he tell us himself?” Tsukishima huffed softly, starting to put his headphones back on.

“It’s a tradition, tough guy.” Noya grabbed Tanaka’s shoulder and jumped down onto the stairs before poking Tsukishima’s arm. “We meet up just about every weekend. Second-Years invite their new juniors to the party.”

“It’s a team thing, Tsukishima;” Tanaka declared, resting his hands on his hips. “You in or not?”

The first-year looked away from them, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of their eyes on him. He groaned, pulling his headphones back over his ears. “Can’t I think about it or something?”

Noya pouted and sighed, but Tanaka shrugged. “You can do whatever you want, but we’re meeting up Friday night.” The second-years waved passively as they started to leave, with Noya sticking his tongue out childishly. “Bring an overnight bag if you’re coming!”

Tsukishima sighed softly as they finally left, slipping his hands into his jacket pockets to mess with his music player. Some part of him couldn’t help wondering why he didn’t want to interact more with his team, but a larger, clearly more reasonable part quickly moved to shut that voice down.

“Tsukki!” Tsukishima glared up the stairs as Yamaguchi ran toward him. “I’m really sorry, okay, but Hinata was showing me his Pokémon team, and then he and Kageyama were arguing again, and then they asked me to help them practice some more but I—Eep! Hey…”

Yamaguchi pouted, covering his stomach where Tsukishima had managed to sneak a single poke.

“I don’t care if you want me to wait, but I’d appreciate you saying something first.” He huffed, turning to start walking.

“Right, right; sorry, Tsukki…”

As they made their way along their usual route, Tsukishima rested his hands in his pockets as his mind started to wander. Yamaguchi was definitely the more social of the pair, despite how shy he could get sometimes; if the team was meeting up every weekend, why did Noya and Tanaka act like Yamaguchi had never been before? If he had been before, he probably would have brought it up.

“Ah, hey…” Tsukishima sighed, pausing under a lamppost where they would normally have parted ways. “Are you…busy this weekend?” He asked, looking off into the distance.

Yamaguchi had brushed against his arm when he stopped, looking up from his phone and cringing a bit. “Yeah, actually. Sorry, Tsukki, but my mom’s got me booked up until, like, Wednesday. Why? Did you have big plans or something?” He gently nudged the blonde’s bag with his elbow, putting his phone away as he did.

Tsukishima shook his head, letting out a breath he hadn’t noticed was being held. “Nah…” He sighed. “Just checking.”

“You sure~? ‘Cause if you want some plans, you can come and help me with all the chores I’m going to be doing.” Yamaguchi threw up the jazz hands, and Tsukishima couldn’t help chuckling as he rolled his eyes.

“Very funny. Shut up, Yamaguchi.” He smirked, giving the shorter boy a little shove on his shoulder. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry.” Yamaguchi waved casually as he made his way down the other path. “Night, Tsukki!”

Tsukishima waved passively, making his way in the other direction as his mind continued to wander.

What was that about anyway? Why would he want to invite Yamaguchi somewhere he didn’t even want to go? Then again, the team was always more tolerable with Yamaguchi around to lean on when they got all rowdy.

…Did he actually want to hang around the team? He couldn’t help being reminded of all the times his brother nagged him to be more open and kinder to people. As he reached his front door, he groaned to himself as his mind argued whether or not it’d be worth it. Within the fifteen minutes it took him to settle into his room and spread his homework all over his desk, he was also stealing glances at his cell phone and the half-written text message he had considered sending to Sugawara.

“Come on now, Kei,” Akiteru said gently, passing the volleyball carefully so his brother didn’t have to run far. “A birthday party sounds fun. When you’re my age, birthday parties are just guys talking about girls and watching movies we’ve already seen in the dark.” He made a face, hoping for at least a hint of a smile, but Kei rolled his eyes and just passed the ball back smoothly.

“Birthday cake and cheap ice pops aren’t exactly my idea of a good time.” He’d griped, cracking his knuckles and watching his brother’s face for any hint of where he’d need to go next.

“I know what you’re not getting next year then.” Akiteru teased with a chuckle, sighing as he bumped the ball with his arms. “I’m being serious though; I think you could do well with some new friends. They seemed nice enough when they were inviting you.”

Kei wondered if they’d been in the same parking lot that day. Those boys had ‘Mom made me invite you’ practically written on their foreheads. “Those guys are lame, alright?!” He insisted, catching the ball and pouting. “…And they didn’t invite Yamaguchi…” He finally admitted, his fingers tensing on the white stripes. “Said they didn’t want him there.”

“Oh, I get it now~!” Kei cringed and blushed as Akiteru playfully poked his forehead. “I guess I can’t fault you for looking out for Tadashi, but that’s no excuse to keep being so obstinate about not making other friends, okay?”

“Obsti…” Kei murmured, trying to remember if he knew that word or not.

“Ugh, just… when you meet some people; nicer people, I mean, promise me you’ll give them a chance?”

Kei had stared down at the ball, heaving a sigh before nodding once.

Tsukishima had stared down at his phone, heaving a sigh before sending the message he’d written.

Sugawara responded within minutes, and Tsukishima realized it was too late to back out.

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“Hey, you!” Tsukishima let out a choked noise when his senpai’s arm was suddenly thrown around his neck, causing him to be dragged down a bit. “Did you think about coming to the session tonight or what?”

“I don’t think that’s any of your business.” He pouted, loosely gripping Tanaka’s wrist to stable himself. “…But I did make up my mind.” He tried to squirm his way out, only to flinch sharply when he felt a prod on his exposed side.

Nishinoya laughed lightly as he skipped by, and Tanaka smirked as he let the blonde go. “Aw, c’mon Tsukki, it’ll be fun. Might fix that attitude for a night too.”

“Guys, leave him alone.” Daichi chuckled as he exited the gym, grabbing Tanaka by the back of his shirt collar and pulling him slightly. “We just said you should invite them, not force it. Tsukishima, do what you want. You two, come with me before we miss our ride.”

Tsukishima gave a halfhearted wave as his senpais walked away, smirking just slightly as Yamaguchi stepped out and stretched.

“So, you’re absolutely positive that you don’t want to help me do yardwork this weekend?” Yamaguchi teased, nudging the blonde with his elbow.

Tsukishima scoffed, almost giving a smile as he ruffled Yamaguchi’s hair. “Are you going to have a new joke when I see you on Monday?” He teased.

“Heh, I could consider it for you.” Yamaguchi smiled, softly squeezing Tsukishima’s hand before he turned away. “Anyway, my mom’s picking me up; don’t get lost going home!”

“You’re not funny!” The blonde smiled after him before sighing as he already kind of regretted not telling him.

“You two are awfully cute, you know that?”

Tsukishima flinched as he heard Sugawara calling down to him from the club room, grinning playfully as he waved. He crossed his arms, looking away slightly as he blushed.

“Aw, lighten up.” Sugawara laughed softly, starting to walk down the stairs. “I got your bag for you. Let’s get going before we miss the bus.”

Tsukishima let out a huff as the duffel bag was tossed into his arms, smiling just slightly. “Thank you… So, you didn’t tell any of them?”

Suga shrugged. “I might have told Daichi, since he’s buying the groceries, but I knew you wouldn’t want it to be broadcast around the team. Heck, if you want; I can pretend I didn’t know you were coming.”

The first-year couldn’t help a soft chuckle as they approached a bus stop. “You don’t have to go that far, just… What is this all about?”

“Ah, don’t worry about it too much. Those two are probably all riled up about your initiation.”

Tsukishima paused, finding his bearings when he heard a bus approaching. “My what?!”

Sugawara laughed, pointing up at his face. “You should see yourself! Heh, relax, Tsukishima. You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I think it’s fun. Hinata and Kageyama were a riot during their initiation.”

Sugawara waved as the bus slowed down, and Tsukishima clutched the straps on his bags. “Could you, maybe, tell me more?”

The older boy smirked back at him as they boarded the mostly empty bus, motioning him to sit in a window seat near the back. “Are you actually interested, or are you scared?”

He just had to say ‘scared’, didn’t he? Tsukishima tipped his head back and glared out the window. “’M not scared.” He huffed, blushing faintly when Sugawara snickered. “Just, um, curious, I guess. It sounds…familiar.”

“Does it? Apparently, it’s been tradition for at least a few years.”

Tsukishima blinked as a piece of memory resurfaced: something about Akiteru coming home bragging a bit about winning some game during a sleepover. “Some kind of game, right?”

“Well, yeah. But more importantly, a prize.” Sugawara squirmed a bit in the chair, pulling his house keys from his pocket. “Don’t tell the others I told you early, but… You’ll get this.” Holding together his set of keys was an apparently homemade keychain: a pair of feathers made of black leather and embroidered with ‘Karasuno’ in bright orange thread.

“Huh… Is that it?” Tsukishima couldn’t help asking, smiling tauntingly as he reached to touch it curiously.

Sugawara pulled it into his palm before he could, chuckling. “You’ll get bragging rights too! And more importantly, Tanaka and Nishinoya will leave you alone for a while.”

Tsukishima shook his head. “You still haven’t told me what I have to do.”

“I can’t give away all the surprises, you know. Oh, here, get up.” Suga gently pulled his arm before getting to his feet and approaching one of the doors.

The blonde pouted, following after him as he stepped off of the bus.

“Hey, senpai!” Tsukishima blinked and cringed as he recognized that voice, his eyes narrowed as Hinata came rolling up to them with Kageyama running behind. “Tsukishima?”

“Yep, Tsukishima is going to be joining us tonight.” Sugawara grinned. “Be nice. That goes for all of you.”j

Tsukishima huffed, expecting a similar response from Kageyama, but the setter hinted a smirk instead, giving him a playful shove as he and Hinata went by.

“That’s not—ugh…” Sugawara huffed, hands on his hips as he followed after them.

“What’s their problem?” Tsukishima asked with a huff of his own, crossing his arms.

“Looks like they have it out for you. I’d say tonight is definitely going to be fun. If you’re up to earn your wings, of course.”

“You can stop dancing around me, senpai, I’ll play the stupid game.”

Sugawara seemed to light up, snickering deviously as he pulled out his keys again.

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Tsukishima was surprised to see all the space Sugawara had, even for this one room. Hinata had called him over to add his duffel bag to the pile, and while he was rummaging through his overnight bag, he flinched and nearly fell into the pile. His hand shot to his side, where he’d felt a sudden poke.

“Ha!” Hinata stood in the closet’s doorway, poised to run off again. “Did you think I’d forget so soon, Tsukishima?” He called teasingly, smiling as the blonde glared at him. “Good to hear you’re not backing out of the game~!” He zipped off before Tsukishima moved, and the blonde rolled his eyes as he finally pulled out the items he was looking for before returning to the center of the room.

Kageyama and Sugawara had just finished pulling out the bed from the couch when Hinata threw himself onto it, and Suga chuckled as Kageyama nagged at him.

“Alright, you three, be good.” Sugawara began, pulling his phone out of his pocket and checking it. “The others are going to be here soon, so you guys pick a movie or something while I man the door.”

Kageyama had tackled Hinata into the mattress, so Tsukishima nodded in affirmation for them. Their senpai pointed out the remote to start some streaming apps before disappearing into the hallway. Tsukishima sat on the edge of the bed, tuning out the wrestling pair as he flicked through some titles he’d never heard of indecisively.

“H-Hey, don’t!” Hinata cried out, loud giggles breaking his voice as Kageyama chuckled over him. Tsukishima blinked and glanced back at them, catching a glimpse of the setter pinning Hinata’s shoulder with one hand while his free hand clawed and scribbled at his stomach.

“Where’s that infinite energy you always act like you have?” Kageyama taunted, grabbing at the hand that flailed against his face and shoulder.

“Tsukki, help! It’s not funny!” Tsukishima flinched, glaring slightly when he used that nickname. He hadn’t even noticed that he had been smiling as he watched them.

“Why exactly should I help you?” He asked derisively, turning back to the television to keep scrolling. He felt a distinct sort of tingle in his spine when the pair behind him suddenly got quiet again.

“Well, what do you think is going to happen to you?” Hinata had countered, followed by a yelp as Kageyama pinched his side.

“Why would you tell him?” Kageyama huffed, rolling his eyes as he scooted away from Hinata.

“Aw, c’mon, Kageyama; the guys didn’t tell us anything when it was our turn!”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure that was the point.”

“I didn’t really think that was fair, though…” Hinata flailed when Kageyama grabbed a pillow to smack him with.

“Obviously, but you picked him to be fair with?”

Tsukishima rolled his eyes, grabbing the pillow. “Stop! Okay, wait; that’s the initiation thing Sugawara was going on about? Some tickling game?”

Kageyama huffed, a bit of red crossing his face as he looked away. “Yeah, an intense one too.”

Tsukishima snickered, shoving Kageyama’s shoulder mockingly. “Too intense for our king, then?”

Hinata scoffed. “Oh, please; don’t sit there acting like you’re not ticklish all of a sudden. The whole team was there when I got you!” He flinched when the blonde’s eyes narrowed in his direction, smiling nervously when his hand grabbed his shirt.

“Y’know, now that you mention it, I don’t think we ever finished discussing that…” He growled.

“Hey, hey!” All three first-years looked up as Asahi walked into the room. “Don’t fight, you guys, come on, Tsuki--”

“Tsukishima’s here?! There was a commotion in the hall before Nishinoya and Tanaka had suddenly burst into the room with Daichi’s voice and Suga’s laughter chasing after them. Tsukishima winced as Nishinoya’s arms were suddenly thrown around him and his hair was ruffled by one of their hands.

“You actually showed up; I can’t believe it!” Noya practically shouted.

“Ow, okay! Let me go!” Tsukishima griped.

“It’s great to see you, man!” Tanaka laughed. “I hope you’re ready for—”

“Get back here, you two!” Daichi barked from the hall, and Ennoshita shed his own backpack to toss into the pile as he came through the door. Noya and Tanaka waved as they went to face Daichi’s wrath, and Ennoshita flopped back onto the bed and stretched.

“It’s going to be a hell of a night, isn’t it?” He asked with a slight grin, and Tsukishima figured he would probably be right.

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“Alright, alright; everyone, sit still.” Daichi called out once everyone present was finally in the room. The boys were trying to find comfortable leaning positions more or less on top of each other. Tsukishima had scooted over to the edge of the bed, pulling one knee up to his chest as he poked around on his phone.

“Sugar, what are we looking at for time?”

Tsukishima couldn’t help snickering at that nickname as Sugawara pouted, but the older boy crossed his arms and checked his own phone. “Asahi volunteered to keep an eye on the oven timer, but we should have at least ten or so minutes free.”

“Good, good. Okay, as you all can see, we’ve got a new guest tonight!”

Tsukishima cringed as he felt all of their eyes on him. He slipped his phone under his leg and sat a bit straighter.

“It’s great to see you, Tsukishima! Now, if you’re interested in earning your wings…” Daichi quickly pulled his own set of keys from his pocket, showing off the same feather keychain Sugawara had shown him earlier as he smiled softly. “…as well as eternal, irrefutable bragging rights.”

“Ugh…” Tsukishima groaned, and Ennoshita laughed softly as the others stared. “I’ll play your dumb game, okay? What do I have to do?”

Daichi feigned an offended look, glancing over to Suga as the co-captain moved to stand beside him. “Well, if you’re going to be that way about it, maybe we shouldn’t go easy on you?”

Sugawara stepped away, disappearing into the closet for just a moment before Tsukishima finally looked to see him and Asahi carrying a chest out into the room.

“I get the feeling you wouldn’t have gone easy on me anyway.” Tsukishima huffed with a slight smirk.

“They’d better not after everything they put us through.” Kageyama griped, flinching when Daichi cast him a sideways glance.

As Sugawara approached Daichi again, he held a composition book that he was flipping through casually.

“Anything in mind, Sugar?” The captain asked casually, smirking as he got a soft shove and looking at the book over Suga’s shoulder.

“Honestly?” Sugawara asked, closing the book in one hand. “For our dear Tsukki, acting so stiff and plain all the time… Why don’t we just give him a good old-fashioned penalty time? No bells and whistles; I say we just wreck him.”

Tsukishima tingled a bit nervously as the others giggled behind him, but he kept a straight face as Sugawara placed a hand on his shoulder. “What do you say, big guy? Should be a cool fifteen-minute free-for-all.”

“Sounds pretty easy, if I’m being honest.” The blonde scoffed, and he jumped as someone’s hands goosed his sides.

“Pfft, yeah?” Daichi smirked, hands resting on his hips. “How about we play the quiet game then?”

The team griped and laughed a bit, but Daichi waved them off as he instructed the group. All of the others got up from the bed, stretching out and seeming to occupy themselves so Tsukishima wouldn’t feel crowded. He rolled his eyes at the gesture, but he followed the captains’ instruction to lie face-down on the bed.

“Alright, Tsukishima,” Suga teased, pressing a pillow against the back of the blonde’s head until he took it to set under his chin. “Quiet Game means you can’t make a sound; Pretty self-explanatory, really. Everybody ready?”

Tsukishima rested his chin on the pillow a bit nervously as the others voiced affirmatives, sighing as quietly as possible through his nose and reaching to slip his phone out of his pocket.

“Looking for this?” He blinked and glanced back at the sound of Kageyama’s voice over him, and he twitched a bit as he felt someone moving to straddle his back and a cell phone being placed on his head. “Don’t be such a stick in the mud; we’ll keep you busy.”

It was surprisingly difficult not to say: “You’re one to talk,” at that comment, but Tsukishima managed, pulling his phone off of his head to start looking at it in an attempt to distract himself. He could practically hear Kageyama roll his eyes, and he smiled smugly into the pillow.

His attitude changed quickly when someone’s fingers dragged slowly along the sole of his right foot from his toes up to his heel.

“Oops.” Suga snickered as Tsukishima curled his toes. “Seems like your feet are a bad spot, huh?” He hooked his fingers, dragging his nails more firmly against the stripes on his socks. Tsukishima’s hand tensed around his phone, and his breath caught in his chest as he buried his face in the pillow. He flinched again as Kageyama’s hands rested between his shoulders.

“Definitely looks pretty bad. You’re getting all shivery just from that?” Kageyama smirked, moving his own hands to lightly ruffle Tsukishima’s hair before brushing his fingers over the tops of his ears. His shoulders hiked up instantly, one hand batting lightly at Kageyama’s as a smile pulled his lips already.

“I don’t get why you guys are being so gentle with it, senpai.” Hinata said, climbing up onto the bed and taking his own position on their victim’s other ankle. “I thought you said we were going to wreck him.” Tsukishima’s entire body jolted, and an obvious sound was barely caught in the pillow as scribbling fingers raced up and down his other foot.

There was a collective, conspiring sort of chuckle. “Hinata, you should know there’s a flair to these sorts of things.” Sugawara explained. “Honestly, what did we get all that stuff out for you two if you weren’t going to learn anything from it?”

Something about the dissonance of their conflicting methods made it so much worse, and Kageyama wasn’t giving up his search for openings along Tsukishima’s neck and ears. He clung tight to the pillow, his shoulders shaking as he started to squirm.

“If you’re going to make this difficult, I don’t mind playing with you, Kei.”

Akiteru had yanked the blanket partially off of his little brother one Saturday morning, smirking slightly at the very telling full-body cringe. “Come off it, Kei, I know you’re awake.”

The stubborn junior-high student gave a fake sort of stretch before curling over to face the wall. Akiteru rolled his eyes and cracked his knuckles quietly, and Kei’s subtle glance toward him didn’t elude him. He kept as quiet as possible, standing at the foot of the bed as his hands moved down to scribble at the soles of his brother’s bare feet. He smirked as Kei flinched away from him, glancing up to watch his face: a face that was already being covered as Kei was shivering and trying not to smile.

“Someone here seems awfully giggly for being asleep.” His fingers prodded playfully under his toes before he suddenly disappeared. “I wonder if he’d wake up when I do… this—!”

“Gah!” Tsukishima’s voice jumped out around sporadic giggles as someone’s hands latched onto his flanks, thumbs pressing firmly into the small of his back at a frustrating rhythm.

“Ha! Just like that, Asahi.” Hinata had called back, yelping as he struggled to keep Tsukishima’s ankle pinned. “I knew his hips would break him again!”

The others were laughing, and Tsukishima could kick himself for spacing out like that instead of holding his ground.

“Welp, Tsukki, I hate to tell you this, but you lost the game.” Daichi said playfully, leaning on the back of the couch so Tsukishima could look up at him.

The blonde panted softly as the roaming hands became still. “So, I don’t get your dumb keychain? That sucks.” He tried to taunt him, earning quick scribbles right under his toes that made him writhe.

“So, you get a penalty!” Daichi clarified, leaning down to slip his glasses off. “And you can act as tough as you like, but we already know how to make you laugh~ Give him hell, you all.”

There was suddenly a lot of shifting around, and Tsukishima huffed softly as several of them climbed over his back looking for positions. He made an attempt to get his hands in to push himself up, only for Kageyama to find purchase on his neck again. His breath hitched on a stifled squeak, and his shoulders pinned the setter’s hands in place.

“Big bad Tsukishma can’t even take scritches without getting all scrunched up, huh?” Tsukishima could feel heat rushing into his cheeks as he stifled giggles, only to get a feather duster shoved up against the side of his head. Any sarcastic comebacks he wasn’t able to think of were lost in muffled squeaks.

“Okay, wait; wait; wait!” Hinata suddenly shouted, crowding next to Kageyama.

“Could you guys quit climbing all over me?!” Tsukishima griped, flinching a bit as he felt his socks coming off.

“Before everything gets too crazy, I have to try this spot!” The redhead’s small hands shoved themselves under Tsukishima’s arms, and the poor blonde nearly screamed with helpless laughter as his arms clamped tight around Hinata’s hands.

The room was loud again, mostly with his own laughter, but the others were laughing too. Noya bragged loudly about the hairbrush he was scrubbing on Tsukishima’s bare sole, and Tanaka had feathers between his toes while Sugawara scratched his heels to keep his toes splayed out. Asahi’s fingers crawled up and down his back and sides, and Hinata and Kageyama were arguing over his shoulders while occasionally scribbling at his skin.

It was chaotic and noisy and kind of stressful, and yet…

Akiteru ruffled his hair roughly, snickering along with him as he let him go. “Come on, ya brat. I know it’s tough getting used to people, but you like playing, right? Team sports mean you’re stuck with a team.”

Kei had whined softly, pulling the pillow into his face as he sat up. “The guys on my team are so obnoxious though…And my senpais are all stuck-up.”

“You should get along great then.” Akiteru smirked as he sat on the bed with Kei. “Listen, no one can tell you how to feel about people, but you’ve got to give them a chance first, y’know?” He poked his brother softly when he reached to grab his glasses. “Promise you’ll get to know them? At least a little?”

“Will you give me a chance to see you in a game, Ace?”

“Hey, we’re not talking about me here! Besides, sometimes annoying people are just putting up a front. In my team, they have this phrase: Rough Crows have Soft Feathers.”

“Really?”

“I know how it sounds, but I think there’s some truth to it. You’re pretty soft too, you know.”

Someone was tapping his head. “What do you think, Tsukki?” Daichi asked, grinning down at him.

His breath was coming slowly; everything had stopped. He took a deeper breath as he glanced up at their captain. “I think you all could use some help.” He chuckled, unable to keep from sounding exhausted.

“Ah, he’s fine.” Sugawara giggled, patting his shoulder as Daichi handed his glasses back.

“Good to see that you can be a good sport once in a while, Tsukishima.” Daichi chuckled as the others were getting up to let the blonde stretch. “Now, the tradition goes that whoever’s in for initiation gets to pick who gets it next.”

Tsukishima blinked smirking subtly as he glanced over his shoulder at the others. “Really now?” Hinata caught his gaze, knowingly trying to shrink behind Kageyama.

“Heh. You want to pick now? We can wait until after we eat.”

“I guess I can wait. I’m tired anyway.” He admitted, motioning for Daichi to lean closer once the others’ eyes were off of them. “Definitely Hinata.”

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“So, hey…”

Tsukishima looked away from his phone to the setter whispering from the bed. The game room was quiet, the main light coming from the now muted television.

“Pretty chaotic, huh?” Sugawara smiled down at him, resting his chin on his arms. “You still hate us after that?”

“Yeah, well…” Tsukishima shrugged, yawning quietly. “I don’t hate you guys… I just, uh, I definitely have my preferences. Like, I could get used to this.” He motioned vaguely to the sleep-filled silence.

“I’m glad you came out today. That was so much fun.”

“Even if I didn’t ‘earn my wings’ or whatever?”

“About that…” Sugawara shifted slightly, and Tsukishima flinched as something was tossed onto his chest: A familiar keychain, the stitches looking brand new. “The torture thing is a formality; you’re fine. Besides, it’s my sewing machine; I do what I want with them.”

Tsukishima chuckled, tipping his head back into his pillow as he picked up the keychain, He was surprised he could read the letters in the low light. “Thanks, senpai.”

“Same time next week?”

“Pfft, honestly? I’m going home tomorrow morning. I’ll think about coming back though. I guess it wasn’t the worst thing.”

“Ha.” Sugawara yawned, reaching to lightly tap Tsukishima’s forehead. “Never change, Tsukki.”

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“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you went to a session!” Yamaguchi complained, throwing his hands up as Tsukishima chuckled. “They had asked me why you weren’t there this weekend.”

“Oh, if I was there, you would have lost too.” He smirked over his shoulder. “Did they find out how weak you are to raspberries?”

“Hey, shut up!” Yamaguchi laughed lightly, running up beside him to take his hand. “Would you want to go back again though? I think I’ll be there pretty often.”

Tsukishima sighed heavily. “Maybe if you’re there with me, Tadashi.”

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