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Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

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Title: How to Train A Champion and Keep Your Reputation Intact

Summary: Piers doesn’t want to coach Leon, but the last thing Piers needs is for everyone to know a cool punk like him used to perform in Pokemon Contests! If it means keeping his reputation intact, he’ll begrudgingly teach this ray of sunlight what he knows.

Fandom: Pokemon Sword and Shield

Ships: LeonxPiers | dnnz

Rating: T

Contest Warnings: N/A

Chapter 1: The Early Morning Visitor

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Of the people Piers expected to be sitting across his kitchen table at eight in the morning, the former champion was not one of them. Leon wasn't even in the top ten, yet here he was, twiddling his thumbs behind a cup of tea with a peppy expression on his face.

Piers was barely a human being this early, yet Leon seemed to have the same energy as a particularly bushy-tailed skwovet.

"You have a nice kitchen," Leon commented, more to fill the silence than an actual compliment.

Piers glanced at the pile of take-out containers on the counter then the singular shoe that hadn't made it to his room with its partner the night before. His kitchen was nothing spectacular, and it didn't need to be. His home was a place to crash or bring a date, not some fancy townhouse. With only he and Marnie there, why should he bother fancying the place up?

"What do you want, Leon?" Piers took a sip of his tea.

Leon wrapped his fingers around his cup but didn't move to drink. If Leon would have preferred coffee, he could have said something before Piers poured him a cup. It'd be a waste to pour it down the drain.

"Well, it's a little silly, but I could use your help with something," Leon explained.

Piers narrowed his eyes.

Leon was the chairman of the Pokemon League. Piers gave his gym over to Marnie after the last Champion tournament. What could he want Piers to help with at this point? The only connection he had with the League was Marnie.

Unless...

"I swear if you're goin' to pull the same shit as Rose did and try to get me to make Marnie move the gym—"

"No, no, nothing like that!" Leon raised his hands, palms facing out. "It has nothing at all to do with Spikemuth or the gym."

"Then what does it have to do with?" Piers leaned back and crossed his arms.

"Uh, well, alright," Leon didn't meet his eyes, "it's about a rumor."

Piers' frown deepened. He always had rumors about him floating about. It came with his persona.

"I heard Piers beat a man to a pulp because he spilled his drink on him." or "I heard Piers took three girls back to his home and made them leave before the sun was even up." or he was a dealer of rare hallucinogenic flowers or that he used his pokemon to break into Rose's office and peed in a potted plant behind his desk.

There was rarely any truth to the rumors. He didn't care to squash them. He was a dark-type trainer, having everyone thinking he was a bigger badass than he already was could not hurt his reputation.

"C'mon, mate, aren't you a little old to be listenin' to rumors?" Piers cocked an eyebrow.

"It's not a bad rumor.”

"What's the rumor then?"

"Ah, well, I heard," He paused to clear his throat, "that you, ah, that you competed in pokemon contests when you were younger—and that you won."

Piers barely kept his face deadpan.

Where had Leon heard that? Those contests happened just before posting on the internet boomed, so it wasn't like the contests were live-streamed and archived. The only video that he knew existed of his contest days hid in a box in the back of a closet. Marnie captured it when she could barely see over the railings at the stadiums. Even then, the video quality was terrible and Marnie kept moving the camera around. He looked like a black and white blob in them.

He forced himself to calm down. He could easily deny this rumor. No one would believe he, Piers, former Spikemuth gym leader, head of Team Yell, the fierce trainer of powerful dark-types, would ever compete in a pokemon contest.

"Where did you hear that?" Piers reached for his tea just to have something in his hands.

What credibility did this rumor spreader have? Probably none. Denying this would be easy.

"Oh, I heard your sister mention it."

Piers nearly dropped his cup.

Shit.

He could not deny this, not without putting Marnie's credibility on the line. She was still a new gym leader. The last thing she needed was the chairman thinking she was a gossip.

He hissed out a breath. "Oh, did she?"

"Yeah, she was talking to Opal while Bede filled out some papers," Leon told him. "She said she remembered you used to be good at pokemon contests. That's why I'm here."

"So what?" Piers spat. "It isn't illegal, now is it?"

Why couldn't this have been about Malamar scaring passers-by on Route 7 when he was bored? Why could this have been about the rave Piers helped throw in an abandoned mine last month? Why could it have been about pissing in the potted plant? Why couldn't this have been about anything else?!

Leon frowned. "Of course not—"

"Then why are you askin' me about it?"

"Because I wanted your help to win one."

Piers' mouth gaped. Did he hear that right? Leon, the former champion, one of the strongest pokemon trainers in all of Galar, wanted to enter a pokemon contest.

He stuck a finger in his ear and twisted it.

"Sorry, say that again. I must have somethin' in my ear. I didn't just hear you ask for help in a pokemon contest."

"That is what I asked." Leon beamed. "There is one in Ballonlea in two weeks and I want to enter, but I don't know the first thing about them. If you know, you could help me—if you want to, that is."

"Why?" Piers held back from pinching himself. How was this not a dream? Maybe he was messing with hallucinogenic flowers after all.

Reaching into his pocket, Leon took out a folded piece of lavender paper. He laid it flat on the table, smoothing it with the side of his hand, before pushing it over. The faint scent of roses wafted from it.

"All are invited to the first Bellonlea Pokemon Contest!" It read in a flowing, elegant font. "Coordinators of all ages and skill levels are invited to the Bellonlea Stadium to participate in a Pokemon Contest. Please contact the Bellonlean Ladies' Society for more details and how to enter."

"Was this ‘ppose to explain somethin'?" Piers pushed the flyer back. "Why do you want to win a contest?"

"That prize, of course!" Leon took his phone from his pocket. He scrolled a moment then turned the screen to Piers.

A picture of a red and white hat with a black logo stared back. It honestly looked like something an overly-excited ten-year-old would win from a cereal box drawing.

"It's a hat." Piers peered over the top of the phone to look at the hat Leon already had on.

"It's not just a hat. It's a limited edition!" Leon pulled his phone back. "I had one when I was a little kid, but I lost it to an angry corvisquire. The first place in the beginner contest wins it."

"And you can't just, you know, buy one for yourself?" He rolled his hand. "I know you have sponsorships out your ass." Piers looked down pointedly at his Spikemuth Chamber of Commerce shirt for emphasis.

Leon shrugged. "What fun is that?"

Piers downed half his drink in one go. The burn on his throat reassured him he wasn't dreaming.

"Piers?" Leon leaned over the table, his face alight with a smile. "Can't I talk you into helping me out? Please? I promise to owe you one after this."

Piers groaned. What choice did he have? He couldn't deny it without hurting Marnie's reputation. Their reputation used to be the only valuable he and Marnie had to their names, besides each other. Lying to Leon to save his own skin was not an option.

"Yeah, yeah, alright." Piers raised his hands in defeat. "Fine. I'll do it, but," he held a finger up in Leon's face, "you have to swear on your life that you won't tell a soul about it. I don't need anyone thinkin’ I ever put any of my pokemon in a frilly suit or made them dance around like pretty ballerinas or some shit."

Leon nearly jumped across the table. He put his hands on Piers' shoulders and squeezed a little too hard.

"Thanks a million for this!" He hopped up. "Where should we train? I think I understand the rules, but maybe we should go over the rules first? Or outfit—"

"Tomorrow." Piers cut him off. "We'll start tomorrow."

Leon's face fell like a growlithe that just had his bone taken from him. Piers held his sad gaze. Marnie's morpoko did the same pout when she wanted something, and Piers knew better than to give in.

If Leon still wanted to learn how to be a coordinator, he had to prove himself first. A day would be enough time for Piers to think up obstacles to make Leon forget about the silly notion. Contests, despite the stereotype, were hard work. While beginner contests weren't all that complicated, Piers didn't mind sprinkling in some of the more difficult to grasp bits from the higher tiers. With any luck that would confuse Leon right out of the idea and out of Piers' life.

Leon took a breath. He pulled his hands from Piers and squared his shoulders.

"I'll meet you back here at eight sharp tomorrow and then we can get started."

"No. You'll meet me outside Spikemuth at noon."

"Oh, well, alright. It'll be a champ—" Leon caught himself from using his old catchphrase. "It'll be a fun time."

"That's one way to think of it," Piers muttered, feeling less and less enthused at the arrangement by the second.

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True to his word, Leon stood outside the front gate of Spikemuth at noon on the dot. He perked up when he saw Piers and jumped in front of him.

"Good afternoon, Teacher Piers."

He winked.

Piers wrinkled his nose.

"Call me that again, and I'm callin' this off."

Leon laughed nervously. "Sorry." He whistled. "Sooooo, what should I learn first? How to use music? Or pose? I'm already pretty good at that."

"How about the rules?"

Piers waved him to follow down the road towards the Spikemuth Tunnel. People were less likely to eavesdrop on them if they walked.

"Alright, rules. I know there are two rounds, and each trainer uses only one pokemon."

"Coordinator," Piers corrected sharply.

He promised to teach, but he didn't promise to be entirely pleasant while doing it.

"Yeah. There are two rounds. The first round is the Performance Stage. You show off your pokemon's appeal with a choreographed set of moves. The judges will assign points based on how well the performance fits into particular categories."

Piers began to ramble on about the different move categories as if the contest in Bellonlea would be so complicated. Beginner contests weren't judged by the five categories individually like higher-ranked contests.

Back when Galar still had a contest circuit, the people in beginner contests were kids with weak pokemon that might only know two or three moves. A performance with a cool move first and a cute move next wouldn't be judged as harshly as the first rank contest would.

However, Leon didn't need to know that. If he thought that the category system was complicated and—in Piers' humble opinion—limited and stupid, maybe he would back out.

"And that's all there is to the appeals rules." Piers looked at Leon, expecting him to be confused and dejected at the long-winded explanation, but instead found him holding onto every word.

"Well, that doesn't seem too hard." He nodded. "It's just putting on a show in a time limit with your partner. Easy."

"We'll see how easy you think it is when you're doing it." Piers stood under a shade tree. "The next round is the harder one. It's the battle round."

"Battle? I thought contests were for show, not for fighting."

Piers cackled at the genuine confusion on Leon's face. Of course, he would think that. That silly stereotype about contests never seemed to die, did it? Coordinators didn't just train their pokemon to teach them new moves. Their partner had to be strong to last the battles against one another. Even though Piers was a gym leader when he did contests, he still struggled against the stronger opponents.

He idly grabbed a lower branch and bent it down. If he didn’t slouch, Piers was tall enough that he could just about reach into the pokemon nest a few branches up with relative ease.

"You would think that, wouldn't you?" He opened his hand.

The branch whipped up and hit the branch the nest was on. The skwovet in the nest jumped with a squeak. Its sudden movement knocked a sitrus berry over the side.

"In the second round, two coordinators battle to remove points from the opponent, usin' moves that fall into the contest categories." He snatched the sitrus berry out of the air.

The skwovet glared at Piers. Piers smirked at it before wiping the berry on his shirt. The pokemon chattered and hurried higher into the tree.

Leon frowned at Piers' interaction with the skwovet. Piers met his gaze, daring him to comment on it.

Leon cleared his throat. "That wasn't necessary."

"It was an accident."

Leon pursed his lips in doubt but didn't argue. Instead, he said, "So it's a battle, but it's an entertaining battle. I can do that."

Around a bite of berry, Piers shrugged, "It's a five-minute battle, but the point of the battle isn't to knock out your opponent with the first move. No one needs to faint. It's to show that your pokemon is better than theirs."

Piers half-expected Leon to go on about how no pokemon was better than another, instead, Leon stroked his chin in thought. Maybe Leon realized that a contest wouldn't be as fun as he thought and wanted to give up on the idea.

The branches above shook and the skwovet chattered. A leppa berry slammed into the ground near Piers' boot. The skwovet, arm loaded with unripe leppa berries, held up another. It threw it. Piers took a step to the side.

"Nice try," he mocked. The skwovet's fur bristled. It tossed down the rest of its armful and missed every time. With a huff, it stomped back towards its nest to rustle through its hoard.

"Alright. I think I can handle this," Leon said, moving into Piers' personal space and lifting his arm over Piers' head, "with your help."

Grinning, he stepped back then opened his fist to present an oran berry. The skwovet cried out in frustration. Piers rubbed the top of his head. He glanced up at the wild pokemon once more before walking away from the tree, with Leon in tow. It was best not to test his luck anymore. The skwovet might use a move on him and the last thing he wanted was to spend the night picking slobbery bullet seeds out of his hair.

The skwovet angrily chattered but seemed to give up. It hurried down the tree to gather its berries. Leon crouched to roll the oran berry over. The skwovet eyed him but snatched the berry up to shove into its cheeks anyway.

Piers raised an eyebrow. Maybe this training wouldn't be as bad as he thought.

----

The training area outside Spikemuth wasn't much, just a patch of barren earth that trainers from Spikemuth would come to battle when they didn't feel like using the gym. Currently, the only souls there were Piers and Leon. Since Marnie took over as gym leader, the younger trainers of the city moved their training back to the gym.

"They didn't want to come when you were the gym leader. They think you're scary," Marnie had explained. "Dunno why though. You're about as scary as a teddisuara."

Piers crossed his arms. "Do you know which pokemon you're goin' use? These are Hoenn rules, so you can only use one."

Leon tapped the pokeballs at his belt. "I'm not sure. I didn't think I could go in with Charizard, so I didn't bring him with me."

"Why not Charizard?"

"Everyone knows what my Charizard looks like," Leon explained. "And I don't think I can pretend not to be me if I use him."

Piers' brows furrowed. What in the world was he talking about?

Upon seeing Piers' expression, Leon chuckled to himself.

"I guess I forgot to tell you." He put his hands on his hips and set his feet a shoulder-width apart. "I'm going to do this contest in disguise."

The hope Piers just acquired vanished.

"You're what?"

"I'm going in disguise," He repeated. "I was the champion, and now I'm chairman. That would give me an unfair advantage, don't you think?"

Piers pinched the bridge of his nose. Of course, Leon would want to win on a level playing field. The Bellonean Ladies' Society would probably just give him the stupid hat if he promised to simply show up and bring more attention to the event. If he did that, Piers could have stayed at home and lazed about, but, noooo, Leon had to win his silly hat fair and square.

"How do you plan to do that?"

"Well, I hoped you could help me with that, too." Leon pointed to his face. "I've seen your stage makeup, and you're talented. I bet you could make me look like a different person."

Piers hated that he couldn't argue with that. Not long after he decided to follow his dream of being a punk star, one of the gym trainers offered to teach him the basics of cosmetics. Once he had the basics down, it only took a year of using his pokemon, friends, and Marnie as test subjects for him to perfect his art.

He could easily make Leon's face look different enough: soften his cheekbones, maybe a few freckles, pull his bangs back, color contacts, and glasses...Leon would look good in glasses, even if it meant hiding his natural eye color...

Piers shook his head. He hadn't agreed to anything but training for the contest. He was not giving Leon a makeover like they were preteens at a slumber party.

Leon pursed his lips. "It would be pointless if I won because of who I am. That wouldn't be fair to the other train—coordinators."

"No. Figure that out yourself."

Leon sighed, his shoulders slumped. He muttered under his breath, something Piers couldn't make out. Finally, he straightened and shrugged.

"You know, I have to approve the budgets for each gym provided by the league," he lifted one finger and wagged it as he continued, "and wouldn't it be nice if Spikemuth got a little extra in their budget so their new gym leader could fix up her gym stadium? I know the Spikemuth Chamber of Commerce can't always give too much to the gym, and it needs a few repairs."

Piers' mouth fell a gape. Did Leon just try to bribe him through his sister? He had to admit, he was impressed. It wasn't the best bribery offer he'd ever been given, but considering whom the offer came from and what Marnie would get in return, he decided to give in.

"Make sure the gym gets enough to replace the crumplin’ stadium walls, and I'll do it." Piers stuck out his hand.

Leon took the offered hand in his and shook once. "I knew you'd have a change of heart."

Piers yanked his hand back. "Change of heart my ass. Just send out your pokemon."

With a nod, Leon let out each of his pokemon in turn: Aegislash, Haxorus, Dragapult, Mr. Rime, Seismatoad, then Rhyperior. True to his word, he hadn't brought his ace pokemon with him. Like a well-oiled machine, they quickly lined up and turned their full attention to their trainer.

Pride rolled off Leon as he gazed at his team. Up until last year, this team was undefeated. Leon kept them at their best and even Piers could call that admirable.

"Alright everyone, listen here." Leon clapped his hands as if any of them didn't have their eyes on him. "Remember how I said we were going to enter a contest? Well, only one of you can enter it with me."

Leon's Mr. Rime leaned on his cane and Aegislash shifted his shield, though the other pokemon didn't react one way or another to the news.

"Contests aren't like normal battling. They're a performance." Leon gestured to Piers. "Piers is going to help pick the best one of you for the contest."

Piers snorted. "Oh, didn't I tell you? I'm not assessin' your team."

Leon's hand dropped to his side. He tilted his head.

"You're not?"

"No."

Piers took out the only pokeball he had on him. With a flick of the wrist, he released his own contest partner. The stench of rotten eggs filled the air. Everyone but Piers jerked back to cover their noses.

Skuntank shook himself out. He stretched his front paws forward then pulled the rest of his body up like a cat in a sunbeam. Piers crouched down and patted his partner between the ears.

"Skuntank here won nearly every contest he entered," Piers explained. "He knows more about them than even I do, I'd say. Even keeps track of the Sinnoh contests online. If anyone can give this team a proper assessment, it'll be him."

Skuntank lifted his head proudly then stomped forward. He stalked up, down, and around the line, eyeing each pokemon. He stopped in front of Haxorus, narrowed his eyes, and rumbled. Haxorus shuffled nervously. She looked to her team members then back at Skuntank. Siesmatoad shrugged, and Dragapult looked away.

Satisfied, Skuntank trotted back to Piers. He took a breath and stated something to the pokemon, loud and clear.

The other pokemon were taken aback. They muttered amongst themselves, all except Mr. Rime and Aegislash. With his chest puffed out, Mr. Rime strode forward. A moment later, Aegislash floated next to him. The rest of the team remained still.

"That's the two to choose from," Piers said. To the other members of Leon's team, he continued, "You can go over there. Take a rest why don't you?" He jabbed his thumb towards the grass at the side of the training area.

Without missing a beat, Dragapult floated away, soon followed by Siesmatoad, Haxorus, and Rhyperior.

Leon gasped. "That's amazing. How does Skuntank know?"

It wasn't as if Skuntank could smell contest talent on Mr. Rime and Aegislash. It just so happened that when Skuntank asked, Mr. Rime and Aegislash wanted to enter a contest. The rest weren't interested.

Ignoring Leon's question, Piers asked, "How do you want to decide between these two."

Leon blinked. "Isn't that what Skuntank is here for?"

With a thump, Skuntank flopped to the ground, paws under his chin, and shut his eyes.

"He's filled his quota." Piers said. "This is your job, Mr. Chairman."

Leon stroked his chin. He crouched down between his pokemon. Mr. Rime tapped his feet and spun his cane. Leon lifted his eyebrows at the impromptu performance. Not to be outdone, Aegislash held his shield up and spun it on the end of his arm. He tossed the shield then expertly caught it.

Mr. Rime danced backward. He spun in a circle, holding his cane up to the sky. From the tip of the cane, snow flurried around him, glittering like tiny diamonds.

Aegislash, upon seeing Leon's dazzled expression at Mr. Rime's performance, clanged his shield and blade together. With his trainer's attention back on him, Aegislash whipped his arm out. The shield rolled out on its side into the middle of the battle area. In the blink of an eye, Aegislash descended into his shadow. Using shadow sleek, he hurried in front of the shield.

Aegislash burst from the ground, large and dark. He whipped the shield up. the sun glinted off the polished metal. Contrasted against Aegislash's dark form, the shining shield appeared like a bright star in the night sky.

Leon's mouth fell a gape. "Wow, I didn't know you could do that, Aegislash."

Aegislash returned to his normal appearance and smugly shurgged. Mr. Rime stomped his foot in frustration. He put his fingers to his mouth and whistled for Leon to look at him. Once again, his cane spun. Around him, aurous panes of light screen appeared then frosted over. Mr. Rime stopped and raised his arms. The light screen panes shot up and burst like fireworks.

Aegislash bristled. His grip on his shield tightened and his single eye narrowed. Mr. Rime sneered at him as Leon carefully picked up the frozen light screen fragments to examine.

Piers clapped his hands once. "Don't you lot make this a battle." To Leon, he ordered, "You need to pick one."

Leon stood. "But they're both really talented."

From behind them, Skuntank snorted. Aegislash and Mr. Rime turned their glares from each other to the dark-type.

Piers agreed with Leon, even if his pokemon didn't, but leaving those two to keep one-upping each other wouldn't end well. Leon had to pick a partner for the contest, even if it would hurt someone's feelings.

Leon thought on his choice then slumped forward with a sigh. He rummaged in his pocket and held up a coin.

"I can't decide," he admitted. "Heads for Mr. Rime and tails for Aegislash."

He flicked the coin into the air. Like the oran berry before, he caught it from the air. With a hard smack that made the top of Pier's hand hurt, Leon slapped it on the top of his hand. Aegislash and Mr. Rime stood tense as Leon slowly lifted his hand.

"Heads."

Mr. Rime jumped up with joy. Aegislash dropped his shield to the ground with a thud. Leon reached out to comfort him, but Aegislash waved him away. Dragging his shield through the dirt, he trudged towards the other pokemon.

Skuntank lumbered back to his feet. He intercepted Aegislash. Skuntank rumbled at Aegislash. He silently mulled over what Skuntank said then lifted his shield from the ground.

In a voice like clashing metal, Aegislash yelled at Mr. Rime. Mr. Rime stumbled in his tap dancing, looking shocked at what his teammate said. Skuntank cackled, slapping the ground with his paw. With his mood improved considerably, Aegislash led Skuntank away to join the other pokemon.

----

Mr. Rime was a showman. Even with the occasional heckle from Skuntank, he and Leon managed to cobble together the start of an alright appeal round. After Piers finally admitted that the move categories meant shit all for the beginner contests, Leon decided to make use of what Mr. Rime already presented: sparkling snow and unique uses of psychic power.

Piers, for his part, offered critique when he saw a move that might be too showy or too dull, but mostly left Leon to his own devices. After all, Leon was the one entering, not him.

A thunderbolt tore through an icy column, shattering it. A glow of psychic power protected some of the ice from the heat. When the mist cleared, what remained was the carving of the Champion's logo.

Leon pumped his fist. "There we go!"

Skuntank muttered something to Aegislash, who replied in agreement. Though he hadn't been as loud in his criticism as Skuntank, Aegislash made snide remarks for every misstep.

Piers had more fun watching Skuntank and Aegislash than Leon and Mr. Rime, honestly.

As the heat both from the thunderbolts and the day wore on, Piers was thankful he choose to sit under the shade instead of directly interact with Leon.

Though on the field, he would have had a better view.

Every time Leon raised his shirt to wipe the sweat from his brow, Piers turned his attention towards him. Rehain once mentioned Leon weight trained and exercised to stay as fit as his team, and Piers could tell. He stared at the well-formed muscles usually hidden under Leon’s shirt several times before finally being caught.

“Is something wrong? Is this too much?” Leon gestured to Mr. Rime’s newest ice sculpture.

Piers made up a suggestion to save himself the embarrassment.

“It’s fine, but you’re rushin’. Slow down, if you know how to do that,” Piers replied, turning his head to hide his pink cheeks against his shoulder.

“Oh, alright.” Leon nodded. “Mr. Rime, take a few more seconds before calling down the thunderbolt!”

Stuntank chuckled and Piers sent him a glare.

“Shut up,” he hissed, earning another laugh from Stuntank.

Something pulled at Piers' sleeve. One of Dragapult's dreepy chewed on his jacket. When Piers acknowledged it, it flew in a circle trying to get him to play with it. It went to nip at the end of one of his ponytails.

Dragapult sighed and wrapped his tail around the dreepy to pull it back. He gave Piers an apologetic look.

The rest of Leon's team wasn't doing much better. They were bored out of their minds.

Siesmatoad ripped a clump of grass from the ground and tossed it in her mouth. Rhyperior and Haxorus took turns stabbing leaves through their horns or tusks, seeing who could make the biggest hole without tearing the leaf in half.

Before Leon and Mr. Rime could start again, Piers called, "That's enough for today."

He stood and put his hands on his lower back to stretch. Skuntank grumbled but got to his paws.

"Well, if you say so." Leon came over to the crowd of pokemon with Mr. Rime. "Everyone ready?"

Seismatoad spat out the grass clump, nearly hitting Rhyperior's foot. Dragapult cooed and the rest of his dreepy hoard hurried out of the tall grass. Aegislash refused to look at Mr. Rime, instead of staying close to Stuntank. Haxorus bent forward and pressed the button on her pokeball with her mouth scythe, returning herself.

When Leon took out Aegislash's ball, Piers put a hand on his wrist.

"Before you return him, can I ask you a favor?"

Leon raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"

"Aegislash and Skuntank seem to be havin' fun together. Do you think Aegislash could come back with me for tonight?" Piers asked. Skuntank stamped a foot and wheezed in approval.

Leon lowered Aegislash's pokeball. He bent down so he looked Aegislash in his singular eye.

"Do you want to have a slumber party with Skuntank at Spikemuth?" He spoke like a parent to a child. Mr. Rime snickered. Stuntank kicked sand at him with a short growl.

Piers pulled the bill of Leon's hat down over his eyes.

"Aegislash is probably older than both of us combined," he reminded. "Don't call it a slumber party."

Leon pushed his hat up and wrinkled his brow. Realization crossed his face.

"Ah." He asked Aegislash, "Do you want to have a date with Skuntank at Spikemuth?"

Piers went to pull Leon's hat clean off, but Aegislash took hold of the bill and pulled until it completely covered Leon's face with the bill touching his chin. He rolled his eye and shrugged towards Skuntank. Skuntank snickered and shook his head back in reply.

Leon laughed, taking the hat into his lap. "I'm joking. I'm joking. Sorry." He put a hand on Aegislash's shoulder. "Really, if you want to hang out with Skuntank for the night, you can." He smiled sincerely.

Aegislash paused, eyed his trainer, then seemed to sigh. He took the hat from Leon's hands and set it on his head. He patted his head, like a parent pacifying a child. Aegislash floated by him towards Skuntank.

-----

“Listen up.”

Piers whistled to the crowd of dark-type pokemon around the Spikemuth stadium. All heads turned towards him and the two pokemon by his side.

“This is Aegislash. He’s part of Chairman Leon’s team.” Piers nodded to Aegislash. “He’s visitin' for the night, so don’t be an asshole.”

He sent a pointed look at Malamar, who crossed his tentacles. Malamar only recently got out of trouble for scaring people around Spikemuth. Neither he nor Marnie needed Aegislash going back to Leon traumatized from Malamar's pranks.

The gym pokemon muttered and mumbled to themselves, eyeing Aegislash suspiciously.

Going well so far.

No one jumped to attack or called out an obscenity towards the new pokemon. Already it was going better when Raihan brought his pokemon over to play while he and Piers visited. Not one sucker punch to the back.

Marnie’s Grimsnarl picked up the toy ball and held it protectively. Both scrafty scooted to shield their tower of cards. Obstagoon took his nose out of a bag of crisps for a moment before shoving it right back in. Liepard yawned, purposely exposing her fangs, before laying her head on Toxicroak’s lap. Toxitricity peeked an eye open from his corner then continued strumming his chest. Morpeko jumped off the stage and scurried over to Aegislash and Skuntank.

She greeted them. Skuntank wheezed to her as Aegislash lifted his shield in a hello. Morpeko spoke with Aegislash a moment before turning to the rest of the pokemon. She took a deep breath and shouted to them her approval.

Malamar snorted but uncrossed his tentacles. Grimsnarl slowly took the ball back out. Neither scrafty moved from their hard work. Toxitricity waved idly. Liepard and Toxicroak and Obstagoon didn’t acknowledge the announcement, the former two napping and the latter still stuffing his maw.

Skuntank jerked his head towards Toxitricity's corner of the gym. Aegislash and Morpeko followed after. Grimsnarl and Malamar watched them closely.

Marnie took a bite of her hamburger. Around it, she asked, “Is that really Leon’s aegislash?”

Piers open the bag from Bob’s Your Uncle to dig out his order. “He is. He and Leon’s Mr. Rime got into a fight, and Aegislash wanted to be away.”

“So Leon asked you?” She swallowed.

Piers thought on his feet. “Dark and ghost types are pretty close when you get down to it. Born of night and the deepness of the soul and all that.”

“Shouldn’t he have asked Allister?”

Piers took a bite of his burger and slowly chewed. He swallowed and said, “Kid must have been busy. He’s still got school to go— just like you.” Piers smirked, leaning over. “And how’s that school work going, little sis?”

Marnie blushed. She huffed, snatched the bag from Piers, then marched to the stage at the other end of the stadium.

Even being a gym leader, Marnie still had to go to school like every other kid her age. Since she was still learning to juggle gym leader duties and school, Marnie fell behind in her classes and had to take extra lessons.

Piers had been the same when he took over the gym, but he usually skipped after-school lessons. She complained about the lessons often, and Piers offered an understanding ear.

He wasn’t above using this information against her, though.

With long strides, he followed his sister. He overtook her quickly. Holding his burger between his teeth, Piers hopped onto the stage and sat, his toes brushing the ground. Marnie walked up the steps to sit near him. She purposefully set the bag with their food on the side farthest away from Piers. He leaned across her to fish his chips out of the bag.

They sat in companionable silence, watching the pokemon as they ate their fast food.

When Marnie’s scrafty turned to open another pack of cards for their tower, Malamar raised a tentacle glowing in psychic power. With both scrafty backs to it, a card from the middle of the tower pulled itself out.

Piers’ scrafty gasped and tried to hold the wobbling tower together, but only managed to save the top two cards from falling. As the scrafty started to argue, Grimsnarl went to the wooden crate next to the stage. She sat her ball inside and began to dig through the pokemon toys until she found another ball. This ball was worn and patched up. She wandered over to Malamar to talk.

Skuntank, Toxtricity, and Aegislash lounged against one of the crumbling stadium walls as Morpeko chewed on a berry. They made friendly conversation until Grimsnarl and Malamar came over. Grimsnarl raised her ball.

Skuntank shrugged and spoke to Aegislash. Malamar sneered at Aegislash. Aegislash rolled his eye and pushed himself up. Skuntank slowly lumbered to his feet. Toxtricity shook his head. Morpeko tossed her berry up and caught it in her mouth before standing as well.

Piers nudged Marnie and pointed at the pokemon as they walked to the middle of the stadium.

Grimsnarl tossed the ball and hit it to Skuntank. Skuntank bopped it with his head. The ball dropped towards Aegislash. Aegislash raised an arm to hit it, but Malamar’s tentacle shot out and smacked the ball up. Aegislash snapped something at Malamar, who ignored him.

Piers chuckled to himself as the game of hot potato continued. Every time the ball neared Aegislash, Malamar or Grimsnarl made sure to hit it before he could. Of course, they were testing him. Being on the former champion’s team wasn’t enough to prove Aegislash worthy, even with Stuntank and Morpeko's approval.

Soon Aegislash had enough. When Malamar went to hit the ball for himself, Aegislash shadow sleeked behind him. He burst from the ground and slapped the ball towards Grimsnarl. The attack on her friend took Grimsnarl by surprise. She stumbled back trying to hit the ball but missed. For the first time since the game started, the ball bounced against the floor.

Skuntank cackled. Morpeko chased after the ball. Malamar stared at Aegislash, who held his ground.

Marnie started to push off the stage to break up the fight, but Piers put a hand out to stop her.

After a few tense heartbeats, Malamar coughed a laugh. He covered his beak and shook his head. Grimsnarl took the ball back from Morpeko. Seeing the newfound respect for Aegislash from Malamar, she went back over to the box to switch the worn, old ball, for a nicer ball with a pink and cream polka-dot pattern.

Marnie let out a breath. Piers tossed a chip in his mouth.

He knew things would work out well. Like his trainer, Aegislash was endearing in his determination.

He wondered what Leon was doing while the Spikemuth pokemon played. As late as it was, he was probably home, or maybe he was training with Mr. Rime for the contest. Piers could almost see him now working with Mr. Rime to pose in time with some pop song.

Leon worked hard for what he wanted. It's no wonder he became champ so young and held the title for nearly a decade. If Piers had that kind of drive, he wouldn’t have left Spikemuth fall into disrepair as he did.

He bet he could ask Leon to help him fix up Spikemuth, and not just the gym. The outside walls needed the myriad of penises and breasts painted over. He could do it, but it would be better with some company, particularly with company that had the energy of a sugar-high puppy. Enjoying the outside air, just talking and working—That would be fun. Piers would be willing to wake up early for that.

Piers reached into his chip container absentmindedly but found nothing but salt. He jerked out of his thoughts to see his last two chips disappear—one into Morpeko’s mouth and one into Marnie’s.

“The hell?” He held his hands out towards the empty container.

“Do you have a new girlfriend?” She asked bluntly.

Piers choked on his tongue. “What?” He shook his head. “No! Why would you think that?”

“A boyfriend? A non-binary friend?”

“No,” Piers assured. “I don’t have anyone.”

“Huh.” Marnie scratched Morpeko behind the ears. “You had that look on your face.”

“Look?” Piers’ stomach clenched as he asked, “What look?”

“That look.” Marnie pulled her pokemon to her lap. “The one you get before Morpeko and me find some gushy love song folded up on the living room floor. It happens every time.”

Piers’ ears grew hot. Twice, Marnie found his secret love songs twice. For that reason, he didn’t even write them on scrap paper anymore but in a nondescript notebook in his dresser drawer—which he hadn’t pulled out since he broke up with an ex gym trainer more than a year ago.

Morpeko stuck her tongue out in disgust at finding another love song. She clambered over Marnie’s arms to the chips container. Morpeko licked her paw, dabbed it in the leftover salt, and cleaned her paw before hopping off the stage to rejoin the game.

“I don’t have a look like that.”

“Yes, you do,” Marnie replied in a sing-song voice. “You get this far away look on your face and a little, tiny smile like you’re thinkin' of somethin’ soft. I only see it when you’re datin’ someone or,” her eyes widen in realization, “you gotta crush.”

Piers’ stomach unclenched and fell to his boots.

“You’ve got a crush, dotcha?” His little sister pried. “Who is it? Do they like you back? Can they like you back? Are they a trainer? What’s their pokemon team? Do you see them often?”

Piers' head spun, blurring the rest of Marnie’s inquiries.

No way. He was too old for crushes, for one thing. For two, if Marnie’s theory held any water, then his ‘crush’ would be Leon.

That wasn’t possible.

Sure, he admired Leon’s strength and his determination. His kindness towards pokemon and others was sweet if a little goody-two-shoes. He was much more clever than he first appeared. His athletic frame stole Piers' attention and he wouldn't mind leaning up against that strength-trained chest.

Oh. Arceus. No.

Piers’ face reddened as he cataloged his thoughts. He did have a crush. He had a crush on Leon. Leon was the Chairman of the League. Not only that, he was and still is the poster child for preppy, sporty trainers everywhere. Leon was the goal children were taught to chase if they wanted to compete.

Only the trainers from Team Yell ever wanted to be anything like Piers, a badass who sang to his own song, not the one society dictated.

Sponsors flocked to Leon like mothim to a flame for his perfect public persona.

Only the Spikemuth Chamber of Commerce ever sponsored Piers, and that’s only because they always sponsored the gym leader.

Leon was the light that the world idolized.

He was the darkness that fought back to prove to those that the shadows were protective and safe for people like him. He was a fierce dark-type trainer. He sang punk rock. He had a band of miscreants who would follow his every order.

He could not have a crush on Leon.

Yet, he did.

What if people found out? Arceus, if news got around he wanted some of Leon’s finely toned ass—

“Piers?” Marnie poked his cheek.

He jumped, losing his balance and tumbling off the stage.

At the thud of his fall, the pokemon stopped their game. Obstagoon tossed his crisps bag aside to barrel towards his trainer. He skidded to his knees, dramatically throwing his claws up and crying out as if Piers fell off a ten-story building.

Marnie hopped down. Crouching, she asked, “Did you break your face?”

Piers groaned loudly. “Dark void, open up and swallow me. I no longer want to live in this cruel world that would play my heart like a harp string and snap it with its sick, twisted irony.”

Once Piers went on with his dramatic monologue, the pokemon returned to their games, confident Piers was fine. Obstagoon patted the back of Piers’ head reassuringly.

Marnie crouched next to him. “Is the person you have a crush on that bad? Are they married or,” she lowered her voice, “old?”

“We’re the same age.” Piers didn’t lift his head from the ground. “He’s single as far as I know.”

Marnie poked his cheek. “So what’s the matter? Are you too scared to ask him out?”

“No. It’s worse than that.” Piers crawled into Obstagoon’s lap and leaned his back against the warm, somewhat smelly, fur. Obstagoon wrapped him in a hug. He’d seen his trainer confused and in a pansexual punk panic before. Piers needed all the comfort Obstagoon could give him.

Marnie tucked her legs under her and waited expectantly for Piers to clarify.

He sighed, slumping farther down Obstagoon’s lap. Obstagoon’s arm fur tickled his nose as he buried his face in it.

“I can’t ask him out,” Piers muttered. “He’s my opposite.”

“Opposite?” Marnie echoed.

“Opposite,” Piers repeated. He paused, then said, “I’m punk. He does ballet. What more can I say?”

Her brows furrowed. She opened her mouth, then shut it, opened, shut, then tilted her head with one eyebrow raised.

"He dances?”

Piers rolled his head away. “You kids have no culture.” He sighed. “He’s the kind of person every kid wants to be like. I’m the kind of person kids stop comin’ to community gyms to train because of.”

Marnie hit her fist into her palm. “Oh, I get it. You don’t want to drag down his rep ‘cause people think you’re a lazy delinquent.”

“Hey!” Piers bolted up, right into Obstagoon’s hanging tongue. He wiped the slobber off his forehead with his forearm. He jabbed a finger at Marnie.

“It’s the other way around. He’d pull mine up from a mysterious, cool rebel rocker.”

He cringed at himself. Out loud it sounded childish. What was he, a schoolboy?

Piers flopped back against Obstagoon, grabbed Obstagoon’s arm, and dropped it over his face.

“Suffocate me. Please. I need to die to escape this torment.”

With a humph, Marnie wrapped her arms around Obstagoon’s thick forearm and lifted. She looked down at her brother with a frown.

“That’s it?” She shook her head. “That’s sad.”

“You’re a kid. You don’t understand.” Piers countered, trying to pull Obstagoon’s arm back over his face.

Marnie wrinkled her nose and tugged against Piers’ attempts.

“I am not.” She dug her feet into the ground. “It is sad. If you’re a ‘mysterious, cool, rebel rocker,’ why should you care what anyone thinks?”

Piers dropped his hands to his lap.

Without the opposing force against her, Marnie fell backward, still clinging to Obstagoon’s arm. Instead of letting her fall, Obstagoon lifted his arm, leaving her hanging off the ground. He carefully lowered her, but she kept his arm pressed against her chest.

Piers pushed himself up to his feet. He patted the back of his shirt, throwing black and white fur into the air. Without a word, he headed to the stage and picked up the trash from their food.

“Piers?” Marnie hugged Obstagoon’s arm to her chest. “Are you ok? I didn’t break you, did I?”

Piers turned. “Yeah. Just fine.” He walked back, bag in hand. A smile spread across his face as he reached up and ruffled her hair.

“You’re right. I was being the opposite of cool.” He admitted, prying her hands off Obstagoon's arm. “Thanks for reminding me.”

Marnie was right. He was the cool, fierce master of dark-type pokemon. He became one of the strongest trainers in all of Galar without resorting to Dynamax in a pinch.

Why the hell should he give a flying ratata’s ass about what other people think about who he wants to make out with?

He still didn’t want people knowing about his contest days. The stereotype of elitist snob coordinators still hung too closely to contests. The attraction could excuse Leon, but he didn't have a good enough excuse for dressing skuntank in a tophat and glittery, purple bow tie when he was still a stunky yet. Maybe if the contest scene grew a little, he could try again, but until then best keeping that particular secret under wraps.

Marnie shrugged, aloof. “It’s whatever. Someone needs to help you keep your head spun the right way around. I'm the only one qualified for it.”

“What would I do without you?” Piers chuckled.

“Die, probably,” Marnie replied. “So can you ask this guy out? Does he like you at all?”

Piers shrugged.

He didn’t know if Leon liked men. As far as he could remember, Leon never dated anyone of any gender. Leon had always been laser-focused on training and being the strongest trainer in Galar.

But if he did like men, would he be interested in Piers? He didn't know, but given how much time they’d be spending together training for the contest, maybe he could figure it out.

Marnie, her ponytails somewhat righted, asked, “If you need help, Gloria and me could—”

“I’d rather step on a pincurchin,” Piers cut her off, crushed the paper bag into a ball, and tossed it to the side. It bounced and went right through Scrafty's new card tower.

"Sorry," he apologized.

Scrarfy sobbed and slumped back. Marnie’s scrafty looked towards him then sighed. She walked around and helped him pick up the cards, their friendship restored.

“I’ll tell you if I find out anything.” He pointed at the hot potato game still ongoing with his thumb. “Right now, though, you and me don’t need boys when we can play with the best pokemon in the Galar region, though.” To Grimsnarl, he shouted, "Oi, toss it to me!"

Marnie giggled as Piers took her wrist and led her towards the game.

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AN: Shout out to my friend Sara for the help with this! You da best!!! ^-^)/ Next chapter should be next week? I'll probably post to A03 first though if you want less of a wait.

Also feel free to follow my art blog @uas-art if you enjoyed the chapter art.

#fanfiction #dnnz #gym leader piers #Champion Leon #piersxleon #multi chapter

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6rookie-writer0110 · 4 years ago

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Hey let's make pluto a planet again

Male Reader x Dick Grayson

Request - Hi love you work I want to know if you can do a Dick Grayson x male reader where the reader is a secretly a Pokemon trainer and Dick the reader boyfriend found him training with his Pokemon Pikachu and Eevee. Then Dick wants to learn more about Pokemon and Pokemon battles so the reader help him to catch a Pokemon and taught him how to battle. If you can't do it ok but I hope you have a lovely day 👉🏾👈🏾❤️🧡💛💙💜

You have been dating Dick Grayson for three years now. Sometimes there are moments when you and Dick argue, but eventually work out the problem. But Dick doesn't know that you are a Pokemon trainer and you don't know how to tell him. You just don't know how his reaction will be either good or bad, you overthink so many times that you chicken out to tell him.

Before going home, you stopped by the Pokemon bakery shop. You opened the door and the bell rang.

”Y/N! How is it going? I thought I would have to call Officer Jenny to find you” Brock said.

Brock used to be the Gym Leader of the Pewter Gym. You and Brock laughed. He owns the bakery shop and he makes pastries for humans and Pokemon. You and Brock have been friends for a long time. His Vulpix comes and gets on the counter and you start to pet her.

”Sorry, I haven't been around a lot. I was in Gotham City, visiting my boyfriend” You said.

”Oh, that's why you haven't been around. So, Y/N I made fresh cookies, jelly donuts, Stew, and rice balls. How are Pikachu and Eevee doing?” Brock said.

”They are doing fine. I want to bring them dinner and snacks for them” You said.

”I missed them and I'm happy to see you again. But Y/N, don't be a stranger. So, what will you want to get?” Brock said.

”I promise I will come by more often and we should make a Pokemon play date for them,” You said.

”Good,” Brock said.

You told Brock what you wanted to get. You went home once opening the door, Eevee, and Pikachu ran to you.

”Hey guys!!” You cheerfully said.

They are really happy to see you. You put the bags on the counter then Pikachu and Eevee jumped on you. You hold them and pet them, they can't stop smiling.

”Pika Pika,” Pikachu said.

”Eve... Eevee!” Eevee said.

”Yes. I did bring food and sweets, but first, we will have dinner” You said to them.

You take out the food and bowls, you serve them the food. They love to eat dinner and watch tv with you.

You took a shower and you bathe them. They have their own beds, but they rather sleep on your other pillow.

--/--

You take Pikachu and Eevee to the park. Dick wants to see you, but he doesn't know what apartment you live in. He has never been to your place because you have Pokemon merchandise. He went back to see his car and he was about to call you but he sees you. He followed you to the park, he was going to say your name but he noticed you took something off your belt.

You threw your Poké Balls, Eevee and Pikachu came out. Dick kept watching and he has no idea what they are.

”Okay, today we will train to get strong, and later we will go see Brock,” You said.

They are happy what you said. You start to train them, Dick stepped on a stick. Pikachu and Eevee glare at Dick and they are ready to attack him.

”Dick?” You said.

”Hey, Y/N. What are they?” Dick said.

”He is my boyfriend don't attack him,” You said.

They listened to you and Dick walked closer.

”They are my Pokemon and I'm a... Pokemon trainer” You said.

”What is a Pokemon? They won't bite me?” Dick said.

”Not unless I tell them too. That is Pikachu the yellow one and that is Eevee. There are other people like me and there are over three hundred kinds of Pokemon. Some people are gym leaders, we use Pokemon and if we win then we get the gym badges, we live along with Pokemon. But there are people who use Pokemon for evil-”

”That is too much information. Saying Pokemon sounds strange. Who is Brock?” Dick said.

”Brock is a friend and he has Pokemon too. Are you mad that I didn't tell you?” You said.

”Yeah. Why you didn't tell me?” Dick said.

”I wasn't sure how you were going to react to it. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I'm really sorry” You said.

”Y/N, for now on, don't keep secrets from me. I am mad that you didn't tell me, but I will let you make it up to me” Dick said.

He smiled and you gave him a small smile.

”Okay, I will make it up to you. First, I will show you where I live” You said.

✯ ✫ ✬ ✯

You take him to your apartment for the first time, Pikachu and Eevee like him. You have some Pokemon posters, action figures, pillows, and shirts. You take out the biscuits for Pikachu and Eevee then gave it to Dick.

”Feed them the biscuits. It will help you create a bond with them” You said.

”Oh okay,” Dick said.

A first he was shy about it but they take the biscuits and eat it.

”I want to learn more about Pokemon,” Dick said.

”I will be happy to teach you about it,” You said.

You and Dick sit on the couch and you take out your Kalos Pokédex. You explain to him there are different kinds of Pokédex and show him how to use it. He tries to use it but he is struggling with it. Next, you showed him the different types of PokéBalls and it's a lot.

”Babe, I want to catch my first Pokemon,” Dick said.

” It's late. Tomorrow we will wake up early and find your first Pokemon. Do you want to stay the night?” You said.

”Yeah, I will stay,” Dick said.

You gave him your shirt which says welcome to Pallet Town. You and Dick lie in bed together and he pulls you closer to him.

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Next day, you take Dick and your Pokemon to see Brock. Brock is very happy to meet your boyfriend and Dick tried Brock’s food and he loves it. Later, you take Dick to the Poke shop to buy Poké Balls but had to explain to him again, why all of them look different. He picked Quick Balls and he is happy about it.

”So, you are not really from Metropolis?” Dick asked.

”No. I'm really from Ecruteak City is a city in the north-western part of the Johto region. I have been to Metropolis for vacation” You said.

”Next time, we should go to Ecruteak City,” Dick said.

You smiled.

”We can do that,” You said.

Eevee and Pikachu start to play together at the park. Dick screamed when he saw a bug Pokemon named; Durant.

” It's a big/steel Pokemon,” You said.

”A what!?” Dick said out loud.

You take out your Poke dex and it says;

”Durant is a dual-type Bug/Steel Pokémon. It is not known to evolve into or from any other Pokémon” Pokédex stated.

”Oh, I thought it a monster ant,” Dick said.

”So, bug Pokemon might not your first choice,” You said.

He agreed. While holding hands and walking around, Pikachu got on Dick’s shoulder and you took a picture of them. He is like a little kid, he got excited for seeing different types of Pokemon. You had to take out your Pokédex many times.

---/--

You set up the blanket while Dick takes out the food.

”Brock makes the best food ever!! I would go to his shop every day” Dick said.

”Eevee and Pikachu love his food too. Any thought what kind of Pokemon you want?” You said.

”To be honest, I don't know. I'm overthinking what should be my first Pokemon” Dick said.

He starts to feed Eevee and Pikachu. Then you and Dick start to eat the rice balls. Bulbasaur starts to smell the food, he starts to walk towards you and Dick. He used his vine whip to take Dick’s rice ball.

”Hey! Woah... What is that” Dick said.

You take out your Pokédex...

”Bulbasaur can be seen napping in bright sunlight. There is a seed on its back. By soaking up the sun's rays, the seed grows progressively larger” Pokédex said.

”You should catch it,” You said.

You give him the Quick Balls and he throws it. On the first try, he escaped.

”Try again. Usually, you have to make the Pokemon weak in order to capture it” You said.

”I don't know how to make him weak. I will try again” Dick said.

On the third try, he finally caught Bulbasaur. You and Dick start to celebrate then he kissed you.

”How do I bring him out?” Dick said.

”Throw the ball like this,” You said.

You throw your Pokeball and Dick copied your move and Bulbasaur comes out. He starts to pet Bulbasaur and they are getting along. Pikachu and Eevee became friends with Bulbasaur.

While walking around the park, you and Dick see Pokemon trainers fighting. It's Primeape vs Hitmonlee.

”Y/N, will you help me and Bulbasaur train?” Dick asked.

”Yeah sure. Now I have to explain gym battles and gym badges” You said.

”Awesome” Dick said and smiled.

✯ ✫ ✬ ✯

At you had to write down Bulbasaur’s attack moves for Dick to memorize it.

Dick is a fast learner when it came to battles. He loves Bulbasaur and they make a good team and Dick even bought a The Official Pokémon Encyclopedia book. He reads it every day and you had to explain what are evolution stones. Also, you had to explain why Eevee has so many evolution stones.

”Guys, let's go see Brock and get some sweets!” Dick said to Bulbasaur, Eevee, and Pikachu.

They cheered and they run towards the door. Pikachu and Eevee are always spoiled because of Dick.

At the shop, you look around and Brock came out.

”Hey Brock, I need a special cake because it's my anniversary with Y/N,” Dick said.

”That is great! I just made fresh strawberry and Carmel cake. I can write something on top” Brock said.

He showed the cake to Dick.

”That's perfect. Also, I want to get them treats” Dick said.

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It started to rain hard and you got soaked. Dick is on the couch cuddling with Bulbasaur, Pikachu, and Eevee. You walked in and they see you are soaked. Dick got up and grabbed the towel and wrapped it around you. He gave you a peck on the lips.

”Go get changed but first take a hot shower and I will set up dinner,” Dick said.

”I’m starving and I'm happy to be home,” You said.

Dick kissed you again.

---

Dick surprised you with the anniversary cake ad you can't stop smiling. Pikachu is on your shoulder and Eevee is on your lap.

”Happy anniversary, Y/N,” Dick said

”Happy anniversary, babe,” You said.

It got colder and you put on Dick’s hoodie then cuddle with him on the couch. Eevee is on your lap and you start to pet Eevee, while Pikachu and Bulbasaur are eating. Dick kissed your head and you smiled

#titans imagine #dick grayson x male reader #dick grayson imagine #Dick Grayson x reader #x male reader #pokemon imagine

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scripttorture · 4 years ago

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My question is basically: in the scenario I describe, do you think I should go with or without torture as a referenced thing that happened? The situation is this- my character’s father has been dead for seven years, but I thought that what if, instead of being killed by the monster he was faced with at the time, he was injured by it and then captured by a group of bad guys. This is set in the Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild universe and the bad guys in question are the Yiga Clan, (1/9)

who alternate between a comical and threatening presence in the game. They are presented as a tribe of assassins, but the reason why they decide to take my character’s father alive is that they saw him using a rare kind of magic and either want him to teach it to them or want to get him to use it for them. (It’s hereditary so he can’t teach it to anyone but his daughter, but they don’t know that and he will neglect to inform them that anyone else has the same abilities.) (2/9) Most likely they want him to do something with his magic when their idol (Ganon, The Big Bad) returns or possibly something that they think would help him return. Where the question of torture comes in is, I need him to still be alive and capable of going with an escape attempt after seven years. So, whether or not they get the notion to try torturing at any point, it obviously can’t be super regular or prolonged over this period. I thought maybe one or two incidents toward the beginning (3/9) of his captivity, which were ordered to stop when they realized they would have to keep him alive for an undetermined amount of time and that’s easier when you aren’t treating extra injuries, but I’m not sure that would really add anything other than acknowledging the fact that someone in there probably got the notion to go “hey if he won’t teach us that magic what if we punch him and ask again” and may not have been turned down. Or they may have, (4/9) or they may not have brought it up at all because the Leader didn’t ask them to. Alternately, I could lean into their comical side and say that, while they got the idea to try “torturing” they don’t actually know how to do that. They’re assassins, they usually just kill, they don’t really know what to do with prisoners, it’s been a long time since they split off from another group that may have known torture techniques in the service of the now-destroyed kingdom. In which case it would be (5/9) things like “ohoho what if we give him his food... WITHOUT ANY bananas? he’ll be MISERABLE” (they are obsessed with bananas) played for a weird kind of humor. On the other hand I don’t want to imply that if they’d tried “REAL” torture it might have worked. Possibly the punching and asking again was tried once toward the beginning, then the comical “no bananas” one was tried later and neither one accomplished anything? I don’t want to say he spent seven years underground (6/9) surrounded by a comical murderous weirdo cult and “nothing really happened” in that time until his rescue but I don’t want to shoe in something like Actual Torture Attempts when it isn’t necessary. I could fill his time with escape attempts and/or trying to get information. Final thing: his daughter is going to break him out with the help of the Hero and a friend who defected from the Yiga Clan. This friend’s mother is going to take leadership of the clan but is meant to reform somewhat. (7/9) My character (the one whose father is imprisoned) could funnel her anger at his imprisonment towards the previous leader but if she finds out he was tortured (or weird attempts were made at it) she could have more trouble coming to a grudging, still pretty angry acceptance that her friend’s mother exists and is the way she is and probably shouldn’t be magically lit on fire. Or she could compartmentalize and say the friend’s mother never ordered anything like that, or may have even (8/9) turned a blind eye to her father’s final escape. This was a lot of detail but again the main questions are: does that seem like torture attempts would add or detract, and would it be in poor taste to include something like the “no bananas” scene? (9/9)

While I’d never played a Zelda game when I got this ask I am now one of Those People who got a switch in response to not being able to go outside. (They had pokemon, I was weak). And I’ve put a lot of hours into Breath of the Wild since. It’s a beautifully realised setting and I can see the appeal of writing something set in that world.

Humour is a very subjective thing. Whatever we do there are always going to be people that the jokes don’t land for. I’ve (mostly) got positive responses to my humour but I have had incidents both here and on my AO3 page where people took exception to it. And that’s a lot more likely to happen when we’re dealing with serious topics.

That said, I do think that we need humour about the things that scare us. There’s nothing quite as potent and satisfying as making our fears ridiculous.

If you’re considering using humour in a torture/kidnap/POW situation (whatever you decide re torture the story definitely contains some of these elements) then the main thing to consider is this: what are we actually laughing at?

This kind of humour is mostly likely to backfire or be outright hurtful when it can be interpreted as laughing at the victims. Or at the existence of traumatic events. And it’s most likely to work consistently when it’s aimed at the abusers.

From the way you’ve described this it sounds like the joke is on the Yiga clan. As it is in the game itself. (I have enjoyed the assassination attempts by enraged ‘banana salesmen’.) If you wanted to continue the pattern the game set I think a lot of fellow fans would enjoy this humour.

But the main question here is about when we should use torture in a story. And how we judge whether it’s adding anything.

Personally I start by thinking about the tone and themes of the story. The kind of atmosphere I want to capture and kinds of character interactions I want to write.

Then I try to think through the impact torture would have on the narrative in terms of knock on effects. So, symptoms in victims/survivors, witnesses and torturers but also effects on culture, community and organisations.

It would probably be easiest for me to break this down with an example or two.

I’ve talked briefly about both of these stories before. One of them takes place about two decades after a military coup ousted an absolute monarchy. Ilāra, one of the major characters, was embedded in the old regime and tortured people. They were also tortured by the regime and helped make the coup successful.

And part of the impact torture has on the story is in Ilāra's symptoms. But it’s also in the way other characters relate to them. Normal people are afraid of them or disgusted/enraged at the sight of them. They’re ostracised by their own community and treated with contempt by their military superiors.

One of the major themes running through the story is the question of how we deal with people we love when they’ve done horrific things. And how countries, cultures, move on from atrocities.

Most of the major characters aren’t Ilāra's generation, they’re the kids who came afterwards. The people who just about remember the Revolt but grew up in a world without the monarchy. They’re navigating a legacy of blood and bitterness, things that aren’t their fault but nevertheless have shaped the world they live in.

Part of it is about how the children Ilāra helped raise respond to this personal (and national) history. How they try to square the fact that this person was good (and in some ways defining) for them, while being monstrous to others.

I felt that torture would add to this story because the point of it is those fault lines. In society at large and in personal relationships. It’s about exploring how we try to bridge or heal those fault lines and how, sometimes, we make them deeper.

Torture (and indeed the other atrocities that are part of the country’s legacy) serve to raise the stakes. They deepen that initial emotional trench between the characters. And they also… Pull the camera back I suppose? The story may be about a single family but it isn’t an individual story. It’s about how larger patterns of abuse effect everyone in a society. Torture serves to make it about the culture, the country, instead of just the individuals within it.

There are similar ideas in the other story I’m working on, societal divides and how we bridge them, but I think there’s a slightly different focus.

Both of these stories are fantasy stories, but while Ilāra's story is in a sort of circa 1900s past Kibwe’s is in the future. It’s extrapolating the political oppression and systems from the places I’m interested in (in this case India, the Philippines, Kenya and Nigeria.)

The story takes place across generations starting when Kibwe was a teenager but continuing to his daughter’s formative years and into his children becoming independent adults.

And there’s torture in this story because the entire family is involved in politics. Because I grew up knowing that the natural consequence of acting for major political reform/justice was arrest and torture.

The story is about trying to change unjust systems and generational violence. It’s also about the unhealthy ways people can engage in activism, putting the theoretical good of the community above their health and their families/friends.

I didn’t really have to think about including torture in any depth, it was a natural fit. In fact I’m not sure I could talk about politics in any meaningful way without talking about torture.

So some more specific questions that might help with your story. Is the structure of the Yiga clan important to the story? Is the effect they have on society at large important to the story? Is this primarily an individual/personal story or one with a wider focus?

There aren’t ‘wrong’ answers to those questions, it’s about what you want to write.

Do you want a more personal focus with the relationships between the major characters being more important then the world at large? I think of this as a character focused (as opposed to a character driven) story.

For instance in the Lord of the Rings trilogy while we care about every member of the fellowship the important thing throughout, the focus, is the destruction of the ring and the systems that are harming all of Middle Earth. By contrast in Howl’s Moving Castle we care about the war and the fate of the missing Prince, but the important thing is what happens to the girls from the hat shop.

Both of these approaches to a story can include torture in a meaningful way. It can add to both kinds of stories. But it’s generally adding different things.

In a character focused story (with the kind of plot you’re writing) torture is mostly adding a sudden change to all of the relationships a character has. There might be focus on symptoms, a recovery arc, character development etc but the first and most obvious thing it’s adding is a major change to how these characters interact.

In a story that’s more focused on the big picture of the world torture can add world building elements and it can be used to map out divisions and allegiances in the societies you write.

Part of the reason I’m making this distinction is that in this scenario you can very easily tell a character focused story with trauma-recovery and not have torture. Kidnap and seven years imprisonment is enough to be traumatising.

That doesn’t mean torture couldn’t/wouldn’t add anything to that story. But it might not be necessary for the story you want to tell and the focus you want it to have.

On the other hand if this is primarily a broader story about communities and cultures growing and changing, the decision of whether or not to include torture has much more potential to direct the plot. It could create opposition to reforming the Yiga clan, both inside the clan (wanting to stick with how things are) and outside it (with people wanting it utterly destroyed).

Different factions and cultures might band together on the basis of shared opposition to the Yiga clan. And the clan’s reformation could effect those allegiances.

There could also be knock on effects based on where the clan operates: cultures that have been targetted by them in the past might not want this new ‘reformed’ (and more obvious) Yiga clan on their lands. And that in turn could stir up trouble within the clan because hey they’ve been here for generations it’s their home too!

There are lots of ways torture could add to this plot and these characters. It could also feed in to broader themes.

For instance the main character and her father haven’t seen each other for seven years. The difference between how we remember or idolise someone and the way they actually are is a theme you could add to here. The Yiga clan is going to end up reformed: what does it take for people to accept that reformation and forgive? The main character is friends with a former Yiga assassin: how do we process the fact people we care about might have hurt others?

That isn’t an exhaustive list, I’m just throwing out ideas to see if anything interests you.

In terms of timing and character being physically able to escape I think you’re already hit on a pretty good idea.

Torturers don’t tend to stop when ordered to. Part of the reason a lot of organisations reject torturers is because they… tend to disobey orders. A lot.

So if you wanted to write a scenario where this character is initially tortured and then held for a much longer time without torture the realistic way to do that is to have the character transferred from the ‘care’ of one group of Yigas to another. Torturers tend to exist in groups as sub-cultures within larger organisations. Which means that their presence in an organisation does not necessarily indicate that everyone in the organisation supports/carries out torture.

You could even have the Yiga’s take a (perhaps half-hearted) anti-torture stance and have them punish the torturers.

Wrapping up, the decision of whether or not to include torture is up to you. I can see ways it could add to your story but the points and themes I’ve spoken about might not be things you’re interested in.

Just because an element could add to a story doesn’t necessarily mean it’s adding something you want. There’s nothing wrong with deciding that an element doesn’t interest you, takes the story in a direction you like less or causes more stress then you want as you write it.

Ultimately the question is whether you want to write torture. And there’s no wrong answer to that question.

I hope that helps. :)

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alternate-pokemon-next-gen · 4 years ago

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Ketchum Family Trivia

Ash’s Trivia

~Ash had spent a lot of his time with Pokemon more than people due to other kids bullying him.

~Ash hadn’t met his first human friend until he was six where he met Anabel.

~Ash and Anabel became very close since both of them could understand Pokemon and grew close to each other.

~Ash had met Serena a little after meeting Anabel, the three of them were close friends.

~When they met up again in Kalos, Ash became a wingman for Serena when he found out about her crush on Aria.

~Ash had gotten attacked by his main bullies and ended up being put in the hospital for a few weeks.

~Ash didn’t encounter Team Rocket due to the fact that Team Rocket was disbanded by his father Red and Red’s friends Blue, Green and Yellow and the revival of Team Rocket was stopped by Gold, Silver and Crystal.

~Ash was childhood friends with Gold and Crystal’s younger siblings Jimmy and Marina.

~Ash loved music ever since he was a baby as his parents would sing to him or play music for him when he was a newborn.

~It’s because of that, Ash is an incredible singer and his aura abilities are connected to his love of music.

~Ash didn’t meet or travel with Brock, Misty, May, Max, Dawn, Cilan, Iris, Serena, Clemont and Bonnie. He traveled with Gold, Silver and Crystal in Kanto, Orange Islands and Johto. Silver and Crystal in Hoenn. Silver, Anabel and Molly in Sinnoh, Unova and Kalos.

~Ash had befriended Jessie, James and Meowth due to them not being part of Team Rocket due to it disbanding before they could join. As such they’re all good friends.

~Ash was going to turn down the offer to be a Frontier Brain when Brandon offered, but when he realized that he could be closer to Anabel he agreed to be a Frontier Brain.

~When Ash met Anabel again and she offered to have him and his family come to her house, he happily agreed and when Silver asked about his battle Ash had simply said “Screw the battle!”

~Ash is a big fan of idols and Pokemon performers, a love that had passed to his older son Lazarus.

~When Ash was little, he could use his aura to read another person’s aura which helped him point out scammers, criminals and con artists who were pretending to be good people.

~Ash could also track someone’s aura so long as he’s seen and analyzed them before.

~Ash was known to befriend all kinds of wild Pokemon, he was so close to them that if he was in trouble wild Pokemon would help him even if they never met him before.

Anabel’s Trivia:

~Anabel used to live in Hoenn before she moved to Kanto.

~After moving to Kanto, Anabel would pretend to be a boy due to other kids from Hoenn saying she couldn’t be a Frontier Brain if she wasn’t an attractive girl.

~When she befriended Ash, she told him that she was a girl but Ash already knew and didn’t care that she was a girl.

~Anabel had befriended Serena around the same time they met.

~Anabel was slightly worried that Serena would try to be with Ash when they were older, but she was reassured by Serena that she wasn’t going to take Ash from her.

~After meeting Ash, she grew out her hair and stopped pretending to be a boy, saying that she’ll become a Frontier Brain because she has someone who believes in her and she wants to battle him one day.

~When she heard Ash was put in the hospital she visited him everyday, sadly he was either unconscious when she visited or so loopy from pain killers that he didn’t know who she was while she was there. She didn’t mind and stayed by his side for as long as she could.

~Anabel has psychic abilities that she’ll only use for emergencies or to help Ash when his aura isn’t enough.

~Anabel enjoys listening to Ash sing and enjoys singing with him.

Silver’s Trivia:

~Silver was childhood friends with Gold and Crystal, he teamed up with them to stop the revival of Team Rocket.

~Despite being Giovanni’s son, he completely rejects any notion of being related to Giovanni. To Silver, Red is the only father he has.

~Silver doesn’t have the same interest in singing as Ash does but he is a good singer when no one is looking.

~Silver was deeply upset when he got word that Ash was put in the hospital and wanted to beat up the bullies who did that to his little brother, but wild Pokemon beat him to it, which amused him.

~Silver always had a crush on Crystal and got annoyed when Gold or any other guy would flirt with her, even if they weren’t dating at the time.

~Before Ash was born, Silver made a promise to Red to always protect his younger brother or sister and keep an eye on them. He always feels horrible when something bad happens to Ash and he either couldn’t stop it from happening or wasn’t there to protect him.

~Silver has a Kyoto accent that comes out when he’s really angry, he always hates it when it pops up.

Crystal’s Trivia:

~When Crystal’s arms were broken when she was little, Silver was there to help her heal even though he had no idea how to help. She appreciated the gesture which is what made her develop a crush on him.

~Even after that day, she felt weak and unworthy of being near him and vowed to never be in that situation again

~Crystal still works with children when she isn’t being a professor’s assistant.

~Crystal finds Ash to be cute and often calls him ‘sweetie’ out of affection.

~Crystal is close to her younger sister Marina and always supported her relationship with Jimmy and Vincent.

~Crystal enjoys cooking and is very good at it, being the cook of the group (and kicking Gold when he would make a sexist comment about when she was cooking)

~Crystal would later teach Ash how to cook when he was older and she enjoyed teaching him how to cook.

Lazarus’ Trivia:

~Lazarus has a great singing voice like Ash, but he sucks at dancing.

~Lazarus has a huge love for anything dealing with stage performances, which is one reason why he really likes Ariel.

~Lazarus is aware of Ariel’s crush on him and does like her back, he just wants to wait for the right moment to confess his feelings to her.

~Lazarus does have a Pikachu as part of the Ketchum family tradition, his Pikachu is just more of a companion and acts as the Battle Frontier mascot.

~Lazarus’ dream is to create a new kind of Battle Frontier that matches that of the Pokemon gyms and the Elite Four.

~Lazarus is just as reckless as Ash was and Ash can’t even scold him for being reckless without sounding like a hypocrite.

~Lazarus’ battle style is similar to his father’s he plays to his Pokemon strengths and uses his quick thinking skills to create unique counters.

~Lazarus didn’t go to school or daycare when he was younger, preferring to just learn from experience than in school.

~Lazarus’ favorite color is white, he doesn’t know why.

~Lazarus’ favorite food is pancakes and his favorite drink is orange juice.

Chetari’s Trivia:

~The main reason why Chetari was adopted by Ash was because he heard her sing and he has a weakness for anyone who can sing.

~Chetari’s Jigglypuff is the son of the Jigglypuff that would draw on someone’s face if they fell asleep after she was done singing.

~The reason why Chetari has a rapping Swablu was simply because the idea sounded funny.

~Chetari studies human health as well as Pokemon health, someone has to make sure her adopted brother doesn’t hurt himself too badly.

~Chetari’s off color Gallade was based off of a idea me and unknownwolf1996 had where Chetari caught a Kirlia that was the same color as a character from Danganronpa, Kiibo the Kirlia then became a bit of a running gag.

~Chetari has a Zorua because that’s her signature Pokemon no matter what.

~Chetari has a Vaporeon both because I felt she needed an Eeveelution and because Vaporeon wasn’t taken by anyone yet.

~Wanted to replace Draco with Nuzleaf because it would be more fun that way.

~Chetari also has a Pikachu but like Lazarus’ Pikachu, she’s a companion.

~Chetari’s favorite food is pork buns and her favorite drink is tea.

Jewel’s Trivia:

~Jewel loves being with kids and is always happy to catch a Pokemon for them.

~Jewel often has to scold her cousin Lazarus for when he does something reckless.

~Jewel is a very good artist and photographer, she also enjoys scrap booking and is very good at it.

~Jewel is an amazing dancer, but she isn’t the best at singing.

~Jewel had went to school when she was younger before she applied as an assistant for Professor Cerise.

~Jewel knows her younger sister is afraid of Pokemon and often tries to get her used to Pokemon she catches, sometimes it works.

~Jewel is happy to provide Pokemon to help her cousin’s dream.

~Jewel always ties her hair in a bun or in a ponytail when she’s flying to avoid having her hair in her face and when she’s in the field so her hair doesn’t get in the way.

~Jewel also has an outfit for field work she wears as she doesn’t want to get her kimono dirty or ripped.

~Jewel’s team is built for capturing Pokemon similar to Crystal’s team with Meganium being her land transportation, Pidgeot being air transportation, Gothia using Mean Look to prevent Pokemon from escaping, Hitmonlee to be a battler for stronger Pokemon, Foongus to make Pokemon easier to catch with status effects and Pawniard to use False Swipe.

~Jewel was given Hitmonlee as a opposite to Crystal’s Hitmonchan.

~Jewel’s favorite color is red, which is why she loves her hair.

~Jewel’s favorite food is ramen and her favorite drink is green tea.

Morado’s Trivia:

~Morado’s hair was a lot lighter when he was younger, it got darker when he got older due to him spending a lot of time in the sun.

~Morado doesn’t like interacting with kids his own age as he thinks other kids aren’t as interesting as Pokemon.

~Morado doesn’t openly trust other kids despite his optimism.

~Morado likes music like his father and brother, he enjoys playing with drums.

~Morado has an interest in sports and wants to take up some sports when he’s older.

~Despite wearing purple and his name meaning purple, Morado’s favorite color is actually blue.

~Morado’s favorite food is omelette rice and his favorite drink is milk.

Tamako’s Trivia:

~Tamako loves her long hair and refuses to have it cut, even if her bangs are in the way of her vision.

~The barrette she wears was given to her so she didn’t have to cut her bangs.

~Tamako enjoys being with other kids her age and has a lot of friends at school.

~While she is afraid of being near Pokemon she isn’t familiar with, she still will heal them if any of them are injured.

~Her slight fear of Pokemon came from an incident she doesn’t like talking about as it brings up too many bad memories.

~Tamako speaks with a Kyoto dialect, though she often hides it as she finds it embarrassing.

~Tamako’s favorite color is turquoise.

~Tamako’s favorite food are dangos and her favorite drink is lemonade.

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zukuthehero · 4 years ago

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Questions and Answers and Homes

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## Aizawa POV ##

I watched with growing dread as Nedzu picked through problem child’s file.

He really did just figure out his quirk, his first update for having a quirk was two weeks before school started.

He apparently updated it again just this weekend, noting a few additions and changing the name.

I was not happy.

Fuck I’d made the kid hurt himself on the first day just to use his quirk!

“What do we do?” I asked Nedzu.

“Why, we teach him! If his quirk does increase his mental capacity we’ll have to check, and of course hone whatever skills it helps with the most.”

Nedzu was studying the file carefully.

“His scores are pretty mediocre for someone with a mental enhancement quirk though,” he murmured, sipping his tea.

I frowned, what did that mean, was he saying problem child lied about that? Or something else? Did problem child hide his smarts? Why would he do that?

“Oh well!” He chirped, “We’ll just have to wait and see, hmm?”

I glared, that was the opposite of what I wanted.

“Do bring him by tomorrow after the memorial service, I’ll have a test ready for him.”

I sighed, “Fine, whatever. Also, check the cameras for outside my classroom right after classes let out, some students were causing trouble and harassing my kids.”

He looked up, a strange gleam in his eye.

“No need to worry Aizawa! I’ll deal with the one’s bothering your… students.” He grinned at me.

I nodded and quickly left, Nedzu was in a strange mood and no one wants to be around for that.

## Tomura POV ##

I hummed, studying my Otouto’s file.

His quirk, Enhancement. Allowing him to enhance himself physically and mentally, too subtle to notice previously as it was limited to mental enhancement, but recent stress triggered his quirk’s evolution and gave him the capability to use it physically.

Does that mean the Otouto was never truly quirkless? Or did his quirk come slowly?

I studied the other notes.

Physical enhancement of a high degree, but special training needed to make his body able to handle the enhancement, otherwise the backlash breaks the bones. Troublesome.

Otouto would definitely be able to master it, and if it is a mental enhancement…

“Well Tomura, what does it say?”

I looked up at Sensei’s screen.

“Of course, sorry Sensei. His quirk is called Enhancement. It says he had it all along but it just wasn’t noticed cause it was enhancing him mentally, so he just looked smart.”

Sensei frowned, “Strange, I checked him for a quirk myself, to insure the doctor was correct. I didn’t sense a mental enhancement, or any quirk at all… then again…”

He trailed off and I perked up, “Sensei?”

“Well, I was unable to sense my brother’s quirk as well, perhaps the drawback of my quirk is being unable to sense family’s quirks. So perhaps he did have one and I just couldn’t sense it… I will have to think on this.”

Sensei shook his head and tilted it back towards me, “Continue Tomura.”

I nodded, “Says it recently evolved due to a mix of stress and physical training, giving it the physical aspect that I saw. Downside noted is that the backlash breaks his bones as his body can’t handle the stress.”

“Stress?” Sensei said sharply.

I frowned over the report, “Yeah, I don’t know. It doesn’t say what the stressor was.”

Sensei looked displeased, can’t blame him. Apparently Otouto was put in a situation sufficiently stressful enough to make his quirk evolve.

That’s not good and someone’s gonna die.

“Well, it is an interesting quirk nonetheless. The implications of its capabilities.”

I grinned as Sensei trailed of for a second.

“Yeah?” I questioned.

“What all can it enhance? Could he enhance his healing with it? His strength is an obvious part, but could he enhance his muscle strength as well to counter the backlash? Can he focus the enhancement? Can he enhance other’s skills? Share his strength with them? How does he gain the power to enhance himself? Does it build up over time? Or does it draw from something around him? Does he need an external force and hasn’t realized yet? I will need more information to insure he is able to train his quirk to his full potential.”

“Yes Sensei,” I nodded.

Sensei always makes excellent points, there’s a lot about the quirk we don’t know. Otouto probably knows more and is keeping it off the record, but it would be helpful to know more so that we know how to help him.

But if Sensei is correct about the scope of Otouto’s quirk then Otouto will need a lot of training…

“Shouldn’t we just pick him up now? He’ll need training and we can teach him here. Away from those filthy heroes. Obviously they’re not teaching him right! I mean, his quirk is hurting him! If they were teaching him how to control it then he wouldn’t be having those kinds of issues with it!”

“I know Tomura, and I want Izuku here as much as you do.”

I nodded, staring intently, of course Sensei does, Otouto is his precious son after all! He wants him safe more than anything.

“We simply need more information.”

I slumped.

“The Sports Festival will let us analyze him, see his strengths and weakness’s, let us see how he acts around his classmates. It will give us a large advantage in knowing what to focus on in teaching him plus allow us to see how he interacts with any friends he’s made. His safety comes first, but we mustn’t forget about keeping him happy either.”

I sighed, that’s true.

“I guess. But I want him here now!”

Sensei smiled, “As do I, but we must be patient.”

“None of them are worthy of Otouto, he’s worth more than all of them combined.”

“He is, and we’ll make sure he’s well aware of that when we retrieve him.”

“I need to figure out his room for when we do get him. He’ll need a soft space, plus of course video games. Otouto will only get the best.”

I need to start deciding now don’t I? What if Sensei changes his mind and decides to get Otouto sooner?

I heard a soft laugh, “Very well. Tomura, you should design and gather the supplies for Izuku’s room there with you. He’ll likely stay in your base for a while.”

I perked up. “Really!?”

“Yes, gather whatever think necessary for Izuku. He’ll also want some notebooks I’m sure.”

I grinned, “Yes Sensei! He’ll have everything he needs and more!”

I’ll need to find out all the details, I know his favorite food is Katsudon, does he have a favorite snack though? A favorite dessert? I know he loves Pokemon, so I’ll get some of the side games he doesn’t have yet. Yeah, a full gaming system for him would be best I think.

Oh, he’ll need clothes, not like we can just raid his house. His mom would probably be upset. So clothes, and soft blankets, lots of pillows.

He likes heroes but maybe we can compromise, and I can get him some vigilante merchandise? It’s close enough right? Maybe some underground hero merchandise? It’s less common but the underground heroes aren’t nearly as sucky as the show off ones.

Okay, he’ll need some electronics, a computer and stuff. Don’t want Otouto getting bored!

There’s so much to do and so little time.

“Kurogiri! We have stuff to do! Get ready to go out.”

## Izuku POV ##

I shuffled slightly.

Tsu nudged my arm, glancing up at me. I offered her a weak smile.

The Memorial was today, the one for Mineta.

It was… stressful.

The other students finally seemed to remember that a student died, and they were all shooting our class looks. I’m very thankful that the class was hiding me and Tsu from view.

I swallowed as Principal Nedzu came up to speak.

“The year has only just begun, and yet we have already lost a student.”

His expression was solemn.

“His loss is a great tragedy, he stood by his classmates during the attack and in the end, he died for it.”

Well he didn’t exactly stand by us, more like he tried to flee at every opportunity but…

“Mineta Minrou was only a student, like the rest of you. He should not have been in such danger at his age. We will all mourn his death. Hold your silence for a moment in memory of Young Mineta Minrou.”

No one spoke.

“Thank you.”

His gaze swept around to study the students, “Now, I know there has been some discussion as to what happened during the attack. I am going to clarify it now.”

Everyone went silent.

“The villains that attacked used a being called Nomu to fight All Might. This creature is safely in holding now so there is no need to worry about it! The two leaders of the villains managed to escape before they could be captured due to one of them having a warp quirk. The other has a quirk that allows him to disintegrate things. Currently the limits of his quirk are unknown, though it likely relies on touch. Both of them are extremely dangerous. The rest of the villains were unfortunately broken out by the warp villain, but the police were able to question them first.”

He looked around, “The villains are dangerous, and they won’t hesitate to harm you and were capable of bringing down two pros. If you run into any of them your best bet-“

~~Otouto~~

I shook my head.

Principal Nedzu was talking still.

“Now then, that is all that I can share with you about the attack. Please do not question your fellow students on it as it was a very traumatizing event.”

I swallowed, oh I hope no one questions me about it.

“Remember children, some of your fellow students just lost a classmate. Be kind, the students are recovering from their loss. If any of you are found to be bothering them,” He smiled brightly but I felt a shiver go down my spine, “You’ll regret it!”

They dismissed us shortly after.

I went to find Aizawa-Sensei.

## Tsu POV ##

I sat quietly with Hound Dog. Midoriya and Aizawa-Sensei dropped me off before heading out, Midoriya apparently has to complete a test with Nedzu while I’m talking to Hound Dog.

The therapy session started out fine.

He asked me how I was feeling, fine, how classes were, fine, how did I like the hero course, it’s fine.

Then he moved onto the USJ incident.

Asked me how I felt about it, asked if I wanted to talk about the details, asked if I was alright, how I was holding up.

I answered as best I could.

It had been scary, I couldn’t believe that we’d been put in danger like that.

I still didn’t understand why the one villain called Midoriya Otouto. But I’d promised not to speak about it till Midoriya knew more.

So, I answered, I kept it vague, told him an outline of what happened.

“How do you feel about Mineta?”

And I broke down.

He sucked, I didn’t like him, he was groping me right before that.

But I didn’t want him to die.

I tried to stifle my cries, but Hound Dog gave me tissues and gently rubbed my back.

Mineta died right in front of me.

It could’ve been me.

It would’ve been me.

Except Midoriya told him to leave me alone.

And he did.

### Izuku POV ###

The Test had been hard, lots of questions, lots of different scenarios, there was even a quirk analysis section (that was my favorite part honestly).

It wasn’t as hard as it could’ve been. I might have kept the grades a bit lower in school to avoid attention from the worst bullies (last thing I wanted was for them to try and make me do their work for them and get blamed for plagiarism on top of everything else) but Dad made sure that I had everything I needed to learn a lot. And sometimes he would send mini-quizzes in the letters, so I always made sure to do the reading he gave me.

Plus, it was from Dad, how could I not do it? He was sending me something to do, even though I was a useless quirkless child at the time he still did extra to humor me, even if just for mom. I refuse to let him down more than I already am or well, was.

So yeah, the test was hard, but Dad’s quizzes can be harder. For once I didn’t change my answers to wrong ones though, I’m trying to claim I have a quirk that enhances my mental capacity, if I do badly they’ll realize I’m lying.

Now I had to go back to class. After that is lunch and I have my meeting with Hound Dog then. That was fine, I brought some of the snacks Dad sent me in the care package with my bento today. I was excited to try the Cheez-Its Dad sent me. I’d try the Pop-Tarts another time.

Class was boring, just English lessons.

Present Mic was good at making it interesting most days but today I just have way too much on my mind.

“Midoriya! How do you say ‘The wind sent the rock across the placid lake.’?”

I answered it, barely paying attention.

Dad wanted me to learn English a while ago. I was fluent enough to be able to respond to his letters in English and talk to him on the occasional phone call. I was also alright at Mandarin, Russian, and French. But not fluent. French was the hardest but Dad wanted me to learn them. I could write in them and say some words but not much more… And I was going off track again.

I’m not excited for the therapist appointment. What was I going to say? Oh yes he died and I didn’t see it cause the Nomu was right in front of me? That I didn’t even realize he was dead till Tsu told me?

Ugh I was not looking forward to it.

The bell rang, jolting me out of my thoughts.

Right, time to go to Hound Dog. Aizawa-Sensei was waiting for me at the teachers’ lounge, he led me to Hound Dog’s office.

“Thanks.” I mumbled.

He studied me, “I’ll be here at the end of lunch to bring you back to class. Don’t forget to come to the teacher’s lounge after your last classes to meet with the detective about what happened.”

I nodded, mumbling an agreement, before turning to open the door.

Hound Dog was nice, his quirk was super interesting to I wonder exactly what he gets out of it? Is he human that’s like an animal or animal that’s like a human? My hands itched to pull out my notebook, but I forced the urge down.

“How are you doing today Midoriya?”

“I’m okay,” I murmured, shifting in my seat.

“You can pull out your lunch, I know it’s a bit difficult having to see me during your lunch hour.”

I nodded, pulling out my bento with the leftover Katsudon and the bag of Cheeze-Its.

“How are your classes going?”

I swallowed my bite, “Um, the-they’re doing okay.”

“Struggling in any?”

“Not really.”

“Do you have a favorite?”

I thought for a moment, “Math? It’s a struggle sometimes which is fun…”

Hound Dog nodded.

“Are you enjoying the hero course?”

I perked up a little, “Yeah! I really love learning to be a hero, I never expected to be able to get in right away. My original plan was to go through the sport’s festival.”

Hound Dog frowned, “Oh? With your quirk it seems like you’re more than able to be a hero.”

I shifted, “Well, my quirk only… it only became obvious recently. Before I was considered quirkless.” I looked away.

Hound Dog didn’t say anything for a moment, I nibbled at one of the Cheeze-Its, it’s good.

“That’s impressive.”

I blinked, “What?”

“You were planning to become a hero even when you were thought quirkless, that takes guts. You’re really brave, and clearly determined, to do that.”

I flushed, “Ah, well, I just- It’s not- I’m-“

Hound Dog chuckled, “Don’t undermine your strength pup.”

I nodded.

“Did you have plans for the kind of hero you were going to be?”

“Yeah, I was, I was gonna be an underground hero. No quirk meant no being flashy….”

He nodded, “True.”

I swallowed, “Ah well, I was gonna try to become an analysis expert. Um, I know they’re kinda rare, but my dad does analysis’s, I don’t know for which company but he’s good at it. He helped me learn a bit about it and I really enjoy it…”

Hound Dog blinked, “Oh? Have you still been doing it?”

I nodded, “Uh yeah, I try to…”

“Tell me a bit about one of your classmates quirks?”

I straightened, mentally going through the quirks my classmates have and which I have some info on right now.

“Uraraka has a quirk called Zero Gravity but that isn’t quite right because there’s more to it then just cancelling gravity. After all, there’s air resistance, friction, air pressure, and other forces involved as well. It seems more like her quirk reverses momentum or enhances it or something along that line. Her quirk lets her decide the momentum almost. She completely cancels the velocity of the object, even when it’s falling. When she touches stuff, it floats up and drifts if it was just sitting there, which shouldn’t happen unless a force was exerted on it. But if she moves it, it just keeps moving till it hits something. Plus she seems to almost be able to control the amount that she affects the object that she touches. That doesn’t line up with Zero Gravity.”

I paused for a breath.

“But moving away from the exact way her quirk works, the potential for it is massive. She’s limited right now on what she can move but she can easily keep an opponent from escaping with just a touch. She can lift practically anything, making her an ideal rescue hero. If she could add thrusters or something of similar nature to her costume then she could make herself weightless and use the thrusters, or a grappling hook at the least, and fly around. It would extremely increase her mobility.”

I faltered, noticing Hound Dog’s wide-eyed look.

“And um… yeah.”

“… Well… That is… very thorough. You’ve obviously put a lot of thought into this.

I flushed, “Ah well… Quirks are interesting?”

He nodded, making a note.

“Well, it’s fairly impressive how much you’ve thought about it.”

I gave a weak smile.

“How are you adjusting then? Have you… analyzed? Your own quirk?”

I nodded, “Um, yeah, I uh, I’m still figuring it all out… but uh, I’m working on it?”

He nodded, offering me a gentle smile. Or well, gentle for him.

“Alright, have you made any friends?”

I blinked at the sudden shift in subject.

“Uh, yeah, um, Tsu, Tsu and Uraraka are friends…. I think.”

He nodded, making another note.

“Have you talked to anyone about the USJ incident yet?”

I winced, diving right in then.

He studied me, “You don’t have to talk about it right now if you don’t want, we can meet as many times as you need.”

I shook my head, “No, no…. It’s okay. Um, I haven’t… haven’t talked to anyone yet… I uh, I have a meeting with the detective after this…”

He nodded, “Alright, how did you feel about it?”

“Scared,” I looked away, “Nervous. We all almost died… Mineta…. He…”

“It’s okay, it’s a hard subject, and you saw the death. That isn’t easy.”

I shook my head, “I didn’t see it.”

He blinked, “Oh?”

“The Nomu, it was in the way. I didn’t see it. Didn’t even realize…” I hunched in on myself.

“I see… that still can’t have been easy, to be right there, with two of the high ranked villains trying to kill you.”

How do I tell him that the villain stopped when I asked? How do I say that the villain did not try to hurt me? Could I say that?

“Yeah…”

He kept talking, coaxing me to talk about the events more. To discuss how it felt.

I answered him as best I could, he stopped a subject any time I seemed too worked up. We ended up jumping between the USJ attack and my Junior High and what it was like being diagnosed as quirkless and what I did for hobbies.

It got easier to talk when we left the subject of the USJ.

Then lunch was over and Aizawa-sensei was walking me back to class.

That was nerve-wracking, but I’m glad I did it. I felt surer of myself now. I would not let that happen again, I wouldn’t let someone be hurt right in front of me without me noticing. I would be a hero, a good one.

## Naomasa POV ##

I settled down to talk to Midoriya Izuku, Toshinori’s successor. Toshinori said he’d be sitting in on the meeting to.

I quirked an eyebrow when Eraserhead brought the kid in.

I hadn’t gotten the chance to see more than his file yet, he was smaller than I expected.

He mumbled to the teacher who nodded, settling down in the seat to the right of Midoriya. Toshinori took the other one.

“Hey kid, how are you today?”

“Hi Al- Uh- Toshinori-san!”

“Wait you know him Toshinori?” Aizawa’s eyes narrowed on Toshinori.

I sighed, best to interrupt for now at least, give Toshi some time to come up with an excuse.

“Hello Midoriya-san, I’m Naomasa Tsukauchi. I’m covering the USJ incident case.”

Aizawa swung to glare at me.

“Hi,” Midoriya mumbled, peering up at me shyly.

“How are you doing today Midoriya-san?”

“I’m alright.”

“I’m glad.” I shuffled my papers and smiled gently at him, “Before we begin I need to let you know that my quirk Lie Detector will let me tell if you lie, so speak only the truth.”

He nodded, eye’s sparkling suddenly, “Yes sir,” He murmured.

‘How does he know when they’re lying? Is there some sense? A sound? A feeling? And can he turn it on and off at will? Can he tell when they’re withholding information or just when they don’t speak a truth? Does it work for truths in general or if they phrase the answer carefully can they slip past it? Can they complete the sentence in their head to trick it?’

I blinked as he mumbled out an analysis of my quirk, that was…. Impressive, and mildly scary.

I cleared my throat and he flushed, ducking his head.

“A thorough analysis Midoriya-san, but now let us move on to the questions.”

He nodded.

“Tell me what happened when you arrived at the USJ.”

He swallowed, “So we got there and Thirteen was talking to us when the lights suddenly sparked, that was likely because they cut the alarms and communications, probably through someone with an electric quirk, I believe he had a run in with Yaoyorozu and the others with her later on. Then the fountain acted weird for a moment, faltering and then the spray stopped momentarily, a purple portal made by the warp villain appeared and covered a large area to let the villains, and the Nomu, walk out. It’s also likely that this was the last group brought in as the villains were scattered already around the facility.”

I frantically wrote the notes down, looks like his analyzing wasn’t just for quirks.

“Then the one in charge, the villain covered in hands, yelled asking where All Might was. The teachers told us to run while Aizawa-sensei went to fight the villains there, the majority of them were mutant type quirks from what I saw, but the warp villain managed to reach us. He ended up transporting us around the facility after Kacchan and Kirishima tried and failed to attack him. I ended up in the shipwreck zone with Tsu and Mine-“

He faltered for a moment, before swallowing and continuing on.

“Mineta.” He paused for breath, “I landed in the water and Tsu saved me when a villain with a shark head mutation, who was able to breathe above water as well as below so it can’t be a full mutation but he didn’t seem able to turn it off which is interesting so perhaps-“

“What happened next?”

He flushed, “Right, um next we used our quirks to destroy the ship and cause a small whirlpool, using- using Mineta’s quirk to bind everyone together and Tsu getting us out of there while I made a shockwave.”

I nodded, he gives a pretty good outline of events.

Toshinori was looking at him worriedly.

“We landed by the shore, near where Aizawa-sensei was fighting. We watched the hand villain use his quirk on Sensei, it seems to be a five point contact quirk, he had to put all five fingers down to do damage, a disintegration quirk, works very fast…”

He stared at his hands, which were fiddling with a nice pen.

I scrambled to write down his thoughts on the villains quirk, Orochi still hadn’t gotten back to us.

“Um, right, so then the Nomu attacked, um, it hit Sensei hard and the disintegration villain started talking about how strong the Nomu was. He talked a lot of gamer speech, roleplay game speech mainly. But then the warp villain returned and told him someone got away and he said they would leave…”

He bit his lip.

“It’s okay,” I said gently, “take your time.”

He took in a deep breath, “So then he came at us, he stopped before he touched us though, said something softly then turned to Sensei and said Sensei was cool for stopping his attack. I attacked to get him away, but the Nomu got in my way. It started to grab me and then All Might arrived.”

I nodded. “We know what happened from there but is there anything you feel you should add?”

He shook his head, fingers deftly putting the pen back together.

“Alright, thank you for your time. I know this was hard.”

He nodded.

“Well, I have everything I need. Take care of yourself Midoriya-san.”

I gathered my things as Aizawa led the kid out.

“Well?” Toshinori asked.

I sighed, “Nothing really that we didn’t know. Though his thoughts on the Tomura Shigaraki’s quirk are certainly welcome, he seems good at that analysis thing.”

“Ah, yes I suppose he’s alright at it. I hadn’t really thought about it.”

I raised an eyebrow, “Analysis experts are few and far between Toshi. You should encourage him, it could be a big help to both him and other heroes.”

Toshinori nodded, “Yes, he’ll have time for that, but for now we’ll need to work on his quirk. He needs to get strong enough as quickly as possible.”

“The world won’t fall apart if he’s not ready when you retire, it lived for a long time without a symbol of peace and can do it again if it needs to.”

Toshinori sighed, “I know…. I just worry.”

I smiled, “Let the kid live, it’ll be okay Toshinori. Want to have dinner tonight?”

He nodded, offering me a wane smile, “I’d like that.”

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sirspud · 3 years ago

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A Vulgar First Impression of Coromon

Playing Pokémon games recently has been something akin to hiring a fairy princess to perform for your daughter’s birthday parties. The first few times she came around were fun, she made all the kids laugh and play their games, but now the princess has grown lazy, idly watching YouTube while disinterestedly mumbling the same four or five lines she’s been spouting for the past twenty-three years. But you keep hiring her regardless, even though your daughter’s trying to point out that she’s not into princesses anymore because she’s pushing 30, and you’re starting to think she might not be worth three hundred bucks a visit. And she’s starting to smell.

So as the Pokémon community sits and waits for the Diamond and Pearl remakes, because what is Pokémon if not a prolonged exercise in nostalgia bait, some indie developers have been trying their hand at doing Pokémon, but properly this time. First came along TemTem, which was, “Like Pokémon but online”, and now there’s Coromon, which is “Like Pokémon” and that’s it.

I’ll admit, I was attracted to Coromon not because of any underlying nostalgia or a want to replay Pokemon, but because the devs put out a free demo for the game, which is a rarity in this modern age of Early Access and delayed release dates. Intrigued, I decided to take a closer look, to see which warts they cut off and which ones they allowed to fester.

The game starts with our protagonist waking up in a small town with his mother about to go get his OR HER first Pokémon. So far, so standard. But where Coromon differs is that you aren’t some apple-cheeked youngster with a criminally neglectful parent, but a college kid who’s been selected for a prestigious university that studies Pokémon – sorry – “Coromon”. And incidentally, Pokémon scores the first point for having a name that actually means something. They’re monstrous creatures that can be caught in a ball and put in your pocket – “Pocket”-“Monsters”. What the fuck does Coromon mean? Because Coro only has a meaning if it’s in Italian, and I’m pretty sure these things aren’t meant to be called “Choir Monsters!”

Anyway, a dude in a wheelchair who was apparently the guy in charge gives you a magic glove and tells you about these glowing elemental orbs, which are important for some reason I wasn’t clear on, and he sends you out on a journey to collect more by finding six elemental titans and – as far as I understood the process – murdering them and stealing their essence in the name of science.

We choose our first Pokémon from a choice between the fire-type, the water-type or the… ice type? And then, we set out on our journey to fight trainers, make new friends, and shuffle about in the grass for an hour because your gobblefrog isn’t level sixty-two yet.

The first thing that struck me about Choirmon is that it really isn’t being coy with its desire to ape Pokémon. Everything, right down to the statistics of each monster, is identical to the way Pokémon does things. The types have the same names, evolving is still called evolving, it even gives you berries and other items for your monsters to hold. You can battle monsters in the wild, blundering into tall grass to scare them out of hiding and capturing them after beating them into a bloody pulp, or you can battle monsters owned by other trainers in unregulated dog fights. So it isn’t trying to be like Pokémon, it is Pokémon. It stabbed Pokémon in an alleyway, cut off its skin and is now swanning about performing a perverted Face/Off act.

Now, I love Pokémon just as much as the next guy, but I’m no deluded fanboy. Pokémon is not perfect. In fact, it’s a game with a lot of flaws. And in its desire to imitate, Collectamon inherits a lot of the same problems that Pokémon does. Using items, for example, takes up an entire turn, and while this can be forgiven in a party-based RPG, where you have other actors to make up for the guy losing a turn, you can only put out one monster at a time, and using anything other than a healing item in the thick of battle just makes you an open target.

Trying to think strategically is also a lost cause, because again, it’s fucking Pokémon. The only strategy is “use whatever the opponent is weak to” or “mash attack until one of you dies”. And while you could argue that Pokémon’s strong point is its simplicity, it does mean that winning a fight is more a matter of patience than a matter of skill.

At time of writing, I’ve been playing the demo for 7 hours. An impressive run-time for a demo, to be sure, and that’s only up to the first boss. Incidentally, it’s in that area that we meet the evil team of this game, because Pokémon had evil teams, and so must we! I don’t even understand their motivation, or who these people even are! They’re presented to us as if we already know what their deal is and why we should hate them. All I know about them is their name and the fact that they like to hang around in caves. Pitch-black ones that you navigate by wandering around aimlessly getting lost in the samey-looking environments.

Really, guys? You thought it’d be a good idea to preserve one of the shittiest areas in Pokémon? Actually, they follow it up with an even shittier level that plays like the gym leaders from the annoying puzzle gyms got together and tried to devise the most efficient backtracking machine, culminating in a game of Mastermind out of fucking nowhere.

Well, so far I’ve just been going on about how the game is the same as Pokémon. What’s different? Well, for a start, each monster has a well of stamina points that they spend to use their special abilities, limiting how many times you can use those moves before your monster has to have a little rest. So you have to weigh up whether or not you want to waste stamina using that really powerful move or whether you want to keep a steady pace with the weaker moves. Except, Pokémon already did that with each move having limited uses. So we haven’t gone anywhere. All we’ve done is paint the walls a different colour.

Erm… what else? Well, your character speaks for one thing, despite you being able to name them and customise them to your liking. I think we tried the talking player avatar thing back in Fallout 4, and it was just as unimmersive back then too. It means that you don’t really get to impose your own character on the avatar, because the avatar makes his OR HER own decisions without your input, accepting every single quest that gets handed to you without even flirting with a dialogue box because it means oh so much to them to help this random faceless NPC, whose unique name and appearance does nothing to make him feel any less forgettable.

…Ah, that’s something different. There’s a quest system. I’m not sure why. In an open world game, quest systems give the game a structure and a reason to explore the world. But, as we’ve established, Crackmon is Pokémon, and so progression is strictly linear. It’s hard to tell just how much it’ll impact the game, since it’s just a four-hour demo, but a quest system like this can easily turn into a to-do list of tedious tasks for rewards that you don’t need. One of the sidequests early on had me capture a pissweasel for some guy, only for the bloke’s mentor to smack him across the head and have him hand the pissweasel right back! This is the very definition of wasting my fucking time! The only reason I caught that pissweasel was for your quest, and I don’t want to deal with its incontinence issues!

Another way that Cloacamon tries to differentiate itself is though its Potential mechanic. Get this – whenever your pet cockcrab reaches a certain XP interval, you get to directly increase its stats by a total of 3 points, on top of the cockcrab’s normal stat increases, so you don’t have to muck around with effort values and breeding to optimise your stats. Each monster also has a “Potent” and “Perfect” form, with each form reaching these intervals sooner than the normal version of the cockcrab. So the game encourages you to abandon your monsters frequently, exchanging them for their shiny, better versions, which I would argue goes against the whole point of Pokémon. At its core, Pokémon is a game about going on a journey and creating a bond with your tag team of beasts, a bond which is impossible to form if you’re encouraged to chuck your friends in the bin the second you find their better, newer models.

I could go down my list of subtle differences, most of which are quality of life changes, like the ability to evolve mid-battle, or the ability to swap out different moves instead of permanently forgetting them, or the fact that you use HM moves yourself instead of teaching them to your Pokémon. But I’d rather finish this first impression by once again re-iterating that Cocaniumon is just Pokémon. It’s not writing any new rules, it’s not even reworking old ones, and it seems content to merely lie on its back and spin its wheels. And while you could argue that Pokémon’s formula doesn’t need to be changed, I would argue right back that not having the ambition to change has long been part of the fucking problem!

If all you want is more Pokémon but with less bullshit, then go ahead and give Coromon a try. Personally, I wasn’t motivated to continue playing past the first boss fight. Part of the problem was that I had no idea what I was ultimately working towards. Collect all the titan essences, so that we can research them! Research them for what? So we can finally uncover the mystery behind shitty Netflix sci-fi originals?

#why yes I do watch zero punctuation how could you tell #coromon #pokemon #review #comedy #first impressions #opinions #TRAGsoft #Freedom Games #that's a reference to the netflix movie The Titan by the way #god knows how many people I thought would get that

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1rosex · 5 years ago

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BTS reaction playing Pokémon GO with their s/o

Request: Hey ho, so that your requests are open, could you please write a reaction where y/n wants to play Pokemon Go with the boys? I think it would be cute how they walk around the city to find Pokemon uwu

Jin

You spent a long time trying to explain how to play Pokemon Go to Jin, but after a lot of wasted poké balls and running around, Jin seemed to finally have gotten the hang of it. Maybe... a little too well. He seemed to be blessed with running into all of the good pokémon and always capturing them without wasting too many poké balls. Meanwhile, you were not only running low on supplies, but constantly bombarded with pidgeys and caterpies. You had both gone out on a walk to catch pokémon when he realized that you were being pouty and unenthusiastic.

"What's wrong my Y/N?~"

"My pokémon team is much worse than yours and I've been playing longer.." You muttered. Jin grinned when he realized that's what had you so down.

"Never fear! I am here to teach you all of my pokémon trainer ways so you can become as great and talented as I."

Namjoon

The people on the beach gave you and your boyfriend weird stares as you ran down the beach cheering.

"Lapras! Lapras!" You chanted as you both raced down the sandy shore to capture the rare pokemon. Even Namjoon, who was normally occupied searching the sand for crabs when you went to the beach, was racing alongside you smiling like a kid. You both stopped, staring at your phone screens and trying desperately to catch the pokémon. It took you a couple of tries and some of your strongest poké balls, but you pumped your fist in the air when you finally captured the Lapras. Namjoon gained ahold of it soon after, and he gave you a big hug out of excitement. You both jumped around cheering for your win, when Namjoon accidentally dropped his phone. Before he could reach down to grab it, the ocean current swept the sand and swallowed the device. You both screamed, Namjoon ran into the ocean with you following close behind. He ducked down elbow deep in the water, desperately feeling around on the sandy bottom as you helped him look. You looked up when you heard him let out a sigh of relief. He stood up and showed you the phone, who's screen was still on, showing the captured pokémon.

"It's a good thing I invested in a waterproof case."

Yoongi

"I don't understand what's so fun about it." Yoongi said in an unamused tone as you dragged him down the mall by the hand so you could go catch a pokémon. "You need to play it to understand!" You insisted, deciding to install the app on his phone after you caught your pokémon. After you made your catch, you asked for his phone and downloaded the app on it. You walked him through all the basics, and although Yoongi still seemed unenthusiastic, he caught all of the pokémon with you on the rest of your shopping trip. Once you were leaving the mall, Yoongi suddenly stopped and hesitated.

"Ah.. hold on a second. There's a machomp back that way. Let's go catch it?" He asked, blushing slightly. You smiled, knowing he'd warm up to the game.

"I'll race you."

"You're on."

J-Hope

"Where were you??" Your boyfriend asks worriedly as you step inside after disappearing from the house for a couple minutes. He pouts as you slip off your shoes. "I came down to ask if you wanted to watch a movie and you were gone!"

"I'm sorry Hobi, I was just out uh.. checking.. the sky." You said sheepishly. He stared at you suspiciously, looking down at the phone in your hand. He gasped. "You were catching Pokémon without me!"

"No I wasn't." You lied. Then your phone buzzed, signaling a pokémon was near. You stared at each other for a while, and then you were both racing to get your shoes on.

"You won't be a better trainer than me!"

"Just wait until I catch a Mewtwo, I'll end your whole career"

Jimin

You dragged your feet along the ground, tiredly sitting down next to Jimin on the bench. He was slumped back into the seat, his chest raising and falling. You two had been running around all of the city and city parks collecting a bunch of pokémon, you were absolutely exhausted and the heat wasn't helping.

"Maybe we should call a taxi." Jimin suggested, his brow slick with sweat. You nodded in agreement, panting and fanning your hot face with your hand. Just then your phones buzzed. You both checked your phones, gasping and yelling out in sync. "Chansey!"

You looked at Jimin, who looked right back at you. "... the taxi can wait right?" He asked. You nodded, and then you stood up and started to run off to catch Chansey with Jimin hot on your heels.

Taehyung

"Psst." You whispered. Taehyung looked up from his plate of food as you nudged him with your elbow. The members all continued to chat, not noticing you two had been distracted.

"There's a mewtwo outside." You said in a hushed tone. Taehyung gasped and immediately stood up from the table, causing all of the members to look at him. "I am sorry my brothers, but duty calls to us. We will be back before dark." Taehyung announced in a monotone voice as if he were reading a script. Then he grabbed your hand and you both ran down the hallway to get outside, laughing the whole way. The members all looked at each other in confusion.

"That was really.. sudden." Jimin said. "What do you think they're doing?"

"Oh, we know." Jin said while wiggling his eyebrows. Namjoon punched him in the shoulder which caused him to pout, all while you and Taehyung ran through the yard like kids.

Jungkook

You had the sensation that someone was watching you. After laying still for a couple minutes and debating whether you should open your eyes or not, you finally decided to take a peek. You slowly opened your eyes and came face to face with your boyfriend staring right back at you. You yelped in surprise and sat up, your heart pounding.

"Oh good! You're awake!" Jungkook got up and started to put on a pair of slippers, nudging another pair towards you. You looked at the time, 4 AM.

"Jungkook what-" You started but he had grabbed his phone and was already heading down the hallway. "There's a Snorlax outside!"

Without another word, you slipped on your shoes and ran after him. The two of you didn't sleep after that, but you sure did catch a lot of good pokémon.

#bts #bts reactions #bts scenarios #jeon jungkook #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #v #rm #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #jhope #suga #bts x reader #bts fluff

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pinkrival · 5 years ago

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anonymous said: Could you make a post about Peony and Petunia's backgrounds as well as how Bede recruited them and their relationship with him? Really like your blog btw!

aww, thank you, anon!

originally i was just going to link back to the post i originally made about them and then maybe expand on what i already wrote... but then i decided that was boring, so i did you one better!

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❝ it seems lady opal has picked a successor. ❞ nan mentions offhandedly over tea one day. ( she isn’t really your nan, but in a town as small as ballonlea, everyone starts to feel like family eventually. )

you arch a brow. opal had been looking for someone to pass down her title to for as long as you could remember. you would have been lying if you tried to say you didn’t spend much of your childhood dreaming about taking the role for yourself. nothing came of it, of course; you and your sister both dropped out of the gym challenge when kabu proved too difficult a roadblock to overcome, and that was the end of your professional battling career. still, you look to peony, trusting her to read the silent question in your eyes.

she dabs at the corner of her mouth with a napkin and asks, ❝ what are they like? ❞

nan ponders this for a moment, then says, ❝ he’s... interesting. ❞

and that was the end of that.

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even in a town as isolated as ballonlea, the champion cup is a big deal.

the employees at the tiny general store had been gathered around the telly, mumbling to each other during the intermission before the finals. ( they only dragged out the old television during this time of year, you knew. it was too distracting, otherwise. ) one cashier was begrudgingly handing money over to another — from his grumbling, you pieced together he had bet on the champion’s younger brother to come out victorious.

❝ — can’t tell me you aren’t miffed by all this, too! ❞ he was still ranting when you walked over to the counter and started unloading your groceries. impidimp nudges your leg and holds up a chocolate bar, eyes pleading. ❝ petunia! ❞ you look over at the sound of your name, snatching up the candy and placing it with the rest of your purchases. ( impidimp cackles victoriously. ) ❝ who are you pulling for, huh? hop, right? hop should’ve been the favorite to win! ❞

you glance at the screen, then back to him. you shrug. no preference.

it only takes a few minutes to bag and pay for your groceries. the walk home isn’t a very long one — yet another good thing about living in a town as small as ballonlea. the streets are even more deserted than usual, with everyone likely at home and glued to the telly, waiting for the intermission to be over. it’s only you and peony this year. mum and dad are off in unova, busy working on their next big pokemon musical ( they made you promise to record the finals ) and nan is at the stadium. had to take care of something, she said. you assume it has to do with lady opal and the new successor.

you make it to the cottage ( hopefully ) before the intermission ends. it takes a bit of finagling to get the door open with your hands full, but you manage. impidimp races inside, waving around his half-eaten chocolate bar like it’s a prize.

❝ PETUNIA! ❞ your sister shouts as you’re unloading the snack haul. you think maybe you cut it a bit closer than intended — but there’s something about the urgency in her voice that makes you suspect this has to do with more than the start of the finals.

you peek into the living room, bag of crisps still in hand. it’s a mess — the floor is covered in a mismatched flood of blankets and pillows. impidimp bounces on a stolen couch cushion, kicking his little feet to and fro. there’s a bowl of what was once popcorn — now reduced to a pathetic handful of kernels — and an embarrassing number of empty soda cans, enough to stack into a pyramid shape. at the center of this chaos is your twin, wrapped in a cheri berry-patterned comforter. her hair is a mess and she hasn’t changed out of her pajamas. none of this strikes you as particularly unusual.

then she points at the telly and you follow the movement with your eyes.

the finals have started — or have they? you squint. there’s a boy on the screen you only vaguely recognize. his hair is a mop of pale curls and something about his eyes cuts right through you. it takes you a moment to notice what he’s wearing ( is that a gym leader’s outfit? ) and then another moment to recognize ballonlea’s trademark pastels. ( that’s our gym leader’s outfit. )

you feel the bag slip right out of your hands. this must be lady opal’s successor. which means... lady opal’s successor just crashed the finals. oh. oh.

somehow, you manage to find your voice just to say what peony is too kind to. ❝ he’s going to make us all look like idiots. ❞

she bites her bottom lip, but doesn’t disagree.

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despite giving up on your gym leader dreams, you and your sister still enjoy a good battle.

you mostly dabble in doubles these days. perhaps that was the reason why neither of you managed to make it through the gym challenge — individually, your skills are nothing to write home about, but together you become an unstoppable combo. twin telepathy, peony often claims. ( the same so-called telepathy that allows her to translate your thoughts into speech without ever asking you to voice them. ) if only the league challenge allowed you to participate in pairs; perhaps things would be different, then.

❝ aww. ❞ your opponent groans. ❝ bested again by foxglove’s fury. ❞ it’s a nickname the townspeople gave the two of you when you were children; your combined talent for double battles quickly became infamous. thus, foxglove’s fury. you didn’t care for it much, but peony thought it was simply adorable. you tolerated it for her sake.

❝ that was so much fun... ❞ she turns to you, clapping her hands in delight. ever since the finals, it felt like your passion for battling had returned with a vengeance. ( though you were mostly just glad to see peony actually happy about something. ) you nod, mirroring her smile. impidimp tries to give swirlix a high five, only to forget he doesn’t have arms to reciprocate it with. he gets around this issue by sticking his hand on the other pokemon’s face... affectionately? nailed it.

❝ evidently the rumors were true. ❞ an unfamiliar voice reaches your ears. you turn around to look at the speaker, and freeze when you realize who it is.

the gym leader. lady opal must have been teaching him well, if he had already mastered the art of appearing out of seemingly nowhere. it’s strange seeing him in person. he’s smaller than you expected, yet sharper. vibrant and ethereal in a way the screen couldn’t quite capture that did him proper justice. ( those eyes are even more piercing up close. ) he tilts his head, regarding you and your sister with a calculating stare. unexpectedly, the gym leader raises his hands to clap. one, two, three times. a polite gesture — yet something about it screams awkward and stilted and artificial. ❝ it seems you do have some measure of talent. ❞

you look at peony. she looks at you, then back to him. ❝ um... ❞ her voice threatens to falter. ❝ s — sorry, but... did you need something? ❞

he nods, then says, ❝ battle me. ❞

what.

❝ what? ❞ peony voices your thought aloud, though she seems just as shocked as you are.

the gym leader ( what was his name again? beet... bede or something? ) seems unsympathetic. he takes a step closer, tilting his head. there’s something challenging in his violet stare — hungry for a fight. ❝ i said, battle me. ❞ blunt and to the point. ❝ i want to see how strong you are for myself. ❞

you and your sister exchange another glance. you frown. she turns back. ❝ we... we aren’t really sure... ❞

❝ fine. ❞ you’re surprised he gives up so quickly, but then he holds out a great ball. ❝ in that case, i’ll only use one pokemon. is that acceptable? ❞

you can feel peony’s eyes on you, searching for an answer. you glance at the great ball, then bede’s face. he looks determined. it’s actually a bit intimidating, how intense this kid seems. like he’s so ready to prove himself that he’s willing to go all in at a moment’s notice. ( is he always like this? ) after a moment, you shrug.

❝ well... ❞ peony still hesitates a second longer. ❝ okay... ❞ she perks up. ❝ y — yeah! we’ll show you! just because you’re lady opal’s successor doesn’t mean you can get all cocky y’know! ❞

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... you lose.

it doesn’t even seem to take much effort on bede’s part — his hatterene is simply a monster. you both throw your best strategies at him, and he easily dismantles them piece by piece. it’s more than a little humbling, to say the least.

after the battle, he regards both of you coolly. ❝ not bad. ❞ bede says. ( it sounds unnatural, like he isn’t used to giving compliments. ) ❝ although i can see substantial room for improvement. ❞ he looks at you for a moment longer, seemingly deep in thought. then he asks, ❝ how would you feel about becoming gym trainers? ❞

eventually, you both agree.

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as time goes by, you start to learn more and more about him.

first, the basics — his name is bede. he’s fifteen years old. ( fifteen! he’s practically still a baby. ) his birthday is on november eleventh. he’s left handed.

he prefers tea to coffee, and tells everyone he drinks it plain. ( the reality is usually an even mix of tea and copious amounts of honey. ) sometimes, when he thinks no one is looking, he’ll eat entire sugar cubes like candy. in spite of this, bede still claims to be indifferent towards sweets.

he’s quite possibly the most stubborn person you’ve ever met. once he sets his mind to something, he won’t give up even when common sense dictates his goal a lost cause.

he likes making bets and wagers — especially when he feels confident in his chances of victory. the gym leader claims not to cheat, yet petunia is utterly convinced she caught him sneaking extra pokeopoly money under the table during game night. you think cheating only counts as cheating when it comes to light, and stuff an extra wad of bills into your left sock to compensate. still, bede always ends up winning.

he devours knowledge like his life depends on it. occasionally you find him lurking around the gym, tearing through textbooks drier than the sands of stow-on-side.

he literally lives inside ballonlea stadium, out of what was once an old office or storage room. you discovered this when you opened the wrong door, only to be met with floral pattern sheets and a fluff of white hair you initially mistook for a very tiny wooloo. a sylevon sat curled upon the blanket pile. she blinked with curious eyes and purred loud enough for you to hear across the room. you wisely chose to shut the door.

he dislikes reporters and being interviewed, but will tolerate it up until a point. once they try to pry a little deeper than bede would like, he immediately makes up an excuse to cut things off.

he can literally eat the same exact food ad nauseam. you know this because you had to stop him from eating fruit yogurt and granola for breakfast for the sixth day in a row. ( begged him, please just let me make you an omelette, until he finally relented. )

fairy type pokemon all seem to adore him. he disappears into glimwood tangle for hours on end, and comes out with hatenna and impidimp following him like he’s the pied piper.

he has no knowledge of any popular tv shows or movies that aren’t related to pokemon battling. as this is an unforgivable crime, you declare a weekly movie night absolutely mandatory. he rolls his eyes the first time he hears it, yet still continues to show up and steal all the popcorn.

his moods tend to fluctuate. most days he’s confident and determined, if a bit aloof. then he slips into a sudden downward spiral and you can barely find him ( physically and emotionally ) let alone hold a conversation. it’s worrying. you look at this kid — technically your boss — and see the shadows of so many demons looming over him, knowing you can’t fight those battles for him because he won’t let you.

❝ what do you think about him? ❞ you decide to ask petunia on a whim. she thinks about it for a moment, then looks at you and shrugs, the corner of her mouth pulling upwards in a half-smile. her eyes are soft, clear fondness held in those evergreen depths.

you nod. ❝ yeah... i think so too. ❞

he’s kind of like the weird, prickly little brother you never had.

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❝ ... bede? ❞ it’s his room, so you do the polite thing and stand in the doorway — not entering without a proper invitation. ( even if he left it open. ) his back is mostly to you, crouched down in front of a drawer. you’re not sure what he’s doing — you’re not sure he’s doing anything, because he isn’t moving. it’s actually a bit eerie.

you open your mouth to call him again, when a flash of gold catches your eye — no, a watch? your brow furrows at this, but before you have time to think about what it means, bede turns around and catches your eye. ❝ peony — ? ❞ he looks... terrible. face pale. eyes flat and exhausted in a way they have no right being — not on someone that young. you can’t recall ever seeing bede look so frail and uncertain before, and it’s a bit jarring. like seeing a meowth suddenly start chattering in perfect english. ( you wonder what the watch means to him, if it has anything to do with this. it has to. )

quickly, you find yourself pulled out of your musings when he repeats your name again. you shake your head, feeling color pooling in your cheeks. ❝ aha! s — sorry! sorry, um. i wanted to ask about your plans for the gym mission — ❞

bede quickly puts the watch away — you can tell he tries to be sneaky about it, hoping you won’t notice. you pretend not to, if only for the sake of his pride.

... but as you go over the paperwork together, the gears are already turning in your head.

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❝ what... what is this — ? ❞ it’s almost funny how confused bede looks, standing there with a plate of cookies in his hands. he stares at them incredulously, as if he’s never seen oatmeal raisin in his entire life. ( you hope he likes them. you’re pretty sure he likes them. )

you swallow down your anxieties and reach out to ruffle his hair. ❝ cookies, silly! ❞ bede does the thing where he scrunches up his nose and squints at you — like he’s trying his absolute hardest to look displeased. ( but really isn’t. ) ❝ i made them for you! ❞

one would think the act of being given homemade cookies wouldn’t send one spiraling into emotional turmoil, but the array of expressions that flash across bede’s face indicate otherwise. his jaw works, and it takes him a moment to settle on a single word. ❝ ... why? ❞ why. like one tiny act of kindness is enough to throw his entire world into disarray. why. like it’s absolutely beyond his understanding.

you smile at him gently. ❝ why not? ❞ he looks like he wants to protest, so you nudge him with an elbow. ❝ c’mon, bede! they — they’re gonna get cold at this rate! try them already, i want to hear what you think. ❞

he stares at you for a moment, then hesitantly selects one and takes a bite.

his eyes light up. ❝ they’re... good. ❞ he sounds genuinely surprised. more than that, he sounds happy.

mission accomplished, you think. ❝ i’m glad. ❞

#Anonymous #— ★ . * ( HC. ) ┇ ❝ ᵃᵐᵒⁿᵍ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ᵉˡᶦᵗᵉ ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵃⁿ ᵉⁿᵈᵒʳˢᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᶦ'ᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵉˡᶦᵗᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵃˡˡ ❞#( the pov switches from petunia to peony halfway through if that wasn't obvious! )#( why is this in second person??? idk i just wanted to write in second person. )#( thank you so much for the ask!! this was fun! )#( i went lighter on the formatting bc this is like 2.5k+ words and i thought it'd get distracting )

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kdthecactuswizard · 5 years ago

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My First Pokemon Nuzlocke!

Now Pokemon is something pretty much everyone has heard of, and knows the basic concept of. Anyone can pick it up and play it. But a Nuzlocke is a series of self imposed rules in a Pokemon playthrough.

The first big rule is that you can only catch one pokemon per area, the first one you find in that area. No other pokemon are aloud to be caught.

The second is that if a pokemon faints, that pokemon is 'dead' and you can't use it anymore. This means it's actually possible to lose a pokemon game.

The third and smallest rule is that you must name each of your pokemon. Specifically so it can rip your heart out later if they die.

Now the game I'm playing is Pokemon Moon for the 3DS. I've played this game once before, so I'm allowing myself to look up the pokemon for major battles, and for some inparticular items.

First we start in a little house, and honesly KD does not want to get up. But Meowth forces her up.

Our cousin, a pokemon professor, named Kukui is there. My mom and him decide I need to go outside. Ew.

But just like real life, I get dressed with my hat and bag, before Kukui drags me up to a small town, named Iki. In this town lives the Kahuna, a leader of the island, and to get my first pokemon.

What if I don't want to be a pokemon master, MOM.

Either way into Iki I go. I see a nice looking blonde girl in a white dress, talking to her bag. That's weird, but she looks cute. She runs into a cave or something.

I decide to follow both because the game made me, and I might be a bit bi-curious.

After catching up with her, a small lunar like pokemon runs onto a bridge and gets attacked by a herd of spearo. Goddamnit. The cute girl begs for me to save it. And like the knight in shining armor, I of course decided to say these words to her in comfort.

Nah.

But the game made me, so I ran in and protected my future girlfriends pokemon. Then the bridge collasped. Goddamnit.

But then WHOOSH, in came this cool lightning pokemon type thing. The island guardian thing saves me and the pokemon, thank god. I may be thirsty but I'm not about to die for love.

Me, the hero, gives back the pokemon to the blonde girl, and the lunar pokemon was lovingly nicknamed Nebby. Nebby finds a Sparkeling Stone, and I get it. Why? Because I'm the main character damnit.

Back in Iki, I learn the girl is my cousins assistant, named Lillie. Pretty weird to have a preteen girl living in a college age dudes loft, but whatever floats Kukuis boat.

Finally the Kahuna comes out, and gives me my first pokemon. I decide to get Litten, a cat like fire pokemon. Now, to name them.

Litten shall be named Catniss, because fire. And their a cat. The problem? I didn't realize until after I named them that Catniss is a boy. Well fuck it I guess, I'm not changing it.

Now to show off to my mom that I have the better and cooler cat, but then Hau pulls up, a fellow new trainer. He has Rowlet as his starter, an owl like grass type.

Little burns Rowlet alive. Guess we having roasted owl tonight boys.

After making that new friend, I head home to mom to show off Catniss. Just kidding, I'm going to sleep.

I wake up the next day, and apparently theres a festival in Iki. Dope. But turns out I have to go through tall grass for some reason to get there. Not dope.

Kukui teaches me to catch pokemon and gives me some balls and some potions. Time to catch Catniss a buddy.

The pokemon to pop up is Pikipek, a normal flying type pokemon. Not the best, but I can work with it.

Without down right murdering another bird, I carefully lower its health then use a pokeball. Then BOOM! Catniss got himself a new bro.

I name him Ari, after a pokemon from the first Nuzlocke I ever watched. Thanks Jaiden.

With my boys in toe, we work our way back to Iki without any real issue. When I arrive, so does the party. Literally.

Apparently me and Hau are duking it out again. Okay, stomping on his dreams again it seems. It's not my fault, Hau, the game developers made me do it.

I thought he'd be a pushover like last time, but now he has Pichu. Pichu isn't a strong hitter, but does have a lot of defense and attack lowering moves. Uh oh.

I send in Catniss first, to take all the lowering of stats and take out his Pichu quicker. But even though Ari is a lower level, he's still stronger than Catniss at the moment.

Ari is thrown out in front, and ends Rowlet by pecking its eyes out. Poor Rowlet.

Upon winning, I got a Z-Ring. Nice. Then back home to sleep.

The next day, Lillies at my door. Hey baby, how's it goin'?

Lillie wants to take me to Kukuis lab, to the south. And theres a new area to explore, so a new pokemon bro.

First pokemon to show up? A Yungoos. Greaaaat.

I capture the boy, and I shall name him Slimy, and he shall be mine and he small be my Slimy. I shall protect him with my life.

Nothing much else happens, except I explore my cousins basement, and off to Hau'oli city I go! And guess where I'm going. School.

I hate everything.

But there's also a Pokemon Center. I buy some potions, among other things with my pokemoney I stole from preschoolers after killing their pets right before their eyes. It's fun.

I take on a trainer at the school, with a level 8 Pikipek. Which is the name level as my boys.

I decide to go grind a bit to get to level 10. Don't want to risk any of my boys dying a painfully dramatic death.

After leveling up my boys, we beat some six year olds Metapod, steal his money, and find a potion. I heal up just in case, then head inside to find some 4 year old I'm supposed to fight.

I beat up the 4 year old easily, steal a quick claw from one of the teachers, then give to Slimy because he's slow as heck.

Then I go beat up some hotshot out front. Slimy almost died and got posioned, but I switched to Ari to win the battle. Then I'm called to the office. Oh shit. Did I make that four year old cry? Probably, lol.

Lillie is lecturing me, but hey that's part of the game. I heal up, and head to the office. Where she wanted to battle me. Wow, it's almost like I knew this was coming.

First she sent out Magnemite, and as someone who's had a magnemite, I knew this battle might be a bit scary. I tried to roast it alive with Catniss, but I couldn't get by without getting paralysis.

I then sent out Ari to deal with Meowth. It was going pretty good, as Ari had a move strong against it. But he kept flinching at way to low a health. I could've risked it, but with the moves low accuracy I didn't want to.

I sent out Slimy, who finished off her Meowth. Everyone was at pretty low health, but we made it. I got 5 great balls, and then I was set off to go to the world.

I went off with Lillie so she could show off the city. Finally, a date.

Then a Tauros is blocking the path. After dealing with that, Hau decided to tag alone. Fucking third wheeler.

But insteed of exploring that good quality city, I decided to save. This is the end of this part, so soon I'll be back.

Next time with Pokemon Moon Nuzlocke, we'll explore the city, go on a date while being third wheeled, and most importantly we'll find a new addition to the team.

It better not be fucking Abra.

#kd speaks #pokemon moon #pokemon moon lillie #pokemon moon hau #pokemon moon Kukui #litten #pikipek #yungoos #my boys #Catniss #Ari #Slimy #Pokemon Nuzlocke #Nuzlocke #Nuzlocke Part 1

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theladydrgn · 6 years ago

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Thanks in no small part to @icibue I just spent the last day crafting RWBY/Pokemon AU headcanons. Please keep in mind that this is 50% funny, 50% serious and 100% self-indulgent!

· Ozpin gives each new student an Eevee egg to hatch and train as part of their course work.

· All the schools give different particular pokemon, Ozpin is just very fond of Eevee because of how much it can ‘change’.

· Mythical and God-like pokes cannot be captured and instead ‘choose’ trainers. Being chosen by such a Pokemon is considered a very high honor but also puts that trainer at risk of being targeted by Salem.

· Xerneas and Yveltal take the place of the God of Light and God of Darkness.

· Celebi chose to be Oz’s partner centuries ago and is always the first to find him again after reincarnation.

· The Xiao-Long family have raised the Kommo-o line of Pokemon for generations and it is customary for a Jangmo-o to be their child’s first Pokemon.

· The Roses were known for raising Roselia and Roserade for show.

· The Honchkrows Ozpin and Qrow have are from the same clutch of eggs.

· Ozpin owns and cares for many pokemon but keeps two teams at the ready. One is a public team that is well known. The other is a private team that contains pokemon he has had through many lifetimes.

· Because of the presence of Pokemon on Remnant, the world is a little safer for everyday citizens, though Grimm ARE attracted to pokemon just like humans.

· The Huntsman Academies teach how to hunt Grimm and how to raise Pokemon.

· Beacon Academy focuses on living in harmony with Pokemon and working together with them. Using pokeballs is optional for Huntsmen who have demonstrated close bonds with their Pokemon.

· Atlas Academy focuses on Pokemon’s use in military tactics and has an extensive breeding program focused on breeding the strongest Pokemon. Pokemon are not allowed to be out of their pokeballs without military sanction.

· Haven and Mistral are well known for their Pokemon Contests and shows. Battling is taught at Haven but definitely takes a backseat to the ‘art’ of raising Pokemon.

· Since law and order is rare in Vacuo, almost anything goes. Having a strong team that can protect you and yours is what gets taught at Shade Academy. Since pokeballs are easily stolen they are very rarely used.

Now for Team Headcanons along with my personal reasoning for why I chose the teams I did. I was getting very tired towards the end of the team building, so I apologize if some teams aren’t as ‘fleshed-out’ as others.

STRQ

Summer Rose

1. Shiny Roserade – Obvious choice honestly

2. Alolan (Menagerie) Cubone – Summer having a poke that lost it’s poke-mom and human mom was too entertaining to not do.

3. Sylveon – Summer being the ‘heart’ of team STRQ

4. Blissey – Since Yang described Summer as ‘super mom’ having a pokemon described at ‘nurturing’ seemed fitting.

5. Gardevoir – The entire Gardevoir line is very sensitive to emotions and I headcanon Summer as being fairly bubbly.

6. Altaria – I didn’t have any super specific reasons for this one. Just seemed like a poke Summer would have ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Taiyang Xiao-Long

1. Jolteon – Jolteon fits Tai’s color scheme. Sue me.

2. Pangoro – A fighting type that doesn’t like it when the weak get picked on

3. Kommo-o – The only fighting dragon pokemon and it just so happens to fit Tai’s color scheme

4. Herdier – I mean, it’s obvious isn’t it?

5. Bewear – Another fighting bear but this one loves hugs

6. Drampa – A dragon that protects kids

Raven Branwen

1. Mandibuzz – Specifically said to hunt ‘weak’ prey

2. Salazzle – Rules over similar pokes and fits Ravens color scheme

3. Weavile – Hunting in small groups to take down larger prey sounds a lot like the Branwen tribe

4. Umbreon – The only Eeveeloution that fit ravens color scheme ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

5. Hydreigon – Brutal and destructive

6. Bisharp – Rules over packs of similar pokes and is called ‘pitiless’

Qrow Branwen

1. Honchkrow – Do you have to ask?

2. Absol – A pokemon said to bring misfortune/bad luck.

3. Umbreon – Fits Qrows aesthetic and the twins having the same Eeveeloution is funny to me.

4. Alolan Marowak – This is actually Summers Cubone evolved and I felt like Summer wouldn’t have brought a young untrained poke on a possibly deadly mission. Also seems fitting that Qrow would take to raising it since Tai would have his hands full raising his own team and the kids.

5. Staraptor – A loner birb that leaves its flock after growing up fits Qrow pretty fucking well.

6. Scrafty – A poke that comes off as rude and actually cares about its loved ones.

RWBY

Ruby Rose

1. Scyther – It has scythes for hands, what’s not to love?

2. Roselia – Wanting to keep Ruby’s family legacy going, Tai gives Ruby a Budew as her first Pokemon

3. Shiny Eevee – I mean silver Eevee… silver eyes… Also, it hasn’t evolved yet cause Ruby and Eevee are unsure of what they want it to be.

4. Rockruff – A pup that turns into a wolf, nuf said (it will probably turn into the midnight form…).

5. Electrike – A speedy boi that gives of showers of sparks as opposed to Ruby’s showers of petals

6. Zigzagoon – Another speedy boi

Weiss Schnee

1. Glaceon – Obvious is obvious

2. Alolan (Atlesian) Vulpix – Pretty snow fox for the pretty ice queen.

3. Dratini – Of course the rich kid would have something really rare

4. Furfrou – Fancy dog for the fancy girl

5. Brionne – A pretty poke that sings? 100% Weiss’s aesthetic.

6. Braixen – You can only have so much blue and white before you need a splash of color and a poke that uses a wand like how Weiss uses her weapon seemed fitting

Blake Belladonna

1. Litten – A cat that like to be solitary and doesn’t often display emotion… sounds like Blake to me!

2. Umbreon – Somehow Umbreon just fits for way too many people but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

3. Purrloin – Cute purple cat

4. Litwick – Blakes shadow clones kinda remind me of a ghosts sooo purple ghost poke?

5. Frogadier – Blake is a ninja. She absolutely needs a ninja Poke

6. Noibat – It’s purple and has great hearing ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Yang Xiao-Long

1. Jangmo-o – It’s a punchy dragon and fits her color scheme ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

2. Makuhita – Yellow, punchy, never gives up

3. Flareon – Yang’s hair literally lights on fire. I would be dumb to NOT give her Flareon

4. Combusken – I mean it’s fire, it’s fighting, and warn when hugged!

5. Rufflet – Ok SO Rufflet and it’s eventual evolution into Braviary fits Yang really well. Rufflet starts out feeling like it needs to prove itself and fighting everything it can (including it’s own parents). After evolving it still fights like a champ, but for more ‘noble’ reasons, aka to protect friends and loved ones.

6. Corphish – JuST hear me out on this one. Corphish are said to be REALLY hardy and able to survive in the worst conditions. They also like to fight a lot.

JNPR

Jaune Arc

1. Growlithe – Friendly and loyal ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

2. Eevee – His Eevee eventually becomes Sylveon because Jaune is a cinnamon roll

3. Buneary – Won the egg from cereal box tops

4. Riolu – Riolu and Lucario are described as loyal and having a very strong sense of justice

5. Honedge – This one has been in has family for a long time

6. Skarmory – Jaune only had a team of 5, but when Pyrrha died her Skarmory was the only survivor and Jaune took it upon himself to raise it.

Nora Valkyrie

1. Jolteon – What did you expect?

2. Rhyhorn – It has the lightning horn ability for obvious reasons

3. Flaaffy – Happy, fluffy, pink, and electric

4. Teddiursa – Cute, loves sweet things, and it’s evolution is a rage bear. Nuf said.

5. Munchlax – They both have bottomless stomachs

6. Woobat – If Nora’s heart cannons are anything to go by, she would love this Pokemon

Pyrrha Nikos

1. Magnemite – Polarity… Magnetism… Magnemite… I’m not very original

2. Eevee – Pyrrha’s Eevee would have become a Jolteon if she were still alive.

3. Skarmory – Steel types really are obvious choices.

4. Nosepass – It’s nose is literally magnetic

5. Victini – With all of the talk of Pyrrha being ‘fated’ for victory, it would be silly to not give her the pokemon that makes that true.

6. Buneary – Pyrrha ended up being given one of the Pumpkin Pete mascots

Lie Ren

1. Espeon – When I think of Ren I think of psychic pokes so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

2. Natu – Calm and cautious like Ren

3. Nincada – Only other ninja poke that isn’t Froakie

4. Espurr – Another calm psychic ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

5. Joltik – A cute little critter to remind him of Nora

6. Zorua – Can hide it’s self which is closeish to Ren’s semblance

Misc.

Ozpin – Public Team

1. Espeon – Espeon’s tail fork is said to be able to sense danger so it makes sense Oz would keep one around.

2. Klinklang – I mean, the gear aesthetic it obvious isn’t it?

3. Mimikyu – I headcanon that Oz can very easily see the worth in literally anyone so giving him a poke that thinks it can’t be loved was a no-brainer

4. Shedinja – Pokemon with no soul VS man with too much soul

5. Honchkrow – Oz having a ‘dark’ pokemon and people think he’s shady? No way! (also, I’m a shipper shhhh)

6. Ninetales – Of course Oz would have a stupidly long lived Pokemon

Ozpin – Personal Team

1. Celebi – Of course the one person who can be found in almost any time period ever would be chosen by the literal time travel Pokemon… Also, Green.

2. Dragonite – Dragonite’s are kind, altruistic, and long lived.

3. Magearna – Man-made poke that has a gear aesthetic ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

4. Metagross – Made from fusing two Metang together.

5. Aegislash – Despite Ozma being a ‘wizard’ he was also a ‘warrior’

6. Zoroark – Uses illusions and would even sacrifice its life to protect loved ones.

#rwby #pokemon #strq #ozpin #jnpr #rwby pokemon au #i spent way too much time on this #but it was fun

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exec proton battles cute trainer over and over again and every time he loses to her mayhaps his views on pokemon changes because of her and how much she cares for her pokemon (he wants her to love and care abt him like how she loves Nd cares for her pokemon 😎😎) pleas make it cute

I don’t think I really nailed the cuteness that well… since Proton is not a good guy lol, but I tried! this ended up being super hard to write since im not used to writing characters like his and I still wanted to make him realistic when it comes to ‘romance’ P:he ended up acting like a teenager, since this fic really only covers the pre-relationship stage I guess. ANYWAYS …. enjoy (*・∀-)☆

Proton _ “annoyance”

The first two or three times the two of you battled, there was only a few specific, stray thoughts running through his head. He lost every single battle he had against you, so of course one thought would be ‘why the hell were you so tough?!’ and another would be how he could possibly get rid of you without anyone knowing about it. He didn’t really want to resort to violence, but you really liked to show up at the worst possible time to battle him and ruin his day/mission.

He really just… never wanted to see you again.

The other two last thoughts that would run through his head were ‘I really don’t want the others to find out.’ and ’UGH, go away.’. Every time you two were finished with your battles, you would release all your pokémon from their balls, glaring at him, daring him to try anything while they were out, and you would begin assessing them, making sure they were fine after such a tough battle. You would pet them gently and smile, and as Proton slinked away he’d mumble under his breath about how annoying you were since he’d be so aggravated by you and your obnoxious affection for your pokéfriends.

The fourth time the two of you had “battled”, he had found you instead of the other way around.While you were innocently wandering around Ecruteak City, he had spotted you a distance away. It was exciting to him, finally being able to get an edge on you when you had proven time and time again to be the stronger trainer. With your back turned he released his golbat and, being true to his cruel reputation, ordered it to fly off and attack you.

There wasn’t much you could have done to dodge the attack,since golbat was such a fast pokémon to begin with, but by the time it flew back to Proton, you only ended up knocked down to the ground, unscathed. If it weren’t for your own pokémon releasing itself from one of the balls on your belt, you probably would’ve been more badly hurt, all thanks to that evil Rocket executive.

To retaliate, your pokémon ended up attacking Proton as well, and after calling it back, his golbat was injured and he had a large bruise forming on his face.

“I- Are you okay?” You had yelled, and before he could answer, he noticed that you were just tending to your protector and not him and boy was he angry.

“Are you kidding?! I’m the one that gets hurt and you ask that thing if it’s okay?!” Although your demeanor could be seen as… cute and lively, which Proton would unwillingly admit to, you were not lively as well as not at all happy.

“Are you kidding? Why would I ask if you were okay?!”

“I- Becau-“

“Go away, Proton!Neither of us are fighting today!” With that, he had turned his tail and ran,leaving you behind, angry beyond words. Usually he would’ve gotten a kick out of seeing you so mad, in a way that he had never gotten you to be before. He was a villain, working for an evil organization, and yet he had silently gotten away, leaving no sarcastic quip behind. The only things running through his mind were all about you, and why he hadn’t been thrilled at what had transpired (without the humongous bruise of course) and why he hadn’t taken full advantage of making sure you would never be a nuisance in his life again.

He couldn’t figure out the answers to all of his sudden questions.

He couldn’t figure it out when you battled him a fifth time,when the fire he had seen you surrounded by before could still be seen blazing in your eyes, letting him know that you were, in fact, still supremely pissed with him. He was given a clue to his questions when you gave one of your tiniest pokémon a kiss on the forehead for a good job, when he noticed he was jealous, of all things.

He couldn’t completely figure it out the sixth time, when you lamented about how many times you had to teach him a lesson, and he remarked about how it was going to be a lot harder to cram any information into his head. You had laughed and called him out for pretty much insulting himself, and your pokémon had laughed too.

“Gee, your camaraderie is… absolutely charming.” Was one of the few sarcastic comments he had made that day towards you.

Fast forward to the present, and he’s mulling in his thoughts when he can, still technically lost about his feelings for you, but it was more like he was refusing to find his way.

“Executive Proton, sir! The pokémon have been rounded up.”

“Great,” he gestures for the grunt to lead him to the area and they begin walking. “We’re making good time. How many have you caught?”

The grunt, obviously delighted that he was chatting with the cool Executive Proton, began talking animatedly.

“We’ve caught at least thirty, sir! We got a lot today,and a lot of them were ones we collected from trainers, so they might even be rare and strong. Those’ll net in a lot of cash.”

“You better not be lying.” Was all he had to say to get the grunt to clam up and walk faster to the location,and when the two of them got there, he could see many pokéballs, with a few even being dusk or heal balls. Obviously, ones caught by trainers.

He thought of you for a moment,and vaguely wondered if you were going to show up anytime soon, as annoying as it would be.

You would storm in, tell him that what he was doing was wrong, and he would tell you it was none of your business.Then, he would lose and continue with his job the next day, still not sorry for whatever he was doing.

In a random scuffle between two grunts, he watched as one of them tripped over and ended up hitting one of the pokéballs, releasing a sentret that immediately began trying to get away. Noticing that his underlings had not made a move to capture it and were only standing around dumbfounded, he spoke.

“I don’t know what you’re waiting for. Capture it!”

Watching a mess that could only be caused by the most idiotic of rocket grunts, he sighed and just let the scene unfold, only slightly amused by how they couldn’t get the poor sentret back into its cage, so to speak. He could list many things better than watching a few idiots run around in a forest field.

His mood quickly changed to anger when one of the grunts threw a rock at the sentret, hitting its mark on the head.

“Hey! I said capture it, not torture it!”

“Hearing that come out of your mouth makes me think it is possible for you to change!” Was what he heard you say before your pokémon flew past him and started to engage in a battle between the grunts hounding the sentret. It wasn’t long before you ran past him as well, releasing your other pokémon to try and take on all the grunts at once, protecting the pokémon stuck in their balls while you were at it.

He had a job to do… he had a boss to try and bring back, and yet he couldn’t really make a move to try and stop you from beating down his subordinates and wrecking his entire mission, again. In fact, he really didn’t want to. The proton before he met you would’ve been okay with the sentret getting hurt. He would’ve been mad that you were here. He wouldn’t feel the tiniest bit of relief when he realized that you would win and bring back the stolen pokémon to their owners.

He gritted his teeth. He wanted his old self back.

“Retreat! Get out of here, and I’ll take care of things!” Was all he could say before all the grunts turned to him and then took off, their pokémon running with them. They wouldn’t question the fact that they’ve seen him lose against you before.

…Silence was all that stood between you and him, eyes locked while you both stood in a field surrounded by pokéballs littered all over the floor, and your team, who were all standing in defense, ready to attack whenever they got the word to.

“They stole one of mine. Are you going to stop me from getting her back?”

He huffed and shook his head, visibly displeased.

“No. Go and grab it and the others since I’m sure that’s what you’ll do.”

“You know me so well.”

You made no move yet, as you continued to look at each other.

“Y’know…” His expression turned even more sour as you started to talk. “I don’t get why you do any of this, but you can… quit anytime.”

You gestured your hand towards the balls on the floor and you let yourself grow concerned over the man in front of you, if only slightly.

“I’ll be here for you when you do. You don’t have to live a life of crime. I could be the… friend to help get you out of it.” There was another awkward pause as he glanced between you and the scene around him.Everything about him said that he would never agree to be with you at all or even change in the slightest, but you were still taking a chance on him. He spoke, his voice harsh.

“Of course, you don’t get why I’m doing this. You don’t know me at all, but I bet in that little mind of yours, you like to think you do.”You flinched at his words. “I’m not a good guy. I’ve done things that I’m sure would make you upset. You think I’d want to be with you?”

You took a step back, surprised for some reason at his words. You knew he wasn’t good, but deep in his heart, you thought…

“Did you think you were getting into my head? Did you think you were changing me?” He took a step forward, towards you. “I didn’t like you from the start. I’d hate to admit that you got me to see your side of things.It would be the toughest words to ever come out of my mouth.”

He groans suddenly, turning around to cover his face in his hands.

“I’m sorry,alright?! I know what I’m doing isn’t good, and yeah, sure, I’m beginning to think I shouldn’t be doing what I’m doing, but I’m not good!” Proton removes his hands and turns his head around, looking at you, his face red in what you think is anger,but would like to hope is also embarrassment. “I hate that you’re making me question what I’ve been doing my entire life, when we’ve only battled before. I wish you’d leave me alone!”

He moves to start running away, back to where his grunts are and to report to the other executives, but you call out to him and catch up.Gripping his wrist, you tug hard and get him to stop with you.

Quickly, you give him a kiss on the cheek, and he can feel your smile on him. He looks at you in shock, only to see you smirk.

“I’ll see you next time.”

And with that, you run back to take care of the scene the rockets caused, leaving him. He wants to yell back that he won’t, but he’s had enough with acting like an idiotic teenager for one day.

‘You’re such an annoyance.’ is one thought that he has running through his head. The other is ‘It’d be nice to get another kiss.’ before he shoves it away and starts running again.

#pokemon #pokemon imagines #executive proton #this was HARD but i like a challenge so gg anon gg #for some reason tumblr totally WRECKED this post #so i apologize if it was hard to read but it should be fixed now #executive proton fics #pokemon fics

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