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fieryfafarfanfics · 5 years ago

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Ecstatic Requiem 2

Cold wind welcomes her presence through the calming, serene caress on her skin. Her head holds up high, chin tilts upwards before a single breath of air is inhale slowly. Hands carefully pressed against the Charizard’s back, Kotone adjusts her position and exhales through her mouth. “What a great day, Charlie!” Her smile beams like a thousand suns. Hazel eyes peek at the purring Kanto fire starter. Slim fingers give little scratches on the places she knows the Pokémon loves, and this only widens her smile once she hears a gentle roar. Beep! Beep! Her attention is then robbed by the sound of her Pokégear. One hand digs into the pocket of her black pants. Upon taking the device out, Kotone feels the Butterfrees in her stomach to see the name on the screen. With a simple swipe of her thumb, she opened the message. Skitty <3: honey, r u done w the boring meetings and stuff? Her hearts skips faster at two things. One: the sole fact that he typed ‘honey’, and two: him.

Quickly fingers start to reply his text. Me: darling! yes I hv ♡(ŐωŐ人) are u done wiping out the other trainers? A few seconds pass by. Beep! Beep! Skitty <3: uuuuugh nope. i still hv 7 more left Warm eyes widen in shock. Me: eh??? theres still more??? Her body leans a bit forward for stability. As for Charlie, upon realizing that Kotone is no longer pressing her palms against her back, she slows down. Skitty <3: yes theres more. n im more annoyd too. i told them im gonna hv a small break rn bt i swear if this keeps going ill just fight the pokemon myself A snort slips out. Me: id love to see that (♡´౪`♡) at least you beat them all right? Skitty <3: uuuuuugh nope She can vividly hear his adorably annoyed groan. Before she can reply, another text beeps in. Skitty <3: 3 trainers surprisingly (and annoyingly) beat me. lucky they arent cocky assholes like ur cousin. Me: im gonna screenshot this to white fyi Skitty <3: ANYWAYS, Laughter bubbles in the chill, orange sky. Skitty <3: those trainers wanna battle u next bt i told them to battle u tmrrw. Me: eh really? i can go there and battle them later tonight tho Skitty <3: no A single eyebrow raises in confusion. Me: why???? (・∧‐)ゞ Skitty <3: coz ur mine tonite If it weren’t for Charlie’s fast reflexes, Kotone probably would have slide down off her back. Flush of red kisses her tanned cheeks. The same cheeks then puff slowly. The long end of her ponytail tickles the side of her neck, and Kotone is at lost on whether the shivers in her body is due to the hair or text. Quickly she texts back. Me: someones possessive (♡´艸`) Skitty <3: u hv no idea hw possessive i can be when it comes to you God, Kotone wants to scream right now. Face now filled with heated swirls, she peeks at the screen. Me: cant wait to find out tonight then (⺣◡⺣)♡* Skitty <3: i hope ur ready then my love Dead! I’m dead! Screams echo in her mind as Kotone bends forward against the Charizard’s back. He’ll be the death of me! Giddy giggles burst from pretty pink lips. Her legs start to wiggle forward and back, obviously catching the attention of her confused Kanto starter. Charlie’s wings continue to flap, but her attention has now been stolen by her excited trainer. A smile of her own curls the edges of her mouth. She knows damn well the only person who could make her trainer act and feel such a way was none other than the redhead. Puffs of light smoke slips out of her nostrils, Charlie emits what can be depicted as a chuckle and flies forward. After letting it out of her system, Kotone carefully sits up straight and releases a long line of air. After texting each other their ‘I love you’s, she tucks the communication device back into her pocket. Her smile now ever present, both hands are brought up to tap each warm cheek. God, she feels so lucky to have him. Slowly her attention comes back to the skies. A nice, orange hue slowly, warmly envelopes the sky. There are less flying-types around as Charlie soars, so peace and quiet truly wraps the trainer’s senses. Hazel eyes cast down, and a soundly gasp escapes pink lips at the sight of a place she hadn’t been to in a while. “Charlie,” she called the Charizard. Magnificent blues meet warm hazels. “Can you bring us down to Ilex Forest?” --- The air always feels fresh whenever she arrives at the place. Arms stretch comfortable to the sides. The air is a bit chillier once she reaches the ground, and Kotone honestly loves the feel of it against her arms and neck. Feeling fatigue being washed away from fresh air alone, she plops her hands to the sides. Eyes turn to her Charizard, right hand now holding the starter’s ball as a silent question if she wants to get back in. With a single nod from Charlie, Kotone flashes a smile and returns her. Ball shrunk and clipped onto the belt of her pants, Kotone then looks around the forest. It has been years since she last stepped foot, but awe and wonderment always splash her face to witness the breath-taking scene. It seems that the forest hasn’t changed a bit, hence it brings back a small twinge of nostalgia in her heart. Her mind wanders as her feet walks around the forest. Sounds of slumbering Hoothoots catch her ears. Sights of Caterpies and Weedles frolicking about opens a box of reminiscences in her heart. Ah how she misses being a teenager again. When she first stepped into the peaceful forest, she was 16 at that time. Soft giggles bubble out when she remembers her famous pigtails and puffy hat. Skitty always hates that puffy hat. Giggles evolve into innocent laughter. She remembers that Azalea Town was the place she had met Silver for the third time. While their early encounters weren’t exactly pleasant in the least, Kotone always treasures each and every memory into her heart. Each memory plays like a movie, and she truly means that literally when she learned Mewtwo has the ability to form one’s memories to a clear, vivid, realistic image. She finds that useful for her future child when they would ask questions such as how she and Silver met. Ah, her face is blushing again. “Geez…” Her heart beats ever so gleefully every time she thinks of him. Again she gives her cheeks little taps. At the same time, her feet has stopped, and it takes Kotone a second to realize that she is standing before the Ilex Forest Shrine. “Oh!” Surprise and amusement trickle pass her tongue. Taking a few steps forward, Kotone gazes at the spectacular shrine. Its design was simplistic as ever, yet bears so many memories and significances for the people of Azalea Town. The wooden pillars remain strong, though now covered in small vines on some ends. A few berries and fruits can be seen; Kotone assumes they were offerings from the people and Pokémon alike for the shrine’s owner. Celebi. The name rings in her head. Wind caresses her arms gently, tracing tickles on the finest hairs on her skin. Every time her thoughts wander to the legendary, Kotone can never forget the story Silver had told her. How he had technically died after saving her. How he was plunged into a cold abyss. How his soul withered, his mind blank from the acceptance of his timely death. She couldn’t imagine the indescribable horror he had gone through when he told her. Just the mere thought of it once brings tears to her eyes. Deep breaths inhaled deep into her lungs. He is fine now, she assures herself. Kotone keeps the reminder firm and planted. Celebi had saved him from his death. Celebi actually rewrote the past in order to keep him breathing again. The Time Travel Pokémon even let Silver meet his mother one last time, giving the dead a proper goodbye before he comes back to the living. Hazel eyes gleam at the stories he told her. Silver… The pain he went through was unimaginable. The life he grew up in was anything but human. To know such a child went through hell on earth at such a young age…her skin prickles at the fearful thought. No human can survive being sane as long as Silver has. Sullen gaze falls on the breath-taking shrine. “Silver…” His name lulls through her lips like a heavy prayer. How she wishes she can go back in time. How she wishes she can help him even before they were properly met. All the words she wants to say for him. All the reassurance she would give to a child who had lost everything. Hands rub up and down her arms. Suddenly, sorrow pops into caution when she hears rustling from behind. Quickly she reaches for Damien’s Pokéball; one heel had turned and sight sharpened to one of wary. “Who’s there?” The noise sounds too heavy for a Pokémon in the area. Kotone would assume it came from a human, probably a trainer going on an adventure just like her before. But the sky above is shrouded in darkness, and it isn’t so wrong to be cautious of any danger that lurks in the night. Especially given from a woman who had gone through hell and once became danger herself. “Kotone?” Once the voice lulls into her ears, Kotone immediately feels her muscle loosen. “Hibiki!” Caution turns to joy. Fingers casually unwrapped around the Typhlosion’s Pokéball. Finally able to walk out of the thick bushes, Hibiki brushes off the dead leaves off his arms and head. “Kotone!” Joy rings just as true as hers. Without hesitance, he briskly walks towards her for an embrace. Arms open wide, the young man hugs her by the shoulders and gives her a little squeeze. “Oh my Arceus, it is you!” “Ya!” Laughter bubbles out of pretty pink lips. She returns his embrace with one of her own. “Wow, what’re you doing here?” Pulling away to look at him, Kotone gives his arms a little shake. “Oof,” he winces slightly, “watch your strength there.” Laughter pops out with a mixture of surprise. Being the Johto Champion really does have its perks. “Anyways, I was just doing some field study.” Once and twice he rolls his arms. Surprise widens a pair of hazels. “Field study? At 8 at night?” He knew she would be shocked by his activities. “Yeah.” Once again he laughs. Grey eyes gleam as bright as his innocent smile. “I usually do my routine check-ups at night, you know. There are some nocturnal Pokémon out and about when I least expect it, so I figured it would be nice to not miss any opportunity there is.” Hands plop comfortably by his sides. “Besides, doing field studies at night really gives me a peace of mind since there aren’t any trainers or so many rowdy Pokémon around.” He has a point, as he always does when it comes to Pokémon research. “I see you’re really excelling in the field.” A proud smile shines upon her lips. “And hey, I also see that the field gave you a great workout too.” Lightly she punches his left arm. Cheeks shroud in pink at the compliment. “Well, I still have a long way to go, though.” One hand scratches the back of his head. “You’re not so bad yourself. I see constant training and battling really put some muscles in you.” His comment is replied with a sweet laugh. As sheepish as he is to receive such compliments from his childhood friend, Hibiki wouldn’t lie that he is in awe of her hidden strength. “Well…” Feeling slight conscious of the compliment of her body, Kotone taps her fingers gingerly. “I gotta stay fit if I want to catch up to younger trainers and defend my title.” “I can see that.” A nod is given. It takes him a few minutes, but realization then hits when he can’t find the presence of another champion. “By the way, Silver isn’t with you?” “Oh,” she chirped, “nah, he’s busy battling trainers at the Indigo League.” “At this hour?” Now it is his turn to have shock plastered on his face. “It’s really late. Shouldn’t the League have like…closing times or something?” A sigh leaves her lips. “It does, but it’s until 10. So for now, as long as there are trainers itching to battle after collecting all the gym badges of Kanto and—or—Johto, the Elite Four and us Champions have to get ready.” Honestly, explaining the concept alone is tiring. But much to no one’s surprise, she still manages to defend her title for 8 years. True, Silver has beaten her more times that she kept count, but she also has taken back her title from him many times than one can keep tally. In the end, Lance, the Elite Four, and the Indigo League management agreed to have two separate champions reigning on each region. It’s quite adorable when she thinks about it; the Champion of Kanto and Champion of Johto are the loving, fearsome husband and wife couple. “So anyways,” Another sigh slides off her mouth, “I’m just here walking around in Ilex Forest, getting some fresh air.” Hazel eyes look at the shrine behind her. “And of course, looking at the shrine behind me.” Hibiki doesn’t say much, instead nods in understanding. “I see…” Lower lips juts in thought, he gives his attention to the holy place before him. “Well, if you don’t mind, I’d love to keep you company. It’s been a while since we’ve hanged out.” A few steps are taken until he stands next to her. His smile widens at her acceptance. “Thanks, Hibiki.” She doesn’t mind the company. In truth, she misses her best friend as well. Suddenly, before any of them could actual start a conversation, a bright light beams a few steps away from them. The shock and light briefly dazzle them both. One has his arms shielded in front of squinted eyes. One once again grips her starter’s Pokéball while shielding her eyes with one hand. “W-What’s going on?!” Fear of the unknown pierces his tone. None answers his question, though the light unfortunately shines brighter and brighter. “I don’t know.” Through gritted teeth she replies. A Pokéball has been unclipped from her belt, but the blinding ray causes her to flinch in her place. Luckily, no heat nor chill harms them both. But with confusion and fear overpowering them, Kotone lightly curses under her breath as she tries to get her body to move. “…bi—” Irises shrink in the middle of hazels when she hears a faint sound. “…C…e…bii—” That sound! She knows that sound! The owner of the holy shrine. The guardian of the forest. The saviour of Silver’s life. While Kotone herself has never met the Time Travel Pokémon personally, she knows it in her heart that this strange light was Celebi’s doing. “Cele—bi—” The name slurs out in broken hisses. Trying to find and reason with the tiny legendary, Kotone tries to scoot one foot forward. The light, to her dismay, only gets brighter and brighter, almost rivalling the sun. Hoping to Arceus that her next action won’t blind her, Kotone sucks in a deep breath and drops her hands. Hazel eyes—though in pain of the menacing gleam—manage to spot the green shape of the creature who is causing glimmering commotion. “Please sto—!” Before any words could be breathed out, the light—along with the two baffled humans—disappear in a blink.

#Soulsilvershipping #Trainer Kotone #Rival Silver #Pokemon HGSS #Pokemon #ecstatic requiem #tadaaaa #ill see if i can update chapter 4 tonight ehee #kotone #hibiki

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lovvegood-a · 5 years ago

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she had this weird habit of being herself all the time ; that’s why not everyone liked her

hunter schafer : transwoman : she/her : student : the wind by pj harvey ϟ did you see luna lovegood ? you know, 21 year old halfblood who is in ravenclaw . some say she can be quite innovative but are known to be blunt. they have publicly declared they are aligned with the order . maybe that’s why they remind me of green grass tickling bare feet, spring flowers, locking hands with the ones you love, a watery moon against a morning sky. ϟ penned by mar : 22 : gmt+2 : she/her

LINKS – pinboard, stats. CHARACTER PARALLELS – orla mccool ( derry girls ), allison dufresnes ( the little friend ), phoebe buffay ( friends ), misty day ( ahs: coven ), dale cooper ( twin peaks ), murray bauman ( stranger things ) HEYO – just a little heads up that there’s some triggers in here ( mainly death, trauma and dissociation ) but i will trigger warn them at every bulletpoint they come up in. also hi!!! i’m mar and this is my daughter luna eeek.

backstory

the first nine years of luna’s life were nothing short of happy. growing up with free minded parents --- a mother who invented spells and who dared to expand possibility and a father who wrote about things others thought untrue and silly without ever doubting them --- was a carefree ordeal. if luna wanted to paint on the walls, she was given supplies. if she had a question, she got all the answers she needed. her home twisted and curled and twirled and luna danced herself dizzy while skipping stairs, ran through the grass around her home until all the colours started to bleed. she grew radishes and plums and potatoes in her backyard, listened to her father’s teachings and her mother’s advice, wrote stories and read more. life was good, carefree, an ideal world to grow up in.

DEATH TW, TRAUMA TW / and then, at nine years old, her mother died. luna watched a spell backfire, saw a flash, heard a bang, and then she was hammering on her mother’s chest, screaming for her father to come help, screaming at her mother to wake up. death happened both incredibly quickly and slowly, and luna didn’t understand what was happening, except for one thing: her mother was gone, one way or another.

luna didn’t know what to do with this sudden loss, with this gap, with the memories of a flash and a bang. she grew quiet and good at being on her own, and started painting more and more. she combated flashbacks during the day, only to have them at night as she slept. she clung to the idea that her mother would return one day ( which she still believes ), but it was taking so long --- every day she would wake up and her mother would still be gone.

luna was traumatised, but it would take years for her to figure it out. the years before she left for hogwarts were hard. she was lonely, in a different way that she would be once she arrived at school. her dynamic with her father shifted. luna learned how to look after herself. she made herself cups of warm milk when she couldn’t sleep and cooked her father dinner and tried to understand what death was, exactly. no books answered her questions. her father couldn’t, either. death was inexplicable, and that was frustrating, because there seemed to be an answer to everything, especially in her world. END OF TWS

luna came out as trans when she was ten to her father, and he took her hands and didn’t let go all the way through. he didn’t question her. he accepted her, because that was what he had always done, and he found options and steps to take and listened, listened, listened.

luna loves her father. so much. she always has, always will.

she was homeschooled in her teen years, spending time on her father’s side, helping him with the quibbler, and spending more time on her own, reading books and exploring her tiny world step by step. luna lived quite an isolated life, in all honesty, but she didn’t mind? she didn’t really feel lonely, or even knew what that would feel like. there was her dad, and the stray animals that were always around, and sometimes friends of her dad, and no, maybe not a lot of people her age --- but she didn’t mind. i want to link this quote from it because it just! rly reminds me of this.

luna left for hogwarts, both scared and worried for her father ( now all alone in their tall home ) and excited for all the opportunity that was waiting for her there. luna was sorted into ravenclaw very quickly, the hat barely taking any time, and a new chapter began. she noticed that she was odd — or, actually, other people noticed that she was and told it to her, and she shrugged her shoulders and kept moving on. luna was somewhat reclusive, or at least used to being on her own. she did learn what loneliness was, then, but she still didnt see a reason to befriend people who looked down on her beliefs. she didn’t mind being called loony, but when her belongings started to disappear, she grew angry, deep down. she let most comments and acts of cruelty slide off her back, but when a bad word was muttered about her father ( who she already worried so so much about ), she was prone to explosion.

so luna stuck to herself, her guns and her beliefs. she devoured books and walked the hogwarts grounds and connected to a few people here and there. luna’s skin grew thicker. she grew prouder.

regarding the triwizard tournament & currently

after harry returned from the maze with cedric, luna spent no time doubting his words. she saw what she saw, and the prophet and ministry are doing what they’ve always done: they lie. that’s something she’s known all her life ( thanks xeno! ) and something that’s just being reaffirmed.

DISSOCIATION TW / it’s scary, though, this reality --- but luna feels an urgency for what seems like the first time in years. ever since her mother’s death, luna has felt a disconnection. to herself. to the world. everything feels like a hazy dream much too often, and it’s something that she’s never really been aware of, but it’s kept her from engaging. from being more present. it’s protected her from the trauma that’s still haunting her head. this war, it both triggers her dissociation and seems to dissolve it. whereas before, she seemed to be stuck in a constant haze, she now goes in and out of it. it’s making her aware of what’s going on in her head, but it’s mostly making her aware of the world around her.

this is what pushes her to join the order. to join the fight. luna feels an urgency, and she’s angry, because injustice is something that enrages her. she’s scared and angry and feels so fucking alive, and it’s strange, that it takes this for her to feel less lonely and more alive. END OF TW

personality & details

luna is such a fashion icon, i cannot press this enough. holy. shit.

i just ... realised it’s the 00s. luna def wears dresses over jeans.... sighs. IMAGINE LUNA IN A JUICY TRACKSUIT JUST. IMAGINE!

and like it’s not like luna ... adheres to fashion trends at all, but still. i think ‘03 fashion rly suits luna bc it’s so bad sdjkfhskdjf

luna loves the stars and the moon and the skies and she’s endlessly intrigued by it because —— there are so many unanswered questions! same goes for deep sea, tbh. she wants to go scuba diving so badly as well! the muggle way!

i just want to let u all in on my headcanon that luna and binns ... have had a lot of discussions because luna just thinks that a lot of the things they’re taught in history are WRONG. this conspiracy theory filled kid just goes in and says “that didn’t happen” and i swear binns probably wants to die a second time every time she denies factual information (but then ... the history being taught in school being wrong? or at least very much biased? not unheard of. she has a POINT. well. sometimes.) the founders, for example? a hoax. a fable!

she constantly gets rly bad grades on her essays tho LMAO it’s an Issue. i bet that flitwick is so TIRED.

idk i probs have more to say but i cant remember and i need to go out and do groceries fjsdkjfhdsf

#hqc:intro

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