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chaoticgeminate · 2 years ago

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Cloud Nine (iv)

Summary: Returning home to Paldea to retire, after living a life known as the "Champion of Champions" brings you back to an old friend -now a new love- with dark secrets who need your help.

Pairing: Javi G x f!Reader

Rating: T (Any smut is going to be implied only)

Notes/Warnings: Nothing major, this story is going to be fairly light hearted, though I will be using some of the wild Pokédex entries as reference for a few scenes.

Written for @yearofcreation2023

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and we'll ride off into the sunset (5k)

“Thank you Red, Professor Oak, you two have a good evening.” As the video call disconnected you leaned back in your seat and resisted the urge to groan, going through all of Lucas’ employee lists had revealed that there were a large number of his criminals that came from regions outside of Paldea. His goal had been to gain control over Paldea first and then slowly spread his influence, which was about what you’d expected, but the other Pokémon Leagues had actually been forced to sit up and take action with this new evidence.

Kanto had been the first to respond positively to your calls, with Red and Professor Oak both showing no hesitation to ensure the Kantonian criminals were put into prison where they belonged. Lance, in Johto, had been the next to respond favorably and even came to escort the Johtonese Rocket members back to their home region. The others had been exceedingly reluctant, though Leon’s reluctance stemmed from his poor sense of direction and being so new to his role of Champion, but caved in the end as more and more evidence piled up against their regions.

Confirmation that the last of the criminals had been locked up, hopefully for good, meant that this was officially over. Javi had been detained too, which was to be expected since he’d technically kept quiet about his family’s plan to bring the defunct Team Rocket back into power, but his involvement in starting their take-down was being considered to lighten his sentencing. You’d been under investigation as well, given that you’d traversed the world only to come back and start a relationship with Javi, but proving your own innocence was surprisingly easy after you submitted your Rotom Phone for their search warrant and they found nothing tying you to Team Rocket outside of putting them behind bars.

“All done?” You looked up to see Grusha and Katie, carrying hot drinks and a tray of treats, and your relieved groan made both of them chuckle fondly. Dramatically you draped your upper body over your desk and faked a few sobs, though you absolutely did take a few snacks from the tray once it was set down because you hadn’t realized how damn hungry you were, and that made Katie release an even louder laugh as you shoveled a pastry or two into your mouth with little care about how graceful you looked.

“Poor thing, have you eaten anything since Javi was taken in?” You opened your mouth to argue that, yes you had, only to close it and realize that you hadn’t. The lack of response on your end earned a soft look full of sympathy, your stress levels had been through the roof because Javi refused to allow you to use your position as the Champion to get him out easily. He wanted the citizens of Paldea to trust him -which you understood completely as much as you hated it- so he wanted to go through the entire court process, even if that ended up with him in prison for any length of time.

“I don’t- I can’t lose him now that I’m finally back.” A soft sound of sympathy escaped Grusha as the young man reached out to hold your hand, all the work you’d been doing had kept you busy and kept you from thinking about what happened and what was happening in court. Now that it was done you realized that all you could do was wallow, was hope that people understood Javi’s intentions had always been good, you needed them to see he’d waited for you to come back because he’d needed the ability to guarantee your safety after Lucas’ threats against you.

His surrender of all his own business records, his Rotom phone, his computer, everything had to count for something!

“It’s going to work out.” Katie’s firm positivity was something you envied, you wanted to be positive but you really didn’t know how you could.

Rotom buzzed with mirth as he zipped around the clearing, you’d turned off the device and allowed the little Pokémon inside of it some freedom -as you did often- for the day. The last two weeks had been hard for you now that you had legal responsibilities on top of your general League duties, like ensuring the Gym Leaders were up to snuff, and you spent a lot of your free time watching the news broadcasts for any updates on the Team Rocket trials. Poppy, as a child mixed up in all of this, was being sent to live with an Aunt from her mother’s family in the Orange Islands; meaning you were also looking for another person to add to the Elite Four as well.

Due to the vast number of Team Rocket members that had been part of law enforcement, and the legal process as a whole, things across Paldea had come to a grinding halt. The League season delayed two months and every Uva Academy student asked to return to the school and put their Treasure Hunt on hold, stolen Pokémon were being tracked down and returned to their owners, and the League was assisting in that as well. Except for you, of course, because you were busy preparing to meet with the region’s politics of media and privacy laws.

After the media caught wind that you’d enlisted children in your investigation the reporters had swarmed any student they could find, another big part of why Director Clavell had decided to call everyone back to the Academy, and the number of children that had reported feeling cornered and threatened to answer questions had skyrocketed to a worrisome degree. As you read over the rough draft of the complaints, and what the law might entail if put into effect, you wanted to scream over how much legal jargon you’d been forced to learn in order to get this far.

Larry had been the one to sit and listen to draft after draft, revision after revision, until he gave you a green light on the wording.

The beach behind your mother’s house was quiet after she outright exploded on countless members of the press that had tried to come hunting you down for a story, watching her scold them like naughty children into slinking away had been well worth the excess coddling and fussing she’d had in store for you upon returning home. The goal had been to keep yourself busy so you didn’t spend all day checking for news updates, or rushing to find a television, it was why you’d let Rotom out of the device as a way of forcing yourself to not continue to wallow.

As you closed your eyes, the weight of everything sort of hitting you at once, you could feel the way your mind blanked. When was the last time you’d managed to sleep, truly sleep, and not just drift in and out of consciousness? Poe, who was curled up in your lap, didn’t seem too upset as you laid the stack of papers back in your bag and reclined in the beach chair; the rest of your team was nearby too and with the warmth of the sun and the cool breeze tempering the heat you drifted off.

What stirred you awake wasn’t the warm body shifting you to curl up with you on the two seater lounge chair, it wasn’t Poe’s little trill of joy, or even the familiar cologne and even more familiar arms holding you close. When you did stir it was to the motions of your sturdy pillow breathing deep, the faint snore that your brain knew on a deeper level than any consciousness, the feeling of soft linen against your cheek and sturdy legs tangled with yours in all too familiar of a hold. You blinked and stared at the incredibly vivid orange shirt, glanced up at the patchy facial hair and outline of loose fluffy curls, and in your haste to sit up and stare at him your hand pressed hard into Javi’s ribs and his snore turned to a wheeze of surprise.

“Javi!” He blinked away his sleep and grunted when you threw yourself back onto him, unable to stop the way you basically smothered him in your excitement and his arms looped around you to squeeze you just as tightly. Javi’s hand rubbed your back as the first round of tears started and he sniffled quite loudly above you, just as emotional as you were, while Poe and Arizona cuddled together with their ribbons twined together on the sand.

“Mi amor, it was hard to track you down, Mama called me and told me you were here.” Your mother had clearly been paying attention to the news to be able to call him the moment he had his Rotom Phone back, you’d have to make sure you treated her to the best vacation in gratitude.

“I just wanted to get away from the cameras for a while, and I’ve been working on proposing privacy laws for the kids. It’s just been a lot.” Javi kissed the crown of your head and hummed, you knew if you looked up at him his eyes would be misty but right now you were just happy he was here.

“I heard, it is very impressive indeed. I am proud of you for doing what you can to protect the students who are coming after you in this region, they deserve someone looking out for their ability to go around without getting accosted by reporters trying to get a story.” Javi tipped your chin up to kiss you, making you smile against his lips, and he tapped his nose to yours before shifting to just lay on his back. The top half of the buttons on his shirt were open and you couldn’t help but trace the wide display of his chest when you raised yourself over him, wanting to just recline on him, and Javi smiled as you did just that.

“I was very fortunate, people let me tell my side of the story and didn’t make any hard accusations after it was revealed how many times I had attempted to anonymously report Lucas and my father for their plans only for it to fail due to their influence. I had known some of the police had been bought out but I had not known -at the time after you left- that they had the Chief of Police under their wallet as well.” You nodded once and were glad that Javi had kept all the records he had, of all the times he’d tried to do the right thing, and his hand rested against the back of your head as the two of you just enjoyed the sun together.

Your conversation shifted from the court case to the outcome, Lucas was going to be put into prison for a very long time and his pokémon were going to undergo rehabilitation to live in the wild. Every member of Team Rocket that had joined by choice had prison sentences of varying lengths and bans on owning any pokémon as well, and you could only hope that they truly learned their lesson rather than decided to bide their time to try and come back.

Javi was just as happy as you expected of him when you’d mentioned tracking down the stolen pokémon and reuniting them with their trainers, as well as arresting and imprisoning those who knowingly purchased stolen pokémon, and as the two of you just relaxed together you felt the anxiety and stress finally start to leave you knowing that he was safe.

Geeta had taken on the position of the Steel Type trainer for the Elite Four as a temporary measure with this League Season coming to a close, you being home meant that an interim Champion wasn’t necessary and with Geeta serving as the Steel Type trainer it allowed Addie to face her anyway. Addie had plowed through them all with determination, wit, and strength; the bonds she had with her team were strong and you felt the arena go quiet as you waited for your entrance. You’d been against something flashy and over the top but the coordinators had wanted to do something like Galar and make it big, to celebrate the win over Team Rocket, and Javi had gone as far as buying the outfit you were wearing today.

The lovely patterned button-down was a mosaic of colors, reminding you of the Mesagoza tiling, paired with bright white slacks that were high waisted; you tucked the shirt in and kept a good portion of the buttons undone, showing off some of your black bra underneath and your black flats were comfortable and stylish. You had your pokéballs on your belt and a flashy new watch on your wrist, feeling like this was it. No matter what happened, no matter who won, you felt like you could breathe because everything was finally right.

“Presenting our challenger, the newest graduate of Uva Academy and the Second in Command to Operation Rocket Fall, a hero of Paldea everywhere! Addie Cage!”

The crowd roared with excitement for the girl as she stepped out onto the field, you could see from the screen the way she waved happily and greeted everyone. The way she shaped her own future, not following her father’s path into fame by films or her mother’s path into fame through music, the teen was carving her way into the spotlight in the same path you walked and you were proud of her for it. The platform under your feet trembled and you sighed, putting a determined expression on your face, and one glance at the screen as it moved over the crowd showed Javi sitting with Jacq and the rest of the staff from the Academy as well as the Gym Leaders.

“Now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for! Our Champion of Champions, hero of Paldea, the leader of Operation Rocket Fall and the greatest pokémon trainer to come out of our region! Let me hear you make some noise!”

Your name became a chant on the crowd as the platform raised, the smokescreen hiding you as an ice beam was shot overhead and exploded into the smallest shards to reflect prisms into the spotlight, and your hand raised as Poe stood at your side. The arena’s sound levels were through the roof and Addie smiled at you across the way, your own mouth curling up as you offered her a mock salute. You stepped closer to the center of the ring and offered your fist, letting Addie bump hers to yours.

“Ready to see how you stack up to the Champion?” You watched the way Addie grinned, her smile bright as she nodded, and you couldn’t help but reach out to tug on the brim of her hat before winking and heading back to your position as she did the same. Music exploded through the loudspeakers and you weren’t surprised to see that Addie was ready to go right off the bat. Her Salazzle was likely meant to counter Poe, given his fairy typing, but you weren’t starting with your first ever pokémon and Addie’s eyes sparkled as your Pawmot -Mittens- greeted you with a trilling cry.

Despite his little legs your Pawmot wasn’t a competitor to laugh at, proven when you commanded him to blast his opponent with a thunderbolt, and Addie’s quick thinking to counter the burst of electricity with acid spray to stop the bolt by giving it a new target. As Salazzle darted in for a fire lash you commanded Mittens to dig underground, the rocks and dust kicking up as he avoided the attack by going below, while Salazzle used poison gas to crate a cloud of noxious fumes around her.

From below ground Mittens, at your sharp command, used rain dance to trigger a gathering of clouds above that turned into a storm. The gas and any fire type moves were weakened enough that Mittens exploded from the hard ground, hitting Salazzle hard, and as you commanded him to use thunder it was Addie’s sharp command of protect that reduced the impact of the powerful electric strike. You grinned at the play and had Mittens go for a close combat since Salazzle’s protection was broken.

The acid spray was diluted from the rain but you knew that Mittens was still going to need an antidote because even with his successful attack you could tell he’d been poisoned. His little body swayed slightly before he shook his head and chirped, drumming his little chest like he was defying the fact that he was poisoned, and Salazzle hissed as she moved in for a fire lash. The thunder that Mittens called down right as his opponent got close enough was blinding and you watched as both Pokémon fainted in the aftermath.

You kissed Mittens’ pokéball and promised you’d treat him soon as you sent out your Clodsire as Addie’s Tatsugiri made an appearance on the field, the little orange water dragon making you smile as it growled in defiance of its opponent. You were a little surprised she hadn’t called on her Quaquaval, since he had a secondary typing as fighting and would have a move advantage over a ground type, but you suspected she was saving her starter for Poe.

“We’re gonna wash you away!” Addie’s confidence made you grin, the kind of crazed smile of excitement knowing that you were in for a spectacular battle.

Javi watched as Galena faced Tatsugiri, your Clodsire was a powerful tank of a pokémon after the years of training and sparring, and he couldn’t help but marvel at the way Addie used the water portion of the arena to her advantage with a series of water pulses in order to stack dragon dance and give itself a power up. But Galena hadn’t been idle and using several gunk shots on the water itself to steadily taint the environment before using protect to avoid falling victim to the hydro pump meant to take her out. Addie’s command for an outrage was smart but the moment Tatsugiri exited the water it was clear that the poison had gotten into its little system.

Beside him Nic was shouting his daughter’s name, cheering her on, and Javi couldn’t help but smile because Addie truly was proving to be one of the best competitors you’d faced in a long time. Her bond with her pokémon was strong, it showed when Tatsugiri shook off the poison long enough to land a powerful chilling water on Galena and KO your second choice. It was clear you were having a good time, Javi was one of the only people who knew every variety of a smile you could make and while some might see yours as borderline dangerous he knew that in reality you were buzzing with adrenaline.

Your third choice was Riki, the Farigiraf had been a new addition to your team not long before you became Champion but in a short time you’d formed a lasting bond with him, and Riki was raring to go. The twin beam that he used was strong enough on the first blow to KO the little water dragon and Addie just nodded, knowing that Tatsugiri had pushed through for her. Watching her Houndstone bark as he made his appearance, an almost direct and obvious counter to Riki’s normal and psychic typing, all Javi could do was smile.

Ghost moves would be ineffective, it was the dark type moves that you’d have to watch out for, but he wasn’t at all surprised when you used your go-to combo with Riki. Agility for speed and a barrage of shadow balls as the larger pokémon galloped around the canine ghost, only interrupted by the stomping tantrum that Addie used to crack the hard terrain and allow her Houndstone to set up for a snarl and crunch combo. But you’d been ready with a thunder wave and twin beam combo to take advantage of the brief paralysis.

Addie called back her KO’d ghost type and huffed, all while Riki stomped his feet ready to face whatever challenge came next.

Kilowattrel was fast, wicked fast, and Javi was biting his nails as the avian pokémon wove around the attacks you tried to use in order to take it down; agility was off the table now that the terrain was split up enough to risk Riki hurting himself navigating it. But watching you use thunder wave made him almost shout, worried about the volt absorb ability that was common to Kilowattrel, only to gasp when your opponent was slowed.

“Your Kilowattrel is a wind power variety? Good.” The confidence you had, and your knowledge of pokémon ability classifications, was another reason Javi was sure that you had been able to take on the toughest opponents and come out on top. The fact that you’d been willing to test your opponent, to take the risk, made him cheer as Nic groaned softly when Riki clipped the slowed pokémon with his twin beam. But Addie was not here to surrender easy and after kicking up a hurricane, going so far as to make sure the poisoned water was caught up in the raging winds, she used discharge to create a wide range attack that wasn’t able to be dodged.

Instead you opted to use shadow ball like a shield and had Riki shoot several large ones, the volatile energy connecting and breaking apart the electric currents enough that they were severely weakened. Addie went for a brave bird as you had Riki charge another shadow ball and the impact of the two was a burst of energy that led to a double KO. You still had the advantage, three pokémon to Addie’s two, but Javi had a feeling the younger Cage had saved her heavy hitters for the end.

Sneaky ran a frantic circle when he made his appearance as Addie sent her Clodsire out, your eyes narrowing slightly in consideration, and Javi realized this was where you were going to need to be careful. Sneaky had a type disadvantage even though his costume acted like a substitute at least once, and Sugar was going to be struggling with the ongoing spray of water from the slowly fading hurricane. Poe would have to be the one to face against Addie’s Quaquaval, since Sugar would have a type disadvantage, but Clodsire wasn’t a weak pokémon.

You felt like you were running hundreds of calculations with each second that passed, paying attention to Addie’s assault with earthquake and venoshock as Sneaky used shadow sneak and light screen to avoid and negate damage while you came up with a strategy. Sugar’s fire and ghost typing was a wash against Quaquaval unless you could set up torch song at least once or twice, the water and fighting type wasn’t the worst match up but it wasn’t great for you either. You had an opening when Addie’s Clodsire went to set up a yawn and used sunny day to set up for Sugar and wipe away the hurricane remnants.

Addie made a noise of irritation that you could hear from your side of the field, you remembered back then when terrain and status moves were something you often avoided using too, and suspected that she didn’t have a direct counter. With the warmth drying out the ground quickly you jumped on the distraction to get a psychic out, one of the few direct counters you had to poison typing, and watched as Clodsire tanked the hit only to lob a venoshock and acid spray in succession that slowed your little buddy down.

Sneaky hissed and you commanded another psychic knowing that play rough wasn’t going to help here, while your little ghost worked to run away from the poison attacks that Addie was chaining in an attempt to catch him off guard. Sneaky wasn’t able to withstand the poison though, likely the strong toxicity from the double direct attack, and you resisted the urge to curse as Sugar roared when you sent him out. Your Skeledirge was your second ever pokémon, your gift from Uva Academy for entering, and he’d been by your side for decades now.

Sugar was likely capable of winning it all -because you weren’t going to just let Addie win to retire- but that was reliant on how many times you could chain torch song without interruption. Clodsire was slow though and you could tell Addie didn’t have any water type moves in her repertoire for him, it gave you a solid chance. As soon as you commanded it you watched Addie’s jaw shift, the way she clearly tried to calculate her choices. It was obvious to use earthquake here but Sugar’s torch song was more than enough to disrupt the attack, making you grin as he set up the second one.

Clodsire tried to set up a yawn but the second torch song cut through the attempt and you were starting to feel more confident now for Quaquaval to make his appearance. All you needed was one more torch song to guarantee that Sugar’s attack power -which was amplified by the move itself and by the weather effect you’d put up- would be boosted enough to possibly just take out the water type with a few good blows. Knowing he’d be slow back then had led to you training up his speed, which was the best move you could have made, because people underestimated Sugar’s speed and movement all the time.

It was a grueling battle between Clodsire and Sugar, the two trading off attempts at heavy hitting blows, but Addie’s little tank proved to be resilient enough to KO your boy before it went down too and you held Sugar’s pokéball tightly and whispered about how proud you were of him. You made a mental note to treat all of them to the best sandwiches, a long picnic, and lots of cuddles for doing so well.

“Are you ready, Poe?” Beside you your Sylveon, your first ever pokémon, your partner since the very beginning barked once and jumped into the arena as Quaquaval made its appearance. You had a type advantage and an experience advantage, though you were lacking some of the surprise since videos of your battles against the Elite Four had been posted everywhere. But that, you decided, was just fine. Addie met your gaze across the battle field and you nodded, ready to finish it here.

As you grabbed your Tera orb you watched Addie do the same, boosting her water-type moves given Quaquaval’s water Tera type, and you watched the way her teeth grit together when Poe’s grass Tera typing was revealed.

The arena was going crazy and you turned to look at Javi when he ran down from the stands, smiling fondly when he captured you in his arms for a hug, and Arizona let out a soft trill as she curled around the exhausted form of Poe as your partner made his way back to your side. Addie walked over, cradling the pokéball of her defeated Quaquaval, and you pulled her into a tight hug. “You did so well, I think next League season I’ll have to really watch my back. A little more experience under that belt of yours and I’m done for.”

“You better believe it!” Hearing her confident reply, knowing that her spirit wasn’t dimmed by the defeat at all, made you grin and turn her over to her parents as the ring announcer declared you to be the reigning Champion still. You glanced at Javi, who was smiling, and he held your hand high up in the air the same way he’d done all those years ago when you’d first been named the Champion. It felt bittersweet, you were ready to retire from all of it, but there was still a lot for you to do as the Champion now that you’d been all over and seen some of the flaws in how the regions protected their upcoming trainers.

Being able to work one-on-one with Addie to help her have a better footing for when -because you knew it wasn’t an if question- she defeated you would be best. Addie’s friends crowded her, cheering on her battle skills, and you made the choice to level up and train a new team for the next League season. To relive your adventure of catching and training a team from the ground up, to face Addie on more equal footing, and to rejoice being home.

\“Are we going to be going on an adventure, mi amor?” The fact that Javi knew you well enough to tell what you were thinking was just proof of how close the two of you really were.

“Yeah, as soon as League season starts again I’m going to start over to face Addie and any other challengers on more equal footing.”

“I cannot wait to spend more time under the stars with you.” Javi squeezed your hand gently, the closing ceremony was more a formality as they placed the Champion Medallion on your neck, and you followed Addie and her friends out of the arena where they eagerly discussed classes that would happen until the next season rolled around. You turned and kissed Javi gently, making him smile into the kiss, and headed for the pokémon center to heal your team up.

Before you could get mobbed by reporters you let Javi call a flying taxi to get you both back to your place, to just get away from it all for today, and you were ready to start your new chapter with him now that you had the time and chance to do so. In a few short months you’d be traveling all over Paldea again, just like you had when you were ten, but right now you curled up with your boyfriend and let him whisper words of love and pride into the crown of your head as you thanked the stars that he was able to be here with you like this.

The dawn of your retirement would come, but for now you still had work to do.

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luxrayblues · 2 years ago

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WIP - Requests and Directory

My requests are: OPEN!

My Ko-fi for tips and commissions~

Btw you can always message me to chitchat about stuff I'm pretty open :3

Please note this is a WIP and I will be adding more/updating. Feel free to ask for characters outside of those listed below as I may be able to write for them I just forgot to add them! :) Feel free to ask any questions also.

Note: I prefer to write without gender-specific terms however you can feel free to ask for specifics, especially when it comes to NSFW

What I will Write: NSFW, SFW, Angst, etc. Most anything with adult characters. Canon X Reader, POLY

What I will not write: NO NSFW/Suggestive with minor chars. No animals/pokemon nsfw. No extreme fetishes. Canon X Canon. Real People. (I will do canon x canon if you comm me but not any of the other things listed here)

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I can write for more than these and plan to, I just haven't put up the others yet!!

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PLEASE feel free to ask if there's a character not listed on here!

Character list and a directory of what I've done below the cut~

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Fics:

Jacq x reader | SFW : Substitute | Tangled

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tvitr · 1 year ago

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Lord help me the train to Rarepair Hell just keeps chugging 🫠

#finally making art for this ship lmao the first part of the fic is ALMOST done #hope to get it up soon #pokemon scarvi #gym leader grusha #gym leader katy #pokemon grusha #pokemon katy #grusha pokemon #katy pokemon #grusha x katy #katy x grusha #brumatashipping #or that's what merrydreaming on ao3 is calling it and they're responsible for 100% of the content for it so lmaoooo #grusha #my art #pokémon #gym leaders

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charcadett · 2 years ago

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Hiiii! I love your work!! Here's my request, maybe it's a bit silly but I think this could be funny.

How would the Gym Leaders respond to their s/o being tipsy/drunk?

OOOOH this is very funny. Full disclosure, I don’t drink often. Like maybe three times a year. So this is based on my limited experience. Hope you enjoy!!

CW: Alcochol

Gym Leaders With Their Drunk S/O

Katy

She’s also rather tipsy herself as she hangs off your arm and giggles. It’s no fun drinking by yourself! The two of you stumble after each other, barely able to speak through mouthfuls of laughter, and the kisses she keeps pressing against your cheeks. Katy’s an affectionate drunk. She finds it romantic when you share a drink, two straws from the same glass. I hope you like fruity drinks, they’re her favorite.

Brassius

He links his arm with you to keep your footsteps even. The last thing he wants is you tripping and falling on your face. Ushers you to bed, with a glass of water and a bottle of tylenol, before making his way into the studio for the night. Secretly, he is quite pleased to have the opportunity to pull an all-nighter. As much as he feels warm when you worry him into a good nights sleep, he enjoys the inspiration he gets under the stars. What you don’t know won’t hurt you,

Kofu

His tolerance is greater than most others, which you knew, but still insisted on trying to drink him under the table. Kofu gives you a pat on the back, pays your tab, and carries you home on his back with a booming laugh and a few teasing remarks. You wake the next morning to a pounding headache and a greasy breakfast. Kofu hasn’t slowed at all. No fair.

Grusha

He sighs and acts like keeping an eye on you is some Atlas sized burden he has to bear. In reality, he can feel his ego growing each second you slur over a compliment or plop your head against his shoulder. Grusha takes you outside in the snow and snickers as you complain. Come on, the snow’s supposed to sober you up, y’know? Grusha will make fun of your drink of choice despite being incapable of taking a shot without gagging.

Tulip

Another Gym Leader with an incredibly high tolerance. You’re giggling and red in the face while Tulip stares adoringly at you, absent-mindedly stirring her drink. You can tell when she’s tipsy. Tulip gets much more open with PDA. Cupping your face, she tells you how sweet you are as you melt. For some reason, you wake up in a blanket fort in the living room of Tulip’s apartment. The two of you crawl into the bathroom for some water and headache medication.

Ryme

She takes this opportunity to push you on stage to do some karaoke. You get to see her on stage, now it’s her turn. Sing your heart out, babe, Ryme’ll be cheering for you louder than anyone else. On the way home, she carries you over the threshold with you in her arms, a huge grin plastered on her face. All her bravado dissipates when you drunkenly joke she’s practicing for your wedding. You’ve never seen her so flustered filling a glass up with water for you.

Larry

He keeps feeding you, so you haven’t managed to get past the “mildly buzzed” mark. Larry is significantly more intoxicated than you. His voice isn’t louder than a mumble, slurring something as he aims another spoonful of soup towards your mouth. Insisting it was lonely to drink by yourself, he bought a drink alongside you. Who knew he was such a lightweight?

#pokemon x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon headcanons #gym leader larry x reader #gym leader grusha x reader #gym leader tulip x reader #gym leader ryme x reader #gym leader kofu x reader #gym leader katy x reader #gym leady brassius x reader #forgive any mistakes. notes app my enemy

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applin-in-a-loveball · 4 years ago

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: ̗̀➛ rules !

—♡ i won't write !

gore / extreme injuries

nsfw

pedophilia

incest

yandere (nothing against people who write yandere content, i just personally find it uncomfortable to write)

—♡ i will write !

fluff

angst

suggestive (on occasion, this is mostly a fluff blog tho!)

oneshots

scenarios

headcanons

character interactions

x reader (reader will always be written as gender neutral unless a request asks otherwise)

character x character

AUs

general / platonic content

—♡ characters i'll write !

♡ please forgive me if there is a character you wanted to request but isn't on this list! i just have my own preferences of who i write and which ones are easier.

◦ kanto ◦ red, green, blue, yellow, brock, misty, lt. surge, erika, sabrina, lorelei, lance

◦ johto ◦ gold, silver, kris, falkner, bugsy (platonic only), whitney, morty, jasmine, claire, karen, ethan, lyra

◦ hoenn ◦ brendan, may, wally, roxanne, flannery, winona, tate & liza (platonic only), wallace, steven

◦ sinnoh ◦ dawn, lucas, barry, candice, volkner, cynthia

◦ unova ◦ hilda, hilbert, rosa, nate, cheren, bianca, hugh, cilan, chili, cress, elesa, skyla, iris, grimsley, shauntal, caitlin, n

◦ kalos ◦ calem, serena, prof. sycamore, alexa, viola, korrina, clemont, valerie

◦ alola ◦ hau, lillie, gladion, prof. kukui, prof. burnet (platonic only), ilima, lana, mallow, kiawe, acerola (platonic only), guzma, plumeria, mina, hapu (platonic only), kahili

◦ galar ◦ hop, bede, marnie, leon, sonia, milo, nessa, kabu (platonic only), allister (platonic only), bea, melony (platonic only), piers, raihan, klara, avery

◦ paldea ◦ nemona, penny, arven, clavell (platonic only), jacq, dendra, miriam, katy, iono, tulip, grusha, rika, giacomo, mela

#pokemon x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon headcanons #pokemon trainer x reader #🍎.applin's guidebook

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tvitr · 1 year ago

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Second chapter of A Little Treat is up!

Not posting it direct to tumblr like I did with the first part because it's a bit 2Hot4tumblr but enjoy :^)

#*not actually what happens at the end #grusha sleeps on her chest instead lmao #probably should've made new art but as you can see this fic has kept me. busy #gym leader grusha #gym leader katy #pokemon grusha #pokemon katy #grusha pokemon #katy pokemon #katy x grusha #grusha x katy #brumatashipping #grusha #my writing #Pokémon #Gym leaders

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tvitr · 1 year ago

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A Little Treat

Part One

Words: 3,012

Pairings: Grusha/Katy

Synopsis: On the morning of her divorce, Katy finds herself daydreaming about her handsome colleague. On a spur of the moment, she invites him back to her place later that evening.

AO3 Version

Well.

That was that then.

It certainly had been nice whilst it lasted, Hell, had you asked her ten years ago how she thought this would pan out, she'd have said they'd be together forever. Till death do us part and all that.

But of course, nothing ever ran smoothly, and here she was now, three years after it all started going wrong.

Divorced.

She’d secured the day off from her gym work, Geeta had honestly been surprisingly understanding of the whole situation, but the bakery still needed to be tended to. Not that it bothered her much; baking always helped her relieve stress, it’s why she’d pursued it as a career after all, and usually she’d cherish a day where she wouldn’t be dragged to the gym every half hour...

Katy just wished today’s circumstances were... different.

Today was at least busy enough to semi-distract her. Honestly, it was busy to the point that she’d have taken time off from the gym regardless. They’d acquired a backlog of orders somehow (“somehow”, she tried to convince herself this wasn’t down to her absent mental state recently), and though it wasn't enough to affect their reputation, it was certainly enough to ensure she'd be cutting her breaks short.

She'd decided to man the tills today, just in case any of their customers today decided to get ratty over their order being delayed, or the service being slow. It was not her favourite job, honestly it was probably nobody's favourite job, but she'd rather take the heat for any shortcomings than make any of her employees handle it. After all, they were perfectly capable of manning the kitchen without her, and most of them were talented bakers in their own right anyway. She was merely the face of the business.

Katy was good at diffusing customer rage anyway, she didn't know how but they always seemed to calm down the moment she stepped onto the scene. Perhaps it was her minor celebrity status, she didn't know. But it was useful, at least.

Thankfully she hadn't had to exercise her special talent today. Despite their backlog and the ever-growing queue at the till, everyone she’d dealt with thus far had been perfectly civil. None of the staff had said anything for fear of jinxing the calm, but the relief in the air was tangible.

“Who’s next?”

To her surprise, a familiar face stepped forward. "Hi, I'm here to pick up-" His voice trailed off, something apparently interrupting his thoughts.

She smiled. "Good afternoon, Grusha."

She could almost see him reeling in his wayward thoughts. "Is it bad I completely forgot you worked here?"

"One of those days, huh?"

"Not even, took today off because I had some stuff to do and-" He ruffled his hair loose from its ponytail. “Guess it’s just been a long week. Lots to do, you know?”

“Yeah it’s been… it’s been long for me too.” She snapped herself back to reality before she got too lost. Despite being colleagues, Grusha was still a customer at the end of the day. She couldn't quite justify burdening him with her life issues. At least, not here anyway. “Anyhoo, your order’s under Ibáñez right?”

“Wouldn’t be under anything else.”

Perhaps it was down to him having been the first real celebrity she’d ever baked an order for, or perhaps it was just down to his uncommon name, but she’d always been able to remember every order she’d made under the name Ibáñez. She could still remember that first order, from his parents it seemed, to celebrate him being selected for the Paldean team for that year’s Winter Bellic Games. From then on, she’d apparently been his family’s go-to bakery, to the point she knew the names and birthdays of his parents and two siblings, his parent’s wedding anniversary, that his older brother was now pursuing an acting career in Galar, that his sister had recently graduated college…

It was a nice feeling, having a well-known regular, and it had certainly helped with publicity back in those early days of the business. Perhaps she should surprise him with a thank-you cake sometime. She’d baked enough orders for him now to know what he liked after all.

“So who’s this for?” She dropped the cake box onto the counter, readying the PIN machine. After all, it wasn't anybody's birthday soon, and his sister had picked up the anniversary cake last month-

“Oh, it’s just something for my old coach. It's his fifthtieth soon, thought I might surprise him."

“I see!” Come to think of it, he’d never ordered something for his coach before. Honestly she was surprised he’d remained in touch, though admittedly she’d never been the sporting type. Perhaps it was common to remain in touch after one's retirement, though something told her it was probably best not to pry. “Just tap your card there-”

As he rooted in his pockets for his card, Katy felt herself daydreaming again. It seemed odd to think about, but she'd never paid attention to how… fit Grusha was. She'd seen him out of his winter sports garb many a time at League meetings or nights out, and of course on any official League trips, but she'd never properly… studied his physique. He was beautifully built, with a broad, muscular chest that slimmed into a trim waist, and by God his arms were massive. And his face! Oh he had such a pretty face; big, long-lashed eyes, high cheekbones, and plush lips, gosh, what a wonderful little specimen of a man he was. Pretty and extremely fit, such a rare combination indeed!

What would it be like… to kiss those plush little lips? How would it feel if he held her tight with those big, powerful arms? What if they… what if they…

I can now.

I'm single.

The very thought sent a shiver through her. Her, and him! She knew women who'd kill to even be around him as much as she was, let alone able to spend a night with him-

… Did she really want to do that? He was younger than her after all, she didn't know by what margin, but would he be… up for it with an old divorcee like her? Should she risk him turning her down?

You won't know if you don't try.

That was true.

You deserve it.

That was also true. These past few years had been awfully hard for her after all.

Perhaps she was due… a little treat tonight?

"Your card machine's broke."

Katy jolted back to reality, shooing her daydream away (for time being). "Sorry it's been funny with me all day, uh-" Customer handling mode engaged. "Do you have cash?"

He looked around, raising his arm to point towards the nearby PokéCentre. "Not on me, no, but I saw a cash machine on my way-"

An idea suddenly hit her. "Oh, our till’s not working either, I know it's been an absolute nightmare all morning, are you free later by any chance?"

Grusha side-eyed the clerk next to her, apparently working the till with no problem. "I mean, I was going to hit the gym when I got back home, but after that-"

"Oh perfect, so you'll be free then?"

He shrugged. "I guess so?"

"Good, call back later. You know my address I’m sure." She sent him off with a playful wink.

***

What have I done.

Katy hadn't known what had come over her earlier, honestly. Inviting a colleague over! Thank goodness she hadn't said anything suggestive to him, she might’ve winked (oh God, did she really wink at him?), but she could at least hope he didn't see that.

Maybe he wouldn't even show up. Maybe he'd text her and say it's too much hassle and he'd just send her the money instead. She should've asked him to do that, really. In fact, she should probably just message him now, save him the trouble of coming all the way down to Cortondo just to hand over whatever he owed her. How much did he even owe her anyway? She hadn't taken note. It was too late to go find the receipt now.

Or maybe he would show up, and she could just take the money and send him home. It was an awful long way for him sure, but she was fairly certain he had a solo fliers licence, and she knew he had that Altaria, hopefully it wouldn't be too much bother for him, or hopefully he wouldn't even bother coming-

There was a buzz from the hallway.

Now or never.

She held her breath as she walked to the door. Maybe it wasn't him. Maybe it was her neighbour, wanting to borrow some sugar. Maybe it was a delivery guy, knocking on the wrong door. Maybe it was the boy next door, asking if he could retrieve his football from her garden again. Maybe it was-

She opened the door.

Grusha stood on the porch, still sweating and flushed from his evening workout. Or maybe he'd just showered, she didn't know. Either way, his shirt clung to his frame, showing off his chiselled muscles, and his long hair was damp and held back in a messier than usual ponytail. A sports bag was slung over his shoulder.

"Came here straight after the gym. The human gym I mean, not the-" He took a deep breath and laughed breathlessly, hand running through his hair, tousling it further. "You know what I mean."

Katy didn't know how, but somehow he was even more attractive than he was earlier. It was probably the shirt, the way it hugged his frame, showing off his toned body underneath. Or maybe it was the fact he'd been working out, how he glistened with sweat in the evening sun. She wondered how he would smell right now, or even how his skin would taste, so warm and salty, like a summer's sea breeze-

She shooed her thoughts away, for now. "Do you want to come in for a bit? You're looking very flushed."

He seemed to think for a moment, before nodding. "Yeah, that would be… that would be nice."

He stepped in, dropping his bag by the door with a loud thud. Following the bag to the floor, her eyes passed over his lower half; his ass and thighs were currently shrouded by his shorts, but if his calves were anything to go by…

“Sorry, my shoulders are aching-” He flexed his glorious arms and back with a satisfying series of clicks before hoisting his bag up again.

Katy mentally shook herself to avoid staring for too long. Lord knew she'd die if he caught her ogling. “The kitchen’s just over there, make yourself at home.”

As she watched him enter the kitchen, and heard his bag thud down a second time, she took the time alone to gather her thoughts once again. Was she doing this or not? How did she even go about asking him? Should she test the water first? What if he was already taken? Goodness, she hadn't even thought of that-

"Katy? Where are you?"

"Just having an issue with the door, I'll be with you in a second." She slammed it a few times, fiddling with the lock and handle for extra effect.

“Need any help?”

“Nope, it’s fine.” With one last (hopefully convincing) slam, she hurried over to the threshold of the kitchen door where he'd disappeared to.

Here we go.

Katy took a deep breath, thankful that Grusha at least had his back to her right now. That at least gave her time to plan her next move. Perhaps she should’ve put something nicer on? Or even showered?

It doesn’t matter now, just go for it.

She sauntered into the kitchen. He didn't seem to notice it, instead rooting around in his pockets. "So how much do I owe you?"

"Oh, nothing actually." She tugged at the buttons on her dress, trying to loosen them to flaunt some cleavage before realising they were purely decorative. "Though you could say I could use a little…"

Goodness, what was the word?

"Fun, tonight." Yeah, that was it! Fun. A bit of fun. Just a bit of fun. A nice bit of-

“What?” To her mild horror, Grusha was staring at her with his mouth slightly agape and a look of abject confusion on his face. “Katy, what are you talking about…?”

Oh no.

“I mean you can…” Her nervous hands fumbled with her braid, trying to release it with no success. “Pay me in other ways, perhaps?”

The staring continued. "No offence, but have you been drinking? You're being… weird."

“Baby, I’m stone cold sober.” She tried to hoist her leg up onto the countertop, before realising that it was both far too high, and that her skirt couldn’t stretch enough for it.

It was safe to say Grusha was looking veritably dumbfounded by this point. "Listen, how about I just give you the money and leave, I promise I won't tell Geeta about this. Swear on my Cetoddle’s life."

"Don't you get it?” She marched over, trying to corner him in his chair before again realising her skirt wouldn’t allow the stretch. “I want to make love to you, I’ve been thinking about it all day, I don’t know how else to say it so I might as well just be upfront about, I… I…"

An aggressively awkward silence fell between them as the bemused stare off continued. No, no, no-

A loud sigh. “... Alright, where’s Iono?”

Katy blinked. “Wha-”

“She’s set you up to this, right? This is all part of a prank for her channel?”

“I don’t under-”

“Okay so…” He rubbed the bridge of his nose, letting out another, more annoyed, sigh. “This is a bit embarrassing, but one time when we were watching you battle and you said something like, ‘oh, let me knead you into submission’, and I said to myself ‘man I wish she’d knead me into submission’, and I thought I was being quiet but it turns out Iono heard me because of course she did, and ever since then she’s basically… blackmailed me by saying she’ll tell you I said that if I don’t give an interview on her channel.”

He took a deep breath, ruffling his hair till the tie keeping his ponytail in place was only clinging onto a few stray locks and static. “So where is she? She's gotta be hiding somewhere right? Ready to jump out and embarrass me, yeah?”

Katy stumbled back, hand behind her reaching for a countertop which never came. He thought this was a joke. He thought she was leading him on for a joke. She should probably play along, save her all that embarrassment, act like Iono was hiding in her pantry or something, after all if word of this got out, then her gym job and even her patisserie could be in jeopardy, and-

"Hey, you alri- Hey!” She heard him bound over, his hands coming to rest on her shoulders and holding her steady, those big eyes of his looking deep into her with an unusual amount of concern for his usually miserable face. "Man, are you okay? You've been acting real weird since I got here."

“Yeah, I-I’m fine.” The room felt like it was spinning, and she teetered even in his firm grip. “I’ve just…. I’m just…”

“Hey, easy, easy…” He guided her to the chair he’d been sitting on, kneeling down next to her and taking her hand. “Just breathe, okay? I don’t know what to do if you faint or something.”

"I'm not going to faint, I promise." She said that with a lot of confidence for someone who felt like she was leaning sideways. "It's just… I've really embarrassed myself here, haven’t I? Inviting you out here for no reason and giving you all that, and… and now you think it was all just a joke and I’m leading you on and-”

“Breathe, breathe...” A hand landed gently on her back, rubbing a circle in between her shoulders, whilst his other hand gave hers a reassuring squeeze. “Sorry, I don’t really know what else to say, just like… try to stay calm. I won’t tell anyone about this. I promise.”

"Okay." Something in his voice told her he was being sincere. That was one weight off her mind at least, and her breathing began to slow to a less erratic pace. "Okay."

"Good, good." With one last affectionate pat on her back, he stood up, hands diving into his pockets. "So uh… why did you invite me here anyway? Don’t say it was for the cake because I know your cash till was working earlier."

Katy dried her eyes “Guess I have to come clean then, eh?”

“Did you really invite me down here for… you know…” He pumped his hips jokingly, eyebrows bobbing. That got a weak laugh out of her at least.

A deep breath. Just admit it. "Yes. I did."

He paused. "Huh. Never knew you thought about me that way. I mean, I'm not offended or anything but still, it's surprising."

“It was… a spur of the moment thing." Goodness, what a situation this was. At least he wasn’t going to blab about this. “It’s been really, really rough for me recently what with the divorce and all, and I saw you earlier when you came by the bakery, and I thought I'd maybe treat myself to-"

She realised too late how that sounded. “Oh, goodness, I’m so sorry, you must think I’m such an old-”

“Pft, don't worry about it. I've heard worse. Trust me." He bit his lip, swaying on his heel. "So… you still down? It's okay if you're not, I can just go home."

Katy thought for a moment. "Are you?"

Grusha raised his eyebrows. "Oh? Weren’t you paying attention earlier?"

Oh no. "What... what do you mean?"

He leaned in close, lips barely gracing her ear. "I've fantasised about making out with you for a long time."

#part two will naturally be. way more :^) than this version #hell i might not even post the whole fic to tumblr i might just post the ao3 link and leave it at that #pokemon scarvi #gym leader grusha #gym leader katy #grusha pokemon #katy pokemon #pokemon grusha #pokemon katy #i also have an sfw fic for this ship lined up too i'm starting to think he and tulip aren't compatible with my interpretations lmao #granted the fic i'm writing with them is a blast but still #grusha x katy #katy x grusha #brumatashipping #grusha #my writing #pokémon #gym leaders

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tvitr · 11 months ago

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Fragments

Words: 1,643

Pairing: Grusha/Katy

Synopsis: A chance encounter with some litter whilst out hiking brings back some memories for Grusha.

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"You good?”

“I’m fine, I just wasn’t expecting this to be…” She stopped to catch her breath. “To be so long.”

Admittedly he probably should have gauged her hiking experience level before they set out. This was the easiest trail he knew of, after all; low elevation, barely any steep slopes, firm terrain and relatively short, yet she was still struggling with it. Perhaps he should've cancelled the hiking date entirely when he met up with her earlier and saw her light windcheater and trainers. Perhaps he should've taken her on a simple stroll through the hills surrounding Medali instead of this more rigorous Glaseado trail. Perhaps he should've just taken her to a nice restaurant like a normal guy instead of dragging her out hiking.

But he'd been hiking this trail since he was a kid. If he could manage it at age eleven, then surely Katy could manage it at age thirty-whatever. Plus, she'd been the one who'd insisted on hiking in the first place, possibly as compensation for hauling him to that depressingly overpriced Kalosian patisserie in Mesagoza last week. He still hadn’t let up about having to pay nearly fifteen dollars for what amounted to two squares of white chocolate, some grass and half a strawberry.

“We can turn back if you want.” It would probably take them about half an hour to walk back anyway. That still left plenty of time to wind down somewhere before heading back to his place.

“No, no, I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me.” She finally caught up to him, doubled over and certainly not convincing him she was fine. "You'll have to forgive me, I'm not as fit as you are."

"Don't worry about it, I'll make a hiker out of you yet." He gave her a sympathetic pat on the back, offering her his (now shared) water bottle as she straightened up. “Just wait till I start you on the actually challenging treks.”

“I dread to think.” She glanced around at the towering peaks surrounding them with a grimace. "You're not going to drag me up there, are you?"

He followed her gaze. "Up there? Not unless you wanna hit the slopes with me sometime."

It was a joke, of course; though they’d naturally discussed attempting each other’s favourite pastimes (and personally, he couldn’t wait to try his hand out at baking that Galaric sponge cake she’d been promising him), he certainly couldn’t see her on his usual preferred slopes any time soon, if ever. Some of those slopes took years of experience to even attempt, let alone master. Even he was respectfully wary of them.

He continued their hike with a step. “You know, this trail we’re on is actually a ski slope in winter.”

Her brows furrowed. “It doesn’t look very slope-like.”

“Well, we call it the baby slope for a reason.” Or the hospital slope, as they called it in his friend circle, being the slope one started out on after a lengthy stay, usually to help rebuild strength and get back into the flow without overexerting oneself. Suffice to say, he'd spent more time on this slope than he'd care to admit, or at least enough time to not be so readily dismissing it as “the baby slope”. “It’s… a nice and easy slope. For the beginners, you know?"

"Beginners, like me?"

"Exactly." He couldn't really picture her taking to snowboarding, the more he thought about it. Depressing as it was, she seemed more like the type who'd prefer skiing instead.

She mused. “I must say, part of me’s really looking forward to trying snowboarding.”

“It’s… it’s fun.” Understatement of the century, perhaps, especially coming from him of all people. He hadn't dedicated the best part of his life to a sport he hated after all. "I mean… I think it's fun. I just hope you do too, it's kinda- hey, get that out of your mouth-!"

Luckily his shout was enough to cause his offending Cetoddle to drop whatever it had found, and sheepishly stand back as he bounded over. "What have I told you about chewing random shit-"

Katy caught up with him, hovering over his shoulder. “What is it, he didn’t eat it did he?”

“Looks like it’s-” He picked it up, brushing off the dirt with a gloved hand. It was plastic, quite obviously so, but also not standard litter. "Looks like a… bit of an old ski or something."

It looked familiar, somehow, and it was certainly far too broad to be a fragment of a ski. Probably part of an old snowboard in that case, could explain why it looked so familiar to him, even though he wasn't sure if-

He turned it over.

Katy tutted. "Oh, must've belonged to a child. What a shame."

“Yeah.” The Cetoddle sticker looked so familiar, in a way he couldn’t quite place. "Yeah. Must've been."

He stood back up, shoving the shard into his deep pocket. Katy's brows furrowed. “You’re bringing it with you?”

He dismissed her with a shrug. “Yeah, don’t want… don’t want a Pokémon to eat it, or something. I'll throw it away when we get back.”

*** "You've ruined it!" "Have not." She smoothed another sticker onto her own board. "I decorated it. Plus we can actually tell them apart now." He scowled. "You could've just put stickers on your own board, you know." "Well pick it off then, I don't care." "Mhm." To give her some credit, she’d at least picked his favourite Pokémon to “decorate” with. Even he couldn’t bear to pick a Cetoddle off his board. “Later. I have training to get to.” ***

"You've been awfully quiet."

Perhaps that was a bit of an understatement. For the rest of their hike he'd been sullen and somewhat distant; no longer starting conversations and not really engaging in them when she tried to spark one. And here they were, back at his flat, with him sitting pensive on the couch, that piece of plastic they'd found earlier still in his hands. Something was on his mind, and she intended on finding out what it was.

"Hm?" He looked up as she sat down, eyes still somewhat blank and lost.

"I just said you've been very quiet." She handed him a mug of coffee (which he promptly passed to the table), taking her seat beside him. "You've barely said a thing since we got back."

"Oh, I'm just…" He stared down at the plastic shard again, turning it over in his hands. "Just thinking about things, that's all."

“Do you… want to share what you’re thinking about?” Her hand left the warmth of her mug to rest on his back, slowly tracing a circle in between his shoulders.

"It's nothing, don’t worry about it.”

“It’s clearly something.”

He let out a long sigh, pausing before he spoke, apparently gathering his thoughts. “It… I just got reminded of some things, that’s all.”

She leaned over to get a better look at the shard. The plastic was pale and blunt-edged from weathering, the stickers he kept running his fingers over were faded and yellowed, their edges curled and their shapes or patterns unrecognisable from this angle. “What kind of things?”

“Old things.” He absently flicked at one of them, a quiet smile forming on his face. "Like, I remember this one time, my sister put a bunch of stickers on my board, and I got real mad, y’know like, 'ew why couldn't you ruin your own board' and I…”

A thought seemed to derail where he was going, and his smile faded. “'Course, this was… back when she actually still went snowboarding with me. Haven’t been out with her since, you know…”

His voice trailed off.

Katy pulled him closer, guiding his head to her shoulder and nestling her cheek in his hair. He didn’t protest in the slightest, leaning into her touch, all the whole still focussed on that plastic shard ever turning in his hands. It was no secret (to those who knew him well, at least) that his sister's accident occasionally haunted him more than his own. It had been on the same day, the same slope, the same avalanche, yet aside from the long, broad scar running the full length of his back, the physical impact it had on him was hardly visible.

The same could not be said for his sister, however. Katy had met her in passing both before and after the accident; she'd seen her go from a lively aspiring dancer to hobbling around on a wheeled frame, still chipper despite her circumstances and crushed dreams, and the whiplash had been difficult for her to bear. She couldn’t imagine what it must’ve been like for him.

He sighed, sitting up and setting the piece on the table and finally picking up his coffee. “Sorry, I suppose it just kinda put me in a bit of a mood, you know? Not stuff I like thinking about often."

“I know, dear, I know.” She didn't really have much to say beyond that. Deep down, she knew she didn’t even really know, she doubted many people in his circle did based on how cagey he could be discussing his emotions. Or perhaps he was just cagey with everything. Maybe it was a man thing, or maybe it was a Grusha thing. She wasn't sure even now. “Do… you want to talk about it or…?”

“Not really.” He sat back, coffee resting in his lap and eyes pointed at the ceiling. “Don't really know what I wanna do, if I'm honest.”

She hummed, thinking for a moment, before pulling him in again, his head to her shoulder, her cheek to his hair, her hand tracing circles between his shoulders. “How about just doing this then?”

“Yeah.” He took a mouthful of coffee, leaning in closer. “Yeah, this is nice.”

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