#pasio legendary telepathy au

[harry-leroy]

End of the Earth, End of the World, and Towards a Bright New Future! Pasio Legendary Telepathy AU  @cinnabunni5123 - I wrote more of the fic you gave me for the ask because I got inspired! (Also not me having at least 20 more fic prompts in my asks - I will get to those haha). Because you’re not familiar with Masters - it’s essentially a mobile game where all of the trainers from the various regions come together on an island called Pasio to compete in the Pokemon Masters League (PML). Each trainer is also paired with a pokemon to create a “sync pair” and you can collect trainers in the game (it’s a gacha game). Team Break is the evil team on the island - they want to steal Pokémon (so the usual evil scheming...). Lysandre and Sycamore just came to the game a few weeks ago! (and Leon just came yesterday!) 

- note: Malva is not technically in Masters (yet), but I couldn’t find someone better for Lysandre to talk to about evil plans heheheh. Also I have no idea how housing works in the game, so I just gave everyone accommodations I think they would have (Hoopa kinda controls things on this island so I felt like anything goes?) 

Anyway, hope you enjoy! Leaving below the cut for length + descriptions of injury! 

The room was hot, approaching uncomfortable. Augustine’s vision started to blur and everything got loud. The colors were... too much. Brilliant. Jarring. Hallucinatory. There they were, in the middle of Lysandre’s elegant foyer. 

“Xerneas,” Augustine managed to get out before he dropped his drink and collapsed on the ground. 

Those around him gasped or screamed from the sudden shock of it. Some moved out of the way. Another asked if there was a doctor nearby. One man moved the poor professor out of the way of the broken glass, though there was already blood dripping down his fingers. 

“What happened?” Lysandre pushed himself through the crowd. When he saw Augustine, his heart dropped. “Professor! Move. Out of my way,” 

He knelt down besides Augustine, who was stirring out of his stupor. It was then that Lysandre noticed just how tired the professor looked. 

“What happened to him?” Lysandre took hold of Augustine’s bleeding hand while he craned his head back on the crowd. 

“He just... fainted, I suppose,” one man said. 

Before Lysandre could snap at the man, Augustine touched Lysandre with his other hand. 

“Lys,” he said. “Don’t,” 

Lysandre looked back into the professor’s eyes, tired and sick. Augustine gave a little smile. Take me home, his eyes said. 

“Please excuse me while I make sure the Professor is all right,” Lysandre said to his guests, nodding to two of his household staff to take Augustine to an empty room. There were plenty of them, Lysandre knew, though he settled on the guest suite. 

The two helping Augustine set him down on an armchair. They had removed his jacket and draped it across the back of the chair. While one was about to bandage up his hand, Lysandre took the bandage away. 

“Leave us,” he snapped. 

“Sir,” they said in unison before closing the heavy oak door behind them. 

Lysandre wasted no time in getting to work on Augustine’s hand. 

“You should have told me you were ill,” he said, aware that Augustine’s eyes still looked hazy. 

“I wasn’t,” the professor protested, weak. “It just got so hot, and -“ 

“You’re worried about something,” Lysandre stopped his work for a moment to pose the statement. 

“I’m always worried about something. What’s new?” Augustine said. He was coming back around. 

“You need a break from your work. A day to rest. Stay at home. I’ve been begging you for months,” Lysandre started. 

“I can’t,” Augustine shook his head. “I can’t,” 

He then began to cry. It was soft, weak, barely there. 

“What’s wrong, my love?” Lysandre brushed Augustine’s hair aside out of his face. He was met with bright blue eyes, almost shockingly blue. 

“I’m losing my mind,” Augustine said. “This... thing!” 

He became exasperated, pressing his half-bandaged hand to his forehead. “It’s keeping me up at night, Lysandre. It’s poking me in the skull. It’s telling me something and I don’t know what it is,” 

“Shh,” Lysandre gently took the professor’s hand and continued working. Augustine pulled it away. 

“No,” Augustine snapped. “I don’t want you telling me to be quiet. You wouldn’t understand this,” 

“Then try to make me understand,” Lysandre said. 

“I’m... I’m cursed,” Augustine said, burying his head in his hands. “The day I went into the cave, I saw Xerneas. I saw them. I keep seeing them, but not in the nice way that they’re supposed to appear. It was like... like they’re sick. They needed help,” 

“Help?” Lysandre asked. “From what?” 

“I don’t know,” the professor pressed the backs of his palms into his eyes. “That’s what’s been keeping me up,” 

“Gus,” Lysandre took Augustine’s wrist, gentle, so that he saw one bright blue eye, “I know that you’re the Kalos regional professor, but these are legendaries you’re talking about,” 

“So?” Augustine took his hand away again and held it with his other healthy hand. He quickly began to run his fingers along the gauze. It was comforting to him, despite the wound being tender. “It’s not like it’s forbidden knowledge. Kids know about the legendaries. They’ve chosen people below us, you know,” 

“I see you’ve got some of your vanity back,” Lysandre had risen up to pour himself a drink. 

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Augustine said. “Why don’t you believe me?” 

“I never said that,” Lysandre noticed a slight tremor to his hand as he poured his drink. He contemplated getting one for Augustine, though he stopped himself. “I merely want you to consider what happened to you. You were stuck in that cave for hours. If this is Xerneas, trying to communicate with you as you say, what do you intend to do about it? I might believe you, but who else will?” 

Augustine was silent for a moment. 

“There might be someone,” he sighed. “I don’t know. I want to go home now,” 

“Of course,” Lysandre said. “You must be tired. I’ll get a taxi for you,” 

“No,” Augustine rose and put on his jacket. “I want to walk. I need to clear my head,” 

“Are you sure?” Lysandre asked. “It’s late,” 

“I can hold my own,” Augustine said, opening the door with his bad hand in the haste of it all. He bit his tongue. “Thank you for a nice evening,” 

****

The road was long to get back to his tiny hotel on Pasio. It was dark, chilly. Augustine still felt weak from his earlier episode. He placed one foot in front of the other and tried to focus on that. 

There were others who had teamed up with legendaries on Pasio, sure. None of them, however, had succumbed to symptoms such as the ones he had been dealing with. It was always a gentle, special moment. Solgaleo could be as playful as a Lycanroc, he remembered Kukui telling him as they watched Scottie and Hau battle on the mountain at sunrise. Ho-Oh and Silver met with a teasing nudge on the elbow. Zinnia and Rayquaza had met like old friends. Why was the giver of eternal life killing him? Who else would believe him? 

He stopped by a street lamp and pulled out his Poryphone- it was still taking getting used to, though he kept the Holo Caster in his coat pocket for comfort. 

“Calem?” Augustine began. “This is Professor Sycamore. I don’t mean to worry you...,” 

He began to lightly kick the lamppost, anything to distract him from the stabbing pain in his head and Xerneas’s cry ringing in his ears. 

“I’m fine. I just need you and Serena to come to town tomorrow. I’ll be waiting in front of the café at noon. I have something I want you two to look into for me,” he continued. “I don’t want anyone else. Come alone. Uh huh. Goodbye now,” 

He hung up. Way to keep the kids out of this mess. The pounding was getting worse. He was getting hot again, despite the cool air. Taking off his coat and jacket only did so much. 

“Xerneas,” Augustine stopped and pressed both palms against his temples. “Stop!” 

There was a cry. Brilliant light. Much like before. When Augustine looked up, he saw them. A great beast, regal, with magnificent horns shining through the darkness. 

“Xerneas!” he called, his head was white hot with pain and possible fever. “What are you trying to tell me? Why do you keep calling out to me? I can help you! You just need to stop hurting...” 

Faster than he could realize, Augustine felt the scrape of pavement against his face and palms. Xerneas was gone. He had fainted again, from what he could guess. It took him a few moments before he was able to sit up again, though when he did, he jumped back. 

“Hello,” a quiet voice said. “My partner told me that you were hurt,” 

“Um, I’ve been better,” Augustine tried to shrug it off. That would only get him so far. Lysandre’s voice echoed in his mind at that moment, though the young man standing before him was far different than Lysandre. He was young, gentle; there was something safe about him. 

“Come on,” the young man stretched out a hand. “We’ll get you to a Pokémon center,” 

“No,” Augustine managed to get up nearly by himself. “No, that won’t be necessary,” 

“My partner says you’re in danger,” the man said. 

“Partner?” Augustine asked, though it only took moments before he traced them in the dark. “Huh?! Is that... Zekrom?!” 

“Yes,” the man said. “Don’t be scared. They won’t hurt you,” 

“Who are you?” Augustine said. 

“My name is N,” the man said. “I’m from Unova,” 

“N...,” Augustine said. “You said Zekrom told you about me?” 

“Yes,” he nodded. “I can hear the inner voices of Pokémon. It’s my gift,” 

“And mine is overwork,” the professor attempted to walk past, though found himself too dizzy. Zekrom caught him with a wing. 

“Please let us help you,” N said. “The center is not far. You’re injured,” 

Augustine brushed a hand to his face when he found it ticklish. Blood dripped down on his fingers. 

“Please,” N said. Then a gentle smile came across him. He reminded Augustine of Lysandre, perhaps a decade ago. Augustine strangely felt like he could trust the man. It was only for scrapes after all, though what did N mean by danger? 

“Sure,” he said. “Lead the way,” 

****

“How could I be so foolish?” Lysandre said, pacing the room with a drink in hand. “Letting him off into the cold like that?” 

“Sometimes separation is best,” Malva said casually as she stirred her own drink. 

“I’m worried about him,” Lysandre said. 

“You’re always worried about him,” Malva tossed her head back. “You haven’t told him, have you?” 

“What, that I can hear Yveltal?” he snapped. “Absolutely not,” 

“Why? I thought this was all part of your brilliant plan?” she asked. 

“It is,” Lysandre stopped and looked out the window of his lonely house. “Only I don’t think he’ll like it. Telling him that I want him to rule my perfect world...” 

“When has this stopped you before?” Malva asked. 

“This time it’s different,” Lysandre said. It was all he could think to say. 

Malva set down her drink. 

“So what are you going to do? Watch him be driven mad thinking he’s hallucinating a ghost legendary?” she asked. 

“You were there when I first met Yveltal,” Lysandre didn’t take his gaze off of the window. “It’s a power you need to control. He just doesn’t have control yet. Gus is smart. He’ll figure it out,” 

“Maybe he needs someone there,” Malva said. 

“No,” Lysandre said, though only after hesitating a moment. “Malva, I can’t tell him. He’ll hate me,” 

“Then rethink your plan, genius,” she snapped. They were both drunk. 

“You wouldn’t understand,” he said. “No, I can’t tell him,” 

He left his drink on the table and walked out of the room. 

    ****    

“Took a fall, did you?” Nurse Joy asked when Augustine sat down on the examination table. 

“Something like that,” he said. He looked to N, who was standing against the wall with his arms crossed. He was brought back when he felt Nurse Joy touch his injured hand. 

“What happened there?” she asked. 

“I dropped a glass,” Augustine said. “I think,” 

She continued to examine the hand before taking off the bandages. He winced. Lysandre had been careful with dressing it, though it hadn’t done him any favors. His fingers were swollen. 

“I see,” she nodded and said something to her Chansey. 

“I don’t mean to bother you,” Augustine said. “Especially when you’ve been so busy with the league tournaments,” 

“Bothering me?” Nurse Joy asked before laughing. It was genuine, warm.  “This is my job. I like getting human patients in once in a while. Gives me someone besides Chansey to talk to,” 

“Right,” Augustine said. “You wouldn’t happen to have something for a headache, would you?” 

“I think a place to rest for the night would be more beneficial,” N spoke up. “It’s late,” 

Before Augustine could speak up, Nurse Joy let go of his hand and gave a little bow. 

“Of course,” Nurse Joy said. “I’ll get on that right away,” 

Chansey returned with a Leavanny and both gave a nod to Nurse Joy. 

“Leavanny will take care of your hand,” she said. “I’ll go get some keys for your rooms. Please stay as long as you like,” 

Augustine could only nod politely before she left and Leavanny began poking at his hand. He expected more pain, having it stitched up like this, but there was a delicacy in Leavanny’s work that no person could emulate. It made him think of his days with Rowan, growing fonder and fonder of research. Still, the pain in his head prevented him from looking. 

“I can’t really stay, you know,” Augustine said. 

“Why not?” N asked. 

“My hotel isn’t far,” the professor returned. 

“I hardly trust you’ll get good sleep in a hotel,” N said. “I’ve traveled too much to know. Besides, Zekrom was worried about you, so I am too,” 

“You hardly know me,” Augustine said. “I haven’t even told you my name, and yet -” 

His Poryphone rang. He had no choice but to put it on speaker. N sank back into his spot on the wall, looking down at his feet. 

“Hello?” he asked. 

“Professor?” it was Serena. She was worried. 

“Yes, Serena,” Augustine said. “What’s wrong?” 

“You’ve got to come quick. Those Team Break guys have taken your Bulbasaur! I don’t know how it happened, but… I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed. 

“Calm down,” he said, feeling an uncomfortable poke in his hand and wincing a little. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. I’ve gotten somewhat… tied up,” 

“I’m near the base of the mountain. Hurry! I don’t know how much longer I can wait!” she said before hanging up. 

N looked up, determined and urgent. 

“I’m going to help,” he said. 

“With what?” Augustine asked, impatient to get his hand finished with. 

“Your Bulbasaur,” N said. “I can’t let Team Break get away with this,” 

“No,” Augustine said. “It’s my Bulbasaur. I don’t expect you to -” 

“It was nothing about expectation,” N said. “I just can’t let them do that,” 

Augustine nodded. 

“I’ll be back by morning,” N said. “You should get some rest. It seems that you’ve had a long enough day,” 

He left through the door and nearly bumped into Nurse Joy. 

“Heading out already?” she asked. 

“I am,” N said. “But make sure that he stays here. I’m worried about him. I should be back by morning,” 

“I’ll try my best,” she said. 

“That’s all I ask,” he said as he exited the doors to the center. Without hesitation, Zekrom followed him from behind. 

“We need to go to the mountain, friend,” he said. “Another friend is in trouble!” 

From behind the desk and through the glass windows, Nurse Joy watched them ride off into the night sky. 

[harry-leroy]

I wish you would write a fic about Sycamore, sick in bed while Lysandre takes care of him 👉👈🥺 (only if you want to of course lmao)

Hi! Thank you for this! So I’m not sure if you play Pokémon Masters, but they recently had a Sycamore/Lysandre event where each teamed up with the XY legendaries, so my brain went Pasio/Legendary telepathy AU? Leave it to me to make the fic deeper than the prompt calls for, but here we are. This is pretty short, but I might expand it if I have the time! Hope you enjoy :) 

“… Augustine…” a voice called him, it was deep, though soft.

         “Hm?” Augustine felt his vocal chords ache. It was the first time he had used them in what felt like a week, though it had only been three days. He attempted to sit up, his vision blurry, attempting to focus on Lysandre, though far too tired.

         “You shouldn’t try to overexert yourself,” Lysandre said, rushing to Augustine’s side and adjusting a pillow. “I only asked if you wanted to eat something,”

         “Oh,” said Augustine, “actually, that sounds good right about now,”

         “I’ll get you some soup,” Lysandre nodded. “That will probably warm you up,”

         As Lysandre rose, Augustine stopped him by taking a weak hold of his hand.

         “Lys,” he began, “what happened? How long have I been here?”. A sudden wince escaped him, “why does my head hurt?”

         Lysandre might have begun talking, though Augustine was far too distracted by the grating cries in his head to focus. What was that?, he thought, a Pokémon? Memories came through his head like vague dreams. He remembered that he left his lab coat somewhere, somewhere he would not be able to get it back. He felt naked without it, though Lysandre always laughed when he said that. He remembered bright lights, almost like a prism; reflections in a pool of cave water, though seeing something with antlers on the other side; he remembered wanting water of his own to drink. What was… Xerneas doing in a cave? Saving him?

         “You don’t remember?” Lysandre asked. “a trainer found you in a cave just outside the city. You were dehydrated and exhausted, love,”

         “No,” Augustine said, then sighed. “Yes. I think I remember it a little now. Lys-”

         “What?” he asked.

         “Did anyone say anything about Xerneas?” Augustine ventured. Maybe he had been hallucinating the whole thing. Dehydration could do that.

         “Why are you asking?” Lysandre asked.

         “I thought I…”

         Lysandre took a step back. So it was not a rumor after all. Xerneas had finally awoken after eons in sleep. It meant that his plan… it could finally work.

         “I feel like,” Augustine continued, growing unsure, “I feel like it’s still calling to me. Is that even possible?”

         “I don’t know,” Lysandre crossed his arms. He almost wanted to laugh. He would have if Augustine still didn’t look so sick. “You’re the professor, not me,”

         “No,” Augustine laughed, weak, “I’m the one who’s going mad,”

         “Don’t say that,” Lysandre said. “What were you doing in those caves anyway?”

         “A trainer lost their Pokémon,” Augustine sighed, eyes drifting to the window for a moment and then back to Lysandre. He shook his head, as if trying to get Xerneas out of it. “an Aron, I think it was? I hope it got back to its trainer,”

         “I’m sure it did,” Lysandre said.

         “You mean, you don’t know?” Augustine’s eyes widened and he sat up abruptly.

         “Calm yourself, Gus,” Lysandre once again rushed to the professor’s side to settle him back down. “The doctor said you need to get some peace and quiet. Besides what happened in the cave, they said you looked like a man on the edge of a breakdown. Like you’ve been working too much,”

         “Did they?” Augustine joked.

         “Would you listen?” Lysandre stood back. “Sometimes I feel like I’m the only thing keeping you from acting like this in front of the kids,”

         “Calem and Serena are kids,” Augustine said. “You’re… you. I don’t let my guard down in front of just anyone, you know,”

         “I’m well aware,” Lysandre said.

         “What happens if this… noise… doesn’t go away?”  the professor asked.

         “Then you should go back to the doctor,” Lysandre said. “I’m sure it’s just you coming off of the dehydration. You were running a pretty high fever when they brought you out of that cave, too,”

         “They?” Augustine asked.

         “League staff had to come get you,” Lysandre said. “That new trainer was there too. The one you like so much,”

         Lysandre had turned back to Augustine to get a response, only to find that he was distracted and shivering now.

         “Hey,” he pulled some blankets over the professor’s chest and felt his forehead with his palm, taking him out of his distraction. “your fever’s gone back up. Let me get you that soup. That young trainer, Gloria, was telling me of recipes from Galar. They sound exquisite. How does that sound?,”

         Augustine nodded and proceeded to curl himself up under the covers, knees tucked to his chest. Lysandre bent down to kiss his forehead before exiting the bedroom. Outside the door, he stopped for a moment, hearing the echoes of what he knew to be Yveltal inside his own head. It had been happening for several weeks. At first it terrified him, but now it felt somewhat comforting. Yveltal had chosen him. He was important. Fate was in his hands.

         “Oh, Gus,” he said under his breath. “It seems that we are chosen ones,”

Under the covers, Augustine tried to fall into a peaceful sleep, but instead felt a pain in his head like Xerneas was ramming their antlers into the skull. If this is what being a chosen one was, as Lysandre put it, he was tempted to want out. He twisted under the blankets, sweat dripping down his forehead. Xerneas was meant to give life, not drain him of it. That could only mean that Yveltal was awake too. Their fight had begun. Augustine took a deep, ragged breath in. Nothing Rowan taught him would have prepared him for this. He was tempted to call Lysandre back to him, but instead focused on his breathing. There was nothing to be done now. 

     Xerneas had made their choice, Yveltal too. A bright new future was underway!