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I JUST HAVE TO SAY THIS BECAUSE I JUST REMEMBERED!!!! N was in my dream last night and we were curled up in blankets in our own separate blanket burritos and our faces got real close and his smile was so cute….AND THEN I WOKE UP 😭😭😭
Do what the information as you will….have a lovely day 💚💚💚
I know what to do with this information and you know that I was going to do it didn't you🤭😏/j
But the Fire is so Delightful
N x gn! Reader sfw Drabble
It was a cold winter night riding on the back of your Pokemon just coming from Unova's Pokemon League even though you are bundled and your Pokemon, your best friend, and today, your Noble steed, were bundled up for the cold. It didn't help that only your home was miles away even after your trusty bird flew most of the trip. However, you were already still feeling the chill of waiting on that mountain and challenging other trainers who threatened your position as Unova's Champion.
When your husband N came to welcome you home, he was shocked at how cold your hands were. Your whole body was practically shaking.
As soon as has your husband had brought you into your warm cozy home taking off your only defense from the cold Unovan winter to hang it on a coat rack he grasped your smaller ice cold hands and his warm ones. Since end Tower it over you his hands much bigger than yours engulfed them holding them tightly and lovingly.
N leans downward, his face devoid of a smile, but his eyes when he looked up at you said everything, blowing warm air into his grasp and warming your hands. Noticing that just him isn't enough, he looks back at you, flashing that familiar, small, awkward smile. " I'm guessing it was cold today, well... I already knew that but didn't know you'd be so cold. I'll get a warm drink and some blankets ready. The fireplace is already lit." With a kiss on the forehead, he leaves you to take off your shoes. Not before long after you settle in front of the crackling fire, you are draped by your husband in a warm throw blanket. "Thank you, baby." You say has your husband hummed in response.
Your smile returns to you as you already feel yourself getting warmed up.
You are not sure if it was the sound of the crackling fire or perhaps the blanket you are snuggling in or maybe Zoroark occasionally brushing against you like a cat asking for affection as you lay on the floor, your whole body wrapped in a blanket like a burrito, exhaustion from a day's work hits you as you begin to nod off.
And he had noticed you sleeping peacefully on the ground when he had come by with two cups of warm hot cocoa. He had your cup hot and ready to drink with all your favorite toppings. Still, he couldn't wake you up, not when you were so cute wrapped up like that... he placed the two hot cups on the table, forgotten as he snuggled into another blanket he had brought for you, wrapping himself in the same burrito, copying what you had done to yourself. N, who is cozy and warm, just like you, also fell victim to sleep when you would both wake up and meet each other face to face. N being caught in the act of being so close to our face, his words were caught in his throat. A smile filled his lips as he finally found out what to say. "Did you sleep well?"
#pokemon n#pokemon bw#pokemon black and white#n x reader#pokemon n x reader#Pokemon x reader#Pokemen#Poke imagines#Drabble#pokemon drabble#X reader#Fanfiction#x reader fanfiction
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wrote a lil something that’s just shigesato telling professor oak and delia about their relationship and yeah dunno if i’ll make this into a full oneshot, it was just something that occurred to me so yeah enjoy i guess !! 🫶🏻
Gary fiddled in sweat as he and Ash made eye contact and looked back at the ground feeling his grandpa’s and Delia’s eyes on him
god he shouldn’t have agreed to be the one to tell them.
Gary then thought of it all, he lived in his grandpas shadow, when becoming a researcher it made the ideology spoken about more repetitively; The Famous Professor Oak’s Grandson
this was the one thing that would not only turn the tables but it would make him not be so much in his shadow not only that; it felt like the first thing he’d ever do for himself
“Gary” his grandpa’s voice spoke catching Gary back into reality and look at him “what is it that you need to tell us?” he asked
Gary shallowed and looked at Ash who smiled small at him “Gramps” Gary exhaled
“Ash and I, are dating!” he shouted with a shrug in ways of not caring but cared a lot deep down
Ash tighten his lips not making eye contact with his mom or Professor Oak, Delia and Oak looked at each other and then at the two
“that’s it?” Professor Oak questioned getting furrowed eyebrows from Gary “yeah . . . ?” Gary blinked
Professor Oak and Delia then began laughing, making the two teens look at each other in confusion “what’s so funny?” Ash blinked
Professor Oak shook his head calming down “we knew” he grinned sparking into laughter again
Delia giggled as well and wiped an eye from her laughter “Ash it explains why you’ve been at the lab a lot lately” she giggled causing Ash’s face to redden and putting his head against Gary’s chest making Gary smile and redden himself
“god that’s embarrassing” Ash muttered feeling Gary stroke his hair slightly underneath his cap
“you’re not mad?” Gary said to Professor Oak who blinked “what? no!” he grinned
Professor Oak smiled looking at his shoes then at his grandson again “I’ve known about this for a while” he began
“I mean you came out just a couple years ago, and it explained it all to me” the professor shrugged
“you two weren’t so slick on hiding your crushes all these years” Professor Oak knowingly smiled at the two who glanced at each other and broke eye contact
Ash then frowned “you’re not mad mom, right?”
Delia smiled and shook her head “no, like Professor Oak said; I knew too” she giggled
“I’ve seen the way you look at him Gary, and the way you look at him Ash” she smiled gently “I think it’s beautiful” she smiled at them
“thanks mom” Ash smiled and looked up at Gary who kissed his forehead.
#palletshipping#shigesato#シゲサト#gary x ash#ash x gary#ash ketchum#gary oak#gary pokemon#pokeani#anipoke#pokemon#pokemon anime#pokemon drabble#pokemon oneshot#professor oak#samuel oak#delia ketchum#pokemon delia#pkmn posts#pkmn#oneshot#drabble#wip#wip fanfiction#not sure if i’ll finish#but yk#late night thoughts
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Pokemon Black and White except You Have A Sword and Sword Training
You and Bianca arrived at the ruins of the old laboratory to look for the Munna. Lo and behold, it was just floating in the center of an empty warehouse.
“Alright! And no Team Plasma in sight!” Bianca cried confidently.
And then two Team Plasma grunts ducked around the corner. Their eyes landed on the Munna immediately.
“Speak of Giratina,” you said flatly. Amazingly, the grunts ignored the two of you only to start bashing the Munna.
“Come on! Make some dream mist!” Grunt 1 said. He backhanded the little floating orb. It yelped.
“Mu…na…” The pokemon groaned weakly.
You glared at the two obvious rookies; indignation and offense flared through you. Silently, you unsheathed the zweihander from your back. “Enough. Let the Munna go, now.”
Grunt 2 looked at you with a cocky expression. “Oh yeah? Think you’re some kind of hero? Well then, how about we battle to see who gets to keep the thing?”
Bianca let out a noise as the two grunts took out Pokeballs and threw them. You were faster than them. With just two swift strikes you swatted the orbs back at them. You bashed their faces in with the pommel of your sword.
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Day 1; Dream_ Pokémon TimeJolt
As are dreams guide us to rest, what lays underneath creaks.
Awaking in the pitch of night, she carefully raised her self from the Sand. Light couldn't be Grasped but rushing water will be; Calling for the one's lost to Mourning.
Akari listened as oceans crossed without Living touch. Pulsing over, Heart beating with each gulp taken stance Lower as waves Pain grows. Feeling the waves reaching her Calves she reaches for her starters Capsule. Feeling the empty space her heart skips, dread grew as the Waves rush away.
Rushing, her eyes traveled the oblivion surrounding her. Crystals and Bricks rested above the Midnight Sand taunting her. Sand expanded by all ways water to far out to be seen. Swearing to §§§§§§, She Began to Run through The Sandy Plains.
Praying to her god for Passage, She Ran for Hours never seeing anything New. Resting her eyes in defeat, water began to reach. Hearing brought fear, she raised her eyes up seeing the Mighty Waves shadowing the land which trapped her. Not having time to react the Waves crashed flinging her upwards nulling her emotions.
Stuck in Purgatory, Akari stirs no longer feeling what once was. Her eyes drifted around Catching the Crystals Sparkling on the Ocean Floor, Grown taller Piercing in the Midnight shade. Her body drifted down finding peace in an Circle of Pillars, a broken Pokeball laid untouch by the waves.
Pillars Danced, sparking of lost memories buried in the sandy beaches. Reaching down a whistle echoed bringing dread to her eyes? As she grabbed the Red Capsule, Lights blinded her vision.
"no.." she whisper, hand outreached grasping Memories. Starly Chirped outside the Hut, Light belowed in coating her arm and blurring her vision.
She slowly loosened her grip tears falling as air Thickens in her lings. As she fully lets go, her arm falls down covering her eyes as pain pierced her Mind.
"Why?"
No one answered.
#pokemon#pokémon#pokemon drabble#pokémon drabble#drabble#Inktober write#pokemon TimeJolt#dream#nightmare
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Zhongli as a lover is the whole package. Case in point -
Photographic memory:
He remembers you saying how much you liked sweets, so on dates, he always takes you to places like bakeries and confectioneries. New ice cream parlor just opened? You're his first thought. And on fancier outings, he makes sure in advance that the dessert spread will be to your liking.
You'd once mentioned to Zhongli, in passing, about some obscure little dolls you once saw on a pamphlet. The doll collection was from a small creator, and was set to be released in eight months. You'd thought they looked pretty neat, but you'd definitely forget about them in a few months even before their official release since you no longer have that pamphlet.
Guess what? On release day a long time later, Zhongli presents the dolls to you, having been first in line to procure them.
Attention to detail:
He can tell by even the slightest of changes in your gait, perhaps a slower walk, or a slight frown of suppressed discomfort, that your new shoes are giving you shoebite. So he takes you into the nearest shoe store and buys you some nice new comfier ones (that still go with your carefully-styled outfit). When you two get home, he'll also massage your feet with his gentle hands, kissing the bruises as he does so (his smile growing as he registers how flustered you become at that).
Emotional stability:
Zhongli is pretty much your rock, pun possibly intended, when it comes to challenging situations. Whether you need a shoulder to cry on, somebody to vent to, or simply a catalyst to help you through a difficult time, Zhongli has it all.
Any disagreements you two may have never escalate because he catches himself in time to defuse the situation. It's always you and him versus the problem, not you versus him. His communication and reasoning skills are on point.
Conversationalist:
There's never a time when Zhongli runs out of things to talk about with you. He can go on for hours about anything under the sun, and there's always a story ready on his tongue for whenever you might want to hear it. Your nights are decorated with his tales, your dreams mirroring Zhongli's narrations like they were the script and you're a part of the play.
Zhongli only prefers to share fun things with you, so that you wouldn't get bored - but you always tell him how you'd attentively listen to him go on about even laundry.
All-around Adaptability:
Zhongli can do it all - whether it's being the big spoon, little spoon, sunshine, sunshine protector, the calm one, the lovesick puppy, the brains, the brawn, the one who encourages you to take risks or the one who keeps you from doing rash things. This god is multifaceted like gold, and he chooses to shine on you.
Never shall Celestia find a lover like him again.
#sini writes#zhongli#listing his traits like they're pokemon moves#his tera type? stellar#genshin impact#genshin x reader#drabble#zhongli x reader
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Elesa climbs to celestial tower to ring the bell. Emmet, stuck in between the distortion world, finds his way home.
Part 1/ Part 2
The conductor falls, down, down, down.
“What’s my name?” He calls to the abyss in terror (what is terror?)
He’s a singular being, right? (That’s not right. He’s one of a pair.)
The abyss gazes back. It has no answers to give, in its multitude.
Not to someone that’s so, so alone.
———
Somewhere else, one Elesa of Nimbasa rings the Celestial Tower’s Bell, over and over. Her companion, Chandelure, keeps watch.
Nothing happens.
Elesa’s stomach sinks. The reverberations of Celestial Tower’s brass bell mocks her in its echo. The vibrations of it’s distortion only makes the tears she tries to hold at bay worse.
In the blur of her failure, she sees chandelure’s flames suddenly die. Part of her panics.
The rest of her is apathetic and numb.
What’s the point? It didn’t work. Elesa closes her eyes. Tries to swallow, and fails. She’s so tired. She’s so, so tired. The deal with Azelf, the media storm she’s weathered, the constraints of her job, the almost loss of chandelure-
Emmet has been gone for three months. Ingo has been gone even longer.
They have gone where she can’t follow.
Elesa, the ghost whispers in her head. Elesa shakes her head in denial. She doesn’t want to plan right now. She wants to curl into herself, and disappear, just for a bit.
Elesa!
“I can’t do this,” she croaks. The sob in the back of her throat bubbles outwards. She wants Zebrstika. She wants Skyla. She wants her friends.
The paliphet Azelf forced her forward. It permeates her thoughts, drowning out logical thought.
(Too much willpower, and it will become an obsession, Azelf had warned her once in Ingo’s voice. And then, in Emmet’s voice: And when you fail, it willll break you. And finally, in her own voice: you will not have a choice but to move forward, with this curse.
I accept, elesa and told it back in the lake.)
I’m so tired, Elesa thinks now, two months later.
But she keeps moving forward. The bell rings again as Elesa strikes it, with all the hurt and rage and longing forced by her own hand into her soul-
-And that’s when chandelure screams, and there is a terrible rolling crack, and Elesa feels the sudden lurch in her gut as she looks up, her apathy torn into shreds as-
The sky tears open in a fractal wave.
Elesa gapes.
She can not comprehend the sudden black webbing across the sky. In the distance, sirens suddenly start wailing as people stop to perceive the impossible.
But Elesa does not care, because in that moment, the wrench in her gut is so great she almost staggers off the platform. Chandelure is by her side in an instant, her glass body a warm comfort to the sudden chill, because-
Something white is falling.
Elesa’s doesn’t know what she yells. But the tug in her chest feels like the beat of a drum, and she is helpless to the melody that calls for action.
Azelf’s blessed takes a leaping step forward, off the building. Chandelure lets out a panicked chime and the warmth of psychic cradles Elesa as she reaches out, arms outstretched, falling and flying and-
And Emmet, sparking with white electricity, reaches back.
NOTES:
AU’s Salvaging the Ship of Theseus! Everybody has a Bad Time. (Emmet and Eelektross go to Hisui and learn about the joys of the distortion world. Elesa hunts legends and makes bad deals. Ingo babysits some sneaslets.)
Backstory and explanation:
Prior this scene, Emmet was travelling Hisui with Eelektross before he falls through a mirror and becomes lost in the distortion world for a month. Elesa and Chandelure, meanwhile, refuse to give up on their remaining friend. (Ingo’s fine! He’s in Hisui right now trying to get fired so he can go searching for his memories. Eelektross is… less fine. We will Worry about That Later.)
Disclaimers: Everything’s a work in progress and subject to change!
Part 2!
#submas#submas au#salvaging the ship of theseus#(gives you a drabble)#this fucking scene…. living in my head… HARASSING ME UNTIL I WRITE AND DRAW IT.#BEGONE FOUL DEMONS#emmet#elesa#chandelure#pokemon#pokemon au#hope this haunts you as much as it haunts me#critdraws#critterbitter screams into the void#submas angst#submas fanfiction#fanfic#Spotify
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I tell you doctor! ITS A POKEMON EVOLUTION!
#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#kny#demon slayer hashira#kny spoilers#anime#demon slayer rengoku#rengoku senjuro#rengoku kyojuro#rengoku kyoujurou#rengoku#kyojuro rengoku#rengoku shinjuro#senjuro#kny senjuro#demon slayer shinjuro#shinjuro x reader#pokemon#kny drabble#knymeme#kny gifs#kny au#kny memes#kimetsu no yaiba spoilers#kimetsunoyaiba#kimetsu no yaiba x reader#kimetsu#kimetsu fanart#kimetsu no yaiba fanart#kimetsu no yaiba memes
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homelander x fem!reader who RELIGIOUSLY sleeps with a stuffed animal (me and my 20 y/o giraffe with no stuffing in his neck are totally not projecting here)...
he spends the night at her place for the first time and sees it laying on her bed, he teases her for it but is also just slightly jealous because "why do you need this old thing when you've got me?"
"What the fuck is that?" There's equal parts distain and disbelief in Homelander's voice as he plucks up the red plush toy from your bed, turning it over in his hands as a frown tugs his lips down.
"A Charmander," You reply even if you know he has no idea what that is. You busy yourself with turning the covers down as you crawl into bed. Sighing, you Homelander's gaze flicks between you and the large plush toy of a sleeping cartoon creature, one brow lifting. "Ah, right." He rolls his eyes, lips twisting in distain as Homelander squeezes the stuffed animal between his hands. The sleepy placid smile never leaves the Charmander as he briefly sneers at it. "That clears everything up," Homelander quips before dropping the stuffed animal back onto the bed. "Didn't know I was fucking such a childish woman," he goes on with a tone that's almost playful. Almost. You're used to this. Homelander isn't the most mature man. "It's soft and comfy to cuddle." You grab the plush as you settle down in bed, already pulling the covers up over your shoulder as you tuck the stuffed animal in with you. It's your bed the two of you are sharing tonight. Your pillows. Your well-worn sheets and buttery soft blankets. Homelander's bed may be the height of luxury, but it couldn't beat your own for sheer creature comforts. A content sigh escapes you as you burrow down, tucking your chin atop the stuffed animal's head. The perfect pillow. "You're really going to sleep with that- That thing while I'm here?" Homelander asks, voice incredulous as he crawls in beside you. He's quick to tuck himself about your form, never leaving any room for you to breath. Homelander nuzzles into the crook of your neck a moment before settling his chin on your shoulder. His arms snake about your middle, tugging you flush against him as Homelander releases a sigh akin to a put upon dog.
Then he huffs. You can sense as much as see the glare he's giving the toy as you glance up to him.
"Are- Are you jealous of my Charmander?" "No," it's a petulant grumble as he turns to press his face back into your neck. He nuzzles again before his teeth graze the sensitive flesh there and then he bites. "M'just not interested in an audience." There's a growl to his voice and you swear he sounds territorial. Over a plushie. You laugh and the sound turns into a delighted shriek as Homelander moves over you, teeth clamping on your neck as his hands roam over your body. Somewhere along the way, Homelander makes sure to pluck your stuffed animal free of the covers to toss it onto the floor.
#haha guess what plushie I have in my bed#also Homelander can shove it#you can pry my plushies from my cold dead hands#also Pokemon is canon in The Boys verse#Hughie said so#which means Homelander COULD have grown up with Pokemon ;;~;;#homelander#homelander x reader#the boys#homelander writing#drabble#ask#anon ask#the boys fanfic#homelander x f!reader#x reader
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I love how arven —who has been introduced as a somewhat douche —has this bright colourful Rotom case that literally has flowers and a flabebe on it
And yet Nemona —who has been introduced as someone who’s meant to be your best friend/rival and someone who is full of joy and has a seemingly endless amount of energy —has the solid colour phone case and it’s literally just plain black with no pattern’s whatsoever
#pokemon#not a drabble#not a prompt#not a wip#pokemon violet#pokemon penny#pokemon scarvi#pokemon arven#pokemon scarlet and violet#pokemon nemona#pokémon#pokemon scarlet#pokemon sv#pokeblr#pokeani#pokemon scarlet spoilers#pokémon violet#pokemon violet spoilers#my edit#pokemon scarvio#pokemon scarvio playthrough
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Kieran, handing you a Dipplin as he pushes his mask back down on his face: "H-h-here!!" You as you look down at your half eaten candy apple: 'Ah, uh, apple with a worm in it? Does he expect me to eat this? But I already have one?' Everyone staring, mouth agape: :OOOOO Carmine, sputtering out chunks of apple that go flying onto the pavement and then choking because Kieran just made the equivalent of a marriage proposal in front of their entire town: :OOOOOO You again: "Uh, let me finish... this one first..." *Holding up the half eaten apple by the stick* Kieran, face hidden under the mask:
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#x reader#kieran x reader#drabble#pokemon x reader#pokemon universe#headcanons#haha funny#kitakami#festival of masks#the mossui folk forgetting that the rest of the world doesn't....#have the dipplin tradition#it's like saying you're sweet as sugar#but also be mine forever#You: wormb..?#n-no thank you...#after all that effort#to raise the perfect iv dipplin#for you ;;;#good thing there's no rejection mark in game...#Youtube
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WOMEN EH? I know you're less into pokemon rn, but can I request some power play with Cyllene, making you call her captain and maybe if u r so generous some spanking 🥺
I will always be happy to do Pokemon characters no matter what fandom I'm currently hyper fixating on right now!
Also aah Cyllene 😫
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Cw: praise, spanking.
Dom!Cyllene x gn!reader
Cyllene struggles to keep a stern face when you're sitting in her lap like this, with your head nuzzled in her neck your shaky breaths and whimpers going straight to her core. Those fingers and hands grip your hips, grinding yourself against her. She wants to praise you for how needy you are for her, her mouth salivating with the thought of tasting you on her tongue.
Though she was far from done with you.
"Your very eager today. Is my slut desperate for my attention?" Cyllene whispered her hands sliding down just to grab your ass.
You answer immediately, her title rolling off your tongue in a way that made shivers go down her spine.
"yes Captain Cyllene."
The way you whisper her name like that, fuck.... no person should ever have this much power over her.
" now will you be good for me and lay across my lap?"
She knows you did nothing to deserve punishment, but she knows you love the way she punishes you, and she loves punishing you. How you look your ass red, your face twisting in pain and pleasure. Then just to play with your sloppy slutty holes after spanking your ass red and tender.
As you lay out across Cyllene's lap, her hand gently caresses your butt as her fingers press against your lips, demanding access to your mouth. You obey, slowly opening your mouth. Her thumb presses down on your tongue you choke on your noises when she gives you your first strike.
Usually, she has you count each strike she gives you, but today, it seems that she'd rather have you choke and suck on her fingers as her hand come barreling down onto you once again. You squeal her title a little bit too loud. Perhaps her fingers weren't deep enough. Cyllene shoves her fingers deeper down your throat.
"So good for me. So nice and pretty like this." she purrs. She rubs and gropes your ass her fingers slowly dipping down to your hole just barely putting pressure on the entrance her digits teasing and tickling your entrance leaving you wanting more when she removes her hand.
Cyllene gives you another strike, then another, then another, her hand sliding out of your mouth to cover it, to silence your noise as her strikes get harder and harder. You press your thighs together, squirming in her lap, your muffled whimpers not going unnoticed.
"are you going to cum from just my hand?"
Your nod in confirmation made her smile. Having you reach your edge by just her spanking you was so hot she couldn't help but indulge.
But first.
"uh uh uh. What do you say?"
She removes her hand from your mouth. You wasted no time tp reply " Yes Captain Cyllene"
The way you whimpered her name goes straight to her core after this; she's going to demand you call her that in that cute little voice of yours outside the bedroom too.
"Good. I want you to cum. Cum nice and hard as your captain keeps punishing you."
#smut#cyllene x reader#captain cyllene#pokemon legends cyllene#pla cyllene#pokemon cyllene#Dom!cyllene#pokemon legends arceus smut#Cyllene x reader smut#gn!reader#x gn reader#pokemon reader insert#Pokemon drabble
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Star-Crossed by Choice: Chapter 3
Yandere Raihan & Leon with Champion Darling
Pokemon SwSh and SV Crossover
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apologies for the sudden hiatus yall ;-; i've been pulling midnight days almost every day for the past month for work on top of dealing with quite a severe writer block - things has been calming down somewhat so I look forward to ramping up my writing again! thank you for your patience :3
“You ungrateful little whore,” Raihan all but snarled out, the whites of his gritted teeth glinting in the dim street light as he stared you down.
Your body instantly reacted, attempting to stumble back and away despite having collapsed on the ground, your trembling gaze all but locked on Raihan’s icy teals, unable to turn away. If looks could kill, you wouldn’t be dead, no - the fate that awaited you was so much worse than the kind embrace of death. Your Cinderace let out an uncertain trill as it looked back at you, quickly followed by an annoyed one as it shifted to block your view of the gym leader. The astute Pokemon you had the honor to call your partner was more than well aware of the situation, though its efforts did little to stop the shivers that wrecked your body as you tried and failed to force yourself to get up and move.
Raihan was hardly deterred. “After all I’ve done for you, after all you’ve put me through-” The taller man took a step forward, his towering shadow falling over you, eyes almost seeming to glow in the dark and he stared you down. “This is how you repay my love?”
It was as if your Cinderace barely existed between the two of you, those narrowed eyes piercing straight past the Pokemon and into your soul, a shot from a harpoon that hooked into your flesh and froze you in place. There was no right answer to his question, even if you could muster the words to reply, because there wasn’t supposed to be one; you were never right. Only wrong.
The town of Cortando was predictably quiet at this time of the night, with residents and student visitors having long retreated into their beds to prepare for the coming day. You envied them - and you always had - having the freedom that the new dawn would bring to look forward to. And even though you treasured every day you could roam the rolling hills of Paldea, free from the shackled throne you were forced to sit upon in Galar, it wasn’t without needing to constantly look over your back for the monsters that lurked in the shadows.
And now, the freedom you had so carefully constructed for yourself was threatening to shatter before your eyes.
You gulped, pleading eyes sliding to glance at Nemona, who was still staring blankly at the whole ongoing shitshow. What now? Could you simply give all this up? Go back to the safety of what you knew? You had to, your mind screamed at you. Concede now, surrender and return peacefully before it’s too late, and you could maybe still enjoy some semblance of the miniscule comfort you had before your abrupt escape.
But it was your heart and the sinking feeling in the base of your gut that told you the truth. That it was already too late for you: you had forced the Hammerlocke gym leader into giving up all pretense of playing the persona he was so loved for, and like an awakened dragon, the man you faced was now one usually reserved only for you and your transgressions against him. Allowing others to lay eyes on such a private side of him would hardly be kind to you if Raihan got his way.
“Hey! Eyes here while I’m talking to you,” the man snapped, and your gaze immediately jumped back to meet his, the hair on the back of your neck standing as you realized that you had been too obvious in allowing your attention to waver away from Raihan. If Cinderace hadn’t been between the two of you, you were sure around your neck was exactly where the other’s hands would be at this precise point in time. “Do I mean so little to you now, princess? Just trash to be cast aside, huh?”
What now? What else?
Yet that was hardly the whole sum of your issues at the moment. Allowing your eyes to slide away from Raihan once more as the man continued to vent and rant to himself, and there in the dim yellow light waited another patient pair, Leon looking deceptively relaxed from where he was leaned against an unassuming lamppost lazily scanning his surroundings, just a stone’s throw behind the hoodie-touting gym leader. And as if he could feel your wide-eyed stare, the ex-Champion looked up, catching your eyes lingering on him. Smirking as he dropped whatever it was that he had been tossing from one hand to the other, the purple-haired man leisurely strolled over, clapping one hand over an unusually agitated Raihan’s shoulder. “Calm, Raihan,” Leon smirked, golden eyes having never left yours. “She’s still here.”
Raihan let out an annoyed tsk, shaking Leon off of him, though the gym leader did take a deep breath and calmed down.
I’m still here, you repeated mentally. So close where they could almost grasp you, your eyes flickering between the two as their shadow only seemed to grow longer and longer, swallowing you up and dragging you further from the light, yet so far away. Your chances to get away were only getting slimmer with every passing minute. Having to shake Raihan off was one thing, with the blue-eyed man’s seemingly dragon-like senses and his ability to read you like an open book, but adding Leon into the equation was a whole different ball game.
But you had to try. Giving up and returning to that life that awaited you, it simply wasn’t an option, if not for you, then for your beloved Pokemon friends. You’ve already beaten them once, you tried to reassure yourself. All that time ago, when you had become Galar Champion, and then again and again every Championship. Slowly, painstakingly slowly, you shifted your hand, dipping into your pocket to pull out a small clicker, all the while wrecking your brains to come up with a plan. You just had to beat them again this time. Give up, those nagging voices at the back of your mind urged again.
Far from the rage that Raihan had worked himself into, Leon was still calm and collected, the tanned man with a mob of purple hair reaching out towards you, offering one ungloved hand as if an olive branch. “It’s time to come home, love,” he reassured. “It’s not too late. Everything’ll go back to normal, same way it always was, if you come home with us now. I promise.”
A lie. You know better to fall for those honeyed words - that hadn’t been a question but an order. You closed your eyes, letting out a shuddering breath. It was all too much for you.
Those amber eyes moved to lock onto your Cinderace. “And you. Return to your Pokeball.”
Your partner pokemon bristled, letting out a warning growl.
Leon had always frightened you, more than Raihan ever did. The Dragon gym leader had always been very obvious, very deliberate with his actions, never bothering to hide his intentions, to the extent of making it public to his leagues of fans the moment you were in his grasp. But you hadn’t even noticed the once-undefeated Champion’s claws wrapping around you until he already had you trapped.
The glimpse of purple hair you kept catching from the corner of your eye had you momentarily thinking of Hop, your oldest and dearest friend that you had left behind in Galar. You wondered how he was doing, whether he still thought of you like you did of him. Whether he had already achieved his goal of researching rare pokemon. Whether he still looked up to his older brother after what Leon had done to him the day you toppled Goliath and became reigning Champion.
You thought about writing to him from time to time, especially during those lonely nights when you camped out in the far corner of some field, stoking a crackling fire under the twinkling stars with your Pokemon fast asleep around you. You remembered when Hop would join you to feast on curry when the two of you were kids, when neither had any worries beyond homework and whether the channels would have the latest episode of your favorite show. But you had always decided against it at the end of the day, worried about being tracked down should Leon get a hold of one - and you could only offer simple wishes up to whatever deity was listening that Hop was doing well.
Fat load of good that did you.
Your hand moved fast, tapping away on the converted morse paddle key hidden to the side of your body: non-verbal instructions to your Cinderace. Not only was it a system that both you and your Pokemon were well accustomed with, having practiced it again and again throughout the course of the Galar Championships and beyond, but it also took advantage of Pokemon’s natural heightened senses and your two self-established “guardians” inability to understand. And you knew your partner heard you loud and clear, the bunny Pokemon’s ear twitching in acknowledgement despite keeping its back turned to you.
Though despite your best attempts, your unspoken communication didn’t go unnoticed. Leon’s face darkened, in step with Raihan snarling. “Not going to use your words?” “What did I say about clicking?”
Fortunately, right on cue, Cinderace took a quick swipe at them, forcing the two men back a few paces to avoid the tip of its feet before your partner retreated back to stand guard in front of you.
The breeze had picked up once more, carrying with it the calls of Hoothoot and the rustle of grass from outside of town, the fields alive with nocturnal Pokemon. You shivered in the warm wind, your mind racing. One step down, countless more to go. Could you pull it off?
It was far too obvious that you weren’t giving up the fight just yet, Raihan mused, sharp eyes lasering in on you as you kept your gaze downturned and focused on the ground, his grin only seeming to lengthen with the shadows that danced in the night. Sure, you had always been on the timid, shy side, even to the point of being a selective mute, but he could tell this was one of those rare times where your instinct to struggle against the current bubbled to the surface. You had always been a crafty little thing when you needed to.
Yet the scales were still tipped in his favor.
“Fiery,” the Hammerlocke gym leader all but purred out, pulling your attention out from your thoughts. “You sure you wanna do that though?” He reached into his pocket, and you flinched on instinct. Good.
Pulling out an all-too familiar Pokeball, the orb was clutched in one tanned hand held halfway out, just enough for the light to catch its top.
You turned pale, staggering to your feet immediately, your eyes locked on that ball. No doubt you would easily recognise the Pokeball he now held as your own: the once-glossy red surface painstakingly decorated with cute little details that he imagined you carving with the tip of a knife in the light of a campfire once upon a time, far out in the Wild Area and away from prying eyes. “You know who this is, don’t you, lil champ?”
You couldn’t tear your eyes away, tears beginning to well in the corner of your already swollen eyes as you tried to shake your head, attempting to plead silently to spare you the pain.
Ah that helpless, what a sight for sore eyes indeed. If only you could voice that plea.
And with a quick toss, it was clear to the hooded trainer that he had only confirmed your worst nightmares, Lapras bursting forth and manifesting before Cinderace with a cry. Back when he had let his guard down and allowed you to escape from his grasp back in Galar, you had managed to slip away with just six of your Pokemon - your prized Pokemon to say the least, given those six formed the core of your Championship team. But, Raihan smirked, casually sliding both hands into the pockets of his hoodie, it was no secret you cared deeply for all your Pokemon, and those you left behind were still in his and Leon’s possession.
Even your Cinderace seemed uncertain of the evolving situation, breaking its fighting stance to glance between you and its former ally.
Now, what were you going to do next?
Your world felt like it was on the brink of imploding, the very air just a wrong touch away from collapsing around you. That wretched thick black collar that hung from Lapras’ neck, one you were all too familiar with - you could barely bite back the whimper that you felt threatening to escape from your throat. Whatever you did, one wrong move and you would once again be the sole cause of the world of suffering Lapras would be put through.
You shaking met Lapras’ eyes, to which the Pokemon let out a mournful sigh, and Cinderace returned a sad trill. It wasn’t the first time both had found the other on opposing sides since you had your living arrangement forcibly updated at the end of the Galar Championship, but neither liked the outcome. Maybe Leon and Raihan were right. Maybe you should just give in and end the pain.
“Just leave her alone already!” A sudden interruption that sliced through the silence of the night like a hot knife through butter, and Nemona came stomping over from behind him, an uncharacteristically furious expression painted across the usually cheery girl. “She doesn’t want to go with you!” With a distinct lack of fear in her eyes and a lack of care for who your two pursuers were on the world stage, your friend marched past them without a second glance, putting herself squarely on your side and in your corner.
The Champion-ranked trainer turned to you. “Don’t get me wrong, I most definitely want to have a battle with you once all this blows over,” she declared, pausing for a moment before continuing on. “And I want to know everything. But I’m on your side. Got it?”
You simply nodded.
There was little question that Raihan and Leon would be angry, and you didn’t need to look to know just how downright pissed they were. Instead opting to turn your gaze to Nemona then to the ground, it was as if your mind had connected the dots faster than you could have realized, and you had to take a second look at the uniform-clad girl. Right before it hit you like a charging Rhyhorn, the sudden realization instantly shaking your entire perspective and turning your world upside down.
You were no longer in Galar.
Yes, there was no doubt that Raihan and Leon were still Master Class trainers that have conquered the World Coronation Championships, and were most definitely famous even here in Paldea as the famous Dragon Gym Leader of Hammerlocke and the former Galar Champion. But missing were the leagues of women who would throw their weeks away to comb every inch of grass for signs of you on Raihan’s command. And gone were the nosy trainers who would be more than happy to turn over information on your location just for a word of praise from Leon, or the crowds of your self-declared fans who could recognize you turned inside out from a yard away.
They were as good as nobodies here, and so were you.
And now all the wheels began to turn. The modified morse paddle key that served as your clicker went into overdrive as you tried to get your thoughts out to Cinderace as fast as your fingers could go.
You could get away. There was still a way out for you.
Raihan seemed to have caught on to the sudden hope that surged in your veins, the toothy grin on his face dropping as he narrowed his eyes. “Lapras, Hydro Pump,” he ordered.
Lapras resisted, letting out a defiant cry as it rebelled against his orders. Your countdown has started.
Two clicks, and your Cinderace leapt forward, foot extended to land a Double Kick.
You didn’t look to see if the attack landed, attempting to turn out all external sounds from your buzzing ears; the butterflies in your chest already made it hard enough to keep breathing. Instead, you cleared your throat, your mouth moving as you tried to force a word, a sound, anything from your vocal chords. “S-St-” You exhaled, shuddering, your efforts going unnoticed amidst the chaos of the moment.
The Dragon Gym Leader had withdrawn a small remote, a promise, not a threat. “Lapras, use Hydro Pump,” he ordered again.
It wasn’t enough. A full word. All you needed was a single full word. If not for yourself, then for the hell that your Pokemon had been through - there was no other choice. You had to do it.
Nemona’s eyebrows were furrowed as she watched the battle go down, the other three trainers paying little attention to you as you carefully tiptoed over to retrieve your backpack off the ground, the clock in your head ticking down slowly but surely. Tick tock, the nagging voices in your head whispered to you. Tick tock.
There was little time to decide what the right move was, whether you did the right thing; you simply rationalized that you should pick whoever you wouldn’t mind being stuck with again should you have to return to Galar. Raihan did treat you like royalty whenever he wasn't angry at some unspoken rule that you unknowingly broke, and would only increase should you pick him, with the downside being the numerous eyes and constant spotlight that followed the popular trainer around. While no doubt that Leon’s treatment of you would improve greatly if you picked him, the man had always been very demanding, holding you to an impossible standard.
Reaching into your backpack right for your Pokemon as Cinderace dodged the jet of water aimed at him, everything that happened next took but a blink of an eye.
All you could muster the strength to mutter was a single word, yet it was enough. A broken whisper of a single syllabus, mumbled by a hoarse voice that didn’t seem to see much use. “Raihan-”
Both men instantly startled, amber and aqua eyes snapping straight to yours as their jaws dropped. But it was all the distraction you needed.
Click. Your Vileplume manifested, instantly using Stun Spore, with both Vileplume Cinderace being recalled to their respective balls before the yellow dust even touched the ground.
You grabbed Nemona’s arm, yanking her backwards with surprising strength as you clutched your backpack tight to your chest. Another shrill song as Gardevoir manifested, the Psychic pokemon lightly touching its green sleeve-like arms to you, using Teleport.
And in under a minute, your little group was gone, vanishing without a trace from Cortondo.
“She-she said my name,” Raihan mumbled again and again, sounding very much star-struck. “My name. M-”
“Shut the fuck up,” Leon snapped back, annoyed.
Being left sprawled on the ground waiting for the effects of the paralysis to fade didn’t help much with the former Galar Champion’s mood, even less so when you had been just an arm’s length away. One grab away from going back to how life had been with you. And now, Leon had to live with the fact that after years and years of patience, waiting eagerly for a chance to hear your elusive voice. Soft and gentle, like the trickle of a river, your voice had been everything he ever imagined and more - and it was his rival’s name that left your lips first.
It must be her, the purple-haired man fumed, a soft glow of red as an equally paralyzed Lapras was recalled to its ball by a giddy, giggling Raihan. That stupid Champion-ranked girl with the green highlighted hair. All his time and effort, taming and training you into his love - and she had broken his perfect you the moment his back was turned. All his work for nothing, gone like sand art at high tide.
Letting out a groan as Leon finally felt control of his body return, he could only slam the back of his head into the dust once in frustration before standing.
Raihan had won this fight, but Leon sure as hell was going to make sure he wins the war.
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CW: NSFW, Religious Struggles, Struggles with Lust, Guilt, Male Solo, Horny drabble
Getting used to writing again sorry if this sucks 💔
In order to be a devoted worshipper of Sinnoh, you must treat your body as a temple and not be intimate with anyone else unless you're married to someone. This is a rule that the Diamond and Pearl Clan have both followed, it was one of the most prominent rules out there for them.
Adaman, being the leader of the Diamond Clan had to be the most righteous one in the clan, while yes, he definitely had a pretty face and was sometimes so hopelessly flirtatious with people it hurt, he was still supposedly a virgin or just not driven by lust like other humans who don't worship Dialga. Adaman was a religious man, a devoted follower, yet in private that wasn't the case at all. Hormones eventually took place and for years his mind has turned filthy and eventually when his lower region was hot and stuffy he couldn't take it anymore, especially when he was pent up — he'd feel his hard on twitch against his pants and make them only get tighter around his thighs, he'd pull down his pants and let his cock spring out and beg for attention.
His cock would drool with precum onto whatever surface was below him and his cock would twitch as he teased the tip of his cock with his fingers, wanting to spend as much time pleasing himself as possible. His cock was uncut and fairly large, 8 inches with enough girth to mold any hole he used into being his and his alone, his veins were prominent and pulsated and he could feel how full his balls were from not releasing for so long, he was just so fucking needy. As he slowly started pumping himself, his breath would hitch and his back would threaten to arch already and he would try to fuck his hand slowly, his arm moved up and down with precision, occasion rutting into his hand like an Arcanine in heat.
And his throat would let out the prettiest moans ever, he has a hard time sounding masculine and dominant because he moans 'like a girl'. He'd mewl and curse himself, he'd suppress his moans but can't help but let out those sounds signifying how good he felt. He'd mutter "Almighty Sinnoh" to himself. He hated it all, how pathetic it made him — a leader, feel. He would bite his lip until he swore he could taste something metallic. His face would be flushed with a brilliant red. It was so bad to give into lust, how could he be a leader when he gave in so easily? It felt like an addiction sometimes.
And eventually he'll realize how needy he really is and began fucking his hand as if it were a person, as if he was in someone right now. He craved being on top of someone, his barely chest against there's and rubbing against their body for heat. He wanted to feel someone's warm lips on his, their tongue tied with his, his body was so hot from the thought of it. From the thought of being so intimate yet fucking someone like a wild Pokémon. He'd finally let out a low grown and feel himself sweat, he was so hot... His muscles would tense in a way that was so pleasurable and his eyes would flutter shut while his mouth hung open as he finally released in his hand. He wouldn't stop there, for someone so worried about time preservation, he'd spend a while just to get himself off until he was satisfied. Until his whole body was hot and trembling from the multiple orgasms he had.
Until his hair was so messy and frizzy that it would look suspicious to anyone who saw. Until he's overstimulated himself so much he can't think. And after all that, he'd clean himself up, not being able to look at his own reflection. Guilt formed in the pit of his stomach, and after he prayed to Sinnoh knowing it was going to happen again. He knows that not only had he failed Almighty Sinnoh, he has failed his own clan, how could he look anyone else in the eye now?
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Ok hear me out....
Rengoku
But all he says is Umai
I know and read that some people might find it cringe when he shouts his Umai, but gosh I actually fell in love with him with his first umai shout, so I am totally digging this 😂
So let's create following scenario:
What if Umai is the only word in his vocabulary? (don’t think too logically here and just imagine a crazy blood demon art, alright?)
Imagine then the different tones he would say it. Not him shouting it like we know, but the different vocal nuances. When he has a question and goes: “Umai?”
Or if he gets angry and is all broody, his voice grumbling in that deep timber. “Umai…!”
Or when he hears you giggling because his soft kisses tickled you and he also chuckles out his “Umai”
Or when suddenly his kisses travel down your body, making you whimper, and whispering at each lick and kiss a soft and seductive “Umai~”
crossposted on AO3
#I just realized that I turned him into a human Pokemon.#dsjflsdkjfslkdf omg also I am sorry if this is not what you expected#but this idea lives now rentfree in my head#thank you for the ask!#sunnys work#demon slayer#demon slayer drabble#kimetsu no yaiba#kimetsu no yaiba drabble#kny#kny drabble#kyojuro rengoku#kyojuro x reader#kyojuro x y/n#rengoku kyojuro#rengoku x y/n#rengoku x you#rengoku x reader
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So hear me out, fem [it's ok if you prefer gn] reader that is like a second in command of the RVT's meeting her past rival Spinel while on that whole 'spinel took the pendant but not even a week later an green cat took it from him' scenario
Like when she arrived at the ship started having an argument with him in front of the trio after that whole fiasco because he brought up that she lost in their last battle back then
Spinel x Past Rival!Reader | Headcannons & Drabble
I do apologise, I didn't quite understand your request at the start, and I don't know how to write arguing scenes,,
You and Spinel have been rivals since- well- forever.
Over time, as the two of you grew older, the rivalry only intensified, with him doing illegal activities just to get a step ahead of you.
Your Eevee evolved into an Espeon? Great, his Eevee evolved into an Umbreon.
You got a water type? He got a magneton.
Despite all this, you've managed to defeat him half of the time, even a bit more than that.
The last battle the two of you had was when you two were in your mid teens. You were going after champion rank and he was there- because- he's your rival!! That's what rivals do, get in your way.
Despite you mostly wining against him, he won the final battle before the two of you eventually lost contact.
Not too long after the two of you lost contact, you joined the RVT and he joined the Explorers.
The RVT was your second home, and later became your main home as you became second in command.
Being second in command, you had to make sure everyone was okay whilst Friede wasn't on board,
In all honesty, you forgot about Spinel, the two of you haven’t seen each other in a good few years now, and even though he was a strong rival, he slipped your mind, you had more important things to worry about like making sure Liko, Roy and Dot are okay.
Sometimes you swore the trio were a magnet for trouble, but it didn't matter, you still cared about them.
The day Liko went missing, you couldn’t help but blame yourself, you let Liko go alone, unsupervised.
You and the gang found Liko a day later in Levincia of all places which confused you to no ends, how was she there? Why was she there?
You had so many unanswered questions, but they didn't matter as she was safe.
But the one thing you immediately noticed was that her precious Pendant was stolen (alongside her memories that she got back later).
It wasn't until you were faced with an Umbreon that you suddenly remembered Spinel,
(No, getting jumped in an alley by a Magneton and a Beheeyem somehow didn't remind you of him),
"Go Umbreon. I do apologise that you have to fight some weak opponents,"
Memories flashed in your mind.
You knew that Umbreon.
It was the same Umbreon who stood proudly after Spinel had defeated you before you could fight the Elite 4.
"I'm especially sorry for sending you out to battle y/n, you know how weak they are,"
Spinel's voice rang in your ears as his Umbreon let out a low growl, remembering your Espeon from battle, resulting in your partner pokémon letting out a snarl of its own.
"Remember what happened at the league? You thought you were so prepared to face the Elite 4,? But you couldn't even beat your own rival?" Spinel taunted.
Oh how you wished you could wipe that stupid smirk off his face.
"I've grown. I've become a better trainer with my pokémon." Your protests fall short as Spinel laughs again. His disbelief annoying you to no ends.
"You're still using that weak little Espeon of yours, you know it doesn't stand a chance against my Umbreon."
The fur on your Espeon's back stood up. She never liked being compared to the Umbreon which by all means was understandable, with the dark type not being affected by her typing's moves.
"She isn't weak. She's won against your Umbreon!"
"Like what? Two times out of the many? Don't be so delusional."
You could feel Liko's worried gaze on you as you tried to think of something, anything to talk back.
"Umbreon, use dark pulse."
"Espeon, dodge!"
Another cackle came can be heard from the probably-still-teal haired man.
"If you're so strong. Why are you scared of a dark pulse,?"
Gritting your teeth you flex your fingers, glancing around to try and find a way to use your sorroundings to your advantage.
"Espeon! Use Dazzling Gleam!"
Without even a word spoken, the Umbreon effortlessly doged it.
Letting out a hiss, your Espon jumped back to your side, glaring at her foe.
"You're still the same inexperienced trainer,"
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Drabble portion edited by the wonderful @amethiosspouse !!
#Thanks again to amethiospouce for editing the drabble portion!#the HCs were just edited by me#so thats why they might be a bit worse#Spinel x Reader#Anipoke Spinel x reader#Explorer Spinel x reader#Request#Cannon x reader#New Horizons x Reader#Pokemon x reader#Pokémon x reader#my work#x reader#Reader has an Espeon because it kinda fit#Pokemon Horizons x reader#Pokemon new horizons x reader
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Demon Submas x reader! I've been having fun seeing all the demon twins content that I wanted to also try writing something.
No blankshipping, gender neutral reader
Scenario below
The twins aren't quite accustomed with human culture despite how many millennia they've been alive. It was fair to say they're like this due to their demonic nature, given the fact they are entities beyond human comprehension.
However, they conjured human forms to participate in your world after they found you, their soulmate. Demon and human soulmates are typically a recipe for disaster. Demons who lacked the patience and integrity don't treat their human partners kindly, terrorizing them accidentally in an effort to show their commitment to them. Some humans outright shun their demon partners or some demons trap their humans into a state of forced submission, which guarantees never being able to invoke true, genuine love between them.
Nobori and Kudari were determined to not let that be their circumstances when they found out their soulmate was human. Granted, they were shocked at the news of their partner but grew excited when they shared the same human.
In order for them to appear before you, you needed to summon them first. You came across a soulmate ritual online that you decided to do for fun, taking the idea of magic lightly.
You summoned them correctly! They appeared in your bedroom but the human forms they created weren't correct, part of their eldritch qualities were exposed and they were too much for your human brain to comprehend, sending you into a state of hysteria, their voices overtaking your thoughts. Your state of shock nearly drives you into insanity, if not stopped.
Seeing your reaction, Nobori immediately puts you to sleep, you collapse in his shadowy tendrils as Kudari cries. They erase your memories and set you in your bed, leaving the room the way it was before hiding.
Nobori hides in your shadows and Kudari hides by passing on from one light source to another at first. They want to see what you're like before even trying to see you again.
They see what your life is like though observations, making adjustments when they deem fit. When you walk up stairs, it feels like there's a force supporting you. You don't remember there being a stop sign on this street but there is one now. You forgot your lunch at home but your work surprises everyone with catering from your favorite restaurant; you take home a lot of leftovers. Little adjustments completely directed by them.
It's strange but you start to take notice of your little blessings. Saying a little, "Thank you," in quiet moments where others can't hear you. But they can. Though they know you're thinking of someone else, another god or diety of this world and not them, they do take in a sense of pride that they're bringing you some comfort and joy.
They're not quite sure how to approach you yet, but they've got the right spirit. Approaching you so boldly is deemed an irresponsible choice given how your mind can't comprehend them. But having a mundane being such as a human being soul mates to demons... it is understandably quite dangerous. Would you understand or even accept them? How does this world even react to demons? Humans exist in nearly all worlds but their culture and civilization differs in some small or impactful ways. This is the first time the demons had seen humans being the only intelligent humanoid race in a world completely devoid of magic. Even the strange creatures that outnumber the human population here don't draw their powers from magic. How truly bizarre. If they showed their mightiness...that would surely frighten you, now wouldn't it?
#inspired by yanban if i'm right#yanban has a popular demon submas thing going on#decided to write a little drabble about it too!#ingo x reader#emmet x reader#pokemon x reader#pokemon ingo x reader#pokemon emmet x reader#male reader#gn reader#my writing
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