#top n harmonia x reader

[nsxreaders]

Char. N Harmonia

Syn. You, the adopted child of N, go to his office in the dead of night...

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content. 18+, psuedo-incest, forced feminization, pet names, omegaverse, underage, grooming, manipulation, mind break, breeding/knotting, bond marking, dumbification, reader has a penis (otherwise gender neutral aside from the feminization kink), omega reader, puppy person reader, alpha N

There was a knock on his office door again tonight. He already knew who it was; nobody would call on him at such a late hour.

“Come in,” He hummed. He didn’t set aside the papers in his hand, organizational work for Plasma, government legislature, etcetera… He glanced up from them to see you.

You’re small for a thirteen-year-old, even for an Omega, and on the weaker side to boot. Malnutrition and abuse from your previous life outside had done a lifelong number on you. You’re a little slow, quiet and shy. The past years of rehabilitation and growth have done miracles for you, but your jitters gave away how much there was left to go.

On your path to health, like the abandoned baby Litten that never learned how to hunt, there was the milestone of gaining the strength and confidence to pursue what you want.

“U-um… Daddy?”

He smiled. You took to that name well. Anything but what he called his own father was perfect.

“Yes?”

You crossed the room slowly. At an unsteady pace, you walked around his desk, and stood next to him. He finally put down his work to turn his chair, and face you.

Did words strictly need to be exchanged? Not really, but voicing your desires was yet another battle to be won for you. N pushed his bangs back through his fingers, and smiled at you.

“Can I do something for you?”

Shakily, jerking your chin up and down, you nodded. You already knew what he would say next, so you cut ahead; “I w-want to h-have sex.”

“Well,” He spread his legs a little further. “Here it is. Let me know if you need help.”

It was all in your hands. To be frank, he wouldn’t exactly let you run away, but…he didn’t ask you to come here tonight. Every step forward was your own volition, your own conviction, your own need. He hadn’t forced you since you were far smaller, and in need of guidance. Now, you opened his fly and pulled out his flaccid cock with intimate, well-instructed experience. Thinly veiled desire drooled out of you with the heft and thickness in your fingers. The smell of your slick clung to you.

Admittedly, he was getting hard fast. Already half mast, and you’d just begun to grasp him. It was just so cute to see you struggle with his size, every time. A bit of an ego boost.

“You don’t have to deepthroat it,” He soothed you. “Just do your best.”

“I wanna,” You mumbled, wetting your lips. It was a good thing, then, that he trained your gag reflex out of you. You must be grateful.

To start, you kissed his tip. Your small mouth couldn’t fit his whole length, but slowly, inch by inch, your cheeks and jaw flexed with as much as you could take. Your tongue played with his flushing head while your fingers fluttered around the base. It wasn’t long before he was fully hard and forcing you to sit up on your haunches properly to reach, teasing the beginnings of his knot with your fingers.

“Mmmh,” He hummed his approval. His long fingers settled on your head, snaking into your hair. “Your roots are showing,” He commented on the fuzz of your natural color at your scalp, inching into the permanently died curls of green that you were so proud of, thumbing at your puppy ears. You did it on your own; he wasn’t expressing an expectation, he was helping you maintain your own wish.

His swell of pride in you choosing to look like him was purely of support, not of ownership.

You hummed around his cock, bobbing deeply on it. Blatantly, you were only prepping him for something. Before long, you pulled off and started wiggling out of your pants and underwear, curled tail wagging. So eager.

He chuckled under his breath at the amount of slick all over your lower half, making even your shaved mound and limp cocklet shine. You definitely tried playing with yourself, only to end up unsatisfied. Defeated by your own lust, you came to him.

“Come here, sweetie,” He patted his knee. You hopped up right away - your chin only reaching up to his shoulder. Settling happily, you clung to him with open excitement, shivering.

Your scent gland, still so pure, unmarked, hidden away by the collar he bought you. Idly, he stroked his thumb over it. Just that was enough to draw a pleased sound from you, though whether you knew what it really meant or not was unclear.

He tilted your chin up, and kissed you. Slowly, deeply, he ravaged your mouth as you opened yourself to him. His hand slid down your back. You jumped deliciously when his fingers scratched your tail, but he wasn’t aiming for that.

Your entrance, gushing slick on his pants and twitching with need, gave easily to his fingers. With so much time devoted to molding you to him, it was only natural that there was little tension against only two fingers. He was only testing if you’d prepped yourself adequately.

And you had not. His third finger was an actual push that made you whine, and a fourth needed time.

“You’re not ready,” He mused idly. “I wonder, did you want my cock? Or did something else bring you here? You know to prepare yourself properly when you plan on seeing something through. I taught you that.”

“I-I…”

He gazed down at you deeply. “Do you want to tell me? Or do you need time?”

You shuddered, and the hint of fear tinged your scent. He was well used to it; so well used to it that it made his cock jump from associations. The thin, sharp notes of it were…an acquired taste.

“Well?” He prompted you, failing to keep the husk out of his voice. You were tempting him. But you had to speak, you had to grow, he was nurturing you.

“T-time,” You cried, arching your back from the way his fingers stretched you. “Time, mmmph - t-tiiiimmmeeee… N-need time…”

“Thank you for telling me.” He cheerfully twisted his fingers to hit your prostate just right, forcing a loud sob from your throat.

Soon, he could fit the fourth finger and begin stretching you in earnest. He hadn’t worried about you fitting him for a long time, given how much of a perfect match you were for him, but this was a necessary step to maintain your health. While you'd be happy with any treatment he gave you sooner or later, he couldn’t afford to give you anal tears. The first time was bad enough.

Diligently, he spread you, urging you to relax with gentle murmurings in your ear, his other hand petting you all over. Slick ran down to his wrist in rivulets. “Did you drink enough water?” He asked you.

You nodded. “Good,” He praised. “Remember to hydrate yourself later, as well.”

It was important that you take care of yourself, that he taught you to. Very important to nurture you.

How to fuck you…? He hummed, considering his options, but decided to simply have you in his lap. He leaned back, lifting you easily, lining up his cock. The anticipation always made his heart thump and sing. You, dripping your hot juices into his member, gazing at him with all the love and desire in the world contained in your dazed, lidded eyes.

He loved you.

Slowly, your hips lowered. His member met the ring of muscle; easily, you relaxed with a sigh, and sank inch by delicious inch into him, accepting his knot with only a brief squeak of discomfort. Fully settled, your feet dangled as you sighed. He was sad that you were growing too big for the bulge of his cock to show through your tummy as obviously as before, but he was comforted by the knowledge that you wouldn’t grow much bigger.

As he mused, basking in the pleasure your clinging, sloppy, warm hole gave him, he almost missed the way your face fell. How you hiccupped, not of pleasure or pain, but of oncoming tears. But he caught it quickly.

“What’s wrong, y/n?” He asked. Wiping your tears, he gazed at you with open concern. “Does something hurt? Or are you sad about something?”

“...” You shook your head. “I-It's stupid,” You mumbled, with that same tinge of fear as before. “I'm o-okay…Please fuck me…”

He considered reprimanding you for your rude and self-defaming use of “stupid”, you knew better than that, but decided against it. There were better times for it. “Let me be the judge,” he said instead. “I'll see if it’s truly stupid.”

You squeezed your eyes shut and shook your head resolutely. “'M sorry,” You mumbled, “I d-don’t wanna talk about it…”

He couldn’t argue with that. It was important to respect boundaries, after all. If he just had to fuck you while you cried, then so be it.

He lifted you up and down, but your crying didn’t stop. Before he could build a proper pace, you started whining in clear discomfort and twisted this way and that to worm out of his grasp. You weren’t getting anywhere, but it was annoying enough to make him stop, which annoyed him even more.

“Y/N,” he said firmly. You froze up entirely, eyes wide with fear. “Do you want my cock, or not?”

“...” You sniffled. “... No,” You mumbled. You twisted your fists into his pants. “I d-dunno…I'm scared…”

You must lack the words to vocalize whatever was wrong. “Did something happen?” He asked.

“Are you gonna leave?” You asked.

N blinked at you.

He did, in fact, have plans to leave the castle. Business must be taken care of. After he beat the other hero and defeated his father, Plasma had successfully begun extricating Pokémon from people. He must see this process through, which required some travel.

… You will be alone. He hadn’t quite thought about that. You must see him amidst all this preparation, and feel very afraid. You'd never been away from him; you do everything together, morning to night.

How very cute. How adorable. A grin tugged at his cheeks.

When he was a child, he was devastated by his father's absence, though that was better for him in the long run. Putting you though that same devastation… he refused.

He and you would not be separated. But a curious side to him rose up; he wanted to know the depths of your desperation, how much it would devastate you. He wanted to hear you beg for him to stay.

“There are plans,” he said evenly.

You squirmed unhappily. “L-let me go,” You mumbled tearfully. “I don' wanna anymore - I wanna go-”

He held you fast. “Why run?” He asked.

“B-because,” You insisted. You were starting to grow afraid for a different reason; you knew, too, that he wouldn’t just let you go. “I - I-”

He lifted you up, and slammed you down. You screamed.

“Use your words,” he said, mildly pissed.

You babbled incoherently around hiccupping sobs for a minute, clenching wildly around him. With a bit-off groan, he rolled his hips into you. “C'mon, I made sure you became literate,” he said. “Try harder. Don’t disappoint me by babbling like you did when I first picked you up.”

You cried, tears streaming down your cheeks. Eventually, you gathered yourself up enough to sob, “I'm s-scared!”

“Of what,” He pressed, impatient. He licked his lips. “I know that, it's in your scent.”

You try pulling off of him again. He growled.

All at once, he cleared off his desk with one sweep of his arm to press you down on it, watching your chest heave wildly, arms flailing for purchase. Legs dangling, ears pulled back and pressed down flat by a strong hand on your back, you were unable to escape now.

“Now, I know you’re a little dumb,” he said. He tried not to rock in and out of you too much despite how much your pussy was begging for him, because you wouldn’t hear a damn thing he was saying if he did. “so vocalizing your thoughts and feelings is difficult for you. But you have to try. You aren’t so incompetent that you can’t figure yourself out, surely?”

You panted, struggling for air. For a moment, the was only silence as you desperately tried to untangle yourself. But you gave up.

“I don’t know,” You sobbed. “I t-tried to - I tried to touch myself b-but I need you but you’re gonna leave and I need you and I'm scared…!! I-I never - I never n-needed anyone…!”

He didn’t bother to hide his grin. He had his final variable, and the full equation lay before his eyes.

You, abandoned and abused at so young, taken in and nursed to health by him, had never loved or needed anyone before. Now that you knew the taste of such bliss, the thought of losing him even for a little was so deeply terrifying - maybe how much you loved and needed him itself was so horrifying to you - that you'd try to push him away to protect your heart. But you still couldn’t get off by yourself, and your body wouldn’t stop clinging to his cock even as you tried to pull away.

He laughed. You sobbed fitfully, and he laughed.

“Okay,” He managed to calm himself enough to speak properly. “Okay, love.” Slowly, he pulled himself out inch by inch, until only his head remained inside. “Here. I'll teach you something.”

Your sobs quieted, and you listened.

“I'll count to ten.

“If you don’t run away, and instead use your big girl words and tell me how you really feel, intelligently, then we'll just have a calm, quiet night together, reading books, conversing, having fun together in a civilized way. We'll have tea and cookies and play chess. We could even talk together about what to do about my leaving, workshopping solutions we both like.” He smiled, caressing your back. “You'd like that, wouldn’t you?

“If you don’t use your words and instead just try to run again…” He bit his bottom lip. “Well, you won't be getting away from me again. You won't be walking.

“If you don’t make a choice, then…” He shrugged. “Maybe having choices is just too much for you. Maybe I should have you as a pet instead of a child from now on.” He chuckled darkly, full of thrill. “That way, you can have all the happiness of being loved and taken care of, without any of the hardship, struggle, or burden of humanity.”

He did not miss how your whole body shuddered. Tongue flicking out to wet his lips, he drew in a breath.

“Ready?”

You froze up again. He began, knowing exactly how it would end. You just had to learn.

“One…”

Your jaw was flexing with the attempt to say something, anything, but all that came out was incoherent noise - if anything at all.

“Two…”

Still, you tried to speak, but hiccupping from your sobs and your shot voice didn’t help you.

“Three…”

You wriggled away. You tried to, you did, but every time his flared head dragged on your hole you pushed back reflexively, collapsing on the hard wood of the desk and clenching strongly.

“Four…”

He bit his bottom lip, resisting the impulse to fuck you already. Quickly, you were ending up with more inside of you than you started with.

“Five…”

You still hadn’t succeeded, but you gave up on talking. Committing to escape, you at least chose to attempt agency.

“Six…”

He was a little disappointed. He wanted to rip this will from you so badly.

“Seven…”

Your knees made it into the desk, but you just couldn’t pull away without crying out. You tugged and tugged and tugged.

“Eight…”

He even gave you such a generous head start. If he left his knot inside of you, you'd have given up immediately. How well you were trained, to find even his tip irresistible, to be unable to pull away from that little? You were so beautiful in your greed, your helplessness.

“Nine…”

You almost had it. You did. Just barely, your hole strained, with your trembling knees and arms doing their best to commit to pulling away. Just when it looked like you would finally free yourself…

…N grabbed your hips and slammed them flush to his with a loud squelch and pop as his full size hit your deepest point, knot to tip. “Ten.”

You came. With a shriek, you quaked uncontrollably, legs falling off the table as you squirted around him, voice rising in delirium. His laugh at you was strained by his own pleasure, the feeling of your insides clenching down on him so strongly.

There was no reason to hold back anymore. You made your choice. You made your choice when you walked in, when you accepted his affections, when you agreed to stay with him all those years ago. He was only fulfilling your dreams. You wanted this. He was only nurturing you.

Wisely, he had the desk nailed down some months ago. Now he could fuck you with abandon and it wouldn’t be shoved away by the force. He knew he was hurting your thighs on the edge of it; you were not going to walk after this.

Your voice was punched out of you with every thrust. You'd collapsed to simply take what he gave you, moaning as his knot abused your hole.

He wasn’t going to last long, not after the past while of preparation and teasing. “Y/N,” He groaned, leaning down to teethe at your collar. The pressure in his cock was making his knot catch, and only a few thrusts later he couldn’t pull out again. You'd need morning after pills… but the thought of not giving them to you, of watching your little body change with pregnancy, holding his pups…

He dug his teeth into your shoulder. Groaning loudly, his knot burst. You were full right away and only overflowed from there, sick squelching sounds as he grinded his thick, creamy cum deeper into you. In the throes of pleasure, he wanted his seed to take more than anything.

Your voice was broken by your cries. He was still hard, only just started, and you were fucked out. With a sigh, he carefully turned you into your back, still knotted, and hunched over you. Your glassy eyes stared up into his.

With a little breathless Omegan coo, your legs wrapped locked at his hips. He smiled, and kissed you.

“You’re mine,” He mumbled on your lips. One of his hands played with your hair, as green as his. “Don’t think for a second that there’s any other path for you. That I'll leave you, that you’ll ever be alone again…” He smiled. “You’re not very smart.”

Your gaze went wide, helplessly locked on him. “I was thinking,” He mused. “Since I have to think for you anyway, what good is you making figure anything out? In attempting to raise your intelligence, in trying to make something of you that you clearly aren’t? It's not like we'll ever be intellectual equals.” He shrugged. “I believe we should switch tracks.”

He sat up, and smiled. “You’re right, Y/N. You are stupid.”

Your big doe eyes blinked up at him, scent bursting forth with fear and strong arousal. His nose flared, eyes bright.

“You're helpless,” He stated. “You’re traumatized. You’re slow. You’re an Omega, a puppy at that. And frankly, your dick is so useless it's hard to imagine that you qualify as a boy, let alone ever qualifying as a man. You love your pussy so much you can't even feel good with this thing.” He flicked it, limp as it was, swamped by just the bulge his cock made in you. It took a while, but this part of your training is what was most proud of. Because you never wanted to become a man, that was never for you…

N tilted his head at you. “No, I don’t think you ever becoming a real, independent, intelligent person was ever in the cards for you.”

Something like misery swirled in your eyes, turning them glassy with tears, but he wasn’t done yet.

“Don’t be sad,” He cooed, using his Alpha voice for the extra mile of soothing. You all but melted immediately. “It's nothing to be sad about. It's the truth. The truth is that I can't leave you alone.”

He wrapped his arms around you, lifting you. He kissed the single tear that rolled down your cheek. “I love you, exactly as you are,” He murmured to you. Fully to you, only to you. “I love taking care of you, more than anything in the world. I love being with you, I love thinking for you, I love making you feel good, I love his good you make me feel…” He sighed against your lips.

“Your imperfect self is perfect for me.”

You squirmed, not to get away, but to get closer, impossibly closer. Arms locking behind his neck, you peered at him through your eyelashes. He saw right through you; you always liked talking more with your body than your mouth.

“You don’t have to say anything anymore,” He smiled, shifting his hands to your hips. “I won't be disappointed. We've discovered who you are now.”

His lips grazed your ear, and he purred, “My sweet little baby girl. Forever and ever.”

His knot had gone down just enough to pull out again. Just like that, he fucked into you with enough force to make you bounce. And you came again, blubbering mindlessly as your orgasm rocked through you.

He reached up, and pressed his thumb to your collar. A fingerprint lock; the only person who was ever going to unlock it was him.

Your scent was even sweeter freed. He moaned, lips attacking your gland as your head rolled on your neck. “F-fuck,” It was so good, he couldn’t help but curse. “Baby, you're mine. Mine, forever…”

N found you, N took you in, N bathed you, N fed you, N clothed you, N taught you to read, to write, to speak, to think… N taught you your body, his body, how to be, late nights spent teaching and teaching and teaching… He nurtured you. He did everything for you, he who was given nothing.

He made you. Wholly and completely, you are his.

N's teeth dug into your gland. You must be reassured beyond belief, the very image of peace. You will truly never, ever be separated from him now.

[ridreamir]

I want to write a long, maybe 20K+ x Reader Fic and I need to know who you guys might want to see that for. I'd be looking to have a decent chunk of it done in one week, though I'm not the best writer and don't have beta readers :p Also also, again I'm a little uncomfy with writing for Kieran now that I've received word he's like confirmed 14 ish but if the plot is something to do with him being in his 20's way after the main events of Scarlet and Violet then I don't mind as much, it's still a little odd but I could 100% come up with an interesting story I'll leave the poll active for a week but might choose a little before it ends if the results are clear :^) My main focus is on plot and I'll be trying not to write anything super boring so there's probably going to be something lore-y involved. Picked a couple of possible main focus characters just off the top of my head :p

[tsukaramachi]

Reunited (Yandere N Harmonia x Reader)

(The image above is from a pokemon valentines event btw not my art. Sorry if my writing sucks :/ The story is also on quotev too and if anyone wants me to post the Yandere akira one too then send me an ask in the ask box please)

“I’m finally coming home…” looking down at the mass of land underneath you as a couple of clouds blocked your vision. You have arrived back home in your own region, Unova. Petting the side of Reshiram’s white feathers, you ponder on where you should land. You thought about paying a visit to your mother in Nuvema town, but it was still a bit far away.

Looking down, you notice how some things have changed since you last visited. From what you’ve heard, your child friends had built a new life for themselves. Cheren became the new first gym leader to challenge the new youth and Bianca is an assistant for professor Juniper. You haven’t been able to hear from them much since they’ve gotten busy, but you still consider them your best friends even after your journey finished.

While reminiscing about your adventures, your hold on Reshiram’s feathers tightens. Prompting the legendary to look at you.

“Ah sorry Reshiram…I was just thinking about my friends…”

You watch as the white dragon breathes out a small breath of fire as if it’s exhaling at your lie. The legendary could clearly tell that you’re upset, but it turns back to looking forward once again. You sigh as you loosen your grip on Reshiram’s feathers and gently pet the area. Sometimes you end up tugging too tightly on its feathers, causing it to grow agitated but it never scolds you for it. For it knows the reason why you’ve been so somber lately.

After your last battle with N. The green haired boy disappeared with Zekrom. You searched all around Unova to find him afterwards and even heard about how some people spotted a giant black dragon flying in the sky. But you could never find him. You even took a journey to a far away regions in hope of finding N, but after two years. You couldn’t find him.

So here you are, finally coming back to your home region.

In the distance, the silhouette of a tower comes into view. Squinting your eyes to try and make out the building. A small smile makes it’s way upon your lips.

Dragonspiral tower, the place where you caught Reshiram and also a place you used to visit quite often. Reshiram flies over to the top of the tower, flapping its wings as it slowly lands on top of the old stone floor. You hop off from Reshiram’s back and throw your arms into the air. Holding your posture, you stretch your body to get rid of the stiffness you felt from sitting for so long. Dropping your hands down, you put your hands on top of your hips.

Taking a look around, the dreary atmosphere makes you feel a bit unsettled. Crumbled white columns and stray debris scattered about isn’t the most comforting, but you’re fond of the tower for something else.

Here, you ventured through the tower along with your pokemon against team plasma. When you reached the top, you witnessed N awaken Zekrom. Then you caught Reshiram at the top of the very same tower. Being here, you could recall one of the memories you had of N. You feel a nudge from the white legendary as it pushes at your back.

You smile and take a hold of its head and pet it gently. It sits down and rest its head on the floor. Sitting yourself down next to it. You lay back against it and doze off.

The sound of shuffling awakens you. Your eyes flutter open, but you’re soon surprised by the image of N’s face close to yours. You freeze in place as you watch him bring up a pale hand to your face. Brushing his fingers against your cheek, you look in awe at him.

Is it really him? The person you’ve been searching for all these years is now finally back? No words seem to make it out of your mouth. What should you even say when you’re so caught off guard?

N smiles at you as he leans in closer to look at you. His green eyes staring intently at yours. His hand lingers on your cheek, but it’s soon pinched. You snap out of your trance and your brows scrunch together.

“Wha-”

A light snicker comes from him. He steps back and flips up into the air. Your eyes widen as you watch the illusion before you fade. His light green fluff of hair grows as it becomes spikier and the green fading away into red and black.

“A zoroark!?” you stumble back into Reshiram, causing the legendary to wake up.

The wild pokemon lands onto its clawed feet, it turns to look at you once again. Its eyes narrow as a grin makes its way across it’s face.

It quickly rushes off and jumps off from the tower, leaving you dumbfounded with the now awake legendary. Taking a second to process what just happened, you snap out of it.

“Reshiram let’s go!” the legendary roars. It leans down as you climb onto its back. It flaps its wings and jumps off the tower, diving down with you clinging closely to its body. You can see the Zoroark look back up at you and it smiles. It lands safely against the floor, but changes into a different pokemon and runs off into the thick forest.

It’s still bright out so you tell Reshiram to follow it. The lengendary’s form shadows over the pokemon as it glides above the trees. Through the leaves, you can still track it. You can’t afford to take your eyes off of it.

The both of you follow the pokemon until it stops in an open clearing. You don’t recognize the area, but it makes you pause. Wild pokemon play happily in the open field surrounded by various wild flowers ranging in color. You can see a group of deerling run around happily and a couple Sawsbuck watching them nearby.

A gust of wind passes through and cottonee and whimsicott drift past you. A sweet scent makes its way to you and you see a pink mist emit from a lilligant dancing around with a couple of other pokemon.

In the distance, you can see the zoroark morph into N again. It raises its hands and waves, but to whom? It’s facing away from you and Reshiram but before you could see whoever comes out. Reshiram suddenly stops and the two of you begin to fall.

Adrenaline rushes through you as you try to keep calm, “Reshiram what happened?!” but the pokemon doesn’t budge. You lose your grip and fall off from the legenday. It’s eyes closed, you call out for it to wake up again. But it’s no use.

Reaching into your pocket. You swiftly pull out its pokeball and call it back. A red light surrounds it as it shrinks and goes back into the ball.

You stuff the ball into your back and shut your eyes. Your only pokemon you have that can fly at the moment is Reshiram and even if you did somehow have a way to stop the fall you don’t have enough time to look through your bag to pull out the right pokemon.

You close your eyes shut as you brace for impact. At least your pokemon are safe…but you aren’t sure if you’ll be able to see them again once you reach the ground.

“Sigilyph, whirlwind!”

A gust of wind circles around you as you’re falling stops. You’re lowered to the grass below. When your foot reaches the ground the wind stops and you fall to your knees. You try to catch your breath as you try to remain calm. You were going to scream, but the event had taken you by surprise making you now feel the fear course through you.

hearing someone get closer to you, you look up to see A darmanitan and the Zoroark that shifted into N from before you fell. The two look at each other and nod.

“Wha… what happened?” you say as you look up at them, you hear something else make its way towards you. But before you can see them, you hear someone murmur a command. Your eyes start to feel heavy, a yawn escapes from your mouth as you try to stay awake. Your arms feel weak causing you to fall onto the soft grass.

“Wait…do you know where…where I can find him?”

———————————-

As N watches peacefully rest. He smiles as he brushes as stray hair away from your face. Ah, it’s been so long since he last saw you. After your final battle, he left to find another way to make his ideals come to fruition. But as he traveled with Zekrom and spent time away from humans. A strange emptiness within him began to grow.

While he was surrounded by the kindness of Pokemon. His interactions with humans lessened with him leaving team plasma and his father being arrested. He was truly free from his old life and while he had ended liberated by you, he had no where to go.

He thought he could find another way to liberate Pokemon without hurting humans, but the feeling of longing made his vision become unclear. Wasn’t just being around Pokemon enough or did he just wish to return to team Plasma? But after seeing that some members had chosen to be passive about it and had gone into hiding, the feeling was still there.

For a while he tried to ignore the feeling by occupying himself by going to different regions to meet different Pokemon. But whenever he tried to act like he was happy it was no use. For the Pokemon he befriended would nudge him to go back to Unova. He wasn’t sure on why, but after recently coming back to Unova. His frisky Zoroark would leave without notice.

He trusts all Pokemon and he always let his Pokemon have the option to leave, but it was a bit strange that the dark type Pokemon had developed the habit of disguising itself as him. Oh but the wonderful surprise that his friends gave him today was so exhilarating.

First, they lead him to an open field deep within the forest that had various Pokemon that lived in the area. He was able to laugh and interact with each and every one just like how he used to as a child.

It was fun and it took his mind off of the foreign feeling, but when Zekrom started to act strangely. He could tell something was coming for how the legendary would stare off towards the same direction.

But he never thought that he would be rushed out to see you again. He couldn’t understand it but once he saw you, he asked a nearby group of Petilil to use sleep powder on the legendary. Which caused it to stop and fall towards the ground. He then had to command his Sigilyph to use whirlwind to cushion your fall to keep you safe.

While the sleep powder didn’t hit you directly, some of it had gotten onto you which made you fall asleep after reaching the ground. He didn’t mind though, it was perfect.

Now, he’s able to watch you rest peacefully by his side. No conflict and being here with you put him as ease. The feelings that pestered him so vanished like thin air when you’re with him and now he understood what those feelings are: it’s love.

He didn’t notice it before but the feeling had blossomed whenever he would see you. In Accumula Town, in front of Nacrene gym, and on the ferris wheel in Nimbasa City. With every meeting, he wanted always anticipated for you to come and he thought of you as some type of rival. But as time went on he realized that you, you’re someone special. Someone who has a strong bond with their Pokemon and is able to understand them without needing to speak to them. He couldn’t believe it before, but after his final fight with you. He missed you terribly so.

Whenever he was riding on Zekrom’s back, he would look down as if he was searching for you. Whenever someone that looked remotely similar to you passed by, he would take a second glance every time to see if it was truly you. At night he had dreamt of you and woke up in the morning to feel emptiness in his heart. He had thought that maybe he was growing paranoid but his friends knew what it really was. Pokemon truly understand more than he ever could.

Raising his hand up to his mouth, N chuckles to himself as he can’t help but find you cute like a sleeping Munna.

“I know you can’t hear me now, but I’ve been wanting to tell you this (Y/N)…” N takes out a one of his golden square bracelets from his left wrist. Slipping the object around around your own, “I love you, (Y/N)… I thought I could be happy seeing Pokemon liberated from being used as tools, but now I’m selfishly wanting more. I want you to be there by my side…I want only you with me and the thought of being away from you again pains me to think of it. You tore away the world’s black and white visage that I had when I was king of team plasma, and I can’t help but wish for you to  stay by my side so I won’t ever lose my way again…”

Leaning down towards you, he tenderly brushes the back of his hand against your soft skin. After two long years he’s reunited with you once again and this time. He doesn’t plan on leaving or letting you go.

[ellaustenn]

Choose me

Paring: Draco x Reader

Word Count: 1247

Prompt:  "Well. Yell, scream, say something. Anything" (#5) and “Choose me” (#22) from this list.

Author’s note: None

Y/N: Your name

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The corridor you were walking through was silent and seemingly deserted. At every turn, you pushed yourself against the cold wall, being alert of the slightest noise, and holding the wand close and ready.

Your job was to make sure that every underage wizards and witches had make it in time to run out of the castle, using the secret passage that lead to the Hog's Head Inn. Kingsley, before sending you into the bowels of Hogwarts, had made you promise that if you found yourself in front of a Death Eaters, you would not hesitate. 

Stupeficium is going to be just fine, you thought, looking around to see if there was someone who needed help.

Suddenly, footsteps could be heard.

Standing still, with every muscle feeling like it was completely frozen, you felt like your heart was about to come out of the chest. There was no place to hide, not even a part of a wall to use as a shield.

You hadn't time to reflect. The person, who was running towards you, didn't notice you and crashed into you. Prepering to hit the hard floor, you closed your eyes... but the pain didn't come.

You opened your eyes and recognized the person who had cushioned the fall. He was pale, more than usual, and his hair was dirty and unkempt. Sitting on top of him, you pointed your wand at his chest; your hand was slightly shaking.

His eyes... they held so much pain and regret. They were telling you to do it, to finish him. One spell, one spell alone, would have been enough, and your mission would once again become the priority. In your head, Kingsley's voice was telling you, again and again, "Do not hesitate".

Suddenly, you were walking back and forth in front of a wall, while in your mind a thought was beginning to take shape. You smiled: I want to see him, I know he's in there.

A door materialized little by little. You pushed it open and found yourself in a room full of old stuff. Furniture of all kinds with thick layers of dust, broken half-mirrors, old books with torn pages. The Room of Requirement had always been fascinating in your eyes.

It was weeks since you tried to have a moment alone with him, one that lasted more than five minutes. Whenever you were together, he kept quietly. From time to time, he would answer one of your questions simply with a nod. You knew there was something wrong. You tried to ask him once, but he told you that he was just busy with his homework.

Oh well, you thought, passing a pile of broken chairs, I'm going to find out anyway.

Slowing down your pace, your hearing perceived his voice. It wasn't that far away from you, but it was muffled by several odds and ends. You smiled once again: Here you are.

"Harmonia nectere passus" he repeated what seemed like a spell a few times, then he opened a cabinet and put in a green apple.

"Thought you were too busy with homework" you said, announcing yourself. 

The Slytherin froze. You could see the tension building up. "What are you doing here, y/n?"

He didn't call you "my love", and it hurt a little.

"I know there's something bothering you, Draco" you replied, taking a step towards him. "And you know you can trust me. So why aren't you telling me what's going on?"

Draco turned to face you. He looked paler than normal, very tired, with his eyes full of what seemed like... fear? You took another step towards him, reaching out a hand for him to take it. Draco stared at it for a brief moment: a part of him screaming to him to scare you away and the other to take you in his arms.

"Everything's okay, my love" you told him, taking a final step. You gently kissed his lips. "Whatever the problem is, we can work it out together."

He pushed you away, being super careful not to hurt you. As you narrowed your eyes, Draco unbuttoned the left sleeve of his shirt and slowly rolled it up to reveal his forearm. There, on his pale skin, on his thin arm, there was a black tattoo. 

You didn't understand immediately, but when he finally looked at you, with his jaw clenched and in his eyes anger in place of fear, your eyes began to fill with tears. 

The Dark Mark. Draco has the Dark Mark on his arm. He's a Death Eater.

Minutes passed by, but for the both of you they seemed like hours, days, even years. You didn't know what to say, how to react, so you stayed silent.

After a couple of minutes, he yelled: "Well. Yell, scream, say something! ANYTHING!"

For the first time in your life, you found yourself scared of the guy you loved. And when he started to move in your direction, you took a step back and raised a hand to tell him to stay where he was.

"Please, y/n" he said, this time in a desperate whisper. 

Without saying a thing, you turned around and went straight to your Dorm. You two never spoke to each other again, not until...

"Everything's okay, my love," he said, in a low and trembeling voice.

And in a second, you were back to the corridor. Draco was trying hard not to cry.

"Don't" you hissed. "Don't you dare call me that"

To stop the shaking, you put your hand on top of the other. You moved closer to him, between your faces there were a few inches. Bursting into tears was the only sensible thing that came to mind, but a part of you knew that you should make Draco inoffensive. He was the enemy, the person to whom you cared most in the world who had betrayed you.

"WHY?!" you screamed to his face. "YOU HAD ME! YOU COULD HAVE CHOSE ME!"

"You know why" he whispered.

He caressed your cheek with his thumb, slowly and lightly. With that single touch, you felt all the love you had missed all those years you've been apart. But you couldn't forgive him, not that easily.

"I don't give a fuck about what your parents thought, or still think!" you hissed. "I give you the chance to open up, to talk to me, and what you choose instead? You join the army of Lord Fucking Voldemort!"

Draco went silent for a moment, that was the first time he heard you curse. Then, out of the blue, he said: "I love you, y/n"

Not even a second later, Draco's lips were on yours. The kiss was desperate and passionate at the same time. It was like he needed your lips to breathe: he was seeking air and kissing you was his only way to survive. 

You tried to stop him, but Draco was the missing peace you needed to feel complete. As you started to kiss him back, your hands followed their own brain and went straight to his messy hair. You pulled it a little bit and Draco bit your lip. 

And even though you felt guilty for all the people fighting to stay alive, you kept kissing Draco. Because a part of you knew that the moment you let him go Draco would have run to his parents, and to the monster with the red eyes, leaving you again to fight alone.

“Choose me” you said.

[shari-berri]

Treats

N x reader

(Natural Harmonia Gropius)

Your POV

I have been in a relationship with my boyfriend N for 3 years and I want to do something special with him.

I hear him open the door and announce his arrival.

"Y/N! Honey! I'm here!" He calls out.

I grab his hand and drag him into the kitchen where I have baking supplies out.

"N! We are going to bake pokepuffs for our Pokémon. I am going to also have my Pokémon help me." I cheer.

Grabbing the first pokeball off my belt, I release my Gardevoir.

I then call out my Lopunny.

My Ledian comes out next.

My last pokemon appears, showing a Vespiquen.

"We are going to be baking pokepuffs." I tell my Pokémon, them nodding.

"N could you preheat the oven for me?" I ask

He walks over to the oven and starts to heat it.

"Gardevoir and Lopunny please start to measure out the ingredients. I left the measurements on the table." I tell them.

The two of them head off to the smaller island and begin to pour the correct amount of each item into the mixing bowl.

"Ledian please help me crush up some of the berries." I motion towards the collection of Oran, Pecha, Chesto, and Cheri berries.

Ledian nods and we go over to the berries. I grab a blender and we set the Oran berries in.

I put the lid on and turn the blender on, turning it off when the berries are all mixed up into juice.

Ledian pours the juice into a bowl and we repeat the process with the rest of the berries.

Once done, we put away the blender.

"Vespiquen, can you be a dear and go into the garden and collect some Razz berries?" I ask.

Vespiquen buzzes happily, hugs me, and flies out of the door and into the garden.

Separating the ingredients into different bowls, I pour one berry mixture into each bowl.

Grabbing four wooden mixing spoons, I call Lopunny, Gardevoir, and Ledian over.

"Could each of you grab a spoon and mix a bowl together until the mixture is nice and creamy?" I ask.

They all nod and grab a spoon.

Gardevoir holds her bowl with psychic while mixing, Lopunny is holding it, and Ledian is holding hers.

I grab the bowl with the Oran berry juice and start mixing.

Once I see the mixture get creamy, I stop and ask my Pokémon how their bowls are doing.

They all smile and nod, showing me their bowls.

"N!" I call out.

"Yes Y/N?" He replies.

"Could you get two large baking trays?" I ask.

He doesn't reply but instead walks over to the cupboard and pulls out two large metal baking trays.

I take them and set them on the counter.

Grabbing the first bowl, I spoon a spoonful of the mixture on the tray until it covers half and the mixture is gone. I then do the same with the next bowl until the other side is covered.

I then repeat the process with both bowls on the second tray.

"Gardevoir please use psychic and put both of these trays in the oven." I say.

Gardevoir nods its head and follows my command.

Once the trays are in, I start the oven.

At this moment, I hear Vespiquen come back in with an armful of Razz berries.

I have it set them down in a basket and explain what I needed them for.

"These are going to be the toppings for the pokepuffs." I explain.

"Gardevoir and Lopunny please chop these up into thin slices." I say.

The grab a knife and begin to cut the berries.

Walking over, I bring out many tubes of icing.

"These are for decorating the pokepuffs." I tell my Pokémon, them nodding in understanding.

"N please help Gardevoir and Lopunny." I say as he follows and goes to monitor them.

Once the berries are cut up, I tell them we can have a break.

Timeskiperoo

I hear the oven beep. I pull on oven mitts and take the two trays out. Setting them on the table, I let them cool off. After about 20 minutes, I gather my boyfriend and Pokémon around and give them the icing funnels.

"Decorate the pokepuffs however you like. When you finish icing them, please Razz berries on the top." I direct.

After 30 minutes of intense decorating, our pokepuffs were complete.

"All of you did an amazing job. You may each eat three pokepuffs." I say smiling.

They cheer in happiness and grab the three they want to eat.

I grab a blanket and lay it outside on the grass.

Leading my Pokémon out, I tell them we are having a small picnic.

After finishing my Oran and Pecha pokepuffs, I look up at my loving N and see he has icing on his lips.

Chuckling, I lean up and kiss him softly, tasting the icing.

My Pokémon look at us lovingly.

These treats have made the bond between human, pokemon, and lovers stronger.

[ian-writes-fanfiction-blog]

Make It To Me (Ezekiel Jones x Reader)

Title: Make It To Me Pairing: Ezekiel Jones x Reader Words: 752 Warning: Angst AN: First Librarians fic! Feel free to drop me an ask with a request. Don’t forget to like this, reblog it, tell your friends, email it to Obama and of course let me know what you think! Beta’d by the marvelous @wayward-marvel-and-more, be sure to check out their blog! Ezekiel Jones is a precious cinnamon roll and there’s nowhere near enough Librarians fanfiction to last me until season 4.

The way he looked at you, a desolate sadness with such a fiery passion behind his eyes, it was enough to tell you something was wrong right away. Well, that and the fact that Ezekiel Jones, your best friend and fellow LiT, had shown up outside your bedroom in the Library at 3 am, right after he returned from his most recent mission. There were heavy bags under his eyes and he looked like he hadn’t slept in days. The top several buttons of his teal shirt were undone, and all his clothes were rumpled. You stood in your doorway, clad in a tank top, dark lounge pants, and an old cardigan of Ezekiel’s that he had left in your room forever ago. You knew how skilled he was, but the sweater that smelled of his cologne even after all this time was comforting all the same. You felt heat rush to your face, unsure of how he would react to you in his sweater. But to your surprise he ignored it. “I’m sorry to come to you so late, but I needed to… to…” Ezekiel’s voice cracked as tears filled his eyes. You pulled him into the room and wrapped your arms around his shoulders and into a hug. He reacted immediately, lacing his arms around your waist and burying his face in your hair. You could feel each sob as it wracked through his body. It broke your heart to hear your best friend cry like this. You began stepping backward, taking him with you, until you both collapsed onto the comforter of your bed into a comfortable entanglement of limbs, a sort of half cuddle, half hug. “Zeke?” You murmured, rubbing soft circles on his back. His anguished sobs were beginning to subside, and he removed his face from your neck. His deep brown eyes glittered with more tears threatening to spill, and his ragged breathing began to slow as you held the eye contact and continued rubbing his back. “Zeke,” you prodded again after a few minutes. “What happened on your mission?” He stared at you, something unreadable in his deep brown eyes. “I saw you die,” Ezekiel finally choked out. “I was about to steal the Necklace of Harmonia. I got the case open, everything was going as planned. But that bloody sorceress that owned it hexed the damn thing.” He took in a deep breath and pulled you closer to him, tightening his grip on you. “When I touched it, I wasn’t there. I don’t know where I was but you were there too. I, I think you were stabbed? Definitely stabbed.Oh god, so much blood there was. You kept crying my name and I kept trying to stop the bleeding but it was everywhere. There was so much blood, (y/n). But then you were dead. You died in my arms.” He took a shaky breath and buried his face in your neck again. “I thought you were really gone…” His words came out muffled now. You felt your heartstrings tug at his broken words. “Hey,” you whispered to him, nudging his neck with your nose. “I would never leave you that easily. I could never leave your side without a fight.” You awaited a response. “Zeke, look at me.” He didn’t look up. “You don’t understand…” His muffled voice came again. You could feel his scratchy voice as he spoke into your neck and it sent tiny shivers from your neck to your spine and down. “(Y/N), I saw you die. Your eyes, one minute sparkling and the next they were tear filled and the very next moment, they were glassy and dead. It was like my entire world was ending.” He lifted his head and stared into your shining eyes. “(Y/N)… I need to tell you something.” “Of course.” “I think I love you.” Your heart skipped a beat. “Zeke…” It was your turn to take in a deep breath. He opened his mouth to continue but you covered his lips with your own, your hands resting gently on the back of his shoulders. He kissed you back gently, but with a passion. His hands clutched at your waist like a lifeline. The kiss was gentle and comforting and sweet, just like Ezekiel. His hands traced soft circles across your lower back, and your hands moved to cup his face against yours. When you both finally surfaced for air, you pressed your forehead against his and smiled softly. “Zeke?” “Yeah?” “I love you too.”