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Gladion x Reader: Shadows of Poni Grove PART 1

Shadows of Poni Grove.

word count: 3753 (part 1+2)

Prompt: The monster’s well aware of its typical victims, and it knows human eyes don’t glow.

WARNING GORE AND SWEARING

“It’s very interesting,” (Y/N) sips her tea, “how the hyper training works in the Galar region. I’ve always needed to train my pokemon by myself.”

“It’s something that Rose had been working on for years.” Leon hides his smile by looking out the window. She’s trying to hide that she burned her tongue on the hot tea. Cute. “Says it has to do with the ‘future of Galar’ or something.”

“Still, though. I feel it is important for a high-performance trainer to know how to train their own pokemon. It builds-” A faint buzz hums through (Y/N)’s pant pocket, and her Rotom phone flies out.

Bzzzt. Hello? (Y/N)?

She snatches the Rotom phone from the air to look at the caller ID. It’s Looker. “I can hear you. It’s me.”

There’s something we need you to check out.

She taps the ‘location’ button. “You’re in Alola right now. I can send Gladion or Hau for the UB’s, remember?”

Where are you right now.

“I’m having tea with a friend.”

I need you somewhere private.

She moves the phone to her ear, and Rotom switches from speaker to single-caller mode. “Tell me here.” Leon is leaning against his chair, twiddling his thumbs. He watches (Y/N) as her eyebrows knit together, and then her face drops. Her eyes shake a bit, and then she is out of her chair, streamlining for the exit. She stops her march suddenly, then turns around to Leon, who is still in his chair. He waves and nods in understanding. Understanding what? He doesn’t really know. But she’s the Worldwide Champion, so he assumes it’s something important. And dangerous. He hopes she’ll be fine. He was starting to like having her around as he takes over Rose Tower- and she’s gone again. Leon sighs, and looks down to the half-eaten biscuits on the table and her still-steaming cup of tea. He hopes she’ll be fine.

Stupid. Stupid, stupid.

That was the only word going through (Y/N)’s head the entire ride to Alola. Who was she calling stupid? Stupid Looker, for sending Gladion alone. Stupid Gladion, for not asking for backup. Stupid (Y/N), for being worried for stupid Gladion and his stupid smile, his stupid haircut, his stupid stupidity. Why didn’t he ask for backup? Stupid stupid stupid stupid.

The urgency in Looker’s voice echoes in her mind, “Gladion was sent two days ago and we can’t reach him.” Stupid. A whine from Latios below her snaps her back into the present. She leans into the pokemon, and they dive downwards into Poni Grove.

“What is that? Oh my Arceus. Bank. Bank!” she yanks on Latios’ neck, and they abruptly level out, just close enough to see the damage. The usual green of Poni Grove was soaked in red. Bones and mush of what she assumes are Pokémon lay strewn across fields and left hanging on tree branches. Judging by the different hues of blood, and the ground just marinating in it… Latios descends slowly, the air growing thick with a metallic scent. It was so quiet. Too quiet. They land somewhere away from the mess.

Latios knew the drill. (Y/N) takes out a wreath of revival herbs, and hangs in around his neck. She brings her forehead to his before letting him take off to do an aerial inspection of the damage. She watches until Latios is out of sight, the wind from his wings whipping her hair around. Then (Y/N) calls out her team.

“This is (Y/N). Codename: WWC. I am reporting a case 294; massacre. This is a recon mission for Agent Gladion, and a rescue and relief for Poni Grove.” She leaves a message for Looker on her voicemail. Then she looks to her team of pokemon, a bunch of young, naive Galarian rookies. “Save what you can, burn or bury the rest.” She gives each of them a wreath of revival herbs around their neck, “do not touch anything rotting, do not engage in battle. Stay in groups of two or more.” She winces a little. This is a new team she started training from Galar. Their first mission on the field was a particularly gruesome one. There was no time to waste. Her team scattered, each running off to a pile of flesh and bones. The stench was overwhelming.

(Y/N) tightens the bandage on a Riolu’s midriff, pressing her lips together as the pokemon moans in pain. She did what she could with the items she had on her bag; a fresh water to wash away the blood and dirt, some pokemon scale to saw off the rotting flesh, and a measly full restore to seal up the wound. She gives the Riolu some berry juice and wipes the sweat off its forehead. The pokemon squeaks, its eyes drooping with exhaustion. The bushes behind them rustle, and (Y/N) snaps her head up as Riolu makes another pitiful whine. The scent hit her before the image: rot and char. An Alolan Marowak stumbles towards (Y/N), barely gripping onto the two halves of its bone. Chunks of his flesh were missing, and the remaining parts were scorched or dripping with blood. (Y/N) watches the pokemon carefully, angling her body so that she crouched between the Marowak and Riolu.

“What happened to you?” The Marowak trembles, its bone splintering into dust as it sways towards her. She quickly administers a Full Restore, watching as the Pokémon stitches itself together, pink flesh filling up the indents in his body. She hands the pokemon a bottle of Moomoo Milk, and takes out her sports tape to secure the two halves of Marowak’s bone. The bottle is empty before she can start, so (Y/N) replaces the empty bottle with a Fresh Water. She hands the bone back when he’s done. The Marowak studies her and the Riolu, shifting a little as if to say something-

A cry from one of (Y/N)’s pokemon rings through the air. She bolts up, head snapping towards the direction of the sound as the Marowak lunges for her bag. Without a word, the Marowak flees into the underbush. (Y/N) checks her pokewatch: all her pokemon are safe, the youngest just tripped over a branch. She sighs, looking back down to the Riolu and then to her bag, where the Full Restores’ pocket has been completely emptied. Shit. She checks the Riolu’s vitals once more, then picks it up, resting its weight on his hip and she releases a high-pitched whistle to call her pokemon. She moves towards an area with better visibility.

(Y/N) divides her team: half to aid the injured, lead by her Mimikyu, Mimi, who was a native to Alola. The other half would join her and follow the Marowak. Rotom tells her that Looker and the recon team are 30 minutes away. She lets the Riolu join the other fourty-something rescued pokemon in the middle of Poni Grove. But where is Gladion?

Sian, her Zacian, tracked the Marowak’s scent. The trail leads them deeper into the grove, more grotesque, death mingling with the unmistakable stench of human decay. They slow down around the opening of a cave, Sian signals something by pointing its nose towards her palm. (Y/N) places her hand to the walls of the cave, feeling for the vibrations of a pokemon battle. One side was losing, very badly. They make their way deeper into the cave.

Her pokemon were walking too heavily. She calls them back into their pokeballs, and presses herself against the walls, inching her way into the cave. The battle quieted down. She moves cautiously, focusing on a new noise that started; something wet and sloppy. She nears the opening into the main body of the cave, daring a peek at-

Something cold and very strong gripped her arm. A scream crawls up her throat before being muffled by a cold hand over her mouth. “Don’t make any noise,” a biting, cold whisper, “or it’ll attack us.” She quickly registers the warm breath at her ear.

“Gladion!?”

“There’s no time to explain,” he looked awful. She couldn’t see very well anyway, but a few gentle pats down his body told her enough. “The Pokémon is ghost-fire type. It sees in infrared, so breathe as little as you can.”

“Where’s Type: Null?” she scans the darkness as her hands continue to feel around his face. Nothing’s missing, at least.

“He’s further into the cave. I can’t get to him, but thankfully his shell is too tough to break open. It’s the only thing keeping him from being eaten.”

“Eaten!?”

“Do you have any Max Revives?” he grabs her hands and tugs her closer, desperation in his voice.

“I… left them outside.”

“How many Pokémon do you have with you?”

“Three.”

“Not enough,” he mutters. The two of them stood in silence.

Silence?

The munching stops, and a clatter echoes through the cave. (Y/N) squints in the darkness to see what it was. Gladion yanks her to the ground as the cave floods with light.

A marowak bone.

The Marowak’s bone.

Oh, shit just got real.

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Shadows of Poni Grove PART 2

again warning!! swearing and gore !!

part one below! part 2 under cut

“Gladion, I need you to listen to me.” They don’t take their eyes off the new Ultra Beast. It’s juggling pokemon heads, bouncing from foot to foot. “We can’t reach Null, or the Marowak. I will buy you enough time to get out.”

“What!? You can’t take that on by yourself.” The pokemon heads are on fire now, shadows flickering up the cave.

“What you do next is very important.” She takes a sparkling stone from her bag. “Take this, and call the Tapu. Looker and his team should be in Poni Grove by now. Bring them back here.”

“I’m not leaving you. We-”

“We promised. I know. This… isn’t a normal UB. We’ll need backup.” She takes Glaidon’s hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze. She tugs his arm towards the cave exit. Gladion tugs his arm back, the other one raised to the back of her head. He sighs briskly, eyes darting between (Y/N)’s before he presses a quick kiss to her forehead. He stands up.

“Ow! Shit!” Gladion falls to one knee.

“You broke your leg?!” She snaps out of whatever trance she was in. “Shit. Take Sian with you.”

“A while ago. You…” He breathes heavily, tenderly standing back up. “You need your pokemon here to fight.” (Y/N) moves to support him. An unearthly sound rumbles from deeper in the cave.

“Before it got here, that Marowak stole my full restores. I know they’re somewhere in this cave.” She takes out Sian’s pokeball, whispering directions to the pokemon.

“You’re going to have your pokemon fight the UB, and-”

“Rotate out when they’re close to fainting.” She helps Gladion limp closer to the exit. “It’s risky, but we’ll make it work.”

“The tapu has never answered my calls before.”

“Then at least get Looker. Do what you can.” She presses Sian’s pokeball into his hand before running deeper into the cave. She takes out her other two pokeballs and rolls them to opposite sides of the approaching UB. (Y/N) exhales sharply, smiling to Gladion, who she knows cannot see her. Then she lets out a shrill whistle. All three of her pokemon burst out in an explosion of light. A booming roar sounds from the creature. Gladion stares tentatively at Sian. (Y/N) laughs loudly.

“Hey, Gladion! You did good.” He turns back to her.

“The Tapu-”

“Call Tapu Fini to help us. Go!” The creature’s footsteps echo towards her. Her lips pull back into a grin. “Hey Sian, gimme your sword.”

“You know, Poni Grove isn’t a popular place with tourists. Have you tried- Oh SHIT” (Y/N) jumps back from the creature’s fire blast, letting loose a short whistle to her pokemon, who attack on command. “Speaking of tourism, I would highly reccomend native Masaladas instead of native pokemon. If you’d wanna calm down I can take you to my favorite masalada shop. Maybe you’ll get along with Hau!” She holds up Sian’s sword to hit the creature’s shadow ball back towards it, observing its reaction to the type matchup.

“Full restore for you… Full restore for you… Round four! Let’s go!” Where was Gladion? Did he get lost— no, Sian was with him. What if there was another Ultra Beast? Why did she take his sword…

“Hey!” (Y/N) picks up a rock and hurls it at the creature. “Stay away from that one.” It hits the UB like a pokeball. The creature stumbles back as (Y/N)’s newly healed pokemon leap towards it. She runs towards the whimpering Marowak. Its surprisingly alive, though she has completely run out of healing items. They wouldn’t have helped anyways, seeing how close to death this one was. (Y/N) brings Sian’s sword to her palm.

“Ow!” She cuts her hand open. “Shit shit shiiiiiiiit.” Her blood dribbles down to the Marowak, hitting its skin with a sizzle. “That’ll make you feel better. Not me though.” The Marowak’s flesh regenerates instantly, and it stops shivering. (Y/N) winces at her palm before her pokemon slams into the wall inches from her and the Marowak.

“Huh.” Her other pokemon is thrown in a similar manner, on top of the first. “Uh oh.”

(Y/N) turns to face the UB properly, spinning the sword in her hand, and holding a rock in the other. She rolls her shoulders back, whistling low.

“Guess it’s just us now.”

The monster’s well aware of its typical victims, and it knows human eyes don’t glow.

Blacephalon watches with twisted amusement as (Y/N) moves through the swirling smoke, a predator's grace in her every step. Each time Blacephalon draws near, she swings her sword with wild precision, the blade whistling through the air. The creature recoils, an unnatural fear of her blood seeping into its mind, a feeling it’s not used to but finds disturbingly delightful.

She doesn’t rely on just the sword. Blacephalon observes as she gathers pebbles, larger rocks, and discarded Full Restore bottles, her eyes glowing a rich amber and her hands moving with swift purpose. One after another, she hurls them with uncanny accuracy, each projectile cutting through the haze with pinpoint precision. Her aim is unnervingly perfect; critical; the rhythm of her throws methodical, almost too confident. A grin spreads across her face, smoke breathing out of her. Her smirk a sinister curve that ignites something wicked within Blacephalon.

It’s as if she’s playing a game, and Blacephalon is both the opponent and the prize.

(Y/N) is too focused in the battle to hear the footsteps. Her hands are blistered and charred, legs aching with every move. Her sword arm is lagging behind, dragging on the cave floor. The creature watches her with unnerving stillness. (Y/N) drags the sword across the floor, the cacophony drowning out Looker and Sian’s cadence. The creature turns before (Y/N) does.

“(YYYY/NNNN)!” No. “It’s LOOKER! Gladion brought me her— WHAT is THAT?!” No no no NO!

The creature begins to glow hot white.

Gladion’s breath catches in his throat as Sian forcefully pushes him and Looker away from the impending inferno. He stumbles backward, pain knifing up his leg, the searing heat almost tangible even from a distance. His eyes widen as he watches (Y/N) jumps into the blaze. Gladion’s scream cuts through the chaos, his voice raw with terror.

The flames engulf her, scorching her clothes until they are barely recognizable. Gladion’s dry throat chokes on embers. Yet, instead of succumbing to the flames, an otherworldly glow begins to emanate from her, piercing through the inferno. Looker’s awestruck whisper reaches Gladion’s ears, “The blood of Ho-Oh… the rumors are true.”

But (Y/N) doesn’t pause to acknowledge the revelation. Fueled by a power that seems almost beyond human, she charges at the monster with renewed ferocity. Her sword slices through the air with deadly precision, and with a single, decisive swing, she severs the creature’s head in one clean motion. The head rolls across the ground, its unnatural bounce defying gravity. (Y/N) is huffing deeply.

Then, with a grotesque agility, the head leaps back onto the creature’s body, reattaching seamlessly. Gladion manages to swallow dry saliva. Sian growls beside him.

The battle continues, a brutal clash of steel and flame. They move to quickly it was hard to tell which one was (Y/N) and which was the UB. As the creature prepares to unleash another assault, Looker pulls out a Beast Ball and hurls it toward (Y/N) with a shout. Without missing a beat, she flips her sword and grips it like a bat. With flawless timing, she swings the wider side of the blade, connecting with the ball. It rockets through the air, a blur of motion, before striking the monster. The next moments happen in slow motion.

The ball snaps open, enveloping the creature in a blinding flash of light. It shakes. Once. Twice.

“(Y/N)!” Looker rushes toward her as the Beast Ball lands and begins to shake. The tension ripples through the group as the ball remains still.

“We can’t send it to a box,” she says, her voice softer, but somehow, different. Smoky. “Or to the professor to study…”

Gladion’s eyes flicker with uncertainty. He limps towards (Y/N). “What do we do with this one?”

Looker steps forward, “Let’s ask Anabel.”

A noise from deep in the cave makes the three of them turn. (Y/N) holds the sword up again, her focus intense.

The Marowak rises with a menacing growl, its eyes glowing like (Y/N)’s did, and its bone club gripped tightly in its hand.

“Aw man, I forgot that happens,” (Y/N) mutters in dismay, staring at the pokemon’s eyes as it lunges towards them.

The Marowak’s bone crashed into the Beast Ball with a resounding thud. The ball buckled under the force, distorting and collapsing with a deafening crunch. The air crackled with energy as the ball imploded, the intensity of the explosion shaking the very ground beneath them.

“Arceus!” Looker curses low.

Gladion pulls (Y/N) back towards him, wincing at the heat of her skin and also the extra weight on his leg.

A low, horrifying sound begins to emanate from the crushed ball, a noise that seems to vibrate through the very air around them. The ball defies gravity, lifting off the ground and starting to fold in on itself like a collapsing star, distorting the space around it as if a black hole were forming. The sound intensifies, a cacophony of whispers and shrieks blending into one terrifying symphony.

Then, with a sudden, blinding explosion of light, the ball implodes, the energy condensing into a single, small orb of light. Gladion pulls (Y/N) behind him and angles their bodies to shield her, but she’s looking at the pokemon.

Marowak, eyes glinting with a hunger born from something primal and ancient, steps forward and devours the orb in one swift motion.

“Oh, Arceus.” (Y/N) whispers in horror.

The light vanishes down its throat, and for a moment, the world seems to hold its breath, as if anticipating what will come next.

As the light fades, a shrill call echoes into the cave. Tapu Fini gracefully hovers in, her presence jarring against the chaotic scene. (Y/N) blinks, forgetting about the Marowak as a grin crawls through her teeth. She looks up at Gladion. "You did it," her voice fills with pride, "You finally called the Tapu."

Gladion nods, though his eyes are still filled with worry as he glances at the unconscious Marowak. The creature lies motionless on the ground, its body twitching slightly, as if caught in a disturbing dream. Everyone is bewildered, the tension in the air thick with uncertainty. “We need to get it to a Pokémon Center.”

But Looker steps forward, his expression grave. “No, we must take it to Anabel. She might know what’s happening.”

(Y/N) crouches down and carefully lifts the Marowak into her arms. As she does, its eyes flutter open, and a weak groan escapes its lips. Tapu Fini floats nearby, her gaze narrowing with suspicion as she watches the Marowak closely.

“Don’t worry,” (Y/N) reassures the guardian deity, "It's still just a Marowak. Whatever's going on, we'll figure it out."

But as she cradles the pokemon, a foreign energy begins to crawl through its body, radiating out in an invisible force. In Marowak's mind, a dark presence stirs, an insidious force that grips its consciousness with icy fingers. Its thoughts twist and distort, memories blending with something alien and malevolent. The laughter of Blacephalon echoes within its mind, a haunting sound that blurs the line between reality and nightmare.

Marowak's body is no longer its own; the bone in its hand feels foreign, the weight of its own body unfamiliar as if it is trapped within itself, screaming silently.

Outside, the girl feels the Marowak's body tremble, but tightens her grip, bouncing the pokemon like a baby as she hums to it. It makes sense that it’s acting different. It’s probably just her blood. Most pokemon are quite violent and in search of life force after something like that. Curious. The man is saying something but she isn’t listening. And that boy has an arm around the man’s shoulder, limping with his other foot. Very curious. A boy with the killer of its kind, and the girl with fire in her eyes and blood. The amber glow in Marowak’s eyes are snuffed out into a deep purple.

Hunger.

For more.

This isn’t the end.