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Softening the Blow (Adaman x Reader/MC)

Summary: After Volo betrays you at Spear Pillar, you are unsure if you can trust again. Adaman, who helped you gather the red chain, is there to comfort you and reassure you of his loyalty.

You stagger your way back to Jubilife Village as the sunset spread shades of rosy pink across the sky. You weren’t sure how you made it this far with all your Pokémon fainted. Perhaps it was a blessing from Arceus after the evening you’d just endured.

Your heart felt like an anchor in your chest. You were still in utter disbelief at the fact Volo had betrayed you after everything he’d done for you. It was all an act, just a way for him to reach his goal of meeting the true creator of the universe. Giratina’s arrival resulted in you being battered and bruised on your way home. You had barely managed to defeat the creature, along with Volo’s remarkably powerful team. You were at least grateful to still have the plates you’d gathered.

You needed to tell the commander, you told yourself as you trekked home. Sure, Volo had left willingly after his defeat, but who knew what the deranged merchant would decide next?

Your feet ached with exhaustion as you padded up the dirt path to the galaxy hall. You stopped in your tracks when you saw two familiar, brightly colored figures at the hall’s door. Adaman and Irida, and with them, Commander Kamado. Each had a worried look in their faces.

“Y/N!” Kamado was the first to catch sight of you. He ran down the steps of the galaxy hall to meet you, a stern yet concerned look on his face. “Where have you been? We each saw that dark rift on the mountain!”

“Dark rift?” You repeat numbly, quietly. “Oh…yes….” They must’ve seen the portal that Giratina appeared from. You bowed your head, not wanting to discuss the monster that Volo had summoned.

“What happened, Y/N?” Irida gasped, coming up behind Kamado. “You look terrible…”

You opened your mouth, still too shocked and saddened to respond. A lump was in your throat, it felt like a ball of lead. “I….I….”

Adaman was the last to approach you. Out of the three, you definitely felt closest to him, after he’d helped you gather the red chain components. He was your lifeline in your exile.

His large brown eyes swam with emotion as he took in your scratches and bruises—injuries you sustained trying to dodge Giratina’s vicious attacks. You’d been hurt by wild pokémon before, of course, but he could tell by your grave mood that this was more serious, more personal. His brows knitted over his eyes as he frowned.

“Who did this to you, Y/N?” He demanded.

It was too much for you. You felt your bottom lip trembling as you fought to keep tears of anger and pain away. You hated that everyone’s eyes were on you. You refused to look at them, instead hugging your arms, trying to prevent your shoulders from shaking.

“Y/N?” Adaman said, much more softly after a moment of your silence. He crouched himself to your height, gently placing his hands around your upper arms. “Can you tell us what happened?”

“V-Volo,” you finally managed to choke out. At the same moment, the tears could not keep themselves contained. They began rolling down your cheeks, soaking up in the galaxy uniform scarf you wore.

“Volo did this?” Adaman said, lifting your chin to look at him. He searched your eyes for some sign you were lying, because he, too, could not believe it.

Through tears and gasps, you explained what happened over the next few minutes, even how Volo had used Giratina. It felt like the wounds were reopening, and by the second you were becoming more upset. Adaman did not leave your side, even as you had to pause to compose yourself from time to time.

“I....never thought Volo could be capable of something like that,” Adaman said when you were done. “We all trusted him—he helped us!”

Those words hit you hard. Suddenly, you felt your sadness shifting into something hotter—rage. This pain, this betrayal, was not a new feeling. You recognized it from when Kamado exiled you, when you sought help from the clans and were initially refused. You didn’t think they were capable of that at the time either. You felt your breath grow fiery hot in your throat as Adaman took his hands off of you, turning to the other leaders to discuss the next move.

“We need to find Volo,” Adaman said. “He can’t get away with this. He tried to kill Y/N.”

“Agreed,” Irida said, shaking her head. “Vast Hisui cannot be safe with him roaming free.”

“I can send the security corps immediately to begin searching,” Kamado huffed, grabbing his belt at the waist as usual. “This is unforgivable, how he treated you, Y/N”.

“And you think you’re any better?!” You spat. “After you ran me out of town, exiled me from the community I worked my ass off for?” Before he could respond, you snapped your heads to the two clan leaders next. “And you two, too afraid to openly aid me because you thought you’d get dragged into a scuffle? This is not the first time I’ve been hurt by someone I trusted!”

You screamed at yourself mentally to stop. You knew you were being irrational, that you were acting ungrateful for Adaman and Irida’s eventual help, but you couldn’t stop the pot from bubbling over now that the water was boiling. You thought it was all water under the bridge, but deep down, the event with Volo was just the icing on the cake.

“I can’t trust any of you!” You snarled. “Just leave me alone!”

In the moment you said it, you instantly regretted it. You caught a glimpse of Adaman’s expression shattering with devastation, Irida covering her mouth in a gasp, but you turned around and began running towards your quarters. You ignored Kamado calling after you to return.

You slammed the door to your quarters shut, tearing off the scarf that felt like it was suffocating you. You grabbed your pillow and screamed into it as loud as you could.

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Adaman’s heart ached with pity and sorrow for you. He knew that what you said was out of anger in the moment. Surely...surely you didn’t really distrust him?

He sat on the steps of the galaxy hall, too worried about you to eat at the Wallflower, where Irida and Kamado had gone to discuss things further. He held his head in his hands and sighed. Leafeon nudged him with his head again and again, trying to cheer his partner up.

“Maybe...maybe I should go talk to Y/N,” he said aloud, petting the grass-type’s head. He’d wasted enough time as it was brooding on the steps of the hall. As he made his way towards your quarters, he was stopped by the haunting sight of a small rift opening before him. His eyes widened as the blue dragon Dialga emerged from it silently, stepping onto the ground in front of him. Its red eyes seemed to pierce his very soul.

“Mighty Dialga,” he whispered, bowing his head in respect. He realized that you must have let Dialga out of its ball, letting it roam its dimensions and timelines freely. The dragon held its head high, turning towards your quarters.

“I was just about to visit your trainer, and see how they’re doing,” Adaman explained to the Pokémon. “After everything that happened today....”

A low rolling growl came from Dialga’s throat, almost like a purr of approval. Adaman smiled and turned on his heel, and knocked on the door of your quarters.

“Y/N?” he asked. “Can I come in?”

After a pause, he repeated your name, but heard no response.

Adaman turned to Dialga, who watched him intently, waiting for him to enter its trainer’s home.

“I don’t think they’re home,” he sighed. Dialga, however, was not satisfied with this answer, and with its head, nudged Adaman back to your door. It was clear the ruler of time wouldn’t let him leave without him trying a bit harder.

“I hope…I hope it’s okay if I come in?” Adaman said through the door. Still hearing no response, he took a deep breath and decided to slide the entrance open.

His brow raised in confusion as he noticed an empty room. You weren’t there, but your shoes had obviously been kicked off and were strewn about.

“Y/N?”

That’s when he noticed it. The door to your closet was just slightly ajar. His heart skipped a beat as he realized you must’ve been hiding in there. He quietly entered and shut the entrance, and took off his shoes.

His breath caught in his throat, heart skipping beats as he approached the closet. He knelt down to the floor, before swinging the door open further.

You were sitting tucked in the back, your legs drawn up to your chest, head buried in your knees. Adaman’s heart sank when he saw that you were still quietly sobbing.

“Y/N....” Adaman whispered. He shifted himself to sit cross-legged in front of you. “Hey. I’m here.”

You said nothing in response, instead hugging your legs tighter, burying your head further in refusal. Adaman’s stomach twisted with apprehension, and he thought maybe he should leave to give you space. He knew, however, that Dialga was still on the other side of the door and would probably use roar of time in his face for leaving you.

There were no words he thought he could say in the moment to make you feel better. Instead, you felt his arms reaching around your shoulders and legs, pulling you from your dark shelter. Your head shot up in surprise, and for a moment you made contact with his soft brown eyes. You saw how they swam with worry, and his desperation to see you at peace. You were torn with guilt over the terrible thing you had said earlier.

You thought he might say something, but wordlessly he drew you close. One of his hands cradled your head into his shoulder, the other was wrapped around your back. The sudden feeling of warmth brought forth a new surge of emotion in you. You threw your arms around his neck, hugging him tight as you began crying into his haori.

You weren’t sure how long he held you. It felt like hours, but you relished the feeling of his contact and warmth. He rocked you back and forth, letting you cry to your heart’s content, all without a word.

“I’m sorry, Adaman,” you whispered after an eternity, when you could finally control your tears. “I didn’t mean what I said.”

“I know,” he replied softly. His fingers gently ran through your hair, and he pulled your head even closer into his shoulder. “And it’s okay. I don’t blame you for being so angry. Can....can I tell you something?”

“Yes,” you whispered.

“On Mount Coronet, when Mighty Dialga spoke to me in my mind, I felt more than that. It was as if I could feel it looking into my heart,” he explained. “It saw my every desire and intent, deciding if I was worthy before it chose to speak to me. What I’m trying to say is that if the Mighty Dialga can trust me...then you can, too. I know that doesn’t take away the pain of what you’ve just gone through. But...if you need someone to rely on, I will always be loyal to you.”

Your heart seemed to melt in your chest like snow in the presence of the sun. You lifted your head, looking into his eyes. You couldn’t help but breathe a great sigh of relief. Although your hand shook, you cupped his cheek. His eyes sparkled as he looked at you, despite your face looking red and puffy from the flow of tears.

He was there for you in the way you needed it most. You felt safe, and you knew then that out of everyone in the world, Adaman was someone you could trust. His touch communicated everything. He adored you. And you adored him right back.

“Thank you, Adaman,” you whispered.

He held you close for the rest of the night, until you fell into a blissful sleep.

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