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Ecstatic Requiem 5

The moon is bright tonight.

One stays on the ground. Sitting and silent as vision haze over nothing in particular. One kneels quietly. A hand gently rubs the other’s back in silent sympathy.

She swallows heavily. Thickly. A flinch tugs her face at the disgusting taste of her throat. Shakily her hand moved to her mouth, wiping away any excess vomit. The darkness still envelops the sky, her vision, but Kotone can perfectly see the corpses now rolling inside the twisted games of her mind.

She feels like throwing up again.

She swallows again. Then looks at Hibiki. Words are absent even as she opens her mouth. Eyeballs ache at the dry tears that crinkle the corners of her eyes. While her body has stopped shaking, Kotone unfortunately can’t stop the rapid beat of her heart. “…biki,” she manages, barely, then stifles at another cry.

His hand remains at her back. “I’m here.” He reassures her. A calm expression is worn on his face, but both know the man is just as shaken at what they had witnessed. After nearly two hours of registering the situation and digging two graves for the poor souls, Kotone finally succumbed to fatigue and stress and fell to her knees. Luckily her team was there to catch her—Damien nearly cried as she remained limp in his arms.

Now, another hour has passed, as Kotone still feels lifeless.

Even with her fire starter’s warm fur, chills still seep deep into her bones.

She looks at Hibiki, eyes forlorn and pale lips stuck in a shaken frown. “I…” It hurts. “I just…” It truly hurts. “I don’t want this…” This is a nightmare. She wants to wake up. She wants to be in her Silver’s arms. No matter how badly she closes her eyes and prays for the best, Kotone only receives a vision of the grim reality that envelops her surroundings.

She hates this so much.

One hand gently squeezes her shoulder. “We…” What should he say? “We gotta go…” Go where, exactly? He is still at lost. And like her, Hibiki wants nothing more than to hope that he will soon wake up in the comfort of his own bed.

Night still fills the sky. Sleep has long been robbed.

Slowly she sits upright. Kotone hears Damien’s worried coos, and she replies him with a small, forced smile.

It doesn’t convince the Typhlosion at all.

His arms, while not as long as some, wrap around his trainer. Providing warmth. Providing comfort. Providing security. Everything that the redhead should be doing.

But Silver isn’t here, right now. And as much as Damien hates to admit it, the fire starter desperately, quietly wishes he is.

Again, she takes a slow, deep breath. Pat, pat, she pats Damien’s arms. Giving him silent reassurance her mouth couldn’t bear to voice out, Kotone finally tears her gaze away from Hibiki. She looks around, seeing nothing but trees and bushes.

Hazel eyes then widen at the sight of smoke.

Her frown remains, now accompanied by clenched white teeth.

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The factory is loud and suffocating. Rocket grunts move on with their day, doing what they are told without a question in mind. Some do talk to each other, however, talking about their daily lives or sharing the latest gossip as if this is the norm for them. There are rarely any complaints in the factory, despite the area being quite smothering with the lack of fresh air. The grunts know, if they are unsatisfied with something, it is best to keep their mouths shut.

A lost strength can be returned through good rest. A lost life cannot.

The Pokémon assigned are just alike, moving behind their trainers while carrying numerous heavy loads that could drain one’s strength in minutes. But unlike the humans, the Pokémon move on, eyes soulless and brain unresponsive to the ache and wounds that have bulged on their bodies. A Furret drags his limp body with the 10 heavy carts attached on his body. One step. Two step. He keeps dragging himself. The fur and skin on his sides have torn apart, leaving trails of blood that smudge across the carts that slide above it.

“Ugh!” A Rocket grunt recoils as he accidentally stepped on the smudged trail. “Watch where you’re bleeding. You little shit!” Without hesitance nor care, he starts to kick the silent Furret. Splish! Splish! More blood gush out, staining the front of his shoe, further enraging the furious grunt.

“Look what you did!” Fury now filling his vision, the grunt raises one foot and roughly steps on the Furret’s spine.

Crack!

The sound echoes eerily, yet easily swallowed by other sounds of screams and mechanical movements.

“Stupid!” He stomps again. “Stupid!” And again. “Stupid!” And again and again and again.

The Furret has stopped moving. His back arches sharply at the impact, then starts to stick deep, deep into the floor as the grunt’s foot drills harder. The Pokémon’s eyes are empty, hollow as vision starts to blur to black. Splotches of red and pink starts to fill the floor, starts to paint the ground and the man’s shoe.

“Shit!” Eyes seeing red, the Rocket grunt scoot an inch back—

CRACK-SQUISH!

—and jumps right at the Furret.

His right foot has reached the floor with cracked bones scraping his shoe. His left, specifically the heel of his foot, has drilled deep into the top skull of the silent Furret.

Silence fills the area.

The other grunts watch in amusement and annoyance. While most merely shrug and move on with their lives.

This is nothing new, after all.

Finally satisfied with the result, the Rocket grunt carefully sidesteps and cocks his head in pride. “Damn. We need new meat that doesn’t bleed mu—”

BOOM!

Apparently, their daily norm will soon be shattered into a million pieces.

The alarm goes off immediately after the violent explosion. All eyes are directed at the source of the blast. All Rocket grunts quickly grip their Pokéballs. Right at the main entrance of the factory—where a gigantic hole has been created—stands a terrifying Typhlosion and chilling Meganium that are poised for attack. All grunts stand in shock, stunned, baffled that such powerful Pokémon still exist freely.

Unless these Pokémon belong to the Admin, Executive, or worse, The Boss himself, none of them can see any of them present.

Finally, a single grunt’s scream catches their attention.

As one scream echoes in the chaotic factory, more and more follow suit.

One trainer stands atop her red Gyarados. Another sits up perfectly straight atop his Pidgeot. None of them are Rocket Admins nor Rocket Executives. Hell, they are sure as hell—and honestly relieved—it isn’t The Boss.

But their relief is short-lived as one of the trainers points directly at them.

Anger flares deep within her, Kotone clenches one fist by her side and furiously bellows, “YOU’RE ALL DONE FOR!”

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Numbers seemingly were against them. But despite the odds, Kotone and Hibiki managed to battle through victory. The battles between Rocket grunts were surprisingly tough, given that their choices of Pokémon vary from sturdy to the very strong. But Kotone’s Champion title is clearly not just for show. In a span of an hour, the enemies were wiped out by her team. Some manage to escape, but the two trainers deem it is the least of their problems as they stand inside the cruel factory.

“Arceus…” Hibiki grits his teeth after returning his team. Only Belle, his Meganium, is free from her ball, wanting to stand by her trainer’s side and keep watch for any more danger. Silence now fills the area. Dust and rubble still fly about, so Belle whips up any excess dust with her vine whips.

Once their vision is free from any obstacles, Hibiki truly wishes he would rather not see instead.

Giant, metallic chains are strapped to every Slowpoke they can see. The Dopey Pokémon seem…alive and lifeless. Their eyes are opened. Their mouths are slack-jawed so…painfully wide. A transparent tube has been inserted—shoved—inside each of the Slowpoke’s mouths—no, throats. Much to their dismay, both Kotone and Hibiki can see some sort of brown mush being swiftly chugged into them.

FWING! SLITCH!

Shivers ran up their spine to hear the horrifying sound.

As the front of the Slowpokes’ bodies were being shoved by something disgustingly sinister, their backs—their tails—are constantly being cut by giant blades. Blood has painted each blade, rusting its metal as it slowly lifts upwards. In a matter of 5 minutes, another tail has quickly grown on its base. And once the tail has reached its full shape,

FWING! SLITCH!

It is gone in a matter of seconds.

Again and again and again this process continues. The Slowpoke are not saying a word, not moving a muscle. Yet they remain in their metal chains, staring emptily with eyes cracked in red.

Horror paints her eyes black. Horror drains all colour from her face.

“DA—MIEEEEN!!”

Unable to take the sight anymore, Kotone shrieks at the top of her lungs and falls to her knees.

The Typhlosion didn’t need to hear any further instructions. With fire raging madly on the back of his neck, he releases a powerful Eruption and burns the dreaded machineries down—along with the living corpses.

A wall of fire engulfs their vision. Fast. Panic kicks in immediately, Hibiki releases his Ledian and rushes to Kotone’s side. “Light Screen!” As hands reach for the distressed woman, his Ledian quickly forms a huge barrier around them.

Fire starts exploding and sputtering out of control. Yet the Typhlosion continues to burn everything in sight, careful as not to be hit or squashed by the falling contraptions.

Hibiki remains kneeling by Kotone’s side, hugging her tightly as his dear friend screams and cries until her throat breaks.

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It is a normal day in the Rocket Hideout.

A yawn escapes him. Both arms are stretched upwards, head then lightly tilts left and right to ease the muscles in his neck. Boredom curls his lips downwards. Green eyes monitor the graphs and statistics on the screen. Nimble fingers quickly type what needs to be typed.

Enter. Confirm. Enter. Confirm. Enter. Ctrl+C. Confirm.

Ugh! What a pain, truly, he thinks. As much as deskwork isn’t his main job, it always irritates him that there are days that require him to key in some stupid data. Well… He leans forward, one elbow leaning against the metal desk, at least I can go to the Slowpoke Factory tomorrow. I can roughen up some grunts with mock battles—

Beep! Beep!

Thoughts reach a halt once green eyes see a bright red notification beeping on the far left of one of the monitor screens.

Boredom tweaks into mild confusion. A single eyebrow raised, he responses the emergency call with a single press of a button. “Wha—?”

“Admin Proton!”

Confusion evolves to absolute shock. The sight of a bunch of weary, beat-up Rocket grunts makes him sit up straight. “What the hell—”

“Help!” One of the grunts in the screen butts in. “There’s a huge problem in the Slowpoke Factory!”

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Truly, he hates this part.

He is their boss. His boss. Thanks to him, Team Rocket has reached absolute power over Kanto and Johto. No one dares to pick a fight with the organization. No one dares to go against the notorious terrorists. If anyone is stupid enough to do so, it would be as if they have a death wish.

The grim reminders of their Champion’s and so-called Pokémon Master’s fates are enough to silence everyone and anyone into submission.

Thanks to their new boss, all is right with the world. Thanks to their new boss, Team Rocket has become the most powerful criminal organization the world fears. Society fears them. The criminal underworld idolizes them. While other regions have not been subdued completely, Proton has received many news that, thanks to Team Rocket’s financial aid, organizations such as Team Galactic and Team Plasma are so close to reach their dominating goal.

Well, when Proton thinks about it, their boss only literally allows Team Rocket’s financial aid. Other aids such as scientific or military assistances, their boss would rather keep it quite or ignore it completely.

His goals are more personal, after all.

“Um…”

His train of thought pops once the voice peeps from behind. Proton looks from behind his right shoulder. A single eyebrow is raised, silently indicating the nervous grunt to continue.

The lowly grunt looks down. “Is…” His heart beats rapidly against an aching chest. “Are…are you sure it’s okay to have an audience with him?” Through the bruises of his eyes, the grunt casts a peek at Proton. Indifference flashes the admin’s face clear and obvious, and this only shakes the poor grunt’s nerves.

A simple shrug is given. “It’s okay.” It’s not gonna be okay. “I mean, you said it yourself that you all were caught off guard by some trainers.” Trainers are that are supposed to not exist in the first place. “I’m sure if you explain to the boss properly, he’ll understand.” You’re dead.

The smile he wears never reaches his eyes.

Finally, they stop in front of the main room. Two huge doors are placed in front of them. It’s soft colours of mahogany brown are a mere contrast to the fiery pits of hell that reside from the other side of the doors. No one is present. Green eyes silently observe left and right, quickly realizing that neither Archer nor Ariana are around as usual to cater to their boss’ orders.

“Great…” He really hates this part.

Biting back a grumble, he gently knocks on the doors. “Boss,” he calls out, one fist rapping still on the hard wood. “One of the grunts are here.”

“Get in.”

The cold, dead voice sends chills down his spine.

His fist tightens against the door, Proton pushes it open. He is welcomed with dull light piercing right through the door. The giant window that is stretched on one side of the room glows grimly, illuminating the bright moonlight that pours into the room. Black curtains are tied by each side of the giant window. A chair is seen rolled towards the window, giving no signs that it will turn to face them. The room itself it quite big, making both Proton and their scared grunt to take nearly ten steps before they can reach the center of the place.

The door eerily closes behind them.

He wants this shit to be over quick.

Knowing that the grunt is scared shitless to say a peep, Proton bites the insides of his cheeks before continuing, “The grunt is here because—”

“Let him speak.”

That alone has enough power. Enough command to shut Proton up.

An exhale is released quietly. He turns to the flinched grunt. Without a word, he places one hand on his back and pushes the poor man forward.

The grunt wants to cry. Tears trickle down a scratched face. Hands cupped together until fingers ache at the force, he takes a few steps forward. “B-B-Boss…” Stutters break into cries. “I…” Cries hold back a desperate need to sob. “I uh—”

“Out with it!”

Shit, the grunt knows he will die if he accidentally pees on the boss’ carpet.

“I’M SORRY!” he bawls, voice cracks a pitch in absolute fear. “I—!” Pupils shrink into dots. “We all were caught off guard! We did our duties as commanded until suddenly these two trainers—”

“Trainers.”

The word isn’t a question. The cold tone sends shivers down their spines.

A single gulp feels like lead. “T-Trainers!” The grunt continues. “We don’t know where they came from! But they have stupid strong Pokémon that’s forbidden to use in the first place! We—I—did my best!” Terror rattles him from head to toe. “But this one trainer—a woman—just threw us off with her stupid team! I-I think she’s the one with a Typhlosion—!”

“Enough.”

The voice has enough power to rob them of their freedom.

Proton stays in place, standing by the doors. Arms are crossed tightly, flinching even every time he hears the boss’ voice. He keeps his eyes on him, on the back of the black chair. It hasn’t moved an inch, but the admin can see his right elbow perched comfortably on the armrest.

He often wonders what plays in that sick man’s brain.

Finally, after what felt like hours of unbearable silence, the boss shatters it. “Where are these trainers now?”

The grunt, as if he has been snapped from a trance, jolts upright. “I—We don’t know…” Before the young man before him could snap, the grunt quickly adds, “B-But we are sure they’re still in Azalea Town! So they might be on their way to G-Goldenrod City o-o-or—!”

“Enough.”

The moonlight shines upon the person on the chair.

The silence in insufferable. The silence dances around the grunt’s and Proton’s pricked skin.

A right hand is seen. “You are dismissed.”

Shock almost makes the grunt loses his balance. A single eyebrow perches on Proton’s forehead.

The same hand directs to the side. “Go through that door.”

Both pairs of eyes look to the right side. There only exists a black door and nothing else. While the walls around it are free from pictures or shelves, the grunt feels confusion growing from within. His mouth parts open, but then hangs for a few seconds before slowly cupping it shut.

It’s best to not rile up the boss’ one of many good moods tonight.

Feeling overwhelmed with gratitude, he keeps bowing and bowing. “T-Thank you, boss!” Hands slapped to his knees, he then shoots up straight. “I promise I’ll get better! I’ll show you that Team Rocket is not to be messed with—!”

“Leave!”

Fear once again shoots him in the chest, the grunt immediately makes a mad dash towards the door.

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Once entered, he slams the door shut and drops his back against the hard wood. A huge sigh escapes him. More and more tears are wiped by the back of his hands.

He is safe. He is free.

Honestly, rumours of their boss being a ruthless, heartless dictator was apparently mere myths. While all Rocket members respect him, all of them are terribly terrified of the boss as well. Not all have seen him in person, and most prefer it that way. But judging by the way the situation was handled, the grunt is greatly relieved that his boss has given him a second chance—

A deep growl breaks his train of thoughts.

Quickly his eyes snapped open, not realizing that he has them shut the second he exits the room—

A single Feraligatr stands in front of him. His body, bloodied and bruised positioned so close until his tail slammed against the door beside the grunt. His jaw, gaped and hanging, is wide open. Drool and spit trickle down until they stain the grunt’s blood-stained shoes. Pupils and irises shrink manically to tiny dots. Fangs gleam maliciously right in front of the stunned grunt.

The moment his vision catches sight of the Pokémon in front of him, the grunt doesn’t even realize that his pants has been soiled terribly.

Click.

A single red light flickers on the collar around the Feraligatr’s neck.

Staring straight into his prey’s soul, the Big Jaw Pokémon sinks his fangs into his head.

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Arceus, Proton only wishes that the room can be sound-proof.

The silence in the huge room doesn’t help in the least. Sounds of bones cracking. Sounds of a man shrieking. Hell, he flinches even when he hears something soft and squishy slam hard against the other side of the black door.

The screams only last a few minutes.

Fingers curl into the palms of his hands when all Proton hears next is the sound of a Pokémon’s roar.

“Proton.”

Quickly he looks forward, arms automatically slapped to the sides. “Yes, boss!”

Finally, the chair moves.

The young man looks forward, coldly stares at the admin that remains frozen in the middle of the room. “Get Petrel and the executives.” He stands up, palms pressed against the desk before him. Locks of bloody crimson drapes softly against his shoulders. A low ponytail is tucked neatly by the side of his white collar. His voice is deep, lulling a terrifying calm that increases the beat of Proton’s heart.

But he knows, even in the dull light of the moon, even with the voice that echoes a melody of death, Proton can clearly see his jaw tense roughly.

Yes. He definitely hates everything about this.

Wrath swirls in a pair of dull silvers. Reaching for a pair of black gloves that are placed inside the drawer of his desk, Silver grimly seethes, “It’s time for an extermination.”

#Soulsilvershipping #Rival Silver #Trainer Lyra #Pokemon #Trainer Ethan #Team Rocket #Proton #ok the tags are increasing lol #ive updated!!! WOO #Ecstatic Requiem #will silver n kotone reunite???#will it be a happy one??? let us think

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fieryfafarfanfics · 4 years

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BTYU Yearn (Ko-Fi Commish)

I…

She dances with him. Her feet are light as she glides around the meadow. Her smile rivals the sun. Her eyes sparkle like stars that blankets the night sky.

Violet eyes keep their gaze on her. Her grace. Her presence. Around and around Gloria spins under his waiting arm. Finally, she once again twirls back into his embrace.

I…

Her laugh is addictive, tickles his own throat to bubble a sound of glee. Her smile beams brighter. Just for him. Only for him.

I…I love…

A smile traces his lips. His hands rest on her hips. Her hands caress his shoulders.

She looks ever so beautiful.

Her hands trail down to his arms. Down, down until she brings her own to cup his palms.

I love you…

The thought lulls in his brain as she kisses the back of his hands.

“I love you.” Her voice is a melody that brings his heart to life. “I love you so much!” Her smile brightens. Cheeks are filled with swirls of red.

I love you… He can’t bring himself to say it; he doesn’t know why.

So he kisses her hands back. Eyes are never strayed from her delightful smile.

She’s a blessing.

I love you so much!

He wants to laugh. To chortle. To snort. To bathe in bliss that fills him whole.

Violet eyes never torn away from the light of his life, Bede brings her to a tight hug. His arms wrap around her waist. Tightly. Desperately. He can feel her body pressed roughly against hers. He can feel her laughter caress the side of his face.

He doesn’t want to let her go.

I love you! His heart screams. I love you! I love you! I love—

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The cold wind is not pleasant on his skin.

Violet eyes are snapped open, unblinking and stunned at the chill that jolted him awake.

Tick…tock…

Ah.

Tick…

His vision starts to blur. He hates himself for it.

Seconds feel like hours, until finally Bede slowly sits up.

The bed feels cold.

Hah… Dry laughter scrapes across a dry tongue. One hand rests upon his lowered head. Fingers press against his scalp, nails digging deep as he tugs his white hair. His other hand moves to his right shoulder, clutching deep into the skin as he imagines her holding him.

How pathetic.

His vision tears into two.

Slowly he closes his eyes. Regret spikes up immediately.

He can see her smile. Hear her laugh. His mind plays a cruel game for he can feel her warmth scraping his skin.

The wedding invitation, crumpled and torn, cackles at him from the living room.

He laughs once. Twice.

I love you…

The moon shines upon the sorrow that echoes inside the room.

END

#Rival Bede #Trainer Gloria #Pokemon #Bederia #Dressedinpinkshipping #boy thats a mouthful #anyways tada!!!#no comfort. hurt only.#:3c #kofi commission #oneshot

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fieryfafarfanfics · 4 years

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Sweet Moment (Ko-FI Commish)

“Okay Skitty,” She holds out her index finger that has the cake batter, “do you think this is sweet enough?”

Without a word nor hesitance, Silver nips her finger and sucks the batter off of it.

“Delicious.” A cheeky smirk curls the corner of his mouth.

Clearly, he wasn’t talking about the cake batter.

A single tongue juts out, though laughter then bubbles next. “You’re impossible.” Trying to ignore the blush that burns her cheeks, Kotone focuses on the cake mix. “It’s been a while since I’ve baked anything, so I really do need some serious feedback about it.”

His smile widens. “I am serious.” Slowly he walks closer and stops right behind her. “It is delicious.” Arms casually snake around her waist. He feels her shiver, but Silver knows damn well Kotone is playing hard to get as she keeps on mixing the batter.

Two can play that game.

“It is a tad sweet.” He places his chin onto her right shoulder. “Then again, maybe that’s you and not the cake.” Casually he shrugs, then peeks at the huffing woman he dearly loves with all his heart. Hands cup together near her stomach, gently rubbing the existence of their love that is growing in her womb.

She feels warm. Her neck and face are as crimson as his hair. “Too bad you’re not fond of sweet things, huh.” Hazel eyes return his longing gaze. Regret rises as she feels sheepish at the honest stare.

Her body is pulled backwards, closer to him.

“I only love one sweet person.” A kiss is bestowed on her neck. “I love that sweet person so much, I can’t get enough of it.” The kiss lingers to her cheek, to the corner of her right eye. “It’s addicting...”

A giggle, loving and warm, tickles her throat. “Are you being smooth?”

“Half of it.” He nuzzles into her soft brown hair. “Is it working?”

Arceus, she can’t get enough of him. “Very much.” Once again she dips her finger.

Looking at the busily nuzzling husband, Kotone gently tilts her head to get his attention.

Once Silver leans back to face her, she bursts a short laugh to see surprise paints on his face at the little smudge on his lips.

Surprise merely intensifies when she turns and licks the batter off his pink lips.

“Well, look at that.” She licks her lips, feeling tingly and sweet from head to toe. “Looks like you’re super sweet too.”

Mild shock keeps him stunned for a while. But that shock quickly evolves to naughty glee in a span of four rapid heartbeats. “Now you’re impossible!” Quickly he wraps his arms around her again, earning a cute squeal from his beloved.

END

#Soulsilvershipping #Pokemon #Rival Silver #Trainer Lyra #kotones tag is inconsistent i just want yall to know that #kofi commission #aaand done!#oneshot

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fieryfafarfanfics · 4 years

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Types of Kisses (Ko-Fi Commish)

A kiss on the cheek is a sign that one wishes to know the other better.

The first kiss they had was right before a battle. Olivia found it baffling, amazing even that she could focus on the battle when Henry had kissed her on the cheek after asking permission to give her a little something.

She did say yes, of course, because she trusted him. She honestly didn’t expect his ‘little gift’ was a short peck on her right cheek.

“A special charm”, he said, “to protect you from being hurt”.

Now that she thought about it, there wasn’t a single harm being laid on her. Maybe it truly was a charm? Maybe Henry didn’t tease her like she expected?

She gingerly cupped her right cheek. It still felt warm.

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A kiss on the forehead is a sign that one cares about the other.

Chup...

Shock brought the mage to a stunned silent. Tears still streaming down his face, he gaped at the dancer. Her smile seemed weak, a bit frail, but colour was back to her face and the smile only shined brighter and brighter the more he looked at her.

He only wished to look at her forever.

“I’m okay...” Voice a bit hoarse from the ache, Olivia carefully wiggled as she tried to sit up properly. The action only allowed her to snuggle closely into his arms, right to his hammering chest.

She was alive. She was safe and alive.

Though fully recovered, shock still drained her energy. In the end, Olivia leaned against his chest and sighed slowly. “Thanks again for getting rid of the poison...” Her voice meek and timid, voice toned down to a squeak even at the reality that she had kissed him on the forehead.

His reply wasn’t verbal, but to feel his hug tightened around her was more than enough for Olivia.

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A kiss on the hand is a sign that one thinks they are lovely.

Could he marry her again? Could he just ask for her hand in marriage and marry her all over again?

She was stunning in her new dancer’s outfit. It had a much darker allure to it, yet Olivia looked just as angelic as ever.

She stood before him, embarrassed and proud. While she knew the new outfit gave her the chance to try on new dance routines, she couldn’t deny feeling nervous at her dear husband’s loving stare. If life was a cartoon, she swore she could see hearts flying right above his head.

Olivia then felt her right hand being held. Curiosity flickered in her eyes. Surprise then splashed her face to see Henry kissing the back of it.

Again and again he kissed the back of her hand. He couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to stop.

“My dear, lovely Olivia...” He kissed again. “My darling angel...” And again. “I just wanna eat you up!” A light nip was given on the back of her hand. A violet eye shined like a sly fox.

A cheeky smirk curled each corner of his lips.

Olivia could only bite back the need to giggle like a silly little girl.

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Some say an Eskimo kiss is a sign that one feels very, very happy with their beloved.

“Is my Olivia still cold?” Henry nuzzled into the spot between neck and shoulder. His arms around her waist snugged comfortably. His lips traced warm kisses to her soft skin.

It felt ticklish. She loved it so, so much. “Not anymore.” Gently she tipped his chin with her finger. Taking the signal, he looked up at her, eyes filled with love and adoration for the light of his life.

Her nose then brushed his own, flickering a gleam of surprise in pairs of violets.

“Thank you, Henry.” Her voice was a melody he could listen to forever.

His smile had been genuine ever since she appeared into his life. “Welcome, sweetie pie!”

END

#Henry #Olivia #Henlivia #Fire Emblem #Fire Emblem Awakening #kofi commission #tadaaa heheheh

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fieryfafarfanfics · 4 years

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A Beautiful Start (Ko-Fi Commish)

A commission for @shiba-s. They want a fluffy from a ship in RockRobin. Honestly this was such a fun write!

A soft stir calmly rumbles him awake. Eyes flicker slowly, then flinch as sunlight peers through the thin curtains of the bedroom window. A grumble pops between nude lips. A few stretches ease the bones and muscles of each arms.

He then spots beautiful lines of silver.

A smile curls each corner of his mouth.

Her face seems serene, peaceful. Though hair isn’t as long to completely shield her face, Wizz still finds an excuse to brush a few strands away from her forehead. Warmth tickles his fingers. Feather-like touches stir her slightly. Yet she remains asleep, remains taken by slumber as Robin subconsciously curls closer to him.

To his arms. To his always waiting, always open arms.

His smile grows wider.

Words are still absent from the man, but actions have always been Wizz’s forte. Right arm tucked numbly under her neck, he continues to move his free hand towards her face. Fingers absent-mindedly count each strand of gorgeous silvers. He also loves that about her; he loves one of the many things about her. Deep hazel eyes trace to her face, to the fade flush on her soft cheek. A meek chuckle bubble from him. To know that such a rash, foul-mouthed woman possesses such beauty that can take his breath away. He is a silly fool for falling head over heels for the angel in his arms.

He isn’t a silly fool for falling for her looks first. He is a silly fool for falling for her wild personality.

Ah, fate can be funny and frankly, quite fucked up at times.

He continues his silent journey, tracing his fingers to her eyelids, down to her nose, down to the cute pink of her lips. Wizz then realizes the lips are parted slightly, and he hovered across them to feel warm breath brushing his skin.

She’s warm. She’s warm and soft and chooses him to fall deeply in love with.

He feels so giddy inside.

Feeling that they aren’t close enough, Wizz scoots just a few inches forward. Attention and focus are completely given to her, to the love of his life. Palm replaced by fingers, now trailing down, down to her bare arm. It takes him a while, but he soon realizes that she isn’t wearing anything under the blanket.

As so isn’t him.

Memories of last night flutters into his brain. Shivers tickles down to his stomach and thighs.

Lips pursed tightly, he gently rubs her right arm. She’s so cute. So cute. So irresistibly cute and strong. She doesn’t deserve all the pain. She doesn’t deserve the ass of an ex-boyfriend. She deserves love. She deserves happiness. And while there were times where Wizz felt he was unworthy to give her all those—in truth, he still feels unworthy still sometimes—that doesn’t stop him from showing her all the love she needs.

It was one hell of a ride. But it’s a ride he is solely dedicated to ride on with her.

Goosebumps are felt on his fingertips. Soft laughter rings in the bedroom. Deep hazels are warm with pure adoration. Intending to memorize every single curve of her body, Wizz moves his arm to her back.

His eyes soften, twinkle with love. Unable to hold back any further, Wizz carefully leans closer and presses a lingering kiss to her forehead.

“Enjoying your morning?”

He wasn’t careful enough, it seems.

Shocked by the sound of her voice, he immediately pulls back. The action is unintentional, automatic. And Robin reacts by quickly wrapping her arms around his neck.

Their faces are closer. He can see the cheeky smirk.

Damn him and his red-hot face.

“I-I—!” he stutters, face ablaze. His left hand has been raised away from her body. His right however instinctively curls around her back.

Robin obviously prefers the latter.

“Mornin’…” A yawn escapes her smirk. Casually ignoring her stunned posture, she nuzzles his chest and presses a kiss to his chin.

He’s still silent. Flushed. Curse her for taking advantage.

Greys meet deep hazels. The heat in his face compliments his ruffled, orange hair. Her smirk twitches, then curls to a sweet smile that robs him from all air. “Why’d you stop?” Voice a bit raspy from sleep and their…fun activities last night, she brings her hand up. One finger gently bops his nose. One tap on the tip, then two taps on his lips.

What an adorable frown, she thinks.

“How long were you awake?” he grumpily asks. His arm from under her neck is free, but Wizz chooses to let his hands roam around her hips. His pout is still present. His cheeks still perfectly painted in pink.

A giggle trails across her tongue. “Long enough.” A twinkle shines in a pair of greys. “Enough…ish.”

A groan escapes his mouth.

“Say something next time…” Voice muffled in her hair, Wizz only brings her closer.

Her warmth never leaves him.

“And miss all the sweet shit you might say?” Giggles brim to laughter. “Damn, I almost regret teasing you too early.” Her voice is a beautiful melody that livens the room. Carefully Robin tries to wiggle herself free. Free enough so that she can cast a peek at his flushed face.

His hug tightens. His face hidden still in her hair. “You’re a piece of shit.”

“And that’s why you love me.”

Damn her for being right.

Ego slightly scratched, Wizz decides to collect his courage and finally pulls back. Just when Robin thinks he is done sulking, she instead gasps a quiet surprise at her body being rolled to her back.

Grey eyes snap open, shock now flicker in those irises to see a pair of passionate, deep hazels.

Her hands remain pinned on either side of her head. Her legs are locked by his own. For once, that definitely shuts her up. Shock splashes her face, lips part slightly yet words escape her as pants.

Step 1 in ‘Being Cool and Sexy’ has been achieved.

Now if only he can do Step 2—

BAM! BAM!

The intense atmosphere pops like a bubble when a loud sound slams against the wall near the headboard. Both heads move to the direction.

“Shut the fuck up!” The voice from the other side echoes. “Fucking like wild rabbits in the morning! It’s fucking 8 AM!”

Damn, Wizz seethes silently. Damn that fat fuck for ruining the mo…ment—

Thoughts burst like bubbles when he feels her legs around his waist.

Quickly his head drops forward, eyes wide as saucers to see her smirk curling to a teasing grin.

“Oh Wizz!”

What—Wizz thinks—the ever-loving fuck? Realization hits fast, and he almost gasps at the feel of her hips against his. “Ro—!”

“Fuck me harder, Wizz!” Either ignoring his bafflement or too engrossed in pissing the neighbour off, she moans louder. “Oh fuck yeeesss!” Up and down she grinds him. Taking advantage of his stunned shock, Robin shimmies her hands until her palms cup his. “A-Aah—!” Lips part wider. Grey eye winks sweetly. “Harder, baby!”

Looks like she has initiated Step 2 for him.

BAM BAM BAM!

The knocking only gets louder. Swallowing his shame and with a face full of red, Wizz gently presses his chest against hers. “You want more, baby?” Truly, there’s something stupidly adorable to hear those words from a face that tries its hardest not to explode. “Unf…” Lower lip tugged by white teeth, he jerks his hips to her rhythm. “Like it harder? Faster, baby?”

He loves it when she tries to hold back her laughter.

The louder the curses, the louder they moan. Soon enough, the hard knocking and screaming cease. The last thing both heard was a sound of a door angrily slamming shut.

Pants and sighs fill the air. Wizz is still positioned above her. Robin now feels limp as she releases her grip on him.

Grey eyes meet deep hazels. One blink. Two blinks. Three. Until finally, both laugh in absolute glee.

He opens his eyes first, seeing pure, genuine bliss that he hasn’t seen from her for a long time. She truly looks beautiful, laughing and smiling like that. Wizz wants nothing more than to keep that expression blooming as long as he shall live.

“Hey, Robin…”

Her laughter calms down to giddy giggles. “Hmm…?” Once again she looks up at him, this time quite taken aback at the different intensity he bears. “Yeah Wizz?” Now her face feels hot. Damn him.

Not a word is given. Instead he lowers down and rolls to his side with her in his arms.

“I love you…”

Grey eyes are wide. Heat now burn straight to the tips of her ears.

Her smile never wavers. Her heart is a firework she never wants died down.

“I love you too…”

END

#shiba-s #RockRobin #Rock Robin #kofi commission #oneshot #ehee i hope u enjoy!

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Ecstatic Requiem 4

This shouldn’t happen.

This couldn’t happen!

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no—!

Air tastes like toxic as it slithers straight to her lungs. Vision is blurred. Face is pale as the moon above. If it wasn’t for Hibiki standing by her side, Kotone would have passed out or fallen to the ground.

The crimson ‘R’ still sticks close to her brain like glue.

A single gulp felt like lead in her throat.

“This can’t be…” she mutters, over and over like a broken tape. From the moment they saw the ‘R’ signal and checked their Pokégear for further investigation, Kotone could feel herself losing air at the lack of proper breathing.

Her contacts are missing. Her mom’s. Professor Elm’s. The gym leaders’. Red’s.

Silver’s.

They can’t log into the internet. They can’t find any way to communicate with others. After long, long minutes of rummaging through their devices, Kotone and Hibiki decided to run out of the hidden area and go back to the nearest place: Azalea Town.

Every step they took wrecked fear into their hearts.

And now, as both stand before the entrance to Azalea Town, Kotone once again feels as if she is about to drop to the ground.

A grip on her left hand tightens gently.

Quietly she looks to the side. Hibiki merely looks at her, forlorn gaze gleaming in each iris. Yet the smile he wears seems sincere, seems hopeful, giving her the push she needs in hopes, in hopes…that this is nothing but a long, horrifying dream.

“Come on,” he says, assurance forcibly dripping in his tone. Lips purse tightly. His right hand grips her left. His own left hand has curled to a tight, shaking fist.

Fear overwhelms them both.

Words are absent, yet a smile finally twitches, tickles the corners of her mouth. A single nod is given. Hazel eyes then dart to the entrance. The building seems gloom and dull, a complete contrast to the traditional, nature-like colours that enwraps the building in her time.

Her time.

Air is held tightly inside her lungs, both walk inside.

Air turns to broken gasps at the sight of the town.

Azalea Town was a happy, small, peaceful community filled with tradition and family values. The Pokémon and people live together in harmony. Children were seen running about, laughing and talking with their toys and friends while adults smile peacefully at the safety and security of their peaceful little town. It was always filled with greenery, always filled with water and grass-types as Azalea Town was also a place for these beautiful Pokémon.

The sun was always shining. The trees were always dancing. To breathe the air of Azalea Town was to breathe a new life.

But now, as she stands before the dark environment that she cannot recall what it should have been, Kotone feels as if the town in her memories are a dream all along.

“W-Wha-at…” The question breaks into shaky gasps. Pupils shrink, swallowed by the horrified gleams of hazels. “What…happen…?” One, two, three steps she takes. Her hands are shaking, palms opened as fingers tremble at the cold chill of the wind.

The sun is gone, shielded by dark clouds that paints the dead town.

There are no children running about. There are no Pokémon basking under the sun. Adults are seen at least, but the way they walk are wary and slow. Some even smoke on a nearby building—

What…the hell… is all she thinks next as Kotone realizes the building nearby is a gambling centre.

The bright lights are blinding to a fault. The loud music drowns any sounds nature can ever produce. Vomit and spit and something she will rather not say foul the air. It makes her nauseous. It makes her cringe.

Slowly she walks the area. Cautious steps are taken, legs feel like lead as gaze falls on the ruined peace. The Pokeballs strapped to her belt are shaking, trembling slightly as they too see the sight that befalls them.

Careful, is all Mewtwo whispers to Kotone. While he wishes to pop out of his ball to protect her from danger, the Genetic Pokémon feels it in his gut to better stay inside rather than announce himself out in the open.

His trainer can take care of herself. But Mewtwo can only clench his fists at the swirling distress in her heart.

Kotone walks…and walks…

Her destination is unknown, both to Hibiki and herself. Her childhood friend walks a step behind her. His hand has held his Meganium’s Pokéball, but he remains it clipped to his belt to avoid suspicion.

“The hell…” Hibiki responds, just as dumbfounded. While he keeps his pace with her, he takes in the surroundings with a heavy frown.

The trees are chopped, gone and replaced with electrical poles and huge billboard signs. Trash and filth fill the area that was once lakes and parks. The buildings are rundown, scraped from paint or materials that use to liven up the community. These buildings are small, too small and too uncomfortable for anyone to live in. Some of the rooftops are only a wide scrap of zinc, and the trainer holds his breath when he sees blood in some of the walls.

There is one building that is huge, though; Hibiki freezes in his place at the sight. The colour red mostly fills his vision, further tightening the pits of his stomach at the grim reminder of what shouldn’t be.

More people are seen—much to Hibiki’s horror—sprawling and withering in the darkest corners of the buildings. Some stand silently. Others sit limply. While most…he looks away at the bodies that remain motionless in the cold.

“No…”

Her voice, broken and wheezed, snaps him back to reality.

He looks at her. “Kotone…?” She has stopped. Her eyes are wide. Her hands press against the sides of her head. “Hey…Ko-Kotone?” Worry blooms where disgust once resided a few minutes ago. “Kotone, what’s—?”

“This…can’t…b-be…” The words are nothing but a weak murmur.

One hand hovers across her. “Kotone…?”

“No…” She can’t hear him. “No…” She isn’t able to hear him.

Her head then snaps forward, unknowingly causing the man next to her to flinch. Eyes wide in pure mania, Kotone directs her attention to the west side of the town.

Without a run, she runs towards her destination.

“H-Hey!” Worry bursts into panic, “Kotone!” he chases after her.

---

Her heart drops to her stomach.

Following the path she knows so well since she was a teenager, Kotone finally stops and lets out a horrified gasp at the building before her.

Or at least…what’s left of the building.

“Kotone!” Once again Hibiki catches up to her. Pants of air escapes him as he brings both palms to his knees. “Geez! Please don’t run off like that!” Mild annoyance tickles him that their roles are now reversed. Exhaling a loud sigh, he straightens his back and faces her. “Seriously, what got you…so…riled…” Grey eyes follows what she sees, “up…”

The building—a house—before them is only pieces of demolished walls. The roof is missing. The paints of the house have faded to black and smoke. No grass nor trees are present. No lakes nor puddles appear. Only a single bicycle can be seen perched on the front yard.

A bicycle that is charred to its steel. Just like the house.

“Old Man Kurt!” Without haste, Kotone dashes inside. The door is absent, instead replaced with Spinarak and Ariados webs. Fear of the inevitable drowns her mind, she rips them all apart and scrambles in.

“O-Oi!” Hibiki follows suit, panic reaching its peak every minute.

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Once they entered, fear only stays rooted in their hearts.

Everything is gone. Destroyed. All precious items and furniture are nothing but soot and dust. Not a human nor Pokémon is present, much to their vain relief. The earth underneath them has filled the once beautiful house. Creak…creak…their steps grimly fill the haunting silence.

“Tch…” Anger suddenly fills her. One hand quickly unsnaps a Pokéball, and Kotone releases Charlie. The Charizard comes out quietly, head lowered as if she understands the horrifying situation. Using the fire on her tail, she carefully lights up the room.

What they see does not ease the tension at all.

Everything is charred to black. Everything is broken and tattered to pieces. The roof gone, both humans and Pokémon can see the terrifying picture that paints their eyes forever.

There aren’t any humans nor Pokémon.

Good. It’s good.

Finding a broken branch, Hibiki carefully lights up the end of the wood with Charlie’s fire. “Thank you,” he mouths quietly, lips curling a smile amidst his trouble heart. Grey eyes then look at Kotone, who still has shock envelope her entire body. “Kotone,” he calls out, waiting as she finally reacts to him, “I’m gonna look around the other room. I…” What will he say? What will he do? This is a situation none of them ever thought would be thrown into.

Sometimes, both of them this hope—beg—this is nothing but a nightmare.

“We’ll see if we can find anything.” The meaning of the words contrasts to what he said, but judging by Kotone’s firm nod, he knows he got his words through. One hand then unclips his Marill’s Pokéball, but he chooses not to unleash her yet. Other hand tightened on the makeshift torch, Hibiki walks towards the next room.

Which leaves Kotone alone with Charlie. In and out and in and out the trainer takes a deep breath. Her heart still races. Her forehead still sweats. Trembling hands curl into fists. Dull nails dig deep into her palms.

‘Kotone…’

Charlie’s soft growls plant Kotone back to the ground. Hazel eyes snap open; she doesn’t realize they have been shut tight. Quickly she looks at her Kanto starter. “It’s okay, girl…” It has to. “I’m okay…” I have to.

Mewtwo’s Pokéball rumbles lightly on her belt.

Right hand gently pets Charlie’s muzzle. The fire-starter feels warm. Kotone doesn’t realize her body has gone cold since she came to this time.

Slowly she takes a deep breath. “Let’s go look around.”

The Charizard nods once. Navigating her way to the rubble, both trainer and Pokémon observe the area. There isn’t any living thing inside. Everything has been licked by flames. Kotone looks up, right at the walls that were once a soothing brown. The Celebi statue is missing, possibly shattered, as she can’t find the object anywhere. The pictures that she used to see are gone. She can’t find the picture of Kurt and Professor Oak. She can’t find the picture of the old man smiling happily with his only grandchild and her Slowpoke.

She will be fine. Kotone has to be fine.

She presses forward, careful steps creaking the burnt floors. The stars and moon are out tonight. While the sky paints a glorious picture, the earth below is nothing but horrors and smoke.

The stars mock her, Kotone thinks.

While everything is gone, nothing seems to be too horrifying—at least in her book—as she stands in the middle of the room. “Old Man Kurt…little Tina…” Hands shakily rub the goose bumps on her arms. “Where are you…?” I hope… Steeling her shaken heart, Kotone moves on to the next room, I hope—

—you’re safe—

Craaack—squish!

Darkness looms far worse than the previous room. But before Charlie could enter and light the way. Before Kotone could stop and adjust her vision of the surrounding abyss.

Before the nauseating stench slithers up into her nostrils, Kotone chokes out a silent gasp.

Once Charlie enters the rooms—and flinches at the foul smell—she brings her tail up to light up the room.

Ironically, the stars and moon help too, and this doesn’t help them on what they see.

A corpse of burnt flesh and bones is curled onto a charred futon. A bigger, charred skeleton—with a head and tail gone from its body—is seen by their side. Flesh of black coat them. Skin of soot is spread against scraped, wooden floors. Their arm, their small, frail, skeletal arm, is spread across the bones next to them—

A small…frail…skeletal—

Kotone wants to scream.

She staggers—squish—!

Her body jolts. Her eyes manic.

Fear is a shadow that swallows her whole. Fear is a poison that pours her lungs with dread. Her arms remain stiff and apart. Her jaw drops open, inviting the disgusting smell to gargle her throat.

Her head is a robot. Inch. By inch. By inch. Tilting down to the source of the sound.

The stars and moon are very bright tonight, as they reveal what she is standing on.

An upper jaw is positioned closely to her left foot. Its rotten teeth touch the materials of her shoe. A head of black and bones is placed vividly above the hilariously clean spot of the floor. Its sockets, while one is absent of an eyeball, the other still possess its own; the eyeball is black as soot and pops out just an inch as it is looking directly at her.

Her foot remains frozen on the skeleton’s lower jaw, on the spot Kotone has stepped and cracked.

Pupils shoot to tiny, tiny, dots.

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“Arceus…” The word seethes out between gritted teeth. The torch in his hand is brought up, giving him more areas to observe as he takes in his surroundings. The kitchen is just in bad shape as the living room. The food and spices are long gone and rotten. The fridge is opened, showing more Spinarak webs and what he hopes to Arceus are Ariados’ eggs; Hibiki makes a mental note to leave as soon as possible before the Pokémon’s parents come ba—

“AAA-AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

Hibiki actually jumps at the shrilling sound. A heartbeat pounds once and twice, and it is immediately then that the trainer knows who the sound belongs to.

“Kotone!” Waiting for neither confirmation nor assurance, he stumbles around and makes a mad dash towards her.

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Hibiki almost dropped the torch once he finds her.

“Koto—!”

“NOOOO! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO FUCK—OH ARCEUS NO!!!”

Her screams shock the poor man. A flash of red waves madly in front of him, and Hibiki quickly reaffirms himself that it is just her Charizard’s tail flapping about.

“Kotone!” Grey eyes spot her, curled in Charlie’s arms with her own wrapped around her head. The pair is on the far corner of the room, right next to an open space that was once supposed to be a wall. His eyes are on her, on his friend. Though body engulfed by the starter’s arms, Hibiki can see Kotone tremble, shake, whimper.

Panic floods his mind.

“Kotone, what—” Crack-squish!

He immediately stops in his tracks.

The torch is still firm in his tight grasp. His foot is still pressed deep against what he hopes, what he gravely hopes, is furniture.

He wants to looks down. He wants to badly to look down.

But he steels himself. Eyes slowly shut, Hibiki cocks his head up and shakily moves the torch forward.

He then snaps his eyes open.

Sweat drips from his head to the corpse underneath him. Pupils shrink to dots. While he hasn’t realized the two charred bodies on the futon, Hibiki is instead taken aback at the marking on the wall before him.

A huge mark stains the wall. Drips of dark, crusty red has dried; some didn’t manage to trickle down to the futon below it. Splatters of the vile colour is spread apart like fireworks. Hibiki wants so badly to move the torch away, for he can see chunks of…pink and black stuck to the single letter.

It paints the wall red. It paints the wall bloody red.

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“Please…”

The voice sounds so soothing, yet so desperate.

“Please…don’t give up…”

He still feels her grip on his wrist. He still feels that warmth tickling his skin.

The image is blurry. All he sees is brown and black. He tries to make out the form of a person. Was it a person? He can’t remember. The image seems fuzzy. Unreachable. Indescribable. Yet he can feel the touch on his wrist. He can hear the sound that lulls him to this day.

“Please…” He wants to hear more. “Please…” He wants to feel more.

“Please—”

He needs to find her.

Silver eyes flutter open.

#Soulsilvershipping #Pokemon #Ecstatic Requiem #Trainer Lyra #Trainer Ethan #it has come to my attention im not consistent w my tags kfjdbsjkfd sorry #anyways silvers at the last bit but not gonna tag him officially ;w;#YEAAHAHAHA WOOHOO #rip old man n his grandkid n slowpoke...

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Hi everyone! Thanks to all of your support, I’m confident and motivated enough to make a ko-fi!

If you have any questions or if you’re interested, do lend me your support! 1 ko-fi is 150 words. If you have any specific fic idea (or even a sinful one ehee), do look at my T&C in the ko-fi page and don’t hesitate to ask me 😊

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Heartbreak (Ko-Fi Commish)

She doesn’t want this.

The fire around them continues to envelope the pair. The echoes of screams and steel still resonate the dark, starless night. The moon is mocking them, beaming upon the fallen as if it is a play that brings joy to the cruel Gods who laugh at their despair.

The stars of the show are them, and the Gods continue to mock and jeer at the entertainment that lies bare.

N only sits quietly, bloody and bruised. Hope seems lost in a pair of hazy greys. Green hair, disarrayed and wet, is filled with blood and dirt. Voice is absent from a man who had been screaming and crying at the reality that tears him from the inside out. His spear has broken, split in half like the heart that has been torn inside his heaving chest.

The Falchion in her grip shakes, then tightens.

This is her enemy, she convinces herself. This is the enemy that almost brought the world into ruin. That almost revived a powerful dragon God all for the sake of rebuilding an idealistic world. If she wasn’t fast enough, the ground she stood would have long been swallowed by foolishness and greed.

But alas, as victory seems so close in her grasp, the pain in her chest continues to plunge deep, deep, deep into the pit of her stomach.

Her vision starts to blur.

“G-ive up.” Her voice stutters. Teeth clenches hard. “You’ve lost. Your general is dead.” Falchion’s tip is pointed, aimed directly at his fallen gaze. “Your army will soon either join him or surrender to the Kingdom.” The sword shakes again. “Your pawn is gone. It’s over.”

It’s over.

It’s…over…

Words are absent from a broken man. Palms press coldly into the thick soil. Spine aches horribly at the bent, still position he is in.

Without a word, he finally looks up.

Tears roll down her cheeks to see such a lifeless man.

The shine in his eyes are gone. The ring of his laugh has disappeared. Blood trickles down his cheeks. Dirt and sweat cover the gaping wounds on the corners of his eyes.

The friend she loves is gone now. The friend she once trusted has died along with the dragon.

He doesn’t fight back. He doesn’t want to. Head slowly tilting left and right, he tries to bring his gaze to the chosen hero. Grief strikes his face at the death of his ideals. Despair swirls in his eyes at the loss of his world.

And yet…as he finally looks at her, at White, N finds that the pain he feels right now is absolutely, horribly, unbearable.

White… Her name stings so much.

Falchion is raised to the side, frozen in place. Both look at each other, silent and blurred.

The echoes intensify with the sound of skin and bone being sliced apart.

END

#Ferriswheelshipping #N #Touko #Pokemon #fe au as my friend ko-fied me hehehe #oneshot #kofi commission

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(Bederia) Unplanned Confessions 3

The warmth felt soothing in the tent. Slumber released its grip on Bede first. A yawn escaped his mouth. One arm stretched to the side, in which he then flinched to feel the ache on his back. Though the tent was perfectly cosy, the Gym Leader groaned stubbornly to feel a faint flash of light through the clothed window. Right. Right! Realization of last night dawned upon him like a splash of cold water. Quickly he looked to the side, pupils shrunk then dilated at the sight of snoozing woman. Her head comfortably rested on his bare chest. One arm was draped around his stomach, while the other stretched downwards between her body and his. That might be numb later, he chuckled. Arceus, his body ached. But not once did regret flash across his face. Instead a goofy smile curled each corner of kissable, bruised lips. His left arm draped above her head. Thankful that his other arm was free, Bede took the chance to take all of it in. She was beautiful. Ethereal. Magnificent in every way. From the passionate way she battled to the confident way she brought herself, there wasn’t a single fault the man could find when it came to her. Maybe this was what’s it like to fall in love, he wondered.

A finger gingerly traced the side of her face, down, down until he stopped at her lower lip. How soft. How kissable. Warm air brushed the tip of his index finger. His smile broke down to faint, silent laughter. “I love you too…” Joy rang in his heart. “I love you, Gloria…” He wished to say it to her. Again and again so that she could never forget. Carefully he placed a soft, lingering kiss to the top of her head. Those words would forever play in his mind and heart until the end of— ‘Gloria! Breakfast time!’ Oh fuck. Without waiting for a response, the flapped entrance of the tent was ripped open. Shock immediately had Bede jolt upright. Startled by such an aggressive wake-up call, Gloria fumbled herself awake and sat in complete stupor. “Wha—?” Like a sleepy fool she stared blankly at her impatient starter. Ares merely kneeled in the entryway, head tilted and eyes blinked at the two naked humans before him. ‘I said it’s breakfast time!’ But that didn’t bother him much. As long as his best friend was safe and happy, that’s all that matters to him. Besides, it was about time anyways. His nose twitched at the scent of sex and afterglow that thickened the air in the tent. ‘Oof…’ Quickly he shook his head, growing quite uncomfortable at the natural smell. ‘Well…’ Fiery eyes stared at the human who seemed more awake than his trainer. ‘When she wakes up fully, can you tell her it’s breakfast time? I’m starving and Dimitri is more than ready to knock down the closest berry tree.’ And with that, Ares left. With a message that Bede had no idea considering all the man heard was chirps and squeaks. “Mmm…” Stupor popped to shock, and Bede turned his attention to the slightly sleepy woman. Her body was free from any blanket. Every hickey, every mark could be seen in board daylight like a form of art. Ah, his body felt hot again. Rubbing her eyes to bring her back to reality, Gloria finally looked at the tall man. It took her a few seconds to realize that he was naked, that she was naked, and that they had slept together—figuratively and literally—last night. This was surely one of the days where she was awake the fastest. Red splashed their faces once reality kicked in full. None said a word. Both looked away. “Um…” She laughed shortly, dumbly, before biting back in fear that it might offend him. “I—morning.” “Morning.” Was all he managed. Good. She was just as shaken as him. Shaken. And hopefully thrilled too. “Listen—” In unison they both spoke, then stunned to silence as they stared at each other. Silence was now their favourite form of communication. Feeling nervous of such a gaze, Gloria brought her arms up. “No…” Before she could cup her chest, the Champion instead blinked in surprise at the touch of his hands. And just when she thought he was done with surprises, Gloria squeaked a meek squeak at the feel of her body being pulled to an embrace. “Bede…?” Confusion lulled her bruised lips. Face now nuzzled on his neck, she peeked up, trying to cast a glance at the now blushing man. Man, was he so cute. “First off,” he started, voice muffled on her hair, “I didn’t regret what we did last night. I never will.” Carefully he positioned himself until he crossed his legs. Taking the opportunity of her surprise, Bede ushered her until she sat cosily in his lap. She was warm. “I…” Arms tightened around her. Hands lovingly caressed up and down her back, her arms. “I love you, Gloria. A lot…” More than he ever expected. “I don’t know exactly when it started, but I figured it’s long when we were rivals in our gym challenges.” Here it was again; the shameless act of him pouring his heart out to no one but her. She truly did have such a talent on him, didn’t she? He wouldn’t have it any other way. “You were always there for me. You always supported me even when I was being such a prick in the early days.” Lips kissed the top of her head again. “And in time, you made me stronger and showed me ways to learn to be better.” Traced down to her forehead. “You showed me my future.” To her eyelids. “You showed me my new path.” To her nose. “You taught me how to love…” He stopped in front of her face, finally staring at the eyes he forever loved. “You made me love you…” Chu… “so take responsibility…” Chuu… His confession was a million arrows that pierced her heart. She trembled. Shook. Positively vibrated with excitement at the knowledge of his feelings. Without a moment to waste, she returned his kiss. Just as blissfully. Just as overjoyed. Arms wrapped around his neck, slightly surprising him with her exuberance but never once planning to break their kiss anytime soon. “I love you, Bede…” She confessed between kisses. Lightly she brushed the tip of his nose with hers. “I love you a lot.” She was bad with words; they both knew this. But Gloria was more than happy to know that she got her emotions through him. His smile was so genuine. So charming. “In that case,” He pulled back, yet arms perfectly locked around her bare waist, “I know this might sound stupid considering very recent events, but Gloria,” A smile, so confident and cheeky, curled his lovely lips, “will you be my girlfriend?” Her giggles were so cute. So adorable. “On one condition.” She lifted one finger, though hand still mindlessly caressing his bare neck and chest. A single eyebrow raised in curiosity. Both eyebrows however raised in a matter of seconds once she surprised him with a peck on the lips. “You get to be my boyfriend.” Oh how lively their lives would be around each other. The smirk mellowed back down to one of a sincere smile. “Deal.” END

#Rival Bede #Trainer Gloria #Bederia #Dressedinpinkshipping #Pokemon #TADAAAAA #AAAND ITS FINISHED!!!#WEEHUU!#Cinderace #he gets a shoutout coz i love my son #my reckless son #maybe someday ill write my team properly

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(Bederia/NSFW) Unplanned Confessions 2

Her eyes were warm. “I care you too…” Her smile was enticing. Before he could respond, she reacted faster. Body acted out of pure instinct. Emotions guided where her heart would lead her to the rest of the night. Violet eyes widened were crimson irises hid behind eyelids. Her lips were soft, heart-stopping. It was short. Chaste. Too brief for their liking. Shame engulfed the Champion’s body as she pulled back. Head tipped down slightly, hiding the embarrassment that burned red up to her ears— She peeped a squeak when she felt trembling hands cupping warm cheeks. She sucked a gasp when she felt sweet lips pressed hard against hers. Her side shuffled closer. Tiny, callous hands tugged the front of his thin shirt. She felt soft lips, then sharp teeth as she huffed cold air. “Bede…” His name was a prayer that sent his heart ablaze. If not for the feel of her palms pressing up to his neck, Bede would’ve thought that she was rejecting this. But she didn’t. Delicate fingers caressed his collarbone, his neck. The touch alone sent shivers down his spine, produced moans that slurred right into her sighing mouth. Their eyes were closed, focused, hyper-fixated on no one but each other. Chu…he kissed her again, chu…and again. His tongue now had entered her hot mouth, tickling and inviting her own to a dance of pure, wet desire. Though hands were at lost and desperate as they gripped her face, Bede at least felt grateful to know that his legs knew what to do as they started to intertwine around hers. That sliver of confidence snapped when he felt her hips grind against her—heavily, slowly.

Arceus above—! “Gloria…!” His breathing grew ragged. A gasp escaped weakly as he felt her hips again. He knew she was teasing him. He knew she was enjoying the hell out of it. And by fuck he won’t let her get away with it. In a split second, Gloria gasped to feel her body being pushed until she lay on her back. Both hands were now released, instead pulled back and gripped on either sides of her head. Crimson eyes stared in hazy bafflement. Flushed lips parted in desperate need for air and touch. He positioned above her, gaze so intense and filled with thoughts that sent his blood down south. “Gloria…” Her name was a wish, a prayer, a plead that slurred heavily by wet lips. Bede took the time to breathe, to recollect his senses that were long gone from the moment they kissed. Slowly, so slowly he lowered down. Knees were then positioned between her legs. His hips hovered weakly above hers. Though faint, she could feel the heat that was dangerously positioned right between her thighs. She didn’t dare look. But she so desperately dared to feel it. The feel of him squeezing her wrists forced her back to reality. Focus horribly managing her throbbing brain, Gloria returned his heavy gaze. “Bede…” How many times would she say his name, she wondered? For now it sounded soft, fragile. In truth, she wished to say his name in a completely different manner soon; as a scream, so strong, passionate. She sensed hesitance in a pair of such mesmerizing violets. Silence thickened between them. The rush of cold air seeped between the littlest gaps of the tent, but all she could ever feel right now was the heat that pooled right to the hungriest part of her body. She needed to say something. Anything. “Are you sure…?” But he beat her to it. Surprise broke the lidded gaze. As expected, the hesitance grew. The concern mixed in between as he kept his gaze on her. He never moved a muscle, neither pressing downwards nor pulling away. She was thankful he didn’t do the latter. She needed to act fast. To show him how she really felt. “Bede…” It’d been 5 years that they walked on this metaphorical thread. 5 years of rivalry turned 5 same years of friendship was enough to test their feelings for each other until they sometimes couldn’t breathe. She enjoyed being close to him. He adored having her by his side. But neither had ever admitted it properly, either just dodging the topic entirely or making a short quip to change the subject in fear for their pining hearts. But now…in this tent…as his silence fearfully craved the answer they both needed, Gloria knew it was now or never. Words were absent, yet her reply was given in a form of hands clutching his own. Shock directed his sight on their hands. Fingers were now intertwined like perfect puzzle pieces. The trembles in his body hadn’t left him, and Bede merely gasped faintly at the feel of her leg on the side of his own. “I’m sure.” Was her final, verbal reply. He felt pathetic for feeling weak at such a sentence. “Gloria…” was all he managed, all he conjured up in a haze of growing lust. Left hand wiggled away from her grasp, moved down, down until his palm slid and pressed against her lower back. “I…” He was entranced. Hypnotized. Mesmerized. “I can’t—” What could he can’t? Hold back? Pull away? Be assured? Crimson eyes burned his insides. Finally he pulled her upwards. “This…” Finally his hips pressed against hers. “I won’t…” His cock, aching and twitching, brushed roughly against the cotton of her pants. “I—” Pressed firmly against the wet spot of her panty. A gulp was heard. None couldn’t tell who it belonged to. Fuck— Her mind was dropped back to its delightful haze once she felt his groin against her. Unbeknownst to him, his position perfectly brushed against her clit, perfectly poked the needy button. Legs bent slightly, Gloria retaliated by grinding back. She cursed the day pants were made. She cursed the day clothes weren’t magically able to disappear at the snap of one’s fingers. So she rubbed against him. Again. Again. And again. Their gaze never tore apart from each other. Gasps turned to sighs. Sighs turned to moans. It was then that Bede lowered just a few inches just before he grinded again that had Gloria hitched a scream. “Fu—!” Teeth gritted back the word. This was much, much, much better than her fingers. Despite being barred by 4 layers of clothing, Gloria held back a hiss once she felt the tip of his cock nudged just perfectly against her soaked pussy. “Bede…!” Desperation grew bigger. And like most of her intense battles that had her pushed against a corner, Gloria turned that desperation into strength. Without warning, she pulled him down for a harsh, hard kiss. Shock once again popped in between, but Bede quickly returned her kiss with just much vigour. Pop! Their foreheads pressed firmly against one another. His shivers twitched down to his aching cock once she rashly husked, “More…” --- And more he gave, for the next few moments that happened between them were a blur. Her pyjama shirt was off and thrown to the side. Chill at first scrapped across such autumn skin, but heat once again warmed her chest once she felt large hands cupping her left breast. He was shaking still. It was cute. And reassuring. At least Gloria knew she wasn’t the only one nervous to the very bone. “Bede…” One might keep count on the many times she muttered his name. Slowly she arched her torso, pressing his hand closer to her breast. A little whine was vainly hidden behind pursed lips when she felt fingers pinching and prodding her hardened nipple. Crimson eyes were gone from his sight, instead hidden behind shut eye lids that twitched every now and then at his caress. He wished to be lost in her eyes again. So with lust filling his heart whole, Bede lowered down and gave her other breast the same attention. A smirk was faintly bitten back once he heard that delicious gasp. Right hand intertwined with hers, Bede timidly prodded his tongue out. With ginger licks he tasted her, relished the skin that hardened around his twirling tongue. She tasted of cinnamon and vanilla—a scent he long realized was her favourite since they were teenagers—and this only boiled the hunger he had for her. He sucked gently, then harder, then nipped the nipple between wet lips to entice more and more whines from her. She tasted so good, so delicious. He hungered for more. With a sharp breath held inside aching lungs, Bede switched and gave attention to her left breast. The sounds she made never stopped, only grew. While right hand massaged and thumb brushed her nipple, Bede slid his left hand down. His palm was open, fingers twitched and flinched at every feel of such soft, firm skin. A few scars from her stomach brushed across his touch, in which the Gym Leader gave such a tender caress as a silent sign of care. His hand then slipped under the waistband of her pyjama pants. Pop, he released—hesitantly—and looked up at her. His breathing was forced out in pathetic sighs at the sight of her face. Her eyes were heavily lidded with unbridled lust. Her mouth was wet, shined with hot air and continual licks. Red splashed such warm, brown skin. Dark hair were a strands of glorious mess. Though short, some managed to stick onto her forehead, shield little parts of her eyes that proved too hypnotizing to look away. A single gulp heavily slid down a dry throat. Her eyes like fire that burned him from the inside out, Bede opted to plant more kisses to her neck. Chu…chu… he mapped her with his mouth. Teeth then replaced wet lips, nibbled and nipped a few certain spots right under her right ear. He felt her crane her neck slightly, giving more access and tempting him terribly to place a mark where everyone could see. The Galarian Champion belonged to the Ballonlea Gym Leader; that was truly a title that made his cock twitch in excitement. Slowly and slowly his left hand slid under her pants. “May…” A gulp again. “May I…?” he wheezed, choked so shamelessly like a man starved for a feast. His other hand propped him up, giving perfect access to such a lovely sight under him. Gloria didn’t say much, merely nodded once and lifted her hips against his waiting palm. It was all he needed as a starving man. Quickly but carefully he slipped under her pants. Fingers brushed her panty, thin and lacy, and Bede had to hold another sharp breath to feel just how wet she was. For him. She felt warm. Wet. Moist. All because of him. Confidence burned amidst the bubbling lust, Bede slowly caressed her warmth with his middle finger. “Nnh…!” she chirped. One hand slapped her mouth, shame and shock overpowering her emotions for a while to feel fingers that weren’t hers touching where she desired the most. She then felt him stop; he was tentative, she realized. Crimson eyes stared at the man above. Pink splashed every corner of his face. Lips quivered prettily she wished she could suck on them like candy. He was shy, quite prideful to admit anything, so she giggled shakily and helped him. Right hand moved to where his left was. Confidence slowly bubbling within her to know that this was probably his first time—just as this was hers—Gloria tugged her pants down until they shimmied off her legs. “Here…” Embarrassment prevented her from taking off her panty. Not yet, at least. Eyes fixed on such a pretty shine of sparkling violets, she held the back of his left hand. She nudged his middle finger to her clit. Lips worried by white teeth, Gloria silently ushered him to form tiny circles. He was a fast learner, this was obvious as day the moment he became Ballonlea’s Gym Leader, so it took him less than a minute to follow her movement until it became his own. And by Arceus, Gloria was beyond thankful at how quick this man’s mind could be. Gaze never torn away, he moved clockwise, then reversed after hearing sweet, sweet whimpers. He started out slow, careful. Her hand never left his, and Bede was more than okay with that if it means giving her the best pleasure she could ever deserve from him. She was the best thing that had ever happened in his life, after all. He felt her hand move. Bede stopped briefly as he let her finally take off her soaked panty, as he let her tug his hand downwards, towards her waiting, aching sex. “Mmm…” Words were incorrigible as she guided him. With silent notions, Bede let his middle finger slip inside her. Fuck. Fuck…Fuck! She was wet. She was so damn wet. Her walls clenched and welcomed his finger. His gaze blurred, then sharpened to see such wanton need from the Galarian Champion. His Galarian Champion. His. “A—” she gasped meekly. “Another…please…” Up and down she moved her hips. Unable to stand the intense stare he was giving her, Gloria looked away. She still urged his hand to move where she wanted it to be, though. A smile shakily curved across his face. Another finger joined inside her. He watched as she swallowed a squeak. He watched as she turned her head to the side. Cute. He wanted to see more. So he dug his fingers deeper. Slowly he widened the gap between his middle and index, scissoring her until her walls clenched deliciously at the friction. Bede felt her body tremble under him, because of him. In and out and in and out he moved, anticipating and observing every reaction that drove him mad with lustful glee. More. To her shock, to his surprise, Bede curled those two fingers. And it was those actions alone that incited a delighted gasp from her. “O-Oh—!” She stopped. Abrupt. “Be—mmhm…!” Eyes widened as she felt him curl his fingers again. She felt those slender fingers caress her throbbing walls. She felt his movement grow faster and faster at every single curl. More. Oh fuck him—! Stubbornness held her firm to the ground. While Gloria knew his smile was prettily plastered on his prettily flushed face, the Champion didn’t give in and bit back another helpless moan. It was then that she cursed the fact that the man was a fast learner because— “Oh f-fuck!” A stuttered moan slurred out of deliciously pliant lips once she felt his thumb stroke her clit. Quick hands roughly gripped his arms. It wasn’t an act of desist, Bede immediately realized, but a silent, desperate signal of blind urge. What kind of gentleman would he be to deny his lady? Faster and faster he thrusted inside her. With nimble fingers, he replaced his index with his ring finger. Before Gloria could comprehend the action through a clouded mind, she instead arched her hips at the feel of his thumb and index finger lightly pinching and rolling her aching clit. “A-Ah Bede…!” she gasped. “Bede I—!” she moaned. Nails dug into the sweaty skin of his arms. The mild pain causing a hiss, Bede lowered down and pressed a deep, sloppy kiss to her waiting mouth. Tongue once again twirled against each other. Teeth clanked slightly at the desperate pressure, but neither couldn’t give a shit as one focused on pressing on all the right buttons, while the other continued to drown in a pool of pure, lecherous desire. “Be-de—Be—f-fuck!” Words failed her for the many times tonight, Gloria finally succumbed to pure white at the feel of his fingers curling deep, deep inside of her. Her legs raised and trembled weakly. Toes curled in delicious friction. Body acting purely out of instinct as she rode her high, Gloria wrapped her arms around his head and tugged the long, fluffy strands of pure white hair. Just when she thought she had come in peace—pun intended—“Fu—” Words garbled by a gasp when she felt him move in and out, and in and out again. “Bedeh—!” Sentences twisted into nonsense. Head tilted upwards. Fingers locked and tugged harshly at such fluffy strands. Hisses echoed wetly at the glorious pain. Quivered mouth tuned to a smirk, Bede lowered to her neck and marked her with more, more, teasing bites. Feeling her wiggle and squirm under his hot touch, the young man sucked on the hickey he had long placed on the left side of her collarbone. He was insufferable. He was insufferable. She knew damn well this was a battle he intended to win. “Bede!!” Once again her hips arched like a taut bowstring. Within seconds he finally took his fingers out. Within seconds he sucked his digits, tasting the woman as if she was the heavenly cream he hungrily craved all along. Never waiting for a chance, he held her waist and pressed her hard to the ground. His cock, terribly twitching and begging for white release, positioned firmly against her gaping cunt; amidst the desirable mania, he soon realized that he was the only one who was still wearing pants. Utterly foolish. Completely unacceptable. “Gloria…” Finally his voice slurred like a drunken fool. Violet eyes hazed with lust and love, he pressed a kiss right under her chin before looking down at her. Sweat and pants filled the air in the tent. It almost felt like they couldn’t breathe. It almost felt as if the world was destroyed, leaving them alone in a barren planet. Oh how he wouldn’t mind that at all. Shame no longer present in a gaze of a starved man, he placed a lick on her upper lip. “Please…” He needed more. “Please…” He couldn’t care less that his dignity shattered before her. He felt comfortable being vulnerable around her anyways. He didn’t realize he had his eyes closed, for Bede snapped them open when he felt hands tugging his pants. Shock swallowed his words whole. He merely gaped at the woman under him. “What…” Now she felt silly for acting so suddenly. Silly. But still very, very horny. A gulp slid down. “You said ‘please’.” Slowly, carefully she slid down his pants. “Besides—” Holy shit, she realized he didn’t wear any boxers underneath, “—you did a uh…” What should she say? What should she say? What should she say—holy shit it’s brushing her thigh! A gulp slid down. Harder. She wondered if she could get any wetter. “I want to…” I want you. Without so much waiting for a proper response, Gloria traced her fingers around his stiff cock. It was so delicate. So feather-like. Yet Bede felt foolish for almost losing his mind— Distracted by her touch, the Gym Leader froze in stupor at the feel of his body being rolled to the ground. “Oof—ha-ah!” Shock burst to pleasure at the feel of warm hands gripping his cock. Quickly he snapped his head forward, seeing nothing but the ethereal woman sitting comfortably on his legs. Under the brilliant light of the moon through the single, clothed window of the tent, Bede only gasped in awe. Her breasts heaved slowly, matching her heavy breathing. The plane of her stomach was taut with muscle, yet slightly pudgy from the dinner and dessert they had tonight. Her arms were just as muscled, tight with abs from years and years of being the Galarian Champion. Her skin gleamed like warm autumn, making him feel hot, bothered. Violet eyes then spotted the hickeys and marks on her chest, on her neck, around the nipple of her left breast. Saliva felt like copper as he relished on the marks he had given her. Breathing fast and heavy, Bede dared to look up, dared to look at the face of the woman who had long snatched his heart. By Arceus, she truly took his breath away. The fire in her eyes were vivid. Pupils dilated at the sight of the man below her. Pink lips parted, bruised, heaved with hot air that constantly flowed through her lungs. Red splashed such soft cheeks. Dark hair was dishevelled to no end. Wild bangs once again covered some parts of her eyes, but Gloria finally took initiative and shook the bangs to the side. By fucking Arceus, take him now. “Bede…” Her voice was velvet. Her warmth was haven. It was then he felt the tip of his cock being brushed that he gasped back to reality. “A-Ah—!” He slapped his mouth shut, too quickly, too painfully. Oh how shameless he felt, to crumble even more at the grasp of this lovely angel. It seems like the battle had taken a turn. Though filled with an air of radiance and confidence, Gloria was nothing short of grateful to see Bede so…entranced by her right now. Because Arceus forbid, to see the cock twitching so readily, she could feel swirls forming in her eyes. Calm down! Calm down! She was always good in masking herself in the face of danger. But this was the exact opposite. And while the turn of events gave her the same rush of adrenaline like all the battles she had with any powerful trainer, she knew this battle provided a much warmer, wetter adrenaline. So with breaths baited behind pursed lips, Gloria slowly circled the tip with her thumb. He shook and whined again. Okay, good response. She wanted to look at him. To ask him. To teach her the spots where she would be his undoing. But as she sat on trembling legs, Gloria merely watched as he shut his eyes and gritted his teeth. So she moved on instinct. Moved based on the memories of porn she watched and read when she was a curious teenager. While inexperience in the field itself, at least Gloria could be proud at the fact that she was fairly good at having secret talents. The cock was warm around her hand. It felt soft, but hard under the taut skin. She never thought about it much—what with her childhood friend being a man and despite her growing feelings for this specific man under her—but once Gloria took a good look of it, she felt herself salivating. It throbbed under her grasp. Carefully, slowly she caressed it up and down. He didn’t mutter a peep, so Gloria continued the action until it expelled a flinch out of him. She then remembered something sinful. Pink lips curled a devious smirk. Though eyes shut, Bede felt anything—everything—that was happening to him. Pink nipples hardened under the cold air and sweat as he heaved harshly. He was too afraid to look at her. Too afraid to admit the fact that if he ever did while she pleasured him, he knew he would come here and now within a second heartbea—aaoh my Arceus! Wet tongue lapped off the precum off his tip. Wet tongue lapped up and down his cock, starting from the base and sensually sliding up back to the leaking tip. She knew he was now gawking at her, she didn’t dare to look. Instead she finally placed his cock into her mouth, further enticing yet another long, fragile groan that merely caused trails down her thighs. Breathe, she reminded herself. Taking a deep breath, she carefully sucked lower and lower. The tip almost brushed her tonsil, and the Champion had to choke back a gag so that she wouldn’t accidentally ruin the moment. Quickly she pulled back, just a bit, and sucked the tip once she realized it was one of the weakest spots of one of the most powerful, of the prettiest, and the cockiest gym leader in Galar. Like a desperate woman she sucked and nibbled a spot under the head. Her tongue pressed against the dripping hole. The taste felt weird on her tongue, but she didn’t hate it either. Instead she kept on sucking, lapping the bits that had her moaning once she felt his cock twitch more and more inside her hot mouth— Everything happened too fast. The first second, she had her eyes closed, had her mind focused on blowing the man’s brain out. The next, she felt strong grips on her shoulders and her body being pulled away in a blur. Third heartbeat later, “Oof!” Gloria was back on her back, eyes snapped open and mouth gasped in shock before he pierced his tongue into her. He tasted him. She tasted her. Moans and whimpers escaped each other, filled their minds and rang their ears until they couldn’t hear anything else. Chu…pop! “Fuck, Gloria…” He felt weak. Vulnerable. Submissive. He was all hers. Saliva trickled from one tongue to another as he half-heartedly pulled back. He looked at her, cherished at the sight of her. Screw his shame, but Bede was honestly glad that he acted fast before it ended too quickly. “Was it bad…?” she asked, timidly. Oh if only she knew how wrong she was. A chuckle, weak and frail, slurred behind trembling lips. “Not really… No…” He nuzzled her neck like a new-born Pokémon. Hands moved from shoulders to arms, then from arms to hands, Bede looked down at the beautiful woman. No words could describe the overflowing emotions he had for her. “It’s just—” He needed to answer, no matter how gruelling the task felt right now. “If you kept it up, I might not be able to hold back and this…ah…” Arceus, now he felt embarrassed, “might…end too fast for my liking.” Surprise flickered in a pair of crimsons. “Oh?” Shock turned to amusement. “Then…” Amusement curled to playfulness, “how do you want it to end to your liking?” Man, where did she get all this confidence from? She was on a roll for someone who was being pinned. But thoughts were out too soon when she saw burning passion in sparkling violets. “Like…” He slowly positioned himself between her legs, “this…” His cock gently poked her clit, brushed the outer lips of her wet sex. Left hand locked the fingers near the side of her head. The other traced her left leg until it curled around his back. Pink puffed his face to a pretty picture. The more Gloria looked, the more she wanted to pepper his face with kisses. But for now, what she wanted the most was his cock fucking her deep and hard. He didn’t say further, but she knew his silence was him waiting for her permission. Her other hand free from his grasp, Gloria brought it up to cupped his warm cheek. “Bede…” Her other leg joined the other side of his waist. “Please…” She gulped. Sheepish. Wanton. She placed her hand at the back of his head, carefully pulling him down until her mouth breathed near his left ear. “Fuck me…” Snap! The thread they held on for so long finally snapped into two at those two simple words. Lips worried firmly, Bede finally, shakily moved his cock into her wet cunt. At the same time, he felt like a fool for forgetting to ask on whether or not she was a virgin, but actions speak louder than words as he felt Gloria shake terribly and whisper a weak, “W-Wait…” “I’m here…” He stopped, head now popped inside. “I’ll wait…” He didn’t want to hurt her. He never wanted to hurt her. He remained still as she adjusted to his width. In and out her breaths rasped near his hot ear. Bede now felt selfish and stupid for not being able to study on the pleasures of women more. Granted, he never really expected to sleep with her anytime soon, but that shouldn’t stop him from making sure she would have a great— Wait. He was truly thankful he was quick in his mind. When Gloria shakily breathed to go further, Bede moved his left hand down south. “Ah—a-ah!” Teeth nipped his earlobe hard when she felt fingers circling her throbbing clit. “Oh fuck Bede—ah!!” Pleasure overwhelmed her whole, Gloria instinctively moved her hips upwards to meet his slow thrust. Finally she felt his tip press against her hymen. But before she could fear about the pain that might come next, she instead moaned shamelessly at the continuous upward flicks of his thumb. “I love you…” It was then that she felt pain—only for a short, sharp while that she choked out a quick, quiet scream—only to feel her whole body shake at both his caress and confession. Nails once again dug hard, this time into the hard planes of his smooth back. He waited until the pain subsided. He waited until her body was overtaken by pleasure. He heard a sniffle so close to his ear, and this truly killed Bede to think that he was the reason of her pain. “I’m sorry…” he apologized, tone laced with comfort and love. Carefully he moved so that he could see her face. Fingers brushed away the bangs. Lips pressed feather-like kisses to her forehead and cheeks. He loved her. Eyes closed tight as he peppered her with kisses. Not out of pain. Not even out of hurt. But out of uncertainty. Uncertainty to face him after hearing those three words that brought her heart unspeakable glee. He loved her! Those words lulled in her mind like an enchanting lullaby. Joy bubbled in her stomach. Bliss bloomed in her heart. Lips trembling a poorly hidden smile, Gloria once again hid her face beside his head. Confusion mixed with doubt when he realized she didn’t say a word. While he was glad she didn’t push him away, Bede was in truth wary if his confession was too early—despite the very fact that he was fucking her right now— “I love you too…” Pupil shrunk inside a sea of violet. Did he hear her wrong? Was that correct? Question after question swam inside his head, but Bede couldn’t even manage a proper sentence as all he could respond was a weak, “Ah-hah…” at the feel of her pushing further. “Please…” His whole body shivered until his knees gave out. Wrapping her arms under him and hands gripping his shoulders from the back, Gloria shamelessly begged, “Please…I need you more…deeper…” Snap, snap! Losing the last bit of his sanity, Bede thrusted deeper in a single stroke. Both gasped in shock, in pleasure. The Gym Leader wanted nothing more than to release right now, than to release inside her, but he needed to wait. He needed to be patient. But fuck, she felt so…so…good…! “Move…” She wasted no time. “Fuck—move, Bede!” A growl kept between gritted teeth, Bede took it out in a painstakingly slow manner. But before Gloria could actually bite back with her own growl, the young man snapped his hips against her in a swift motion. Slap! He pounded her again. Slap! And again. Slap, slap, squelch—slap! Over and over and over he thrusted in and out. Leaving no room for words nor sanity, Bede cupped his moans and growls into her sweaty neck. She felt so good. So good! One hand held her hip, and Bede fucked her hard and fast before she had any chance to comply. A growl finally burst out of pink lips to feel sharp, delicious pain on his back. He retaliated with a firm bite on her neck, then licked like a crazed Boltund once he felt faint blood trailing across wet tongue. She whined and moaned and screamed and gasped. Learning that she was quite verbal for someone who was usually quiet, Gloria wrapped her legs around his hips and met his frantic thrusts. Strands of white tickled her neck. Delightful pain stung her skin. She felt his cock selfishly brush her wet, aching walls. Cum started to trickle out of her soaking cunt, and Gloria merely whimpered in defeat to hear such perverted sounds of skin against skin. “Gloria-aah…” His voice chimed shakily near her ear. “I’m—close…” So was she. “In—ah!—me…” she begged. Shamelessly. Wantonly. “Please cum inside m-meee…!” Eyes squeezed shot as once again pure white burst from within. Nails scraped down and down his bruised back. Legs locked tightly as if her life depended on it, Gloria drew out a long, long, amorous moan as she rode her lovely high. To feel her walls squeeze desperately around his cock. To feel her moans tickle hotly against his ear. To feel her nails dig rougher and rougher until he was so damn sure blood trickled out. Bede had finally reached it limit. Without a thought, he came inside her. Hot white shot out into her womb, spurting and spurting as Bede continued to rock into her like a Salandit in heat. His movements lost its pace, so as he slowed down, the Gym Leader gave one last treat and teased her overwhelmed clit. “Nooo…ah…” Like a soulless creature, she denied. She flinched and twitched until her hips snapped one last time. Until finally, finally, her vision blurred from the wonderful orgasms. The last of his load filled deep within her, Bede finally pulled out. The faint pop brought out a whine from her. Her cunt gaped in greed. Her clit twitched and numbed from continual pleasure. Her throat ached from the countless moaning, but Gloria still managed a squeak when she felt his cock playfully nudge her clit. “Stooop…” Like a child she whined. Though night and lust briefly corrupted her vision, she could perfectly hear such a cheeky laugh. Weakly he rolled to the side. Sweat and cum filled the atmosphere of the tent, yet neither of them feel disgusted. Fatigue finally catching up to the Gym Leader, he selfishly pulled her into his embrace. “Mmph…” she mumbled, lips pressed against his collarbone. Silence now filled the air. Panting turned to breathing. Heartbeat slowly took its time to reach an acceptable pace. She knew he was embarrassed after the whole ordeal. And so was she. But she felt right. Oh so right. And despite not saying anything, she knew he felt the same way too. Smiling gingerly, Gloria nuzzled into his neck and breathed in his neck. He shivered at the action, and this only caused his embrace to tighten around her. Giggles bubbled out of comfortably bruised lips. But before she could blow a joke or two to lighten the awkwardness, she could feel her eyelids growing heavier and heavier. Finally, as the moonlight shone brilliantly through the clothed window of the tent, slumber took hold.

#Rival Bede #Trainer Gloria #Bederia #Dressedinpinkshipping #Pokemon #NSFW #lads!!! i present you!!! SIN #i am FEEDING myself!!#and anyone who is interested kjgbjkfdf #Unplanned Confessions

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(Bederia) Unplanned Confessions 1

This was absolutely ridiculous. Unheard of. Unbelievable. Utterly unthinkable. And yet here he was. Standing in the middle of Lake of Outrage. Watching in baffled daze as the women a few steps away worked and moved her way to the set up her—their—camp. Well, to be precise, she was technically setting up her camp. His own tent was still tucked inside his backpack while hers had been neatly arranged and formed in one of the open fields. All 6 of her Pokémon were out from the moment he arrived, all either hopping or running or even sparring with one another like a bunch of baby Pokémon. Dangerous baby Pokémon, he corrected as he spotted the fearsome Hydreigon spouting Dragon Rage at an enthusiastic Cinderace. “Bede!” Her name was a bell that cleared away the clouds in his mind. Violet eyes were lost in a sea of crimson that shined between a pair of glasses. Quickly he regained his senses. Though years of rivalry and friendship enabled them to get comfortable with each other, the Gym Leader still felt on guard when it comes to her and her specifically. Well, both her and that unruly best friend of hers. But Bede knew Gloria’s case was a much more…delicate matters of the heart.

Ugh. Slowly sucking in a breath, he walked towards her. At every step, he could feel the excitement of his Pokémon from inside their balls. It seems that he wasn’t the only one who formed such a friendship with the Champion. “Gloria.” He stopped in front of her. His height hovered tall and proud before her, but not once did Gloria ever feel threatened by his presence. What he found as offensive before, now he thought of it as sheer relief. Crimson eyes looked up at the Fairy-specialist. “I’m so glad you could make it!” Excitement bubbled all too obviously, yet Gloria toned down her glee in fear that she might make a fool of herself. Merely flashing a smile next, the young woman continued to focus on her camp. Why was he here? Right, he grumbled inwardly, you know damn why, you stupid mind. --- It was a few days back. They had their daily spars with the other gym leaders. Gloria as usual stomped each match despite using the exact same team she had been using since the first day she was crowned Champion. Many leaders thought they had the upper-hand for learning and studying her battle tactics and her Pokémon’s battle techniques. But no matter the research, the outcome would always vary with the only thing being the same is her victory. But what he thought was a normal day immediately burned to the ground when he bumped into her in the prep room. She was sweaty and hot—figuratively—when he saw her. The Champion outfit stuck close to her body, absolutely complimenting every curve and taut muscle a 20-year old would achieve from rigorous trainings. The dark hair was in slight disarray, still short as she liked it, and Gloria heaved a heavy sigh as she raked through the black strands backwards. Bede felt pathetic to feel breathless on the spot. Once their eyes met, he remembered flinching. He also remembered her asking how his day was. His answer was curt, simple. Though challenging, his eye contact was sorely focused on her mesmerizing irises rather than the supple curve of her breasts. How demeaning, he chastised himself, for ogling at her body like some sick freak. It was then that remembered saying something that sounded like a dumfounded, “Yes?” And this caused Gloria to chime in both nerves and excitement when she continued with, “Great! I’ll see you there!” --- And now…here he was. He was an idiot. A fucking idiot. Opal would never forgive him for raising such a dumb, idiotic pervert. Stop! He shook his head. He was not dumb! He was not an idiot! And he definitely was not a pervert! Bede knew better than to treat humans like tools or trash. As bitter as he was when he was a teenager, at least the Gym Leader was thankful to have some morals embedded into him. And yet… The memory of her body sent shivers down his spine. “Bede! Come on! I need help!” “Arceus save me…” He really needed to make it up and apologized to Gloria somehow without offending her in the process. --- He was here! He was here! She couldn’t believe he accepted her invitation! Granted, it was a long shot. Gloria was more than ready to suck it up and wallow in Lake of Outrage if she ever got rejected. She was at lost on how to make it subtle and obvious about her feelings for him. Tea time? They always had that twice every month. Sparring sessions? Had that nearly every week. Gym Battle season? Arceus forbids if she ever had time for herself at all. Ever since he took the official status as Ballonlea’s gym leader 3 years back, Gloria was a bit…iffy that she couldn’t spend time with him other than battling or Pokémon context. The last time they ever had time alone together was when they celebrated his victory for holding the mantle as the 8th and final gym leader last year. He was getting stronger. And prettier. And it sucked that their raging popularity disabled them from having a normal outing whatsoever that involved them and only them. It was easy hanging out with Hop since the young man now studied and worked in Wedgehurst. Hell, it was even easier hanging out with Marnie since the woman lived in the growingly popular Spikemouth. Despite the fact that Bede lived in peaceful Ballonlea, only an idiot would just rush to his front door and blatantly go, “Hey! I like you! Wanna hang out and do nothing since I feel comfortable around you?” She was a moron. A lucky moron, though. Building up all the courage she collected since last week, Gloria finally blurted out her camping plans this weekend and finally—with a rapid heartbeat—asked him if he would like to join her little camping trip. Alone. With her. Now that she thought about it, anyone would take it as a joke, especially from the snarkiest person in Galar. Never thought he would accept it, much to her pleasant surprise. Now here she was, crouching in front of a bunch of stacked logs, staring at the wood like a dumb Wobbuffet. What do I do? What do I do? Clearly, she didn’t think this through. She may have had two days to prepare herself, physically and mentally, but overestimation clearly played her hard when the target of her affection actually showed up. Bulk up, Gloria! She scolded herself, palms giving a few slaps before mouth huffing out air. “Okay.” She talked to herself. To the logs. “I can do this. Just…hang out. Talk to him. Have a nice camping trip with him and hopefully…hopefully…” A gulp slid down her throat. “I can get a chance to confess to him.” --- Easier said than done. Luckily, they were so used to each other’s silence that he managed to prop up his tent with ease. The noises from their Pokémon were quite helpful too. The moment Bede released his team, Gloria’s Pokémon greeted them with such loud—very loud—exuberance. Her Cinderace started hopping and bouncing in glee in front of his Hatterene, seconds before Gloria’s own Hatterene butted in and snarled in what he assumed was jealousy at his own surprised starter. His Mawile could be seen playing tag with his Sylveon and Gloria’s Corviknight and Hydreigon. A Toxtricity—Gaara, he remembered her calling him—was seen talking to his Gardevoir who looked like she actually enjoyed his company. Violet eyes turned to the very Champion, now accompanied by her Runerigus who was stirring whatever was in the boiling pot. A smile unwarily curled the corners of his mouth. If he didn’t know any better, it looked as if he was a husband fawning over his wife and lively child— Stop. Immediately and quickly he shook his head, which he then groaned in regret at the sudden dizziness that he conjured up by accident. --- “Hey Gloria.” She looked to his side, head tilted slightly to match his height. “Yeah?” Swallowing once, she took another bite of her apple curry. The two sat on the grassy field, observing the very wonderful view of Hammerlocke. The edge of Lake of Outrage was dangerously high. One wrong step and it could be the end for any human or Pokémon. While the two trainers knew there was a huge ocean that blanketed underneath the cliff, none wouldn’t dare to try out the theory on whether or not anyone could survive from such a scary impact. Besides that, the view was spectacular, though. “I’ve been meaning to ask.” Gulp! Oh shoot, here comes her nervousness. But alas, a sigh of relief silently peeped between pursed lips when he continued, “Why did you choose to camp out at Lake of Outrage?” “Oh?” She swallowed again. Phew… “Well, for starters, I really like the view. Hammerlocke at night is so breath-taking at night.” She was thankful to have found out that little information by accident during one of her campouts. He chuckled. “You said ‘at night’ twice.” Pink dusted her cheeks. “Well, you know what I mean!” Lower lip jutted at the little tease. Pushing her glasses properly back to the bridge of her nose, Gloria harrumphed lightly and continued her meal. Cute. Unbeknownst to her, her actions right now was a strike to his heart. Calm down, me! “True.” He shrugged once, then tore his gaze away—hesitantly—to bask on the view before them. “But isn’t this place crawling with powerful Pokémon? I’m not judging your team’s strength or anything. But it seems like hardly a place for any trainer to think, ‘Hey, what a great place to camp out and hopefully not get mauled by a wild Pokémon!’” He peeked once he heard a grunt. “I’m still alive, aren’t I?” She jutted her tongue—by Arceus, she was killing him—and brushed away the bangs that hovered across her forehead. “Besides—” ‘Woohoo! I got another one!’ ‘No fair! Best two outta three!’ The Gym Leader jumped at the Pokémon’s exuberant cheer, while Gloria herself only giggled in amusement. Quickly they turned around, only to see a happy Cinderace hopping above a pile of fainted wild Pangoros and Skuntanks. What the ever-loving hell? Bede remained in stupor when he saw the Champion’s Toxtricity crossing his arms in distaste—all the while standing in front of a pile of fainted wild Grimmsnarls and Pangoros himself. Ah. Like an idiot he stared, merely gaped even as the two chaotic Pokémon spread out back in the field for their little game. Looks like his question was answered. --- “Thank you so much for bringing the desserts!” Cheeks warmed in pink at the succulent taste on her tongue. “Please tell Ms Opal that they’re divine!” She could still taste the cream in her mouth. It was a pity that there weren’t any left, but Gloria was more than happy to see her team enjoying the treats just the same. Hell, she even had to break the fight between Starlight and Gaara for the last cupcake. It was a shame that Ares beat them to it. Oh well, the Cinderace asked for it as he ended up being chased by both Hatterene and Toxtricity. Pride swelled up to hear endless compliments from the woman. In truth, he actually baked all the cupcakes. While it was true that the desserts were Ms Opal’s recipe, he did most of the shopping and baking in order to impress her. How could he ever forget Ms Opal’s knowing smirk as he said he wanted to bake the treats for their campout. Arceus, if the oven ran out of heat to burn the cupcakes at that time, Bede knew the blush in his face would be enough to suffice. Would he tell her that he baked them? No. As much as he craved for her compliments to rain down upon him, Bede figured it would be nice to let Ms Opal get the spotlight. He knew the old woman would spill the beans anyways when Gloria paid her next visit to Ballonlea. “I’ll tell her that.” For now, the sight of her smile was sweet enough. --- Night time finally blanketed the sky above. True to her word, Hammerlocke truly provided such a breath-taking view once the sun was out. Thankfully, it didn’t rain. The moon was a crescent gleam tonight, so this allowed the stars to shine and sparkle their magnificence for the world to see. “Man…” When he was a teenager, Bede was never one to look up at the stars. He was so used to looking down. To looking at his own feet. And when he did look up, the poor boy only saw broken rooftops or monstrously tall buildings. He was never one to admire nature. It was only that he lived in Ballonlea that Bede sometimes cherished the peaceful moments under the soft, soothing glow of the mystical town. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” Violet eyes turned to the lady next to him. The hair was in its usual disarray, despite having it combed backwards many times after her bath in the lake. The pyjama she wore was…cute and elegant to say the least. Red and black never strayed as her choice of fashion. A splash of red here and a swirl of black there made the attire to look somewhat…passionate. If not for the fact that a cute Cinderace icon was stitched on its back, Bede would definitely find her alluring. … ……… Okay. He lied. She’s alluring still even in those damn Cinderace jammies. Her eyes never strayed from the blanket of beauty. The glasses shined faintly under the lovely glow. It only intensified the colour of red iris. It only allowed him to be enraptured by such fiery elegance. “Yeah…” he mumbled softly. “Beautiful…” Before she could look at him and ask about anything else, Bede quickly brought his gaze back to the stars. --- “Well,” She stretched, “it’s getting way dark. I think it’s high-time we call it a night.” Palms pressed together and placed under her chin, Gloria looked at the silent man. Bede talked a lot during their conversation—which was expected—but to obtain silence now was a bit…unnerving. Was this how people felt every time she remained silent at a certain topic? None said a word next, for eyes moved to the tents that were positioned side by side. The gap between the tents and the cliffs were many steps apart, but honestly, that wasn’t the distance that Gloria felt nervous about right now. Violet met crimson. Pink and red dusted and swirled so adorably. “Yeah…” He needed to be convincing. “Yeah!” That’s better. He thought. Taking a sharp breath, he looked at the short Champion. “I’ll see you later in the morning.” A mask of indifference was worn nicely on his face. He saw the hesitance, the unknown emotion that flickered in her eyes. If he was selfish, just selfish enough, Bede would think that those eyes meant— He shook his head. “Goodnight, Gloria.” His body felt warm. His fists clenched behind his face. A weak smile pulled her lips. “Goodnight, Bede—” ‘GLORIA, WATCH OUT!’ Just when they were lost in their melancholic moment, it burst just like a balloon when they heard the loud chirp. Before any of them could react, a raging ball of fire zipped right between them. Right into Bede’s tent. Right towards the edge of the cliff. BOOM!!! An explosion actually made both jump from shock. Pupils shot to tiny dots. Heartbeats formed a maniacal pace. Everything happened too fast. Very fast. Both adults remained in pure stupefaction in their place. One had their baffled gaze at the Cinderace who was now cowardly hiding behind Hilda. One had a face of sheer, utter, bewilderment at the lack of tent and sprinkles of ashes. “M-My…” Jaw dropped so low he could attract Ninjasks. “M-My…My…” Fury now fuelled within the Champion, along with shame and regret that were quickly switched as she looked at Bede and her starter. “ARES!” She wasn’t one to raise her voice. If anything, people could say Gloria was ‘The Divine Champion’ for radiating an air of passion and grace. Not tonight, though. Ares merely tugged his ears downwards and crouched behind the sighing Corviknight once he heard a very fuming, very piercing, “What. Did. You. DO!” --- She wanted to jump off a cliff. The cliff was there, so the option was really whether she was ready to throw herself without risking being saved and scolded by her entire team. For something that had transpired in an hour, Gloria felt like it was a long, long, long, night. Finally, after constant apologies from her and her starter, Bede finally forgave Ares—Just Ares. He figured Gloria had no fault in this except maybe the damn Scorbunny as her starter. She felt absolutely guilty, and she would feel even worse if she knew Bede was sleeping outside in the cold. So of course the next option was to offer him his tent while she slept outside. Which he of course rejected because what kind of bastard would he be to let a woman sleep outside? Finally, after an emotional brainstorming, the both decided to sleep in her tent. Together. Alone. Together. Alone. Gulp! It seems the heat in her stomach wouldn’t disappear anytime soon. Her back faced his the moment she lay down. And she knew his back was facing hers as well as he looked at the other side. Was he asleep? She didn’t know. Was she asleep? Of course not! Her mind was a Tangela of messes. Both arms curled and pressed against her chest, between her breasts. Breathing was in and out, calmly, forcefully. Another gulp slid down for Arceus knows how many times tonight. She felt nervous. She felt guilty. She felt…oh damn she did not want to admit the other thing she was feeling right now. “Sorry…” The word slipped out before she could stop himself. She felt him fidget, and she didn’t dare to turn around. --- While she battled her emotions, he had a battle of his own. Here he was, lying in the same tent as her. Lying down next to her. Although Bede firmly declined and rejected her very offer to sleep in the same tent together, he would only lie to himself if it wasn’t…absolutely thrilled to share the same room as her. “Please!” She convinced, palm roughly pressed against each other as she pleaded. “I promise it won’t be weird! I promise I’ll payback the tent that Ares burned down!” He was fine with the latter. He just wasn’t…entirely fine with the former. He was sure she wouldn’t be the reason for them being weird in a tent together. But alas, she managed to convince him. It wasn’t much of a discussion anyways. As much as Bede tried to be sane about the subject, he was anything but when it comes to her. And now, here he was, wide awake at the thought of his rival and long-time target of affection sleeping right next to him. So close. So quiet. Should he say something? He’s supposed to be asleep. Should he wait for her to say something? She was already asleep— “Sorry…” Well, guessed not. His head tilted slightly, body still remained on his left side. He peeked as Gloria moved in her place, showing signs of guilt and nervousness. A sigh slipped out. “Don’t be.” He looked at the clothed wall of the tent. Arms crossed tightly against his chest. Uncomfortable as he may be, Bede was too afraid to unfold himself just in case he suddenly felt…twitchy. Silence lulled inside the tent for a few minutes. “Still…” She was at lost. “And…thank you. A lot.” Air held back behind pursed lips, Gloria slowly turned around. “Not just for forgiving Ares and me. But for today.” Hands still cupped closely to her chest. Seeing that he wasn’t about to turn anytime soon—much to her dismay—Gloria finally faced him. “I’m happy that you decided to have camp with me. I’m happy that you brought desserts and talked to about so many things. Honestly I—” She stopped. Hesitant. He merely listened in nervous anticipation. Crimson eyes that were free from glasses now stared at the tall man lying before her. “Bede…” Her voice sent shivers on his skin. Her warmth seeped right into his body. She noticed. Dup-dap, dup-dap! The beat of one’s heart echoed in the tent. Was it hers? Was it his? “Bede…” She tried again, lips quivered as she let out a shaky sigh. “Why…Why did you agree to camp out here with me today?” It was a silly question. A childish one. One needn’t a valid reason to agree to her campout. He simply wanted to hang out with her. He simply wanted to catch up and talk about random stuff with her. He simply wanted to unwind from the public and get some fresh air, and she was an excuse for it. He wanted to say all of them. Any of them. Instead, he opted for the truth. “I…” Eyes squinted shut, Bede released a sigh he didn’t know he held back. Arms tightened across his chest, he finally flipped and turned to face her. Only mistake here was: neither anticipated the close distance. They were a short breath away. The tip of her nose almost his own. Crimson eyes met a pair of dazzling violets. Both were at lost for words. Both mirrored each other by the shade of red on their faces. Their hands were close to each other’s respective chests. None moved a muscle. None said a word. Her eyes then gleamed the emotion he wouldn’t dare to guess hours ago. The unspeakable emotion was back in her eyes. Hotter. Clearer. Drawing him breathless. “I care you,” was all he responded, mouth then gaped at the foolish sentence he had ever muttered. Heat burned straight to the tips of his ears. Having almost a clear mind to just bolt out of the tent and never to see her again, Bede instead froze in his place once he felt her palm, so warm and loving, on his left cheek. Her smile became the answer to his doubts.

#Rival Bede #Trainer Gloria #Bederia #Dressedinpinkshipping #Pokemon #hi ive been writing this mini series since 8 am #its gonna be 11 pm soon #i cant feel my arms #Unplanned Confessions

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Ecstatic Requiem 3

For a place so bright, Hibiki is sure seeing stars. “Ugh…” The throbbing in his head doesn’t seem to stop. One hand rests on the side of his temple. Another groan slips weakly through quivered lips. “What happened…?” Grey eyes blink once and twice to register his surroundings. Bright light seems to tamper with his sight, but the man soon realizes that it is no longer the light from something mysterious; rather, it is the light from the sun. “What?” Stupor still clutches his rationality. Slowly he sits up, though utterly thankful that the dizziness is dissipating. “Hibiki!” His shoulders jump at the voice, which then emits another low groan from the young apprentice. “Kotone…?” Left and right he slowly shakes his head, then finally turns to the owner of the voice. Though bafflement falls heavy on his head, Hibiki is beyond relieved to see his friend by his side. “Are…Are you okay?” She looks better than him, and it would be no surprise that she is. “Yeah…” A small smile paints her face as reassurance. “I’m not dizzy anymore.” Left and right she looks around. “And…I don’t think we’re dead.”

White teeth clench unnervingly. “Right…” Upon seeing her stand up, Hibiki follows suit. “Where are we?” Once ensuring that his head is clear of any ache, he looks around. True enough, the sun is shining. No tall trees or thick thickets can be seen. A field of green grass is spotted a few feet where they’re standing, but other than that, it takes them less than a few seconds to realize they were no longer in Ilex Forest. “I don’t…” She stops. Deeps breaths are taken, in and out as she tries to recollect her nerves. “It…seems like we’ve been transported.” “Somewhere?” “Somewhen.” Grey eyes widen at her blunt response. “Some—what?” Shock is splashed all over his face. “What do you mean somewhen?” Confusion and panic stir inside his heart, but Hibiki remains as calm as he can since the area they are in technically doesn’t feel alarming. Kotone doesn’t reply immediately. She looks left and right. “Kotone.” The stern, albeit fearful tone, brings her attention to him. “Hey, do you remember a legendary Pokémon called Celebi?” Shock turns to surprise at the sudden question. Hazel eyes seem focused and intense. “Uh…yeah?” One finger taps his chin in wonderment. “That’s the Ilex Forest’s guardian. She protects the forest and the Pokémon inside it.” Hibiki has never seen the legendary before. But from pictures and stories alone that the man knows the Pokémon is powerful just as she is beautiful.” “Did you know that she has the power to travel through time too?” Another question catches him off guard. “Uh…” Now that he thinks about it, it does makes sense why the legendary is called the ‘Time Travel Pokémon’. “The documents do say about her abilities.” Two and two click together. Eyes widen at the connections. “Wait, you’re telling me Celebi did this?” One finger points from him to her to him again. “She made us go through some time-travel?” It is a wonder as to how calm she looks. “I saw something before we were basically blind for a few minutes.” Palms pressed together, she brings them to her pursed lips. “I even heard some chirps that sounded a lot like Celebi.” A deep breath is taken, then exhaled in a slow manner. “So unless this is all some weird dream, I assume it was Celebi who caused the bright light and brought us somewhere in time.” The explanation was easy to understand, but that doesn’t Hibiki from being frozen in stupor. “So…” He believes her. He actually does. It’s just the time to digest the information took longer than expected. “If Celebi was the cause of all this, when are we?” Again he looks around. Once common sense is lodged back inside his brain, the man realizes some familiar spots he once has seen in his adventures when he was a kid. “Why are we here?” “FATHER!” Before Kotone could reply, they both jump at the sharp sound of a voice. And for the Johto Champion, most of all, prickles run up to the skin of her arms once she recognizes that voice oh so well. “It can’t be…” Her head turns to the side, body then follows suit as she spins around. Without hesitance, her feet brings him to the owner of the voice. Boy, was Kotone giving him all kinds of surprises in a span of an hour. “H-Hey wait up!” Not giving a chance to wait for a reply, Hibiki runs after her. Thankfully, she didn’t run far. During times like these, Hibiki is beyond glad that he keeps a little training regime during his field studies. “Kotoneeee…” A long whine slurs childishly. Annoyance bubbles from within. “What’s gotten into you—?” “Shh.” She quickly shushes him up. Eyes never focused on the man behind her, Kotone mindlessly waves one hand behind until she feels what she assumes is his wrist. “Stand down…!” Fingers nimble and quick, she pulls him to his knees. “Whoah!” One hand presses hard against the hard tar. “What’s wrong?” Annoyance now melted to concern, he looks at her. But his gaze was never returned, for her attention is solely, absolutely fixed at whatever is on the other side of the bush. “Kotone…” “Look…” Her voice in hushed whispers, Hibiki finally, carefully pushed away a few thin branches to see what is on the other side. And when he does, small gasps are forced out of him to see somewhere oh so familiar. --- This can’t be happening. “You t-old me…” Voice cracks. “You were…” Breathing hitches. “You were the number one in the w-world…!” Mouth remains agape. Heartbeat pummels all too violent. “In the world!” Like a fool he repeats, tone very much betrays the very mask he wears all too often. “Are you gonna quit?” A mixture of growl and laughter chokes out in a form of a desperate question. The young boy stands before the still man. His back is still facing him, still taunting him of the answers he so desperately wishes to deny. This can’t be happening. His whole body is shaking. His own breathing is seething. Vision are tainted by clear tears, but the boy fights them back. The foolish man does not deserve to see his pain. The foolish man does not deserve to see his anguish. The foolish man does not deserve to see the damage he has gravely caused. Strong. He needs to be strong. “What—” His voice is a traitor. “What are you going to do now?” Fingers clench into tiny fists. Dull nails dig deep into the dry skin of his palms. The whole world seems to shake below him. But he needs to stand strong. He needs to stands still. The man remains silent. Speak… Thoughts plague what words cannot be spoken. S-speak—speak! Finally, the man turns around. Cold. Calculative. Stern. Void of the love the child desperately, secretly craves. The man takes a single breath. “One must acknowledge one’s defeat before he can move on.” His words are laced with indifference, dripped with apathy. Grey eyes stare at the son who is shaking violently. Unruly red hair shields some parts of his face, but he can perfectly see the rage that burns violently inside a pair of crimson eyes. There is no love. No care. No tell-tale signs that resemble the wife he misses so much. Guilt choke around his neck. Fingers dug deep into the skin of his palms. Yet he remains uninterested, apathetic. “I must go solo…for now…” Grey eyes tear away from the child. There is no point in reasoning with him. There is no point in giving back the love and attention that died along in the explosion. No. He must not grieve. He must move on. Live on. Even when his most beloved didn’t agree on his choice of living, even when his own flesh and blood denies his very form of existence, the man must walk forward to carve a better path—for him. For Team Rocket. “So that one day—” A new form of spirit rise within him. Roaring hotter. Bigger. “—I will form a stronger organization!” No longer does he see the son before him. All he sees now is a newly-formed team. A stronger team. A team that will help him realize a future where he stands above all. The child is flabbergasted. Still shaking. Still seething. This can’t be happening! “What aspect of you was number one?” Laughter trickles along with the jeering question. Tears now trickle down his face, but anger completely envelopes the child to realize his moment of weakness. “Gathering so many only to be defeated by a mere child?” Stomp! One foot stomps the ground. “A mere fucking child?!” Stomp, stomp, stomp! The man merely watches the boy throw a childish tantrum. His gaze is cold, unforgiving. “Putting together the potential of many is how you produce a huge power…” One hand slips out of his pockets. Sweat shines upon the rays of brilliant sunlight, yet he can still feel the chill of his beating heart. “That’s what an organization is…” He can never forgive himself. He can never forgive the monster. All he can do is move forward. Fingers tighten to a harder fist. “That’s the strength of an organization!” Anger lurches from the pits of his stomach. Memories he so disgustingly hates start rolling in his mind. “I failed…” —to protect her— “to make the best use of my subordinate’s potential…!” —to love you— All he can do is start anew—even if it means abandoning his past. Finally, grey eyes sharpen at the sight of widened crimsons. “But you shall witness one day the revival of me and my Team Rocket!” The roaring fire within him grows brighter and hotter, swallowing his dead heart whole. As the man relishes at the birth of his new resolution, the child he has left for dead merely gapes at him like a stricken fool. Potential… Organization… Team Rocket… It makes him sick. “Y-You…” Anger lurches his throat until he feels literally sick. “You…” He wants to throw up. He wants to belch here and now if it isn’t for the fact that fury completely fuels his entire being. With breathing hitched sharply through gritted teeth, he stomps one step, two steps forward. “I don’t—understand you!” A scream cracks his tone into two. “You don’t make any sense!” He tries to raises his hands. He tries to grip at the old man’s jacket. Anything. Anything as long as it means he is looking at him. He never does. Without a word, the man turns around. He hears the strained gasp. He hears the choked tears. It hurts. But he must move on. “One day you will understand…” And with that, he leaves. If heartbreak was a physical disease, the child would have died right now. No… Mouth falls agape, wide and open. N-No…No… Lips are dry and chapped. Eyes are red and strained. How dare—no—! The child merely stands there, shaking, trembling. Knees almost give away. Shoulders slump heavily as if boulders had been placed on each of them. The man is walking farther and farther away. Not once did he look back. Not once did he care about him. Snap! Whether it was the mind or the heart, he doesn’t know. He doesn’t care. “I don’t want to understand you!!” A shriek finally echoes amidst the bright sky. “I’ll never…” His voice strained from the ache, from the pain. “I’ll never become someone like you.” Gaze is thrown left and right and up and down. Dull nails scrape at his jacket, scratch harshly at the skin of his burning neck. “A c-coward…” He laughs, cracks a mirthless laugh at the despair that pours upon him. “A coward when you’re alone and acting like a tyrant when you’re in front of other COWARDS!” Both hands now press around his neck. He can’t breathe. He can’t think. Reality crashes hard against him. Hopes and dreams turn to soot that fill his lungs until he can’t breathe properly. He has lost his mother. He has lost his father. He has lost everything. And there’s nothing he can do. Nothing. He laughs again. Nothing. And again. Under the bright blue sky that promises a wonderful day, a lone child cracks a cackle that seethes of nothing but agony and hatred. A scream then burst out of a dry throat. “I WILL BECOME STRONG!” Mania widen a pair of crimsons. “I WILL BECOME A STRONGER MAN ALL BY MYSELF!” That’s it. He has no one. He relies on no one. If the foolish bastard he once called father needed some weak people to stand where he is, then the child will prove to him that he can rule anything with just him. And him alone. The man is nothing. He will be everything. Laughter and choked tears corrupt the poor boy. Fingers madly tugging the red strands of unruly hair, Silver slams one foot hard to the ground and shrieks, “ALL BY MYSEEEELF!!!” --- As the scene unfolds before them, every kind of emotion riles up in the two. Shock. Anger. Sorrow. Sympathy. Everything boils down to create a shivering mess that can barely be kept together. “Wow…” is all Hibiki can muster. From the moment he looked, his gaze never tore away from such a heart-breaking moment. “I can’t believe Silver went through all that…” Truly, the young man doesn’t know Silver all too well. He just knows that he was Kotone’s rival, and the man who stole the Totodile when he was a boy. All that, and also that Silver is a cocky bastard at worst. But this… “What should we do, Koto—what wait!” Concerns burst into shock once he realizes Kotone has stood up and walked past the bushes—walked towards Silver. --- He hates this. He hates this. He hates this. Why is this happening to him? Why? Why, why, why? What did he ever do to deserve such a cruel punishment? Laughter has finally seized, yet tears still mock him. Berating and mocking himself for wanting to fall to the ground, Silver instead quickly spins his heel and walks off. At least, that was what he was about to. Instead he bumps into someone, a woman he soon realizes. “What the—” The blurry vision and disoriented mind almost make him see stars. “Out of my way!” Neither a care in the world at who she is, Silver shoves the stunned lady with all his strength. The mysterious woman trips to the side, and Silver takes this opportunity to run. “Wait!” He feels something around his wrist. His head whips in stupor to see the lady’s hand holding him. Let go! He wants to be alone. Fucking let go! He wants to wallow in despair. Alone. Not bothering to look at her for more than a second, Silver shakes and wiggles his hand away from her. Anger still boils in his heart, fuelling the strength he so desperately needs. “Please don’t go…” Crack! A gasp weakly blurts out from such a soft tone. “Let go…” He whimpers harshly. “I said let go, you bi—” “You are strong.” Crack, crack! Silence hollows out as the sounds of his broken heart breaks anew. He no longer struggles, yet his head drops low to the ground. It hurts her heart, but Kotone takes this chance. “You’re stronger than you know.” In truth, she is at lost at what to say. Her body reacted out of pure instinct. Her emotions took hold of what her mind failed. To see such a young child being ignored and ridiculed… To see such a lone child begging for love from a man who has no love to give… Kotone couldn’t bear it anymore. She has to do something. Anything! “You’ll grow up to be amazing.” Her grip on him loosen. “You’ll grow up and you’ll surpass him. You don’t need him to prove to anyone that you’re strong.” His head is still down. Red strands cascade and hide the emotions he is too afraid to show. “You’re amazing… You can go on with life without him.” You can go on with life with someone better… Hazel eyes observe the poor child before him. She realizes that his wrist is bony, that his whole body seem frail. Oh how her heart shatters at such a sight. While she knows the boy in front of him will grow up to be a happier, healthier man, no image could shake off the sympathy and anguish she feels for her former rival. “I…” His name almost slips out, but Kotone sucks it back with a single breath. “I believe in you.” I always have. Always will. “You will be stronger. Better.” And I’ll support you. No matter what. Slowly she lets go of him. The arm drops weakly by his side. It hurts. “Please…don’t give up…” While she comforts the broken child, Kotone hasn’t realized that her body is slowly disappearing. Pain was never present, so it took the realization that her fingers had turned transparent that made her realize she is about to be transported back to the present. He still doesn’t turn around. It really hurts. “I know you’ll be the best trainer ever! No matter what!” Panic rises as she digs up words of comfort. “Know that I’ll always support you! Know that, no matter what, I’ll always be with you!” Her hips and legs have now turned to nothing. Her ghostly arm reaches out to him one last time. “Please…” Her voice echoes. “Please…don’t give up…” Fingers disappear before one could even brush his jacket. “Silver…” And with that, she disappears. But before she could finally be shrouded into nothingness, Kotone finally, finally, sees a pair of horrified crimsons. --- Once they are back in their own time, heavy silence fills the air. They know it wasn’t a dream. It feels too real. It is too real. The two remain quiet, trying to register the entirety of it all. It has been a good few minutes, and all that can be heard are a hard, laboured breathing. All Kotone can see was him. Small. Broken. Alone. The ache in her chest reminds her that it wasn’t a dream. Silver… Despite the stories he told her, the agony they both went through, nothing could prepare her the sight of a child losing everything before his very eyes. Anger sparked her heart at the memory of what Giovanni had done to him. Although she had only met him once and beat him in battle, Kotone wishes she could go back in time again just so she could punch him in the face. Granted, the bastard is dead in this time, but still. She exhales through her mouth. One hand rests where he heart frantically beats. In and out she calms her breathing. She is back in her time. She is back with her beloved Silver. Although she knows she was gone probably in less than an hour, Kotone now wants nothing more than to fly off to Indigo League and give her husband a big hug, Pokémon battle be damned. “Hey, you okay?” The sound of her friend’s concern brings her back to her senses. “Yeah…” A smile, small and sad, curves her mouth. “I’m…I’m fine.” She will be fine. Silver is fine. Returning her knowing smile with his own, Hibiki lets out a sigh. “Man, that was really something.” Grey eyes stare at the shrine behind them. “I don’t know what Celebi was thinking, but I’m just glad we’re back in our time.” “Maybe she wanted to show us that to help Silver.” Kotone calmly explains, sorrows drips her tone at the bitter memory. “Maybe she wanted to show you,” he corrects, “I was just there coincidentally.” Feeling as if he had ran a marathon, Hibiki whips out his Pokégear. “Well, I’m all time-travelled out. I’d say we call it a night and head back home.” His thumb unlocks the communication device, ready to call a Pidgeot Grab to fly to Goldenrod. Kotone only nods once, feeling fatigue rushing over her body. “Yeah…” She considers calling a taxi of her own too, but then opts to just share the ride with him since they were both going in the same direction— “Huh.” The single sound snatches her attention. “What?” Kotone stares at him, a single eyebrow raised. Hibiki doesn’t answer immediately. Up and down he flicked through the Pokégear screen. “That’s…odd.” He can’t find the Pidgeot Grab application. What’s more, he can’t find the other transportation applications on his phone. “Hey, Kotone, can you try checking if you have….the…” Words fail him when he sees the signal on his phone. There is a small letter on the top right. A single eyebrow raised. Once he pressed the signal bar however, grey eyes then widen in sheer horror. Realizing that he’s not going to continue his sentence anytime soon, Kotone walks closer towards him. “Hibiki?” Hazel eyes looks at him in confusion. “Hey, you okay?” His mouth agapes widely. His breath hitches inside his throat. Confusion now turn to concern, Kotone follows the trail of his sight. And when she does, her own eyes widen in pure, unbridled shock. A big, red ‘R’ logo shines menacingly on the phone screen.

#Rival Silver #Trainer Lyra #Soulsilvershipping #Pokemon #Pokemon HGSS #silver #kotone #hibiki #giovanni #2 updates in one day??? its more likely than u think #hhhh MAN i actually enjoyed writing this!!!#cant wait to write more pain!!!#ecstatic requiem

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Ecstatic Requiem 2

Cold wind welcomes her presence through the calming, serene caress on her skin. Her head holds up high, chin tilts upwards before a single breath of air is inhale slowly. Hands carefully pressed against the Charizard’s back, Kotone adjusts her position and exhales through her mouth. “What a great day, Charlie!” Her smile beams like a thousand suns. Hazel eyes peek at the purring Kanto fire starter. Slim fingers give little scratches on the places she knows the Pokémon loves, and this only widens her smile once she hears a gentle roar. Beep! Beep! Her attention is then robbed by the sound of her Pokégear. One hand digs into the pocket of her black pants. Upon taking the device out, Kotone feels the Butterfrees in her stomach to see the name on the screen. With a simple swipe of her thumb, she opened the message. Skitty <3: honey, r u done w the boring meetings and stuff? Her hearts skips faster at two things. One: the sole fact that he typed ‘honey’, and two: him.

Quickly fingers start to reply his text. Me: darling! yes I hv ♡(ŐωŐ人) are u done wiping out the other trainers? A few seconds pass by. Beep! Beep! Skitty <3: uuuuugh nope. i still hv 7 more left Warm eyes widen in shock. Me: eh??? theres still more??? Her body leans a bit forward for stability. As for Charlie, upon realizing that Kotone is no longer pressing her palms against her back, she slows down. Skitty <3: yes theres more. n im more annoyd too. i told them im gonna hv a small break rn bt i swear if this keeps going ill just fight the pokemon myself A snort slips out. Me: id love to see that (♡´౪`♡) at least you beat them all right? Skitty <3: uuuuuugh nope She can vividly hear his adorably annoyed groan. Before she can reply, another text beeps in. Skitty <3: 3 trainers surprisingly (and annoyingly) beat me. lucky they arent cocky assholes like ur cousin. Me: im gonna screenshot this to white fyi Skitty <3: ANYWAYS, Laughter bubbles in the chill, orange sky. Skitty <3: those trainers wanna battle u next bt i told them to battle u tmrrw. Me: eh really? i can go there and battle them later tonight tho Skitty <3: no A single eyebrow raises in confusion. Me: why???? (・∧‐)ゞ Skitty <3: coz ur mine tonite If it weren’t for Charlie’s fast reflexes, Kotone probably would have slide down off her back. Flush of red kisses her tanned cheeks. The same cheeks then puff slowly. The long end of her ponytail tickles the side of her neck, and Kotone is at lost on whether the shivers in her body is due to the hair or text. Quickly she texts back. Me: someones possessive (♡´艸`) Skitty <3: u hv no idea hw possessive i can be when it comes to you God, Kotone wants to scream right now. Face now filled with heated swirls, she peeks at the screen. Me: cant wait to find out tonight then (⺣◡⺣)♡* Skitty <3: i hope ur ready then my love Dead! I’m dead! Screams echo in her mind as Kotone bends forward against the Charizard’s back. He’ll be the death of me! Giddy giggles burst from pretty pink lips. Her legs start to wiggle forward and back, obviously catching the attention of her confused Kanto starter. Charlie’s wings continue to flap, but her attention has now been stolen by her excited trainer. A smile of her own curls the edges of her mouth. She knows damn well the only person who could make her trainer act and feel such a way was none other than the redhead. Puffs of light smoke slips out of her nostrils, Charlie emits what can be depicted as a chuckle and flies forward. After letting it out of her system, Kotone carefully sits up straight and releases a long line of air. After texting each other their ‘I love you’s, she tucks the communication device back into her pocket. Her smile now ever present, both hands are brought up to tap each warm cheek. God, she feels so lucky to have him. Slowly her attention comes back to the skies. A nice, orange hue slowly, warmly envelopes the sky. There are less flying-types around as Charlie soars, so peace and quiet truly wraps the trainer’s senses. Hazel eyes cast down, and a soundly gasp escapes pink lips at the sight of a place she hadn’t been to in a while. “Charlie,” she called the Charizard. Magnificent blues meet warm hazels. “Can you bring us down to Ilex Forest?” --- The air always feels fresh whenever she arrives at the place. Arms stretch comfortable to the sides. The air is a bit chillier once she reaches the ground, and Kotone honestly loves the feel of it against her arms and neck. Feeling fatigue being washed away from fresh air alone, she plops her hands to the sides. Eyes turn to her Charizard, right hand now holding the starter’s ball as a silent question if she wants to get back in. With a single nod from Charlie, Kotone flashes a smile and returns her. Ball shrunk and clipped onto the belt of her pants, Kotone then looks around the forest. It has been years since she last stepped foot, but awe and wonderment always splash her face to witness the breath-taking scene. It seems that the forest hasn’t changed a bit, hence it brings back a small twinge of nostalgia in her heart. Her mind wanders as her feet walks around the forest. Sounds of slumbering Hoothoots catch her ears. Sights of Caterpies and Weedles frolicking about opens a box of reminiscences in her heart. Ah how she misses being a teenager again. When she first stepped into the peaceful forest, she was 16 at that time. Soft giggles bubble out when she remembers her famous pigtails and puffy hat. Skitty always hates that puffy hat. Giggles evolve into innocent laughter. She remembers that Azalea Town was the place she had met Silver for the third time. While their early encounters weren’t exactly pleasant in the least, Kotone always treasures each and every memory into her heart. Each memory plays like a movie, and she truly means that literally when she learned Mewtwo has the ability to form one’s memories to a clear, vivid, realistic image. She finds that useful for her future child when they would ask questions such as how she and Silver met. Ah, her face is blushing again. “Geez…” Her heart beats ever so gleefully every time she thinks of him. Again she gives her cheeks little taps. At the same time, her feet has stopped, and it takes Kotone a second to realize that she is standing before the Ilex Forest Shrine. “Oh!” Surprise and amusement trickle pass her tongue. Taking a few steps forward, Kotone gazes at the spectacular shrine. Its design was simplistic as ever, yet bears so many memories and significances for the people of Azalea Town. The wooden pillars remain strong, though now covered in small vines on some ends. A few berries and fruits can be seen; Kotone assumes they were offerings from the people and Pokémon alike for the shrine’s owner. Celebi. The name rings in her head. Wind caresses her arms gently, tracing tickles on the finest hairs on her skin. Every time her thoughts wander to the legendary, Kotone can never forget the story Silver had told her. How he had technically died after saving her. How he was plunged into a cold abyss. How his soul withered, his mind blank from the acceptance of his timely death. She couldn’t imagine the indescribable horror he had gone through when he told her. Just the mere thought of it once brings tears to her eyes. Deep breaths inhaled deep into her lungs. He is fine now, she assures herself. Kotone keeps the reminder firm and planted. Celebi had saved him from his death. Celebi actually rewrote the past in order to keep him breathing again. The Time Travel Pokémon even let Silver meet his mother one last time, giving the dead a proper goodbye before he comes back to the living. Hazel eyes gleam at the stories he told her. Silver… The pain he went through was unimaginable. The life he grew up in was anything but human. To know such a child went through hell on earth at such a young age…her skin prickles at the fearful thought. No human can survive being sane as long as Silver has. Sullen gaze falls on the breath-taking shrine. “Silver…” His name lulls through her lips like a heavy prayer. How she wishes she can go back in time. How she wishes she can help him even before they were properly met. All the words she wants to say for him. All the reassurance she would give to a child who had lost everything. Hands rub up and down her arms. Suddenly, sorrow pops into caution when she hears rustling from behind. Quickly she reaches for Damien’s Pokéball; one heel had turned and sight sharpened to one of wary. “Who’s there?” The noise sounds too heavy for a Pokémon in the area. Kotone would assume it came from a human, probably a trainer going on an adventure just like her before. But the sky above is shrouded in darkness, and it isn’t so wrong to be cautious of any danger that lurks in the night. Especially given from a woman who had gone through hell and once became danger herself. “Kotone?” Once the voice lulls into her ears, Kotone immediately feels her muscle loosen. “Hibiki!” Caution turns to joy. Fingers casually unwrapped around the Typhlosion’s Pokéball. Finally able to walk out of the thick bushes, Hibiki brushes off the dead leaves off his arms and head. “Kotone!” Joy rings just as true as hers. Without hesitance, he briskly walks towards her for an embrace. Arms open wide, the young man hugs her by the shoulders and gives her a little squeeze. “Oh my Arceus, it is you!” “Ya!” Laughter bubbles out of pretty pink lips. She returns his embrace with one of her own. “Wow, what’re you doing here?” Pulling away to look at him, Kotone gives his arms a little shake. “Oof,” he winces slightly, “watch your strength there.” Laughter pops out with a mixture of surprise. Being the Johto Champion really does have its perks. “Anyways, I was just doing some field study.” Once and twice he rolls his arms. Surprise widens a pair of hazels. “Field study? At 8 at night?” He knew she would be shocked by his activities. “Yeah.” Once again he laughs. Grey eyes gleam as bright as his innocent smile. “I usually do my routine check-ups at night, you know. There are some nocturnal Pokémon out and about when I least expect it, so I figured it would be nice to not miss any opportunity there is.” Hands plop comfortably by his sides. “Besides, doing field studies at night really gives me a peace of mind since there aren’t any trainers or so many rowdy Pokémon around.” He has a point, as he always does when it comes to Pokémon research. “I see you’re really excelling in the field.” A proud smile shines upon her lips. “And hey, I also see that the field gave you a great workout too.” Lightly she punches his left arm. Cheeks shroud in pink at the compliment. “Well, I still have a long way to go, though.” One hand scratches the back of his head. “You’re not so bad yourself. I see constant training and battling really put some muscles in you.” His comment is replied with a sweet laugh. As sheepish as he is to receive such compliments from his childhood friend, Hibiki wouldn’t lie that he is in awe of her hidden strength. “Well…” Feeling slight conscious of the compliment of her body, Kotone taps her fingers gingerly. “I gotta stay fit if I want to catch up to younger trainers and defend my title.” “I can see that.” A nod is given. It takes him a few minutes, but realization then hits when he can’t find the presence of another champion. “By the way, Silver isn’t with you?” “Oh,” she chirped, “nah, he’s busy battling trainers at the Indigo League.” “At this hour?” Now it is his turn to have shock plastered on his face. “It’s really late. Shouldn’t the League have like…closing times or something?” A sigh leaves her lips. “It does, but it’s until 10. So for now, as long as there are trainers itching to battle after collecting all the gym badges of Kanto and—or—Johto, the Elite Four and us Champions have to get ready.” Honestly, explaining the concept alone is tiring. But much to no one’s surprise, she still manages to defend her title for 8 years. True, Silver has beaten her more times that she kept count, but she also has taken back her title from him many times than one can keep tally. In the end, Lance, the Elite Four, and the Indigo League management agreed to have two separate champions reigning on each region. It’s quite adorable when she thinks about it; the Champion of Kanto and Champion of Johto are the loving, fearsome husband and wife couple. “So anyways,” Another sigh slides off her mouth, “I’m just here walking around in Ilex Forest, getting some fresh air.” Hazel eyes look at the shrine behind her. “And of course, looking at the shrine behind me.” Hibiki doesn’t say much, instead nods in understanding. “I see…” Lower lips juts in thought, he gives his attention to the holy place before him. “Well, if you don’t mind, I’d love to keep you company. It’s been a while since we’ve hanged out.” A few steps are taken until he stands next to her. His smile widens at her acceptance. “Thanks, Hibiki.” She doesn’t mind the company. In truth, she misses her best friend as well. Suddenly, before any of them could actual start a conversation, a bright light beams a few steps away from them. The shock and light briefly dazzle them both. One has his arms shielded in front of squinted eyes. One once again grips her starter’s Pokéball while shielding her eyes with one hand. “W-What’s going on?!” Fear of the unknown pierces his tone. None answers his question, though the light unfortunately shines brighter and brighter. “I don’t know.” Through gritted teeth she replies. A Pokéball has been unclipped from her belt, but the blinding ray causes her to flinch in her place. Luckily, no heat nor chill harms them both. But with confusion and fear overpowering them, Kotone lightly curses under her breath as she tries to get her body to move. “…bi—” Irises shrink in the middle of hazels when she hears a faint sound. “…C…e…bii—” That sound! She knows that sound! The owner of the holy shrine. The guardian of the forest. The saviour of Silver’s life. While Kotone herself has never met the Time Travel Pokémon personally, she knows it in her heart that this strange light was Celebi’s doing. “Cele—bi—” The name slurs out in broken hisses. Trying to find and reason with the tiny legendary, Kotone tries to scoot one foot forward. The light, to her dismay, only gets brighter and brighter, almost rivalling the sun. Hoping to Arceus that her next action won’t blind her, Kotone sucks in a deep breath and drops her hands. Hazel eyes—though in pain of the menacing gleam—manage to spot the green shape of the creature who is causing glimmering commotion. “Please sto—!” Before any words could be breathed out, the light—along with the two baffled humans—disappear in a blink.

#Soulsilvershipping #Trainer Kotone #Rival Silver #Pokemon HGSS #Pokemon #ecstatic requiem #tadaaaa #ill see if i can update chapter 4 tonight ehee #kotone #hibiki

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Fated Comfort

Silence hummed its melancholic melody. The stars above remained glinting, sparkling, baring as witnesses for the two teenagers that sat in still discomfort. One had her focus given to the bandaged wrist. One had his gaze torn away from such a pitiful, pitiful sight. None had said a word for the past 17 minutes. The sounds of ticks and tocks echoed in their minds. Her hands, delicate as they looked, skilfully applied the bandage with such precision. Sometimes he flinched at the accidental pressure, but nothing more as the boy continued to tear his gaze from such a tender touch. Her lips would often mouth an apology, and she continued on until she was sure that the wound was sealed and closed. He wondered if this was some sick fate. Some sick twisted joke from whatever deity that resided above. One minute, he was the proud child hand-picked by the chairman. He had it all. He was no longer the disgusting orphan that had to fight tooth and nail for his next meal, for his only shelter. He had everything in his grasp. And he was willing to do anything to hold on what was given even tighter. The next minute, everything slipped far too fast, far too much from his fingers.

It’s stupid, he thought. Just absolutely stupid that fate decided to toy with his life like it was a sack of nothing. He wasn’t a pious boy, per say, but he had enough sense to think that there truly was an otherworldly being that sometimes butt in and decide to ruin whoever’s life for their own sick enjoyment. It seems that it’s his life’s turn to be fate’s sick, cruel play. Once again he flinched at the sting of his bruise. Violet eyes, dead and dull from the moment he was disowned again, finally shot a few glares at the girl in front of him. “Sorry…” Words finally shattered the heavy silence that loomed over them. Deciding that whatever response she might get would only piss her off, she continued her actions. With the last finishing touches, Gloria carefully wrapped the end of the bandages. “There,” was all she said. Crimson eyes never brought up, never fixated on the pair of violets that wrung sorrow in her stomach. One hand tucked a short strand of dark hair behind her ears. Head and body turned to the side, now focused on putting away her first-aid kit— “Why are you so nice to me?” Hands ceased above the medical parcel. Words once again lay heavy in her throat. She took a deep breath. Then released in slow, deep manners. One by one she placed the bottles and bandages inside the kit. The lid then closed with a single click, and even then, Gloria watched as she shoved the boxed item to the side. “You’re not answering me.” Arceus, why was he like this? Why was she like this? Willingly helping him without a moment’s hesitance. From the moment she saw that cold-hearted chairman disowning him like a piece of used clothing, Gloria couldn’t get the image of her rival out of her mind. How baffled he looked. How heartbroken he felt. For once, Gloria finally saw life in the boy’s eyes, but the life that gleamed resembled nothing more than the sight of a heart plummeting down, down into the deepest pits of his stomach. A part of her knew he deserved it. But the young trainer quickly rid away such condescending thoughts when she realized, no matter how angry she was at Bede for breaking Hop’s hope, no child should ever feel the despair of losing their loved one’s love and shelter. She felt bad. Even now. One hand moved to the short strands of dark hair. Finally she looked at him, stared straight into the eyes that flickered maliciously. The smile he gave was jeering. There was no joy, no sincerity. Not once ever since they met. Her heart felt heavy. “Can’t I be nice?” She simply reflected back with a question. The wind breezed calmly around them. Sometimes it caressed their prickled skin. Sometimes it whispered hushed lullabies into their burning ears. The girl stood her ground, back straightened and gaze targeted on the eyes that were cold and cruel. Teeth gritted inside pursed lips. “I didn’t ask for this.” He lifted his left arm; regret bubbled inside when he felt the sting of the bruise. “I don’t need your pity.” He should’ve walked away when he had the chance. “If you think you could take advantage of me when you saw all that, you’re dead wrong—” “You’re wrong!” Shock shattered the cold gaze. His left arm draped down to his lap. Eyes widened, pupils shrunk just an inch when he saw the fiery glare. “I’m not—!” Her voice snapped, then cut short as sharp breaths were forced inside her lungs. A loud exhale zipped past pink lips. “I’m not…pitying you.” Well, the answer didn’t actually make him feel better. “Then what?” Grim took hold of his tone as chuckles slurred past his tongue. “You’re making fun of me?” Anger boiled, hotter and hotter until breathing rasped through flaring nostrils. “I didn’t know you had it in you.” Bede wondered why his heart ached from the thought. “You look all normal, but turns out you’re just doing this because it satisfies your sick, twisted—” “Bede!” His name resonated within the trees and bushes. In all the moments that led them to each other, Bede realized this was the first time she had ever said his name. It was filled with rage, void of such care and tenderness. He hated it. Red glasses slid slightly down her face. Pushing the lens up with a bit more force than usual, she shot another glare at him. Ah, right. She was supposed to be angry at him. “Let me finish.” Cold, calculative tone dripped from the tip of her tongue. “I don’t pity you like you’re some sad sack.” Palms slapped the green grass by her sides. “I mean, I do feel bad when…that happened.” Woe trickled inside of her to see him flinch at the memory. “But at the same time, I’m doing this because—” Because what, exactly? “Because…” Gloria didn’t know. She didn’t even want to know. Ever since they met, Bede was nothing but cynical and sarcastic. Never in her life had Gloria met such a spiteful person at such a young age. She knew people can sometimes be cruel. She knew not everyone is perfect. But the moment her eyes glinted at a pair of violent violets, Gloria was washed with the realization in which she never thought would have experienced. He was a bitter boy. And after their first battle together, Gloria relished on the wiping off the grim smirk that was plastered on his face before his tragic defeat. She was supposed to hate him—be indifferent at best—but then came the day she met Chairman Rose. She saw how…lively Bede was when he was talking to the chairman. His eyes finally sparked of life. His smile seemed genuine, yet a part of her could see that it looked…forced. He looked so sweet, so innocent, like a baby Deerling seeking the attention of its parent. Gloria couldn’t believe her eyes, actually. If it wasn’t for the fact that she had meet him beforehand, acting all high and mighty with an attitude that made her want to tear her skin off, the girl would have thought that Bede was the nicest, most proper trainer she had ever met. The next few minutes startled her, however. Because instead of acknowledgement, the next words that came out of the chairman’s mouth was, “Oh, and you were…” If the chairman was truly Bede’s sponsor, he would at least remember his name, no? Time passed by quickly in their journey until came the fateful day of Bede’s undoing. She was furious at him at that time. She wanted to find him, to give the fluff-haired boy a piece of her mind of hurting her dear childhood friend. If words couldn’t reach him, then Gloria knew a good old Pokémon battle would set things straight until the trainer made sure that the cocky kid learned his lesson so that he could go and find Hop to apologize— But alas, that never happened. For Bede learned a far, far, crueller lesson that even she herself couldn’t imagine. Her stomach churned at such a bitter memory. As an audience, Gloria felt nothing but pity and woe for the orphaned trainer. Her head felt heavy. Crimson eyes darted to the ground below. “Because…you’re my rival.” The stars were witnesses of such humans who blundered so foolishly. She said nothing more. One hand pressed the lens of her glasses again. The other gripped the bits of grass and dew next to her. Was that truly her answer, she belittled herself. Yes, he was one of her rivals that he so coldly declared after their first few battles. But not once have Gloria stated it out loud, let alone in front of him. Suddenly, the silence was broken by a chuckle. Then another. And another. It wasn’t until she heard a heaty laugh that she finally turned her attention back at him. “Wh—?” A pair of crimsons widened to see cruel bliss flashing before her. The laughter she heard seemed forced, yet real. Painful, yet laced with disgusting glee. “St—” Shock left her breathless. Mouth agape at the taunting shit. He kept laughing and laughing. Each cackle a pitch higher. Each sound a heart heavier. “You’re my rival.” Hilarious. Utterly hilarious. Foolish. Idiotic. Completely ridiculous. What kind of bullshit excuse was that? When did she ever see him as a rival? Why would she even see him as a rival? Ah, it all makes sense. All this time, since they met, not once had Bede noticed that she acknowledged him as competition. Her stoic expression. Her calm voice. All of them indicated no malice nor intimidation that proved him worthy of such a title. Even with fire blazing in such crimson eyes in every battle, Bede found out that each sight she had given him afterwards were akin to…indifference. He hated it. He hated how happy he was to know that she felt…more about him. He laughed and he laughed, good hand slapping his eyes until the grim cackle died down. “Bede…” This was the second time he heard her calling his name; it was softer. He hated it. Violet eyes stung at the memories of a few days back. He wanted to wallow in despair. He wanted to go to the chairman personally and beg him at his feet. His Hattrem be damned, at this point, Bede would rather have the Serene Pokémon beat him to a pulp it if meant being accepted by the chairman again. But no. Even fate couldn’t give him a damn chance to be swallowed by grief. After walking aimlessly in the wild area, he just had to bump into a raging Bewear. He just had to run away like the useless coward he was. He just had to trip and land on his left wrist in the most painful way possible. He just had to bump into Gloria so that she could save his sorry ass. Now, here he was, sitting in front of her, cackling and losing it like a madman loss of all hopes and dreams. “Bede…” White teeth gritted heavily at the feel of warmth trickling down his cheeks. Ego puppeteering his emotions, Bede quickly leaned forward at quick a surprising speed. Luckily, his aim was precise, for the boy now had his vision covered not by his right hand, but by the soft shape of her shoulder. She felt warm. The laughter died down, mellowed and mellowed until it slurred as silent, shocked sobs. He hated this so much. Gloria only sat in her place, stunned and stupefied. The glasses she wore had once again slid down the shape of her nose. But shock held her perfectly still. Both arms were stretched to the sides. Both knees dug lightly into the soft soil. Her back still slightly arched, and the trainer sucked in a deep when she heard – felt – him shiver on her shoulder. Delicate whimpers peeped so close to her right ear. It took her only a second to realize where it came from. “I…” Both arms remained frozen in place. Should she hug him? Should she just place them down? Fingers clenched and straightened as confusion and bafflement enveloped her entire body. She was at lost on whether to be grateful that she wasn’t wearing her favourite red jacket, for the next thing Gloria knew, she felt something wet soaking her black shirt. Her howling heart ached. “Bede—” “H-Huh…” His voice, weak and shaking, snapped any comfort that she wanted to give. “If you’re really my so-called rival…” He didn’t realize that he had scooted closer. None of them had. “I shouldn’t—” A sharp breath was forced into aching lungs. “—show you…s-uch a distasteful side…” Emotions controlled his body completely. As his face nuzzled her shoulder like a lost child, Bede mindlessly moved his arms around her waist. His arms shivered just as badly as his body. White, puffy hair hid away every emotion from her to see, for her witness, to judge. Carefully, shakily Bede moved an inch upwards. Quivering lips pressed against her soaked shoulder. Violet eyes blurred from the reality that dropped right onto him. She was warm. Soft. Gentle. Everything he ever wished for from the chairman. His breathing hitched at the arrow that pierced through his heart. The ache in his bandaged wrist screamed at him to ease on his muscles, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t. The trainer only tightened his hold on her. Both legs had trembled and spread apart, enabling this soft, warm body to be enclosed by him. Neither care nor shame inhabited his mind, for his heart had took over, for his heart only craved the very desire of being needed. He flinched when he felt something gently patting his shoulder. “I’m here…” Ah, to be broken down completely by just hearing that simple, petty sentence. Sobs turned into hiccups. Jaw ached at the terrible pressure once he felt her hand – so gentle and soft – caressing through the strands of curly white hair. For once, just for tonight, as the stars bore witness at this heart-breaking sight, Bede let his emotions pour. Just for tonight—Gloria…—he let fate win this cruel, twisted game. END

#Rival Bede #Trainer Gloria #Dressedinpinkshipping #Bederia #Pokemon #the eng ship name is long hhh #Pokemon Sword and Shield #happy 2020 everyone!!! heres an angst fic #kicking off the new year with suffering bede. chef's kiss #oneshot

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Caring Reminder

Once upon a time, there was a boy who craved love. Abandoned as a child. Thrown away from the very people whom he sought love and protection from. He couldn’t remember his mother’s face, let alone his father’s. He had forgotten how they sounded like, how they were like. The world was cruel like that, he once thought. Disowned at the tender age of 9, the poor child had to fight tooth and nail in order to survive a world where humans and Pokémon exist as the strongest. He wasn’t always alone. Some call it luck. Others call it fate. But for a child who was disgustingly dirty from head to toe and begging for his next meal, all he ever felt at that time was thankful when he saw that hand – his hand – reach out for him in the cold, chilly air of the dark alleyway. He had served that man for 2 years. The child didn’t know what. He didn’t know why. But the powerful man saw potential in him and offered the startled child a chance of a lifetime. Of course, the desperate orphan took it. This powerful man saw potential in him, did he not? Once the child turned 16, he had made it his life mission to bend backwards for his saviour. Everything he did was for him. Every battle he had won was for the sake of the chairman. The child never sought anything for himself. He only thought, for him, for him, over and over again. The moment he received his very first Pokémon from him, for once in his life, the child felt needed and love. He loved the feeling. Cherished it like his own breath. He wished to feel it more. But alas, nothing lasts forever.

The watch he so guarded with his life felt heavier around his wrist. The pink coat he wore like second skin scorched his chest until he felt he couldn’t breathe. Never in his life would the child think that he would be thrown away again, to be cast away like the trash he once thought he was. He thought of begging. He thought of dropping down to his knees and spreading away his shame if it meant being back under his protective wing. But no. No. The poor child was once again an orphan. And it was all her fault. But before he could curse and cuss and lose his mind over the complete destruction of his plans, it was all her fault too that led him back to a path that shined brighter. --- “Going out, dear?” His head perked at the sound of a familiar voice. A smile curved such pretty pink lips. “Devina asked to accompany me to buy some stuff for next week’s league meeting.” A pink trench coat was snuggly worn on his body. “Apparently it’s Gordie’s birthday next week, so Mrs Melony suggested a surprise for her birthday boy.” A low chuckle escaped at the thought. To know such motherly love exists in this world; Bede found it pitiful he had never felt one since he was born— “Oh?” Opal’s voice disturbed his lazy train of thought. Violet eyes focused on the elder gym leader. Her trusty umbrella gripped comfortably in her hands, Bede observed silently as she placed a seat on a sofa. “I see you’re getting closer to that dear Devina.” A single gulped slid down a suddenly dry throat at the sudden statement. He didn’t say a word, merely fixed his attention on fixing his coat. He knew the old woman was smirking. “Let’s see…” One lanky finger tapped her chin. “It has been 3 years, hasn’t it? Since you two first met?” Oh how well she remembered the child’s youthful appearance. She remembered the now champion before, so calm yet feisty. Though masked an air of serenity every time Opal looked at her, she knew the young girl held so much fire and passion it could melt a Dynamaxed Duraludon. It was no surprise that Devina became the new Champion of Galar who saved the region from the second coming for the Darkest Day. It was a shame the girl liked to dress up in mostly black and red. She would have made a great fairy-type leader if she tried to cover herself in more pink. Silence filled the living room when Opal brought her mind back to reality. She realized Bede hadn’t been replying to her curious question. Aquamarine eyes gazed at the tall young man. He was still transfixed on the collar of his trench coat. She saw his lips purse slightly in faint discomfort. The smirk on her face grew wider. “She’s a nice girl, Bede.” One manicured nail casually traced on the hook of her umbrella. “She often visits me, even when you’re not around.” Sharp eyes caught the little jerk of his shoulders. “Though, I have to admit, she does sometimes ask whether you’re busy or not. It seems our little champion likes your company.” “Who doesn’t?” He quipped quickly – a little too quickly. One breath was inhaled sharply, then held for a few seconds before Bede exhaled slowly. “I mean—” Still not deciding to look at Opal in the eyes yet, he turned his attention to the tuff of fluffy white hair. “I’m a delight to be with. Anyone who gets to spend even a little time with me is considered a treasured moment.” His hair was getting longer, he realized. Momentarily, he brought his mind to whether or not he wished to tie some of his longer strands to a tiny ponytail. “Rest assured, Devina definitely treasures every moment she has with you.” Hands froze on the spot near the back of his neck. Irises shrunk slightly, but Bede managed to stop himself before looking at Opal in a baffled manner. Pink lips trembled once, then tightened hastily to prevent any mistake from being verbalized. Opal found it as a sign to continue. “I can see she cares about you, dear.” Aquamarine eyes looked at her manicured nails for a few seconds. “And I can clearly see you care a lot about her.” Her smirk softened, curled to a warm smile. “I may be old, dearie, but I’m still sharp as a Noctowl. And in all my years of living – both in and out of the theatre – I can see that you two wish for something more than just friendship.” Bede remained silent. His arms now plopped rigidly by his sides. Violet eyes glanced to the left, to the right. “Mmm…” was all he responded. He knew heat had zipped straight to the fair skin of his cheeks. The young man wanted nothing more than to tug the collar of his coat higher, but he knew by doing so would earn a hearty laugh from the elderly. His heart raced faster at the image of the smiling champion. Slowly he exhaled again, once and twice before he spun his heel. “Thank you, Miss Opal.” He truly didn’t know what to say. “I uh…I better get going.” One hand making sure that all his team are tucked inside their shrunk Pokéballs, Bede nodded at her and began walking towards the door. “You know, I’ve never had children of my own. Human children, I mean.” He heard her. He proceeded to march faster. Sadly, he wasn’t fast enough. “I would love to have grandchildren of my own someday.” Bede swore he wanted nothing more than to wrap himself into a cocoon when he heard Opal’s rambunctious laughter. --- Arceus, he hated that his face burned every time he’s reminded of Opal’s words. “Sheesh…” Left and right he shook his head for the fifteenth time. Though heart now beating at a calm pace, Bede groaned silently at the traitorous colour in his cheeks. It didn’t help that the elderly’s words echoed clearly in his mind. “I can see she cares about you, dear.” Like a bell it rang in every corner of his brain. Every time Bede tried to shake his head, the voice only chimed louder and louder like some annoying mantra. “Cares about me…huh…” Finally, he decided to give up. Decided to let his thoughts wander in dangerous territory. Hands tucked warmly inside the pockets of his pink and purple trench coat, he swayed back and forth, and back and forth, honestly dumfounded as his mind led him to a future that put his heart on the line. He then remembered her smile. She smiled often, Bede took note of that about her. For the years he’s known her, not once had Bede ever seen the champion without a brilliant shine of a smile. She rarely spoke much when they first met. But fast forward to the many months and days and Bede soon found out she had a lot of stories to tell and a lot of laughter to bring. It brought a tiny smile to his face. “She cares about me…” The words mumbled without a second thought. Cheeks were now filled with swirls of red, but Bede more or less acknowledged it as he tucked his chin inside the coat’s collar. It’s been a while for him to be cared so…lovingly. Before he could let his fantasies run wild, Bede was instead jolted back to reality to hear some ecstatic screams. Quickly he looked up, eyes widened in surprise at the crowd piling around someone not far from where he stood. He then noticed a pair of long, white, fluffy ears. Like a Boltund, he straightened his back and perked himself to a lively stance; he recognized those ears anywhere. And most of all, he definitely recognized the trainer who had such a Pokémon with those pair of ears. “Devina…” Her name lulled so softly without him realizing it. Joy lit up in a pair of sparkling violets. Hands removed from the comfort of the coat’s pockets, he proceeded to walk towards her. He walked and he walked. The crowd grew bigger and bigger. The smile that was plastered on his face started to falter. The beat of his heart grew faster, harsher. Violet eyes could only see her, focus on her. But as Bede approached the frantic fans, he felt his breathing hitch inside his throat. Suddenly, his steps halted immediately. Pupils shrunk to dots. Eyes widened in sheer fear. His heart that once beat in ecstatic glee now beat for a whole different reason. And that reason alone was something he swore never to feel ever again. Déjà vu swallowed the young man whole. He saw him. The man who disowned him as if he was a piece of trash. Ah, wasn’t this scene familiar? The crowd remained the same, but Bede didn’t see the champion standing awkwardly inside it. No. He didn’t even see the Cinderace that stood loyally beside his fumbling trainer. He saw the chairman. He saw the secretary. Ah, her back was facing him. Just as his back was once. Mouth parted open, yet short gasps escaped what were supposed to be words. He tried to call her name, to catch her attention he so desperately craved. One hand strained achingly by his side. Curled fingers tightened to fists when all he could hear was the excitable chants of “Devina! Devina! Devina!” Ah. He wondered if the heavy weight in his chest was his broken heart. “I’m sorry. What was your name again?” He flinched disgustingly at the memory he so sorely hid from the back of his mind. Unable to bear the emotional turmoil he was feeling right now, Bede quickly turned his heel and marched away from the scene. --- Sometimes Ares pitied his trainer. There were people crowding her again. Humans are weird, he casually thought, giving minimal space for Devina yet at the same time providing protection from those who were a bit rowdier than usual. His trainer seemed quite restless, a bit nervous. Her smile still beamed brilliantly for the people around them. After all these years of knowing her, the Cinderace was still in complete awe at how well Devina hides her emotions behind such masks. A familiar scent suddenly snatched his attention. White fluffy ears perked upwards. Quickly he looked to the right, sharp sight spotting none other than the person his trainer was so excited to meet today. That was the whole reason they were in Ballonlea in the first place. But alas, the second Devina reached the magical town, she was soon swarmed by a flock of fans who, ironically was causing her stress at the moment. ‘Bede!’ Ares chirped, one paw lifted and waved in hopes it caught his attention. But to his dismay, the young gym leader had turned and walked away. ‘Uh oh.’ He knew Devina would be devastated if she and the cocky leader didn’t meet up today. Nonchalant as she was regarding anything emotional, the Cinderace could never be fooled by the feelings she deeply held for the fluff-haired human. He wanted to jump out of the crowd and tug Bede towards Devina. But he didn’t want to leave his beloved trainer either. Orange eyes stared at his still fumbling best friend. Pity turned to annoyance. The people around them were getting irritable, but Ares knew damn well Devina was too nice a person to scoff these people away. So, with Plan B in mind, he nimbly sought out Hilda’s Pokéball that was clipped onto the belt of her denim jeans. --- He was a fool. A complete and utter bastard of a fool. After what felt like forever, the young leader soon found himself alone in Glimwood Tangle. Fatigue overpowering the agony that claws deep within his heart, Bede finally plopped down a random spot and dropped his head onto the top of his folded knees. He knew his Hatterene was fuming at the foul feelings he felt right now. As much as she tried to be empathetic and kind nowadays, Bede almost had half a mind to release the Pokémon and order her to beat the absolute shit out of him. A heavy sigh slipped weakly between quivering lips. “What am I doing…?” A laugh, so cold and disheartened, slipped between the sigh of a question. Both hands were placed on his head, fingers pressing inside the puff of fluffy white hair. “What the bloody hell am I doing…?” He still remembered how fixated she was on the crowd around her. Just like him. He still remembered how cheerful she was while talking to her fans. Just like him. He still remembered how lively her laughter was when she signed some autographs. Just like him. Him. Him. Him. The ache in his chest only worsened. That’s right… His mind echoed dully. She’s the Champion. She is practically the hero of Galar. Of course she would be crowded by people 24/7. Of course she would cater to her fans wherever she goes. The pads of his fingers pressed his scalp. Of course… Of course… She wouldn’t give a second glance at me… His vision blurred. Why would she even care about him in the first place? If anything, he was the one who acknowledged her as a rival. He was the one who went out of his way to empty his schedule just so he could see her. He was the one who put some stupid, idiotic, blind hope that maybe – just maybe – she would feel the same. He was truly a fool. She wasn’t the man he once idolized. No. She was much, much worse. Anger and shame and sorrow and heartbreak punctured holes in his withering heart. Unable to face the nightmare that might turn to reality, he just remained in his seat. Quietly and woefully. The sounds of Pokémon in the woods filled the heavy silence. One hand weakly plopped between his legs. The other now loosely tugged the curly strands of pure white. “Devina definitely treasures every moment she has with you.” How he despised hearing that right now. A chuckle, so bitter and cold, puffed through quivering lips. “As if…” Finally, the other hand dropped to the ground in a low thud. Anger replaced shame. Then anger melted into a puddle of sorrow. The pain in his heart wasn’t going away anytime soon, and Bede opted to just let the anguish eat him away for the rest of the afternoon. He wondered if the reason for his warm, wet cheeks were because of him. Feeling pathetic like the first time he was disowned when he was 16, Bede limply stood up and shoved both hands into the pockets of his coat. He hated this feeling, this pain. Sucking a deep breath and shaking the little tears away from his face, Bede began walking deep into the woods— “Bede!” …Or so he thought, until he heard he voice he so deeply missed. Was he hallucinating, he wondered? For a brief moment, Bede actually concluded that he had gone crazy enough to imagine the lovely voice in his head. But all that disappeared like dust when what he felt next was a gust of harsh wind. Words were void from a face of pure stupor. He turned around, then raised both arms as a shield when he felt wild wind blowing in his direction. The sound of a Corviknight rustled the mushrooms and leaves nearby. The first minute, Bede felt as if he was about to the thrown backwards. Fortunately, once the metaphorical clock ticked its next minute, the young man managed to stand his ground when he felt the wind was no longer blowing at him. Bright red light beamed momentarily. Though vision was now clear of any tears, confusion now stirred his mind to properly convey the situation that just happened— “Found you!” Everything happened so fast, yet the world around them slowed down immediately right at the same time. Arms that were raised in self-defence now stretched to the side when he felt something – someone – pouncing on him. One step, two steps were taken due to the low impact. Though the lights in Glimwood Tangle were never bright to begin with, Bede managed to see the perpetrator of this little chaos that was happening in a span of 3 minutes. And by Arceus, he was sure as hell he was dreaming now to feel the one person he craved hugging him like a lock. She was tiptoeing, he realized that when he felt her face nuzzling the side of his neck. “D-De…!” All emotions that he felt literally 5 minutes ago had exploded into a range of wild bafflement. “Devina?!” His arms still remained apart, though fingers now subconsciously twitch to return such a tight hug. She was here. She was here. She was here. She was here. Just as fast as her hug happened, it – sadly – ended all too quickly. He saw her fumbling with her red glasses. He saw her looking down and mumbling something incoherent and bashful. “Uh…” Finally, a voice, so meek and sweet, chirped its way into his heart. Taking a deep breath, Devina finally looked at the stunned man. “Hi…” Oh, what a fool, she must thought. “I ah…” What would she say? What would she do? She didn’t have a valid excuse to hug him like her life depended on it. If anything, the reason that brought up the desire to wrap her arms around him was that she missed him. Terribly. Oh, a valid reason indeed, and a terribly embarrassing one. Luckily, his stupor allowed her to recollect some senses. “I’ve been looking all over for you!” Concern was masked with short laughter. Teeth nipping the insides of her cheeks, the young champion put both palms together to a single clap! “Where have you been?” Honestly, Bede stopped functioning for a while the second he heard, “I’ve been looking all over for you!” She was…looking for…me? Immediately he shook his head. Air puffed in and out in harsh flows. At times like these, Bede was beyond thankful at the height of his coat’s collar. “I—decided to take a walk.” Left hand tugged the front of his collar higher. “I saw you being crowded by your adoring fans.” Arceus, it left a bitter taste on his tongue. “So I didn’t want to bother…” Violet eyes finally braved enough to cast a glance at her, “you…” His breath was taken away to see such a lovely pout. “I’m sorry…” Woe dripped so heavily that it pierced his healing heart. Before Bede could take back his mistake, she continued, “It’s just. The second I stepped inside Ballonlea, I was being swarmed by people. Turns out there was a little meetup by my fan club and they were too excited for words when they realized they’ve bumped into me today of all days.” Fatigue rolled off her tongue. Man, just thinking about it alone was enough to drain the young woman. Silence became his reply. He only listened intently, observing every nook and cranny of her face. One hand then moved to touch her lower lip. “I didn’t mean to make you wait for so long. I didn’t mean to make you wait at all. I’m so sorry…” Zip! Another arrow shot through his now howling heart. “It’s—!” He was in her mind all along. “How…did you escape?” He was too happy. Too gleeful to form a proper conversation. The only saving grace right now was the dim light of the woods that prevented her from seeing such a violent blush in his face. “Ares helped me.” One hand casually scratched the back of her head. Giggles rang about at the sharp thinking of her starter Pokémon. “He released Hilda and next thing I knew, I was being brought up high in the sky.” It shocked her, she wasn’t going to lie. But relief mostly took over when she realized she was growing farther from the ecstatic fans. She did shout a simple apology before flying off to find the one person she couldn’t wait to meet. “When I found out you weren’t at our usual meeting place, I started to wait. But Ares then began tugging me and signalling me to follow him into…” It was during her explanation that she remembered she needed to breathe. “Glimwood Tangle.” Both hands pressed against her speedy heartbeat. Silence once again enveloped them, save for the low, heavy panting by the young woman. “So uh…sorry.” She felt silly. Stupid. If she kept these emotions out of check for far too long, she knew her Hatterene would pop out anytime soon and start shaking her violently to calm the fuck down. No one said a word afterwards. He remained in his place, staring and gaping like a dazed fool. She stood her ground, too nervous to move or look up into his sparkling eyes. Maybe it was inappropriate? The hugging him, she meant. As much as they were friends for years now, Devina should keep it in mind that not everyone is as welcoming as Hop. Delicate fingers now intertwined together near her pouted mouth, she inhaled sharply before readying another form of apology— Emotions froze and crashed when she felt her body being pulled in a warm embrace. Well, wasn’t today an exciting day? While she now lay in stupor, Bede took the opportunity to have his heart explode into a million fireworks. “Devina definitely treasures every moment she has with you.” Opal’s reminder rang clear and true amidst the serene hums inside Glimwood Tangle. Both arms wrapped cosily around her, one arm caressed around her shoulder while the other snugged so perfectly around her waist. “I see…” Low murmurs brushed the top of dark hair. Heat now burned right to the tips of his ears, but Bede couldn’t care less as he mindlessly nuzzled the top of her head. She smelled of vanilla and cinnamon. He desperately fought back the urge to pepper kisses on her head. “Um…” Mumbles hit his chest. She could hear a rapid heartbeat. Was it his? Was it hers? She couldn’t tell. Hands still close to her own screaming heart, Devina held a meek whine when she felt their bodies pressed together. “I didn’t wait long.” Was all she heard. Was all it took to send shivers down her spine. Whether or not the two realized their actions were anything but platonic, they only remained in the comforting embrace. Devina was too embarrassed to point it out, yet unspeakably thrilled that it was happening. Bede was too engrossed in the fact that she did put his best interest at heart, and he couldn’t give a Rattata’s ass about dropping his dignity in front of her. If it meant being able to have her all by himself, then so be it. Giggles tickled his collarbone, causing him to shiver deliciously. “That’s good…” she sighed. “Are…Are you okay, by the way?” she whispered. Once upon a time, there was a boy who finally found love. A smile shivered joyfully inside the strands of soft, dark hair. “Never better…” END

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