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uranometrias · 4 months

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my love mine all mine , aaron hotchner

this is incredibly self indulgent. i wrote this for myself, because my cat passed away today && i have no idea how to grieve correctly. but i've always been able to express myself the best through writing, so here i am trying to do so.

basically reader loses her kitten && hotch is there to comfort her while she grieves. reader is a doctor && gets her nails painted. mentions of sleeping in a scarf and braids (but this can apply to any race <3) hotch is pretty flirty. he also had a dog that died when he was younger (idk) ... i'm still getting used to writing him (but he's been rotting my brain) so hotch girlies please be sweet to me, i'm trying.

"Have you decided what you want me to grab on the way?" You feel giddy, eyes beaming vibrantly as you unlock your front door. Aaron was on the other line, he'd been looking forward to spending the evening with you for the past two weeks. Your jobs often sent you in separate directions, with him following cases cross country, and you spending nearly twenty hours a day working at Inova Fairfax Medical Campus. The commute was nearly an hour from Quantico, which made it difficult for your schedules to coincide the way you hoped.

Today though was an exception. He'd just gotten back from a case, a successful one, and you'd been lucky enough to finally get two days off. You couldn't contain your excitement when you'd finally managed to get Aaron on the phone, and with Jack staying at Jessica's for another night, it seemed everything was working out in your favor. You still had no idea what you were in the mood to eat, despite having ample time to figure it out. "I dunno." you mutter, and you drop your keys into the basket just to the left of the front door.

"Well honey, you've gotta give me something." Aaron chuckles, and his voices makes you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. "I'm sure you haven't anything at all today." and it doesn't take a rocket science to know he's absolutely correct. Your stomach grumbles audibly, and you cringe, the sound a dead giveaway of your poor eating habits. "Do you need a bit more time to think about it?" he asks, and you're nodding your head, despite the fact that he can't see you. Your focus is split, eyes darting around your place in search of Piper.

Piper was your five year old tabby, the most special companion that you'd cared for since she was a newborn. Usually she'd be making her way to your front door, nudging her head against your shins, meowing her head off as some form of reprimand for being gone too long. Her absence was unusual, but you'd noticed she'd been sleeping a touch longer in the recent months. You'd taken her to the vet and they'd written off any life threatening illnesses. Perhaps she was jus becoming a lazy cat they had said.

"What'd you eat yesterday?" you ask, and you shrug off your coat next, hanging it in the closet as you slip off your cork-leather clogs. You admire your pedicure, French-tips gleaming back at you as your feet hit the cherry laminate flooring. You imagined that he'd hardly been able to eat well while out on a case, Aaron (and his team) had a horrible habit of neglecting their own health and wellness for the sake of cracking the case. You'd call him out on it, but it'd feel to hypocritical with the way you gave most of your life to the hospital.

"Four cups of coffee." and he sounds sheepish as he replies, he'd been running himself ragged with this last particular case. He couldn't leave the precinct until he was convinced he'd made a dent in the investigation. He could imagine your disappointed pout, but he was doing his best, or at least trying his best. "But, Dave made sure that I got something this morning before we got on the jet." and it's not like he has to explain himself to you, you'd never berate him. He believed it was just a side effect of falling for you.

"Four cups?" you gasp, head already shaking. "You're going to turn into a cup of coffee if you keep up with habits like those." you scold. "You'll have to double your water intake, you could seriously dehydrate yourself that way." you say with a quiet huff. You round the corner of the foyer, heading for the kitchen. "Are you feeling alright?" your tone grows a bit softer, "Four cups means you were really absorbed in the case. Everything okay?" you tread lightly. You weren't quite sure how he felt about you asking about his job.

"As far as endings go, I'd say it was better than most." he replies thoughtfully, clearly unfazed by your desire to probe. That makes you smile a bit, the obviousness of his trust for you. "We minimized the amount of deaths, the unsub was taken into custody... the team worked really hard." he proceeds, and you find yourself grinning. "But, I will do a better job of taking care of myself. You'd be a good nurse, but I can imagine a few better scenarios for you to take care of me."

You smile despite the fact it makes your heart stutter step. You were still getting used to him growing more confident in this way, but you weren't complaining in the slightest. "I'd be a great nurse." you correct him delicately, "I'd enjoy taking care of you in any way though." and you bet he can hear your shyness through the phone. Your relationship with Aaron still felt fairly new, you'd been seeing one another for going on seven months, but you knew you loved him.

Even if you hadn't managed to say it just yet.

"Look at that, another thing we have in common." he exhales, and you want him to hurry up and get to you. You hadn't seen him in so long, and despite the fact you were willing to mount him on sight, you just wanted to enjoy being in the same place for once. "How are you? Did you have a good day?" and you like the way he's so attentive, how he seems to genuinely care about what you had to say.

"It was great." you insist, and you've poured yourself a glass of water, ice tinkling as you scanned the dining room for any sign of Piper. Still nothing, weird. "I went to the bookstore a bit earlier, got a few novels for my book shelf." you list. "I got my nails done, and I got a facial. It was so relaxing I wound up falling asleep on the table." and you chuckle a bit at the memory. "Piper and I went on a drive before lunch, she's so spoiled." you add, but you're still scouring the space.

"Drafted up my budget for the month, my new schedule came in," you exhale tiredly at the thought. "Picked up my scrubs from the dry cleaners, I did a grocery run, and went to see the flower exhibit near the Farmer's Market. I got this really incredible soft-pretzel croissant." you sigh dreamily at the memory. "And now I'm home, and waiting for you." you complete, and you lean forward, arms resting against the countertop. "It was a really nice day. I thought I wouldn't know what to do without work, but I'd nearly forgotten what it feels like to be off."

Aaron's silent, but not because he's disinterested in your ramblings. He finds them endearing, and oftentimes had to remind himself that you, much like Jack, needed verbal response in order to feel heard. "I missed you." and it's not quite what he was aiming to say, but it's what comes out. It's true, it had been a while since he'd seen you in person, and with the way your schedules overlapped, he'd hardly been able to get much conversation out of you apart from quick check-ins in between patients and breaks in BAU cases.

You let out a quiet puff of air, it's not quite a sigh nor an exhale. Your lips curve upwards, and you wonder if there's a record out there for most smiles achieved in a single phone call. "You've got no idea how happy that makes me." you reply, and you inhale deep. "I missed you too, hurry up and get over here." you press, and you replay the sound of his responding laugh over in your mind. You don't think you could be more lovesick, but it's a more than welcomed feeling. "As far as dinner, why don't I just cook something?" you offer with a shrug.

"Do you want to?" and Aaron's got this weird thing about him where he's still getting used to the fact that you want to do certain things for him. You go over it a lot, reminding him that you'd love nothing more than to spoil him as much as he spoils you. He's still a bit hesitant, but you don't mind fighting the good fight until he relented. His hands tighten just slightly on the steering wheel, and his leg jumps as he awaits your response. He knows, or better put, he has an idea of what you'll say. He still wants to hear it either way.

"We take care of each other, mon amour." You coo, and he feels that familiar rush of affection towards you. "It'll be fun." you add, and then you're sighing audibly. "I just really can't wait to see you. I don't want to wait any longer than I need to." you express, and Aaron understands. He'd been restless on the jet, Dave and Emily seemed to zero in on his jitters, he was thankful they had enough couth to keep it to themselves. All he received was a knowing smirk from Rossi as he made a beeline for the tarmac the second the jet landed.

"I'll be there soon." he promises, and you grow giddier. "I-" and he wants to cross the line, mutter three worded phrase that would change everything. He'd been learning to be more bold, to focus on the things he could control, and appreciate those things. "I love you." he doesn't have time to think about the repercussions, because it's out, and there's a strong sense of relief that washes over him. You are surprised, but elated. The excitement his words bring you is hard to diminish.

"I love you too." and it comes out as easy as breathing. Probably because you mean it with all of your heart. "I'll see you soon, Mr. Hotchner." you promise, and he's chuckling at your sudden formality, likely a side effect of your newfound nerves at the huge step you'd both taken in your relationship.

"See you soon." you don't bring the phone from your ear until you hear the faint click of the call ending. You exhale shakily, mind running at a mile a minute as your heart seems to double in size. Still, you find this moment is short lived- mind once again on the eerie silence in your apartment. You place your glass down on the counter, coaster be damned as you make your way past the dining room and towards the living room. Sometimes you'd find Piper curled up on the couch, quiet purrs escaping her as she slept contently.

"Piper!" you coo, surprised when you note that she's nowhere to be found. You know that she wasn't outside, you'd made sure before leaving back out that she was comfortable in the house. You follow the layout of your place, the archway that led from the living room back to the foyer is the route you take, heading towards your bedroom as you continuously call for the cat. "Piper, where are you, pretty girl?" you enter your room, hopeful that you'll find her there.

You spot her little paw peeking out of her hideaway and instantly relax. "Oh Piper, you scared me." you let out a shaky sort of giggle as you fully enter your bedroom, feet brushing over the comforting carpet. You kneel just in front of the hideaway, reaching out to pet her. It takes you a few moments to make peace with the fact that she's not rousing. You swallow thickly, a lump growing in your throat as you wiggle her paw. She doesn't move, just as limp as before.

"Piper?" you feel the way your throat constricts, eyes immediately wanting to brim with tears, as you grow frantic. "Oh, please no-" you exclaim, head shaking as you feel a shudder rack through you. You're gentle as you maneuver around the hideaway, hands looping around her small body as you move to pull her out. She's limp, not even the act of you lifting her up enough to make her move. Your glow feels like it's diminished almost instantly, a dark cloud setting in over your head. It seemed a bit silly, panicked over the loss of a cat.

But she was yours, like a daughter to you in the way you cared for her, and made her apart of your routine. She was special, and despite the reputation cats gained for being standoffish and unable to understand human love, you knew that to be wrong. Piper was sweet, a loving cat that curled up beside you every night and followed you like a second shadow. She'd play games of tag with you, chasing you around your apartment as you squealed and screamed for your life.

"Please, please, no-" you're shedding real tears now, they're slipping down your cheeks in a constant succession. "Piper, please wake up!" it's silly, probably. Rocking back and forth with a dead cat in your hand hoping that sheer adoration will be enough to turn back the hands of time. It's certainly not, and the reality crushes you. The first sob is choked, almost like you're holding yourself back, not letting your feelings take full affect. You hadn't prepared yourself at all.

You didn't know what to do.

You think that's when the first swell of sobs begins. They're more ugly wails than anything else, the loud sound echoing through the space in front of you as your arms lower, Piper's body leaning against you as you continued to let your tears flow freely. Your chest tightens, constricting every couple of seconds like you'd suddenly developed chronic heartburn. The pain is a violent assassin, the air around you feeling tight. You think you may be choking on all that you're feeling.

You hate the part of your brain that was constantly in 'Doctor Mode', the side that reminded you that despite your grief, handling a deceased animal like this was a surefire way to get sick. Her body wouldn't start to decompose for at least another day, but you had no real way of knowing just how long she'd actually been dead. You don't move though, until at least your sobs have waned, you know it's not the end of them, but it's a reprieve just for a moment.

You slowly climb to your feet, still clutching Piper as your eyes whip around your bedroom. Your eyes land on her carrier, and the image makes you want to cry all over again. You shut your eyes, allowing yourself to take in a deep breath. It doesn't help. Still, your feet lead you over to the carrier, where you're gently placing Piper. Her vet was only eight minutes up the street, and maybe your ability to dispose of her so quickly was precisely why this was happening to you.

Guilt was loud, too loud. It almost knocked you to your knees as you imagined Piper's fear whilst you were gone. Was she sick? How long had she been? Why hadn't you noticed? Why did you leave her alone? Why weren't you there? You let her down. You had let her down.

You want to curl into a ball, hide under the blankets and cry until you passed out. But, she deserved better. She deserved to not be lugged around like she was some prop, she needed a proper place to rest. Once her carrier is zipped up, you're picking it up by the handles, using your other hand to swipe at the tears still trying to fall. You take the route you'd walked not ten minutes prior, slipping your shoes back on, and grabbing hold of your keys. Aaron still had another forty minutes or so in his drive, you hoped it went by quickly.

You don't think you ever needed him more than now.

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The sobs returned the second you'd walked past the threshold of your house. You sluggishly made your way back to your bedroom. It felt much lonelier now, the house feeling much too big for just you. You think that makes you cry even harder. You're covering your mouth with your hand, hoping that it would be enough to mask the sound of your bawling. You doubt that it does, but you can't do much else. You don't want to go to sleep, you don't want to do anything.

You begin berating your behavior once more in your head, replaying all the ways you'd been a shitty caretaker even though you know it's a bad idea. Your leg shakes under your comforter, the blanket squished underneath your body as you hid your face beneath the blazing heat of your huge blanket. You don't even realize how long you've spent in this space of self-loathing and bitter tears, until you hear the front door's lock shifting out of place. Aaron was here.

"Y/N, sweetheart?" and you want to run to him more than anything. You can't though, because you don't want him to think you're a failure. So you stay put, and you cry a bit more, sniffles growing more audible as you're forced to choke back angry sobs. It doesn't take long for him to make his way towards where you are, and you don't know what he'll say when he finds you looking a mess. You know your mascara has given you racoon eyes, and in your grief, you'd failed to tie a scarf around your head. Your braids would look messy soon.

"Y/N?" and his voice is so soft, soothing, everything you don't deserve now. Your hand clutches a fistful of your shirt, right where your heart rests. "Are you in here, honey?" and you sniffle, an answer all on its own. You barely hear his footsteps, but you feel it when the bed dips just slightly, and you feel it when he gently pulls at your blanket. When he's pulled it back, he's met with the sight of your tear-streaked cheeks. Your nose was runny and raw, and your lip was quivering. It didn't take a profiler to know that you'd been crying, and he frowns.

"Are you alright?" he questions, and his hand reaches out to brush against your cheek and neck, almost like he was checking your temperature. "You've been crying?" and he examines you subtly for any signs of assault or struggle. "Did something happen?" and he knows he keeps asking questions, but he's getting worried.

"P-" and a sob racks through you, your entire body curling in on itself. Your hand is pressing against your mouth again, and your shoulders shake as you began to cry once more. "Piper she-" and your head shakes, hand clenching and unclenching against your shirt. Aaron's eyes dance around your room, and his eyebrows push inwards. He was worried, but determined to be extremely delicate with you, namely by being patient as you got out what you needed to tell him. "Piper's dead." you finally say, shoulders sagging as you weep.

Aaron's examining your face, which gives you a front row seat of the way his face is eclipsed with compassion. "Oh, honey..." his lips pull downwards into a frown, and you know, of course you know it's awkward. What do you realistically say to a person that loses their cat? It's not like any amount of conversation would bring her back. "I'm so sorry...." and usually it sounds empty when anyone offers condolences, but like with most things, Aaron is an exception. "Are you okay? Can you tell me what happened?" he pleads.

And you know that he knows that you're not okay. It's meant to be a stupid question, the obvious one. But you also know that he's giving you the chance to vent, to articulate everything you feel with no judgement. It makes you want to curl into him, and stay wrapped up in his arms until neither of you had any idea where one ended and the other began. "I just-" you have to take a moment to gather yourself, hiccupping blubbers escaping you. "I came home, and I-" your voice cracks harshly. "She was just gone. I don't-" you shake your head.

"I don't know what happened." you express, and Aaron's sympathetic, and he hates seeing you like this. Every time you cry it makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand upright. He supposed that came with loving you, an innate desire to protect you, and keep the bad things out. He'd only ever seen you in this state a handful of times, mostly when things went wrong at the hospital and you lost a patient. He had to get to you before you started blaming yourself for something that completely out of your control.

He didn't know much, but he did know your love for Piper, and how deep it ran. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that you'd never do something to put her in harm's way, you'd never do anything to hurt her. And he wants to pull you into his arms and tell you everything will be alright, he wants to be there to anchor you down. To ground you in the midst of all these swimming and overwhelming emotions trying to fight for the upper hand. He wanted to be there for you.

"Is there anything that you need from me?" he asks gently, grief was harsh, it came in ripples and waves. It was gut-punching, it could be loud and then silent. Sneaky and then outright. It was a process, and whether anyone else thought so, if you needed to grieve the life of your pet, you should. Who was he to ever get in the way? He's gently rubbing his thumb over your cheek, your tears splattering as you kept the duvet pulled up to your chin, as you stared him down. He figured you must have been deep in thought.

It takes a moment for you to reply, and he's fine with the silence. You're tears haven't stopped, but they've grown more quiet. Silent tears that pool and trickle down his wrist and onto the blanket. You soon take in a shaky puff of air as you sit up. Aaron's patient as ever, watching as you pull your legs from underneath the blanket, crawling until you were sitting on his lap. There's no sexual undertone to your movements, you don't want to fool around, you just want to be close.

Your head rests against him, eyes closing as his arms envelop you. "Can you just stay with me?" you ask, and he's already nodding his head. You both knew it was an impossible request. At any moment you could get paged, or he could get a call about a new case. The world didn't stop all because you were grieving, but for one second you both could pretend. He could stay right here with you, and you could love him, and not feel so overwhelmed by all your sadness.

"I'm not going anywhere." he mutters, and he's reaching for your hand. His easily dwarfs your own, but it's still just as comfortable, letting your palms press against his own. "I have never lost a cat before-" and he's treading lightly, wanting more than anything to help you and not harm you. "But I did lose a pet when I was younger." he expresses, and your interest is peaked, just slightly.

"What type of pet?" you ask faintly, and you're squeezing his hand in your own. He knows that it's comforting you so he says nothing about the tight pinch of his fingers pressing together.

"He was a golden retriever actually." Aaron replies, "Nothing was particularly wrong with him. He was fed well, taken care of, treated like one of the family..." he proceeds, and you involuntarily hold your breath as you listen. "But one day he just... he just went." Hotch proceeds, "And when you're a little kid that's not in the best environment, a staple like a pet dog is important. Losing him was like losing the only bit of sanity I could cling to. Does that make sense?"

Your head nods, and you squeeze his hand again to show him you care. "And surprisingly enough, I found myself crying over it. Mourning this dog, an animal that was part of the family, but of course, was not my family member." he continues, and his chin rests on the top of your head. "The point is, him being a dog didn't make it hurt any less when he left. It's okay to be upset about Piper, she was important to you, special even." he whispers. "And you did a great job giving her all the love you possibly could." his eyes close then.

"I need you to know that it wasn't your fault. And keeping yourself up with thoughts of 'what ifs'." it's his turn to squeeze your hand this time. "And those moments where you... didn't want to play, or wanted to be left alone are not what she remembered when she passed on." he insists, and he won't take any arguments on the matter. "You gave her five amazing years, and whether science backs it up or not, she knew how much you loved her." he insists. "You might not believe it today, but I hope that you do in time." and he kisses your forehead.

It's butterfly inducing, and makes you cling all the more to him. "You're not by yourself." he adds, and you're glad to know it. You peel back, eyes locking with his, and they're glassy. You hate seeing such a grief-stricken look on his face, at your sake no less. It makes you lean forward and kiss him, in the hopes you'd manage to kiss it away. He kisses back instantly, and you're still sad, you probably will be for a long while, but you don't feel as lonely as you did an hour ago.

"I love you." you mumble the second you've pulled back, and this time there's no phone. His eyes are swirling with so many thoughts and feelings of his own, but you need him to know you mean it, and likely always will. You couldn't imagine anyone else being here with you like this now, nobody else that would care enough to grieve with you. He gives you a half smile, and kisses you once more, a much deeper kiss that makes you lightheaded and dizzy. Of course he had that effect.

"I love you too." and you're happy that he hasn't left you hanging. Your fingers trace his collarbones and cheeks, moving to cup his face with your right hand. You kiss him again, this time just long enough to get the message across. When you pull back, your head is finding it's place back on his chest, and his arms move up and down, rubbing gentle circles against your back, as he cranes his neck to kiss your head. It makes your stomach flutter, but it makes you want to cry too.

He leaves three gentle pecks on the top of your head, moving to kiss your cheek, before he's looping his arms around your waist with a palpable amount of admiration. He plants a sweet kiss on your shoulder, and mimic this action by offering him a kiss of your own. "Thank you." you exhale, and you mean it so wholeheartedly.

"You don't need to thank me, Y/N. We take care of each other, mon amour, remember?" and he recites your earlier words back to you. It makes you cling to him much tighter, tears returning to your lashline as Aaron pulls you even closer to him. "If you need to cry a little bit more, go right ahead. I'm right here." so you do.

Grief was a lot, it could be paralyzing, debilitating, and outright traumatic, but you knew even if it didn't feel that way now, in time you'd be okay. Part of you felt like you had Aaron to thank for that.

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yamis-ramblings · 3 years

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I would like to share my pokemon headcanons with you, tumblr. And I would like to do so for the Sinnoh characters with the order of who I have thought about the most over the last 13-14 years.

Let's start then, ans you'll see exactly how much this generation has haunted me since then instantly.

Cyrus (yup, that's how we're starting. This one isn't actually a headcanon, it's a full on theory I've had for YEARS, but it's slowly been and is being validated by pokemon itself. But here's the incredibly butchered summary version):

--- Cyrus' childhood wasn't easy. He was different from the other kids, likely neurodivergent imo.

--- his parents were neglectful, and he found comfort in space, robots, and tech, all info we get from his grandpa

--- Cyrus dealt with physical and emotional abuse, but eventually something would bring a light. He'd eventually meet a rotom, and they'd become fast friends.

---- Cyrus would later record the events with the rotom in an old journal you can find in the "rotom room" in platinum via an event exclusive key. This journal, Charon's notes, and the Rotom notes are all here. The journal is incredibly similar to Cyrus' way of speaking, and helps prove that he DOES have emotions, he simply surpresses them- likely out of truama. The journal states the writer and the rotom will be friends throughout their lives, but...

--- Something would happen between Cyrus and the rotom, and while I couldn't tell you what, it likely at least partially helped lead to how he became. Of course, his childhood definitely was a major factor, but I can't imagine all the poor man went through to get to where he is.

--- actually, I can. I relate. Scarily. Not these days, but, maybe that's why I can humanize him more than others.

Anyways. Enough rambling about my beloved depressed caffine addict. Let's get into what people really want. The fun stuff.

Riley:

--- Lucario and him have been together since they were children, as is tradition with Aura Guardians.

--- Riley is much better with aura than he wants you to believe, and he's not the last of his kind or anything like people used to theorize. He's no master, but he and his Lucario could do some insane stuff with aura alone.

---- Riley lost his first match against Cynthia because he was too busy crushing on her.

--- He's not Sir Aaron's descendant, infact Sir Aaron was never real. Rather, Sir Aaron is to Guardians what King Arthur is to us westerners. He' a legendary figure that their culture idolizes, but in Aaron's case he's not... genuienly a bad person sometimes.

--- As a child, Riley was Aaron's BIGGEST fan. He knew about all the legends, he could recite poems, myths, anything on the spot. It drove some guardians his age mad, but the elders found it endearing. His master, however, found it very notable.

--- And she should have, because Aaron's legends would inspire Riley as a guardian. He had an outfit custom made after his hero's, and his goal was to be as heroic as Sir Aaron, to inspire others and to protect those who couldn't fend for themselves. To be the embidiment of an aura guardian, and to do so proudly.

--- On the other hand when he first met Cheryl and the two had their first battle, he nearly lost because he was crushing hard. Before or after Cynthia, idk, but he's just a giant sofite. Little does he know this goes both ways sometimes...

---- Met Volkner and Flint a few years before his journey, and the three became fast friends. Their group chats are basically filled with Flint and Volkner being morons together while Riley laughs. First thing he did when arriving in Sinnoh was head to Sunnyshore to surprise them, before they flew him back to Oreburgh where he met Roark and Byron.

Cynthia:

---- Barely cleans her room because she's too hyperfixated on battles, mythology, and trying to figure out how to see Giritina again cause that shit was cool.

--- Because of this, Darach is always getting on her case but is barely ever heard. She drives him insane, yet Caitlin finds it endearing.

--- Drinks so much coffee in the morning that both Buck and Flint are convinced she's a zombie.

---- She's gone so often that functionally, Lucian is the champion when it comes to running everything. He doesn't mind too much, it lets him have *something* to do considering most challengers don't even make it to him league-wise, and outside of the league he's read eveything at the Canalave library like five times.

---- Officially meets Riley through Volkner and Flint, and they actually become good friends via a shared interest in history and legends. She then met Cheryl later via Dawn and Lukas, and they also become fast friends.

---- Actually an airhead and a dork, but you'd never know it.

---- Lost to Riley because he was "unfairly cute"

--- Cheryl got a "her hair is distractingly soft looking!"

Cheryl:

--- Poor girl prpbably asked 5 other travellers before Dawn/Lukas agreed to travel with her. She probably wasn't too confident in her new travelling companion at first, but she'd seen Mira absolutely demolish everything in the forest earlier so she knew better than to judge trainers by their age.

---- Gets asked if she's a grass specialist a lot. Gardenia asked it too, which made Cheryl question if she should change her style. She tried a more pink and pastel style for a day but felt horribly uncomfortable in anything but a cozy green and decided that dressing the same as a chosen type or pokemon is a worn out trope and she shouldn't have to conform with people's views. Gardenia just. Nodded along.

--- During her first battle with Riley, she lost because she was crushing hard.

---- lost to Cynthia because the same reason. These morons can'y help that they're bi as fuck.

---- Grew up with her Blissey, and knows how to treat most wounds. She's helped a lot of people on her travels, and talk about the "forest nurse" gets around.

---- she's not actually scared of ghosts, as shown by her Driftblim. She's more so scared of the dark and what could be lurking in it. Eterna forest is a rather dark and gloomy place, and the old chateau doesn't help. Her mind races when she's in places like this, and it gets the better of Cheryl.

Volkner:

--- Frontman for an indie punk band.

---- Can be quite cheery and upbeat, but gets bored and depressed easily. He wasn't bragging when he said he'd not had any fun, challenging battles in a long time; Volkner is infamous for being as strong as the E4 themselves. He could have easily had a spot, but turned it down in favour of the ability to continue working on Sunnyshore's tech.

---- He hates how Jubilife calls itself the most modern city in Sinnoh. He believes most of what Jubilife has is simply commercialized fluff. He's proud of Synnyshore, and it's completely justified. He's put in the work to make it such a great city.

--- but what truly annoys him is how despite Jubilife's claims, Sunnyshore is more advanced. He often will scoff when someone tells him how great Jubilife's tech is, and just state how Jubilife is simply contibuting to a worsening enviromental problem. Something he and Sunnyshore are actually striving to fix.

--- Despite his tone when this happens, most people will agree with him. You don't tell the guy who's brought a city into a new era, that his city is behind the times.

--- Volkner also likes to help local businesses over chains. He'll order out from small resteraunts, shop locally, etc.,

--- He is also a major nerd, btw.

Flint:

--- Flint is the drummer for the same indie punk band Volkner sings for.

---- Flint is a bit of a goofball, but he's pretty damn wise.

--- When Volkner's having a down day, it's often Flint that'll say something that manages to cheer him up.

--- Flint is also a big food guy. He's the other reason Volkner buys from local resteraunts, because he can't stand most chain food. But good local food, made from the heart? Flint loves it. Its so diverse, so unique, and he'll often go off on tangents about what makes up the food.

--- He also is an excellent cook himself. He dreams of opening a resteraunt of his own when he retires, and he swears he'll make the best food Sinnoh has ever seen.

Fantina:

---- Fantina didn't just move to Sinnoh for the contests originally. She was absolutely fascinated with the culture, architecture, history, and just everything.

--- While she may seem to scream "Kalosian", Fantinia actually has a collection of casual outfits that are very much sinnovian, and she has various sinnovian dresses and the like. She simply knows what people like from her as a leader and as a contest star, and that's her unique, fabulous way.

--- Fantina is also a medium, but this is little known. On top of that, she's a math prodigy but she never had the heart or passion for math. Her parents had sonewhat hoped she'd be a physicist, but they supported her on her career choice all the same.

---- Fantina may seem like the type to love to eat out fancy, and while she certainly enjoys it... she can't ignore the siren call of a simple fast food meal.

--- She also has a giant plushy collection, just so you know.

Barry:

--- This child has ADHD and you cannot change my mind.

---- Barry had an inferiority complex for a long time. Its why he'd go to any length to be stronger than Lucas and Dawn, it's why he wanted to get the journey started so quick, why he wanted to take Galactic on and for Rowan to shut up. He's lived in his father's shadow for so long, a shadow that was never even visible, let alone reachable.

--- His father wasn't exactly estranged. He was just... busy. He would come home as often as he could, but it was still hard for Barry. In truth, his goal of becoming stronger than his father wasn't to escape his shadow. It was to prove a point. It eas gettinf back at him.

--- Barry cried when he won against his father for the first time. Everything he felt for so long was just... released. He was in his later teens to mid 20's at this point, and had been training for so long. He and his dad had a moment together, and Barry finally began to move forward; while Palmer vowed to be there properly for him. After all, it was Barry's battle tower now.

--- the first time Barry's emotions spilled out like this was when Jupiter beat him. It's why he rushed off and was absent for so long. He had to deal with a lot. It was during this time that Wake properly took him in as student. Barry had asked one last time, and seeing him so distraught and knowing the effect his old friend had on the kid... he couldn't help it. Barry ended up venting to Wake, and the two went on to train as hard as possible before they heard about spear pillar, and Barry rushed to the side of his best friends.

---- Chose Chimchar as his starter.

Dawn:

--- Between her and Lucas, she's the menace. But not in an unhinged chaotic way, more in a subtle, calculated way. She's the type to absolutsly destroy a battlefield in a fight JUST to look cool. However she's also very polite and kind.

---- She's a poffin baking expert, but not so good at growing the berries. She gets Lucas's help for that.

---- Cynthia offered her the title of champion, but she turned it down. Howeved Cynthia clarified; she'd be Champion in title.only, as Cynthia couldn't just hand off an entire functioning region/league to a child. Dawn thought it over, and agreed. Litte did she know that as she got older she'd be helping wjth the legal stuff anyways.

--- Sassy, but in a fun way.

---- Chose Piplup as her starter.

Lucas:

--- The brains of the trio, and the strategist. However he also had a habit of overthinking everything. During the Galactic event he broke that, and showed how frightening his tactics can be.

--- The others.joke about him retiring as a kid due to how he's decided to live a laid back life. He's actually quite often helping professor Rowan with his research. Otherwise he's likely tending to his berry garden, or just vibing with his pokemon.

--- Chose Turtwig as a starter.

Rowan:

--- This man mentored basically every other professor. That's not a headcanon, I'm just stating an observation.

--- Old friends eith Magnolia. The two used to send letters to eachother for a while, but only because Rowan refused to get a phone. Eventually Lucas convinced him he needed one if the two were gonna do field research together, and he quickly got a hold of Magnolia's number.

--- He was surprised to learn Sonia took over for Magnolia, but pleased as well. Even more so when he heard of Sonia taking on a student. He promptly offered to mentor the two anytime, and Magnolia found that such a brilliant idea that she arranged a date for Sonia and Hop to visit Rowan's lab.

--- Probably like, 400 years old. Fairly confident he's an immortal being observing the human realm and making sure we come to understand the right knowledge.

---- Chief of the Council of Trees.

---- Takes on a grandparent role for every young menace he finds. Complains about it, but actually likes it. He knew the moment he saw Dawn, Lucas, and Barry that they were special. They had the same spark in their eyes that Cynthia had when she was a teenager who visited his lab.

--- Cynthia was the first to complete his pokedex. She did it before even becoming champion. Really its just a formality at this point, but Rowan knows there's always the chance to learn more.

--- Probably saw through Cyrus' facade immediately. He could tell Cyrus had a heart and cared, and was suffering. But he could also tell it was too late. He would later warn Sycamore to "pick Lysandre up before he falls too far into his own hell". Sycamore came to him to apologize for his failure, but Rowan made certain his student knew he did his best, and he was proud nonetheless, and heartbroken to see another brilliant mind gone.

Palmer:

--- Basically Ging from HxH

---- Great sense of humour, only person in the region who can beat Cynthia with relative ease more often than not.

---- He loves his son dearly, and hates himself for what his distance has caused.

---- Literally just goes to Snowpeak temple to "borrow" Regigigas. Candice hates it, but Palmer actually has a god listen to him and he's the strongest trainer in the region, so she can't exactly stop him.

---- No, he's not Minato Namikaze from Naruto. In pokemon, Minato Namikaze is designed after him.

Crasher Wake:

--- Palmer's childhood friend, and a purehearted man who strives to be the best he can

--- Much stronger than his gym placement would have you believe, but he prefers it that way.

--- Maylene's mentor, and she kicked the shit out of him enough for him to not want anything to do with Barry- not even considering what Barry's father means for Barry's potential

--- Saved his pokemon from water-based accidsnts, and has bonded with them greatly.

Mars:

--- Met Cyrus in high school/college

--- She also saw through Cyrus' facade, and genuinely thought he could get better. She still believes so, even after Galactic's collapse and recreation via Saturn as an energy company (canon btw). However she's accepted the truth, and she's moved on and reclaimed her life, feeling remorse for her actions. She now works as an indie fashion designer, while doing pokemon welfare work on the side.

--- She's gained quite a large following, and her identity is no secret. Many people despise her, but many more understand that she was also a victim, and that she's grown. In a world where Saturn has reworked Galactic's image, she's found a place to live a happy life.

Caitlin:

--- Didn't realize her spot in the frontier would be so much work, and that's why Darach does everything.

--- At this point in time she's much more childish, and doesn't understand the world as well. She was often secluded from the world, and part of that was the absolute exhaustion she felt all the time. She just never felt the energy to do anything.

--- She was only starting to realize that it had something to do with her slumbering (heh) psychic powers. In a sense, her powers had a lot to do with dreams. But she could do other things.

--- At this point in time however, Caitlin was effectively Cynthia's guest. Which she was mostly content with, but for a period of time she did end up participating in the Frontier herself, before the Unovan E4 came calling.

Lucian:

--- This man literally keeps everything running

--- The league would be in shambles if not for Lucian

--- Everyone else goes who the fuck knows where and Lucian is left to do everything while Bertha has a nap.

--- He also has style, and he knows it. And he deserves to, because this man is fucking beautiful.

-- But he is rather humble. He can come across as pretentious, but he doesn't mean to, he just speaks that way naturally.

--- He's really a kind person, and a little known fact? He's the pianist for Volkner and Flint's band.

Saturn:

--- Likely Cyrus' biggest threat other than himself. He was never informed about the true nature of Cyrus' plan, while Mars and Jupiter were (I believe this is canon)

--- That's because Saturn didn't fall for Cyrus' charm. Saturn was simply an observer, he was as close to a neutral party as you get in Galactic (look over his dialogue closesly. I used to think Saturn was a bastard but.... he's really not)

---- If Saturn knew about Cyrus' true plan, it's likely he would have tried to stop Cyrus. And Saturn would have been a threat in two ways: His strength and cunning, and his words. Cyrus knows deep down he has feelings, he knows he cares for his pokemon, and he knows he can be happy. But he's in denial he's traumatized. And Saturn's words could either cut through that, or use that fact. Point it out. Validate it. Make it clear it's not wrong to be traumatized, but this is too far.

--- After Cyrus' dissapearance and Charon's stupid ass bullshit, Saturn would go on to rework Galactic into a proper energy company like he believed it always should have been. He turns a new leaf, and starts over (talk to Saturn in the post game after everything at the Galactic HQ- I believe that's where he is- he states this is his plan, and he realizes what happened was wrong. How he was.basically just observing, but how Cyrus has so many people.fooled. Saturn may be morally grey, but he's surprisingly close to morally good.)

Looker:

--- Looker was actually a rather new agent in Sinnoh. That' why he told Lukas and Dawn everything, and why he seemed so incompotent.

--- He did not have the legal ability to arrest Charon, and was forced to release him (real interpol can't arrest people)

--- Fantinia taught him the Sinnovian he was missing after the events.

--- He had a rivalry with Saturn during the Galactic events

Gardenia:

---- Has contemplated blocking off the old chateau, but she knows the city would get on her case.

---- She loves the forest, but that damn building is awful to walk by on the way in and out

---- She tries to preserve as much of Eterna's history as possible. It's hard though, with all the old records missing.

--- She was about to storm Galactic's building herself when she heard it had already been done by Lukas and Dawn. She was more than excited to battle the trainers who kicked Galactic out.

Candice:

---- She has the best cold tolerance out of the league, aside from Cynthia. And that bothers her because it's as if Cynthia just doesn't care about temperature. She literally went to alola wearing a heavy winter coat and Candice just didn't understand.

---- She finds watching trainers struggle with her gym puzzle amusing

---- She's got a fashion rivalry with Mars.

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