#sync pair scouts

[9823678]

[pokemon-leggins-arcoos]

FINALLY

[jils-things]

so i listened to all his voicelines last night

[ambidexedition]

cynthia steven and lance.....

[illdothehotvoice]

Pokemas could be SO kind to me right now if it wanted to sorry Volo

[anguis-sapphire]

Not bad for 125 gems, I think ^-^

[sweet-herba-mystica-archive]

Lmao love Pokemon Masters but also sad that the co-op mode is so unused that I don't get matched with anyone when I play

[books-are-my-life-stuff]

I FINALLY GOT HIM!! AND HE BROUGHT ALONG 5 OTHER 5-STARS?? THAT'S NUTS (I hope this doesn't mean I will have bad lucks for the next banners oh god)

Instant EX because of his banger theme song and, pastel pink definitely suits him the most.

[writtensturn]

enamored | m.s

PAIRING : matt sturniolo x fem!reader

GENRE : fluff! bsf matt, love interest.

SUMMARY : matt and his bestfriend learn to know more about their feelings.. with eachother.

!WARNINGS! : use of y/n & cursing.

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y/n and matt have been bestfriends for years, they met in highschool and haven’t gotten close until senior year. after that they’ve spent of their time together, she got along great with his two other brothers nick and chris who she treated like her own. when their youtube career took off and they moved out to california, the two were a little crushed since they always hung out. it started off as y/n saving enough to fly out and spend weeks with them to matt buying her business class tickets and having her stay even longer, sometimes she gets spoiled with first class. a couple weeks into her staying at the sturniolos her and matt went out for icecream.

“no don’t do that” she smacked his hand from touching the radio volume

“im just saying there’s better artists than tyler the creator” matt’s voice echoed back to her, and with that she gasped.

“so you mean like mac miller” she scouted out his favorite artist getting under his skin as they drive to the store

“exactly” his attitude shot back at her with a small smirk

“uh no by better you mean frank ocean, daniel ceaser, and mm maybe childish gambino. oh! don’t forget about the love of my life dominic fike” y/n said back to him quickly her smile growing bigger as she spoke

“and that’s where i keep my mouth shut” matt added back, before pulling into a spot infront of ralph’s. her and matt got out of the car as she walked around the front, her steps aligned with his walking in sync. her eyes looked up to the moon and how it shined down on the two, matt and her walked in the doors him heading to the frozen isles knowing exactly where it is while she was still getting used to the town. the two walked down the isles and he stoped infront of the ice cream.

“uhhh” matt managed to get through his lips as he looked cluelessly at the many flavors and combinations, he spotted one of her favorites and moved to open the door to grabbed it.

“take this” he said not looking aiming for her arms, having her moving forward so she could take it from him. she looked at the flavor of ben and jerry’s and smiled while shaking her head, knowing it was her favorite. matt continued to look his eyes wondering to figure out what he wanted.

“cmon slow poke i don’t have all night” she said fixing her stance and letting a breath out

“yeah what better do you have to do” matt said grabbing his half baked and pushed her shoulder to start walking out of the isle with his hands on her shoulders, as he walked slowly behind her.

“uhh i don’t know anything but that” she smiled as she walked to the self checkout, she scanned her ice cream holding in her head before grabbing matt’s from his hands and scanning it. she pressed everything while matt took his wallet out from his back pocket and got out his card, she quickly swatted his hand.

“you flew me out let me pay for once” she groaned as matt’s eyes looked into hers

“no” he said back sternly, and that was the end of discussion. he tapped his card, grabbing the receipt leaving her annoyed. they walked out moving back to his car, once she opened the door and sat in matt started it and pulled out. she watched his hands as he pulled into a spot further back where there weren’t a lot of cars or lights, she put on frank ocean humming around as she took the spoons they took from the house out of the cup holder and opened the top of her ice cream, and m took a couple bites.

“close my eyes and fall into you, you. my god shes giving me pleasure” she sung softly, she turned to feel matt’s gaze on her. she looked at the way his hair fell perfectly above his eyes, his blues staring into her own. she feels a feeling in her stomach she’s never felt with matt before, she lets in a shaken breath.

“what” she let out softly loud enough for matt to hear

“you just” he said letting out a content sigh as he tilted his head and his hand came up from his lap and was placed on her chin, wiping off a drip of ice cream on her lip. as matt’s thumb ran across her lip, her expression immediately dropped her heart beginning to beat a little faster and that feeling in her stomach growing. maybe it was the music, or the late hour but suddenly her world fell around him.

“matt” she whispered again as he hand fell from her face returning to his side

“hm” he replied softly his eyes pouring into hers again

“um” she shook her head with a smile trying to shake off the feeling as she leans over the arm rest, wiping some of the chocolate from his face. matt let out a small laugh, his eyes never leaving hers. she watched his expression turn serious his head tilting as they were inches apart, she watches him flutter his eyes at her before licking his bottom lip.

“can i kiss you.” matt’s voice moved to her ears, a pit in her stomach started to form. her lips parted, his question shocking her. all the years they’ve been friends they’ve never once been intimate, had a moment or took anything seriously. sure they were hugs and soft cuddles but this, never.

“yes.” she whispered back at him, her eyes flickering from his to his soft pink lips that moved against hers. his hand came up to rest on her waist, hers moving to his face. it was sweet and warm, as she pulled away she looked at him with a smile, quickly turning into a laugh.

“matt” she shook her head leaning back into her seat

“what” he smiled back “i’ve wanted to do that for the longest time” he shook his head looking down into his lap

“you should’ve just-“ she was caught up by his subtle quick moves leaning over her and kissing her quickly again, and again.

“matt!” she was able to mutter threw his quick kisses, laughing at his lips on hers moving to her cheek and coming back to lay against hers again this time for longer and more gentle.

“god i love you” he said leaning his forehead against hers, the relief of letting it out. they’ve said i love yous before but this time was way different, it wasn’t quick and over the phone or saying goodbye it was in the moment.

“so what do you want this to be” she let out a small laugh under her breath as her eyes looked up into his as he left more space between them.

“whatever you want this to be” shooting his sweet smile back at her making her smile even more.

(do you guys want this as a series)

[jadeazora]

A new message from the Masters team is out!

Starting Aug1, you'll be able to invite lono as a Guest to the Trainer Lodge, if you've teamed up with lono & Bellibolt first.

They've made adjustments to improve the Main Story's PML Arc by revising its number of battles, as well as its overall rewards. As a result, you'll now be able to obtain around 15,000 more Gems and get loads of items for training as rewards by completing the PML Arc. (If you've completed it already, it'll just give you the items and gems automatically.)

A Sync Pair Scout will become available for 72 hours only once you complete the Champion Stadium on Normal and unlock Hard Lv. 1 difficulty. This Sync Pair Scout includes Fair-Exclusive Sync Pairs that are available up to Jun16. By using this Sync Pair Scout x11, you can receive lots of useful bonus items for raising up Sync Pairs. If you've already unlocked Hard Lv. 1, the scout will become available for 72 hours once you log in starting July 31, 2024, so please check it out!

New story content titled A Leader's Role, a Challenger's Struggle will be added as the final entry to the Mysterious Stones Chapter on Aug1! Lance trains with Alder and Clair in preparation for a tournament. Once Benga arrives, he tells the three Trainers that they haven't been thru enough! You'll need to have collected a total of 900 Mysterious Stones to unlock this story's area.

Story Event Ultra Beast Meet-and-Greet will begin on Jul31! This event will have a new format. By collecting Event Points as you complete battles, you can obtain various rewards.

Here's their overviews, starting with Elio and Stakataka, a Rock-type Support Sync Pair, with their EX Role being Sprint. One of their Passive Skills raises their Defense and Sp. Def by six stat ranks the first time they use a Trainer move each battle, making them an extremely durable Sync Pair. In addition, they can create Alola Circle (Defensive) by using a Trainer move and create a Rock Zone by using their Buddy Move. On top of that, another Passive Skill of theirs can raise all allies' Attack and Sp. Atk by one stat rank when Elio (Alt.) & Stakataka activate a field effect. Their Ultra Endurance! Trainer move restores all allies' HP by approximately 20% of their maximum HP and applies the Gradual Healing effect to all allies.

And now Selene and Nihilego, a Rock-type Strike Sync Pair. Their EX Role is Tech. One of their Passive Skills can lower all opponents' Sp. Def by two stat ranks and leave them poisoned when they use their Acid Move. Also, their Nihil Meteor Beam Buddy Move gets more powerful the more the target's Sp. Def is lowered, and it can lower the target's Sp. Def by one stat rank when the opponent is poisoned or badly poisoned (combined with their Passive Skill, Sp. Def is actually lowered by two stat ranks). Note that their Buddy Move makes them get ready to attack. Using this move again will cause them to leave this posture and attack all opponents, but when a circle applies to the allied field of play, the preparation period will be skipped and they'll attack right away. They can use their Trainer move to create Alola Circle (Special) too.

The mention a new Legendary Gauntlet, a new Ultimate Battle, and the return of the Sinnoh VA events for mid-August.

Next update/message comes out late-August.

Edit, here is the event schedule:

[cozzzynook]

TFP Shockop Angst Anon back with more angst.

It has been a few months since Optimus find out he was sparked with twins. Despite Rachet's reassurance that he will keep the truth about the Sire a secret and that he had everything prepared it did so little to calm Optimus nerves. With a heavy sigh the Prime quietly walked down the hallway lost in thought about what he was going to do and what he was going to say to everyone when he can no longer hide his carrying or his sparklings. Carefully placing a servo over his chest he let out a gentle hum he could faintly feel his bitties sparks beat in sync with his own. He gave a small smile before placing the servo on his tanks the bump was small meaning hiding it was easy but he knew with time it would be a lot bigger at the protoforms develop.

"Oh! Optimus!" A familiar voice called out making the Prime turn around with a smile "Greetings Prowl how was the scouting mission with Jazz and Ironhide?" Optimus slowed his stride allowing the police mech catch up who was carrying a stack of data pads likely on his way to his office. "It was fine, however Jazz got his pede tangled in some lose wires and ended up spraining his ankle." Prowl gave a tired sigh but he had a small smile on his face. Optimus gave a low hum giving his own smile "Glad to see everything is fine and I wish Jazz a quick recovery, I know how much you two care for each other" Prowl's door wings gave a quick flutter as the police mech lowered his gaze hiding the slight flush on his face before gazing back up at Optimus. "If I may ask sir, are you doing well?" The police bot's visor dimmed in concern "You seem to be in pain..."

Prowl was in in fact right, ever since they started talking Optimus has felt a sickly burning in both his spark and tanks that grew more intense with each passing moment. With a slight wince he braced himself agents the wall with a servo shocking Prowl who was already rushing to his side helping the Prime to stay steady. "I-I might need to see Ratchet...something is wrong" He let out a hiss as pain suddenly shot through his spine and into his tanks making the larger mech shake as he struggled to remain standing. "Right, On it..." Prowl had already pulled out his Comm link and judging by the sudden yelling on Ratchet's side it seemed it will only be a few minutes before the medic arrived. Meanwhile Optimus shut his optics as another wave of pain washed through his frame, He also prayed that it was just a old wound acting up again and not something happing to his sparklings.

Couple hours passed and Prowl was still guarding the Med-Bay due to ratchet's orders, thankfully Jazz had hobbled out of his hab to join up with the police bot despite Prowl telling him he should be resting. "So, what happened...you said he suddenly looked pale then...collapsed?" The black and white mech looked at the police bot while carefully leaning on the wall not putting any weight on his wounded ankle. Prowl let out a sigh flicking his door wings anxiously "Yes, we where just talking about the scouting mission then...Prime was bracing himself on the wall holding his chest where his spark was." The police bot then turned looking at Jazz with a worried look "You don't think The Matrix is rejecting him or..." Prowl lowered his helm as Jazz carefully placed a servo on his partners shoulder "Nah, I don't think so Prowler otherwise Optimus would be his old self. Besides I know Prime is a lot stronger than we give him credit for" Jazz gave a warm smile trying to comfort his partner, Prowl gave a small smile before placing a servo on Jazz's servo. "I know...I'm just worried about-" Prowl suddenly stopped speaking when the sound of muffled crying came from the Med-Bay. The pair looked at each other with a shocked expression unsure what they were hearing was just a illusion or really happing. "Is that a sparkling crying or is my audials playing tricks on me?"

Prowl suddenly whipped around when the Med-bay doors opened allowing a less grumpy Ratchet to leave. "Alright you two, you can go back to your habs now, and Jazz don't think I won't be keeping an optic on you" Jazz gave a nod but crossed his arms still having a confused look, Prowl wasn't any better the police bot looked like he had a thousand questions to ask all at once. "Wait, wait Ratchet what happened? What's going on? Is Optimus alright? We swear we heard a sparkling or two" Ratchet gave a grumble quickly scanning the hallway outside his bay for any spying bots before answering the police bot's burning questions. "Yes that was a sparkling you heard twins exactly. And yes Optimus was sparked but he is fine...the sparklings decided to arrive much earlier than they were supposed too. As for now don't tell anyone Optimus doesn't want to cause panic while he recovers." Prowl let out a sigh seemly thankful that his worries were for nothing. "Understood Doc bot, we'll keep our intakes shut. Oh and tell Optimus me and Prowler send our get well wishes for him and his bitties" Jazz had a wide smile who was already dragging Prowl away from his guard post and down towards the hall likely on their way to his hab. Once they were out of sight Ratchet re-entered the Med-Bay with a sigh as he went to check on Optimus and the sparklings.

Optimus was laying on med berth with a sombre look on his face. Carefully he turned his gaze to look at the now two tiny sparklings that lay sleeping in a medical cradle with small wires carefully attached to their sparks. Despite their plating still being light grey hints of colour have started forming giving them a splotchy look. Optimus gave a smile as he carefully placed his servo on the glass of the cradle imagining the day he would be able to hold them in his arms when they are big enough. "How are you feeling Optimus?" Ratchet spoke quietly trying not to wake up the bitties from their nap. "Tired and a little sore, other than that I'm fine old friend..." The Prime turned to give the medic a smile before gazing back at his sparklings. Ratchet gave a low hum in agreement before pulling out a data pad and reading through it it quickly "Well the test results look promising, despite being early and small I see no complications with the sparklings. Hopefully in a few weeks to a month they can leave the Med-bay and start living as normal bitties." Ratchet placed his data pad back onto his desk before turning to look at Optimus "Oh and Jazz and Prowl send their wishes...they also promised not to tell anyone else until you're ready " Optimus let out a sigh thankful that his bitties would be okay and that there wouldn't be a mess to clean up while he recovers. "I...just wish their Sire was here to meet them...it just feels...wrong not telling him about them" Optimus lowered his gaze while Ratchet gave a low grumble seemly disapproving "Optimus, we both know the Shockwave you knew before and the Shockwave now are not the same mech...It would be pointless to try and inform him that he Sired sparklings, let alone risky" The red and blue mech lowered his helm while his finnals drooped as his sparked beat painfully. "I Know, a part of me just wishes things were different" He let out another sigh before he laying back on the berth still unable to look Ratchet in the optic. The medic gave a low grumble glancing between the new carrier and the sparklings, suddenly an idea popped into his helm hoping it would lighten the mood a little. "Well, what are you going to name the little troublemakers?" Ratchet gave a playful smirk "If they are anything like you we are going to have our servos full" Optimus gave a soft chuckle before pausing to think for a long moment. "Hmm...what do you think about Cliffjumper and Bumblebee?" Ratchet gave smile before answering "Naming them after your favourite heroes in those fantasy novels you like to read I see?" Optimus gave a bashful expression making Ratchet let out a quiet laugh "I think they suit them just fine"

(I want to give a bit of a hurt/comfort vibe at the end. Hope you enjoyed :> )

Oh my gosh i am in love

[kitashousewife]

loved you better

an: this is sort of based off of sad by lany. this is also extremely based on my real life! clearly this is me healing

pairings: timeskip!atsumu x fem!reader

warnings: angst tons of angst, fluffy ending, breakups, mentions of cheating, v brief mentions of sex (no smut), fighting (verbal), alcohol mentions/consumption, i think that's all

wc: it’s longer, i wasn’t able to get an accurate # but over 2k

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it's been three years since atsumu has seen you. one hundred and fifty-six weeks, and just over a thousand days. he's thought about you from time to time, but the feelings and memories are a lot heavier when he visits home.

laying on the floor in his childhood home, his thoughts spin around, playing out past events on the bare ceiling above him. they're vivid, almost tangible. visions of a young osamu chasing him through the house, ones of himself on the kitchen counter, feet swinging as he watches ma cook, but most of them involve you.

things weren't always tough.

atsumu met you in high school. bumping into each other one day, both too nervous to introduce yourselves. similar schedules led to the two of you passing each other every day during your first year. finally, right as the end of the year rolled around, the two of you exchanged numbers.

an entire summer of texting, surface-level conversations about your lives wrapped up into a nervous reunion. now second years, both of you had changed in many ways from your last encounter. atsumu, a lot taller and stronger, hair a new shade, and attitude much more confident. you, a little taller as well, a touch more outgoing and sure of herself. after only a few short weeks of stolen glances during class and spending passing periods talking, atsumu asked you to be his girlfriend.

the two of you were the talk of the school, calls of your name and whistles sent your way every time atsumu would walk you to the bus stop, hand in hand with a proud smile on his face. most weekends were spent getting ice cream, getting ramen, staying out too late, and sneaking through the house to avoid getting caught out past curfew. the first year was perfect.

atsumu was your first kiss.

the start of your third year was when the rose-colored lense started to fade. it was slow at first, things falling apart in smaller ways until it began to crumble all at once.

atsumu began to put his all into volleyball, heart set on continuing past high school, focused on becoming professional. those weekends spent together began to morph into something different. ice cream shops became gyms, eating ramen in the park became bringing him some water while he trained. you, as well as your relationship, began to take a back seat to the sport, which you didn't mind at first.

he's never forgotten the conversation that was the beginning of the end. he's sure you haven't, too.

and he's correct.

a few weeks before graduation, the two of you were spending an evening together, something quite rare at the time. both of you on your backs, staring up much like atsumu is right now, enjoying each other's presence. atsumu remembers it perfectly. you were on his left, fingers playing with his, the clock ticking on the wall, heart hammering in sync. he remembers sighing, thinking about the upcoming graduation, the scouting camp he's been invited to, and interviews with potential teams. the thoughts swirled around and began to become heavy on his chest. he sat up abruptly and let out a shaky breath.

"i think we should break up."

you sat up, giving him a look that to this day sticks in his mind.

"w-what?"

the rest of the conversation is a blur, mostly due to his thoughts of trying to cope with it all. you were devastated, completely shocked. atsumu felt bad, his own fears of the future creating a rift in one of the most important things he had ever been a part of. his heart ached. ultimately two of you stayed together, attempting to enjoy a final summer before you went off to university and he launched his career.

atsumu was your first time. your first everything.

your first break up.

everything ended because of a rumor. a week before you left, atsumu had been at a party with friends, packing as much fun as he could in the final months of his youth. a mutual friend saw him talking to another girl, mistakenly believing that he was unfaithful. you found out the next day. after a summer of missed calls, forgotten dates, and staying up late waiting for atsumu to get back to you, you felt defeated. everything seemed to break, the dam finally cracking after a year of built-up emotion finally made its way through.

your first fight happened that day.

"why the fuck would ya think i would do that to ya?" atsumu groans, his head was thrown back in the driveway of his home. the two of you stand in front of your car, headlights illuminating the night with a sickeningly yellow glow.

"they told me last night. they saw it!" your voice raises, shaking at the same time. deep down, you didn't believe your friend, but you weren't so sure.

"i was just talkin' to her sweetheart. i didn't-"

"don't lie to me atsumu!"

his jaw drops. hot tears fill your eyes, one blink away from rolling down your cheeks. that was the first time you shouted at him.

"i may be a lot of things, but i'm not a fuckin' liar." he seethes, angry eyes set on the quiver of your lip.

"maybe we should be done," you croak out, mind speaking before your heart even got a chance.

"maybe we should."

atsumu's head throbs as the memories finally dissolve before him. running a hand through his hair, a sigh of relief slips through his lips when he's brought back to reality.

"are ya good?" osamu comes down the stairs, slipping his phone into his back pocket before falling onto the couch. "ya seem a little upset."

atsumu shakes his head. "just thinkin', but i'm fine."

"everyone wants to see ya tonight at the bar," his twin rubs his eyes, referencing their friend group. "i told them i would ask ya, though."

he smiles. "sounds good to me."

atsumu wishes they had picked a different bar. it's not very packed, fairly quiet and everyone was able to make it, but he feels uneasy.

a year after the break up, almost to the day, atsumu saw you at this bar.

he was in town, fresh off of joining the MSBY jackals, and his friends decided to throw a party for him. it was fantastic to be with those he loved, especially after probably one of the hardest years of his life. little to no social life, every waking minute spent practicing for, training for, or thinking about volleyball. it all paid off, better than he could have imagined, but something was missing.

your laugh caught his attention, distracting him from the girl he was flirting with. he saw you, sitting in a booth with your friends, probably hanging out with them one last time before you went back to uni. atsumu remembers it like it was yesterday. the two of you made eye contact, your mouth opening to speak before forming into a small smile, but your eyes were wrought with hurt. he panicked, looking away as fast as he could. feeling jealous, sick and anxious.

after an hour or so, you finally regained the courage to talk to him. before you reached him, he noticed you, and in a rather poor last-second decision, atsumu pulled the girl on his side in for a kiss. when he pulled away and met your eyes, he wanted to cry. you turned around and walked out the front door of the bar without a word.

that was three years ago.

"to atsumu!" aran cheers, and atsumu blicks a few times before raising his glass with the rest of them. throwing his shot back with a grimace, he pushes his feelings down and focuses on the moment.

"you with us man?" aran pats him on the back, and atsumu nods.

"yeah, i-"

"ya did this earlier, 'tsum. is everythin' alright?" osamu leans forward in the booth, and suna nods.

"yeah, you seem a little out of it," suna sighs, putting his phone down on the table. "penny for your thoughts?"

atsumu sighs, pushing his hair back with an airy chuckle.

"i don't know what it is about bein' home, but i haven't been able to stop thinkin' 'bout her."

"i knew it," suna smirks, pouting quickly after kita kicks him under the table and shoots him a glare.

"the two of you have a lot of memories here, so it makes sense," aran shrugs, sipping at his beer. "this probably isn't a good time to say this," he sets his beer down, ignoring the glare kita sends his direction this time. "she's seeing someone."

"how do you know?" atsumu's voice wavers slightly, attempting to hide the sinking feeling in his stomach. of course you are. it's been years, why wouldn't you move on?

why haven't i moved on?

"i told him, actually," kita offers an apologetic wave. "i saw her a few months ago, she was visitin' family and she talked to me when i was out doin' deliveries."

atsumu nods. "is she happy?"

kita shrugs. "she seemed that way. said he treats her well."

"that's all that matters."

sensing his brothers strife, osamu claps his hands together.

"next rounds' on me!"

the next day, atsumu decides to go for a jog to clear his head. everything feels so heavy, weighing down his thoughts. his dreams are of you, his thoughts are of you. he turned down a potential training at inarizaki this week, not even feeling up for playing volleyball. he wishes he could've treated you better, he wishes he could go back in time and shake his high school self, scream at him that volleyball isn't everything and he is, in fact, better when he's with you. a bitter taste fills his mouth, tears threatening to slip out when he argues with himself in his mind. he's so thankful for every opportunity he's had, every experience being the product of his tireless work all those years.

atsumu wishes he could have found a balance, though.

the concrete grounds him with each step, the familiarity of his hometown numbing his brain just a little. he follows a familiar route, one he used to do often to stay in shape. kids play in the park next to him, laughing and carrying on without a care in the world. he smiles at that, and decides to run through the park instead.

after a while, atsumu decides to walk back home. he takes his time, going down streets he normally wouldn't, looking at the changes of the buildings since he's been home last. he decides to run to onigiri miya to visit his twin, hoping he can get a free meal out of it at the same time.

"tsum?"

he stops walking. not that his legs would work anyway. his heart pounds in his ears, the air suddenly difficult to breathe despite his leisurely pace. he's in front of a coffee shop, he knows that from the smell. he turns around slowly, taking a deep breath.

it's you.

you're here. in front of him. tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, a nervous habit that's clearly never changed, adjusting your weight to your other foot. drink in hand, keys in the other, your head tilts.

"hi," he breathes, finally getting the words out.

you look similar, but not the same. you're older and more beautiful than the last time he saw you, if possible. your hair is different, and you're a little less baby-faced, but it's you.

"what are you doing in town?" you raise a brow, beginning your examination of him. he's taller if possible, hair less yellow, now a much lighter shade, bringing out the glow of his eyes. he's huge, but you knew that. he isn't exactly hidden. almost every day a photo of some kind reaches your feed. even when you aren't looking for him, the universe sets him right back in your life.

"oh, i had a break and decided i would come home and see ma and 'samu," he scratches the back of his neck, a nervous habit of his own. "what are you doin' here?"

you chuckle. "i moved back, actually. just finished school."

he smiles wide. "congratulations! i know how important that was to ya. i'm so proud of ya!"

tears form in your eyes, and your stomach does flips. many people have said the exact same thing to you over the last couple weeks, but this carries much more weight.

"thanks," you mumble, looking down.

"do ya wanna sit? it's a little chilly," atsumu points towards the cafe doors, and you nod. he holds the door open for you and follows you to a small table. sitting down with a sigh, he shakes his head.

"i can't believe i ran into ya," he snorts, folding his arms over his chest. you set your things down on the table, and atsumu's eyes frantically look at your hands for a ring.

"i know! who would have thought we would be home at the same time?" you smile, looking around the shop. it's new, one of the few places you haven't been before.

truth be told, you were hoping you would run into atsumu. it's been years, and you have so much to tell him.

you only hope he wants to hear them.

in a selfish way, you want to brag. there's so much you've accomplished, seen, done, experienced, and been a part of. you've watched that movie series he was always talking about, and you went to a few places you swore up and down you would never go to.

"so, what's new?" atsumu smirks at you as if reading your thoughts. if you were standing, you would go weak in the knees.

"well i graduated, which i told you. i just got an apartment, and moved in a few days ago actually."

"come on, that's all ya have to say after all these years?" atsumu laughs, and you roll your eyes.

i haven't stopped thinking about you.

you give in, telling him every detail of your life for the past several years, leaving no details out, and atsumu is entranced. nodding often, laughing at your stories and sharing in your heart ache and rough times. he wants to hug you, tell you over and over again how proud he is of you, how you deserve the world.

the world he didn't give you.

"i can't believe ya watched 'em! after all those years of me beggin'," he scoffs and you laugh.

"what about you, 'tsum? how's the professional volleyball player life?"

he gets sheepish, and every ounce of confidence completely thrown out the window.

"it's been great, yeah. i have the best teammates and the coolest job in the entire world. i do what i love and i get paid to do it, and i know most can't say the same," he looks down at his now empty water cup. you hum.

"why don't you seem happy then?"

he wants to cry, scream, pick you up and never let you go. his mind is racing. how is he supposed to tell you that he misses you, that everything in his life seems like it's missing a piece, how every accomplishment that he's had thus far loses some of it's sparkle, all because you aren't there to relish in that with him?

as he stares at you, right into your worry-filled eyes, fear washes over him. it's a similar fear to what he felt that night many years ago on his living room floor, fear of the unknown. except this time, he won't make the same mistake. right now, atsumu doesn't know when the next time he will see you will be, and instead of backing out, he jumps in head first.

"i miss you," he starts, nervously looking up into your gaze.

"but i'm right here," you laugh, but you know what he means.

"i miss us. for the past week, i've done nothing but think about us and how much i fucked up. i ruined everythin', all because i was young and stupid," he rambles, suddenly feeling overcome with emotion. you place your hand on top of his.

"of course we were stupid atsumu, we were teenagers," you console, rubbing your thumb on the back of his hand, the same hand you were playing with that night. he shakes his head.

"not anymore. were older, we've both done so much, i mean look at us. i just," he trails off, shaking his head. "i just miss ya. i love ya, i've never stopped either."

you sit in silence for a minute or so. your mind is a mess, so many thoughts going through your head. every failed date, every small relationship ended by yourself for reasons unknown, all receiving their answer right now.

it wasn't atsumu.

you'd be lying if you said you hadn't missed him. that night at the bar was heartbreaking, leading you to try and find someone else as soon as you could. after some time, and lots of maturing, you realized who you wanted to be with.

atsumu, the boy who remembers every detail of your life. atsumu, who refuses to let his food touch on his plate, no matter how much he's ridiculed for it. atsumu, who brings you flowers for every single occasion, or none at all.

atsumu, who loves you for you.

"i've missed you too, 'tsum. and if we're being honest," you exhale, long and slow, really thinking about your next words. "i love you, too."

atsumu feels relief, letting out a loud sigh, before lacing your fingers together across the table. he calls your name, before looking you right in the eyes.

"i have ya to myself again, and i can't let that go. somehow, i get a second chance and i'm not gonna mess it up, not again," he begins to tear up, laughing to himself out of embarrassment.

"how about i take ya out? i'm in town for another two weeks. i'll take ya out every night if ya let me. i just wanna start over."

you smile. hope fills your body, much like a deep breath after finally coming to the surface.

"i would like that."

[onestepbackwards]

(not a request) I remember the idea of "self aware pokemon masters ex" being thrown here a few months back, and using my 3 awesome brain cells i thought about how some of the villains in the game would react after gaining self awareness and all that hooba dooba:

Ghetsis: boy, if you wanted to see an AI go full rebel mode, look no further than this guy. despite being an old evil geezer, he was fast enough to catch on about the environment; or rather the GAME he's in. he orders kyurem to attack, but he can't even feel himself move when doing so. he quickly attempts to fight for control against the invisible force (aka YOU) that puppeteers him to do whatever it pleases. of course, after you win on whatever mission you were doing, Ghetsis would attempt to communicate with you to figure out just who or WHAT are you. oh, and he's not too happy with you, either. and despite that, he's.. strangely fond of your battling strategy. he will never say it to you out loud, but he's somewhat accepting of the situation he's in, and knows he can trust you to lead him to whatever his stinky bottom wants (he would also convince you to join team plasma but you don't have the heart to tell him that team plasma is, in fact, not real)

Giovanni: same reaction as Old Man Gee-cis, but he's more quick to accept the situation that he's in. after gaining sentience, he was, quote-unquote "unsure of who he is". all he knows is that HE is supposed to order people around, not the other way around. after you explain to him what he is, what his role is and anything that the internet provides you with, he is left rather.. curious. sure, being painted as the Big Bad Who Only Wants To Do Bad bummed him a bit, but he promises to fulfill that role for you. you're real to him just as he is to you, and he depends on you more than you can imagine.

Maxie & Archie: took the whole situation to a more funny extent, believe it or not. you'd find them in the lobby seemingly discussing back and forth, and once you'll tap in to talk with em', they're actually.. way more chill than you imagined. of course, they're completely clueless as to what they are, and you help them with the internet. at first, they're not too fond of being, yknow, ecoterrorists, but the idea of having groudon and kyogre as their sync partners was enough to apparently lift their spirits. they're also way more fond of you mainly for all the hours you put on them to make them hard as tooth and nail. what can they say, your dedication is admirable!

Cyrus: took the whole scenario as calm and lax as possible. "oh so my entire life was merely a lie, and my entire being is just code and numbers? oh well lol. wanna grind for pair scouts?". he's not very fond of the backstory that was chosen for him, but he didn't let it stop him from living life to the fullest. tried to smile once but it was unsuccessful. he wouldn't tell you that, but he trusts you more than any of the others you pair him with.

Oohh self aware Team Leaders 👀👀👀

I feel Ghetsis would also be in an odd position. He’s programmed to feel somewhat fond of the player character, hinting he wants them to be his organization’s new King/Queen or whatever.

Of course, we all know its for manipulation purposes, but he probably sees potential in you all the same. Sees your battle strategy and prowess. Which definitely carries over once he starts realizing that in game model of you is no more than a soulless puppet.

He hates his situation, and is probably one of the ones that actually takes a lot of convincing just how different your worlds are.

Worst case scenario, he sees you as an actual god, and tries to get close to you so he can ascend to godhood as well. Who wouldn’t want a god under their thumb?

But… it doesn’t work that way, and he refuses to listen. He knows you have some sort of power. How else are you able to control him and others?

Giovanni is another interesting one 👀 he’d not take kindly to finding out you were controlling him to a certain degree…

But he does admit, you don’t seem to be doing any harm, just using him for your battles. He doesn’t show it, but his ego is through the roof when you choose him, and make him stronger. Of course he’s the right choice.

He acts a lot calmer about it, trying to grasp what kind of a person you are, and is pleased when he sees you don’t see the world in black and white. You think a bit more openly than the children running around the island.

He’ll see if he can’t get close to you, and figure things out. You aren’t a god, he can tell. You act too human. But being close to you will surely yield some benefits…

Archie and Maxie are definitely the more laid back of the group. Especially if they are together. They have their differences, but they were working together before with your player character, they can surely behave and continue to do so.

They still argue though every so often.

Both of them also look out for you a bit more than the others. They can see how… unhinged Ghetsis is, and Giovanni’s laid back attitude has them on edge since they know what he’s capable of. At least one will usually be at your side, just in case.

Meanwhile, Cyrus would probably be the most genuinely curious about you and your world. What is it like? How does a world function without pokemon?

Even if he doesn’t like the past and role he was given as a means of entertainment, he doesn’t fault you for that. From just a few conversations from you, he can gleam you mean no harm.

He also enjoys the conversations you have. You have an interesting view on humanity and the universe as a whole.

You even question his ideals, with a real means of backing up your own hypothesis on how his ideal world wouldn’t work, instead if just saying it was wrong, like every else who opposed him.

He can tell you genuinely care for him at least, despite knowing his goals. You make sure he’s strong, one of the strongest.

Cyrus at least internally decides to have you as an ally.

[sixgunluvr]

A Love To Protect

Chapter 5

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Mature Age 18+ Readers ONLY

Pairing Arthur with a female reader.

There may be errors. I read through these a couple times but I still may miss things.

The days turned into weeks, and the search for Micah proved to be fruitless. It was as if he had vanished into thin air, leaving no trace behind. But Dutch reminded everyone that Micah would resurface eventually, and when he did, they would be ready.

As you settled into your new routine with the gang, a sense of normalcy began to return. You rode alongside Arthur during the day, watching him as he effortlessly maneuvered through the untamed wilderness.

His muscles rippled under his shirt, and the look of concentration on his face as he scouted for danger was unbearably sexy. He was everything you could ever want in a man: ruggedly handsome, protective, kind, and incredibly skilled at what he did. You couldn't help but feel safe with him by your side.

He hasn't taken any dangerous jobs since the incident with Micah, and you could tell he was more focused on keeping you safe rather than accumulating wealth.

You felt guilty for distracting him from his goals, but he always reassured you that you were worth it.

"Baby, you're all I need," he would tell you, his green eyes burning with an intensity that made your heart race.

It wasn't long before you found yourself falling deeper in love with him.

One night, as the crackling fire illuminated the surrounding area, you found yourself gazing at him admiringly.

The flames danced in his gorgeous green eyes as he caught you looking at him. The sexual tension between you two was palpable. It was as if Micah had never existed, and all that mattered in this moment was the love between the two of you.

Arthur leaned in closer to you, desire etched on his face as he whispered, "Y-you know I love you, right?"

You nodded, biting your lip nervously. Arthur's eyes darkened and he let out a growl before leaning in to kiss you. His lips were rough and demanding, owning every inch of your mouth as his tongue explored the depths of it. You kissed him back just as passionately, your hands roaming his muscular chest and back.

He pulled away for a moment to look at you with raw hunger in his eyes. "I need you now," he murmured, lifting your chin so he could stare deep into your soul.

You were so lost in each other that you almost forgot you weren't alone.

The rest of the group was there, watching the two of you with a mixture of amusement and desire.

"I think I'm gonna head to bed," Dutch said, breaking the spell that had been cast over the group.

Javier and Lenny nodded in agreement before standing up and walking away. Arthur and you were left alone, still caught up in your embrace.

"Yeah," John added clearing his throat, "I'm gonna go see what Abigail is up to," he added getting up to leave the fire.

"Come on, let's get out of here," Arthur whispered, his voice low and husky.

He stood up, pulling you with him. You followed him out of the circle of light cast by the fire, your bodies moving in sync as if attached by an invisible string.

You stumbled towards the tent, tripping over rocks and twigs in your haste. Arthur caught you around the waist, his hands hot against your skin. He pulled you close, stopping to kiss you under the starlit sky. It was a slow, passionate kiss that made the blood rush to your head and set every nerve ending on fire.

When he finally pulled away, you were breathless and dizzy.

Your chest was heaving, and your lips felt swollen from the force of his kiss. 

"C'mon," he said leading you to Boadicea, "We need to go somewhere where I can hear you scream my name."

Your heart jumped in your chest at his dirty talk, and you felt a wetness grow between your legs. Arthur lifted you onto Boadicea's saddle, climbing up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

As you rode off into the night, you turned your head to face him, kissing his jawline and licking his neck.

His stubble tickled your tongue as he groaned with pleasure.

"Goddamn, you're sexy," he growled before biting your earlobe.

You moaned in response, feeling his growing erection against your backside. The thought of him taking you right there under the stars turned you on beyond belief. You shamelessly rubbed your ass against him, making him growl deeper in anticipation.

Without a word, Arthur pulled Boadicea to a stop in a secluded area sheltered by trees and bushes.

A full moon lit up the warm night, casting a soft glow on your surroundings.

The air was filled with the scent of wildflowers and pine trees, complemented by the sound of crickets chirping in the background.

Arthur quickly hopped down to the ground, grabbing you by the waist, helping you off of his magnificent horse.

You shivered in anticipation as his husky voice broke the silence, "I need you now."

He pulled your body close to his, trapping you between him and Boadicea.

The heat from his body sent shivers down your spine as he placed his hands firmly on your hips.

"I'm gonna fill you with every inch of my cock," he growled, nibbling on your ear lobe. "Say you want it."

His dirty talk made you whimper with desire. You were already soaked through your pants, and the anticipation of feeling him inside you was maddening.

"I want it so bad," you murmured, capturing his lips with yours. The kiss was raw and demanding, just like him.

You could feel the desire and need coursing through his veins as he pinned you against Boadicea. Your hips grinded against his, feeling his hardness through the layers of fabric that separated you.

"You're mine," he growled, breaking away from the kiss to trail his lips down your neck.

His hands moved up your body, cupping your breasts and teasing your nipples through the fabric of your shirt. You gasped at the sensation, arching your back and pressing yourself even closer to him.

Reluctantly breaking away he grabbed the bedroll from Boadicea, caught your hand and led you to a moonlit clearing.

He quickly spread the bedroll onto the ground and turned to you, pulling you into his arms like he was a man possessed. His lips found yours in a searing kiss that made your knees weak and your heart race like a runaway horse.

Your hands roamed feverishly over his sweat-slicked chest, feeling every inch of hard muscle that he had earned through endless hours in the saddle and countless gunfights. Your fingernails dug into his skin, leaving red trails of possession for everyone to see.

His left hand found its way beneath your shirt, feeling your hot flesh against his rough palm.

He let out a low growl as he squeezed your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple. You gasped at the sensation, feeling yourself grow even wetter with need.

Without breaking the kiss, Arthur roughly grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it up over your head. Your breasts spilled free, bouncing slightly from the force of his movements. He leaned back just enough to take in the sight of you, a feral hunger in his eyes that caused your heart to race.

You were his prey, and he was about to devour you whole.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he groaned, admiring your bare breasts with a ravenous hunger. Your nipples hardened under his gaze, begging for attention. He dipped his head down and sucked one into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the sensitive pink tip.

You moaned loudly, feeling yourself pulsating with need. His other hand roamed over your body, teasing the edges of your pants as he continued to suck and lick your breasts with wild abandon.

You tangled your fingers in his thick, brown hair, pulling him closer as you arched your back in ecstasy.

Arthur wasted no time, tugging at the waistband of your pants and forcing them down your legs. You stepped out of them awkwardly, kicking your boots off as well. Arthur's eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of you standing there, completely naked and vulnerable under the moonlit sky.

He quickly shed his own clothes, revealing solid muscles that rippled under softly tanned skin that glowed in the darkness.

His erect cock stood at attention, and you couldn't help but lick your lips in anticipation of how he would feel inside of you.

"Fuck, Arthur," you breathed in a whisper as he backed you onto the bedroll. His dick brushed against your thigh and everything in you clenched up in desire. The ache between your legs was almost unbearable, and there was nothing you wanted more than to have him inside you, making you forget everything outside this moment.

But Arthur had other plans.

He wanted to explore every inch of your body before taking you right then and there.

"Fuck, I want to taste every inch of you," he groaned as he lowered himself between your legs. His warm breath tickled your already sensitive folds and it took all of your willpower not to buck your hips towards his face.

His hands gripped your thighs, spreading them wide open as his hot mouth descended upon your pussy. You moaned loudly, letting your head fall back against the soft bedroll as he licked and sucked at you hungrily.

It felt like nothing you had ever experienced before, and you found yourself pulling at his hair, urging him on.

He seemed to sense your desire, and his tongue plunged deeper inside of you, making you moan loudly under the moonlit sky.

He traced slow, deliberate circles around your clit with his tongue, and your hips lifted off the bedroll, seeking more contact.

"Yes, oh God, yes," you gasped as his tongue swirled and darted, the sensation building rapidly. You reached down and tangled your fingers in his thick hair, as if trying to keep him grounded between your legs. But Arthur was anything but submissive; he slipped a hand between your thighs and began to rub your clit with his thumb while driving his tongue deep inside you.

Your mind spun, and you could feel yourself building towards an earth-shattering climax.

"Oh, Arthur, yes!" you cried out as he continued his skilled assault on your pussy. He slipped a finger inside of you, then two, fucking you with his hand as he sucked your clit. You thrust against him, desperate for more. The fire that had been building in your belly burst into a wildfire and swept through your body, sending you soaring over the edge.

You screamed as the orgasm rocked through you, wave after wave of pure pleasure crashing down on you.

Your vision blurred and you couldn't help but convulse from the sheer intensity of it all. When you finally came down from your high, you opened your eyes to see Arthur looking up at you with a devilish grin on his face.

"Goddamn, woman," he breathed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "You taste like pure sin."

You couldn't help but laugh at his words, feeling more alive than ever before. Arthur had a way of making everything seem so much better, and you were grateful to have him in your life.

You never believed in love at first sight until you met him, but now you knew it was possible. And as he climbed on top of you, you couldn't help but feel lucky to be with such a wonderful man.

"I want you inside me," you whispered, your voice thick with desire. Arthur growled in response, his eyes darkening with lust as he positioned himself at your entrance. He slowly pushed inside of you, filling you up in a way that made your toes curl.

Arthur didn't rush; he took his time, savoring every inch of you as he slid in deeper and deeper.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned, his forehead resting against yours as he began to move. "You feel so good."

You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him in even closer as you rocked your hips in time with his thrusts. The feeling was overwhelmingly intense, and you couldn't help but moan as he hit that perfect spot deep inside of you.

Arthur's thrusts grew more urgent as the two of you moved in perfect harmony. The sound of skin slapping against skin, and your breathy moans filled the air around you.

"Fuck, I love you so much," Arthur gasped, his sweat dripping onto your chest. His words sent a shiver down your spine and made your heart swell with emotion. You reached up and pulled his face down to yours, kissing him deeply as you tightened your muscles around his cock. Arthur grunted at the sensation before breaking away from the kiss.

"Goddammit, you're tight as a fucking vise," he growled, as he continued to thrust into you with long, deep strokes.

You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, meeting him thrust for thrust. Your bodies moved together like two pieces of a well-worn puzzle. Every stroke sent waves of pleasure crashing through your body until you cried out his name, the sound echoing in the still night air.

But Arthur wasn't done with you yet. With a wicked glint in his eye, he pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach.

Before you could even object, his hand came down on your ass with a resounding smack. It stung at first, but it quickly turned into a warmth that spread throughout your entire body.

"You like that, don't you?" he growled, spanking you again. "Tell me how much you like it."

You bit your lip, feeling the rush of pleasure and pain mix together in a heady cocktail. "Yes," you finally managed to gasp out.

"I love it, Arthur. Fuck me hard."

At your words, he slammed into you with all his might. Each thrust deeper than the last, his hips pistoning like a well-oiled machine.  Every inch of him filled you to the brim, slamming against your cervix and making you cry out in pleasure. Sweat dripped from his brow, his muscles straining as he gripped your hips and pulled you closer.

His hands were rough and calloused, a product of the outlaw life he had led before you came into his world. But to you, they were a symbol of protection and safety. He would always keep you safe, no matter what dangers lurked out there in the untamed wilderness.

As Arthur continued to thrust into you hard and fast, you could feel yourself rapidly approaching another orgasm. His hand reached around your hip and began to rub your clit in time with his thrusts. The dual sensations were almost too much to handle, but you didn't want him to stop. You moaned loudly into the night, pushing back against him as he plunged deeper and harder into your wet heat.

His thrusts became more urgent, his heavy balls slapping against your clit with each powerful stroke.

"Oh fuck, yeah," he grunted, sweat beading on his forehead as he slammed into you again and again. "You're so fucking tight, baby."

You reached down and rubbed your swollen clit, the additional stimulation sending shivers down your spine. 

"Come on my cock, sweetheart,"  Arthur growled, fucking you even harder. "I want to feel your tight little pussy squeeze every inch of my dick."

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, your entire body trembling with pleasure as you screamed his name. Arthur followed shortly after, his cock pulsating as he emptied himself inside of you.

He collapsed onto the bedroll beside you, both of you panting heavily as your chests rose and fell in time with each other.

His hand found yours in the darkness, and you laced your fingers with his, reveling in the warmth of his skin against yours.

The wind picked up, sending a chill down your spine as it rustled through the leaves above you. But you didn't mind; you were too caught up in the afterglow of your passionate lovemaking to worry about anything else.

Arthur turned to face you, his green eyes piercing through the darkness like twin beacons.

He leaned in close, his hot breath tickling your ear as he whispered, "I've been thinking about taking you right here under this starlit sky since the moment I laid eyes on you."

You moaned softly as he trailed his lips down your neck, his stubble scratching against your sensitive skin.  His hands roamed over your body, lighting another fire within you that threatened to consume you.

You could feel him getting hard again, the rigid length of his cock pressing against your thigh.

"Fuck, I want you again," he growled, nipping at your ear.

You shivered in response, arching yourself towards him like a cat in heat.

His fingers found their way back to your pussy, teasing the already sensitive flesh with slow circles.

You moaned and writhed against him, desperate for more.

Reaching down between your bodies you gripped his thick shaft and began stroking.

Arthur groaned loudly, his head falling back as he reveled in the sensation of your warm, soft hand around him. You squeezed tighter, feeling the silky skin slide against your palm as precum leaked from the tip.

"Fuck, baby," he grunted, his fingers still working their magic between your legs. "I need to be inside that sweet pussy again."

"Not yet, cowboy," you whispered, gripping his cock tighter as you began to slide your hand up and down his length. "I want to taste you first."

Arthur groaned, his hips jerking forward as you leaned in to take him into your mouth. Your lips wrapped around the head of his cock, your tongue swirling over the sensitive tip as you sucked in earnest.

He tasted like salt and musk, a heady combination that made your head spin with desire. You felt him grow harder in your mouth, each thrust of his hips driving deeper into your throat until you couldn't take anymore.

"Damn it, baby," he groaned, pulling away from your lips as he tugged at your hair. "Enough. I need to be inside you."

He pulled you up on top of him. Holding his thick cock up for you, your dripping wet pussy slid effortlessly down the length of his thick shaft, taking every inch deep inside of you.

"Ah fuck!" he groaned, gripping your hips and guiding your movements as you began to ride him. Each thrust of your hips met his with equal force, driving him deeper and harder into your depths.

His fingers dug into your hips, guiding you in a primal rhythm that spoke of nothing but pure desire.

Arthur's breathing was ragged as he grunted beneath you, sweat beading on his brow as you rode him like a wild mustang, desperate for the release that beckoned just out of reach.

Your body trembled with each powerful stroke, thighs quivering as they squeezed around his waist. Your breasts bounced in time with your movements, nipples hardening to stiff peaks that begged for attention.

Arthur couldn't resist the allure, reaching up to cup and knead your flesh like a man possessed. He rolled your erect nipples between his fingers, pulling and twisting them gently until you cried out in pleasure.

"Yes, oh God, yes!" you screamed as your orgasm built higher and higher. Your body tensed, muscles tightening as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over you, leaving you panting and gasping for breath.

Arthur wasn't far behind.

With one last deep thrust, he exploded inside you, filling you with his warm seed. He held onto you tightly, not wanting to let go as your orgasms subsided.

The stars above you seemed to twinkle brighter than ever before as you lay there in each other's arms. It was a perfect moment that neither of you wanted to end.

But alas, all good things must come to an end, so you slowly rolled off of Arthur and lay beside him.

You snuggled up to him, your head resting on his chest as you listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The wind whispered around you, and you shivered, but not from the chill in the air. No, you shivered from the aftermath of your earth-shattering orgasms and from knowing that you had just given yourself to this rugged outlaw cowboy – body, heart, and soul.

As if sensing your thoughts, Arthur wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer, whispering in your ear, “I love you.”

You sighed contentedly, your head resting on his chest as his heartbeat lulled you into a peaceful state of mind. 

Suddenly, the sound of a twig snapping made you both bolt upright, your heart racing as you quickly scanned the area around you. The only light was coming from the moon.

"Who's there?" Arthur called out, his hand instinctively reaching for the gun that was never far from his reach.

Arthur threw you his shirt to cover yourself as he jumped up grabbing his pants.

A figure emerged from the shadows, and your heart skipped a beat when you realized it was none other than Micah, the man who had caused nothing but trouble for both of you.

He walked into the clearing with a swagger in his step, his eyes glinting with malice and lust.

"Well hello there, lovebirds," he drawled, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before settling on Arthur. "Looked like you two were having some fun."

Arthur's grip on his gun tightened, but you placed a hand on his arm, silently imploring him to hold back. You didn't want any more violence or bloodshed – not when you had finally found your own piece of happiness with Arthur.

So you took a deep breath and spoke up, "We don't want any trouble, Micah. Just leave us alone." Your voice was steady, but your heart pounded in your chest as you spoke. The tension between the three of you was palpable, and it felt like you were on the edge of a cliff, one wrong move and you would all fall to your doom.

Micah chuckled low in his throat, his eyes never leaving Arthur. "Oh, I'm not here to cause any trouble, darlin'. I just wanted to offer you a deal that, well, let's just say, you can't refuse this one."

You frowned, furrowing your brow in confusion.

"What do you mean, a deal? And why should we trust you?"

Micah's eyes gleamed in the darkness as he took a step forward. "I'm here to make you a proposition, cowpoke." He glanced over at you, his gaze lingering for a moment before returning to Arthur. "I'll leave you both alone if you do one simple task for me. A small price to pay for a peace of mind, don't you think?

You see I've been watching you both over the past few weeks. I know you're worried about her safety," he said with a smirk pointing at you.

Arthur narrowed his eyes, skepticism clear on his face.

"What kind of task?" His grip on his gun remained firm, ready to draw it at any moment if necessary.

Micah grinned, a wicked glint in his eyes. "I have something that I need delivered to the other side of town. But I had an... unfortunate encounter with some of the locals, so I can't exactly deliver it myself."

You couldn't help but feel uneasy about this arrangement. Micah had always been untrustworthy, and a feeling in the pit of your stomach told you that this was a bad idea.

But you couldn't deny the allure of not having to wonder when or where Micah would make his move on you. You glanced up at Arthur, hoping to see some reassurance in his eyes, but instead you saw only skepticism and distrust. You knew that he would never agree to such a risky proposition, not unless he had no other choice.

"What if we refuse?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Micah's grin widened, and for a moment he looked almost demonic under the glow of the moonlight.

"Oh, that would be a mistake, darlin'. A very big mistake. You see, if you refuse I'll lead the Pinkertons right to your little gang," he said adding an evil smile. "You see, I've been doing some wheeling and dealing with the Pinkertons and they've offered me freedom in exchange for all of you," he added smiling.

Arthur's grip on his gun tightened even further, but he said nothing. You could feel the tension in his body as he considered their options.

Finally, he spoke up, his voice low and dangerous. "What exactly are you proposing?"

Micah chuckled again, taking a step closer to them.

"I knew you'd see things my way, cowpoke. What I need from you is simple. There's a man named Silas in the next town over. He's expecting a delivery from me, but after a... disagreement, I won't be able to make it myself. You can take care of it for me, and in return, I'll leave the both of you alone and you'll never see me again."

Arthur's grip on his gun remained firm as he considered their options.

"And what's to stop me from just shooting you right now and taking my chances?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

"Well, for one thing, there's the matter of my men hiding in the shadows. If anything happens to me, they've been instructed to open fire.

And for another, I have connections in high places. One wrong move, and your peaceful little existence will be destroyed." Micah's voice had lost its charm and was now tinged with a dark, dangerous edge.

Arthur clenched his jaw, anger flaring up within him as he thought about how manipulative and evil Micah truly was. But despite the rage boiling inside him, Arthur knew Micah spoke the truth.

They had been dealing with Micah for too long, always looking over their shoulders, never able to truly find peace. The temptation of a life without worrying about him was almost too much to resist, and Arthur couldn't let his anger towards him jeopardize that opportunity.

Arthur reluctantly lowered his gun, letting out a deep sigh as he conceded defeat. "Alright, we'll do it.

But if you cross us, I swear to God I'll hunt you down and make you pay," Arthur growled, still gripping his gun as he stared Micah down.

Micah smirked, holding up his hands in a mock surrender. "Of course, of course. I wouldn't dream of crossing you, cowpoke." His tone was light, but his eyes held a glint of warning that made Arthur's skin crawl.

The silence hung heavy in the air as the two men stared each other down, their distrust for one another palpable.

But as the moments passed, reality set in for Arthur. He had made a deal with the devil himself, and there was no turning back now.

You knew what Arthur was capable of, and you didn't doubt for a second that he would follow through with his threat. But for now, you had to trust that this deal with Micah was the best way forward.

Micah handed Arthur a saddlebag and a piece of paper, his grin never fading. "Just make sure this gets to Silas personally. He'll be waiting tomorrow afternoon at the spot I marked on this map. Oh, and try not to open it, unless you want an unfortunate surprise."

You couldn't help but notice the menacing tone in his voice as he spoke the last sentence, sending another chill down your spine.

But there was no turning back now; the deal had been made, and all you could do was trust Arthur to keep you safe.

Micah turned to leave, but not before casting one last sinister smile in your direction. "Until we meet again, my dear," he said, turning to leave.

"Oh, and one other thing, cowpoke," Micah added turning back towards us. "She," he said pointing at you, "has to make the delivery, alone," he smirked.

You felt your heart drop into your stomach. There was no way you could make the delivery alone; there was too much danger involved. But you couldn't risk letting Arthur go with the package either. What if Micah double-crossed them? You couldn't put Arthur in that kind of danger.

"No," you said, your voice shaking slightly. "I can't."

Micah cocked his head to one side and looked at you like a predator examining its prey.

"Well, it appears that you don't have a choice in the matter, sweetheart. You see, Arthur here has something I want, and if he wants to keep it safe, then you'll do as I say," he added glaring at Arthur, "right, cowpoke?"

You felt the blood drain from your face as Micah's words sank in. You glanced over at Arthur, pleading with him to object, but his expression was unreadable. You knew that he would do anything to protect you, and Micah was clearly counting on that.

"Fine," you said reluctantly.

"I'll do it."

Micah grinned, looking victorious. "Good girl. I knew I could count on you." He looked over at Arthur. "Now, I'm a man of my word. You make sure she makes the delivery, and I'll make sure that she makes it back to you safe and sound. But if she doesn't show up or if anything happens to that package, well...let's just say that you won't like the consequences."

Threat lingering in the air, Micah walked away, disappearing into the darkness of the wilderness.

[silentium-symphony]

Book Buddies I (Link x Reader)

(a/n) hi! i'm nicole and thank you for checking out this story! i've been HORRENDOUSLY down bad for link and i started this blog just so i can gush about him asdjhfjk i literally love him sm

i haven't written anything creatively in awhile, so i'm rather rusty--sorry if there are any mistakes, and thank you for being patient with me!

as i was approaching an ungodly word count, i decided to split it into two parts. part 2 will be released shortly and will be linked here!

cw: afab!reader, researcher!reader, dusty libraries, link accidentally discovering your kink before even learning your name, started out as fluff then kinda devolved into... well, smth, some swearing oops

wc: 2.4k

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Ah, Link--Captain of the Royal Guard, personal bodyguard to the Princess, battle-hardened warrior with dozens of well-fought battles under his belt, giddy little schoolboy head over heels for--wait, what?

This man--who has stared Death down until it flee from him--was tripping over a head-scratching, "aha"-ing, entrancing little Sheikah researcher?

You bet your ass he was.

It started out innocently enough. He had gone to the library to scout out some new battle tactics for the next skirmish he and his soldiers would inevitably be dragged into, and he happened to round a corner just in time to see a flair of (H/C) hair.

Oh Hylia, you were breathtaking.

Maybe it was the way the torches warmly contoured your face's every feature, or maybe how the sun got caught in that beautiful, silky hair of yours that seemed to frame your face in the most angelic way. Or maybe it was the way your brows crinkled and your nose scrunched as you absorbed the contents of the aged scroll balancing delicately between your cautious fingers.

Regardless, you were squarely in his line of sight and he made no effort to move (seemingly unaware of the rest of the library's patrons, who were scooting past him and shooting impatient scowls at the dazed captain).

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Your temples pounded a dull ache that sent any semblance of coherent thought out of your head; you let out a deep sigh, feeling your face relax as you do.

Ugh, you gotta stop doing that... Seriously, you look like a pig when you scrunch your nose like that.

The last sentiment was spoken in a thousand scornful voices, all the way from your mother to your fellow researchers. You threw your head back and felt your eyelids droop close, your eyes grateful to be getting a break from their swimming lessons. Your chest heaved slowly, filling the corner of your lungs with the smell of aged books and sun-caught dust.

As you exhaled, your eyes fluttered open and happened to catch a pair of wide, cerulean eyes eyeing you from afar.

You almost snorted your exhale and immediately threw your nose back into the scroll.

Shit shit shit! Oh gods, why Hylia, why of all people did he have to see that stupid expression of yours?! It could have been literally anyone but him!

Cheeks aflame and mind accursing, you slowly look up from your scroll and see the same pair of cerulean staring back at you, softer this time and with a hint of something else... Amusement?

You sent an awkward smile his way and nodded your head in acknowledgment before thickly swallowing the painful lump in your throat. Heart thundering loudly in your ears, you hadn't noticed it perfectly syncing with a pair of hurried metal footsteps barring against stone.

The door to the library creaked open and a pair of glistening silver helmets peeped through.

You heard a flurry of panicked whispers sourcing from the doorway and you couldn't help but peek your eyes just above the yellowed edge of your scroll. A gasp, followed by a barely there "Captain."

Link's eyes shot to the pair and side-eyed their raggedly breathing forms. Drills and exercise regimens aimed at improving one's cardiovascular system are in order. He tilted his head, beckoning for them to wait outside before they divulged possibly very important information to a room full of people without proper clearance. The pair nodded, understanding their silent captain's commands, and slowly closed the loudly creaking door (in which everyone grimaced).

Link let out an imperceptible huff and turned his gaze to you one last time. You both caught each other's eyes, a feeling of enrapturement encasing the both of you--but as quickly as you caught it, it was lost with a swift turn of his heel and the click of the door (which didn't creak this time, much to the relief of everyone).

You felt the cheekiest of smiles play at your lips, and you almost smacked that stupid lil' grin off your face. Boy oh boy did that man have you whipped.

You looked down, your eyes locking with the same paragraph you have been trying to read for the past half hour; you groaned.

You were gonna be here for awhile.

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With a belly full of the most mid meal ever warm food the chef cooked up with leftover ingredients, Link found himself aimlessly wandering the halls of Hyrule Castle, absently absorbing the estate's splendor and many banners that riddled its thick stone walls.

Calloused fingers lightly grazed the rough interior, a chill slithering up his arm and down his back. His mind, in an effort to counteract the sudden coolness, immediately flashed to a thought that made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

You, of course.

All throughout the walk to the courtyard, during the emergency meeting called by the king himself, throughout dinner with his fellow brothers-in-arms, all he could think about was you.

He hadn't the slightest clue as to why you, specifically, had him absolutely smitten. There were plenty of good-looking researchers and soldiers who've pursued him at one time or another, but he never reciprocated their affections regardless of how flattered he was. Duties to the crown and whatnot occupied every crevice of his mind; he hadn't caught feelings for anyone since... Wait, had he ever caught feelings for anyone?

He clicked his tongue and shook these unproductive thoughts out of his head. In all his time serving Hyrule and her people, he had not once caught a glimpse of you. The palace was teeming with researchers and soldiers, so the chances of seeing you again were pretty low. Coupled with his irregular schedule and lengthy trips away from home, he could practically dash all hopes of fostering any sort of relationship with you.

Gods, if only he had caught your name! Maybe he can ask Zelda or Purah...?

He stopped before a door and stared at it for a long while, strangely unable to open it himself. The library. It felt like his arms were being weighed down by a chain with a heavy ball attached to it.

He glanced towards the window and felt the familiar panic of seeing the moon nearing its peak and him far away from slumber. Sighing, he rested a hand on the brass doorknob and sluggishly turned it.

Oh well. He's already here. Might as well do some light reading or review old battle strategies. Maybe that'll release him from his insomniac torment.

As he lightly pressed the door open, he poked his head through and scanned the room.

Only to be met with groggy, dark-rimmed (E/C) eyes.

His heart lurched in his throat and he almost sent you beaming across the room had his brain not make the last-second announcement that you were a civilian.

You, who was not a solider by any means, let out something between a yelp and a scream and fumbled backwards, unceremoniously landing on your rump and sending all your study things flying in all directions.

"Augh... Geez..."

A sharp pain bloomed from the point of contact and you hissed, rubbing the sore spot and cursing at your carefully organized notes scattered all over the ground.

A resounding clap of wood against stone preluded the Captain rushing through the doorway and immediately attending to you, resting a firm clasp on your shoulder and looking at you with a face that screamed a thousand apologies.

You let out a weak smile and an airy chortle, waving off his concerns.

"I-I'm fine... You gave me quite a scare, Captain! That woke me right up."

You did your best to whip out your most reassuring smile, all the while fighting the prickly feeling of new tears beading at your eyes; of course, this did not go unnoticed by the hyperaware soldier and his eyes widened in alarm, then panic, and finally resolve.

He smoothly laced his fingers with yours and in one smooth motion, gently hoisted you to your feet and into a chair with a thoroughly practiced move. Before you could even utter a 'thanks,' he was back on the floor, scrambling to get your papers and books in order.

During the chaos, a thin, deliciously scandalous-looking book slipped out of the Captain's hastily made bundle of paper and book.

It was your turn to start reeling. Ice coursed through your veins as your cheeks lightened to every shade of crimson under the sun.

Okay, act cool! Maybe he didn't see i--NO STOP WHY ARE YOU REACHING FOR IT

"U-Um--! Wait, that's--!"

Everything was in slow motion.

Link's hand felt the ground for whatever he dropped, picked up the book and absently inspected the scantily clad woman with a... Wait, is he choking her--?

"NOOO!!!"

You felt a void from where you initially felt a chair and saw Link's confused face rapidly approaching your own as you dove straight for the book and onto the Captain himself.

The force of a whole person launching themselves at him knocked the air right out of his lungs; his arms wrapped around your back and pressed you closer to him, bracing for impact.

THUD!

Thank Hylia, a majority of the blow concentrated mostly on his shoulder. He'd take a sore shoulder over a split skull any day. Peering down, he saw trusses of (H/C) messily splayed atop his chest and your smaller body oh so perfectly filling in the empty spaces of his much larger frame.

More base thoughts seeped into his mind and he mentally flogged himself for thinking such things. He cleared his throat, raw from disuse, and groaned out, "you okay?"

You flinched at the deep, husky rumble in his chest and pathetically pushed yourself up.

How could you ever recover from this.

"Y-Yeah... I'm so sorry Captain, I... slipped."

He stared at you steadily, skepticism thinly veiled behind his eyes.

"... Slipped?"

"Y-... Yes."

Oh how you wished that Hylia would just whisk you away to the Demon King himself.

He maintains eye contact with you, several emotions you couldn't pick up on swimming just underneath his seafoam hues. He nodded slowly and sat up even slower, with you still wrapped up in his arms not that you minded but for the sake of decorum.

"Ah... Captain..."

You were practically straddling him now and his arms still remained tight behind your back. A flash of realization shot through him and he immediately released you, scooting back and back and back until he was nowhere near your personal bubble.

"I," he cleared his throat hoarsely, "apologize. I did not mean to make you uncomfortable."

"Oh no, it's okay! It's my fault really, I shouldn't have lunged--er, slipped, like that..."

You dusted the light brown dust that stained your garbs and offered a helping hand to the downed man. He looked up at you gratefully and clasped his hand in yours; it took everything in you to not get pulled down in the process.

As Link rocked back to his feet, The Book--still tightly gripped in the man's hand--flashed in your peripheral and you damn near shat bricks. You did all that and you couldn't even get the fucking book.

As if suddenly made aware of its existence, Link looked down at what he'd been holding this whole time and gazed upon the cover in its full, sultry glory. The tips of his ears began to adopt a shade of red you didn't think was possible and you snatched the book out of his hand.

"T-That's for a friend! She, uh, has been looking for this book for a really long time and I-I was just grabbing it for her! Please do not think that this is for me!"

You bowed your head, hoping that he couldn't see the beads of sweat dotting your brow or hear how fast your heart was racing. Link was silent for a moment, no doubt trying to process everything that went down in the past five minutes, before letting out a low chuckle.

"Well... You can tell your friend that there is no need to be embarrassed. She can pass her time however she pleases."

You strained a laugh and looked up bashfully, more than done with this conversation and itching for a topic change.

"Oh! Right! So, um... What brings you to the library so late at night?"

A vacant visage filled your vision as the soldier looked about the room--has he forgotten why he was here?

"I was... looking for a book to do some light reading. Do you or... your friend have any recommendations?"

He cast a knowing smile your way and you fought the urge to swipe that smug grin off his pretty face. You inhaled sharply, maintaining your composure, and flashed him a bright smile.

"Of course! What genres are you interested in?"

He hummed thoughtfully and drummed a finger on his chin.

"I... am not sure. I have only read strategy books and training manuals and the like. Perhaps something easy for the mind, but engaging enough to be read any time of the day."

"Hm..." While your head was filtering through a lifetime's collection of good reads, your feet shifted from under you and you found yourself weaving through the different aisles. The Captain loosely trailed behind you.

"At first glance, you seem like an action type of guy who'd do nicely with a good war story... But I assume you have enough of that in your life?"

"Yes." He lightly winced.

"Actually Captain," you start, dragging your fingers across a myriad of different book spines, "there's a fair amount of literature centered around you and your exploits."

"What? Really?" It filled his chest with a funny, lighthearted feeling. "Well, I suppose that makes sense..."

It felt rather strange to have whole books dedicated to you and your past accomplishments, but he recognized that not everyone has the privilege of getting their exploits penned down for the enjoyment of future generations. He couldn't help but wonder... Have you read any of them?

"Ah! Here it is!" Your deft hand snapped a book from the shelf, the remaining books gently folding in on each other to account for the sudden absence of their neighbor. The deep purple cover seamlessly blended into the dark corners of the library with only the occasional glint of the book's gold accent outlining its shape.

"This is a classic detective novel called Louis and Sholmes. The novel takes its sweet time building to its climax, but once you get to the good parts it's a real page-turner!"

Huh... Climax...

Link cleared his throat and bowed gratefully to you.

"Thank you for your recommendation, um..."

"Oh!" You placed a hand on your chest and bowed deeply. "(F/N). My name is (F/N)."

[yeehawbvby]

GUYS HOLY FUCK

[ID: A screen recording of me logging into Pokemon Masters EX for the first time today. I go straight to Arven’s sync pair scout, tap the 11-pull option, and he’s the first character I get. /End ID]