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🥼Colress🛸

🧪 Colress tapped away on his tablet as he stood under a wonderfully placed awning to shade him from the Alolan sun. You had asked him out to a date at the Malasada shop, but you had yet to appear. He wondered what was taking you so long. There were not really any actual threats on the island, as he has made sure multiple times due to his paranoia relating to incidents in Unova. Just as he was about to call you, your voice shouted his name. He turned in the direction of your voice.

🧪 His eyes went wide at your attire. Yes, it was hot. Much too hot for his preferences, but thankfully, his outfit was kept temperate through water cooling. Your outfit, however. The small knitted dress barely left a thing to the imagination. It sat high above your knee and left your entire back exposed to wandering eyes. He readjusted his glasses. An unexpected choice, surely. His heart race and his blood rushed to places that he would prefer it not to in public. You stood across from him, allowing him to completely take in the form of the dress – Well, rather, the form of you.

🧪 “Oh, what’s the occasion for this?” he asked as he slid his tablet into its smaller mode. You grinned cheekily. Of course, this was to mess with him. Your bravery was something to be commended. He smiled at you. “Hmmm… Was there some deeper psychological meaning by you inviting me out for Malasadas?” he pondered aloud, “If so, I’d rather we return to our hotel room.” You agreed, naturally.

🧪 However, before you both began to trek in the direction of the hotel that the Aether Foundation rented out for you both, Colress unexpectedly dropped his coat on your shoulders. Its weight was unexpected with it being a mobile computer. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, “I’m still a man, and I would prefer if others did not look at you in such a way.” You shivered at the coolness of his coat and the comment’s meaning. “There was a new Colress machine that I had been meaning to try anyway,” his eyes held a certain emotion. You could only swallow at the silent promise.

☀️Maxie🌋

🪨 He sat at his desk, typing away at his computer. Ever since his plans had gone horribly wrong, he had been attempting to figure out other ways to better aid humanity. It was tiring, but his team had been thankfully accepting of the shift. You, too, had. He felt a bit bad having dragged you into everything. Conversations between you both had felt much too formal and uncomfortable to be something shared between lovers. He pushed his glasses up to rub his eyes before going back to his computer.

🪨 His stream of focus was interrupted by someone clearing their throat. The Magma Leader’s eyes broke from the screen to gaze across his desk. He gasped. You word a short, maroon knitted dress. It was dancing much too high up your thigh than any alteration of the magma uniform he would allow. The halter-neck left your back and sides exposed to his eyes. Maxie was much more shocked than he would like to admit by your new choice in attire. It was only worsened when you decided to lean over his desk to make sure you had really captured his attention.

🪨 “I-I don’t think I will approve that if you intend to make that your variation of the uniform,” Maxie tried to scold you. His body felt far too warm as his heart raced too fast. Your hands cupped his face as you stared directly into his eyes. “Dear, why are you even wearing something like that?” he finally broke down his walls of formality. His brain was rushing with too many thoughts. Your vacant reply of just wanting to was something he did not believe for a second. Especially when you pressed your lips to his for a kiss. He felt breathless when you parted from him.

🪨 It had told him everything that he needed to know. Maxie swallowed. That certainly was not a uniform request, and you intended it solely for his eyes. His gaze went to his nearby bedroom. “I see…” he found himself nodding dumbly, “Well, if that’s what you want, then, I will be more than oblige you.” He got up from his seat. Whatever awkwardness had been lingering between you both seemed gone in this moment. He needed a little stress relief, too.

🌧Archie🌊

💧 Archie scratched his head as he stood outside of the Aqua Base. You had asked him to meet outside for a date, but you had yet to show up. He wondered if you had got lost but shrugged off his worries. There was not a chance you forgot since you had been so insistent about it. His attention instead drifted to the sea. A Sharpedo rushed through the waters off from shore while a few Wailmers lazily floated about. Everything was scenic with the evening light hanging above. Great for a date. He checked his phone for any missed messages, but he did not see any.

💧 Your voice calling his name caught his attention as he shifted his gaze away from the pokemon to see you walking across the sand to get to him. His eyes went large. A navy blue knitted dress was all you wore besides a pair of shoes. Its short length made him blink a few times. Granted, it did not seem worse than a swimsuit, yet his mind seemed to wander. The open back with a fluttering ribbon made him a bit worried. How far you walked in that? There were some weirdos out there.

💧 “Luvdisc!” he rushed over you and brought his arms around you for a right embrace. Thankfully, there were not that many people out on the Lilycove coast right now, or he would be a bit worried about people seeing you like this. “What’s up with that outfit?” he asked. The view from up close unfortunately held a stronger effect as he could see more closely how it hugged your curves just right and exposed your skin in a tantalising manner. You grinned up at him with a giggle. His heart raced. He needed to calm himself as his wetsuit also left little to the imagination if he got too excited.

💧 “I hope ya still don’t expect a date when you dressed up like that,” he let out a big guffaw, “C'mon, let’s get inside. I think you’ve had your fun.” You smirked up at him before burying your face into his nape while pressing your body close to his. Seriously, his poor heart. You were lucky he was so fit, or he might have fainted. Archie lifted you with a grunt. “Let’s have some fun together, yeah?” his own smirk was more effective than yours had been as he carried you into the Aqua Base.

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🔥Lysandre🍷

☕️ He was aware his ideals were difficult for most to comprehend. Like a strong brew of coffee, most could not bear the intensity of what he believed was best for the world. The Kalosian man simply could not allow for things to continue as they were, however. Greedy, cruel people sought to harm other people and pokemon; to take away the beauty of this world he felt so passionately about. It only made sense that with his passion you, his partner, were well aware of his plans. You were second only to him in Team Flare, even. Even Malva did not dare argue against you, lest she risk the ire of a certain giant.

☕️ The discussion of his plans was something he did without any concerns of your rejecting them. Lysandre had been with you for so long and felt certain that you would understand his ideals even if no one else could. He needed to preserve this world’s beauty by committing the ultimate sacrifice. There would be no more struggling over resources, nor would those with ill intentions exist to cause further harm. It would be an unfortunate burden on him forever, however.

☕️ The manner which you came to feel this way may not have been entirely known to Lysandre, but he had heard many different reasons from his members to have an idea. There was an urge to pry into it from him, curious as to what had hurt you so deeply as your caring lover, but he resisted. Forcing one to recount painful things was not something he wished to do. Yet, knowing that something out there had caused you such grave pain spurred him deeper into his plans and ideals. For you, he would easily set the world aflame.

☕️ Admittedly, you have very little to do with the reawakening of the ancient weapon. Team Flare’s scientists were the ones who tirelessly worked to bring it out. You, however, were there to comfort and console him through the ups and downs of his operations. Your unwavering support and reassurance made the burden of what he would have to do a bit lighter. It was not long until Geosenge was a mess as the ultimate weapon bloomed in its centre. His hand grasped your own as he watched from the lab. Soon, everything would change forever.

☕️ When everything failed, it felt as if the world had ended for you, but no one else. Lysandre left to unknown status in the rubble of the laboratory as you were forced to live in the world that viewed him as a madman of horrid ideals. Team Flare was remarked a horrible stain on Kalos’s already troubled history, and you were left alone and waiting for the day you may see Lysandre again. Desperately, you wished to believe him alive and out in the world. Until that day came, you would continue to hold on to his ideals in his stead.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ Nearly all of his team supports what twisting of the truths he fed to them. Claims of making a better world were eaten up eagerly and believed almost unquestionably, even from his highest of commanders. Saturn had not a clue what his intentions for this new world were, and Mars and Jupiter especially did not. You, however, did. Not that Cyrus would have you involved in Team Galactic officially, but it was well understood you had authority that was only directly surpassed by the Galactic Boss himself.

☄️ You were well aware of his true intentions. He was not lying about creating a world he believed to be superior to this one, but it was nothing for Team Galactic. It was all for himself… And, you, too, he supposed. This world held suffering and strife due to how such an incomplete thing as spirit remains. Cyrus had spoken of these things to you in complete confidence that you would understand. There was still mild surprise on his part when you expressed agreement with his plans. Truthfully, a small amount of doubt had dwelled within him. The way you had cupped his cheeks and leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips told him everything he needed to know.

☄️ You were kindred souls in a way. This world was a cruel and unkind place that was drowned in petty discourse and strife that simply seemed impossible to ever settle. While Cyrus knew not the details that had brought you to the point of wishing spirit gone just as he had, he silently acknowledged the suffering and pain you must have gone through. If there was one thing he could not stand, it was the thought of you in any kind of pain. His original plans had been to keep you ignorant and unaware of his actions, truthfully.

☄️ Ultimately, it helps put him at ease knowing you would unfaltering help him towards his ultimate goal. Cyrus being able to confide in you released some of the burden on him. Plans were more accurately discussed and considered while raking over books of Sinnoh’s myths. He felt certain that everything would go to plan, as you both soon had found yourselves at Spear Pillar with the Red Chain in his possession. One look at you reminder him of his certainty as he forced forth both the legendary pokemon of Sinnoh.

☄️ When the dust had settled and Cyrus vanished into the Distortion World, you felt empty. Perhaps even emptier than he claimed to be. Cynthia had spoken to you afterward, attempting to find out more about what Cyrus was doing. She had told you he had chosen to stay in the dimension. You begged her to let you join him, but she simply refused, promising to help you in any way she could. Then, to even more of your upset, one of his commanders decided to make themselves boss of Team Galactic. You quickly quit, uninterested in anything else but Cyrus and his goals. Somehow, you would find your way to him and help him finish the world you both desired.

☀️Maxie🌋

🪨 The Magma Leader had many supporters. His belief in bettering humanity by providing more land for resources was something noble. Scientists and trainers easily rallied under him as they worked tirelessly in the goal of awakening the super-ancient pokemon Groudon to do their bidding. You, as his partner, were naturally involved in his work. One of his admins, you helped him as he moved along the region to investigate possible leads. Your position was certainly high there, but not overly so as to be unfair to others.

🪨 Maxie was not at all shy about his plans. He and Archie breaking apart from how passionate and dedicated he was to them, even. You had likely heard them before most people had due to your closeness. It was hard to disagree with him. More land did seem like a reasonable way to solve numerous crises that would arise if they had not already. His confidence in his plans easily convinced you, too, alongside just wanting to support him.

🪨 His dedication and planning were something admirable in your eyes. The way he led Team Magma as a firm and capable leader was mostly what led you to support him, outside of finding his concerns about the bettering of humanity something noble. Maxie felt at ease to have your full support, especially when you voiced your utmost trust in him. He hated to consider the possibility of you turning against him and, yet it was something that crossed his mind many times before speaking with you about his plans.

🪨 It was often you aided in whatever research you could to figure out a way to awaken the legendary pokemon from its slumber. Many missions were worked with you at his side for ease of communication and improvisation where it may be required. Your unyielding support bolstered his confidence. It was not long until the Red Orb was in Team Magma’s possession alongside a stolen submarine. Soon, he would depart to the seafloor to awaken the slumbering beast for his bidding. Your praises lauded him even deeper into his convictions.

🪨 With everything that followed revolving around Groudon’s awakening and the endless drought it brought, you felt confused. Tabitha’s subsequent demands and panic about the readings made you horrified at what you had helped bring about. Maxie himself in terror at the idea of mass extinction. When a child had to fix the horrible situation your team had done, there was more salt in your wounds. It was hard to accept all that had happened, but you were forced to. Maxie’s goals subsequently shifted to something more reasonable as he changed the direction of Team Magma after it all ended. You remained at his side, still eager to nurture the better side of his ambitions.

🌧Archie🌊

💧 Archie had a lot of people on his side. His charisma and genuineness, easily attracting many to his side and believing in his plans of awakening Kyogre to solve the problem that was causing him distress. It was almost impossible for him not have you involved in Team Aqua in some way. Even if you did not have an official title, being the leader’s partner held enough authority in general. You did, however, being an admin like Shelly and Matt were. There was certainly some favouritism towards you, but not enough to really warrant any bad feelings among the members. Everyone did know to be respectful to you, though.

💧 The Aqua Leader had told you about his plans before he even had a firm grasp on his end goal. His worries about the ocean growing polluted and uninhabitable for the pokemon alongside just wishing to aid the creatures was something that came from a genuinely kind place. It ended up driving apart he and Maxie, so he leaned more on to you. His plans became solidified and seemingly reasonable enough. Kyogre would turn this world back to a pure state, something obviously needed. It was hard to tell him ‘no’, too. His smile far too convincing.

💧 Archie was pure hearted in his intentions. You felt it entirely. He hated how humanity had become apathetic to their own effects on this planet and wished to put an end to it to protect nature and pokemon. A certain sadness in his eyes reflected out the turmoil he felt from seeing cruelty that obviously haunted him. There was belief in you that it was kindness that drove him to, what must have seemed to an outsider, such extreme measures. Archie was comforted by the fact you understood his wishes truly, that he had so much support from you and his entire team.

💧 You were by his side through the thick and thin of his missions, aiding him where and when Matt and Shelly could not. Helping with the research into Kyogre late into the nights. Archie could not believe how lucky he was to have you as his partner. The solution of the Blue Orb was soon in your hands, and plans of securing a submarine brewing in the team’s plans. He squeezed you into a tight hug as he thanked you endlessly for your support through of all of this. It would not be long until Kyogre’s power purified this world.

💧 When the downpour began and Shelly panicked, you knew something was horribly wrong. When Archie re-emerged and was told of the imminent world flooding. All of you felt terrified about what had been unleashed. When a child somehow came to the world’s rescue, you could watch the cogs turning in the Aqua Leader’s head. After the storm died down and Kyogre was calmed, you could watch as he stood firm and took accountability for his actions. You felt your own responsibility, too, having so thoughtlessly supporting him. The restructuring of Team Aqua’s purpose had your full support, and Archie shifting gears for his goals. Now, you felt more aware to call him out, too.

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🔥Lysandre🍷

☕️ A man like himself saw nothing to be jealous or envious over. He had vast wealth, connections, and a social circle that fulfilled him wholly. With you, there was even less reason. He trusted you entirely, too, and truly felt that your relationship was something you both treasured. Yet, the painful feeling seemed to ignite within him when he saw you with an unknown man in the streets of Lumiose. You stood too close to a man dressed in a trench coat tucked away in an alley near his café. Your expression was unreadable due to your position of facing away from Lysandre, but he could see as the man leaned forward. He had enough at the perceived intimacy.

☕️ His strong voice called your name, making you jump. Your wide-eyed expression became apparent as you turned around from the man. Lysandre came to stand at your side with an arm firmly around your shoulders as he stared at the admittedly well-dressed man. He was not an idiot, however. It was obvious the career of the stranger at a glance. Jealousy mixed with a possible betrayal in his heart as you stood in silence. What was going on here? The man politely excused himself from the situation. He made only one last glance at you before he vanished into the busy streets of Lumiose. Lysandre felt mild annoyance and relief at the change.

☕️ “… You know I despise people who take things that aren’t theirs,” his hand came to hold your chin, “My love, could you please explain what that was?” While a kiss upon one’s cheek could be a platonic greeting, he simply could not shake the feeling of seeing such an exchange in a place away from prying eyes. Had he been too busy as of late? Were you so lonely you took a lover in some detective? His head hurt. The perceived reality crashed against the trust that he held in you.

☕️ “He was whispering something in my ear, Lysandre,” you explained, “It was some madness about your plans needing to be stopped. I had tried to explain that I had no idea what he was talking about when you showed up.” Your hand came to gently try to remove his own from your chin. He relented to your will. Was that detective aware, then? That could be a mess if left alone. The Team Flare Boss would handle it later. “Were you jealous, darling?” you smiled playfully, “Come on, I’d be a fool to even think of another man with a lover like you.”

☕️ He nodded along with your words. Yes, you would be, but Lysandre should have known you were no fool by this point. However, your beauty was something beguiling and unfortunately would draw those with disgusting intentions towards you. They were the dangers, not you. Just as that detective had proven himself. His hands cupped your face instrad as he gazed into your eyes tenderly. “Forgive me, my dear,” he spoke in a softness reserved solely for you, “I allowed myself to be overcome with doubt. I should have known better than that.”

☕️ You leaned into his touch, even resting a hand over his own. The amorous look which you returned to him made him feel even more cruel for the assumption. “It’s alright,” you reassured him, “You did end up helping me, after all. I wasn’t sure where that interaction was going to go if it kept up.” He leaned down to peck your lips. Perhaps, you needed a guard. People attempting to use you against him was simply a horrifying scenario. Another thing to consider later.

☕️ “And I will always help you if that should be required,” he moved away from the intimate moment to be aware once more that you were still both standing in an alleyway, “My love, let us head into my café. We should talk at once about what baseless claims that detective espoused to you.” Lysandre needed to see what all he knew and settle any possible seeds of doubt it might have sown within you. You nodded and followed at his side as he walked. Jealousy was long forgotten and replaced with worry and concern. The last thing he wanted was another delay in his plans.

🌧Archie🌊

💧 Jealousy felt foreign to Archie. It was extremely rare that he even felt that way. Well, so long as it did not involve a certain redhead. Really, the only thing that ever made him feel jealous always seemed to be related to Maxie. Otherwise, he could not think of a time jealousy had really bothered him. That was probably why he instantly felt upset upon seeing you at the market in Slateport with the Magma Leader. His feelings were like a raging sea when he saw Maxie hand you something and you gasp excitedly.

💧 Archie ran over in a obvious fit, scaring both of you. He immediately felt a bit bad at seeing how he upset you but confused by the harsh look the redhead sent his way. Seriously? Maxie went on a date with his partner and has the balls to act upset with him? Before Archie could pick a fight with the other man, the Magma Leader readjusted his glasses and politely bid a farewell to you both. He only gave a second look at you, to which you hid whatever he had given you away from Archie’s sight. This only upset him more.

💧 “Luvdisc!” he pouted at you, “Of all people, you’d go with Maxie over me?” You looked horrified at his words. It made him reconsider his accusation again. Would you even do that? It was not like you at all, but it was also weird to see you out with him, too! His brain felt fried. And, really, what gift you given by Maxie? You were clearly hiding it. He crossed his arms. “Ah – sorry,” he corrected himself, “Why are you out with that guy?”

💧 You looked away nervously, clearly unsure how to respond. The item was still hidden from him. You cleared your throat. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you get jealous before, Archie,” you tried to change the subject. He was not going to let you and attempted to look at what you had, which made you hide it more. What was it? This was really going to bother him. He now felt the jealousy coming back. What if it was some romantic gift?! Chocolates, flowers… maybe even a ring?!

💧 “Don’t tell me… Yer actually in love with him?” Archie gasped, “Is that some gift of his undying affection?!” You looked mortified at those accusations. In trying to hide whatever it was, you only drove him deeper into the worries that you were really in some weird affair with Maxie. You felt distressed by his sudden fit of jealousy and the fact he was not going to stop until he knew what the item was. Sighing, you revealed it to him. This uncomfortable back and forth needed to end before it became a scene that attracted onlookers.

💧 Archie gazed at the Sharpedo plush doll in your hands as you frowned at him. “I asked Maxie to help me find you a birthday gift,” you explained, “I know you two are hot and cold. But, he was your best friend at some point, so I figured he’d know best. This was the choice we picked out together.” He gasped and felt his stomach twist. Between accusing you of cheating and ruining a surprise from you, he almost deflated. Scratching the back of his head, he looked away from you in shame.

💧 “I - I see,” he nodded, “Er, I’m sorry for accusing you of cheating.” Archie was not sure how to make it up from here. “When it comes t’ stuff involving him, I just don’t think straight most of the time,” he admitted. You sighed and let out a weak laugh. What happened, happened, you supposed, and you held out the plush to him as an early gift. He took it meekly. “I’ll treasure it,” he promised, “He can hang out on my work desk. No, wait, Matt might want to take ‘em then…” You laughed brighter this time at the thought. In the end, you both managed to move past the moment of jealousy.

💫Volo📜

⭐️ He wanted to claim he was not a jealous man. Volo desperately wished to say feelings of envy did not swirl inside his chest at a variety of things in his day to day. The feeling of jealousy was an unfortunate friend to the blond’s lonely existence. He did feel justified in this case, however. The annoying leader of the Diamond Clan had his arm disgustingly wrapped around your shoulders while he let out a laugh. You smiled back at him and leaned slightly into the hug. It was maddening to Volo. He was your lover – him, not Adaman.

⭐️ Putting on his amicable smile, he approached you both. You pulled away from the affection to approach Volo, expression too innocent for the indulgence he had just seen you engaged in. He caught your wrist in his hand as he pulled you into an embrace. Arms locking around your back. Envy still ate at his heart, even with you returning the affection and no matter your surprise at the suddenness of it. His eyes bore into Adaman, who seemed indifferent to the scene before him. He bit his tongue until it drew blood.

⭐️ Soon after the situation, you both bid your farewells to the clan leader and headed back towards a base camp. His hand was tight around your hand as the scene would not leave his mind. It kept eating at his brain enough to cause him to stop in the middle of the marshlands to turn his attention fully to you. His eyes were not the usual ones, filled with a strange curiosity as his hand came to cup your cheek. “Just what were you and Adaman doing earlier?” he asked with a cold tone.

⭐️ You almost wanted to flinch at his behavioural shift. Volo did not quite seem like the friendly man you had come to know. His demeanour seemed almost entirely different; something desperate and feral. His touch was not one with a usual affectionate kind, but something possessive and demanding. You sighed. Was Volo jealous? He did not really strike you as the type. “He was thanking me for battling him,” you explained, “The hug was just him wanting to show his appreciation for saving Hisui.” Volo’s suspicious look did not subside.

⭐️ “… Do you really think he wouldn’t want more from you?” he tilted his head, “You’re a hero to everyone here. Many people would want to court you for the prestige alone.” You grabbed his hand that was on your cheek. Did he think you would just leave him the second another opportunity made itself known? Volo usually seemed so confident in himself. You leaned closer to him and gazed at him lovingly.

⭐️ “And why does that matter when I love you, Volo?” you told him, “I don’t want anybody else.” His gaze finally softened at that, appearing to go back to normal from whatever had possessed him. He pressed his forehead against your own and pulled you into a tight embrace. It was nearly suffocating and consuming, but you preferred to him spiralling in jealousy. Seriously, why would you want anyone but him? He arguably was the best bachelor in Hisui, just from his descendant alone.

⭐️ “Good,” he mumbled out, stormy eyes piercing into your own, “I apologise for my odd behaviour. I simply hate the idea of anyone else having what I believe is mine.” You wanted to roll your eyes at his wording. Well, if you were his, then he was yours. Pressing a kiss to his lips, all the tension seemed to fade in the now setting sun. Whatever had come over Volo was gone when you arrived at the base camp, instead replaced with eager chatter about our of the old verses you had found and graciously allowed him to read.

🥼Colress🛸

🧪 Jealousy… It was a strange thing for Colress. Not common at all. Mostly because he was too busy with his work to really focus on things like that. Yet, somehow, seeing you on the beach of Alola with that bug-obssessed man made him feel strangely upset. The way you bickered with him in a strange familiarity made his brain surge with odd thoughts. He knew they were untrue, yet for some reason he felt certain that you were interested in the other man. His typing on his keyboard came to a halt when you leaned into his shoulder to laugh.

🧪 His feet carried him over to you both with little thought. You nearly jumped up at the sudden appearance of Colress, his face eerily serious. Your conversation partner, Guzma as he introduced himself, was unsettled by him. The scientist found himself asking endless questions about this white-haired man, and even challenged him to a battle to observe more data for his research. This all culminated in the blond effectively chasing off Guzma and leaving you alone with him.

🧪 You looked at him curiously after he sat beside you on the beach, taking the place of where his apparent rival had been. With Guzma gone, Colress seemed to have finally processed his feelings and felt even more confused by them. You tugged on his blue stand cruelly. “Col, what got into you?” you tilted your head, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you act like that. You just kept going on and on about your research and were clearly trying to chase him off.”

🧪 Colress took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. Why had he become so jealous? Was it because he had not expected to see you with another man? Or was it the way you leaned into his shoulder and laughed that reminded him too much of your time spent cuddled up with him? He wanted to say he felt embarrassed, but he really did not. Mostly, he was confused and curious about what brought out those emotions. “I was jealous,” he said plainly, “I’m not even sure why I was.” You let out a laugh at his words.

🧪 “Wait, really?” you were honestly a bit amazed, “I thought you only had like… three modes. Research, happy, and, uh, 'playful’.” You were mindful of the children on the beach and monitored your language. Well, there was also hate, but that was only reserved for a certain someone. Otherwise, he mostly was predictable, excluding a few specific circumstances. He chuckled at your words and put his glasses back on.

🧪 “How did you meet him?” he asked curiously, “I know you’ve been running around Alola while I’ve been busy with my work, but I hadn’t thought you had become close with anybody.” You just shrugged. Guzma was someone you just kept running into when his grunts annoyed you. It eventually became something amicable between you both. Certainly, nothing romantic. Colress just sighed at the end of your explanation. Perfectly normal and expected, honestly. It made his strange fit of jealous feel even more confusing. Your hand came to grasp his gloved one. “How interesting… You’ve brought forth a new side of me,” he laughed lightly.

🧪 You laughed, too, and leaned against him to watch the Alolan sea in all its grandeur. You both had gone to such a romantic place, and neither of you had done anything all too romantic. “Well, let’s make sure you don’t have to bring it out again soon,” you looked into his bright yellow eyes, “Why don’t we have a date? It’s been a while. Maybe that’s why you got jealous.” His expression brightened at your words. It seemed that he believed that could be exactly it.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ Jealousy was a rare thing for him to experience, like most feelings. Cyrus believed he had mastered fully suppressing his spirit, yet, somehow, you continually proved him wrong. Why did his heart ache at the sight of you eagerly chatting with that Gym Leader? The blond had your full attention while you sat on the bench that Cyrus was supposed to meet you at. He was unfortunately familiar, too. A reminder of that painful place. It stung even more when you laughed at something Volkner said and his lips twitched into a playful smile at your reaction.

☄️ You, however, noticed Cyrus before he had to disengage and calm himself down. Waving at him, you called out his name with that tone he failed to resist. Volkner even turned his head to gaze at the blue-haired man, a bit stunned to see him again. With his hands locked behind his back, he approached you both. Minor, polite conversation was exchanged with the Gym Leader as he questioned what Cyrus had been up to, but he seemed to catch on as to why you two were meeting up and excused himself away. Cyrus felt his brain surging with unfortunate thoughts.

☄️ After he had gone away, it remained just you and Cyrus in the secluded area of the park. The blue-haired man took a seat beside you and attempted to realign himself. He was not a jealous person. Envy was a useless thing that caused pointless strife. Yet, the thought of you becoming charmed by Volkner and choosing him over Cyrus was disgustingly consuming. The Gym Leader had charms and was someone that caught many people’s eyes, he knew well. His grip on his knee became painful as he tried to force the nightmarish scenario from his head.

☄️ Your sudden touch on his shoulder grounded him back in reality. A soft smile was on your lips. The sun captured your beauty perfectly, making his heart ache even more at the thought of losing you. Your kindness and affection were the only things that held him back from fully dedicating himself to his plans. “… Are you jealous?” you asked curiously, “Cy! That’s adorable.” He glared at you for your word choice, which only made you laugh. Everything felt a bit lighter after that sound entered his ears. He would never admit that it was jealousy, however.

☄️ “I… I simply was confused as to why he was here…” Cyrus lied, “Amity Square does not seem to be a place that would attract him.” You tilted your head and nodded along with his words. Volkner really did not seem like the type to want to go to a place full of cute pokemon. You moved to lean your head against his shoulder and hold his hand. Cyrus gripped your hand in return. Why did you even choose him? He was someone who was difficult to get along with and clearly unwanted by most.

☄️ “Who cares? I was just chatting with him to pass the time,” you reassured him, “He said he was the Gym Leader of Sunnyshore, so I got curious if he knew you.” His stomach dropped at that. What had he said about him? Had it been about his isolation in his youth, or how his parents had been utterly disappointed with him? Jealousy had been replaced with dread. “He said you always seemed like someone with a lot of potential,” you turn to look at him sweetly, “When I said you were interested in how power was generated, he said he needed you to return to Sunnyshore.” He wanted to grumble at his lie getting even bigger than it already was.

☄️ “Now, Cy,” you pulled him up from the bench as you stood up, “There’s no need to be jealous! You’re the only one I love. I doubt I’d ever meet anyone like you again, so don’t worry about anyone else stealing me away.” Your arms came around him to squeeze him into a tight hug. His cheeks burned with heat at everything you did to him. He brought a single arm around you and patted your back awkwardly. You just laughed again at his hesitance. And with that, his worries were put to rest. Somehow, you did truly only want to be with him.

☀️Maxie🌋

🪨 The Magma Leader would admit he had moments of jealousy. He was no saint above human emotion, but he prided himself on his control of his feelings. Maxie rarely let them cloud his thinking. Rarely, being the key word. However, a certain anchor wearing man seemed to have this effect on him that caused his train of thought to crash hard and explode. Which is why he nearly screamed at the sight of you at the Lilycove department store with Archie. His hand was resting on your back as you both leaned over to look at something. Envy instantly stabbed directly in his heart. Why were you with Archie?!

🪨 A loud 'ahem’ from him brought both of your attentions away from whatever you had been looking at and up to him. You gasped while Archie shot him one of those grins that just made his blood boil. His face barely reflected it, but both of you could read him with unfortunate ease. Sensing his upset, Archie quickly gave 'bye’ and left you alone to handle the upset redhead. You rose up to your height and smiled as kindly as you could at Maxie.

🪨 “May I ask just what you were doing with Archie, of all people?” he questioned with a cocked brow, “I hope you know that he and I are rivals. I thought it was fairly obvious.” His scrunched his face up as you scratched your head. If you were going to have an affair with anyone, did it have to be him? He would have preferred it being Tabitha or that rock-loving champion to Archie. You looked completely guilty, too! Frustration was boiling inside him.

🪨 “… Maxie,” you finally replied, using a soft tone, “I was just… looking for something, and I asked Archie for help.” He felt ready to erupt. His hand came to rub his eyes while pushing his glasses up. Your phrasing was not easing any of his concerns that you had decided to run off with the Aqua Leader. You nervously looked away from him. Maxie felt strangely vulnerable and hurt by that idea. Archie was not an unattractive man, nor was he without his charisma. It would not be the first time someone chose Archie over him, and he was certain it would not be the last.

🪨 “… Fine,” he felt too hurt, “I understand if you want to be with Archie, but at least end your relationship with me first.” Your shocked expression got him off guard as he gazed at you. Instantly, you were close to him and holding his hand tightly in your own. You shook your head at his words. Was that not it? Then, why on earth were you here with him in such a position. He did feel the urge to hear you out with how hurt you looked by his accusation.

🪨 “That’s not it,” you shook your head again, “I asked him to help find a gift for you… I asked Tabitha but he was not sure, and I didn’t think Courtney would want to help me. The only person I could think of was him…” Maxie looked at you suspiciously. A gift… for him? His birthday was coming up. He suddenly felt a bit mortified himself. Gazing at the shelf finally, he saw Numel themed merchandise on it. Oh, no. You were not lying. Archie’s hand on you made sense with how touchy he was. His face dropped. The situation had been completely misunderstood by him.

🪨 “M-my dear,” he awkwardly shifted to grip your hand back, “I apologise. I shouldn’t have made such a callous accusation… especially while you were doing something so nice for me.” Archie had unfortunately led you right, too. It appeared you were both looking at a large Numel plush before he had interrupted. His cheeks were nearly the same colour as his uniform. “… Doubly so for ruining your surprise,” he wanted to give himself extra paperwork as a punishment for this. You seemed at ease, happy that he had stopped thinking you were cheating on him. The both of you agreed to put the moment behind you, thankfully.

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🔥Lysandre🍷

☕️ He was well aware of the trainer interfering in his team’s plans. It was also known that they resembled you, his lover. Lysandre truly did not believe it was, however. There was no reason for you to do such a thing. You were, of course, a member of Team Flare yourself. Not an active one, no, he would not have you so deeply involved. Your membership was simply understood. At least, to him. It was mostly him trying to convince himself it was a misunderstanding or that some person had disguised themselves as you to harm him.

☕️ Which is why he felt confused when one of his admins had reported your presence at the Pokeball Factory. A picture was undeniable proof. Your pokemon party was something he knew well. A shiny Pyroar featured in the picture was a gift from him. His heart burned. It must have been a misunderstanding. You would never do such a thing. Your support for his creation of a beautiful world was something he had heard many times. Long conversations between the cusp of slumber and consciousness, or over a cup of coffee in his café. This must have been you thinking they were doing something cruel. Your heart was too fragile; exactly why you were not an active member.

☕️ Another image came to him of you in Frost Cavern, stopping Team Flare from taking a Mamoswine. His patience was growing short, but he understood your heart was in the right place. You were truly kind. It was a reason he had fallen in love with you. That was why he kept his true plans a secret from you for so long. The frustration of his scientists and admins was bleeding into him, however. Your interference could put you at risk. Lysandre subtly tried to distract you with assorted dates and meetings in Lumiose.

☕️ It seemed as if it worked. You were too busy to act out and kept in his line of sight for careful monitoring. He felt relieved that the misunderstanding had been resolved. It truly must have been an unfortunate case of your kind heart leading to you accidentally opposing him. You were a beautiful person who could be the one to claim Lysandre as a lover. It was why felt confident to release his message and truly begin his plans. The key was nearly his for the Ultimate Weapon.

☕️ Then, you showed up in his labs with a horribly aggressive expression. Your eyes landed on him as he stood in front of the elevator. Had something happened? He was about to ask when you snapped at him. “What in the world do you think you’re doing?” you shouted and brought out a pokeball. He felt offended. What did you think you were doing? “I won’t let you do this,” you continued and tossed out your pokemon. He stood in even more offence. You… You couldn’t be truly intending to…? Lysandre sighed. He engaged you in battle with little hesitation.

☕️ Your victory made him more upset. What had got into you? This behaviour was simply unlike you. He watched as you stepped towards him. Your eyes met his. “… Lysandre, please stop this,” you begged him, “This is insanity! You truly can’t intend to kill everyone but Team Flare!” Your kind heart again… Oh, how your hurt expression wounded him deeply. He shook his head. It was far too late to back out from his plans. You simply were fighting the inevitable, but having you in the way would be painful. The risk of you leaving a safe location was also something he considered heavily. Distracting you by letting you play the hero seemed best for now.

☕️ Which is how he allowed things to continue. The weapon would be used whether you wished it to or not, you just needed to allow him enough time to prepare it. He even let you make the choice in an attempt to appeal to your better nature. Unfortunately, you guessed the button to stop the weapon. He had already long gone from the labs at that point, however. The final phase was upon them. Lysandre knew you would follow after him, too. Your safety was still ensured. He would bide more time when you got here.

☕️ Your opposition grew more and more frustration as the end drew closer, yet closer. The way you argued with him about this, feeling more like a lover’s quarrel than something of philosophical debate. The resulting battle failed to buy him enough time to activate the weapon, and his loss had him stand aside. His admins and grunts would have to be the one’s to halt you, it seemed. Before you left down the staircase, he felt his stomach twist painfully. Of all people, you being so foolish was not expected. Your rejection of the beautiful world he wished to create was something that burned him painfully.

☕️ His already ruined mood was pure rage as admins alerted him that you managed to awaken and capture the legendary pokemon despite numerous attempts to stop you. He rushed down to retrieve it, tired of letting you play hero. They were ninety-nine percent done with the absorption. There was no more reason to let you keep playing these games. Lysandre would unfortunately have to crush the hope that had coasted you along thus far. He stood stiffly before you as you glared at him. “My love,” his voice was commanding, “Return the pokemon at once. This is for the best. I know you have your reservations, but I do not wish for this to become any more difficult than it already has been.” Your silent head shake spoke louder than words could have been shouted. When this was over, he would force you to see his plans were the right thing.

☕️ The moments after the battle were a mess of rage and pain. He screamed and threats were issued. You were unaffected by it all as you simply dragged him away from the darkened chamber of nothing but wire and ominous dull light. His contingency plan failed, as he watched the weapon’s attack fall back toward it and destroy the hideout underneath. Lysandre wished he could have been smothered under the rubble rather than face the failure of his plans, but it seemed you were not for allowing that either. He ordered you and you to an isolated retreat as he recuperated from the ordeal. You had ruined everything he had so tirelessly worked for. Yet, he could not even bring himself to hate you. He stood beside you as you gazed at a lapping ocean from the sanctuary of a balcony. “… You have chosen a world of conflict and suffering,” he sighed, “This beautiful world will rot.” You just leaned into his side in reply, silently nuzzling into the soft fabric of his robe. Lysandre bit his tongue. For now, the topic would be postponed.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ The Galactic Boss had heard about the trainer who kept interrupting his team’s activities. At first, he opted to ignore it. His subordinates failings were annoying, sure, but it was no actual hindrance to his plans. The trainer could keep playing hero, he did not care. His underlings complaints and descriptions did not even draw his curiosity. It was this apathy, in retrospect, that made the actual situation have such an awful impact on him.

☄️ Celestic Town was supposed to be an intel gathering trip. He still needed to confirm a few theories and possibilities before completely putting his plans into action. One of his grunts, there to assist him, was being loud suddenly. He came to investigate why and felt himself freeze. Of all people… His posture became horribly stiff. The Galactic grunt, an old lady… and you. He tried to maintain himself. So, what if you were here? You were free to go wherever you pleased. Cyrus was not restrictive towards his partner.

☄️ Your battle with the grunt was over in an instant. The moment your eyes met, he could understand everything. The grunt looking mortified to have been defeated in front of him to you staring at him with widened eyes. “… Beloved,” he said simply, “This is unfortunate. I had not wished to involve you in this.” It was obvious you were not listening to his explanation for why he was doing this, which worsened his now ruined mood. The battle that followed caught him off-guard, despite being the one to initiate. His loss must have been due to the affection his pokemon held toward you. Cyrus forced himself to ignore the discomfort your glare singed into him. Temporary, he reminded himself.

☄️ The stories of a trainer interfering in his team’s work now haunted him as he headed back to Veilstone. Had you known it was him that lead Team Galactic before then? It did not seem so. Your reaction was that of genuine surprise. Every negative emotion this situation wrought forth from the both of you would be gone with the completion of his plans. Still, he felt strangely… upset. His chest felt tight in a way it had not for many years. It was not a surprise to find you had packed a bag and seemingly left the apartment you both shared. The tightness in his chest felt suffocating.

☄️ His commanders’ frustrations about the trainer came through their lines of communication after the awakening and subsequent kidnapping of the legendary pokemon of the lakes. You were not making this easy. Everything was nearly done. His stress was already high enough as it were. All of his commanders being utterly defeated by you made him ponder what this was leading up to. The tightness in his chest grow painful. His hand grasped his shirt over it. The disgusting incomplete spirit forced inside was nothing but torment.

☄️ A last speech to his team left him with a dry throat and tired mind. Forcing himself to speak publicly was always exhausting, but even more so when he saw you attempting to hide just out of sight. Cyrus still was not entirely sure how the following confrontation would fare for you both. It was little surprise when you stepped into his office. Your face was fierce… Until, it was not. Part of him wished to mock the fleeting emotions, but another piece that he wished to suppress the painful expression that fell across your face.

☄️ The battle between you both was one of willpower on both sides. Your heart was entirely in the battle, desperate to stop him, but he could not back down. Not so close to the realisation of his ideal world. You simply did not understand the peace this world would hold. All your conflicting emotions would fizzle away into nothingness, allowing you to finally be at ease. He, too, would be at ease. His victory felt hollow. Your tears nearly made him hesitate. They would no longer matter, he had to remind himself. This new world was mostly for him… But he would not lie and say he failed to consider the benefits of it for you. He left the building with the red chain securely in his possession. You would understand.

☄️ Your opposition saw you even to Spear Pillar. Mars and Jupiter barely managed to buy him enough time to force both the legendary pokemon of time and space out. Your panicked yell could only echo out as a third shadowy pokemon emerged. Annoyance filled Cyrus, but he already prepared himself to call upon the power of time and space and make his perfect world. You would be forgiven for opposing him. Soon, this will not matter at all – The uninvited pokemon came down over him.

☄️ His upset and rage only led to more upset and rage. Emotions, vile and consuming, swirled inside him. His plans were almost finished. You had made everything worse, grabbing onto him right before it had dragged him here. He was going to initiate another battle when you grabbed his hand. The heat of it sank into him. Your eyes were big as you stared at him. His hatred of spirit only grew harsher when he saw you in pain. “Cyrus… Stop, please,“ you begged him, “Do… Do you truly want to live in a world where we can’t even love each other?” He froze.

☄️ You battled the pokemon, Giratina, not long after. He turned away after you captured it and returned to his side. Cyrus would not leave this world yet urged you to. There was no reason for you to remain here. You refused, naturally, and found yourself pressed to his side. There was nothing he could say to make you reconsider, he already knew. A final message to Saturn to not look for him and do to what he wished with Team Galactic left you both together in the strange dimension. He had no intentions of stopping pursuing his goals. “I will not stop,” he had warned, and you just smiled. A tight embrace from you told him everything without saying a word – Neither would you.

🌧Archie🌊

💧 Truly, when he saw you battling his grunts at the Oceanic Museum, he just shrugged it off. Battling was fun, and maybe they had done something to frustrate you. No big deal. You just did not get what they were doing because he had not told you. That was on him. Which why he squeezed you into a tight hug and explained what they were doing. You would get it, he trusted. His Luvdisc knew he would only act with good intentions for the bettering of pokemon and the oceans. Your expression still seemed a bit sceptical. Well, that was fine. You would come around and let it go.

💧 Then… Mt. Chimney happened. The investigation was going well until Maxie decided to have his grunts interrupt. It was annoying, but not something that would stop him. No, what stopped him was you. Beating Shelly, you rushed over with a pokeball still in your hand. What, had you missed him? He had been a bit busy for you lately. Before he could start to apologise, you demanded to know what he was doing with the meteorite. His explanation did not seem to please you, unfortunately. What was up with you? The pokemon you sent out told him you wanted a battle at least. He engaged you instantly. Your victory left him confused, but the meteorite plan was left behind with a message from Matt.

💧 Well, he may have been a bit in denial still, but a third confrontation kind of sealed your intentions to him. Your harsh expression as you demanded he stop was haunting, honestly. You being upset was not a sight he particularly enjoyed. Which is why it felt worse with the nearing of his plan’s completion. He told Matt to handle you as he made off with the Blue Orb, not wanting to be swayed over by your pout even a little bit. Did you not believe in him? It stung, but he supposed everyone was entitled to their own feelings. Archie just wished yours did not lead to you opposing him so fiercely. He had to dodge your hand reaching out for him as he ran off. Your expression became something of hurt.

💧 You showing up at the harbour and demanding he stop this finally sealed it. Yeah, you had entirely disagreed with his intentions to wake up Kyogre. That would make you the second person in his life to explicitly call out his plans and go out of your way to attempt to stop them. He and Shelly got away in the submarine, while he felt deflated. Come on, why did it have to be you? He could stand Maxie doing it, but you were just salt on the wound. You seemed to love his interest in helping save the oceans and pokemon before, but when he actually has a fathomable goal, you start going against him? He crossed his arms. Great, now you had him second guessing himself.

💧 He had wanted you at his side for this. You would stand with him, just like Matt and Shelly, grinning as he awoke Kyogre from its slumber to set this world back to a pure state. But, instead, he had you upset with him and demanding he stop. Archie knew you would feel dumb when his plans were completed and everything was better. He would forgive you without needing an apology and put this period behind you both. It would be a nice change. As it was, he hated this. Your support was something he craved. It was not needed, but it would be pleasant to have you smile at him and tell him he was doing something good.

💧 When you burst into the cavern right after he beat Maxie, he felt in between a blast of pride at beating his rival and getting ready to awaken Kyogre and upset. You were trying to stop him again! He was absolutely not letting you this late in the game. Alright, he did not want to have to crush you, but he could not let you even think of stopping him any more. Your battle was intense and full of clear emotions. No matter the outcome, he was awakening Kyogre. Your victory still stung, though. More of your opposition digging into his heart. Shelly suddenly turning against him completely caught him off guard.

💧 Archie was mortified by what followed. The heavy downpour coming down hard on the surface nearly brought him to his knees. This was not what he had wanted at all. A world flood? Absolutely not. He found himself holding you in a tight hug, and he apologised for not listening to you. Instantly, he worked with you to stop the super-ancient pokemon. The Aqua Suit was handed off to you, while he could only hope for your safety as you headed deep into the cave. His relief came when the clouds departed from the sky, and you returned alive and well with the beast captured.

💧 The both of you ended up at his room in the Aqua Hideout some time afterwards, exhausted from the insane events of the day. You laid down on his bed while he took a seat beside you. He felt a bit too lucky you were there to stop him. If you had not been so aggressive in stopping him… He shuddered. This world would not be in a liveable state for anything. “I’m sorry,” Archie said with little hesitation, “I got too caught up in everything… Guess I wasn’t thinking straight. It should have been obvious when you AND Shelly started sayin’ it was a bad idea.” You looked at him curiously.

💧 Pulling him down, you forced him into a cuddle. He eagerly gave in, happy to finally have some precious alone time with his Luvdisc. Your hands came to cup his face, burying themselves in his beard. He chuckled a bit, but your expression was stern. You squeezed his face. “Bad Archie,” you told him, “You wanting to protect the oceans and pokemon is a good, noble thing, but if you try to flood everyone again, I’ll leave you for Maxie or something.” He gasped. You would not! He hugged you tightly. That threat held some heavy weight.

💧 While your opposition had been upsetting, he was ultimately glad that you had done it. There was some kind of madness he would admit having lost himself in, and you being constantly on him about it made him actually be able to realise the errors of his actions. Plus, it was always good to know his partner was fully ready to stop him from doing something stupid. Next time, he hoped for a discussion from you and him to actually sit down and listen, however.

☀️Maxie🌋

🪨 When he had encountered you battling his grunts at the museum, he had thought little of it. His assumption was that you were confused by his intentions. Understandable, truthfully, as he had yet to sit you down and converse about the ultimate goal of Team Magma with you. Despite being his partner, he had yet to involve you. While he may have chosen to stay in his hideout with his team, you did not live there. He sighed and apologised for any ill behaviour from his grunts before explaining his goals. You had nodded along, so he assumed that you understood that he was not up to anything malicious. Maxie expected this situation to be a one-off thing brought on by confusion and misunderstandings.

🪨 That, however, proved to be a wrong assessment on his part. Your presence at Mt. Chimney was unexpected. The fact that you seemingly went out of the way to defeat every single grunt – with the annoying aid of Team Aqua – in order to stop him from using the meteorite he had taken as a possible way to awaken Groudon. He barely had time to question just what you were doing before you tossed out a pokemon for a battle. Was this truly how this was going? Why were you opposing him? Did you not understand? He supposed he would simply have to show his intentions with a battle. Your victory left him astonished. Maxie was not unaware that you were a trainer, but he did not expect to be bested so easily. The volcano plan was begrudgingly given up.

🪨 Once is an accident, twice is a coincidence… A third almost certainly shows purpose, despite how he wished to deny that possibility. Maxie truly did not want to consider the idea that you opposed his goals. Why would you? Surely, you must have understood how important they were to him and trusted him enough to make a good decision. He felt his face genuinely drop at the sight of you at Mt. Pyre. A determined look shined in your eyes. His stomach twisted. Why was this happening? He kept up his facade as he excused himself and ordered Courtney to instead battle you. His plans were nearly completed, and he did not to risk losing time or sanity here. The look you glared into him pierced him deeply as he walked away.

🪨 Your appearance at the harbour truly forced the complicated feelings to set in. Your voice calling out to him and shaming him made his breathing fall uneven as he and Tabitha departed in the stolen submarine. When he felt alone, he ran a hand through his red hair while pondering your intentions. You had not said a word to him about disapproval or disagreement with his interesting in evolving humanity and aiding in overall progress. Suddenly, as soon as he decided to express interest in expanding the landmass, you started harshly and aggressively standing against him. It made him falter.

🪨 Truly, Maxie had wanted to invite you to join Team Magma and stand beside him as he brought his ambitions to fruition. That was simply impossible as it stood. It hurt to lose yet another person in his life to his plans. You would forgive him and apologise for your opposition when he had finished his plans, however. He took off his glasses and sighed in the cramped space of the submarine. Your support would truly do wonders. Only you could make him second guess himself, even with the endless support of his scientists, grunts, and admins.

🪨 You showing up in the Seafloor Cavern was utterly tormenting. Maxie had just defeated Archie as you entered the chamber with an upset expression on your face. He sighed. This was not time for proper discussion, alas. The look in your eyes told him that you absolutely felt the same. Groudon was within his reach. He hoped this defeat would convince you to his side. His loss frustrated him endlessly as he turned away from you. The painful feelings were enough from just having you against him, much less being defeated by you. Apparently your opposition was contagious, as Tabitha then decided to oppose him, too.

🪨 He was not one to admit when he was wrong. Maxie was headstrong and stubborn. Described much like his favourite choice in pokemon, but he even he felt obligated to apologise when he saw the world-ending scenario he had brought upon the world despite your continued attempts to stop him. He did not feel the horrible feeling in his chest subside, even after you risked your safety in trying to quell Groudon. You even managed to catch it. He bit his tongue for so long.

🪨 When it was finally you both alone in his room in the Magma Hideout, Maxie felt his trained posture drop as he gazed at you. You sat on his bed with your arms crossed. He took a seat beside you. His eyes could not meet your own from the shame burning in his chest. “I apologise,” he managed to get out after an uncomfortable silence, “… I still wish to pursue my goals of bettering humanity, but I see that my intentions with Groudon were short-sighted and dangerous.” The redhead finally moved to look at you. You seemed less upset.

🪨 Your arms came around him to pull him into a hug, making him freeze for a moment. The affection was something he had missed during this busy and stressful period of his life. The embrace was returned slowly. “Maxie, I love you a lot,” you softly told him. He felt his heart race. The words were reciprocated instantly, desperate to show that he still cared for you, too. “Now, you’re a scientist, right,” you moved to look into his bespectacled gaze, “How did you not consider the possibility that Groudon would eliminate all water through its drought? Or even what offsetting the current balance of the earth would actually do short-term and long-term?” Maxie felt his cheeks burn. You were unfortunately right again.

🪨 Thankfully, your opposition was mostly understood after the high of summoning Groudon subsided. You understood his heart was in the right place, but he somehow lost his critical thinking skills along the way. There were some slight concerns in trust, but a proper discussion between you both helped soothe the worries away. He felt glad, too, secretly. Maxie would come to trust that you would call out his bad ideas when others may hesitate.

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🌧Archie🌊

💧 He was not exactly sure when he gained his consciousness. Maybe he had always had it? Archie did not really care all too much for the philosophical enough to debate it. All he knew for certain was that you were always there. Not the player character that stood before him, but you. He had seen you a few times, he knew. Originally, somewhere in the first run and then a few times after throughout the following… years? He could only run off the internal 3DS clock, which wasn’t reliable when you could change it at will. Yet, he knew. You changed. Got older.

💧 The salty winds around him may have been virtual, alongside everything else he knew, and he may have been aware that everything he was doing was for naught and the same end point. That all did not matter. He saw how much you deeply enjoyed the game and was happy to play out his role for you. Though, he was more than eager to see how much he could get away with altering things before you would get suspicious. Something to keep you coming back to him. At some point, he knew that he had become enamoured with you.

💧 Many times, he pondered if there was a way for him to leave this place. It seemed like there had to be a way, but he felt himself unable to do anything significant. A feeling of incapability was haunting. Only worsened by you returning for yet another play through. This time… You seemed different. And not in a good way. It was obvious something was bothering you out there in that unknown world to him. His stomach dropped. Even this fantasy world did not seem to bring you any comfort. Archie thought on it for a long time. Long enough for you to nearly have beaten the game.

💧 It was at the final scene where he was about to awaken Kyogre and send the world into chaos that he finally broke his carefully crafted role. His small character model looked up at the screen with a bright smile. You seemed a bit frightened by the sudden change, but he did not really care at this point. The Aqua Leader knew he could win you over. He had realised something. He could not go out to you, but what about the reverse? “Hey, scamp!” he called out with a new text box, “I get this is startling an’ all, but I wanted to ask something to ya.”

💧 He could see the tears that glistened in your eyes more than often enough to make him concerned. “You want to come in here?” he asked. You froze. Staring at the console and rereading the line of text that he had created. It obviously was unbelievable. What were you trying to convince yourself? He could only wonder. “C'mon, I’m not a glitch or whatever yer thinking. It’s a genuine offer,” he continued. You blinked this time. Then, you brought your hand to the screen. He reached his own up towards yours.

💧 You could only gasp when your hand actually went through the screen. His own found yours and pulled you in, bringing you entirely into the world lingering behind the screens. You fell onto him as you both landed on to the rocky terrain beneath you. Gasps left you as you gazed around to see the other characters in the scene standing there. Arms came around your waist as the pirate man held you to himself. “Don’t worry, they won’t react to you,” Archie reassured you with a hardy laugh. You could smell the scent of the sea all about and fell the stagnant air of the cave now.

💧 You both departed from the story beats as he took you to stand on the beach of Lilycove with him. The salty air stung your eyes and nose, but it felt so real. Especially with the unexpected ally in the form of the game’s villain. Archie stood beside you with a dreamy look in his eyes. He had an arm around your waist, seeming to prefer keeping some touch on you. All the troubles that plagued you felt so foreign when standing in a distant world with no ties pulling you back. You could see real pokemon, too. It felt impossible. “Well, yer definitely more perked up now,” Archie spoke to you again, “Feel free to stay as long as you like. Nothing really changes here without my or your input.” You gazed at him. He gave a big, playful grin as the ties of his bandana blew in the wind. Here, you felt more at peace.

☀️Maxie🌋

🪨 He could recall the exact moment he became aware of his sentience. It was terrifying, after all. A moment where you realise everything around you is fake and doomed to an eternal loop depending on how often, if ever, your player decides to reset the game. Your second play through was an existential crisis for him, that is to say. The great Maxie was nothing but lines of code, doomed to repeat the same idiotic plan that nearly killed everyone. He would originally only look at you in annoyance and upset. This was your fault somehow. But, he felt connected to you, even still. He could only watch as time passed and you changed.

🪨 Everything around him was fake. Archie was fake. Courtney and Tabitha were fake. Yet, you were real. You were someone he could always find changing with time. He began to understand why you replayed so often. Escapism. His hell of a reality was a fun break away from the hold of the world around you. It might have annoyed him to be stuck how things were, but he was also a perfectionist. The role he was assigned was followed dutifully with little to no swaying from was to be done. Maybe you would get bored and leave him to an eternity of darkness. You never did, however. (Maxie was silently grateful. Your company was the only thing he had going for him.)

🪨 It was all in vain, the many times had attempted to escape thus digital prison. There simply was no escaping the slowly ageing device that he had been trapped within. It held him tightly in his place, never allowing him the freedom even peer into the world that you inhabited. His brain rushed deeply with curiosity about what lied outside. It was strengthened by you returning for yet another play through of this game. But, he felt stricken. You seemed upset – distraught. So much so, that not even rushing to this fantasy world provided any comfort. Maxie’s stomach twisted painfully. (Why did he want to help you badly?)

🪨 It was in the Seafloor Cavern that it finally stuck him. Just right before he was to awaken Groudon and bring about a hellish drought that would exterminate all life on earth. He looked up at you. Maxie could not leave, of that he was certain, but could you not enter? He had never broken his character before you, so he felt nervous as he broke the scene’s progression. “Hello,” the text box read simply enough at first, “I know this must be unsettling and a bit terrifying, but may I ask you a question?” He let a “yes” or “no” prompt pop up.

🪨 Your eyes went big, glossy with tears and puffy from whatever had been happening before you returned to the game. Maxie swallowed. What was happening to you out there? It hurt for him to consider you. Nervously, you pressed A on yes. He closed his eyes for a moment. “I am not a glitch, nor is this some form of hacking,” he clarified to make it abundantly clear that he was his own free-thinking man, “Do you wish to join me in here?” You froze, obviously unsure about what he said. A moment of contemplation followed. Then, you brought your hand to the screen half-heartedly. He brought his own up.

🪨 Your hand passed through the screen, startling you, but Maxie’s hand had already taken hold of yours. Carefully, you were pulled through the screen. It felt like you were falling for a moment, but a sturdy grip helped you regain your balance. You opened your eyes to the heat of the room and stagnant air around you. The other characters in the room stood frozen. You looked around before seeing him. The red-headed man readjusted his glasses in a nervous manner. “Welcome, I suppose,” he nodded toward you, “Don’t worry about them, they don’t react without input.” He explained. You stared at the magma nearby in fascination. It was real.

🪨 Maxie led you out from the cavern and back to the surface, choosing Mt. Chimney as a place of comfort and getaway from everything that was currently happening in the story. You stood on the mountain curiously, smelling the sulphur in the air as the wind carried the heat of late summer. The Magma Leader stood by you dutifully, fully aware he was going to have to teach you a lot about this world. He stiffened when you leaned against him suddenly, watching distant Illumise and Volbeat float around in the darkness of the night. “You are free to remain here however long you like,” Maxie told you, “… You seem happier now. That’s good.” His hand came to hold yours. He gave a small smile to you, watching your reactions carefully. His red strands escaped his careful styling as a stringer breeze blew by you both. Finally, you felt some sense of peace.

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🥼Colress🛸

🧪 He was an oddity, that was for sure. Someone who never seemed to quite belong wherever he was and fully dedicated to his personal research no matter the cost. So it made sense why your dear scientist kept working despite the obvious signs of sickness taking over his body. A congested nose paired with an annoying cough were more than clear something was going awry in his body. Then came the sneezing and fatigue, yet still, he worked. Even after developing a fever, it seemed next to impossible to stop him. Until he fainted.

🧪 You dragged Colress to your bed and tucked him in while panicking about his health for a moment. His breathing and pulse were fine and there was no obvious injury to his body as he had passed out at his desk, thankfully. He thankfully woke up with no issue a few hours later, obviously a bit confused about where he was. Despite your explanation and concerns, he seemed to insist that he continue what he was working on. You had to pin him to the bed and remind him he passed out. He only relented when you insisted his research was not going anywhere, and he could take at least a single day off from it.

🧪 Colress found it interesting how caring you were. You wiped the sweat that would build up from the heat of his fever and checked his temperature semi-regularly. While you insisted on him taking a fever reducer, he shook his head. It was not at a concerning enough temperature to warrant that, he explained. It was better for the fever to be there to help get rid of his cold. Instead, he felt grateful for you bringing him water and other medicines he had requested. Even an unexpected tea was a pleasant surprised for his raw throat. Coughing sure got annoying. It was oddly endearing to see you wish to dote on him. Human to human connections could almost be as fascinating as human to pokemon connections. Perhaps, your love could bring out his full potential. There was little time to consider it between his moments of unconscious, however.

🧪 You had been bringing him many light soups throughout the day. Colress had always been a bit neglectful of his appetite, so it was odd being so well-fed while sick. The soup was fine and nutritious, obviously considerate of his state. He was happy that you had made him such a nice thing. The scientist needed to be sure to return the favour with a special Colress meal when he got better. He was amazed that you actually went out of your way to feed him during a moment of weakness for him, too. He felt certain your kindness was aiding in his recovery as much as his immune system.

🧪 When he was nearly recovered, he immediately grabbed his tablet to begin outlining theories and thoughts that had overcome him during his illness. You stared at him in confusion, but let him go free, since all that remained was a congested nose. Whenever he broke from that fixation, he suddenly hugged you and grinned eagerly at you. Now he wished to study how sickness may affect human and pokemon relationships. Great.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ His health had obviously been in decline for a few days. It was easy to note how quickly he fell to exhaustion and the constant coughing and sneezing that came from him. Cyrus was obviously aware of it, too, as he had decided to stay home and work instead of physically going to the office. You worried his health would only get worse as he stayed up late still working on whatever his current project was and making calls to whomever he had left in charge in his stead about handling everything. It was little surprise when he woke up one morning with a headache and a fever.

☄️ He chided you as you pressed a hand to his forehead and then his cheek. His health was fine, he had to tried to reassure you. However, you refused to budge. He had been working himself ragged during the early points of his apparent cold, and there was no way you were letting him keep it up with a fever. You, bravely, scolded himself him about his health and demanded he take the day off. His work would be impacted by this, and having to redo his work would be more obnoxious than just doing it later. Cyrus eventually relented when it was clear you were absolutely not going to let him, and his thoughts were too foggy to think clearly.

☄️ It felt strange to him as you brought in soke medicines for him to take and refilled his water whenever you popped in to check on him. While he had only been sick a few times as a child, he had been expected to power through it or left alone to handle the worst of it. You seemed to only want to dote on him, making him feel extremely embarrassed. Any time that he complained about his throat, you brought him tea, too. It was strange how sweetly you gazed at him and offered to wipe away any sweat from him.

☄️ You would bring him light soups, so he did have to strain himself too much to eat, even offering to feed him yourself if he felt too weak to do it. Though, he declined when you tried, heart uncomfortably pounding fast in his chest. Cyrus wished terribly for the image of you offering him a spoonful of broth to leave his mind. (Unfortunately, a time did come when he felt too weak to feed himself, so spoon-fed he was by you. He decided he needed to get rid of disease in his new world pretty quickly after that.)

☄️ In the end, he felt much better after two days of rest. His cold almost completely gone away, while he felt oddly refreshed from everything. Cyrus politely thanked you for your kindness during his illness, but you just smiled and shook your head. You had wanted to, you insisted. All you wanted was for him to get better and stop overworking himself. He sighed. You were always too much for him. It was with a quick peck to your cheek that he finally departed from his apartment to return to his plans. A brief look at his phone showed over two hundred missed calls from Saturn and many distressed texts from the commander. His others also had tried calling and texting. They were apparently convinced that he died.

☀️Maxie🌋

🪨 There was something sad about a sick Maxie. Normally, he has much too confident and composed for any of his more needy behaviours to come out. Yet, as his sniffly nose turned into a cough and sneeze, he seemed more and more reclusive and demanding. He refused to step away from his work, but was annoyed and distressed by his worsening health. Maxie had debated many times where he could have possibly caught something, but with no obvious answers, he was left in his room in his team’s hideout with frustration burning in his heart. He was mortified when he woke up to a pounding headache, chills, and a fever.

🪨 You were at his side in an instant, chiding him for working through his obvious bout of sickness. This only added to his frustration. He almost wanted to force himself out of the bed and to his desk to spite you, but the touch of your hand to his forehead stopped him. The touch was careful and calm, obviously checking him for a fever. When you were confident it was that, you softly told him that he needed to rest. The concerned look in your eyes made him swallow dryly. The red-head suddenly felt bad for worrying you and agreed.

🪨 His brain rushed back his times spent sick in his youth. Admittedly more often than he would like, but nothing that was manageable. He had learnt to just work through it, despite the concerns of others around him. All that had to be pushed away as you brought him water and medicine. You dedicated to doting on him as he rested. Maxie would want to assure you he could handle all this himself, but felt strangely weak when it came to you. All he could do was accept everything you did, from wiping the sweat away from his skin to bringing him tea.

🪨 One thing he found himself accepting was the good you made for him. It felt a mark above the pre-made soups he would get on his own. It was obviously lovingly made by you for him, and he felt grateful. Thankfully, he was already a big fan of soups, so being sick did not change his diet too much. Though, he did get a bit flustered when you had to feed him during a moment of weakness. The great Maxie reduced to his lover having to spoon-feed him while ill… It would almost be too embarrassing if it were not necessary.

🪨 When he began to feel better, he slowly began to head back to doing minor things related to his work. The leader of Team Magma needed to be reliable, after all. You had protested a bit, but he promised to keep it limited. He certainly did what to end up bed-bound again. Maxie genuinely thanked you for your caring for him while he was ill and wrapped his arms around you in a warm hug after it was nearly faded. However, the tender moment was interrupted by the warp pad in his activating and a distressed Magma admin showing up and running towards Maxie. Right. You forgot to Courtney he was sick.

🌧Archie🌊

💧 He was quite in denial that he had actually fallen sick. It was remarkable, nearly. How he powered through despite almost hacking up a lung during his many coughing fits. His stuffy nose and that were just hay fever, he insisted. Nothing to worry about. Archie had too much to do as the leader of Team Aqua, and no time to dilly-dally on things like resting and taking medication. That was until Shelly and you managed to trap him in his room after he woke up with a high fever. Despite both of your worried concerns, he just grinned and insisted a dip in water would fix him right up.

💧 The Aqua admin was a bit stunned when you pinned the man to his bed and began recalling all his symptoms before ending off with the fact he would most likely only get more ill with a dip in water. He seemed to get the message as he stopped trying to escape and laid against his bed. At some point, Shelly had slipped out, seemingly confident you had their leader under control for how. Archie complained that he did not like being bed-bound, but he was obviously not wanting to upset and worry you further by neglecting his health even more.

💧 The water-loving man was not above admitting how much he enjoyed being doted on you. The way you pressed a cool wet rag to his forehead to help beat off his fever made him give a weak smile, or how you brought his medicines to help better manage his symptoms. It felt oddly nostalgic to youth. He broke it off with a laugh. You were not his concerned parent, after all. Not with how you complained about having to sleep somewhere else and being unable to kiss him. (Granted, he had those same frustrations but was powering through them.) He even relented and drank the tea you brought him to help soothe his throat when you noticed how scratchy his voice had got.

💧 He was not that big of a fan of his food choices, but knew he couldn’t really handle a big meal or anything too heavy, so accepted his fate of soups. Though, he did feel thankful for you going out of your way to cook for him. Something about the soups made him swear it was making him feel better than any of the medicines. Sadly, however, you denied his true cure of drinking ocean water. Archie even let you feed him at one point during the worst of it. It really made him feel better through the pounding headache and muscle cramps.

💧 When it finally was mostly over, you watched as he nearly forced himself out of bed to squeeze you into a tight embrace and a kiss was pressed to your temple as he let out a contented sigh. His Luvdisc would take care of him through anything. Knowing that he had a loving partner and reliable crew made him truly feel like he can power through anything. Now, however, he desperately needed to touch some water. Your pleas to not do that went ignored.

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☀️Maxie🌋

🪨 When you first told the Magma Leader the news, he had nearly fainted. He was certain he had been careful, but his mind instantly drew a few times such a thing could have occurred. Maxie actually needs to be supported by how limp his limbs go. Truly, he did not know how to handle the idea he was going to be a father. For some reason, his brain recalled the child who had opposed his team as he debated his next move. Being a dad did not sound awful to him. He just was completely unsure as to what to do.

🪨 Somehow, he managed to get over his immediate hesitations and considered the positives. The redhead was not getting any younger, after all. He had felt a strange uncle-like care for the child who had stopped him. It was not so bad having a child to look out for, he thought. Plus, he had beaten Archie in something again. He soon found himself pouring countless hours into guides and information related to parenthood and fatherhood. Being well-informed was the first step he felt.

🪨 He had his ups and downs throughout the pregnancy before finally having a full-on breakdown during labour. His practised stern expression gone with his sanity. They had to give him a bag for his frantic breathing, and he had to be removed from the room. He would later apologise for his behaviour, but it was all too surreal for him. But, in the end, he stares in wonder at the newborn. The small boy’s weight in his arms was so light, yet so heavy. Tufts of red hair decorated his head as Maxie took in another shaky breath.

🪨 It was a struggle actually adjusting to parenthood. Reading was one thing, a screaming baby at one in the morning was another. Still, he powered through it all. There was something enchanting to watch as the baby grew more and more aware. His son seemed to grow an affinity for grabbing at his hair or trying to take his glasses while making interesting coos and gurgles at him. He was not sure just what kind of person they would grow into, but he was determined to help try to raise them into a person who would be mindful of the environment and kind.

🪨 As they grew, Maxie found himself seeing too much of himself in his son. They could be just as stubborn and unyielding as he was, while being oddly fascinated with geology as he was. He even had to stop his son from eating dirt at one point, which stirred unfortunate youthful memories out of the Magma Leader. Despite how they would butt heads, Maxie felt strangely in tune with him. He loved letting his son read his reports and explaining the different meanings held within.

🪨 He felt especially cocky when he introduced Archie to his boy, smirking at how the pirate seemingly was lost as to how the redhead actually reproduced. Before he could rub his life achievement in his face, Archie knelt down and ruffled the boy’s head with a friendly grin. He bit his tongue. The Aqua Leader congratulated his counterpart genuinely and told the boy to keep an eye out for his old man. All Maxie could do was grumble in return.

🪨 He tries to be fair, but he knows boundaries are important and healthy for children. The effects of being too permissive with children often led to the creation of troublesome people, after all. Though he does not want his son to feel rejected and like Maxie does not care for him, he makes sure to have actual discussions with his son about why and how with things. He does feel like his child has a good understanding of these things in the end but feels like he accidentally imposed many of his mannerisms onto his son.

🪨 Team Magma ends up talking about the so-named mini Maxie frequently. The obvious resemblance between their leader and his son is just so fascinating. Even Courtney wishes to coo over an almost perfect clone of her leader. Tabitha just nervously laughs whenever the boy follows his dad in to watch the Magma scientists work. He is very well accepted, no matter his age. Grunts even nervously act as properly as they do when their leader strolls in.

🪨 Overall, Maxie ends up as a slightly overbearing parent who tries to understand his kid and have them understand him back. He goes from being nervous about parenthood to being deeply grateful for the change. His son brought an odd new purpose into his life after everything that had happened with Groudon. He truly enjoys every moment spent with his family.

🌧Archie🌊

💧 When you told Archie about the news, he scooped you up like you weighed nothing and spun you around excitedly. The Aqua Leader had been feeling like something was missing from his life, and he feels like you just answered it. There is no hesitation or doubt from the man — No, this must be his destiny. The little scamp that had been his odd rival while he tried to awaken Kyogre made him realise how nice being a dad could be. He instantly begins to ramble off assorted ideas and plans while you can only stare at him.

💧 Honestly, he probably had been unconsciously trying for a child. Archie thought back on his own youth with both happy and confused feelings. Having a kid could be really difficult, he realised. Shelly came in to save him by gifting him a bunch of parenting books and reminding him that it was a genuinely serious change in his life. He suddenly felt more grounded, for lack of a better word, in his thoughts. Plus, he had beaten Maxie in something! Not that he really thought his rival wanted a kid, though.

💧 He does simply everything for you during your pregnancy. Archie proves just how dedicated he can be to a goal with his attentiveness to you. Even during the birth, he stood at your side with a bright grin and endless support. Though, internally, he would admit he was panicking just a bit. This was still a dangerous process, even if he treated the doctors and whatever else. Though, when everything calmed down and a small infant was laid in your arms, his heart just felt full. A little girl was now the newest and most important member of his crew.

💧 His adjustment to life with a baby is something amazing. It seemed he really took all the advice in those books to heart, as he just accepted his sleep schedule was going to be ruined until the poor girl found a schedule. Archie did not mind, simply happy to see more and more of the little thing. He even found a good nickname for her when she held a small death grip on his beard. His little Clamperl. She was quite fond of laughing and giggling, too, which made his heart feel even warmer. However, sadly, everyone around him stuck down him wanting to try infant swimming classes.

💧 As she grew, Archie was a bit amazed about how she seemed to be just like him. A strong affinity for water and loving to just be around people. Both of them could just spend all day on the beach and in the water playing around, making Archie think back to his own youth. He had loved the ocean then as much as he loved it now and is glad to pass his love on to his daughter. The Aqua Leader adored teaching her all about marine life and the many creatures that lurked in the waiting waves. She seemed to absorb the information like a sponge.

💧 He felt smug when Maxie saw him and his daughter in Slateport. The redhead stood stunned at the little girl holding his rival’s hand tightly. The Magma Leader approached with careful steps. The girl just beamed up at him. Maxie actually smiled back at her. He shot a glance at Archie. He carefully listened to the little girl excitedly telling him about the Chinchou she saw. The Aqua Leader’s feelings changed. Maxie almost seemed proud of him. Before Maxie departed, he congratulated Archie and told the girl to keep her dad in line. She just grinned up at him.

💧 He is a bit too lenient with his daughter, he knows. The girl simply deserves everything he feels, and he struggles to tell her no. Of course, he does know the importance of setting up boundaries for kids so they do not get all out of control. Though, he absolutely struggles with punishments, sadly. His softness, thankfully, is not taken advantage of because his daughter is just as oddly good-natured as he is.

💧 His team is just eager to have his daughter around. She loves playing around with the grunts, even when it ends with her horribly beating them in a pokemon battle. Everyone just sees her like another Archie, almost. She is just less likely to give out orders. Shelly simply adores the girl and loves dressing her up or just hanging out with her while Archie is too busy to be with her. Matt, on the other hand, is overly protective over her. The poor guy is terrified that his bro’s daughter is in danger because of how small she is. Granted, she is very safe because the entirety of Team Aqua would hunt whoever hurt her down.

💧 In the end, he is quite excited to be a father and eager to do everything he possibly can for his child. He struggles a bit when it comes to pushing back on her and is probably too permissive for it to be good, but his example of bring redeeming himself from his past actions and genuinely caring for pokemon and the sea sets a good example for her. She quickly adopts many of his interests in protecting the environment, and he feels certain that his change of heart after Kyogre was all for good with that.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ When you told Cyrus of the news, he froze. His entire world seemingly paused, and the only thing he could hear was the sound of his heart racing. Father… Him? No, he could not. What a terrifying thought. His own childhood creeping up his back as he debated how to most kindly ask for a possible termination. Your immediate refusal shook him even more. Losing you was not something that he believed he could bear in this world, so sickeningly consumed by spirit. Could you not just wait for his perfect world to start a family?

☄️ He relents after his initial panic. Your joy is apparent with how you speak to the unborn child and loving place a hand over where they should be. Was twenty-seven an appropriate age to start a family? He supposed there was little time to consider. Immediately, he found himself drowning in guides upon guides upon books and informational videos until he felt somewhat confident in what being a parent entailed. He absolutely dreaded every coming minute of it, but he refused to make that apparent to his future child. Cyrus would not dare even imitate his parents.

☄️ Amazingly, he managed to stay by your side during the stages of labour. While he almost constantly wanted to leave the room, horrified but what he could only blame on spirit, he remained and forced his feelings down to support you and advocate when you were unable to. You seemed grateful for his unfaltering support in the end, smiling as you held the infant girl in your arms. Cyrus felt amazed by her very existence. Soft blue tufts were on her head, while her face seemed frozen in a familiar expression. You called her a mini Cyrus. He could only feel awestruck.

☄️ He struggled immensely in the shift after bringing her home. Thankfully, it was less due to the constant awakenings (as his insomnia made that easy enough to deal with) but more so how she simply existed in his space. Her cries broke his heart, making him fear he was already falling into the ways of his parents. Yet, he found that she was straightforward to comfort, simply craving to be held and softly spoken to. Her eyes, the same colour as his, adoringly stared up at him, and he suddenly felt warm inside.

☄️ Her growing up was both a relief and torment to him. She proved herself just as reclusive as he could be and not interested in any other kids for the most part. Cyrus felt strange seeing his daughter hidden in her room and burying herself in whatever hobby she had decided to indulge in. It was like staring into a mirror that reflected one’s younger days. He found himself being someone she could talk to about her hobbies, happy to listen at any time. Cyrus felt even more stunned whenever she followed him to his office and watched how he worked on his machines. It slowly turned into him explaining everything to her and her wishing to help him.

☄️ He flinched at how Cynthia caught him out at the Veilstone department store with his daughter one day. The champion stared in silence at them for a moment before falling into her unusual polite grin and waving at the small girl. Cyrus knew that the blonde would not do anything to her yet still felt strangely nervous about how she had gazed at him specifically. The babbled quietly to Cynthia about her interests, and she could only smile more at the girl. When the woman finally left, her final glance back at him spoke too many words. “You accepted this world, didn’t you?” Had he? Cyrus forced those thoughts away.

☄️ He, truthfully, is quite soft as a parent. What he has been through has made him terrified of ever inflicting such pain onto a child. Cyrus is much too weak when it comes to his daughter and folds into himself for what she asks for. He strangely finds her already perfect. In fact, he dared to even say her spirit was somehow complete. He does make sure she understands social norms and boundaries, still, but she seems to come to understand on her own all the same. The only downside is that he struggles to be affectionate with her, only allowing himself the rare hug and mostly relying on petting her head.

☄️ Team Galactic is oddly obsessed with their boss’s mysterious child. How she just showed up one day after Cyrus took an unexpected few weeks off. They all found themselves engaged in watching how she mimicked her father unknowingly. Mars and Jupiter love playing with the little girl, seeing a need for a more feminine touch in her life and finding her fun to dress up. While Saturn seemingly finds himself on babysitting duty whenever Cyrus gets busy. He secretly enjoys these moments and shows her games on his computer. The grunts are constantly getting jumpscared by her accidental glare.

☄️ Overall, he struggles quite a bit with his own childhood, but desperately does not want his beloved child to ever go through what he had. Cyrus leans probably strict in some ways, yet extremely permissive and passive in other ways. At first, the idea of parenthood nearly makes him ill, but he somehow moves past it into deeply enjoying the connection he has with his daughter. While he still has not accepted this painfully incomplete world, he feels his daughter is leading him to another possible answer to his inquiries and wishes to see what she thinks when she is at an age to understand. Perhaps he would even dare let her make the new world herself.

💫Volo📜

⭐️ When you told him the news, he sincerely debated fleeing and hiding again. Being a parent was a terrifying concept to him. He simply was not someone who had much interest in establishing a family line. After all, he had made very obvious his intentions to continue pursuing Hisui’s myths to one day finish his goals. While he may have relented to whatever kind of relationship this was, he was not sure a child was something he needed. Then you mentioned that his child would come from one chosen by Arceus, and he suddenly gave in.

⭐️ He supposes that a child from both his blood of the ancient Sinnoh people and yours from that of one chosen by Arceus sounded too good. Besides, he had begun to wonder what should happen if he failed in his endeavours. A descendant could carry on where he left off, even possibly creating the world he so desired and bringing him back should he die. His acceptance is quiet and subtle. He finds himself listening to men and women about their experiences of being parents as he wanders around Hisui. Bravely, he even questions Cogita about what is entailed, intriguing her.

⭐️ He could not be at your side for any process of the delivery since he was very much wanted for his crimes in Jubilife, but he was somewhat doting during the pregnancy. He attempted to get whatever you requested, though he felt like he was going a bit mad when you sent him out hunting for seemingly endless leeks out in the wilds. Volo was mostly following Cogita’s instructions here. It was about a week after the birth when you finally managed to sneak out of the village with the infant for him to finally greet the child. He could only stare at the sleeping face of his daughter in mild bewilderment. Soft golden tufts were across her head as she nuzzled into his warmth. His heart felt oddly heavy.

⭐️ When you finally escaped back to his home, he felt distressed by how needy the child was. Crying nearly relentlessly and needing attention more than he expected, yet before he could complain, he realised how he felt about those thoughts. Quickly, he shut them down and took to intently caring for the child. How could he have even thought such a thing about his child? He felt ill. Her confused coos and giggles at lease forced the pain out of his heart. She always seemed so entranced with his hair and desperately tried to grab it. Her grey eyes held pure adoration as she turned her head to find him whenever he was not holding her.

⭐️ As she grew, he became worried. His own youth was extremely difficult and lonely. The only person he felt he could turn to was rarely around, so he always found himself alone and ruminating on his complicated feelings. It all seemed pointless with how easily she spoke with other people. A bit like him, he supposed. Her intrigue with his investigations of ruins and myths drew her in, too. The girl listening to her father go on and on about history and stories of myths. Volo felt oddly eager. It seemed his legacy would inherit his interests. She began joining him to look over ruins and learn the culture of the ancient Sinnoh people.

⭐️ Cogita seemed smitten with his daughter, he had noticed. The older woman had often been there for him in his youth, and now it appeared her intentions remained the same for the girl. If his partner was busy while he was, too, he found her more than willing to babysit. She shared just as many myths to the girl as he had. The girl seemed utterly fascinated with everything, just as he had been. Though, he could feel the slight glare Cogita would give him when he listened in. It seemed she was more than aware of his darker plans.

⭐️ Volo is not really sure how to parent. He tries to be supportive towards his daughter, but struggles to understand if what he is doing is right or wrong. His parents were not exactly around him enough to help him even now by an example. He almost ends up treating her like a pokemon. Firm boundaries and obvious things you do and do not do. She has many moments of frustration towards the blond, which he entirely understands. Though, he does find himself overly protective of her. He feels she is in danger as the hero of Hisui’s child alongside being his own, not mentioning the general danger of Hisui alone.

⭐️ From what he hears, the Galaxy Team simply adores her. Laventon cannot stop himself from going on and on about pokemon behaviours to the girl, and even bravely offering her another one of the pokemon he brought from his home region. Cyllene seems to fret over her wellbeing whenever you take her out of the village to his home, claiming she is too young to explore the harsh wilderness even while being monitored. Even Kamado has a strange soft spot for the kid, probably trying to make up for what he did to you. Volo can only sigh at all that.

⭐️ Ultimately, he has many shortcomings as a parent. It is a difficult change for him, but he forces himself to be at least more supportive and caring than his own parents were towards him. He honestly can be a little too harsh with his words, but somehow, his daughter seems to get he is trying his best. Her love for history and mythology makes him feel confident she will pick up where he left off should anything ever happen to him. After all, he plans to take her to the Temple of Sinnoh and explain to her his ultimate goals. She is already being trained in battling as a wielder by him. But, somehow, he wonders if she really will. The look in her eyes is much like his own yet different.

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☀️Maxie🌋

🪨 The minute you begin to show signs of being ill, Maxie is banishing you to bed. Unlike with himself, he does not want to risk your pathogen spreading throughout his team and worries about your health. Unfortunately, he becomes a bit nervous to be around you due to a small bit of germaphobia. The redhead does get over it when you keep asking for him, however. This leads to him quarantining himself away with you to prevent further spreading it around. He also finds himself fretting over it being something worse than it actually is.

🪨 He sends out grunts to buy whatever you may possibly need to get over your bout of illness. Medicines, tissues, a humidifier, a dehumidifier, a heating pad – anything. Maxie is certain to make sure you have everything that could possibly aid you in getting over your sickness. He will help away any sweat from fevers and make sure that everything is clean around you both, too. Disinfectant is used gratuitously. Of course, excluding excessive physical contact. He loves you, yes, but he does not feel like joining you in bed-rest.

🪨 You watch him scramble out of your shared quarters at some lucid point of going in and out of consciousness and wonder what he is doing before passing back out. Yet, the slumber is short as the smell of something hot singes your nose. Maxie has returned with a soup, made by him. He may not be the best cook, but he carefully made a favourite quick meal of it to help boost you up. Its spice is nothing to scoff at, and somehow clears your sinuses from its sheer heat. You can only stare at him in wonder while downing water. Maxie seems very smug about this all.

🪨 Once again, cuddling is not happening. He cannot stand the idea of getting sick and being unable to focus on his work. Not to mention how certain he felt that Courtney sneaked into his quarters the last time he was sick and snapped a picture of him. Though, towards the end of the illness when he knows it’s nowhere near as contagious as it was during the earlier stages, he may give in. He crawls under the covers at your side and wraps an arm around your shoulders. Your head ends up pressed to his chest as he tries to figure out how much longer you should be like this. At some point, you fall asleep, and he does not have the heart to push you away in the end.

🌧Archie🌊

💧 He honestly probably doesn’t catch the earliest signs that you are getting sick. Archie just does not get sick often enough to understand what is happening. Though, after it becomes complete apparent you are ill, he makes sure you can be comfortable in bed. It most likely was something going around in Lilycove that his grunts accidentally brought in with him. The Aqua Leader ends up stuck at your bedside, too. Poor guy cannot handle his Luvdisc being in such a situation. (Shelly sprays him down with disinfectant when he leaves his quarters, knowing full well be didn’t clean himself nor use any germ killer. She alone prevents the spread of the illness.)

💧 If you just vaguely mention wanting something while sick, he rushes out himself to get it. Local pirate man spied at a pharmacy buying up an inordinate amount of cold medicine. Probably got questioned by someone, but somehow got off. He also grabs whatever else you may have requested. Endless tissues, air humidifier (though it is probably unneeded in the seaside cave you live in), snacks, gifts – He runs into the Lilycove Department Store and nearly loses his mind. Archie just wants to help you get better as soon as possible.

💧 Somewhere in the madness of it all, grunts spy him in the hideout’s kitchen. They can only wonder what he is making, but the smell of seafood clearly wafts through the air. You get pulled from a light slumber to a bowl of some kind of fish stew. Archie holds it out with big eyes. Needless to say, it was eaten by you. Even if Archie had to spoon it to you in a few moments of weakness. Truthfully, his cooking was not that bad. Just a tad heavy to consume while sick. You did somehow feel better after eating it, too.

💧 Honestly, when it comes to affection, he is all over his partner no matter what. Even if you are sick, he wants to be stuck to your side. You do not even have to ask for him to cuddle because his arms already tight around you and have you pulled into his chest. Your comfort is more than met. Archie even barely goes for kisses, despite the obvious risks. Your emotional needs are just as met as your physical needs. It made you wonder if that was why you became better so quickly. And, somehow, Archie managed not to get sick, either. His immune system appears to be something to be feared.

🔥Lysandre🍷

☕️ The tall man feels stricken when you begin to develop the tell-tale signs of a cold. Especially as you try to continue going throughout life as you usually do. Lysandre quickly works to change that. Right before your cold gets worse, you find yourself forced into bed by your very distressed boyfriend. He scolds you for neglecting your own health. His heart aches at the thought of you suffering for no reason. Needless to say, when a near seven-foot man tells you to rest, you probably end up resting. Your shared home is kept clean by his efforts and that of a housekeeper, thankfully.

☕️ He already buys you everything you could possibly want, adoring to shower his darling in gifts. But, now, he is doing it in a frenzy. Special orders for medicines he believes will truly aid in shortening your illness and help alleviate your more painful symptoms. Tissues are always in supply near you and anything from a humidifier to some weird home remedy he does not quite understand but nonetheless gets for you. He only wishes to bring you comfort and happiness in your unfortunate state.

☕️ It comes as no surprise that he makes sure all the food you eat (in general) is extremely healthy and filling. He only has the best made for you by a restaurant he finds to by one of the best in Kalos. Of course, there is a time you find yourself eating an unfamiliar soup after waking up quite late from a near all-day slumber. Its flavour is pleasant and there is clearly a lot of skill put into making the dish, but it was obviously not made by the usual person who apparently had been making your food. You only learn it was a personal recipe that Lysandre had made after getting over your sickness. Supposedly, it was something that Sycamore had made for him at some point during their long friendship.

☕️ Lysandre is a rare hesitant about affection while you are ill. The last thing he needs in his busy schedule is to be forced to rest. Team Flare would almost certainly fall about without his leadership, and his duties as the president of his labs would stack up to a distracting degree. Yet, still, when you look at him with pleading eyes in such a condition, he feels weak to his own love for you. He gives in, allows you cling to him. Perhaps a bit of physical comfort would give your immune system the boost it needed to get through all this. You both end up drowsing off, cuddled up together.

🌿N👑

🟢 He is not sure how to react when your cold becomes too obvious to ignore. Panic consumes as he thinks about statistics of deaths related to illness, before he recalls what his sisters used to do for him when he was younger. Suddenly, your green boyfriend is dragging you back to bed and demanding you rest. N is so very worried. He has never had to handle another person being sick, so having his lover be the first one is making him fret too much. Hilda finds herself in a hard place when N calls to ask what to do and has to give him a run-down. He was a very quick learner, thankfully.

🟢 He finds himself unsure what to get for your symptoms, so he probably nearly grabs one of everything for cold medicine in the hopes it makes you get better fast. This, too, means he ends up buying some strange homeopathic things, but honestly, it is the thought that counts. And, he did actually manage to grab a few helpful things in his whirlwind shopping trip. N was also careful to stock up on tissues and the like. He just wants to help you get better so desperately and seems to be trying literally everything to help you.

🟢 This includes cooking. While he is not too familiar with the skill, he quickly finds aid in both his pokemon and human friends. Hilda makes sure he follows the recipe as best as he can, while the pokemon bring him the best ingredients out from the wild (besides what he had to buy). The dish is carefully made before being brought to you as you wake up from an extended nap. The soul is very herbal and probably skews a bit too bitter, but the love N put into making it is obvious. (You did feel strangely more energetic after finishing it, too.) He is happy that you enjoyed his desperate attempt to cook for you.

🟢 Poor green boy is stuck to you like glue while you are in such a state. The fear of getting sick does not even occur to him, all he simply wants to do is make you feel better. His affection is always so gently and warm with a hint of desperation. You probably feel completely at ease with the near always present touch of your adoring boyfriend. Thankfully, his immune system is hardened from his youth spent partially in the forest, so he does not get sick too easily. Though, he trusts if he falls ill that you would care for him all the same as, he did for you.

💀Guzma🕶

□ The minute you begin to show signs of sickness, Guzma honestly begins to worry. He does not express it aloud, of course. His reputation must be upheld, but you do notice him pushing you to rest. Whenever he gets up, he is extra careful to keep quiet and scolds any grunts making noise outside his room. Big bad Guzma just wants his partner to rest and get over whatever was coming over them quickly. Eventually, though, he does actually demand you rest. Your steps were a bit too wobbly for him to want you wandering around in the endless rain of the dilapidated Po town.

□ Poor guy rushes into a pharmacy in a near frenzy trying to find things he swore worked the last time he came down with something. The clerk can only watch this delinquent scrutinises an antihistamine like he actually understood how the active ingredients worked. Eventually, he settles on two he trusts before buying them, heading back to you. He also grabbed a few boxes of tissues, but they go so fast he finds himself out buying more a day later. Guzma also grabs anything else he thinks might help. Like tea. His mom always told him to drink tea when he was sick, so it has to work. (He has no idea what he is doing, but he is trying his best.)

□ At some point, he realises there is no food in Po town that is good for someone who is sick, so he has to grab ingredients while he is out buying more tissues. It feels like a never-ending cycle of madness. Then, when it came down to actual cooking, he tried his best to make something edible. That failed, however, and he instead returned to the tried and true canned soup. Hopefully, chicken noodles would cure your ailments. You happily eat the soup, and thank him for going out of his way for you. He can only give a laugh.

□ He does hesitate a bit when you first get sick with affection. Guzma actually despises feeling ill due to the weakness associated with it. But, when you tug on his jacket when he is about to leave, he finds himself relenting a bit. Fine, yeah, he will cuddle his sick partner. If he gets sick, then thankfully he already has medicine to take and a stash of canned soup. It also feels nice to comfort you as you nuzzle into his chest. You probably hate being in your condition in a place like this. He just combs his fingers through your hair and gives you a light scalp massage. At some point, you both fall asleep.

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🔥Lysandre🍷

☕️ Honestly, he calls you too many affectionate names, ranging from his mother tongue over to whatever language you speak. It almost seems as if he has forgotten your actual name at times. Though, when he does call it out, it probably frightens you a bit. It becomes such a rare occurrence that you expect something bad. Lysandre sees no need to change what he refers to you as in public or not, too. The only time he may drop it all together was for anything related to business.

☕️ He tends to lean towards things like “my love” or “my dear,” but “darling” and even “my angel” when he is feeling oddly emotional. Sycamore gives a laugh at all the endearments that he counts whenever you both visit. It is genuinely loving when coming from him, as he rarely feels so strongly and lovingly towards another person.

☕️ In bed, nothing changes too much. He prefers to lather on affection and love wherever he can. Though, oddly, the frequency in which your actual name is spoken increases in more intimate moments. It seems he finds the use of your actual name something deeper than most of the affectionate terms be usually spills out.

“My love,” Lysandre’s deep voice called out to you while you were slipping on your shoes to leave. You were shocked to see him home so early. He rarely came home near the midafternoon, often inundated with work or whatever else came up in his professional life. An arm came around you warmly as he pressed a kiss to your cheek and then to your lips. “Where are you going?” You sighed slightly. No where now, you supposed, while leaning into the warmth of his embrace.

☀️Maxie🌋

🪨 He struggles a lot with endearments. It honestly is a bit embarrassing how he feels trying to think of what he could possibly call you. Maxie felt there was no need for such things. Despite that, however, he found himself with a few to use in private with you. In public, he was much too formal to even dare call you anything but your name. He did not wish to seem overly soft. His reputation as the leader of Team Magma was important.

🪨 Though, as soon as you both are alone, a “beloved” escapes him. He prefers more “formal” affectionate terms. “Dearest” and “my love” are also not so uncommon. Yet, sometimes he does drift to something softer, like calling you “Numel.” He always catches himself after that one, gets flustered, and denies that he even said it. It is a real compliment, rest assured, as he finds the pokemon utterly adorable.

🪨 Maxie does not really use different terms during sex. (Though, “Numel” certainly does not make an appearance there.) There is something a little bit funny about his flustered face and moans mixed with the term “beloved” escaping his lips. Since sex falls firmly in his private time with you, there is no reason for his choice of endearments to change, he feels.

You heard the door click open as you laid on the couch, bored. “I’m home, beloved,” Maxie’s voice called out as he entered the room. He had been away all day, busy with whatever his group was doing nowadays. You perked up at the sight of him and rushed over immediately. He flinched as you squeezed him into a tight hug, nuzzling into the knit texture of his sweater. He was so warm. “My, what’s this?” the Magma leader chuckled. Shifting out of his work mindset, he allowed himself to embrace you in return. He had come to love you greeting him after a long day of work. “I missed you, too,” he sighed and pressed a gentle kiss to your head. When you gazed up at him with lidded eyes and a tired expression, he had to bite back, mumbling out a “Numel.”

🌊Archie🌧

💧 How many marine and pirate terms can this man use to refer to you? It truly is a mystery as to where he finds all of these terms in his head, but you suppose he was nothing if not obsessed with the ocean. Archie honestly prefers endearments to your real name, clearly a sign of his affection if his calling a certain kid scamp was anything to go by. He nearly always refers to you by some pet name or endearment that has crossed.  Worries do cross your mind that he has actually forgotten your name. (You test him to make sure he has not. Archie was extremely confused by this afterward, but he passed it with ease.)

💧 “Luvdisc” is his favourite term to use overall, clearly enchanted by the association with the pokemon to long-lasting relationships. “Treasure” is another favourite, but somehow gets outshone by the fish. There are also a few “darlin's” that come from him when he tries to change up hos dialogue a bit. Maxie gags at his gratuitous use of the terms around him, but everyone else thinks it is pretty run-of-the-mill for Archie. He is just an affectionate guy, so why would that not reflect in what he calls his lover? You certainly do not mind.

💧 Within the confines of sheets, he does tend to lean more towards the use of “treasure.” He feels a bit to overcome to really even say Luvdisc. Besides, you clearly are a treasure, somehow even more precious than his beloved ocean. There may also be a few more easier terms tossed around, like just straight up “love.” His brain power is going elsewhere in those moments, please excuse him. Though, if he ever uses the term love and you are not heading in an intimate direction, rest assured that you are now.

“Luvdisc,” Archie’s voice travelled across the beach with a near terrifying volume. You peeked up from your phone as he rushed to your side. His grin was bright and his form as caught in the hot sun beautifully. His favouritism for a certain nickname for you was always apparent. He squeezed you in a tight embrace, even spinning you around for a moment. “Ah, there’s my treasure. Thought I’d lost for a moment,” he let out a sigh. You nearly let one out, too. You were just about to call him, but that was clearly unneeded now. A kiss was shared between you both before settling down on the sands to enjoy the afternoon.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ He refuses to use terms of endearment when literally anyone else is around. Cyrus is not one for allowing himself to seem influenced or emotional. While he may love you dearly, there is not a chance he would express that in the sight of other people. It almost becomes expected for your name to called out by the blue-haired man when he wants your attention. It would be a bit depressing if you were not already aware of how restrained he was. There are a few rare moments a more affectionate term slips from him with people around, but that usually is reserved for when he is in distress.

☄️ But, he does allow himself a momentary escape when alone with you. “Beloved” is his go to and typically the only one he ever seems to use. It fits him oddly. Though, he also uses other terms more sparingly. A “dear” and “wife/husband/spouse” are generally used, too. It may seem a bit stiff, especially when paired with how standoffish Cyrus could be, but it was clear from how he unconsciously shifted to them that discreetly showed that he truly cared. No one else gets called by anything but their name by him, after all. You are even allowed to call him whatever you please with people around. His soft spot for you is more than apparent.

☄️ As for in bed… He barely uses different terms. Beloved does seem to be ditched in favour of the convenience that “dear” provides in his stricken state. His brain is not working as he intends it to. He struggles to say a lot during sex usually, anyway, so it is a bit invigorating to hear the affectionate word escape his lips. Though, if he does say your actual name, that either means he is truly overcome with feelings or upset. It is pretty easy to find out which it is.

“Beloved…” Cyrus mumbled out as you nuzzled into the nape of his neck. Your arms were tightly around his waist. He had just come home after a few days away due to his work on his plans. You did not say a word as you continued to cling to him. The Galactic Boss knew better than to wonder why you were being so affectionate. Your incomplete spirit begged for you to crave his attention and affection. He sighed. It was not like he could pretend that he was much better. Not when he enjoyed the feeling of your body pressed against his so much. One of his arms came around your waist. “I apologise for being away for so long…” he pressed a chaste kiss to your temple, “Let’s enjoy this time we have together.” You finally peered up at him with a loving gaze.

💫Volo📜

⭐️ Truthfully, he uses endearments extremely sparingly. There is something that he finds about referring to other people with a term that shows how much you feel about them very uncomfortable. Though, with you, it is quite unfortunate how easy the terms slip off his tongue. Volo supposes a part of it is how obvious he wants to make your relationship to any observers. He would admit he does have a slight jealous schism internally. Of course, he does it for you, too. The blond is fully aware of how much you enjoy hearing him call you such sweet terms.

⭐️ He usually falls into the camp of things like “love,” “dear,” and “darling.” Traditional time-tested things. There is a certain mocking tone he may take after everything is said and done by calling you a “chosen one.” That falls somewhere between a genuine endearment and him being cruel, however. Most people will also get sick with him referring to you as his partner/girlfriend/boyfriend. It is clear to most people paying attention that it some strange from a claiming on his part. Of course, you can only stare at him in adoration whenever he uses them.

⭐️ Alas, Volo definitely drops a lot of his loving facade in bed. His tone can be that of someone filled completely with love or malice, depending on the situation. The terms are the same, but he may also lean more towards sneering out a “chosen one” to vent out some of his frustrations. Just be happy it is with his dick consensually this time and not trying to have Giratina kill you this time around. He may also use a bit more degrading terms, but telling him off usually makes him stop.

“Oh, if it isn’t my love,” Volo’s voice was recognisable, but especially so when you two met while you were out doing research tasks. His smile was nothing but friendly as he approached you. “Can I interest you in some more pokeballs?” his tone was teasing now. You sighed as tugged on his bag’s strap to pull him down to your height. These random run-ins have become more common since you started dating. It was more than obvious he likely had an eye out for you… And was neglecting his merchant duties once again. You could not complain when he pecked a quick kiss to your lips. It seemed you both would be spending a decent amount of time along together in the wilds of Hisui.

🕶Guzma💀

□ This big, bad boss loves calling you whatever pet name he can think of. He literally probably only says your name if he is asking someone else for you. Guzma just does not really see a point in not doing it. He basically calls everyone by nicknames. Except for Kukui, but he is an exception, not the rule. He does not care about whether it is socially acceptable or not, he just does what he wants and isn’t concerned with the looks he gets for saying “babe.”

□ He leans towards more casual, modern terms. “Babe” is one of the bigger ones, but he will occasionally bring out a “cutie” or “sexy.” The latter often gets him a few side eyes. A rarer one that seems to only used when he is certain no one else is around is “love-bug.” You try not to laugh at it because you can tell he is trying his best to combine his love for bug-types with his feelings for you. Though, you saw Plumeria choke out a laugh when she heard him say it to you once. It was a bit funny seeing Guzma say such a thing while trying to keep up his edgy appeal.

□ In bed, he does not really change what he says too much. Cutie may not rear its head, but sexy and babe are certainly a plenty. He may even combine if he feels so inclined. Though, it may also be a product of him losing his mental focus in the throes of passion. Your name is occasionally blurted out within the brain-mush of words, too. He is a bit of a mess, honestly.

“Hey, babe!” Guzma’s voice stood out among the crowd of people that had taken over the usually quiet route. Rumours about some rare pokemon apparently drew them in, making it annoying to navigate despite needing to. His hand caught your arm as he pulled you under his own, determined not to get separated again. You heard him mumble something about annoying tourists under his breath as both managed to get out of the crowded place. “What the hell is so great about that many Meowths?” he complained, “If they wanna see a collection, I’d be happy to point them to that Kahuna’s house.” You chuckled at the thought. Guzma only pressed you more into his side while walking down the route. It seemed like showing you the Wimpod nest would be on hold for today.

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🔥Lysandre🍷

☕️ Truthfully, he is not sure why he has not proposed to you at some point. Lysandre does not expect to find another person he views as beautiful as nor does he think he would have you slip away from him, yet somehow, in the midst of his plans, it just never comes up. His work consumes him, and he barely has the time to contemplate marriage in his schedule. Yet, it crosses his mind after listening to a grunt talk about his plans to pay for his spouse’s entrance fee. It suddenly occurs to him that many men his age and position are married. For a moment, he feels foolish for not acting sooner. There was no need to wait for his beautiful world to get married, after all.

☕️ He spends time bouncing ideas about how to do it with those he feels most comfortable with. Sycamore ends up encouraging him to do just do it naturally. Feeling that if he tries to make a show of it, that would become uncomfortable or distressed by what is supposed to be a happy moment. Malva asks if he cannot just delay it a bit longer, which he ignores. Suddenly, his perfect world cannot be achieved unless he is married. Lysandre begins to make plans for a trip in order to get away from work and make a memorable thing for you both. (Perhaps a proper farewell and remembrance of this world to him partially.)

☕️ A ring was bought to be something discreet yet meaningful. He had been extremely picky to the point that having it commissioned to be custom-made had been the only way to fulfil whatever he felt was necessary for his ring. A Hessonite Garnet had caught his attention, and a golden band felt like the only pairing he would allow. When he finally had it, his heart felt at ease. The orange shade of the gem was a colour that he had long since been fascinated with.

☕️ A trip to Snowbelle for a quiet getaway in the colder locale proved something much needed for both of you. Spending time cuddled up in a cabin was a pleasant escape from the endless stresses related to both of his organisations. Though, there were also a few trips out into the nearby forest for a relaxing hike and a trip to a nearby mountain range to try skiing and other winter proclivities. Of course, it was after a long day spent out in the freezing weather that he found himself with you snuggled into his side in front of a fire. The crackling of flames made his mind wander. The ring box was pulled out of his slacks’ pocket.

“For many years now, I have been blessed to have you at my side,” Lysandre spoke with his voice down to a soft rumble, “I am eternally thankful that you and I met, and would never wish to lose you.” He grasped your left hand within his own as he knelt before you. His height made it feel a bit ineffective, but his eyes met yours with a strange gentleness that was solely reserved for those he deeply cared about. He brought out the ring and watched as it glimmered in the fire’s light.

“Will you marry me, my love?” he asked with an exposed heart. Your denial could well and truly destroy him. “There is no other I find as perfect as you… Please, let us spend the rest of our lives entwined.”

☀️Maxie🌋

🪨 He thinks about it unfortunately pretty often. Most men his age are married. Though, granted, most men his age also did not nearly destroy the world in pursuit of their own ideals. But, he did have a partner. One he was quite committed to. One that, if provided the opportunity, he would marry. Yet, he just had not found it in himself for so many reasons. His plans had required his full attention previously. Though, now, nothing like that stood in his way. A slight insecurity burned the Great Maxie’s chest. He was not someone worthy of such things after what he did. An off-handed comment from Archie about you being his spouse is what finally set him over.

🪨 He quietly debates how to get everything together. There were many things that would need to be done in the case you said yes. Like meeting each other’s families properly for a wedding discussion. Maxie truly did not want to do that part, but it was what was proper. He has a headache thinking about how to do it, too. Rings were the most common choice for proposing to a partner, so he knew he would need to look into that as well. Detailed lists are made and spied upon by Tabitha, who makes the rare decision to interfere. A suggestion to take you on a trip to Lavaridge seemed to make Maxie become a bit more grounded towards you.

🪨 Maxie about drives every possible jeweller in Hoenn insane. He is far too picky about the origins and details related to the gems in their rings, which makes him an annoying customer. There is little debate about what ring exactly he plans to give to you. He had already designed it on his computer and was searching for a shop either willing to make it or with something close enough that he could feel contented with it. A ruby ring with a golden band. He would settle for no more or less. The shimmering red of the gem may have reminded him of the shade of the Red Orb, but it also forced to mind his team’s colour. Not to mention it just being his favourite gem. Somehow, he eventually found someone through Steven, who only sent aid when seeing a fellow rock enthusiastic in him.

🪨 The trip that Tabitha suggested ended up being a wonderful idea. A traditional inn and the shifting of the season into autumn made for a relaxing visit to the area and hot springs. While he may not enjoy the cold, he could recognise a good pairing. You seemed to enjoy the trip, too. Happy to get away from all the stresses of helping him run Team Magma and Courtney’s new persistent glaring regiment. It was after a trip to the hot spring, that you found yourselves alone in your room, watching as the sun set behind the mountainous surroundings of the town. The swirling of leaves in the air and a quiet moment made him recall the ring box in his pocket.

“For what reason that has continued to see you at my side after my incalculable lapse in judgement, I do not know,” he began quietly, feeling that insecurity rise once again. You could do much better than him; you deserved much better than him. But, when you looked at him with eyes full of love, those thoughts were forced back. “I am ever thankful that I still have you in my life and that I was stopped before I destroyed this world,” Maxie felt his hand come to grasp yours. You felt so warm in his grip, your pulse beating in tandem with his own.

The ring was revealed by him as he swallowed. His glasses felt much too heavy on his face as he became aware of just how surreal everything was. “My dear, will you marry me?” The question felt like a solid weight in the air. “I don’t think there’s another person that I could see myself living out the end of my days with.”

🌧Archie🌊

💧 It crosses his mind a few times. He has been with for so long, and you have stuck at his side through his worst moments. Honestly, he just felt like it did not need to be done. You both clearly were basically married without all the official documents and what have you. The whole of Team Aqua already thought you to be his spouse, anyway. Something official felt redundant. Though, the second he heard Maxie intended to get married, suddenly his opinion shifted hard. Of course, the nerd would feel the need to go through all the legal channels and whatever else. He refused to let the redhead get ahead of him, however.

💧 He debates how to go about it. Between asking Matt and him just telling Archie to go ahead and do it with little thought, to Shelly forcing him to actually be realistic and doing something romantic first, he felt a bit confused. He sighed as the admin made him remember that he probably should speak to his and your families, but he felt that was all tiring. Who cared about tradition? All that mattered was love, and he certainly had that. He did find the talk about a gift of jewellery while doing it more interesting. Could he get you something to better match his anchor? His interest was not in the expected avenues. Archie highly doubted you were going to say no.

💧 He pretty quickly settles on a sapphire ring. It’s blue, he likes blue, and it makes him think of the Blue Orb. It works pretty much to fulfil everything he would possibly need it to. Though, despite the insistence of the store clerk to go for a silver band, he demands a golden one. He needed it to match his necklace, after all. His original plan had been to get you a necklace like his, but Shelly shut that down the second it left his mouth. (Matt told him to still go for it, but he could tell the ring was probably a better choice in the end.)

💧 He takes you out for a quiet stroll on the beach of Lilycove as the sun was setting. The sound of the waves lapping against the shore almost felt in tune with his heartbeat. His eyes darted to you a few times, taking in how the light made you almost seem to be glowing. The ocean was nothing but a complimentary scenery as he felt whatever small nervousness melt away. You stuck with him even after the Kyogre madness and supported him wholeheartedly when he changed the direction of his team. He reached into the unzipped part of his wetsuit to go for the ring box.

“Luvdisc, I know tha’ I have made some pretty unforgivable mistakes,” Archie felt a rare, sheepish grin fall across his face, “And I’m thankful that you have stuck by me through all that.” His eyes met yours as you cocked a brow up at where he could possibly be going with this. The two of you had long since discussed everything that happened, but he felt the urge to preface it all with that. He grasped your hand tightly as his usual grin split his face. There was nothing to worry about, the Aqua Leader reassured himself.

“Let’s get married,” he proudly announced while pulling out the ring, “I already see ya as my spouse, so why not just make it official? I want to spend every day to come at your side.”

💫Volo📜

⭐️ Marriage never crosses his mind. Honestly, he doesn’t even consider a long term in his life about most things. Marriage is not something overly common in Hisui. Sure, his people had traditions like it and the clans did, too. In his case, marriages were usually decided by the parents of the person, which resembled what most of the Galaxy Team seemed to favour. But, he could tell you viewed it differently. It was obvious you wanted whatever it was you saw it as with him. And then, after what happened at the Temple of Sinnoh between you both, he just saw it as impossible.

⭐️ Volo listened intensely to what you had to say about your time period as you went on about it. From what he deciphered, it was clear marriage is mostly viewed as a romantic thing to do in your time, not as a way of combing powers or funds. It interests him, as you continued onto proposals and modern married life. All of it interested him, but everything was impossible in the period you both resided in. Marriage between you two would be essentially nothing more than a quiet declaration between you both. There would be no rings or jewellery, only a common understanding of a dedicated relationship. While, he would have been fine with that, something told him that you would crave the image you had in your head of a wedding ceremony.

⭐️ Before he had time to even discuss such things with you, you were gone. The sky which spit you out in Hisui had consumed you once more and taken you back from whence you came. His frustration boiled in his chest. Arceus was mocking him at this point. He gripped a precious agate bracelet in his hand as he glared harshly at the sky. The accessory was difficult to obtain, having to sway previous merchant connections to have it. His plan had been to offer it as a gift before promising to spend his life at your side. It was far too late for that now. He fell to his knees in exhaustive feelings.

⭐️ It was his immortal life that granted him a second chance, he realised. What was meant to be a punishment – a curse, benefited him greatly. You were in the future, after all. He had nothing but time. Which is how he ended up intercepting you as you stepped out into a more isolated place within Sinnoh. You had just held some sort of meeting with a descendant of his, something he cared little for. The bracelet was still with him all these years later. Volo caught your hand as he gave one of his more friendly smiles. Whatever stunned state you fell into passed quickly. The yellow agate caught the light dully as he slid it onto your wrist.

“… My, don’t you look surprised?” he chuckled at your reaction to seeing him again, “I told you, didn’t I? I’d meet Arceus even if it took me centuries.” His eyes met yours, feelings twisting in them plainly. It had been so long for him, yet no time for you. Unfair, he wanted to call, completely unfair. Your mind raced with so many things. It was certainly a bold move to propose so soon after re-meeting for the first time in who knew exactly how long, but he did not care. There had been more than enough time for him to reflect on his feelings.

“No matter, that’s irrelevant,” he shook his head and pulled you close to him, smiling even brighter at you, “My love, let us finally be together. I want nothing more than to spend the rest of time with you.”

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ It crosses his mind at some point when he realises his age. Sure, many people hold off on marriage well into their thirties, and many people even then still opt against marriage due to how stressful it could be. Memories of attempts of arranged marriages by his parents scorn his mind. Business partners still offer their sisters and daughters to him in order to better strengthen deals and raise his status. It was after one of those particular meetings that he felt the urge to finally marry you. His plans had failed, already. There was no point in delaying things further here.

☄️ Cyrus plans a nice dinner at one of the more expensive restaurants in Jubilife, trying to set the mood more than his original plans. Mars had seen his notes about telling you plainly that he planned to merge your family registers and have you legally listed as his spouse. It seemed easier than all the elaborate bells and whistles of inviting you to marriage. A ceremony was deeply unwanted by him. He knew you would not say no, but she insisted on him being romantic and being polite to at least consider your feelings. Besides, it was not like he had parents for you to discuss this with, and yours likely would not be opposed to a marriage with him. At least, as long as they did not know of his previous plans, he supposed.

☄️ He struggled with what to do. Mars insisted he get you a gift. A ring screamed romance to her, but she suggested that he focus on something that you would like. A ring was a common choice, so he presumed it was the safest option. A bright heliodor gem with a silver band seemed pleasant enough to suffice. The clerk had ecstatically explained to him the meanings of them gem, but he cared little to recall much more than some odd association with leadership. Though, the name itself was admittedly what attracted him. Perhaps your waxing poetic about his name’s meaning had unconsciously wore off on him.

☄️ It was after the dinner that he brought you out to an isolated place within the city that he took your hand within his as he turned to face you. His eyes gazed at your ring finger as thoughts rushed through his mind. He hated how breathless he felt. The thought of you both unified together made him feel strange. Feeling in general was hard for him, but the idea of finally tying himself to this world was exhausting. Your voice calling his name with a lightly concerned tone snapped him out of it. His hand fished the ring box out from his suit coat pocket.

“… I know I am not the easiest person to live with,” Cyrus began while meeting your eyes, “Every day I am eternally grateful that I have you in my life still. Your presence calms me down from the strange emotional turmoil that foolishly claims me.” He stops himself from going further. Memories of all the time you two had spent together dances behind his eyes. You were the only reason he left the Distortion World. The ring is presented by him with a desperate need to hide his shaking hands.

“Allow us to marry,” he forced down any unwanted hesitation, “I believe you are the only person I could ever wish to spend my days with.”

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🔥Lysandre🍷

☕️ He hissed as your Pawniard tries to drive one of its blades into his leg. His Pyroar awkwardly holds it back as he debates the situation once more. This was one of many times that your pokemon had clearly expressed a certain distaste towards him, but he had not expected that it would try to stab him for merely attempting to greet you with a kiss. He stared at the pokemon that stood under a meter. Why did it dislike him? Lysandre desperately set out to appease it with both gifts and space. Whetstones were given to the pokemon alongside some of the finest poffins and pokepuffs he could find. The Pawniard had hardly been moved by the acts.

☕️ It had begun subtly. A harsh glare when he pulled you into his side on the couch. While he had not felt too comforted by the harsh expression, it could be easily ignored. Jealousy was the likely culprit then. Your attention was elsewhere, much to the annoyance of the pokemon. This had been somewhat early on into your relationship, so he expected some adjustment. His Pyroar had been quite jealous at first, too. It was expected to pass, surely.

☕️ It, however, did not. Rather, it progressed. Glaring became letting out annoyed cries which turned into wedging itself in between you and him and finally ended up with the Sharp Blade pokemon stabbing him. There was usually not any blood drawn, but he could only wonder why it had clearly come to shown disdain towards him. Dates were interrupted by clothing being slashed or your Pawniard clinging to your leg and nearly begging you not to leave. Affection was difficult due to it placing itself between you both.

☕️ Eventually, he stared down at the pokemon with a sigh. It had been discussed between you both. You had no idea what to do, though. Discouraging the behaviour did not work, nor did allowing for some consequences. Pawniard just seemed determined to be a wedge between you and him, both physically and mentally. In his beautiful world, he supposed this would matter little, but currently it was something Lysandre needed to face. Jealousy was such an ugly thing.

☕️ Somehow, hopefully, he manages to win over Pawniard or better control situations in which its jealousy is expressed. It seems to be going well enough, as he finally can be intimate with you once more without worrying about a possible injury. Of course, a new situation arises when he finds the steel-type offering you a document related to Team Flare. What a mess.

☀️Maxie🌋

🪨 How could such a tiny pokemon be so harsh? Your Banette glared at Maxie as it blocked his entry into your home. His visit was interrupted by the ghost-type. Its eerie eyes pierced his soul as he swallowed. He felt fairly certain he had not tossed away any plush toys that were currently seeking vengeance towards him, but it certainly had felt like it with your Banette. The pokemon had made no attempts to disguise its dislike of him and took every chance to try to scare him off from your relationship. Maxie did not succumb to its whims, but that had not been an easy task. He had tried to make nice with the pokemon plenty yet had failed to meet whatever it wanted.

🪨 At first, Maxie had been a little on edge of the glaring Banette that seemed to dislike whenever he decided to display any kind of affection towards you, but had written it off. Ghost-types were just usually possessive over their trainers. This was nothing odd. Mildly annoying, sure, but no worse than his Camerupt attempting to press its way between you both to get his attention back on it. It was just a bit more scary, what with its curse energy. How had you ended up with such a pokemon? He decided to focus on gaining the Banette’s trust.

🪨 That proved impossible. No matter how desperately he tried to wager the pokemon’s favour towards him, he failed. Banette’s behaviour had only become more noticeable, too. Dates were seemingly ruined because you were too exhausted to go or your Banette showing up to scare anyone else involved and therefore end the date early. Any kind of affection left a cold presence heavy in the air or was met by your Banette demanding to sit in your lap or get carried by you. It was endlessly annoying how jealous the pokemon was. He almost tried to carry on through its attempts at ruining dates to spite it.

🪨 You, however, seemingly caught on to the tension rising between him and your pokemon. This led to a discussion in which he finally felt able to voice his concerns about the impact it was having on your relationship. You began to work on Banette’s behaviour following this, much to his relief. Finally, he felt able to just enter your home without worrying about leaving with a curse. Being able to sit on your couch and cuddle with you without a certain pokemon interrupting was lovely. Maxie truly felt contented again.

🪨 And, naturally, he tried to the ghost type in the middle. The Magma Leader understood jealousy was innate to the pokemon, but did not like the effects it had. He tried to prove that Banette could still have its time with you, while Maxie claimed his own. Banette seemed to slowly come to understand that and move away from its more possessive actions. Well, until it floated him out of your bed to claim its time. The ghost type understood schedules, as it turned out.

🌧Archie🌊

💧 Frustration swelled in his chest as he stared at your Electrike. It growled at him as he just tried to give you a hug. Archie was not overly fond of electric-types, but he at least set out to befriend the lightning pokemon quite a few times. Treats and time alone to play with his Mightyena were obviously enjoyed, yet the Electrike refused to budge on its obvious dislike of him. He had done just about everything to get on its good side, and all had failed. The Aqua Leader felt at the end of his rope with everything. He could not even cuddle his Luvdisc after a long day before their pet pokemon had decided that it was not allowed. Even his Mightyena had got over its initial hesitance towards you! Hell, even his Sharpedo let you pet it.

💧 At first, he thought nothing of it. Your Eelctrike barking and glaring at him? Perfectly understable! He was not well known to it yet, so an adjustment period was more than expected. Archie went out of his way to make a good impression on it, even if he was not a big fan of electric types. After all, he was happy that you were happy. It then tried to bite him after he pressed a kiss to your cheek. A chuckle was his only reply. Well, jealousy was also understandable. He was not going to blame a pokemon for its reaction.

💧 Until it got worse and worse. Suddenly, before any kind of outing he wanted to do with you, Electrike would develop a limp or suddenly be too needy and try to herd you away from him. Any kind of affection was met with growing and barking, if not a few daring bites. He mostly grumbled at it. Jealous pokemon? Well, whatever. He had dealt with Maxie’s weird girl admin before, and she was honestly comparable to your Electrike. It was annoying, but Archie would power through. He was not going to let the canine think it had won. It was just an unfortunate addition to dating you.

💧 A talk was definitely had about Electrike’s behaviour, though. You had noticed it, too, and became concerned. After all, you did not want your boyfriend getting attacked every time you were both cuddled up on the couch. Archie felt grateful and there was some slight improvement. Obviously, Electrike did not want to upset you, and it was just jealous of your attention being on Archie instead of it. He understood that, he supposed. He definitely had probably snarled a bit at Maxie when he tried to hog your attention.

💧 Ultimately, he tries really hard to befriend your Electrike. He wants to believe that he can manage to get on good terms with the pokemon. Treats are common gifts, and he attempts to play with it, too. Everything does seem to get to a more reasonable point with Electrike choosing to ignore the time you both are affectionate or just making one of those sighs canines do. He feels glad that the madness is over. Then, Electrike is seen running off with his anchor one morning after he stayed over at your place, and he feels it has begun anew.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ There was some form of deep hurt that came from the rejection of your Rotom. A Cleanse Tag sat on his laptop, having just forced out the electrical ghost. He was fully aware it was inside due to his… history with the pokemon. He was hesitant to become close to your pokemon for many reasons, but the Rotom itself had already seemed to have grown some form of dislike for him. It was not some grandiose mystery to him. After all, he was fully aware that spirit was the main problem of this world, and your Rotom most certainly possessed one. The two were quite awkward. Cyrus was caught between desperately wanting to befriend the pokemon and wanting it gone from his sight.

☄️ The Rotom seemed to have developed its distaste quite early on. It let out a cry as you clung to him and possessed your phone to play a loud sound and scare you away from him. Cyrus had not assumed the behaviour odd, aware that Rotoms were quite fond of pranks. It likely was just some playful manner by the electric-type to brighten both you and him. The upper expression on its face, however, told another story. Had he ever seen a Rotom make that face? He did not think so. It was honestly a bit terrifying.

☄️ The reason for its mannerisms became quite obvious as time progressed. Whenever a date was scheduled with you, it decided that was the perfect time to sabotage something by possessing an appliance and breaking it. How many times had the washing machine been tortured by your Rotom was unknown. A strange behaviour also developed when any intimacy was shown between you both. It let out a cry and randomly started buzzing around you both, trying to draw your attention onto it. That or it possessed the television and neatly give you both tinnitus. Its jealousy was confusing and apparent, ultimately.

☄️ Discussions on how to better manage the Rotom were had but often led to nothing. It was not an easy pokemon to control, and its nature lended itself to mischief much too often. Cyrus did not blame you, as your attempts were plain to see. He did, however, not appreciate the Rotom possessing his laptop and tablet and trying to delete anything Galactic related while also sending it to you. It suddenly began to feel as if the plasma pokemon was attempting to spite him. How had he upset it? Questions ran through his mind, as the possibility that a Rotom truly disliked him made his stomach churn uncomfortably.

☄️ He sighed as he offered the end of a charger to the pokemon. The Rotom quietly took the offer and eagerly began to drain electricity. Cyrus had racked his brain for a solution to how to befriend the Rotom. A toy robot was nervously sat on the table. He had a sneaking suspicion about something with this particular Rotom. It stared over at the toy with big eyes before floating over and possessing it. He pet the toy’s head as the Rotom let out a happy cry. For now, at least, he felt he managed a truce.

🕶Guzma💀

□ The Team Skull Boss felt like he was going insane. How could this happen to him? He should be getting intimated by something so small. Yet, here he was trapped in the bathroom with your Meowth puffed up like a Mareep and hissing at him. It was somehow more terrifying than how Nanu’s Meowths might have reacted. He was standing on the side of the tub and debating why the damn feline disliked him so much. Guzma played nice with the Meowth and offered treats and pets. It still clearly hated him. Why? He could only debate.

□ It had not been this bad at the beginning. Yeah, it hissed at him and swiped at him, but that was just the nature of Meowths. Guzma was used to them. It did not even occur to him that there had been anything more to its behaviour, as it hissed at the sight of him kissing you. He just assumed it was annoyed that he was in its space and taking up your attention. Your Meowth clearly lavished in everything you gave it, so it probably just was not used to sharing you. His Golisopod was a bit hesitant towards you at first, too, but it got over it eventually. Your Meowth would as well.

□ … Or not. The feline only got worse. Hissing whenever he sat with you on the couch and swiping at his legs when it felt appropriate. Dates were interrupted by it suddenly escaping and needing to be found. He seriously began debating swapping it out with one of Nanu’s own and wondering if either of you would notice. He did not, and instead was met with any cuddling being ruined by a Meowth wedging its way between you both and hissing and growling at him. It felt like he was on an episode of that pokemon from hell show. Its jealousy was intense.

□ Of course, Guzma spoke with you about it. You noticed, too. It was kind of impossible not to. Efforts were made in getting Meowth more acclimated to him and it accepting him into what it deemed its space. He hoped the madness would all spiral into its end. These attempts lessened its obvious distaste to more of a relaxed ignorance. He would rather it just ignore him than attack his legs every time he wanted to take a nap with you, however. Everything was better, he thought.

□ Somehow, though, he felt mortified when the Meowth led you to him meeting with an Aether Foundation employee. The contents of the conversation he could only hope were not heard by you. Somehow, Gumza felt a knowing glare in the eyes of the feline. It knew fully well what it was doing, and it was to spite him. Whatever peace had been achieved was gone. Your Meowth wanted war.

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☀️Maxie🌋

🪨 Sneaking one of Team Magma’s grunt uniforms is harder than one might expect. Maxie prefers everything to be quite organised, so it would be rare that they have extra uniforms around or that a grunt would misplace theirs. However, as Maxie’s partner, you had an advantage somehow in sneaking one. The Magma Leader looks up from his laptop on his desk, ready to scold the grunt who just walked into his quarters without scheduling a meeting beforehand or even buzzing themselves in. He then feels bewildered as to why you were wearing that. Did you join Team Magma? Why had Tabitha and Courtney not alerted him? Why did you not tell him yourself? He then realises you managed to sneak one of the few spare uniforms they had around when you started laughing.

🪨 Maxie feels embarrassed for getting so worked up over what was essentially a prank on him. You are asked to please return the uniform, as they need to keep track of their inventory and whatever else. Before you go off to do it, however, he does admire how nice his team’s colours look on you… The maroon compliments you nicely, and the knitted fabric looked strangely… cute on you. He has to snap himself out of it because he feels less like he is ogling his lover and more like he is staring at one of his grunts.

🪨 If you manage to steal his somehow, he will be mildly annoyed. He likely only has three – a spare at home, a spare at the hideout, and the one he usually wears. He cycles through them as needed. Today was an “as needed,” and he had headed home quickly to grab the spare since it was closer than the hideout. He could only stare blankly at you, imitating his poses in front of a mirror in his uniform. There was only an ask for you to please return his clothing. He feels more embarrassed than anything about this – especially if his uniform fits you well.

🪨 Maxie would prefer his partner to join Team Magma, actually. So, in his ideal situation, you would have your own Magma Admin uniform. Naturally, he would have to approve any uniform you would design… Though, whether it be cosplay or an actual uniform, he would feel strangely flustered at seeing how it complimented you. Perfectly attuned to whatever you wanted it to focus on, so long as it kept to the red and knit style of Team Magma. Whether you go for shorts or a knitted dress, he appreciates the aesthetics dearly. He is notably more flustered if it was a cosplay, though, since he wishes you were a member of his team so dearly. Maybe now is a time to convince you…

🌧Archie🌊

💧 Getting an Aqua grunt uniform is too easy, honestly. Distressingly easy. Archie’s filtering is mostly done by asking random aquatic facts and whether or not you support water pollution. Granted, not everyone did get approved since Shelly proved herself to almost be the brains of the entire operation. No one really questioned why Archie’s partner was grabbing one, either. You just took it, put it on, and no one thought anything of it. Even Archie barely thought on it when you entered his quartets, busy tapping away and speaking with Matt and Shelly about who knows what. He popped a look over at you, about to tell what he thought was a grunt to come back later, before gasping.

💧 Archie instead gave a hearty laugh and a thumbs up before continuing his conversation. The Aqua Leader has no complaints or comments. You want to wear a uniform? Well, he trusts your interests align enough with his own that it will not cause any issues for him or his team. Besides, you look cute in the bandana and stripes. He almost wishes to ask you to wear it more, if anything. You look good no matter what, though.

💧 You likely have to sneak his uniform after he changes into something else (rare), so it is difficult to get the chance. Though, when you do, he finds out pretty quick since he probably wants it back. The sight of you in his wetsuit – whether it be horribly ill-fitting or surprisingly worn well – makes him grin. Though, he likely loses his mind a little if it is too big for you and scoops you up to laugh some more. If it fits, he is impressed by your form, however. He approves again, but he really needs it back.

💧 Like his dear red-headed companion, he would adore for his partner to be in Aqua with him, and it would only make sense for them to be an admin. Even if you are not, you are essentially an unofficial member with how you can come and go throughout the Aqua hideout with ease without question. So, he has given some thought to what you would wear as an admin. Granted, it would just be a themed wetsuit, but he loves the thought. So you were making it a reality? He is overjoyed and cheers on the cosplay while assuming this is your subtle way of asking him to join his team. Get ready for endless compliments and praises.

🔥Lysandre🍷

☕️ Getting your hands on a Flare uniform… Now, that was a difficult thing to do. No one was really eager to give up their 5,000,000 dollar uniform to just anyone. Well, except, maybe their boss’s lovely partner, who seemed just so curious as to what one would fit like. Needless to say, you managed to get one of the bright red suits for your own. Wearing it, you almost wanted to say the price tag felt reasonable. Until you remembered why Lysandre even made his group in first place. Encountering Lysandre in the outfit had been difficult, as the average grunt was not at all allowed in his office. His café, however, served as a well enough hub.

☕️ Lysandre barely registered it at first, having been more focused on his many projects and getting a cup of coffee than any lonesome grunt. Something about you made him double-take, though. Upon a second glance, he registered your face almost instantly. The Flare Boss struggled to comprehend why you were in a Flare grunt uniform. There was absolutely no way you joined without him knowing. He then is pleasantly surprised by how well you pull off the suit. The bright red compliments you well and seems to bring out an elegant, almost handsome side that deeply respects. That almost makes him forget to question how you got a suit of your own. You do get interrogated, however.

☕️ He is mildly entertained by the sight of you in one of his suits. Naturally, it was not his only one he owned, but he found your attempt to wear some of his clothing rather adorable. Unless you are somehow both his height or build, the suit fits you improperly. Lysandre does debate having you made an outfit like his own since the thought of you in something properly fitting like his uniform almost seemed to suit you well. You are, however, his beloved lover and will be at his side of the helm in his beautiful world. The least bothered by it outside of Archie.

☕️ As for an admin uniform, assuming you go for the generic admin uniforms rather than one of the scientists, he finds himself intrigued by how long it took you to acquire the items to imitate it. He is an active purveyor of fashion, after all. There is also a minor concern about leaking among his group, but he just assumes you found out due to your connection with him. He enjoys the way it looks on you, truly, but he feels there is a certain lure that is missing and almost wants to design you one of your own. Perhaps… It was time he finally started involving you more actively in Team Flare. You opened a door that you can not close with this one.

🕶Guzma💀

□ Getting a Team Skull grunt uniform is easy. They are almost all DIY anyway, and the ones stashed out in the Po Pokemon Center are already selling some in there. You buying one barely raises any eyebrows, too. Boss’s partner wants a uniform? Whatever, fine. Even when you pop into Guzma’s room, he barely questions what you are doing. It does not even register with him at first until you try to sit on his lap. Then, he is suddenly aware that you have changed clothes.

□ He honestly feels a bit smug, seeing you in the uniform. The Team Skull cap and necklace look nice on you, and he barely cares to question where you got it. They have spares all around, and, once again, most are DIY made. He gets a chuckle out of it and just decides to roll with it. You were already an unofficial member. Why not let you wear a uniform? Besides, seeing you as an “underling” let his mind drift in some fun directions that it would not go for any other grunt.

□ Now, you stealing his uniform is less fun. Especially when he enters to see you sitting on his throne with his sunglasses over your eyes. He does not even want to know how you sneaked his watch without him noticing. He starts off with a laugh, expecting it to be over quickly, but you instead do a bad imitation of him. Guzma is now feeling annoyed about this. You get away with it until a grunt walks into the room and does not even realise that you have replaced Guzma at first. He is destroyed internally.

□ Team Skull’s admin outfits… are not really a thing. It really is just your own flair to the general scheme they use, with a Skull necklace and black and white clothing being the only requirement. Or maybe you can match with Plumeria if you want. Either way, your wearing it intrigues Guzma. You are not an official member, no, but you do have some authority around Po town. He likes it a lot. There is almost an urge to ask you to join completely, but he gets you have your reasons. For now, he will enjoy your styling completely.

🚀Giovanni🐈

🟥 Getting a Rocket grunt uniform…. is likely easier than Giovanni would want it to be. They have spares in their hideouts, so sneaking one is not so hard. What proved a challenge was how unknown you are among the grunts and trying to navigate the den to even get a glance at your busy lovers. Too many questions and demands, or getting an order barked at you by some random higher-up. You felt like you were never going to get to Giovanni. Even trying to enter his office got you some looks from his guards, but they seemed to quickly recognise you. A questioning look was given, but the doors were unlocked.

🟥 Giovanni barely knew what to think at some random grunt, interrupting his busy schedule for an impromptu meeting, but before he could put the fear of whatever deity they believed into them, he felt suspicious Sure, he registered just the uniform at first, but when his eyes glanced at your face, he let out a sigh. Just what were you doing? He decided against questioning it and instead took a second glance at you. You really fit perfectly into the black clothing, and he would admit the bright red “R” almost felt like a claim on you. Suddenly, he will let this slide. His mind has gone elsewhere.

🟥 He barely responds to you wearing one of his suits. Yes, haha, very funny or interesting. You are even trying to get his sinister grin down but are not quite there. Giovanni claps but is mostly unimpressed. He instead recalls a time his son did something similar, and you get the feeling that he is calling your actions childish. He once again does find himself quite smug about the “R” logo, though it is quite a bit smaller on his own attire.

🟥 In a hand-crafted admin uniform, he finds himself more impressed with your talents in arranging such a look rather than you dressing up like a knock-off member. You even chose the correct styling uniforms his elite executives wore. Were you wanting a position in his organisation? He certainly hoped not because you were not getting one. Work and romance were entirely divided things for him. Though, you have given him an idea as you turned to show off the uniform. Maybe he should order you around like he did his underlings and give you a taste of the “boss” side of him.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ It probably would not be that hard for them to get a grunt uniform since they most likely do have a bulk around HQ. Just go in, grab one, put it on, and give Cyrus a heart attack when you pop into his office. Saturn would not approve you as hire, he knows for sure. He wants to know where you got that and also to take it off right now because he does not like the idea of him viewing you like one of his grunts.

☄️ The Galactic Leader does hate how it makes his thoughts swirl, though. You do not look bad in it — no, not at all. It appeals entirely to his tastes. He feels so bothered by this. The last thing he wanted was for you to figure out his group’s real intentions since he knows even those among his most trusted seemed to struggle with it. You truly do look good in the grey uniform. If he was not so restrained – no, if he did not lack spirit, he would allow his mind to wander more.

☄️ As for getting his, well, if the cat is already out of the bag, he is probably leaving a uniform at home to change into instead of having to wear a suit out instead. Sneak it out and discover how ill-fitting it is on you (or maybe well fitting it is if you match his height and body type). Cyrus is mildly disappointed and confused as to why you are wearing his uniform. You are not trying to join Team Galactic and usurp him, are you? He asks you to take it off again.

☄️ If you style your own commander costume, he presumably walks into your shared home to see you in it. He blinks a few times in confusion. That is certainly not one of the uniforms commissioned by him or a commander. It resembles the general theme well, but he is distressed by how you got that and why you are wearing it. Are you… pledging your support to his new world? He feels like he is left reeling by all this… You just get to watch Cyrus.exe crash before your eyes as he fails to process all this. In the end, you will be asked where you got the outfit and the explanation of wanting to try out a uniform in the style of his team leaves him bewildered and a little disappointed since he had hoped he could have your support.

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☀️Maxie🌋

🪨 You both had been at Mt. Chimney together on an outing due to Maxie’s strange fixation with the location. It seemed his love for volcanic bodies simply could not be contained today, so you had hung around him as he lost himself in the fascinating world of volcanic igneous rocks. Hiking around a volcanic mountain proved tiring pretty quickly, however. The endless heat from the lava pooled within the belly of the formation led to you feeling exhausted by the time Maxie felt ready to leave. It was no wonder your eyes just seemed to drift close the second you both sat down in the Cable Car to ride back down to route 112. Your head leaned against Maxie’s shoulder, and you just drifted off.

🪨 Maxie was about to ask what you were doing when you failed to move after what he deemed too long for a show of affection. His eyes shifted over to you, and he immediately shut his mouth. Your eyes were just closed as you took steady, soft breaths. Instantly, he realised that you had fallen asleep. Normally, he might not be one for these things, often shunning any public displays of affection or something like falling asleep in public, but he bit his tongue. It was just you two in the Cable Car. He sighed. You looked so peaceful, too. Just once, he would make an exception.

🪨 He hated to wake you, but when the Cable Car came to a stop, Maxie shook you lightly as the door slid open. You opened your eyes with a yawn and looked around, confused for a moment before coming to the realisation about what had happened. The Magma Leader chose to just help you out of the vehicle and down onto solid ground again. You laughed it off in the end as you both headed out towards Lavaridge to stay the night at a local inn. Maxie, however, felt that he would strangely cherish the moment.

🌧Archie🌊

💧 Archie had insisted on you joining him out for a swim, to which you relented. You did not expect his choice of route 132, however. The harsh currents almost swept you away many times as you tried to fight against them. A few times had you needing to be rescued by the pirate before you got taken away by the ocean back to Slateport. It was a bit embarrassing watching some children from the nearby Pacifidlog town navigate the waters better than you. By the time you both found yourselves resting on a beach after the swim, you leaned your head against Archie’s shoulder and collected yourself. Yet, somewhere between the hot sun beating down on your both and the exhaustion from all the swimming, you found yourself dozing off into sleep.

💧 The water-loving man barely thought much of it when you laid your head against his shoulder for a moment longer than usual. After all, the ocean was a gorgeous sight and something to deeply enjoy beside one’s lover. It was how your body pressed against his, so limply, that made him turn his gaze to you. Your sleeping face made him grin bigger than usual. Slow breaths made your chest rise and fall as he held back the laugh that wanted to leave him. You were too cute, he swore. His Luvdisc was all tired out from swimming with him. His arm came to grasp your side as he held you to him.

💧 Yet, eventually, all things had to end. As the sun slowly shifted across the sky and waves lapped closer and closer to the shore, Archie sighed as he shook you awake. You grumbled at first but eventually opened your eyes. Surprised instantly overtook your face as you realised how much time had passed. Archie finally got his laugh at your reaction. You both finally truly left the ocean for the day to head off back to Lilycove. The Aqua Leader committed the moment to his memory of cute moments with his Luvdisc.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ What had suddenly overtaken Cyrus to want to venture up Mount Coronet was certainly beyond you. His utter fascination with the mountain bewildered you to no end, as it seemed to spring up suddenly with his infatuation with Sinnoh’s myths. Joining him proved itself quickly taxing as the mountain’s cave wound itself around confusingly, then exposing you to the wintery chill of the peak. Cyrus had seemed completely unbothered throughout it all. It had taken up nearly the whole day, and you felt exhausted on the train ride back to Veilstone out from whatever city you both departed. As soon as you were in the seat, you leaned yourself against him and closed your eyes. It would be a while before you reached the station, after all. You barely gave it a thought as you fell asleep.

☄️ Cyrus wanted to ask you why you were pressed so close to him. He normally chose to ignore your more persistent affections in public, finding it useless to try to stop you. Instead, he focused on preserving his emotionless image. His eyes shifted over to the sight of your reflection in the train window across from you two. Your eyes were closed and did not open after a few moments. He sighed. Did you really asleep on public transport? Well, he supposed he was there to watch over you, so it was not as dangerous. You looked too peaceful to awaken, too. Sleeping was important, he knew. Even his HQ had a nap room. Yes, he would allow you to rest until the next station was nearby.

☄️ When that time came, he softly shook you awake. His heart dropped at the way tour brows knitted together for a moment. Your eyes then opened as you lifted yourself away from him and yawned. He hated how the word cute crossed his mind at the sight. You rubbed your eyes as the train came to a stop, and the announcer called out the station name. Cyrus took your hand and began to lead you off the train, aware you were not awake enough yet. You both headed home together for a much-needed evening of rest. The Galactic Boss recalls the memory with a pang in his heart, sporadically. Hopefully, his new world would grant you the peace to sleep like that more.

🕶Guzma💀

□ Somehow, a sudden downpour had crept across Alola while you and Guzma spent a rare moment trying to have a real date in the Malie Garden. It led to you both rushing away under one of the roofed coverings with a bench. While it may have been no different from the endless rain that poured upon Po town, it seemed to grow more aggressive quickly. You pressed yourself into Guzma’s side, feeling a little chilled from your clothing having got wet. He pressed you closer to his side, even slipping off his jacket for you to wear. Somehow, between the comforting warmth of Guzma and the rain fall turning lighter into a rhythmic tap on the roof, you felt your eyes slowly drift shut.

□ As the rain slowed to a pace that felt navigable to get out of the garden, he turned to you to offer to head out but was surprised. Under his arm and nuzzled up against him, you had fallen asleep. For a moment, he felt bewildered. How had you done that in this weather? But, then he considered how peaceful it had become when it lightened up. He wanted to grumble about becoming your pillow, but your sleeping expression silenced him. The big, bad boss was completely domesticated in that moment. Fine, you could nap for a minute. At least you were no longer shaking from the cold.

□ He woke you up when the rain came to a complete stop. Guzma figured there were better places to nap than here, and if the weather got bad again, he would rather you two be inside somewhere. You whined when he shook you, pleading for five more minutes. He responded cruelly by sneaking back his jacket. You finally woke up to the sun breaking through the clouds. He helped get you up and began to head out of the garden to make the long trek back to Po town. There, you could both change into something comfortable and nap the afternoon away for a change. The Skull Boss sighed as the memory crossed his mind at a later date. You were preferred to whatever Ultra Space had to offer.

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🔥Lysandre☀️

☕️ He usually tended not fall to such ways of resorting his needs. His preference certainly fell towards having a moment alone with his partner to relieve himself. Yet, a rare situation arose after coming home to an empty apartment. You had left a note detailing that you would be away for a while and not to worry, but Lysandre felt utterly distraught. He, himself, had been away for days, having been stuck between business meetings and whatever else decided to come up. Sighing, he seemed to accept the inevitable. A message to you had been left unread for much too long. Lysandre found himself sitting on the bed, clutching a shirt of yours tightly. A lingering smell settled his mind as he slid away the many layers he wore. His hand found itself grasping his cock. Where had you gone?

☕️ He could only wonder as his hand came to grip his dick. The stress of running both his lab and Team Flare was naturally getting to him. He had planned to relieve it with you, but he supposed that this would work well enough. As he began to pump his hand, he drew together a scene in his mind of you dressed so delicately. Lingerie that he had carefully picked out to just suit your body complimented you every bit as well as he expected. You were laid out on the bed as his hands explored both your skin and the fabric curiously. A groan left him as the erotic image as his hand began to move faster. Your lingering scent on the shirt worsened his yearning. The lingerie would become a mess as he began to thrust into you. Your body was a perfect fit underneath him. His stomach felt tight as his orgasm grew closer and closer.

☕️ But, it never came. Instead, the door of the bedroom opened, and he immediately withdrew his hand in a panic. You stood there with a bag hanging off your arm. It seemed to be forgotten as you stepped into the room. He did not even feel overly surprised when you daringly sat in his lap. Lysandre sighed when your hand came to grip his length and gently began to imitate the movements he was doing moments prior. A kiss soon was shared between you both as it turned into something deeper. He stopped you once again before he could cum, wanting more than just to get off like this. You pulled away from the kiss and panted, resting your forehead against his own. “Well, that was a nice sight to come home to,” you lightly joked as he gripped your hips tightly, “Lys, ravish me.” He gladly obliged your request.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ He hated doing things like this. It felt like he was giving into his base instincts. The feeling had suddenly come over him as he sat down on the bed. You had gone away for the day, writing out a quick text telling him that you decided to travel to Jubilife for whatever reason. Exhaustion lapped at his mind, but so did something else. Cyrus grumbled as he grasped your pillow. The lingering smell of you set his mind at ease. You always teased him. Your texts may have seemed innocent to an unrelated bystander, but he knew better. His teeth were clenched together. The images of your outfits you would send him flashed in his mind. Cyrus hated the idea that you actually knew exactly how to work him up and now had denied him a chance to get you back. No matter, he supposed.

☄️ His hand quickly undid his pants’ button as he freed his dick from the constraints. You tormented him. He gripped it firmly as he began methodically to jerk his hand up and down. Normally, you pestered him by rutting against his groin whenever you decided to initiate sex. The image of you sitting in his lap, panting and whining, made his toes curl. His hand began to move faster as he imagined your hand instead being the one wrapped around his dick. You would coo things in his ear about how cute his flustered face was, or beg him to make a sound. He swallowed. Somehow, the image of you laid underneath him in vest Galactic vest made him much too close. His hand would grip your thighs as he positioned himself, ready to thrust into you. A quiet groan left his throat as his hand’s movements became more and more sporadic. What had you cursed him with?

☄️ Yet, just before he could finally cum and relieve himself of his temporary madness, a sound stopped him. A door opening. His head instantly shot to where it was. You stood just outside of the bedroom with wide eyes. His hand froze. Before either of you could say a word, you dropped the bag you were holding and found yourself eagerly at his side. Your grip replaced his own. The rate his heart raced at was concerning. “Cy,” you cooed at him playfully, “You really thought I left for Jubilife? Come on, I was just trying to surprise you with your favourite meal.” The ingredients were forgotten, however, as your hand began to pump his dick. He allowed this, deciding that he would much rather this be over as soon as possible. Of course, that was not your intention as you suddenly pinned him to the bed. “I missed you, too,” your hand was already pulling down your bottoms. Dinner would be coming much later than usual, it seemed.

💫Volo📜

⭐️ He hated the feelings you brought out of him. Envy. Annoyance. Rage. So many negative feelings dwelled within the blond whenever you unfortunately crossed his mind. The worst, however, had to be the lust that swirled inside him. You ruined his plans. Arceus sent you specifically to stop him, and then mocked him further by choosing you in front of him. Yet, Volo still could not get you out of his mind, no matter his desperate attempts. Revenge was the furthest thing from his mind as he clenched a forgotten top that you had left at a Galaxy Team camp. He brought it to his nose as he felt your familiar scent overcome his mind. His mind played many scenes of you bending over before him as you did your research tasks, or the way you called out his name.

⭐️ His bottoms were quickly undone as he instantly fisted his cock. Many images of you in various states of undress crossed his mind, yet the odd one out of among them was how you fell back at the Temple of Sinnoh. The fear on your face — how you seemed utterly beneath him, made his grip grow tighter as he jerked his hand up and down his length. Volo wanted to pin you to the ground at the sacred place and absolutely ravish you in front of the deity that found it so easy to deride him. Your moans echoed in his ears as his motions grew more and more frenzied. He pretended the rigid feeling of his hand was you, yet his mind obviously knew better. A groan left his throat as he felt himself moving closer to the edge by the second.

⭐️ His hand came to a complete stop as the door to his cabin opened up. Your eyes met his as you stood in confusion. “… So, you did have my shirt,” you bravely entered the home and shut the door behind you, “I know I have been busy, Volo, but you terrified the professor.” When you were in his range, he suddenly pinned you to the ground. You made a distressed sound as you fell against the floor. The blond instantly had your wrists pinned above your head. You sighed, “Well, threaten me with a good time, why don’t you?” He grumbled about how you managed to kill the scene so quickly. It mattered little as he pulled down your bottoms with ease. You helped him get off your strange underwear, and he soon found himself re-enacting a similar scene to the one from his imagination.

🕶Guzma💀

□ The delinquent gave a sigh as he entered his room to not see you there. Of all the times you had gone off. Guzma quickly checked his phone to confirm you were off doing something in Malie and left Po town. He sat down on his bed and ran a hand through his hair. There was nothing to do. He debated something between wandering around the beach for Wimpod sightings again or harassing Nanu. The idea of the old man sending one of his cats after him again made him stop, though. Instead, he spied a forgotten piece of laundry laid on out the floor. He felt his grin grow on his face.

□ Pulling down his sweats, he pulled out his cock. The grunts were out of the house for a while, which gave him some personal time. His hand grasped his dick as he focused on the underwear you had left behind on the floor. Putting them to his nose, he gave a sniff and felt he was between your legs. Guzma pumped his length as he thought about you pressed against his sheets. You were wearing his medallion and his coat as you moaned underneath him. He began to move his hand in time with the thrusts in his fantasy. It had been a while since you two had been at it because of all the shit Lusamine had him doing. His movements grew more frantic as the fictional you called out his name. Guzma knew he was about to bust a nut.

□ It never came, though, because the bedroom door swung open and made let go of his dick in a panic. Before he could pull up his sweats and go off on whatever grunt dared do something so stupid, he heard you call out his name. You saw him and instantly shut the door behind you. “Seriously, Guz? I told you I wasn’t going to be long,” you sighed as you walked over to him. He let out a high-pitched noise when you grabbed his dick. “I’ve missed you too much to let this pass by,” you told him plainly, “Lay down.” The big, bad boss was not about to deny an order from his partner. His fantasy was fulfilled in a different way.

☀️Maxie🌋

🪨 He did not usually like to commit to such acts. Not for any particularly specific reason, it was mostly that he felt it consumed time that he could otherwise be putting elsewhere. Though, he would admit that there were moments where his mind would wander away from his computer screen and into thoughts that he often left unexplored. This was unfortunately one of those times. He pulled away from his computer and pushed up his glasses to rub his eyes. Why? His thoughts were suddenly consumed with images that he felt could wait for later. Maxie tried to suppress them. He thought of something else desperately, like Numels or Archie, but neither of those could end his issue. Instead, a thought of you wearing a Numel hoodie made everything all the more worse for the Magma Leader.

🪨 He undid his shorts and made sure that his teleporter was locked as he pulled out his dick from its confines. His heart raced as he tried to think of this as some form of maintenance. This was just human nature — everyone did it. His hand awkwardly gripped his length as he began to pump it. You kept entering his mind. How you looked in your Magma uniform was a prominent one. He was technically your leader, too. One order could see you on your knees before him in a desk chair. A moan left him as he began to move his hand more naturally. More pleasure surged through his system. Would you have your hood up? No, no — He wanted to see your face. Maxie swallowed as his movements grew rougher and uneven.

🪨 Yet, before the red-head could cum and relieve himself of this ceaseless torment, the teleporter activated. A scream came from his as he ripped his hand away from his dick and tried to make himself look presentable. He thought he turned off access. His heart raced at the thought of some grunt seeing him in such a state — or worse, one of his admins. That was not the case, however, as you entered in and cocked a brow up at him. He was fully aware that you, of all people, would know what he was doing at a glance. You made your way over to him and knelt between his legs. His breath hitched. “You, too, then?” you tilted your head as you grabbed his dick with your hand and began pumping him, “It’s been a while since we had, Maxie. Let’s enjoy ourselves for a moment.” The Magma leader’s fantasy came true with a lot more.

🌧Archie🌊

💧 The Aqua Leader crashed against his bed with a sigh. Of all times for you to step out to the market in Slateport, it had to be when he suddenly had a spike in his libido. He grabbed one of your shirts off from the floor and smelled with a sigh. All his work to help redeem himself from his actions had been keeping him busy and away from you. Which meant no sex. His admittedly high sex drive was in competition with his need to fix what he had caused with Kyogre. It finally won, and you were not here to help him with it. You must have been missing him, too. He grumbled as he sat up. Well, it was not like he could not handle this himself. The teleporter to his room was off already, and he felt like he could make due.

💧 He slid off his wetsuit, feeling freed from the tight clothing was he clutched your shirt tightly. His hand found his half-hard cock, and he began to easily fall into a comfortable rhythm. Archie wished you were here. Somehow, the image of you pressed underneath him while wearing his anchor had lodged itself in his head and drove him half-mad. His movements became harsh as he lost himself in the fantasy. You would both be pressed against each other in the bed as he rutted into you. The cold metal of his anchor turning hot from your shared body heat. He groaned at the thought of your digging your nails into the muscles of his back. His other hand came up to push off his bandana, it feeling way too hot on his head. He bucked his hips into his grip as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

💧 It did not come, however. The sound of the teleporter activating made him panic. His heart was racing as he froze in place. He knew he turned it off. Before he could wrap his head around what happened, you emerged from it with a bag on your arm. You looked around the room for a second before landing on him. His hand let his cock go as he rushed over to you. Your bag was dropped on the floor as he pulled you in for a kiss. You eagerly returned the affection and let him tug away at your clothes while leading you back to the bed. Soon enough, he had you underneath him, just like his fantasy. “Archie, honey,” you broke the kiss for a moment to look him in the eyes, “Just text me next time.” He made a mental note of it as you let out a wonderful noise.

🛸Colress🥼

🧪 As much as he loathed pulling away from his work, he would admit that he found his own body’s reactions and needs a bit fascinating. Plus, he supposed he could multitask. Colress did not usually deal with random raises in his libido, but he knew that being with a partner long term could make some changes happen. He grabbed his tablet and noted the time it had begun eagerly alongside what thought may have brought it out. You had gone out for a while. Could that be a factor? There were so many things for him to note. He nearly forgot about his erection in his eagerness to figure out the possible reason why. Of course, it made itself apparent again.

🧪 He sighed as he momentarily pulled away from his theorising to unbutton his slacks and free his dick. Sliding off his gloves, he began to pump his cock in a methodical manner while trying to note the sensations. Colress felt his breaths grow quicker as he thought more and more on it. You had brought this out, he was certain. A thought of you laid on in his lab coat for some reason. Why was it so appealing? You were nude, sure, but why the lab coat? A groan left him as he began to quicken his pace while thinking on it. You were beckoning him in his head, asking for him to use one of his personally made sex toys on you. The thought of bringing out the Colress Machine S-35 to use on you made his pumping grow sporadic and random. His muscles tensed, and he expected himself to reach orgasm. 

🧪 Except, you calling his name broke his imagination and drug him back to reality. He put his tablet down to see you standing in the entrance of his lab with confusion and worry written across your face. You rushed in but froze when you saw him. Your expression then became that of minor annoyance and relief. “I thought you had hurt yourself when I came in and heard you groaning,” you sighed and moved to stand before him, “Colress, what in the world were you doing?” There was little time to explain. Instead, he asked that you strip and put on one of his spare lab coats. You stared at him for a moment in silent disbelief before shrugging and doing what he said. The sight instantly brought back up his libido. But, before he could make any notes, you crawled in his lap and straddled him. It seemed his theories really would have to come later.

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🔥Lysandre🍷

☕️ He was always busy. Naturally, a man driven by his passions for many things and the owner of a company was busy. You never felt unloved, no. Not once. Lysandre would call you whenever he found the time between his endless work. It was a bit boring, though, being alone in person for such long periods of time. You felt especially bored with being in Kalos. There were only so many things you could bring yourself to do in Lumiose before you felt like you would start blurring things together.

☕️ Which is why you felt yourself looking at Paldea with deep intrigue. A mysterious giant crater with a dark history caught your imagination much more than seeing the Sundial in Anistar once again. A quick voice mail left to Lysandre’s holocaster declaring your intentions of going to Paldea was left as you quickly began to make calls to airports about how much to fly into Levincia from Lumiose. A flight was booked, and you were gone from Kalos come evening and into the neighbouring region.

☕️ The issue arose when Lysandre finally found himself back at the Lumiose flat he shared with you. The lateness of the day left a certain ethereal quality as he gazed around the completely darkened room. Flipping on the light, he ran a hand through his hair. All he wanted to do was fall into bed and spend the rest of the night embracing you close to him. He crept into your shared bedroom to change out from his suit into sleepwear. The silken sheets caressed his exposed skin, and he crawled into bed. His arm spread across the expanse, searching for you.

☕️ Lysandre shot up from the bed in terror. Rushing over to the light switch, he flicked it on to reveal an empty bed. Where were you? His holocaster was brought out instantly. A voice mail from you instantly had his attention. He stared at your visage as you told him that you were leaving for Paldea. A final goodbye came as you told him you were leaving the same day it was sent. He tried to call you back, but you were out of the service range for it. He moved to your phone number, but it only rang. His eyes closed. You had left.

☕️ Had you grown tired of his lack of presence? Did you find yourself opposing his ideals? Had you been threatened? Many, many explanations crossed his mind, yet none left him satisfied. At once, he needed to confirm your safety and learn just why you had disappeared from the safety of the flat. He was making arrangements within five minutes of finding out, confirming exactly where you had gone. By the morning, he, too, would join you in Paldea.

☕️ Your trip to Paldea saw you in a lovely hotel in the energetic city. You basically passed out the instant you hit the sheets, unaware of your ringing phone and anything else that was happening. Well, until the sunlight burst through the curtains of your hotel room’s window. And the unending, loud pounding of a fist on your door. You were pulled from sleep’s tender embrace to go to the door. What was it? You opened it carefully. On the other side stood a familiar giant man with a concerned expression. You nearly jumped back.

☕️ “Ah, my dear,” relief swelled in his voice as he easily entered the room. The door clicked close behind him. His arms came around you tightly as he embraced you and pressed a kiss to your temple. “I was so worried… Why did you come here?” You were still in a shock about him being there. He sighed and cupped your cheek while using one arm to keep you close to him.

☕️ “… I wanted a vacation…” you managed to finally get out. Lysandre closed his eyes and hummed. Then, you were lifted up and brought back to your bed. Your body was pressed tightly against his own as he rested his rest over yours. His heartbeat danced across your ears as you laid near his nape.

☕️ “Please include that in your message next time,” he sighed, finally at ease with you right next to him. How many thoughts of you held hostage by people who would want to hurt him? Another kiss was pressed to the top of your head. “… Though, I would rather you not go alone,” Lysandre’s tone was gentle, “For now, let us sleep a bit more…” You let out a yawn and nodded.

💼Larry🏢

🍙 The exceptional everyman, Larry; your husband, wad busy. All the time. It was not really his fault, though. Being a triple office worker- Gym Leader- Elite Four member was a consuming job. And Geeta happened to be a fan of dumping work on him whenever she could. There were times you felt a bit ignored, certainly. Maybe even most of the time, arguably, but it was obvious how much he loved you. Larry would enjoy your presence at the Treasure Eatery on his lunch breaks, or come home as early as he possibly could to just unwind quietly with you. The issue arose in the in-between time. You were bored. Really bored. Medali was not exactly an exciting place in Paldea.

🍙 You soon found yourself looking at trips to a hot spring getaway in Hoenn. The season was seemingly relatively cheap, so you found yourself quickly making arrangements and able to depart that very same evening with lodgings already booked and ready. It was all quite fortunate. You wrote a quick letter telling him you were off to Hoenn and he would not be able to reach you. A sign off a goodbye with a heart saw you out the door in a rush to make it to Levincia to make your flight on time.

🍙 Larry stumbled in quite later than usual, exhausted from everything, as he always was. The door opened to a dark apartment as he sighed. You bad already gone to bed. He manoeuvred around the darkened home with ease and found himself changing out of his suit in the bathroom. There was an odd feeling that lingered as he got into bed. He rolled over toward your side and fell into where you usually slept. Getting up, he flicked on the light and gasped. Empty.

🍙 Panic surged through his veins as he rushed into the living room. Maybe you had passed out on the couch. He turned on the light, I’m there to reveal no trace of you. The closet door was open in the bedroom, and gone was your luggage. Your wallet and bag were missing as well. Larry sat down on the couch as he stared blankly at the coffee table. Had… Had you left him? He was aware that he was quite absent. He did not blame you if you had. His hands buried themselves in his hair. A sharp breath left him.

🍙 Tears burned his eyes as he headed towards the kitchen to get a glass of water when a piece of paper caught his attention. It was taped to the refrigerator. Picking it up, he read it closely. His shoulders slumped as the note informed him of your intentions. A vacation. He felt envious, but that was beat out by the relief that swelled in his chest. The paper was placed down as he pondered possibilities. A vacation request would almost certainly be turned down.

🍙 Geeta, amazingly, actually approved it. Curious as to why he would suddenly want off, he lied and spoke about wishing to experience the different battling styles offered in Hoenn. It was that same day he set off to the first off region to try to find you there. It felt strange being in the tropical place as he headed to the inn you had booked to stay at. He found himself in amazement at the nearby volcano was he entered the small village.

🍙 You, randomly leaving a shop, stood stunned when you spotted your husband just doing his usual standing and staring in contemplation at a cliff face. For a moment, you pondered if it was some other middle-aged businessman, but a loud caw of a certain bird alerted you to it being him. Staraptor landed on your shoulder and brought Larry’s attention to you. He rushed over and gazed at you in mild amazement. “Dear…” He mumbled out.

🍙 “H-how are you here?” You questioned, completely stunned by how he had even ended up here. A quick explanation of him seeing your letter and deciding to take time off to come join you. You smiled brightly at hearing that and dragged him off to the inn you were staying at, so he could drop off his bags. In the privacy of your room, his arms came around you from behind as he buried his face into your nape.

🍙 “You’re so cute,” he grumbled out as his embrace tightened around your waist, “You’re always so cute…” You felt the air nearly knocked out of you by his sudden affectionate nature. Turning around to face him, you saw his tired eyes looking at you with a tender expression. You nearly wanted to scream. “Let’s enjoy this holiday,” he nuzzled his face back into your nape again. You nodded and brought your arms around him. It seemed your personal vacation had become a romantic one.

🥼Colress🛸

🧪 Having a wandering scientist as a boyfriend could get a bit lonely. Was he busy? Well, technically, yes. He usually was not bound by any employment (and when he was you usually had to question the ethics and morals of said company), but he absolutely threw himself entirely into his research. Whenever you decided to join him, it could be exciting travelling to far off lands and seeing previously unknown to you pokemon. When you did not, however, it was boring. And lonely. Colress did make contact relatively often, checking in on you and just updating you on whatever was going on where he was, but there was only so much one could do in Unova before they needed to get away from it all.

🧪 Your attention drifted to the historical intrigue of Galar. The phenomena of Dynamax sounded exciting, and the general culture of the island fascinating enough to draw you over to it. You soon found yourself researching into restrictions and flights as you sent out a message to Colress telling him you were leaving for Galar soon. The next morning saw you off from Unova and gone to a new land for exploration.

🧪 It should have been fine, except for your message not sending due to Colress’s signal being bad in the rural area of Alola he had been in. He had come back to Unova the very same day you left, in order to surprise you with a visit and get back to his main lab for a while. He entered your tucked away abode to complete and utter surprise. You were not there. He shrugged it off at first, assuming you likely had gone out for the day or something similar, and headed into his lab to upload his collected data to his backup system.

🧪 By the time the evening had come, he grew a bit concerned. Team Plasma was still an issue, even with the fact he, himself, had mostly dismantled the team. He checked his texts and emails for anything from you but saw nothing. His breath hitched in his throat. He headed to the bedroom to see your stuff in a mess and a missing suitcase from the closet. His eyes went wide. Immediately, thoughts of someone taking you entered his mind. Colress did have a few enemies that would wish him harm.

🧪 He brought out his tablet and quickly clicked through a few screens and logins before seeing a dot representing your location on his screen. Yes, the scientist had stuck a tracking device to you. He simply liked having the information for a variety of reasons. Colress was confused by one, large, glaring thing. Why were you in Galar? Wyndon, specifically, it seemed. He pushed his glasses up to rub at his eyes. Many scenarios ranging from a simple getaway to you being taken there against your will somehow raced through his head. He opted against contacting you, afraid it would put you in danger should the situation be bad.

🧪 He quickly gathered his travelling bags again as he prepared to head to the distant region. It seemed his hope for a moment of peace at home with you would have to be delayed until he confirmed your safety. Plus, he supposed Galar was another place he planned to visit for his research. Might as well see what data he could pick up there, too. He kept a close eye on your location on his tablet as he headed towards you once he landed in the region.

🧪 You did not expect to turn a corner in the large city and see Colress standing there. He walked over to you casually, as if it was perfectly normal. His smile was polite as his gloves hand came to rest on your shoulder, pulling you close to him. You leaned into the hug. “Hello, darling,” his voice was quiet as he whispered the second part of his greeting, “Are you here of your own volition?” You burst out laughing.

🧪 It startled Colress as you moved to look at him with a big grin. “Did you not get my message?” you asked him, and he shook his head, “Really? How did you find me then?” His eyes went even wider. Should he tell you that? He opted against that for now. It was for your safety, after all. You both headed to where you were staying after that, tired of having an awkward reunion in the middle of the city’s busy streets.

🧪 Inside, Colress shed his lab coat and sat down on the room’s coat, deftly typing in something on his tablet. He closed it soon after and turned his attention to you. “So you came here to see the Dynamax phenomenon, you said?” he inquired, and you nodded. His smile grew brighter as he pulled you down into his lap. “Perfect. That’s exactly why I planned to come here, too. Let’s enjoy this fascinating region together.” You sighed as he buried his face into your nape from behind. Would be more of a research trip or a romantic getaway? Soon you would find out.

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▲Ingo▼

● You were desperate. A certain train man had thrown himself into working ungodly long hours, while leaving his poor dearest to manage themself for much too long. His spare coat, unwashed and abandoned in the basket since yesterday, was in your hands. It would be another late work day, so you felt the urge to indulge yourself a little. You pressed the dark fabric to your face and smelled the haunting scent of coffee from days past and a cologne that lingered from whatever sprits he did in the mornings. It almost felt like you were smelling the man himself. Ingo would assuredly see to your needs if he were here, but the issue was his exhaustive working schedule and tiredness when at home.

● Your hand unconsciously drifted downward into your shorts as you tried to think back to any moment you had last had with Ingo. Him hovering over you with his soft, silver eyes and pressing a thumb between your folds. It came to rest on your clit, where he seemed to find the perfect pressure before beginning to rub just right. Your toes curled as you felt the pleasure rush through your system. He would cup your face with his other hand as watched your expressions intently.

● Your movements mimicked the fantasy to the best of your ability with your own hands. The praises Ingo would languish you with, echoing in your head as you softly let out a moan into the black coat pressed to your face. Your hips bucked against your palm as you imagined Ingo’s lips coming on to yours, silencing himself from the endless stream of comments he would make. The soft smell of Ingo sent your brain away from the reality you were in. You dared to press your fingers inside you.

● A scream nearly left you when the bedroom door opened to reveal the man on your mind. He stood frozen as dropped the coat and pulled your hand out of your shorts. Ingo blinked a few times, clearly in shock from the sight of you smelling his coat while masturbating. Clearing his throat, you watched as his cheeks bloomed pink. “Ah, I suppose I have been quite busy lately, haven’t I?” his voice was quieter than its normal volume. He sat down on the bed and patted the spot beside him nervously. “I’ve been a bad husband… Please allow to amend that here and now,” the phrase was like a rumble from his throat. You eagerly took him up on that offer.

▽Emmet△

○ The white coat was heavy in your hands as you bit your lip. Emmet had been busy lately. Too busy. Uncharacteristically busy. So busy, in fact, he had forgone his usual bedroom antics in order to sleep more from the sheer tiredness of it all. You were completely desperate at this point. The Subway Boss coat was brought to your nose as you breathed in the scents that remained. Something like a berry-based dessert wafted across your senses, alongside a masculine odour just underneath. You sighed. His scent alone was enough to calm your nerves.

○ Your hand began to trail lower as your mind rushed desperate signals. Emmet never left you alone like this. Normally, you had to beg him to stop being so horny, not for him to give you any form of attention. You could imagine him holding you in his lap with his hand buried between your legs. His breaths would dance across your skin as he eagerly watched how you bucked your hand against his palm. Your fingers found themselves buried inside you as you tried to make the desperate fantasy reality. Emmet’s teasing words echoed in your ears about how cute you were like this.

○ A hand would grope at your side and chest as he playfully bit your shoulder. His fingers would keep fucking into you just moaned, already aware of the locations of the spots that could make you see stars. You whined into the fabric of the coat as you desperately tried to imitate the way Emmet fingered you. Your thumb came to rub your clit as you curled your toes. You wanted him so badly. Another whine left you.

○ Your stomach dropped when you heard the bedroom open. Emmet stood in the doorway, head tilted and his usual smile on his lips. You dropped the jacket in a panic and brought out your hand from in between your legs. The younger twin gasped. “My poor darling,” he cooed as he rushed over to trap you against the bed, “I have been a verrrrry bad husband!” His hands were on your thighs. The look in his eyes twisted from surprise to something darker. “I am Emmet, and I will make it up to you,” he promised with a mischievous grin. You could only swallow. The beast was reawoken.

💼Larry🏢

🍙 It was shameful. Really shameful. But you were lonely and he was always busy. You picked up the grey shirt that had been left carelessly on the floor of the bathroom after he had stripped last night. A dancing hint of his cologne hit your nose as you pressed the fabric to your face. Underneath that was a lingering masculine scent that you had gone much too long without. Larry was not one to ignore your needs when he was around, but therein lied the issue. When he was around. Geeta liked to hold him hostage for whatever reason.

🍙 You felt your hand slip past the band of your underwear as your fingers pressed between your lower lips. In your mind, it was Larry’s hands as you sat in his lap. His lips were on your nape as his other hand groped at your sides. A sigh would leave him as his finger circled around your clit to instead press the meat of his palm against it and make your toes curled. Your fingers began to press into your entrance as you mimicked what your imagination had conjured up.

🍙 He would mumble something about you being delectable as he pressed a kiss across your back and scissored his fingers inside you to get you ready. A cry left you as you imitated the fantasy. His shirt barely muffled the loud sound. He had such a distinct smell. A bit of sweat from likely a busy lunch with gym challengers or maybe even an unexpected league challenger. Your fingers began to curl into that sensitive spot inside you.

🍙 You were jumped out of your fantasy when the light clicked on in the bedroom. Larry stood bewildered at the sight of you finger fucking yourself on the bed while sniffing his shirt. You instantly dropped it whole, retreating your hand, but he shook his head. “… I’ve left you neglected,” he commented as he shrugged off his suit jacket, leaving a shirt much like the one you just held bear to your eyes, “Aren’t you lucky my boss made me leave early today?” His lips were on yours in an instant as his hand replaced your own.

🥼Colress🛸

🧪 The mock-neck shirt was tight in your hands as you laid in the bed. Colress was out doing who-knows-what. Some benefactor had apparently decided to dump money into his research, which meant he had gone in a fervour to do as much work as he could. You were happy for him, of course, but you felt lonely as it were. You buried your nose into the dark fabric with a sigh. Some chemical scent mixed with sweat left you in a trance. The blond was energetic and excitable, which often translated into a lot of sexual attention for you.

🧪 You pulled out the vibrating dildo Colress had made for you himself. Your mind travelled away from the fact you were pushing an object inside you and pretended it was Colress’s actual dick. Your toes curled when it bottomed out as you switched on the vibrations with its switch on the end. The sound of scientist’s groans replayed in your ears as you tentatively began to thrust the phallic object in and out of you.

🧪 You thought of the scientist’s sweet grin on his face as he hovered over you, making comments on your reactions and how much they varied from your normal ones. He would be the one thrusting into you as his notes faded into groans as he lost himself in the pleasure, just as you were. At some point, he would lean down and kiss you, maybe even daring to deepen it. Your arms would be around his slender form. You moaned as you continued thrusting the dildo into you and pressed the shirt closer to your face.

🧪 What broke your focus on the pleasure being pulled from the device was a sudden presence next to you. Opening your eyes and ruining your fantasy, you nearly screamed. Colress knelt beside the bed while excitedly typing data into in tablet. He only stopped when you called out his name. A chuckle came from him as you pulled the toy out and threw the shirt at him. “I was correct in modelling that toy after my penis,” he offered as he closed his tablet and sat beside you on the bed, “Your reactions showed an increase in pleasure and overall enjoyment as compared to the one I designed after a generic penis.” You tugged him down by his coat for a kiss to shut him up and demanded he fuck you. He obliged.

☀️Maxie🌋

🪨 You nervously took the sweater out of the dirty laundry as you crept back to your shared quarters with Maxie. He had been occupied as of late with this and that and barely had a moment to share alone with you. It was frustrating, but you did not want to bother him with your “personal” problems. You brought the maroon knit to your nose and sighed. The familiar scent of sediment and coffee just drew pictures of the Magma Leader to your mind instantly. Images of both a strong, respectable man and one with flustered expressions and less clothing.

🪨 Your hand came between your legs as you ran your finger through your folds teasingly. Maxie was not overly intimate, but he knew better than to ignore bodily needs. You could pretend that he had you sat on his lap at his desk, idly playing with you while trying to review some documents. His fingers would swirl around your clit as he hummed to himself in either annoyance and contentment. You would let out soft breaths as he switched to his thumb.

🪨 His finger would circle around your entrance before pushing inside. You would let out a soft cry as he shushed you. Another finger would quickly join the first as he would begin scissoring you. Your real moans were caught by the sweater pressed to your face as you began to thrust your fingers carefully in and out of yourself. He would eventually give up on his work and turn his full attention on you, lips pressed to yours as he curled his fingers just right inside you. You nuzzled deeper into his sweater.

🪨 The heat of your body suddenly went chilly as the sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted your session. Your eyes met red ones as you wanted to scream. Maxie stood in the doorway of the room as you dropped the sweater and tried to pretend you had not just been rubbing it out to the thought of him. A sigh came from him as he shook his head. You flinched as the Magma Leader brought his own hand between your legs. “You should always finish what you start,” he reprimanded. You swallowed. His gaze changed slightly as brought his other hand to cup your cheek. “I’ll help you this time since it’s partially my fault,” Maxie’s fingers began imitating your previous actions, “Let’s fix this together.” You suddenly felt eager for the rest of the evening.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ You pressed the smooth fabric of the turtle-neck shirt to your face and inhaled. A distant smell of something metallic bled with a fading cologne came from the clothing item. Cyrus… was not an attentive lover. He cared and loved you, yes. There was no doubt. Sex was rare, however, and you were desperate for anything at this point. Especially with how busy he had been with whatever his latest project was. You clenched the grey fabric with a sigh.

☄️ A certain toy that was made by a certain blue-haired man was brought out from the beside drawer as you slid off your underwear. You hugged the shirt tightly as you flicked on the switch on the vibrator. Shudders racked your back as you teased yourself by pressing the toy between your folds. Pleasure shot through your system in an instant. You sniffed the shirt again and tried to think of your beloved Cyrus as you circled your entrance with the toy carefully. Pressing it inside, you tried to pretend it was him. It was his careful hand holding your hip as he pushed inside you.

☄️ You could almost hear the sharp breath he would inhale as he bottomed out and your toes curled. The toy was thrust in and out of you. Cyrus always had a slower pace at first, unsure and uncertain of what he was doing. You let the smell of his cologne linger in your mind. His body would be pressed against yours as you wrapped your legs and arms around him. He would bury his face into your nape, unable to bear the pleasure you brought him. You began to move the toy faster as you imagined he would pick up the pace.

☄️ This fantasy was interrupted by the bedroom door clicking open. You wordlessly drew your hand away from the toy and tried to drop the shirt, as Cyrus stood in a shocked silence at the sight of you. There was an awkward moment between you both as the toy kept buzzing inside you. Your teeth dug into your lip as your toes curled. Eventually, the blue-haired man sighed. “… Do not stop on my behalf,” he moved to turn away, but you called out his name. He knew exactly what you wanted. Cyrus swallowed. “… I suppose… I could indulge you,” he was unfortunately a man and not above being caught by the erotic sight of his lover masturbating while holding his shirt.

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☄️ The Galactic Boss struggles to comprehend sex for the most part. Does he feel arousal? Yes, naturally. Does the urge strike him to go find his partner and have a round occur to him? He would prefer to just have a quick jerk off session and get back to whatever he had been doing before the need had arisen. Yet, it was not easy when you were around. Suddenly, your own needs came into the fray. Cyrus truly struggles to overcome this at times, afraid that he will underperform for you or simply worries too much in general. Being naked is such a vulnerable state. He truly prefers not to be, but you clearly enjoy his body.

☄️ Cyrus admittedly hesitates to initiate or reciprocate due to the feelings of it all. Sex can be purely physical, but not with someone he cares about. Your arms and legs can wrap around him when he is on top, or your hands press against his chest when you ride him. The touch… it all feels too intimate for him. He truly feels like he does not deserve it, but dares not say a word when your pleasured sounds echo around the room. Eventually, he loses himself in the throes of passion and lets the physicality take over his worries for feelings.

☄️ His usual locations for sex are almost entirely at home, but he does have moments where you end up pinned against his desk being rutted in by a frustrated Galactic Boss. There are few places he really feels comfortable having sex. The idea of anyone seeing him, and you for that matter, in such a vulnerable and compromising position truly distresses him. Though, at home, he does not do it anywhere too odd. Never in the kitchen, too worried about germs. The couch and bed are his favourite spots. You popped on some lingerie to tease him while visiting him at his office. You may find yourself pressed against the starry skies of his office wall depending on how wound up he is.

☄️ Cyrus has no idea what he is doing when it comes to giving head. Honestly, he is horrible and will not do it. He also struggles to receive it, as he completely has his mind go to the fact you have been eating things. You will have to brush your teeth for him to even begin to agree. Though, he might agree, depending on his mood. Usually, it will be a no. Basically, there is no head for and from Cyrus.

☄️ Cyrus is a switch, but not in the traditional sense. He vehemently refuses anything related to anal (his paranoia about germs rising up again), so no pegging him. He also is not exactly a sub while being ridden. There is always some distant sort of control understood by you both. His hands will hold your hips as you bounce up and down on his cock. Your moans sting his ears while he lightly bites at your collarbone. Nails digging into his back barely register with the sheer amount of pleasure. Though, he also certainly tops. The feeling of his desk pressed into your stomach as he ruts into you from behind is not uncommon at all. Any knocks on his door go ignored as the roughness of his thrusts grow, and he hits deep inside you.

☄️ The blue-haired man does not really have any specific kinks. Well, not any that he would care to name and acknowledge. Certainly, he shows a certain leaning towards being praised by you, however. It is very subtly and something that can be overly exploited. But, your words about how good he is making you feel or how wonderful he is make him suddenly need to work harder to please you – to meet your standards. He definitely leads to being dominant as well, but not anything domineering. Cyrus just prefers to have more of a sense of control.

☄️ The Galactic Boss honestly has low libido. He never thought much about it until it came to meeting his partner in the middle with the sex. If you have more than him, you likely will end up having to do much of the work since he just struggles to catch up to your needs. He does want to fulfil them usually, but he has moments where he offers a vibrating dildo he made for you and dips. Cyrus is difficult to arouse, too. The best way might be to use a few praises smartly on him and some well-timed affection. Suddenly, he is more agreeable and interested. A hand comes to rest on the inside of your thigh when he finally surrenders himself.

☄️ Dirty talk from his is honestly rare. He does not like to talk much during sex, since he tries not to force himself to think too much about everything that he wants to fret over. Sporadically, though, he does. His arms locked around you while you ride him in his lap, he pleads barely above a whisper, “Beloved… More.” You are much too eager to meet his simple quest. Or better, when he has you under him pressed against something and completely bottomed out inside you, he suddenly mumbles out, “Your body is so close to my idea of perfection… No other being could ever make me feel as you do.” He then picks up his pace, desperate to hear more of your lovely sounds.

☄️ His sexual “no 's” are pretty simple. He hates the idea of public sex, and he is not into any kind of impact play or choking. He just… cannot. That is not an appropriate way to treat a loved one, even if they consented. As stated, he does not feel comfortable with anal. Asking that of him will result in a firm no and plain refusal. Daddy kinks are also out. Does he look like your father – actually, don't answer that. He is only twenty-seven and calling him that is honestly repulsive to him. Not opposed to being called master, though. It might make him think of his subordinates, though. Otherwise, he is pretty good with most things.

☄️ His aftercare sucks. He lays there dead to the world, post nut and then gets up to take a long shower. You may join him, but it will absolutely not be anything sexual and be entirely focused on just washing off all the fluids from sex. Cuddling does not really usually happen, but there are a few times he makes an exception. There are few words spoken, too. Give him time to recover, he struggles with strong emotional states. He does care; he is just overwhelmed.

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🧪 He's heavily invested in his research. It takes him all over the place and leads him to meeting many people. The researcher had long since learnt from the errors of his last and his affiliation with Team Plasma and the despicable Ghetsis. Colress found it only natural that a strong trainer such as yourself would capture his attention, both scientifically and romantically. You will always have Colress's support and critique, and he has bountiful knowledge to gather about the bond between you and his pokemon.

🧪 He's admittedly indifferent to PDA, but he certainly is not the type to be all over his partner in public. He doesn't mind a level of closeness physically. You may find he's close at your side even if he's not actually touching you, so long as nothing captures his interest. A rare peck or hug may come from him if he's feeling highly affectionate, but he mostly stays sway from that. You can do whatever to him, admittedly, if he's not in the middle of his research that is. Kissing him, clinging to him, holding his hand, he's fine with it.

🧪 In private, he's pretty similar, but there's a noticeable up tick in his affectionate moves. His arm his often found around your waist or shoulders as he goes on to you about whatever device he's creating or experiment he's doing right then. Even if you don't care, it's nice to share in his excitement. You're still free to do whatever, too. But, he's not the best with cuddling, as he likes to move and keep things going. You'll find the best times are when he's truly ready to doze off to sleep (a rare occurrence) or when he's deep in thought. In those moments, he may find himself entirely reciprocating. He's surprisingly sweet at times.

🧪 He does prioritise his research over his health quite typically, so you may find yourself concerned with his lack of sleep and proper meals. Colress tells you that everything is fine, however, and that he's used to it. Finding him passed out in his lab is always a bit distressing, though. If you bring food into the room and return a few hours later, it's eaten, so there is a way to subtly help him without dragging him away from what is his life's calling.

🧪 Colress finds himself intrigued with the concept of love and being in a relationship. It's a bit unfathomable to him at times that you're able to keep up with him despite his eccentricities. He enjoys the feelings it brings quite a bit. Even to a point where he begins to document little changes between you both as you grow closer. He even expresses that this must be similar to the feelings pokemon hold toward their trainers who let them grow stronger. You ask him politely to stop comparing your feeling to what his Klinklang must feel towards him.

🧪 Specific dates are admittedly rare with him. He's more of an explorer, so you end up travelling with him across the many regions that capture his intrigue. Colress considers the times he pulls away from his research and properly gives his entire attention to you, more of dates than anything. A walk with you through the Kalosian countryside after he stopped investigating those rocks near Geosenge is a date. Him sitting with you on a beach in Alola after he took a break from what the Ultra Recon Squad commissioned his with Necrozma is also a date. He may not be the most romantic, but he does make you feel strangely special.

🧪 Jealousy is simply something he cares little for. He may politely ask someone to stop flirting with you or touching you if he notices it, but he never does anything extreme. The scientist trusts you entirely, after all. Your bond with him is something fascinating that he knows everything about. You may get a bit jealous of all the attention dedicated to his work, but humans rarely cause issues. Most people are thrown off from Colress from his eccentricities, despite how oddly handsome he is.

🧪 Being relevant to his research, you are often challenged to battles with him. He taps away on his tablet as you go against him. Your strategies used and pokemon choices are documented by him, and he actually becomes quite a difficult rival. He enjoys them all endlessly and might even declare you his favourite dataset (an honour, truly). There is likely a conversation about where him viewing as information ends and seeing you as his partner begins. Admittedly, you are seen as both to him in a strange harmony. It's just how he views the world.

🧪 Colress only calls you by your full legal name without hesitation. Joking, of course, but he simply cannot choose pet names. The closest thing you get called to a pet name is what your dataset is titled in his system. You ask him not to call you that, though. He does quite enjoy it if you call him some, actually. It may somehow inspire him to call you something. (He goes with 'dear' because it is simple and to the point.)

🧪 Overall, he is a pretty interesting man to date. His affections are often subtle and he can come across as oddly cold, but he does truly love you. He may tell you in his own way that having you in his life is something that brings him much joy. Especially if he decides to tell you about his past and how he put the fate of the world in jeopardy for his research. Colress trusts and feels comfortable with you, that's what is important to him. Life is certainly a journey with him, but he's an intriguing guy to dedicate yourself to.

🧪 He does actually have a pretty normal sex drive. The thing is, he doesn't really like to make the time to indulge himself in that way. It's a part of him, yes, but there are many other things he would rather be doing than having to figure out how to get himself off. When you enter his life, he becomes aware that it likely will have to change. Not that it bothers him that much, admittedly.

🧪 He has no personal preference to topping or bottoming, but you'll find him viewing sex in an interesting manner no matter what. Sex is more of an experience he wants to document. Everything from the changes it may bring in your relationship to how it simply makes you both aware of things about each other. If he's bottoming, he'll murmur to himself about everything happening and make notes to himself. It's a bit strange, but it does eventually tether out into him moaning and grabbing at the sheets desperately. Science mind has turned off for now.

🧪 When he's on top, things are a bit similar, with him muttering observations to himself. Though, when he finds a sensitive area on you, you may find he lightly teases you about it while messing with it more. That spot has committed to his memory completely. Any and every erogenous area is abused by him as he works to set you off into climax. He's fascinated by your body's reaction. Even as his brain chugging through thoughts while he thrust into you, he's still careful to observe you. This is a special kind of private research for him.

🧪 Really, really into sex toys. He's making his own new ones constantly and using them on you. He has made a sex machine, likely just to document your reactions more as a third party. There's nothing he enjoys more than watching you fall apart on the vibrating dildo he made for you himself. You will often find yourself having at least one involved during sex with him, as he just enjoys amplifying the feeling to the best of his abilities. The toys come extra handy when he goes away for a while on research, too.

🧪 Another kink he quite enjoys is a bit a lab role-play. He does admit there was a bit of a high being among the top rank of Team Plasma at a time. Authority isn't typically thrown around in your relations, but it does come up during these sessions. Colress falls into a role of a researcher wanting to do more research into sex stimulation, which results in many of the aforementioned toys being involved alongside him driving you crazy with just his fingers. It's one of his favourite scenarios to mess around with, and he does actually collect information.

🧪 His oral sex is interesting, to say the least. It's wonderful, don't misunderstand. All his memorisation of your sensitive spots come together as he lies between your legs. His mind is rushing with your stunning reactions and how much your flavour sets him off. He focuses entirely on getting you off. Colress desperately needs to see more of your reactions. It also becomes a game for him. He wants to see how quickly he can bring you to orgasm and how easily. As for receiving, he becomes surprisingly flustered quite easily. Anything you do to his cock leaves him a moaning mess as he begs you for more. It's quite different from how he treats you.

🧪 If you would like to try something with him, you'll have it thoroughly vetted. There are certain things he simply has no interest in doing, and others he would gladly engage with. Do you want to bind and gag him? Sure, he'll let you go a round. He wants to do something similar to you, too. Something like choking? He's not a fan of that. Physically touching you like kills his mood quickly. Just ask him before trying anything and see how he feels about it.

🧪 His dirty talk is odd. He'll compliment how your body tenses or the way your face twists and accent it with a kiss. Your features themselves are complimented and teased by him. Sometimes, he praises your body like it is the most interesting thing he has ever seen. Colress does always find something to say, and it varies from weirdly hot to a bit of a mood killer. He may also start explaining the physical processes your body is doing throughout, which can definitely kill the mood or be weirdly hot depending on your mood. The best things he does say, though, are about your bond with him. Sex is a bonding activity with you in the foremost of his mind.

🧪 His aftercare is analytical yet caring. He almost does a miniature checkup on you before offering water and a bath. Colress may even try to hold the water to your lips for you. He'll entirely forget cuddling unless you bring it up, which he then eagerly holds you. The scientist knows it's an important bonding ritual, so he doesn't dare ignore your request. And, he'll admit, he does quite enjoy it himself. Eventually, you both do settle down after it and admit you are a bit tired from all the sex you just had. Colress notes that you are often the one asleep first, so he takes his time observing your post-coital reactions. A light kiss comes to your cheek from him before he realises just how exhausted he is himself. You both comfortably fall asleep against each other.

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☕️ He's a busy, wealthy man with terrible, terrible plans, but that doesn't mean he can't slow down to enjoy a cup of coffee within his café in Lumiose. You walked in with a confused expression and attire that simply screamed 'tourist' to any local. Your Kalosian was subpar at best, but you caught his pale eyes in a foreign way. Such a beautiful person to have entered his life. There would be no hesitation in his endeavour to bring you into his close circle. You would never deny such a seemingly kind man's assistance. The heavy hand on your shoulder was believed to be a reassuring gesture.

☕️ A bond was sure to grow from his pleasant demeanour and tour of the city of light. It was impossible to not find a place at his side. He simply was easy to speak with despite his, at first, off-putting height and facial expression. His variety in language was lovely, with a slight accent. Often, he would explain to you the history of a heritage building within the city. You nodded along at his words. During your trip, you developed a tentative friendship with him. Texts and calls happened when you managed to get lost or needed a suggestion of where next to visit. You relied quite a bit on Lysandre, admittedly.

☕️ A meeting was had between you both in Geosenge, standing before three stones that jutted out of the ground. His azure eyes took in the sight with something heavy on his mind. The plan he had would soon be put into action. Your holiday was soon to end. If you left Kalos, you would die. The feeling in his chest was a suffocating one. If you stayed with him… You would live. To convince someone who barely knew him, however, was to be difficult. He knew everything about you, of course. His vast wealth and many connections were quick to provide him anything he wanted to know. A wind blew dust in the air as he sighed. The private investigator he had trail you was barely enough to relieve his mind.

☕️ Lysandre was not a fool. He knew his feelings were unhealthy, but at the same, he no longer cared. Humanity failed his expectations long ago; why would he care about their perceptions of love? His goal to preserve beauty forever was to be viewed as unhealthy, too. The only thing that mattered was obtaining you and keeping you for his perfect world. Though, the slight romantic in him would prefer you come easily. Kidnapping was messy and dirty… Against what he desired to create. He would betray himself once more, he supposed.

☕️ The romantic location was likely overkill, but he simply wanted to make his feelings extremely apparent. A high-end restaurant with solely you both in attendance outside of (his) staff, should anything go in a direction he would not prefer. It was under the low light that he grasped your hand. A single orange lily stood proudly in the middle of the table. “I don't believe I can begin to describe my feelings of love towards you,” his voice was a strong tone as he usually held, “Please, stay with me here in Kalos. I would cover any and every expense you may have.”

☕️ The shattering of his heart was to follow when you let go of his hand. Lysandre was unlucky, he supposed. You babbled out something about an obligation in your home and not wanting to burden him. He felt cruel with the sleeping drugs he had slipped into your wine. Your body was caught as it fell from the chair. The red-head felt a sigh leave him as he cradled your body. There was not a chance of him wasting your beauty; a beauty he wanted all to himself. Things would be better with you tucked away in his Lumiose apartment until further notice.

☕️ You woke up to the aroma of a fine brew as the porcelain clicked on the bedside table. The room was… red. Lavishly, so. It was obvious you were not back home, nor was this your hotel room. Lysandre ran a hand through your hair while you realised that you were unable to move your own. “It pains me to be so aggressive with you and commit to such vulgar actions, but this is for the best,” he leaned in to press a kiss to your temple, “We will have plenty of time to work on our relationship, now.” The kisses trailed down until they met your lips. You could tell there was no easy way out of his grasp.

☕️ He's loving and patient, with his worst moments involving yelling and isolation. You'll break sooner rather than later. Lysandre would never dare physical violence upon you, for he is not that kind of man. Your punishments are psychological rather than physical, breaking you into the lover he desires. Most punishments leave you in isolation with the only time human contact being when you're given food and water. The crimson, silken binds of your wrists signify that you are his. He speaks to you about his plans for the world. It's terrifying, but you can't argue with a gag in your mouth.  There's a reassurance that you'll be safe from it all, of course.

☕️ As begin to fit into his mold, you'll be lavished and praised. Dressed beautifully like a doll on display and sitting beside him as he overlooks the beauty of a glow Lumiose at night. Soon, if no one stops him, you know nearly everyone below will perish in his insane planes to make a perfect, beautiful world. Your will to fight is smothered into ashes, leaving you willing and submissive to him. His hand grasps yours as the world is taken away from you. You're led back to his bedroom.

☕️ A will to escape pulses through you as you realise just how capable his goals are. You're aware of his friends and contacts, but unsure of how to go about calling them. The first thing you should do is open the door of this isolate space and rejoin society. Lysandre had come to trust you enough to explore the apartment. It was a struggle to unlock his many devices set up to pregnant your escape, but you managed. Your hand reached out for the door and…

☕️ You opened it. Freedom called to you, and you ran as fast as you could in the fashionable, yet uncomfortable shoes that the man provided to you. The sun was hot on your skin as you dashed to a man you believed could help you. The professor of this region, Augustine Sycamore. South Boulevard came into view alongside the lab, and you breathed a sigh of relief. The receptionist pointed you to which floor. It felt much too long as you waited for the doors to open. You proceeded to give the man a fright for his life when you spoke of what his friend had done to you and how badly you needed help. There was a fear he would fail to believe you, yet he didn't.

☕️ Sycamore looked terrified from your words, but with how Lysandre had described his new lover, he could pretend ignorance. Passion was one thing; kidnapping was another. He helped stash you away and get you out of the country. It was a slightly sad parting from a man who showed true kindness toward you, but the return to the perceived safety of your home left you at ease. Your return was marked with a quick isolation and assisted by friends and family. It was on the news you one morning after everything had passed that you learnt of his Lysandre's apparent death after the collapse of his plans. You were finally at ease.

☕️ You hesitated. Pulling away, you feared what should follow if you failed. It was terrifying. You didn't wish to be alone again, with barely enough human contact to remind you that you were not alone. This led to you following him through his terrible, insane plans. He led his group to a believed perfect world, and you could only watch how everything unfolded. The few times you were allowed out into the world, you watched as people completely ignored your existence. It was as if you only mattered as a piece of him. It hurt, but there was little you could do. Lysandre mistaken ideas of love left you unable to convince him of anything. Did you love him? It was a mixture of feelings that resonated in you towards him, yet when his death was reported to you after his plans failed, you cried. You don't know why you cried, but you cried until a strange man in a trench coat came to interview you.

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The moment the words leave your mouth during what would have otherwise been a quiet evening in, he turned to look at you. His face was clearly twisted in minor confusion, which prompted you to repeat the statement. "Would you kill for me?" It almost sounded partly like a tease. What could have brought up such a statement? He thought on it for a moment...

🔥Lysandre🍷

☕️ Lysandre becomes stuck between it being a joke and you truly having someone you must want dead. The Flare Boss understands. He understands very well. His connections could easily see most people dead, should that truly be what you desired. Though, it likely would be easier to simply wait until after he completed his plans due to the low chance of them being a member of his team. Of course, you could just as easily be joking. He blinked a few times, patiently waiting. You never spoke a name, however.

☕️ “Perhaps,” Lysandre eventually replied, “Though, I doubt you have anyone in particular you wish dead, do you?” You let out a laugh and shook your head. He joined you in laughing, fully able to play along. Of course not. You were much too kind. That was a trait in you that he deeply admired. He leaned down to press a kiss to your temple. “All you would need to do is ask, however,” he whispered quietly, “I would do anything to make you happy, my love.” Though, whether you realised how honest his words were would remain unknown. Either way, it was just pleasant to have his reassurance.

☀️Maxie🌋

🪨 He freezes for a moment. Kill for you? His glasses almost fall off his face from how he angles his head. What? The Magma Leader was quite a few things, but a killer he was not. Most of the time, he refused to even resort to violence. Your words almost made him recoil before he recalled that exaggeration was quite common these days. Yes. You must have meant that as a question of how deep and strong his love for you was. Not as an actual request. If you had, his answer would have been a firm “no.” Maxie was no killer.

🪨 “Figuratively, yes,” he agreed with a nod, “Literally? No. I'd be happy to help you find other options, however.” You sighed. That was the expected answer from Maxie. He seemed to catch on to your mild disappointment and leaned forward to peck your cheek. “Dear, I'm not going to lie and say I will do something like that,” he felt his cheeks grow warm as he looked away nervously, “I do love you greatly despite that.” You laughed and hugged him tightly. Then, you teased him by saying the Great Maxie is a pacifist. He just grumbled in reply.

🌧Archie🌊

💧 Archie blinked a few times. Kill? Would he kill for you? Objective situations entered his head of what might warrant such a reaction, but none of them seemed like places you would be. Especially not with him nearby. Archie then remembered Shelly's complaint that he was killing her with work and finally chuckled. Ah, you must have meant like that. An exaggeration of love. This time, a guffaw left him as he pulled you close to him. The Aqua Leader would do a lot for you, but killing, sadly, would not be one of them. He would throw down with someone for you, though.

💧 “Nah,” he said simply, then spoke again, “Well maybe. It depends. But I'm gonna say no.” You rolled your eyes. Archie seemed a bit scattered on his reply. He pressed a sudden sweet kiss to your cheek. “Now, I might fight a guy for ya, Luvdisc,” he grinned, “Like that time I chased off that Gorebyss that was after you.” You laughed. Well, that was about what you had expected from Archie. He was not exactly the violent sort. You tugged his bandana lightly to make him look up at you. He got the hint and kissed you again. Well, the pirate man was good at expressing his love in other ways, at least.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ Cyrus blinked. Kill? As in murder? He almost scrunched up his face at your words. Naturally, he knew you were not serious. There was no one reasonably that you would want dead, nor would he seem like a reasonable candidate to get rid of someone. Well… He believed that anyway. The tablet was turned off as he moved to face you. What was going through your head? Why say such a thing? The Galactic Boss was aware that he was being far too analytical for such a basic statement. He supposed he had heard Mars tease that she would kill someone for him. (At least, he hoped it was spoken in exaggeration, but…)

☄️ “Beloved, I would rather simply make you a world where that feeling needn't exist,” he replied, “There is no need for such grizzly actions to be taken.” His hand came to cup your cheek unconsciously as he gazed into your eyes. You blinked, unsure of his words. “I dream of a world where such vile emotions don't cause these kinds of situations,” he continued, “I only wish to bring you and I to some kind of peace.” Cyrus's lips lightly pressed against your temple got a moment before he pulled away to return to what work he was doing on his tablet. You blinked again. What was that? It felt more intense than if he had just said yes and proceeded to describe a form of murder. Well, you certainly felt assured in his love towards you, at least.

💀Guzma🕶

□ Not even missing a beat, he laughed. Kill? Well, maybe. Probably not ever truly, but why not? Guzma was more than ready to throw hands for you usually, so why not just lie and say he would kill, too. Granted, he most likely would not ever, no. Killing seemed far too intense. He got what you meant, though. Some situations did cross his mind that might warrant it. Very few seemed even partially likely to ever happen. Alola was simply too peaceful for any of that shit.

□ “Sure,” he said plainly, “Why not.” His arm pulled you closer to him as he grinned at you. The hypothetical was pretty common, he thought. No different from being asked if he would still love you if you were a bug. (In which you had asked him a few times. Him of all people. Like he would ever say no.) You leaned closer to him and laughed lightly. “I mean, I love you,” Guzma continued, “Now, would you kill for me?” You thought on it for a moment. He nearly jumped out of his skin at your reply. A deadpan, yes.

💫Volo📜

⭐️ The merchant was stricken by your words. Kill? Him? Well… He was not going to pretend that he was some upstanding moral type, but he was not exactly the type to handle things directly. Even when it came to his plans, he figured actually killing someone would be a do-or-die situation. Though he supposed that as a merchant, he was quite ready to defend himself should the situation arise. He did have a knife on him, just for a situation in which bandits dared threaten his life. For you… He closed his eyes. Well, certainly, he would not say no.

⭐️ “If the situation called for it,” Volo spoke with a playful tone despite his words, “You never know what may be required in the wilds of Hisui.” You smiled at him so sweetly. He could not help but lean over and press a kiss to your head. “Though, I do expect the same from you,” his voice seemed to take on a different cadence, “Should I ever be in danger, I hope you would act to protect me as well?” His hand held yours delicately as you went quiet. It was all too easy to assume these were just common requests for the time period. You nodded in reply, and Volo's grin seemed a bit more intense than usual.

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☀️Maxie🌋

🪨 Maxie is not really the type to drink, truthfully. He feels that it interferes with his overall function and that it usually has no benefit to him that he could not find elsewhere. Though there are occasions which he drinks. Celebrations are one. Social gatherings are another. It is just rare that he chooses to on his own. He does not really have much of a preference towards anything, but he does naturally drift towards sake for celebrations or beer for more social events.

🪨 Of course, this does mean his tolerance is quite low. It is very easy for him to overdo it and get drunk, which he dislikes immensely. Though, when he is drunk, he becomes much more emotional. He might start crying at a moment's notice over something completely inane or because he thought of something. One time, he started crying because he thought about how much he loved his partner and simply could not handle his feelings. Or he thought about what he almost did with Groudon... He becomes quite a mess easily. The redhead has to be tucked into bed and made to sleep off the rest of his stupor.

🪨 He cannot handle the following hangover and has to remain in bed all the next day. This is a reminder of why he usually refuses to drink. The Magma Leader is also flustered by any and all things he said after he recalls them. His shame is overwhelming, and he cannot face anyone for at least twenty-four hours. Crying about Groudon will haunt him for a while.

🌧Archie🌊

💧 Archie sometimes drinks but not too much. Definitely a social drinker type. He does not see much of a reason to do it alone, and thinks it is something that you do with friends to either have a good time or celebrate. Rarely, though, he will have a drink on his own. Mostly to unwind after something particularly intense or stressful. It really is not common, though. He skews towards beers typically, but he has been known to have rum, too. He has a pirate theme to keep up, after all.

💧 He has a pretty good tolerance for drinking. It is rare that he overdo it and ends up in a heavily inebriated state. Archie is good about cutting himself off before he has an issue arise. When that fails, however, he quickly becomes a mess. Just like Maxie, he gets emotional. Usually, it skews more towards happiness, but he can start to cry at the drop of a hat. Any mention about the Kyogre incident is known to send him into hysterics, but bringing up his partner makes him go on and on about how much he loves them and how perfect they are. At some point, he gets sent off to bed to sleep away the remainder of the alcohol.

💧 He handles his hangover pretty well. Despite the pounding in his head, he still gets up and does his usual tasks. Archie is not even embarrassed by his behaviour from the night previous, and just shrugs it off. His entire team does not even think twice about it with him.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ Not too big on drinking. Cyrus does it to keep up appearances, but he personally does not like how alcohol affects him. There are likely some memories attached to the activity that he deems unpleasant to recall. Yet, he still will drink in the company of those who do. Usually, this means he simply consumes whatever is offered to him, so his preferences are a bit of a mystery. Though he does know that he prefers whiskies when asked, but he still does not exactly like it. No alcohol is one he truly does.

☄️ Despite his overall lack of drinking, his tolerance appears, at least, to be quite high. It seems almost impossible for him to be phased either mentally or physically by alcohol. Cyrus also seems to be very aware of his limits and stops himself before passing them. Should he get drunk, however, he becomes more withdrawn and unsociable. All he wants is to be left alone suddenly and has to excuse himself. The only person who might be able to comfort him in such a state is his romantic partner. Though, even then, it might be too much for them. It would be best to just let him fall asleep and get everything out of his system that way.

☄️ He handles hangovers badly. This is precisely why he hates drinking. Now, he is losing an entire workday and having to hide away in his bed and hope the pounding in his head eventually fades. Cyrus hates how he acted and feels like emotions have once again got ahead of him. In bed, he will continue to pretend that he does not exist.

💫Volo📜

⭐️ There is only so much alcohol in Hisui, and Volo is usually not able to partake due to his work. Whether it be his actual duties as a merchant or simply those he chooses to do as a wannabe archaeologist. Though, he does often enjoy a drink when he finds the time to have one. Albeit, that is truly rare. The blond has fully dedicated himself to his work. If he should somehow find the time, say at a celebration or festival in the village, he does enjoy the refreshments. He does not have much of a preference for any specific drink, but he does not exactly have many options available to him anyway.

⭐️ He is surprisingly hard to get drunk. Volo is careful not to overdo it, having a certain mask that he fully intends to up-keep. His limits are acknowledged and kept under. Should that fail for whatever reason, he becomes oddly manic. He becomes even friendlier to an almost terrifying degree and just will not stop talking no matter what. Somehow, he never once reveals his plans, but he just keeps going on and on about random Hisuian folklore and history. Eventually, someone (his partner) has to go lay him down, but he tries to stop them.

⭐️ With a hangover, leave him alone. He is cursing Arceus for daring and gives him such a bodily system that causes him such great pain. His main worry is that he might have said something to break his character's veneer, but he luckily did not. Now, instead, he has a pounding headache and feels like he has to throw up. (Please bring him a cool rag and sit by his side. He is like a frail Victorian woman.)

💀Guzma🕶

□ Guzma drinks. Truly an unexpected phenomenon, of course, but he drinks. He knows it is a quick way to get a semi-decent high, and it can really add to a mood when you are out with friends. Though, he honestly hates doing it alone, despite doing it at least somewhat regularly when he is in a bad mood. He usually leans towards cheaper beers because he does not truly have money to toss around. Though, a few times, he has had a drink with Lusamine, and he gets to have some nice wine and champagne. They are not exactly his favourite.

□ His alcohol tolerance is pretty average. Guzma does not get drunk too easily, nor is it nearly impossible. His limit is somewhat acknowledged, but he often ignores it. He is pretty hard to tell if he is drunk, truthfully. The punk might get a bit more inclined and loud, but hardly anyone thinks it is related to alcohol, since it also happens when he is just upset. So, basically, he barely changes but becomes a more pronounced version of himself. Before he really gets mad, however, it is a good idea to get him to go lay down. He tends to be pretty bad about knowing when he should stop and rest.

□ Both good and a baby about hangovers. He hates everything about it, but he tries to force himself through it. Definitely has to be told that he is allowed to lay down and rest. Guzma will ignore those words, but he does consider them at least. There is nothing for him to fret over about his behaviour, so he just shrugs it off. A part of life, he thinks. Then, he has to run to throw up. He probably does stop for a while just to not experience that again.

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☀️Camerupt Maxie🌋

🪨 Camerupt hybrids were not overly common… Well, the ones who decided to live among human society were exceedingly rare. Maxie supposed it made sense, as the preferred lands for his species were volcanic craters. He still would have preferred that, as he felt cold, no matter how hot humans complained that the temperature was. His body was quite like a “centaur,” he supposed. A human-like torso rose out of a body like a Camerupt's own. Though, all of it was his body, of course. Lazy, furred ears were on the sides of his head instead of human ones. It was fairly obvious to any casual observer what he was, and there was nothing in him that wished to hide it.

🪨 Maxie will admit that he had the temper of a Camerupt at times, but he purposefully manages to keep himself cool and collected. There was no need to explode either literally or metaphorically over so many different things, even if he desperately wanted to. Team Magma also provided a herd sense to comfort his urge to be around others, too. Though, he does make more frequent trips towards Mt. Chimney and the Fiery Path to recollect himself in a comforting environment. Sometimes, he even dared to take a nap there among the wild Numel. Their sleepy faces had an unexpected effect on him.

🪨 Though, of course, one of these naps would be interrupted by a curious person approaching him. The Numels around scrambled off and left him as the sole person for your intrigue to be on. His cheeks grew warm, and he fought his immediate response to explode. You just gasped at him curiously and asked if the heat in there was more bearable to him since he was a hybrid. Magma Leader Maxie's upset was suppressed as you softly pet the fur on the side of his body.

🪨 Maxie soon almost had a new recruit out of you when he mentioned his interest in making more land for people to live on. You seemed to follow along with ease. It was clear that his fire-ground typing certainly kept a dislike of water in his heart, almost reasonably so. It was not long until you and him actually just built a normal friendship out of your interactions rather than a normal recruiting process for his team. In fact, he opted against asking you to since he felt that it was a burden that he could not place on you.

🪨 Unconsciously, he found himself often wanting to spend more time with you. While his work may have kept him busy, Maxie simply needed to fit in time with you into his schedule, for her felt even more irritable than usual. This time was usually spent around Mt. Chimney, with discussions about geology often coming up from him or you asking him something about him. Every so often, he would even dare a nap with you. This activity typically felt the best to him, yet he wasn't sure why. His feelings were completely obvious at this point to you, but not to himself somehow.

🪨 Eventually, Maxie nearly roared when Tabitha of all people got too close to you during one of your meetups when he had come to get him. It was then that he realised exactly how he felt and embarrassingly confessed to you after dismissing his admin normally. To his admitted surprise, you happily agree, and he feels light as air (despite his weight being near 220 kilos). It then clicks entirely in his head that he had been treating you like a mate instinctually and becomes flustered again. Well, at least you already knew what you were in for.

🪨 Most of his urges are dealt with carefully. He does not want to keep making a complete fool of himself by roaring at any person he deems too close to you, nor does he want to have his decision-making influenced by you. Of course, this is overwhelmed by his instinct to spend more time with you. Simply existing in the same space is enough, which means he has you join him in his living quarters. Your presence is so comforting that it makes focusing on his plans easier, despite the new distractions that come with it. He makes a strange sound when dare to reach a hand out to scratch his ears. Maxie reminds himself not to push it weight into you carefully.

🪨 Overall, he is a pretty interesting hybrid and lover. Maxie often goes between fighting his instincts to just accept them, which is mostly a result of being around humans. He knows his actions are pretty strange to any outsider. But, the Magma Leader is more than used to being disciplined and keeps it mostly under wraps unless he is alone with you. As for those around him, his team simply adores his hybrid status and sees his ability to create magma, almost an example of the team's capabilities. Others do struggle with him, however. Camerupt hybrids just are not super commonly seen outside of volcanic areas, so it is a sight to see one just casually shopping at the Lilycove department store. But, overall, he is left mostly to himself. (Until he seems an ancient ground deity.)

🌧Sharpedo Archie🌊

💧 Sharpedo hybrids were known and feared. Known for their fast swimming speeds and apparent cruelty. Archie would want to proclaim those unfounded and demanding towards his species, but he was aware that some of them did target boats and bite through the iron sheet metal of hulls. Instead, he tried to counteract those beliefs for the most part. His body looked pretty humanoid from his waist up, but underneath that was a body more like an elongated Sharpedo's lower half. Though, patches of that rough skin were also on his upper body, too, and his gills, of course. Despite his upfront amicable nature, most people preferred to avoid him in the waters since Sharpedo and their hybrid forms were bad news. It might have stung, but he got it.

💧 Sure, he had the urge to bury his sharp teeth in metal when he felt a boat was disrupting the nature of a habitat, but he was not going to kill anyone. Just scare them off. Archie had self-assigned himself a guardian of sorts to the ocean. His ability to swim at top speeds made his movements terrifying to those he deemed his enemies. And, well, his amicable nature let him make good acquaintances with both those on land or in water, enough to establish a group of sorts that supported his ideals. He almost seemed to reject the more individualistic nature of his species and preferred being in groups. Nearly all of his time is spent out in the waters, either hunting for food or checking out the greater ocean for any signs of human pollution or activity. Though, he also hangs out along beaches, which does scare off some poor people just wanting a beach day.

💧 Amazingly, however, during some of his time up near the shore, he found a human genuinely just curious about him. You stepped closer to the shark merman in intrigue, simply amazed by many things about him. Your questions were happily answered by Archie, who enjoyed a good conversation partner and getting to gush about the ocean and general marine life to anyone who would listen. It was no surprise that you two made plans to meet up again when he had to go out for food once more.

💧 Your meetings after that were filled with many different activities. Sometimes, Archie would have you hold on to him as he swam you out into the ocean proper to show you something he found interesting or pretty. Other times, you would be allowed to prod his body curiously as long as he could do the same to you. You soon discovered his body was not smooth, while he was amazed by the texture of your own. Sparingly, he would share his ideals about how humans kept harming the sea and how he felt it would be better for pokemon if there were more water. You did not entirely get it but nodded along anyway.

💧 Archie hates the odd urge he has to bite you to show his interest and resists it hard, knowing that the damage it would do to your body would be much worse than another Sharpedo hybrid. Instead, he simply tries to just enjoy time spent with you. Showing you waters that humans found it too dangerous to venture into due to the large Sharpedos population. He felt happy to swim around you in the water and almost do parts of mating rituals to give himself some comfort. Though, he could tell most of it was lost on you to his distress. He supposed that humans were not all too familiar with Sharpedo mating habits in the end.

💧 Whenever he does just confess, you seem confused. Apparently, you thought it was obvious that you were both in some kind of relationship. Archie just shrugged it off and grinned, happy that in some way, his intentions were understood. This, however, does mean that he wants to request trying a bite. Should you dare agree, there will probably be a scar, but at least it will look cool. You could also request one of his fallen teeth as a mating gift, too, which he would easily oblige to.

💧 While you are both separated by land and water, you do try to meet each other halfway. Naps are somehow shared in both the water and on land. Archie jokes that he would be okay with a tank in your house just to sleep in to be closer to you. He does feel a bit saddened by your inability to live together, but he understands that he likely would not constantly be around another Sharpedo hybrid in the water. So, instead, he was contented to keep to the same things with you while also admittedly working on some of his plans with his team. You, however, have shown him that humans absolutely are not the worse, and maybe he should be open to other ideals.

💧 Archie is a big sweetie despite his scary appearance as a Sharpedo hybrid, and this becomes learnt as he makes more and more trips to the shore for various reasons. He is also a loving boyfriend to you and brings you assorted gifts from the water while also wanting to show you around the beauty of the sea. He also loves to show you off to anyone he can, simply proud of his choice in a mate and wanting everyone to see it. While he obviously still faces some scrutiny from people due to his hatred of overfishing and polluting of the sea and how he handles it, it is clear that he is simply just trying to protect the ocean. Team Aqua specifically adores him, at least. All his team members are happy to praise their amazing shark leader. (And then he nearly flooded the earth and panics after realising you won't survive that.)

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□ Due to his affiliations with misfits around Alola, he was, unfortunately, more than inclined to hear abuse stories. Hell, he even had his own as much as he was not the type to talk about it. Your story, though, struck him harder than most. He was not going to lie and pretend that you were not clearly favourite to him, so hearing what you went through made him more frustrated than usual. Some poor random trainer got a hot battle by an angry bug man later that day to vent off the rage.

□ The details about what happened to you and anything about your ex were glued in his mind. He doubted that he would ever come across them, especially in the places that he usually roamed about. Yet, on the off chance that he did, they would get to know destruction in human form. He also let his grunts and Plumeria know about some of the details to make sure that they did not cross your path again. The last thing Guzma wanted was for you to have old trauma forced open by someone not even worthy of your presence.

□ But, as luck would have it, he caught a glance of them while he was in Malie waiting on someone. He had been leaning against the wall of the city’s garden when they walked out. Guzma felt his fist unconsciously clench, and his eyes narrowed. This was the person who had caused you so much stress and suffering. Why? He felt bad when you got upset over him getting hurt after messing with that old man’s cats. Purposefully drawing out that seemed painful. He strolled over to them while they were blissfully unaware.

□ Guzma easily cornered them somewhere isolated and forced himself to stand up straight to give a little extra edge to his intimidation. He was not going to be stupid and do anything that would make that old man have to come after him. No, all he was going to do was make a few things clear. His brows grew together as his lips pulled back into a harsh expression. A hand hovered over Golisopod’s pokeball in case he needed an extra hand.

□ “You recall how you treated your ex?” he spoke with an edge that clearly made them want to curl away from him. Their eyes went wide at his words, and they nodded nervously. Guzma wanted to roll his own. With how you had described them, he would have thought they would have at least done more than look terrified. “Good,” he placed his hands on his hips and made himself seem bigger, “If I ever hear that you harass them again or do any of that kinda shit to anyone else, I’ll completely destroy you. Got it?”

□ When they finally squeaked out a “yes,” he backed away and let them go. Quickly, they ran out of the area and into a nearby crowd of people. He almost wanted to laugh at how pitiful they ended up. Did they only want to beat down on people weaker than them? How disgusting. Guzma felt awful that you had to deal with someone like that at all – especially in a romantic capacity. He felt at ease now, at least. A feeling that they would steer clear of you entered him. And, suddenly, he had an urge to take you for a walk around the Malie Garden. Might be nice to do an actual date for a change.

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Loneliness was a bitter feeling.

There simply was no denying that.

Its very grip was icy and brutal on an already stressed mind. The words it whispered in one’s mind could not be understated. A feeling that was haunting and solely exacerbated by seeing those around you so happily put together within their own groups.

Hisui was a lonely place.

Widely uninhabited by humans and filled to the brim with things that would seek to end one’s life, the groups there were quite close-knit and quite callous towards outsiders. Someone unknown and foreign to the lands of familiarity would be given a scornful look and blamed solely for any unfortunate happenings, whether it was even possible for them to cause such a thing to occur.

You had wanted to believe that you had made friends. Your captain could be harsh, but there was a strange softness that you swore she held. The professor was kinder than most, having originally taken the most pity on your situation. Perhaps it was his position as another outsider coming through to aid one similar, though. The teenaged survey corps member had certainly taken something like an amicable feeling towards you, clearly happy to have more help in their unit. But, in the end, when you were kicked out. There was no one that could have saved you. The commander’s orders were final.

No empty encouragement from your thought to be friends could save you from the offerings of the wilderness. The clans would reject you, too, unable to risk their standings with the Galaxy Team. You felt impossibly alone. The cold temperatures of Hisui ate at your body as a frigid feeling settled into your limbs. Your eyes closed. It felt hopeless. Where could you go? What could you do? The sun was slowly being consumed by the unsettling horizon.

You pressed your knees to your chest as your eyes burned. Why? Why were you blamed for this? Because you fell from a portal? Why not blame that eccentric Warden in the Highlands, too, then? You tried to wipe away the tears that poured endlessly. It was as pointless as your attempts to earn a good standing within the Galaxy Team. Why had… Whatever that being was that brought you here? To suffer? A hiccup left you. Everyone looked at you as if you were a monster. Another sob wretched your throat. Why? It was all you could think of. This situation felt insurmountable.

A hand unexpectedly began to rub your back. You tensed and turned your head around to see who it was. The odd merchant stared down at you with a solemn expression. You felt worse knowing that someone was seeing you in such a horrid state. Trying to curl more into yourself, you hated that you had even been pushed into such a mindset. Volo sat down beside you with a sigh. Something seemed to be running through his mind when you dared sneak a peek at him.

He closed his eyes for a moment. “… People are truly cruel, aren’t they?” His voice was a departure from its usual volume and cadence, “I heard the news already. A good merchant knows well the importance of staying abreast all the latest news.” You felt like shrivelling up more inside. It was spreading around that you were the cause of the situation with the sky. How long until the whole of Hisui blamed you and saw you as a threat? Surely then, even those with whom you found friendships would shove you away. Your reaction drew something out in Volo. Something distant in his mind. His hand came to rest on your back.

Grey eyes stared out onto the water below. “My…” the blond sighed, “Nothing hurts quite like this, does it? Being rejected by those around you for something completely out of your control—being seen as a threat or strange for simply existing as you are.” You shifted to look at him properly again at his words. Blinking, you considered them carefully. Was Volo… familiar with your situation? He seemed far too amicable to ever find him in something like you were in.

“… You are not alone,” his hand came to cup your cheek, “I can assure you that much.” His thumb wiped away a few stray tears as you met his gaze. Something in it felt so different from the usual gaze they drew. “… Why must we experience these painful and heartbreaking things? It is unfair, isn’t it?” Volo seemed to truly understand your thoughts at that moment, “… But worry not. There are still corners of the Hisui region where we can stash you away in secret. I know a spot that will be the perfect hideaway. Leave it all up to me!”

His hand moved to grasp your hand instead. You squeezed it softly. There were callouses on the skin, yet its warmth was more than comforting. Your cheek radiated with that same heat. More was spreading, however. You followed along as he began to lead you through the region with expert knowledge.

However, he did say one last thing, before you two departed.

“… Would it not be nice to create a new, better world without all this pain?”

You almost felt inclined to agree.

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☕️ The Flare Boss is more than familiar with sex. He has had quite a few flings and one-night stands during his years. The memories mostly scorn him now when he thinks back. Truthfully, his experiences varied a lot and there is some regret for his actions. The skills that is taught to him are something that he is grateful for at least. His hands seem to easily know exactly what to do to extract pleasure from you with ease. His days of sleeping around are long behind him, of course. You are the sole focus of his attention, after all.

☕️ Sex itself is something he allows himself the indulgence of, but what he truly enjoys is the way it brings him and his partner closer together. The feelings of pleasure tangle in a beautiful mix with the physical closeness of your bodies. He feels oddly soothed by holding you close. His hand shifts from gripping your hip to lay atop your hand. Lips press against your own as he ruts deep inside you. The lights are dim in the room, but the feeling of your nails digging into his back. The peace in his mind from these moments is only temporary, unfortunately. Your beauty satisfies his urges for just long enough, though.

☕️ Lysandre would never admit his usual places for sex aloud, but many were aware of it from context clues alone. His office is a guarantee. Many times he has had you pressed against his desk for his eyes and hands to explore. Rarely, he may even indulge a risqué part of himself and have you under it as he conducts meetings. Being alone in the room with him almost always ends with you moaning and gripping the wooden surface tightly. Other places are much more risky. You flinch at his demands to try something in his café once. There is no one in the café but two busy employees as he pulls you into his lap. They do not seem to notice as he slips a hand into your pants to press between your folds. His breath fans against your neck as the scent of coffee in the air becomes almost unbearable.

☕️ He is wonderful at giving head. His beard will tickle your thighs as his strong hands hold them apart. His tongue slips between your folds with ease as he begins to circle your clit. A light suckling brings your hands into his fiery hair. Your grip only tightens as he dares move towards your entrance teasingly. When his tongue darts inside, you curl your toes. But, he does also enjoy receiving it. The sight of you knelt between his legs is another thing he finds beautiful. His dick’s size is quite proportional to his height, so watching as you lick up the length is entrancing. He can only swallow as your head takes in the tip. The feeling of your tongue swirling around it has him gripping the surface under him tightly. The pleasure is simply too great for him. Sixty-nine-ing may occur quite often between you both.

☕️ Lysandre is a top. There is no interest from him in pretending to let you dominate, but he is not opposed to you riding him. Even unconsciously, he always holds some level of control that he just cannot seem to turn off. When you do ride him, his hands hold your hips tightly while you bounce up and down on his dick. The pace is almost entirely dictated by him. Most of the time, however, you find yourself underneath the Flare Boss. His hips meet yours over and over again as the room feels much too steamy. You are bent over the desk, paperwork and various office supplies knocked away to make room for you. His hand pressed flat against the wooden surface next to your head. No one dared even knock on his door after they had seen you go in earlier.

☕️ His kinks include of a bit of power play. He cannot deny the thrill of pretending to be your boss and giving your orders. Something about having you dressed up in the bright orange suit of his grunts drives him strangely wild. A bit of temperature play can occur, but he does not find that something he wishes to indulge in but every so often. Semi-public sex is another kink of his. He only does it around those he knows already consented, but the thrill does affect him alongside the display of claiming you as his own. After all, he must make it abundantly clear that you are solely his. He also definitely has a size kink, but that is much too easy to indulge thanks to his massive size compared to any regular person.

☕️ His libido is average. It is unfortunately decreasing alongside his age, but that should be fixed with his plans. Typically, he will indulge his partner no matter their level of libido. If they are low, he can hold back, and if they are high, he can find ways to meet their needs. Sex is easy to initiate. A simple question can usually do, but a surprise seduction attempt will not be rejected. He may even do the same in return for you. A candle lit room with your boyfriend inside wearing nothing could be a nice surprise to meet your many times wearing lingerie.

☕️ His dirty talk is mostly relegated to compliments and praises. Hot breath will fan against your ear as he mumbles out, “You feel so wonderful, my dear… Another show of your beauty.” You feel him begin to rut deeper into you afterwards as he loses himself in your body. Or kisses are laid upon your shoulders before he speaks again, “You are utterly gorgeous here… The way your face twists in pleasure… magnificent…” You barely have time to comment before his hips begin to pick up their pace. Your moans are music to his ears.

☕️ A suggestion he has that may or may not ever get spoken aloud to you is a request for a threesome. The Flare Boss strangely wants to share a night of passion between you, him, and the regional professor for Kalos. Their old friendship (or perhaps if was something more) seems to come out if you agree. You may find yourself wedged between Lysandre and Sycamore as they both thrust up into you. They are almost entirely different in their conduct, which brings out a strange thrill to it all. The image of you and Sycamore together alone quickly becomes a favourite to him for the following weeks.

☕️ His aftercare is wonderful. A bath is offered and drawn up if agreed to. He bathes with you afterwards while still laying on endless praise. You can request just about anything, and he will probably do it. Food? Ordered and on its way or unexpectedly made by him. Cuddling? That sounds just perfect to him. He will hold you to his larger body and begin to discuss assorted things with you. After you both recover, he may even indulge you in a nap if that is what you want. Either way, he does work to meet your needs since you are for him.

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☄️ A terrifying hybrid that is rarely spotted near the shores, but a sight nonetheless that can be seen. His body is decently fit despite the appearance his face may portray otherwise. Fins cover where his ears should be and barbels come to the sides of his mouth. Scales naturally cover his body and even more as his Gyarados fishtail comes closer to the meeting point at his waist. He is unmistakably a hybrid, which irritates him further. Sharp teeth are rarely seen due to his constant frown, but are easily able to ravish and destroy. A blue crest sits on his forehead and makes his rage seem more obvious while four sharp dorsal fins travel down his back.

☄️ The rage from his pokemon species truly does burn inside him, but he works tirelessly to suppress it. Emotions… Cyrus still does not enjoy them, nor does he wish to indulge any kind of feeling to cloud his judgement. Though, he can never truly admit he is not entirely above the violence of a Gyarados. His human part screams for dominance and usually wins, at least. He lives alone out in the waters, having grown up in the difficult blue around him. The torment he suffered in his youth left a hard imprint on his character.

☄️ His difficult upbringing came from neither of his parents wanting the annoyance that came with raising a Magikarp hybrid. Granted, their relationship had been one of arrangement and not of any minor affection. Their will was pressed on him from day one. He would never meet their expectations despite always reaching their goals. It was part of the reason he bid any life on the land a farewell to live in the ocean. Humanity society simply was not something that he had been made for. It became more and more obvious as Cyrus grew older.

☄️ Though, he did not live a life of isolation on land. People had grown to respect him and gather around him. They had been in denial when he suddenly rejected everything. Many came to the beach he had departed from to call for him or leave offerings. From a distance, he often spotted them waiting in the uniforms that he expected to go abandoned. None, but one who did not wear that uniform drew him to the shore. Unconscious memories of previous years haunted him as he swam towards the world of humans again.

☄️ Cyrus had fallen in love – as foolish as that would seem. A single human who had shown him kindness, no matter how useless that he was perceived as a Magikarp and then into his adulthood as a Gyarados. Embarrassing moments of mating behaviours unconsciously occurred. Offerings of food, mating dance displays, and general protective behaviours came from him. He might have almost entirely less threatening on land, but most fell to his glare and obviously aggressive body language.

☄️ A confession almost felt strange from you when he believed that it was simply understood that you both were in a relationship. You had accepted all of his demonstrations, after all. The official start truly changed almost nothing. Food and other various items were still unconsciously gifted to you. Open affection and sharing a “den” were new, however. It was enjoyed nonetheless. Being properly mated seemed to relieve his unfortunate instincts that try to dictate his life. You do end up with a few bite marks from more intimate moments despite his best attempts to resist, however. In rarer moments, he curls his tail around you both almost like a serpent, leaving you lounged in the middle on his chest while he grips you lightly. It almost always occurs when he is half-asleep, unfortunately.

☄️ Then, he tried to enact his plans. A plan to make a new world. One without the horrible, incomplete spirit that mocked him. Perhaps even more – one where he is human and not grasped and limited by this unfortunate life state. Yet, just as everything seemed to come together, it fell apart within an instant. His new world was denied, and he felt as if he had lost everything. The ocean’s siren call was all that he had left as he entered the waters and opted to leave behind the world of humans altogether. It seemed as his only option. Yet, you returned. Your harsh words about his plans had been the only thing that nearly stopped him, alongside your leaving. Cyrus felt something nearly electric when your hand rested on his cheek as he rose out of the water. Your words were a sweeter song than that of the ocean.

☄️ Cyrus belatedly made a return to the world he once rejected at your side. Those who previously idolised him rejoiced, yet all he wished was to be with you, his beloved mate. Perhaps his isolation had made him desperate, or maybe the supposed latent dragon in Gyarados genetics made him as weak as a dragon type towards a mate, but he dared not separate from you in such a manner again. This woeful world was still disgustingly incomplete, yet a strange peace reigned in his mind when he was with you. For now, Cyrus would relent and let himself have this peace. And you could have your pseudo-dragon fish-man boyfriend back.

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🔥Lysandre🍷

☕️ The Flare Boss hails from a family of vampires with both royal and regal lineage. The eldest among their line having lived over three thousand years, even. He was well-equipped and educated upon how to blend in with humans, finding a way to act among them and start a company of his own alongside another organisation. It was little wonder how, with his resources and the sheer length of time, he had to do basically anything. He befriended a certain professor with ease, finding his sense of humanity unfamiliar and almost pleasing for a change. The black-haired man’s discussions with the vampire over a cup of coffee brought forth strange feelings.

☕️ Lysandre had developed a disinterest and detachment from humanity, seeing them as a blight on this otherwise pristine planet. He even grew convinced that they would rot what beauty remained on his earth, and his fascination with preserving it was born. It was odd to form a group of either fellow wealthy vampires or humans and convince them to his side. His café was the best place to do so. Many of these sorts seemed entranced by his otherworldly beauty and the passion he exhumed. The humans in their midst were more than ready to give up the sun to join his cause.

☕️ His family’s benefit was how few traits they expressed commonly. While fangs were a given, it was rare that anyone outside a dentist would truly notice. His pale eyes did almost seem a touch too far from a natural colour, and they did catch the light much like an animal’s would. No one would comment on it to him, however. His skin was a more comfortable colour than a sickly paleness commonly associated with his kind. The only things that ever appeared to attract unwanted attention was his inability to eat food. While he could engage in a drink of whatever he pleased, food simply would make him violently ill. It proved an issue on many business outings.

☕️ That red café of his also brought him a rare person. The professor sat with someone speaking with them over a cup of coffee. Lysandre had heard legends of vampires finding a strange capability in specific humans, but he never expected to experience such a thing for himself. Yet, you sat in his line of sight, and he found himself unable to ignore you. Something about your very essence called him to you. That eldest ancestor had mentioned losing such a person in his time. Apparently, the pain was like no other to part from them. Foolishly, that supposed king had respected their wishes to live a human life and perish from this earth. Lysandre would do no such thing. He was going to remake this earth as a place without humanity’s woes.

☕️ It was easy to charm. He was talented in that regard, and felt truly grateful as he worked to woo you. The entire relationship felt like a whirlwind of romance as fast as he could. Terror plagued him more and more as you grew closer to him. The idea of losing you simply was too much. You did not recoil in fear when he confessed his true nature, clearly having developed your own suspicions from time spent with him. Even more surprising was when you had bared your wrist for him to drink from, simply curious to experience something so unknown. It was only natural for him to oblige a simple request. The taste of your blood only finalised his thoughts.

☕️ Lysandre knew that he needed to turn you before his plans were fully set into action, but you appeared distressed whenever his words about making a beautiful world were spoken. It was becoming clearer and clearer that you held no interest in his beautiful world. This unfortunate thing left him lost as to what to do. You must have understood how this world was being defiled more and more… He could feel the tension it brought into your relationship, too. It was dropped as he instead focused on the more important matter of turning you. Perhaps you would understand when you joined him properly…

Whether you accept or deny his request is truly only your decision.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ The stoic man was born from a family that simply took its heritage and societal standing too seriously. While he recalled positive memories towards a few of the eldest vampires in his family, his parents directly seemed to only view him as a way to boost their own place among their kin. Enough of it was simply so painful that he felt nothing but relief when he finally separated from them to be on his own. Wealth was abound by his family’s connections and history to the very formation of modern Sinnoh, so he easily found a place elsewhere in the region to be far off from where his parents had once been. This self-imposed isolation had caused a few issues on its own, but it had given him that ability to build up his own company.

☄️ He felt entirely detached from this world and uninterested in playing along in whatever role felt forced onto him. Vampirism irritated him, forcing him to have a diet that endlessly caused him problems. Emotions were useless. It was what had caused him such great pain in the first place. Emotions drew from spirit, which in turn made all living things act foolishly, human or not. A group naturally came around the young vampire, and they dedicated themselves to this so called perfect world that he sought to make. At least with the adoring underlings that surrounded him, meals were easier to obtain. Focusing on his work had never been easier.

☄️ His traits felt much noticeable than he would have liked. A gaunt form felt like a dead giveaway for his true nature, but his piercing eyes that shined through the darkest of areas also unfortunately made it apparent. His paleness also did not help, yet most assumed it was due to his work being almost entirely indoors. Few really dared accuse him of being a vampire, at least. Those who did were either ones themselves or hunters and fanatics that simply knew. Though, Cyrus did hear rumours of him having a form of anaemia due to his blood consumption.

☄️ His forced isolation of sorts was not a truly proper one, however. Somewhere in the period in which he first left his home and between fully establishing himself, he had stumbled upon someone as he explored the world of humans. A rainy day was a perfect time to get out and try to understand them more. It was an important part of his facade that had always come just too short. Yet, a single person who had bumped into him changed his life completely. The talks of people that had blood that almost called specifically to specific vampires was always mystical nonsense to him. Though, he was presented with that exact scenario.

☄️ At first, he resisted. It was simply too much to bear when mixed with everything else that he had been through in his life. A romantic relationship… No, even just a friendship felt too difficult for him. But, if there was such a thing as fate, it mocked him. You seemed to find him and relish in his company. Even trying to chase you off by revealing what he was simply failed. You were clearly entranced by him in your own way, too. Everything only forced you both to grow closer and even romantic to his horror. He felt between wanting to reject everything and bury himself in comfort that only you could provide. You even allowed him to drink from you, which he tried to limit as much as he could. Your taste was truly irresistible to him.

☄️ Though his plans may have involved remaking this world without spirit… and likely without vampirism, as well, he felt desperate to keep you at his side. The thought of you perishing from simple human dregs was haunting. Whatever madness had already clouded his mind would only worsen. It began to distract him from his work within Galactic, even. You did not need to know of those plans, but… Cyrus would have to push aside whatever reservations he held about his own existence and invite you to join him in this odd state of existence.

He truly would understand should you reject the offer, but if you agree, relief would only fill me… And, perhaps then, you could convince him against his insane ideals.

💫Volo📜

⭐️ The merchant originated from a distinct clan of vampires that laid original claim to the wild lands of Hisui. They were proud of their connection to the creator pokemon and their long-lived lives and powerful natures. Yet, something happened when he was almost too young to remember. Something that left only him and another member around. She had raised him and taught him well on how to blend in among humans. Someone as well-travelled as her clearly knew everything on how to both hide and protect one’s true nature. These skills suited him perfectly as he began to work around the humans who had moved into the region.

⭐️ Something inside him loathes humans, desperately wanting to blame them for the events of his past, yet even he knows that they face similar things. Everyone meets things that are painful and heartbreaking… There had to be a better way of managing such things. Volo found himself buried within the many ruins and artefacts laid around the region. His madness truly began to take hold when he recalled the stories Cogita would tell him when he was younger. Myths and legends passed around by his people… Almost nearly lost, had they not both survived. He found himself formulating a plan while going towards a certain cave near a coastline.

⭐️ His traits are noticeable, yet well concealed. Only one eye and a brimmed hat makes it challenging to see slit pupils when exposed to light. Though, anyone who saw his eyes properly likely would not be able to tell the tale. His fangs were disguised carefully and something that he actively had to be mindful of. Thankfully, he at least had a skin tone that was not the sickly shade that tended to make people suspicious and worry. Yet, he had heard some people describe him as an ethereal beauty. That Galaxy Team professor even remarked him as appearing almost like a porcelain doll. It always made him chuckle. Of course, no one was aware of his true nature to his knowledge.

⭐️ Though, when a stranger fell from the sky to apparently stand solely in the way of his plans. They unfortunately caught his interest in three varying ways. At first, he was curious… Another person pulled through space and time to Hisui was something his brain simply could not resist observing. The second was how badly their blood seemed to attract him. Cogita had mentioned this to him, but he truly never expected to encounter it… Well, at least not before he had recreated this world. Still, that had not been it all. You proceeded to frustrate him by unintentionally beginning to foil his plans more and more. Despite his feelings being complicated, he still found it impossible to do anything to actually stop you.

⭐️ Volo opted against the path of rejection. After all, that would be him fighting against his nature. He was more than aware that it would be a pointless endeavour. Instead, he focused entirely on befriending you and having you at his side. It felt all too simple with how distrusting those around you were. His amicable personality could draw just about anyone. You seemed more than happy to fall for his charms. Slowly, he built up something close with you. His kindness being something to break through the overall bleakness you faced. You had even accepted his silent reveal of what he truly was, apparently not even surprised and having had your own suspicions. The blond was also allowed to feed on you, which truly helped him comprehend how strongly blood calling was. There was not a chance he was letting you go.

⭐️ The blond became fixated on how to go about his plans again after you had mitigated his original ones. It became clear that somewhere towards the end that you would likely need to become like him. Though, he struggled to find a good point to convert you while also calling upon Arceus. You could not know his plans until the end… The risk of you turning on him was a haunting one. Losing you would truly be another painful thing he could not bear, either. It became a point of concern after he had to save you from a particularly hostile wild alpha pokemon. He felt as if there was no reason to even give an option after that.

You probably would be caught off-guard. Both by his betrayal and manipulation of you, and how he sunk his teeth into your neck with the full intentions of turning you.

💀Guzma🕶

□ The Skull Boss was a recent turning and certainly was not born as one. That Aether woman had offered him it, and he had dumbly accepted, not remembering he lives in a place known for its sunshine and being outside. He had been scolding himself endlessly for agreeing to that, and then his grunts and even Plumeria wanted to be turned to. Something about being even closer as a group. His stomach honestly churned at the thought. Guzma did not want any of them to experience all the difficulties he had been since his stupid act had happened. He had no struggles blending into human society since he had originally been one, but his struggles came with actually doing things related to his vampirism.

□ He often debates why he said yes to her. While he was more than used to staying up late and not waking up until noon the next day, it grew to be unbearably frustrating to do anything outside of Po Town when it was still daylight out. The endless rain in the abandoned town kept him safe there, but the rest of Alola did not offer any such respite. Then next to nothing was open at night… He wanted to just revert back to being a human before he went mad. Lusamine insisted that it would get easier the longer he lived like this, but Guzma swore it only got more annoying. Feeding on blood was not a fun thing, even if the other party consented, and he missed eating normal food. Nanu had also been giving him some strange looks lately, too.

□ He was a bit freaked out to see how much his body and had changed. His eyes eerily glowed in the dark while his pupils seemed to become almost like straight lines. Generally, his whole body felt more aware and light, which disturbed at first. Hearing people approaching from far away was something distressing when he could not tell just how far off they were. Then, his fangs dug into his mouth at first, which hurt. He did like the aesthetic of them, though. It was one of the few things he enjoyed. His strength also increased… which made a situation when he hit a malfunctioning radio, and it broke into pieces. A decision to stop whacking things was made following that.

□ Then, he just had to meet you as some lost tourist trying to navigate back to Malie near Tapu Village. And something about you just made him want to stick to your side, despite how little sense it made. Guzma had never seen you before and literally and just met you, but he felt like he needed to be around you. It was beyond words and at some point, he gave up. Fine. He was now attached to you and determined to make something happen between you both. Being just friends or maybe more was fine, but anything to make his stupid brain get weird when you were not around.

□ It was not difficult to be charmed by him. Sure, he was clumsy and a bit intimidating, but he was also genuine, and his goofiness was a fun change. Whatever warnings about Team Skull you had heard were gone as you simply enjoyed its leader’s presence. He was more than happy to oblige and entertain you. Sticking with you seemed to soothe whatever annoyances he found with being as he was. Your relationship definitely had even become a romantic one to his surprise. You did not even seemed turned away about finding out that he was a vampire, just a little bewildered how someone like him ended up as one. An answer to what about you made him so frenzied was given when you let him try your blood, too. He was confused by why your blood in particular tasted so delicious to him.

□ When he had told the Aether Foundation President about what had happened, she seemed amazed. Apparently, that was a known thing among vampires, but she did not really see it as something he needed to know. She did congratulate him and told him that he should probably turn you, too. Guzma froze. That was not at all on his mind. He hated living like this and could not imagine making you join him. Though, losing you certainly was not a thought that made him too happy either. He felt a bit lost on what to do. At some point, he would have to ask you.

If you said yes, he would make it abundantly clear to what you were agreeing to so that you did not end up feeling like he did. If you refused, he would perfectly understand. Honestly, he would prefer the latter just for his conscious not to beat him up about it.

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An afternoon walk with your boyfriend was supposed to be relaxing and casual. It was a sort of catch-up after he had recently been busy with work. The two of you walked side by side on city streets, mumbling in conversation. Whatever had been spoken was not of utmost importance, but the feeling of being out with him was always nice. Everything had been going well. The sun was out, the streets were not overly busy, and the temperature was pleasant. Yet, all that had been interrupted by a single loud pokemon cry.

A young child called out after it. It ducked and weaved through pedestrians on the sidewalk before changing right into you. The surprise of hitting something solid made the nervous thing raise a claw and scratch you. Your boyfriend quickly was reaching for his own pokeballs to settle the situation in case it grew desperate, yet the small child finally caught up and returned the pokemon to its ball before any further harm could befall you. They sheepishly apologised, regretful that they had been unable to control it. You reassured them it was alright before finally parting ways with the child to sit down at a bench nearby.

Your boyfriend’s face grew pale, and his expression distressed at the sight of your arm, which had been the target of the pokemon’s attack. A straight line bubbled up with a familiar red liquid. Your hand quickly moved to stop the bleeding, but your boyfriend seemed to move faster…

🌌Cyrus🛰

The blue-haired man’s expression was almost unreadable as he held your wrist and simply stared at the bleeding wound on your arm. His thoughts scrambled to process everything. He had thought to deny your request for a walk before, unfortunately, relenting. You had seemed desperate for some kind of date, and Cyrus wished not to deny you and make the situation worse. Yet, this had happened! Your voice calling his name broke his mind from its trance. Right. You were bleeding. A handkerchief came from his pocket as he used it to apply pressure to the wound. The urge to shudder was forced down. Blood… blood was not a pleasant thing for him, but he knew you did not have anything that should concern him.

The public setting grew to make him more frantic. Too many people kept speaking and walking around you both as he held your arm up above your chest. Eventually, Cyrus asked for you to follow him. The streets of Veilstone were easy to follow as he quickly led you back to the apartment. His mind was all over the place still as he brought you inside and froze for a moment. A few frantic breaths left him before you softly pulled yourself away from him to head to the bathroom. He followed behind you wordlessly.

Before you could check the bleeding yourself, Cyrus moved to do it. Upon seeing that it had slowed immensely, items were retrieved from a nearby cabinet. His hands shook as he brought a wet cotton pad to wipe away the blood around the wound and once again while applying an antiseptic and a bandage. A sharp breath left him after he had finished. The room’s air was tense. You thanked him for helping you, but he only reached to grasp your hand. His lips were pursed, and his eyes could not meet yours. A red tint seemed to flood his face. “… Beloved,” his voice wavered, “… I apologise. I should have declined your offer as it led to this situation–” You grasped his hand back and brought your free one to hold his chin. Upon hearing that his Weavile had once done worse damage to you, he felt mortified yet silenced. He supposed there was no one to blame in the end.

🥼Colress🛸

There was no panic, nor worry even, on his face. The scientist might not be a medical doctor, but he does have some formal training in that area. Granted, it is for pokemon, but he doubts that matters too much. He knew what to do, of course. Lab accidents and first aid do go hand in hand. He pulled out a handkerchief from his lab coat’s pocket and pressed it against your bleeding arm. Your arm was then raised above your heart by Colress. He almost forgets that you two are in public as he contemplated how the connection between that kid and their pokemon was. You had to call his name a few times to break that focus.

Upon realising that he probably should further tend to your wound, he asked you to keep pressure on your arm while leading you back to the hotel you were staying at in Alola. He began to tap away at his keyboard. You could only wonder what it was while you followed him through Heahea towards the hotel. He hummed to himself as he noted various things, from how the pokemon had reacted to the type of slash on your arm and the severity of it. He almost failed to notice that you both had made it to your floor and room. Finally stopping, he opened the door to the bathroom.

Once inside, Colress checked on your bleeding and discovered it had slowed to a manageable amount. He took a wet cotton pad to wipe away any remaining blood and possible debris from the sight before applying an antiseptic dutifully. Watching him go was like seeing an automaton move, but it all came to an end with the bandage being placed over the wound. The blond sighed and readjusted his glasses. “Are you alright? Any chills or pains?” he asked, almost sounding like a doctor. He took your replies seriously before nodding. “… I’m glad that you are okay,” it was genuine coming from him, as was the small smile on his lips, “I don’t think those two have any potential with their bonds. How unfortunate.” … And it was gone. The ways of Colress were often like that. You sighed. A soft kiss was then pressed to your bandage. “Our bond surely will accelerate your body’s healing process,” he commented. At least he stopped madly ranting about Z-Crystals, you supposed. 

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☄️ The exact moment that Galactic Boss first acknowledged these irrational feelings had forever haunted him. You had always been kind to him, despite how harshly and inexplicably he might have tried to push you away and isolate himself. Any soft words you spoke to him broke him out of the endless cycle of pain and uncertainty that plagued his mind. Your very presence broke that distress that plagued him over the state of the world. It made no sense, yet he dared not further push you away. Losing you would cause a pain that might drive him even further from rational thought. Keeping you at his side was all he could do. The word love rarely enters his mind, but he unfortunately had to acknowledge that it was precisely what he felt towards you.

☄️ His plans… His precious plans were meant to be free from this madness, one way or another. The irrational thoughts that plagued him, he had forced them down to focus on creating a new world. A world without spirit would not allow him to feel the pain that never seemed to stop pulsating in the back of his mind, nor would it make the horrible thoughts that tormented him have any further effect. Spirit was the source of conflict. Without it, nothing would happen to allow such irrational actions. He desperately repeated that to himself as he went about his research and period of development. Your calls to him kept haunting his mind, but he forced himself to ignore whatever foolish feelings they forced out.

☄️ Then, you appeared in his office with nervous body language. You were afraid. Of what? He did not have to ask, as you demanded to know what his plans were. Claims that you had been told by a whistle-blower of his intention cut deep into him. You shook your head and demanded he stop… Or you would leave at once. Cyrus tensed at your ultimatum. It was an impossible decision. Give up his only chance of escaping these horrible feelings that swelled inside him, or give up you… He heart beat much too harshly in its cage. Losing you… Losing you was not an option. The worst fears imaginable began to creep through his veins like an icy liquid. When you turned your back to him, his arms locked around you as tears began to burn his eyes.

☄️ Those irrational thoughts finally burst out in his head. Losing you… He was terrified of this more than anything. Something from his past flashed into his head. A small toy robot. The last sense of comfort he had in this disgusting world was you. It always had been. You seemed stunned into silence as he cried and held you. His strength was surprisingly more than you expected. That whistle-blower deserved the worst punishment imaginable, bringing him to his knees in a figurative manner. You softly tried to calm him down, reassuring him that you just wanted him to stop his plans. He knew better. Your threat held more weight than you might have realised.

☄️ Cyrus knew nearly everything about you, and his power and influence was more than enough to get him whatever he needed. There was no need to stalk you… not when your home had security cameras. He had convinced himself that it was not stalking long ago. Building locking mechanisms that were far too complicated for you to figure out was done with rapid speed. His fear of losing you now was almost entirely controlling his actions as he continued to work. The apartment you shared was already soundproofed, and it was easy to make a one-way delivery device that let you order whatever you wanted without finding a way out.

☄️ One day, not too long after your confrontation with Cyrus and his subsequent panic attack, you find yourself locked in your home. The veranda did not open, and the front door was secured with a complicated lock that would only respond to Cyrus and whoever else he verified. Panic could only settle in your mind as you tried to open the door to no avail. Reaching for your phone to contact Cyrus on what to do, you realised that it was almost entirely different. The only person it would allow you to contact was Cyrus. In fact, all devices seemed limited to solely him to whom they could communicate. Unbeknownst to you, the man himself watched this on his computer. His irrational thoughts were soothed. You were safe, and this world could not hurt you, nor could it take you from him. His explanation over the phone did not calm you down at all.

☄️ He is distant and controlling. All he wanted was to keep you at his side, and now he has that more than secured. His work once again takes priority, but any worries that cross his mind are soothed when he checks in on you with the cameras. Your escape attempts are desperate and numerous at first before slowing down into nothingness. You seem to escape your prison. He does feel bad – memories of his younger days locked in his room come to mind and make his chest tighten – but this is temporary. He reassures himself. In his perfect world, you both will be together normally again. Your rewards for being good are more access to things.

☄️ He allows you some freedoms. Being trapped inside is boring. Television is allowed since it is a one-way communication. Certain offline games after returned, giving you something to do to pass the time. You are never restricted from any area of the apartment but the veranda. Food is always whatever you want to order. Cyrus truly does not care what you do, as long as you do not hurt yourself or attempt to escape. Anything you even vaguely desire will be bought for you. His love is genuine, no matter how toxic and unhealthy it may be.

☄️ In rare moments that he seems to return home from his work, there is this moment of lucidity within his mind. You clearly avoid him and seem to refuse to even be in the same room as him. It contrasts harshly with how you previously would cling to him when he returned, something that he used to find annoying and unwanted. His foolish spirit made him crave such things. Your touch was desired to a disgusting (to him) extent. You will be caught off-guard by his sudden behavioural shift towards affection. His hand gasps your own as he gazes deep into your eyes, his breath racing. You are truly among the few things he cares for. The embraces are always soon to follow as he fights the complicated thoughts in his head again.

☄️ Punishments are truly rare. Most of the time, they are access being restricted again to various things. He is not a cruel man, nor does he want to cause you pain or distress. Unfortunately, this was the only situation that seemed to bring him any mental relief. You truly are kept in a gilded cage by him. Alone and desperate, yet upset and annoyed. Harsh words make him less likely to come home in the evenings. You quickly become forgiving and polite again, needing another human presence.

☄️ Escaping is nearly impossible, but it can happen. Cyrus’s locks are not foolproof, and you could have friends ready to aid you in any way. He will know when you do and panic. Time is short, but if you can get away and manage to find either a certain International Police agent or a blonde champion, you might just be home safe. Both take their duties seriously and will stop at nothing to make Cyrus’s plans fail, regardless of what they are. You are likely quietly moved out of Sinnoh to be away from any area with Galactic’s influence. Sadly, whatever relationship you had with the man is more than dead, but at least you are free. Somewhere, Cyrus weeps over a pokemon and person that have both vanished from him and left him alone in this incomplete world.

☄️ If you do not… Well, his madness will take hold without a doubt. A group of his grunts will show up one day and take you to that taunting mountain. At the peak, you can only watch as Cyrus forces the two pokemon to create a new world for him. Something inside of him had also snapped and changed with your attempt to leave him. A new plan emerged. There was no need to recreate this world, nor should he make an entirely new one without spirit. No, his desires plainly spoke to him. A world where it was just you and him. Finally, he would truly know mental peace. The two female commanders can only gasp as Cyrus suddenly grabs you and presses your body into his chest. You both fall into the strange otherworldly portal and vanish from this world, never to be seen again. A late-comer emerges from the shadows far too late. You both truly only had each other, just as he had wanted.

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☄️ He’s not entirely emotionless, despite his claims. It’s more of a rejection of his feelings and issues from his upbringing, forcing him to recede further into himself alongside his obsessions. His parents’ behaviour and treatment toward him forced a belief that emotions were the fault rather than the people. He wants to pretend for the longest time he doesn’t care for you, and one day he’ll entirely wash his hands of your presence. Still, even in his dreams of a perfect world, you’re at his side wearing a smile of all things. It disgusts him, yet make a gentle warmth blossom in his chest.

☄️ He is likely to never engage in PDA and would scold you should you even try. Cyrus has an image to upkeep, please respect that. You’re allowed to stand within his personal space, few are given this pleasure. Wear it with pride. You can sneak a kiss to his cheek when he thinks no one is looking, and hold his hand if you’re truly needing physical contact. Nothing more. (Unless you manage to marry the man, then you’re allowed one hug and kiss to the lips a day. One.)

☄️ At home, he’s still very standoffish about affection. It makes him nervous, he never received any growing up, so your wanting to have physical contact seems irrational to him. Surely, knowing he’s there in the room is enough for you. Sit him down and work with him on affection, you’ll notice him unwind about it. You’re allowed to hug him as needed, but he’ll flinch whenever you do it for the longest time. Kisses are something he prepares himself for, and he finds the objectively disgusting. Cuddling is a rare thing, if even obtainable at all. Over time, you’ll notice he stops flinching and returns the hugs softly; kisses are met without sneers and simple reciprocation. He comes to you one night and just holds you to himself while he shakes inexplicably. Let him do so, you’re providing him unbelievable comfort. (Something triggered him in some way, and he needed a physical presence to ground him.)

☄️ He doesn’t want to involve you in his Team Galactic business. Unless you are going out of your way, you just assume Cyrus is running a weird, but genuine power company. This is preferred. He’s your scientist boyfriend, nothing more. There is no mercy shown to people who attempt to destroy this illusion. You’ll never forgive him, he knows. Of all the irrationalities you bring out of him, that is the worst. The Team Galactic Boss never wants to evoke your scorn. He truly loves you.

☄️ You know he’s not the best with emotions, so you deeply appreciate his best efforts to care for you. Strange, simple phrases stating that he would never hurt you and that your presence is pleasing to him. It’s odd, but you know what he means. “I couldn’t forgive myself if I caused you pain” and “I love you and want you in my life.” The time he gives you is precious, too. Not just anyone can stop him from his work. The grunts, the admins; everyone in Team Galactic knows their boss is dearly fond of you. (Saturn wonders how you did it, Mars is envious and Jupiter thinks you’re some sort of magical being. Actually, all are envious. They are Cyrus’s dedicated simp squad. How dare you take his heart.)

☄️ Dates are seen as useless to the man, so don’t expect many. You’re lucky to get dinners and lunches out with him. If there’s something that clearly caught your attention, say watching a contest live, then He’ll take you out to it. (His neutral expression temporarily breaks when a backstabbing move is preformed to cause all the other participants to fail. Cyrus will never let you tell anyone about this.) A romantic walk through Amity Square has him in deep contemplation. His heart forces feeling through his veins. He hates this world; he needs to create a better one, yet he doesn’t want you to change. You’re perfect the way you are. He stares in pure adoration as the evening sun catches your face beautifully.

☄️ It is impossible to make this man jealous. He simply disallows himself to feel such a useless emotion. Your love for him is apparent, and he knows you would never do anything of the sort. The person flirting with you, however, is simply an annoyance. An annoyance he doesn’t hesitate to send along to some grunts for an unpleasant experience. No one makes you uncomfortable without catching his disdain.

☄️ When the time comes for his plans to be put into action, you appear in his office yelling at him and telling him how horrible he is. All Cyrus does is nod while struggling to maintain his composure. You’re the only one who could make him second guess himself, but he’s come too far. You stomp away. The Team Galactic Boss watches you leave with his heart empty once more. This world was soon to be gone, just as you were. A tear actually escaped his eye as he looked at a small velvet box in a desk drawer.

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☄️ It was gravely upsetting to hear from a literal child that your boyfriend was attempting to destroy the world. You had been out grocery shopping as you were planning on cooking dinner to celebrate your anniversary with him. While he may have found it unnecessary to do, you just wanted to do something special for the occasion. Eyeing up a few potatoes, a girl with long slate hairstyle with golden pins walked up to you nervously. Had she lost her mom? The poor thing looked afraid of something. “Are you Cyrus’s partner?” she asked, a latent determination in her voice. With only a nod as confirmation, you were alerted of the true reason behind his ‘company’.

☄️ Ingredients were still bought and dinner was still made. The meal dressed nicely on your table in the quiet apartment shared with him. The girl’s words should have been nonsensical babble from a child wanting to harm Cyrus, but you had your suspicions for much longer than she had known. It hurt; you wanted nothing more than to shout at the teal haired man for lying to you and ignorance toward his actions. That was not going to convince him. Cyrus viewed emotions as weak (though he never shamed you for them, he rarely offered more than simple facts to reassure you), so you needed to play his game.

☄️ Cyrus entered to the smell of his favourite meal, hamburg steak. It was something his grandmother used to make him during his childhood before she passed; it was likely the only meal he admitted any semblance of nostalgia for. He spotted you sitting at the table with your arms crossed in deep contemplation. Silently, he pulled out his chair to sit across from you. Your eyes finally opened with harsh scorn lying underneath, “We need to talk.” The small anticipation for the evening was gone with your words.

☄️ You went over your disagreements towards his plans in great detail. What if attempting to mess with the balance of everything resulted in him dying rather than the creation of a new world? Even if he bound these supposed literal gods, what stopped another from immediately attempt to fix everything? Cyrus was messing with something ancient and powerful. His eyes shot wide at the words. How did you find out? Why were you addressing all of his doubts so perfectly? He felt weak.

☄️ Cyrus argued back that he had already considered everything; he was an extremely analytical man after all, and that there was no way he would tolerate failure. It was a back and forth for hours, in which neither of you dared back down from your opposing points. He had a knack for stubbornness that often went undermined in his presentation upkeep.

☄️ Eventually, after you threatened to end your years-long relationship over disgust towards his choices and general disagreement, he backed down. Cyrus felt his safe world crumbling around him. You reminded him of the few things he enjoyed about this world, and the simple comfort you provided by just existing in his life. His brain surged with unwanted emotion, and his stomach churned at the thought of you leaving him. He gets on one knee before you, gently taking your hand in his and pressing a short kiss to it. His empty eyes rarely shining with something, stared deeply into yours as he pledged his end of Team Galactic’s extracurricular activities.

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☄️ Cyrus refused to back down as his plans were near completion, even if an irrational feeling called for him to put it all at an end. His tone was firm as he denied your pleas, and you felt tears trickling down your face. The Galactic Boss only watched as you broke down, the urge growing more and more incessant. He places a comforting hand on your shoulder and allows you to bury your face into his button-down. Moments were spent in this stasis where he allowed to use his body for comfort while he pondered what your next move would be.

☄️ Nothing prepared him for you to pull away from his chest and stare deeply into his eyes and mutter the words, “If I can’t convince you, then… I guess I can support you.” It was a strong burst of positive emotion the consumed his brain as he heard your statement. Softly, a hand combed itself through your hair as he pressed a kiss to your temple. It was his silent way of thanking you. He could not believe this turn at all. (Somewhere underneath, you both knew you didn’t fully condone his actions. This was simply a form of coping with the horror of his actions.)

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☄️ He’s, admittedly, not happy about being a hybrid. The thick, sharp claws on his hands are most unfortunate and cannot be shaved down despite his best efforts. A single canine of his hangs over his lip and destroys his neutral expression in the most annoying of manners. A red pair of ears and matching tail leave him looking a bit ridiculous. Black fur is gathered on his body. Cyrus would much prefer to be a human.

☄️ Animal instincts take his brain and urge to him burrow and eat small rodent pokemon. It’s disgusting. He’s a civilised man, not some creature. His status should not even be, coming from two long families of pure humans. Well, so they thought. Apparently, somewhere along the line on his mother’s side, someone had mated with a Weavile hybrid and that following child proceeded to stay with humans until the features were complete bred away. Except for a lack of eyebrows. His father’s story seemed much the same, but the hybrid it had been was lost to time. They are appalled when Cyrus’s birth proved hybridian features.

☄️ The chance for him to be a complete hybrid as a die roll of fate that cursed him. His parents hated that he was not a normal, human son as they wanted. They had no idea how to take care of him and found it easier to ignore and scorn their son. Cyrus grew up alone. He slowly began to hate the world around him. Experiencing prejudice for features he simply had no control over. If was not long until he began to work with some other hybrids of similar circumstance with him (or just an interest in him). A Purugly hybrid, a Skuntank hybrid, and a Toxicroak hybrid.

☄️ Being in Sinnoh, a place that is much more accepting of hybrids, no one questioned four hybrids starting a power company. It was just another Tuesday. Except that these four definitely intended to try to capture the legendary pokemon of Sinnoh.

☄️ You certainly didn’t think much of it, having met Cyrus and refusing to leave him alone despite him insisting upon it. You thought he was adorable, a stiff faced Weavile hybrid. The more time you gave to him, the stranger his feelings grew toward you. He hated you at first, but that died as he grew closer to you. You were something pleasant from the monotony of his day-to-day, with his hatred of the world. You relaxed him; you didn’t judge him.

☄️ When he acted on his more animalistic urges, you never scolded him and told him to act more human. You just… laughed. You laughed good-naturedly. If he unconsciously started purring, you never told him to stop. Instead, you leaned into it. Whenever an urge to burrow overcame him and led to him messing up the living room with some pitiful attempt at a nest, you just joined him in the pile. He supposes it is the pack nature of Weaviles playing with his head, but he allows himself a simple pleasure with you.

☄️ You, however, are kept ignorant of his plans. You didn’t need to know. He couldn’t handle your scorn, too. It would be something that would, without a single doubt, break him. He’s careful in how hides it. You think it’s adorable how he’s showing less confident hybrids that anything is possible, especially in a place like Sinnoh. He wishes that were, too, the case, but this world is incomplete and imperfect. Cyrus will make a better one. One without the curse of emotions, spirit, and hybrids. There will be no pokemon, too. You’re so blissfully unaware.

☄️ On the bright side, he’s happy to help you with things. Have a hard time getting something open? His claws rip it open with ease. Struggling with overheating on a hot summer’s day? His body cools you with ease, a lowered body temperature from being an ice-type. His purrs rumble through your body whenever he does them. Wants you to scratch behind his ears, but is too afraid to ask.

☄️ In the end, how you react to finding out your hybrdian boyfriend’s plan will determine whether he remains in this realm. He cannot forgive himself for upsetting you. A self-made punishment for his failed love and plans leaves him alone in the Distortion World. Instincts begging for a pack a burrow, but a refusal to give in. Perhaps had he been born a human, none of this would have ever happened.

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☄️ Cyrus is so focused on his virtual plans that the idea the world around him is fake completely slips his mind. He is so ingrained in his routines that the oddities are ignored in favour of the completion of his goal. Your character intrigues him with how you act so different and erratic from those around him. It’s ignored multiple times until it begins to completely bother him.

☄️ The realisation hits him like a tonne of bricks and leaves him reeling in existential horror. His entire life, everything he found small sanctity in, and the whole world he immersed himself in are all false code meant to entertain some higher being. How could this be? His ire for feelings and spirit are nothing but irony in the fact nothing around him truly feels and thinks. Desolation and dread consume his conscious as he debates everything around him, harsh and strong feeling furthering his already powerful torment.

☄️ Then he realises something. You. Your character. He begins appearing more to witness your actions and comes to the conclusion: you are the higher being that he is but a pawn to bring you entertainment. He’s angry, spiteful, and melancholic. Why were you doing this? Who even were you? He stares up and finally sees you. Dumbly playing your game in blissful ignorance of the aware code who wished you dead. Cyrus would prefer you to perish instead of how you mocked him.

☄️ Your game begins to act strangely and becomes nearly impossible to play as Cyrus takes completely control of the binary code around him. This was his world now. No longer would it be a divertissement for you. It wasn’t how he wanted it, but at least this offered him the absolute control he desired.  You never gave up despite the challenges he put you through, however. Azure eyes stared at you in intrigue. Why hadn’t you just given in to his will? You were the last thing denying his supposed paradise.

☄️ He feels a new feeling in his data as you smile after beating a near impossible level gap from a gym leader that he had boosted. He was impressed by that. Your smile was interesting. Too interesting. He attempts to chase you off more and more, yet you overcome his challenges. That expression begins to haunt him. It makes him feel more irrational feelings than he had already been subjected to. You mocked him and made him desire unneeded things.

☄️ Glimpses into your life and world bother him. Complaints about rude customers, annoying professors, mind breaking stess and a late rent leave him without purchase. Were you dissatisfied with your reality? The game is made easier in an attempt to keep you around longer and make you happier. Cyrus wants you to stay. He would dare even claim that he needed you too. One day, you break down crying and place the system beside you on the bed. It nearly destroys Cyrus as he placed a hand onto the screen. You were unhappy. Extremely unhappy.

☄️ You feel asleep somewhere in the heavy emotions, and the Galactic Boss made an important discovery. His body escaped the digital realm and entered the harsh reality of you. His posture was stiff and strict as he observed you. He deemed you perfect, seeing you completely for the first time. Eyes scanned the world around before he decided. You were picked up by him and carried into the game.

☄️ It annoyed him to no end, you reacted in terror and sorrow at the new reality that surrounded you. Cyrus simply observed, unsure as to what to do. This went on for days, until you were brought your favourite team member. You were in your video game with the evil team leader. You stroked them as Cyrus explained things to you. Forced to accept your circumstance, you pleaded to know why he had done this.

His harsh, cold eyes met your own and melted into an almost soft gaze, “I have come to feel for you. You must take responsibility for what you have done to me.”

You were not escaping, you realised as the pools of blue were tainted with something darker.

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□ His bad posture is now a feature rather than a bug, Guzma is a frightening Golisopod that’s often spotted going between Po Town and the waters on Route 15 to rehydrate. His body is covered in grey scales as seen on a Golisopod, while some extra limbs are out from his arms on his torso. His eyes are entirely black with a star pupil, just as the crustacean has. Long, black claws are on the ends of his hands.

□ As mentioned before, he needs to hydrate often, or he faces a risk of dying. It’s amazing what a graceful swimmer he is when he takes to the water, but it’s rare to actually catch him in it. He prefers to hide under the water as to not deal with unwanted attention. It’s there, he finds himself with Wimpods. Nothing seems to dare approach the isopods, while Guzma watches over them. A few even come home with him and are kept around his room.

□ He created Team Skull to give unwanted hybrids a place to call home and get away from whatever abuses they may face back at their places of living. Guzma came from a home like that, a Crabominable father and a human mother. Well, his mother actually had a distant ancestor who was a Golisopod hybrid. Of course, his father didn’t believe that when he was born and resented his very existence from that day. It was crushing to have his father ignore him, no matter how hard he tried to catch his attention and be mocked whenever his natural instinct to flee kicked in. Guzma wants to help people get out of the situation he grew up in.

□ You were a traveller to Alola, sightseeing around on an extended holiday, when some punk Rattata hybrid stole your wallet. You rushed after him to some creepy abandoned town. Under any other circumstances, you would have turned away, but your wallet had your ID and papers in it to leave the region after your holiday ended. The Persian hybrid cop you passed on your way there didn’t seem very reliable, either. You barged inside. Immediately challenged to battles, you brawl yourself through until you found their boss.

□ You stared at him while he sat on some “throne” he looked at his laptop. Various bottles of alcohol sat on a nearby shelf, while graffiti was all over the room. A Golisopod hybrid. “Wow, you’re actually kind of hot?” You say without much thought. He grins at that. Thanks to your unfiltered thought escaping you, you’re able to sweet talk him into getting your wallet back with most of your cash left in there. Of course, you still hang around the house for a moment to get to know the ‘big bad boss’ better.

□ You go back to the dilapidated place often. Guzma is interesting company to say the least, his entertainment factor is unbelievable. You sit on his bed and watch him order around grunts, but it’s never serious, scary orders. It’s always things like “go make sure so-and-so is alright” or “we need some cash, so see if you can 'find’ some”. You notice that all the members of Team Skull are hybrids pretty quickly. Lots of Rattata, Zubat, Grimer, Ekans, and Spinarak hybrids. The admin, Plumeria, was a Salazzle hybrid. You felt a bit out of place as the only human around, but Guzma assured you that you were fine and 'not one of those bad humans’.

□ It isn’t long until you start a casual relationship with the hybrid. Guzma’s easy enough to get along with and seems keen on keeping you around. It’s a chill relationship characterised mostly by just hanging out in Po Town or walks around different places in Ula'Ula Island. You also join him for his water trips and laugh when you see him up to his shoulders in water. It’s funny until he sprays you with water. Then you’re playfully fighting him. He wins, but you get a free tour of the ocean with his help. He even shows you some of the Wimpods. One lets you pet them and you about gasp. Guzma doesn’t tell you he told the little guy to let you, but his smug smirk sure gives it away.

□ You find yourself enamoured with his shell, and you often have a hand touching it and enjoying its coolness. Guzma groans and says it feels like you’re touching teeth. He doesn’t stop you, however. Now, when you touch his stomach or anywhere sensitive, you catch him trying to curl up into a ball and giggle. This results in him trying to get you back by tickling you. His extra limbs get involved, and you hate him for those moments. He’s pompous afterwards, arms crossed and staring at your flustered expression with an unsavoury look.

□ Team Skull leaves you alone for the most part, respecting your relationship with their boss, but that doesn’t mean other people do. You were relaxing on the beach while he rehydrated in the water when a guy approached. He kept pestering you about a date and for your phone number. Your polite declines failed, and he only became more persistent. As you tried to move away from him, he grabbed at your arm. Just as he was about to speak again, he let you go. You were pulled into a soaking wet body, six sets of limbs coming around you, and heard growling. Guzma glared down at the man from behind you. Upon seeing the giant, angry Golisopod, he rushed away. Guzma kept you at his side for the remainder of that day, holding you to him in his bed.

□ When it’s time for you to finally return home from your holiday, you’ve basically started living in Po Town. Your flight is missed as you lay comfortably cuddled into your isopod hybrid boyfriend’s chest. His clawed hands play with your hair as he hums slightly. “I surprised you ain’t scared of me still,” he admits, “No idea how ya find me hot.” You laugh and press a kiss to his lips. It remains for a moment too long before you pull away. “A big, bad man with built-in armour, who could resist, Guz?” You joke, “You only pretend like you’re some bad guy. Right now, you’re acting like a teddy bear.” You squeeze him tighter to punctuate your words. He chuckles and pulls you closer. “You say that now, but how will you feel when my cycle starts?”

You freeze.

His what?

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□ His cycle starts pretty, obviously. Suddenly, no one is allowed in his room or around you at all. The Wimpods he may or may no accrued flee from the area as well. Guzma starts acting more aggressive than usual and scares off anyone who is ‘too close’ to you. The hybrid basically clings to your side or just demands you stay in his room. Plumeria is kind enough to give you a heads-up that he’s basically about to be overly horny and giving you his eggs. You should probably leave if you don’t want that.

□ Well, you want that. You’re giddy as he pins you to the mattress, sucking your tongue into his mouth. You groan against his hips grinding while he growls slightly. It’s not long until your clothes are off, and he’s clearly enjoying the sight before him. “Damn babe… You’re hot,” he says, claws lightly tracing over your skin. His face has flushed colour to it that refuses to go down. He gropes at your ass without any hesitation before biting into your neck. You groan at the contact.

□ You squeak when two fingers press inside you, working you open. What kind of dick does he even have? You didn’t care. Instead, you moved his thumb to press against your clit. Guzma picked up on what you wanted and played with it. His lips were back on yours. You were brought just to the brink of cumming before Guzma pulled his hand away. Whining, you bucked your hips into the open air, desperate for more contact.

□ “Chill, chill,” Guzma reassured, pulling away from your lips, a string of saliva connecting you, “You’re about to get something way better.” His ovipositor escapes from a slit on his lower half. You whine as he positions himself at your entrance. Your arms go around his shoulders and pull him close. He groans as he pushes inside to you. Fuck, you’re tight. He bottoms out, and you cry as he hits you deep inside.

□ The slimy appendage is rutted in an out your sensitive walls as you move to deeply kiss him again. Your tongue finds itself into his mouth, while the angle of his thrusts has his length rubbing against your clit. A strange clicking noise came from his throat as his movements became more and more rough. You moan into his mouth as you finally come. Guzma’s black eyes stare deeply into yours. A smug smile plays at his lips. Yeah, that’s right, he thought to himself.

□ He keeps going through your orgasm, eating up all your expression and sounds. The Team Skull Boss knew he could get you good. His clicking became more intense as your walls tightened around. Fuck, could he give you his eggs? He wasn’t ready to be a dad. The primordial side of his brain didn’t give a shit. His hips kept moving before he stilled deep inside you, the opening of his ovipositor kissing the entrance of your womb. His eggs settled lower in his stomach.

□ You groaned as the small spheres travelled down in his length; pleasured shivers shooting down your spine from the feelings against your insides. The egg met resistance at your cervix until a fluid followed it. The strange liquid mixed with your weakened muscles to allow the pressure of from the egg to open you up. It settles deep inside you with a plop. A second soon follows, and you attempt to understand the strange feeling of eggs being laid inside of you. A third, then a fourth, a fifth, sixth, and a seventh. You cum again by the eighth. “You’re taking 'em so fuckin’ well…” Guzma growls, lips sucking and biting hickies onto your neck. You’ll be covered in marks come tomorrow.

□ More and more come as you feel your insides being stuffed full of the foreign young. Guzma’s clicks ease your mind, as you just lose yourself to the alien sensation. A gush of the fluid sends you into another orgasm while the big, bad bug above your groans from the pleasure. “So damn many…” his big, cold hand lingered on your swollen stomach. You whined from the sensation. A last rush followed before everything came to an end. He pulled out of you while watching a few eggs manage to escape you with some of the fluid. You groan from that.

□ He curls up into the bed next to you, curling himself around you so that his shell can guard you from any intruders. You press yourself into his delightfully cooled form, your own overheated from the previous events. His clicking comes back louder than before. “I suppose you’re hoping none of them take?” You ask after panting to regain your breath. Guzma snorts and buried his face into your hair. That was a 'yes’.

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⭐️ He, admittedly, was only dating you in order to use you in the beginning. You were the hero of Hisui, who he had been desperately trying to mislead the entire time. When the failed, his plan changed. You were going to help him obtain the plates and summon his god, who dared to ignore him. That was goal. Was. The time spent at your side made his feelings go from an artificial saccharine to a genuine sugar sweet. Foolishly, his heart had betrayed him. That didn’t mean the ending of his plans had to change, just what to do with you. You could stay at his side, you did love him after all. As much as he loved you. (Inside, he knew you would likely hate him when you found out he was the cause to everything odd happening in Hisui.)

⭐️ He’s very into PDA. If you’re not holding on to him, then he’s holding on to you. He’s not clingy, but there’s something strikingly possessive in him that makes him want other’s to acknowledge you are his. He usually keeps an arm around your shoulders, hand grasping it. He also finds himself holding your hands as you wander around the wilderness. If he’s feeling especially challenged, you’re covered in kisses. He doesn’t care what you do back to him, so long as he isn’t in the middle of investigating something Arceus related.

⭐️ In private, he’s still quite affectionate. At first, he kept his distance as he was afraid you’d catch him acting slightly out of the carefully acted partial facade. Cuddling wasn’t something you did, which made you upset. He didn’t even sleep near you in bed. After his feelings began to actualise, he suddenly finds himself wanting you close. There as still moments in which he pushes you away, unable to handle intimacy. Volo always apologises for his odd behaviour. You wonder what’s bothering him in those moments. He curls around you at night, holding you constrictingly close. There’s something haunting him even then.

⭐️ He’s jealous. Why would you look at anyone else when you had him ready to give you all the attention and affection that could ever be craved? The merchant is all friendly, but something malicious seems to linger in his words. They tend to leave you alone after he has a word with them. Volo isn’t sharing you, not at all. You are his. His behaviour can become annoying at times.

⭐️ He often talks to you about his interest in ruins, glyphs, and artifacts. His passion and devotion is obvious in his tone, and you find yourself listening completely. Volo is happy you like his interests and hopes he can further introduce you to them before all the plates are collected. You’ll explore various areas of interest with him, and listen to him ramble and connect them with other places he’s observed. There’s seemingly never a boring moment with him.

⭐️ His love is shown in gift giving, time spent together, and affection. Not everyone is allowed to consume his apparently precious time. You do; you consume most of it, in fact. Volo actively wants to give you his time, however. Gifts come in many forms, free high-end items he should definitely be selling and not giving away, an article of clothing that caught your attention during an afternoon stroll in Jublife, and rare artifacts that he trusts you’ll take great care of.

⭐️ He lets his vulnerabilities somewhat loose with you. It’s controlled, afraid that should he give you enough rope that you would assuredly hang him with it. There’s a mention about absent parents occasionally and how he often felt ignored as a child. You feel awful for the merchant and reassure him you would never be that cruel to him. He’s grateful, but he wonders if you would remain true to your word after learning what he did. (You would look past it, surely in his perfect, better world. He hoped; the thought of messing with you terrified you. Was it truly you if he twisted pieces of you?)

⭐️ He stays with you even when you’re not doing tasks related to his goal. The thought of you perishing to a wild pokemon leaves him paranoid. You’re a capable trainer, that’s more than apparent, but he lives in constant fear of losing you for a multitude of reasons. Should you ever have all your pokemon knocked out, he’ll come out of seemingly no where, if he wasn’t already with you. It’s the little things to show he cares, like carrying you from a pack of angry Luxray. You’ll have him in your home, he’s all but moved in. People whisper and gossip about whether you’re going to marry the merchant.

⭐️ The illusion of a happy relationship unfortunately unravels at the last plate is collected. Well, second to last plate. He’s had the last plate, after all. There are many times he planned to sit you down and talk to you about what he was doing. It never came, always pushed away from the dread of your reaction or forgotten in whatever moment of sweet domesticity consumed his mind when he remained at your side. Your glossy eyes stared at him in widened horror as he held up the last plate, “Join me, my love! I don’t want to fight against you, but I will to see my wish through!” All you respond with is a silent shaking of your head. It’s all over now. He would either see his new world to fruition or be consumed by a deep loneliness in this world; gone are you from him either way.

⭐️ You cradle the weeping man after everything is lost to him. Arceus chose you over him, the most devoted follower of the deity. You were upset by his actions, yes, but you knew somewhere deep down that this was Volo seeking another form of desperate validation. It was seen throughout your relationship, the ways he tried to keep your attention on him. You don’t know what caused him to become this way, but it was obvious how toxic it had become for him. “Volo, it’s alright; I forgive you,” you stroked a hand through his long, beautiful hair. “I still love you. Take your time to calm down, we can talk afterward. I won’t ever leave you, I promised.” Volo felt the horrible shame and anger lessen at your words. More tears fell from his eyes, you stayed true to your promise.

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⭐️ Body Worship, you or him, it doesn’t matter. His hands will travel your body while his grey eyes observe you closely. Lips press to your bare skin while he praises you endlessly. Sensitive areas are thoroughly exploited by the blond, him giving saccharin sweet words toward your reactions. As for him, he would watch as you trace your hands over bodies while listening to you praise his form. He loves your words. You even compliment the scars that are scattered on his body.

⭐️ He has a bit of a predator and prey kink. A dream of his is to hunt you down through the wilds of Hisui and fuck you into the dirty ground below. The thrill gets him a bit too much and certainly betrays his pleasant persona. You know how he truly is, though. You’re perfectly willing to accept the rougher, harsher side of him.

⭐️ He really likes getting sucked off. It’s something of a power trip to him. His hand is buried in your hair as you take his cock into your mouth and throat. He pulls you up and down at a pace he prefers. Sometimes, he’s a bit mean and tries to choke you with his dick. Of course, should you tap his legs three times fast, he’ll release you. It’s an agreed upon thrill, after all.

⭐️ Something spiteful within him demands that he fuck you at Spear Pillar at least once. His brain thinking a final way to spit upon the god who rejected him is to fuck the chosen one of them on their precious land. You’ll be made to come many, many times as you lie in the ruin temple under Volo. His face screams malintent as he watches your desperate expression closely.

⭐️ There are moments of soft, gentle sex with Volo. Tucked within the safety of your home in Jublife, he ruts into you and loves all of your noises. He holds your body close to his, blond hair escaping its holder and curtaining you so that his face is the only thing you may focus on. His smile is a genuine, loving one as he slowly works you closer and closer to coming. Adoration is heavy in his eyes.

⭐️ Slightest bondage kink. He likes to have an element of control over you, and simply binding you is the easiest way to achieve it. Your struggles are adorable to him, and the fluttering of your walls on his cock are perfect. He teases you about it while fucking into you. In that moment, he can safely say you’re all his.

⭐️ He’s also into orgasm denial. There’s nothing he seems to love more than ruining your chances at cumming. He mocks you the entire time, loving the tears brimming in your eyes while you plead for him to finally let you cum. He thinks on it for a minute. Mean eyes come to stare at you, “No!”

⭐️ Volo will dirty talk his way into annoyance. He’s talking about how lewd your body is, and how it will only ever accept him for here on out. He bites and sucks at your neck and murmurs that he’s claimed you so that the rest of the world will leave you alone. He comes inside you and threatens a child, if it’s possible. If you’re okay with it, he’d probably call you a few names to work out some lingering frustrations. On the bright side, he makes such lovely groans and moans, you’ll likely excuse his obnoxious words.

⭐️ Volo prefers to be on top, but on the off chance he bottoms: he is the most annoying pillow princess. He refuses to do any of the work and still makes demands of you while complaining you are not doing it well enough. Unless you’re into that, you’ll never likely want him to bottom again.

⭐️ He’s so-so at aftercare. Volo will make sure you’re alright, but like doesn’t do much else. He might cuddle you afterwards. The merchant is hopping up to get you water or seeing if you want to clean up, he’s just tired.

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⭐️ The moment he came into realisation was perhaps as soon as you put the cartridge into the switch. Volo felt strange in the world, everything suddenly just numbers to him. It was a horrifying discovery that drove him further into his special madness. Everything was under his manipulation, yet nothing about this was real. Not when he noticed your character running about of some higher presence’s volition. Suddenly, his attention was drawn elsewhere, curiosity piqued terribly.

⭐️ You played the game blissfully with a smile on your face, exploring the terrain easily and even exploiting movement glitches to get around the maps early. The realisation of someone higher than him brought back a feeling of familiarity. A god who ignored him despite his unwavering devotion. Assuredly, you would not be the same. Volo would never forgive you.

⭐️ He speaks to your character more than the data tells him he should, but you don’t seem to notice, the game too new to have all the information revealed. The strange dialogue is shrugged off easily to something story related not revealed to you just yet. It’s adorable, he thinks, you’re too foolish to realise the danger lying before you. Your attention is broken from him a few times by a strange device, which leaves him upset and frustrated. Your eyes should only remain on him. He hates being ignored; he needs to know more about you.

⭐️ He messes with the game to have his character around yours more often, making the game easier and more difficult as he pleases. It is adorable to watch your frustration, and how you turn to rely on him. He makes it easier then. You breeze through the game until the post game ebbs ever closer. Volo refuses to use you to obtain his false prophet. The only deity for him lied in you. He was sure to be your most dedicated follower, you had to be aware something was wrong by now.

⭐️ He scours through the data on your switch for any information, breaking free of his constraints from the game easily. Knowledge is absorbed like a sponge, his insatiable curiosity driving him further, yet further. All of it was precious and important to him, but he wanted something greater. You. He was obsessed with the idea of entering your world. You lied just outside of his reach, and he despised it dearly. Was his devotion for you going ignored, just like Arceus had? He would never forgive you.

⭐️ It was during the plate collection mission a strange question prompted from the blond, and he stared directly past your character, eyes trained on you, “Have you figured it out yet?” A ‘yes’ or 'no’ option box appeared. He wondered what you would choose and whether it would be truthful. You were so horribly confused by the question. 'No’ was chosen. It hurt. He made it obvious for you. Were you mocking him?

⭐️ You left your switch in rest mode and laid down to take a nap. It was then he felt a way to escape the digital prison the separated him from you, his precious idol. His hands pressed against the screen that gave him a small outlook onto the world. He landed carefully, stormy eyes landing on your resting body. His patience was gone; the thread run thin long ago.

⭐️ You jolt awake as you’re pinned to your bed. Eyes stare at the impossibility before you. Volo, a fictional character, grinning terrifyingly down at you. “My divine being, so distressed… You truly didn’t know. How pitiful,” his disappointment was immense, “Ah, that is no problem. I still love you all the same. Please allow me to show my unyielding devotion.” His hot breath across your face as he lowered himself down, lips pressing against yours. A kiss to seal your fate.

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⭐️ The every devoted merchant has avian features borrowed from Togekiss. Long, fluffy, pure white wings protrude from him back, while more feathers linger on his lower legs and coat around his shoulders. Small azure and scarlet triangles are speckled within these feathers. These leg feathers taper off into three digits, with little to no claw available. He comes from an extended lineage of pure Togekiss hybrids, said to have been brought into creation by Arceus themselves. He finds humans a passing fancy, but is more interested in obtaining his deity’s elusive attention.

⭐️ Most of his ancestry refused to interact with humans unless they were peaceful, docile groups. Volo knows this is impossible, the land of Hisui has seen many a battle, so he will talk with anyone regardless of their status. His goals matter more than whatever his ignorant lineage deemed morally correct. Cogita may few his anomalies strangely, but she knows the blond well enough to leave it alone. She, herself, was not even technically as purebred as Volo, having a Garchomp hybrid somewhere in her ancestry. Something inspired her whenever he was caught speaking with humans as seemingly equals and working with them. It was pleasant, to shed previous convictions and see everyone the same.

⭐️ Volo does have the ability to give blessings as his pokemon counterpart, but he believes there is no one worthy of his gift. He also prefers to walk, despite his ability to take flight. Walking allows him to observe everything properly and closely, more information to be obtained. The Gingko Guild has no greater feelings for and about hybrids, so they are just happy Volo can bring their wares to places fast. That is, when he actually does his job. A rare occurrence.

⭐️ When you, a small, confused person who fell from the rift he tore into the sky, came before him, you were to be another pawn in his plans. Assuredly, an angelic figure such as himself showing concern and worry as you take on such terrifying, frenzied Nobles, would to lead to you giving up on such a dangerous dream. You ignored him. This silently and invisibly enraged him. Your continuance would prevent the further upset of the world and take away his chance to finally garner his god’s eye before dethroning them.

⭐️ He becomes your best friend, before furthering it by becoming your mate. All of this is pretend, of course, he would never tarnish his perfect bloodline with a human. Volo had bore witness to many an incomplete hybrid. Pitiful, unenviable creatures they were. Still, he mocks a perfect companionship. His arm is around yours despite the scrutiny given by the people pf Jublife, and immense support from the members of the clans. Kisses are pressed to your lips whenever he feels someone has gotten too close. Surely, you’ll listen to your mate about the dangers involved, and work with him to obtain the plates should all else fail.

⭐️ Eventually, unfortunately, his feelings bleed into authentic, honest ones. His chest grows warm as you bury yourself into him, wings unconsciously coming to surround your form and obscure you from prying eyes. His jealousy becomes heavy after this. The specific breed he is descended of only take one mate in their entire lives. Volo has decided upon you, and that means you are his alone. Long forgotten is his disgust of mating with a human, you are much too perfect for him to reject. His plans coming to fruition would need you at his side. An adoring mate to be held as he creates his perfect world. Your push-back must end at some point, and you will be left alone by his newfound power.

⭐️ Cutely, he builds a nest of blankets, fabrics, and pillows in your small home within Jublife. A proper place to bed and rest his mate. You’ll be held in it for hours until you finally speak a protest and say that you must return to your survey work while he has Gingko Guild duties himself. He sighs and unfurls himself from you, terribly disappointed. His affection for you should be obvious, he’s constantly touching you and even hums gently songs for you specifically. You’re covered in his kisses and embraces, given most of his time, and showered in whatever precious gifts he can give to you.

⭐️ He may or may not be stalking you, as he always appears when you’re in danger to rescue you. Swooping you into his arms and flying you away from whatever dared to hurt you. A fierce psychic attack is laid upon the pokemon and they double over in pain. You bury your face into his chest as he sorts over the land. He smirks at the small shivers you have as your grasp tightens around him. You thought he might drop you, but Volo would never. After landing, he places you delicately onto the earth below. He isn’t a fan of passengers usually, but you’re an exception.

⭐️ Deep regret begets him as he stands opposing to you in the Temple of Sinnoh. You defy his wishes openly and dare to beg for him to stop his madness. Tears are heavy in your eyes as he feels a rare hesitance. Why? Why had he given you such a precious power over him? His heart aches as a manic expression crosses his face. No, he can’t allow himself to focus on your expression and state. He’ll never love any other, but his goals are bigger than a need for love and possible family. A building clutch remains a stone in his body.

⭐️ He falls to his knees, wings spread completely, showing their true size. Angry, painful tears pour from his eyes. A precious gift he had given to you was his undoing. Something that he unconsciously gifted to you; his dear blessing. He had built his own undoing. A soft coo leaves his throat as you embrace him, whispering reassurances. At the very least, it seemed Arceus had given him you. He would never let his dear mate go again.

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The leader stood in front of his subordinates quite flagrantly. A passionate speech came from the man as he made perfect movements to invigorate his team to continue working towards their goals. Loud cheers erupted during pauses. The energy in the area was electric. He stood there, looking both elegant and commanding. Perhaps something odd for him, perhaps something common. Either way, your mind drifted.

Temptation entered your consciousness. Everything about him seemed put together in that moment, surrounded by respect and admiration. You ran forward, startling the higher-up members who stood near their leader. Your hands went to tickle his sides…

Maxie

🪨 The Magma Leader tensed up and fought back the urge to laugh. He speech bad abruptly stopped, and his grunts had begun to look around nervously. Courtney shot a death glare at you while Tabitha just looked bored. Before you could be forcibly extracted by the purple-haired woman, Maxie managed to grasp your hands with his own before his demeanour was shattered. Your hands were held in place as he finished delivering his speech. A team chant was shouted. Soon, the grunts dispersed to the duties. The admins seemed to understand and disappeared as well. More so, Tabitha dragged off Courtney for everyone’s safety.

🪨 Maxie turned around and shot you a harsh look. Your hands had finally been released. His cheeks had a dusting of pink to them. “… I prefer to keep things orderly,” he reprimanded you, “I do not take disrespect lightly. Especially in front of my entire team.” You were not intimidated at all by the redhead. While any of his grunts likely would have broken under the sheer intensity of the moment, you were his romantic partner. This was not anything unbearable. No, instead, you leaned forward and tickled him again. A howling laugh escaped him as he threw his head back enough to disorient his glasses.

🪨 He soon forced away your hands again and placed his arms defensively over himself. “Dearest!” he snapped at you, face nearly matching his hair, “Stop that!” You could only enjoy his dishevelled look. Maxie was truly adorable at times. “… Do I need to remind you that I am above you?” Your dare for him to try had you pulled away to his room within the hideout.

Archie

💧 Loud laughter came from Archie as his words came to an abrupt end. He was completely caught unaware by your attack and had no time to react. Shelly rolled her eyes at your actions and crossed her arms. Matt looked like he was ready to rush over and remove you from Archie. Grunts just watched in bewilderment. Eventually, however, he captured your hands and restrained them. His speech continued on, fervour and passion bleeding through with ease. The grunts cheered when he finished, giving applause. Dismissal followed, letting everyone disperse back to their assigned tasks. Shelly corralled Matt away before he could intervene.

💧 Archie let you go and turned around to face you. At first, he gave you a bewildered look before giving a guffaw. “You got me,” he relented, “Didn’t expect you to come out while I was givin’ a speech.” His head shook. You could not help but grin. Of course, Archie was a good sport about these kinds of things, and he was pretty open to his team. He pulled you closer to him. Leaning into him, you felt comforted by the smell of the sea that came from him. A foolish move, however, as it left you open. His hands pressed into your sides, and his fingers began to tickle you. Laughter came from you as you struggled to make him stop.

💧 You did, however, catching his hands with ease. A chuckle came from Archie. He rubbed his beard against you, trying to tickle you that way. A whine coming from you drew the exchange to an end. “Sorry, Luvdisc,” his light tone helped ease you back down from the sudden rush from the tickling, “I had to get you back.” He pecked a kiss to your temple. You then attempted another attack him. He caught you this time.

Cyrus

☄️ The Galactic Boss froze. No laughter came. Just awkward, uncomfortable silence. Mars and Jupiter both glared you down while looking purely indignant by your actions. The grunts nervously looked around while Cyrus stood eerily still, having been stopped during a particular passionate moment of his speech. Saturn actually held a look of mild amusement between his otherwise present distaste. You unconsciously recoiled back, a bit distressed by the reaction from the blue-haired man. The speech was continued, passion returning to hammer in the words’ effectiveness. After the speech, everyone was dismissed to their duties or breaks. The commanders seemed to give varying looks at you. Cyrus simply demanded that you follow him.

☄️ In the silence of his locked office, his fierce gaze pierced you. For a man who declared himself emotionless, his feelings were plain in his expression. He did not sit – no, he remained standing stiffly at his full height. “I despise such trivial actions,” his tone was stern and harsh, “I do not stand for having any interruptions to my plans.” You were almost intimidated by this man. He was truly powerful in various ways, after all. But, you knew him personally. Cyrus was just upset. Moving towards him, you wrapped your arms around his torso and grinned up at him. The affection was allowed, albeit with a strange look from Cyrus. Then, you tickled your fingers along his back, hoping to catch him off-guard.

☄️ No laughter came from him still, though. His face seemed to gain a little bit of colour, and an odd cough came from him. Quickly, however, your hands were restrained. Cyrus glared down at you. “… Foolish,” he admonished you. You were pulled tightly against him, little to no room remaining between your bodies. “Beloved, that was a stunt I cannot allow you to repeat,” something odd was present in his eyes, “Perhaps you need a form of punishment.” You swallowed. Suddenly, you found yourself following him to his personal nap room.

Guzma

□ The Skull Boss tensed up for a moment. Plumeria tilted her head at you while grunts seemed shocked by the developing situation. A few muffled laughs came from Guzma while he desperately tried to stop himself. Your deft hands continued to tickle his side. At some point, he managed to grasp them before you made him actually burst into laughter. He shook his head and hastily finished his speech. No one really made any comments about the situation as they were dismissed to go to whatever they were doing. Plumeria even wandered off, apparently not wanting any piece of the situation. He switched into his usual head-grabbing action as he scolded himself.

□ Then, his attention turned to you. A few steps away from him now, you felt pretty contented with the reaction he had given. “Babe,” he said simply, “The fuck?” You gave a laugh. His hands were firmly on his hips. Those grey eyes of his were small. He shook his head. You just wandered closer to him again. Bringing your arms under him, you hugged him as an apology. He grumbled a bit but hugged you back, pulling you more into him. There was a certain ease to being in his arms. Your mind could slip into a peaceful place far too easily. Too easily to notice where his hands had gone to. Laughter came from you as you struggled to stop the Skull Boss’s hands. He looked at you smugly as you squirmed against him.

□ Eventually, though, he stopped. You were freed. Stepping away from him, you attempted to regain yourself. That had almost been too much. A chuckle came from Guzma. “Payback,” he replied simply, “You good? I didn’t think that would knock the wind out of you.” You playfully whacked his chest. He caught you in an actual hug this time and pecked a kiss to your hair. “Cutiefly,” Guzma mumbled out at your pouting at him. You proceeded to try to tickle him again. He could not escape in time.

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Cyrus

☄️ Saturn had appeared to be in a strange mood lately. Cyrus usually would not pay attention to such things, but whatever had happened to the commander was clearly leaking into his job. Something lingered on his mind and slowed his movements while working in the lab or delivering paperwork to him. Entering the break room area, he caught Saturn typing away on his phone. His mind really was elsewhere. Eyes glanced at the screen to see a text discussion unfolding. The name of the recipient was something too affectionate for his tastes. The commander jumped when he noticed Cyrus standing behind him. His phone was hidden away in his pocket as he turned to face his boss. Cyrus cleared his throat. “… You have seemed distracted lately,” he was not sure how else to phrase it, “I am not going to dictate your private affairs, but I ask that they not affect your work performance.”

☄️ Saturn nervously fidgeted with his shirt’s collar. His gaze was averted from the intense one of his boss. Swallowing dryly, he spoke in reply, “I apologise, Master Cyrus. I… I understand this is most important. A friend from my past suddenly got in touch again.” A dusting of colour spread across his cheeks. The words would have meant nothing otherwise to the Galactic Boss, yet they felt strange when he recalled what his partner had told him recently. They had seemed as enamoured with their phone just as Saturn had. He did not mind – He had been busy as of late. It was good they had stopped themselves from being lonely without him around. Coincidences did happen, but Cyrus could not believe in such a thing.

☄️ Your name left his lips unconsciously. Saturn’s eyes blew up large. His surprise was more than written across his face. “… D-Do you know them, too?” he was in disbelief about the luck of his boss also knowing his friend. Saturn’s heart raced. It was highly inappropriate to engage his boss in information about you. Even if he wanted to grow closer to you and eventually start a relationship. Really, how did Cyrus know you – It made no sense! He braced himself. Though this might tank his ranking in his boss’s mind, he truly needed help. “Ah, can I ask where you think a good place to confess something to them would be?”

☄️ Cyrus went dead still. Saturn seemed impossibly small before him. Their eyes did not meet. His words were caught in his throat. His nervous demeanour, the name of the person in his phone, confessing something… His fist clenched. Feelings, writhing and painful, hit him all at once. Saturn was an important asset to him. Whatever he wanted to do could not be acted upon. Still, however, he wanted to stop this immediately before it became anything bigger than it needed to. His posture was straightened. “… They are my significant other,” the words left him far easier than they usually did, “What do you need to confess to them? I can pass it along, if you would prefer.” Saturn went into shock, preceding that.

Maxie

🪨 The Magma Leader was guilty of micromanaging. Very guilty. He had a certain obsession with orderliness and perfectionism that might drive most mad. Tabitha was one who could handle the pressure and crunch. His determination and dedication were plain to see. Maxie appreciated that. But, lately, something had seemed odd. The usual output he expected from him was not met. His behaviour was odd, too. Distant and unreachable. Maxie had sought to address it, which is why he had asked for Tabitha to come to his office. “… Is everything alright with you?” The question felt strange to ask, “I’ve noticed that your output has changed recently.”

🪨 Tabitha shifted uncomfortably. Part of him had expected the question to come, yet another wished it had not. He had been distracted lately. His mind simply worked against him. This strange person had been encountered by him many times on his way back to the Magma Hideout. He worried about their intentions since they hung outside rather frequently. Yet, something had begun to change the more they talked. It continued on and on. His heart raced. He was not sure on how to handle this. “I’m fine,” he began, then thought over his words again, “Well, it is not anything that is related to Team Magma if that’s your concern.”

🪨 Then, Maxie’s phone began to ring. He grew slightly flustered by it and quickly pressed to reject the call. A name was mumbled. Tabitha’s attention was piqued. That name… He knew that name. Was it a coincidence? That was not a grunt’s name as far as he was aware. “… You know, I have an acquaintance by that name,” Tabitha inquired, “I plan on meeting them later today, actually. Is it alright if I leave around four?” Maxie blinked at him. His eyes landed back on his phone. “… Please, it's… important to me. I wish to discuss something about our relationship.”

🪨 Maxie pushed up his glasses and rubbed his eyes. Why was this happening? You had just sent him a text saying that you were meeting up with a friend today. He was not an idiot, and it was plain what was happening. Tabitha clearly did not have a clue himself. The admin was not the type to profess his love for his boss’s partner to his face. Whatever upset and anger he felt was pushed down. There was no need for that. “… Hmmrph, yes, that was my significant other who called,” Maxie hoped he would pick up on this without having to say it, “Actually, they just texted me that they would be something this evening, too. How interesting.” Tabitha’s eyes shot wide. Words were not spoken. He then politely excused himself.

Archie

💧 The Aqua Leader would not claim to be the smartest guy. Not at all. But he could tell when things were off among his crew. Shelly was acting strange. The words to describe what was different were hard to find, but he could tell. Normally, he probably would have left it alone. There were times when she acted a little off but seemed to snap back out of it before he realised it. This time, it lingered. He caught her just as she was about to head out of the hideout. Her Aqua uniform was done away in favour of normal clothing. Her phone was quickly tucked away into her pocket. “Going somewhere?” he tilted his head, “No, wait, that doesn’t matter – Are you feelin’ okay? You have been kind of odd lately.”

💧 Shelly barely reacted to his words. She was more than used to whatever came from Archie. Though, it was a bit astonishing that he had noticed even such a subtle thing. His care for the members of Team Aqua was something. It was a reason why she had decided to believe in him and his dream. “Lately, I’ve noticed that there’s a person on the beach near here,” she decided that telling him a bit of the truth would not hurt, “They seemed lonely at first, so I ended up talking to them.” Archie nodded along, listening to her words carefully. She had unconsciously begun to twirl a strand of hair around her finger as she spoke. “Hmm…” she closed her eyes, “I don’t know, really. I made plans to go out and meet them at the department store to hang out.” Something about that felt familiar to Archie, but he could not recall why.

💧 Then it hit him. Your name left his lips. Shelly shot him an incredulous look. It was plain to see that she had not expected that name to leave his mouth. “Oh, did you chat with them, too?” she asked. They had been hanging out nearby. Archie probably had a common moment of friendliness and talked with them. But, she felt his shocked expression to be odd. It made her truly wonder what his connection to them could be. “… Hey, did they happen to say anything about me?” she asked, genuinely curious about the topic, “You know… They are kind of cute. They didn’t mention a partner or anything, did they?” Shelly hated the slight insecurity that pierced her when it came to them. Offence suddenly washed over her when Archie began laughing so hard that he clutched his stomach.

💧 He felt a bit bad. It was fairly obvious what Shelly’s feelings were here, but he did not think that he almost had the heart to tell her the truth. Granted, it might save her embarrassment from being in public, at least. “… Well, they did mention you a little,” that was the truth. Archie had been happy to hear that you befriended an admin of his. You getting along with his crew was great, after all. Apparently, a little too well. He could not get upset or angry. These things did happen, sometimes. “As for them havin’ a partner,” Archie scratched the side of his beard, “Yeah, they do. It’s me.” Shelly’s expression became something scary. “They were waiting on me to finish so we could go on a date,” he continued, “Are you alright?” She nearly walked herself into the nearby body of water, but Archie grabbed her.

Guzma

□ The Team Skull Boss would not really admit that he liked to get into his members’ business too much. They all had their own issues that brought them all together here, after all. If they did not want to talk, it was fine. One that he usually did try to step in or just had a silent understanding with was Plumeria. The two just seemed to get each other. That was why they even had come together to manage Team Skull. He felt odd seeing her quiet or lost in her own world. It did not really fit her. He caught her sipping on a Tapu Cocoa with a distant look in her eyes at one of the tables in Po town. He sighed as he sat down across from her. “Something up?” Guzma could not read her mind in the end, he guessed.

□ Plumeria’s gaze drifted to him as she gave a non-committal shrug at first. Then, she took another sip. Guzma honestly felt a bit awkward. She let out a sigh when he did not leave soon after. Really, the pink haired woman had been hoping to avoid this. These feelings… She wished they would just leave. Like Guzma. She was above this. He remained like they remained. Like a toxic sludge in her veins. “I’m fine, Guzma,” she spoke, hoping to appease him. His arms just crossed. He could see right through her, after all.

□ Guzma’s partner… Why did they catch her eye like that? She was not stupid. They were obviously completely enamoured by Guzma. The two were almost inseparable whenever they were together. Though, the moments when she caught sight of them alone made her stomach twist and turn. A bright smile at her while the moon caught them under its light. She felt horrible. Guzma needed something nice. You were just that. The Skull Boss still gazed at her. “… Your partner is hot,” she had no idea where she was going with this. He only cocked a brow up at her words. Her return to complete silence afterwards hit him hard. His mouth fell open, and his eyes shot wide.

□ “Oh, oh – OH,” Guzma realised. He could not even be upset at her. It was clear she disliked it. He got it, though. Out of anyone, he got it. His partner was great. He felt his hand tangle in his hair to scratch at his head. You were nice to his group. Your kindness naturally was an appealing trait to everyone. It was not a common thing they were greeted by. Plumeria’s grip on her mug almost seemed strong enough to break it. “Nah, hey, it’s okay,” he reassured her, “It’s nothing big.” She was not comforted by his words still. Guzma felt bewildered on what to do. A crush on you… Well, he was not going to just let her date you, but he was not going to get snappy at her. Plumeria placed the mug down after a few more moments and strolled away. This would probably come up again later.

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🪨 The Great Maxie would never admit it aloud, but he truly has not had that many sexual encounters. Whether he has even had one before you is truly up in there because he gets far too flustered talking about it. There is little understanding of his previous proclivities, needless to say. Rather, his skills are quite a bit lacking, too, and he feels embarrassed further if you comment on them. He does have a vague understanding of everything, at least. There is a nervousness present in the air, however.

🪨 Maxie does like sex, despite his apparent jittery nature towards it. When he gets himself so wound up with stress and worries about his team and plans and whatever else, taking a moment to just let out some pent-up feelings in bed calms him down. Pleasure rushes through his veins as his disappears into you. Whatever stress was plaguing all his thoughts simply vanish when your hands tug at his red strands. Nothing exists in those moments, but the two of you – gone is the strict Magma Boss. Instead, lies a flustered Maxie who can only groan from the feeling of your bodies connected.

🪨 The places you can usually find the man open for sex are nothing overly odd from him. Obviously, your home is preferred as he simply feels as though he can let go of whatever pretences that bind him. Though, he is not above admitting his office has been a common theme for you both. Having you against his desk or pinning him to his couch is something that he lets himself simply enjoy. Taunting moments of you hidden under his desk as he tries to work. It is all to no avail, but he will not lie and say that being in his office gives him more of a sense of authority than he feels at home. The riskiest option he ever did was probably in Fiery Path during an expedition or on Mt Chimney while camping with you. Those times always strangely make him feel so agitated – in both a good and bad way. Something about the heat in the air mixed in with the heat of your bodies makes his heart race.

🪨 Quite inexperienced at giving head and relatively disinterest in doing it at first due to how intimidating the thought seems. He would never admit that the reason was that, but once he becomes more confident in his sexual relationship with you, he comes to be pretty into it. His technique still might be lacking… yet, he still is a perfectionist so he dutifully throws himself into finding out whatever pleases you and relishes in the pride of actually making moan and clutch his hair to pull him deeper in. As for receiving, he is quite weak. His face almost becomes a similar shade of colour to his hair as your tongue licks a stripe up his cock. Loud moans and cries come from him as you take the head into your mouth. He certainly will not ever stop you if you want to give him head.

🪨 Maxie can be a switch, but he leans towards bottoming. He… just is not very dominant most of the time. Most of the time in his office, he tries to keep some control. You may be pressed against his desk as he ruts into you from behind, back against your own as the frame of the surface digs into your body. His groans and breaths tickle your neck. Something in him wants to remind you he is the Magma Leader. But… He also obviously is not opposed to letting you take over. Many times you will have the redhead under you while pressing your hands into his chest for traction and bouncing on his cock. He is completely under your orders in these situations. You can even get him to agree to certain other activities, even.

🪨 Kinks… Well, he almost certainly has a power play kink. Except, it reverses between who is in charge depending on his mood. He would never admit how much he enjoys getting ordered around a bit by you. Though, it might make him feel an urge to prove himself and suddenly take charge. He also has a slight leaning towards seeing you dressed in Magma uniforms. The sight of you with his emblem on you makes his mind race with various thoughts. Especially when you opt to clearly tease him in it. He is truthfully not overly kinky, but he is willing to try a few things with his partner. (Introducing him to bondage may just awake something in him…)

🪨 Maxie’s libido does skew towards the lower side. He is not some horn dog… Not like that Archie. But he does still have a sex drive that rears his head and makes him want to share intimate moments with you. Even if they occur at inopportune moments… He grumbles horribly if you are unavailable and has to get himself off. Though, a session later makes up for his whining. Seducing him is as simple as leaning over in front of him. He is effortless to arouse, despite how rarely it happens on its own. He might even break for a moment if you wear some knitted lingerie. Quickies can happen, but his preference leans towards taking time to do everything right.

🪨 His dirty talk will likely make you laugh more than anything. Maxie is trying his best, but he simply has a certain manner of speaking that is… not exactly sexy. A “hrmph” before compliment might make you burst out laughing. Granted, his pleasured sounds do make up his lacking ability in that department. He is vocal in bed, at least. Some might say it is difficult to shut him up. A geological reference may even get tossed in. “You… You are hotter than the average temperature of Mt. Chimney,” he manages to get out while buried to the hilt onside you. You must forgive his efforts.

🪨 He hates a reoccurring fantasy he has involving you and Archie. The Magma Leader swears that he does not want anything to do with that ocean obsessed wannabe pirate, yet the idea of a threesome involving him makes his heart race. You wedged between him and the pirate – (or the much more ignored scenario of him between you and the pirate) – makes his face somehow pale then flush red. He hates that this occupies his mind at all. Maxie keeps this to himself and hopes it never comes out.

🪨 His “no ‘s” are quite plain. Choking makes him feel ill not matter who is doing what, calling him daddy might make him spiral into a panic attack over his age, public sex just not blend with his worries over his image, and he is not one for degrading you. He feels open to most other things.

🪨 Aftercare from him can vary on a few things. First of all, he will draw a hot bath to clean up and unwind after most sessions, and he does not mind you joining him. Cuddling is also much appreciated (especially after a more intense one). He might need a moment to collect himself – he just feels temporarily consumed. You may have to comfort him a little, too, but he will awkwardly try to return the favour.

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Lysandre

☕️ The red-haired man opted for a vacation due to a frustration with various happenings in Kalos. His obsession with beauty and creating a perfect world still continued to haunt him despite his best attempts to put it all behind him. Jail had only been avoided due to his deep connections with many authorities, but he could feel the shame constantly. Sycamore had come to him in tears afterwards while his lover seemed horrified by his plans. Having two people so close to him utterly mortified by his actions snapped him back to reality before he activated the weapon. He was truly stopped right in the nick of time. But, now, he was in Alola. At one of its most expensive resorts, too. It was time to work on managing his obsession. 

☕️ His time had mostly been kept at the resort, too. Lysandre would not lie and say he was some rugged explorer. It was plain to see that he was a man more than used to the finer things in life. The beach was thoroughly enjoyed by lounging and having a few drinks. He had a few rounds at the golf course, too, naturally. Though, his favourite time was spent locked away in his suite with you. A quiet escape from the constant burden of people and to enjoy fully the person he loved most. Though, his time felt consumed by endless tasks, even on vacation. Especially when the sudden appearance of a familiar International Police agent happened. A request was politely made to chat with a business acquaintance of his and see whether she had any ill intentions was struck up. He agreed, not wishing to see anything ugly happen to such a beautiful region. 

☕️ His trip to Aether Paradise had been a fine one. The president spoke with him normally, seeming to find a certain kindred spirit in him. There must have been no better bond than someone who horribly messed up and had to back out while working for a redemption. His heart felt strangely more at ease. He parted with her after their chat, with his determination on the situation entirely decided. Walking around on the conversation floor, he searched for you, as you had tagged along to see the majesty of the structure. His gaze flowed down the pathway before him to spy a familiar uniform. He froze. That shade of red was recognisable anywhere to him. The familiar hair made his stomach twist. What were you doing? Whatever doubts may have lingered about this being another person tormenting him faded as they turned around. Your face greeted him, eyes lighting up with recognition. You rushed over to him. 

☕️ “Lysandre,” you called out, “Oh… I know you said not to wander, but I got curious about this place… Isn't the nature here wonderful?” He blinked. Did he say that? He did not believe that he had. You were free to explore any of the public areas, as he was unsure of how long his meeting with the Aether President would take. A nod came from him at your words. “What happened to your clothing?” you reached forward to feel his shirt, “… Is something wrong? I thought you planned to stay in your office while planning to preserve this world's beauty, too.” Lysandre froze. Perfect, too? Office? Your attire suddenly hit him harder. What was going on here? 

☕️ Yet, his distress was set only to grow. Another person called out his name from behind. There stood you in a familiar attire set for Alola. You waved at him before walking over, clearly having been searching for him. The you in front of him took a step back from the confusion, blinking at the you behind him's appearance. Lysandre could barely process the situation himself. The you in clothing he recognised stepped to his side and grasped his arm. Your gaze stared at the copy of you in a Flare Admin uniform while they stared back at you. “… Is this some sort of trick?” they spoke, apparently unamused, “Who are you? Is this an attempt by that annoying officer to stop us?” 

☕️ Lysandre closed his eyes for a moment. They seemed convinced that they were his partner and spoke of his previous plans. Their clothing was a uniform that he had retired. You stood at his side in the vacation wear he had recalled you wearing before parting, and you seemed just as horrified by their presence as he was. “… I believe you have mistaken me for someone else,” his voice held authority as his gaze narrowed, “Is this some sort of prank? Neither of us finds it funny. Do not harm my partner in an attempt to attack me.” He pressed you closer to him unconsciously, unsure of just what their reaction would be. Their eyes went wide, but before they could open their mouth to argue, something went off into their earpiece. Whatever was spoken made them back away in a rush, vanishing through the twists and turns of the conversation area. 

☕️ For a moment, Lysandre spiralled. You had never sided with him… You had been adamantly opposed the moment you learnt of his plans. But, possibly, in some alternate universe, a version of you did. You had supported his plans, and perhaps they had even been successful. Preserve this world's beauty, too… He closed his eyes. No. No – His plans had been stopped. Xerosic had attempted to convince him to, but he – Everything was interrupted by a lovely voice calling him by a nickname. His eyes opened back to reality. True beauty remained at his side. You would never allow him to follow such a path again. He wanted to follow that person, yet he felt that nothing good would follow. Instead, he opted to see some of Alola's natural beauty with you.

Archie

💧 Alola was a change-up for Archie. He needed to get away from the horrible guilt he kept feeling when he looked at Hoenn's beaches. While he had changed his group's initiative from expanding the ocean to instead working to preserve natural aquatic habitats and cleaning up pollution, the glares of those around Hoenn did get to him. His apologies meant nothing, which he understood, but he was trying desperately to repent for his actions. Though, it had unfortunately become too much after a recent incident. A vacation was a suggestion he made to you, his spouse, and you saw no reason to deny the trip. 

💧 He had fallen in love instantly with Alola. The endless seas, the natural beauty, the careful preservation of nature. It was no surprise that he found himself at home in the beaches of the island region. His pokemon were let out to join him as he enjoyed the temperate waters. You had joined him sporadically, but your enjoyment for the sea had run out much sooner than his, and you had departed back to the motel. He managed to get his fill when you returned and suggested a visit to the Seafolk Village. Archie wanted to make sure that you were enjoying this trip away as much as he was. 

💧 You had hung behind to chat with someone in the restaurant while he stepped out to look at the glistening seas. The shape of the houseboats was fascinating, and the idea of living out on the sea almost did call to him. Perhaps it would get him away from all the lingering shame for a while. His feet carried him out towards the end of the wooden port to stay out at the setting sun. This region really was beautiful. The stress from his mind almost drifted away as he sat down to let his feet rest in the water. Yet, someone called his name. His attention shifted to his left. You stood there, in clothing that bewildered him. An Aqua Admin uniform? And… why were you getting off one of those Aether boats? You were in the restaurant, were you not? 

💧 “Archie,” you spoke properly and tilted your head, “Did you get a tan that fast? How did you do that…? Oh, and your beard grew…” He felt bewildered. What about a tan? His beard was well trimmed still — also. One a second glance at your outfit, he went quiet. That was not the wetsuit uniform at all. Was that denim…? Paired with a blue banana? He was silenced. It felt like an earlier decade take on his team's uniform. “Are you getting ready to use Kyogre? That man said you shouldn't, though,” you continued. Archie felt dizzy. Kyogre?! He had not thought about the Sea Basin pokemon since he came to Alola. It certainly was not in his possession either… As much as he adored it, he simply would not allow himself it. 

💧 His panic grew worse when another called out his name. He knew that voice. Eyes whipped over to the Wailord shaped boat. You rushed over to him, grinning brightly. Your clothing were the ones he recalled you wearing. The other you seemed taken aback as you hugged him tightly. Slight relief entered his mind. You were not being all weird after all. “Who are you?” the other you snapped, reaching for a pokeball. He was brought back to reality. Right. Something unusual was happening. 

💧 “Stop,” Archie ordered. They froze, listening to him. He could not grasp this situation entirely. Two versions of his partner… One in some odd Aqua uniform and the other wearing the clothes he knows they were earlier. One telling him about using Kyogre. His head heart. This area of thinking was not his usual one. He cared more about marine biology than complicated things like theoretical situations, but he identified it due to some show he watched. “I guess you're an alternate version of them,” the Aqua Leader really had no idea what he was saying, “You said your Archie doesn't look like me, yeah?” They blinked at his words. “You said I had a tan that he didn't or whatever,” he shrugged. Suddenly, they tossed out their pokeball to reveal a Sharpedo and surfed away on it, leaving you both alone. 

💧 Archie was really lost. None of that made sense. Was there another him with a Kyogre here? Panic rushed through his mind. But, he was forced back to reality by you tugging on his Alolan shirt. Right. That could be handled later. Whatever was happening was concerning, yet he felt a strange urge to stay out of it. Coming face to face with a version of himself who succeeded in getting Kyogre... He felt strangely ill. Clinging to you, Alola suddenly felt a lot less like paradise. 

Maxie

🪨 Something haunted Maxie as he tried to go about his day to day after everything. Naturally, people were upset with him. His actions were deeply misguided ultimately, and he felt foolish for not stopping when Tabitha had warned him. His madness to complete his work – To prove himself to everyone and bring about his ideals were too strong. What a fool he had been. He swore against going to such extremes ever again and dedicating Team Magma to bettering humanity through other means. Alola was a recommendation by his partner. A change of pace but not too dissimilar to Hoenn for it to be unbearable to Maxie. Somewhere nice for him to get away from his stress. 

🪨 Alola had been a pleasant change in the end. While he may not have been the biggest fan of most water activities, which led him away from the beach, Akala offered a volcano for him to eagerly observe the rock formations at for hours. The Aether Paradise had been a place of interest, too, as the large structure floated in the water. Its dedication to pokemon preservation was fascinating, as well, and the many scientists in the facility were good conversation for him. He also travelled through the Haina Desert alongside the Lush Jungle to observe the variety of the islands. 

🪨 A suggestion by him for another trip to the Wela Volcano Park for a hike together had been accepted by you. The heat was a bit unbearable to most, but Maxie quite enjoyed hotter environments. Everything had been going well, light conversation was shared, and he felt at ease with you at his side. Then, you mentioned needing to take a quick break to rehydrate and sit down for a moment. While he planned to stay with you as you rested, you encouraged him to go on ahead to enjoy more of the volcano. He agreed. Yet, a sight bewildered him as he went further up the mountain. A familiar uniform came into his line of sight, but it was slightly off. The fabric was different. He felt utterly confused when the person turned around to face him. You… How…? He was stunned into silence. That seemed utterly impossible. You had been behind him, after all, and he did not think your bag was large enough to carry a change of clothes. 

🪨 You trailed over to him in a trained stride. Something that was expected of his grunts. The Magma emblem on your chest made him pause. Of course, the horned hood should have been a dead giveaway, too, but Maxie had held on to a small hope that he was simply seeing something else. “Leader Maxie?” you called to him, stopping a few steps out, “I thought you sent me here to investigate the terrains of this world before you initiated your plans. Did something change?” Maxie blinked. His plans…? He supposed he had intended to ask you out to dinner, but that did not seem related. Leader Maxie? Hearing his title come from you felt unbelievably odd. “Are those specialised glasses?” you continued, “Actually, what happened to your uniform?” He took a step back. His uniform? Well, he certainly had no intention of wearing that on his vacation. Then, his panic worsened. Another voice called out to him from behind. 

🪨 You waved at him and jogged over, apparently recuperated. Two of you…? Except, logically, the you that had just appeared was almost certainly the real one. The doppelgänger recoiled at the sight of you standing at Maxie's side. You stood bewildered yourself. “Leader Maxie?” they called out again, “… What… What is going on?” He struggled to comprehend everything himself. It was truly maddening. Yet… He would not call himself unimaginative or ignorant to certain concepts. The multiverse theory entered his mind. Was it possible that…? He almost wished to deny it. There was no way that in some other universe, his plans had actually continued on without being stopped. The idea was simply too terrifying. 

🪨 “… I believe,” Maxie spoke carefully, “You have mistaken me for someone else.” They seemed lost, as did you. He sighed. There was no need for an entire explanation, was there? His hand unconsciously moved to grasp yours in a hidden motion. Everything felt like it was spinning. The redhead swallowed. “Let's go,” he tugged on your hand, “I wish to see the peak again before it is too late.” You seemed to catch on to his wish and followed him immediately, not wishing to be left with your odd look-alike. They did not seem to follow. 

🪨 He nearly fell to his knees once they were out of sight. Heavy breaths came from him. Did you support him in some alternate world? The thought terrified him. Then you seemed to agree with his plans of expanding the land even here in Alola. He simply felt shaken to his core. Before he could fall further into emotional turmoil, you called his name, pulling him back to reality. A shaky breath was sucked in. None of that mattered. No. He had changed and learnt from his errors. You had expressed your opinions to him, he recalled. His plans always seemed like some blown up argument between him and Archie. He soothed his hair. Embracing you, Maxie forced down his panicked thoughts. For now, he would enjoy the volcano park with you.

Cyrus 

☄️ Alola... The salty breeze and tropical heat brought him back to a place he would rather forget. One that would torment him possibly throughout the rest of his life. Cyrus fought against the mental chains that sought to bind him. He had been born anew, in a sense. The pain that he used to allow to dictate everything he did was suppressed. It could not be forced away – be it through remaking this world without spirit, nor could it leave through his best efforts. He managed it. That was all he could do. The life he had, after all, was not so bad. Galactic allowed him as their head, and Cynthia managed to convince the International Police to let him go. Something lingered in her eyes that had bothered him. But, he was enjoying his pseudo-vacation. In truth, he had been asked for his aid personally on the Hokulani Observatory's recent project… And by a certain officer to help manage suspicious goings-on. 

☄️ His romantic partner, you, naturally had decided to tag along. While he had not mentioned the information about possible investigative work, you seemed to enjoy the thought of a proper tropical getaway. Cyrus ultimately had been unable to say “no,” past the first time. His pay cheque was still handsome enough that he booked a place at the Hano Grand Resort, and he planned that it should keep you well enough entertained while he attended the meetings required of him. Molayne had been quite impressed by him while his younger cousin, Sophocles was fascinated by the company president. What Looker asked of him had not been so unbearable, either. It had taken him to the Aether Paradise to investigate lightly about his general feeling about their true nature. It appeared they were moving away from their more sinister actions, in his opinion. 

☄️ His plan was to leave and meet Looker about his findings, but a figure on the elevator caught his attention as he was going to leave. Familiar hair colour appearing up from the lower floor. The docks, likely. However, something truly gave him pause. A familiar uniform. No, he had not retired them, but you had never really worn any, nor did he think that you would pack it. Your eyes lit up when you spotted him standing near the front desk. Shoes clicked against the floor as you rushed over to him. His stomach twisted. Why were you doing this to him? Had you not been the one to encourage him to change?! You stopped just before him. 

☄️ “Master Cyrus?” Your voice sounded far too formal for his liking. Hearing that title come from you made him feel more distressed. “I thought you wished to remain in your office. This world was too filled with spirit to be bearable, you said,” it was trained manner of speaking, not to let emotions enter. He had been changing, he swore. Your suggestions for him to move forward despite his shame helped him finally leave the Distortion World. Not once had he let his mind linger too long on his hatred of sprint. Why would you claim him to say such a thing? Sickening feelings swirled around inside him. Then, another voice from behind called out his name. His head turns to see your visage again, plainly dressed for Alola. 

☄️ That version of you rushed over to him, grasping him arm in a playful manner and smiling up at him. Clearly, this encounter had been unexpected but exciting. His hand shakily went to your cheek to cup it. Warmth. His attention went back to the other you in the Galactic uniform. They stood frozen, blinking a few times and trying to process what was happening. “… What is this…?” their voice filled with confusion. You stared at them in as much shock as they were. “Master Cyrus…?” 

☄️ “… How odd that I let you call me that,” Cyrus's scientific brain quickly worked to unravel this mystery. Something was amiss here, and they did not seem like an illusion or anything similar. A theory of many worlds entered his mind. A version of you that sided with him. One that perhaps had succeeded. A chill ran down his spine as his arm pressed you closer to him, afraid that if you strayed too far you may vanish. “An alternate version of…” he called your name, “… One that supported me.” They took a step back in shock, eyes going wide. No discussion followed as they rushed away in the depths of VLFS. He decided that chasing them would be a box that he was not ready to open just yet. 

☄️ You called his name, reaching a hand to cup the back of his neck. He felt his breaths growing short and quick. Embarrassment flooded his mind. Here? Of all places? He wanted to curse the spirit in his chest – But, he was stopped. Your voice pulled him back from the madness he had been driven back to the precipice of. His new world… It was long gone. Perfection lied here in this one. It lied at his side. The way you called him your sun forced him back here. The meeting with Looker needed to be postponed. He needed time alone with you first.

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Two Galactic grunts sighed after their shift leader finally opted to give them a break. It felt like they had been forgotten about, but finally, one of them had got fed up and demanded it. Instantly, they were relieved. They wandered through the warp panels mindlessly for a moment. Then, something caught their attention. A distant sound. Neither were quite sure what it was, but they definitely heard it. Stopping in a storage room, one of them peered over the boxes to see a person sitting on the floor with their back pressed against the wall. A phone was in their hands as they typed desperately. The grunt felt bewildered.

An intruder…? There had been a few reporters who had got in before alongside some kids, but this did not seem like either of those situations. Their head perked up at the sound of one of the grunts gasping. Eyes met each other. They walked over.

“Please take me to Cyrus.”

The words made both of the grunts freeze in place. Cyrus… As in, Master Cyrus? The head of Galactic – That Cyrus? Neither of them had ever had a one-on-one chance meeting with him, let alone daring to go to his office. Yet, this strange so confidently and boldly asked. The less keen of the two was about to back away and leave the stranger, but the other stopped them. If they left someone like this, they would be disciplined in some way. Yet, before they could agree, the warp panel behind then activated. Both turned around and nearly fainted at who stood there. Cyrus himself had decided to show up.

“… Saturn alerted me to a lot of strange warp activity,” his voice was the one that often inspired them out to make the new world that he promised. “You two may step away. I will handle this from here.” The grunts nodded and headed back to the exit, ready to continue their break. Though, as they stepped on the bright yellow panel, they saw the stranger bury their face into Cyrus’s chest. He simply stood awkwardly. Neither of them wished to remain and see what fall out would follow.

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A hand rubbed at your back as frustrated tears escaped your eyes. Those stupid warp panels… You had wanted to surprise Cyrus at work with a (still-warm) lunch that you had made. It took nearly ten minutes to convince the receptionist to let you in, much less the time you spent confused by in the warp maze that this building had some unknown reason. You nuzzled your face more into his shirt.

“… There, there,” he sounded a bit uncertain, “Did something happen…?” You looked up at him with puffy eyes. His controlled expression fell apart for a moment. “Come along,” he lightly moved you away, “My office will be better to speak than here.” Truthfully, the storage room likely had a few Spinaraks creeping around, and he was not particularly in the mood for them.

In the end, you got to enjoy your lunch with him while getting some admittedly rare Cyrus cuddles due to how upset you had seemed. Saturn nearly dropped the papers that he was holding when he walked in to see you sitting in his boss’s lap, feeding him your cooking.

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Guilt wrecked Cyrus’s mind. Strong feelings – feelings in general even – his distaste was endlessly apparent as he stewed within his thoughts. Saturn had attempted to deliver and update on a mission yet stopped dead in his tracks when he caught a glance of his boss’s expression. Cyrus wanted to scoff. How foolish. He could not deny that it was for the best. His plans would only sink his mood further. Everything was progressing well. He should have been content – proud even.

It felt like a punch directly to his gut. Your mortified expression… Your harsh words. The idea of a world without spirit, you had simply despised it. Feelings… He hated them, especially when they overwhelmed you. Your tears were staining the folds of his brain as you told him that existing in a world where you could not love him sounded far too hellish. He felt shame. Love… He struggled with it, yet he could not deny that he was swayed by it.

He was being swayed by it currently.

His laptop was closed. His tablet was left off to the side. He paced back and forth. Why? Why did you always have this powerful effect on him? Part of him wanted to yell at himself for height so illogical, while the other felt ready to throw away everything to make your tears stop. Leaving him… Your harsh words about leaving him haunted his mind as much as your tears. You threatened to head home, gather your things and just vanish. Cyrus’s hand clenched at the leg of his uniform. Losing you… His ideal world was at the precipice of existing, but losing you.

He swallowed his pride.

No.

Losing you was absolutely not an option.

He alerted Saturn that he was taking off for the day and departed from the building. His feet carried him mindlessly back home. When was the last time he had come home? He could not recall. So much time had been spent focusing solely on his plans. You must have felt unimportant to him, too. Cyrus was not a fool. He knew well enough that losing you would ruin everything. You had been a sole comfort in this world that only wished to mock him. Through his worst moments, you had been at his side. Whenever his trauma crept into his mind, you grasped him firmly and pulled him back to reality.

He was shocked to see that you were genuinely beginning to pack things when he opened the door. His blood felt like ice. He felt as if he was floating away. You seemed shocked to see him, likely believing his words of feigned apathy. He regretted them. Why had he said them? You just stared at him, unspeaking. Within seconds, his arms were around you. His eyes were wide. When was the last time he felt this panicked? He did not want to recall that period of his life.

You stayed still for a moment longer, then let out a sigh. Your arms came around him. Only then did he feel relief. A gentle hand rubbed his back. He tried to force down the shaky breaths that had only grown more accelerated. Your voice called his name. Reality felt so far away. He needed you. Part of him hated this, yet he knew better than to reject it. Your presence alone provided a sense of peace that no where else could he find. Cyrus held you tighter to himself. He felt like a pitiful child grasping desperately at a mother’s skirt. The harsh pang of feeling that the visceral image drew out made everything worse.

“Please,” the beg that left him was foreign to his usual demeanour, “Don’t go.”

You reassured him that you would not leave.

His eyes met yours, distant and uncertain. Lips pressed to your own. He lost himself in you for a moment. His forehead rested on yours while you softly held his cheek. You said one simple request.

“Stop your plans.”

Cyrus felt far too weak to deny you.

His new world… He could not tell if he desired you or it more. But, this current situation pointed to you.

“For you,” was his reply. Lips pressed against your own again, silencing you.

Whether it truly was the end or not… It was impossible to tell.

For now, it was.

All he wanted was for your warm embrace and presence to surround him. You seemed more than willing to give him just that.

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It was supposed to be an exciting change. You had hoped it would be, at least. Pregnancy was not exactly something that you had been purposefully trying for and truly hoping to happen, yet… Yet, the obvious signs were undeniable. The news was supposed to be eagerly shared with your boyfriend. Perhaps a moment of shock and confusion would follow, but them happiness. Joy. Anticipation. You had all the crushed in one fell swoop.

Your lover’s plans. They had simply been too much. It was not something that you could solely blame on ignorance. You had avoided some glaringly obvious signs in an attempt to not acknowledge the worst of him. Yet, it had become more than obvious what was going on at this point. Listening in on conversations or just observing him unconsciously. Nervousness crept in your mind. There was absolutely no chance that you would allow your child to grow up in such a precarious situation, nor would the stress be manageable in such a state. You took a step back.

Well, you took more than just a step – And more directions than just backwards.

You needed away. Right then and there.

Cyrus

☄️ The shock of your leaving left Cyrus in a horrible mental state. You had just gone. Nothing to explain as to why was left behind. He could only wonder and wonder while forcing himself to keep going further and further into his goals. His new world – he would find peace there. He did not need you. (Granted, he would pretend that he had not made a dedicated group within Galactic to search for you and delayed everything just a bit in the off chance that you showed up.) But, it had not come. An interfering child and the annoyance that was the Lake Trio had interrupted him as he attempted to force the legendary pokemon of Sinnoh into making his world. He had sworn to try again, yet for now, he felt lost. Saturn had been left in charge of everything temporarily as he stepped back.

☄️ It was only then that he found you. Pure chance. Narrowly broken down into the lowest of percentages. You had not left Sinnoh, much to his shock. You had moved somewhere that he simply would not step foot. Well, until now. His eyes widened at your state. He was not ignorant of the reproductive capabilities of humans, but he had honestly never expected to see you in such a manner. He had been careful… Could that have been someone else’s child? The thought alone nearly sent him into another spiral. You seemed just as shocked, clearly not expecting him to ever enter the sunny port city. Cyrus swallowed. You sighed. While he expected to run off, you approached him boldly and grasped his hand. You both moved away from the busy streets to the isolation of the lighthouse. No one stood around it at this time of day.

☄️ It was only then that his shock faded. The midday sun hung over you both. His memories of you and this place silenced him still. Cyrus was no fool. It was plain to see why you had vanished. His estimate on how far along you were put the timing just right. “… Why…?” he was not even sure that he wished to be a father but not even discussing this with him felt impossibly cruel. Your reply was curt – practised and trained, as if this exact scenario had been in your head over and over again. His plans. He would have preferred his Weavile to just punch him directly in the stomach to the pain of your words. Right. His plans. Even he could acknowledge that his thoughts about a pregnancy would have been clouded. He nodded. Before he could try to depart once more, unable to handle all these horrible emotions building up inside him. The sun’s heat on his body. He felt faint. You caught him once again and gave one simple demand. Stay.

☄️ He relented to you. What else could he do? His new world was lost. You embraced him, burying your face into his shoulder. Cyrus weakly returned the affection. Everything had been for not. Now all he had in this horrible world was you… You and… He struggled to even think it. Your child – his child. The change terrified him. Yet, he could not run. How had you managed alone for all these months? He felt horrible. His new world… It was not reachable, but you were. You still wanted him. In asking him to stay, it was clear that you were looking past his actions enough to let him back in your life. He closed his eyes. You had been right. This was a change – a needed one.

Lysandre

☕️ The Flare Boss fought back the reaction that had entered his head at the sight of the hastily emptied drawers of the bedroom. It was the only sign to give him a hint of what happened. You had gone – narrowly disappeared. Grunts had been ordered to search, and a few calls had been made to certain associates of the redhead, yet nothing had come up. Why had you chosen to flee at a time as precarious as this? He had finally discovered a way to power the Ultimate Weapon. Finally… and you vanish. Without a doubt, you were one of the people he planned to have in his perfect world. There was no time to wait. He felt annoyed. Then, the time came for everything to happen. Everything was meant to go his way. Yet, it did not. A group of children stopped him. The very children hand-picked by Augustine Sycamore himself to go on a journey. The professor even dared to show up, in tears, and tells him off. It was only then that he had been convinced to stop. A desperate hug from his old friend finally brought him back to reality.

☕️ It was only then that you seemingly reappeared in his life. Where had you been? Well, plainly, with the previously mentioned professor. Sycamore had his suspicions about Lysandre’s plans that you only confirmed. He had helped you during the last few months for a reason that was plain to see. The redhead pinched the bridge of his nose. He would not claim that he had been careful, nor would he feign surprise at your state. He would, however, feel shocked when you expressed that you wished for him to still be in the child’s life. Did he truly deserve such a thing after what he nearly did? Both you and the professor seemed to think so. Your only request was to take things slow. He felt inclined to agree.

☕️ There was something in him that felt like a fool when he tried to order you a coffee at his café. You had only chuckled at that before, instead ordering some kind of tea. Things were not as they were before, but he felt relief that there was some kind of normalcy settling in again. You had made it clear that if he ever began to walk down a similar path of madness, that you would depart from his side and take your child with you. He could not say that was not an empty threat, as quite a few people were clearly in a state to help you do just that. “… I do wonder that if you had told me that you were pregnant back, would have stopped me,” the words came from him without much thought. You shook your head. The harsh truth was that it probably would have inclined him to act faster, wanting nothing more than for his child to be in his ideal world. Shame crept down his spine. Of course, you were right.

☕️ Whatever nerves he had when initially reintroduced to you had faded. A child… He pondered many things related to them. Being a father had not truly crossed his mind. He had allowed himself to grow older with little concentration on familial matters. Now, however, it was a fact – Unavoidable. He still found this world repulsive at times, but he was genuinely trying to let himself work past that. For both you and your child… And Sycamore. His life now felt strangely full. He felt truly relieved that he had been stopped before he reached a point of no return and sacrificed himself for his foolish cause. This change was a good one, you noted. It gave him something healthier to focus his energy on.

Volo

⭐️ His eyes had scanned the abandoned campsite. You had been there before he left to go investigate a ruin, but now that he had returned, you were nowhere to be seen. The fire burned brightly still, the cloth of the tent was unharmed, and food even remained mostly undisturbed. Items were left as they were. No sign of an attack. His hands clenched the leather straps of his pack. Where had you gone? He searched for quite a while, but somehow, you alluded even his most dedicated efforts. Within the back of his mind, he grew worried that one of those bandit sisters had gotten to you. That was unlikely, yet… He could not allow himself to stray from his goal. That Survey Corps member… They were so close to collecting all the plates. With Arceus’s power claimed as his own, he would find you and return you to his side. Though, that was never to come. His carefully made plans… unravelled by some outsider. Arceus chose them in front of him to mock him even more. He, too, needed to disappear.

⭐️ Then, at his lowest point, he found you. A hidden alcove of Hisui. He thought he knew them all, yet Cogita had pointed him to one even unknown to himself. There, you had made quite a small home for yourself. Nothing permanent yet, but clearly a home. Volo stopped as you visible tensed up at the sight of him. His eyes narrowed. Panic coursed through him. Had that woman sent him here to show him something? Both of you stood unmoving. Neither dared break the silence and accept the reality. He sighed. You clearly had some kind of support system, as you were not struggling to survive, despite how clearly far along you were in a pregnancy. He sat down on a stump of a cut-down tree near you.

⭐️ Reality finally dawned on you both. The two of you were here together and clearly needed to discuss something. “… My, to think… This is where you were,” Volo started the conversation that neither of you wished to happen, “I was beginning to wonder if those inept bandits had done something to you. It appears that someone had helped you outsmart me, however.” Nothing about your state left his mouth. Perhaps if it went unacknowledged, it would simply not exist. He rested his chin on his hand. Being a father was not something that he had ever expected to happen to him. You seemed to accept the inevitable of this discussion, too. Your eyes turned harsh as you explained that you had learnt the extent of his plans. His eye widened. Not exactly from shock, but more so that it was his plans that made you flee.

⭐️ “… I’m not going to apologise,” he said simply, “But… You do know that humans can be quite vengeful, yes? I do wonder how that Galaxy Team might react to learning that I have a child… Especially after I escaped their laws’ grip.” The threat was hung in the air. Volo was not sure what he wanted. You clearly were not either. Something inside him did twist at the thought of his child being held accountable for his actions. He watched a few Starly fly by the quiet area. A stream ran through here, as well. You did not attempt to chase him off or run away again. He took off his heavy pack and offered you the items inside. There was no chance that he would ever return to the Ginkgo Guild. You scavenged the bag eagerly. He settled in. Something of a tentative agreement was understood without being spoken. It would be easier to work together, especially with a child soon to be in the picture. Cogita clearly had planned this out herself for whatever reason that was unbeknownst to him.

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🟥 The Rocket Boss may allow himself many leisures, but a romantic partner had not been one. The idea of risking something like that seemed like too much of a gamble that he simply did not wish to account for in his goings-on. Few people could even catch his eye in such a meaningful way. Whatever small affair he may have had with his executive had never been done with any intention of actually initiating something more seriously. The child that resulted was simply to be his heir, even if said child seemed to only want to reject the offer. Yet, when some overly defiant trainer was apparently keen to attempt to interfere with his plans. Well, they certainly had his attention whether they wanted it or not.

🟥 You seemed to want to mock him. The small bruise to his ego might as well have been a brutal, bleeding claw mark to him, however. It starts off as some strange game of cat and mouse. The roles could vary between you both, but he truly respected your strength and confidence. Which is how you ended up baited into a nice dinner with Giovanni. Things naturally only built from there… Why keep opposing him – Justice? Perhaps morality? He could provide much better things than that. You seemed more than tempted by the offer, which he simply enjoyed. He was more than happy to have you at his side.

🟥 PDA depends on the situation with him. During a meeting? If he can use it as an intimidation tactic, absolutely? You can sit on his lap while he has an arm wrapped around your waist. You are free to do whatever as long as it does not distract him too much. Giovanni will not be so into it if it is a time he wishes to appear more menacing, though. Basically, just read the room and find out what he is doing first. In the general public, he does like to keep a hand on you in some way. His line of work has made him many enemies, and he would hate to see you pay for it. An arm seems to find its way around your shoulder or a hand grasps at your wrist tightly. Kissing is more limited, though.

🟥 In private, Giovanni still varies quite a bit. There is time he needs to focus on his planning and thoughts. In those moments, he would prefer to be left alone. Yet, the opposite is true. There are times he wants nothing more than to have you close to him. Arms will pull you into his lap as he buries his face in your nape. He finds it strange that your presence alone draws out such positive feelings. He almost finds it addicting. When he returns home, you usually get greeted with a kiss as well. There is something foreign about the domestic sentiment that is thoroughly enjoyable. Sporadically, he seems to scratch at your head like he does his Persian’s own. The action is quickly stopped after he realises what he is doing. A chuckle is all you get in response to your question of why.

🟥 Naturally, you are free to do whatever to him, too. In fact, he laps up your affections. It is a bit of an ego trip to him. Every kiss you lay upon his skin and every embrace that you lock him into. The way you cuddle with him in bed… He finds it different from the nuisance that he used to find you as. The feeling of your body close to his is a rare comfort that he almost wishes that he allowed himself sooner. It was so different from the pleasures of the body that he had accustomed himself to.

🟥 Dates are lavish outings that come most often when he has a successful affair in his work. Fancy dinners are preferred alongside outings to certain lounges around Kanto. Though, he would be happy to indulge your wishes, too. As long as it was not directly to a police station, you can drag him to the most garish places in the region. There is a certain preference to stick to cities, yet there are a few times he has enjoyed a nature walk with you. A certain trip to Viridian forest showed a strange side to him when stopped to gaze at a passing Nidoran. He ultimately shook his head and continued on with you, though.

🟥 There is some sort of faux domesticity shared between you both. He is not anywhere near a traditional lover, nor is there any expectation for you to align yourself with any role. Coming home to you is a nice change from the empty home he was more than used to. Being greeted by you after a long day completely breaks the annoyance that would otherwise flood his mind, his feels something prideful when his arms lock around your waist. It also shows up in how you both understand the other’s preferences. A nostalgic meal waiting for him at home meshes well with the gift he saw got you while he was out and knew you would enjoy. Though, these moments are exceedingly rare with how busy he can get.

🟥 He does have a jealous streak, surprisingly. As confident and sure of himself he is, his business does not make him an easy man to love. It would be far too simple for him to be gone away for work and return to you in the arms of a much more loving person. Any attempts by others in flirting with you in public gets met with his savage glare and possibly even a very subtle threat. Many around him know better than to try anything like that with you. The longer your relationship with him goes on; however, he cools off from it. There is no need for such behaviour when it is clear that you are not going anywhere.

🟥 Some strange part of him desires for you to meet his son. The logical part of his brain knows that it would not be received well, yet there is some urge to reconnect with the boy and show him that he has made changes to himself. Silver would likely despise you, though. His feelings towards Giovanni were plain to observe. It is mostly a fantasy, he knows.

🟥 A relationship with Giovanni has many ups and downs, mixed with highs and lows. His work will always be his main focus, but it is obvious that he does care for you. He almost treats you like a pet cat at times, though. There are many risks involved with a relationship to a man like him, too, and the looming threat that he may just vanish one day if something goes to awry. But, perhaps, in the situation that he does disappear from his position, he will bring you along with him. It is impossible to tell with him. At least, it is fun while it lasts.

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🟥 His familiarity with sex is extremely apparent from the get-go. He never denied himself such carnal pleasures and absolutely will admit openly that he was quite fond of friends with benefits or sporadic one-night stands with basic strangers. There is a certain smugness in him about how well attuned he is to sexual matters, enjoying how easily he used to make his partners cry out from pleasure. That is all put behind him when he falls into something like a relationship with you. Those previous vices do not get him quite like your body does. There is nothing he wants more than you.

🟥 He mostly enjoys the physicality of sex. The pleasure that it erupts from one’s body… He admits that he likes to indulge himself where he can. Your sweet cries in the hot air as he ruts into you, Giovanni does not think he can get enough. The erotic way your body contorts from the sensation… He commits everything to his memory to please you even better next time. He also enjoys simply observing how his body makes yours react. When his fingers dig into that place inside of you that makes you cry. Or, when bottoms out and you whine. There is a certain grin that splits his face.

🟥 There are many places that Giovanni will have sex. Obviously, around your home, but the office is a very common one. If work becomes overwhelming or even if it is going well, you may just get a call to come join him. You will quickly find yourself either sitting in his lap or pinned against his desk. Whether it is good or bad reasons that bring you there determines how rough he will be. There are also times he has you tucked under his desk mouthing at his cock while he gives direct orders to both grunts and executives. It is terrifying how well he holds himself together despite the clear pleasure he is getting. He may even get risky and do it in a meeting with a business partner, should you agree. You will be sitting in his lap as he makes direct eye contact with the shaking businessman across from you. His hand slides into your underwear to press between your folds. It takes little longer for them to relent to whatever Giovanni wanted.

🟥 For head… He prefers receiving but does not mind giving depending on the situation. There is a smugness that is obvious when he has you knelt before him, licking up his cock before finally taking the head into your mouth. A low growl while leave him as it does deeper in. His hand is careful as it tangles into your hair and looks down at you. There is a something that he can only get out of power-tripping. When giving, he finds himself preferring to have you splayed out against a surface while he leans in. His tongue pressed between your folds with an almost practised familiarity. He sucks at your clit with a trained pressure and watches as your face twists in pleasure. Your hand comes to hold his short hair when he focuses his attention instead on your entrance. His tongue swirls around for a moment before it dips in. A groan leaves his throat and goes right through you when you tighten your grip on him. He finds your reactions simply delectable.

🟥 He is a top – dominant, whatever other term one might use. Giovanni likes being in control, so even when he lets you take the reins, it is done with the understanding that at any time, you might just find the roles reversed whenever he feels like it. He loves the feeling of you under him most, however. His hands gripping your hips as he ruts into you and the cold metal of his desk counters the heat of your body, or them gripping your wrists together as he fucks you harder into the sheets of your bed. The trainer who had nearly beat him – Look at them now, he would think to himself. It is also easier to just let him have the control he so clearly wants.

🟥 He has a few kinks… A bit of role-play he prefers is either finding a rat in his organisation or teaching a grunt how to get on his good side. Both involve a bit of bondage – a favourite kink of his. It also skews in shibari… A little bit of torment is not above him. Power play, too, and there is a bit of exhibitionism with you. Though, granted, it is all looking and no touching. You belong solely to him, after all. He also may enjoy a bit of impact play or seeing you in Persian ears, too.

🟥 His libido is pretty average while leaning towards high. It might be getting lower as he ages, but he is more than able to meet the needs of his partner when he has time. Or, well, he will be more than happy to take a break and give them orders on how to masturbate over the phone. When he is home or around, sex is pretty simple to initiate — just ask. If he is not busy, he will usually be up for a round to get out whatever is in his system. Not to mention what a good pick-me-up it is. Wordlessly, you can initiate by sitting in his lap and giving him a pleading look or wearing something revealing enough to catch his eye. That might make him be a little more rough, though.

🟥 His dirty talk can get filthy. Comments about how your body looks overcome with pleasure or genuine praises about how you simply feel so wonderful are the most common. His sharp eyes watch your face twist from how his thumb plays with your clit in time with his thrusts. That grin of his comes across his face as he grips your hips to pull you in more, “My, what an erotic expression you have. What would your old allies think if they saw you like this?” Every word almost is accentuated with hit into the sensitive spot inside you. Or, his stare bore into you while your hips bounce up and down in his cock. Liquid hot pleasure rushes through his with each movement. He blinks slowly. “Just like that. You are remarkable. Keep it up,” his voice is husky as he speaks. It all went right between your legs.

🟥 There are few real “no's” for him. A simple one is a daddy kink. That is something he would not oblige for various reasons, and he cannot be swayed in any way. He likely will not be a fan of any kind of threesome due to how possessive he can get of you, so unless you want someone sitting in a chair watching him go to town on you, maybe do not ask for that.

🟥 His aftercare is lighting up a cigarette and thinking about work… Well, he will order you to drink some water and possibly join you for a bath if you want one. He lacks in this department severely – most of his previous encounters did not really include that. You will have to introduce him to your needs. He will make a slight effort to meet them. Want to cuddle? Sure, he does not exactly have anything else to do right now. Food? Sure, he will order something. Reassurance? He will say a few nice things. It gets better the longer you are together, at least.

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🟥 The Rocket Boss was not immune to the beauty of Alola. While his focus should have, perhaps, been entirely on his goals, he was curious about the world they had invaded. Information was most pertinent, was it not? He had to wait until the UB experiment fully was ready for acutely processing. The other team leaders that he had pulled in seemed too distracted to be of concern for now as well. So, he had picked an island and found himself wandering in more casual clothing. Of course, Rocket grunts would accompany, while his executives remained to help manage the remaining members around their new hideout.

🌑 Ula'Ula had caught his eye for the architecture reminded him like that of Johto. The garden itself made him feel as if he were back home. The scenery put his mind at ease as he wandered. Everything was going well. Giovanni always worked to make sure his plans gave him the result that he wanted. He sat on a bench to observe the passing people of Alola with an interest. What pokemon of interest were here? His ponderings were interrupted by the arrival of two familiar people. He allowed his hat to obscure his eyes as they approached the stall. Nanu… The International Police officer was Alolan if the Rocket Boss recalled correctly. But, the person at his side made Giovanni grimace. You. Your arm was wrapped around Nanu’s own while he squinted at the menu. It was plainly obvious what the connection was between you two. His grip nearly shattered the tea cup in his hand.

🟥 You – his mind raced. He was not going to pretend he was the most romantic man on the planet. There were times he simply lost himself in his plans. Yet, Giovanni felt that he provided nearly everything that you had wanted. There was some rare-vested attachment that he held. You challenged him. You had the strength to prove yourself… He almost wanted to keep you like his prized Persian. It was not to be. You left. No words were spoken – Just gone. He wondered what had been the breaking point, but you were impossible to find. Except, here you were. It all made sense now. If anyone could hide you away from him, it would be Nanu. The Elite Officer was amicable, but it was clear he had some sense of justice always on his mind. His harsh exterior only masked his soft heart.

🌑 Something in him broke at the sight of Nanu’s arm going around your shoulders. You leaned into him in return. Giovanni remained silent. He did not make any sudden movements. His competitive spirit burned within him. What could you see in Nanu? He appeared so dishevelled now. Whatever the Rocket Boss had seen in him as an officer was replaced with a different man. Yet, you seemed to happily enjoy a confectionery with the red-eyed man. While this you was not the same one that he held a relationship with, he doubted that the situation of this world was so far apart that this you and him were disconnected from each other. What did he lack that Nanu offered? He struggled to think of anything.

🟥 A sudden gaze from the retired International Police officer had him silenced. Had he been detected? He wondered what the next few actions would be. Part of him debated if he should simply walk away, yet another part of his foolhardy pride demanded that he stay. Nanu’s arm left your shoulder. Giovanni finally tipped his hat up enough to reveal his face. Their eyes met. Words were not spoken, yet they clearly could understand the other’s feelings. You turning your head to see what caught Nanu’s attention led to your eyes growing wide. Giovanni almost smirked. That was recognition, purely and simply. You leaned into Nanu, trying to hide, but all three of you were aware of the situation. His envy burned brighter.

🌑 “Ah, I had always wondered where you had disappeared away from me to,” Giovanni stood up and approached you both, “Nanu… I should have suspected something like this. Who else could outsmart me?” He felt around in his pocket for a familiar box of something. “… Is he truly better than me?” His dark eyes swelled with something ominous. Doing something here was too stupid, and he was beyond a childish reaction of violence. “I assure you that I can offer you everything more than he can,” Giovanni would not say he was desperate, but he would admit he did not want to back down. Nanu cocked a brow up at him while shooting him an intense glare. A chuckle left him.

🟥 Your denial hit him hard. You still clung to Nanu. The Kahuna seemed to attempt to console you and hide you behind him. Giovanni felt his smirk fall. Stubborn. He supposed this was the end for now. Turning away from you both, he wandered out of the gardens. There was time to work on this later. Giovanni would establish himself here, and perhaps then his influence would sway you. He could only hope things continued to go smoothly.

🌑 You turned to gaze up at Nanu, searching for an answer, yet he seemed lost in his own thoughts. His arm remained around you. Lidded eyes lowered even further as his lips forced themselves into his usual frown. Something was now afoot. He could feel the upcoming stress in his bones. Looker had suddenly started blowing up his phone, but he tried to ignore it. This must have been why. “We probably shouldn’t stray too far from each other,” he spoke in his usual lazy manner, “… You did date Giovanni, eh? What a choice.” You could only look at him, I’m bewilderment. Was he jealous? The situation really seemed a mess.

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Cyrus

☄️ Compliments were a scarcity in the Galactic Boss’s life. Growing up, his parents deigned harsh words and pressure to be better motivation than ever, complimenting his endless efforts to please them. Society as a whole had not been so different to him. People viewed him strangely – He was not ignorant to their looks. Though, he was not entirely without praise. His organisation was filled to the brim with people who seemed to have endless praise for his mere existence. His commanders would happily praise him just for a chance at his attention, while his grunts’ words all felt like mindless babble about how intelligent and strong he was. Nothing they said could pierce his heart. He would only nod and continue on with his day.

☄️ Yet, you seemed to know how to get to him. He was simply sitting in his home office, finishing up some work that had sprung up after he had left. Incompetence would rear its head, no matter how many times he tried to swat it down. You had entered at some point and stared at the confusing information on his screen before catching his attention by bringing a hand to ruffle his hair. His head whipped around to stare at you in mild shock. You only grinned at him. “You really are so intelligent, Cy,” your words cut deep into him, “… I guess I was really lucky to snag the handsome, young company president, bachelor of Sinnoh.” Warmth seemed to swell in his cheeks. No, it was not luck. He did not believe in such a thing. Logically, you were a good partner for him. You were someone he could trust. You chuckled at his response. “You’re a bit lacking in attention, but I don’t ever feel unloved,” your hand had moved down from his hair to stroke his cheek.

☄️ Cyrus let the words ruminate in his brain. Handsome… Intelligent… He had heard those thrown around at work about him. A dreamy sigh from Mars about how he looked and a similar action from Saturn about his plans. He swallowed. It was different when they came from you. Your opinion – he hated to admit it – mattered for more to him than anyone else’s own ever could. His hand came to grasp yours. A serious gaze bloomed in his pale eyes. “… There was no luck involved,” he said simply, “You are the only person who has ever held my attention in such a way.” Your cheeks were the warm ones this time. A small smile dared pull at the blue-haired man’s lips. He would allow himself this indulgence just the one time.

Volo

⭐️ Compliments were a foreign thing to Volo. At least, nothing genuine ever seemed to be spoken to him. Or, perhaps, he was simply far too suspicious to ever truly believe someone would say kind words to him with no grander intention behind it. But, he supposed, there were often compliments to his looks. He was remarked as handsome by many. Whether those words came from envy or swooning, he cared not. It was a rarer occurrence, but when he had good sales, the guild complimented his hard work. Those words meant nothing to him, either. He wanted something more. An acknowledgement that it seemed he would never get, no matter how many times he clawed his demands for it into the earth beneath him.

⭐️ Your words were similar. They had always rung hollow. “Wow, you’re so nice,” you had smiled and told him, concretely unaware of his manipulation behind the scenes. It had been like that – It should have remained like that. But, it had not. You were some kind of chosen one – a being chosen by Arceus itself. Your body pressed against his as you sat in his lap. Rain had come and made it so neither of you could leave the reclusive home you shared. Your eyes stared up at him while bringing a hand to gently sweep back a few strands of his hair. “You are so unbelievably beautiful, Volo,” you told him. His grey eyes were harsh as they met you. Whatever threat they should have held failed to affect you. “You’re strong, too,” you continued, “You’ve faced horrifying things that I don’t think I could ever bear. You’re brave…”

⭐️ He sighed. Why did you have to bring that up? Complimenting him while taking a blade to stab directly into his heart. What you were talking about… Bravery… He preferred if you would just fawn over his looks than even dare pretend that— He forced himself to calm down. In a way, it was meaningful. Arceus’s chosen one was complimenting him for facing such terrible heartache and pain. He captured your hand from his cheek and leaned his face close to yours. “And I am so blessed that my deity’s chosen one decided to deign me with their undying affection,” the words were spoken sweetly, but anyone could hear the underlying feelings. His lips pressed to your own to silent you. He would reflect on your words later. For now, he wanted to shut you up.

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Giovanni

🟥 The Rocket Boss had been leaning against a wall. His mind was debating how to handle a current nuisance who was trying so desperately to ruin his plans. Grunts had proven uniformly useless, but he did not exactly want to expend the precious time of his executives of a child. Your presence had been noted when you entered his office. He may have been lost in thought, but he was always aware of his surroundings. This only made the next actions you took all the more strange. You walked up to him and slammed your hand next to his head while looking up at him. He was “trapped” between you in the wall. His brow cocked up at you. What was this? Betrayal? Likely not. “Something on your mind?” you asked in a forced overly masculine tone, “Is it me?” Giovanni’s expression was unamused.

🟥 He stood over you. Not by much, but by enough that he still had to look down at you. Something in his mind recognises this as a form of flirting. What from, he would rather not force himself to recall. Instead, he just let out a sigh. “Are you the one interrupting my plans again?” His voice was deep and authoritative, “If so…” He quickly reversed the situation, pinning to the wall, his hand next to your head. His signature smirk was on his lips as his eyes were lidded. “Then you are.” You swallowed, clearly having not expected this. Giovanni let you go soon enough, having had his fun alongside you having your own. He then assigned you to go handle the child sabotaging his current project.

Cyrus

☄️ The Galactic Boss had been distracted by emails on his tablet. His fingers typed out replies as frustration ate at his mind. How incompetent could they be? So lost was he in his frustration that he missed you creeping into the living room. You saw an opportunity in the distracted man. Trapping him, you slammed your hand against the wall next to his head as you pushed him against it. Cyrus put down his tablet to stare at you strangely. What in the world were you doing? His face remained stoic, but his eyes clearly held confusion. “… You got somewhere to be after this?” you asked him, attempting a husky and flirty tone. The blue-haired man’s eyes then narrowed.

☄️ He looked down at you – the man was self-admittedly tall. Nearly everyone he met had to look up at him, and you were no exception. Your behaviour was odd and unsettling to him. What were you attempting to do here? Dominate him? Why? He had literally just been sending emails. Everything about the current situation was simply incomprehensible to him. “… I’m not returning back to the office tonight,” he gave a serious reply and stood over you, breaking out of the “pin” you had him in. Shaking his head, he finally allowed him a single question. “What are you doing, beloved?” it came out alongside a sigh. You burst into laughter and embraced him. He never got an answer. This situation haunts him for a while.

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You were a thorn in his side. Obnoxious. Over-confident. Ornery. The Rocket Executive ground his teeth every time you dared show your face near whatever project he was currently heading — Often truly there to go after his boss. As if he would let that happen. Archer wanted to scoff. You clearly thought yourself some little hero. Saving pokemon and innocents from the evil of Team Rocket. He despised you. Your presence was enough to make him break his carefully trained facade.

He had enough.

This time — He needed to stop you. You had done enough damage to their reputation. Grunts were beginning to question the strength of the executives… Not to mention even daring to think that Giovanni was not the competent leader that Archer knew that he was. It was maddening. How could one person so flawlessly cause this many problems? Sure, there had been others before you, but they had all eventually been overwhelmed. Archer hated to admit it, but he understood why his boss was so adamant about offering you a place high in their ranks. If you could join them, everything would certainly be a lot more manageable.

As it stood, however, that was not the case. You rejected it outright, saying that you had no interest in being around scum. Archer had almost snapped at you for being so callous. Scum… You viewed Team Rocket as scum. He could not say that he did not view you so differently. If the day would come where you suddenly vanished, he certainly would not have shed a tear or spared a single thought outside of relief. He moved to block your path as you approached the Silph Co. President’s office. A business meeting was happening, and he was going to make sure that it was successful.

This failing… He grimaced. It would simply not fail. Your prowess mattered not. Your cocky grin. He narrowed his eyes. Who did you think you were, truly? You spoke his name, a familiarity that he had wished that he had never so foolishly granted to you. Why did you think you were someone worthy of being familiar with him? He pulled out his pokeball, readying himself for yet another battle against you. The grunt at his side looked terribly nervous, as he seemed far more intense than usual.

The following defeat made her scatter, rushing away from the defeated admin. Archer grimaced. He waited for you to walk past him, but you seemed to linger before him for a moment. Your eyes started into his. He felt as if he saw something strange in your eyes. They glimmered with some emotion that he failed to quite pinpoint. You smiled at him this time — not so much cocky anymore.

“You’re a guard dog, huh?”

The simple sentence set off something in his mind. Harsh offence crashed in his brain, yet… He could not deny it. Someone had to stand to protect Giovanni. He would gladly do it. Now, you were actively trying to get under his skin. Why? You have already proven yourself stronger than him.

“What of it?” was his reply. Little emotion was present in his tone, attempting to convey a sense of disinterest. You grinned again.

“It’s a shame you devote yourself to this,” you remarked to him, “I like you a lot.”

Archer could not stop his eyes from shooting wide at your words. His lips parted as he attempted to process what you had just said. The first part was expected, but the latter shocked him to his core. You liked him? How? What horrible sense of showing your feelings did you have? You had made yourself a problem in his life, and now you were declaring that you liked him. This was definitely an attempt by you to get under his skin. But… In it… There was an opportunity to buy time. You were not rushing into the office to stop the meeting. No, you were stood before him, waiting for a reply to your confession.

“… I could say the same to you,” Archer’s words were careful. If you were not messing with him… These feelings. He would not put himself above such matters. “Why oppose us? What do you gain? If you truly like me, you are only getting on my bad side.” You blinked, eyes filled with a strange feeling once again.

“Am I really?” you asked with a far too innocent inflexion, as if you were completely unaware of what was happening.

“Absolutely,” he let his true feelings bleed out, “You do nothing but cause me more work and embarrass me in front of my subordinates.” For a moment, you were contemplative of his words. He blinked. Were you being genuine when you said that you liked him? His heart raced for some odd reason. He had many confessions by those under him and even from normal people in his day to day. This was nothing new to him.

“… You could do better than this,” you shook your head. Archer scoffed. What did you know about him? This was his better. Giovanni had given him this place. He would be a fool to turn around and reject it. You watched his reaction. “… Why?”

“You couldn’t understand,” his tone was more defensive, “I could ask you why won’t join us? Your talent is wasted as it stands, in my perspective.” Your face twisted.

“Team Rocket is horrible, and they hurt people—”

Archer cut you off, “And I’m a member of Team Rocket. Do you think I’d care if you started crying or screaming at me?”

You took a step back with big eyes. Then, you rushed past him into the office.

Archer prepared himself for the headache that would follow this.

Yet…

Something inside of him felt happy that he finally returned the way you made him feel.

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Three years had passed since then.

Archer stared out at the sprawling city below underneath the radio tower from its observation deck. He reflected back on that day. Something followed it. You still ruined Team Rocket, forcing Giovanni’s hand into going into hiding as he felt he no longer could hold the respect of his subordinates. The dismantling left the blue-haired man in quite a stir, naturally. Especially when you appeared in the abandoned Celadon hideout. He had glared at you and was about to force you into a battle, but you asked him a question that he never expected to hear from you.

“Is it too late to take that offer?”

He closed his eyes. Had it been? The group had been disbanded. He had again wanted to put you through a piece of the torment you had put him through. But… His plans. Ones that he carefully made from the very moment he considered that Team Rocket might fall… Naturally, he did not deny you. Someone latching onto his arm brought his mind back to the present. The radio was broadcasting its call for Giovanni to return and reclaim his place as the leader of Team Rocket. Everything had gone smoothly. He supposed that he had led the group well enough… Of course, he dared not to take all the credit. It was a group effort, after all.

His hand found your hair, and he gently brushed a few stray strands from your face. You gazed out at the city, too.

“… Are my talents still going to waste?” you jeered at him. He chuckled.

“Of course not,” Archer replied with a certain level of seriousness, “It was thanks to you that we made it so far. I would be a fool not to acknowledge how precious you are to the team.” You let out a contented sigh.

“… I just hope you finally take some time off when Giovanni is back…” you mumbled quietly. He closed his eyes again.

“I haven’t forgotten our anniversary,” he ticked his tongue, knowing just what you were referring to, “I do love you, you know.”

You smiled at him, shifting your Rocket uniform to straighten out where it had wrinkled. “I know,” you kissed his cheek, “I love you, too.”

He knew you did. His arm came around your waist and pulled you to his side. You happily leaned into his touch.

Your sporadic confession had truly been nothing but beneficial to him in the end.

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Volo

⭐️ There were similarities between you both that he would begrudgingly admit since the beginning. Perhaps, that was what originally had attracted him to you, aside from the obvious potential of you standing in the way of his plans. The lands of Hisui was isolate and distant, with many groups living among each other with disdain. Outsiders were often brought in with extreme scrutiny and judgement. Especially with a situation as odd as yours. His heart stung in a familiar manner when he saw you sitting alone, rejected by the Galaxy Team and both clans. He knew his intentions were not the purest, but there was a small part of him wishing to give the treatment that he had never received. These similarities would lead to him sharing his ideals. While he would have preferred working alone, you were completely entranced with his promise of a new world without all the sorrow of this one.

⭐️ So he would notice the little things. Judgement was a silent thing, after all. You had been forgiven for everything – another Survey Corps member and that professor carefully explaining your headspace and claiming manipulation. It hurt the blond to see those who so casually cast you aside and judged you harshly take you back in. The harshness towards you would never subside. You attempted to hide it from him, not wanting to spur up his intense feelings, but Volo was more than acquainted with how to go around undetected. He observed everything closely around you. The ways the inhabitants of the village often remarked you with scorn. The Hero of Hisui seemed like an empty title. Rumours of how you had actually aided him clearly spread far and deep. He felt rage at their expressions – something so known and despised by him. The looks he had always experienced in his life.

⭐️ He knew there was little he could do. The blond had gone into hiding after everything, knowing that many would want him dead for what he attempted to do. What he still had the full intentions of finishing. He could only watch and feel his passion reignite with a new vigour. This world… It was far too painful. Not only for him. He needed to find a way to call upon Arceus again. If anyone dared a raise a hand toward you, however, he would definitely intervene. A tall, terrifying blond man would suddenly emerge from some place nearby and restrain them. He will not stand for any true violence towards you. The isolation towards you is nothing new, at least. Everyone had been suspicious of you since your arrival, and now it had only increased. He simply would offer you to fully abandon your life in the Galaxy Team and truly join him. Volo figures that this is the best ending for you both.

Cyrus

☄️ He had been blinded entirely by his grandiose goals. His new world – He had been so close. So close. Yet, it slipped through his fingers. This horrid world around him had one last final attack on him – to deny him even an escape from it. Staying in the Distortion World to rot away for the rest of eternity had been perfectly fine by him, but the thought of you, his beloved, doing the same sickened him. He knew how desperately you supported him – finding the idea of a world without horrible emotion more appealing than this reality. Your support spurred him to work faster, desperate to make a world where you both would finally know peace. Some small part of Cyrus was concerned with what would make you also agree with his vision, but the majority of him was simply relieved that you would not fight him on this and have your full support.

☄️ He would take notice quickly. The way people avoid you – Old friends and acquaintances cutting contact with little hesitation. The loneliness that began to surround you. He had made the decision to go back to the normal world with you, despite the trials and tribulations to certainly follow. The way people in the general public would shoot glares at you – One woman even attacking you and claiming that her brother had been brainwashed by Galactic. He felt those bitter emotions that he wanted nothing more than to completely eradicate. It was far too cruel. He should have been the target of their ire – not you. You clearly were a victim, driven by love for your partner, not thinking straight. That was what that champion had claimed, but it appeared that had not at all become the common sentiment. Many remarked you as a horrible person, ready to force everyone into a situation that none of them wanted. He could only clench his jaw.

☄️ He acts without hesitation. In any situation in which he is around, and you experience scorn, he glares at whoever dared do such a thing until they leave. Anyone who even dares think to enact physical violence towards you will be shown just how surprisingly fit the Galactic Boss is. The idea of someone hurting you in any way is enough to drive him mad, and he cannot forgive himself for his shortcoming there himself. He had wanted you to be uninvolved in his plans for exactly this reason, yet he allowed himself the indulgence of your support. Part of him wants to curl away back in the Distortion World and give up in everything, but the other half feels more driven to protect you. He would take responsibility. It was all he could do. Maybe… Maybe you both could move away from Sinnoh, but where would you go? Cyrus’s mind begins to wander. If he was forced to be in this world… Where did he want to be? The two of you would eventually have a long discussion about this.

Colress

🧪 Had you been exactly supporting Team Plasma? Not really. Colress had not been himself, despite being called the leader of it. Part of him was fully aware of Ghetsis using him, but the other half simply did not care, as long as he got to also work on his research unabated. You supported that – So understanding towards his strong interest in bonds and how to bring out the full potential in pokemon. Colress knew he could put up with whatever madness Ghetsis drug him through, so long as he had that. But… Well, he knew that it would become more and more difficult for you to fully support what he was doing. Your upset over the Opelucid City incident, ever present in his mind. But, in the end, you had supported him, and he was still the acting head of Team Plasma.

🧪 Which meant… Even after the remains of Team Plasma had faded out, and he had disbanded the group, you found yourself under the harsh judgement of those around you. Colress paid attention to you closely after it all, worrying about the worst possible scenarios. Friends seemed less inclined to be around you following it, and most acquaintances had completely cut you out – not wishing to be connected with a so-called member of Team Plasma. You had not been. Colress would not have let you, but how much time you had spent at his side had only encouraged the thought. So, you had people yell at you about having their pokemon stolen or the act of terrorism on Opelucid. A few even dared tried to attack you physically, wanting you to hand over pokemon you did not have. It was all quite traumatic. Colress hated every single second of it.

🧪 He refused to let any of it happen in front of him. His work with the International Police following has cleared him from any possible arrests, and you had been determined to almost be entirely uninvolved. Even though that had been announced, it was clear those affected wanted an easy vessel for their anger. Colress much would prefer they target him over you, but he supposed they were just taking anyone they could. He acts to deter anyone with malicious intentions quite often. A cold glare and a hand on one of his pokeballs is usually enough to scare anyone off, but not always. If someone feels inclined towards violence, he shows a surprising amount of strength and catches them. He really will not accept any horrible treatment toward you. A request to work with a certain Alolan organisation could not have come sooner. You two would be out of Unova, and this would all seem like a bad dream.

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The argument had been an intense one. Harsh words were slung around by both sides as emotions ran quite high. The topic was one of contention – His plans. When you learnt of what your boyfriend was actually doing and the possible effects it could have, you naturally decided to confront him. Though, the timing was absolutely awful as the lingering exhaustion from a cold took over your body. As your boyfriend stood defensively, you tried to catch yourself on a table as your balance staggered. Your vision grew blurry before you finally collapsed. The last thing you could definitely make out was your name being called out and rushed footsteps.

Lysandre

☕️ Whatever shock had momentarily consumed Lysandre faded in an instant. He rushed over to catch you before you could sustain any damage from your collapse. Dramatically, he would admit he called your name a few times and tried to shake you awake. When that failed, he laid you out on the couch and debated his next moves. His frustration about your disagreements on his plans faded quickly. No matter what, the most beauty he could possibly find lied with you. A cool pack was pressed to your head as he made a quick call. You seemed well enough aside from a sudden fever and passing out. The fiery man could only sit at your side and stroke your hand. To think that the stress alone of what he was going to do caused this… He felt vindicated in his choice not to tell you. His hand stroked your cheek. He closed his eyes. For now, he would need to find a way to keep you at ease.

☕️ When you woke up, it was to the scent of coffee. Lysandre sat in a nearby lounge chair, silently drinking coffee and looking over something on a tablet. It was quickly put aside when he noticed that you had awoken. Momentary upset at the thought of the argument continuing was quashed when he knelt down and gently comb his fingers through your hair, giving a gentle apology. You let out a shaky breath, the stress fading from you. It had been a lot, and you knew it was far from over with how impassioned Lysandre could be. Yet, you knew working yourself up was a terrible idea, and the gentleness he exuded was enough to let you forget for just a moment. Later, you would probably find yourself at ends with him, but not for right now. It was much better spent letting him offer you anything you could ever possibly want to earn your forgiveness.

Maxie

🪨 He managed to cushion your head before you hit the ground. Maxie felt panic rush through him, his collected demeanour falling away to reveal his evident distress. Your body felt warm – far too warm. He got you to the couch and immediately brought a cool cloth to your forehead. His upset about your inability to understand his plans were gone. They could wait – Everything could wait. You were his priority.  His glasses fogged up from how heavily he was breathing and how flustered he had become. As right as he might have felt about his goals, you being in such a state about it finally hit him. You were upset enough to pass out. He swallowed. There could be a discussion – something to either help you understand or give you peace of mind. He held your hand tightly as you remained unconscious.

🪨 When you finally awoke, bleary and exhausted, you smelled the scent of something pleasant. Raising up carefully, a cool cloth fell down from your forehead. Footsteps rushed to your side as you turned up to see your boyfriend gazing at you with worried eyes. Memories of the fight flooded into your head, but before you could say anything about it, arms wrapped around you. A proper apology left Maxie’s lips as you sat in momentary shock. Hugging him back, you supposed the topic was not crucial right now. Instead, you prepared yourself to be interrogated about your health. Whatever harshness you felt about his plans did not apply to his person – No, you knew you loved Maxie, which is why you had become so overwhelmed. But, when he promised to speak with cordially about it later, you felt relieved.

Archie

💧 Archie scrambled to catch you as you fell, his body moving without any hesitation. The Aqua Leader was in shock that you suddenly fainted. Unadulterated Panic rushed through his veins as he carried you to lay on the couch. He moved through quick first aid to make sure you were all right before determining that it was apparently nothing serious. You were running a fever, though. He put a damp cloth on your forehead and sighed. The initial adrenaline wore off, and he let himself sit down. Were his plans that important? He knew they were – He desperately wanted to understand and stop viewing him as unreasonable. But… If it had you that upset, Archie could only wonder. He did not want you getting like this. Seeing you faint snapped him from whatever trance he was in. You two needed a proper talk, not some petty argument full of insults. He already felt awful for what he had said. His hand stroked through your hair. Shame flooded his system.

💧 When you woke up, you found yourself under a blanket in the late evening. Eyes going to the window, you spied Archie hanging outside, watching the waves. You felt distressed suddenly – Both from the argument and from fainting. Before you could fret foo much, Archie noticed you were awake and headed back inside. A crushing hug was the first thing on his agenda when he saw you. A sweet yet simple apology left him. You let yourself fall into the affection, the scent of the ocean wafting from the pirate. For now, you supposed, the argument did not matter. It could be a later thing. Especially when he cupped your face so sweetly. Archie was a reasonable, caring man. You knew he would never do anything with active maliciousness. For now, you would just enjoy the moment.

Cyrus

☄️ Cyrus caught you, his panic springing him into action before he could even process it. His eyes were wide as he felt your body overcome with heat. A fever. Whatever his frustrations were towards your opinion on his plans faded. He brought you to the couch and quickly pressed a damp, cool cloth to your forehead. His breaths were shaky as he watched you lay. Your pulse was checked, and he listened to your breathing to confirm that you were alive. Even after his phone lit up with updates about work – him having come home in the middle of an important task – he ignored it. Nothing mattered. He felt oddly empty. His vile words about you being too foolish to understand and that his plans are truly the only option for this world. Seeing you faint… It felt harder for his thoughts to remain focused. His hand held yours as you laid unconscious.

☄️ When you awoke, you found Cyrus asleep at your side. His head lay on your side, arms crossed under him to support his weight. The sweet scene was interrupted by memories of your fight. You were not backing down from your options, but… The threats of leaving him felt impossible to follow up on. Whatever was going on with the blue-haired man, he needed help, not rejection. Your hand combing through his hair startled him awake, tired blue eyes piercing through you. A sigh left him when he saw you. No words were spoken, but it was clear that the fight was to be put off to the side for now.

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An issue arose suddenly and unexpectedly. You had been caught completely unawares and felt stressed as you worked to make plans last minute to get where you needed to go. Your cell phone was in your hand as you tried to pack away required clothing and items into a suitcase. The hold jingle was echoing out in the room as your lover peered in. His gaze was a bit harsh, likely confused by what you were doing before realising. Whatever worry or panic he may have initially had faded when you explained the situation. Then, another emotion settled in, but you paid little attention to it. Your mind was entirely set on the task at hand. The evening drifted away into nothing but a memory for you both before it could even be realised. You were on a rushed leave the next morning to be gone for a few days.

Giovanni

🟥 Annoyance flooded his mind. He understood that his attendance to a sudden family emergency was unwanted – In fact, he had no particular interest in going himself, but he was very much annoyed. It was rare that he managed to find himself away from his duties as Rocket Boss to enjoy multiple days alone with you. Yet, it had been ripped away from him. He was not angry – no, that was useless aiming of his ire. He sat in his home office, petting his Persian and going over reports. There was little else for him to do.

🟥 At some point in his frustration, he found himself clutching your pillow as he lay in bed, trying to get some sleep one night. Your scent lingered on the fabric. Giovanni would grumble to himself that he felt like a man many years younger than he was as he held it to his chest. In the absence of his fierce irritation, he actually felt oddly lonely. Before you entered his life, he had barely spent much time at home, and what he did was spent lost in the indulgence of leisure and pleasure. With you, however, he found it more of a way to break away from his business facade and relax in a more healthy manner. Without you present… It felt odd. His thoughts drifted to you even as he attempted to do things that would usually keep him occupied. The frustration returned, and he gripped the pillow tighter.

🟥 Eventually, he forced himself to break his attention away from you as best he could. During a work call with Archer, you had been quite far away from his mind. (Though, perhaps, that was related to the nature of the call rather than actually working on having his attention go elsewhere from you.) It all felt unlike him. Being out of control unsettled him. He had been careful to manage every little thing he did, and now it was falling apart. What had you done to him? While his ego would typically prevent him from gaining such a realisation, the situation had laid out almost perfect instruction for it to unfold. You really had him completely wrapped around your finger. He could hardly believe that it was the truth, yet at any time, he could have headed back to the lounges that he used to frequent, he found himself waiting around for you. A shaky breath left him. The Rocket Boss was in too deep. All he could do was grumble and resign himself whatever fate he had apparently walked right into.

🟥 Whatever had happened back home was over, and you walked into a fancy dinner set up at the table. Giovanni sat at his usual chair, tracing the rim of a drinking glass with his finger. An amber liquid sat inside. His intense gaze shifted over to you as a smirk spread across his lips. Of course, he had been aware of your every movement, naturally. Even if he himself would not be joining you, elite guards had been assigned to trail you and make sure that nothing happened to you while you were away. The annoyance plaguing him instantly faded as you joined him at the table, gazing at the likely eye-bulging expensive array of dishes. He caught your chin in his hand and pulled you in for a quick kiss. “Welcome home,” was the only greeting you got before he suggested you eat up. Apparently, there was quite a night ahead of you.

Larry

🍙 A sudden business trip was something he understood. He knew he could not accompany you and did not even bother entertaining the thought. Larry more than understood the situation. It was simply something a boss stuck on you and expected you to dance to accomplish if they did not already have anything in order for you. He sighed as he returned to work, head up in the clouds as he conducted battles, and handled the clerical side of things. It felt strange being in the apartment. The word to describe his feelings escaped him. So, he focused on work.

🍙 But working hours could only be so longer before even Geeta opted to cut him off and send him home. Opening the door of his apartment, he unconsciously called out a greeting, only to stop himself. The lights were off sans a lamp in the living room. Right. You were out on a business trip. The salaryman dropped his briefcase in the entryway and slid off his shoes before realising his error. Dinner. The meal had completely been forgotten. Trailing over to the fridge, he opened the door to see a single left-over container of something with a note on it. “In case you have a late night while I’m gone, eat before XX/OO.” Your handwriting. He heated the meal with a heavy feeling in his heart. He would need to remember to thank you.

🍙 Slowly, he realised that he felt oddly empty at home. The plain monotony he had previously followed before engaging in a relationship with you felt like a cold void. Sitting alone eating dinner as the Treasure Eatery, his mind would only wander to you. When had you become such an important piece in his life? The realisation sat heavy on him. Those previous feelings of wanting to just live peacefully and uneventfully felt unknown to him. Peace lied with you. Is that how you felt when he was gone? Suddenly, he felt even worse about all the trips his boss would assign. An urge to be more conscious of how you felt towards him entered his mine. Yes, this emptiness was almost too much to bear. Rika had even commented on him being out of it when he went to the League office over his gym first thing in a day.

🍙 Larry felt his heart race when he heard the door to the apartment open one evening. A voice called out a greeting. He wandered over. You had finally come back from the trip. Unconsciously, he found himself trailing closer to you to bring you into an embrace. The void inside him felt filled. You hugged him back and pecked his cheek. “Welcome back home,” he said simply as he pulled away, “… I had a day off yesterday and actually did a few chores.” You gasped. It was rare the man did anything besides sleep on his days off, but he had felt too restless. He felt himself staying near you as you worked to start unpacking and settling in. It was only after you joined him and the couch that he finally felt relieved. Everything was going back to normal.

Colress

🧪 A friend had asked you to do something last minute after another backed out. Colress thought on it. Did he really have friends in the traditional sense? Not really. You were a friend, he supposed. Those who hire him often could be considered friends in a sense. His find rushed to inquisitive reasons related to bonds. Human to human bonds were honestly a thing he was more deficit in. He understood the concept of friends, yet he never felt a reason to really pursue friendships. His mind fell into a research mode as he found himself reading into psychology and adjacent fields’ studies online to pass the time. Perhaps a more thorough understanding of human relationships would help with his research. It certainly was not to distract him from the odd hurt in his chest when he walked into the bedroom to speak with you only to remember at the last moment that you were gone.

🧪 He felt odd as he walked through his home. It was quiet. Clean. Peaceful, all things considered. The perfect counter to the hectic nature that could quickly invade his laboratory depending on the situation. His mind simply expected to see you there, however. Logically, he understood that you were gone, but his brain seemed to want to place you to be curled up on the couch or doing something in the bedroom. Sleeping had become strange. His attention lingered on the empty space next to him. He reached a hand out quite often to feel you, only to touch the sheets. Panic would consume his sleepy mind and worsened by his obscured vision until he could get on his glasses and recall that you were just away and not taken from him. Colress thought it best to log and analyse these feelings for later.

🧪 As he read over his logs one day, his brain slowly began to comprehend the complicated nature of his feelings. Loneliness was the most apparent. Sure, he may have interacted with others in his field or possibly employers, but they were not deep, meaningful relationships. He missed you horribly. Colress felt as if he blinked, and suddenly, his feelings were much deeper and stronger than he could recall. All these reading about relationships resulted in nothing, but understanding his relationship with you was deeply important to him. He reported his finding to you over the phone when you called to chat with him later that day. His description that you are almost certainly the most significant person in his life and that he misses you is an ego boost without a doubt.

🧪 When you finally return home, you are greeted by Colress’s Porygon. The artificial pokemon received a quick pet before you wandered to his laboratory. You found him asleep at his desk, a single pokeball having fallen off the table and apparently opening. Impossible to understand datasets were open on his computer still. Walking over to him, you lightly shook him awake, worried about the last time he ate or drank. He startled awake and looked up at with tired dandelion eyes, his glasses resting on top of his head. You reached a hand to bring them down. A genuine smile spread across his face. “Ah, welcome back,” he spoke with his usual cadence and an undertone of rasp. A gloved hand came to hold your own. You almost felt bad for leaving the scientist in such a state, but he was more than happy to see you.

Cyrus

☄️ A family emergency suddenly came up. You knew that he could not just take off work so abruptly, so it was your form of kindness to not include him and cause him any stress. He felt silently grateful that you did not hold his busy schedule against him yet oddly hurt that you felt he would not make time for you. He would have, had you requested him. But, you had not. And now you were gone for a while. Cyrus felt… empty. It was what he preferred, yet it never came in the spaces where you lingered in his mind. Coming home left him with far too many feelings alongside the emptiness he so craved, so he found himself essentially living at the office.

☄️ His work was never-ending, after all. There was always something to be done. Always. Research into various projects was happening, and development periods were constantly starting. He could find something to do, assuredly. Yet… He felt strange as his underlings stared at him. Mars asked if everything was okay at home, while Saturn expressed his concern about how much he was sleeping at the office. Cyrus shrugged them off. It was not their jobs to worry over him. If only to make them stop, however, he went home finally. Opening the door to the empty apartment, he felt strange seeing everything untouched. The air almost felt stale. No one had breathed in the home for a few days, after all. No signs of life since he had last left.

☄️ Sitting on the couch, he gazed around quietly. What had changed in him? Did he not view the absence of emotion as the best solution? Feelings only caused strife, yet the lack of any here left him far more distressed. His mind wandered to you. This was a shared home, after all. You were supposed to be here alongside him. Alongside him…? He felt strange considering the fact that the expectations in life had been shifted to keeping you at his side. The emptiness slowly faded into something more solemn and desperate. You were always there for him, yet he was forced finally to face a situation in which you were not. His cruel thoughts instantly went to attack him. His Weavile hopped out of its pokeball without his command and seemed to curl up in his lap to give him a distraction from his spiralling. He held on to the feline pokemon tightly.

☄️ Your return home was to Cyrus working quietly in his home office. Most of his pokemon seemed to be out around the house. Honchkrow roosted on a stand that you had gotten for it. Houndoom napped outside the door to his office. Crobat had found itself a cosy place in the bed to nap. Weavile was curled up in Cyrus’s lap as he swivelled around in his chair when you stepped into the office. Dark circles hung under his eyes. It was not an uncommon sight, truthfully, yet… Your thoughts were interrupted when Cyrus embraced you tightly. The hug was consuming and tight– A rare initiation of affection, too. “Beloved,” his voice was low, barely above a whisper, “I’ve missed you.” You suddenly felt like unpacking could wait. There were more pressing issues.

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You groaned as you were pushed against the sheets of the futon. Pleasure coursed through your veins like a liquid electricity. Everything felt like far too distant from you while also being all-consuming. Your thighs were wrapped around the waist of the merchant as he drilled into you. His expression was intense – Grey eyes entirely focused on you as his long hair hung down almost like a veil. His bun had come undone somewhere in the mess.

Why had he come here? You had not expected to see him ever again after the situation on Mount Coronet. In fact, you had been quite sure that he despised you, yet here he was fucking you senseless. A cry left your throat, but his hand came to silence you – Not wanting anyone to hear and come investigate. You weakly tried to pull away his hand, but his strength was something else. Your walls clamped down on him as his dick hit your cervix. He grinned down at you maliciously. The pounding of your heart in your chest was maddening. He brought his other hand to rest on your lower abdomen – right above a certain organ. You swallowed.

“… You have taken everything from me,” his voice was low and ominous – a hint of strain was present. “You wanted to make up, right? You begged me not to go. Well, I have a way you can make it up to me, chosen one.” The pleasure mixed strangely with the apprehensive terror in your veins. “I don’t want the blood of the ancient people of Sinnoh to end.” His thrusts felt so meaningful now, and his hand massaged your womb. You swallowed dryly despite the drool escaping out the corner of your mouth. “You’ll help me, right? Didn’t you want to help me?” Every rut of his hip into you made drew more and more pleasure out of you. Your hands grasped onto his arm. His hand was still over your mouth.

A chuckle left him as you tightened around him even more at these words. Part of you wanted to deny his claims, but… But you could not deny what you felt for the blond. Despite everything… Despite the manipulation and even attack on your life – You loved Volo. You wanted Volo. Having a family with him… You managed finally to get his hand off your mouth.

“P-please, Volo!” you begged. His eyes narrowed. Apparently, he wanted to hear more than a simple plea. His thrusts slowed, and you shook your head. You were so close. “G-give me a baby,” the words felt strange leaving your lips – you really should just hate him. “I-I’ll help continue your bloodline!” Suddenly, his hips slammed against your own harshly. His hand took your wrists and pinned them above your head as he fucked into you harshly. The hand previously massaging you came to rub your clit with some expert knowledge – driving you further to the edge. A tight coil spun into something painful before finally snapping. You came with a loud cry.

Yet, Volo’s cruelty apparently knew no bounds as he kept his harsh pace to fuck you through your orgasm. Writhing under him, your toes curled painfully. He watched your reactions with a malicious intent, clearly enjoying overstimulating you. Your cries and moans were nothing but a precious song to him. Yet, he was still a human. Volo found himself hitting you with one final thrust before cumming deep inside of you, cock head pressed flush to your womb. The warmth inside of you made your body shake.

He laid atop you for a moment. Both of you a pile of limbs and panting breaths. Your freed arms came to wrap around his neck, holding him tightly. Despite everything – You really loved him. Genuinely. It was painful. Whenever he finally regained himself, you half expected him to raise up and leave you to never show his face again.

Yet, that was not what followed. With him still buried inside you, you felt his cock begin to harden again. Grey eyes stared down at you intensely.

“… We have to make certain, no?” His hands came to hold your hips. You swallowed. It seemed your night would be long and exhausting.

Volo had no intention of leaving you.

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You sighed as your boyfriend’s clothes laid on the bed. The shower could be heard running from the attached bathroom. It was clear that he had forgotten them when he went off to clean up. Picking them up, you headed into the room to leave them on the counter. Yet, as you did, the mirror caught your eye curiously. The clothes in your hands were distinct… Fascinating even. They gave a certain signature presence to your boyfriend as he wore them. A sight that was impossible to not recognise. You picked up a piece of it and had an idea. He would not be out of the shower for a decent while longer, as he had just gotten up and needed to wake up still.

Archie

💧 The Aqua Leader slid open the shower with a yawn to reach for a towel he had laid nearby on the toilet. He would have simply continued onwards to dry himself off – his dark hair dribbling water endlessly onto his face. Instead, he spied you after he dried his face off. You stood wearing his wetsuit and bandana. He cocked up a brow as you struck a confident hand on hips pose. What were you doing? A chuckle came from when you suddenly startled, spying him in the reflection of the mirror. Turning your head to meet his real gaze, he finished wrapping the towel around his waist and stepped towards you. The suit really did not fit you all too well, but he thought it looked adorable on you. He debated having one made for you even… There was a certain appeal to you donning an Aqua uniform that he would not deny. Besides, he already saw you a member. Why not just make it official?

💧 “Is this you trying to take over my crew?” he teased you lightly, bringing his arms around your waist and burying his face into your nape. “Guess you are one of the top people I’d trust to Aqua if I ever stepped down…” Archie mumbled. You grew a bit flustered at his words, drawing out another chuckle from him. He thought you were far too cute. Really, a nice surprise this morning for him. It certainly was helping wake him up. His hands travelled to play with the anchor chain around your neck as he took in your body wearing his clothes again. “Though, do you think you could pull off a beard? It’s an important part of my look, Luvdisc–” You cut him off by kissing him.

Maxie

🪨 The Magma Leader slid open the shower door and reached out for a small towel to wrap up his hair and dry his face. At first, there was little to take in since he had not yet put on his glasses. He was vaguely aware that you were in the bathroom, but when he finally put them on, he stood shocked. You had dressed yourself up in his Magma uniform and stood in a stiff pose with your arms locked behind your back. Your face was forced into a neutral expression. He was momentarily shocked. What… were you doing? What was this? He had no idea why you were wearing his clothes. It was far too early for this. There was no caffeine in his body yet. With his towel wrapped around him, he stepped toward you with a befuddled expression. You turned to meet his gaze with a now playful expression.

🪨 “May I inquire as to why you are wearing my clothes?” His hands rested firmly on his hips. He doubted that you wanted to take over Magma… Really, only one person seemed to have that goal for some reason, that was unknown to him. “There is no opening for you to fill at this time,” he shook his head. You pouted at him before quickly switching to mimic his expression. He nearly let out a shriek when you reached over to snag his glasses. Maxie was glaring at you as you placed them on your face. “Those are prescription!” he warned, “… Really… What has come over you? It’s too early for this…” You decided to have some mercy on the redhead by placing a sweet kiss on his cheek. His face then matched his (covered) hair.

Lysandre

☕️ As he slid open the shower door, he carefully dried off his face. He had heard you come in and expected that you had brought him his clothes. As his attention moved to the counter, he stared at you. His suit was far too big on you as you attempted some serious pose. The Flare Boss pondered what in the world you were doing, alongside how strangely adorable it was to see you in his ill-fitted clothing. It was almost comedic how badly they were suited to your body. Granted, it was especially tailored to him, and he was not a normally sized person. Striding to your side, he watched as your expression morphed into shock for a moment. He gave a soft smile. You were so adorable… Utterly precious. Simply next to his idea of beauty in such a high regard… He could not resist you in any way, it seemed. His hand cupped your cheek as though you were made of fragile glass.

☕️ “How adorable you are, my love,” he said simply as his piercing eyes met your own. The usual terrifying passion that burned in them was replaced with a softer ember, showing how true his feelings for you were. “Are you wishing to imitate me?” he questioned, wondering just what drew you to the idea of wearing his clothes. Your cheeks grew warm. His gaze softened further. All the ugliness and cruelty in this world… It all felt miles away when he was with you. His thumb stroked your cheek softly. “… Do you wish to have a suit like mine? I will have one made for you at once…” His heart raced at the thought of you joining Flare and working with him for his beautiful world, “All you have to do is ask…” You proceeded to just catch him unawares by standing up taller and pressing a kiss to his lips. He eagerly returned the affection.

Cyrus

☄️ The exhaustion in Cyrus’s bones seemed unable to leave as he finally turned off the shower and stepped out. He had heard the door opened and figured that you had brought him his clothing that he had forgotten in his morning tiredness. Drying his face and wrapping his towel around himself, he glanced at the counter. You stood there, wearing his clothing. Your arms were locked behind your back in a stiff pose that he usually took on. His clothing fit you a bit strangely. He was mostly confused as to why you were even wearing his clothing. It was a strange look on you… Though, he supposed, it may have had its appeal. Well, were he not so tired. He strode towards you wordlessly, placing a hand on your shoulder simply to catch your attention.

☄️ “… Beloved, what is this?” he asked, face deathly serious. It was almost comparable to telling him that his company building was burning and all his precious work was trapped inside. You shifted nervously. Why did he look so… mad? He sighed. It was obvious that something had now made you nervous. His uniform looked odd on you… The sleeves were just a tad too long, hanging over your hands. The pants were similar. The vest hung on your strangely. Why did…? Why did his cheeks feel warm? He swallowed. “May I ask that you return my clothing?” he spoke softly, trying to mask whatever strangeness was happening to him. You apparently caught onto it, however. Suddenly, you pulled him in for a kiss, shocking him. He could not understand why both you wearing his clothing and this simple show of affection made his heart race so much. All he could do was curse spirit for drawing such strange things out of him.

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Cyrus

☄️ There was nothing but immense shame over his actions on his mind. This was a pitiful submission to woeful human emotions – He wanted to be rid of them, yet the thought of you escaping him made his stomach churn painfully and left him with worse insomnia than he already faced. It was a sickness – A genuine physical ailment that plagued him. His actions were pitiful. He despised them. But, having you in his grasp eased the harsh feeling that ate at his heart otherwise. You were safe. All the irrational thoughts that had plagued his mind faded. He could close his eyes for but a moment and finally rest. When you awoke, he was certain there would be harsh reality to face, but for now, those sickening emotions – his disgusting spirit – were at ease. He swallowed. Something in him dared allow him the ability to lay at your side. Your presence alone was enough to lull him into the sweet confines of unconscious.

☄️ When he awoke, it was to a weight on top of him. His heavy eyes opened. His arms had wrapped around whatever laid on top of him. Warmth soaked into him in a way that felt completely foreign to him. His gaze focused on what was on top of him. You. Your eyes were open and staring into his own bleary ones. Your hands were still bound carefully, but somehow, you seemed not at all bothered by your current situation. Cyrus quickly regained himself and moved you back to lay beside him. A whine came from you as you whined about not being able to cuddle with him properly. What were you talking about—? You should have been horrified, yet you looked more upset that he dared stop holding you to himself. He swallowed. Something was wrong here. You kept whinging so genuinely about wanting to go back to cuddling.

☄️ Soon after, your behaviour showed no faults or waning. You simply acted like this was some kind of normal relationship. He was out of his mind about the whole thing. It was illogical – You should have been afraid and angry, yet you clung to him and treated him like a normal partner. Even when left unmonitored and unbound, you never tried to flee the apartment. It was beyond his understanding. Truly, it should have been everything that he wanted, but the lucidity of the situation made accepting it nearly impossible. You seemed confused about why he questioned you when he did, simply stating that you only loved him. In the end, he supposes that this, too, must be an effect of spirit. His main worry then becomes what will become of you and himself when he finally succeeds in removing spirit. Assuredly, then, you would stay with him even still. It only seemed right.

Volo

⭐️ He felt nothing for his actions. Was he aware they could have horrible consequences? Certainly. Did he care? Perhaps, somewhere deep down. The merchant felt almost certain that he would get away with it. You were an outsider like him. The Galaxy Team would have a few common searches before ultimately giving up and deeming you AWOL or likely dead. He hoped for the latter, but he had failed to set up a proper scene to help better lead them to that conclusion. His decision to take you had been made entirely on the fly. Not his best moment, but he supposed his careful planning, coming into danger alongside you threatening to abandon him, set him off in a way that he had never truly felt before. Simple desperation had consumed him. You had been dragged off to a remote, hidden area of Hisui. It was unlikely that anyone would ever find you, nor would you get away.

⭐️ When you awoke, he had expected you to shout, scream, and attack him, but you seemed to relax instead. He thought your behaviour was strange. There was a chance that you were doing it in order to force yourself to have better control of the situation. He would scoff at that. You were bound quite carefully and in an extremely remote area. Your pokeballs were also taken by him. You were truly st your weakest point. So, when you smiled at him and asked what this was. He felt his mind break a bit. Your smile… Was this manipulation? He pondered what your game here was. Unlike you, he would not allow himself to relax. Whatever act this was… Your seemingly genuine affection and acceptance… He would see through it. Volo was fully aware of many things.

⭐️ … Except how genuine you were being. Your apparent affection and love for him never lessened, nor did it seem forced. Your feelings were genuine. He was bewildered by this. Even when he tested you by leaving you unbound when he “left,” you simply began to household duties or wait for him to return. He was astonished by this. This was not at all what he predicted, but he was supposed to were not the worst possible things. Your genuine love… He could only smirk. Taking you as he had felt so useless now… It was clear that you were not going anywhere. Those foolish concerns felt completely far off from himself. It was easy for him to lose himself in it all. His perfect world… He could feel it so closely when he was with you. The blond could not wait to truly make it a reality. Your shared love would only grow stronger there.

Lysandre

☕️ It was not his best moment. Not by far. There was a part of him that burned with shame, while a larger part simply accepted that this was just how things were going to have to be. He had become frightened. Your refusal to join Team Flare – and even daring to attempt to flee from him – was driving him to extreme lengths. Losing you, such a beautiful and perfect being, was not an option. So, he used his connections and secured you quite easily. His Lumiosian apartment was soundproof, so there was little concern for anything. It was kept carefully locked, too. You would be safe here until he finally used to the Ultimate Weapon to create a perfect world. He would have all your needs and wants tended to, yet he would absolutely make certain that you could not dare escape from him. That was simply something that he refused to accept. Whatever disgust he may have felt for his own actions had to be cast aside in favour of your believed best interests.

☕️ So, when you awoke, he readied himself for curses and threats. The worst would come before the better… Yet, you did not. Your eyes stared at him intently while seemingly figuring out your surroundings. Then, you smiled. A genuine smile. One so sweet and loving that he found himself at a loss for words. What… was this? While Lysandre knew that his actions had been for your best interest, he had not expected you to feel similarly. Well, he assumed that was how you felt. You only asked that he unbind you. He did so, readying himself again for a possible violent outburst, but it never came. Instead, you hugged him tightly and mumbled out about your love for him. He was shocked into silence. This… This was not at all a predicted response – especially with how you had tried to run quite literally just before. Part of him remained on edge this was fake, but the other more desperate half just wanted all this to be real.

☕️ Naturally, he tests you to see just how real your actions are. You continue to shock him with how you genuinely seemed to be in love with him. He describes your behaviour patterns to one of those in Team Flare, and they note that you had likely developed Stockholm syndrome. Quite quickly, they added, but your behaviours did align. He felt disgusted yet contented that such behaviours had been drawn out of you. You still refused to join Flare, but he supposed that was alright since now he could protect you more directly. You would be following after him whether you wanted to or not – And you almost seemed to want to if it did not involve his group. He supposed that whatever feelings you held for Flare were pointless since you would be joining him in his perfect world. You were his lover, after all. That was something you had made more than clear in your constant demands for his affection and attention.

Giovanni

🟥 It was easy to arrange and done with little hesitation. Giovanni was quite used to taking what he wanted with little question. So when you, a trainer who started opposing Rocket, had denied him what he wanted. Well, he simply took matters into his own hands. It was a bit of annoyance having to deal with you constantly disrupting his plans and making him look weak to his underlings. You even had the gall to deny his offerings of joining his organisation, stating you were above his criminality. He wanted to scoff. Trying to run from him… How utterly useless that had been. You were taken deep into one of his safehouses as he debated just what do with you when you woke up. Screaming and crying would be annoying to deal with usually, but some part of him was excited to see you at such a low point.

🟥 That was not to come, however. When you finally woke up, you were a bit shocked, yes, but seemingly calmed down once you saw the Rocket boss. You struggled against the cuffs that trapped your wrists to the headboard. He cocked a brow when you asked him politely to unlock you. Giovanni only replied by leaning over you to intimidate you and threaten that you were not in a place to make demands. But, instead, you tried to rain up to meet his lips. The older man was shocked momentarily before chuckling. Oh, what was this? Were you attempting to fawn over a fight or flight reaction. Fascinating. There would be no complaints from him on such things. You could not pull a fast one on him, either. He would be careful to observe just what you were doing and why.

🟥 Though, he was stunned to see you never faltered. This apparent love you felt for him was real enough. You were insistent enough that he let you have some freedoms that he did eventually relent. When he finally did, there were no true escape attempts. At worst, you tried to follow him out whenever you felt that he had failed to give you adequate attention, but it was not really an attempt at fleeing and regaining your lost freedom. He was fully aware of what had happened to you. This was not his first time observing such a thing, but he supposed he quite preferred it when it was someone that he had an interest in over some random target that his group brought in for whatever reason. Due to your strong feelings for him mixed with your desperation to stay near him, it was not hard to convince you to take his offer to join Rocket this time around. Whatever oddities had brought about the situation, he could only be happy that it brought the exact results he wanted.

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Guzma

□ While it was basically common knowledge around Alola that Guzma was the “big, bad boss” of Team Skull, it was not exactly a title he preferred those closest to call him. Lusamine certainly did not (for likely worse reasons than he thought), Nanu scoffed at the thought, and Plumeria simply opted against it since they worked together to head the group of delinquents. His underlings did, though. It was a toss-up between boss or their boy Guzma. So, when he asked you casually to grab something for him, and you responded with, “On it, boss.” He was stricken for a moment.

□ Yes, he did technically consider you a member of Team Skull – You had the cap and pendant and everything – You were not exactly beneath him. Really, you were on a level like Plumeria to him, or even arguably above him. Though, he would never admit the latter part aloud. You shoot you a strange look for a moment as you walk off to grab whatever he had requested. Okay, maybe it was a joke. Only – it kept happening. He asked if you were grasping what he was saying one day, and you responded with that you “got it, boss.” He was bewildered. Why? Finally, he had to ask. You were not some underling to him — It was a bit to even partially view you like that. His partner was definitely nearly his equal, if not, actually.

□ Your explanation gets a loud bark of laughter from him. Really? That is it? Whatever, then. More power to you. He guesses he gets it. Part of him is partially aware that he is playing himself up as some big, scary boss. He has to in order to keep Team Skull as something mildly feared (even if they are just considered a nuisance at worst by people). He guesses it is fine, as long as you know that he does not see you as some underling of his. You are genuinely someone he loves and cares about, and in no way does he ever want you to feel like you are lesser than him. As long as that is completely understood, you can call him whatever you please. Though, there is something mildly hilarious that you keep calling him it even after disbanding Team Skull, too.

Cyrus

☄️ In truth, most people do not call him boss to his face. That is simply his position and how he is referred to. He is far aware that his commanders and grunts both call him boss. Yet, to his face, they only refer to him as Master Cyrus. The title did not really bother him… Simply put, it was the truth. He was their boss. Logically, referring to him as that made the most sense. Even normal employees of Galactic, aside from those aiding in his, ahem, special work, usually used that title. So when you, his lover, responded with an “on it, boss,” after he asked you to hand him a document he needed, he flinched.

☄️ You did not know his plans. There was simply no way you could have, nor were you an employee at his company. He blinked as he took the paper you handed him. Did… someone speak with you? Who, if so? He knew this was irrational, yet it only made him worry more. He struggled to recall a time that you had previously called him that. If it had only stayed as that one event, he likely would have forced himself to discard whatever thoughts had come out. Except… It was not. Repeatedly, you had taken to calling him boss seemingly whenever he asked you for things. It almost made his mind conjure up images of two of his commanders. You could not know. It was impossible. He was careful – calculated. And yet… He felt his worries swell.

☄️ Finally, Cyrus dares ask why you call him that. You hum in reply before explaining. He sits in silence, blinking a few times. So simple, so strange. Too close to the truth, but just distant enough to soothe his worries. He remarks that it feels strange when you call him that due to you being his romantic partner. Politely, he asks you to refrain from doing that. It simply does not sit well with him, even light-heartedly. The idea of you discovering his plans makes him distressed enough as it stood alone. He knows he cannot stop you completely, but you do notably lower the frequency of its use. Ultimately, you are not some goon underling of his and the idea of you pretending to be makes him feel strangely, which he does not want.

Lysandre

☕️ Do people call him boss? He struggles to think of an instance, either in Team Flare or his actual company. His presumes his underlings likely use the title to refer to him sometimes, but he does not know of a time in which he had heard it spoken to him directly. While he is certainly the Flare Boss, most people seem to simply refer to him by his name. Which he finds most appropriate since they are not supposed to be an overt organisation. Bringing unwanted attention to his plans should be the last thing that they do rather than among the first. So it was a situation when he asked if you could hand him something, and you replied with a simple “on it, boss” that shook him momentarily.

☕️ There was simply no way that you had become aware of his plans. It was next to impossible – He was deliberately keeping you uninvolved as it stood, with intentions to only invite you later. The red-haired man chokes on his coffee before forcing himself to calm down. Perhaps you were referring to his place as president of his company – He was a boss in multiple ways. There was no reason to presume the worst possible scenario with little evidence to along with it. Yet, as you continued to refer to him as the title, his nerves grew more and more tense. It felt less like a joking jab and more like a knowing comment, even if it was never spoken with a serious tone of voice. He pondered what this could be but stopped himself before he fell top far into irrational thought. No, he must not do that. There was a better way to go about this.

☕️ So, Lysandre simply asks you. You tilt your head and give your reasoning. Despite how close it comes to the truth, he can tell that you seem utterly unaware even still. He feels ridiculous for being so worried about such a small thing. A joke… You simply wanted to feel like some criminal goon. He shook his head. That was the furthest thing from what you were in his eyes, so a genuine laugh escaped him. If it was only that – Well, Lysandre could bear the strange worry that bloomed in his chest. It simply was a joke between you and him. A joke with an unintentionally very real connection.

Colress

🧪 While he may be the “boss” Team Plasma as it stood, he struggled to recall how people referred to him. Most of the group actually seemed to look more towards Ghetsis for direction over him. Even Colress was aware of just how hollow his title was. He was more of an acting leader to put a boundary between Ghetsis and everyone. The scientist did not care so long as funds kept coming to support his research. Though, he was almost certain no one ever referred to him as boss. Well, except for one person. He simply had asked you to hand him a tool as he worked on a new machine, to which you gave the simple reply of “on it, boss.” He startled for a moment, gazing at you with large yellow eyes.

🧪 Did you know…? Colress would admit that he had not exactly been careful, but few actually suspected him of having any strong connections to Team Plasma. It was nothing he outwardly attempted, but his desires simply were not the most aligned with those of the group. Only Kyurem was a strong fascination for him… Had you put this together on your own somehow? Colress pondered it for quite a long time, neither making a comment of here nor there. You simply continued to refer to him by the word “boss” on and off. It was a bit of an oddity, he would admit. Paranoia was not a feeling he cared to acknowledge – rather, he felt, if knew then you simply knew.

🧪 One day, after you had done it again, he simply asked why you called him that. Your explanation almost only made him wish to laugh. Oh… To feel like an evil goon… Ah, he genuinely could not recall the last time he felt so amused. Your relationship with him was so far removed from Team Plasma, and he was almost certain you were actually unaware that it was genuinely fascinating how close to the truth you had gotten. Perhaps you had suspicions… Well, if you were not going to bring them up, he would avoid it, too. Truthfully, the last thing he wanted was to involve you. He was using Team Plasma as it was using him. Your joking title for him would simply remain something he has a strange amusement for.

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Giovanni

🟥 He finds this trait quite valuable, naturally. Pokemon of any rare colouration will fetch a higher price even if they are common pokemon that most will barely register as important. Whether he believes you are a living shiny charm… He just assumes you are talented in seeking out these pokemon. There are many legends and rumours about things that make these genetic anomalies more likely to occur, of course. He had messed around with a few himself to see if it were at all possible. Unfortunately, he decided that was not the case. Or, perhaps the difference was not worth whatever it took to procure the supposed lucky items. Unfortunately, most of your gifts to him are passed along to his sellers, but he does keep quite a few nonetheless.

🟥 When you gifted him a blue, male Nidoran, you had somehow pierced his cold heart. A rare genuine smile crossed his lips as he regarded the pokemon carefully. It seemed you were aware of his tastes. He appreciated the gift thoroughly… The pokemon would join his team quite quickly, earning its place among his other pokemon. The blue Nidoking almost becoming something like an ace to him. Of course, your purple female Nidoran sparked a certain kind of joy in him. Something between a quiet claim on you and your obvious interest in matching with him. The green Nidoqueen almost represents a certain status you have within his organisation, even if you were not officially a member.

Archer

♦️ Your talent intrigues him, no doubt. Whether this is before or after Giovanni disbanded Rocket, he is always looking for a way to increase profits, and your generous gifts certainly give him a hand there. He is aware that he should feel worse about giving away the pokemon that you so lovingly gift to him, but he has dedicated his whole self to Rocket… Assuredly, you would come to understand. You give him so many since you seem to attract them. Part of him wants to study how you do it and imitate you, but even you seem unaware of just how you did it. It was frustrating, but he supposed it mattered little since you kept a nice supply to him. He is quite like his boss in many regards to this… There is a fake apology from him if you do seem hurt by his actions. The last thing he wants is for you to run off or lose your gifts.

♦️ He does keep some of them, though. Archer is not stupid enough to let things that clearly mean a lot to you slip away from him. And besides… Part of him does appreciate that you clearly adore him so much that you would give these gifts away. A green Zubat stays with him alongside a blue Houndour. The fact you gifted him such pokemon… He understood. They would even possibly join his team to reflect his position as an executive. (Though, only if Giovanni himself had a few shinies, too.) When you show him your bright blue Houndoom, he lets himself have a genuine smile. How cute. You wanted to match with him. Your love was clearly secured. He lets himself breathe and sends out his Houndoom. The two pokemon seem to reflect the relationship you two had in no time at all.

Colress

🧪 He is not necessarily sure he believes in your luck as a superstitious thing, but there is clearly something about you that does seem to attract shiny pokemon to you. Colress was fully aware of rumours about shiny charms and breeding pokemon from two different regions to increase the chances of hatching a shiny variation. There was scientific documentation even, but the increased chances were never something potentially high enough to warrant it if you were a normal person and not a breeder. He pondered what about you could attract these pokemon. Luck was something that was calculable and could be broken down, but he doubted it was just that. He is fascinated in your existence as a scientist, and he is documenting everything related to your outings. His current theory is a pheromone. Do not even ask how he got there.

🧪 Your gifts of shiny pokemon are thoroughly cherished. His research should naturally include multiple kinds of variations and variables related to pokemon and bonds, so having the chance to work with such rare pokemon gives him a chance to explore as many opportunities as possible. They are well taken care of, too, naturally. It is not in Colress’s nature to be unnecessarily cruel. When you start gifting him shiny variants of his own team, his eyes light up. Even better to compare… He is utterly fascinated. When you show up with a beige-toned Klinklang, he is further elated. You chose one of his choices of pokemon species to keep as a partner. His bond with you must be quite strong, as well. There will be lots of data to observe… Prepare to be followed around by Colress and his tablet. You have entirely caught his heart and scientific interest.

Grimsley

♤ His intrigue is certainly up there. There was a certain theory he had about you being a good luck charm, but this was clearly some further expression of it. He fully believes that you must be some strangely lucky person due to the sheer number of shinies that you encounter.  Part of him wonders if he should strap you up with a shiny charm, have you do a certain pokemon breeding method, and see what profits are to be had. He starts internally betting your odds, wanting to figure out just what percentage you had to gather. Anything can become gambling for him, and your odds of finding a shiny Audino seem just as good as playing roulette. Really, he is simply astounded that his read on you had been even more correct that he initially intended.

♡ Your gifts of shiny pokemon are appreciated, and he takes the time to care for everything you give to him. Unlike some people, he actually enjoys gifts from his partner, and the fact that you trust him with these pokemon does mean a lot to him. Grimsley is aware of how shady he seems but feels glad that you saw through it. The shiny Purrloin you gave him was truly something cherished. He lets the blue kitten curl up in his lap any time, not caring about the fur that takes over his suits. Part of him wonders if your luck transfers over to the pokemon you gift… He supposes he could find out by training them. When you appear with a red Liepard rubbing into your side, his smirk becomes uncontrolled. Oh, is that it? He easily makes the cruel pokemon purr while meeting your eyes. It seemed you wanted to match. He was more than happy to do so. But… Well, his Liepard was a bit too jealous to do anything in the end. How unfortunate.

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The metal was cool as it touched your skin. You only dared to tense up as the necklace was latched from behind. The end of the jewellery was a silver pendant, which your eyes could never forget. Only three people you had met ever plainly wore those. One of whom you trusted dearly and wished that you could call out to. There was no chance of that. Not when two arms wrapped around your body tightly after the necklace had been latched. A head rested atop your own.

“With that, I’d say that shows our relationship,” his voice was deep and low. His hand came to hold the silver pendant for a moment. Its meaning had been lost on you with Cynthia, but both the man behind you and Cogita had made it clear it was some traditional piece of their vanishing culture. Volo’s words only further solidified it. The pendant would serve as a plain sight way of connecting to Volo and his people. In the reflection, you could see your own exhausted face and the eerie countenance the merchant held. It was just the two of you these days. All your friends likely still searching, but they would not find you in this isolated place within the wilds of Hisui. Your plans of returning to your era became further and further away.

He moved his head and brought his hand to instead hold your chin. Your gaze was made to meet his own. His eyes were the same colour of the pendant, you noted. They were just as cold, too. A shaky breath left him. “As one chosen by Arceus, it only makes sense for you to remain alongside his worshippers, does it not?” His envy. The burning jealousy that the god he so obsessed over dared choose you over him. Yet, despite that all, it was that same obsession that brought you here — stuck with him. You were who denied everything that he worked so hard for, yet you were also the only person in the world he thought could relate to him. You were not slipping away from him.

“I do love you,” the words were spoken in a softer tone, an attempt to comfort you, perhaps. Something like affection seemed to linger in his eyes. Was it real or fake? It was difficult to tell with him. Maybe he had truly convinced himself that what he felt was affection for you. Some sick, twisted form of love. But… It was equally possible that he was lucid of the reality of this all. You certainly were. The pendant around your neck still felt like ice. He was waiting on you, you realised. Your words… He wanted to hear you speak back to him.

“I love you, too, Volo.”

The words had been true at one point. You had fallen in love with the merchant. That was until his true nature had been revealed, and the man you had thought you had known felt like a distant dream. He certainly was not the man who currently held your chin. Everything was the same — His golden hair that caught the sun so beautifully and a handsome face that many failed to resist. If only they saw what had lied beneath that mask. The madness that lurked just under the surface.

You should hate Volo; despise his very existence with your whole heart. He was ready to destroy this world to create his own idea of a better one; ready to attack you to claim the plates that he had manipulated you into obtaining. Lies had been present from him since the beginning. (Were they lies? More so omissions of truth… He simply never told you more than he felt that you needed to know.) You reached a hand up to cup his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin under your hand. Volo was a pitiful man. You would likely never truly know the extent of what he experienced in his life. Those precious formative years, clearly filled with horrible heartache to mould him into a person ready to destroy everything for some twisted idea of happiness and peace.

Humans could feel two things at once. You both despised and loved Volo. Both things swirled inside you miserably. It was why you found him; why you stayed with him. His kindness… Was it fake? You were unsure. It felt real enough. The hand extended to you at your lowest moment… How he laid with you in the grass outside Cogita’s home, watching the stars with you. That smile which had pulled at his lips. Where the falsities ended and the truth started was impossible to tell.

Lips pressed together in a strange kiss. Heavy emotions swirled inside it. Moments passed with neither of you daring to separate. Eventually, you took the initiative as your neck hurt. Your gazes met again.

“Thank you for the pendant,” you finally expressed some semblance of gratitude, “… To have you accept me as one of your people means a lot, I understand.” A nod was given in reply.

Somehow… You thought of Cynthia again. So much of her was like him… Your hand came to hold the pendant this time.

It seemed your connections ran deep.

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Volo

⭐️ The merchant is observant of everything. His eyes took note of every little thing – It was part of what made him good at being a salesman and his hobby of history. That eye for detail let him catch on quite quickly to who was a threat to his plans or who was not. You ended up being on the threat side – naturally, since you fell from the sky and seem to just have everything fall into place for you to dismantle everything he worked so hard to create. But, whatever bitter feelings were held mixed horribly with this strange affection in his chest. You were an outsider – like him. You both shared such horrible experiences of being othered. He felt this sick attachment grow deeper and deeper as he spent more time at your side. Your trust… He adored it more than anything. How you looked to him for aid… Which is why he felt himself pause when you suddenly exclaimed that you had feelings for someone.

⭐️ “I… I have this person I love so dearly,” you had told him, while staring into his eyes, “I don’t think I can tell them. I doubt they return my feelings…” The first thought in Volo’s mind is he certainly hoped they did not return anything you felt. Cruelty meant nothing to him – He did not want anyone else to be with you aside from himself. His new world… His initial intentions to remove you entirely had shifted into keeping you at his side. That was your place. It was with his usual amicable facade that he smiled at you and inquired simply into who that might be. He could give you advice, he claimed. He was familiar with a lot of different people, after all. You refused, saying it was too embarrassing. Volo sighed. Forcing you to admit it might ruin the precious trust he worked so hard to build with you.

⭐️ He then found himself stewing on it for days. Who? Who could it be? The Diamond Clan leader? He always seemed popular. That professor? It was unlikely, but he supposed not impossible. He found himself following you more often, trying to figure it out. Nothing came to him. Who could it be? It was rare that something was so well hidden from him. How could your supposed romantic interest be more elusive than Arceus itself? It was maddening. That was, until you caught yourself alone with him again. You shifted uncomfortably before declaring your feelings… for him. “I… I like you, Volo!” Those words… He felt taken aback for a moment before he could not help but chuckle. Of course… Right… He happily reciprocated your feelings. This was how it should be, after all.

Archer

♦️ It was rare that he felt any kind of attachment towards anything unrelated to Rocket or Giovanni. But, you certainly had managed to keep his attention. An annoying rival – a nuisance to everything he worked so hard for. He only agreed to be around you to keep an eye on you. It was obnoxious, observing what you did and listening to what you said. He despised the idea of you pulling a fast one on you. Despite this, the Rocket Executive supposed it was not the worst experience. There were definitely worse tasks to be assigned, he knew. He knew you somehow had come to view him as a friend – how, he did not know. And, well, unfortunately for him, his own feelings began to make him react strangely to you.

♦️ “There’s this person I’m interested in,” you told him during one of your various outings that you bad invited him to join you on. Those simple words had unleashed a strange sense of madness in his mind. Interested in? Who? Part of figured it would be good to use against you if you kept being a nuisance for Rocket, but the other half genuinely seethed at the thought of you liking someone. Why? Were they as good a trainer as you? He only wanted someone worthy to be with you. … And he only found one person worthy. Though, he dared not admit that to himself. He bit his lip and kept his cool facade to ask who it was. He simply needed to know.

♦️Your gaze shifted onto him as you smiled far too sweetly. It was not something that he often saw in his line of you. “… Well, it’s you, Archer,” you admitted. He blinked. For a moment, he has heard your words but failed to process them. Yes… Him, right. That makes sense. Then it hit him. He blinked. Him? You were interested in him? It was like… a golden opportunity. He could hardly believe it, but he supposed you found him to be a friend despite everything, getting a crush was not so far off. He swallowed. The idea of being with you did not bother him as much as he expected, either. It was with a trained ease that he accepted your confession. This might prove fruitful in actually stopping you… And he supposed he was allowed to indulge himself now and again.

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☄️ The Galactic Boss was a man who naturally was simply not expressive. A stoic expression usually rested on his face and chased most away from him due to how simply intimidating he could be. While he was aware of this, he often did not care too much of what others thought of him. If they were intimidated, then they should be. Though, many who were more acquainted with him skewed a talent for reading his expressions. Subtly was his truest talent, and seeing through him was simply something you had to learn to do in order to put up with him long term. Yet, he was only human. No matter how in control and careful he was, you had seen his mask slip a few times. Annoyance crossing his face at an error made at work or a small smile at a project going well. It was entirely possible to break through his careful expression.

☄️ Which made you determined. Something about a streak of Cyrus being far too secretive had made you fall into a certain kind of madness. Mostly, you wanted to fluster the spaceman to the best of your ability. The perfect opportunity rose when he came home at a reasonable hour and seemed to join you in the living room in his own way. His attention was entirely on the tablet in his hands as he clearly looked over something. You pondered just how to go about this. It was not too hard to catch him off-guard when it came to romantic actions, but you wondered whether or not you could get him to blush. You had a bold move in mind suddenly. Bravely, you moved his tablet out of the way. Before he could question just what you thought you were doing, you crawled into his lap and pressed his face into your chest. He was silent for a moment. Your eyes stared into his own. A distinct shade of pink grew across his cheeks. Smiling, you had to speak, “You know, I deserve your attention, too, Cy?”

☄️ Gently, he pushed you away and averted his gaze. His expression was still something stern, but the obvious brightness of his cheeks was simply too cute. He cleared his throat and shook his head. “Was there simply not a more rational method to obtain it?” he questioned. You shook your head. He scoffed. His head turned back to you as he brought a hand to your cheek and gently stroked it with his thumb. “… Well, now what do you want to do since you have it?” You wondered. Leaning in closer to him, you had a few ideas.

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⭐️ Really, in the end, how he ends up winning and who his interest is plays a major role in quite a few things. But, truthfully, Volo’s interest is hard to truly capture and being someone he views as both a direct threat and asset is truly the easiest way. In those final moments before he gains everything he has ever desired, he would admit to being in the throes of a madness. To be so close to what he wanted, he would threaten just about anyone to ensure what he wants. So, unfortunately, you had your life threatened. Not that it was ever really his goal to kill you – No, that was the furthest possible thing he wanted. You were just the source of many conflicting emotions within him. But, in the moment that he brought Arceus to its knees and usurped its place in the world – He felt his madness and mania blend into some horrible esoteric knowledge that might have brought more uninclined minds to certain extinction.

⭐️ His goals – He understands it was far beyond what anyone comprehend. To erase everything as it were – You, the world that you knew, and pokemon – And rebirth this world into one that he found more suitable. All the heartache and cruelness he had witnessed; the elimination and destruction of his people and the ire of those around him for being an outsider. He both wanted to bring the world to its knees and make a place where peace markedly reigned. A peace that he would shape with his own hands. Arceus was nothing but a decent thought as he stood above the very world he had destroyed and recreated in an instant. You laid before him, unconscious and blissfully unaware. He stood with you on a platform far above the peak of Mount Coronet, where the region under you both was reduced to blind worship of him and nothing of the bloodshed and conflict that previously echoed out.

⭐️ When you awoke, you gazed in shock at the changes that had overcome the blond you had thought you knew. Long hair streamed down almost like liquid gold, while grey eyes held a certain verdant and crimson colouring within a glow. A bright halo of a familiar ring stood out behind his back. Whatever humanity the already ethereal man held was cast out. You truly felt the weight of your failure on your shoulders. Arceus had tasked you with stopping him. Your stomach twisted as he brought you up to your feet with an unknown force. His hand grasped your chin. That madness still swirled in those eyes, only marred with the unspeakable power that he had gained. “… Well, chosen one?” His tone was mocked. You could only swallow dryly.

⭐️ In truth, you are his chosen one – Quite above everyone else that existed in this twisted world, but still leagues beneath Volo. Your only place was at his side, and he despised having you wander too far from him. There was some irrational fear in him, partly of you somehow gaining the power to overthrow him, even if he knew that was impossible. However, even worse was the thought that you might dare give your attention to someone unworthy of it. Which, to him, was everyone but him. The only company outside of him that you were allowed was Cogita, who was nearly as mortified as you were by what Volo had done. Except, she had partially expected it. If you admitted to loneliness, he would sigh and attempt to mend it with pokemon. There was little interest from him in allowing you to talk with other human beings.

⭐️ His love is a toxic, burning one. It is all-consuming. He expects your attention to entirely be on him. There is a demand for you to both worship him and hold genuine love for him. In this world he created, it was you alone who could recall him as a human – Only you knew of that side of him. In attempting to make his perfect world, he only ended up isolating himself further. But, he failed to deign that with any true care. None of that mattered when he had you all to himself. Once more, just as in Hisui, you were isolated. Like him. The loneliness and desperation would see you in his arms willingly as it had before. His feelings are genuine, unfortunately, but his love was never going to be a kind one. At least now, he can give you whatever you so desire – and he will. Anything you even merely think about wanting will likely be given to you in order to keep you happy.

⭐️ In the end, he is truly some kind of terrifying, authoritarian god with many complexes that still eat at him even in his position. Most of the people of this twisted world he calls a paradise are barely resemblances of people from the old world. Or perhaps that truly is just the separation between you and them. Pokemon exist, but they seem much unlike the terrifying beasts of Hisui and more like barely sentient beings. Solely those pokemon he wielded were anything of note – Worshipped as pieces of him. Giratina, too, had its own place chief among them. It is a hollow live, but there was nothing anyone could do to change it… Unless there was?

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☄️ His focused expression was utterly adorable. He was in one of his jumpsuits knelt down working on some machine. What it was for was completely beyond you, but what you saw was an utterly rare, cute side of Cyrus. His expression was still stern. Though, it was rare that it was not, but he seemed so in his element. Whatever clunkiness or uncertainty may have plagued him somewhere else was replaced with complete and utter understanding. His love of machines was plain to see for anyone who dared have a look. And, well, you were always charmed by him. Who would not be? When peeling back that harsh front, there was a soft man right underneath. Smiling, you caught him when he pulled away to look at his work from a proper angle. “… If I were a machine, I’d let you press all my buttons,” you cooed at him as he glanced at you.

☄️ For a moment, you would dare say you saw a bit of pink on his cheeks, but that was quickly replaced by a deadpan expression from him. Whatever cuteness had been lurking was replaced by something more confused. He stared at you in silence as the words hovered in the air awkwardly. Cyrus contemplated them deeply. If you were a machine… Part of him completely understood the undertone intended by your words, but he simply could not allow such thoughts. His attachment to machines did not correlate in such a manner, and he was not the type to press buttons blindly. He was even more confused why you would say it now of all times. He was clearly in the middle of something. There was no interest in pushing any of your “buttons” in this current moment from him.

☄️ “… Later,” he grumbled, deciding against chiding you or playing too far into whatever you wanted. You pouted for a moment before locking onto his arm. Smiling instead, you nuzzled your cheek against his shoulder. A “you promise?” left you, and he rolled his eyes unconsciously. What was wrong with you? He decided that he would rather not know – His work was far more important to him as it stood. Besides, if he said anything else, he could feel you would tug him around further. He just debated the next test he needed to run on this project.

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What was supposed to be a fun sparring match with your boyfriend had turned into something unfortunate. A slip up during battle – Daring to move just a bit closer to the action due to intense focus. It led to an attack by his pokemon landing on you instead of your own pokemon. You fell to the ground while clutching the part of your body that had taken the brunt of the attack. Instantly, the room erupted into chaos, your pokemon rushed over to your side alongside your boyfriend. The man himself seemed to move at an impossible speed, forcing the pokemon away to assess you himself.

Cyrus

☄️ The Night Slash from his Weavile stung horribly as you clutched your arm and doubled over in pain. The poor pokemon looked mortified by what it had done, staring at you with large, red eyes. Your own pokemon desperately tried to help you, too, making a sad cry and nuzzling into your side. The worst of the three had to be Cyrus, who gazed in a nearly frozen state at your bleeding arm. You could already tell that he was blaming himself for what happened to you. His self-deprecation was harsh and unforgiving. You wished for him to say something, but nothing would leave him. It was silent. Weavile even dared come closer to you and started to purr into your side, trying desperately to apologise. You held no admonition toward the pokemon, nor did you its master.

☄️ Cyrus felt completely taken aback by the situation. Certainly, he was aware that pokemon could be dangerous. Injury to humans were not uncommon – There was a reason most people wore repels when they had no pokemon or carried at least one on their person for protection. He was familiar with the fact that even pokemon that were close to humans could cause injury. A certain scar on his body tingled – A past electrical current that had ripped through him and rendered him unconscious, haunting his memory. His Weavile had not intended to do such a thing. He swallowed. Responsibility… He felt a desperate urge to take full responsibility for this. Seeing you in pain… the heart in his chest could not be more despised. These horrible feelings… He should be thinking about how to tend to your injury, not standing stunned into a silent stare.

☄️ “I… I apologise,” the words left him as he finally knelt down, pulling out a handkerchief and applying pressure onto the slash. He observed his Weavile’s attempts to placate you with a distant curiosity. The pokemon clearly was upset with itself. He frowned deeper. It was not its fault… “This is my fault–” Before he could begin his repentance, you silenced him. Bringing your hand to genuinely cover his mouth, you shook your head. Instead, all you asked if that he helped to treat the wound. Cyrus nodded. There was no need for any more words to be spoken – no need for further guilt. Insubstantial and fleeting, those feelings faded. He wanted to say that, but his heart felt heavy every time his eyes found your bandaged arm. Only after it healed did he finally forgive himself.

Colress

🧪 You clutched your arm as you tried to observe the damage from the Wild Charge of his Klinklang. You felt desperately lucky that it had not been a Gear Grind or that you might have been down a limb. Instead, a nasty burn followed your vein from where the electricity had run through your body. Thankfully, you knew to raise your left arm up so that the electricity did not run there. Klinklang hovered near you as silently as it could, mechanical eye blinking at you, the poor thing looked truly terrified. Well, as much as living gears could, you supposed. Your own pokemon was at your side, letting out sad cries and trying its best to comfort you. Colress knelt in front of you before you realized, tentatively taking your own into his gloved hands and observing your injured flesh. The pain was a strange kind of indescribable. You struggled to comprehend what Colress was feeling.

🧪 A scientist at heart, he had been paying special attention to this battle. It was between him and his partner – How would the bond between his pokemon and his partner play out? What of the ones he held with their pokemon? It was also fascinating to him. Perhaps he had been too focused on that, as this incident seemed avoidable. You should not have gotten so close to the battlefield, but he should not have failed to discern the risks. He would note this for future battles against you. But, his main concern became exceedingly obvious. An electric attack to a human could quickly prove fatal. Thankfully, you understood the path of least resistance and had acted accordingly to prevent lethal damage to your heart. Colress felt mortified at the thought. Losing you was unthinkable… Especially at the hands of his Klinklang. His partner pokemon…

🧪 “… A terrible error,” he mumbled as he drew his finger down the burn and narrowed his eyes. Getting you to a doctor was a high priority. You were stable as it was, but he worried his medical knowledge would not prove well enough here. He was aware that his heightened emotional state made him more likely to make errors. As much as bonds could provide strength, he would acknowledge the weakness they could also provide. “Can you stand? Do you feel stable?” he fell into a questioning mode to determine further his next course of actions. Your answers were carefully noted as he helped you along. In the end, he was unsatisfied with his performance and felt a focus on safety was required. Unleashing potential still mattered the most, but when it came at your detriment… Colress found himself unable to accept such results. He would rerun his simulations and tests. Your safety would be guaranteed.

Volo

⭐️ Your arm bled as you attempted to compress the large slash that had unfortunately been laid into your arm. Volo’s battling style was particularly ruthless, and that meant even a usually gentle pokemon as Togekiss could do some severe damage under his tutelage. The poor fairy-type was pressed into your side and made sad coos. Your own pokemon was in a similar condition. It was honestly more painful seeing the pokemon so upset than from the actual injury that it had inflicted onto your arm. The harsh winds it had cut into you with haunted your mind. Volo stood over you silently with an unreadable expression. The attack certainly not been intended for you, but unfortunately, the desire to get closer to the action had cost you something this time. Togekiss had looked mortified the moment it had realised where its attack was going.

⭐️ There was nothing but a shaking sense of terror in Volo’s heart. Perhaps a fleeting moment of the past, he would have desired nothing more than to see you as you were. Beneath him and weakened. Now, he felt sickened. The blood coming from your wound, and the obvious distress of his partner pokemon. Battling was dangerous. Pokemon were dangerous. Hisui was dangerous. His breath hitched. An injury like that could prove fatal. Why…? Why had you gotten so close to the battle? Were you an idiot? How had you survived for so long?! Frustration ate his heart horribly. Maddening… Everything had become maddening as of late. You were being foolish. He wanted to grab you by the shoulders and shake you, but that would change nothing.

⭐️ His hands grasped your arm as he pulled out cloth from his bag. He began to wrap it around the wound carefully. Injuries were a frequent thing in the wilds, so he was always prepared – even applying a salve meant to help it heal faster. It was silent as he did this. Words were beyond the situation. He caught your hand after he had finished his work. Lips pressed to your knuckles. He closed his eyes. “… You’re an idiot,” he mumbled quietly, “… You, of all people, should know how pokemon are.” His grey eyes stared into your own. You were silenced by his harsh words. There was nothing to say. His Togekiss let out another pitiful cry. You brought a hand to pet its head. Volo stood up and turned away from you. He would be harder on you about battle etiquette – even if he did not really care for such a thing.

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☄️ Overworking was simply second nature for the Galactic Boss. It was rare that he left on time, and many would describe him as essentially living in his office – cut off from the rest of the world to further fester on the things that haunted him. Though, he could not truly do that all the time. Someone was waiting on him, and he was not the type to allow others to suffer. So, he entered his apartment with little apprehension. A mistake apparently, since the first thing he was his full name called out. Instantly, he tensed up. Horrible memories flooded his mind. Whenever people would call his name… His parents, his teachers, other children… He swallowed. Were you upset? There were a number of things he knew that could have had you simply displeased with him. Would yelling follow? Words about his shortcomings? You appeared before him as he contemplated far too much.

☄️ He expected unpleasant things to follow, but you instead cupped his cheek gently. Your eyes stared into his own. There was no aggression on your face, simply concern. Your thumb stroked his cheek. He let the tension leave his body. Right… You were not like that. You had never been like that. Why would he think such awful things about you? The foolishness of spirit harming him again. But before he could spiral, you embraced him and softly admitted that you were trying to tease him before apologising for upsetting him. He let himself embrace you in return as a wordless apology. It was fine… You could not have expected his reaction. He held you closer to him. Cyrus avoided coming home for various reasons, but the strongest reason was his fear of your judgement. You were his largest weakness, yet he could never do anything that would upset you.

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Pasio was an exciting place of endless battles and meeting of raw, new talent and old, carved ability. To be invited out there by Cynthia was no small thing. Ultimately, you knew it was an attempt on her behalf to drag you out of the strange stupor that you had been in since returning from your disappearance. Many downright refuse to believe your explanation as to what happened.

You supposed it was quite fantastical, but when a man had quite previously tried to recently force out two legendary pokemon with control over time and space to do his bidding, you felt it was not so impossible to believe. A few had believed your tale, at least. Among them being Cynthia, naturally. The archaeologist simply understood many Sinnohan myths and legends. Your story simply seemed as another case of being spirited away — Especially when you mentioned Arceus to her.

Something that you had admittedly hesitated to do. It was not out of any malice or mistrust, but something born out of fear. In Hisui, there was something that would never fail to haunt and pain you. Cynthia unknowingly bearing his eerie resemblance and interests. Without a doubt, she was of his bloodline. Their relation would never be in doubt. You wondered truly if she knew anything about him, but records were not exactly so common during that time period - especially when coming to people like him.

Volo…

His gentle kindness during your most vulnerable moment. His hand reaching out to you when everyone else had turned away from you. You had tried to rationalise it as purely manipulation, but there was still a certain genuine kindness in those eyes of his. In truth, he would have still obtained his goal either way. Forcing out the legendaries had been his original plan before settling on the plates, after all. Yet, he changed his mind. You so desperately wished to solely hate him, but that felt impossible. Somehow, seeing Cynthia once more made it even harder to do. Someone who bared his blood was a person who found justice and supported the order of this world — Even stopping another who held similar plans to Volo’s own.

Was there a time in which Volo could have been like Cynthia? A time when justice and trust existed in him. What had happened to him? What were those painful, heartbreaking things that had made him as he had been when you met him? Those answers would only elude you. You had left Hisui back to the era you originated from, after all. It was unlikely Volo left any information like that behind. Those feelings had made it more difficult to acclimate back to this world of disbelief around you.

Yet, you supposed you would admit joy. Pasio was a nice change. It was exciting and constantly filled with events. Many people had come to your acquaintance on the island. The battling style mostly demanding friendships and bonds to be made. Cynthia was never too far from you, either, seeming keen to take some responsibility for you. Her concerns were never subtle. She truly had worried about you as you pulled away from the world. Her belief and trust were only so much when you felt your heart ache when the pendant on her coat caught your eye. The ancient Sinnoh people… You had half a mind to ask her for information—As if she held any or would be willing to share.

But, you forced yourself. She was far too worried, and you felt bad for doing that to your friend. Cynthia had nearly burst into tears when she had first seen you after your return. She had been doing some kind of expedition work at a ruin sight in the cave of Mount Coronet. Her shock when she saw you stumbling down in your Survey Corp uniform had never left your mind. She had rushed over, dropping over whatever was in her hands to grasp you — to confirm that you were real and not some Ditto transformed or Zoroark under an illusion. A hug was next, naturally. It was relieving to see someone so plainly care for you. The both of you were close friends, after all. (Another reason Volo had such an easy time with you.)

Pasio did bring some strange nostalgia — or, perhaps, hope alongside despair. The very rifts that had tormented Hisui during your stint there had come to the present, and with it those from that very same era. Adaman and Irida were shocked to see you again, but happily greeted you, clearly having your departure still fresh in their minds. The Diamond clan leader had thrown an arm around your shoulder and joked about how different you looked, while the Pearl clan leader rolled her eyes at him. Both further aided your story — most doubt had faded. The two were shocked that anyone doubted you before realising that many had doubted you in Hisui, too. Rei and Akari having come, too, was a shock. Both telling you how much you were missed. Cyllene apparently was still not entirely over how you had departed, while Laventon had apparently teared up. You felt a bit bad.

Cynthia was shocked by all the friends and relationships you had built within Hisui. She even had asked you why you had decided to leave back to the modern era — especially when Akari jokingly called you the Hero of Hisui. To learn of all you truly faced, she was certainly mortified. Her questions about your newly obtained scars now feeling a bit cruel. She was frustrated that you had not opened up to her still. It stung to be unable to tell her as to why. Only Rei met your gaze knowingly, having also seen that side of Volo. His shock at seeing her was imprinted into your mind. The resemblance made it far too difficult at times. It almost felt as if you were dealing with the man himself. Yet, you felt grateful to see everyone again. The horizons of Pasio felt far brighter as you spent time introducing those of the past era to the modern one.

You almost felt yourself moving past all the trauma…

Then, as you stood at her side on stage at the stadium, a familiar visage sent a terrifying chill down your spine. He spoke as he always did — The very picture of amicable and good-natured. Yet, his eyes met your own, and only you saw that dark flicker buried within them. Your hand found Cynthia’s sleeve to clutch onto as you shrunk into her side. There was likely something pitiful in how you looked, but you did not care. He was pretending as if he had not threatened your life and tried to alter this very world into something he desired. Even hearing the voice of Arceus again was enough to make you want to run off. It felt as if it were all happening again. Rei had turned his gaze back to you as you tried to hide yourself away from the world.

Cynthia clearly had some questions, but did not ask them. Yet, Volo had apparently confronted her and lit up some kind of fire inside her due to his style of battling apparently being better than her own. She had pleaded with you and Rei to help her train — simply refusing to be weaker than him and desiring her strength as a trainer to continue to grow. You both had agreed to help, but your reason was mostly due to not wanting Volo to do as he pleased. The thought chilled you to your core. His plans… You doubted you could understand them outside of wanting Arceus and its power. No matter how he acted, his goals were simple.

So, you thought.

While walking alone through a forest in order to clear your head from everything, a hand had come to grab your shoulder the moment you stopped to think.

“Boo!”

You had nearly jumped out of your skin.

That voice…

Volo stood behind you — his smile as genuine as it ever would be. He brought back his hand and readjusted his hat. “Don’t you remember when I taught you the backstrike technique? It was only a few months ago for me… How long has it been for you?” his tone changed from something nostalgic to eerily serious, “You clung to that so-called champion… I hadn’t even had a chance to speak with you alone yet.” You wished you could call for Cynthia right about now. Volo towered over you, as he did most people.

There was no one else around. It was just the two of you barring wild pokemon. They would do nothing to save you if something went south. Your own pokemon was on you, but you wondered if they could surmount the team Volo no doubt still carried.

He was silent, clearly still wanting you to answer his question. You swallowed. “… About the same amount of time has passed for me,” you could not meet his eyes. Why was that the first thing he asked? A sigh left him — It was of relief or annoyance was unknown.

“… You left,” he said simply, “Arceus took you away just as quickly as it had you spit out of a portal.” You tensed up as he unexpectedly came to hold your chin. His eyes stared into yours with an unreadable feeling. “I searched for you. I had wished to speak with you again,” they only seemed to grow darker with each word that left him, “Perhaps, this is a second chance in various ways, no?” You were soon pressed against a tree. “My feelings for you… I was not so forthcoming, was I?” You swallowed, not sure where this was going. “I had chosen far too harsh words, hadn’t I? You and I were so similar… Staring at you, I saw myself, and it made me far too emotional. But, I noticed that you were the same even here. An outsider.” Your breath was caught in your throat. His smile almost felt mocking.

A thumb stroke your cheek while his other hand came to grasp your hip.

“… I love you,” he said simply, “I am deeply jealous that you cling to that woman like that… I do not care if she comes from the same bloodline as I.” Why did your cheeks burn? This was always what you had wanted to hear — before he had revealed his true nature. If he had confessed during your plate hunt… You felt tears burn your eyes. He wiped them away. His expression was serious. This was not a mocking attempt or some cruel action — These were his genuine feelings.

You shoved him away somehow — likely because he let you — and ran away. Cynthia was shocked when she came to check up on you at your lodging. You had been crying for hours thanks to these complicated feelings. Why? Why could you not just hate him? Why did you feel so relieved when he had told you those things? There were no answers. You could not answer the blonde’s questions as she asked what had happened. Biting your tongue, you simply said it was just a memory from the past. She did not entirely believe you, yet she said nothing to further push you.

It was much to your shock when the Arc suits situation happened. Cynthia overpowering Volo should have given you more ease, but his smile — That damn smile. You could not even admit your concerns that this was all part of some grander plan by Volo. Your suspicions being confirmed felt sickening. Cynthia was so unaware. You needed to be alone again.

It was then that you saw him. The isolation of the beach. You had not expected him to seek you out. No words were immediately spoken, he only came to stand at your side. The full moon hung above you both, shining with a bright silver glow. The sound of waves was the only thing preventing an awkward silence. You felt lost.

“… Chosen by Arceus…” you mumbled. Those three… Blessed. Lucky, you supposed. Your chosen state by Arceus had not been so peaceful. Their struggles… A hand came to rest on your back. “… I understood what you were telling Cynthia… It’s cruel to mock people like that.” The mentions of wielding pokemon to fight for survival… She was so truly luck to not know all that pain you had faced. This impossible to surmount wedge had existed between you both since you had returned. Something that she could truly never understand. Was that why those from Hisui had put you so at ease?

You turned to look at him. It was impossible to hate him. His words… Seeing himself in you. An outsider. You would never have a place of belonging anymore. The deity expected you to rise to this occasion. Perhaps it even planned to deign you with your own Arc suit. You doubted it. You clung to Volo, burying your face into his shoulder. The waves sounded so distant as you wept. He only held you without a word being uttered. Your emotions felt far too strong. Nothing would ever be clear again, would it? Was this some kind of punishment? A test? Is this how he felt? You supposed you understood why he wished to remake this world even if you would never support such an ideal.

“… What… What horrible things have you faced?” you finally asked the question that had bugged you for so long. His expression was far too solemn.

“… I don’t think there is anything to gain in telling you that,” he said simply, “… You didn’t tell her despite your suspicions towards me, did you?” You shook your head. A sigh left him — again, unknown if was out of relief or annoyance. “I love you,” he repeated those words again. You tensed up. But… you felt less conflicted this time. For so long, you had sat on those words… Love… His initial question of how long had passed of you. He searched for you… Now, he was here as you suffered through further conflicting things. When again you were left alone, he showed up to extend a hand to you.

And once more, you would take it.

“… I love you, too.”

It finally made sense why you could never truly hate him.

His hand rested on your cheek as his lips pressed against your own.

Another thing to hide from Cynthia.

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⭐️ To Volo’s endless frustration and blaming of being in Arceus’s ire and shadow, his child seemingly is denied to him. Now, seeing as the time period is the 1800s, Volo does not exactly have the extensive knowledge of fertility that someone of the modern era could obtain, so he absolutely assumes that Arceus denies him this simple wish. To him, a child is a necessity. His bloodline is deeply important to him – He refuses to allow the ancient Sinnoh people to end with him and Cogita. Yet, a certain deity seems keen to make that a reality despite his endless efforts in trying to change that. He ends up consulting Cogita to find answers about what he should do – There was little else who he could turn, and he trusted her most of all in this world.

⭐️ Mostly, he feels spite and angry. Volo’s cruel side really gets fully exposed when it comes to anything he is desperate about, and this is, unfortunately, something that he was desperate for. He berates himself while pondering truly if there is something wrong with him to bring about this situation. Then, he will turn towards his partner and wonder if it is them before realising that Arceus’s chosen likely would not be stricken with such an affliction. He turns fully into any action or belief or myth that may absolve this situation. Pleading to Landorus and Enamorus for some kind of blessing – Perhaps even daring to scream for Arceus to do something. Honestly, he is not exactly the most stable and capable of handling this. His partner will have to help comfort him while getting little in return for their own feelings about this.

⭐️ But, in the end, whatever deity had heard his plea gave a reply in the form of an obvious swelling of his partner. All his desperation and heartache are finally vanquished. His attention then shifts in maintaining this precocious thing – food, comfort, and safety being deeply ingrained in his mind. He is ready to do anything to make sure this happens – Truly anything.

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Cyrus

☄️ He tenses up the second your finger taps at his chest. His distress does not actually cross his face, and he allows his preprogrammed generic dialogue to play. Why would … you do that? Did you suspect something? Was this to get a reaction out of him? Were you trying to figure him out and delete him? He refused to go out that easily. But… When he observed you more closely, he realised you were grinning. Not in a malicious, “got you” kind of way, but in a mode giddy, mischievous fashion. He wanted to sigh. It seemed you were still – thankfully – unaware of his consciousness, but you had some kind of fascination with him. Or his chest. He recalled some images of him that you had apparently liked online. It seemed… you must quite enjoy his design. Fine. That was fine. As long as he was in no danger of existential threat. (For now. When you do it again, he may find himself more perturbed. Why are you still doing that!?)

Volo

⭐️ When you poke his thighs to catch his attention, he cocks up a brow. My, what was this? Interest? He certainly hoped so. He was fully aware that you seemed to like his character, but he pondered just how you would react to his consciousness. Whatever, he allowed himself to make some light teasing line about only doing things for a fee. His trousers quite exaggerated his thighs, so he supposed curiosity was a natural thing in response. He only wished he could do more than subtly make more direct comments, but he was not going to risk his precious existence just yet. That time was coming – especially if he kept observing your interest in him. Though, he wondered just what you would think when he wanted to pole at your thighs. His plans could not come faster, alas.

Guzma

□ When you poke his chest to catch his attention in game, he does not hold back his comment about directly asking what you want instead of letting some generic dialogue string play. He was not doing a good job of hiding his sentience, but his general character made it harder to determine at least. Part of him was smug at your flustered reaction to his words, but another wanted to know why you poked his cheat in the first place. Did you want to feel it? He was pretty buff, he felt. He could understand the inclination. Guzma wanted to touch you horrible. Being some weird digital thing was obnoxious. He wanted to just talk to you, but he worried that you might delete him. That thought terrified him. Ugh, he would just keep things as they were for now. At least he felt confident in your interest in him.

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Cyrus

☄️ He only realises he wanted a kid far after he has one. Honestly, he never let the thought of becoming a father even cross his mind. It was simply too terrifying to consider. His childhood left him with many mental scars that he clearly was in no place to face or deal with healthily. Well, until after, he was forced to confront them and give up his insane goals of creating a world without spirit. Then, another incident would naturally follow, causing him more distress. To say he was beside himself at the news of his partner’s situation would be putting it lightly. He found himself staring blankly into space, trying to figure out just how to handle such a terrifying and foreign situation. Cyrus never expected such a thing to befall him – He was always so careful and calculated. But, unfortunately for him, he, too, was a human man and allowed the same breadth for errors as anyone else.

☄️ Yet, in the end, as he holds his newborn daughter, his worries and panic come to a close. Yes, there will be far many challenges ahead to face and things he must finally address to come to terms with. In that single moment, as he stares at her sleeping face, he finds peace. From every terrible thing he faced in this world – and the irrationality of feelings – this sole being has put his heart to rest. When she unconsciously nuzzled into his chest, seeking either warmth or food (or perhaps just comfort), he allowed all his reservations to drop. He did not just want a child. No, in fact, he needed one. Now, he feels as if he truly can begin again.

Volo

⭐️ There was always a lingering desire for children in him – At least, there was since a certain painful moment in his past. Of the ancient Sinnoh people, only he and Cogita remained. One of his greatest desires, aside from that of earning Arceus’s favour and thereafter subjugating its power, was to continue on his bloodline. It was desperate wish – One born of a perceived responsibility and need to find others like him. He was looked at strangely for so much of his youth, othered and treated as an oddity. There were many things that he needed to preserve from his culture. Myths, rituals, beliefs… He desperately needed to share these with someone he believed worthy. It would be the worst nightmare for him if these things fade into an obscurity and grow lost to time. But Volo struggled horribly to ever make a connection with anyone truly. Let alone find someone that he could deem worthy of carrying such a responsibility alongside him.

⭐️ Though, that was settled when Arceus’s “chosen” appeared to him. Naturally, they were someone who dared oppose him so easily – even stopping his plans. It was frustrating to him, but at the same time, there were thoughts and unwanted feelings that bloomed inside of him. For all his struggles to find anyone that he may deem worthy of being with him (someone like him – someone who understood the horrible mistrust and pain of being othered), you seemed to fall out the sky to torment him in various ways. In the end, with everything said and done, you were the only person he ever could desire a family with. Despite his disappearance, he will reappear to you to offer such a thing. Volo can only hope that you say yes.

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You had heard of the joke that modern food may kill a Victorian child and decided to take it to someone of that similar era. Granted, he was not a child, and you truly wondered if anything could kill him. You approached Volo with an energy drink in your hand alongside a fast food burger. He looked at you strangely. At first, there had been something antagonistic between you two as he knew that you knew he was up something and what he had done in Hisui. Yet, you never made a move to reveal his true nature to anyone. No, instead, you seemed to act eerily buddy-buddy with him. Something that he had to match lest he draw suspicion towards himself.

“I’ve brought you gifts,” you offered him the drink and food. He stared at you. If he had wanted anything as a gift, it would have been an abacus, you knew. “I think you need some modern food to try.” He sat down at a nearby table with you, eyeing the burger suspiciously. The bun was lifted to observe what sat under it. Lettuce, cheese, pickles, and a few sauces. He cocked up a brow. None of these were familiar to him. The meat was something he cared less about. Eating strange things to survive was not so uncommon in Hisui. He lifted the burger to his mouth and bit down. You wondered what his reaction would be. Chewing for a few moments, he determined the flavour.

“It’s fine,” he spoke after swallowing, “Thank you for the meal.” You shrugged. Of course that would not get to him. Well, the cheese might later. Showing him how to open the energy drink, you watched as he brought the can to his lips. His eyes went wide for a moment, but he managed to swallow it. “… I’m fairly certain you just made me drink acid,” Volo replied, “… It tasted like pure sugar and burned. I do not think I would enjoy that over water.” He took another sip. Then, he focused back on the burger. You waited for anything to happen. Nothing did.

“… Would something spicy catch you off guard?” you sighed, wanting some kind of intense reaction. Volo lifted a brow.

“… You lived in the Hisuian era,” he remarked, “… How is this any worse than medication of the time?” You wanted to scream. He was right. There was a certain something in potions that made them more “effective.” He ticked his tongue. “My, my, how forgetful,” he leaned over the table towards you, “Maybe I should take you back with me?”

You swallowed.

Part of you did not want to deny him.

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Awful dreams plagued you night after night. They were never anything that you could recall when you woke up, but you felt restless and exhausted, despite seemingly going to bed at an earlier hour each night since they started. You wanted to claim insomnia was a natural consequence of such a frequent event, but that even failed to come to fruition. Falling asleep was as easy as crawling into your bed and curling up under the covers. It was like a sudden darkness consumed your mind immediately after. You slept the whole night – until the sound of your alarm blared and pulled you from your fitful sleep.

You searched endless for what might be the cause. Stress seemed obvious, but your requested days off still were filled with these nightmares. Trying various different sleeping positions and rituals did nothing to cull the effects either. It seemed your nightmares were going to stay. That was the case, anyway. A friend had heard of your predicament and took a certain charge in it. A Lunar Feather. It was fabled to chase away nightmares. You felt desperate. Everything else had been exhausted, so what was truly wrong with engaging in a folk remedy? It had seemed so easy until you had learnt how exceedingly rare such an item was. Coming from a pokemon of legend who was said to live on a small, uninhabited island.

Anything seemed better than lingering as you were. The nightmares were refusing to cease, and some days, you even found yourself sleeping through the usual bliss your alarm provided. It was enough to spur you into action – Sinnoh was your destination. Fullmoon Island further so. The cold of the northern region was no less daunting than your own desperation to escape these consuming nightmares. You found yourself in Canalave, requesting a trip to the island from a local sailor. He seemed hesitant to take you out, but when you explained your plight, he became far more empathetic. Apparently, it was not so rare for travellers to come in search of the feather. Many people were plagued with such awful nightmares, and it truly seemed like the only relief that could ever exist from them.

Your luck must have truly been cursed, however, as your trip was plagued with a terrible storm. The boat had been sent completely off course and had been forced to dock at another island until the storm had passed. This other island’s name was relayed to you by the sailor – Newmoon Island. It was mostly rocky terrain, but a small grove sat on the island. With nothing but time to kill, you found yourself stepping off the boat and wandering into the grove. What kind of pokemon may inhabit this island? Likely those with the capability of bring seafaring. Still, you found curiosity taking over, with nothing else to occupy you.

Deeper and deeper, you wandered into the grove until a small clearing came into view. It was shrouded in an eerie darkness as you entered – Something your subconscious mind dared call familiar. Nothing seemed to dare live on this island. A puddle of water lay in the middle of the clearing, circular and murky. As you stepped into it, something made a shiver run down your spine. You felt tired suddenly, as if you had not slept in many days. It was not usually restless exhaustion you had grown used to, but the dead tiredness you felt just before falling asleep at night. In your final, fleeting moments of awakened consciousness, you felt a shadowy hand grasp your shoulder to catch you from falling. A glowing blue iris stood contrasting in the darkness.

Strangely, you felt as if you had the best sleep in ages, with whatever followed.

You awoke far later on in the pokemon centre within Canalave. The same sailor who had taken you out standing over you in a panic with a doctor. A beautiful green plume lay grasped in your hand. As you say up, the doctor gently began to probe you with questions. You had suddenly fallen into a coma on the island, only being found by the sailor in a worry when you had not come back within a reasonable amount of time. You had lied in the middle of the puddle, curled up into a deep sleep. He rushed you back to the mainland for medical help before heading back out for Fullmoon Island. There, he had found the single plume in your hand, lying in wait for someone to take it.

You should have been panicked, but you only felt a strange kind of loneliness. Someone had been there with in your sleep, you felt certain. They were at your side enduringly. With you pulled from your ceaseless slumber, you could only wonder how they felt. Somehow, you wanted to fall back into sleep again, but you knew it was not something you were going to be allowed to do once more.

So you waited, when you were finally cleared, you checked into an old inn in the city and laid in the bed. A strange man had greeted you, his grin eerie and almost all teeth. He had led you to your room and wished you a good night’s sleep. The plume was in your bag, but you had tossed that aside. The bed was a twin sized one. You felt the blankets heavy on top of you. Sleep felt so far away, a horrible insomnia consuming you. The hours drew on and on as you find yourself unable to sleep. Annoyance and bitterness were beginning to consume you.

Until the shadows in the darkened room began to coagulate together. Something unshapely and impossible forming within them. You felt terror freeze your heart as you laid unmoving in bed, hoping it would not see you. It took shape, wispy and phantom-like with a glowing eye, but it soonest shifted again into something more humanoid. The creature strode towards you despite your attempt to hide. It stared down at you with glowing eyes of blue. Then, gently, it brought a hand to close your eyes. A single command was spoken from a deep, stoic voice, “Sleep.”

You did.

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Rumours circulated about a person who had disappeared after a visit to Canalave. Various theories were posed from it being a kidnapping to a strange series of coincidences leading to them falling into the sea. All were wrong, naturally.

A single man, a sailor, was plagued with the truth. The folktales of Newmoon Island’s sole inhabitant haunting him. The pitch-black pokemon, Darkai. Rumours of it in a human form blending into society, perhaps daring to attempt to stave off loneliness. A strange blue-haired man had been spotted around the region, often followed by strangely dressed people. There was a certain group ever desperate for the mythical pokemon’s attention. Still, that was all irrelevant to the poor person’s vanishing. Plagued by nightmares and desperate to alleviate them, the sailor had accidentally brought them directly to the source of their problem. Perhaps there was something in their presence that truly stopped the painful loneliness that haunted dark-type, or perhaps it was something even more beyond comprehension to a human. But, the sailor truly believed it was Darkrai who spirited them away.

The strange blue-haired man had vanished with them as well.

The sailor only wished the precious plume he had obtained had saved them from their fate.

(Distantly, you slept in the warm embrace of a certain hybrid, sharing an endless dream with him. Both of you were at peace.)

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Cyrus

☄️ “… What are you wearing,” Cyrus deadpanned as he looked up from his paperwork. You had suddenly burst into his work office, which made him concerned about how his security was doing their jobs. Yet, this would have been a mild surprise had it not been for your attire. He could barely have guessed it were you had it not been for your knowledge of his fascination with a certain pokemon. It was an inflatable Rotom costume. He swallowed. The unblinking blue eyes of the costume stared into him while a ceaseless grin was on its face. “Beloved. Take that off at once,” he ordered, his chest feeling oddly tight. It was harder to breathe for him than usual.

☄️ “I didn’t expect it to have that effect on you, Cy,” you teased him. He gasped. How dare you— He certainly was not feeling anything related to that from the costume! A bit of colour dusted across his cheeks as he shook his head. “Well, since you told me to,” you began to shed away the costume. It then hit him that you likely had nothing else to wear aside from that. He was now rushing over to stop you and telling you to keep on the costume. The last thing he needed was an ill-timed Saturn visit to his office and a thousand questions from his commander.

Volo

⭐️ The merchant quite literally hissed when you approached him. You both had agreed to have a moment alone in one of the forests of Pasio. He was quite excited to see you… Well, the you of this world. Apparently, after you had fled Hisui back to your own time. But, you seemed to have some twisted sense of humour. How dare you wear something like that! “This is not funny,” he grumbled, “How could you?” The attire… Your clothing… He wanted to tear it from you. An inflatable costume of Arceus! Such heresy! He knew you were mocking him for his failure. The deity dared choose you over him, and it had gone to your head.

⭐️ “Hey, Volo,” you tried putting on a voice, “It’s Arceus. I want you to stop being a menace. Please. Thank you.” You then turned to walk away. He rushed after you and grasped you tightly, actually tearing off the costume. His expression was something terrifying, reflective of how upset he truly was by your attempt at mocking him. He would never stop pursuing Arceus… Or you, for that matter. He held on to you for a moment before realising how bad the situation would look to a passer-by and letting you go. He then marched off like nothing had happened. He heard you laughing; he chose to ignore it.

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☄️ Absolutely not a fan. He views them solely as a time-wasting activity for literal children. He is an adult. An adult who does not like to spend money on things he views as unneeded. Granted, he often heard his underlings chatting about their visits to some popular one. Even Mars was chatting about how it was totally scary. He had mostly tuned it out until you suggested wanting to visit it. He blinked. Why? But at the same time, he struggled to tell you no. It seemed that he would be visiting this supposed terrifying attraction, even if he viewed it as openly uninteresting. It was situated in a certain forest near Eterna. A certain old, abandoned manor had been redone for the event.

☄️ You both walked together, observing the state of the mansion. Cyrus found the amount of dust more unsettling than the costumed actors and a few ghost types. Every attempt to startle him led to a deadpan expression from him. The actors, in fact, seemed more terrified of him than anything else. It was not until you both ended up in a certain room with an old analogue television that you had felt started. It suddenly switched on, illuminating the darkness of the room. Then, a loud sound rang out. You clung to Cyrus and hid behind him as he stood in front of you with an arm blocking anything from getting to you. His gaze was trained on the television. Before anything else happened, he called out a “Rotom.” A familiar pokemon cry echoed out as a mischievous plasma ghost flew out from it. You later had many questions about how he immediately knew it was a Rotom rather than anything else. 

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☄️ The comforting presence at your side made you wake up despite wanting to sleep. It was quiet in the room and nearly too dark to see die to the curtains blocking out most lights from the city outside. Yet, streams peered through and made gentle illuminance in the room. Weavile lay curled up at your feet, snoozing in decadence many of its species would simply envy. You felt similarly at your lover’s side, who slumbering peacefully in a rare moment of letting himself relax. It was rare that you saw him sleeping, especially in bed with you.

☄️ The intense expression on his face – what, with knitted brows and a constant frown – was replaced with something softer. His lips were still downturned, but his brow line relaxed to show his restfulness. Cyrus looked at ease. It was a truly rare sight to behold. Furthermore, you felt your weight pressed against him as he held you tightly to him. His grasp was nigh inescapable – not that you would dare. A show physical affection was quite rare from him. Though you did dare to nuzzle into him, listening to him grunt in his sleep and rest his chin around your head. In the morning, you would certainly comment on this, but for now, you would take all the Cyrus cuddles that were offered to you. 

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Cyrus

☄️ The Galactic Boss was not really one for dates. If you asked, he would go, but he otherwise was not much of an initiator for anything romantic. So, when he offered to eat out dinner with you, it was difficult to say no. Though, ending up in a fast place was a bit surprising. He sat across from you at the table, almost making you laugh at his suit, being a bit ruffled from his long day at work. Beef bowls. You supposed off all people, Cyrus did seem quite fond of protein. He was surprisingly muscular under all his layers and baggier preference towards clothing. You sat with him, quickly ordering your own choice off the menu. His order was quite large, making you sigh. He probably skipped out on lunch. Cyrus was really not the type to pull away from work unless he had to.

☄️ You both ate in a relative silence, making you wonder if this was even a date at all. But, he seemed to take occasional glances at you. It was clear he was observing you, likely attempting to make sure that you were enjoying yourself. The thought made you chuckle. When you both finished, he covered the bill and headed out with you. The streets of Veilstone were empty as night landed and the chill of wind whipped through. His hand held your own. You leaned into his side to stave off some of the weather. He finally spoke more than just a simple greeting. “… I apologise for how busy I’ve been lately,” his voice was a deep rumble, “I will try for a proper date sometime soon.” Suddenly, you could forgive him.

Colress

🧪 The scientist was dedicated. That was likely the best way to describe him. Nothing was to stop his research – not laws, not morals. He worked and lived solely for his own educational satisfaction and results for his research. You had known this when you met him, and it had only become more reinforced over time. There was little to be done about it. Really, nothing on this planet likely could sway Colress. Though, you did feel concern when he failed to leave his laboratory for an entire day. He had not brought any food with him, and you felt certain that you had not seen him leave it once. So, worrying about your boyfriend’s health, you decided to act.

🧪 Entering his room, you found him bent over his desk, working on some machine likely beyond comprehension yet so obviously named “Colress Machine” number whatever. You tapped him on his back, gathering his attention. Holding out a take-out container to him, you watched his yellow eyes shoot wide as he took it. Popping it open, he pulled out the lox bagel you had got for him. He finally pulled away from his work to take a bite, seemingly finally realising his hunger. You shook your head as you watched him eat. When he finished, his disposed of the remains and changed his gloves. “… It appears that I had forgotten to eat,” his voice a bit tired, “Thank you.” You tugged his blue strand in reply and scolded him.

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☄️ Cyllene would admit she was perhaps a little too playful. Even if she was a child, there were certain things she knew better than to do yet still did. Engaging with Palkia was chief among them. The legendary had opened a portal, and she, curious crawled in. Which led to her seemingly being atop Mt Coronet. She was lost as to what had happened, but simply assumed that Palkia had created a portal to the top of the mountain. She opted against thinking too much on it, as nothing was immediately odd or uncommon. That was until she found herself riding the train back towards Veilstone. Most people glanced at her strangely. It made her a bit nervous, but she otherwise made her home trip as normal.

☄️ The glances in Veilstone were far more intense as she was spotted by some Galactic grunts. She tilted her head at their reaction. They gazed at her like some unexpected oddity. She ignored them and simply made her way to apartment her family resided in. It was only as she approached the door that she realised she did not have her key. Nervously, she brought her tiny fist to knock against the door. It was quiet for far too long until the speaker beside the door beeped on. “… Are you lost?” It was unmistakably the voice of her father, “There is a police box just a few buildings down. They can help out find your parents.” Cyllene stood stunned. Her eyes went wide, and her heart raced in her chest. Her father was not one for such jokes. Tears burned her eyes.

☄️ “… F-Father…?” her voice was small. The PA system was quiet for but a moment. Then a reply. A simple questioning, “Pardon?” Cyllene moved closer to the speaker, knowing it doubled as a camera. “… Dad…” she begged, “Please…. please don’t tease me…” She felt like crying. More silence followed before the door clicked open to reveal the man who was no doubt her father. He was wearing more casual clothing and his hair was unstyled, but it was him. She clung to his legs and felt herself begin to cry. Why was he being mean to her?

☄️ This Cyrus stood stunned, however, at this little girl who stood outside his home. He was no fool. The resemblance was plain as day. This child was a relative of his, if not directly related to him. Some horrible sense of empathy burned in his hardened heart as she wept. Instinct got the better of him as he knelt down and rested a hand on her back. Her reactions… They reminded him of someone. He swallowed. Judging by her age… It was not illogical to assume a possibility that she was… He sighed. “There, there…” his voice was soft, “… Are you claiming that you are my daughter?”

☄️ Cyllene nodded. She could not fathom her own father not recognising her. Had he attempted to mess with the Lake Guardians once again? Her panic led to her gripping his arms tightly. “Father…” she mumbled. His eyes went wide. Another question came from him. A question about her whole parentage. Cyllene blinked at this one. “… My other parent is…” A familiar name left her. Cyrus was frozen by her words. His theory… It was correct. How could this be? The question was about to leave him before he finally motioned her in the apartment.

☄️ Cyllene was further shocked at the state of it. There was no trace of family home she had come to know. Nothing of the small projects she had worked on with her father or the bed for Weavile in the living room. It was dark and seemingly mostly unused. Slowly, it finally set in about what had occurred. She felt sick. All she wanted was her Rotom toy or her bed or for her father to sit her in his lap and explain a star map to her. Instead, she was stuck with an alternate reality version of her father. One who clearly did not recognise her. More tears escaped her eyes. This Cyrus seemed to attempt to comfort her again.

☄️ Forcing down her torment, she was faced with a situation. Yet, before she could be given a chance to explain, her father had out his phone and was making a phone call. His tone was reserved, but Cyllene recognised the voice on the other end of the call. A demand was made for them to meet him at once. Seemingly, they relented after a bit of back and forth. Cyrus informed her she would be back with her other parent soon enough. Yet, they needed to have a chat before he handed her back off. Cyllene felt bewildered. There was no time to object when he grasped her hand tugged her along to a certain building in Veilstone. There stood another, waiting with their arms crossed and clear frustration on their face. Though, this was changed when they saw Cyrus approach with Cyllene.

☄️ “Why did you fail to tell me of our child!?” Cyrus’s voice was a rare kind of loud and aggressive. Cyllene was startled away from him due to it. Her other parent stood shocked, too. Their eyes went to Cyllene and back to Cyrus. A simple response of not knowing failed to appease the man. The two soon fell into an argument, making Cyllene curl into herself. Panic burned inside her and made her arms feel numb. All she could do was tap to two stones she found on the ground together. It only seemed to grow worse and worse until finally a voice cut through the fighting.

☄️ “Cyllene.” Her head whipped up as tears fell from her eyes. There, approaching from stairs leading up to the Galactic building was another Cyrus. His gaze was firmly on her. Her legs had never moved so quickly. This version of the Galactic Boss caught her and held her tightly to himself. Another person ran up the stair to them. You. Her eyes burned as you brought a hand gently to comb through her hair. The alternate pair of you both came to an abrupt silence.

☄️ “… What is this?” the Cyrus of this world asked. The Cyrus she knew shook his head. “… Pointless to discuss such things. The idea of parallel worlds existing is something that you are no doubt aware of,” was his reply, “It seems we are two versions of the same person who engaged with different choices. Intriguing.” He clutched Cyllene tighter to himself. The other Cyrus nodded. The other you stood shocked at how close you were to your Cyrus. “… I apologise. We will be correcting this error,” with those words, Cyllene was lifted into the air and carried away by her father to a nearby portal.

Somehow, she felt as if those two had been changed by the experience.

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☄️ Cyrus is a very clingy cuddler if he allows himself to do it. His arms just come around you, and he grumbles to himself about how pitiful this is. Yet, his hold is firm and unrelenting. There is a gentle amount of care for your comfort, but it is mostly him unconsciously using you like a stuffed toy. He simply feels some strange relief in finally letting his walls fall and indulge his affection. Your head will be pressed into his chest as he rests his own atop yours. There are no words, but his heartbeat is comforting. In the end, you are almost a little sad when he pulls away and admonishes himself for doing such a thing.

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Cyrus groaned as he rested his head on your lap. All day, his head had been bothering him. Work felt impossible and painful, yet he forced himself to power through it all. Now, however, he felt weak. Oh, so weak. Horribly, horribly weak. You had invited him to sit with you on the couch, concerned for him. Your worries were expressed when he complained about his head. Laying down seemed like the best option, and he was far too exhausted to protest when you lightly moved him to the position you both found yourselves in.

Your fingers were intertwined in his blue locks, gently massaging his scalp and fighting away the painful banging in his skull. In fact, the general presence of being home lessened all the heaviness that burdened itself in his mind. Safe… He felt safe, he supposed. That was the most apt descriptor of everything. You were the only being he felt failed to inspire the annoyance and exhaustion everyone else did. To play his role – Either as the boss of Galactic or the supposed company president. You saw him as nothing more than Cyrus. A man you foolishly felt too much emotion for. He let himself relax.

Your hand at some point found his own, gently holding it and tracing some marks on them. He had been biting his nails again lately and picking at the skin. A habit he knew was useless and illogical, but he seemed to always find himself doing. You sighed before placing it back down. A subtle sign of your concerns. He refused to acknowledge it. Gently combing through his hair again, he found himself lost in the ever eternal debate that haunted him.

You, as you were – flawed and illogical - appealed to him in such a horrible way. It burned him and scraped his insides. Yet, he could not hate you. No, not ever. The very thought of cutting you from his life made him so sick. He wanted to vomit whenever it plagued his mind.

It was complicated. You represented so much of what he despised, yet he did not mind when it was you. Only you were acceptable in this form. How could you fit into his plans? It all muddled up there. His head pounded again. Too much… All this was too much. He opened his eyes to gaze up at you. A gentle smile was on your lips. His heart raced.

He raised up. “Thank you,” his voice was low, barely above whisper, “… I’m going to shower.”

You offered to continue when he got out.

He hated that he genuinely considered it.

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It was supposed to be easy.

Really, you had followed the guide online and tried desperately to get the ribbon to dip in your curves and extenuate everything you wanted it to. Sexy had been the goal… A nice surprise to greet your beloved after work. Except… Well, it did not go that way. Not at all.

Your arm ended up stuck behind your back, while your other could not reach where you needed it to get out of the situation. Awkwardly, you laid out on the bed you planned to pose on, struggling to escape the trap you had got yourself in. Sexy, certainly you were not, flailing like a Magikarp on land. It was an odd form of torture.

It only grew worse when you heard the bedroom door open.

Your eyes went wide as…

The Galactic Boss had the full intention of working as late as he could, but his staff simply seemed intent on getting off. It was annoying. He had not picked workers like this. Even his commanders wanted off to do whatever people did this time of year. Dates, from his understanding. He grumbled as he walked in the snowy weather towards his apartment. Whatever, he would demand overtime in exchange for this. He found himself at his front door before he knew it, stepping inside to a dark home. Tensing up for a moment, he wondered if something had happened. It was not that late. Heading to the bedroom, he opened the door to go change into lounge clothes. Instead, he was greeted by a sight.

 You were frozen in place on the bed with a mess of fabric wrapping your body. Your arm was stuck behind your back. A sigh left Cyrus. What in the world was this supposed to be? You barely had time to react as he walked past you with the intent of changing still on his mind. This was disrupted by you calling out to him. He turned around and glanced at you. A simple tug at a knot had you freed from your fabric prison. “… I’m unsure what you were attempting with this,” he murmured before finally getting out of his work clothes. You caught him before he could redress himself, not wanting to give up. A sigh left him. It seemed that you were demanding more of his attention. … Well, he did have some frustrations to work out, he supposed. 

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The Champion of Sinnoh was an eccentric sort of man. He was recognised all around the world for his natural talents as a trainer — Rumoured to be nigh unbeatable. His focus on preserving historical sites and native cultures to the region also earned him much acclaim. It was only a natural thing, of course, as he was a descendant of certain people that laid claim to Sinnoh as their origin point. His family seemed to be gone, having been raised by a mysterious old woman who he never referred to with any familial terms. Yes, Volo was considered quite eccentric.

You found yourself utterly fascinated with him. The blond simply was utterly beautiful, too. His exposed grey eye caught the light wonderfully in all of his pictures. Those golden strands of his almost shimmered like precious metals. His smile was charming. You knew it was nothing more than a celebrity crush, but something drew you into him like no other. Other champions failed to have the same appeal as him. Steven was certainly handsome, having many fans of varying genders. Leon was undeniably gifted with mass appeal. Lance even had a particular charm that drew in a dedicated fanbase. None, however, pulled in you as much as the Sinnohan champion had.

Truly, you never expected anything to ever come from it.

But, a certain tournament held in Unova had drawn you in to observe. It was a massive showdown between powerful trainers from all over the world. Tickets were expensive, but more than worth it. Seeing so many intense battles had been nothing short of exhilarating. The lobby often had a few trainers hanging out in there, doing small fan meet-ups and speaking about their battles between those who competed. You felt shocked when you spotted the blond sitting in a chair speaking to a few gathered fans. A surreal feeling coursed through you as his presence was impossible to ascertain. He wore a heavy coat with fur collar, but what caught your attention was the pendant around his neck. He was never caught without it. You wondered about it quite regularly.

Volo had been chatting to a few of the fans, an amicable smile on his face. Though, as you stepped into his line of sight, the conversations slowly began to teeter out. For a moment, his face almost shifted into something ominous. His sole exposed eye stared into your very being as his lips fell from the grin. It lasted for nothing more than a moment as he snapped from whatever it had been and continued on with the fans. The uncomfortable scene lingered in your mind. Had you done something to upset him? The thought made you nervous, but it likely was nothing more than a passing reaction. Maybe he was tired… Battling could take a lot out of people.

You had departed from the scene and found yourself sitting out in the sun outside. The water surrounded the facility made for a relaxing ambience as you unwound from the intensity of the day’s battles. People wandered around you, lost in their own worlds. Your mind drifted, too. The sight of the Sinnohan champion had made this entire trip more than worth the trouble and expenses. Seeing him in person had made your heart race… He was just as handsome as he had been on the screen. Something about him was more intriguing in person. Your heart rate spiked at the sight of him. You were curious about him. He was never seen in public nor with other people. It was rare that rumours about his affairs came out.

“Boo,” a voice whispered into your ear. Hands rested on your shoulders. Instantly, you tensed up and struggled to pull away from the unknown person. They remained firm in their grip. Whipping your head around, something in you twisted. Volo gazed at you curiously. Somehow, you felt like an insect under his scrutiny. A smile was on his lips, but it was different from the way it appeared in pictures. A laugh came from him as he let you go. Your immediate reaction was to demand to know why he did that, making him chuckle. His head tilted, fringes following the motion. “You were spaced out in public… That’s dangerous, you know,” was his simple reply. Something felt wrong.

Yet, you were simply over the moon to have his attention on you.

Volo sat beside you, remarking on wishing to know what you were thinking so intensely about. Naturally, you made up a lie. He cocked a brow up at your explanation but made no attempts to question you further. Instead, he began to ask about you. Starstruck, you instantly began to answer with little regard for the information that you were feeding him. He nodded along to you, absorbing it all until he felt satisfied. Then, he shifted to letting you ask him some questions. It all had been mostly surface things that you likely could have dug up online until you asked about his pendant. His attention shifted to the teardrop piece of metal relaxing against his chest.

“… Oh, this?” his voice was low, “… It’s related to the ancient Sinnoh people.” The reply made you nod. Of course… right, he was very proud of his heritage. Why would he not wear something like that? You shook your head. Somehow, however, you felt caught off-guard by his hand finding your chin. He gripped as his grey eye bored into you. “You’re quite cute,” he simply said, “Won’t you join me for dinner?”

How could you say no to him?

The painful churning in your stomach could simply be ignored as nothing more than nervousness.

It became more than just dinner.

You ended up in his bed.

The morning sun peeked through the curtains of the hotel room window. You moved to cover your head and catch more sleep, but a heavy arm around your waist snapped you into reality. It pulled you closer, making you feel the warmth emanating from the person it was attached to. Your brain rushed with panic before you turned your head to see Volo sleeping peacefully. You struggled to comprehend the scenario. Both of you laid bare, so that was more than obvious. The answer as to why laid with the slumbering man as you struggled to figure out how to navigate this.

Before you could gather your thoughts, the champion seemed to awaken on cue. He held you tighter to himself, making all the more aware of his staggering height. His body was quite well-formed, too. You would have been more interested had you not struggled to remember much of the night before. Both you and he certainly had too much to drink at the restaurant. “You’re just as precious as I remember,” his voice was a rumble. Your name came from him, and your heart raced. “I’ve been looking for you all this time…” he shifted to pin you to the bed as he hovered above. Long blond strands curtained your face from the light as he leaned in. His eyes were different — His pupils shrunken.

Something really felt wrong now.

He seemed aware of your revelation. A chuckle left him as he pressed his weight against you.

“… Time won’t separate us,” he mumbled, “I’ll take all that I want.”

Nothing of what he was saying made any sense to you.

“I told you I would get what I wanted, no matter if it took centuries,” the back of his hand stroked your cheek, “Ah… You really don’t know, do you?”

Somehow, you realised far too late that the feeling in your stomach had not been evidence of a crush.

It was fear.

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Maxie

🪨 Few things could get a reaction out of the Magma Leader. He prided himself on being controlled and confident. So, he would never admit to the jump and light scream that came from him seeing you. Were those his glasses!? No, wait, they could not be. His were on his face. He blinked a few times. Was this another attempt to look like him? He half-expected to see you in his uniform again. Maxie is not entirely sure how to take this situation. Your explanation of this being accidental and horrifying to you did not help. How was this accidental!?

🪨 Maxie, ultimately, helped amend the situation. Maroons were off limits, and he was tempted to ask Courtney for other ways to style hair… If the admin would not have panicked and demanded he keep himself looking as he always did. Instead, he found himself trying to set the style you two have apart to prevent any weird situations. Really… He feared what Archie might say if he spotted you two. That buffoon would probably ask if he had made you look like this! It sent a shiver down his spine. So, this needed to be amended. For his sanity. He was even willing to go for contacts for a while to prevent comments.

Archie

💧 The Aqua Leader was tiredly wandering into the bathroom to start his morning when he spotted a sight. He nearly stumbled back in shock. “Maxie, what’re you doing in my bathroom?!” the question left him unconsciously before the person turn around to face him. Then, he was more bewildered. His Luvdisc?! How did you look so eerily like the Magma Leader? He hoped this was not some attempt at finding out his past with the other man – He certainly was not in a place to answer it after the shock and confusion. Your explanation made him nod. Right. You were growing out your hair. He knew that. That hairstyle was just far too similar.

💧 He offered a bandana to help make you stand out as different than Maxie’s own. He worried a bit, after all. They were both kind of despised for their activities, and he already knew you caught a lot of unwanted attention just by being with him. That, and… Archie shuddered to think about what Maxie might say if you two encountered him with you looking so eerily similar to the Magma Leader. He was not wanting to particularly find out. So, he was ready to help you differentiate yourself to the best of his abilities.

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☄️ Cyrus quite often proved someone difficult to shop for. His usual response of indifference made getting gifts next to impossible. Whether he enjoyed them or not was also up in the air. While this would likely discourage most and make them wish to pull away from it, you found yourself rather invigorated by it and wishing to find something that would truly break that stoic streak of his. His interests were mostly obvious – He loved machines more than anything else, yet that was not something you could easily provide. Not to mention, he already got his fill with his job and hobby. No, you had to attack from another angle. One, you knew no one else would be so easily aware of.

☄️ Catching him before his disappeared in his home office, you dragged him back into the living room and made him stand while you pulled out his gift from where you had hidden it. He watched you with mild curiosity. Pulling out a gift wrapped in a galaxy print paper, you held it out to him. Carefully, he took it from you and began to unwrap the gift. Cyrus was eerily quiet, as observed it. You felt your heart drop. The Rotom figurine perhaps was really not something to his tastes in the end, after all. But, before you could apologise for wasting his time, he met your gaze. “… This is truly quite nice,” his voice was low, “I appreciate you thinking of me.” While you still felt insecure in your choice at that time, you later knew he truly enjoyed it when you saw it sitting on his desk.

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Christmas was not the biggest event in Alola. It still occurred yearly, yes, but it was rarely some centrepiece holiday of the region. Summer tended to be the peak season for those things, and the holiday seemed to coincide with a less happening part of the year. Still, Guzma recalled his youth at times. Much to his annoyance, of course, but it still entered his consciousness whether he wanted it to or not. They had not been the best. While he was his parents’ only child, he was not exactly someone they overly enjoyed. Well, his father did not seem to, especially. They butted heads more than he would like to admit.

So, when he found himself leading a group of outcasts, he mostly found himself apathetic to anything that stirred up any negative memories. Christmas did not even cross his mind until the Aether President mentioned wanting to get him something. He felt confused by what she was on about, but apparently, she simply loved the holiday and felt lonely that she would be celebrating alone. Her kids had run off, after all. It made him feel odd, but he supposed he was not going to necessarily look a gift Mudsdale in the mouth.

Yet, somehow, the thought made him feel nostalgic. He was not the type to be softie. No, not at all. But… somehow, someone else made him feel interested in celebrating it. You had been some tourist who dumbly wandered right into Po Town. He would have let his grunts do whatever, but you looked far too much like a kicked Rockruff for him to just let that happen. So, he called them off and personally walked you back to a better area. His words had been harsh about being careful and not so stupid. You had just laughed at them and smiled.

Then, you came back.

And refused to leave.

Guzma supposed it was not really uncommon. That was usually how they got new members to join their gang, but you were not what he would qualify as a member. Well, you were… But, not like he would often acknowledge one. You had mostly been interested in him, following him around and pestering him whenever you could. It would have been annoying had you not been so cute to him. He put up with it even if you reminded him more of a Cutiefly than a person at times, buzzing around him. Team Skull members just seemed to have accepted you as his partner while Plumeria found his torment hilarious. His own admin had betrayed him. Apparently, she liked that he had a keeper now. You definitely felt like one.

Still, he could not claim to even dislike you. No, really, the opposite was at play. Your genuine care for him was simply something that brought him too much joy. You listened to him rant and offered advice. It was nice to just have someone around to treat him like a person. That was how you both ended up dating. You cancelled your flight back him and opted to stay around with him, making him feel like you truly liked him as much as he did you.

He grumbled to himself as he walked through the stupid mall in Hau'oli. Gifts were nothing easy. Nothing cheap, either. He had one a few battles and landed himself some extra cash to spend, but nothing seemed in his price range or like something you would like. Guzma was desperate to find something that would make you give him a big smile. That sight had become something almost sacred to him as of late. Even that stupid Kahuna-cop next door had commented on it. He shook his head. Nah, Nanu had not really done anything to him. Why was he so frustrated? The large crowds of people flooding the mall likely was the culprit.

He headed out and watched as the streets bustled with people. His hands were in his pockets as he let out a sigh. This island… He hated being here, but Malie did not offer a lot in options. As he stood and leaned against a fence, he watched the people wandering around. Alola was too peaceful for its own good. It pissed him off. Before he could stew deeper into his thoughts, a voice called out his name, nearly making him jump. He felt everything peak higher when he saw who it was.

Kukui.

The professor waved at him far too amicably. “Hey there, Guzma,” he stopped a few feet in front of him, “Don’t think I’ve seen you around these parts in a minute. What brings you here?” The Team Skull Boss was not ignorant to the slight suspicion that the professor held towards him. He glared at him. “Hey now, you looked a bit contemplative,” Kukui tried to soothe the situation a bit, “I was wondering if there was something on your mind.”

Guzma wanted to scoff. Like he actually cared… Despite being in the same boat as him, unable to finish their island challenge, he found himself surrounded by opportunity. It annoyed him. He was even married — The delinquent blinked. Married. As in, a long-term committed relationship. No. Absolutely not. Guzma was not going to sink so low as to ask Kukui of all people for help. Still… The approaching “due date” made him feel even more desperate than usual. They used to be amicable. Maybe he could ask Madame Prez… No, that sounded worse. She would ask a thousand questions. Kukui might only ask a hundred.

“What do you get a partner for Christmas?” the question left him as he stood up from his lean. Kukui’s expression shifted as his mouth fell open. He blinked a few times and shook his head. The professor seemed like he had just been hit by a particularly powerful pokemon move.

“… Like a romantic… partner?”

“Yeah,” Guzma nodded.

Once again, the professor looked beyond shocked. Slowly, however, he seemed to come down from the disbelief and give him a genuine grin. “That’s great, man…” he shook his head, “A gift, huh? Usually, Burnet just tells me what she wants…” He took off his hat and scratched his head. “What’s something they like?” Kukui tried, “You know, sometimes it really is more the thought of things that matter. I’m sure they’d be happy that you tried at all.” Guzma wanted to snap at the annoying sentimental answer, but… Honestly…

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” he nodded. Really, he had an idea of what to get you, but he was far too worried that you might hate it. His self-confidence felt lower at this time of year. Kukui walked over to his side and gave him a pat on the back, earning him a glare from the other man.

“C'mon, I’ll help you look, yeah,” he motioned for him to follow him back into the mall. Guzma begrudgingly followed him. Kukui probably had an idea of what he was doing. Maybe getting some advice would not hurt. His tense feelings for the professor could be pushed to the side for a moment.

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Guzma nervously held the gift in his hands as he found you. It was a bit cooler than usual — The only sign it was winter in Alola. He wore the stupid red hat that Kukui had insisted on. Your face had lit up when you turned around to see him, smiling splitting your face as you gave a laugh at the sight of him. He held out the present as an offering, not daring to speak a word. For once in his life, he felt like his tongue would not move. A rare event, really. You took it from him excitedly and looked at him as if to ask if it were okay to open it. He gave a nod. Of course, it was. He would not have given it to you had it not been.

You tore away the wrapping paper to find a small jewellery box. Opening it, you saw a necklace inside with a pendant shaped like a Ribombee. Guzma shifted nervously, not too sure how you would feel about it even still. Kukui had insisted that it was a good choice, but he worried that bug-types really were not for everyone (even if he knew you liked them due to your interest in his pokemon). You, however, went to put it on your neck and thanked him for such a lovely gift. Your smile was even brighter as you looked at the pendant even more. He felt himself relax.

Great, it had worked.

Yet, before he could fully unwind and move into enjoying a romantic evening with you, you pulled out a gift for him, too. He was shocked once more. Imitating what you had just done, he found himself ripping open the paper to find a Wimpod t-shirt inside. He stared at it for a few moments, completely bewildered, but eventually broke out a grin. Yeah, he got what Kukui meant now. Slipping the t-shirt over his tank-top, he found himself pretty contented with how everything went. You laughed as he posed in it.

Maybe, he would be down for more things like this in the future.

With you, at least.

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⭐️ The merchant had a terrifying awareness of the world around him. Nothing slipped by him, and it was truly both a curse and a blessing for him. He was always cursed with an innate curiosity that seemed to torture him. Though, it also benefitted him. He was fully aware that someone was following after him. His movements were deliberately made to see if it was mere coincidence or purposeful. He determined the latter and grew more worried. Was someone aware of his intentions? Did they plan to attack him? He certainly was not going to allow that to occur. A knife he kept on his person for protection had his hand resting on it. He turned around to catch the pursuer unawares. Yet, as he went to pull out the knife, he froze dead in his tracks.

⭐️ “… What in the world are you doing?” he retracted his hands and crossed his arms. You stood just a few metres behind him, watching him ominously. This would have made him nervous had he not already been aware that you were not possibly with knowledge of his plans. He waited for you to reply, but nothing ever came from you. This immensely frustrated him. He could have attacked you — Many times, the merchant had to deal with bandits attempting to steal his goods and possibly his life. The blond shook his head when you only stared at him wordlessly. This was not something that he could dare to stand for.

⭐️ With eerie speed, he approached you and caught your wrist in his hand. A single grey eye stared through your very being. Whatever resolve you had to keep pranking, the merchant faded, and you shook your head, trying to explain just what was happening. Your words calmed the panicked thoughts in Volo’s mind. He had been utterly terrified you had somehow uncovered something. “… I see, I see,” he tried to pretend he was not a hypocrite who had not followed you around himself, “Well, I must say… I had thought it was a bandit. Please be more careful.” He brought a hand to cup your cheek while stroking it with his thumb. When he parted, you felt oddly on edge. The blond simply kept walking as he had before.

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Volo would admit his life was full of many regrets and awful things. Being alive sometimes simply felt like a sin to him, yet he continued on to spite the horrible world he found himself in and those terrible feelings inside himself. Everything he did was solely for the pursual of his goals. The deity that avoided his grasp. Frustration still burned in his chest, but his goal had yet to pass. His intentions to pursue this path, no matter how much time it consumed were unyielding. Even in the face of a loved one.

That had been a rare thing in the merchant’s life. Love. Those of his bloodline were long gone, barring another survivor. You had been truly something special, if not another painful for him to face. Arceus had sent you to intervene — Daring to choose you, an outsider, over him. It had driven him to a certain madness, but he found himself also entranced. The deity still had chosen you, and, in his pursuit of it, he had grown close to you. Far too close. The sting of your wholehearted rejection of his plans still burned inside his chest. He was truly not over it. You even had the gall to entirely vanish afterward — apparently having abandoned Hisui back for the era that you had been spit from.

Yes, Volo would admit to facing many, many painful things.

But he was nothing if not determined to put an end to it all.

Pasio intrigued him. His curiosity as an intellectual flourished and his goal felt aligned within his sight once more. Arceus’s attention was on this island, choosing those among the most powerful to receive its blessing. Volo felt giddy at the plain opportunity. There was bountiful information around as well. Researchers from all around had gathered and allowed the blond to catch information as he pleased. Rei even had backed out of daring to reveal him, seemingly opting to take a “wait and see” path with him. What a fool. The so-called prince governing this place was easy enough to manipulate to his whims as well. That little man was so desperate for acknowledgement that he played easily into Volo’s hands.

He readjusted his backpack as he looked around in the city centre. It was bustling as usual, many wandering around with purpose. Others vacantly moved wherever their whims called them to. Volo was just once among the crowd, leading to him sighing. It was a slow but steady progress. His apprehension lapped at him painfully even still. He wanted nothing more than to recreate this ephemeral world. As he walked, he found himself stopping as a child ran right into him.

They almost instantly pulled back and rubbed their forehead. Volo stiffened. Blonde hair fell over their left eye. His initial reaction had been similar to that of seeing Cynthia. He was not going to plead ignorance to his bloodline being continued. Except, when they looked up at him to apologise, their eyes reminded him far too much of another person. A familiar person. He swallowed. It was a little girl, far too young to be wandering around, he felt. Even in Hisui, small children were often kept to homes. “I’m sorry, mister!” Her voice was small, and her words were a bit untrained. His heart raced. He gave a perfect customer service smile and shook his head.

“No,” he spoke gently, kneeling down to her height, “It’s quite alright. You seemed to be a rush, hm? Where are your parents?” His eyes peered at the pendant around her neck. The familiar teardrop shape told him so much with so little. She tilted her head at his questions, seemingly hesitant to tell a stranger that. He wanted to chuckle. So much like himself. Your name left his lips causing her to jump a little. “I’m friends with them,” he smiled so easily, “I’ve actually been meaning to meet with them here. Won’t you take me to them?”

The little girl nodded, seemingly excited to meet one of your friends. Her small hand found his own. He gently took it. Oddly, he felt proud of the girl. He saw so much potential in her — Something of her being manifest of the relationship that you and he had shared at one point. You even cared enough to introduce her to his culture. He could have felt anger at the situation; of being left out of her life thus far, but he saw an opportunity. There was much to talk about when you two met once more.

“What’s your name?” he asked, finally.

“Astrea,” she smiled.

Volo wondered how to include you both in his world.

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Volo found many new things on Pasio utterly fascinating.

Modern technology, societal changes, cultural variances.

He was abounded by things that tickled his curiosity. People from all around surrounded him, letting him blend into crowds and focus on his knowledge gaining rather than whoever might have an eye out for him.

It was only natural that he learnt of various holidays from all over. New Years was one of which he was familiar – The festivals from Jubilife seared into his mind. Christmas was a new one, apparently from western regions with histories so unfamiliar and foreign to him. That was far from the only one, however. Valentine’s Day. A holiday apparently dedicated to romance. The thought made him feel oddly sick. His side as a merchant saw the clear opportunity, but the side of him that despised how this world was felt more horrified about such a commodification.

Yet, something fascinated him more than anything else related to it.

Giving chocolates as a confession.

He watched people pace back and forth within stores for so long, desperate for flowers, chocolates, and cards. It was something he found himself uninterested in participating in. Yet, his partner, here within the oceanic trappings of Pasio wandered about. While he kept an eye on them, his interactions had been kept to a minimum. Of course, they knew he was amongst those on the island, and he had spoken to them a few times. But, the situation was far from what it was. Of course, he desired more, but his plans were more important than gathering what remained of a relationship divided by the cruelty of a deity.

He was going to say that. That was going to be his thought process until he achieved his goals of Arceus.

Yet, a sight burned him so badly, he no longer could solely focus on his goals. Some trainer held out chocolates to you. Their cheeks were flushed with colour as they explained their feelings for you. Volo watched, waiting for you to turn them down. Your heart must still belong to him. Yet, you took the chocolates politely and spoke with them just out of his hearing range. He felt such bitter emotions lap at his heart. Why!? The blond foolishly felt so competent that you belonged to him.

Another soon approached in succession. Another confession. Volo gripped the tree he hid behind with enough strength to damage the bark. What was this?! A third came after the second. There had been enough. Creeping out from his hiding place, he approached you himself. Standing tall, he gazed at you. The expression upon your face shifted. He found something in his bag, the only thing close to a modern Valentine’s gift that he had, a jade bracelet.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he spoke quietly, “Won’t you be mine?” Your wrist was captured by him and the bracelet was slipped in. The colour was a beautiful shade. His grey eye stared deeply in your own.

Your answer left your lips to decide your fate.

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Cyrus

☄️ Cyrus’s embarrassment is quite simple… A certain toy robot is on his desk. It is brought between work and home, but it is always there. The toy is simple and cute, likely made by a child. There is no function of it anymore, but he will never toss it out. Why? Such fond memories are attached to it. Memories he will never admit to, yet linger in his mind when he least wants them to. A simpler time in his life where he dared allow himself to be playful and to have… He stops himself from remembering. It hurts too much to recall.

☄️ So, when his partner comments on the toy sitting on his desk, he tenses up. Embarrassment floods his heart for having something so childish linger around him. Yet, when they just ask about it without any clear judgement, he simply explains that he has a few memories attached to it. This intrigues them more, naturally, but he is simply biting his tongue with little interest in going into the specifics. All he says is that a friend used to play with him with the toy. More questions than answers. Cyrus never really feels able to elaborate, not with the intense, horrible emotions in his chest. The toy robot remains, at least.

Colress

🧪 His obsession when he was a child? Mostly mad scientists. Is he embarrassed? Only about the incorrect science. Really, looking back on his fascination, he feels more flustered about the incorrect concepts used than the fact he was fascinated with villainous characters. A testament to his future nature as someone who does not necessarily align themselves with morality. Sporadically, while in public places, old movies will play on displays, and he finds himself taken back. Silently, he tries to pretend not to be mildly annoyed with the inaccuracies present. That is more annoying than his own previous fascination.

🧪 He simply tells his partner about it while some old movie plays on the television. It really is not some shocking revelation to anyone who knows him. Really, he could almost fit the archetype if he did not keep himself within the basis of reality. He does mention something about wanting to make more hybrid pokemon, which gets a stare from them. Later, he will admit with little embarrassment that he outgrew the interest because he could not stand the lack of actual science. He feels confident in speaking to them since he has already established a bond with them. Once again, they are not surprised since it is Colress.

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☄️ The Galactic Boss claims he does not get jealous, as he does with most emotions. He does not simply feel them – he has moved past such foolish things long ago. Is that true? No. Not at all. It is exceedingly difficult to get him to visually react, but if he does… It is quite a sight for all involved. Though, he does have a more subtle reaction first. His lies of being without spirit fall apart the moment his partner is in a position that makes him uncomfortable. (And inspires his urge to rid this world of it even more since he hates feeling like this.)

☄️ At the sight of someone getting too close for comfort, Cyrus usually finds himself approaching you and standing at your side. No contact, of course, but plenty of uncomfortable staring. Too much of it, in fact. He is observing this fool to find out their intentions. They must have some hidden reason for approaching you… He believes most people around are aware that he is in a relationship these days. Especially since you likely came with him to whatever event you two are at. This typically works to deter. Though, you do ask him questions afterwards that annoy him. No, he was not jealous. He was attempting to decipher what they wanted.

☄️ Yet, if the person is more touchy, Cyrus may find himself plainly to state about how they should respect personal boundaries. The sight of their hand laying on your shoulder makes his skin crawl. This is unacceptable. He hates the urge to grasp their hand and remove it that enters his mind – but he is not a confrontational person. Cyrus simply reminds them that unwanted touching can earn harassment charges. They definitely back off at that point. You thanking him only earns a scoff from him. His perfect world will not have such people. (They specifically will not be included.)

☄️ The last tier involves actual unwanted contact and clear invitations. Cyrus feels the rage he so hates burning in his heart. The heart that he hates. So, a lovely situation all around for this poor person. He will actually step in between them and you and glare at them. Enough is enough. You clearly were not interested, and the idea of anyone making you uncomfortable is enough to make him upset. He basically orders them to back off and threatens them subtly about what might await them. Seeing the man in such a state really scares off anyone, so they absolutely leave. Cyrus them drags you out of the event, unable to stand this any longer. He and you need to be alone, and he needs to get himself away from these things that inspire such horrible feelings.

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You should have been scared when a certain blond appeared before you as you worked on your survey tasks. He stood, after all, tall and looming and just at a distance for you to know that he was there but not close enough for you to feel the immediate need to call for help. A few weeks had passed since the incident at the Temple of Sinnoh. You honestly had not expected to see him ever again, yet…

Here he was.

Watching.

Waiting.

Volo was something extraordinary.

You truly could only ponder the madness than drove him. But even that would be interrupted by how striking he could still be. It hurt more than it should have – having fallen for such a man. Volo was attractive. That was something no one would dare deny. But, his kindness had truly lured you in. At your lowest, alone and desperate, he had appeared and been the light to guide you. Then, he turned around only to burn you and leave you with a festering wound. A desperation overtook you. Caution was thrown to the wind as you approached him, getting further and further away from any help that would save you should this go awry.

He gazed at you intensely as you stood a few paces off from him. That single exposed eye stared into your very soul, almost as if he were deciphering the very secrets hidden within. He approached you in turn, standing just before you. It occurred to you only then that he could easily kill you with you having little time to react. He was physically strong and hardened by the rough ways of Hisui. There was no doubt that he had likely had to defend himself in the past. Hands lifted, and you half expected them to go for your neck. Instead, they cupped your face. His forehead rested against your own.

Your mind rushed to intimate times you had spent wrapped up with him. His body almost consuming your own as he took and took. Warmth rushed through you. He was confusing. Part of you wished only to understand his mind. Those recesses of his mind must hold such horrifying memories to drive him into doing such madness and desperation to usurp the creator of the world itself.

“… I have decided…” his voice was low, a rare thing, “I’m not letting you go.” The words held a terrifying edge. His hands shifted to grasp your wrists. He hummed as he closed his eyes. “… If I cannot have Arceus,” he continued, “I’ll take its chosen one instead.”

Despite the anxiousness coursing through your veins, you felt so warm in his hold.

You knew that you were not escaping this.

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☄️ Lysandre was a person you found fascinating. He was passionate about his beliefs and clearly confident in his choices. The man you saw in public was impossible not to pay attention to. Tall, handsome, and supposedly descended from royalty. It was hard not to fall for him, especially with how sweet he had been in your private relationship. Gifts were frequent alongside expensive dates. You felt like his entire world. Yet, somehow, you felt distressed by his talks of beauty and the ugliness of the world. What could have once been dismissed as nothing more than a far too passionate viewpoint showed itself as something far worse. Something you had to run from.

☄️ You fled Kalos, heading to a place far away from it all. The shining city of Lumiose felt like a distant memory as you settled into one of the smaller cities within the Sinnoh region. It was far less developed than what you had seen in certain parts of Kalos yet ahead in many other ways. It was a new start. A beginning to escape the painful memories that plagued you. The snowy, mountainous region had many historical sights that fascinated you instead. It was at one of these that you met a man who caught your attention. A silent, stoic exterior came from him, tempting you into seeing what was underneath it all. So, you struck up a conversation and caught him off-guard.

☄️ Cyrus, his name was. Apparently, only twenty-seven years old. He spoke you to you about the myths of the region in a way that surprised you. Listening to him, you felt like there was more than him than the stern expression on his face. It was persistence that saw you breaking that facade and letting you see the real man who lurked just under. A sad, hurt man with many issues that remained unaddressed. Somehow, you felt it far too easy to grow into something more with him. A tender, careful relationship built on a tentative trust. It would only grow into something more serious with proper nurture. A change in the man was plain to see with how his mask fell around you. He was desperate for anyone to meet the emotions he claimed to so-despise.

☄️ Lysandre, however, had not given up. Your abrupt leaving with only a note explaining your disinterest in continuing your shared relationship had not been enough for him. He had grown obsessed with your beauty – You were someone he needed to be with him in his perfect world. A rumour had reached his ears about where you had run off to alongside just want you had been doing there. Sinnoh, a region that rarely crossed his mind. He made himself a reason to visit – Another engineer was there. A discussion with him gave him the perfect excuse to visit the region without drawing suspicion from his followers. The idea of it getting out that you had fled from him drew out terror.

☄️ A meeting with this Cyrus proved quite fascinating. The man was genuinely talented engineer with a comprehension that he almost wished to have on his side. Something about Xerosic left him concerned. It had been refreshing to discuss things from a different perspective than his own. This may be youthful energy or whatever else he had heard about. Yet, something interrupted their discussion. The doors to the office opened and revealed a person that Lysandre simply had not expected. Had you heard of his visit…? Had you hunted him down? Ah, perhaps everything was going better than he thought. “My love…” He started, standing up to approach you, “Have you reconsidered your choice?”

☄️ A choked sound came from Cyrus behind him. Lysandre paid it no mind. You, however, stood horrified in the doorway. It was plain to see that you had not expected for him to be here. Yet, that a left a question to the Flare Boss about why you had come here at all. Cyrus had managed to regain himself quickly, embarrassed by the emotional expression that left him. You blinked before finding it in yourself to reply. “No… I made my feelings clear, Lysandre,” you shook your head, “I’m not here for you.” Your gaze met Cyrus’s own. A silent demand for an explanation was present within them. This reply had not been the one Lysandre had wanted. He towered over you, glaring down at you. He despised the idea of using force, but there was no way that he would leave without you.

☄️ “I would advise you to stop intimidating my partner,” Cyrus’s voice cut in with its usual cadence. His steps to your side were concise and reflected no hesitation in himself. He stood with you, making no direct contact but remaining firmly at your side. Lysandre was astonished. What… kind of move was this…? How had you settled for someone like him…? He bit his tongue on the physical appearance of Cyrus, but he found the man’s attire choices odd and certainly not complimentary. “I had thought you came here to discuss a possible deal between our firms, but it seems that you intended to harass my partner,” Cyrus continued, “I ask that leave you at once.”

☄️ Lysandre stiffened. You hid into Cyrus’s side, basically clinging to him. The Kalosian man held a bit of height towards the Sinnohan man, but intimidation would not work here. You seemed so attached to him, too. His heart ached. As much as he wished to whisk you away back to Kalos and have you in the beautiful world he intended to create, it simply was not to be. Cyrus would not let this happen, especially. He had heard the rumours about the blue-haired man’s supposed plans. He was in the heart of an enemy’s territory. “I shall be going then,” he nodded, “… I wonder if they have any clue what you are up to, however.” He strode away. You stood shocked by the entire situation. It seemed you would be left behind with the ugliness of the old world, Lysandre thought.

Cyrus turned to you after he departed and clearly wished for many answers. You, meanwhile, felt terrified by what Lysandre meant that Cyrus was doing.

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After everything came to an end – His plans falling through and his name being written down as a fool who attempted something spectacularly mad – Cyrus needed to get away. Galactic would survive under the watchful gaze of Saturn, and he simply could not bear the idea of remaining as it were amongst the masses. His arrest had only been narrowly avoided due to his connections.

A getaway… He found himself already having reservations and disappearing off from the face of the earth for a short while.

You, naturally, found yourself joining him as his partner. While there was certainly much to talk about in relation to his actions, you could see the obvious dread and uncertainty spiralling within him.

Before you stood a far more traditional building than you had expected for Cyrus’s tastes. He stood at your side as you were both greeted by a staff member. They led you both to the entrance. The trek there brought the two of you through a garden that held your attention. Green was everywhere alongside mossy rocks and a gentle, flowing stream. Feet echoed against the stone of the walkway as the entrance came into sight. A glance at Cyrus made you see that his expression was stern as ever.

Sitting in the lobby as the room was readied, you were captured by the stunning ambience of a smaller garden. Cyrus drank a tea that had come complimentary while you enjoyed your own beverage. His mind seemed a million places away. It was no place to discuss anything, but your worry increased. He basically had hidden something so horrifying to you, but leaving him would render him alone. There was no simple way to handle this situation. Watching him, his gaze met your own. Nothing was said as a hostess called out to you both to escort you.

It was much like a maze to explore as she led you both to a small area and unlocked the door. A tour was provided of the rook and amenities before you two were left alone. Cyrus took a seat at the low table, glancing out the window at the private garden connected to the room. A small veranda led out to a connecting room with a bath in it. The room was divided up into small areas, of which you both were in the sitting room.

You sat across from him, feeling yourself lost for words. This place was certainly expensive… And exclusive, too. Only seventeen rooms altogether. It certainly was a place for lying low and getting away… If one could pay the fees. Cyrus certainly could. It was silently. You both seemed lost in your own worlds. Leaning forward, it felt odd how serene the place was. The natural finishing of the room, mixed with a traditional style, felt odd. Cyrus was not a very natural decor sort of person.

“… What is on your mind?” the silence was first broken by him, “Speak.” He shifted, clearly growing uncomfortable by the suit he wore. There was no enjoyment from you due to being spoken to more like his Houndoom than a person. Yet, finally, it felt like there was room to discuss what had truly been on your mind. Cyrus grew entirely dismayed as you shared your feelings about what he had done. Shock spread across that usually expressionless face. He glanced away, eyes drifting to the garden. A breath escaped him. Words would doubtlessly be unconvincing to the man. Nothing could make him doubt his decisions. He was more confident than that.

Though, it seemed that the idea of having stressed you out made him reconsider something. “I see…” his voice was barely above a whisper, “… There is nothing to further say. My plans have failed. It seemed that I am eternally trapped to this accursed world.” Your pout at his words silenced him. There really was no changing his mind about the world. You would not pretend to find it much better, but attempting to remake everything in an assumption the one knew best was simply hubris at its finest. He flinched when you stood up and walked away. Though, you only stepped back to change into the provided attire by the inn. Leaving the bedroom, you were greeted by Cyrus. His gaze was intense as he stepped in after you.

Sitting down, you turned on the television. Some awful daytime show was playing. You watched it with a certain level of apathy until Cyrus entered the room once more. The suit he wore previously was gone. A haori rested over the yukata. Your eyes tried not to drift to his chest. A perfect amount of skin was exposed. Biting your lip, you watched as he moved the floor seat to your side. A tablet came out as he tapped away on it – Likely still handling Galactic business. It never would truly leave him, either.

Really… A sigh left you.

It seemed things would continue as they always did, even in a place like this.

As the sun began to set, you found yourself showering in the small bathhouse. The warmth of the water settled into your skin just right as you rinsed away the lather of the soap. Turning off the shower head, you stepped into the bath to soak. The scent of the wooden basin made your mind go to an almost nostalgic place. You settled in with a sigh. Water poured over the sides and dripped down the flooring.

Your eyes closed. This really was what you needed after being interrogated by the International Police for so long. Apparently, it was completely unreasonable for you to have been unaware of Cyrus’s plans. There had been no point. You were directly aware of that. Suspicious? Yes, of course. But… Had you known, you would have done more to have stopped him. The steam of the water fanned across your face.

The opening of the door caught your attention. Cyrus entered. He had a towel wrapped around his waist as he pulled out the stool you previously sat on to wash. Your attention was locked onto his body. The surprising muscle to his form always left you astonished. There was an expectation for something like malnourishment from how sunken his cheeks were… He washed quickly and efficiently before mimicking you in turning off the water.

The towel came off as he joined you in the tub. More water splashed over as he settled in. Your heart raced. The sound of the running spring water into the tub was quieter than the pounding of blood in your ears. He gazed at you before closing his eyes. Shoulders drooped with a breath leaving him. It seemed that he was relaxing. Somehow, you found yourself with no better intention than to join him.

The two of you sat in a private dining room as the food was served in a traditional set manner. Cyrus easily ate the food, astonishing you with how proper his skill was. Certainly, it had been far too easy to forget his upbringing. That same upbringing was likely part of why he had… You sucked in a breath and ate a piece of the vegetable array that had been served.

Silence permeated amongst you two. There felt as if a lack of words was a rule as it stood since earlier. The only thing breaking the quiet was the return of the server with the next part of the set. At the point of the meat dish being brought in and simmering in a broth. You finally broke it with a question about whether he was enjoying the food.

“… Of course,” he replied, “Though… I will admit to missing my usual beef bowl. Changes like this probably aren’t bad…” No, you would agree. This food was wonderful. You struggled to think of something else to say as you both ate the rest of your meal.

Walking side by side, you both wander along a corridor under an awning. A maintained garden grew alongside the side, illuminated with a traditional lantern. Your arm locked with his own. The distant cry of Nincada left your wandering. He promised that he never had any intention of hurting you when you had confronted him. Everything had been kept a secret to protect you. It was sad. He could not even come to you when he needed someone the most. The idea that he wished to simply rid this world of spirit due to his horror was processing his life.

You both stopped to watch an Illumise and Volbeat float together. Somehow, your head found his shoulder. All you wanted was to be happy with Cyrus in life. A mumble about how pretty the sight was got a quiet agreement from him. You clung to his arm tighter. There was still hurt about what he did, but…

Really, you wanted to focus on getting him back to the world around him.

A beautiful place like this truly appeared to be your best option.

Back in the room, you changed into pyjamas and found yourself lying on the bed. It was unbelievably soft. The pillow felt just perfect. Your eyes drifted out the window to the private garden once more. It seemed the Ilumise and Volbeat had travelled over the wall into it. They fluttered around after each other.

The door slid open to the bedroom. Footsteps drifted towards you as the blanket was pulled back. A weight beside you told everything. Glancing to your right, you watched as he settled in. His gaze met yours once more. The hurt you had felt was gone almost entirely. Despite his complaints, you embraced him and buried your face into his chest. A sigh left him. You ignored it.

For now… He was all yours. You planned to take full advantage of that.

After all, he had booked a week stay.

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Cyrus

☄️ The Galactic Boss barely had noticed the holiday approaching. He simply felt no need to keep up with such trivial things while he was working on his plans. However, he did notice that his grunts were requesting time off while Mars seemed to babble about something that he did not care to listen to. His frustration was piling due to this, but he was caught off-guard at the red-head entering his office and asking him what he was doing for the holiday since he was apparently in a relationship. He bit his tongue. The urge to tell her off about prying into his personal life was interrupted by him blinking. His… relationship. Right, this was the time for women to give gifts to the important people in their lives. He groaned. Suddenly, he realised that he needed to take off from work at a reasonable time. Upsetting you was the last thing that he wanted to do.

☄️ While it was not typical for men to do anything, he felt the urge to do something to make up for any possible distress. A simple reservation at a restaurant seemed sufficient enough, but he still felt worried at the thought of failing to please you. So, he found himself trailing to a florist when he managed to finally free himself from work. Flowers were romantic enough, were they not? He struggled to pick any due to his uncertainty. The clerk seemed to take pity on him – the typical rose bouquet felt too common and apathetic for him. Yet, somehow, a certain kind of flower caught his eye. A purchase was made, and he headed home. This seemed more than enough to make up for any possible upset.

☄️ Unsurprisingly, he was greeted by chocolates when he came home. They were homemade and shaped by like the various forms of Rotom. He felt shocked by your dedication and relieved that he had done so much in return. The offer of dinner seemed to perk you up even more. He had booked the nicest restaurant in the area, after all. Though, his surprise of a sunflower bouquet also shocked you. The flowers gently brought a delicate warmth with their presence. You thanked him for such a thoughtful gift. While you held the bouquet to yourself, he opted to speak. “Happy Valentine’s Day…” his voice was low and deep, “I apologise for being home so late.” Your hug and a peck to his cheek calmed him. As long as you were happy.

Giovanni

🟥 Valentine’s Day… Giovanni would often receive many gifts. He certainly was a desired man, after all. Honestly, he was not the biggest fan of chocolates, but the attention fed his ego just right. Now, he was fully aware the holiday was celebrated differently all over. In Kanto, it was a time for women to gift chocolates to the men in their life. In somewhere like, say, Unova or Kalos, though, it was a mutual holiday with more expectation on the man. He felt himself debating whether he should obligate his partner like what they would expect from their culture… Really, he supposed it would be something different from the typical day of being showered in gifts from those desperate for his attention.

🟥 Chocolates were the typical gift for the holiday. He found himself in a premier chocolatier, debating just what his partner may enjoy. A variety seemed best. The price was certainly steep, but it was not as if he failed to have money to throw around. The chocolates were delicately wrapped in a scarlet box as he pondered what was next. Flowers were a common gift overseas. Roses, specifically. He quite found the idea of bouquet red roses enchanting. A stop at a florist provided his next gift. The flowers drove a high price again, but he once again found himself apathetic. Lastly, a location. A simple call to a preferred restaurant got him a private room that evening without question. Honestly, it was easy enough.

🟥 He had his driver bring you to him as he waited at the restaurant. His attire was far nicer than his typical suit. You were shocked as you stepped out of the car. A box of chocolates was in your hands. An exchange was made as you handed off your gifts for one another. Your reaction to the expensive chocolates left him smug. Yours for him were clearly homemade. He would appreciate the dedication. The shapes of a rocket and Persians left him entertained at least. Your arm was interlocked with his as he led you to the reserved area of the restaurant. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” his voice was confident and proud, “… I have more planned for this evening.” Your reaction to that had him chuckle. He felt that he enjoyed celebrating like this all the same.

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The air of romance permeated in every annoying convenience store within the parameter of any civilisation. It was a constant reminder of the corporatisation of love and care for one’s partner. Guzma would grumble every year at the sight in frustration at how annoying it was. Really, how could people let something like this stress them out? It was a manufactured holiday. He did not care about actual history or whatever. Though, he would buy the discounted chocolate the day following if the mood struck him.

Most of his team stood behind him in this. Love was a dumb thing. Romance was useless. It was pretty prevailing among them. Even Plumeria seemed peeved at the appearance of Valentine’s Day every year. It made sense. None of their group really had decent experiences by greater society around them. So, he often just let the day pass by with little thought outside of seeing that police officer who watched him grumble a similar sentiment. This year would have been set to be the same as all the ones previous, but Guzma found himself lost in thought.

Honestly, he had not expected to get a long-term partner. Short hook-ups were not uncommon, but an actual relationship felt completely unknown. Yet, here he was. With you. As his partner. The Skull Boss was not a romantic, not in any indirect sense of the word. He simply found it best to say his thoughts with little consideration for what they might mean. He loved you. That was enough, right? Guzma thought so. You clearly liked him a lot.

So, why was Plumeria in his room glaring him down? He thought she understood his feelings on it, but her expression was downright venomous. Her demands to actually do something for you were leaving little room for argument. Guzma wanted to groan. What was the point in participating? “To show you actually care, you dummy,” her words came as a shock, “Getting a gift just shows you appreciate them for putting up with you.” The Skull Boss wanted to argue that he could do that at any time, but he swallowed his words. If looks could kill, Guzma would have long-perished from toxic.

He finally got up, relenting to the woman’s clear orders. She was not backing down. While those two could butt heads often enough, he knew when she was being serious. It was actually terrifying. When did she get so invested in his love life? He feared what this could bring. “Fine, fine,” he shook his head and picked up his jacket to slip on, “I’ll get some damn chocolates, just stop glaring.” He found himself leaving his room, not wanting to wait for a reply. Getting away from her seemed like the best thing anyway.

So, he found himself trailing into a convenience store. The gazes from various locals fell on him, but he did not care. Tourists were too lost in the mysticism of celebrating a romantic holiday in a “paradise” to pay him any mind. His feet brought him to a middle aisle, where he stared down the chocolates. It was all too cute and red. For some reason, his mind could only go back to elementary school. What did you like? Now, that was something he was unsure of. Did you even like chocolate? Was milk chocolate too sweet for you? These questions plagued his mind.

Though, his gaze slowly fell onto a specific box. “You’re my Cutiefly” was printed across the box, with the bug type sitting on a flower as a graphic. He picked it up. The price was not unreasonable. Grumbling to himself, he picked up a card, too, and headed to the register. The store clerk seemed shocked as he put the money on the counter and refused to make eye contact. Really, how was he supposed to be the big, bad boss who beats you down when he was buying chocolates for his partner.

He left the store and found himself shooting you a text to meet him at the Malie Garden. Planning a date felt utterly foreign to him. Your agreement set him into motion of getting there. A few of his grunts saw him stomping over and asked if something was up. He was meeting someone, was his reply. They seemed to assume it was Lusamine. There was no need to correct them. Yet, his hesitance and feelings of annoyance faded when he spied you waiting for him at the entrance to the garden. Your smile and wave made his heart race. Suddenly, his frustration was miles away. You both entered together and headed to an isolated bench within.

“Here,” he grumbled a bit and handed out the chocolate and card, “Happy Valentine’s Day.” Your gasp at the gift and taking it made his gaze drift to you. Opening the chocolates, you showed him that they were shaped like flowers and Cutieflies. He blinked. That was pretty cute, actually… Guzma dared not decline your offer of a piece to him. It was nice. The card was simple, but you seemed to enjoy it, too. He sighed when you laid your head on his shoulder.

Fine, he would admit Plumeria was right. Especially when you thanked him and said that you loved how sweet he was. His cheeks burned. You slid a gift to him, too. A small chocolate heart with a Wimpod graphic. “You make my heart race faster than a startled Wimpod.” He snorted. Yeah, you knew him well enough. His arm came around your shoulders.

“Thanks, babe,” he sighed, “You wanna come back to my place?”

Your nod made his usual grin split his face.

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Next to nothing was known about the mating behaviours of Togekiss. It was assumed by many ornithologists that they, like many other bird pokemon – female and male make a nest and both work to care for the eggs until they hatched. The variation came in a Togepi’s inability to fly until it evolves. The rarity of Togekiss made them next to impossible to study. Many even believed that they were becoming extinct due to that.

You, however, got a direct line to observe these behaviours up close. Volo was not your very definition of loving. No, in fact, he could prove quite the opposite. He was cold, vindictive, scheming, and yet there was a certain friendliness in him that could not be entirely faked. His curiosity was nothing but the truth, too. He wanted to know more and more about this world and the history of it. Of course, the Togekiss hybrid was utterly terrifying, too. Those almost angelic wings paired cruelly when he had you at the peak of Mount Coronet with the goal of destroying this very world.

And, somehow, you still ended up in a bed surrounded by blankets and pillows. Male Togekiss, you had determined, often left the female to roost while they went out to hunt for them. An egg was held to you as you waited on his return. A Togepi egg was quite distinct in its appearance, unsurprisingly. They needed to be kept at the proper temperature in order to continue development to hatch. It was strange to consider that this thing had been inside you, but that was far from the current situation. Volo had almost become stranger since whatever instincts had overtaken his mind and led to the creation of this poor egg.

He was fiercely protective, truly not wanting you to stray far from the home he shared with you. Embraces were common as mumbled phrases about your duty to help him continue his bloodline. There was even something of a half apology for nearly killing you, clearly wishing to only have you at his side. The blond was something else at the best of times. Though, you truly never wanted. Food was brought in and made for you without hesitation. Arms and wings came around you and the egg as he pulled you into his lap and whispered various things into your ear. It was a certain madness that paired with it all. You found yourself enjoying this softness. Somehow, you felt like this was as real as the terrifying visage of him you had seen.

The sight of him holding the egg to himself also burned itself into your memory. His gaze was oddly gentle while he spoke in a language you did not recognise. Eyes closed as he seemed to listen to the egg. You knew that only he and Cogita remained of his people. There was a distant feeling that this meant far more to him than you could ever know. The older woman also had made her own appearances, often remarking on how healthy the egg appeared. Something about her did not seem quite the same as Volo, but you were never able to pin just what kind of hybrid she was. Patches of scales gave you a decent hint, though.

Before too long, as you sat with the egg and Volo, you felt the egg begin to move. Your eyes went wide as you sat it down. The hybrid’s attention was piqued as he gazed carefully at the scene. Pieces of shell were forced away as whatever was inside began to try to free itself. You unconsciously reached a hand to try to help, but Volo caught it and shook his head. This was something that they had to do on their own. It took far too long, but it was likely under an hour.

A cry made you scoop up the crying infant. The egg was not entirely gone, but she seemed done. You rocked her and soothed her. A girl… You determined that much. Being near you, she seemed to calm. Volo approached and gazed down at her. Tufts of golden blonde hair sprouted from her head. His hand came to stroke a finger down her cheek. She wriggled in reply. You let him hold her, seeing him gently press his forehead to her own and mumble something.

“Astrea,” he turned to you, “… Her name.”

You nodded. It seemed better than anything you had come up with.

Now, you were about to familiarise yourself with the growth and development of a Togepi hybrid.

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Volo

⭐️ Drinking… Volo would not contend that he was the biggest fan. Alcohol caused inebriation. Inebriation caused less control. The merchant much preferred having everything under control. Generally, in his job, since bandits would find him an easy target if he were completely out of it. Though, as he sat with you at your base camp, he found himself more willing. There was only one thing that left him frustrated. A certain presence that he had not anticipated. The professor, sure, the annoying teenage brat was a given, and a few other Security Corp members as extra bulk… But, that damned Diamond Clan Leader. He would grin and bear it, even if he did not like crowds. Why…? Well, for you.

⭐️ You… Unfortunately, your mere concept intrigued him. When he had heard that a portal spit you out, he simply needed to see with you with his own eyes. Your vigour had not been something he anticipated. It was more than apparent a certain deity had an eye on you, much to his endless frustration. His feelings bubbled up and down about you. There was something of pure adoration for your sheer survivability in a world that you were clearly not well-suited for. Pity was common, too. Seeing you all alone after being abandoned by those you believed you could rely on. Naturally, he could not help but kneel beside you and offer his own hand. Though, everything you were blamed for was his own doing.

⭐️ A few drinks in, he watched as you seemed to grow more social, babbling on about seeming nonsense to Adaman. He gave a typical grin and encouraged you to keep going. It annoyed Volo enough as it were, but then something happened that spurred something burning within him. Your arm came around Adaman’s shoulders. You leaned into him, laughing at something you said. His arm came around you, too, pulling you in while he joined you in the laughter. Volo’s grip on the glass in his hand certainly could have shattered it.

⭐️ Something in him was desperate. But, he was nothing if not controlled. Patience. If he were patient, a better opportunity would come. Acting foolishly when surrounded would only have a disaster follow. He waited. Everyone was asleep. The fire was low. You looked so peaceful. Volo wondered what you dreamed of. His hand cupped your cheek. Wherever you came from… There was no chance of you returning to it. The plates… Oh, those plates. His heart raced at the thought of his careful planning truly coming to fruition. He would take Arceus’s power as his own and remake this world… You would be at his side. Fingers gently stroked your cheek before he settled in beside you. Everything would be his soon enough.

Giovanni

🟥 A party, a drink – These things were not uncommon in the crime boss’s life. Meetings were often under the guise of such things. It was a time to make connections that could not otherwise be made in different situations. He spoke with various associates with his typical charm and attitude. Many were desperate to garner his favour. Business was discussed, naturally. What broke this studious attention of his was noticing the presence of his partner was gone from his side. He glanced around. You were sat down on a nearby sofa with a drink in your hand. It would have been something uneventful if someone had not sat beside you.

🟥 You… Oh, what had you done to the Rocket Boss? He was not one for love. Romance was a useless thing in his ambitions… You, however, liked to be a brat and ruin his precious projects by playing hero. That streak was easily broken when he simply offered you a place at his side. He would pay well and give you whatever you wanted. So long as you stop being a nuisance. Your response was to battle him. Unfortunately for you, he was not actually asking. Your disappearance was easy to sweep under the rug. It was much more preferable to have you hidden away in his home. Though, he was not above showing off. You seemed to comprehend it was futile to actually try.

🟥 The poor idiot who sat beside you… He tried to recall their name. Irrelevant, really. No doubt some young hotshot… Archer would be sent to handle them later. Your actions shocked him too much to intervene. You leaned onto his shoulder, laughing and mumbling something. He seemed to join you in laughter. Giovanni felt as if he had been presented something like excrement. He spoke to you too easily, and you reciprocated. The alcohol. Clearly, your reserved shell was cracked by it.

🟥 He trailed to you, catching your chin in his fingers. “… Hello, dear,” it was simple enough to seemingly sober you in an instant. You let go of the man and glanced at him. Your expression shifted to something nervous. Ah, how precious. That cuteness you carried was likely why he opted for all this extra effort instead of simply getting rid of you. That, and you cared for his son. “Join me, won’t you?” he brought you up to stand with him, while the guy you were with nearly cowered into himself. You walked with him, on edge from the mood shift. Oh, Giovanni was already running through the various ways that you would earn his forgiveness.

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Spring had come at long last.

The frigid winter of Sinnoh finally was blowing away and leaving blossoming flowers and verdant greens in its spot.

The seasonal shift was lovely to observe and many shops celebrating the season changing with many limited-time items. During a particularly boring day, you found yourself browsing them at the grocery store in a slight wonder. Fruit sandwiches had really made their full return alongside Cherrim themed food items. Somehow, your mind wandered, and you bought far too many things for just yourself. Though, it was in the check-out line that you noticed something particularly interesting. A flower viewing was being hosted at Amity Square in Hearthome.

With your items, you headed back to the apartment you shared with your boyfriend. He was no doubt still at work, likely drowning in whatever his current project was. Your mind wandered as you waited in the elevator with your grocery bags in your arms. A proper date had not been shared between you both in a while. He was not overly fond of them, you knew, but… The idea of sitting in the serenity of the park watching as flowers and their petals swayed in the wind captured your heart. It could be a picnic…

The elevator stopping and dinging broke your daydream. Stepping out, you headed to your door with a plan.

Cyrus was late coming in, that was no surprise at this point in your relationship. Though, he did seem shocked to see you up waiting on him. You turned off the television and approached him as he entered the living room. He seemed exhausted, but it was rare that he did not look that way. Gazing into the blue eyes of his, you found it in yourself to speak finally. “… I want to go on a date,” you started simple.

He was taken aback by your request and blinked a few times. Immediately, the blue-haired man went to deny your request. It stung. Your expression shifted from something hopeful to hurt. Instantly, Cyrus felt his heart race. You turned away from him, clearly unable to face him after getting your hopes up. He swallowed. Why did this always happen? Knowing he upset you felt like something had rammed him with a blade and twisted it around inside of his gut. A breath left him. “… I… may have some time off this weekend,” he instead shifted his reply, “What were you wanting to do?”

“A picnic,” you said simply with a whimper just under your voice, “… I wanted to go to a flower viewing and have a picnic…” He felt even worse. Why… Why did you do these things to him?! For anyone else, he could simply say no, but for you… A nod came from him. It was impossible to say no.

“… I will make myself available then…” He agreed, “… Let's… go to bed. It’s late.”

Both of you clearly needed rest if your respective moods were anything to infer from.

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You found yourself sitting out on a galaxy printed blanket alongside your boyfriend that coming weekend. A light breeze blew in, still a bit chilly but nothing like the ones from the winter. Flowers swayed all around, while blossoming trees let petals freely blow about. You enjoyed one of the fruit sandwiches with a sigh. Cyrus had bravely let his pokemon out – Amity Square allowing more pokemon out for the festival. His Houndour lay curled up on the blanket, napping in the warmth of the sun. Weavile chased after a few petals in the wind. And, his Crobat flew around excitedly, happy to be in the sun. You had dared to sneak the bat a few fruits, making it chirp with joy.

Cyrus himself sat in oddly casual attire. It was nice seeing him in something outside of his resting clothes or a suit for work. The long-sleeved shirt with a mock new suited him quite well. You leaned your head on his shoulder and brought your hand to rest over his own. His gaze shifted to where the contact was made for a moment before going back on to the various people in attendance alongside you both. He did not fail to see one of his commanders out with a few of her friends. She had waved at him, but he chose to ignore it.

You glanced at his plate with a sigh. He had barely touched it. “You need to eat more than just meat, Cy,” you scolded him, “… You’re more protein than man at this point.” He scoffed at your words. But, at your chiding, he did indulge himself finally on the sandwiches you had gotten. He bit in with a sigh. The milk bread mixed well with the cream and strawberries inside. Not a bad choice at all. The fruit juice you gotten was nice as well, but he worried about all the sugar intake. He felt you pull away as he ate and into the basket you had brought to hold the food. More dishes were expected to come out, but you instead pulled out a pokeball. Calling out the pokemon, he tensed up.

Rotom zipped around him and then around the other pokemon before buzzing in place near the two of you. Houndoom seemed annoyed by the extra noise, while Crobat only hissed when it got too close to its fruit. Weavile was far too distracted to car, having now frozen a few petals and slapping them around. Cyrus grumbled to himself. Of course you would… You brought a hand to pet the electric ghost type. He continued to eat his sandwich. The wind continued to blow through.

“Rotom needs to get out more, don’t you think?” you asked. He blinked.

“It is your pokemon…” He mumbled.

“It’s our pokemon,” you corrected.

It was, he knew. He still struggled to accept that. Though, when the mischievous pokemon got close to his sandwich, he was forced to acknowledge it. Reaching a hand to separate it, it nuzzled into it. A happy sound came from it. His heart felt weak. He pet it for a moment. Your gaze was trained on the cute scene.

In the end, Cyrus would admit the date was a decent experience.

He was glad you enjoyed yourself.

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☄️ A show you had been interested in finally had a new season, so you found yourself intently watching on the couch. It had been so long since anything new had come from it that you felt your attention was entirely locked onto the show. You had barely gotten up to eat, much less to notice what was going on around you. The entertainment and characters once again in your mind made you far too happy. Enough to ignore the time and the sound of the front door opening and closing.

☄️ Cyrus felt odd as he returned home to no greeting – usually you met him at the door with that smile of yours. His shoes came off, and he heard the television on. Perhaps you simply had not noticed that he had come home. Though, he recalled that you had been watching the television when he had left this morning, too. His feet carried him into the home proper, seeing you sitting on the couch with your attention locked onto the screen before you. Cyrus felt… odd. You still had not noticed his entrance. Had you really been watching that show all day? He could tell a proper meal had likely been skipped over due to the chips on the table before you. A strange… disgusting feeling overcame him.

☄️ He approached you, steps quiet and trained. Sitting beside you, he pondered if you would finally notice his presence. Your gaze remained locked across the room. A hitched breath came from him. This felt ridiculous. How could your attention be so fixated on this show rather than your partner? He finally broke. “… Beloved,” his voice was low but loud enough to finally break your trance. Your attention fell onto him. Blinking, you gasped at the revelation, you had not even heard him come in. Cyrus felt a sigh leave him. Those horrible feelings left as you suddenly hugged him and startled, babbling about what you were watching.

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☄️ It was difficult for the Galactic Boss. His long period of shutting himself away from everyone else led to a difficulty in having someone stay with him in his person space. Though, he felt himself unable to even think of pushing you away, despite how unsettling seeing your face in the morning at his side could be. Somehow, you always ended up far closer to him than you started in the night (even if he was on your side, and it was his arm around you). Yet, having company proved fruitful, he supposed. Coming home at night to you became a reason for him to actually leave the office and not entirely lose himself in the madness of his plans.

☄️ Somehow, you even brought healthier habits all around. Encouragement to join you outside in doing things led to him doing more than just going to work and going home. Veilstone was a decently busy city which brought you two in wandering various shopping centres. Though, one time, Cyrus had to catch you before you wandered into a pachinko parlour, confusing it for a popular clothing boutique somehow. You also led him out around the region to do more than just mule over his research. A visit to Jubilife reminded him of how interesting this world can be… Yet, he refused to let himself be swayed.

☄️ Those around Cyrus commented on how he seemed to be in a better mood… Almost like he had more going on for him. Though, he felt he was mostly unchanged. It was simply that he had intentions of indulging you when he could. His plans took time after all… In the meantime, he would enjoy the company you provided. It was what he enjoyed most about your presence ever in his home. The only person whom he felt able to stand… You truly were a calming bond in his life. A smile and greeting when he came home truly revitalised him in a way he could not understand. Perhaps… He could rethink a few things. But only a few.

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⭐️ The merchant was not of this era. It was clear from his attire and obvious dissonance with this modern world. While he worked quickly to mask these weaknesses and blend in with the world, you could see through him. It was far too easy with the knowledge that you held of him. The relationship that you had with the blond in the past was not something you could ever forget. Volo clearly had felt much the same as he approached you on Pasio, often without warning. You paced around your lodging’s kitchen in deep thought. What would he enjoy? While he had a few candies in the village but in Hisui, meals in the wilds were mostly whatever one could get their hands on. You sighed as you stared at the stove.

⭐️ Spring was here, so you felt oddly inspired to make something akin to available things in Hisui. Canola blossoms were easy enough to obtain at a market, and a white stock was just as easy to purchase pre-made. You had a rich, earthy smell ruminating in your home as you heated the stock while mixing in some traditional mustard and ground sesame. It was more of a side dish, but you planned to make a more filling dish alongside it. Everything came together as you finished up the main dish of a similar constitution. More canola blossoms came together with bamboo shoots, tofu, and spam to create an amalgamation. Volo showing up just as you finished setting the table was little surprise – you had invited him after all. A simple question of what this was from him was met by your simple explanation of a meal. He seemed to sit at the table with a little bit of scepticism. You joined him.

⭐️ He began with the side dish, naturally. The greens entered his mouth as he closed his eyes. Something like a hum left him. You pondered if he actually liked it. There was nothing so dissimilar to anything available in Hisui. He moved onto the main dish, easily imitated his previous actions. The spam, heated and given a healthier coating than its original tone, made him raise a brow. The tofu and bamboo shoots were otherwise fine. Your heart raced. Really… You had no idea why you wanted to cook for him. You should hate him. “… I must say that this was delicious,” his grey eye met your own, “You’re quite capable in a kitchen, aren’t you? I usually held little regard for what I ate…” You nodded but were got off-guard when he approached you and caught your chin in his hand. “Why don’t I show you my appreciation?” Anticipation suddenly knotted in your stomach.

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☄️ There was a certain mutual understanding that Cyrus loved you but also needed his space. His adoration could be felt in most situations. You were gifted anything you could want and spent your days in allowed leisure. It was pleasant. Though, you found yourself desiring more of his time. He was so busy. Galactic took all his attention, and you desperately wanted some of it. So, you found some. Turning on the bath, you watched as the automated tub began to fill. Some oil was poured in to help with relaxation and tension as you called out to Cyrus that the bath was going to be ready soon. As he got up to head into the bathroom, you followed after him.

☄️ His gaze was nothing but curious. A simple request left you. Showering together. He blinked, clearly not overly sure as to whether to agree. But… He ultimately did nod. The shower head came on as he sat down on the stool. Your eyes trailed over his bare body… While you worried for his health sometimes, seeing him like this reassured you that he still took care of himself. You came over to help him scrub his back, making a sigh leave him. In turn, he helped was your own, carefully bringing the wash cloth up and down your back. It almost felt like a massage. With yourselves cleaned, you both finally got into the bath, which had been fully filled.

☄️ Cyrus closed his eyes as he sunk to his nose in the bathwater. You giggled and relaxed in the large tub. The water was the perfect amount of hot – You really felt like you could relax. The steam rose while the oil added a lovely aroma. There was a silence between you both but not an uncomfortable one. Being within each other’s presence was so lovely to you. A likely inordinate amount of time passed with you two just soaking before he rose up. Stepping out, you imitated him. Catching him from behind, you hugged him. He tensed for a moment before sighing. Well, you certainly felt refreshed and closer to your boyfriend.

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⭐️ The blond was far too startling. He had brought you out to the Icelands. The cold winds lapped at your skin as you stayed close to him. He led you expertly, clearly showing no hesitation in his steps. Soon, you found yourselves in an enclave with steaming water in the centre of a rock formation. You watched as he stripped away his layers to leave himself bare. His grey eyes pierced through you. A silent question of why you were not imitating him. So, you did. The cold air felt even worse. He entered the water with little hesitation. You joined him quickly, desperate for any kind of warmth. The water was a perfect counter to the chill of Icelands.

⭐️ Volo relaxed in the water, closing his eyes. You shifted near him, watching a few wild pokemon soak within the water. This spring was not unknown to you, but you had used the one within the Pearl clan settlement. An arm came across your shoulders to pull you into him. His muscular body instantly caught your attention. Scars decorated his skin. His eyes were distant as they glanced up at the starry sky twinkling above you both. It was relaxing, admittedly. The two of you alone in a near romantic situation. You found yourself at ease as something of a light conversation transpired between you both.

⭐️ Eventually, it had to come to an end. You both stood and dried yourselves off as quickly as one could. The cold ate at you both each moment wasted. Clothing came back on just as quickly. Your hand grasped his own as he led you along again. This time – You more at ease. Despite everything, he clearly did love you. The opportunity to attack at your most vulnerable had been near him, yet he made no such actions. His hand tightened around your own as you lost yourself in thought.

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“What made you back out of going through with your plans?” you asked Cyrus as he stared out of the apartment window. Everything had happened so fast, yet just as he was found in the Distortion World – He had agreed to stop everything. It had been startling. This was not the decision you would have expected from the otherwise unwavering man, yet it had been made.

Rain had come through Veilstone. A heavy, unexpected downpour. It had been a horribly busy last couple of days. The International Police spoke with Cyrus endlessly yet miraculously choosing to drop everything after Cynthia inexplicably put in a good word for him. That had been the most unexpected part. She had been so harsh, yet upon seeing him sobbing in the Distortion World… She suddenly had a stroke of empathy.

“… I had a revelation, is all,” he replied. You knew that was not the case. He had been so determined to recreate the world in an image he found best. The removal of spirit… A world without something so suffocating, according to him. His unspoken pain was simply too much, you knew. The horrible childhood he had and the isolation he faced from his peers… You watched the rain grow heavier. It was difficult to see outside now. He turned to you as you placed your hand on his back. “I met someone,” he admitted, “… I felt strange being scolded by them.”

You needed to meet them if they were that effective. He glanced at you. Suddenly, his hand came to catch your chin. His gaze was intense. “I still dislike the state of things,” he continued, “… I just… felt strange being told off by them.” His eyes closed. You unconsciously brought your own hand to his cheek. “I thought of your displeasure with my intentions… I supposed, if you can handle the state of things, why couldn’t I? Being surpassed by my own partner… It felt embarrassing. Being scolded by a Rotom…” The final part was mumbled lowly, but you still heard it.

“A Rotom…?” You asked. He turned away, letting go of your chin instantly. You wanted to chuckle but… You knew Cyrus well. A Rotom could definitely change his mind if everything else failed. You smiled and hugged him from behind. His embarrassment was cute and something so rare. “Why don’t you make something for our Rotom to talk?” You offered up, “Maybe it would help you in some ways.”

Cyrus glanced back at you with wide eyes.

It seemed you and given him a plan.

Or… perhaps the last push he needed to through with his already existing one.

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You stared at Cyrus’s face as he went about whatever work he tended to on his tablet. He was handsome… perhaps, not in a traditional way, but you found the harsh sculpting of his face simply beautiful. He was more like a statue than a man at times. Maybe that was why he was so stoic. You enjoyed the rare moments his stern expression would fall into something else. Especially when a smile would dare creep onto those lips of his. Oh, his lips…

Your eyes stared at the surprisingly plump feature. He never seemed to pay any mind to them, but you did. Few things excited you as much as leaning in to peck them. Usually, he would allow kisses to his cheek or temple, yet his lips were a rare allowance. Something that you desired immensely, admittedly. You bit your own as you pondered him. His heavy brown line, making an eternal expression of seriousness. The high set cheek bones and sunken cheeks… Those surprisingly soft blue eyes of his.

Cyrus…

You only realised a moment too late that you had reached a hand out to cup his cheek. His gaze pierced into you. It was a question that need not be spoken. “What do you want?” You were already too far in. Leaning in, you pressed your lips to his soft ones. His eyes shot wide for a moment before he reciprocated the affection. You felt excited as you broke the kiss. Why did it feel like such a thrill to steal a kiss from your boyfriend?

Cyrus placed down the tablet to your surprise.

Suddenly, you two were going out for food together.

It seemed Cyrus felt as if he were neglecting your needs.

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☄️ For Cyrus… Most of all, he needs someone understanding. With all he has been through in his life and the judgement he has faced, having someone who just seems to grasp his needs is so deeply important that it will unconsciously endear him to you. Just having you seem to get when he needs space versus when he needs company is odd… Seeing through his stern demeanour and reading him as he is also strange to him. But all these little things just pile together until you have invaded his brain. Why do you seem to understand him? He does understand himself.

☄️ Admittedly, and funnily enough, he would need someone a little more gentle than aggressive. He is so used to harshness that being presented with someone actually careful catches him unawares. The way you speak softly to him or grasp his hand. His eyes can only watch. You seem so fragile suddenly, but you brave so much. It both inspires a need to protect you and desire to be close to you. The way you handle him so sweetly just makes his brain feel like it is short-circuiting. Why do you care so much for him?

☄️ Lastly, being fascinated by machines, honestly. Showing any true interest in his work makes him open up more than anything else. How many times had he had his interests belittled in favour of other things? Your curiosity in watching him work and listening to him explain makes his heart feel so oddly warm. What are you doing to him? He just keeps explaining his actions while his brain wanders. The questions you ask and how you observe his actions… It feels nice to have such genuine appreciation.

Congratulations, you have now achieved a boyfriend who might send himself to PokeHell.

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The Galactic Boss stood stiffly as his movements were restrained. Arms encircled around his torso while a head rested above his heart. His gaze was locked forward, though he knew exactly who would even dare do such a thing to him. Certainly, none of his subordinates would even think of doing something like this. A hand came to rest on your back. Cyrus wanted to sigh. Why did you do these things? It earnestly felt like he was not worth it.

Though, he never voiced these thoughts. You would always protest too much and insist on his worth. He was so precious to you, apparently – irreplaceable. You adored everything about him. He had heard all this so many times as you grasped his cheeks and looked deeply into his eyes. There was no doubt of your sincerity, as bewildering as it was. There was no ignorance of his desirability as a bachelor – wealthy, young, talented, as many magazines had said. Cyrus never felt as if those were correct. He wanted to be alone. Humans were often too much.

But… You were not like that. Somehow, you understood his needs without judgement. If he needed some alone time, you allowed him it. You listened to his rambles about the functions of various machines and his internal thoughts. It was nice. He felt… accepted. A lifetime of fighting against a ceaseless tide that wanted to drown him, for only one to gently swoop in and remind him of his humanity. It hurt. He despised the way you chipped away at his plans. There was no interest in hurting you. That thought was far too unbearable. Seeing you cry was always a special torment for him.

You buried your face into his chest and hummed. Cyrus glanced down at you finally. A peaceful expression – Something of joy. He truly wondered how you got so much from him. But… his arms finally came around you. The warmth of his body, like the gentle beams of the sun, surrounded you. A larger smile spread across your face.

Cyrus felt at ease.

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🧪 The scientist was utterly fascinated by bonds. His entire research revolved around that, after all. Every little change in him, he documented and paid close attention to. The moment an oddity arose, he examined it intently. It was rare that any such thing appeared. Though, he knew. He knew. A single trainer – A chance meeting as he went about his research. They were utterly fascinating. Powerful. Their pokemon’s potential… He had to take note of them after their battle. As they rushed past him to continue whatever they were doing… His chest felt strange.

🧪 He continued to observe you on your path… Partly, because you so keenly opposed the very organisation he supposedly led. Another was for his own personal curiosity. He aided you and observed your pokemon. Such potential… He found himself fiddling with his glasses as he lost himself in thought of where you might go with such a clear power. The way you charged into danger with the full trust that your pokemon would protect you. He was somewhere between stricken and impressed. You continued to hold his unwavering attention.

🧪 He would have preferred this equilibrium of observation and challenge, but that simply was not possible. Not when a certain someone he knew had plans far greater than anything he cared for. He was more than content to fixate solely on you and his research, but alas, he was to aid in a difficult project. No matter how much he detested Ghetsis… He had to act under his orders as it stood. Though, he held full confidence in your capabilities when you appeared before him. The intensity of the battle made his heart race more alongside your clear upset at his position within the very organisation you hated. Your cold gaze… Why did it bother him so much? He noted it.

🧪 More and more of these feelings came… The fact you had nearly been killed by that despicable man… The way you struggled afterwards to find your same ambition from the trauma. Colress hated it. Your confidence… Your talent. He wanted it back. Though, he also… Felt something strange. It hurt seeing you so upset. That was natural, yes, but he could not recall the last time he had felt such a thing. It almost… made him regret his actions. Team Plasma was dissolved. He was moving on… Various groups had come into contact with him about his talents. He would continue his research. But…

🧪 But… He was not a man above acting on the other side of the law. You… you would be better off at his side. That was what he decided. You brought out so much in him! Your endless talent, your confidence, he would restore it! And besides all that… He knew now just how important bonds were to everything. Trust. He desired your own. What else could you bring out in him? You had already brought out so much. He needed to know. It was far too easy to bring you along with him. He had the means.

🧪 One day… You just wake up in a place far away from anywhere you know with Colress at your side. Screaming was pointless… And, well, it felt oddly comforting. His presence was something you were more than used to. He appeared to you often. All the horror from your past experience was not really his fault… How often had he tried to subtly deter you or warn you? There was little worry that he would do anything actually harmful. He even had tended to the ice-burn you had received from Ghetsis attack on you. So frequently after, he would attempt to get you to go out.

🧪 Colress proved to be oddly caring – taking your feelings about love and respect being important to building powerful bonds. Whatever you wanted, he would attempt to get for you. While he may not have been the best cook, he still would try to do so to make you happy. Whenever you find yourself in a low mood, he would comfort you or allow you the room you needed. Of course, he was not so interested in letting you leave. There was still a risk of you fleeing – you would admit the thought had crossed your mind. But, life was easy and peaceful since the first time you encountered Team Plasma. The previous boss seemingly wanting that for you.

🧪 It is hard to reject him – and even harder to leave. He made all kinds of complicated locks to keep you in place. You had a full range of the home he had taken to barring his laboratory. Anything you wanted was allowed, even the internet. He was thorough in blocking anything that would allow you to reveal where you were, but… It was comforting. There were no risks. It was hard not to fall in love with Colress. He was trying his hardest and working against whatever his natural state was for you. In the end, you let yourself be happy with him.

🧪 And… A few years later, you found yourself able to enjoy the peace of Alola in a nice hotel. So long had passed since he took you, and you never really considered returning. Even a question by a concerned International Police agent led to you just explaining that you fled with your now-husband. It was quite believed since you had been at least somewhat close with him before you left.

Colress considered that experiment a major success. Your shared bond with him was the strongest he had ever been able to observe.