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I’ve decided to move tumblrs. I’ll be keeping this one up since there’s a lot of fanfiction on it and I know it’s beloved, but I won’t be posting anything new here! I’ll be relocating to fuwaesthetic and posting there instead.

Follow if you’d like! This is officially just going to be a nifty little archive. Thank you so much for supporting me the past years though. It means a lot!

Sorry, I’m not really into writing Pokémon Special right now, particularly from gen3. I’ll keep it in mind for if I get into the mood later on!

Next week kicks off your requests, but for now, here are some recommendations from me!

“Let's move in together,” he suggests, then throws his hands up a little once he realizes how the words could be taken. “Not like we're together or whatever, but just as like, you know, best friends and it'll save money and it's just really really economically sound or whatever --” “Sure.” Yosuke Hanamura regrets the day he even thought about letting his partner get an apartment with him. For one, the neighbors had a lot of weird looks for them. Second, there were model robots around the whole places – some parts not included. Third? There were cats. They came slowly. At first, it was only one. Yosuke had told him they couldn't keep pets, and for the most part his partner had agreed and said he only brought it in to keep it from the rain. But then the number of cats doubled. Tripled. Quadrupled. He doesn't know what comes after quadrupled, but whatever the hell it is, it happened. His living room is covered in cat hair and cat toys and cat food and cat litter and hell, yes, it's covered in cats. They line the couch and the coffee table, curl around the corners and pull at the socks (his socks) that they've evidently pulled from the laundry he's been putting off for the last two weeks. He shuts the door loud enough for the cats to all look up simultaneously, but not enough to call it a slam. His partner peeks out from the kitchen and smiles giving him a wave. “Welcome back, Yos--” “Don't you welcome back me! I told you we're not allowed to have pets! Do you want to get our asses kicked out?” His partner has the gall to look hurt at his outburst. Yosuke grits his teeth and tries again. “Listen, cats are cute and all and yeah I don't mind if you take a few in for a little while, but this many? Seriously?” “I didn't bring them in. They just came through the window.” “That's because you keep feeding them, dude!”

2.

Back in the day, I used to run a Unova-centric fanblog where I'd post, reblog, etc fanart and fanfiction. Nowadays, it's fallen to the wayside and actually I'm pretty sure I deleted it? Oops.

Anyway, I used to do something called "Fic Rec Fridays" where I'd take requests for pairings, characters, or general canons and then I'd go through sites to find fanfiction to recommend them. Of course, it being a Unova-only blog, I only did Unova ships...

But since this is a general fic blog, I'm going to do it for any canon listed on my page here or that you've seen me writing about! The first Fic Rec Friday will start this week, and it'll be for my own favorite fanfictions; the weeks following that can be directed by you, the followers! If I don't get any requests for fanfiction recommendations, I'll probably end up doing another round of my personal favorites... which is fine; I have a lot of them.

Happy new year to you too! I don't know anything about BH6 (except that I've heard it's a pretty good movie), but I can definitely give you some headcanons about/with Gono, if that's all right.

Gono still acts like he's a bagon who's able to fit in Sapphire's lap. Uh, spoilers: he isn't.

It takes Sapphire a while to get used to him being a salamence, and it takes Ruby even longer. Even then, Ruby prefers to keep a distance between them, which frustrates Sapphire to no end.

Gono's favorite berries are sweet ones, so he's always stealing pink pokéblocks and the like from Ruby.

The only thing she takes comfort in is the fact he's just as inexperienced as she is. Everything else makes her stomach turn in anticipation, from the way he ghosts his fingers up her thigh and over her skirt, her sides, careful not to touch her breasts (even though he's touched more risque places at this point and she's not going to slap him for brushing her chest) and to her cheek. They heat at his touch, fire on fire, and Ludger laughs.

In any other circumstance, she'd snap at him, but she kisses him instead, determinedly pressing her lips to his and shivering when his tongue slides along her bottom lip. She opens her mouth and sighs, shifting on his lap; her hand drags down his chest without remorse, the heel of her palm pressing hard against the tent in his pants, and it's his turn to pull away with a crimson face.

"You all right?" she asks. He nods, chest jumping in surprise when she leans forward again and kisses him. Her fingers slip twice unbuckling his belt and three times getting his pants open, and by the time she's rubbing the clothed tip of his cock (there's a spot already wet and she focuses on it, thumb firm, because if she concentrates on anything else she'll probably give up and run) her name's spilling from his lips and into the nape of her neck. His arms are tight around her waist, hands gripping her hips harder the faster she rubs him, until she moves her hand and replaces it with the heat between her legs. He clumsily bucks up against her, back still curled and the vertebrae easy to count in one two three four five as she runs her other hand down them.

He comes easy after that, and she starts laughing. His face is burning into the side of her neck, hard to distinguish from her own heat, and he presses a firm kiss to her jaw and gives her the most kicked puppy look she's ever seen out of him.

"You're cute," she murmurs, brushing their noses together, and her eyes shoot open when his finger slips into her underwear and curls deep inside her. Her breath hitches, her hands grip the back of his neck, and Ludger presses her against the wall as he gently figures out just what makes her tick. It's terrible - in a good way - it makes her roll her hips down and gets a low groan from the back of Ludger's throat humming nicely against her collarbone. She does it again, biting her tongue on the soft sounds whimpering out between her teeth, and feels everything tighten and go out of her. Everything's still, frozen, her blood pounding hard in her temples and Ludger's labored breathing in her ear; she presses back against the wall, feels the pocked texture dig into her shoulder, and stares at him.

She can see her open mouthed reflection in his eyes, so she closes her lips with a lick and forces herself to exhale through her nose. Ludger leans closer, lips pressed to hers like he's kissing a cut to make the pain go away, and when he draws back it's only by a hair.

Hanging out with the women of their group always spells trouble. Milla crosses her arms as they talk, only half-listening to the conversation, and fixes them with a pointed stare when she hears her name - and Ludger's come up at the same time. Muzét's the first one to notice, laughing softly at her expression, and she arcs behind her to lay her hands on her shoulders. Milla's half disgruntled, half happy about the fact this dimension's Muzét doesn't hate her.

"You like Ludger, don't you?" Never mind. This dimension's Muzét might hate her. Milla twists around, frowning, and Muzét laughs; she just slides her hands lower until she's hugging her (holding her in place), until Milla stops struggling and purses her lips in a pout instead. "Don't be so shy, Milla! Come on, come on. Tell us all about your adorable crush on him."

"It doesn't exist, for one." She's proud at how haughty she manages to sound. "For two, what would ever give you the idea I like him or any of you for that matter, even the tiniest bit?"

"You're a lot more open around him," Elize puts in, a thoughtful air to her tone. Leia nods fervently, leaning forward with her fists pressed into her thighs.

"That's right! You smile more, you laugh more, you blush more --"

"I don't blush around him! I don't smile either, and I definitely don't laugh!"

"But you do," Leia stresses, and Elize nods. Milla feels Muzét do the same against the top of her head and feels like tearing her hair out. She definitely, most definitely didn't -- especially not around him, not around the person who lied to her, who destroyed everything she had known.

(Even if she hadn't been happy, she had been home.)

"I don't!" she says, again, and watches Elize share a look with Leia. They look pitying, almost, and it makes her denials catch in her throat and makes her want to run. Just run, get as far away from all of this as possible. She doesn't move - her legs feel like they're tied down with rocks, and even shifting her feet is a chore - and she doesn't do anything but feel her heart sink further and further into her stomach as the conversation moves away from the topic and Muzét gently combs her fingers through her hair.

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side b // ludger

Hanging out with the men of their group never usually spelt trouble, and yet tonight - with drinks on Alvin and the promise of fun - is nothing but it. Ludger's ears feel like they must be on fire with how hot they are as the party none-too-softly discusses the women of their group, and he splutters into his drink and Alvin turns to him and asks him what he thinks about them.

"They're--" he coughs, thumping his chest; Jude looks amused as he pats his back, and Ludger clears his throat. Right. "They're all very strong."

"That's not what we're talking about Ludger! We're talking about looks, personality. You know. In a if we didn't have a bunch of other stuff to do, who would we date way?"

Ludger shakes his head, sipping his drink with a smile despite his unease. Jude looks strangely tense on the topic - he thinks about how it must be because of the prime dimension's Milla - and Rowen chortles softly, fingers resting against the table. Gaius, for his part, keeps his mouth set in a thin line, even though his eyebrows raise curiously.

"I think they'd look mad if they knew we were talking about them like this," Ludger replies, getting a sigh from Alvin and a small chuckle from Jude, and when he gets told to just answer the damn question -- he gets cut off.

"I believe he has his eyes set on the other Milla."

It's enough to make him jerk to face Gaius, who sips his beer as if he hadn't just said anything, and shakes his head. Maybe a bit too fast, because the older half of their group chuckles and he feels his cheeks heat up. Him and Milla -- him liking Milla -- well, maybe some, but there's no way he could -- not with Jude around, not with her, because of what he's done --

It's much easier to dismiss the idea than entertain it, at least in the company he's keeping.

"Oh, no no no. Not at all." He waves his hand with the motion, much to the amused - and, on Jude's end, somewhat tightened - looks of his peers. "Even if I did, she wouldn't feel the same way. I don't think she ever..."

Thank you very much Here's your request - I'm still new to writing them so please be gentle with me - and thanks again for your well-wishes!

His immediate reaction is to kneel down and check on the first year; his second is to sigh and rock on his heels when Lev brushes him off and sits up, shaking snow off of his jacket. He mops cold gloves across his skin, getting snow off of his reddening skin as fast as he puts it on, and Morisuke leans over to help him out. A few quick brushes of his hand cleans him up nicely, and he lets his touch linger with a growing frown. Cold, but of course it would be, but there's a sudden heat pooling beneath the frosted skin.

He grips his cup with both hands when Lev finally snaps out of whatever sullen slump he'd been in -- for being babied, Morisuke would assume, and guesses the flush working its way across his nose and to the tips of his ears is from the cold. Lev won't meet his eyes when he stands up, staring up at the sky instead until the flush dissipates and the only thing left is the normal pinkness of chilly skin.

That was good. The old stag deserved some rest. He’d been working himself weak in the knees preparing younger reindeer to fly. Not one of them had ever shown the promise of a glowing nose, not like him, so there was no way he could retire — not yet. She felt sorry for him, but there was nothing that could be done. Until her husband could be convinced to add a pair of strong headlights to his sleigh - or even to the pair of reindeer selected to lead the flight.

But he was an obstinate old man, and he had always been so. Things are better this way, Jessica, he reassured her. If we added lights, then the reindeer would scare, and we wouldn’t have a very easy Christmas at all.

A creak snaps the quiet and Mrs. Claus turns to see Santa heading down the stairs out of the corner of her eye. She feels less guilty about breaking the quiet now that it’s been broken, and she sets the bowls down with a sigh.

"Kris," she begins, and he raises one fat hand. She closes her mouth and watches his ginger journey to the table, fingers straightening the edges of her apron. He sits down with a sigh, then motions with his hand again for her to continue. "Kris, there’s something I’ve been meaning to say."

"If it’s about the headlights again, I don’t want to hear it." Santa leans back in his chair, frowning beneath his bushy beard, and Mrs. Claus tsks in the back of her throat.

“Train the reindeer to be comfortable with them if you must, dear, but Rudolph has been at this far too long. There’s only so much the magic of the North Pole can do for the poor boy. He’s taking more breaks, his antlers break easier, and worst of all, his eyesight’s going bad. He needs a light almost as much as you do on the foggiest days.”

Santa shakes his head, but his eyebrows press together. They always do when he’s seriously considering her words, and Mrs. Claus sees her chance.

"Please, Kris. I’m sure the rest of the reindeer would agree."

"We’ll try it out and see how quickly they take to them. If it can’t be done before the weekend, we’ll give it up and keep wishing for another glowing nose to light us when we need it."