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Burgh’s parents were at his house, dropping off him and Brycen’s son. Little Nate had to stay with his grandparents while his dads were at work. The two had adopted the little guy, as he was only three when his parents both died. One from cancer, the other drunk driving. Burgh had felt sorry for him, and as the two continued to foster the kid, the more Brycen grew to like him, however much mess he made. “I just can’t believe my little bug catcher’s got his own son.” Burgh’s mother said, misty-eyed. “You’ve just grown up so fast!”

Burgh moved his cup of coffee out of Nate’s reach when he reached onto the table. “Mom, you’re making me feel old!” The Castelia gym leader said with a chuckle. His attention was drawn to the noise with legs as it discovered Brycen’s stash of mint chocolates.

“I want some mint chocwates!” Nate yelled. “Pwease Buwgh?” He looked at his dad with the most pleading expression he could muster.

“You’d have to ask daddy.” Burgh replied.

“But I thought you wewre my dad!”

He smiled at the small boy. “That’s true. You’ll have to ask other dad.”

As if on cue, Brycen entered the dining room, and Nate immediately latched onto his leg. “Hi, daddy!” The kid chirped.

Brycen smiled down at Nate. “And hello to you too… little homewrecker.”

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What the hell was going on at the Unova pokemon league? Marshal was carrying Grimsley everywhere on his shoulders, Caitlin was just… staring at them, and Shauntal just obliviously reading a book. Alder felt like he was looking after a bunch of kindergarteners. Because the girls were well-behaved, he decided to put his attention towards the boys. As Alder listened in, he caught a bit of their conversation.

“Okay, put me down now.”

“Nope.”

“Marshal! Put me down!”

“Not happening.”

“I won’t give you my lunch anymore.”

“Fine, fine, I’ll put you down.” Marshal said. He gave Grimsley a tiny smile. “By the way… I was wondering if you wanted to go out to eat tomorrow. We could go to Castelia city.”

The dark type trainer sighed. “Not really feeling it. You know how bad my social anxiety can get.”

“And that’s why I’d be doing all the talking.”

“But there’s so many people in Castelia, what if one of them asked us for directions or something?”

“I’ll do all the talking.”

“But-”

Marshal interrupted him. “I’ll do everything I can to stop anyone from talking to you.”

Grimsley smiled the first full-fledged smile anyone had seen from him in a while. “Falling in love with you wasn’t a part of my life plan, but I don’t regret that I did.”

Sleeptalk

Marshal had decided the previous night that he’d spend the night in Grimsley’s room. He had slept in a chair because he had sneaked in when the other elite four member was asleep. The fighting type expert had done this because he was very concerned for the dark type trainer. Every day he seemed more sluggish and tired. As Marshal blinked awake, he found Grimsley staring right back at him, straight faced. “Oh, hi Grimsley!” He put a huge smile on his face as he desperately tried to play it off. “What’re you doing up now?”

“I heard you talking in your sleep.” Grimsley said flatly. “What do you want?”

“How could you have heard me talking in my sleep?” Marshal was confused. “I came in here after you fell asleep.”

“I didn’t sleep. I haven’t slept all week.”

Marshal was ready to slap Grimsley. “And you said nothing?! You did nothing?!” Fury leaked into his voice and he couldn’t hide it. “Why do you let yourself suffer? Do you like that feeling? Being tired beyond belief and yet still having to get up and battle?”

“Yes.” Grimsley had turned around as the other elite four member yelled. He answered quietly. “I love it. It distracts me from everything else. My mistakes. Everything that’s wrong with me.”

Marshal felt bad for yelling. “I’m sorry.” He looked at his feet. “I didn’t know about any of that.”

“Whatever.” Grimsley turned around and walked towards the door. He looked as if he had been crying. “Now you do.” He reached the doorknob when Marshal grabbed his shoulder. Grimsley turned on his heel and snapped at him. “Can’t you leave me alone?! I’m a horrible person, and I don’t deserve your sympathy!” He attempted to leave the room, but the other wrapped him in a huge hug.

“Grims, you have to know. I need you. You brought me to the league. I see how strong you are, and I want to be strong like you.” His voice wavered. “I wish I were half as brave as you.”

N and Hilbert sat in the Champions chamber, battling intensely. Instead of pokemon, though, they were battling with tiles. Scrabble tiles, that is. Hilbert had waged the war of words when he saw N’s team, which were all just hanging on to consciousness. Words were slapped onto the board turn after turn. Truth, have, enter, train, die, and even more words were left on the board. The pair were down to their last tiles, N in the lead by 20 points. “Looks like there will be a new champion here.” He smiled at Hilbert, who stuck his tongue out at N. The younger of the two stuck all of his remaining tiles on the board. It totaled 22 points, as Hilbert had set a tile on a double word score space. N looked at the tiles and the words branching off of it. “‘Perish and die.’” He flicked a tile in just the right way it smacked the champion in the forehead. Without warning, Hilbert flipped the entire table on N. “What the fuck?!” He yelled. Hilbert just smiled, and N knew that he was dying laughing on the inside. He thought it was funny when N was mad, yet for some reason, he kept giving him the opportunity.  “Why do I still like you, knowing you’re a total asshole?”

Zinzolin raced up the steps, ready to confront his boss. “Ghetsis, you must stop!”

The Plasma leader turned around, surprised by his fellow sage’s change of heart. “Why would I stop, Zinzolin? This is all we ever worked for. Does it not mean anything to you?”

“I- I’ve thought about it.” The sage stood his ground. “If we freeze the world, what will we do with it? What’s the point?”

“The point is that nothing really lasts.” Ghetsis said, stone faced. “Not nature, not life, not authority… not friendship.” He turned around with a swish of his cloak. “You’re no longer a part of this, Zinzolin. You are dead to me.”

Zinzolin felt as if his icy heart had been pierced with an ice pick. “I should never have trusted you.” He said. “I don’t know how you blew smoke into my eyes, but this was never right. But, Ghetsis, I forgive you. For everything.” As he turned to go jump into a lake or something of the sort, a hand grabbed his shoulder from behind.

A couple stood on a clifftop, gazing at the open sea below. The woman sighed and rested her head against the other’s shoulder. “Isn’t this breathtaking, Mohn?”

Mohn simply nodded, as he wasn’t one to speak much. He put his arm around her shoulders and they continued watching the last of the sun sink below the horizon. As the moon rose and the stars glimmered in the sky, the once orange ocean turned into a dark blue hue. Reflections of stars glimmered on the surface of the waves, making it seem as if the sky had melted into a deep basin.

“Have you ever seen the water so blue before?” Lusamine said suddenly. She looked onwards at the water, as if there was something only she could see there. “It reminds me of the glimpse we saw of where that strange creature lived. It was beautiful.”

Mohn was surprised by her saying this. I thought she loved me over everything else. Like I do for her. He spoke in a voice that was obviously underused, as he had to clear his throat before speaking. “But, don’t you remember how it tried to take Lillie? How could you call something-” He paused to clear his throat again. “-Something that would have done that beautiful?” Mohn remembered the event to every detail. He and his research team had successfully opened a wormhole, and had the rest of the Aether family there to see it. The prize of all of their hard work. The space hole opened into a deep blue dimension, and it was incredible. Mohn had turned his back on the wormhole for a split second when his fellow researcher Burnet had exclaimed. “What is that thing?” Mohn turned back around to see a white jellicent-like being floating nearby the hole as it went unstable and closed violently, breaking the glass separating the creature and the humans. One unlucky researcher was standing so close to the glass he was flung across the room by the force of the wormhole closing. Mohn’s daughter went to help the researcher up while the others focused on the situation at hand. The strange white being moved in a strange, swaying way. It did a sort of slow motion zigzag through the air and Mohn felt lightheaded and dizzy. His son threw up due to the dizziness the creature was causing. It slowly made its way through the room that Mohn was so disoriented when he finally realized the being had opened another hole somehow, he hadn’t been able to hear hysterical screaming. He looked at the being, which now seemed to be holding something. Lusamine was quicker to react than Mohn, screaming at the being to let their child go. The Aether parents were rushing to help Lillie as a blur managed to make it there before them, screaming some sort of battle cry. Either that or pure rage. They jumped at the being and grabbed it by the tentacles, and yet it kept going. Others came and grabbed onto them, who turned out to be Burnet. The being finally let go of its load, and managed to shake Burnet off before disappearing into the hole. The wormhole closed, this time more gently. The lab was a mess, some people were still disoriented, but the Aether family was still whole.

Multiple ships - 

Hau x Gladion

Looker x Nanu

Ilima x Kiawe

[TRIGGER WARNING] If you are bothered by gore and/or character death, DO NOT read on.

The battle raged fiercely around the two boys. It seemed as if a million of ultra beasts had flooded Iki town. Hau quickly sent out all of his pokemon, while Gladion frantically switched Silvally’s memory discs. “Come on! Come on!” You could hear him grumbling faintly. The battle had only been going on for five minutes when Hau noticed the first casualty. Or casualties. Illima and Kiawe were slumped against the stage next to each other, still holding hands. Hau stared at the two trial captains in disbelief. How could these two be gone already? Hau felt a tear run down his cheek as a voice brought him back to reality. “Hau! Get your head out of the clouds!” Gladion yelled at him. He wrestled with a strange brightly colored pokemon of some sort. The blond boy shoved the weird UB a few feet ahead of him. It simply stood there, not moving at all. Gladion and Hau stared at it, waiting for its next move. It had started moving its arms towards its head when it was impaled by a rock. It fell down, and none other than Kahuna Nanu and his Persian were standing behind it.

“Who were you expectin’? Olivia?” He asked the two, seeming more depressed than usual. “Oh, just so you know, lot of us are already dead.” He sighed, seemingly oblivious to the fact he could be killed at any moment. “Illima, Kiawe, Olivia, Sophocles…” He trailed off as he saw yet another UB sneaking up on a young girl. He stopped in his tracks, his eyes showing only fear. As it darted in to attack, a familiar brown coat trailed behind a man running towards the young girl. The UB kept moving and killed him instantly with a stab. The girl gasped when he slumped onto the ground and started crying hysterically, which caused the small pokemon accompanying her to get upset. She gently picked up the pokemon and sheltered it with her own body, sitting next to the man who had given his life to protect her. “Mimi, I-I’ll take care of y-you.” She said through tears “Please tell Mr. Look- Mr. Looker thank you.” Suddenly the UB was back. The beast came back and stabbed her as it had to Looker. She had lain down as the beast hurt her so she could protect the pokemon. As she weakened, her grip on the pokemon faded completely. It’s disguise was ripped to shreds. The pokemon was lost in the battle.

Despair filled Nanu’s voice. “No… n-no, no, no, you can’t be dead.” He rushed over to the figures and examined them. The raggedy purple dress had bloodstains on it, and the mutilated disguise was littered around the nearby area. She still was barely alive when they got to her. She smiled a little bit at Nanu’s presence and choked out, “I was p-protecting Mim- Mimi.”

Nanu’s gaze softened and he grabbed the young girl’s hand. “You did a good job, kid.” He lied.

She smiled again. “Thanks, Uncle Nanu…” Her eyes began drifting shut and she let out a final sigh. The kahuna turned to face his former partner’s body, eyes sparkling in tears threatening to fall. “You did too, 100kr.”

It was the first time Hau had seen Nanu cry.

As Nanu grieved, Hau sat next to him while Gladion and Silvally protected them. The pair were beating up a buzzwole when another beast approached behind Hau and Nanu. Gladion turned around to see the beast and was about to yell ‘UB!’ when another voice screamed “Golisopod, now!” Gladion watched in amazement as Guzma flew through the air and tackled the beast. A Crabominable helped finish the job, and the Melemele Island Kahuna congratulated it.

“Tutu!” Hau called out to Hala. He waved to his grandfather. Gladion and Silvally went to help when another beast- a Nihilego- came along. As the two successfully took down the UB, a blur sped past them, and Gladion fell to the ground. A red puddle started gathering around him, and as Hau made it over to Gladion, the blur sped past again. This time Hau heard an exclaimation of pain from Hala. “Tutu?!”

Hau tried to catch Hala as he fell, but couldn’t hold him up for long. Hau gently laid him on the ground. “Hala.” Hau cried, a deep, hollow pain in his chest. His two closest people in the world were both next to him, bleeding out, with nothing he could do. Through his tears, he told Gladion and Hala,

“I’ll see you two when I wake up. Mark my words, this won’t be the end!”

He sat on the ground and refused to move or let anyone move Gladion and Hala for two days. He slept on ground stained with their blood. He found a sharp rock nearby and attempted to end it there. Sun talked him out of it and managed to get Hau to go to his home.

Looker and Anabel were locked in a fierce game of scrabble. The chief glared at her subordinate as she put two tiles under an ‘f’ tile the detective had placed. It joined with the word ‘you’ that had been placed on her last turn. Looker read it over about three times. “Fuck you?” He grinned stupidly. “Gladly.”

It had only been a day after the Hoenn war ended. Wallace sat, staring at his now useless feet. The door creaked open as the young Lavaridge gym leader came to check in on him. “How’re ya doin?” Flannery asked gently.

“Fine.” Wallace lied.

The redhead grabbed a chair nearby and sat next to Wallace. “Life’s gonna go on. You can stay in the past, or face the future ahead of you.” Flannery grabbed his hand. “You’ve just gotta remember the people who got you through life, and thank them every now and then.”

Wallace was brought to tears at the thought of his beloved. “I cant breathe.” He whispered, tightening his grip on the arms of the wheelchair. “Every time I think of him being gone…I can’t breathe. I can’t sleep…” His mind involuntarily went back to the last day of the war.

 He and Steven had been cut off from the rest of the soldiers. Enemies surrounded them, and they were outnumbered, 2 to 15. Steven had shown no fear, instead throwing himself and his pokemon into the battle. Wallace simply watched in awe. If only he were that brave. Metagross snapped the neck of an Altaria with one strike, while Aggron sent a Seviper flying into a tree. Steven himself was wrestling with a Sceptile- and winning. As Wallace stared, his ally noticed him just staring. “Wallace!” He yelled. “Don’t stand there, fi-” He was cut off with a grunt as the Sceptile took advantage and sliced its opponent’s face with a Leaf Blade. The silver-haired man stepped back for a moment and gingerly touched the wound, which stretched from beside his left eye down to his chin. He suddenly swung his hand, blood trailing through the air, and sucker punched the Sceptile. The grass type recovered from the attack and looked at Steven with fear. Both stared at each other until Sceptile’s fear was replaced with a sickening smile. Wallace turned his gaze to something behind Steven. It was Aggron. Why isn’t Aggron attacking that Sceptile? A swaying figure caught his attention and the question had been answered. A hostile Grumpig had hypnotized it.

It was supposed to be an average day for Nanu.

Nothing was supposed to happen. Everything was supposed to be calm today.

But noo.

Nanu had tried to take advantage of this by visiting Acerola. As much as he hated to admit it, he really did care for the kid, even if she was a fucking pain to deal with sometimes. And because Nanu had given Kukui the bird about the invitation to live the rest of his fucking days on Mount Lanakila working an even more obnoxious job than he already had, the kid was now the Ghost-type specialist, working in the Elite Four.

Of course, this meant a trip up to the tallest point in the fucking world, but honestly? The kid deserved at least a pat on the back for becoming one of the four most powerful trainers in Alola.

So that’s why Nanu felt more disappointed than shocked when suddenly, out of the fucking blue, a person fell out of the sky and landed, face first, directly in front of him.

He blinked at the person for a moment. Whoever it was wore a black and white kimono and had jet-black hair, with a tuft of white sticking out the back. They didn’t seem conscious, which could always mean that they were dead.

Nanu didn’t want to touch corpses, at least, not with his hands. He tilted his head and carefully nudged the side of the person’s face into view with his sandal.

The person had strips of white hair falling before their ears and a well-shaved face. A lock of the same black hair fell over their face, and their eyes were closed. That might’ve been a good thing, because if they were a corpse their eyes might be open.

Nanu was slightly discomforted by the fact that he found this person even slightly attractive and quickly shoved the thoughts into the back of his mind, into a little box, where he would hopefully never have to think that thought again.

Wait.

He’d been in this kind of situation before. Twice, actually. Twice and he couldn’t even remember a single fucking one. The first was with one of his best friends, Looker, and the second was with another good friend, Anabel. Both of which had fallen out of the sky while Nanu was trying to do something important.

Both of which had texted him earlier that day that they had felt something strange. Some kind of urge to go to Mount Lanakila.

“Fuck,” Nanu whispered, kneeling down and not-so-gently rolling the guy over. “So you’re the Faller.”

He tried shaking the other person awake, to no avail. He tried to wake them up by saying, “Hey. Wake up.” And so he began slapping the other person’s face.

Eventually he stirred. “Jesus fuck, just let me die,” the guy muttered.

“Wake up,” Nanu said apathetically as he slapped the guy as hard as he could.

“Woah,” the guy said, opening his (overly blue, which Nanu also shoved into a box in the back of his mind) eyes. “I haven’t been spanked like that in a while.”

“What the hell?” Nanu almost felt a shred of amusement at the comment, which was what caused a tiny smile to tug at his face but almost instantly disappear.

Now that he could actually observe the person, who was probably male, based on his appearance and voice, he realized that the guy had a sloppy half-smile growing on his face. Darkness was spread underneath the guy’s eyes, heavily contrasting the icy blue of his irises.

Why are you staring at his face, hmm, Nanu? He could practically hear Acerola’s voice taunting him, which he hated.

“Well. The name’s Grimsley.”

GRIMSLEY. OF COURSE HE HAD TO HAVE A COOL NAME LIKE THAT WHILE NANU WAS NAMED AFTER A FUCKING FLOWER. LOVELY. ABSOLUTELY FUCKING LOVELY.

With a long and heavy sigh, he said, “Nanu. Get up, your kimono is covered in dirt.”

As Nanu offered a hand to haul Grimsley up, he realized that Grimsley, unlike many, many other people, had bigger hands than his. Perhaps it was because of the long fingers, or the fact that he had small wrists to compare to, or maybe it was because of the fact that this person is literally three inches taller than Nanu what the fuck oh my Tapus.

Grimsley wrinkled his nose. “Nanu?” he asked, voice dripping with apathy and an overall I-want-to-die kind of tone, which Nanu typically heard only out of himself. “What, like the flower?”

awww I’ll tell Hype you like their work ^^ 

as for me, i’ll write any ship, but ill have to go ask Hype what their boundaries are.

Colress sat in his small dorm, trying to figure out the mystery on the red thread, tied to his finger, connecting him to his soulmate. Who was this soulmate? What did they look like? What are their interests? Have they cut the thread? The darker thoughts murmured. Colress decided to continue on another day and hope he encountered his soulmate. He continued his day in the university, looking closely at every other student’s hands to see if his thread connected to their own. In the crowds he spotted some holding hands, the threads entwined around their hands, symbolizing This is my soulmate.

Those guys are such a cute couple. He thought to himself, looking at a couple made up of three. I wonder if I’ll have soulmates, like the- His thoughts were cut off as he fell down, papers covering the floor around him when he hit the ground. He sat on his knees, collecting his papers, then looked over his shoulder to see a kid with the ugliest green hair he’d ever seen. The kid laughed at Colress with his friends, six other acne-ridden 19 year-olds.

“Have a nice trip?” The green-haired kid laughed. Colress instincively looked to his hand to see if they shared a thread, but the kid didn’t even have a string. “Oh, you thought we might’ve been soulmates? Lame gaytard. I cut mine off years ago.”

Colress stared at him in shock. “With no regard to your soulmate? They could’ve been devastated!”

He brushed it off. “Sucks for them, doesn’t it?” He shrugged. “Besides, what’s it matter to you anyways? You really looking forward to-” The kid glanced at Colress’ thread. “Y’know what?”

“Let’s pour hot water down his back!” One of the other kids shouted.

The first kid glared at him. “No, Rood.” A malicious smile grew onto his face. “Zinzolin, give me your pocket knife.”

Colress was gripped with panic. As he tried to pull away, the first kid grabbed his wrist and yanked Colress towards him. “N-no! What’re you doing?!”

As the first kid brought the knife to the thread, a student came barreling through the group and full-on tackled the green haired kid. Colress looked on in awe and thanks as the student beat up the other kid. He heard his defender say things like ‘You goddamned cunt!’ and ‘You’re a fucking douchebag!’ As he threw his punches. By the time he was done the green-haired kid was begging for mercy. Colress clapped when the fight was over, and he gradually noticed the red thread flying freely as he clapped. He saw another red thread lying on the ground that stirred as his defender stood up. Colress said a quick thanks. As his defender seemed to look older than him, he decided to go with ‘sir.’ “Erm, sir, your thread’s broken, i-if you haven’t noticed.”

As Colress’s defender, (who had told him his name was Faba) heard this, his eyes momentarily went wide as he examined his hand and the red thread attached to it. “Crap!” He cursed about the green haired kid. As he vented foul-mouthed, he started to notice the second thread dangling in the air, hanging from Colress’s hand. His words faded into mumbles then silence and an even more distraught expression ensued. “You-” He stammered. “I- We- The-” He gave up fumbling with words and simply hugged Colress unexpectedly.