#swsh x reader

-you did not confess to this man out of your own will. It was actually one of the team skull members who teased you about it and threatened to tell Guzma themselves. so after hours of contemplating and procrastinating you decided that you would go up to him yourself and proudly spit out your confession. (however, it did not actually go like that. you were whimpering and trembling the whole way)

-he actually admires your confidence for going up to him and just confessing to him like that (little does he know), knowing how that stuff isnt easy for you. and hes actually suprised you confesses to him out of all people. how could such a gentle person like you love someone like him?

-of course he loves you too, he always has. but the idea of someone returning his love seems so surrel to him. you've always made him feel some type of way, around you he feels like he can let go of his "big scary tough guy" demeanour, thats when he knew he wanted to spend his life with you.

-he notices how much youre shaking after minutes of silence from him, he then confesses. you're relived, you can finally let out that shaky breath youve been holding in. he walks to you and pulls you in to his side, which is somewhere you'd never leave

-he would tease the hell out of you. i mean even before you confessed he would tease you, but this was the cherry on top. he would just keep on going and going until you turn red in the face and pass out. (jk he wouldnt go that far, maybe just some "light" teasing)

(aaaaaaa sorry this is more of a short story than a headcanon)

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-you two confessed to each other on the same day!

-while he listened to your confession he just couldn’t help but to admire you and your confidence. he admired the fact that you liked him out of all people, he didn’t see himself as anything extravagant but him hearing the way you praise him in your confession made him really feel like the best person in the world

-while you confession was nearing its end he gently grabbed your hand and traced circles on your skin with his thumb. and when you finished he aligned your hand with his and slowly intertwined his hand with yours. which obviously caused you to become more flustered than you already were.

-to accept your confession he pulled out a cute bat clip, one of the many gifts and trinkets he got for you this very special day. he gave yu many things that fit your interest and manythings of his own.

-for his confession he led you back to the Spikemuth gym so he could preform a song he wrote just for you! while he preformed he held your hand and looked lovingly in your eyes.

-after that he just preformed what ever song you like. and would mix in a song he had from a playlist he made just for you

-he would totally play any love song by The Cure. Lovesong, Friday Im in Love, Lovecats, etc

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-you decided to ask to confess to him two days before the festival being held in Jubilife village. (you had a week, but of course you were too nervous) he happened to be in the area, you decided not to waste anymore time.

-while confessing he noticed how shakey your voice was and how you stumbled over your words. he put a hand on your shoulder, "hey hey, its alright. take your time okay?" he smiled. (he made it worse)

-he was so bold and quick in accepting your offer to accompany him to the festival and in returning your confession. it almost scared you knowing that someone can be like this, but thats what you liked about him the most

-he loves the fact that you took the time out of your day to confess to him. how could you apologize for wasting his time? when youre around no time of his is wasted, hell be sure to let you know that.

-he gave you a blue hair pin/shirt pin that would match the outfit that he would be wearing to the festival.

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i hope you enjoyed! (i was in a bit of a rush to get this out im sorry!)

Exhibition matches were both your favorite and least favorite thing about running the gym in Ballonlea. Tons of challengers faced you, but not many advanced further. Both you and Raihan were put there to filter out the challengers. In truth, only the most committed trainers made it to face the champion.

Your gym was designed to be challenging, from the trial to the actual battle, trainers were kept on their toes. Everything was set up to make those who entered question themselves. It was not for the faint of heart, which was why you disliked your matches so. There had been many times where you had defeated a child, only for them to wallow in their misery. The older ones could handle defeat, thankfully, which made things a little easier for you.

When you got up in the morning, you found that Leon had already left. He was considerate enough to make the bed and tidy up the room some, so that was a plus. You were thankful, really. With Leon out of your house, you had nothing to worry about. Now you’d be able to fully dedicate yourself to the gym today. Allister would be there to watch, as well as the rest of the town.

Due to where you were stationed, your matches were rarely sold out. Many people disliked the idea of having to go through the Glimwood Tangle just to get to Ballonlea, so they opted to stream instead. Your matches were the most streamed out of the gym leaders. Raihan was a very close second, but because he was in Hammerlocke, his live audience was much bigger than his virtual. Same for Leon.

“I’ve reserved you and Mimikyu a seat for the matches today,” you spoke as you brushed through your hair. It wasn’t styling the way you wanted, and it was starting to piss you off. “If there are any complications, don’t be afraid to go and speak to one of the staff members.” You knew no one would give him problems. In fact, the people of Ballonlea loved him. You just knew how anxious he could get.

Once you finished up with your hair, you went on to do your makeup. You finished that up in no time and moved to finish layering your outfit properly. You looked yourself over in the mirror before heading out and grabbing something to eat. Allister had already headed out, no doubt playing with Mimikyu by the backyard.

You felt your Rotom phone ring, causing you to startle. “Hello?” You double checked to see who was calling you.

“Hullo. It’s Piers. I saw that you donated a bunch to Spikemuth’s charity fund,” he paused, his tone awkward. “I just wanted t’ say thanks. If you ever need anything, Spikemuth is in your corner.”

Before you could even respond, he had hung up. It was true that you had made quite the hefty contribution to the fund, mainly because you felt for them. You were rather fond of the city, so naturally you felt inclined to donate. You did that with Turffield and Postwick too. Small towns like them deserved the proper funding, and you were more than willing to help.

Your phone began to ring again, and you thought it was Piers calling you back. Gordie’s contact photo stared at you as you held your phone in your hands. Gordie didn’t call unless it was something important.

“Hey, I’m sorry to call you before your matches, but I thought you should hear this. Sonia and a few of the meteorologists in Wyndon recorded data on yesterday’s storm. They were able to deduce that the Pokémon are acting oddly because of the unique weather pattern. According to them, storms that intense haven’t touched the region in about three thousand years,” he gave you a second to process everything. “Something bad is coming, and I think that kiddo was seeing the ultimate future of the region.”

“I see… I’ll send it what I recorded yesterday. Other than that, I don’t think I can aid them any further,” you paused, looking at the entrance to the gym. “Thanks Gordie, I owe you one.” You heard him chuckle before hanging up. The news he gave you was… something, no doubt. You pushed yourself past your fans, aiming for the locker room. Your Pokémon were more than ready to battle, but you weren’t. Three thousand years? How did they even come to those conclusions? And what was happening three thousand years ago that so greatly affected the region.

A sigh passed through your lips as you heard your Gengar break free from its Pokéball. It was antsy, so you decided to take it onto the field with you. According to your schedule, you had a lot of challengers lined up for today. The chances of them beating you were slim, but you’d encourage them nonetheless. That was your job after all. Challengers of all ages were welcomed by your gym, and you supported them attempting your challenge multiple times. Most didn’t, but the determined ones would, and those ones would usually make it past you and move on to Raihan.

You patiently sat inside the locker room, watching the camera footage of the gym to see your first challenger enter the trial. Poor thing couldn’t have been no older than twelve, and looked scared out of her mind by the thought of the ghost type gym. She was going to be in for a scare, unfortunately, since your trial was an ever changing maze. It was a labyrinth, designed to be complicated and confusing. The challengers always had the option to call for help if they got lost, but you could see the determination in this one’s eyes. She was scared, but she was smart. Any puzzle that was thrown at her, she knocked out of the park. The trainers you assigned for today’s matches stood no chance against her.

She knew her stuff, seeing as her team was filled with dark type Pokémon.

Before you knew it, she had made it to the field. She was confident, you could see it in her eyes. You met her gracefully on the field, introducing yourself with a small smile. The two of you went to your respective sides of the field and called out your first Pokémon. Hers was a petite Umbreon, while yours was a massive Trevenant. You watched her confidence waver as you made your first move.

Allister watched you battle from the seat that you had reserved for him. He had always enjoyed watching you battle. It seemed like every time he saw you fight, he learned something new. He’d then apply it to his own battle style and go from there. This time, however, he just wanted to watch you. He admired you more than anything, and refused to listen to anyone but you. You were his whole world.

The commentator announced your victory to the stadium and the crowd roared. The little girl hung her head in defeat, holding back tears on the field. It broke your heart. Carefully, you walked towards her, placing your hand on her shoulder and looking into her eyes.

“Come back and challenge me tomorrow. This is only a temporary setback, I promise,” you whispered sincerely, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze. She nodded and left, leaving you to stand on the field alone. You gave your spectators a wave before heading back to the locker room.

Gengar broke free of its confines once again, floating around the room mischievously. The sight made you smile a little. What a troublesome thing it was.

The door to the locker room was thrown open, causing you to startle. You rose to your feet to meet the staff member that was standing in the doorway. He was incredibly out of breath, and could hardly get a word out. You caught on to his message and quickly canceled your next match, running out of the gym at full speed with your Gengar following after you. According to him, there was trouble on the main path of the Glimwood Tangle. You could feel a disturbance in the air as soon as you left the gym.

The sky was a weird purple color, and it only got darker the further you went into the forest. It didn’t take you long to figure out what was going on, as you were now faced with the sight of a Dynamaxed Aromatisse. No one appeared to be in area, which meant that you were going to be doing this alone. The fairy type Pokémon roared loudly, sending powerful vibrations through the air. Your Gengar looked at you in anticipation, and you recalled it. You Dynamaxed your Gengar, quickly taking out the Aromatisse. You captured it and fell to the ground, holding the ball in your hands.

“What the fuck…” you whispered. Your body was shaking. The sight of the Pokéball in your hands only meant one thing, and you feared that thought. You shook your head and rose to your feet, storing the ball away in your pocket. As if reading your mind, Gengar handed you your Rotom phone with a grin. With shaky hands, you called the first person you could think of— Leon. Why Leon? Fuck why not. He was the only one you could think of that could help you. Not even that, you just needed to tell someone.

“Y/n? Is everything alright?” His voice came through the receiver.

“Allister’s premonition… it’s coming true sooner than I thought…” Silence followed your statement. You had sent your head staff member a message to let Allister fill in for the rest of your matches. He didn’t think he was, but you knew that he was more than ready to take over. “Leon?” You questioned, double checking to make sure that the call had gone through. Thunder rolled in the distance. Another storm was on its way.

“I need you to…” he stopped himself, “I need you to meet me at Wyndon Station. I’ll book you a room at the Rose of the Rondelands. Please get here as soon as you can.” He didn’t elaborate further, but you could hear the urgency in his voice. Panic spread through you as you stared at the blank screen of your phone. How long were you going to be away? Was Allister going to be okay on his own? You quickly sent a text to one of the leaders within the community, asking them to keep an eye on the child, before running out of the Glimwood Tangle and summoning your Runerigus.

This Pokémon knew teleport, by some unique chance. You had gotten it studied when you found that in its move set, but no one had been able to explain it to you. You weren’t too fond of using the move. It was known to be dangerous for humans to teleport with a Pokémon, but you were making an allowance today.

Runerigus used the move, and you appeared outside of the Wyndon Station. People were everywhere, and when they noticed you, they crowed you, begging for autographs and league cards. It overwhelmed you greatly, so much so that you were beginning to feel dizzy. Thankfully, Leon appeared, forcing the crowd to dissipate. He extended his hand to you and led you to the hotel. No words were exchanged between the two of you as you walked. This only caused the tension between you to grow.

Once he had you inside the suite he had booked for you, he collapsed onto the couch, exhaustion in his golden eyes. He gestured for you to join him, but you were frozen in place.

“I fought a wild Dynamaxed Aromatisse, Leon,” you took the ball it was in out of your pocket, holding it up for him to see. “I fought it in the Glimwood Tangle. On the main path.” The ball was set aggressively onto the nearest surface. You stormed towards him, stopping just before you got to the couch. “I know I said I wasn’t going to make you speak up, but I think now would be a damn good time to.” Rain had begun to fall outside. The wind howled and whipped against the window as you spoke. “Damn it all! How many have you seen? How many have you caught and turned in to the Chairman? Hm?”

Leon let out an exasperated sigh, hanging his head at your words. “About ten now…” he frowned.

“Are you serious?” You could feel yourself getting weak in the knees. “What does the Chairman have to say about all of this?”

“He… he keeps telling me that it’s under control…” he sighed again, finally meeting your gaze. “It’s not safe for you to get involved.”

“It’s too late now. If it’s happening in my town, then I’m involved simply by association. And don’t think that I won’t help Stow-on-Side.” You got closer to him with each word you spoke. “You’re not giving me the full story here, and it’s pissing me off.”

“I could you but it wouldn’t make sense…” Leon shook his head and held it. “You wouldn’t be safe it you knew.” The tone of his voice was very telling, as was his body language. If it weren’t for your current state, you would have felt bad for him. “The Chairman… he’d only involve you, and I don’t want that…”

You watched him closely, your confusion turning into anger. “Fine. I’ll do my own research then. But you’re not going anywhere. You may be Rose’s loyal lapdog, but you’re now my acquaintance. You’re guilty by association, and that makes you just as stuck with me as I am you.” You scoffed, finally sitting down beside him on the couch. He flinched slightly before looking at you. “How long am I staying here?”

“I don’t know…” he trailed off, “I’m not trying to keep you from going anywhere, really… it’s just… I’d feel so much better if I knew you were safe. Out of all of my friends, you’re the one I’m worried about the most. You can still keep up with your gym, of course, but you’d be staying here in Wyndon.” His words made you frown. “Ballonlea will be protected, I promise. I just need you to work with me behind the scenes… if we can tackle this together then maybe…” His golden eyes searched your own, pleading with you to just listen to him. “I…”

“Allister will be protected?” He nodded. “Alright,” you crossed your arms and leaned back, “I’m all yours. But as soon as I catch word of bad things happening in Ballonlea, I’m ditching this project and protecting my village.”

“Thank you, y/n,” he offered you a small smile, but you didn’t return it. You felt nauseated. It was all so sudden, and you were having a hard time wrapping your head around what was going on. He couldn’t tell you, but he wanted to look out for you. It bothered you greatly.

“So what now? Are we working together?” You tilted your head as you spoke, searching his face for answers. He continued to smile, not answering you. “I just don’t get it. With everything Gordie told me earlier, and with the sight of the Dynamaxed Pokémon in the wild, what are we supposed to do?” You could feel your eyes watering at the thought. “How in the bloody hell are we supposed to change the weather?”

A gentle hand rested upon your knee and you frowned. “Let me tell you a story,” he began slowly, his smile unwavering. His voice was as soft and as sweet as his gaze, allowing you to ease up as you sat next to him. His thumb circled around your kneecap, and his eyes searched yours for a brief moment before he spoke. “Its going to be a little complicated, but I’ll do my best to retell it…”

“Three thousand years ago, a mysterious Pokémon descended unto the region. It fed off of Galar’s energy to survive, which caused a red light to shine up to the heavens like a beacon. This led to what we now call the Darkest Day. This mysterious phenomenon took the form of a black storm and caused the wild Pokémon of the region to Dynamax. They went mad in the process, and nearly destroyed the region. Things only ended when the Pokémon was defeated by the Galarian kings of legend.

”This Pokémon is known as Eternatus. The Chairman… the Chairman is striving to cause a second Darkest Day to avoid a shortage of Dynamax energy. That’s all I can tell you, because that’s all I know. He’s well aware of the crisis happening right now, and he truly believes that doing this will solve our problems— but—“ he cut himself off, frowning. “I fear that if he awakens Eternatus, things will only get worse.”

“Eternatus…” you mumbled to yourself, looking down at the floor in thought. “How come I’m only hearing about this now?”

“Well the tale of the two kings is told throughout the region, it’s just the rest that’s been locked away, like Eternatus.” He took his hand off of your knee and turned to look out the window. “You know, I gave Hop and a close friend of his endorsements to compete in the gym challenge early this morning…” the statement came out of nowhere, tearing you from your confused stupor. “If things go south in the region, at least I know he got to follow his one true dream,” he smiled sadly, his eyes fixated on the rain.

“Oh Leon…” you frowned and sighed.

“He’s already set out, and should be getting to Turffield soon,” he turned to look at you, determination shining in his eyes. It reminded you of yourself when you were younger. “Let’s save the region, for his and Allister’s sake!”

Ah, so he hasn’t changed since he himself had been competing in the gym challenge. His determination was admirable, however, you felt a twinge of sadness at the thought. So determined, yet so hopeless. How has he made it this far?

“You know, I have some acquaintances that would be more than happy to aid us,” you suggested, thinking of Piers and the town of Spikemuth. “Does Raihan have any idea about any of this?”

“He doesn’t, despite Eternatus being kept underneath his gym in Hammerlocke. I wanted to tell him, but I’ve been sworn to secrecy by the Chairman. The only reason I told you anything is because you were just so close to figuring it all out,” he sighed and ran a heavy hand through his thick purple hair. It was then that you noticed that he didn’t have his signature hat. Maybe he had left it at your house.

“This whole situation is just so complicated to me…” you sighed softly, shaking your head. Your Rotom phone began to ring suddenly, startling both you and Leon. You expected to see Allister’s name appear, but the sight caused your heart to sink in fear.

Chairman Rose had taken it upon himself to call you.

“Hello?” You answered the call, standing up and walking off to the side of the room. The phone was pressed to your ear, the sound of his breath echoing into your head. It made you cringe, but you didn’t dare hang up.

“Y/n!” He sounded glad that you decided to pick up. “I’m so happy you answered! Are you in the Wyndon area? I was hoping the two of us could talk about what happened at the meeting yesterday! You’re not busy, are you?” The joy in his tone was fake, grating on your ears like nails on a chalkboard.

“Of course. I’m in the middle of having lunch with a colleague, but I’ll be over in no time,” you hung up and gave Leon a look of frustrated confusion. “He said he wanted to talk about what happened yesterday,” as you spoke, you began collecting some of your things. The Aromatisse that you caught earlier was sitting where you had left it, and you snatched it up without another word. You shoved it into your bag and looked back at the champion. “You can stay here if you’d like. I’m sure you’ll want to hear about how it went.”

“Yeah…” he stood up and walked over to you, awkwardly looking into your eyes. “Just be safe, please.”

“No problem.”

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Rose Tower was a sight that you weren’t too fond of. You had always found the building to be slightly atrocious, especially when it towered over the rest of Wyndon. It had exactly one thousand floors, each dedicated to some form of nonsensical research, no doubt. You thought of it as a display of wealth and power. Clearly he was loaded, so why wouldn’t it be?

His head assistant, who you now know to be Oleana, met you at the entrance, staring at you solemnly. The rain had yet to cease, and it seemed to create a barrier between the two of you. You subconsciously clutched the handle of your umbrella as you neared her. Without saying a word, she opened up the door and led you inside. There was a spot for your umbrella, so you set it to the side before following after her.

You had been inside the tower many times, but you had never been past the first floor. Today, Oleana had taken you to the large elevator, trapping you inside with her. She looked to be in her thirties, and looked very full of herself. Every now and then you’d catch her glancing at you. She was plotting something.

“I don’t understand why the Chairman would summon you of all people,” the blonde finally spoke up, looking at you with unmasked disgust. She seemed jealous, almost, and you found that to be rather amusing. You said nothing as the elevator continued its trip up to the top of the tower. The higher up you went, the more you began to feel dizzy.

A few more minutes of tense silence passed before the elevator came to a stop and Oleana led the way for you once more. The top of the tower was wide and open, with nothing but two chairs and a small table set up by the edge. The woman leading you huffed and turned around, leaving you in the large room with the Chairman, who was looking down at the city of Wyndon.

He turned around, gesturing with a smile for you to join him. The closer you got, the more you realized that he wasn’t all too intimidating. You had known the Chairman for quite some time now, so you blamed your fear on your adrenaline and moved on. He seemed to be gentle and tired, but you could tell something was off.

“When I became the chairman of the Galar region, I vowed that every decision I made would be with the greater good in mind.” You now stood beside him, gazing down at the city of Wyndon in slight awe. “I’ve been the chairman for many years now, as I’m sure you know, and I’ve had to make many tough decisions that would affect the future of the region. Dealing with these storms has been one of my toughest decisions yet,” he turned to face you, still smiling. He led you over to the table and pulled out your seat for you. Once he was seated in front of you, he continued to speak. “Your plan for handling this situation was a very good one indeed, however, I cannot simply make such a rash decision based on the dream of a child.”

“Chairman, Allister’s premonitions are an enigma. I’ve never met anyone else who has been able to see the things that he does,” you explained, maintaining eye contact with him. “I refuse to dismiss his premonitions just because the concept is a little strange.” He watched you intently, still smiling. “That boy saw the destruction of the region at the hands of Dynamaxed Pokémon, and I fear that it’s playing out sooner rather than later.”

“You think so?” Rose questioned, his hands folded neatly on the table. The rain fell against the window roof harshly, and the sky was still dark, despite it being midday.

“I know so.” It was then that you pulled out the Aromatisse you caught this morning. “This Pokémon was on a rampage today in the Glimwood Tangle just outside of Ballonlea. I stopped my exhibition matches to handle it. It Dynamaxed on its own in the wild. My people could have been hurt. Travelers trying to see my matches could have been killed.” You set the ball on the table and stared at him, searching for some form of physical reaction. “If my plan were to be executed, then maybe we could get this under control. Until then, the routes between cities are far too dangerous for the public to travel through.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “I believe that Dynamaxing is the future of Galar. To see wild Pokémon doing it is a miracle, is it not?” He chuckled, shaking his head. “I believe…” Rose turned his head to look outside, “I believe that means that Galar’s energy is so abundant that even the Pokémon have taken advantage of it. It’s wonderful. The region is thriving.” His soft smile had turned into a grin. You felt like your argument wasn’t getting through to him.

“Rose! This is dangerous! Innocent lives are at stake here! What will you do when the entire region is wiped out by your so called ’miracle’?” You slammed your hands onto the table, practically pleading with him to listen to you. Slowly, he turned to meet your gaze once more. His expression was off putting in the worst way, making you wish that you had declined his offer.

“Galar will be fine, y/n,” he said gently. His hands were folded neatly in his lap, and he sounded confident in his words. Unfortunately, you couldn’t seem to make any sense of it. “I refuse to let anything bad happen to our home. Though I must say— everything that I’m doing now is for our future generations. Trust in me, as you have many times before.”

A defeated sigh left your lips, and you hung your head. There was no point in arguing with him. “I have to go,” you mumbled, raising from your seat slowly. You refused to meet his green gaze. In your eyes, he was a villain. He meant well, really, but he was being rash.

“Thank you for joining me. I hope you have a safe trip back to Ballonlea,” Rose waved kindly before turning to look out of the large window. The rain was persistent still, relentless in its assault on the region. He sighed and thought about his interaction with you. It pained him to see you so set in your ways when he was doing wonders for the future of Galar. You reminded him of himself when he was a young trainer. He was calm and collected, but also brash and impatient. That side of him was the main reason that he and his brother didn’t get along. Rose frowned at the thought, looking down at his hands.

He missed his brother.

It took you three knocks before Leon opened the door. He looked exhausted, his hair pulled into a— very messy— ponytail. Books were littered around the common area of the suite he booked, with many opened to specific pages. His notes were also placed around the room here and there, making you rather curious as to what he had been up to.

“I was only gone for an hour and a half,” you said as you walked into the room, your eyes briefly scanning across the books you passed. “How were you able to get all of this done in such a short period of time?” You spun around to face him, awe painting your expression.

“Every book I’ve read has no mention of Eternatus, but rather the two kings, and their two Pokémon companions,” he stumbled forward, picking up one of the books and handing it to you. “I studied the history various monuments dedicated to the kings, and found nothing on them until I recalled the museum in Hammerlocke. It hints at the two Pokémon that aided the kings in their battle.” Leon stretched with a groan before handing you a sheet of paper. “The Sword and the Shield Pokémon. They haven’t been spotted since that day all those years ago,” he led you to the coffee table, showing you even more of his notes. “But— Hop and his friend Gloria ran into a Pokémon that matches the description of them in the Slumbering Weald.”

As you reviewed his notes, you couldn’t help but admire his intelligence. His thoughts, albeit messy, were pointed in the right direction. With this kind of thinking, the two of you were bound to come up with a solution in no time. Carefully, you set the papers down, giving him a reassuring nod.

“Why do you think that is? Could it be that they deem your brother and his friend to be special? Or maybe…” you trailed off, looking past him and out the window. “Maybe they can sense what’s coming. They could be trying to reach out to them for help.”

“Hop is in fact very special…” he mumbled, holding his head in his hand as he thought. “If that were the case, don’t you think that they would have reached out sooner?” He paused to collect his thoughts, changing the topic slightly. “Why is it that Eternatus has not once been mentioned… all I could find was the history of the Darkest Day.”

You gasped sharply, sitting upright and looking into Leon’s eyes. “There’s an altar hidden away in the depths of the Glimwood Tangle. Opal showed it to me when she began mentoring me years ago,” you paused, “I haven’t visited it in quite some time, but from what I remember, it’s dedicated to something beyond the Ancient Kings.” Your brows furrowed as you thought, and a frustrated sigh escaped you when you came up with nothing.

“I say we investigate that tomorrow,” Leon pondered before standing up. He rose his hands high over his head and sighed. The fitted shirt he was wearing rose slightly, and you found yourself taking a glance at the little skin it revealed. The champion turned to give you a sheepish smile, nervously scratching his neck. “You wouldn’t mind if I roomed with you tonight, would you?”

“Of course not. As long as you don’t snore, then I don’t mind,” you joined him in standing up, stretching with a soft yawn. The two of you bookmarked the pages of the several books he had found and put them away. Once everything was taken care of, you directed your attention to the weather. It seemed to have calmed some, yet the sky remained dark. Checking your phone, you saw that it was only about five in the afternoon, which meant that you had many hours ahead of you before nightfall came along.

“I was planning on showering and heading to bed a little early. I feel incredibly exhausted,” you admitted with a sigh. “You’re welcome to take one yourself. As for where you’ll sleep… I do believe that there’s a door that connects the bathroom to another bedroom. You can stay there if you’d like.”

“Don’t mind if I do. My body is practically screaming with how sore it is,” he grinned and patted your shoulder before heading off to the room. When you heard him close the door, you walked past into your own bedroom and began getting undressed. Your shower was warm and comforting, easing the slight tension that was beginning to build in your shoulders. Once you changed into the sleepware the hotel provided, you turned off your lamp, closed your curtains, and plopped down onto the bed.

It didn’t take sleep long to find you, thankfully, and you were allowed to properly rest for the first time in days. However, your gratitude was short lived. Your dreams were filled with sights of the Darkest Day and the Sword and Shield Pokémon. You saw the two kings defending themselves against what you assumed was Eternatus, and you saw them lose. Lose? They won in the original story, so why couldn’t they achieve victory once more? Images of Eternatus continued to flash across your mind, only causing you to toss and turn in your sleep. The sight of it was nightmare fuel on its own, but the fact that you were seeing it in your dreams was much more fear inducing. You had never seen it before, so why were you picturing it so clearly now?

Unless… unless it was reaching out to you.

You gasped and quickly sat upright in your bed, drenched in a cold sweat. Why would such a dangerous thing contact you of all beings? Your hands shook as you ran them through your hair. For a moment, you considered waking Leon to discuss your dream, but you chose to keep it to yourself until you were sure that it was real.

You made your way downstairs, where Mimikyu sat, beside Bede's sleeping Ponyta.

"Mimikyu?" You whispered into the dimly lit room.

Its ears perked up at the sound of your voice and it squealed quietly, padding over to meet you. It followed you as you fumbled around for the key and opened the front door. The air was soft and salty - you could faintly hear the sounds of the waves rolling onto the beach.

You sighed and sat down on the doorstep, lifting Mimikyu onto your lap. It was peaceful living in Hulbury - you liked being so close to the sea.

"Y/N?" Called a hushed voice behind you.

You turned to see a dishevelled-looking Bede standing in the house behind you - still wrapped in your white duvet.

"Sorry!" You replied, sheepishly, shifting over to allow him room to sit beside you. "I tried not to wake you."

He wrapped the duvet around your shoulders, and nestled his chin atop your head.

"It's fine," He mumbled sleepily, gently scratching Mimikyu's ears. “I’m already gorgeous, I don’t need any more beauty sleep. D’you wanna talk?”

“I’m okay,” you responded. “I’d rather just sit; but you should go back to bed - you’re tired.”

“I’ll stay,” He insisted quietly, pulling you closer. “Just to keep you and Mimikyu company.”

“Thanks,” You whispered, he responded by pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Piers? You awake?” You whispered into the darkness. Aside from the rain against your window, the room stayed silent; your boyfriend not stirring. You were glad not to wake him - and to not have to explain yourself for getting up at such an ungodly hour. Piers had always been understanding about your insomnia, but you never wanted to disturb him while he slept.

Carefully, you untangled yourself from his arms and slipped out from under the covers. You felt about on your bedside table for your phone - and then, guided by the light from the dimly-lit screen you tip-toed out into the kitchen.

Mimikyu was awake, and it sat up as you walked into the room - it wasn’t surprised to see you awake, instead just looking pleased to have some company. It chirped excitedly, picking up one of its toy balls and scurrying over to you. You smiled to yourself and knelt down on the floor - taking the ball and tossing it across the room for Mimikyu to chase.

Maybe about an hour had passed, whilst you sat playing with your pokémon - and listening to the rain against the window. Eventually, you decided you would try and sleep again - so you dragged yourself up off the floor and carried mimikyu back to yours and Piers’ bedroom.

The room was still dark, and your boyfriend had only shifted a little in his sleep - so you climbed back into bed with ease, tucking mimikyu in beside you as it squeaked with content.

Suddenly you felt Piers’ arms wrap around your waist and you were pulled into his chest.

“Hey.” He said hoarsely. “Can’t sleep?”

“Yeah - sorry.” You replied and you felt his chest rumble with a quiet laugh.

“Don’t apologise - what’re you even apologising for?”

“I don’t know,” You admitted. “Waking you I guess?”

“Don’t worry, love.” He whispered into the darkness.

For a moment, you lay together, contently - enjoying the company of one another. Then Piers spoke, “I’ve been writing a new song - it’s not finished or anything, but-”

“I’d love to hear it.” You grinned - cutting off his sudden rambling outburst - and he laughed, relieved.