Fly, Bi, and Ready to Die

“People have dreams, right? What do you dream of?”

“…Making my parents proud of me.”

independent sun/moon oc  ❥  written by pineco   ❥  pokemon verse only

Commission ½ for pigeoness​!! She wanted me to do pixels of our favorite team of pizza shits + mitch <:3c

i’m so mad tho they’re so small you can’t see tony’s sandwich nose

i worked very hard on that sandwich >:’^(

Last updated: 18 August 2015

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Drake’s eyes blearily opened as his ‘nav went off, finally charged and fixed from the day’s previous… event. He was going to call it an event and leave it at that.

Benji’s arm was still wrapped around his torso, and when Drake attempted to move to reach for his phone the other man’s grip immediately tightened around him. Drake huffed, puffing a strand of hair out of his face. “Benji,” Drake mumbled, “I need to get this.”

He got no response, just a gentle tug. Drake snorted, and wriggled just enough out of Benji’s grip to grab his ‘nav.

99 missed calls and 199 text messages. From Vixen.

“Shit!” Drake pressed redial, pushing hair behind his ear and pressing the battered device. There was barely a half second delay before his sister picked up, her voice choked on the other end.

“… Draco?” Vixen’s voice was soft.

Drake smiled, closing his eyes. He got to hear her voice again. “Hey, little kit.”

There was a noise on the other end– somewhere between a mournful wail and a cry of pure joy– before it turned into screaming. “DRAKE MOTHERFUCKING ZEVARI WHERE THE LIVING GIRATINA’S BALLSACK HAVE YOU BEEN?! YOU SENT ME THAT FUCKING WEIRD ASS MESSAGE AND THEN TOTAL FUCKING SILENCE FROM YOU FOR TWENTY FOUR FUCKING HOURS. WHATEVER THE FUCK HAPPENED I AM GOING TO MURDER YOUR FACE AND STUFF YOU IN A GODDAMN BLENDER AND I’M GOING TO FLY TO WHEREVER YOU FUCKING ARE AND BEAT YOUR STUPID HEAD IN AND IF THAT DOESN’T KNOCK SOME SENSE INTO YOUR BRAINLESS SKULLCASE THAN NOTHING FUCKING WILL YOU GODDAMN LOUSY SON OF A BITCH DICKBAG COCKSUCKING–”

“Easy, easy sister!” Drake said. “Easy! It’s….” He paused. “It’s a long story, alright? And I’m still exhausted from what happened.”

“Oh, you’re exhausted,” Vixen spat. “It must have been soooooo hard to be ignoring your twin fucking sister while you did who knows what and fucked around with Arceus knows who!”

Well, she wasn’t wrong about that. Drake glanced at Benji’s sleeping form beside him. “I’m alive and well, I promise.”

“Bullshit!” Vixen spat. “I’m coming over!”

“NO no no no no no no you aren’t!” Drake choked out the words. “I’m, uh… I’m… busy.”

“WITH WHAT?!” Vixen snarled.

“With, uh….. Things.” Drake winced at his lie. He used to be so much better at lying to Vixen.

Vixen’s silence rang, and then… “Who?”

“Uh.”

“Oh Arceus fucking tits you’re calling me from bed aren’t you?”

“Sister, please don’t–”

“You’re disgusting.” Click.

IM JUMPIN ON THE BAND WAGON

HHHHHHHHHHOLY SHIT WHAT’S THIS?!

A NEW MELODY REF?????? I THINK IT IS

i told you i was gonna redo it brandon >:)c

GOD IT’S SO PERF.

Drake finished up the order and hung up, walking over to Benji and Sabine and getting the hint that he was the outsider party in a very strong friendship. Even so, he clasped a hand on Sabine’s shoulder and smiled at her. “I’ll… pay for the damages I just did,” he said, and looked between the two of them, furrowing his eyebrows. “How are you two anyways?” Drake’s gaggle of ghosts still swarmed around, funneling smoke out as best they could.

“I think we’ll survive,” Benji said, casting Sabine a glance and a shrug. “We’re kind of hard to put down if you haven’t noticed already…still ranks among my top ten most intimidating encounters but nowhere near the top of the list fortunately. If it was I think you would know by now.”

Benji cracked open the fridge and passed Drake one as he slid over to a chair and flopped in it, popping open a few buttons on his shirt with a long sigh.

“Going to have to see how things play out going forward,” Benji said, pressing the bottle against his forehead as he looked out the window. “This is just half time as far as I’m concerned…step two is finding someone who can help our friend remove her unfortunate fashion accessory without damaging her or Senan.”

“But now I need to beat this headache off with both hands,” Benji said, pausing as he reconsidered his word choice. “You know what I mean…”

When Sabine woke up in the comforts of her new but familiar bed, lingering emotions and images from what seemed like a distant memory surfaced in her mind. She had felt this before. After New Mauville, the Ranch assault, Fallarbor, Fortree… Like she couldn’t truly believe she was a part of the events she was remembering. As if she were confusing herself for the main protagonist of a movie she had seen the day before.

Sabine sat up and winced when her arm didn’t feel completely normal. She glanced down and her heart sunk as she saw the metal arm brace. So she hadn’t been dreaming. She really wished she’d had.

Zulie stirred beside her, assumedly insistent on not leaving her side. The Altaria looked up to her dejectedly before nuzzling the brace with her round head.

Sabine exhaled noisily in pain, using her other hand to grasp the cold metal protectively. “Careful,” she laughed compassionately to Zulie, if not a little deliriously.

This was weird. She was back in her apartment like nothing had happened. She could hear muffled voices from the closed door of her bedroom. If the crazy events on the beach had taken place… then who the hell got her back home?

Benji perched on the terrace outside, rousing at the sight of Sabine rising off the bed. A dull, persistent headache still lingered at the edges of his consciousness but it was a working one and Benji had no real desire to remain horizontal any longer than necessary.

He moved from the balcony outside past the kitchen where Drake was busy attempting to cook. Were Benji in any better mood, he would have offered to take over but as it stood he had little desire to do anything other than scowl through his headache at the setting sun.

The fact that he had somehow blacked out and the events of the island were unclear to him were troubling to say the least. Titania and Gladius had filled him in on the events that had transpired after he passed out, detailing their exit strategy (at least the parts they had been paying attention to which consisted of “humans fighting for some stupid reason or another”) but the overall clarification left a little something to be desired.

“How’s that working out?” Benji said, knocking lightly on her bedroom frame and lingering on the threshold for an invitation in. Given how her personal space and general well-being had been so flagrantly violated that day, Benji supposed that a little distance might be a good thing.

Sabine growled to herself, she could hear a damn thing over a ringing in her ears as Noel and Drake continued to argue with each other. They needed to get out of the area. Why wasn’t Drake doing what she asked?! Who gave a shit about Noël anymore, maybe he would go for a quick dip and drown or something.

“Benji,” she gently called to her friend, grasping his arms, gently shaking him to wake up, “We have to–”

Sabine’s vision spiked and blurred as the brace on her arm felt as if it were jabbing hundreds of needles into her skin. She threw herself off Benji reactively and hugged one hand over the brace, bending over and crying out in pain. “Get this fucking thing off me,” she shrieked, closing her eyes from the double vision that was giving her an intense headache.

Noël’s agape attention was suddenly ripped from Drake, mind suddenly fighting with two urgent issues. Despite his claims to be there and protect her, her friend was a fugitive with who knows what crimes other than gambling rings. “Sabine!” he made a move to get to his niece, before changing his mind and turning to his Espeon, “Voltron, use Calm Mind on her.”

Before Sabine could react, she felt a wave of anesthesia embrace her like a comforting hug. No.. Not yet. She had a moment before she would succumb and there were a few last words she wasn’t letting Noël get away without.

Drake’s mouth went dry after the words left his lips.

No. No. The shock of his absolute fuck up snuffed out the flame of Drake’s anger. He had told. He had done the one thing he had sworn he would never do. Now, now he was in danger… and so was Vixen.

But he couldn’t focus on that right now. Instead all he could focus on was Noel moving forward, getting closer to Sabine and Drake couldn’t let him. He couldn’t let someone who harmed his friend get close to her.

Drake stepped in front of Noel, all of his righteous anger gone, a hollow feeling left in its place as Drake’s voice lowered. “I am protecting Sabine with every goddamn breath I have,” Drake hissed. “Even if I’ve already damned myself… So be it. You, stay the fuck away from her.”