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[mechafights-archive]

"I’m not particularly put off by such a mess, particularly since this is what essentially can be considered ‘battle grounds’ of sorts, so of course I don’t expect it to be clean.  Though if you insist on cleaning it up, I suppose I can lend you my assistance in that matter if you should require it of course."

[superhot-moves]

"Really? I'd feel kinda bad asking a challenger to help clean up... Uh... I mean... That will not be necessary, young traveler."

[flamesofinsurrection-blog]

Fire cleared his throat and hoped he was acting less like a dork than he felt he was. “Umm…. I’m gonna go brag to my brother that i have yer autograph, then. It was sooooo nice meeting you. I’m just… I have to go. Bye! Thank you!” With that, Fire quickly started to leave, nearly tripping over himself as he did.

[superhot-moves]

Flannery watched him go, torn between her concern and exasperation. She couldn't remember the last time she'd seen someone run so frantically. In fact for a moment she thought he was going to fall flat on his face.

"What a strange kid..."

[vileplumeperfume-deactivated202]

"Ah, that’s right. That must be where I’ve seen such a face before. I remember you being a fire-type, but I don’t quite remember your name."

[superhot-moves]

"Flannery. You're... Uh... Eruka or something, right?"

[superhot-moves]

"No good... I can't keep up."

[superhot-moves]

OOC: Sometimes, very rarely, I find nice art of Flannery with girls. In a shippy way. Most of the time everyone draws her with Flint, who is not a girl, but I think this is because they're both fire types??? Same elements are a popular trend.

Anyway, where am I going with this?

Basically why the fuck can't I find any art of Flannery and Malva, which fits both these requirements?? Aka girl on girl + fire on fire. This just makes no sense to me. It should be a popular pairing. IDK.

[larvesta]

inthenyxoftime said: DRAW ME A SHOUJO STARRING CANDLESTICKSHIPPING I NEED IT LIKE BURNING

[larvesta]

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send help

[heckyeahhoenn-blog]

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[superhot-moves]

"At... At least today can't get any crazier..."

[flamingillusionist]

The blond smiled as he crossed his arms over his chest, quirking a brow as he saw Flannery walk into the kitchen. He was glad he still remembered how to pick locks, because the things he heard last night were rather erotic so to speak. He wasn’t a pervert or anything, he just wanted to give Flannery a good scare.

 Yes, that was it. That was the main reason as to why Blaise was currently situated on the counter, ogling Flannery from where he sat. He remained completely silent as he watched her go about the kitchen, putting the kettle on the burner. Waiting until she was done speaking, the blond decided to speak up with a broad smirk gracing his lips.

"Nice shirt ya got there, Flannery~" As he spoke, Blaise purposely elongated Flannery’s name to add to this whole thing. Afterwards he slid off the counter and sauntered over to where she stood, completely sure that she was all tensed up by now, before placing a hand on her shoulder before adding— "Oh yes, and, I hope you slept well."

Arceus, this was going to be perfect.

[theshockingvolkner]

He placed the unopened bottle into his backpack, kept the open one for himself and removed a towel to wipe at his sweat. “Sure, whatever you want.” Volkner wasn’t picky when it came to another person’s home. The gym leader was just happy for the offer. It would give him a reason to stay away from Mauville City in any case. Another small part of him was just happy for the company, but that was a more pathetic thought.

So he crushed it.

Hard.

Noticing that Flannery had taken his blue jacket after he had collected the rest of his clothing off the floor, Volkner sighed. He would have to get it later. Happily, he was used to not having the heavy material over his shoulders. Volkner knew the men before him, often felt lost without it. It was the symbol of Sunnyshore’s Gym. He wondered what it meant for him, that he could shed the uniform so easily.

Hmm—

"Nice shirt ya got there, Flannery~"

…

He pulled his boxers and jeans on. Deciding against his top, Volkner tucked it into a belt loop. He wanted the other man to know, what had happened, who he was.

Volkner knew this wasn’t going to be a clean battle, but was it ever? He would just slip on his expressionless face and go from there. For once, it wasn’t on him. This is going to be a pain. Dull eyes, dull expression. Never begin with a lighted spark.

Swaggering down the stairs with a bottle in one hand, smelling like sex and perspiration, Volkner headed to the kitchen with a bored look on his face. He leaned against the wall. His hands were in his pockets, brushing against the warm metal of Raichu’s Pokeball. Blond locks fell against his faces as he calmly watched with shielded eyes.

"And you are?"

[superhot-moves]

Flannery had expected an answer to her question but the reply she received was nonetheless startling. The voice wasn't Volkner's, there shouldn't have been anyone else inside, and the content was blatant mockery. For a fleeting moment she found she didn't want to turn around. Then came the sound of feet hitting the floor. Each step cast off more of her hope. This wasn't an illusion; she had to turn and face him.

The initial shock had taken her breath away and she had stood motionless with milk and eggs in hand. Her knees, still weak after her electric affair, buckled as she hastily straightened up. She shut the fridge door as she turned, sealing away the chill and the glow it offered. Her arms were too full to fold themselves yet her defiance was obvious. A riled, indignant and unashamed fire she would have surely burned him if he didn't reach to physically snuff her temper.

This was something new: in their several meetings after all these years he had yet to bring touch into their confrontations. It was enough to reduce her to a tiny flame, wavering on a wick of uncertainty.

"H-how did you... even.... ... ...Stop it. Let go."

Before she could muster any more than that Volkner entered the room. He filled the doorway, his height easily more impressive than both of theirs. Yet despite the strength of his composure the control he exerted over the situation was minimal. Flannery turned her head, determined to pick up her game so that he needn't be involved.

This was her problem. 

Volkner wasn't her boyfriend.

"He's... We worked together on something for a while. It was a long time ago. Don't worry about it. He's said what he needed to so now he's going to go. Aren't you, Blaise?"

[superhot-moves]

shadowedlegendofpallet challenges the Gym

"I dunno how you got in here, kid, but the Gym's closed today!"

[theshockingvolkner]

How did I manage—?

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[superhot-moves]

It was good to unwind every so often - to be opened up, close, warm and shared with someone. That close, the drum of his heart seemed loud enough to echo in her ears. His hands were strong when they grasped hers, their sweaty palms but a glimpse of the heat between their bodies. Then when they finally broke apart the passion covered her pale body with a lingering sheen. She radiated beside him, fiercely hot, with her head emptied and lulled by a sticky sense of satisfaction.

In the morning he was sweet to her. His lips grazed her brow. Her head remained bowed. If she could have she'd kept pretending. It was nice to have company in the loft.

Volkner had other ideas and slowly but carefully got up from the futon. Her heart ached for the loss of companionship only to be soothed by wordless understanding. There were places for him to be, she thought, and there was someone else waiting for him. It wasn't fair to keep him in the space she wanted her own 'someone else' to fill.

Yet she would, just for another hour at least, and at last sat up. The blankets slid to her waist, leaving the curves of her upper body exposed. Unabashed, Flannery rubbed the sleep from her eyes and then lazily tied her hair back.

"Mmmm... Morning."

"Huh? ...Oh... No, thanks... ... ...Hey, you wanna stay for breakfast?"

She didn't think he would object but just in case she slid herself into her underwear and his jacket. The zip composed itself with a decisive found, stopping just below her bust. Flannery covered her mouth as she yawned. Although obviously drowsy she slid open the door and wandered out.

The kitchen wasn't too far away; most of her rooms were close together. Her grandfather had converted the uppermost floor of the Gym into their home. It echoed the traditional lifestyle of Lavaridge, which was famous for its hot springs. This didn't mean she hadn't filled the kitchen with as many modern appliances as she could. She put the kettle on to boil, turned to the fridge and tiredly browsed its insides.

"I need to go shopping," she murmured to herself, before adding in a louder voice, "Are pancakes okay?"

[gracingthewatersarchive-deactiv]

“I’ll leave you to that.." The emerald champion even invited into her company was a little bit strange for himself. He hadn’t forgotten that the young woman was friends with Winona. For a moment. The greeting that he got in itself was too welcoming for the man himself. He only assumed that Flannery kept to her on the matter and let those matters stick with him and Winona. It would be rather naive to think she wouldn’t bring it up during his stay.

     Some time has passed as she returns back to the table as she crossed her legs. Rather comfertable that she closed down the Gym for just him. He really could have waited until the sun set. But seeing how he was the only visitor. He could buy wanting to close up for the day.

     His slender finger tapped slightly with a hint of rhythm to it upon the wooded texture. “I am planning to reside somewhere outside of town. Maybe next a lake not far off from here. I promised my pokemon give them some time in the water..” He said as his oceanic eyes glanced over at her. Wallace usually took any opportunity he could to spend some time alone with his pokemon. They were like his second family.

[superhot-moves]

"Right. That makes sense. I guess its a bit hot for them all the way up here."

Although momentarily disheartened to hear he wouldn't be within the town itself the flame was resilient. She withheld all temptation to offer him a room for the night. A practical suggestion came in place of personal ambitions. Something she knew even Winona couldn't object to.

"If you feel like using facilities though, come by the Gym or the Pokemon Center. You should visit Grandpa at some point, too. I'll go with you if you... want... I mean, he'd appreciate seeing you."

[monsieur-sycamore-archive]

It was a shame that these sketchy team members were making everyone feel more uncomfortable and suspicious of foreign travelers, but he couldn’t really place the blame on her.

She was just trying to protect herself.

"I’m the Kalos region’s Pokémon Professor."

"Giving out Kalos and Kanto starters is part of my job. I require nothing in return."

If she was that suspicious, then he had his I.D. on him that would prove that he was indeed genuine.

[superhot-moves]

"Seriously?! I mean...That is extremely fortunate!"

It was still a little hard to believe; after contacting professor after professor the fact that one now stood in front of her was incredibly lucky. Perhaps she should have doubted more but the breath of fresh air had fanned the flame into an enthusiastic swell. She was beaming at him now, her hands busy in her pockets - eventually producing a small electronic device.

Flannery scrolled through the numbers on it until she found her own. With a slight cant of her head their eyes met again, this time with a friendlier warmth.

"You got a name along with those credentials?"

[monsieur-sycamore-archive]

"I do apologize."

"I don’t carry the starter Pokémon with me."

He had heard stories from the other professors who had carried their starters around and how much of a bad decision it had been. Keeping them in his lab was for the best.

"Or I could simply send you one through the PC. No need to travel all the way to Kalos."

[superhot-moves]

"Really?! ...No, wait... I... I do want one, and I appreciate the offer, but accepting a trade from a complete stranger..."

A basic concept: silver platters were never good and candy from strangers just as foreboding. There had been too many men in coats around Lavaridge for her liking. The additional reappearance of Team Aqua and Magma also had Flannery's guard up. Who knew which side this enigmatic foreigner was on?

It was, she thought, too complicated and so her features became crestfallen.

"...You haven't even asked me to give you anything in return. I'm sorry. It just seems too good to be true."

[monsieur-sycamore-archive]

"Charmander, you say?"

"I’ve got a few back at the lab." he said as he passed by the woman on the street. She was a gym leader, right? From the Hoenn region? He recalled seeing her on the news.

[superhot-moves]

"What... Uh... Wh-who are..?"

Flannery couldn't help but notice his accent when he spoke. It was so much like Malva's and, given the Elite was visiting, the unique inflection was on the tip of her tongue.

"Wait, are you saying I'm gonna have to go all the way to Kalos to get a Charmander?"

[superhot-moves]

"It shouldn't be this hard to find someone with access to Charmander! Every professor I've called so far is fresh out..."

[superhot-moves]

"Give it back."

"You’re not even wearing it!"