It’s in his Day with Rose segment. He’ll mention catching a Cufant with his brother, “Steel Peony,” and that he used to be the best in Galar but doesn’t know where he is right now.
@askgarymfoak The pidgy alarm went off again, the alarm clock once again with gears poking out. The sun was rising, and the raven haired boy woke up with a tired yawn. It was early--but not too early. The was rustling down stairs and he knew his mother was up, she always was. He could already hear voices and talking from-- Ash sprang up quicker. He forgot that he had a plane to catch! Him and Gary were going to Alola! He had already packed his suitcase, something he normally didn't bring on trips. But this time, it was a vacation, and he wasn't going to be living in Alola again. "Okay Buddy!" Ash says, still rubbing sleep from his eyes. "Pack your Lavi and lets go!" His mom had gotten Pikachu his own little backpack before the trip, the little mouse growing an attachment to the green lavitar plush that resided in Ashs bed. A full bottle of ketchup sat in the little pocket on the side of the bag. Rushing down the stairs, in typical Ash fashion, he stumbled down the last step, nearly falling on his face. "I'm ready!" He cries out to the two people waiting downstairs. "Ready!" "Pikachu pi!" Pikachu agrees, little backpack strapped to his back. Ash Ketchum late? Some things never change...
I got a new phone - literally just because Pokemon Masters wouldn't play on my old one, don't @ me - and I haven't been able to log in here until now. I'm back for more sassy Oak boy shenanigans.
To celebrate, here's some cute Blue/Green Oak merch from the Pokemon Center and the best sync pair in Masters. Didn't need to spend anything on him: they gave me 6000 gems for a bug fix consolation, and he was in one of my 10 pulls.
Ash couldn’t remember the last time they had talked. It had seemed like ages at this point. Not a word shared between them. He missed him so much. Pulling out a phone, he scrolled through the contacts before stopping on one in particular.
“You know your grandfather is never down and out for too long! After all, there’s so much work to be done and things to do! Maybe you can take some pointers from your old man, eh?” Sam jests, withholding a jab about piling chores, just to keep the momentum of the conversation going. He reaches over, ruffles Gary’s hair.
Prompt: Now that his subject is home, all that’s left is to clean house of the last available toy, and present Green with his prize. He knows Green will love it. For @murdeirin who inspired the series with that amazing drawing and @askgarymfoak bc you like it too.
Note: If you like my work, please consider donating to my Ko-Fi account - Seniichi.
To take care of the house was a big responsibility. Green trusted Gold to not let anyone in, to make sure that his greatest secret, his most hidden, base desires remained in the depths of mystery. Hiding his real home from the persistent noses of the press and the rest of the league only made Gold tired and grouchy, enough so that he was seriously contemplating a rather extreme method of extermination for the reporters who had made his life annoyingly inconvenient.
But no. Gold is a good boy. Green’s good boy. So he doesn’t stir up trouble that Green can’t smooth over. He smiles and he nods and he pretends he doesn’t want to rip their damn throats out.
(oh, how he missed popping spines out of alignment)
He’s saving his recruiter for last. He wants his prey’s Pokemon brainwashed fully, his gift to Green complete before he even thinks of touching him. So instead he’s warding off curious strays, breeding Houndoom to patrol and protect the shady woodland area Green’s home resided in, training them up so no normal news floozy could dare pierce the protective veil of the much sought-after Gym Leader.
(the travel time from near Mt. Silver to Viridian would be less convenient if Green didn’t already have a few Abra)
Green is home early today, his beloved mentor already in a towering temper, and Gold decides that even if his beloved Natu wasn’t done yet, Green needed the stress relief. He sweeps in to kiss slowly, hands buried in rich chocolate strands to draw Green out of his righteous fury.
Green responds with enthusiasm, pulling him close and caressing his body with open affection.
I’m sorry my pretty little good boy, Green whispers, breath hot against his ear. It’s been too long. Gold smiles up at him, kisses his mouth gently again and leads him upstairs.
It’s okay. I’ve got a present for you, Gold says, and he gets the lovely pleasure of seeing Green’s eyes go delightfully hungry. He leads him up the stairs into his recruiter’s room, and Green gives him a curious little look, watching as Archer weakly struggles against the wall where he lays pinned.
Not much of a present if I’m the one who got it, Green jokes playfully, though he knows how much Gold hates giving up prey. Gold pouts at him, before planting a light kiss to Green’s mouth.
Now what kind of lazy present giver do you take me for? Gold is pouting, and Green can’t help but chuckle at how indignant his cute little love seems. Green apologizes with the softest touch of his fingers down his spine, and the boy gives a happy little sigh at the feeling of Green’s hand over his body.
(the hidden strength that he kept on such a touch leash every time he chose to touch Gold)
He leads Green to a seat, kisses him again just because he can, and then pulls Archer front and center before his beloved mentor.
(he couldn’t call Green his lover even inside his own head. it made him blush too much.)
Instead, he focuses on Archer, forcing the man into a prone position before Green. His beloved Mentor’s curiosity will be sated of course, but until then, Gold will give him the best show he could imagine.
Green’s head tilts to a side when he sees Gold pull out his specially gifted knife set, gives a curious hum at him for it. Gold smiles at him, winks playfully in a way that makes Green laugh, relaxing from the tense, almost paranoid state he’d originally been in.
Oh? Do I get a show, lovely boy? Green asks him fondly, and Gold grins.
Of a kind. He takes the time to sharpen his knives, can feel the unger that pervades Green’s entire demeanor as he watches Gold prepare. Archer remains pinned in place - Gold had taught Archer how futile it was to flee quite quickly - the man was too sharp to stay unless proven otherwise.
He’s not planning on it being a long torture, slow and drawn out. Those aroused Green yes, but what he had planned was simple in it’s elegance. He yanks Archer up, so that Green can see the expanse of his flesh, untouched by any knife. He debates for a second, before deciding why not.
(senseless carnage is beautiful no matter the name.)
The first time his knife goes through Archer’s body, it’s somewhere nonfatal. The resulting spray however sprinkles over Green’s clothes, a few light droplets landing on perfectly sculpted features. Green looks surprised at the savagery of it - it’s rare for Gold to be anything less than refined.
But tonight is not about refinement. Tonight was about vengeance. With no Giovanni to harm, he metes out the personal revenge he wished he could give that monster into physical art. Green is enraptured, unblinking gaze settled upon the bloody flesh as the knife plunges in, stab after stab spraying blood all over him.
(the way Green licks his lips is utter sin, sweeping droplets of blood into his talented mouth)
He finishes it off with his trademark, scoring over the taut flesh of his throat in a glorious shower of arterial spray as his carotid is at last exposed, nearly ending the torment of which Gold had put Archer through. He’s not done of course. The knife is set aside, and he lifts Archer’s body up, one hand grasping at the still weakly moving man’s face. He laughs, crazed and delighted, as he smashes Archer’s head into the floor. He does it once, twice, three times, and keeps going until he loses count, until the man’s skull is splintered under his fingers and his face all but unrecognizable.
Only then does he lean back, fingers bloody and hands aching, but utterly satisfied. He hears the faintest little moan come from his beloved mentor, and Gold only manages to see the crazed, feral desire in his beautiful gaze before he’s dragged into a kiss that is almost unspeakably rough, all teeth and tongue and dominance to Green’s core. Green’s fingers dig into his hip,his other free hand tearing viciously at his unexposed body, forcefully ripping the clothing off of him as his beloved insists on displaying what, exactly, Gold had done to his libido.
His mentor is hot and needy against his thigh, but Gold isn’t interested in giving in quite yet. Gold is strong enough to battle with Green, though he’s not quite enough to overpower him. Even so, he fights. It’s a test of wills and willpower before Gold can spread Green’s arms wide, run his tongue over the bloody flesh. Green freezes at that, and goes pliant with pleasure when Gold’s lips worship his every inch, sucking the blood off of him.
(in return Green licks the hand he’d used to smash Archer’s head in clean, which feels so good)
He undresses Green with all the skill his practice has given him, tongue sliding over every crevice and fold of his flesh, tasting the slightly spicy flavor of Green and the coppery tang of his victim. He moans against the skin, and Gold feels Green quiver under his fingertips.
(it’s so hot when he can leash the man down. it’s like capturing a god.)
The wildness of his gaze seems even stronger now, and Gold shivers at it.
Come here my lovely boy. Green whispers the words, and he is helpless to do anything but obey. How lucky I am to have you, his words envelop Gold in warmth, fingers sliding off what’s left of his clothing, their bodies bare against one another, though the blood from his victim is close enough to touch them. Such a good boy. My lovely boy. All mine. His words are a mantra, a strong hand grasping between them to stroke both of their cocks in tandem, pressing Gold against the floor, kissing him until he cannot breathe.
Green pulls back only to allow him a brief respite, before Green does it again, this time until his head is spinning and dizzy from the lack of oxygen. It only takes a few cycles of this for him to come against Green’s talented, wonderful hand, and Green follows him shortly afterwards, though he has much more planned.
Green’s hands are messy with cum and blood, and Gold makes to clean them off. A single sticky red finger presses against his mouth to stop him. He’s glorious, kneeling between his thighs to wrap messy hands around Gold’s throat, thumb circling his Adam’s apple. He is smiling softly at Gold’s sharp intake of breath.
You didn’t think I would miss this little kink of yours? Green chuckles, straddling Gold’s hips and placing his young love’s hands on his hips. Now now, that doesn’t sound like me, does it? Green is chuckling richly, stroking his throat until it’s a mess of white and red against his skin. Three taps if you want me to stop, lovely boy. he murmurs the words sultrily against yielding lips.
(his greatest fantasy was coming true he could barely believe it he was going to die of happiness)
Green’s grasp is light, but the pressure increased slowly and steadily as Green’s hands pressed in all of the right places to rob the very breath from his lungs. He’s dizzy again, euphoria ringing in his veins and the very world fuzzing at the edges in soft pastels and splashes of blood. His heartbeat is very loud against the muted noise of the outside world, only his Green in focus.
The rush of oxygen nearly makes him pass out, but he gulps in deep lungfuls, feeling the weight of Green’s darkly pleased smile.
(there is no need for a bed, not with the way Green so delectably took care of him.)
In the morning, Gold watches the news with Green, uncaring of his naked state - though Green certainly doesn’t let him move from his lap. The report of Archer, found so brutally mauled and pinned against a wall like a sacrificial lamb is more than enough reason for Gold to spoil Green with an enthusiastic thank you.
