Something I've been kicking around in my head is how to adapt PLZA to the original Pokéani -- specifically, for Alan and his Lumiose fam. It's a bit tricky to do since while some things align very nicely (e.g. Lumiose actually DID get wrecked by Lysandre in the anime, whereas in the games it was Geosenge Town that took the hit), others are definitely harder to work with (e.g. AZ is not in the anime at all).
So far, the thoughts I have are:
It would still take place five years after the Kalos arc wrapped up. So Alan would be 20, Manon would be 15, Professor Sycamore would be 40, Bonnie would be 12, and Clemont would also be 15.
I think I would still write Sycamore stepping down from his position and agreeing to hand the keys to the lab over to the city / Mable, with the caveat that the upper levels (i.e. his and Alan's home) not be open to her. This would be for a few reasons:
- Despite Sycamore always assuring Alan that his reputation is fine and Alan is not causing him trouble, actually, Sycamore's reputation DOES drop pretty drastically with how he stands by Alan, and so the mayor Wants Him Gone, because Wanting Him Gone makes the mayor look better in the eyes of the (remaining) citizens and therefore will get him a reelection;
- Sycamore doesn't really care about that, BUT he is against how the wild zones are being implemented (he and Mable are in agreement with this one) and sees that he can't really fight it, and would rather not be part of it;
- Part of him hopes that Alan will choose to leave Lumiose with him and therefore not get caught up in Quasartico Inc. looking to find (and use) the strongest mega evolution trainer, both because he doesn't trust them and also because he doesn't want Alan's trauma to be triggered (because who was the last person who told Alan "in order to fulfill your wish, become the strongest?")
- And lastly, 10% Zygarde comes to him to find all of the Zygarde Cells for Bonnie, who at the time is at Ranger School in the Almia region (she comes back don't worry), so he has to go do that anyway
Alan is absolutely LIVID about the whole situation. He's furious (and guilt-ridden) about the mayor pushing Sycamore out because of him (because he is literally an adult by this point, Sycamore, he can put the pieces together); he's enraged by a Team Flare Scientist getting to take over their home; and then he's both confused and outraged that, from his perception, Sycamore is just letting this happen, like, why isn't he putting up a fight, this is their HOME
Because this is their home, and because he doesn't trust Quasartico, but also because he wants to win the Z-A Royale so he can use his wish to kick Mable the fuck out of the lab and reinstate Sycamore, Alan refuses to leave Lumiose with Sycamore and instead decides to enter the Z-A Royale.
I think for ease of storytelling I'd have Alan not be the Champion in this fic, but instead just known as a.) the winner of the Lumiose Conference, and b.) one of the Top 8 strongest trainers in the world, because I feel both of those things are enough to sink terror into his Z-A Royale opponents as it is without having him be Kalos Champion on top of it. (Also, that would feel like cheating.) So he just never took the Champion Challenge here.
AZ offers to let Alan stay at Hotel Z free of charge, and while Alan is suspicious (he's suspicious of everyone after Lysandre), Manon thinks they should take it since it also extended to her, and like, free lodgings, who can say no?
Manon is going to basically be the Urbain / Taunie in this fic, to a degree; she won't tell Alan what her wish is going to be at first, and / or makes up some new silly thing every time she's asked. But her arc is going to be about how she wants Alan to see her as an actual rival, like how he views, say, Ash, rather than as someone just to protect. At some point in the fic they'd be each other's promotion match, and Alan would immediately want to contact Quasartico to get his opponent changed, but Manon would get extremely upset about the fact that he doesn't take her seriously as a trainer. And he'd insist that he does, of course he does, and in his mind / heart he does, but -- and Manon would argue that no, he doesn't, because he never battles her with his full strength, he always holds back, he never even battles with Lizardon. And she wants him to battle her with Lizardon, AND mega evolve Lizardon, and if either of them hold back for even a SECOND she will NEVER forgive them. So they do battle (and I think for extra effect this should be their promotion to A), and Alan does win, and at first he thinks Manon is crying, but it turns out she's actually laughing because she's so happy he finally took her seriously and, hey, she and Mega Venusaur put up a hell of a fight, right?
(Yes I know that Chesnaught can mega evolve now, but I kind of like Hari-san staying a Chespin forever . . . he doesn't need to evolve to be the most capable pokémon in Kalos!)
So it's kind of like when Haru and Makoto raced in freestyle in Free!, and Makoto lost but he was still happy for the all-out race. Manon loses but she also wins because she got what she want: Alan trying his hardest against her in battle, and him now seeing her as a worthy rival instead of just someone he needs to protect.
(And he also gets a moment of like . . . wrow . . . she really is grown up now . . . is this how the Professor feels when he sees me do things . . .)
However, Alan IS the strongest mega evolution trainer (he literally had four whole specials about this and in Journeys is stated to be studying mega evolution like come on), so that means he DOES get stuck in Ange with Floette. Sorry boo, no climactic battles for you, you are getting TOWERED.
However x2, BONNIE is the one with the bond with Squishy, so SHE is the one Zygarde chooses, obviously, and the one who has to race across the city with everyone's help to reunite with Squishy, and mega evolve them to destroy Ange. Manon is very torn because her priority is GETTING ALAN OUT OF THE TOWER WHY IS HE ALWAYS PUTTING HIMSELF IN DANGER, but Alan insists to her that she HAS to help Bonnie reach Zygarde, he's trusting her to do this because he can't, etc etc.
At some point AZ would of course tell his story to both Alan and Manon, including how Lysandre was his great (x20) nephew, but at a point when said information doesn't make Alan say "fuck this shit I'm out" and run in the opposite direction. And Alan will also have to reflect because, if it was Lizardon that was killed, would he really be able to stop himself from doing whatever it took to bring Lizardon back? (Manon is 100% on AZ's side because she knows that no, she would not stop.)
The one problem I have is I can't think of an arc / story for Clemont . . . which is weird because Ange was his gym, but while I know exactly what Alan, Manon, and Bonnie are there for, with Clemont I have just a big ???. Ditto for Blaziken Mask, I just don't think this is that type of story.
Manon is definitely the one who takes out the loan from the Rust Syndicate.
I think I would still have Grisham, but not Griselle. And Grisham has beef with Alan because Lysandre always "favored" Alan despite Alan not even being an official member of Team Flare. Alan, however, has zero idea who Grisham even is.
Grisham: "You took everything from me." / Alan: "I don't even know who you are."
My laptop is lagging like crazy on this post so I'll leave it here, but yeah, those are my basic thoughts.
I was talking with @ryttu3k earlier about how I imagine that, whenever I write Pokémon fic, a lot of the products and series that we have in our world exist in their world too, only with the names changed so as to a.) avoid copyright, and b.) suit the world that they live in. (The exception to this is Nintendo games, since we have canonical evidence that Nintendo consoles exist as-is in canon, and Mario is mentioned by name when checking the SNES in the first gen games.) A few examples of the different series / bands / products / et cetera that I’ve come up with and referenced in my Pokémon fics over the years are:
My Little Ponyta: Friendship is Magic
FaceSpace (later changed to FateBook because a social media site known as FaceSpace actually exists now)
Immedigram
Dragoniteforce
Zubatman
Captain Unova
Assassin’s Deed: Sisterhood
Grass-types vs. Zombies
Robot Rapidash Attack
The Liepard King (later changed to The Pyroar King when Gen VI was revealed)
Doctor What
Pokémorphs
And so on and so forth. When I was driving home tonight, though, I realized something else, and that something else was---
Okay.
So sometimes, I don’t have to change the titles of the movies / shows / what have you, even if the subject would change. So for instance, The Fox and the Hound could still be The Fox and the Hound, only in the Pokéworld Tod would be a vulpix and Copper would be a growlithe. (And Ash Ketchum, age five, would cry for at least an hour before Delia could calm him down at how emotionally devastating that movie is.) So with that in mind, it’s entirely possible that the Dreamworks Dragons movies exist in-universe too, and that they’re even still titled How to Train Your Dragon, given that there are dragons in the pokéworld. It’s just that, well, the dragons in-series would be replaced with dragons (as in the species, not just the type) from the pokéworld.
With that said, consider:
There’s no equivalent to a night fury in Pokémon (yet >_>), so consider that perhaps, in the first movie, Toothless is a charizard instead. All the human characters are the same, the plot of the movie is the same, and so likewise, the plot of the second movie is the same as well. The first movie is released, it’s a big hit, everyone loves it, it becomes Lizardon’s favorite movie and Alan likes it a lot as well. (He, as you can imagine, very strongly understands Hiccup’s feelings regarding Toothless.) Everyone’s happy.
But then . . .
The second movie comes out. Perhaps the second movie is made after the events of canon, releasing maybe a couple years later. And when the second movie comes out---well, if you’ve seen it, you know. In our version of the movie, when Toothless leaps over Hiccup to shield him from the bewilderbeast’s attack, the ice broken when Toothless goes into his “alpha mode” and breaks it. His scales are still black, but he has bright blue glowing streaks. He gained this form specifically to protect Hiccup, as pointed out by Valka. Many (including myself) have joked that he mega evolved.
So, in the pokéworld version of the movie . . . what if he did?
Maybe it wouldn’t be explicitly stated to be mega evolution in terms of the movie, but in this version, when charizard!Toothless dives in to save Hiccup, he ends up breaking the ice by being Mega Charizard X. That’s how he challenges Kyurem (I imagine Kyurem would be the bewilderbeast here---it makes sense) for the position of alpha. And it’s glorious and amazing and perhaps, in terms of narrative, a sort of artistic license taken if there were no stones and it wasn’t purposeful---but regardless, they very clearly animated a Mega ‘Zard X, there’s no doubt about it.
And that’s great and wonderful and Alan and Lizardon feel even more emotional about this movie than the first (for obvious reasons), but---
As it happens, the producer and director et all gave interviews about this movie. And in one interview they reveal that they actually went with the decision to have charizard!Toothless mega evolve after seeing footage of Alan and Lizardon during the League / Flare arc and feeling inspired by their bond. Specifically, there’s that scene during the final battle that’s only on screen for a split second where there’s this huge blast and Lizardon---while mega evolved---is shielding Alan with his wing. And perhaps, somehow, Jessie and James had managed to capture that (not realistic, perhaps, but w/e), and the director / producer saw that, and were inspired, and did it. When they reveal this they laugh a bit awkwardly because by this point Alan is probably already Champion of Kalos, but hey! Even more reason to be inspired, right? Especially since he does still have Lizardon.
Alan and Lizardon are kind of floored when they hear this, but perhaps Manon is hanging out with them at the time, and she excitedly starts swatting his side (not enough to hurt, of course, just enough to get his attention / show her excitement) and says, “They made a movie about you!!”
“They did not make a movie about me,” Alan says.
Manon flails her hand at the screen. “Yeah, they---they just said they did! They made a movie about you and Lizardon! That’s amazing, Alan!”
“The movie is not about me and Lizardon, it’s about something completely different---”
“It’s not---!”
“That one part was just inspired by us.”
“Oh come on!” Manon says. “They totally made a movie about you! That’s so cool! I wonder how I can get them to make a movie about me and Hari-san. That would be cool, wouldn’t it, Hari-san?”
“Rima!” Hari-san agrees.
Alan probably gives up arguing that the movie is about him and Lizardon at that point (even though it isn’t), and Manon and Hari-san probably go off to see what they can accomplish that would inspire someone to make a movie about them, but the point is, if these movies exist in this universe, imagine if things happened like that, just imagine it.
I don’t know about you, but I think the idea is pretty cool, indeed.
It’s Pride Month, as I’m sure many (most? all?) of you know, and as such, though I’ve had this fic in mind for a long, long, long time, I really wanted to get it done this month. In truth, I started working on it way back on June 2nd, and it has taken me this long to finish it. Nonetheless, it is finally finished, and I hope it’s good. The subject matter of this fic is very important to me, and in fact it hits pretty damn close to home, so . . . yeah, I really hope it’s good, heh.
This takes place about seven years post-canon, when Alan is 22. And with that said, here’s . . .
“So anyway,” Manon said, and by this point she was turned sideways in her chair, one arm thrown over the back while her other arm rested on the table beside her empty plate, her back up against the side of the café, “what I was thinking is that I’ll enter this tournament, right, and I’ll pretend to be a complete novice, newbie trainer when I do. And everyone will be like, ‘hey hey, this girl is clueless, she has no idea what she is doing, this will be easy.’ But then I’ll get in there and cream ‘em all and win every match, and maybe even still look kind of clueless as I do so they think it’s just luck. But then in the end, I’ll win the whole thing and take home the prize!”
For a day in mid-summer, the afternoon was pleasantly warm. The sky was a brilliant blue, the sun surrounded by fluffy clouds, the warm wind promising perfect thermals for when Alan and Lizardon went flying later. But that was for later; for the time being Alan was enjoying lunch with Manon at an outdoor café, though he couldn’t help but sigh as she rattled off her plan and he reached for his nearly empty coffee cup.
“Manon, you’re one of Kalos’ Elite Four. You can’t hustle other trainers at a tournament.”
“I’m not hustling them,” Manon said, and Alan gave her a flat look. “That makes it sound dirty.”
“You are, and it is.”
“And anyway,” she added, more loudly to speak over him, “the tournament’s in Alola, at the Battle Tree thing, so no one will even know I’m a member of the Elite Four here.”
“Believe it or not, the Elite Four of the various regions are pretty well known. Your name and title are easily accessible to everyone around the world, and it wouldn’t surprise me at all if tournament officials recognized exactly who you are,” Alan said. Manon blinked, as if taken by surprise, yet then flashed a satisfied smile. “Either way, if you start hustling other trainers you’ll make our League look bad. Enter the tournament if you want and take the whole thing, but don’t hustle anyone.”
Manon rolled her eyes. “I already said, I’m not hustling, I’m just pretending like I’m nobody---”
“You’re pretending like you can’t battle to get them to let their guard down before you sweep them. That’s the definition of hustling.”
Manon puffed her cheeks, aggravated, and it was amazing to Alan how she could still pout like a little kid despite being nearly seventeen years old. He supposed some things never changed. “Well, so what? Just because I’m a member of the Elite Four doesn’t mean I can’t have any fun. No one ever said this job wasn’t any fun!”
“This is a job with a lot of responsibility.”
“So? That doesn’t mean it has to be boring!”
“So you have to scam other trainers to have fun?”
“That’s not what I---!”
“Alan?”
Both Alan and Manon turned at the sound of the voice, and though the woman who had spoken and was now approaching the table clearly knew him, it took Alan a moment to place her. She was around his age, with long blonde hair drawn into a braid thrown over her shoulder, and purple eyes that were as bright as the smile on her lips. But what tipped him off wasn’t her eyes or hair, but her earring: encased in a silver pendant dangling from one ear was a rainbow-colored Key Stone, and his eyes widened as he caught sight of it.
“Ayaka?” he ventured, though he couldn’t keep the hesitation from his voice. It had been years since they had seen each other, but he thought---
Her smile grew, and she clasped her eyes behind her back as she walked up to stand beside their table. On the other side, Manon swiveled back around to face front.
“You remembered,” Ayaka said, and she laughed a little. “I can’t help but feel a little pleased about that.”
“Don’t be,” Alan said. “It’s not really saying much to be remembered by me.”
Ayaka chuckled again, and ducked her head for only a moment before she looked back up at him. “And so humble, too, after all this time,” she said. “I’d say that’s pretty impressive, Champion.”
Alan didn’t know what to say to that (he was just being honest, his memory being what it was, and really he preferred it if people addressed him by his name rather than his title), so he shrugged.
Ayaka cleared her throat, and toyed with the end of her braid. “Anyway---I feel like running into you here is a stroke of fate. I’m actually in Lumiose for business, but I should be here for a little while. I was thinking, since the two of us ran into each other here like this, it might be worthwhile---or at the very least we should---catch up.” Her smile grew, her tongue poking between her teeth. “It really has been too long.”
“I . . . suppose,” Alan said, as Manon leaned across the table in apparent interest. He wasn’t sure what they were supposed to be ‘catching up’ on---it wasn’t as if they had ever spent a lot of time together, after all---but perhaps she wanted to have another match between Lizardon and her absol. That could be fun. “Are you free now, or . . . ?”
“Oh---no, I was thinking something a bit more formal. You know. A bit more special.” Ayaka clasped her hands behind her back again, and Alan frowned. There were no current tournaments in Lumiose---he of all people would know---and Ayaka was in town on business. So what sort of formal battle could she want? If she wanted to take the Champion challenge, that would need a League win--- “There are a lot of restaurants in the city. I was thinking that we could pick an evening to check one out . . .”
“Oh.” Alan blinked. “You’re thinking of one of the battle restaurants. Sure, that’s fine---but only the employees battle with the customers there. They don’t allow customers to battle each other. So that won’t work, unless . . . are you working at one of the restaurants now?”
Across the table, Manon smacked her palm to her forehead. Ayaka, on the other hand, stared blankly at Alan for a few seconds before recovering.
“No, no,” she said. “I wasn’t talking about one of the battle restaurants, although I do think it would be fun to have dinner at one of them one night. I was talking about a normal restaurant.”
Alan furrowed his brow. “Why would we go to a normal restaurant? We can’t battle at all there.”
Manon buried her face in her arms as Ayaka, her cheeks starting to color pink, said, “Well, no, but we could eat dinner, and talk . . .” She trailed off, and after a second of awkward silence between them said, “You know, like on a . . . I’m asking you on a---” She took a deep breath, cleared her throat, and then said in a stronger voice, “I thought it might be fun to go on a little date. You know, since I’m in town, and it’s been a while since we’ve seen each other . . .”
“Oh.” It wasn’t so much that a realization had dawned on him as it was that Ayaka had spelled her intentions out, but Alan still felt like a haze of confusion had been swept away to allow for the sun to shine through instead. That was what she wanted---that was what she had wanted all along. Now he understood. And now that he understood, it was much easier for him to give her a direct answer. “I’m not really interested in that. Sorry.”
He partially regretted the words the moment they left his mouth. They were true---he wouldn’t go on a date with her just because she wanted to, when he wasn’t interested at all---but hurt flashed across her face in a stunned look that made it seem like he had doused her with water instead. Manon looked no less shocked; she stared at him, dumbfounded, even as Ayaka closed her own mouth and forced a smile.
“Oh. Well, that’s all right. It’s been a long time, anyway, and you’re probably in a relationship or seeing someone already, so---”
“No, I’m not,” Alan said, and even before Manon covered her face with her hands and Ayaka stopped, mid-sentence, to bite her lip he knew it was the wrong thing to say. In an effort to spare her feelings (in whatever little way he could now), he quickly said, “But I have a lot going on, as the Champion, so---”
“Right,” Ayaka said, and she cleared her throat again. “Of course. Well, I won’t keep you from it. Good luck with . . . whatever it is you’re doing. I hope you have a good day.” She looked over at Manon and smiled politely before she turned and strode away from the table, each stride far too fast to be casual.
The moment she was at least partially out of earshot, Manon exploded.
“What the hell was that?!” she demanded, and she flailed one arm in Ayaka’s direction. “That was---that was---that was a disaster! That was one of the worst disasters I’ve ever had to bear witness to! It was one of the most painful things I’ve ever had to watch! How could you make me sit through that?!”
“I didn’t make you sit through anything. You could have left,” Alan said.
Manon rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right. It’s impossible to look away from a disaster that bad. You want to---it’s so terrible and awful you want to look away, but you can’t, because it’s so gruesome it holds your interest anyway, tighter than an arbok using Wrap.”
“I don’t think that comparison really works.”
“What was that?” Manon repeated, and she placed both hands on the table to lean forward, staring at him with accusing eyes. “How could you say no to that? Did you see her? Did you even look at her at all?!”
“Obviously I did.”
Manon threw her hands in the air, flopping back in her chair. “Then I don’t see how you could say no to that! She’s gorgeous, Alan! She’s hot enough to make the sun jealous! And she totally wanted you! How could you pass that up?!”
It wasn’t too unusual for Manon to get worked up over something trivial. In fact, Alan would say it happened regularly, given her penchant for overblown drama and shenanigans. But while he normally brushed her antics off (or, in some cases, found them amusing), he was struck by the sudden feeling that he was really not in the mood today. “I’m just not interested.”
“How? Why?” Manon pressed. “Is she somehow not your type or something?”
Alan shrugged. “Guess not.”
Manon was quiet for a moment, as if at a loss for words. Then she said, “Well, if she’s somehow not your type, then what is? Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you date anyone.” She narrowed her eyes shrewdly and leaned across the table again, her elbows on the surface, her chin on her laced fingers. “What’s all that about, huh? What kind of person are you into?”
Alan leaned back in his chair, and looked up at the sky. “I don’t know. I never thought about it.”
“What do you mean you never thought about it?” Manon demanded, aghast. “You’re like, old---”
“Thanks.”
“---so you had to have liked someone, at some point, even if you didn’t date them, right? There had to be someone at some time, right?” Manon pulled her PokéNav Plus4 from her pocket, no doubt jumping straight to social media, if Alan knew her (and he did). “Even you had to have a crush on someone at some point. Everyone does.”
“I don’t know what to tell you,” Alan said. As Manon scrolled through her PokéNav Plus4, an uncomfortable, fluttery sensation of anxiety flared to life in his stomach. “I just never did.”
“Come on---not even Steven?” She thrust her arm across the table to shove her PokéNav Plus4 in his face, showing him Steven’s FateBook profile. It was his private profile---the one only people he actually knew were allowed to Friend him on, versus the public one he used for everyone else---and as such, his profile picture was one Alan was pretty sure his many adoring fans would have killed for. “Lots of people like him, and I guess he is pretty pretty for a guy---” She paused, and then snorted a laugh. “Heheh. Pretty pretty.”
Alan shook his head. “No, I never liked Steven like that. We’re just friends.”
Manon puffed her cheeks, staring at him in disbelief as she pulled her PokéNav Plus back to her side of the table, and then said, “Well, what about that one guy who was so obsessed with you---Louie?”
“Who?”
“If that’s your answer, never mind,” Manon said. “So---how about Cosette? You’ve known her for a long time, right? So maybe at some point you guys had, like, a thing---”
“Cosette and Sophie are like extended family, or close family friends,” Alan said, as Manon heaved an exaggerated sigh. “I never liked her like that, either.”
“Then who?” Manon demanded. “Serena? Iris? Gladion? If I ever manage to get a date with Lillie that last one could be fun, ‘cause we could double, although knowing him he’d pitch a fit if we brought it---”
“No,” Alan said flatly. “I’m not interested in teenagers.”
“Then who are you interested in?!” Manon demanded, smacking her hands against the table.
“No one!”
Alan had snapped more loudly than he had intended to, and the result was that the people milling about the street had now turned to look at them. He gritted his teeth and glared down at the table, and after a moment forced himself to bite out, “Just drop it, okay?”
Alan could hear the frown in Manon’s voice as she said, “Hey hey, there’s no need to get mad, I just don’t get it. Everyone has a type, so there has to be someone who’s yours. I mean, this world is filled with lots and lots of people! Look around, there’s people everywhere! All kinds of people right here in Lumiose, even, so there has to be someone you find attractive. Even if it’s, like, an old person. I wouldn’t shame you for that, ‘cause that’s more normal than---”
“I said drop it.” Alan pushed his chair back and stood up before he reached across the table to swipe up Manon’s empty plate, stacking it on top of his own. He tossed their spoons into his empty coffee cup, and put that on top of the plates as Manon nudged her glass across the table. He rolled his eyes as he scooped it up and balanced it on the plates next to his own mug.
“Sheesh, you don’t have to be so touchy. I was just joking, anyway. I don’t think you’re really into old people,” Manon said, as she bounced up from her own seat to follow him back inside the café. As they entered, one of the baristas behind the counter caught his eye, and smiled when he held up their dishes. She pointed at the end of the counter, and he wove through the patrons milling about so he could stack their plates and cups in the dirty dish tray where the barista had indicated. “But if you were, that’d be totally cool! I mean, like I said, everyone’s gotta love someone, and if old people are your thing---”
“Did you finish your assessment of the Coumarine and Laverre Gym Leaders?” Alan asked, turning back to face her after their dishes were safely in the tray.
Manon’s mouth snapped shut, and chewed the inside of her cheek. After a few seconds (of calculated thought, Alan was sure), she said, “Didn’t Ayaka say she was here on business?”
“I’m going to take that deflection as a ‘no,’” Alan said, crossing his arms.
“Like you’re one to talk about deflections, bringing work up out of nowhere,” Manon shot back. “But anyway, listen---Ayaka said she’s here on business, so she’ll be here for a little bit, but not forever, right? I should take advantage of that.”
Alan narrowed his eyes. “Take advantage how?”
Manon scoffed, but a little smirk was curling on her lips. “Listen, just because you don’t want fries with that shake doesn’t mean I don’t. I’m gonna find her and woo her, and then---”
“No, you’re not.” Alan put his hands on Manon’s shoulders to gently nudge her toward the door, and she took the hint, even as she shot a scowl at him over her shoulder. “You’re a teenager, and she’s an adult.”
“So?”
“So that’s a felony.”
“Only if we get caught!”
“Manon.”
Manon tossed her hands in the air as they exited the café, and spun on the ball of her foot to face him, an accusatory glare on her face. “Why do you have to be so cold about everything? First hustling at the Battle Tree, and now---”
“So you admit you wanted to hustle?”
Manon’s eyes widened, but then she puffed her cheeks as she looked away, slowly backing away from him. “No,” she said, “but actually, about that, I just remembered that I need to go see when the next flight to Alola is . . .”
“Manon,” Alan said, but she ignored him as she continued backing away.
“And if I’m gonna woo Ayaka before I go, then I really should get going now, so if you’ll excuse me---”
“Manon---”
“I’ll have Clemont e-mail my Gym Leader assessments to you later! Bye, Alan!” Manon spun on the ball of her foot again and took off down the street, weaving between the pedestrians in an effort to lose what he was sure she thought was his pursuit.
Instead of chasing after, however, Alan let her go. He had enough faith in Ayaka’s integrity to feel that she wouldn’t respond to and take advantage of a teenager’s romantic advances (not that he knew her that well, admittedly, but he wanted to believe she was a good enough person to not respond, anyway), and he had a feeling that however hard she might try, Manon’s efforts at hustling at the Battle Tree wouldn’t get her very far. As clever and resourceful as she could be at times, Manon was a terrible liar. His advantage at having known her for years aside, Manon was the type to be honest before she realized what she was saying, her mouth running away from her even when (perhaps especially when) she was trying to keep a lid on it. However much she might play up the newbie card, Alan had a feeling that her natural tendency to showboat would blow her cover within the first round or two. It was only a matter of time.
So with Manon safe from everyone and everything but her own pride (and the looming deadline of her Gym Leader assessments), that left Alan with the rest of his day. Initially, he had planned on returning to his office at the League to tend to his own work. He was mostly caught up, but there were rumors that Parliament was going to once again try to push through legislature that would strip government subsidies away from Pokémon Centers under the argument that Pokémon Centers only benefited trainers at the cost of undue taxes from non-trainers. Where there was smoke there was fire, and Alan intended to snuff out this particular fire before it had a chance to grow in ferocity. Too many people, human and pokémon alike, would be hurt if Pokémon Centers had to start charging trainers fees for their services (or worse, had to shut down altogether due to a lack of funding). Alan refused to let that happen.
But while it was important to jump on the legislation that would be necessary to block such a bill from passing, the will Alan had felt earlier in the day to take care of it was all but extinguished. The stress from earlier still hadn’t left; though the conversation was over now, and Manon was traipsing around the city on a (likely fruitless) search for Ayaka, the feeling of anxiety swarming in his stomach had only grown in intensity. It wasn’t a---it was fine, really, that he hadn’t ever wanted to date anyone, wasn’t it? He wasn’t lying when he told Ayaka that he was busy. He had a lot of work on his plate, both with Champion duties and his research. And even if he wasn’t busy, it wasn’t really that big of a deal that he wasn’t interested in dating anyone, was it? It didn’t matter that he didn’t have any personal experience with having a crush, that the idea of having sex with someone---anyone---made him feel a little squeamish, because while it was a perfectly normal thing that other people did, so was eating corned beef, and he didn’t like that, either. It was---well, maybe it wasn’t normal, but it---that didn’t mean it was bad, did it? It didn’t mean he was . . . it didn’t make him . . .
Alan shoved his hands into the pockets of his coat as he started down the street, in the opposite direction from where Manon had run off to.
- - -
“Okay, now if we just---hey, none of that, please!”
At the sound of Augustine’s scolding, the litten who had been holding a mud-covered paw above a fennekin’s head froze. The fennekin, who had up until that point been completely unsuspecting of the litten’s prank, sat up straight, ears twitching. This worked against him; his head bumped straight into the litten’s paw, and---immediately feeling the mud now stuck in the fur atop his head---the fennekin leaped and bounded away from the litten, bristling angrily. The litten, for her part, started laughing, and smeared her paw against the grass to wipe the remainder of the mud from it.
“That wasn’t very nice,” Augustine said sternly. The litten turned her lamp-like eyes to him, unabashed. “You should apologize. You’re living here with all of us now; you should do your best to get along.”
The litten watched him for another second before she yawned, and curled up on the grass. The fennekin, taking this as a personal insult, inhaled deeply, cinders building in his throat. Augustine quickly scooped him up before he could attack.
“Now, now---there’s no need for that, either,” he said. The fennekin pouted. “Why don’t you go see Gabrielle, hm? She’ll help you get nice and clean. I’ll have another talk with our new litten friend to make sure this doesn’t happen again.”
The fennekin looked no less displeased, but nodded nonetheless, and Augustine set him back down on the grass. After casting another dirty look at the litten (who didn’t bother to acknowledge him), the fennekin bounded across the lawn back to the lab, no doubt in search of Gabrielle. As the fennekin scampered off, Augustine looked back at the litten.
“You really are a handful, aren’t you?” he mused. The litten ignored him, and he sighed. “What are we going to do with you?”
“Is that litten is still being a troublemaker?”
The voice that answered his question with another was unexpected, but delightful, and Augustine was beaming even before he turned and faced his visitor.
“Alan!” Augustine held out his arms as Alan neared, and Alan returned his smile in the same beat as he accepted the hug. Augustine’s own smile didn’t fade even when Alan pulled back. “I thought you were heading back to the League this afternoon to get caught up on your paperwork there.”
“I was---I am,” Alan said, and he slipped his hands back into the pockets of his coat. Augustine would be lying if he said he wasn’t still chuffed that Alan had picked one that, while suitable for traveling, resembled a lab coat so much. “But I thought I’d stop by to spend a bit of time here first. Is that all right?”
“Of course. I’m always happy to see you,” Augustine said. Another little smile flitted across Alan’s face, but it was brief, and something about it pinged the back of Augustine’s mind. A sixth sense of sorts, he supposed. “But is something on your mind?”
“What? No.” Alan’s answer was a little too immediate to feel natural, and little too odd, besides. There was always something on Alan’s mind, in Augustine’s experience. Not always something bad, no, but Alan was the type to always be thinking about something, whether it was work or recreation. To say “no” that quickly and that firmly . . . well, that was as good of a “yes” in Augustine’s book, and not the happy kind. But Alan looked past him, back down at the litten that was now staring up at him while rhythmically licking her front paw. “That litten is still having difficulties getting acclimated here, huh?”
“Hm? Oh, yes,” Augustine said. Alan took a few steps closer to the litten before he sat down on the grass, and reached out one hand toward her. The litten had not removed her eyes from him, but as he extended his hand toward her, she pulled away from his touch, eying him shrewdly. Augustine shook his head and said to her, “Alan won’t hurt you. It’s all right to let him pet you.”
The litten glanced at him, and then back at Alan. Alan extended his hand a little farther, and that seemed to be the breaking point. The litten scoffed, short and irritated, before she pushed herself to her feet and bounded off toward the trees.
“Sorry about that,” Augustine said, and he rubbed the back of his neck. “She’s a very stubborn one. She won’t even let me pet her half the time.”
“It’s all right,” Alan said, and true to form he didn’t sound offended. Augustine would have been surprised if he had. “I’ve never exactly been the best with cats. I don’t have as much experience with them as I do with others, such as---”
“Garar!”
“---dragons.” Alan tilted his head back to look up at Gabrielle, who had bounded across the yard and landed behind him with a heavy thud in time with her shout. She placed her claws over his shoulders (securely enough to clearly be a hug from behind, yet gently enough so that she wouldn’t hurt him), and Alan smiled up at her just as she beamed down at him. Warmth blossomed in Augustine’s chest at the sight. “Hi, Gabby.”
“Ga, Garar,” Gabrielle said in response. Alan’s smile grew, and he patted one of her claws.
“I don’t know about that,” Augustine said, and when both Gabrielle and Alan looked back over at him, he clarified, “I think you’ve always had an excellent rapport with pokémon of all species, including cats. It all depends on the individual, and this particular litten is just something of a handful.”
“True,” Alan said, and he leaned forward, out of Gabrielle’s sharp embrace, as he stood up. “Anyway, what else have you got to do around here today? I’ve got some time, so I’d love to help if you could use it.”
“Certainly,” Augustine said, and Alan smiled. “I was just trying to help the fire-types practice before they’re adopted by new trainers, although that litten pranking the fennekin put an early stop to that. Speaking of which---Gabrielle, did you help that fennekin get cleaned up?” Gabrielle nodded, and Augustine grinned. “Marvelous! I knew I could count on you. Thank you.”
Gabrielle beamed, clearly (and deservedly) pleased with herself, and Augustine looked back to Alan. “Since the fire-types are taking a break for now, I figured I would check on the water-types next. The froakie and popplio still need to train so that they can better control their attacks when new trainers adopt them, and in addition to that I’m collecting data on a new diet I have the water-types on. Would you mind helping with that?”
“Of course not,” Alan said. He pulled Lizardon’s pokéball from his pocket, and released him with two clicks of the button. Lizardon materialized beside him in a flash of light, and despite how often Augustine saw him, he still couldn’t help but feel a little taken aback every time he saw how Lizardon now towered over the rest of them.
Alan, of course, was unfazed. He turned to Lizardon with a little smile, and though Lizardon was briefly distracted as he beamed at and greeted Gabrielle and Augustine both, he turned back toward Alan readily enough when Alan patted his neck.
“Hey, I have some work to do here. Mind spending some time with Gabby and the others while I do it?”
Lizardon crooned, and happily bent down to bump his head against Alan’s palm. Alan’s smile grew, and he scratched Lizardon gently along his jaw before Lizardon turned back. Without wasting another beat Lizardon turned to Gabrielle, and the two of them began happily chatting in their own language.
With a faint smile still on his lips, Alan motioned to Augustine, and turned in the direction of the pond. “Come on. Let’s go get started.”
Augustine smiled, and let Alan lead the way across the yard.
Alan, as per usual, was a fantastic help. He helped the froakie and popplio practice as Augustine took down data on the water-types’ reactions to their new diet, and likewise he guided the chespin and rowlet when it was time to check on the grass-types. When they had finished tending to the pokémon in the garden (and had taken a moment to watch Lizardon and Gabrielle as the two engaged in a playful game of close-quarters tag), they retired to the research room to go over the most recent data the two of them had compiled on both Z and mega evolution energy.
Augustine’s focus (and Alan’s as well) was still on mega evolution, truth be told. Despite how many years he had spent studying it, he wasn’t sure that he would ever lose interest in it. But over the past five years or so he had become increasingly aware of a new phenomenon known as Z-moves, generated by Z-energy that radiated between people and pokémon when special crystals were utilized in battle. While the differences between mega evolution and Z-moves were striking, so were the similarities. There was a potential link there, and that was one that neither Augustine nor Alan could ignore. So while their research was still primarily focused on mega evolution, they had also taken to studying potential links between mega evolution and Z-moves, as well as comparing and contrasting the energy needed to perform and generated by both acts. (Although Augustine usually tried to take care of anything pertaining strictly to mega evolution energy on his own. He believed Alan when Alan said that he could handle it---he knew full well how strong Alan was---but . . . well. There was no need to dredge up potentially painful memories if it could be avoided.)
While it had only been a few days since the last time they had sent each other anything pertaining to their research (neither of them having talked much about it when they had breakfast that morning), they still (and Augustine couldn’t help but laugh a little) both had things to share. Augustine passed off a new packet of information for Alan to peruse, while Alan pulled up some e-mails he had been exchanging with Professor Burnet’s assistant, Lillie, in Alola about recent surges of Z-energy in the archipelago.
“But do me a favor and don’t tell Manon that Lillie and I have been talking,” Alan said dryly, as he typed his e-mail password into a web browser on the primary workstation. “She’ll never stop complaining that I didn’t wingman for her if you do.”
Augustine laughed, and promised that he wouldn’t.
The silence that fell between them as they both looked over their respective materials was both normal and comfortable, and was punctuated only by Augustine occasionally typing something into the notes document he had pulled up next to the e-mail window, or the sound of Alan clicking a pen as he read over the packet Augustine had given him. But while that was normal, there was something about it that still, however inexplicably, felt a little . . . off. Just as it had out in the garden, there was something pinging the back of Augustine’s brain. After only a few minutes of work the nagging sensation that something was off became too persistent for him to ignore, and so he chanced a look over at Alan. Alan was leaning back in his chair, his legs fully stretched out before him, the packet in one hand while he fidgeted with and clicked the pen in his other. At first glance, he looked completely engrossed in the packet. But the closer Augustine looked, the more he saw that although Alan’s brow was knitted together, he didn’t really look like he was concentrating, but rather like he was . . . upset. And for all that he seemed to be reading, it didn’t look as if his eyes were moving along the words on the page at all.
Augustine watched him for a moment more, frowning, before he asked, “Are you sure everything’s all right?”
“What?” Alan froze, mid-pen click, as he looked up at Augustine. It took only a few seconds of patient silence from Augustine for Alan to recover, and he followed through on his pen click. “No. I mean---yes. Everything’s fine.”
“All right,” Augustine said, but he didn’t need to see the way that Alan’s lips twitched into frown, his expression somehow even more troubled than before as he looked back down at the packet he was trying and failing to read, to know that ‘everything’s fine’ was a lie. “But if there is anything you want to talk about, just let me know. I’m happy to help in whatever way I can.”
“Yeah,” Alan said, clicking the pen again. He didn’t take his eyes off the page. “Thanks.”
Augustine nodded, and looked back at his computer screen.
There was no use in trying to force answers out of Alan. Or at least---it wasn’t impossible to pull answers out of Alan, to prod him into talking if need-be. Augustine did have some experience in that department. But unless it was an emergency, he didn’t like to. Pushing and poking at Alan to get him to talk always made him more upset before it helped, and that was a price that was only worth paying if the situation was dire, which this was not. At times like these, Augustine felt it best to give Alan the space he needed to sort through his thoughts. If and when he wanted to talk, he would. Augustine was sure of that. Until then, now that Alan was sure the offer was on the table should he need it, it was best to let him be.
So with that determined, Augustine returned to his work, at least as best he could. He scrolled down a little farther in the e-mail he had been reading, going over the paragraph Lillie had typed up recounting a recent battle one of the Melemele Village elders, Hala, had with Tapu Koko. But just as he finished reading the same sentence for the second time in a row to try and get the words to stick in his brain, Alan said, “I think that---do you think there’s . . . something wrong with me?”
Augustine blinked, and then looked back over at Alan with a frown. Alan hadn’t looked up; he was still staring at the page in front of him, even though it was clear he wasn’t reading it.
“No, of course I don’t,” Augustine said. “But I’m guessing there’s a specific reason why you’re asking that. Care to share?”
Alan was quiet for a moment, save for the continued rhythmic clicking of his pen. Then he said, “Do you remember Ayaka? She’s a trainer who uses mega evolution with her absol, and she participated in the League a few years ago.”
“Sure.”
“She approached me while Manon and I were having lunch, and . . . she asked me on a date.”
From there, the rest of the story spilled out. Alan explained how confused and lost he had felt for the majority of the conversation---how he had misunderstood what she meant when she said she wanted to catch up with him, and how he hadn’t realized what it was she actually wanted until she spelled it out. He explained how outraged Manon had been, and then how persistent she had been in trying to figure out what type of person he was attracted to---how she had been so sure that he had to have been attracted to someone, going so far as to suggest everyone from minors to the elderly.
“. . . but I’m not. I’ve never liked anyone like that. Not a single person.” Alan clicked his pen, twirled it between his fingers, and then resumed clicking it. By this point he had abandoned the research packet and had tossed it onto the desk, and was staring off at the opposite side of the room instead. “I’ve never wanted to date anyone. I’ve never wanted to have that kind of a relationship with anyone. Even now, thinking about it makes me feel . . .”
“Uncomfortable?” Augustine ventured.
Alan looked down at the floor, his jaw locked, before he said quietly, “This isn’t normal. I know it’s not. Everyone is attracted to someone, but I’m not. And I don’t know why this is. I don’t know why I’m like this. I don’t know why I can’t love anyone. I don’t know if maybe I was born like this, or maybe that part of me broke as a result of everything that---”
“No, stop,” Augustine said, and at long last, Alan looked back over at him. “That’s not true at all. You’re plenty capable of love.”
Alan frowned. “No, I’m---didn’t you hear what I said? I’m not---”
“I heard you say that you’re not attracted to people, but that doesn’t mean you’re incapable of love,” Augustine said. “You love Lizardon, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Alan said, and his answer was so immediate that Augustine couldn’t help but smile. “But that’s---”
“And you love me, and Gabrielle,” Augustine said.
“Yes,” Alan said again, a touch of exasperation in his voice. “But---”
“And Meyer, Clemont, Bonnie, and Manon,” Augustine continued. “You love them as well, don’t you?”
“Of course I do, but---”
“And I’m sure you love your other friends, too. Ash, Steven, Sophie, Cosette, Gladion and Lillie . . .”
“Yes, but---!”
“Then, you see?” Augustine smiled. “You love plenty of people and pokémon---so many that I can’t even name them all. You’re plenty capable of love, Alan. You’re one of the warmest people I know.”
Alan looked as if he didn’t know what to say. He turned his eyes back to the floor, the smallest of pleased smiles twitching at his lips before he pressed them together. After a moment he said quietly, “Thanks.”
Augustine smiled in turn. “I’m only speaking the truth.”
Alan started clicking his pen again, just as steadily and determined as before, and after another few seconds said, “But as much as I appreciate you saying that, it’s not what I was talking about.”
“I know,” Augustine said, and when Alan glanced at him from the corner of his eye, he continued. “You were talking about romantic love, and sexual attraction. But those two things aren’t the end-all, be-all of love. Romantic love is not the only love that exists, nor is it even the most important. And simply because you don’t feel romantic attraction or love for others doesn’t mean you can’t love them in other ways. In fact, you prove that you can, just by being yourself.”
“Okay,” Alan said. “But this still---I’m still not . . .” He gave the pen another few forceful clicks. “Knowing that still doesn’t solve the problem.”
“What problem?”
“I’m still not---I still can’t---” Alan took a breath, and exhaled it sharply. “I’ve still never felt that way about anyone. I’ve still never been attracted to anyone. And I don’t know if I can. I don’t know that I know how.”
“Well, it isn’t something that you really know, per se,” Augustine said. “Romantic and sexual attraction aren’t things you can learn. They’re simply things you experience, if you’re the type of person who experiences them.”
“And I’m not,” Alan said, and he huffed an unhappy laugh. “Once again, there’s something wrong with me.”
“No,” Augustine said firmly. “There’s nothing wrong with you. There never has been.”
“How can you say that?” Alan asked. “I’m---”
“I can say that because I’ve known you for the past seventeen years,” Augustine said. “I can say that because I raised you, and I can say that because despite whatever biases I may have in your favor, I still have a more objective perspective on you than you do, particularly when you’re upset.” Alan looked away, clicking his pen again, and Augustine said more gently, “If I thought there was something wrong with you, then I promise I would say so, because I would want to help you get better. But there is nothing wrong with you. You are not sick, and you are not broken. You are perfectly normal and well.”
Alan didn’t look at him. He continued to fidget with his pen, and chewed his tongue as he stared determinedly at the opposite wall. After a moment of watching him, Augustine turned back to the computer and opened a new tab in the web browser.
“Alan,” he said, “please come over here for a second. I have something I want you to look at.”
Alan hesitated for only a second before he rolled his chair over to the workstation, and in the time it took him to do that, Augustine pulled up the website for a reputable Kalosean LGBTQA center---and in particular, their page detailing aromanticism and asexuality. He scooted his own chair to the side so that Alan could have a more comfortable view of the screen, and then gestured to it.
“Please read that,” he said, “and tell me if it sounds familiar.”
Alan glanced at him only briefly before he did as requested. Unlike before, when he had tried to force himself to focus on the packet, his eyes skimmed along the lines on the website. And while he had started off frowning at it, his expression just as unhappy and skeptical as it had been before, the longer he read, the more his expression relaxed. There was still a pinch of confusion between his eyes, but it was tempered by a light of realization that Augustine recognized. By the time Alan finished reading and sat back, a look of stunned disbelief on his face as he still stared at the page, Augustine was smiling.
“Well?” Augustine prompted. “Does that sound familiar?”
“. . . Yes,” Alan said after a moment, and he looked back over at Augustine at last. “There are other people like this?”
“Like you,” Augustine corrected mildly. “And yes, there are. Plenty of them, in fact.”
Alan looked back at the computer screen, and scrolled back up the page. “And it isn’t . . . caused by anything? I’m not like this because of anything---or everything---that happened?”
“Is being sexually or romantically attracted to others caused by anything?” Augustine asked. “Do people who experience attraction to others experience it because of something that happened to them in their lives?”
“. . . No. But---”
“Then why would aromanticism or asexuality be caused by anything, hm?” Augustine put his hand on Alan’s shoulder. “Alan, listen to me. There are plenty of asexual people in the world, and there are plenty of aromantic people in the world, too. And among all of those people, there are some who are both aromantic and asexual. It’s who they are---it’s how they were born. And those people are just as normal, and just as valid, as anyone who experiences any form of romantic or sexual attraction to others. If you are aromantic and asexual---and it sounds as though you are---then the same applies to you. You are normal. You are valid. And you are perfect just the way you are.”
Alan swallowed, and was quiet for a long moment. Finally, he looked back at Augustine, and asked quietly, “Really?”
Augustine wasn’t sure which part in specific Alan was referring to, but then, he supposed it didn’t really matter. “Absolutely.”
Alan looked away again, back down at the pen in his hands, and he slowly twirled it between his fingers. Augustine watched him for a moment, letting him have some time to his own thoughts, before he asked, “Do you feel a bit better?”
A small, but sincere and warm, smile unfurled on Alan’s lips. He nodded, and his smile grew as he looked back at Augustine, who could not help but smile in response.
Anyone asked Alain yet for the meme? If not, Alain, Manon, Steven, and Sycamore~!
Alan:
sexual orientation headcanon
Aromantic asexual! And if I can finish it (it’s at thirteen pages right now, and I’m near the end, I just—!), I should have a fic exploring him discovering this posted for Pride Month. (Yes, we’re two days out from the end of Pride Month, and I have another fic due on the 30th, and I’m still struggling to finish this, orz.)
But essentially, Alan is as aroace as it is possible to get. He does not feel romantic nor sexual attraction for anyone, period. As I’ve mentioned before, he never once shows any kind of attraction toward anyone during his time on the show, which is notable for the Kalos saga due to how many characters openly and blatantly expressed romantic attraction to others (including Alan’s own papa, what with the way Sycamore blatantly hit on Meyer like that). Alan is aware that romantic and sexual attraction are things that exist for other people—that other people get into relationships and the like—but it’s not something that he ever experiences himself, and usually it’s so far from his mind that he doesn’t even realize when others are hitting on him / when others take the things he says as flirtations (such as, I headcanon that Ayaka thought he was flirting with her in TSME 1 when he said that it was an honor to be complimented by her, but he wasn’t—he just genuinely meant that in a respectful way, because he’s a nice person).
Additionally, while he’s not romance repulsed (he’s not interested, but it also doesn’t skeeve him out), he is sex-repulsed to an extent. Like, it doesn’t bother him that other people have sex, and he doesn’t mind if they talk about it in front of him / doesn’t mind discussions about it, particularly since it’s something that occurs in nature with pokémon and whatnot. It’s a thing that happens. But the idea of having sex or being involved in a sexual act himself is one that does skeeve him out and make him uncomfortable. He’s not only not sexually attracted to others, and is not only not at all interested in participating, but the idea of participating makes him uncomfortable to the point of wanting to up and leave. It’s not a huge, drastic thing, but it still is a thing nonetheless. It’s a part of who he is.
mental illness / neurodivergent headcanon
Right off the bat, he absolutely has complex post-traumatic stress disorder, otherwise known as C-PTSD, as a result of being an abuse survivor. Based on canon alone, he definitely has it as a result of being emotionally abused by Lysandre over a period of years (two in my headcanon, but the exact time frame is unspecified in canon; all we can tell is that it was quite a long time). If we add the backstory I created for him to that, then he had C-PTSD even prior to that as a result of his abusive early childhood in Isolé Village. Living with Sycamore helped mitigate his symptoms and helped him heal considerably (particularly since Sycamore rescued him from Isolé Village when he was so little, and raised him for the seven years following), but when he was recruited into Lysandre’s service, the emotional abuse that Lysandre doled out on him reawakened and exacerbated the symptoms that, while latent, were already there. (Keep in mind, too, that C-PTSD can often strongly resemble a personality disorder when it occurs in childhood / adolescence—it shapes the way one grows and develops, and affects how they come to see and interact with the world. So this isn’t something that can ever be healed completely, nor is it something that will just “go away”. While Alan can and certainly will recover from his trauma, his C-PTSD is something he is going to be living with for the rest of his life, and something that has shaped him as a person.)
In addition to C-PTSD, I do think that he’s prone to clinical depression, as well as an anxiety disorder. His depression, while chronic, tends to not be severe unless it’s working in conjunction with his C-PTSD (in the sense that, his depression is acting up again while he’s also suffering a guilt / shame spiral as a result of his trauma, hence everything is exacerbated and the depression is a lot worse than it would be if it was just the depression acting up on its own). His anxiety, on the other hand, does tend to be more severe, particularly because Alan has the type of brain that never shuts up. Once he gets started thinking about something that stresses him out, he has a difficult time distracting himself from it. He’ll keep thinking about it, and think about it some more, and think about it even more, and this leads him on anxiety spiral that can spiral right down into a panic attack. (Of course, the problem is that Alan also tends to stifle his reactions to things and shut down / close in on himself, so it can be hard to spot. Yes, he’s having a panic attack, but since he shuts down and just goes silent, it can be damn near impossible for others to tell. That said, sometimes his panic attacks get so bad that he actually vomits, so … that’s a little more noticeable, even if he’ll usually try to get somewhere private (or at least with just Lizardon) before it gets to that point.)
So yes, he has C-PTSD, depression, and a major anxiety disorder. Fun times!
3 random headcanons
Only three? Heheh. I’ll try to share three new ones.
At some point in the Immortality AU he gets a massive sycamore tree tattoo on his back. It’s purely in black ink, and is rather stylized, but he got it as a tribute to his father, as well as … well … a reminder of his roots. ;)(… I’ll see myself out.)
He knows how to pick locks. Specifically, he knows how to pick locks with a paperclip. Even more specifically, he knows how to pick handcuff locks with a paperclip, and had to do this once when he was ten (which is also the time he discovered he could figure out how to do this). Yes, there is a story there, and yes, it will be written eventually. But the point is, he can pick other locks, too, if you give him a paperclip and enough time to work it. (And it doesn’t necessarily have to be a paperclip—a bobby pin could work too—but it’s just that a paperclip was what he had on him at the time, when he was ten. He was a lab assistant, what do you expect?)
Alan has various social media accounts, but he hardly uses any of them. Like, he has a Tripter, but he hasn’t updated it in months and probably doesn’t even remember it exists on the regular. He has a FateBook (and has had one for years), but he rarely posts things himself and changes his profile picture once in a blue moon. He does comment on other people’s statuses and the like, but again, his activity there is still pretty minimal, even then. (He’s also very selective about who he adds on FB. He has a very small Friends List, and even though the Friend Requests start piling up (much to his alarm) after he becomes Champion (and tbh he even had quite a few after winning the League), he just kind of … lets them sit.) Manon pestered him until he created a blog on Shakr, and so he does have one there, but … it still has the default theme. He has never posted anything. He never reblogs anything, either. No one even knows it’s his. He’s just not interested.That said, the one social media account that he does update at least semi-regularly? Immedigram. While he rarely adds captions to his photos, he takes a decent amount of pictures with his PokéNav Plus (or whatever the newest model is—Steven makes sure he stays current), and he uploads them to IG whenever he does. He has quite a few followers because, in all honesty, some of the pictures he takes while flying with Lizardon are downright beautiful. (And there are a lot of sky / dawn / dusk / star pictures. He … really likes the sky. It calms him.) So there is that, at least, even if Manon still thinks that his social media participation could use a lot more work. (Steven agrees. Alan just rolls his eyes and ignores them.)
Manon:
sexual orientation headcanon
She’s a lesbian, Harold.
Manon likes girls. She likes pretty girls! And this is something that’s always been a part of her, even before she consciously realized that she had pretty strong crushes on pretty girls right out of the gate. But once she hits her teen years it doesn’t take her long to realize that she really, really likes pretty girls, and from there to realize that she really only likes pretty girls. Like, guys are okay, she guesses—but they just don’t make her heart flutter the way girls do. Moreover, Manon being Manon, once she realizes this about herself she’s pretty okay with it. And by “pretty okay”, I mean that once Manon has a crush on someone, she goes after that person. She is not afraid to outright flirt with someone she is interested in, or outright ask them on a date, or outright tell Alan about how she found her future wife and they are going to get married and adopt three children and he better be her best man at her wedding.
“What’s her last name?” Alan asks.
“I’m—it’s—” Manon waves a hand dismissively. “I’ll get to that part. I’ll find out. It won’t matter ‘cause she’ll take mine, anyway.”
“Uh-huh.”
“What do you mean, ‘uh-huh’? What’s that tone for? Why do you always sound so disbelieving whenever I tell you I’m getting married?!”
“I think you just answered your own question.”
“Hmph! Keep this up, and I won’t let you be my best man!!”
(For the record, he’s not her best man when she gets married. He is the one, given the absence of a father in her life, to walk her down the aisle, though.)
mental illness / neurodivergent headcanon
While I’m by no means an expert on it, I can absolutely see Manon with ADD, as well as dyslexia. She tends to talk fast and jumps from idea to idea, and some of her most common questions have to do with words or vocabulary, which could stem from a difficulty with reading (like, if she has dyslexia + has difficulties focusing on the page, then learning new words could be a challenge). These two things tend to frustrate her and make her feel stupid at times, because if she was smarter she wouldn’t have such problems—but of course she’s not stupid at all. She just has a learning disability / neurodivergence, and that’s okay because she learns in different ways, particularly once she learns how to work around her learning disability / neurodivergence to find the learning styles that work for her.
(Bonus: She had no idea that she had either of those, but Alan noticed her mixing up words / letters when reading or writing, thought it might be dyslexia, and talked to Sycamore about it the next time they talked. The three of them sat down and discussed things, did some research, one thing led to another and that’s how Manon had some pretty big questions answered for her. Who knew.)
3 random headcanons
Manon loves flowers and plants of all types, which is a big part of the reason why she ends up specializing in grass-types (to the point of becoming the grass-type specialist of the Kalosean Elite Four). When she’s older she’s almost always wearing a (fresh) flower crown in her hair, along with hair clips that are shaped like leaves. She also gets flower tattoos along her arms, with each flower representing a different important person in her life. Also, while I always imagined that she would evolve Hari-san into a chesnaught someday, lately I’ve been toying with the idea that maybe he stays a chespin forever, similarly to how Pikachu will forever be Pikachu. People can laugh, but Hari-san can be the most dependable pokémon in Kalos even if he never evolves—he could be strong regardless. I’m not sold on that yet, but I’ve been toying with it lately anyway. (Besides, it’s not like he can mega evolve—that’s for Fushi-kun the venusaur—so there’s no reason why he has to evolve all the way …)
Yvonne ends up becoming her rival. She is high-key outraged when she learns that Alan helped Yvonne pick her starter pokémon / gave her advice. (“Alan, don’t help her, she’s my rival!!”) They end up becoming friends (girlfriends??) later on in life, but it’s a hot rivalry there for a while, particularly since Yvonne picked fennekin, which has a type advantage over … well, Hari-san, but also the rest of Manon’s team.
She gets her ears pierced when she gets older. Let me be more specific: She gets her ears really pierced when she gets older. Not only the standard piercings, but also piercings all the way down her cartilage, on both sides. She doesn’t get gauges, though; those are gross, even to her.
Steven:
sexual orientation headcanon
I’m … not actually sure, to be honest. I really don’t have a firm grasp on Steven; sometimes I feel demiromantic demisexual, but then I also think that he recognized that Sycamore was damn fine when they first met and was only half-joking when he asked Alan if Sycamore was seeing anyone. (And even then, the half-joke just came from the fact that Steven is actually in a happy relationship with Wallace, and wouldn’t pursue Sycamore anyway; he was just curious because, damn, Sycamore might be ten years his senior, but he is still attractive in basically every way.) He obviously doesn’t have a bond with Sycamore at the time, which would suggest that he’s not demisexual, but … I don’t have a clear read on his orientation, still.
That said, it’s entirely possible that he’s still demiromantic, and maybe … pansexual? Homosexual? Allosexual without a clear boundary even though he’s never been attracted to women? Something else?? Like I said, I don’t really have a firm idea here, haha. Maybe I’ll just cheat and say that Steven has never felt the need to identify with anything specific because his feelings are what they are, he’s in a happy relationship for now, that’s all that really matters. He is Not Straight™, and that’s all he knows, and that is all he cares to know, and if anyone wants to have a problem with him not being more specific, they are free to take it up with his metagross.
(No one ever takes it up with Metagross.)
mental illness / neurodivergent headcanon
I don’t really see anything here either, haha. ;; Nothing about his behavior really stands out to me, personally, as reminiscent of a mental illness or neurodivergence.
(Though that said, now I’m laughing a bit, because when Alan sends out Lizardon to fight the Primal Legendaries in TSME 3, Steven expresses exasperation at how Alan went and just did that without giving any warning, because it’s reckless and dangerous and why can’t Alan at least communicate these plans or ask for help instead of just doing everything by himself, and I just—okay, well, we can’t all be neurotypical, Steven. =P)
3 random headcanons
His relationship with Wallace is straight up childhood best friends to lovers. Wallace was pretty much the only friend he had growing up (because Wallace only ever treated him like Steven, versus treating him like the heir to Devon Corporation), and as such they have a level of emotional intimacy that is nigh unparalleled. That said, they also have a level of comfort with each other that can lead to things like—well, like this. (They really do love each other, but sometimes Steven drives Wallace a little nuts and Wallace is not afraid to let him know.)
Although he does genuinely love steel-types (and rock-types as well) due to his fondness for precious stones and rocks and the like, part of the reason why he chose to specialize in those types as a child is because he has an allergy to various pokémon dander. The severity of the allergy depends on the pokémon, and to be honest he’s not even entirely sure he knows all of the pokémon he’s allergic to, but when it comes to pokémon with fur, there is a definite risk that if he spends time around them / comes in contact with their dander, he will start to get hives, and might even have some trouble breathing. (This is also part of why he very often wears long sleeves; it creates less risk for him to come in contact with pokémon dander while out and about, and therefore less risk for his allergy to trigger, just in case.) Such an allergy can be treated, of course, but it can also make training difficult (not to mention emotionally painful, if he couldn’t even pet his own pokémon without hives breaking out), so he sticks to pokémon without fur, which thankfully, steel-types and rock-types have plenty of.
He is gorgeous, and he is a fantastic dancer, but he cannot sing for anything. It is said that children have been moved to tears by his singing, and trust me, those are not tears of joy. Never invite him to karaoke night. There will be much regret.
Sycamore:
sexual orientation headcanon
He’s gay. Like, 100% into men only. Although he has always been a rather charming person and finds it easy to charm women (something he often does unintentionally—he can’t help it, he’s just charming by nature!), when it comes to romantic or sexual interest he has only ever been attracted in men. He realized this about himself in his early teen years, and has readily embraced it ever since.
mental illness / neurodivergent headcanon
Sycamore has struggled with chronic depression for pretty much his entire life, the severity of which varies depending on where he is in his life at the time (so like, it was really bad in university, but it’s not nearly as powerful and is much more easily fought in adulthood, when he has his dream job and a happy family). He also has experience with an anxiety disorder, as well as that fun cycle of “I’m too depressed to get up and go to class, but now I’m anxious about failing my classes, and the potential for failure worsens my depression, and my worsened depression increases my chances of failing, which then heightens my anxiety, and …” And so on and so forth. That was a monster to deal with in university, let me tell you. (Fortunately, he wasn’t alone. As much as Fulbert might have grumbled, he did help Sycamore where he could. There’s a reason they remained friends after university, and the fact that Fulbert not only used tough love such as flipping Sycamore’s mattress to get him out of bed in dire circumstances, but also helped Sycamore complete some of his coursework on top of the work Fulbert had to do for his own program, is part of it.)
3 random headcanons
He doesn’t drink very often, but he is the lightest of lightweights when he does. He really only ever drinks wine when he does drink alcohol, but it only takes about two glasses (if that) before he is slap-happy drunk. One time he and Meyer had some wine with dinner (while at home), and that was the first time Meyer had ever seen Sycamore drink, and it was not very long before Sycamore decided that it was time to enact some Risky Business. It was a good night.
He really likes cereal. Like, a lot. Not even just a specific kind of cereal, but all kinds of cereal (well, all kinds of cereal that you eat with milk and a spoon in a baseball helmet bowl, anyway—oatmeal is not really his thing). He will eat it for any meal or snack of the day, and sometimes all of them if he can get away with it and doesn’t have a small child he needs to set an example for. He just … really enjoys cereal, okay.
As notorious as he is for bad fashion, one of his favorite parts of taking Alan in when Alan was five was buying him all kinds of cute little kid clothes and merchandise and things. (I mean, he loves pretty much every aspect of (unofficially) adopting that boy, but you know.) In his eyes, pretty much every article of clothing and accessory available for purchase was absolutely adorable, to the point where he could hardly stand it at times. Like, for instance, one of the shirts Sycamore bought him had a rockruff rolling around on the front, with the words “Rock ‘n’ Roll!” Another one had a cubchoo on it and said “Chill Out!” He bought Alan light-up shoes, and also a plush komala backpack where the actual backpack part of it was the log, which unzipped at the top (the komala was purely a plush). For the orange theme day of Alan’s first Festival de la Vie (when he was still five) he got him a charizard hoodie that had wings on the back, spikes on the head to resemble charizard, and sleeves that ended in clawed gloves (with little holes on the bottoms of the sleeves so Alan could stick his hands through). It also had a detachable flame tail. Alan wore it for weeks and Sycamore probably has about a hundred pictures. But really, though, Sycamore just found all the little kid fashion to be so cute and would spontaneously buy shirts or what have you for Alan for the sole reason that he thought they were cute, and it was honestly one of his favorite things to do. He frickin’ loved it.(Also, I haven’t decided if Kalos has a Halloween equivalent yet, but if they do, imagine that when Alan was five or six, Sycamore decided on a werewolf costume for him, based on rockruff. And because it’s always fun for the parents to dress up to take the kids trick-or-treating too, he dressed up as a werewolf based on lycanroc. PAPA (WERE)WOLF WITH LITTLE (WERE)WOLF PUPPER. ADORABLE. Fulbert threatened to call CPS but Sycamore felt it was #WORTH IT.)
“Even though I didn’t know the Director’s true goal, I still assisted him toward it. I caused trouble for many people and pokémon by making this perhaps irredeemable mistake . . .”
So would Manon try to prank Alan with those normal looking but actually super spicy gummy bears? And then be SUPER wierded out when he just eats a handful of them without flinching?
Oh my god … absolutely she would.
And she’d really have to work at it, too—like, he wouldn’t really want them at first, because while he loves sweets, he’s not very big on gummy sweets. Gummy bears are at least better than gummy worms, but they’re still not his favorite and so when she first offers them to him, he doesn’t really want them. (And I imagine, by the by, that he’s still at the lab at this time, and that while Manon has resumed her own, independent journey, she’s taking a break from her travels to visit.)
“No thanks,” he says, and Manon—both hands wrapped tightly around the gummy bear pouch so that he can’t see what they are—puffs out her cheeks in a pout.
“Aww, come on! They’re really, really good! They’re my favorite kind!” she says, and she waves them in front of his face. He raises his eyebrows, but doesn’t move to take any. “They’re super tasty, right, Hari-san?”
Hari-san is actually frowning a little, because he doesn’t really want any part in this, because he thinks Manon is probably playing with fire a little bit by pranking Alan—but he’s not going to leave her high and dry, so he nods.
“If they’re so good, why don’t you eat them?” Alan asks.
“Because—because I want to share them with you! Because I bought this pack for you! Because I know you like sweet things and wanted to get some candy for you.” These things all conflict with each other, at least somewhat, but once Manon starts babbling it’s hard for her to stop. She shakes the pouch a little more insistently toward him. “So come on, come on, try some!”
He’s still somewhat bemused, but he relents with a sigh and reaches into the pouch. Manon barely suppresses a grin of glee as she sees that he has no less than three in his hand, and that he pops all of them into his mouth with reckless abandon. He chews for a moment, Manon biting her bottom lip to keep from laughing. It takes a moment, but then Alan blinks in surprise, looking at the gummy bears pouch with interest.
“Hm,” he says, and Manon stares, dumbfounded, as he runs his tongue along his teeth. “That was interesting.”
“That’s it?” Manon says, and he looks back at her, an eyebrow raised again. “That’s it? That’s all? They were just interesting?”
“They didn’t taste very fruity,” he says. “What kind did you say they were?”
“I don’t believe this! How were you not—did they not work?” Manon lifts the pouch up so that she can look at the front again, thinking that perhaps she grabbed the wrong pouch—but no, she didn’t. These are the habanero gummy bears, so how—? “Maybe they’re not really that bad?”
“They were supposed to be bad?” Alan narrows his eyes a little. “I thought they were your favorite?”
Manon ignores him, shaking a couple of the bears into her hand. Perched on her shoulder, Hari-san issues a cry of warning—but it’s too late. She pops the gummy bears in her mouth and chews vigorously, determined to know just how badly her prank failed—
And that’s when it hits her.
The habanero peppers flare to life on her tongue, and with a startled cry she drops the pouch of gummy bears. Alan picks it up to examine it as she claps her hands over her mouth, and then—the fire on her tongue growing by the second—makes a mad dash for the kitchen. She doesn’t stop until she reaches the sink, and though she’s still a bit too short to lean comfortably over it, she hoists herself up on the edge, balancing on her stomach, so she can put her mouth beneath the tap and pour as much water over her tongue as possible.
She only manages for a second before she feels someone grab the back of her shirt and tug her down.
“A-Alan!” she gasps, water dribbling down the front of her shirt. She hastily wipes her still burning mouth, glaring at him. “Stop, I nee—!”
“Water will only make it worse,” he tells her. He’s already grabbing a glass from the cupboard, and after he sets it on the counter, he pulls open the door to the fridge to reach for something else—milk, she realizes. “Chili peppers have capsaicin in them, which is what causes the burning. Because of the chemical make-up of capsaicin and water, water will only spread the capsaicin around your mouth, which will make the burning worse. On the other hand, dairy will help.” He holds out the glass of milk, and without wasting a beat wondering or asking about the scientific specifics behind what he just said, Manon swipes the glass from his hand and chugs it. It doesn’t negate the pain immediately, the burn starts to fade as she downs the milk, and she holds the glass back out to him when she’s finished. Alan refills it, but before he lets her take it back he says, “Drink it slowly this time. If you drink it too fast, you’ll get sick.”
“But my mouth hurts,” Manon says.
“That’s your own fault,” Alan says, and Manon scowls at him. He holds the glass of milk out to her. “Slowly.”
She takes it, and just as he advised, drinks it more slowly this time. The burning fades, and Manon breathes a sigh of relief. She spares a glance at Hari-san, who is staring at her with a look of exasperation, worry, and I-told-you that she doesn’t think she really wants to see right now, so she looks back at Alan. He’s still watching her, and now that her tongue is less fiery and it’s easier to talk she demands, “Hey, why didn’t the capseesin—”
“Capsaicin.”
“—bother you, anyway? You ate more gummy bears than me and everything.”
Alan shrugs. “Spicy foods don’t really bother me. Never have.”
“But those weren’t just spicy. Those were, like, super mega spicy!” Manon says, and she waves her arms to try and make her point. (Thankfully, the milk glass is empty enough so none of it splashes on the floor. “They were like—take regular spicy peppers, and mega evolve them, and that’s what these were! It was like spicy peppers mega evolved and then were stuffed into gummy bears!”
“Peppers can’t mega evolve,” Alan says, a sigh in his voice.
Manon glowers at him. “I know that, I’m saying it’s just like if peppers mega evolved, that’s how spicy these gummy bears are! So why didn’t they burn you?” She eyes him shrewdly for a moment before asking, “You’re part-charizard, aren’t you? That’s why you have such a special connection with Lizardon. It’s because you’re not really human—you’re part dragon!” She looks back over at Hari-san, who is now staring at her with wide eyes. “Right? You think so too, right, Hari-san?”
There’s a dawning smile on Hari-san’s face as he bobs his head in fervent agreement. “Rima!” he says, and Manon beams at him.
Alan rolls his eyes, and turns to leave the kitchen and return to his research notes in the other room. “Put a little more forethought into whatever pranks you want to pull off in the future,” he says, “so they don’t backfire on you next time.”
As he turns the corner to exit the kitchen there’s the barest trace of a smirk on his lips, and while Manon feels so stricken by the words she can hardly believe just came out of his mouth, all it takes is one more exchanged wide-eyed look with Hari-san (confirmation that she didn’t just dream it, that he really did just make a pun out of her gummy bear-induced torment) for her to charge after him.
“Don’t say that and just walk off like—like it was nothing! And hey, I did think about this, I’ve been planning it for a week, it’s not my fault you’re some kind of weird dragon person—!”
I was scrolling through your relationship tag between Manon and Alan and I keep thinking about Alan doing that Level 3 Bond Phenomenon thing you headcanonned, and then a little while later (after he's not dying anymore) Manon starts bothering him like "So... *People* don't mega evolve, huh?"
djksldfsd that is too funny. I'm torn on whether she would or not!
On the one hand: as you mentioned, mega evolution without the stones does a lot of damage to the involved parties. Just off the cuff Alan would suffer temporary blindness, bouts of unconsciousness (maybe a coma for a few days?), damage to his throat and vocal chords which would leave him with a raspy voice for a while, ice pick migraines that would come on randomly for years to come, retinal migraines that would come on randomly for years to come, joint pain . . . it's not easy on the body, to put it lightly, and it's something he'd feel the effects of for years to come. And it's not easy on the pokémon, either; the process that Lizardon undergoes normally with the stones would be magnified tenfold, along with him taking on Alan's psyche during the process (just as Alan did his) and all the issues that come with it. So he'd also be going through it for a while*.
So with all of that, I can't see Manon really wanting to make jokes about it, at least not for a long time. Keeping in mind the context of the story that causes this to happen in the first place (tl;dr she would have thought Alan was actually dead for a few weeks prior to this happening) and I can't see her cracking jokes about it for a while at least. But if at some point she did, I could see Alan just responding very flatly, "They shouldn't." And then, if he felt up to it, explaining to her how science works with hypotheses and experiments to prove or disprove hypotheses and all that. (And if he didn't, then asking Sophie or Cosette to do it instead lmao.)
(*This would have been after weeks of brutal experimentation done on both of them, honestly more akin to torture, so they'd be going through it for plenty of other reasons as well. These boys can fit so much trauma in them. But the Lvl 3 mega evolution sans stones really didn't make things easier in the aftermath.)
Thinking about how it's likely that one of the reasons Manon likes Alan so much is that he not only answers her questions when she has them (and she's a curious kid, she has a lot of them), but also that he doesn't condescend to her when he does. Like he does bluntly correct her at times ("it's the pokémon that mega evolves, not the person"), and sometimes is a little exasperated if he's repeating himself, but in being blunt like that he's also speaking to her with respect in a way, talking to her like he would anyone else even though she's a kid and a far less experienced trainer. He doesn't look down on her for not knowing things, he just answers her questions, and never gets irritated with her for asking them. And for a curious kid who likes asking questions and who we know was brushed off and ignored by at least one adult in the show (Lysandre), having a cool big brother figure who is patient and treats her questions as legitimate and not annoying or embarrassing is probably a huge plus.
