#lear x reader

[leggerefiore]

[accapella-songfield-uwu]

Hear me out again: the guys with an S/O who can be best described as an antisocial grump who is only social and sweet with them. (Also, thank you for the cyrus content. it fuels my soul)

Oh boy, cranky S/O is so fun because it’s like owning a pissy cat. I’ve decided to give you some weird partial drabbles about how you idiots meet and the aftermath.

BOYS! EVERYONE IS GETTING A CAT, NO THIS IS NOT NEGOTIABLE.

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AZ:

-Meets you on a train after you get done with a horrible day at work. You’re sitting in the only spot next to a space big enough for him to sit down because f*ck being near people. People are staring at him the whole time but you aren’t. Because again, f*ck people.

-He can hear you grumbling, and tries to ignore it at first, but he’s become such a compassionate man in his wizened age, and he finally just cracks and decides to offer a metaphorical hand.

AZ: “Have you had a long day, my dear?”

You: *Glowering and grumpy, not looking at him.*

AZ, sighing: “I understand your anger. It will pass with time, but for now, there is no shame in the feeling. Would you like to discuss it? I have no qualms with lending an ear.”

-You finally look at him and oh my GOD that is a big dude, he is MASSIVE. It’s so jarring that it breaks the anger spell in half and yeets it out the window. You just nod dumbly, and start telling him about your sh*tty day.

-You end up getting offered his phone number afterward, and he calls you later from what must be a really old phone. You both end up becoming friends and you even start offering to visit.

-You’re still a sourpuss and although you’re cordial with everyone, you only really seem to like AZ. It bothers him a little bit that you seem to dislike the kids, as he adores them and being around him often involves being around them too.

-You would likely just remain friends as he is, at least now, more social. Besides, you end up just becoming another found family member. You get along with the kids eventually.

L:

-He meets you in a parking lot, late at night. He happens to be in the area when you leave work, and catches movement out of the corner of his good eye behind you. Someone has followed you, and you aren’t aware until you hear a yell and a scuffle behind you all of the sudden.

-L has put himself between you and the stalker, and since he is pretty massive himself, he’s pretty intimidating. The stalker slinks off, and you realize what happened, or rather, what was about to happen before this random homeless guy intervened.

-L only glances back to be sure you get in the car and lock the door, waiting around until you pull out of the parking lot before he finally wanders off, tailed by a pokemon you’re not familiar with. You’re not normally one to trust people, but this guy quite literally just saved your ass.

-You bring a few items for him in the blind hope that you’ll run into the guy again. The next time you do though, it’s unfortunately when you’re in the middle of arguing with someone about them scuffing your vehicle really badly in the grocery store parking lot. You huff as the person drives off in a rage, and nearly hits poor L in the process.

-He notices how your behavior immediately changes when you see him, how you soften and scramble over to him to see if he’s okay. It surprises him a lot that you seem to like him so much. He’s even more shocked when you bring him over to your car and pull out the things you brought for him. He’s extremely grateful.

-Eventually you bring him home, and of course it leads to you two developing feelings because look at that charming smile! He does notice how cranky you seem to be with others, despite how loving and cuddly you are with him. He worries a little for you, but it also gives him a selfish sense of satisfaction.

Lysandre:

-Meets you at a social dinner for the Kalos elite. You got brought in as someone’s arm candy but the person severely underestimated your aggression toward being brought to social events.

-After an argument outside, you storm off to some other corner and discover a garden off to the side of the main event room. You wander over there, grumbling about how people suck and wondering how the hell you’re supposed to get home now. You, of course, bump into a person standing somewhere close to the path. They’re in a dark spot so you don’t see them

You: *Cranky and slightly tipsy* “Move jackass.”

Lys: *Blinks and raises an eyebrow* “I beg your pardon?”

Lysandre steps out from the dark and you turn to yell. Oh, that’s a big man. Where and how the hell was he hiding?l Well so much for yelling, the words die instantly in your throat. You’re not going to be the dumbass to piss this guy off.

Lys: “Ugly words often leads to ugly situations. Perhaps you’d like to try again?”

You: *Oh no he’s hot*

-You end up begrudgingly apologizing and Lysandre accepts it, inquiring as to what that reaction was about and if there’s something he can do to help. You’re shocked that one of these socialites would give a sh*t about it, so you tell him you don’t have a way home because the jerk who brought you here doesn’t want anything to do with you. He offers and you say no, not wanting to owe someone else a favor.

-He gives you his phone number, his actual personal one not his secretary’s phone number, and tells you to call if you needed anything. No pressure, just wants to offer a hand. You end up texting him when the party ends because you still don’t have a way home. He and his chauffeur take you home in his fancy car.

-Surprisingly sweet and doesn’t even try to hit on you. Just offers to let you vent because he absolutely understands being dragged along as eye candy for a socialite and haaaates it (Women would fight over him at events, that’s why he always goes alone. If he brought a date the poor person would be murdered. So he often finds himself begrudgingly on a woman’s arm that he doesn’t know and being pulled along to meet her friends.)

-You two end up getting close after a lot of late night phone calls and hilariously you bailing him out of stuff. He just comes and hides with you because he cannot deal with the public today. He doesn’t mind that you bare your teeth socially at people. He prefers having someone tough that he doesn’t have to be as worried over.

Cyrus:

- Oh boy this guy. So forget actively meeting him anywhere in public, you two idiots meet online in some kind of chat forum. Cyrus struggles with small bouts of loneliness and has used small online spaces that tend to talk about technology to rectify that. You happen to be in one of those spaces.

-You both have an avid interest in legendary pokemon and their energy’s usage in technology. Yours is because you’ve met Regieleki and wonder if its electrical output could be used to power Galar, where you live. Cyrus, obviously, is using Dialga and Palkia to warp reality, but he claims it’s to alter the power consumption in Sinnoh where he lives.

-You guys end up chatting a little bit about it, and whenever he goes on and sees you online, he messages you a silly gif of a chatot wiggling aggressively at a cup. He’s such a goofball with you and you decide that you like this one.

-After almost three years of knowing each other, his fall in Sinnoh and subsequently telling you what he did, he stops messaging for a while. You keep feeling compelled to check on him. The next time he responds is 6 months later, and you tell him you were about ready to fly to Sinnoh and hunt him down yourself. He messages back “Do it”.

-You scare the sh*t out of him three days later by sending him a screenshot of your plane tickets and he scrambles to get to the correct airport. He can’t just leave you alone there that’s not okay.

-You show up and are regretting this sooooo much there’s too many people. You land in Sinnoh and immediately make for the exit to get the hell away from all of these people. You get a message from Cyrus asking if you’re really here, and when you message him back, you hear a distinct ping of that same app from someone’s phone nearby. You and Cyrus spot each other for the first time, him sat on a bench outside. He sends you the Chatot gif whilst staring directly at you, and when you get the ping and look at your phone, you realize that that’s him.

-He stands politely to greet you, only to get slammed into because you throw yourself into him and nuzzle right into his coat. He’s caught so off guard, but awkwardly pats your back. You’re just glad he’s okay..and that he actually showed up.

-He appreciates the fact that you aren’t social, because he’s the exact same way. You two just curl up in the corner like two pissy meowths that only like each other. It’s adorable and irritating because when Cyrus is with you nothing gets done.

Lear:

-Meets you at the PML tournament, where else?? You’re both growling at each other like angry primapes because you’re being forced to socialize specifically with each other and you hate it.

-You two fight like assholes every time you battle and even your pokemon start getting sick of it. You stop responding to Lear’s challenges and just start avoiding him. He comes looking for you eventually and demands to know what made you run.

-You literally do the “you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid” and the stupid man, the sweet little dumbass, takes that as a challenge and just does it.

-You’re more surprised by the fact that you like it than the fact that he grabbed the collar of your shirt and kissed you. You two luvdiscs end up making out for like 15 minutes before he finally lets go.

-You guys stop fighting after that. It’s really weird and simple but turns out you two just had a weird little crush on the other and didn’t know how to express it because you didn’t want to talk to anyone and you didn’t want to tell each other.

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I think I got a little off track with this, but it turned out okay. Don’t mind Lear he’s like 20 and has no social skills he’s an idiot.

If you have a prompt you’d like me to try. Please feel free to send an ask!

[thedarkcircuswritings]

🎉 The (Late) New Years 🎉

Shadow Milk is definately very delighted when you want to spend New Year's Eve with him, mostly because he knows that you'll be his even after the ball drops.

After all, who else would you rather be intertwined with other than the beastly jester himself?

Shadow Milk uses strings to wrap around your waist and pull you in close for the last kiss of the year.

After that will be the biggest party the jester has ever created! A party is needed for New Years, after all!

Even so, Shadow Milk still spends most of his time with you, giving you kisses all over and clinging onto you eagerly. Why would he ever want to leave the side of his doll?

He still hasn't let go of you, even when the party comes to an end.

Fancypants, of course, also holds a party on New Year's Eve, although it is something much more upper-class and luxurious, with sparkling water, the best foods chefs can offer, and even a front-row seat to a classy fireworks show.

Even with all of the sparkles and flashes, his eyes are still on his most expensive thing yet: you.

Fancypants is at your every beck and call, making sure everything is perfect for you on this night. After all, you deserve the world!

Starlo feels his heart skip a beat when you decide to spend New Years Eve with him, and he's one clingy cowboy for the night, smothering you with kisses and reminding you how much he loves you.

There's nothing too fancy for when it becomes the New Years, simply spending the night with Starlo, keeping him close, and wrapping each other up with sweet nothings.

Hornet doesn't exactly celebrate New Year's Eve or New Years, considering her society is much different than ours, but she does have something to show you when you decide to spend the night with her.

Instead of sparkling juice or loud fireworks, the night sky is lit up with soft fireflies that dance in coordinated precision, creating a quiet ballet for you and her to admire until the sun begins to rise.

When the morning sun hits your faces, Hornet bows to you and asks for you to be her first duel for the new year. It would be an honor to be her first fight to be with you, after all.

Lear has made many extravagant and luxurious preparations to this day. He's a prince, after all, he has to make all of these spectacular things happen... and yet his eyes stay on you for the night, and he can't pull his gaze away ever since you chose to spend your New Years with him.

Even as the cheers of trainers and Pokemon surround the night, Lear's mind is on you, wondering if this will be the year he could make you his royalty.

Lear doesn't want to outwardly show that to you of course- he's not blushing, it's just the light that's playing tricks on you!

Bill is both ecstatic and disappointed about the New Years. Ecstatic since his disciple chose to spend the time with him, but also disappointed since he was told that he couldn't plunge the world into complete chaos. But fine, if that's what you wanted...

...Although maybe he could bend time a little to spend more of it with you? Just a bit?

You're the one who chose him to be with, it's not his fault time decided not to start the New Years yet! Although Bill might have to answer to Time Baby later.

It's at least worth it for you, just so he could have you close and see you smile...

Maybe when the night does end, you can figure out how badly a triangle can actually blush.

Star Dividers: here!!

[ya-bug-boy]

Hybrid Lear x Human Reader

You had similar stories of this before, where an otherwise ordinary human dies then appears in a world of fantasy, who then goes on to live a new fulfilling life surrounded by new friends and adventure. So initially, you weren't able to anticipate the sort of life you'd end up living once you crossed from your old world to the next. Only to end up as someone's human pet.

When you were found, you were taken away by the royal guard, for Lear to determine what to do with you next. Only for him to deem a befitting role for you as his new human pet. Humans weren't rare in this world, but they were certainly less special compared to hybrids. The kingdom you fell into, falling from the sky, was not safe for humans, making your appearance exceptionally odd.

The castle workers are cruel to you with the exception of a few. The two handlers that were closest to the prince and the connections the older male is able to procure for you. You have access to medicine and decent food but that is all the comfort you would ever really receive from this world.

Lear mistreats you. He berates and insults you. But he never strikes you. His servants do instead, behind his back.

Then came an incident where Lear was attacked in public by a dissenter. Despite how he treats you, you took notice of the impending attack, and pushed him of the way.

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Lear hates humans. Hybrids are always superior in terms of skills and strength. His hatred towards them stems from how his mother had died, another human killed by another fellow human.

So when this stranger appeared, he treated them as a toy. What he didn't anticipate was for this human to protect him. He watched as the human he mistreated took staggered footsteps before him, their gaze connected to each other, before the disheveled man fell onto to the ground, choked on his own words.

The dissenter was apprehended and you were taken away for medical treatment. It was here he would discover the extent of the abuse you had suffered that came at the hands of his castle servants.

Lear looked at your sleeping body with scorn as he always did, but then he is reminded of your last waking moments, your life almost spent to save his. The shock of that moment was too similar to how his mother had died, using her body to protect her hybrid child. He seethes in a silent rage, punishing the guilty servants, and secretly visiting you at night.

This night, he would be surprised to see you awake, coughing up water when you look surprised to see him.

He asks flat questions to your well being. You answer them in a soft words but that only seems to anger him more. Why would you go as so far to save the one person that has allowed so much torment and cruelty towards you? That could have been easily a moment for escape, an revenge that wasn't yours to plot.

"It just seemed like the right thing to do," you finally croak.

He's baffled by your answer. Baffled by your stupidity. Baffled by your simple mindedness. Shouting at you at how little and small you are.

But he's left speechless when you finally speak again, "Prince Lear. Please don't let the hands that ignore me when I'm attacked be the same hands that comforts me when you think I'm asleep at night. Just choose one version of how you treat me. I can't take much more of your gentle torment."

He stops. He stares. He grinds his teeth. He stops to look at you one last time before he leaves.

[flashbang-througthe-door]

Imagine Lear telling you that he wasn't asked to prom and one late night you bring a tape of slow dance songs and pull him out of his chair by his suspenders telling him "your having your prom now" and the two of you dance into the late am

[imagine-pokemon-headcanons]

How about Lear with an S / O with a tendency to behave like a princess (or prince)?Sorry for asking for Lear's hcs (you are probably tired of him) it's just I love him so much (but you have a big fan here now) Thank you sm!

Oh no, it’s quite alright! We don’t mind writing for this bastard man

*Lear actually does not mind your behavior too much

*he actually kind of enjoys it?

*though you will never get him to admit such a thing

*especially considering how he’s seen other people around him behave. Disgusting

*it makes him feel better knowing that you don’t act in such a way that you would embarrass him, or yourself, though he will never say this to your face

-Red

[leggerefiore]

Bathing With Your PokeMan HCs

cw: fluff, bathing, nudity mentions but nothing explicit

characters: Lear, Cyrus, Larry, N, Volo

👑Lear💎

🪙 There was an insistence by the prince to spend many moments together – He would admit quietly that your presence was a comforting thing to him. So, most of his time away from his duties was spent with you (often; however, you would find yourself with him even during his duties). This included, naturally, even times that would have previously been spent alone. Baths… You would watch as he would call you into his private bathroom with you. A large tub basin was in the middle of the room. Water flowed a rain system on the ceiling down into the basin. The sound of water collecting was far too nice.

🪙 Foamy bubbles swelled around the tub as a calming herbal scent ruminated across the room. Lear sat on the side of the tub, watching as water accumulated. A maid had no doubt started the tub and added the bubbles and additives in. He sat bare, clothing left folded carefully on the counter to be collected and cleaned. Pyjamas – Far much more luxurious than you would even allow for yourself were also on the counter. He cut the water off once it filled and moved to sit within the water. A sigh left him. His eyes closed. You found yourself eagerly joining him. The warm water engulfed you instantly, setting you at ease.

🪙 He had you sit beside him. For a moment, you both silently enjoyed the ambience of the room. It was a monochromatic room like most of the rest of the villa. A few potted plants of tropical origin sat across the area. There was a detached shower with a large area, but this was more than enough for you as it stood. The soothing effect of the additives made you rest your head on his shoulder. He huffed and brought his arm around your shoulders, holding you to him. Eventually, you each would aid the other in bathing. Scrubbing his back, it was sweet to watch the prince's stiff shoulders dropped. His bare hands gently found your scalp and lathered in your shampoo with expertise. Bathing had become this lately… It was difficult to find any reason to complain. You both exited at the same time to finish preparing for bed.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ There was a certain mutual understanding that Cyrus loved you but also needed his space. His adoration could be felt in most situations. You were gifted anything you could want and spent your days in allowed leisure. It was pleasant. Though, you found yourself desiring more of his time. He was so busy. Galactic took all his attention, and you desperately wanted some of it. So, you found some. Turning on the bath, you watched as the automated tub began to fill. Some oil was poured in to help with relaxation and tension as you called out to Cyrus that the bath was going to be ready soon. As he got up to head into the bathroom, you followed after him.

☄️ His gaze was nothing but curious. A simple request left you. Showering together. He blinked, clearly not overly sure as to whether to agree. But… He ultimately did nod. The shower head came on as he sat down on the stool. Your eyes trailed over his bare body… While you worried for his health sometimes, seeing him like this reassured you that he still took care of himself. You came over to help him scrub his back, making a sigh leave him. In turn, he helped was your own, carefully bringing the wash cloth up and down your back. It almost felt like a massage. With yourselves cleaned, you both finally got into the bath, which had been fully filled.

☄️ Cyrus closed his eyes as he sunk to his nose in the bathwater. You giggled and relaxed in the large tub. The water was the perfect amount of hot – You really felt like you could relax. The steam rose while the oil added a lovely aroma. There was a silence between you both but not an uncomfortable one. Being within each other's presence was so lovely to you. A likely inordinate amount of time passed with you two just soaking before he rose up. Stepping out, you imitated him. Catching him from behind, you hugged him. He tensed for a moment before sighing. Well, you certainly felt refreshed and closer to your boyfriend.

💼Larry🏢

🍙 Your beloved boyfriend had been busy. Even more so than he usually was. It had been frustrating, but he was clearly not going to protest the overtime. Geeta may truly be heartless. Or trying to get him to quit. Both? Either way, you felt desperate to help him relax and spend time with him. So, you filled up the tub in the apartment's bathroom and forced him to stay in for the evening. Getting him into the bathroom, you got him to sit in the tub. He stared at you with little reaction. You knew he would likely let himself soak, but you really felt desperate to spend any amount of time with him. Your clothes were off as you managed your way into the admittedly small tub. He cocked a brow up at you. The explanation was simply that you wanted to help relax.

🍙 You found yourself scrubbing those greying, dark locks of his as he let out a hum. The shower hose came out as the suds were rinsed out. Helping him was his back. You were caught off-guard when he asked you to turn around. A bit clumsily, you felt him scrub your back with your wash cloth. It was easy to relax as he finished up. Leaning back in the water against him, you felt your sigh. Age had made him a little soft as the water floated around you both with slight bubbles from the soap. It was a pleasant warmth. His arms locked around your waist.

🍙 Though, all things must come to an end. The drain was pulled up, and the water slowly disappeared into the pipes. A towel was wrapped around you while he dried himself off and headed towards the bedroom to change into some pyjamas. You hummed at the sight of the man in just a towel. He seemed more at ease than moat evenings. Maybe he would even stay awake a little longer so you could cuddle with him more. You followed him out with a plan.

🌿N👑

🟢 The green-haired man's travels brought you to many far corners of the world. While you two always returned to Unova, it was not uncommon to spend awhile in whatever region his dragon brought you both two. Today, it was Kanto. The only hotel with a reasonable rate certainly was not one necessarily intended for resting as its primary purpose – but it was nice enough for you to ignore that. N certainly had not been aware of its true purpose, at least. You found yourself in the bathroom, watching as the tub filled up. A bath fizz had been added, giving the water a mint-ish tinge in hue. Steam rose as you moved to get N from the massage chair he was messing with to join you in the bathroom.

🟢 He was utterly fascinated by the water colour. Immediately, he was ready to get in, but you informed him that you should both wash up first. The shower hose came out quickly. N was always quite quick in the bathroom, which concerned you just a bit. So, you helped him shampoo his hair, hands thoroughly going through the long strands. Despite everything, it was so fluffy to the touch. Rinsing out the suds, you applied some conditioner. As you went to wash your own hair, N offered to help you. Sitting down in the stool, you felt his hands tenderly scrub against your scalp. The suds formed quickly with a pleasant scent. He soon imitated as you had and rinsed the suds out. Enough time had passed for you to rinse out the conditioner. Soon, you both entered the tub to soak in the water.

🟢 You watched as N closed his eyes and sunk up to his chin in the water. His hair was tied up by hair, sitting in a bun. A sigh left you. This was quite a nice change of pace. Your hand found his in the water and held it. Times passed with little acknowledgement from you both. Then, suddenly, he brought his hand to the side of the tub and accidentally hit the jacuzzi button. The bubbles shocked him out of the water. You remained in as he watched bubbling water curiosity. It seemed that he had never seen a jacuzzi tub before. A simple explanation made him nod as he joined you again. Soon, however, you both tired of the tub and got out to ready yourselves for bed. Bathing with N had been quite a pleasant experience.

💫Volo📜

⭐️ The blond was far too startling. He had brought you out to the Icelands. The cold winds lapped at your skin as you stayed close to him. He led you expertly, clearly showing no hesitation in his steps. Soon, you found yourselves in an enclave with steaming water in the centre of a rock formation. You watched as he stripped away his layers to leave himself bare. His grey eyes pierced through you. A silent question of why you were not imitating him. So, you did. The cold air felt even worse. He entered the water with little hesitation. You joined him quickly, desperate for any kind of warmth. The water was a perfect counter to the chill of Icelands.

⭐️ Volo relaxed in the water, closing his eyes. You shifted near him, watching a few wild pokemon soak within the water. This spring was not unknown to you, but you had used the one within the Pearl clan settlement. An arm came across your shoulders to pull you into him. His muscular body instantly caught your attention. Scars decorated his skin. His eyes were distant as they glanced up at the starry sky twinkling above you both. It was relaxing, admittedly. The two of you alone in a near romantic situation. You found yourself at ease as something of a light conversation transpired between you both.

⭐️ Eventually, it had to come to an end. You both stood and dried yourselves off as quickly as one could. The cold ate at you both each moment wasted. Clothing came back on just as quickly. Your hand grasped his own as he led you along again. This time – You more at ease. Despite everything, he clearly did love you. The opportunity to attack at your most vulnerable had been near him, yet he made no such actions. His hand tightened around your own as you lost yourself in thought.

[leggerefiore]

Yandere ZA Men + Lear Drabbles

cw: yandere, unhealthy relationships, soft yandere, dark content, hidden cameras,

characters: Corbeau, Grisham, L(ysandre), Lear

Corbeau – "Gonna smother you in TOXIC love, sick for my baby."

Corbeau was unwell.

He must have been.

Could you have poisoned him?

It must have been something truly obscure because his tolerance was higher than most.

You… His heart felt weak – a product surely of whatever toxin you inflicted him with. His palms were sweaty and clammy. The tie he always left the same way felt suffocating around his neck. What had you done to him? His eyes could hardly leave you. Those cameras around the city focused on you, watching as you went. Your life was his favourite show. There was never a moment you failed to cross his mind.

Not since he saw you, a no-name tourist, battle outside his office. Your rank had been low then, but he had heard of you helping the citizens of Lumiose. You were a curious thing – Something to watch. Whether you became of note or not would depend on if he felt a need to approach.

And of note, you did become.

You truly were something else. Fighting valiantly for a city that was not even your home… Oh, he was smitten. Corbeau hardly could bring you to him, though. Your friend was the only one stupid enough to bite.

Enough to trap you in his palm.

He felt his body temperature increase. The toxin must have been spreading. He needed an antidote. You must have had it.

You, you, you…

Why were you doing this to him? He had been good to you. His test of you told him to leave you be. Were you wanting to get on his bad side? Maybe you wanted a fight with the Rust Syndicate for tricking your friend.

No…

His throat felt tight. A hand came to grasp at his tie and pull it away. Philippe had stepped out, thank whatever deity cared enough about him. He turned on a certain live feed on his laptop.

There you were – lying in bed asleep.

A breath left him.

You could come around soon; you always did. Something drew you to his office. Every other day. His heart raced.

“I'll smother you in this toxic love,” he mumbled, pressing his forehead to the screen, “I'm so sick for you. Do you even care about what you do to me?”

Corbeau sighed.

You would care – he would make sure of it.

Grisham – "In the spoils of your mercy... In the reverence of your bed... In the cradle of the morning; what was it that you said?"

Grisham lived in a colourless world.

The absence of anything but a sorrowful grey had long since left him.

His eyes remained closed – not ready to face the reality before him. All he could do was live. Maybe, some day, he would find a way to move past the wasted youth he loathed. But, as it was, he stood frozen. The denizens of Lumiose came and went from the café – the tower loomed ominously. A reminder of years past. Something he was unable to face.

Then, before him, a splash of colour. One so vivid that the entire world bloomed around them. Grisham hardly felt able to face such a person. They smiled, so sweetly. Yet, he dared not touch – not interfere. They came frequently, breaking the grey with the colour they brought. What did the baristo feel? It was difficult to tell.

But, he knew he enjoyed the colour you brought.

Even when facing you in battle – even when you were against his dream to free himself from his past – your colours…

He was dazzled and lost in what you brought into his world of ash. The night sky above had never seen so beautiful. Your smile; the hand you held out to him. His breath hitched. Despite everything, your kindness remained. You held no judgement towards him for his youth. No, you encouraged him to let it go and look to the future.

The future…

Grisham found himself reflecting on that.

Of course, he would continue the café with Griselle while caring for the disenfranchised by offering them what they could. He would create the beautiful world his previous idol had spoken of. One that reflected the colours you had shown him.

That was why he put aside whatever complicated feelings remained when you approached him – you wanted his embrace. His care. His touch. The feeling of your body beneath his own. Your vivid colours mixing with his grey and becoming something else entirely.

He clutched you tightly to him, listening to your gentle breaths. You were something he wondered if he was allowed to love – to adore. Were you an ambassador of Xerneas rather than a champion of Zygarde, meant to temper and balance his curse of Yveltal? He brushed strands that had come across your face aside.

You mumbled his name. A sweet, gentle voice – love interwoven so carefully. “I feel safe with you… Don't go…” The babble was in your sleep, yet you nuzzled into him. He held you even tighter.

“In the spoils of your endless mercy – in the reverence of this bed,” he rested his chin atop your head, sheltering your body with his own, “In the cradle of the morning, your words…”

Grisham would never let you go.

Your gentle colours would be his to smear with ash.

L – "If you asked me where I want to be I would say “anywhere as long as you I can see”"

There was little L could recall – his own name not one of them.

He knew what he did, and that Zygarde was his guide. Whatever the legendary desired of him, he would give without hesitation.

But, a face haunted his mind. In moments he allowed himself to rest, he saw it. Something of sorrow – a bleak expression that hurt his empty being. The shell of his body woke up rattled, unable to breathe. Why? They must have been upset at him. Tears were in their eyes. He clutched above his heart.

He was unable to forgive himself for many things – especially as his memories came back to him.

Yet, when he saw that face once more.

He almost fell to his knees to plead for forgiveness. They stared at him in shock, unable to process the sight of the man who should have been dead before them. L came to block your way, speaking your name.

The name. A name. He adored that name. A name more important to him. You had tears in your eyes again. His stomach twisted. His most precious possession… No, that was wrong. Your arms locked around him, sobbing into his chest. You called his name. The name he felt so unfamiliar, but from your lips… He felt that it was the only name he could ever have. Worn gloves cupped your cheeks, having your eyes meet his one.

“My love,” he managed to speak, “I'm sorry… I'm so endlessly sorry for what I've put you through. For what I did.” There were not enough words in this world to reflect his sorrow. Nor did he feel that he could ever earn your forgiveness, merely speaking these words was all that he could give. You could despise him for all eternity if only you were able to hear his words. “I'm ever so grateful that you live and remain,” he let himself dare rub away a tear with his thumb.

You shut his mouth by pressing your lips to his own. His eye went wide before closing. This love – this affection. Through his madness before, he felt the moments he grew closest to clarity was due to you. If only his foolish self had listened to you – had stopped when you pleaded for him to. That kind heart, the one he had so adored, still felt it in its endless depths to care for him. Your voice echoed in his ears when you broke the affection. A plead to never leave you once more.

His heart ached at the very thought, despite knowing such a day would come.

“If you asked me where I would want to be,” he spoke, “I would say anywhere so long as you I could see.” Your eyes held such love in them.

And, for the rest of your life – he would follow. Never again would he let you go.

Never again would he let you experience such sorrow.

Even should more blood cover his hands.

Lear – "Don't mess around with my affection."

While the prince had assured you that your visa was of no concern – he had given you essentially a resident card for his island – you wondered about your home.

Pasio was a dream; a paradise. Sure, it could be a bit high, but with so many trainers gathered and constant events, you were hardly bored. Friends were made with ease, and you even found yourself in some sort of relationship with royalty. Though, with it all being a dream…

You would eventually have to wake up.

The dull mundanity of your day to day would eventually be restored and drag you back from paradise – perhaps kicking and screaming. Lear had offered to handle everything for you financially, but you valued your independence more than you would admit.

And your funds were running low. Even a plane ticket back home might be cutting it close… Though, you had considered begging Hoopa for a hand. The pokemon was fond of you, at the very least. Your biggest hurdle…

Lear sat across from you, sipping tea with a form that seemed immaculate. Everything about felt so distant from your mannerisms. His training was almost just second nature to him. You drank some of your own – feeling the sweet floral flavour. Hibiscus? He was quite fond of the flowers. You wondered if he would have them at his wedding. Sitting it down, the clink of the porcelain felt too loud in your ears. He imitated you.

“You mentioned having something to speak to me about,” he crossed his arms over his chest. The sunglasses that obscured his eyes were gone, leaving with you with the direct visage of his eyes. The gaze he cast was intense, yet you could see the softness that was present. “What was it?” he tilted his head slightly. You took in a breath.

What was the worst reaction he could have? You truly felt a bit silly for being scared of the prince. He was about as harmless as they came – almost entirely bark and no bite. His kindness was one of those features that drew you to him. The words left you carefully – your developing plans to return home. His face shifted from curiosity to an intense expression. Eyebrows drew close as his nose crinkled. It looked most unbecoming on his face.

“Return… home,” he repeated the words as if they were bitter, “Why do you want to?” He leaned in. The distance of the couches felt like the only thing keeping him from grabbing you. “Are you displeased with something here?” he questioned, “I refuse. Your place is here.”

You narrowed your eyes and explained your financial situation. He seemed bored. “And? You just need to tell me whatever you want,” he shifted to rest his chin on his palm, “You have a room here. I'll have your stuff moved at once.” His phone came out, but you asked him to stop. Desperately, you tried to explain that you really were going home. Lear tensed.

“Why are you so insistent on this?” he sneered, “Darling, you're not leaving. You're my betrothed.” He stood and easily navigated around the table – blocking you on the couch. “Is this a commoner thing?” he asked, “Don't mess around with my affection – you will rule with me.” His gloved hand caught your chin and made your eyes stare deeply into his amethyst ones.

“I'm having your stuff moved today,” he stated plainly, “… We clearly need more time together.”