#spikedshipping

[liya4kar]

Hi I love you’re so amazing queen. Think I could get some spiked (green/Diantha)shipping 🥺❤️

Hey I love you too queen <3

oOoOoO

There are two types of cafés in Lumiose.

There is the traditional one, the one everyone imagine when they think of Kalos, with their terraces on the sidewalk, their rude waiters in costume, and their basic but finely brewed coffees. A place with just you, your white cup, and your black coffee. With radio music if you prefer to sit inside, or passer-by and cars if you want the true experience and sit on the terrace?

Then there are the cafés that came with the Unova and Kanto regions cultures. The ones full of students or, worst, bobos luminosien, always full of chatter and social life, and where you can order a ridiculous multitude of flavors of coffees in paper mugs at the counter.

Green prefers traditional cafés.

Dianthea prefers the others.

So, when they go on dates, they alternate.

Which did not fully stop all their disagreements on the topic.

“This croissant,” Dianthea slowly spelled, “does not even deserve the name of croissant. This is an insult to the art of croissant.”

Green had specifically picked this café because of their viennoiserie.

“I don’t know, I find them good.”

“You don’t know anything. This is way too soft, you can’t feel the butter if you look for it, and it is barely making any crumbs. On the croissant scale, this is barely a two.”

“You have a scale for judging croissants?”

“Who doesn’t?”

Green raised an unimpressed eyebrow as he took a sip of his coffee.  

“If you want a true croissant, I know this boulangerie. Their croissants reach a ten, and their sandwiches are among the bests I know. They even serve the coffee blacker than black that you like. I’ll bring you there next week.”

“Really? Weren’t you supposed to take me to this new café you’ve been speaking of for week?”

“I’ll bring you there, but later. Making you taste a true and tasty croissant is way more urgent.”

“Well, I’ll be looking forward those tasty and so delicious croissants,” Green slightly smirked.

“It’s a date then.”

[falcon94ssy]

Pokespe XY arc

Just want to point out that Malva attempted to kill Diantha twice.

First time was burying her alive

Second time was ordering a Pokemon to set her on fire

Luckily...

Green saved her (directly or indirectly) in both situations:

[deathbedthebedthateats]

Green and Diantha (Spikedshipping) fanfic please :D

The music was humming loudly, and Diantha was dancing to it with a sense of perfect goofiness, flailing her arms and swinging her shoulders. After all, the cameras were off her and there was no choreography to be learned. She could relax, here, dancing with her boyfriend. If her boyfriend would actually dance, that was.

Green had never been one to dance, but Diantha was determined to make him. He was too serious, too poised. She grinned at him, offering him her hand with mock formality, as if they were about to begin a waltz. He shook his head and stepped back a little, pursing his lips.

"Not even for me?" she asked, staring up at him with big, puppy-dog eyes.

He sighed, and then a small smile broke across his face. He took her hand and she spun him around, and the two made their way to the centre of the dancefloor.

[super-rising-thunder]

Top 5 Favorite Dex Holder x Non-Dex Holder ships voted by my followers specord

Number 3 with 7% of the vote

Green x Diantha / Spikedshipping

[mala-sadas]

Ok, but imagine if Trace from PLGPE was Green and Diantha's kid. Don't ask why, just a very random headcannon I have, don't judge me t-t

Not something I had ever thought about before, but you know what? I can see it. Headcanon accepted, anon.

[stormspe]

Remember when I said that I had written a fic for Green’s birthday, and I was going to post it a couple of days late because I wanted to edit it first?

Well, two and a half weeks later, I’ve finally finished it.

Check it out here on AO3 and here on FFN!

[rilethunder]

Diantha: You need a new hobby once this fight with Team Flare ends you know. Why not learn how to play the flute?

Green:.....I refuse.

[super-rising-thunder]

ooh could you write a spikedshipping drabble but like, it takes place while they're training together at the tower of mastery??

Diantha didn’t like to admit that she got homesick. She’s used to being away on different sets across Kalos and even going to a different region on a rare occasion. Yet even then she’d be surrounded by her manager or her usual attendant to keep an air of familiarity. Now she only has her Gardevoir to make her not fill completely isolated in this tower.

She could hear a pokemon battle take place on the grounds below. The other two successors of mega evolutions with her often battle each other. Diantha was often called a battle prodigy but she soon became aware of the power gap between them and quickly stopped battling them resigned herself to spending her free time in her room.

It was nighttime when the roars of battle came to an end and Diantha was already in bed restless knowing she’ll have a hard time getting to sleep tonight like most nights.

Diantha had grown accustomed to the silence of the night that jumped out of her bed when she heard a knock at the door. 

“Coming!” she shouted. The young actress expected it to be her Master at the door but to her surprise, it wasn’t. “M-Mr. Green!”

Her fellow successor stood there stoic as if examining her. Diantha felt her cheeks burn from the attention and finally spoke after a moment. “W-what are you doing here, Mr. Green?”

“How are you sleeping?” 

Diantha blinked in surprise at the question. She’s an actress, she knows how to put on a believable false mask that can fool everyone. So how did he realize she was faking when they barely knew each other?

“Not well,” Diantha replied, figuring lying wouldn’t help either of them.

Green hummed in response. “You’ve been acting off lately, so I thought something was wrong.”

“Acting off?” Diantha frowned. “How so?” 

“You’re battling technique has become sloppy in the past couple of days, and you spend a lot of your time alone when not training with the master,” Green explained. 

“You’re right about that,” Diantha let out a hollow chuckle. “I’ve just been feeling so alone here that it’s starting to affect my sleep.”

The slightly older successor was once again staring at Diantha and once again felt heat flowing to her cheeks.

Green always seemed cool, collective, and in control to Diantha but suddenly he’s avoiding eye contact and his hands are fidgeting. He mumbled something but Diantha couldn’t make out of the words.

“Come again?”

“Would it help you-” Green spoke clearly, “-if I stayed here until you fell asleep?”

In a normal situation, Diantha’s facade would have broken at the question but right now she’s too tired to show any of those emotions. So instead a “Yes, please,” came out.

Diantha once again got under her sheets and Green was sitting on the end of the bed watching her. In the back of her mind, expected this situation to make it even more impossible to fall asleep but instead, with Green’s comforting presences she felt her eyes get heavy and her mind become foggy.

“G’night Mr. Green,” Diantha mumbled, half awake.

Maybe it was because she was so tired but Diantha swore she saw a gentle smile on Green’s face. “You can just call me Green.”

With her cozy smiled Diantha replied, “Goodnight, Green.”