fake tags; genderbend/genderswapped, enemies to lovers, slowburn
Cynthia leans over her, a hand sweeping out to toss Lear’s hair over her shoulder. Lear watches through the mirror, her body stiff as she lets the champion do whatever she wants. She then lays a palm on the empty spot. “Lear,” she says, her voice as pretty as it always is. “Let me tell you a secret. You see this woman in the mirror, don’t you? Well… I wasn’t always so stunning. I wasn’t always… Cynthia.”
Lear cannot help but turn at that. “Then, who were you?”
“My name was once Volo… and I remember fighting with you quite well.”
Lear flushes at the memory of fighting Volo mere hours ago in the privacy of her home. He’d appeared in a rush, and Lear had rushed toward him twice as quick. Or, so she’d said. In reality, both of them had been distracted for different reasons and they’d run into each other in her halls. Lear had caused a fuss, and grabbed him, and then he’d grabbed her and it had been a whole thing.
Then, Lear had kissed him. Or, he’d kissed her. It really was a blur!
But, regardless, afterwards Volo had skulked off with the assistance of his stolen Giratina. Stolen from…
“So… you stole your own Giratina?”
“No, of course not.” Cynthia shakes her head with a fond smile. “He doesn’t know I’m him, of course. He thinks I am merely his descendant. I want you to keep this secret for me, Lear.”
“I—why should I?”
“Because.” She leans down so their faces are at equal height. Lear refuses to face her, continuing to stare straight at their mirror selves. “Otherwise you won’t ever get a real kiss from me.”
Lear’s cheeks flush with her answer.
“That’s a good girl.”
Fem lear x trans immortal volo… with the past volo being her “Enemy” and the present Cynthia pushing them closer and closer…
The ask game
