Trying a new lil rarepair. And a new ZA ship at that. Pkaying through ZA a second time helped me love Grisham and Philippe more (I already like Corbeau and Ivor because of my first playthrough). Ended up wondering who I’d ship Grisham with and soneone ended up saying how Corbeau x Gridham was kind of popular. Namely when it came to Grisham. So I checked out some fanwork, not planning to ship it (just curious), and I like it.
So I thought I’d try my hand at it. Apologies for any OoC-ness in advance.
There was a certain peace to the settling chaos where Prism Tower once stood. The fading glow of Ange. The echoes of cheers. The clear night sky. It was all so calming.
Releasing a puff of smoke, Grisham took it all in as he sat on the roof of an unscathed building. It felt surreal. He was happy that the crisis had been dealt with. That Lumiose and the Pokemon effected were safe.
Yet, something about it felt bittersweet. Maybe it was the lose of such a historic part of the city. Maybe it was because he wasn’t the one to save the city. Maybe a little bit of both perhaps. Whatever the case, the victory was as welcomed as it was perplexing.
“Celebrating alone?”
Tilting his head, Grisham was greeted by the toxic charisma that was Corbeau. His gaze felt condescending and proud, masked by a warm grin and an unusual calm.
“Mind if I join you?”
Grisham shrugged, turning his attention back to where Ange once stood. As his cigarette grazed his mouth, he sensed the Rust Syndicate boss sitting to the left of him. The silence breaking as Corbeau shuffled around and lit his own.
“Griselle leave?” Corbeau inquired. “It’s not often that I see the two of you apart.”
“I told her she was free to go if she wanted to.” Grishim confirmed. “I could tell she didn’t want to wait around. So, I wasn’t going to stop her from calling it a night.”
Corbeau nodded, looking out at the scene before them. Clean up would be a mess, but Corbeau knew Tarragon and his crew would have it covered. Of course, Corbeau knew he could spare a few men for the job. For a price if need be. However, he didn’t want to impose on Tarragon’s work unless absolutely necessary. Nor would he actually charge the man for aid, unless offered.
Puffs of smoke filled the air around them. This mutual silence gave Corbeau the chance to study Grisham. The way he smoked was like a man that had seen everything yet kept a stone cold poker face. His posture was proud, yet the slight deflation around his shoulders told Corbeau that Grisham was exhausted. It was like watching Corbeau’s Roserade after the first snowfall. Elegant, yet melancholic.
Knowing the truth behind the man next to him was curiously nostalgic. Like a remnant of a long forgotten legacy. A lost child clinging to a dying flame. Yet, up until recently, Grishim seemed like a humble barista with an interesting color scheme and logo.
“You quite the enigma, Grish.”
Shoulders tensed as Grisham’s cigarette came in contact with his lips. He sat there for a moment, frozen, before letting out a unamused sigh.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Grisham sighed, turning his face to the right. “There’s nothing special to write home about for this meager cafe owner.”
Corbeau turned slightly. “Come on now, you can be honest with me. Do you really think I, of all people, wouldn’t find out about our humble coffee enthusiast? How he was a,” he leaned in closer, “Team Flare affiliate.”
The cigarette in Grisham’s hand contorted under this thumb, putting it out. Arms shot down, hands gripping the edge of the roof. His face shot towards his lap.
Gold eyes scanned the redhead, meticulously planning his next move. Flicking his cigarette off the roof, Corbeau lightly placed a hand on Grisham’s back. The flinch beneath it was subtle, but chilling.
“Pinched a nerve, did I?” Corbeau noted, raising an eyebrow. “And here I thought you wanted to restore Team Flare’s reputation. Or is that a front for deep seated trauma?”
“What do you want from me?” Grishim growled.
Corbeau smirked. Moving his hand, he pulled put another cigarette. Lighting it, he took a deep breath, releasing a stream of smoke as he exhaled.
“I’m just trying to understand the inner workings of a Team Flare dropout.” Corbeau leaned back. “You must have so many stories leading up to that event five years ago.”
“You wouldn’t understand” Grisham whispered, rolling his eyes. “Not that my life’s story is any of your business to begin with.”
Corbeau tilted his head, curious and puzzled. Sitting up, he turned his attention back to Prism Tower. The events of the last few days had been strange. Rouge Mega Evolutions. A debt repaid. The revelation of the elusive Gris. So much information for Corbeau to catalog for later.
The encounter with L during Jacinthe’s tournament had to be most curious as it brought up a variety of emotions. Awe. Fascination. Relief. Realization.
Seeing Lysandre again felt strange. Corbeau was happy to see him. To know that he was alive. However, it also left him with questions. Questions that the man next to him might have insight into.
“Seeing him again after five years of radio silence was odd.” Corbeau mused, pretending to ignore Grisham’s perked interest. “I didn’t know five year could age a guy like that.” He shook his head, snickering. “That said, I don’t think I’ve seen him so… resigned? Wise, perhaps. It kind of reminds me of a time when he’d mentor others with a noble dream of changing the world. Just with a few years of self reflection and hindsight.” Moonlight flashed around Corbeau’s glasses as he leaned back and glanced at Grisham. “What do you think of this Lysandre? Is he as benevolent as you remember?”
Grisham tilted his head, thinking about the observation. He looked down at the city below, looking fr nothing in particular as Pokemon scattered across the streets below. Fingers tensed, clinging to the edge of the roof.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” Grisham spat. “Least of all to you.”
“Why not? You were apart of Team Flare. You are one of the few people who knowthe history of Prisim Tower and AZ. You knew Lysandre before everything went to shit five years ago. I may not understand everything you’ve been through, but I know everything that’s happened recently had to affect you.”
Pulling his legs up over the edge, Grisham stood up. He turned around, he walked away. Half way to the ladder, a subtle, commanding grip wrapped around his wrist, stopping him in his tracks. Unamused and feeling trapped, he twisted his arm around, trying to break away from the trap.
“Griselle’s worried about you.” Grisham froze, allowing Corbeau to readjust his grip. “We crossed paths a bit ago and she insisted I hear out her plight.”
He rolled his eyes at the thought. He wanted to scope out the damage to get a general idea of the cost and how many men he could reasonably offer in the recovery effort. So when Griselle approach him, he was less than impressed. However, the request was admirable, if a bit strange.
“She’s under the impression that I’d have enough patience and persistence to get you to talk.” He felt Grisham shutter. “She knew you’d probably have an easier time opening up to her, but she was worried that you’d try to save face and lie for her sake.” He briefly scanned Grisham for a reaction, but didn’t get one. “I may not understand what’s going on in that experienced little head of yours, nor do I know the extent of what you’ve been through, but I do know that I want to help Lumiose. And that includes you.”
Corbeau’s hand gently moved up Grisham’s arm. It was a subtle way to let Grisham know he wasn’t being restrained, while also being prepared in the even Grisham bolted. All the while letting clear the air and giving the floor to Grisham.
Watching Grisham breathe was like watching his Arbok stalking a Weedle. Slow, calculated, and firm. It was impressive.
Yet, beneath the façade, something seemed to be stirring. A subtle flinch. A sharp, fanged grimace. Grisham’s brow contorting. Something was going on in that usually composed head of his. Corbeau just wasn’t sure what.
“You wouldn’t understand. You weren’t born into Team Flare.” Grisham’s arms folded. “You weren’t groomed into the foul beliefs.” His grip tightened as he felt his body begin to shake. “You weren’t the experiment that was tossed aside and forced to bear cross of Team Flare’s sins.” Grisham pulled against the restraint, turning to face Corbeau with burning resentment. “You aren’t the child, whose life was destroyed by Team Flare!”
The shock from the unexpected outburst caused Corbeau’s grip to loosen, releasing Grisham just long enough for him to take a step back. The loss of composure didn’t go unnoticed on Grisham’s part as the redhead hunched over and violently shook.
Taking a few deep breathes, Grisham recomposed himself. Straightening his posture, his hand hovered over his glasses.
“I’m sorry.” He folder his arms. “That was rather… unbecoming of me.”
“No, no, I think that was progress.” Corbeau walked up to Grisham. “That's good.”
Grisham huffed, turning away. Corbeau bittersweetly smirked, circling around so he could be face to face with the man. A subtle shutter surged through Grisham, resentment failing to hide behind glasses.
“Ignoring me won’t solve this.” Corbeau noted. “Neither will suppressing your past. I promised to help Lumiose City. That includes you.” A finger jabbed into Grisham’s chest. “So if that means you need to use me as your verbal punching bag, go for it.”
Grisham glared at the Rust Syndicate boss. “You’re not going to let up, are you?”
“Nope.”
Scoffing, Grisham rolled his eyes. He walked back to the edge of the roof Corbeau found him. But rather than sitting back down, Grisham watched over the city below. Arms crossed defiantly and defensively.
Looking at the streets below, Team MZ was gone. As were most of the Royale members. Tarragon and Philippe seemed to be the only two left. The former and his crew surveyed the area, no doubt brainstorming the work ahead, while the latter was most likely waiting on Corbeau, not wanting to leave him behind.
Everyone came together to save the city. Despite the chaotic detour to the plan. It was as inspiring as it was necessary. Yet, it left a somber, sinking feeling in Grisham’s stomach.
“I thought I could restore some of Team Flare’s reputation through hard work and acts of kindness.” Grisham lit a cigarette, tilting his head to acknowledge Corbeau approaching him. “Maybe then people would see that we aren’t evil. Just people with noble intentions.” Shaking his head, Grisham sighed. “However, if this ordeal has proven anything, it’s that I’m a monster, and no matter how hard I try, that will never change.”
“That’s not true.” Corbeau countered. “Yes, you were apart of the problem, but you recognized that and are trying to atone for it. But you are victim too. You were you were a child when all of this was going down.”
Grisham removed his glasses, his sleeve attempting to remove the mist forming in his eyes. “Why should I be excused? I knew Lysandre’s views had become warped. Despite disagreeing I never left.” He looked at his apron. “I’m still using their name and emblem because I feel that’s the only way I feel I can atone for our sins.”
“Because you weren’t given a choice.” Grabbing Grisham’s arm, he gently guided him so they’d be fave to face. “By the sound of things, escape may not have been an option. Especially when you have no one outside of it.” Corbeau stole Grisham's glasses, gliding his thumb across the edges. “Going with Team Flare Nouveau is a bit of a choice, not a particularly wise one if you ask me, but I can kind of understand why. Besides,” he clipped the glasses to Grisham’s apron pocket, “a monster wouldn’t have helped everyone tonight. The Team Flare from five years ago would have let us fail. If not going out of thrir way to make sure we did.”
“But-”
“You’re going to feel guilt. You’re going to feel ashamed. That is normal. But that doesn’t mean you have to let your past define you when you’re already taking the steps to do better.”
Grisham clenched his teeth, trying to find the will to yell, only for a hiss to seep out. His throat felt dry and constricted as his eyes strained with water. Recognizing the walls finally starting to fall, Corbeau pulled Grisham into a hug. Stunned, but too drained to react, he returned the hug, quietly relinquishing the built up melancholy.
“It’s okay. Let it out.”
~
“Are you going to tell Griselle any of this? She is concerned.”
“No. Not yet anyways. She has her own demons to fight, so I don’t want to add on to her recovery until she’s good and ready.”
The duo found themselves sitting on the edge of the roof once again. Smoke clouded between them.
“Fair enough.”
Grisham had managed to calm down pretty easily. Though his eyes were still red rimmed. A few strains hairs tainted his usually clean style. He looked like a frazzled Rapidash mixed with a depressed Litleo. It was pathetic in a cute kind of way. But it was also a much needed release.
“You know, I was going to take this little request pro bono, but I think I know exactly how you and Griselle can repay me.”
“Oh?”
Grabbing the side of Grisham’s face, Corbeau pulled him in for a kiss. Grisham’s already reddened face only got redder, not expecting the move.
“I want you and Griselle to cater our luncheon in a few days.” Corbeau requested, with a cheeky smirk. “Philippe has been dying to try your croissants and wanted to see how well you’d make a cheesecake.”
“Okay…” Grisham processed, face still red, “and the, um, kiss?”
“Sealing the deal, of course. You’re so cute when you’re frazzled. If you’re lucky, it won’t be the only one.”
I meant to get this up as part of Perfectworldshipping Week, but writer’s block has been a nasty thing. Starting off as a one shot where Sycamore, during his time under Rowan, this was initially going to be about Sycamore having an unnamed stalker and Lysandre saving him.
Now, it’s going to be a three part fic keeping the setting and stalker idea, but with Team Rocket. Giovani is said to be looking for new recruits and has an interest in his research.
CW: Death of a Pokemon (Gible)
This is my protégé, Augustine Sycamore. Brilliant and kind, but at times absentminded. I know this might be a lot to ask, but can you keep an eye on him? I suspect he’s being stalked.
When Lysandre agreed to some volunteer work in Sinnoh, protecting Professor Rowan’s pupil wasn’t what he had in mind. He would have preferred to shadow Rowan, shadow an archeologist studying the ruins, or help restore the Old Chateau. However, it wasn’t all bad.
Augustine was a pleasant enough fellow. Based on what Lysandre has learned thus far, he was studious, soft spoken, and kind. He was also a pretty good looking fellow. So much so that two assistants had tried flirting with him earlier in day. Sycamore didn’t seem to mind most of the time, if he even registered it.
Because of this, Lysandre could understand Rowan’s concern. Sycamore didn’t need the distraction and the last thing either of them wanted was unwanted advances. Though, thus far, he hadn’t suspected a stalker.
“I think Gible’s starting to like me.”
The dragon in question’s jaws were securely clamped on Augustine’s hand. Her eyes sharply watching Lysandre as the hand lightly waved around.
“Really? Because, to me, it looks like she’s craving Sycamore fingers.”
Sycamore chuckled. “These are love bites.” He gently pried his hand out of Gible’s mouth. “A week or two ago, she would have drawn blood.” He showed the now freed hand. The indents were still a bit noticeable, but there wasn’t a puncture wound in sight. “I think she does it because she finds it comforting. That or she’s playing. Plus, Gible is classified as the Land Shark Pokémon, so biting kind of comes with the territory.”
“I see…”
Lifting the Gible, Sycamore held her out. “Would you like to hold her?”
The dragon blinked, chirping, as her arms waved around. Her smile, wide and endearing, welcomed the offer, yet, she also seemed content. Looking at Lysandre, she seemed puzzled. Something between curious and suspicion. However, as Lysandre lifted his hand to contemplate the offer, Gible’s frame shrank. Sensing the discomfort, Sycamore brought Gible in for a hug.
“It’s okay. Lysandre’s a friend.” The Gible gave a huff. “Would you like to explore?”
The Gible nodded, patiently waiting as Sycamore set her on the floor. She trotted away, looking for a new friend to play with.
“Sorry about that. I thought she was ready to interact with people since she’s been doing so well with me.” Sycamore shrugged. “Though she may be worried about this whole ‘stalker thing’ and doesn’t know if she can trust you yet.”
“It’s fine. I don’t blame her.”
Lysandre watched the Gible racing around the room with a Riolu. While the latter certainly had the advantage, he kept his pace close to Gible’s, as though not wanting to lose his friend.
“Speaking of…” Crossing one leg over the other, Lysandre’s frame tilted as he faced Sycamore, “what can you tell me about this whole stalker situation.”
Sycamore chuckled. “It’s nothing, really. Professor Rowan’s worried about this group from Kanto that’s been sneaking their way in here. Supposedly, they’re plucking people off the streets for something.” Sycamore shrugged. “His concerns weren’t helped when I said I felt like someone was following me home the night I submitted my request for Amity Park to expand the list of allowed Pokemon and my Mega Evolution dissertation.”
“And you weren’t concerned about it?”
Sycamore scoffed. “Not really. I managed to lose them. And even if they were after me, they’re more than likely a suspicious admirer. Not associated with Team Rocket.”
Standing up, Sycamore walked towards Gible’s chart. As he jotted his notes down, Lysandre followed him, arms crossed.
“That’s not any better.”
“Perhaps.” Sycamore set the file back. “But it’s easier to accept that I’m being followed by someone who’s interested in me over Team Rocket. I’m still a resident. If Team Rocket’s going to abduct anyone here, Professor Rowan would be the more prolific target. Me? I’ve had my fair share of stalkers who took their infatuation too far. Tried and arrested more often than not.” Tilting his head, Sycamore faked a smile. “It may not be any better, but it is manageable. So long as they don’t act irrationally, I think I’ll be fine.”
~
The lab went into lockdown an hour ago. Though the chaos outside was minimal, Rowan was concerned about the handful of Team Rocket grunts outside. They seemed to be looking for something. And based on the debris on the streets, they weren’t opposed to vandalism.
Lysandre watched from a window on the lab’s south side. This Team Rocket scheme felt unorganized. Chaotic and potentially motivated, but very unorganized. The reason why they were doing this was a mystery. From what Lysandre could deduce, there wasn’t anything here that would interest them. Rowan didn’t feel like he’d be of any value at this point. Nor did Sandgem Town have anything of value historically or monetarily. So this display was unnecessary.
“Lysandre!”
Rowan approached the man as he turned around. Sharp eyes and a grimace held back a shudder as Rowan crossed his arms.
”Augustine’s missing.”
Blue eyes flickered. “What?”
“One of the aides last saw him chasing after that Gible he’s been watching after. They last saw the Gible making a run for a door that was left ajar and suspect followed after it.” Rowan’s attention glanced towards the window as a store window shattered. “If they’re out there, they’re going to be in danger.”
He looked back at Lysandre, who was now carefully studying what he could of Sandgem Town. They could have gone anywhere. The beach. An alleyway. Out of the town even. Finding them before these grunts did would be crucial.
“Please… find them.”
~
Protecting the Gible was all Sycamore could think of doing. Poor thing wandered outside, curious and rebellious, not knowing the immediate danger out there. She nearly getting struck by stray shards of window glass. Saved by Sycamore at the last minute.
The shards dug into Sycamore’s coat, stabbing him in a few spots. It didn’t stop Sycamore from protecting the Gible as he held the little dragon against his chest. It did, however, lead to an unfortunate encounter with three Team Rocket grunts as he made his way back to the lab.
They managed to corner him in a vacant side street, trapping him between them and a bench. He tightly held the Gible, fearing they would try to take her. Attempting to get around them only led to him getting pushed around and shoved on the ground.
“Get up.” One of the grunts ordered, dragging him to his feet and glancing over him with disgust. “Are you sure this is the guy the boss wants? He’s just Rowan’s paid intern.”
“Yes.” Another grunt confirmed. “The boss seems to think he has something of value. Maybe as a bargaining chip for Rowan.”
“Look, I just want to go home.” Sycamore retorted. “As you said, I’m just a paid intern. Compared to the professor, I’m not particularly special.”
Sycamore let out a yelp as a hand wrapped around his neck. His grip on Gible flinched slightly, concerning the dragon.
“Listen here, dumba-”
“That’s enough!”
The grunt trio looked behind them, as the one grunt kept his grip on Sycamore’s neck. A man with green hair and a black hat made his presence known. Green eyes sternly set on Sycamore and the offending grunt. Swatting at the grunt, the man shooed him away.
“It’s not nice to call our friend here dumb.” He turned his attention to Sycamore, greeting him with a smug grin. “Do pardon my subordinate. His people skills need work.” He brushed his hand along the side of Sycamore’s face, landing beneath Sycamore’s chin. “At least he didn’t damage that pretty little face of yours.
If he was waiting for a response, Sycamore wasn’t planning to give him one. Instead, he rolled his eyes, looking for a way out. A hand flopped on his shoulder in response.
“Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Proton, an admin of Team Rocket.”
Flaunting his rank didn’t amuse Sycamore. Nor did it compel him into compliance. So Proton turned his attention to the Gible. She growled and hissed, not letting her size or situation faze her.
“That’s a cute Gible.”
Sycamore pulled back. “You can’t have her.”
“While she would make a nice, little accessory, she’s not who we’re here for.” Proton’s hand swatted at dark bangs before settling on the side of Sycamore’s face. “Our boss seems fascinated by Rowan’s star pupil. Your research being quite useful.”
Pulling away from Proton’s hand, Sycamore shuffled past him. Trying to play it cautiously was no longer going to work. So if he had to run to the nesrest station or occupied business, so be it. A hand grabbed his arm, yanking him back and almost causing Sycamore to drop Gible.
“I don’t think you understand. Our boss is very interested in your research and requests, neigh, demands your presence. So be a good little boy and-”
Proton yelped, his arm releasing Sycamore as Gible’s jaws clamped on his wrist. Violently swinging his arm around, he managed to dislodge Gible from Sycamore’s grip before tossing the dragon to the ground. Looking at his hand, Proton realized that Gible drew blood.
“Gible!”
Arms wrapped around Sycamore, holding him back, as Gible slowly got back up. Proton motioned to the grunts with a glance and a head tilt.
“Kill her. Maybe then our friend here will cooperate.”
“No!”
The grunts approached the Gible as Sycamore violently struggled to break free. He managed to break free for a moment before he was shoved to the ground, Proton grabbing a wad of hair and forcing him to watch the ensuing attack.
Gible, all the while, panicked, unable to escape. The sounds of kicks, stomps and cries pierced through the night air.
“Stop it!” Sycamore screamed.
Accepting the pain, Sycamore pulled against Proton in an attempt to dislodge himself from the grip. His face was shoved against the ground followed by the sensation of his wrists being bound. Sycamore continued to struggle, only for Proton to contort his arm, threatening to break it. All the while, Gible’s cries began to go silent.
“It’s over.” Proton stood up, dragging Sycamore to his feet. “Stubbornness has consequences.”
Flailing Sycamore around, he whistled, prompting the grunts to step aside. Blood, scraps, and bruises covered Gible. Closed eyes and a contorted, agape mouth sickened Sycamore. His throat closing up, tears welling.
“Was it really worth that poor Gible’s life?”
The momentary silence was tense. The proceeding scream, guttural. The orange glow of a Flamethrower exploded.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
A Time Traveling Encounter: Perfectworldshipping Week 2026 Day 2
I decided to participate in Perfectworldshipping week again. And though I missed day one’s prompt (was working on a fic that I may share later), I had a fun little idea for today’s. I’m going with Time Travel and since I’m doing a Sycamore run (just something I wanted to do in ZA), I thought it’d be fun to share a little bit of a “reunion” from this playthrough. I.E. a young who ends up in present day Kalos and is reunited with an older Lysandre.
It may not be the intent, but it’s funny to think about how, as the player, a “young Sycamore” is meeting L. Perhaps Hoopa yanked him through a wormhole or Celebi transported Sycamore to ZA Lumiose
Raihan Had Raigon to Paldea: Tips for a Raihan Playthrough
Character themed playthroughs and mono type runs are two ways that I like to spice up a playthrough. I had seen a few “Could insert character become a champion in insert game” videos, which inspired the former. One on if Leon could beat/become a champion in Violet. being the one to inspire me to do my first ever character run, Raihan in Scarlet.
Originally, I got through the entirety of the main game and The Teal Mask before I ended up wanting to move on to other playthroughs. However, this is the one character playthorugh I'd like to do again (this time beating The Indigo Disc as well). Maybe even uploading it for fun.
In the meantime, I thought I would give a few tips for those of you that may want to give a Raihan run a try. Of the character runs I've done, this was one of the easier one to build a team for, with only one team member needing to be replaced.
The key things to take away from this post include: possible alternatives based on his type and weather specialties, Archaludon, and when to obtain the two Pokémon found in the DLC.
Does it Matter Which Version You Go With Team Wise?
No.
Unlike the previously mentioned Leon run, only two of the seven Pokémon Raihan has used throughout his debut game aren't in it (as opposed to Seismitoad, Galarian Mr. Mime/Mr. Ryme, and Aegislash being unavailable for a Scarlet/Violet Leon run). And the ones that are available aren't version exclusive (i.e. Dragapult).
Trapinch and Duraludon, will be the only ones that may give you issues, assuming you don't want to start the Indigo Disc until after you beat the main game. They are only obtainable in the Indigo Disk and its respected Tera Raids. Both on and offline. Duraludon, unfortunately being obtainable in raids unlocked after you beat the main game.
The reason I went with Scarlet since it’s my go to version of the two. Plus, I feel that the Naranja uniform fits Raihan's aesthetic more (his uniform and hoodie's main colors being black, orange, and blue). Though Violet can be just as fun while also providing options you won’t have in Scarlet.
Pokémon He’s Used
Duraludon
Flygon
Sandaconda
Goodra
Torkoal
Turtonator
Gigalith
I did look into the manga and Masters EX for additional Pokémon, but the only Pokémon outside of this that he used was Leon's Charizard temporarily in the manga. So I'm not counting it because of that.
Are Any Alterations Necessary?
The only ones that need replacing are Gigalith and Turtonator. The former only being used once for his Gym battle. Neither one is available even when the DLC is considered. Granted only one of them would have been on the team, due to a team's max being six, if they were. Unless you wanted to save the other as a reserve.
That said, I narrowed down three qualifications for alternatives:
It’s a Dragon type,
It’s a type that benefits from one or more weather effects, and/or
No Hail/snowscape Pokémon.
The first two gives you plenty of options.
Assuming you use Goodra as a Rain setter, Water and Electric types will benefit from it. Alternatively, you can pair it up with Torkoal's Drought ability since Goodra can learn a Grass move or two. Steel, Rock, and Ground will benefit from Sandstorm. All the while Torkoal's Drought ability will help Fire and Grass types.
There are some Dragon types that have a secondary type that benefits from weather effects. However, it isn't required that they do.
The reason I disqualified snow/hail is because Raihan never uses it. In fact, if you send out a Pokémon that sets it up, he will commend you for using it. Melony was one of the few people to ever give him trouble and was able to beat him because of this.
I do have a few suggestions, but you don't have to use them. They're just here to give you some ideas.
Camerupt: While it will have a quad-weakness to Water, it would benefit from Sandstorms and Drought/Sunny Day.
Flapple/Appletun: Flapple or Appletun can be an alternative. They will be quad-weak to ice, but unlike in Sword and Shield, they aren’t version exclusives since their evolution apple (Tart and Sweet respectively). Tart and Sweet Apples can be found as loose item in the overworld. Primarily in Tagrtree Thicket. They can also be found in Kitakami by the apple orchards in Apple Hills. They'll work well with Drought Torkoal.
Dipplin/Hydrapple: Similar to Flapple and Appletun, you can use them. Same weaknesses and benefits when paired with Torkoal. The biggest drawback being that you won't be able to evolve Dipplin until you beat Drayton, which requires you to complete the Teal Mask's story in order to face the Blueberry Academy Elite Four. And since their levels are pretty high, you'll be stuck with Dipplin until it's around level 70.
Skeledirge: Skeledirge will fit the dragon specialty aesthetically, since it’s reptilian (based on a crocodile), as well as working well with Drought. You would also have it from the beginning, so you'd have a teammate from the get go.
Great Tusk/Iron Treads: Depending on which game you do this in, you can catch the Titan Great Tusk or Iron Treads after you beat it. Both will get defense buffs in Sandstorm. Great Tusk will get a stat buff in sunny weather thanks to it's Protosynthesis ability, while Iron Treads can (re)learn Electric Terrain to use it's ability Quark Drive, which can be used in tandem with rainy weather since Iron Treads gets access to several Electric moves.
Sandy Shocks or Roaring Moon: This will only really work for the Way Home and the Indigo Disc since Paradox Pokémon cannot breed. However, if you have one in Home or someone who has one, you can transfer one over before The Way Home. I picked these two since, while all of the past Pokémon work great in sunny weather thanks to Protosynthesis, these two felt the most fitting. Sandy Shocks can fit into rainy weather, sunny weather, and sandstorms and will provide coverage against Water types. Roaring Moon would fit the Dragon specialty and can benefit from sunny weather.
Iron Hands or Iron Bundle: On the flip side, I’d recommend either Iron Hands or Iron Bundle in Violet. Electric Terrain will have to be set up regardless for Quark Drive, but both will pair well with a Rain Dancing Goodra thanks to Iron Hand's Electric typing and Iron Bundle's Water.
Hisuian Goodra: This would have to be a Home transfer or trade option since the last time Hisuian Sliggoo and Goodra were available was during the Seven Star Mighty Dragonite Raid. Which was a year ago. I recommend it since, like Duraludon, it's a Steel/Dragon, which is a generally good type combo since it’s only weaknesses will be Fighting and Ground.
These are a few possibilities to give you a general idea for potential alternatives. Not the only options, but several that could be beneficial because they fit into one or both of Raihan’s specialties. There is, however, one suggestion that I wanted to discuss separately due to it being a cross generation evolution of his ace, Duraludon.
Archaludon: Can/Should You Use it?
I would stick with Duraludon unless you want to either trade one to a file that has the Metal Alloy, evolve it there, and send it back, or choose to evolve it once you start the Indigo Disc.
I would also suggest keeping Duraludon since it is Raihan's ace. And since it would have an evolution in Svarlet/Violet, it gets access to the Eviolite, which increases both defenses by 50%.
That said, I won't dissuade you from using Archaludon if you wanted to use it and didn't mind starting the Indigo Disc before beating the Teal Mask's story (you don't need to start the story for the former to start collecting bbq points). It is a good Pokemon in my experience with it's Steel/Dragon reducing the team's Ice and Fairy weaknesses. It also has a signature move in Electro Shot, which is a two stage move that becomes one in rainy weather. Metal Alloy can also be bought for BBQ points, found in Chargestone Cave, and is a reward for filling the Blueberry Academy Dex. So unlike the TM for Dipplin, you have several ways to obtain it without kickstarting the Indigo Disc story. You can even use both Duraludon and Archaludon if you like.
It's just obtaining getting it to evolve during Scarlet/Violet's main game may just be a hassle if you don't want to start the Indigo Disc right away. Plus, I do feel that having Duraludon is a must seeing as it was his ace in Sword/Shield.
Speaking of Duraludon, due to it being in 5 and 6 star raids, which aren't unlocked until you beat Scarlet/Violet's main game and the Academy Ace Tournament it does beg the question...
When is the Best Time to Get Trapinch and Duraludon?
Both can be traded/transferred over the moment you get your PokeDex. Which is when I'd recommend doing it. You can wait a bit with Trapinch since they do appear in 3 Star Raids, which only require a gym or two under your belt to unlock. Encountering one through raids is just a bit more random regardless of whether you're doing them online or whenever you chose to start the Indigo Disc.
You could also breed one, in the even you want to use a Trapinch and Duraludon that has Raihan as the original trainer. You would still need to transfer/trade one of each over (and Ditto if needed), but once you're able to buy pickles, basil, watercress, and olive oil, you can use one of each to make an Egg Sandwich. Wait for the eggs to show up in the basket and your set. That way you wouldn't have to worry about them not listening to you because you don't have enough badges.
Basically, I would recommend obtaining Trapinch and Duraludon as soon as possible so that you could have them as early as possible.
When Will the Weather Specialty Come into Play?
While it may not get a lot of use in double battles during Scarlet and Violet's base game, it can technically be used in every battle.
For reference:
Sandaconda’s ability Sand Spit will set up Sandstorms,
Sandaconda and Flygon can learn Sandstorm,
Goodra can learn Sandstorm, Sunny Day, and Rain Dance,
Torkoal can learn Sunny Day (for when Drought’s effects stop).
Duraludon is the only one of his available Pokémon who can’t learn a weather changing move. However, it can learn moves that will get boosts in all three of these weather conditions, while also getting defense buffs in sandstroms.
Since the base game mostly uses single battles, you would have to swap Pokémon out once the weather condition has been set, unless your using that Pokémon for the match (ex. having Torkoal set up sun and keeping it in for the Grusha fight or having Torkoal set up sun and swapping in Flapple when facing Kofu). You will lose a turn though when swapping out, unless you're doing so after knocking the opponent out. It can be countered slightly, assuming the Pokémon your sending in is holding a Damp, Heat, or Smooth Rock, since they extend weather conditions by three turns.
Double battles is where it'll have a more seamless use, which you will get with Ryme and every battle involved for the Blueberry Elite Four (and online if you wanted to see how it'd run). For instance, pairing Torkoal's Drought ability with a Fire type against Amarys, who's a Steel Specialist, will be great. Or, a Rain Dancing Goodra helping to boost a Kingra against Crispin's Fire types.
Either way, weather effects are useable from the get go. Whether or not you lose a turn will depend on single battles and if you swap out, but it can get at least two extra turns with the appropriate item.
Final Thoughts
I hope this helps or, at the very least was a fun little study for this playthrough. Feel free to add your own suggestions and input.
As for me, I would love to go back and do this run again. Maybe I'll run Goodra for sunny weather instead of rain this time, and I'll probably use Kommo-o, Tyranitar, or Baxcalibur to help with the Water and Ice weaknesses.
Apologies for the inactivity. Life’s been a bit hectic. On the brightside, I have five chapters of this done with a sixth on the way.
Green eyes rolled as Ukitake remained in his seat. “I wish I could say the same.”
The comment was brushed off as Aizen moved next Tousen. He nudged his head, motioning for Tousen to leave the room. Nodding, Tousen left, waiting outside to make sure no one intruded.
Aizen sat across from Ukitake, studying him. He cleaned up well as sharp. The white purified an already pure canvas as green eyes popped with cold intrigue. As did the bruise grazing the side of his face.
“I suppose you’re wondering why you’re here.”
“I mean, it’s not everyday I get plucked from my barracks and spirited away to the heart of Hollow territory.” Ukitake stated. “So, yes, I am a little curious.” Leaning forward, he snidely chuckled. “The better question is, how much will you really tell me?”
Smirking, Aizen patted Ukitake’s head. “As much as I feel is necessary. Which, at the present moment, is nothing.”
Ukitake swatted the hand away, only to find it curled beneath his chin. For someone so frail and in a position of imprisonment, it amazed Aizen that he wasn’t detoured by Aizen’s presence. Even as he released a small dose of his spiritual pressure.
“I’ll be sure to have miss Inoue patch that little bruise up.” Aizen sighed. “I hope that wasn’t from one of my Espada.”
“That depends. Is one of your Espada a black haired, pony tailed girl with a masked left eye?” Ukitake rolled his eyes. “She wasn’t too thrilled that ‘another ugly peasant’ was being brought in for Lord Aizen.”
Loly. He shouldn’t be too surprised that she was the culprit. Her loyalty was appreciating. However, her loyalty was needlessly violent at times. So Aizen knew he was going to have to address it. Especially since Ukitake wouldn’t retaliate due to her being relatively young.
“She is not,” Aizen stated, “but I will talk to her while Orihime fixes you up.” He shrugged. “In the meantime, I’d like to make your stay more comfortable.”
“You can start by letting me go.” Ukitake swatted at Aizen’s hand. “Next, I want you to promise no harm will come to Orihime Inoue. You will not hurt her. Or allow anyone to for that matter. If you truly feel the need to ‘punish’ her, direct at me instead.”
An eyebrow raised as Aizen smirked. Prioritizing someone over himself was in character for Ukitake. However, such a request was impressive. Being so willing to take punishments for her was admirable. Not too out of character, but a surprising declaration nonetheless.
“That’s not what I was expecting.” Aizen admitted. “Here I thought you’d ask for accommodations. Like an elevated bed or necessary medical equipment. Maybe a little pond. Or being released, which I would sadly have to deny.”
“It would be foolish of me to ask that. For me or miss Inoue.” His head tilted slightly. “Playing the long game will be key. Whether that means we’re stuck here indefinitely or eventually rescued. As such, I’d rather secure her safety over having my needs met.”
Aizen smirked. “I can do my best to keep Orihime unharmed. I’m too curious about her abilities to want to do her harm. While I cannot guarantee everyone will follow suit, you have my word that she’ll be safe.”
Standing up, Aizen paced around the room. “I’ll also be accommodating your various… temperaments. In the meantime, I have a few ground rules of my own.”
He took a seat next Ukitake, studying him. Aizen’s hand gently ran through Ukitake’s hair, seeing if he could get a reaction. Ukitake kept a sharp expression, not looking at Aizen as a subtle shutter fluttered.
“Unlike Miss Inoue, you won’t have the same freedoms. Unless expressly ordered, you aren’t allowed out of your room. If I’m not the one to retrieve you, Tousen or Starrk will. Orihime will provide healing when needed, but any major medical procedures will be overseen by me or.” His hand landed on Ukitake’s shoulder. “I promise to keep you safe. Provided you don’t do anything reckless.”
Ukitake didn’t react, keeping his attention off of Aizen. Instead, he stood up, walking over to a nearby window, and crossed his arms. The dull, grim landscape outside stretched for miles.
Escape was out of the question. Not that he knew where to go if he did. He didn’t have the energy presently to attempt. Nor could he be so selfish, knowing he wasn’t Aizen’s only prisoner.
“I accept your terms.”
Aizen smirked, puzzled as he stood up. “I’m surprised you’re not being more rebellious about this. I know you’re not as battle crazed as Zaraki or as enthusiastic as Renji, but I was expecting more of a fight from one of Genryusai Yamamoto’s protégés.”
“I could, but I know it would get me nowhere.” Ukitake flexed his right hand. “Mountains never falter when winds blow. They remain ever so still. Unscathed by the world.” For a moment, he glanced at Aizen. “The same could be said about your pride. Fighting against it will get me nowhere.”
An arm landed on Ukitake’s shoulder, causing him to jolt. As much as he didn’t mind certain people getting in his space, Aizen was not one of those people. Especially with the condescending kindness and faux friendliness plastered on his grinning face.
“I appreciate your cooperation. I might just spare your drunkard of a lover as a reward.” Emerald eyes sharply shot at Aizen. “You don’t hide it that well. You may gave fooled most of the captains, but I saw how fondly he looks at you. How receptive he is to your health.”
He got no rebuttal. No emotionally offended tirade. No physical retaliation. The restraint that Ukitake kept was admirable.
He was like ice. Stagnant and unwavering. He didn’t want to give Aizen a reaction, which amused him.
“You must be exhausted. By now, Ulquiorra and should have your room cleaned.” Aizen’s hand moved to Ukitake’s back before resting beside Aizen. “I expect you to get some rest. You’re going to have quite the test and will need all of the energy you can muster. But before you go, I know Orihime snuck into your quarters without myexpressed permission.” A fist swung at Ukitake, hitting the side of his face. “That is your punishment.”
Trying another Bleach fic. This time, focusing on an au where Orihime isn’t the only prisoner in Hueco Mundo. Possible ShunUki (Shunsui x Ukitake) in future chapters.
“Let’s just say, he’s a key component of research. A little secret that could be exploited in the right hands if manipulated properly. And unlike Orihime, I require first hand experience. Experience that I don’t trust anyone else to monitor.“
Orihime wasn’t the only prisoner in Hueco Mundo. Though his motives remain a mystery, Aizen decides to forcefully invite Ukitake.
Knowing they’re both hostages in this situation, Ukitake promises to do whatever he can to protect Orihime. Offering her a friend in such a turbulent situation.
However, his kindness may become a punishment as Aizen decides to exploit it.
The light tapping of footsteps echoed through Hueco Mundo. Approaching the throne room, Tousen carried an array of items, including a used syringe and an empty tray. Aizen was sitting on his throne reading something, setting it aside when he noticed Tousen.
“How is he?”
“Better.” Tousen tossed the syringe away. “We may not have the same resources as Squad Four, but we managed.” He handed the tray to Wonderweiss to have it dealt with. “However, I did have to sedate him as Ulquiorra restrained him.” Shaking his head, Tousen folded his arms. “For someone so sickly, I’m surprised he’s so stubborn.”
“With his training, I’m not surprised. The head captain isn’t soft and he’s one half of the original set.”
“So I’ve heard.”
Pacing around the room, Tousen checked on a few reports. What was being done with Luppi’s remains, how the Gillians were doing, and Grimmjow’s recovery were all things that were being logged.
“Though I must admit, I’m curious.” Tousen admitted. “Of all the captains you could have captured, why him? Given his history, I doubt he’d want to help our cause. Especially if he finds out about Kaien’s fate in relation to Aaroniero.”
“I can understand your reservations. Bringing him of all people here is pretty unusual.” Aizen leaned forward. “His role will be paramount, even if I’m not looking to recruit him. Consider him… a test subject. A guinea pig if you will.”
“What do you mean?”
Aizen stood up, stretching his legs as he moved around the room. “Let’s just say, he’s a key component of my research. A little secret that could be exploited in the right hands if manipulated properly. And unlike Orihime, I require first hand experience. Experience that I don’t trust anyone else to monitor.”
“Understood. Speaking of, are you sure you want her out and about?”
“She’s monitored. Besides,” Aizen stood by a window, “even if she somehow managed to get away from her chaperone, she has no where to go.”
~
How she managed to stray away from Starrk was a stroke of luck. Though she probably wouldn’t get far, nor would she know where to go, it was a relief to have a moment to herself. For now, she wouldn’t take it for granted as she enjoy the temporary space and curiously explored the area.
So far, she hadn’t discovered much. Or, rather, not much she could say intrigued her. The silence was eerily suffocating. The dark, monotoned halls, hypnotizing.
Yet, something drew her deeper into Los Noches. A buzzing echo in the air and a sickly aura called out to her. Following it brought her to a room guarded by an Arrancar. The sound of muffled coughing seeped through the door as she hid behind a pillar to investigate.
Once the coughing ceased, the door opened. Ulquiorra emerged, red blotches on his coat. He shook his head with an annoyed sigh.
“The room will need to be cleaned as I get our guest in a more presentable state for Lord Aizen.” Ulquiorra stated. “I’ll be back shortly with a cleaning crew and a change of clothes. Make sure no one enters or leaves this room until I get back.”
“Understood.” The guarding Arrancar stiffly replied.
Ulquiorra nodded, silently excused himself, walking down the opposing hallway that Orihime was in. Once he was out of sight, she felt a sense of grim curiosity, wondering who was hidden in that room. Especially since they were visited by Ulquiorra personally and required surveillance.
“What are you doing here? This area is off limits.”
Orihime jumped, realizing she had been spotted by the guard. “Oh, I, uh, got lost.”
“I see.” The guard approached her. “Then allow me to help you.”
Not wanting to leave just yet, she stepped back. An awkward chuckle escaped as she continued to focus on the door.
“Um… actually…”
Another muffled cough distracted both of them. The guard grumbled something under his breath. A subtle curse as the coughing quickly subsided.
“I know I’m not supposed to let anyone see the prisoner, but do you think you can do something about this? It’s so annoying and I doubt Master Aizen wants this to continue.”
Orihime nodded. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“Good.” The guard paused, scanning the area. “I can let you in. But not for long. Assuming nothing distracts him, it’ll probably take Ulquiorra ten minutes to gather who and what he needs to work on the prisoner. I can give you five minutes. Six if we’re lucky.”
“Understood.”
Nodding, the guard approached the door and unlocked it. Slowly, and as silently as possible, he opened the door, tilting his head to signal the coast was clear. Accepting the invitation, Orihime quietly shuffled into the room.
Once she was in, the guard closed the door. Before identifying the prisoner, Orihime inspected the room. Polished wood floors were stained with blood droplets. Long strains of pale hair snaked and circled on the ground as white fabric loosely blanketed spots on the floor.
“Ori… hime?”
Orihime shuttered, not expecting to hear her name. Focusing on the imprisoned occupant, brown eyes widened. Hunched over and weakly clinging to a bed for support, green eyes frantically scanned Orihime.
Trying my hand at Bleach fics since my interest for it is creeping back in. And while I could have retried an old idea, I thought I’d try my hand at a ShunUki sickfic.
Cleaning the floors wasn’t on the days itinerary. But with the floors looking like the prelude to a crime scene, it was necessary. Blood splattered on the floor, collected in one central spot as smaller splatters lead to the door.
Another coughing fit attacked Ukitake. This time during a meeting with Yamamoto about a recent Hollow occurrence he had while helping out some members of Squad Six. Squad Four was quick to respond, taking Ukitake to get immediate medical attention.
What made this case worse, was the fact that they suspected a cracked rib or two. Which would have only stressed his already fragile lungs further. He was also starting to show signs of a cold. With luck, recovery wouldn’t be long, but he was going to be sore, tired, and out of commission for a while.
Shunsui offered to help clean up the mess. It was the least he could do to help Yamamoto. It would also give Ukitake some peace of mind when the eventual guilt would set in.
It was never easy to watch, knowing there wasn’t anything they could do about it. His worse episodes really shaking people, regardless if it’s the first or hundredth time seeing it. Even now, as Shunsui looked at the bloodstained rag he used to clean up, it still caused his anxiety to spike.
“I should probably go check on him.” Shunsui mused, scratching the back of his head. “I would hate for Jūshirō to wake up without someone to keep him company.”
“It never gets any easier, does it?”
“Unfortunately, it can’t really be helped.” Shunsui started heading for the door. “Poor guy’s been pushing through it for centuries.”
“How are you handling it?”
Shunsui paused, a little confused. “I suppose I’m fine. I’m not the one hacking up a lung in the medical wing. So, I’d consider that a win.” He flashed a quick smile. “Why do you ask?”
“I can’t imagine that seeing him like this is particularly pleasant given how long you’ve known each other.” Yamamoto approached. “I’m worried that it’s taking a toll on you as much as it is on him. Having seen him like this so often, I doubt it has left you mentally unscathed.”
“I’m fine. Really.”
Before he could take a step out the door, a hand landed on Shinsui’s shoulder, causing the captain to shutter. “Jūshirō can wait. We need to talk.”
~
Relocating to a nearby garden, the duo found themselves in a reasonably private area. Yamamoto sat on a bench while Shunsui opted to sit on the grass.
“I know this isn’t easy on you. Seeing him like this.” Yamamoto observed. “I’m equally as disturbed by it, if a little less so on a personal level.”
“I appreciate the concern,” Shunsui acknowledged, “but I really think Jūshirō would appreciate this concern more. He’s the one living through this on a daily basis.”
“And you’ve witnessed it countless times for centuried. Are you okay?”
Shunsui leaned back, lying on the ground with his hands under his head. As the unaffected party, it felt odd being asked this. Not because the concern was unwarranted or unappreciated, but because it had never come up before.
“Why the sudden inquiry? Not that I’m complaining, but it seems odd to ask now. Instead of any time prior.”
“Jūshirō’s condition is as unpredictable as it is violent. It requires so much attention, that we don’t tend to think about how it affects those who watch it.” Yamamoto’s shoulders lowered. “I’m guilty of this myself. I know you’ve experienced this more than anyone else in the Soul Society. Yet, I’ve never stopped to consider how deeply it affects you.”
A silent pause responded as Shunsui formulated his thoughts. Clouds hovered above them, moving ever so gently. A faint breeze brushed passed Shunsui, swaying his hat slightly.
“It’s downright horrifying.” He admitted. “You’d think after all these years, it’d get easier. At the very least, not nearly as frightening.” He kicked a leg over the other, bending it slightly. “I know there’s only so much we can do, and he has it managed to the best of his ability. But,” he flinched, his mind going to an unsavory thought, “there are days when I’m afraid that I’ll wake up to find him on the floor. Dead. Covered in his own blood because his lungs finally gave out.”
Another quiet pause emerged. It wasn’t a pleasant thought. But he’d be lying if he said it never occurred to him. Ukitake, despite his health, wasn’t weak. He was serious when necessary. Kind when it counted. He was a fighter.
But he wasn’t invulnerable. He could get hurt. He could get sick. He could even die if things got that bad. It felt like a miracle that Ukitake hadn’t yet seeing as how his bad days putting him out of commission for days at a time.
Ukitake’s condition put a lot of stress on Ukitake, physically and mentally. That much was certain. And similar to Yamamoto, how it affected Shunsui on a regular basis, wasn’t something Shunsui thought about often. Or, rather, choose to avoid it.
So, as tough as it was to admit how it bothered him was relieving. There weren’t many people he felt comfortable talking to about it. Actually telling Ukitake himself, even less so. Shunsui could appreciate that Yamamoto opened the conversation. Despite the urge to ignore it.
“I assume you haven’t told him.” Yamamoto noted.
“Of course not. He feels bad enough as it is every time he has an attack. I don’t want him feeling any worse because I feel powerless and terrified.”
“That’s very admirable of you. Though, I do worry that suppressing how you feel will hurt you more than it’ll help him.” Pausing, Yanamoto let out a deflated sigh. “You should tell him.” Yamamoto stood up as Shunsui sat up, puzzled. “Jūshirō isn’t so naïve to believe his condition hasn’t affected others in some capacity. He’s too aware of its volatility to assume otherwise.”
Shunsui stood up. “Now’s not exactly the best time. He’s not exactly in the best condition at the moment.”
“He’s not so fragile that your honesty will make him worse. By now, he’s probably back in his quarters on bedrest.” Yamamoto’s head tilted slightly. “Go. He needs the company.”
~
“I’m sorry for making you clean up after me. I don’t know what came over me.”
“You have nothing to apologize for. The attacks aren’t predictable.”
Snow white hair twisted and tangled as Shunsui crafted a style for Ukitake’s hair. Braiding it seemed to be the plan as a loose braid began to form. Despite the natural elements and previous stress, Ukitake’s hair was still surprisingly soft.
Playing with his hair was cathartic. It felt like silk as it slithered through his fingers. Shunsui let out a heavy sigh as he tied the braid off with a black headband. A coarse hand lightly ran down the braid as the other held on to it.
“Your handiwork is lovely.” Ukitake complemented, tenderly moving the braid over his shoulder.
“Thank you.” Shunsui replied. “Your hair’s such a beautifully pure canvas that it deserves only the best craftsman.”
Arms wrapped around Ukitake’s shoulders as Shunsui rested his head on top of Ukitake’s. The scent of vanilla faintly welcomed him. Ukitake’s shoulders felt thin. Not quite boney, but thin enough to feel like one wrong move would break them. Getting him to eat would be important if Ukitake was going to start getting his strength back.
“Are you okay?” Ukitake inquired.
Shunsui huffed, tightening the hug slightly “Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”
Ukitake deflated, dropping his shoulders. “Is it because I’m so sick all of the time?”
Shunsui stiffened. Sensing that something was off, Ukitake wriggled around so he could turn and fact Shunsui. Weary eyes met puzzled ones as Ukitake flashed a faux smile.
“It’s okay if it is.” Ukitake tried to assure. “It’s not pleasant, and I know I can be-”
He was interrupted by a coughing fit. Covering his mouth, Ukitake tried his best to suppress it, praying it wouldn’t last long. Hunching forward, Ukitake decreased the risk of coughing on Shunsui further.
Breathing was coarse, but managed to work its way through the coughing. However, the risk of coughing up blood again, concerned Ukitake. If he couldn’t get it under control, he would be put under observation for longer. Which Ukitake wanted to avoid after being released only an hour or so ago.
With his attention fixated on it, he barely noticed that a pink kimono engulfed him. The compressed, warm embrace, however, was much more noticeable. Ukitake’s head was placed above Shunsui’s chest as arms held him, his body contorted into an awkward lying position.
One of Shunsui’s hands gently cradled the back of Ukitake’s head as the other held the sickly captain’s shoulders. Ukitake jolted with each cough, but they slowly started to subside. Several deep breathes took control as his body began to shake from the stress.
Labored inhales paced themselves out. Each exhale spaced themselves out in three second increments. The sound of Shunsui’s beating heart held Ukitake’s focus as he regained control.
“Thank you.” Ukitake sighed, moving his hand to pat Shunsui’s arm. “I… I’m okay.”
Ukitake weakly pushed against Shunsui only to be held tighter. A puzzled gasp escaped him as he tried again. But when Shunsui’s grasp refused to yield, Ukitake stopped, not knowing what was going on.
“Shunsui…?”
“I’m sorry.” Shunsui shuttered. “I… I…”
Repositioning Ukitake so that he was now sitting on his lap, Shunsui hugged him. His body shook, vibrating with distressed, rapid tension.
“It’s not fair… Why do you have to suffer alone?”
“Shunsui…”
Ukitake let out a small gasp as the hug tightened. “Why do I feel so helpless? Watching you suffer like a dove constricted by a snake.” Teeth clenched. “Why can’t I take away your pain?!”
Ukitake managed to muster up the strength to push back. Green eyes flared with confused bewilderment and offense. He hadn’t the energy to run, but he did have enough to retaliate.
“If I’m such a burden, I release you. You are no longer required to stay by my side.”
Dark eyes dilated, tearing up. “No! You’re not a burden.”
Ukitake shuttered, nog expecting the reaction. “Then talk to me, Shunsui.”
“You’re not weak. You’re not a burden. You’re one of the best men I know.” Dark eyes turned away. “But you’re fragile.” Hands clamped on the sides of Ukitake’s face. “I’m a selfish man. While I can’t share my health with you, I want to hold you close and never let you go.” His body trembled, eyes releasing a few stray tears. “So I’ll hide my fear if it means I can make you happy.”
Trembling turned to quaking as buried emotions finally spilled over. Thumbs gently traced along cheekbones, resting beneath emerald eyes. Seeing the suppressed despair on Shunsui’s face, Ukitake wrapped his arms around him, this time, pulling him in for a hug. Thin fingers gently weaved through chestnut hair. Ukitake’s lax, even breathing hummed along as he leaned against Shunsui.
“It’s okay.” Ukitake sighed. “Let it out.”
Arms wrapped around Ukitake’s torso. Burying his head in Ukitake’s shoulder, silent sobs escaped Shunsui.
~
“I can’t believe your the one to come down with a fever. Haven’t you had enough trouble for one day?”
Wrapped in Shunsui’s kimono like a wet puppy, Ukitake was sitting outside with a cup of tea beside him. Shunsui sat on the other side, an arm wrapped around Ukitake’s shoulders.
“What can I say? I’m a mess.”
“True, but you’re my mess.”
There was a soft chuckle at the joke. Leaning against Shunsui, he watched the koi swim around the pond. Their white and amber scales shimmered under the sunlight as they jumped.
“I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like you had to suppress how you felt.” Ukitake apologized. “I never meant to.”
“I know.” Shunsui accepted. “If anything, it’s my fault. I didn't want you to worry and have been putting on a brave face for so long that it inevitably was going to spill out. If anything, I should apologize for bottling it up this long.”
Ukitake shrugged, accepting the apology even if he didn’t feel it was entirely necessary. Looking to the sky, a pinkish orange hue was starting to form. Like a small, vibrant flame.
“‘I won’t let you die that easily, Jūshirō’.” Shunsui looked at Ukitake, puzzled. “Whenever I get sick, I think of that. It reminds me to stay strong, even when I’m alone.” Jade eyes watched over Shunsui. “You might not be able to cure my condition, but you have given me a reason to live.”
Silver eyes scanned Ukitake. His soft smile and confession warmed his heart, giving him something to remember. It also reminded him of the time he said that to Ukitake. How young they used to be and the beautiful beginning of their relationship. Shunsui’s free hand cupped the side of Ukitake’s face as Shunsui pulled him in for a kiss.
“Hey!” Ukitake playfully swatted at Shunsui, his face a light shade of red. “ You shouldn’t do that. I could get you sick.”
“Will not.” Shunsui kissed him again. “With how often we spend time together, I’m practically immune.”
More chuckles erupted as the two enjoyed the sunset.
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Trust in All the Wrong Places (A Perfectworldshipping fic for Perfectworldweek)
A few weeks late, but I finally got my entry done for the last day of Perfectworldshipping Week.
“It’s just a meeting. Rose just wants some information on Mega Evolution to compare against Dynamaxing.”
“And to take Kalos’ beloved professor on a date.”
“It’s not a date.”
“But he wants to take you out to lunch with a seaside view.”
A stack of clothes were unceremoniously tossed into a suitcase. As Sycamore closed it, arms wrapped around his shoulders. A light weight landed on his head as Lysandre’s rested on it.
“Of course it is.” Sycamore recalled. “Hulberry’s a seaside city. And according to Rose, the seafood at The Captain’s Table is to die for.” Lysandre grumbled. “You really don’t trust people, do you?”
“I trust people.”
“Name one person you trust.” Sycamore twisted around, pushing back slightly to face Lysandre. “Besides this beloved professor.”
Lysandre paused, as though contemplating the inquiry. “I trust Malva… and Steven Stone.”
“Makes sense. Malva seems like a trustworthy advisor. And you trust another businessman in Steven, so it’s not like you distrust businessmen. Then again, he does seem reliable.”
“He doesn’t have his father’s ego and I admire how he balances his research and championship.”
“Okay. Last I checked, Rose doesn’t have an ego despite being the sole founder of Macro Cosmo. And he seems to care deeply for his region.” Sycamore held Lysandre’s arm. “So what makes him different?”
“I don’t know,” a hand cradled the side of Sycamore’s face, “something feels off about him. Like he’s more interested in you rather than your research.”
Lysandre’s thumb twirled dark strands of hair, contemplating the thought. It may have sounded strange, paranoid even, but it worried him. Something about Rose’s demeanor was suspicious. He seemed too enthusiastic. Too curious. Too invested in other people’s work.
He understood the need to expand and explore resources, and Lysandre could understand how Sycamore’s work could give him some feedback. At the sane time, Lysandre knew that Sycamore was a charming man. Infectiously so. And eith their relationship not quite public yet, Lysandre worried that someone like Rose would want to take him. Romantically, professionally, or both.
A hand held Lysandre’s, pulling him out of his train of thought. “Trust me.”
~
The flight was set to go out at noon. It’d be a two hour flight and his meeting with Rose would be that night. The flight back would be tomorrow morning.
“I’ll call you when I get settled.” Sycamore promised.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to come?”
“I’ll be fine. Besides, I’d hate to inconvenience you by stealing you from your work.”
“It wouldn’t be an inconvenience.”
Sycamore chuckled, picking up his suitcase. “I’ll be okay. I’m a big boy.” As his flight was announced, Sycamore hugged Lysandre. “Got to go.”
Not waiting for a response, Sycamore ran to the departure gate. He only paused to wave back at Lysandre with a lax smile before disappearing. Once everyone was on board, the door was closed and after a few moments, the plane took off.
~
The Captain’s Table. Sycamore arrived a half hour early, wanting to make sure he got there in time. Since landing, he hadn’t heard much from Lysandre outside of him acknowledging that Sycamore had a safe flight. He wasn’t sure if he should worry, but figured Lysandre was busy with clients.
“Sorry for keeping you waiting. I was mingling with some admirers.”
Dawning a hat, shorts, sunglasses, and a white shirt, Rose took the seat across from Sycamore. Sycamore smirked, unbothered. Once Rose was settled, a waitress came to take their orders. Once placed, she went to pit it in.
“You’ll love the food.” Rose assured. “Though that isn’t the only thing that I hope you enjoy while you’re here.”
“Of course, Galar’s a beautiful region. That itself makes the trip worth it.”
“Indeed. If we weren’t meeting on business, I’d give you a full tour.”
“Another time perhaps.” Sycamore’s arms crossed on the table. “Speaking of business, why did you call me out here? Not that I don’t mind traveling, but a video call could have been easier for a Mega Evolution inquiry.”
“I wanted it to feel more… personal. Despite your generally approachable demeanor, you’re quite the reclusive fellow.” A hand landed on Sycamore’s arm. “I wanted to meet you.”
“That’s… reasonable. I can be pretty reserved when I want to be.” Sycamore moved his arm. “So, what would you like to know?”
“I suppose I’d like to start with how it’s different from Dynamaxing.” Rose stated as the food was delivered to their table. “Both capitalize on strengthening Pokémon.”
Sycamore nodded. “Mega Evolution doesn’t require the particles that Dynamaxing does. It’s more like an evolution. One that affects a Pokémon’s abilities more so than a traditional evolution. It’s still a mysterious phenomena, but with enough research, I’m hoping to discover the truth.”
“And where do the Mega Stones come into play?”
“Going back to evolution, my theory is that they act similar to stone evolutions like Arcanine, Roserade, and so on. However, Mega Stones were affected by energy from Xerneas or Yveltal three thousand years ago.”
“Interesting. It sounds similar to Eternatus during the Darkest Day. After its defeat, its energy opened the doors for Dynamaxing.”
“I suppose they do share that similarity.”
“Do you think Mega Evolution and Dynamaxing could be used together?”
“I’m not too familiar with Dynamaxing, but I suppose they could, in theory. Though I wouldn’t recommend it since it may cause a great deal of stress.”
“Oh?”
“Some studies have found that Mega Evolution, despite it being a sign of a strong bond between a Pokémon and its trainer, may cause physical pain. Adding a growing size may worsen it. And I would rather not risk put them through more pain if that’s the case.”
“Fascinating. You really know your stuff.”
“I would hope so. It is my specialty after all.”
“True, but you haven’t been a professor for as long as Samuel Oak or your mentor Rowan. So, you still have time to figure out all of the answers.”
Though it may not have been intended, the observation hit Sycamore’s confidence. While not entirely wrong, Sycamore felt like he was making progress. More than previous professors who studied it.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said it like that.” Rose’s hand held Sycamore’s. “You’re doing a lot of good work. On your own no less. I’m positive that you’ve made progress and will continue to do so.”
Sycamore’s gaze fell. “Yeah…”
“Enough about that.” Rose pulled Sycamore’s hand towards the middle of the table. “I’d like to get to know you more. As a person. Would you like to stay a little longer? I’d love to take you out on a more… casual evening.”
Grey eyes shook, startled. “Oh, no, I couldn’t. As tempting as it is, I’ve got to get back to Kalos.”
As Sycamore tried to pull his hand away, Rose held it in place. Rose’s other hand held Sycamore’s arm.
“I insist. If you’re worried about lodging, I can get you a suite in Wyndon. All expenses paid.”
Sycamore pulled his hand away. “Where is this coming from all of the sudden?”
Rose chuckled. “I’ve done some research on you, professor. An up and coming professor who studied under the esteemed Professor Rowan. Charming, if a little awkward, and alluring.” He leaned in closer. “I can offer you stability, resources, and love. All you have to do is promise yourself to me.”
Sycamore stood up, keeping a faux smile as a chill ran down his spine. “As tempting as that is, I… I’ve got to go.”
Before he could walk away, Sycamore’s arm was grabbed. He was yanked forward, a warm sensation landing on his mouth. A hand held the back of his head, holding him there.
A strained breath escaped Sycamore as he squirmed around. He managed to push away from the kiss, but the grip Rose had on him remained as he was yanked closer to Rose.
“Don’t be shy,” Rose kissed Sycamore’s forehead, “an opportunity like this doesn’t come every day.”
A hand moved to the bottom of Sycamore’s chin. He wanted to yell. Scream at Rose for the nonconsensual advance. But before he could get it out, Sycamore was yanked back. The scent of coffee and cinnamon graced Sycamore’s senses as he was shoved behind someone.
“Lysand-”
“Is this how you treat all of your guests? Or just the pure hearted ones?”
“You know,” Rose mused, “it’s quite rude to interrupt a conversation.”
“And it’s down right criminal to assault an unwilling professor.”
“Assault? Please. Not that it’s any of your business, but we’re sealing a deal.”
Lysandre’s fists clenched. “As my partner, Augustine is my business, you pompous, entitled bastard.”
As his fist flew forward, his arm would swiftly be yanked back. Turning his attention away from Rose, Lysandre was greeted by scared, silver eyes. Sycamore whole body shaking.
“Take me home.” Sycamore clenched Lysandre’s arm tighter. “Please.”
Lysandre’s expression softened, focusing on Sycamore’s distress. As much as he wanted to lash out further, Sycamore took priority. So if he wanted to leave, then Lysandre was ready to follow suit.
“Okay.” Lysandre sighed, prying his arm from Sycamore’s grip so he could hold hid hand. He then glared at Rose. “You aught to thank Augustine. If it were up to me, you wouldn't make it out of here in one piece.”
~
“You probably want to tell me, ‘I told you so’, don’t you?”
Reading a book in bed, Lysandre waited for the professor to join him. He paid no mind to Sycamore pacing around the room as Lysandre waited.
“No, I don’t.”
“But you were right.”
“And you were taken advantage of.” Lysandre turned a page. “It would be insensitive of me to berate a victim because of my suspicions.”
“But you were right and I probably deserve it for being so stupid.”
Lysandre closed his book and set it on the nightstand. “You didn’t deserve that. What you do deserve is comfort and understanding. And nowhere in that includes further traumatizing yourself because you think you deserved this.”
“But…”
The blankets were tossed down, opening a spot for Sycamore. A squeak escaped the professor, not finding the words to argue as Lysandre lightly tapped the spot next to him. It was a tempting offer, and Sycamore knew his body was tired beneath his swirling emotions.
Sycamore sighed, flopped on the bed. He cuddled up to Lysandre as the comforter was draped over him. Lysandre turned the light off.
“Do you still trust me?” Sycamore inquired, hiding his face in Lysandre’s chest.
“Of course.” Lysandre ran a hand through his hair. “If I recall correctly, a wise professor once asked if I trusted anyone besides him… and I suppose I do have a hard time trusting many people besides him.” His hand rested on Sycamore’s back. “You didn’t enter that situation willingly and I worry that people will abuse your kindness.” His hand did a gentle circling motion on Sycamore’s back. “I want to keep you safe in this cruel world.”
Sycamore shuffled around slightly. “And I thank you for it.” Leaning over, he kissed Lysandre’s cheek. “And between you, me, and the fence post, he’s a horrible kisser.”
Lysandre snickered. “I’ll be sure to add that to your biography.”
Sycamore snickered. “Don’t you dare.”
Rolling over, Lysandre got on top of Sycamore and kissed him. “I love you.”
Perfectworldshipping week 2025 Day 4 (Facades) Excerpt from Trust in All of the Wrong Places
Adjusting day three’s prompt so it feels as good as it can be. In the meantime, I’m working on a Perfectworldshipping fic and thought I’d share an excerpt for it sijce I felt it would fit today’s prompt. The entire fic will be finished for day 7.
In the meantime, enjoy this lil excerpt.
Facades. Sycamore has a meeting with Rose. Lysandre suspects it’s a facade.
“It’s just a meeting. Rose just wants some information on Mega Evolution to compare against Dynamaxing.”
“And to take Kalos’ beloved professor on a date.”
“It’s not a date.”
“But he wants to take you out to lunch with a seaside view.”
A stack of clothes were unceremoniously tossed into a suitcase. As Sycamore closed it, arms wrapped around his shoulders. A light weight landed on his head as Lysandre’s rested on it.
“Of course it is.” Sycamore recalled. “Hulberry’s a seaside city. And according to Rose, the seafood at The Captain’s Table is to die for.” Lysandre grumbled. “You really don’t trust people, do you?”
“I trust people.”
“Name one person you trust.” Sycamore twisted around, pushing back slightly to face Lysandre. “Besides this beloved professor.”
Lysandre paused, as though contemplating the inquiry. “I trust Malva… and Steven Stone.”
“Makes sense. Malva seems like a trustworthy advisor. And you trust another businessman in Steven, so it’s not like you distrust businessmen. Then again, he does seem reliable.”
“He doesn’t have his father’s ego and I admire how he balances his research and championship.”
“Okay. Last I checked, Rose doesn’t have an ego despite being the sole founder of Macro Cosmo. And he seems to care deeply for his region.” Sycamore held Lysandre’s arm. “So what makes him different?”
“I don’t know,” a hand cradled the side of Sycamore’s face, “something feels off about him. Like he’s more interested in you rather than your research.”
Lysandre’s thumb twirled dark strands of hair, contemplating the thought. It may have sounded strange, paranoid even, but it worried him. Something about Rose’s demeanor was suspicious. He seemed too enthusiastic. Too curious. Too invested in other people’s work.
He understood the need to expand and explore resources, and Lysandre could understand how Sycamore’s work could give him some feedback. At the sane time, Lysandre knew that Sycamore was a charming man. Infectiously so. And eith their relationship not quite public yet, Lysandre worried that someone like Rose would want to take him. Romantically, professionally, or both.
A hand held Lysandre’s, pulling him out of his train of thought. “Trust me.”
I decided to go with Give and Take for this day’s prompt. I was initially going to do a fic involving Lysandre telling Sycamore a story and using that as a way to give Sycamore a kiss since he’s given so much to others, but it wasn’t working out as well as I hoped. Instead, I took a particular quote from it, edited it slightly, and made some captures to go with it. Which could be implemented in a different day since I have an idea for a fic idea involving Rose that could fit.
Men like that treat others like Murkrow treat unguarded berries. They take, and take, and take. Too selfish in their own ego to give anything.
I, meanwhile offer you protection and companionship in exchange for love.
Surprise Flirting at the Winter Festival (Perfectworldshipping Week Day 1 Cold Weather)
Thought I’d give a shipping week a try. Perfectworldshipping since it’s one I’ve been exploring recently. I decided to go with the Cold Weather theme for Day 1, but since I already posted a fic that fit the theme, I figured I’d do a little Photo Capture in PoMas since I recently got Sycamore’s Holiday 2023 unit.
Day 1 | Cold Weather: Lysandre borrows Sycamore during the Winter Festival, catching the professor off guard as Lysandre tries flirting with him.
Could Jacq be Considered Scarlet and Violet's Professor?
While Sada and Turo are the defacto professors in Scarlet and Violet, they aren't the only characters who I feel fit the moniker of Pokémon Professor. Though he is the biology teacher as well as the homeroom teacher for the player and Nemona, there are quite a few factors that I feel qualifies Jacq as well.
Though Paldea already has a professor in the form of Sada and Turo, there is another character that can fit into the professor architype. Wh
The Winter Festival on Pasio was lovely. The colorful lights were beautiful and the celebratory merriment was heart warming. The addition of light snowfall, made the day even more peaceful.
Yet, despite the pleasantries and fun, Sycamore couldn’t find such joy. As he stood by a railed ledge, his mind was plagued with melancholy. Dread welled up in his stomach as his throat felt dry. When he leaned against the railing, a chill crept through him as he studied the last message his phone received.
“You’re going to catch a cold out here.”
Sycamore didn’t reply, closing out of the text. Footsteps tapped behind him, only stopping as someone stood beside him. A hand gently landed on his back, gently rubbing it before draping over Sycamore’s shoulders. Making his presence known, Lysandre leaned against the railing with the Kalos professor.
Studying Sycamore, he picked up on the professor’s depression. Despite the cold red hue starting to form on his face, his eyes were glossed over and stiff.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
Dark hair shuffled as Sycamore tilted his head to the side. His arms folded, defensively tightening. His frame shivered, but he refused to acknowledge it.
Adjusting his arm, Lysandre placed his hand on Sycamore’s forehead. It wasn’t too warm, but it didn’t feel normal either. Lysandre moved his hand, holding Sycamore’s arm. This caused Sycamore to subconsciously lean towards Lysandre, only to be yanked away when he realized what he was doing.
At this rate, Lysandre knew he was going to get sick if Sycamore didn’t get inside. With Sycamore’s nonexistent reactions and negligible indifference, Lysandre was going to be as forceful as necessary. Keeping his arm on Sycamore, he used his free hand to grab Sycamore’s shoulder.
As he started to move Sycamore away from the rail, the Kalosian professor pulled away from him. As Sycamore walked around him, Lysandre grabbed his arm. Sycamore yanked his arm away, taking a few more steps away from Lysandre.
“It’s nothing.”
“Augustine…”
A deflated chuckle escaped Sycamore. He folded his arms and began walking away. Lysandre followed close behind. The sound of soft murmurs hissed around him.
“It’s crazy. I’m being offered a great opportunity. Sinnoh is gorgeous and historic. Rowan can retire in peace. I can continue my research and study Sinnoh’s history alongside Cynthia. It’s perfect.” His frame anxiously shook. “Of course, I’ll need someone to hold down the fort. At least until Trevor’s old enough.” He paused. “Steven said he wanted to step down as champion, so I’m sure he’d enjoy studying Mega Evolution and all of the archeology Kalos has to offer.” His head bobbed in anxious approval. “So there’s no need to be so antsy. Just do it. Call Rowan and-”
His body was yanked back and spun around. A hand clamped on his shoulder as another rested on the base of his neck. Having forgotten about Lysandre, he was startled when the man towered over him with a sharp, concerned glare.
“I’m going to need you to calm down and breathe.”
Following his advice, Sycamore took a deep breath. Then another. By the third, he felt calmer as Lysandre gently ran his hand through his hair.
“What’s going on?”
Shoulders slumped. “I… I’m… I’ve been offered a job in Sinnoh.” His gaze fell to the ground. “Or… well… I’m being offered to take over for Rowan position that is. And I think I should take it.”
It sounded like a great offer and Lysandre could understand how great if an opportunity this was. Especially since Sycamore studied in Sinnoh. He could also understand hesitancy.
Yet, something about it felt off. Sycamore wasn’t usually so anxious.
“I’d be in good company with Cynthia, but I’d be leaving so many people behind. Dexio. Sina. Diantha…” he hid his face in his hand, “You.”
“I see.”
Lysandre sighed, a finger twirling a strand of black hair. The concern was valid. Sycamore built a life in Kalos. Was an expert in Mega Evolutions and had relationships in Kalos.
At the same time, Sinnoh was where he got his start. He knew people in Sinnoh, so he wouldn’t be completely alone. It would also give him the chance to expand his horizons.
At the end of the day, it wasn’t an easy choice. Despite the arguments for and against it. At the same time, it wasn’t the most pressing issue in the moment. Between the stress and the cold, Lysandre was more concerned about Sycamore’s health.
“Why don’t you stay with me tonight?”
Sycamore winced, shaking his head. “Oh, no. I couldn’t. You’re so busy, I’d hate to impose.”
“It’s not imposing if I’m inviting you.”
“I… I know. But I feel like I’ve already ruined your evening. Especially since I’m only springing this news on you now.” Sycamore awkwardly chuckled. “You must think I’m terrible.”
“Of course not. Would I have liked to know sooner? Sure, but it’s a lot to take in.”
“Still, I should have been more forthcoming.” He shook his head. “Anyways, it’s late. I should be getting home.”
Sycamore gasped as something was thrown on him. He was coated in Lysandre’s scent as hands adjusted Lysandre’s coat on him. Lysandre’s hand gently hovered over Sycamore’s forehead.
“You’re starting to burn up.” Lysandre mused, shaking his head. “My place is closer.”
“No, I could-”
Sycamore was lifted off of the ground, cradled in Lysandre’s arms with ease. One arm wrapped under Sycamore’s legs as the other wrapped around his lower back. Sycamore’s face turned even redder as he grabbed onto Lysandre’s shirt. Which wasn’t hepled by the fact that Lysandre started moving.
“Put me down.”
“I will… After I get you to my place.”
~
Dressed in an oversized pair of pajamas, Sycamore sat on the bed. Hands barely escaped the sleeves as the pant legs covered his feet. Despite their size, they were pretty comfortable.
“If it makes you feel better, they look good on you.”
Lysandre stood in the doorway, arms folded and smirking. Grey eyes rolled as he entered the room.
“I look like a red Mienshao.” Sycamore mused, lightly shaking his hands as Lysandre sat next to him. “A clumsy, red Mienshao.”
“Sorry, I’m cleaning my blue pair.” Pulling out a thermometer, he read it over. “But you look charming all the same.”
“If you say so.”
Lysandre chuckled. “Well, on the bright side, you’re not dying. Though, you’ll probably want to get some good sleep before this little fever gets worse.”
“Okay, Doctor Lysandre.”
With a small huff, Sycamore pulled his legs onto the bed, shuffling around. His head flopped onto the pillow, lying on his side as Lysandre covered him with the comforter. Once Sycamore was comfortable, Lysandre stood up.
“Where’re you going?”
“Taking a shower.”
~
The subtle buzz of a phone vibrating chimed as Lysandre picked up Sycamore’s phone. Grabbing it, Lysandre unlocked it to find a voicemail alert. Though he knew he shouldn’t be snooping, Lysandre didn’t care. If it was urgent, he was certain Sycamore wouldn’t mind.
Hello, Augustine. It’s Rowan. I’m going to be in Pasio tomorrow for business. If you’d like, we can go over the proceedings over lunch. Maybe even finalize a decision. Call me back when you can. Bye.
Lysandre’s arm dropped as he held the phone in front of him. Keeping his composure, an array of thoughts swirled through his mind. Sycamore shouldn’t have to discuss things over with Rowan so soon. In Lysandre’s opinion, Sycamore wasn’t in a position to make such a big decision. If Sycamore were to accept the offer, he needed time to get into a clear mindset before talking it over. Which he currently didn’t have between the impending cold and the preexisting anxiety.
At the same time, the thought of Sycamore leaving didn’t sit well with Lysandre. He didn’t want the professor to go. The opportunity, while great, meant that Lysandre would lose his anchor. Lysandre already hated the notion that Sycamore wouldn’t join him in his mission. Moving to a different region only added to that stress.
There was also the matter of their relationship. Neither were really open about it publicly, but they were serious. For the last five years, they had abandoned a studious friendship for a loving partnership. They continued to support each other in their endeavors. Sycamore brought him his favorite wine when Lysandre’s Lumiose City café opened. Lysandre defended Sycamore from punks attempting to rob him and helped financially support Sycamore’s research.
Lysandre wanted to support him in this venture too, but he couldn’t. But in doing so, he feared it would mean they would drift apart. There was also the fact that Cynthia was quite clever. Of she got an inkling about Lysandre’s plan, he knew she’d be able to turn Sycamore against him. Ruining their relationship and forcing Lysandre to destroy Sycamore.
Losing what control he had in the relationship disturbed him. The thought of losing Sycamore scared him even more. This offer was the reason. It was all Rowan’s fault.
Erasing the voicemail and any sign of a missed call, Lysandre set the phone on the table and went to the bedroom. He turned the light off, spotting Sycamore barely holding onto consciousness.
“What took you so long?”
“Sorry,” Lysandre apologized, climbing over Sycamore to lie on the open side of the bed, “I thought I saw a shiny Fletchling outside and wanted to get a picture of it.”
Wrapping his arms around Sycamore’s shoulders, Lysandre pulled him closer. The professor didn’t protest, rolling over to face him. Lysandre lied on his back, letting his arm act as a cushion for Sycamore.
“Did you get it?”
“No, it flew away because of a pouncing Liepard.”
Sycamore smirked, curling against Lysandre. “You’ll catch it next time.”
“Perhaps.”
An arm blanketed over Lysandre as Sycamore rested his head against his chest. Sycamore’s leg sprawled over Lysandre as Lysandre’s arm wrapped around Sycamore. A soft kiss managed to reach Lysandre’s cheek, using the last bit of Sycamore’s energy.
“Good night my little Pyroar.”
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