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charcadett · 1 year

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Distracted (Jacq/GN!Reader)

You and Jacq lose track of time while researching out in the Paldean wilderness. Unfortunately for you - and the all encompassing crush you’re certain is not requited - you find the only hotel room available has one bed. This is Arceus’ punishment for fantasizing about your friend, you’re certain.

Word Count: 1,748

A/N: Hiiii so me and my buddy @struggling-bee were talking about there was only one bed trope and then jacq. and then this one shot that was SUPPOSED to be short showed up in my google docs LOL

CW: Suggestive, no explicit smut but it is implied.

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You didn’t know what you expected. Whenever Jacq was involved, your plans had a tendency to unravel at the seams. Maybe it was his vibes. Or perhaps his use of open-toed shoes in the lab has earned him the ire of the universe. As a result, in return for keeping his extremities, Jacq would pay his debt in luck.

Ultimately, and less dramatically, you decided the truth was simple: Jacq was bad at time management.

Not that you were much better. After all, you were deep in the Paldean wilderness, so engrossed in your studies that you barely noticed when the sun dipped under the horizon. Even when your only light came from whatever slivers of moonlight could force their way through the trees, you barely gave it any notice. Still, it was easier to place the blame entirely on Jacq. You enjoyed watching him wave his hands and stutter apologies.

All through the hike to the nearest hotel, he kept rambling. At first, to explain himself before it devolved into his observations of the day. As per usual, you found yourself not paying attention. Jacq was exhausted. His voice had a thick undertone to it, far deeper than it’d usually be. The sound of it sent a pleasant rush down your spine.

Oh, how Jacq was cute. You traced the curve of his lips with your eyes, his tongue peeking from between his teeth every few seconds. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows, displaying his forearms for only you and the stars to ogle. The veins of his wrist were pronounced, as were the tendons of his hands. They moved under his skin as his fingers twitched. You wondered how he’d squirm if you were to take the digits into your mouth. Swirl your tongue along his knuckles. He seemed the type to whine and, if you were lucky, beg.

Jacq turned to you with a smile, likely anticipating a response. His teeth glinted in the sparse light. What kind of impression would they leave on your skin? Would your body know how to fall apart to him as easily as your heart? Instead of saying anything, you merely shrugged, pretending as if you weren’t busy thinking about how else he could put his mouth to use.

You've been pining over your coworker - friend? - for as long as you've known him. Of course, you appreciated his physical attributes, but that wasn’t what initially drew you. Even his mind wasn’t the cause of your attraction, though it certainly didn’t hinder it. It was his kindness. His utterly unfailing kindness was the true answer to that equation. You were shy. Not the cute type of shy that you saw on television, but the awkward and cringeworthy type.

Your foot was almost always lodged deep within your esophagus. An extra stick of deodorant was kept in your bag because of your unfortunate tendency to sweat under unwanted attention. Whenever anyone tried to talk to you, the words tangled in the back of your throat, wound so tight, you feared that, instead of a response, you’d spew your lunch all over their shirt. It made for a very unfruitful social life.

Jacq, however, remained undeterred. He forced his way into your life, armed with nothing but his painfully handsome face and a smile. It made sense that you would fall for the first person to show an interest in you, even if it was platonic. So starved for any form of affection, of course you would ravenously consume whatever crumbs you could get your hands on.

“Yoohoo, earth to Y/N?” Jacq waved his hand in front of your face. With a blush, you realized that you’d gotten so lost in thought, you didn't notice you weren’t outside anymore. Instead, you stood awkward and unmoving inside a hotel lobby. A bit of wetness at the corner of your mouth made you flush harder.

Furiously wiping at the drool, you gave Jacq a small smile.

“Oh, that’s good. Because I have some bad news.” He rubbed the back of his neck with his right hand instead of his left. Jacq seemed nervous. His eyes wouldn’t meet yours, choosing to dart around the room rather than settle on your face.

Your eyebrows furrowed. It wasn’t as if there wasn’t a room available, he had the room key in his dominant hand.

“Weeeell, they only have one room available. And it only has one bed,” Jacq said, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Is that- is that okay?”

“Oh.” That was not okay. That was a nightmare. There was no way you’d be able to sleep with Jacq right next to you mere seconds after you daydreamed about having your way with him. But, as always, not wanting to make him uncomfortable, you plastered on a grin. “That’s cool. It’ll be like, uh, a sleepover.”

He perked up, though his face was darker than usual. “Good point! I mean, I’ve shared beds with my friends before. It’s no big deal.”

“Yeah, no big deal.”

“Yep! Not a problem at all.”

Thirty minutes later, it was most certainly a problem.

What were you expecting? You were fantasizing about fucking him not even an hour ago. There wasn’t a barrier between the two of you. The hotel was cheap, with only two pillows and a thin duvet for both of you. Nothing was keeping you from reaching over and throwing yourself into Jacq’s arms except for your self-control.

You clenched your teeth to keep them from chattering. Whoever had the room last cranked the A/C as low as it could go, and you were freezing. Yes, you could turn it off yourself, but that would mean getting out of bed. Which would mean movement. And that felt like a very bad idea right now.

You knew Jacq was awake with you. His breathing hadn’t evened since awkwardly scooching under the covers with you. Every minute, you felt him twitch or run a hand through his hair. Barely audible through the buzz of the A/C, you could hear him muttering something under his breath. Probably about how this was the worst sleepover ever.

It was ridiculous, but you were afraid if you moved even an inch, it would shatter whatever tension had filled the room.

Awkward tension, you supplied. Not sexual tension. That would require reciprocation, which was most definitely not on the table.

Whether from the nerves or the cold, you only realized you were trembling when Jacq flipped over to face you. There was some unrecognizable expression that you couldn’t stand to look at, so you focused on the ceiling. It was a dull yellow and possibly full of asbestos. Yum.

He took a breath and you beat whatever he was about to say only by a second. “Begone, human! This side of the bed is my territory.”

Why would you say that? Why would you say that? Why would you say that?

You whipped your head around to face the window. Maybe you could jump out. It was only the second floor, you could survive a broken leg.

Jacq barked out a laugh. “What?”

“I dunno, I was trying to be funny.”

“Well, it worked. I laughed.” Silence fell once again, just as suffocating as the last. You spared a glance at Jacq only to force your gaze back to the ceiling, unable to cope with his affectionate, half-lidded smile.

Maybe you were too quick to remove reciprocation from the table.

He scooted closer. “Are you cold?”

You were, but also way too hot. You could feel him close to you, radiating heat and whatever else. What were you supposed to do now? Something, you knew that much, but it wasn’t like you had any experience to draw from. This was something you experienced second-hand. Lived vicariously through your collection of shitty movies or fantasies, not real life.

Do you reach over and touch him? Do you answer honestly, because the room was absolutely frigid? What if you were wrong? Would he laugh at you?

Unable to cope with the maelstrom of emotions that threatened to kill you dead, you threw your arm toward the ceiling.

“Wow! Check out that water stain, it sort of looks like a Jumpluff.” It absolutely did not.

You felt the bed shift as he sat up. He squinted his eyes in the dark before his grin nearly lit up the room. “I think it looks more like a Ditto.”

You choked on a laugh. If you relaxed for even a moment, you’d either kiss him or strangle him.

Jacq’s smile dropped when he turned back to you. “Hey, are you okay? You’re shaking.”

His shirt was much too big for him and the collar dipped low enough for you to see his Adam's apple bob. Without his glasses, you realized just how much of him they tended to hide. You wanted to find out how long it would take to map his scars, moles, freckles, his everything- with your lips.

“I don’t know what to do.” Desperation colored your words in the most humiliating way.

Jacq gave you a gentle smile before placing a hand against your bare arm, just under the sleeve of your nightshirt.

“Oh. I think I might.” He searched your face before slowly inching closer. “If that’s okay.”

“Please.”

Jacq started by tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, muttering something about how cute you were. You couldn’t hear over the blood rushing in your ears. His thumb rubbed slow circles against your skin as you shuddered under his hold, and somehow, his ministrations became even more gentle. Jacq slowly moved closer, giving you time to pull away if you wanted. His hand slid down your arm and along your side until he was cupping your cheeks so lightly you weren’t sure he was even there. You leaned into him if only to feel him more. To know that this was real.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” He said. You smelled toothpaste on his breath.

“Okay.”

Pressing his body tight against yours, he closed the gap.

Between his exploratory touches and the blistering heat of his mouth, you could barely remember your fantasies from earlier. Instead of Jacq under you, desperate and pliant, you found yourself under the full weight of his affection. With his head between your thighs and his name caught in the back of your throat, you supposed there was always next time.

#pokemon x reader #pokemon imagines #instructor jacq x reader #pokemon oneshot #i REALLY hope tumblr doesnt eat the formatting of this post or ill explode #anyway three cheers foe the first actual one shot on this blog #🍾🍾🍾#also sorry if theres any grammar mistakes in this i have literally only my notes app and google docs on my phone for writing rn

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nitefise-art · 1 year

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Companion fic to my Zero comic, Part 4/?

Acting Director Tyme had always been a sensible woman. “A lovely student.” “Always willing to help others.” “Mature beyond her years.” “A pleasure to teach.” Such were the sorts of comments that filled her long lost school report cards. It was always a shock, therefore, for new acquaintances to discover that the sharp-witted, assertive, attitudinal woman known as Ryme was in fact her sister—so much so that when the two sat down together at the Treasure Eatery each month, notes were always exchanged as to whom they had managed to fool the longest since their last dinner date. Ryme always emerged the victor, of course, as Tyme was, still, a sensible woman.

Perhaps that was why the first time Clavell was needed off campus for an extended period, Tyme had been tipped to stand in his place. This came as a surprise to her. Clavell aside, she was the most senior in age of all the staff, that much was true, but when it came to the affairs of the Academy, she had to admit that she held no particular wisdom over any of her colleagues. Indeed, it rather seemed to her that Jacq was the most obvious choice, particularly given how closely he had already worked with Clavell before they took up their respective positions at Uva.

As it was, her expectations did not transpire, and so it was her who always sat beside Clavell at the staff meeting table; her who always appeared at his right-hand during school assemblies. And her, too, to whom the call from “a strange man” was put through from reception that night at 10.17pm.

“Good evening, am I speaking with the most senior staff member of the Academy?”

“I am the Acting Director, yes—I’m afraid Director Clav—”

“Good. You must send help to the Zero Lab immediately.”

…Wasn’t that where Clavell—

“I regret to inform you that Director Clavell has sustained serious injuries.”

“I’m sorry, who—"

“Based on my rudimentary scanning capabilities, he is not at current risk of imminent death, but I fear there is not too much more time.”

“What—”

“I beg of you, please send help immediately.”

And the line went dead.

Tyme stared at the screen of her phone until her own reflection stared back.

Her first, instinctive thought was that someone was simply playing a cruel joke. When Raifort had told her Clavell had gone into Area Zero to fetch some students, she had her reservations, but it never crossed her mind that there could be any serious danger. Clavell was, as she had come to discover over the last year and a half, a strong trainer—shrewd, even, despite his occasional tendencies to the contrary in certain other circumstances. Area Zero was off‑limits to students, but only naturally, given the Academy had a duty of care. To a veteran trainer such as Clavell, the Crater posed no greater challenge than the test set for students by the Pokemon League.

At least, that was what Tyme had always been led to believe. The immediate nervousness in Jacq’s voice when she called for a second opinion, however, convinced her otherwise.

And so it was that the two of them, three members of the League and a medical team all found themselves in Flying Taxis, huddled in quiet anxiety, as they descended through the clouds of the Great Paldean Crater at 23 minutes to midnight.

#pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon sv #pokemon sv spoilers #tyme #ms tyme #jacq #clavell #director clavell #zerofic #nitefise-art #my writing #x

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casperambles · 1 year

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He gently knocked on the door. The academy was still so very new to him, he had no reason to be here most times, he finished his schooling many years ago. Still, he had come here on the suggestion of Hassel.

He looked at his watch. Had he been heard? He stands awkwardly for another minute to pass before deciding to knock again. Harder, this time. He was always scolded for being too quiet, but he figured this was loud enough when he heard something move on the other side of the door and a charismatic "Come in!"

So he did. He turned the knob and carefully walked in, hoping he wasn't disturbing any classes. Thankfully he wasn't and the room was mostly empty. "Jacq..?" he quietly questioned, he wasn't familiar with the staff.

"Larry!" Jacq answered cheerfully. Obviously he was familiar with Larry and it made Larry feel a little guilty. "What brings you here?"

"Well, I uh.." Larry mumbled, placing his briefcase on one of the empty tables in the room "Hassel and I were discussing things and somehow we got onto me being raised in Sinnoh," he starts, unclipping his briefcase and opening it "I'd taken part in the gym challenge there and Hassel said you may be interested in this so I came to drop it off." Larry picks up his old Sinnohan pokedex and holds it up to make his point. "You have a real Sinnoh Pokedex?!" Jacq excitedly questions, immediately rushing to Larry's side. Larry holds it out for Jacq to take but he seems content looking at it in Larry's hand. "Can you show me how it works?" Ah. Yeah there's that. Larry hadn't considered that Jacq wouldn't know how to work it. "Oh yes, sure..." Larry said, pressing its power button to turn it on. When it powered on it listed many details in a language Jacq couldn't understand. The only things he could make out were what appeared to be Larry's trainer number and a photo I.D of him when he was a teenager. Larry went through the menu using the D-pad on the side and pressed the large green button when he got to the option he wanted. Jacq was studying his movements and the pokedex menu thoroughly and when the menu changed to show a list of Pokemon Jacq was delighted. "Here." Larry said, once again holding out the pokedex "Have a look."

Jacq happily took the pokedex, almost shaking with excitement. he scrolled through the pokemon with the d-pad until he figured out that the screen also worked as a touch screen. This was so cool, he never thought he'd see a real Sinnohan pokedex, he never knew anyone from Sinnoh before. He pressed his finger on some pokemon to bring up their info but quickly realised none of the information was in a language he could understand. Still, he was thrilled. There was so many pokemon here, some he could find in Paldea but some he'd never seen before. "Larry this is so-" he laughed, cutting himself off, too excited. He took deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself down. "I appreciate this so much, thank you!"

Larry nodded "Of course. Hassel did say you'd like it."

"And he was right! I'll need Salvatores help to translate it but this is so helpful. A first hand pokedex from another region!"

Larry somehow forgot about Jacq not being able to understand the language it was written in. He himself speaks multiple languages. "Oh... I can help translate it, it is mines afterall."

Jacq grabed Larry by the shoulder and Larry flinched under his touch but his grasp kept firm "You would do that?"

"Yeah, yeah, it's fine."

Jacq could have hugged Larry. But he didn't Instead he just gave Larry a large smile and let him go, continuing to scroll through all the pokemon on display. There's even photos of them in their natural habitat and some handwritten notes.

"Thank you Larry, really."

"No problem, it's about time someone got some use out of it again."

#writing #pokemon #gym leader larry #pokemon jacq

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agoldengalaxy · 1 year

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An Applin a Day

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"Wait.” Nemona blinks dumbly. “Penny!” she exclaims, making the other girl nearly drop the book in surprise. “You’re from Galar, too!”

Raising a brow, Penny stares at her, somewhat unimpressed. “Yeah. Glad you remember that.”

“No, no, that’s not what I mean. Look!”

Penny sighs, looking down at the page. This time, when she gasps, she actually does let go of the book - leaving Arven to scramble to catch it, looking over the page himself. A rare smile pulls at Penny’s lips. “You’re going to give her an Applin?"

Nemona’s knee bounces restlessly, her chin in hand as she stares out the classroom window. She usually loves biology class, but she can’t help but feel fidgety. Tonight, she gets to battle Juliana, her true rival, her best friend. That’s all well and good, as Juliana is almost always up for a Pokémon battle, but the reason why she’s restless isn’t just from excitement this time.

“Psst. Hey.” A whisper catches her attention behind her, and Nemona glances over her shoulder. Juliana is pointing at a post-it note on the edge of her desk. Scrawled in neat handwriting, it reads, You okay? :)

Her heart flutters as she grins, lifting her gaze back up to her friend. She nods, whispering her answer so Jacq does not hear. “Si, si, just excited!”

Juliana seems reassured by that answer, a smirk appearing on her face. “You’re going down,” she murmurs, and Nemona has to turn around to hide the blush that creeps up her neck, gripping at a fistful of her skirt.

It’s even harder to concentrate for the rest of class. Nemona wonders if she’ll ever get rid of the hotness in her face when the bell finally rings and Jacq dismisses them. As they pack up, his gaze falls on her. “Oh! Nemona, would you mind sticking around for just a minute?”

Her heart sinks, wondering if she might be in trouble. She puts on a smile. “Sure, Mr. Jacq!” She glances toward Juliana, still smiling. “Go, you don’t have to wait. I want you to be fully prepared tonight!”

Her rival seems to hesitate a moment, but ultimately decides to agree. She smiles, adjusting her hat and bag. “I’ll see you in the courtyard later. Bye, Nemona. Bye, Mr. Jacq!” She waves happily as she leaves, and their homeroom teacher waves back. Nemona, keeping her chin high, approaches him with her usual energy as best she can.

“Qué pasa, teach?”

Jacq gazes at her, his eyes large and full of quiet understanding behind his hexagonal glasses. He tilts his head. “Are you okay?”

Furrowing her brows, she tries not to panic. There’s no way he can know, right? “Okay? Of course I’m okay. I’m more than okay. Why wouldn’t I be okay?”

“Well, you’re usually not so distracted in my class,” he replies with a chuckle, not unkindly. “Something’s on your mind, huh?”

Her heart skips a beat. “I-I’m just excited for tonight, is all! Juliana agreed to give me another all-out Pokémon battle.”

She can’t help but wither slightly under his gaze, as if he can read her mind. He smiles warmly. “Ah, I know you love those battles. But, if I may, I have some advice that might help you out.”

“A-Advice?”

Smiling as though he has a secret, Jacq stands up and walks toward his bookshelf, looking though it for a moment. “Ah.” He pulls out a purple-bound book, moving back to sit on the edge of his desk beside her. Holding it in his lap, he tilts his head. “Did you know I’m married?”

The question seems to come out of nowhere, but she’s too caught off guard to think about it too much. “ Married?!” The question rips from her throat, and suddenly her worries about Juliana disappear for a moment. “R-Really? To another teacher? Are you married to Ms. Raifort?!”

“No, no,” Jacq laughs good-naturedly, shaking his head. “No, my partner’s not a teacher. I met them when I was studying in Galar a few years ago. They’re actually a farmer.”

“Whoa, cool,” she muses, still unsure of why he’s talking about this, but too interested to care. “Was it love at first sight, Mr. Jacq?”

He smiles, reaching up to adjust his glasses. “Not quite, I’m afraid. They didn’t like me at first, you see. I spent a lot of time working on the beginning of the Pokédex app back then, but when my time in Galar was running out, I realized just how special they were. They’re a wonderful Pokémon Trainer, and they taught me a lot about nature. I couldn’t stop thinking about them, I could barely eat or work or sleep. I wouldn’t ever meet someone like that again, so I had to do something to show how I felt.”

Nemona blinks, looking curiously at him. “What did you do?”

With a soft blush rising against his cheeks, he turns to the book in his lap, opening up to a dog-eared page, and flips it around for her to see. She looks over the pictures while he explains. “One of the oldest traditions in Galar is to give an Applin to the person you love. So, I searched all the trees I came across for an hour until I found one. I caught it, and presented it to my partner. They knew of the tradition, being Galarian themself, and it meant a lot that I’d done that just for them.” He sighs. “We got married a year later, and now we live here.”

“Wow,” she murmurs. “I had no idea, Mr. Jacq. You don’t ever really talk about yourself.”

He chuckles, clearly amused. “I know, I know. I don’t think Director Clavell would like it much if I spent most of class talking about my personal life instead of teaching.”

“So, why are you telling me all this? Oh, is your partner coming to visit the academy?” she asks, suddenly excited by the prospect. “I’d love to show them around, if you’re too busy or something! I am student council president, after all!”

Closing the book gently, Jacq shakes his head. “No, no, it’s nothing like that, although I’m sure they’ll want to tag along to see the next Ace Tournament. I was explaining this to you because I have a feeling you are going through something similar right now.”

Her heart skips a beat again. “Similar…?”

“I recognize that far off look in your eyes, Nemona, and I know you are in love. I thought I might offer some advice to you. Tell your friends. Don’t keep it bottled up inside. It will only end up exploding in your face someday. You don’t have to catch an Applin, but you should act on your feelings.”

Heat creeps up to her cheeks again. She hides her face in her hands. Is she really so obvious that her homeroom teacher can tell so easily? “Ay, dios mío, Mr. Jacq!” She wants to deny it. She wants to leave and never return. But…she can’t help but think he has a point. If it worked for him, maybe it could work for her. Sheepishly, she lifts her head, finding him looking at her with slight pity. “…What do I do if she doesn’t feel the same?” she asks, her voice uncharacteristically small. “She’s my rival. She’s my best friend.”

Jacq stands up, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. “I’m sure you’re her best friend, too. If your feelings aren’t reciprocated, that, at least, won’t change.”

Nemona looks up at him, taking in his expression. He’s always been kind, but there’s a certain warmth in his expression now that she hasn’t seen before, like he truly understands what she’s going through. She lets out the breath she didn’t realize she was holding and moves forward, embracing him.

“Gracias, Mr. Jacq,” she murmurs into his chest, squeezing her eyes shut. “Thank you for looking out for me.”

She can feel him stiffen beneath her, but he soon relaxes to return that embrace. “I’m glad I could help.” Though her chest bursts with fear, she notices there’s an undeniable excitement there too, not unlike the feeling of getting into a really good Pokémon battle. Perhaps he’s right.

A few moments later, she pulls away from him with a new sense of determination. “…Can I borrow that book?”

***

“Would you stop pacing? You’re making me nervous.”

Penny, sitting on the edge of Nemona’s bed, grips at one of her backpack straps as she watches Nemona walk back and forth, holding a book so tightly in her hands that her knuckles are white. Penny glances toward Arven, who’d made his home at her desk chair, straddling it to lean his arms against the back of it.

He agrees with her. “You told us to come over right away, and that it was important, and you’ve barely said a word. What’s so important? C’mon, don’t tell me you’re scared.”

“Scared?!” Nemona stops in her tracks, hugging the book to her chest. She sighs, her shoulders sagging as she looks down. “Sí, sí, you’re right. Okay. Here goes. Don’t laugh. I…have a crush on Juliana.”

She expects exclamations of surprise, or laughter. What she doesn’t expect is complete silence. Penny breaks it first. “That’s it?”

“What?” Her head snaps back up to look up at her friend, who looks thoroughly bored. Arven has an amused grin on his face.

“We knew that already, prez,” he continues, his grin widening a little at the look on her face. “You’re pretty obvious.”

Letting out a low groan, she places the book on the desk and sinks down onto the floor, laying face-down on the wood below. “You have to be joking.”

“We wouldn’t joke about matters of the heart.” Although she can’t see her face, Nemona thinks Penny must be grinning right now. The bed creaks and footsteps move past her, the sound of pages being leafed through filling the air. “Oh, this one’s dog-eared. Disrespectful. Nemona, you’re a heathen.”

Quickly sitting up, she shakes her head defensively. “It’s not mine! It’s…oh, nevermind that. Wait.” She blinks dumbly. “Penny!” she exclaims, making the other girl nearly drop the book in surprise. “You’re from Galar, too!”

Raising a brow, Penny stares at her, somewhat unimpressed. “Yeah. Glad you remember that.”

“No, no, that’s not what I mean. Look!”

“Wait…” Arven’s brow furrows, and he doesn’t look up from the book. “Giving an Applin is a sign of love?”

Getting to her feet, Nemona tries to ignore the way her face heats up this time, trying to seem confident in her decision. “Juliana’s from Galar, so…so I think it would be nice. Right?”

Nodding some approval, Penny steps forward. “Yeah, she’d probably like that. Only problem is, none of us have an Applin.”

“Don’t worry about that.” Arven stands up, shutting the book with a satisfying, resounding slam. He places it back down, smiling at the two. “I know a place. My dad used to research them.”

“Too bad we won’t have Miraidon. I don’t like Fly Traveling…”

“A-Are you sure?” Suddenly, Nemona feels small again. “You guys don’t have to help…”

Her friends exchange a look. Arven sighs, smiling warmly. “Sure we do. You’d do the same for us. Plus, seeing you like this is kind of depressing.”

“Exactly what I was thinking,” Penny agrees, shaking her head. “Come on, Nemona. We’re your friends.”

Jacq’s words echo in Nemona’s head. Tell your friends. Don’t keep it bottled up inside. It will only end up exploding in your face someday. As if through magic, the weight on her chest lessens slightly. She smiles, genuinely. “Thank you.” With a newfound strength, she turns to Arven. “Lead the way, amigo.”

***

The warm sun filters through the tree leaves, leaving gold patterns along the grass and pathways. Different varieties of Pokémon frolic through Tagtree Thicket, playing tag, eating berries, or napping under the trees’ shade. Arven, with a hand on his forehead, keeps his eyes tilted upward, searching for a speck of red. Nemona chooses to do the same, while Penny huffs and looks around the grass, just in case.

“It feels like we’ve been walking for hours,” she complains. “Arven, are you sure there are Applin here?”

“Yes,” he answers, though he sounds less confident than he had the last time he’d been asked that question. “My dad used to find them here. A-And the Rotom Phone wouldn’t lie about habitats!”

“He’s right. We just have to trust him!” Nemona announces, because she doesn’t have much more of a choice. When the sun sets, she has to meet Juliana in the courtyard for a battle. There’s only a little more daylight left.

Her ears perk up as she hears a very quiet rustling. She stops in her tracks, which makes Penny walk right into her. “Ow! Why’d you stop?”

“Shhh!” Nemona looks around wildly, focusing in on a certain tree branch. Quietly, she steps closer, avoiding a twig on the ground, and finds exactly what she was hoping to find. A grin spreads across her face as she reaches into her bag, pulling out one of her Poké Balls. With all her might, she throws it, and it makes contact with the Applin, catching it off guard. “Yes!”

Out of her Pokéball emerges a Tinkatuff, her most recent catch. She’s not nearly as good at catching Pokémon as she is battling, but with Juliana’s help, she’d been able to add more to her Pokédex. Today, she’d have to use what she’d taught her to catch one for her. The Applin hops down from the branch, landing quietly in the grass below. It bellows, immediately on guard. Nemona knows she can’t go all out here, or the Applin will faint. Tinkatuff looks over its shoulder at her curiously, waiting, putting all of its trust into her.

“C’mon, Nemona! You can do it!” Arven shouts, pumping his fist.

“You gotta catch this one! We might not find another if you don’t!” Penny adds, but after a swift elbow from Arven, she groans. “Just work with Tinkatuff, and you’ll be fine!”

Breathing in, Nemona places her hands on her cheeks, slapping them gently. “Okay. Vamos.” She gives Tinkatuff an encouraging smile. “Okay, mi amiga! Use Play Rough!”

Tinkatuff lets out a cry and rushes forward, and when the Applin retaliates, Nemona’s Pokémon is barely hurt. She fumbles in her bag for a spare Poké Ball, remembering Juliana’s words of encouragement when she had caught the Tinkatuff. Just breathe, Nemona. Relax.

She throws it. It soars through the air, seemingly in slow motion, but much to her delight, it opens up and pulls the Applin inside. The Poké Ball lands on the ground lightly, and as it shakes, all three onlookers hold their breath. It feels as though an hour passes before the resounding click finally fills the air. Nemona stares at it for a moment, dumbfounded. Then, a loud whoop escapes her. She rushes over, scooping Tinkatuff up into her arms, speaking rapid Spanish encouragement as she pats its head and belly. Tinkatuff seems to thoroughly enjoy the attention, while Arven steps forward to pick up the ball that holds the Applin.

After making sure it’s received all the love it deserves, Nemona recalls Tinkatuff back to its ball, then walks up to her friends in incredibly high spirits. “I can’t believe I caught it!” she muses, taking the ball from Arven gently. She releases the Applin and it sits in the grass, small, wounded, and shaking with fear. “Hola!” Quietly, she bends down, reaching into her bag. “Here, this’ll make you feel better.” Nemona gives it a Potion, and the moment it kicks in, the Applin perks up. “See, I’m not so scary, am I?” she chuckles, offering her hand. The Applin sniffs it, then hops up into her palm. With a wide grin, she turns around to present the spectacle to her friends.

“That’s a great Applin,” Penny says, unable to keep herself from smiling.

“You really worked in sync with Tinkatuff back there. I bet Juliana will be super happy,” Arven adds.

The weight of what she’s about to do suddenly crashes down onto Nemona. Her heart skips a beat, but strangely enough, when she looks into Applin's eyes, she just imagines the look on Juliana’s face when she had caught the Tinkatuff. Even if she doesn’t accept her feelings, Nemona knows her rival will be happy to know she used her advice to catch a Pokémon all by herself.

Placing Applin up on her shoulder, where it promptly dozes off, Nemona smiles and launches herself forward, pulling Penny and Arven into a hug, much to their dismay. “Thank you! Thank you! Gracias!”

“Wah! Nemona!”

“C’mon, prez! You’re squishing us!”

She can’t help but wonder what she did to deserve such wonderful friends.

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When Nemona walks out on the courtyard, she finds it the emptiest she’s seen it in weeks. She can’t help but wonder if that’s her friends’ doing, or maybe the other students just know to clear out before the class president appears and asks for a warm-up battle. Tonight, she’s grateful for that. Her hand curls around the Poké Ball as she stands in the middle of the court, waiting. Her knees feel weak, and her heart gallops in her chest, making it hard to breathe. She closes her eyes, breathing in the fresh night air, listening to the sound of Nymble chirping around her. Thinking of Jacq and his partner, she can’t help but sigh. Jacq seems to really love them, and she knows he’s right; she has to tell Juliana the truth.

“Wow. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so relaxed.” A familiar voice pulls her from her thoughts, and she opens her eyes. Her rival stands just a few feet away, a fond grin on her face. “Usually, you’re so amped up before a battle, you can hardly stand still.”

Nemona smiles slightly. She knows her so well. And despite what she’s about to do, Juliana’s right - she feels strangely calm.

“Well, before we battle, I actually got you something. S-So, if you don’t feel like battling after, I understand.” She holds out the ball in her palm, staring at it for a moment, noticing Juliana frown out of the corner of her eye. There’s no going back once she throws this. Taking a deep breath she tosses the ball, and Applin takes form on the ground in between them, looking up at Juliana curiously. “Um, Mr. Jacq told me about this Galarian tradition…” Her face heats up as a speechless Juliana kneels down, reaching out to Applin with one hand. “Have you heard of it? Ay, what am I saying, of course you have…”

Juliana gently picks up Applin, who seems quite content with its new trainer, its eyes betraying a smile. Nemona can’t really see her expression, even in the moonlight, so she pushes on.

“Ever since you came to Paldea, my life’s been so exciting. It’s been so much better.” The words start falling out effortlessly, and she can’t stop. “I realized recently that I don’t just look forward to our battles; I look forward to seeing you . I-I told myself that was normal best friend behavior, but I know it’s not. I think you’re amazing . I’ve been keeping it a secret because I…you’re my rival first, so if you don’t feel the same way, I get it, but I hope you’ll still battle with me and train with me and -”

“Nemona.”

She stops talking. Juliana finally looks up. She’s smiling and her eyes are full of tears.

“Juliana?”

As if in slow motion, Juliana steps forward, and Nemona’s breath hitches. Her smile is so raw, so real, Nemona can’t breathe. “I feel the same about you.”

Time freezes. Nemona thinks she must be dreaming, but the goosebumps rising up along every inch of her skin prove otherwise. “Y-You do?”

Nodding, her rival smiles even more, and envelopes Nemona in a tight hug, the Applin between them. She wastes no time in returning it, feeling like she can breathe again. “Giving me an Applin was very sweet. It reminds me of home,” she murmurs into her shoulder, tightening her grip, holding on so hard that it feels as though she’s afraid she might disappear if she lets go. Nemona blushes again.

“I’m glad you like it.”

They hold each other for a few minutes, and then Juliana lets out an incredulous laugh, pulling back and wiping at her eyes. “Okay, guys, stop hiding. I know you’re in there.”

A string of quiet curses rise up from a nearby bush as Penny and Arven stumble out of it. They bicker, blaming each other for being obvious, but they don’t get very far before Juliana continues to laugh loudly. Nemona stares at them blankly. “What are you guys doing?!”

“We wanted to make sure everything went smoothly!” Arven insists, his cheeks flushing a little.

“Yeah, and if they didn’t, we’d swoop in and save you from embarrassment,” Penny adds, which made Juliana laugh harder.

“You guys…” Nemona sighs, but she’s too elated to be annoyed. Instead, she joins in with Juliana and laughs, until all four of them are laughing. To everyone’s surprise, Nemona suggests they forgo the Pokémon battle for the night, and instead choose to go to the dining hall for ice cream.

And when they walk into biology class the next day, Nemona takes Juliana’s hand. She catches Jacq’s eye, returns his book, and smiles. He smiles back.

#pokemon #pokemon scarvio #pokemon s/v #pokemon nemona #pokemon arven #pokemon penny #pokemon juliana #pokemon jacq #I just wanted to add jacq bc I love him....#anyways nemona absolutely has a crush on the mc #if no one else acknowledges this I will #my writing #agoldengalaxy #my post

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wafflecat2 · 1 year

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Rating every teacher + Miriam in scarlet and violet how well would I enjoy their classes:

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No. 8 - Dendra

Eventho her classes are about pokemon battles/related to battling, I think she's also the PE teacher. I mean look at her.

Eventho I can see her very suportive towards her students, I still would die in them. Don't like PE AT ALL. My experiences with them weren't great so thats why she's last

No. 7 - Tyme

Okay

As sweet and supportive she is, there's now way I would actually enjoy her classes. I like her as a person, but because I suck at math and it gives me anxiety - Nah. Just Nah

Shes a good teacher, but I don't really know when she's gonna explode like she did to Clavell. So sorry Tyme.

No. 6 - Salvatore

Kinda same with Tyme. He's cool and all, but how he sometimes acts... eh don't really like it... I know it's meant as a encouragement and tries to make the classes more fun but sometimes it's kinda... pushy? You know?

He's kinda 50/50

No. 5 - Miriam

Eventho she is the school nurse and don't have a teaching license [yet], I think she could be nice heath-education-teacher-thinggy (don't know the right word)

I think she's nice, but just because I can't have nice things, probably wouldn't like her classes as much I hoped.

No. 4 - Saguaro

He's a fucking chad okay? He's my dad now. Im not really into cooking but would 100% enjoy my time there. He's so adorable and cute! I mean, so MANLY that he wears pink and has some embroidery in his apron. Also uses pokemon he likes and not what everyone expects him to have.

ALSO THE FUCKING SLOPOKE CUP 😭😭😭😭 It's just so damn cute

But yeah, would enjoy his cooking classes

No. 3 - Jacq [almost forgot him]

Man, do I like biology. Is it humans or animals give it to me. Don't really like the history aspect that much but still.

He's kinda clumsy and forgets lots of things. He's also chill too that he rather show us videos than actually teach. Also can see that students tends to lie him about having homework so he always kinda "huh, I thought I did give.... OH well it's not that important" and then Clavell hears that and stares at him and the Jacq's like "oh shit"

Yeah, he cool

No. 2 - Raifort

HISTORY, LET'S GOOOO!!! Give it to me!!

Love history. So cool and interesting to learn about the past. I want to study history and become historian too so heck yeahh!!

I can see her being strict but wouldn't probably mind that. She's cool

No. 1 - Hassel

Do I really need to explain?

This man right here. Love him.

So yeah. Im the art kid so anything related to art and crafts is really nice! Don't really like all the mediums but learning new things is cool.

Hassle can be strict too but in a good way. He definitely would give all his students the best grades, but he really can't do that.

I guess usually with art, the teachers don't actually rate the atrwork itself, rather the techniques and how well you used them in the said artwork. And also how you behave in the classes maybe can affect the grade too.

So thats why you may not have given the best grades but idk. Im not a teacher and don't really want to.

BONUS ROUND!!

I know Clavell is the director, so he'll mostly do paperwork than teach, but it would be fun If he did!

When I was in school, the principal taught something sometimes. It usually was kinda easy and quick so they could have time to do the paperworks and staff.

Idk what Clavell would teach, but hell yeah, his classes would be fun. Would enjoy my time there!

#kitty writes stuff #keep in mind that I tended them as actual teachers and not in pokemon world #but hell yeah #pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #how to tag this #director clavell #Dendra #Tyme #Salvatore #nurse miriam #Saguaro #Jacq #raifort #elite 4 hassel #hassel #long post

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nicleotidez · 2 years

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The New Homeroom Teacher

"I'm late! I must be late!" The scientist muttered as he ran through the old corridors, trying his best to find the class that he was supposed to be teaching.

For years, he had only obtained his work experience from researching about Pokémon and the phenomenon known as evolution, as well as their adaptations and other potential abilities that the world has yet to discover. His books and other reports were constantly noticed by the entirety of Paldea, and soon enough, the director of the school thought that it was a good idea to hire him as a teacher.

Gladly, the young scientist accepted his generous offer, but he soon found out that he wasn't up for this. Teaching a whole class of students with everything that he knew? The scientist didn't even know how to even properly talk to anyone in the first place, since there was no need for communication when he was conducting research on his own. However, it was already too late for him to quit. His steps echoed across the corridors, his hexagonal glasses close to falling off his nose, and his purple hair was getting even more messier than before. How could he make a good impression on his class if he couldn't even keep himself tidy?

He sighed. He stopped.

It was all too late. He was already in front of the classroom, and the massive, two-toned door of it was right in front of his eyes. He took a deep breath. He knew that he still had to face the truth somehow. If he arrived even later than then, he would've created a worse impression on his class.

He knew that they couldn't see him as this lousy professor with no sense of time. He knew that there was still time to change all of this if he opened the door. With his shaky hand, he reached out for the bronze doorknob, and pushed the door open, emitting a slight creak while he did so.

"Hello, students!" Jacq exclaimed, full of sweat from the rush. "Sorry I'm late, are we all doing great today?"

#jacq pokemon #pokemon fanfiction #pokemon scarlet and violet #fanfiction #pokemon scarlet #pokemon violet #pokemon sv #pokemon jacq #oneshot #first time writing a oneshot please don't judge me #i'm just doing this for fun #just a random scenario that i imagined while looking at him

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nursemimosa · 4 months

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not to post about my OCs when I'm the only one who cares about them but the last thing I reblogged makes me think about how I really wanted there to be a whole thing where Fifi (one of the main OCs of my SV-verse) develops crushes on both Jacq and Raifort..... and gets rejected by both of them (in the main timeline. I have a timeline where she and Raifort do become a thing ehehe)

#mimosa misc #oc insp tag #"shut your up” u guys at me prolly #so to go into more detail fifi likes jacq in the very beginning but is turned down though doesn't take it too hard #however my plans for her and raifort are: old women yuri angst #meanwhile larry in the corner just chillin' (she doesn't realize she likes him until a Thing happens btwn them and it involves a battle..)#cadence melody will never be written so it'll live on in these silly lil textposts (or until i get brave abt writing stuff)

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dollyprincessollie · 1 year

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i cant wait to weave my trainersona into paldea i hsve so many ideas for her and arven bc hes like. a humanities student and i love to bully him 😭 take a Gander at meine ramblings if u wish..... qlso vague spoilers abound (I HAVENT FINISHED ANY OF THE STORIES YET SO PLEASE DONT SAY ANYTHING)

my whole i d e a was that my sona would get a teaching opportunity in paldea and instead of mc tagging along with arven to get the Magical Plants or whatever its MEEEEE :3 . i was thinking that their dynamic would be a cross btwn how he treats the mc (big brother Esque) and how i would treat him (mean mentor Esque) and combine it so that we'd have like. the only way i can describe it is like. an elderly mother and her Somewhat Protective Son.

but also bc im not old i want to be mean to him. my sona's gonna be like. look arven. i can help fix ur doggy. but i cant fix ur parents' marriage... but dont worry, i can help fix your mom at the very least TeeHee ^_^

#ollie says things #they literlally handed me a real psychology student #i love him hes my son boy allowed who i will make fun of to no end bc hes a child of divorce #im literlaly like that moment in arthur thats like ATTENTION EVERYONE: BUSTERS PARENTS ARE DIVORCED #i need to go to bed #also i dont have This part of my trainersona's story shaped out but... mr. jacq..... giggles #very appropriate workplace relationships r abt to go down #what if we kissed ... and we were a biology teacher and a psychology teacher ?!#also mela #smooches her #i need to dig more into team stars Stuff so i can figure ouy hoe to write my Acquired mean gf #ALSO KATY #I LOVE HER #i neef to sleep Bye #pkmn #pokemon spoilers #pokemon sv spoilers #pokemon scarlet spoilers #pokemon violet spoilers

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jacqcrisis · 2 months

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Hello! Sorry if you're tired of talking about your older writing instead of the current works which I also love, but I wanted to say I love your characterization(s) of Charon throughout your work and I was wondering if you had any tips on understanding his character's core/just how to write him true to form?

Listen. Listen. I can talk about Charon all day. I love him. I have other hades AUs I haven’t even talked about on here that I think about often to this day and if I ever get the itch, they will be written.

And that’s very kind of you to say. Idk if I write him true to any form, but I am extremely anal about keeping characters as in character as possible. Or at the very least, as believably in character as I can. When I plan on writing a character for a longer fic, whether AU or not, I usually try to find out everything about them and break them down to the bone before building it back up. What is in canon that I can use to build back a believable skeleton that is fleshed by what I can infer from the bones underneath?

So core character concepts for Charon that are in canon that I use:

Greedy - he likes him gold and him stuff. No matter what universe you are writing in, this is one of, if not, the biggest driving factor for any job or hobby he has. He wants money, he likes money, and he knows how to make money.

Protective - of his things, his lifestyle, and the people he cares about. He’ll fight Zagreus, who he likes, if he touches his shit. One of the few emotions you can get out of him in game is anger at possibly uncovering his ‘thing’ with Hermes. He keeps Persephone’s location a secret (thereby protecting her) because either he cares for her or because Nyx does and Charon cares about his mom.

Difficult to discern - in part because he’s a big spooky skull man whose face you can’t see and who doesn’t talk, but it also seems to be mostly on purpose. Charon can communicate, given what other characters know more about him, but he specifically chooses not to. What you come to know about him, you find out through context clues, what other people say, and your own sleuthing which leads to-

Extremely private and disinterested in other people’s opinions about him - to the point, he doesn’t care what the GODS THEMSELVES think. All of them think he’s vile and nasty (save for Hermes). The people he’s close with know the kind of person he is, and that’s what matters. On top of that, he has his secrets, and he keeps them hidden, one of these secrets being who he is as a person.

Independent - Nyx states she doesn’t worry about him because he’s extremely good at doing his own thing and he likes it that way, unlike her other failsons. His intentions are all on his own, and he doesn’t answer to anyone; not her, not Hades, not the gods, only himself. If he is helping someone, it is for his own reasons (maybe because he cares, probably because of money, possibly because Hermes asked).

Clever - He’s literally the head of an underground smuggling ring in game. Like this man knows how to do shit, make money, and get away with it. He’s capable of thinking many steps ahead, and able to plan for the long con.

Methodical - He's got his routine. He rows his boat. He counts his coin. He's mans his shops. He does things his way. He has his methods and he sticks to them.

Patient - that one's a gimme. He’s older than most of the gods and paddles a ferry around at the pace of molasses and doesn’t speak and does nothing to really speed Zagreus’ plight along. Clearly he understands and practices patience.

Good Fighter - he’ll beat your ass.

Asexual (of some kind) - Aphrodite directly states she can’t get to Charon as he only ‘lusts after coin’. He is immune to machinations of the goddess of sex and beauty. But not the god of merchants, clearly.

A Gentleman - by Hermes’ opinion. Hermes really likes Charon. Please say hi to him for Hermes because-

Charon Really Likes Hermes - no matter what you think is going on between them, if it’s just friendship, or professional associates, or he’s in love, this is canon. He ignores everyone at the party for Hermes and vice versa. He’s very protective of the thing they have going on. He specifically lets Hermes into the Underworld far enough that Zeus can’t sense him anymore. Hermes hangs out in his shop. Hermes boon is THE MOST EXPENSIVE ONE AT HIS LAST SHOP NO MATTER WHAT. I cannot stress how much Charon gives Hermes a pass and how much Hermes seemingly knows about him despite the other core concepts listed above I just- I- AH

Anyways, from those bones, you can start to infer and build back a believable version of the character for whatever you are writing. Is he kind and thoughtful? Probably, given how the people who know him talk about him. Is he loyal? Given how he acts in regards to his inner circle, you could say yes. Does he have a temper? Probably not, given he doesn’t care much about other people’s opinions nor reacts very much to anything in canon save for very specific circumstances. Is he lonely? Probably, on some level considering he’s alone all the time and how protective he is of his buddy, etc, etc, etc.

The bones justify what you are putting on top of them and with that, for whatever thing you're writing, you can build up a believable version of a character. Even in the most extreme of AUs, like in the 70’s and on a beach in America or maybe in a dnd type universe where a character might be a lich for…reasons, as long as the core concepts are in place and every decision or authorial deviation from canon the characters make stem from those, it will be fine.

#jacq writes #charon hades #hades game #where is he in the proverbial circus? he's not in the circus. he's selling spiked lemonade outside it after bussing people over to it #he's so fun #again this is all for someone who wants to write in character. or arguably in character #if you don't that's fine #I need to write as in character as possible #I need to hear them in my head #if I don't I'm mad about it #as I was writing this I realized I've been doing the bone arranging for a different character obsessively #oh well its a fun hobby for me #anyways best of luck in your writing anon!#hope this was helpful

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