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Name: Ivan Braginsky Specialty: Ice/Dark Place of Origin: Snowpoint, Sinnoh Team: Absol, Abomasnow, Kyurem, Beartic, Glalie, Mamoswine, Bewear, Mimikyu, Glastrier Not used for battle: N/A
Ivan had been training the moment his hands could hold a Pokeball, and had been perfecting his skills ever since. The moment he joined the Leagues, he rose up the ranks quite quickly, earning a formidable reputation for his chillingly efficient team. His strategy was to attack second and attack last, as it let him read the opponent's attack style before exploiting their weaknesses and leaving no opportunity for retaliation. He beat the Pokemon up quite badly—if they were still moving, then he hadn't won yet. With his meticulous study of opponents and ruthless tactics, Ivan becomes the most feared opponent in the Leagues and the one everyone is eyeing to beat.
Ivan's motivation is clear: he aims to become the strongest in the region to rescue his sisters from their father's grasp. Despite his reluctance to return to Sinnoh, he recognizes that winning the Pokémon League championship is his only way to achieve this goal. With no means to reach Sinnoh alone at fifteen, he sees the Pokémon League as his ticket back since the final match will take place in that region. Being raised by the stern Winter, Ivan adopted a serious and independent nature, thinking of others as nothing but weights dragging him down. However, after traveling with Alfred as partners for the League, he has learned that it's okay to depend on others.
Hailing all the way from snowy Sinnoh, Ivan's past is shrouded in tragedy and misery. Because of his weakness, he was kicked out of an infamous organization his family owned and chased out of Snowpoint. A mysterious dragon legendary picked him up and dropped him off in Alola, where a Gym Leader named Winter took him in and raised him as his own until he was fifteen. Having been chased out for weakness, Ivan became obsessed over strength and power, causing him to adopt brutal and merciless tactics in battles. His reputation as a fearsome opponent precedes him, with many competitors withdrawing upon seeing his name on the contestant list. Despite Alfred's objections to Ivan's harsh treatment of Pokémon, Ivan justifies his actions as necessary to achieve victory. But now, in his pursuit of strength, he had scared everyone away and was now alone. When Ivan noticed this, he felt even worse, and it made him bitter enough to start being cruel to others.
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Secrets Only the Stars Know
Gift to @orbitinghetalia for the Rusame gift exchange 2022! Prompts were Pottertalia, fluff, and secret relationship with a preference for Nyo!Ame and Russia as supportive loving partners.
Would like to note that I don't know ANYTHING about Harry Potter and had to recruit a few friends for help. But I have been told that Hogwarts is located in Scotland?? So for the sake of "I don't want to deep dive how they ended up at Hogwarts," they will be immigrants or something. Or like second gen. Anyways, enjoy
Word count: 2446
Summary: Before the two part ways for Christmas break, Ivan gives Amelia a little gift
Rating: T for one curse word lmao
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It smelled like Ivan. 
That was the only thing that Amelia could think about as she made her way through the darkness with his hand at her back—guiding her. She took a deep breath, breathing in the scents of the green and silver scarf tied around her eyes. There was the scent of leather, cinnamon, and… she laughed.
“Ivan, your scarf smells like wormwood” —her lips turned at the corner— “I wonder why that is.” Amelia didn’t need to see to be able to view the shame in Ivan’s eyes. She could sense it. 
“I’ve already admitted that you were right. Is that not enough, my princess?” His teasing earned him a firm stomp on the foot, but because Amelia couldn’t see, it saved him the little punishment. 
“I think not! I failed that assignment because of you. You almost ruined my grade! And my hair.” She gave a soft huff as she remembered how Ivan’s mistake had turned explosive and nearly set her on fire. The classroom—on the other hand—did not have that mercy. Even with the professor’s quick magic, their failed Draught of Living Death had left char marks on the walls of the potion room bad enough that they had to stay after class to clean it up. 
“Have you forgotten that I saved you?” 
“I wouldn’t have been in a situation that needed saving if you would have simply listened to me, you stubborn snake.” 
“Loud-mouth lion,” Ivan muttered under his breath. But Amelia had heard it. 
She retaliated with a backhanded smack in the chest, and Amelia smiled as she heard him give out a satisfying grunt of pain. “I heard that.” 
Ivan let out a breath as he rubbed at his sore stomach. Then he said in a strained voice, “are you forgetting that I am your eyes? That I can just leave you here?” 
“And are you forgetting” —Amelia turned to him with that mischievous grin again— “that I can simply… take it off?” She giggled as she lifted the scarf from her eyes, but she was only able to catch the smallest glimpse of grass and leaves in the moonlight before Ivan quickly pulled the fabric back down and batted her hands away. 
“Stop it. You’ll ruin the surprise!” There was almost a pout in his tone and Amelia couldn’t help but giggle some more. 
“Alright alright, I won’t look.” She folded her arms across her chest and leaned her body against his. “Just promise not to lead me into a lagoon or something.” 
Ivan let out an amused grunt before he brushed her bangs from her forehead and lay a chaste kiss on her temple. “Of course,” he whispered in that gentle voice of his. “I promise.”
Amelia felt herself growing flustered. Years of dating did nothing to dull the effects of Ivan’s voice. And to think that years ago, she thought that his voice could be compared to that of a troll’s. 
What started out as a fierce rivalry had taken a turn in the opposite direction after a brutal quidditch match. Amelia had accidentally slammed her club into his chest as she was aiming for the quaffle, and as a result, Ivan had nearly cracked his skull open as he plummeted to the ground. Gryffindor won without Ivan to defend the Slytherins, but Amelia couldn’t celebrate when she knew it was an unfair victory. Before she knew it, she was at his bedside with roses and an apple pie, and it was all downhill from there. 
They had fallen for each other so quickly, but because they were in rival houses, the two lovebirds snuck around like criminals just to see one another. It was why Ivan had chosen to take her through the woods in the middle of the night to give Amelia her Christmas gift. And it was possibly why Ivan had found the need to blindfold her. But Amelia had a feeling that Ivan had done that just to spite her. 
“Are we there yet? It’s been ages,” she grumbled. Amelia was much too impatient for surprises, and as much as she trusted Ivan, being blindfolded and taken through the woods in the dead of night was beyond unnerving no matter who it was guiding her. 
Ivan reached out to take her hand into his then gave her a comforting squeeze. “Count to ten, then we’ll be there.” 
So she did, because she trusted him. 
She counted to ten, and when she reached ten, they stopped, and Ivan’s arms left her. It turned cold without him by her side, but Amelia could feel that he was still there. 
“Go ahead,” he urged. 
Then slowly, Amelia lifted the scarf from her eyes. She blinked rapidly to get used to the light again, then her eyes landed on the soft smile of her boyfriend standing in front of a sparkling lake. His hair was almost silver under the moonlight and she couldn’t help but admire how handsome he looked with that gentle smile of his. Her eyes then followed his hand motions down to a large rectangular box, wrapped in brown paper, then she pouted. 
“This is my present?” 
Ivan froze and glanced to the side, confused. “Well… yes. You have to unwrap it.” 
Amelia breathed in a deep breath as she closed her eyes, and when they opened, she looked at Ivan with flat lips. “You really do have warts for brains, don’t you?”
Ivan glanced off to the side once more like he was missing some part of a joke and the answer was hidden somewhere in the trees. “I… You haven’t even opened it and you don’t like your gift? I assure you, if you would just open it—”
“Ivan, that isn’t the point! It is wrapped.” She took a step closer with her hands on her hips. Her laughter was becoming harder and harder to contain, but she restrained herself just so she could see Ivan’s flustered and bewildered reaction. 
Ivan looked again at the wrapped box on the ground, silently urging it to give him a hint what his girlfriend was talking about. But the large box remained silent and stared back at him mockingly. “Did you” —he furrowed his brows, gesturing awkwardly at the gift laying in the grass— “did you not want me to wrap it? I don’t—” He trailed off, his voice rising a pitch above his normal voice as his confusion mounted. “Is it the wrong color?” 
“It’s wrapped so I can’t see it!” Two little giggles escaped as she held up Ivan’s scarf that had been covering her eyes. 
It was almost as if she could see the gears in his head slowly turning. Then at last, Ivan parted his lips and let out a very, very intelligent, “ah.” 
Her laughter exploded from her chest with such force that it startled the owls in the trees, but Ivan remained silent as his face turned a dark shade of red. The gift had been wrapped. Even without the blindfold, she still would not have been able to see her gift. He had wasted all that time and effort leading her through the academy and the woods just to take her to a box she still couldn’t see. Ah, perhaps he did have warts for brains. But seeing that infectious smile spread across her face and watching her bend over in laughter made it all worth it. 
“Alright alright, ha ha, laugh it all out.” His voice was drenched in amused sarcasm as he pulled her into his arms and held her tight as if to squeeze every last laugh out of her. “Yes yes, I have the wit of a toad, it is all very funny, ha ha.” 
He lay a kiss on the top of Amelia’s head, then at last, her laughter simmered down. “God, I love you,” she giggled as she wrapped Ivan’s scarf back around his neck. Then, using the scarf as leverage, she pulled him down and stood on her toes to kiss him. 
“Even if my skull is empty, you will still love me?” He smiled as he brushed her hair out of her face with the gentlest touch. 
“Even if you’re the stupidest man on the earth, I will still love you. Unless” —she looked down at the gift with one raised brow—”you got me a stupid gift.” 
“I assure you, when you see what I got for you, you will be singing your praises.”
“That confident, are you?” 
“Oh I am very confident.” 
“Then we shall see.” She popped up to give him another quick peck on the lips before squatting down to inspect the wrapped box. 
It really was large. Almost six feet in length and a foot tall and wide. Almost like—
“You didn’t,” she gasped as she turned to look at him. Ivan simply smiled and looked away. 
It had taken only seconds before she was tearing at the paper like a rabid animal until she got to the wooden box hidden underneath. And when she ripped open the lid of the box, she let out a shriek of excitement so loud that it could have been heard back at the school. “The Firebolt Supreme!” 
Ivan barely had the time to react before Amelia tackled him to the ground and smothered him with kisses. 
“Oh I love you, I love you, I love you! God, I love you!” She let out another ear-piercing scream as she hugged Ivan so tight that he let out a breathless choke. He had to pat her several times on the back for her to finally let him go, and for him to see his girlfriend’s tear-stained face. 
“He wouldn’t let me buy it,” she blubbered, wiping away her snot and tears with her scarf. “That bastard shopkeeper said it doesn’t belong in the hands of a mudblood. I almost strangled him, I—” She grit her teeth at the memory of that wretched old man and reached out to strangle his invisible neck. 
“Well, lucky for you your boyfriend is a pureblood.” Ivan stretched out on the grass under Amelia and folded his hands behind his head. “I would like to see him try and deny me business. My father will have his entire shop burnt down.” 
“Oh you’re so cute when you’re evil,” she cooed. 
“Is it evil, or is it deserved?” 
“Deserved.” Amelia mirrored Ivan’s smirk. “I’m going to hover in front of his shop just to spite him. If he wants to take it back, well, he’s going to have to catch me first.” 
Hopping off Ivan’s lap, she plucked the broomstick out of the box and tested out its weight in her hands. For something with such power and speed, it felt light as air in her grasp. The dark handle was smooth, and the silver bipod glinted in the moonlight. It was simply perfect and she felt her eyes welling up once more at its beauty. 
For once, she found herself to be speechless. Amelia always knew what to say, but she was silent as she mounted the handle and hovered above the ground on it. It held her so steadily and it was almost as if she could feel the magic pulsing through the wood. 
She slowly circled around him, once, twice, three times, and Ivan turned to watch her until his head grew dizzy. Then with an exhilarated squeal, she shot into the air and blasted across the clear lake with such force that it split the water at the surface. 
It was perfect. 
Flawless! 
She shouted into the night sky until her voice grew sore, then as she was finally beginning to settle her heartbeat, a flash of blue whizzed past her. 
It was Ivan on his Starsweeper, and while that broomstick was possibly the most stunning one to look at on the market, it just wasn’t fast enough for her liking. 
“Having fun?” He flew closer to her until their knees bumped together, and close enough for him to sneak in another kiss. 
“Yes, I’m having a great deal of fun” —she whispered the words against his lips before jabbing her finger against his forehead and gently pushing him away—”without you.” Then with a mighty kick, she shoved Ivan’s broomstick several feet away from her, making Ivan scramble to catch his balance again as he spiraled towards the water. Amelia knew that the Slytherin’s best keeper would be able to handle a little kick, yet she still watched him just in case her boyfriend needed a bit of saving. 
Several feet below her, Ivan steadied his broomstick and looked up at her with amused vengeance, and Amelia stared right back with fluttering eyelashes and an innocent grin. “Sorry darling, I lost my balance.” Her voice was pitched like the one she used when asking professors for an extension on an assignment, and there wasn’t even an ounce of regret in her tone.
“Of course,” he said smoothly. Little by little, he flew closer to her, but knowing his game, Amelia backed away. “Now, what kind of partner would I be if I didn’t… help you.” 
He lunged towards her then, reaching out to grab her broomstick and knock her out of balance like she did him, but with a quick little turn, Amelia slipped out of his grasp—the sleeve of her black robe just barely grazing Ivan’s fingertips. 
“Dear oh dear,” she said in that posh, mocking voice she faked when she was being dramatic, “oh it is so hard to control, this little thing. I am dreadfully sorry.” But she wasn’t, and Ivan knew it. 
He tried again to reach her, but there was a reason the Firebolt Supreme was the best on the market. Amelia dodged him time and time again, each time being only slightly out of his grasp to tease him. And before they knew it, the two were chasing each other across the lake with uncontainable laughter. The air that whipped around them painted their cheeks pink and their ears red, but neither of them cared. 
It wasn’t until they grew sore from riding did they reluctantly end their little game. They walked back instead of flying because it gave them more time to be together—more time for Amelia to hold his hand, and for Ivan to steal kisses. When they reached the school, they shared one last kiss before parting ways. And when morning came, they would act as rivals again. But in each little jab and quip, there would be just a bit of magic between them that only they would know about. 
Their secret little love. 
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