Pokémon Kink Meme pt. 1 [CLOSED FOR PROMPTS, OPEN FOR FILLS]

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the pokémon kink meme I
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✘  Pick any pairing, any kink and post anonymously. All combinations of characters and/or pokémon are allowed

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Mesmerizing, the way (10/12)

[anonymous]

“You stupid girl!” he told her, gripping her wrist and pulling her into the hallway. Ariana couldn’t hear him, and neither could Giovanni, and that was the important thing. “Don’t you realize? It’s more than those dead grunts in the alley that wanted to escape.” He tugged his shirt up, just enough for

Just then, she remembered the raticate’s paw, the sad look in her boy’s eye when he knew something bad was going to happen, and suddenly -

“Hey!”

It was the only thing he knew to say (after all they’d been through, he still didn’t know her name) but it got her attention and Archer’s, but for whatever reason, his fellow executive didn’t seem upset.

Her eyes were still wide and untrusting, but something in her seemed willing to listen. “I’ll take you and run from here!” he shouted. For once, he didn’t let his fear of death and his fear of Giovanni (or were they the same thing) hold him back. “I don’t care what it takes, but I care for you. I’ll stick with you, even if it means hollowness and emptiness and dry sleepless nights…” he gasped for breath and held out his hand. “That’s what it means to protect you…”

Archer watched them go sadly. For him, this was farewell, but Giovanni didn’t believe in happy endings.

Mesmerizing, the way (11/12)

[anonymous]

And so they ran, the city pressing in around them like a pressure cooker. He pulled her along, dragging her almost like Giovanni had once dragged her. This time, though, she tried to follow along, her weak legs barely letting her keep up.

It was a broken fairytale, though, and this prince wasn’t the kind that could give his princess the world.

They lasted three days together. Three glorious days and two dry, sleepless nights, chasing the place where the dusk met the horizon. For once, he told her everything, how his real name was Maroon and he’d come from a little bitty town on the border of Kanto and how he’d never really wanted to join Team Rocket, but by the time he’d figured out what he was getting himself into, he already had a red symbol dyed onto his forehead and it was too late.

For those three days, he was smiling without those sad lines around his eyes, and she was singing, not just because she had to, but because she could.

He was still smiling and she was still singing when a bullet tore the world apart.

It was later, when she was sobbing in her hotel bathroom and washing blood off her only dress, that she remembered the rest of Prometheus’ story. How he’d been chained to a mountain forever because he dared give fire to the world.

Mesmerizing, the way (12/12)

[anonymous]

She still dreamed about him, though, and about a place on the edge of the world where she could be safe. And she saw his hair and his eyes on her son and his son, born less than a year after she’d run away from the world.

She raised her son Red in a place called Pallet Town, where the sky did a mesmerizing dance with the rise and fall of the sun.

Author's notes

[anonymous]

I didn't edit this. Sorry it's so sad. This song and the other fill for this prompt are the best things in the world. I'm sorry, Red, that I gave you such an awful new headcanon.

Author's notes, part 2

[anonymous]

Ack. In Part 10, it's Archer gripping her wrist, not Prometheus/Maroon/whatever you're gonna call him.

Author's notes, part epic fail

[anonymous]

Oh god oh god Part 10 again...

He tugged his shirt up, just enough for ... her to see the red symbol on his hip, matching a red spark in his eye.

This is why, kiddos, you should edit your stuff before you submit it.