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Leon (endorksment) Pokemon SwSh	Trevor Belmont (felldownahole) Castlevania (Netflix s2)	Shouta Aizawa (passfail) My Hero Academia
Shouto Todoroki (numbertwohero) My Hero Academia	Billy Kaplan (demiurgency) Marvel-616 (R!63 also available)	Adora (fromfirsttolast) She-Ra and the Princesses of Power
Osamu Dazai (theartofdying) Bungou Stray Dogs	Natasha Romanoff (tothefly) MCU (AvAc also available)	Suzaku Kururugi (seveneleven) Code Geass
Tim Stoker (ataraxeia) The Magnus Archives	Kamina (themightykamina) Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann	Shiro (Pines) (wrecked_egg) Deadman Wonderland (+4 years TLV CRAU)
Chihiro Fujisaki (getstronger) DanganRonpa	Misa Amane (makemeover) Death Note	Gundham Tanaka (fullham) DanganRonpa 2

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS

Maddox Whist
(necrolexis)
forensic alchemist, accidental necromancer, force of nature, Right Proper Lady With a Scalpel

Hel
(ingloriousdead)
an aspect of the Norse goddess Hel. smokes too much, drinks too much, loves people and their stories too much. what daddy issues?

Tierce
(organzine)
friendly monster seamstress who wants to kiss you and dress you up and probably won't eat you maybe

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[Grimm still didn't know how it had happened that when he returned to Hallownest, he returned at the point in time the Knight and the Hollow Knight were from - after the Ritual had been completed and he had died. With Grimmchild now fully capable of taking over the responsibilities of the troupe, Grimm had what he thought he never would have in his life: freedom to do whatever he wanted. To go to lands that were not dead or dying.

Of course, it was much simpler to travel to a world that had called for his services. But the Nightmare Realm connects many places, and if you know whose dream you're looking for, eventually you'll get there.

Grimm arrives mid-nightmare, of course. A similar one to that which he's seen before, except this time, he catches the pot of boiling water in the air before it can scald Shouto.]

Good evening, my dear.

[The dream isn't new. Sure, details change here and there, but the bones of it--the bones of his trauma--those are always the same. There's always his father, always his mother, he's always small and all but helpless, and there's always the kettle. The heat, the searing cold, the screams, the sobs, the loneliness and anger and fear.

But this--this is new. The kettle never hits. And when he opens his eyes, Shouto sees someone he'd started to think he'd only dreamed.

No one else remembered. No one else believed him. And so he hadn't talked about it, had passed it off as a dream, something he'd read online and fallen into. But here he was.]

...Grimm?

[The voice matches his shape, small, shaky, tear-stained, childlike. He's just a child. But he knows this shape. And before he can even think, he's hurling himself at that winged figure, not even caring if he hits the ground.]

[He doesn't hit the ground - Grimm won't allow it, and it would take more than a child's strength to knock him over anyway. The kettle disappears as Grimm wraps his arms and wings around Shouto, holding him close.

He's as warm as ever.]

Hello, my dear child. [No more or less true no matter what size he is.] I have missed you.

[So. Raihan lost in the finals.

It's been a while since he has, and it sucks that he won't go on to face Leon, so the disappointment stings. But you know what? It's refreshing, too. The audience ought to see a spectacle that isn't just the Leon&Raihan show every once in a while, he still looks good despite it all, and the kid, Gloria... she's something else. She has the same fire she sees in Leon, the unbeatable desire to reach her goals and to take the title of Champion for herself, the aura of her knowing she'll win, no matter the cost.

In all of his years being Galar's eighth Gym Leader, he's never seen someone go on to face Leon and actually be unsure if he could beat them or not.

It's why he feels it's important that he stays. That's his boyfriend defending the title, after all, and though no one else in the world knows, he needs to be there to support him, whatever the outcome may be. He's sure this'll be a fight unlike any Leon's ever fought.

One look at a ping on his phone, however, and that all flies out the window.

Paparazzi may have seen Raihan heading out of the stadium, phone to his ear, eyes angry and wild even though he doesn't have a pokeball in his hand. "You sure? How many people? What's he doing now?" That same paparazzi will likely spin a story that Gym Leader Raihan, angry about his loss, fled the stadium in a fit, but Raihan doesn't pay it any mind. Let them say what they want; his gym has been infiltrated again, his kids have been kicked out again, but they sound worried and upset about it this time. And they have the right to: Anyone who's a citizen of Hammerlocke who couldn't make it to Wyndon have all gathered in the gym, filling the stands and watching the battles on the big screens.

And Rose... he had an odd look to him this time, according to the kids. "Be ready," he'd told them. As if being as ominous as possible wouldn't scare the daylights out of them.

He doesn't want to leave, he wants to stay and cheer his boyfriend on and be there for him, but his city, his people, his kids need him. He knows Leon will understand - hopes he does.

And just so that Leon isn't left in the dark, Raihan texts as soon as the call is over, already at the entrance to the stadium and hopping down the endless flight of stairs three at a time.]

hey

something's going on at my gym, kids are scared, gotta see what's happening

i'll try to make it back in time

[He won't make it back; it'll probably take all of intermission just to get to Hammerlocke. But he does promise himself to get there as soon as he's done.

He lets out Flygon and lets his phone hover, relying on speech-to-text as he climbs onto his Pokemon.]

I'm sorry, I didn't want to leave.

You're gonna be brilliant, okay? And you better give it your all, or I'll come back just to snag my own victory!

[He pauses. This whole thing feels... weird. Enough that he adds another text as Flygon takes off.]

Love you.

Edited 2020-11-04 20:50 (UTC)

[Raihan doesn't really know where Leon is right now, but he does know that he has a problem. A big problem, one that makes it hard to focus on the work he should be doing. He tried ignoring it, but that just made it even harder, so to speak.

Yep, it's the tent he's sporting in his pants. Thankfully, he's in his gym office, which has hundreds of stairs that no one but him wants to climb, so he's safe and alone. He has no fear of League officials or his kids walking in when he tugs his shorts down with one hand, the other reaching for his phone to give his boyfriend(!!!) a text.]

Leeeeeeeee

Got a problem only u can help with

[He'd be a little more coy, but. Desperate times.]

Help me come hon

Edited 2021-01-12 21:48 (UTC)

[Leon, for his part, is currently slightly distracted, trying to focus on the papers he'd been given, schedules and itineraries and appointments, things he needed to know about new sponsors, all sorts of other things--okay, maybe he's more than slightly distracted, which is why he's not even thinking as he types a response to Raihan, though he does spare a smile at his phone, a soft, fuzzy feeling when he sees Raihan's name pop up which is only getting more and more soft and fuzzy now that they're official.]

where are you trying to go?

you know I'm terrible with directions babe

[...

...

. . .

A soft 'thunk' sounds through the room as Raihan drops his head against the desk.

He loves this dumb idiot, he loves him and his dense moments so much, just as much as his genius ones, but oh lord, he really doesn't need this right now at this very moment.]

I'm not GOING anywhere

[Now, how to do this in a way Leon absolutely gets it...]

i want u 2 turn me on so much I completely ruin my new desk

Help me COME

[He doesn't seem to realize there's no immediate response from Raihan, assuming that his own had been enough, faintly puzzled curiosity again drowned in work. That is, until he feels his phone buzz again, and this time, Raihan's words penetrate straight through that fog and right to his groin.]

OH

[Oh indeed. Ruin his desk, huh...Luckily for Raihan, and perhaps unluckily for whatever poor soul is stuck as his assistant tomorrow, Leon's head is now blessedly empty of everything except for the very lovely images of what his boyfriend might be doing at that very moment. He's grinning as he sends another text in response, thumbs flying.]

Hmm, might be a bit of a challenge, depending on how big the desk is, but you know how much I love a challenge, babe

If I were there, I'm sure we could make easy work of it tho. What do you think? Is it tall enough for me to bend you over?

[Yeeeesssss, he got through to him! Raihan would've given it one more go before giving up and resorting to the wide world of the internet, but looks like he doesn't have to worry about that now. And this is MUCH better.

He grins, biting his lower lip as he straightens up in his chair, thumbs flying across the screen.]

It is

Long enough 2

At least longways

You wanna bend me over the desk? Push everything off of it? No one would hear it. Or me.

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give me the son

the son is yours

no subject

u know who

let's have a CHAMPION time, also nsfw tw

I GOT IT....THE PERFECT RESPONSE...also yes eventually very nsfw

leON

SORRY YOU'RE A HIMBOSEXUAL RAI

his exclusive attraction to dumbasses bites him in the ass