Pokémon Sword and Shield Guys X Fem!Reader One-Shots

Avery {1} - Holiday Blues (Angst/Fluff)

☆ T'was temporarily down along with Just Between the Two of Us. ☆

• Summary: Having a loved one pass away right before Christmas left you an absolute emotional wreck. Thankfully, Avery was there to pull you out of your home to give you the comfort you desperately needed.

• Genre: Angst + fluff (hurt/comfort)

• Pairing: Avery X Reader

• Warnings: Swearing | Death of family member | Depression |

• Word Count: 9,321

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- ORIGINAL AN -

☆ Taken from my Ao3 account. Originally a RE7 fic, translated for the pokémon fandom. ☆

Just a little extra for you guys! I decided to translate my RE7 fics for this fandom so that everyone could enjoy the writing.

This was written last month, and it's a very self-indulgent story that depicts what I've been through just two months ago.

That being said, I won't be very patient with people who display any kind of disrespect here, so watch what you type. Cool?

On another note, if you do happen to be a Lucas Baker hoe like me, you can head on over to my Ao3 to check those fics out!

And of course, go check out my newest Bede X Reader book, 'Hoodlum'. It's only two chapters in as of now, but I've been having fun writing a full-on book for a change.

Hell, I even commissioned an artist to have the original characters in the story drawn as a visual reference for you guys, 'cause I care! ♡

Also, first time shoving Avery in this book, but I do like this guy quite a bit!

Anyways, enjoy! ♡

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The soft cries of the Isle of Armor's pokémon echoed around Mustard, mixing with the sound of his footsteps. Being back home, actually seeing his dojo, he almost felt relieved. Last-minute shopping at the Hammerlocke liquor store on Christmas eve was a horrible idea; there had been so many people; Mustard could hardly breathe, let alone move in the alleys. It had been a test of patience, even for him — a lot of shoppers were rude and kept pushing everyone to reach their desired bottles of booze.

He had almost sent Avery to the store in his place, but he was glad that he hadn't in the end. With Avery's legendary levels of patience when it came to people, Mustard was sure that his pupil would have started a fight with someone in record time. Hell, maybe Avery would have smashed a bottle on someone's head using his telekinetic abilities; Mustard wouldn't put it past Avery to resort to that.

Avery... Mustard would have to tell him that he saw you at the store. Even amongst the bustling crowd, Mustard had managed to pick you out almost instantly. That dark, sombre cloud of pain and sorrow loomed around you, almost forming some sort of visible monster that was pressing down on your shoulders. Mustard mentally chastised himself for not having made more of an effort to push through the crowd to reach out to you.

Avery wouldn't admit it out loud, but Mustard knew that his pupil was worried sick about you; the whole family was. The dojo hadn't seen you in person in a little over two weeks —not ever since your grandmother had unexpectedly and suddenly collapsed and passed away in your home that morning.

Mustard still remembered that morning. It was a Wednesday, the second of December. He even remembered the time: seven in the morning, forty-four minutes. You had tried calling Avery first, but he was still asleep at that time, so that was the reason why Mustard was the one to receive a phone call from you.