Archive of Our Own ^beta

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Spinel sat at his desk, looking at his computer. He had a bored expression.
*Ro to to--*
Spinel jolted, his Rotom phone at his face. Chalce? He clicked it hesitantly.
"Hi, Spinel. We found the Rising Volt Tacklers location. We can try and get Terapogos. Hopefully."
Spinel nodded. "Alright. We can go ahead and beat Amethio to it."
He hung up gently. His face flushed. Hopefully he'd see Friede's pretty face again. He looked over at the stolen Friede body pillow. He stood up, dusting off gently.

Friede was at the steering wheel with Cap, as he walked out onto the deck. "Ah, yes! Smell that Cap? Fresh--wait. Where are we again?"
"Pika, pikachu." Cap said.

Friede shrugged. He walked around. *Why's it so quiet?*

"Friede! It's the Explorers!" Orla yelled.

Friede paused. "Are you serious right now?"

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Spinel was in his blue van, as his Pokemon, Beheeyem snuck on the ship.

Friede sighed. "Not again....Go, Charizard!"

Spinel scoffed lightly. So daring. So cute— NO GET OUT OF MY HEAD WHAT ARE THESE DEMONSSS--
Cough.
Spinel smiled gently. "Beheeyem, use Psychic."
The Pokemon did, but Charizard dodged it. (Bitch ass pokemon)

Spinel huffed angrily. "Beheeyem, use Psychic again."

And it did. Then Charizard hit it with another move.
Beheeyem teleported back to the van. Spinel crashed out. He and Umbreon were gonna go up their selves.

Spinel snuck on the ship, and saw Friede. His face flushed again. "Umbreon, use Snar—"
And the next thing he knew, Friede was pinning him to the wall. Umbreon looked scared. Friede paused for a second, looking at Spinel. Spinel glared.

That made Friede smirk. He leaned down gently, kissing Spinel gently. Spinel face flushed deeper.

"Ehem.--...."

Friede practically leaped off of Spinel.

It was the whole group of the Rising Volt Tacklers. Spinel got teleported by Beheeyem, who was scared and whispered it.

Let's just say things were awkward on the Brave Olivine after that.

A/N: im so sorry i made this there are so.many mistakes 😔