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    Blue is Kanto Champion for thirty-nine minutes.

    That’s it. Technically, he’s part of the Hall of Fame, technically he’s an accepted Champion. Technically, the title was his once, so it will always be his. Technically, he can’t lose it. He just loses being the present Champion.

    He also, briefly, held the Kanto record for youngest ever Pokemon League champion. That was until Red, three months younger, caught up to him.

    Really, Blue hadn’t even been surprised.

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    Blue loses the Championship, Red disappears up a mountain, and everything that happens afterwards.

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    26 Aug 2025

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    Peak reguri ancient text and absolute peak characterization
    this fic made me convince my mom and psychologist that I need a neuropsychologist because of my autistic traits

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    Qifrey had asked him if his business could not wait until the rain subsided, but Olruggio was a man on a mission that he has continuously been trying to psyche himself out of for the past half year.

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    20 Jun 2026

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    Bykgkggbrhrbtbg

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    "You know, I always thought I'd live somewhere with lots of people around," Olruggio tells him. The wine in his vessel is a rich pink colour. Qifrey made them olives and cheese with cabroccoli wrapped in ham for a late-night snack, but the pleasure was in the making, not in the eating. He sips his own vessel, listening. "But it's really nice out here, isn't it? Peaceful. Good for focussing."

    "I think you would be even more of a hermit, if you had the choice," Qifrey says. "Lost in your work for weeks on end."

    Olruggio looks sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. "You're probably right. I never thought I'd be that kind of person, either… weird how much things change, isn't it?"

    "And how much they stay the same," Qifrey murmurs.

    A temporary fix-it.

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    18 Jun 2026

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    Waiter, waiter! More fix-its please! Shirahama knows orufrey need it

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    Galga knows that it pains Atwert to talk about the past, so he doesn't push the matter. His five senses lead him there anyway.

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    17 Jun 2026

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    Will think about this fic 24/7 for the next two weeks

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    Qifrey tries to catalogue all of the places they touch, reminding himself that the contact is no longer dangerous. Olly’s nose is slotted against his temple, fingers having moved from between his shoulders to the base of his head. There’s a slight tickle where the hair on his chin brushes against Qifrey’s cheek. The other arm is wrapped loosely around his middle, squeezing against his tunic. Their legs aren’t exactly tangled, but he can feel Olruggio’s calf against his own, a bony knee against his thigh, and the press of something warm and firm against his hip. His own body is an unfortunate mirror, the hour still early and the closeness still unfamiliar.

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    or; how does a man who has only ever deprived himself of wanting allow himself to lust?

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    16 Jun 2026

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    Such a good take gah