“S-Spark? You were listening?” Candela muttered, turning
around to face the third person in the meeting room. Behind her, Blanche had
fallen silent. Spark was smiling but his eyes were searching, confused.
“You said it, right? You called… You called Blanche a girl.”
“Dude, are you seriously asking that? Blanche’s always been
a- oh. Oooh. Damn it.”
Knowing she had screwed up big time, despite not
understanding the problem or the implications, the leader for Valor cringed
before withdrawing at a fast walk. She just paused to tell the uncomfortable
Blanche that she would be at the shop if she needed her. Both leaders stared at
the door she had disappeared through.
When she left, silence reclaimed the meeting room again.
Blanche tried to assure herself that she had done nothing
wrong. And really, this was nothing but a big misunderstanding. One that Spark
Though it might be her fault for just going along.
Oh man, she was supposed to be the representation of wisdom
and logic but she had refused to see what this was all leading to. Candela
might feel guilty now, but she was nothing but a detonator — this had been
coming ever since it started.
Spark had finally turned to look at her. Blanche immediately
cast her gaze down, unnerved by this unsmiling Spark.
“Let me get this straight. You, Blanche, are a girl,
Blanche nodded, her voice untrustworthy.
“And you… you- uh, Candela knew?”
Another nod, this time, she bit her lip, awkward at the way
the other leader seemed unable to finish whatever he really wanted to ask.
“Who else knew, Blanche?”
“…I- well, everyone.”
At this, the dark-skinned leader flinched, fully expecting
the blond to start yelling or waving his arms or… whatever Spark did when he
got angry. Spark raised his arms to his hair, messing with it. “Holy fuck,” he
repeated, meeting her eyes with surprise. “Blanche, what the fuck?”
“…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to lead you on. I got swept away
by—“you”—by the circumstances and
before I knew it… I never could seem to find the right time to- it took me far
too long to realize you didn’t… know but-“Blanche, ever insightful and serene
Blanche, stuttered out as she hugged herself. Not even minding or noticing
Spark’s foul language — which she always chastised him on and had been the
whole reason he did it. Alarm crossed Spark’s face for a moment. He opened his
mouth… but Blanche beat him to it with another, “I’m really sorry.”
“But hang on, wait a minute, where the fuck are your boobs
then?” The yellow-clothed leader exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger to a suddenly
flabbergasted Blanche. He squinted seriously as if trying to see something in
her torso that he had missed, effectively making the other leader blush and scowl
and try to hide herself.
“Spark! How many times have I told you to not be so vulgar!”
“Never in this sort
of circumstances. After all, I’m both the meme lord …and the gay king… Right?”
Spark said, the fool smile on his face slipping into something more serious. “I
had been boisterously loud with my orientation — some of my new recruits are
struggling with these things, you see —, why me, Blanche?” He ended with that
beg, voice quivering slightly and making Blanche feel a little like scum.
“I- May I be perfectly honest?”
“Hit me. I sorely need you to be upfront with me. Including
One slap to the nose later (logically thinking, so much as
bumping your nose hurt, so slapping it would be more painful, but circumvented
the risk of a broken nose), Blanche started, tucking a stray hair back into
“Well. I was aware of your reputation — I mean after all you
included it in your introduction and your presentation cards when we met after
being elected for team leaders. But, I was saying, I… I started harboring
feelings for you and I got carried away by your advances. I thought that maybe…
maybe I was different. That I… was interesting to you, despite me being… well,
not a man.”
Spark’s face had frozen over as his mind ran the phrase ‘Oh
man, oh crap, oh no,’ over and over again in his mind, there was no denying he
had truly messed up and he was the only one at fault and he was a real idiot for
not noticing —realizing, Blanche’s true gender.
“Wait, was that why you kept asking me if it was alright
“Oh man, Blanche I’m so sorry for not noticing before.”
“It’s okay.” Mystic’s leader said with a sad smile. If she
weren’t so emotionally drained she would have smacked him for even thinking she was anything but a woman. “At
least it’s all out now. I don’t know how long I’d be able to stand not telling
“So, do you perhaps
think we can at least remain friends?”
Spark paused, smile drooping (and inwardly making Blanche
panic) as he stared at her in silence.
“Blanche, I- The time I’ve spent with you, the memories,
everything…” Instinct’s leader started, thinking out loud, before he noticed
how his words could be (and were being) misinterpreted and he hurriedly waved
his hands in front of him, hastily adding, “Oh my god, calm down, I’m- uhhh,
sorry I realized this must sound like I want to break contact with you- no,
that’s not it. “ Their eyes met for a brief moment, wide and a little scared as
they both waited for Spark’s next words.
“To be perfectly honest, I fell in love with a man named
Blanche. Who was odd. Weird at times. Fulltime serious and part-time eccentric.
A very clever scientist, a passionate researcher, a pokemon nerd and an
absolute dork.” When Blanche lowered her gaze again, feeling inadequate, Spark
found the courage to walk forward to grasp her cheeks with soft, tender hands
and coaxed her into looking at him. “I loved every single aspect of you because
it was you. As it turns out, I do not care what gender you are, female, male,
it doesn’t matter. You’re Blanche and that’s what matters.”
“You’re not…you’re not mad?”
“Well… You’re still manlier than I’ll ever be. You even have
“If you’re trying to assure me, let me tell you, you’re just
“And your observational skills are absolute crap.”
“Blanche!” Spark exclaimed, torn between scandalized and
amused, not noticing how his breath ghosted over the other’s skin. She usually
didn’t curse and smacked him whenever he
did. He then flushed pink as a thought occurred him. He missed how the woman’s
blush deepened as he pushed his face even closer in concentration. “You’re not mad at me? For thinking you
were a man all along?”
“Uh…” Blanche said coherently, trying to come up with
something. “To be honest, I’ve always been confused for a man ever since I was
little so I’m used to it…”
At that point the tension broke as Blanche was suddenly
thrown into Spark’s chest as he hugged her head, successfully suffocating her.
Spark mock sobbed as he spouted, “I shall protect you from evil, no one gets to
call my Blanche a guy except for myself!”
Blanche blushed down to the roots of her hair even as she
mentally agreed with a vision of Candela that said that Spark was really an
Her idiot, apparently.
Spark then proceeded to put on his Heelies, telling a confused Blanche he was going out because he needed to wear his Heelies to escape his feelies.
Hey guys, guess who decided to write some PokemonGo fanfics instead of playing the game? (I do play, do not be offended)
Just a couple things. This story belongs to me, Raining Sky Guy, you can find my profile in here. I’m posting it here since there’s no category for pokemon go (should there even be one omg) I was also inspired by this tumblr user’s art.
Also, I ship any combination involving those three leaders, and yes, I think Mystinct should be Blanche’s and Spark’s ship name.Last
thing. At the start I had never doubted Blanche’s gender to be anything
but a man. Turns out I was wrong haha, but since I still see Blanche as
a man sometimes, and she’s androgynous
(and the debate still seems to be raging lol) I might make more stories
with male!Blanche. Not canon, yes, but I think fanfiction rarely is.
EDIT: Sorry, I forgot about the nonbinary headcannon, That one too is just as cool. I mean, you don’t get to see such an androgynous character on a regular basis, so it’s pretty cool too. But I don’t know how to write such a character anyone could give me a hand? What about pronouns? I don’t like the use of “they”, it’s just awkward grammar then.