[Pokémon BW/B2W2] Complicated Ties
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teamflareTitle: Complicated Ties
Fandom: Pokémon Black & White/Black 2 & White 2
Pairing: Ghetsis Harmonia & N
Rating: G
Prompt: any, any, I wish I could hate you
AO3 Link: Here.
Forthreesentenceficathon.
"I know it's of little importance to you," N writes to his father inside his head, in one of those imaginary letters he'd never send him even if he knew how to reach him, "but I can't bring myself to hate you."
Whenever he tries to reminisce about his childhood, there's nothing good there for him to focus on – he was happy with his pokémons, and he loved his sisters deeply, yet Ghetsis was merely a shadow over even his best, most comforting memories, a figure in the background, looming, scheming, waiting for him to be molded into the perfect tool, and nothing else.
He would never tell his father this, even in his imagination, because he knows far too well Ghetsis would only rejoice in succeeding at corrupting him, even if only a little bit: sometimes, he wishes that he could, that there was even a modicum of hatred within his heart for the man he'd once believed in so blindly.
Fandom: Pokémon Black & White/Black 2 & White 2
Pairing: Ghetsis Harmonia & N
Rating: G
Prompt: any, any, I wish I could hate you
AO3 Link: Here.
For
threesentenceficathon."I know it's of little importance to you," N writes to his father inside his head, in one of those imaginary letters he'd never send him even if he knew how to reach him, "but I can't bring myself to hate you."
Whenever he tries to reminisce about his childhood, there's nothing good there for him to focus on – he was happy with his pokémons, and he loved his sisters deeply, yet Ghetsis was merely a shadow over even his best, most comforting memories, a figure in the background, looming, scheming, waiting for him to be molded into the perfect tool, and nothing else.
He would never tell his father this, even in his imagination, because he knows far too well Ghetsis would only rejoice in succeeding at corrupting him, even if only a little bit: sometimes, he wishes that he could, that there was even a modicum of hatred within his heart for the man he'd once believed in so blindly.