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teamflareTitle: One Lays up While the Other Lies Down
Fandom: Pokémon X&Y
Pairing: Professor Augustine Sycamore/Lysandre
Rating: G
Summary: "Your expressions look terrifying on my face, just so you know."
Notes: Written for Writer's Month, for the prompt: body switch. Title from Empty by Metric. Part 1 of the Bodyswap Saga.
AO3 Link: Here.
The day had started normally enough: Augustine had convinced Lysandre to accompany him to the lab so he could see the children, and they'd spent the morning rearranging the mess he'd left around his desk because Lysandre "couldn't let him work in such conditions." When they'd come back from lunch, Shauna and Serena had joined them to go check on the pokémons in the lab garden, and a few hours later Calem had arrived, riding his charizard, claiming that Serena owed him a mega-evolution battle.
Once she'd won their first encounter and the rematch, Shauna had made it clear she was tired and wanted to go home, and so the three of them had said their goodbyes and left. Lysandre had suggested they could go and visit that one restaurant they'd both enjoyed the last time he'd agreed to go out – which made Augustine's heart soar – and then Sina had rushed toward them, carrying a fairly large musharna in her arms.
She'd babbled something about not knowing what was wrong with them, but before Augustine could say something about maybe not shaking the poor pokémon around in case it woke them up, the musharna had opened one wide, bright red eye, and he'd been swiftly sent flying off to land right on Lysandre, whose body mass at least managed to soften some of the blow. Not that Augustine would have known that, considering he'd lost consciousness in the process.
Things took a most peculiar turn after that.
It took Augustine an eternity to be able to move once he'd begun to emerge, and he could tell something was very wrong right away. For starters, even after he'd completely woken up, his body seemed much heavier. It was as if he'd spontaneously gained weight. When he tried to clench his fist, his hand felt absurdly large. He held his breath.
All of him felt abruptly large. He sat up, touched his face, and realized that something was, in fact, very, very wrong.
"Professor, are you alright?" Sina's voice said, somewhere to his left – except she wasn't talking to him.
Well, she was, in a way, he thought to himself when he looked in her direction and found her crouching near his sleeping form, currently about half a meter away from the body he was in. He didn't want to think about whose body that was too deeply yet.
His body – this was already becoming confusing – stirred, and he watched himself push up on his elbows. He looked at Sina, apparently astonished, and then right at where Augustine was. Looking at his face from outside his body like this was already strange enough, but the expression on his face was so unlike anything he'd ever looked like that it almost flipped all the way from horrifying to hilarious.
Almost.
Sina, who, of course, had no way of knowing what was happening, looked at who she thought was Augustine, and then looked at who she thought was – Augustine looked down to stare at his outrageously large feet in their outrageously expensive shoes – Lysandre, and frowned.
"Where's the musharna?" Augustine's voice asked. Hearing his own voice used by someone else was not something he ever expected to experience. Judging by the face his body was making, Lysandre – Arceus, this was weird – appeared to agree.
"S–she flew off further into the garden! Are you alright? Should I go get help?"
Augustine opened his mouth to answer, remembered that his assistant did not particularly appreciate the man whose body he was currently inhabiting, and closed it. Lysandre cleared his throat.
"No, it's alright. You should go find her, though. I'll, um... help..." He grimaced like he'd eaten something particularly foul. "I'll help Lysandre."
Watching him struggle as well eased Augustine's nerves somewhat. At least they were in this together. Somehow.
Sina nodded and hurried toward the forested area of the garden. Lysandre stood up, keeping his arms away from his body, and Augustine did the same, only to be instantly thrown off by how far down the ground was.
"Arceus, Palkia and Dialga," Augustine swore under his breath. In Lysandre's voice. Low and ragged. He nearly bit his tongue. "How do you live like this?"
Lysandre glared at him. He was blushing, his face red from his hairline to the tip of his nose. Augustine didn't think he'd ever seen himself like that ever before, except maybe when he was drunk.
"What did that pokémon do to us? I don't think there's any move that can do this." Lysandre cleared his throat again, both of his fists clenched so hard Augustine could see his own knuckles go white. "What if we can't fix it?"
"There's this guy in Kanto," Augustine started, scratching the side of his – Lysandre's – beard. "Bill? I think he switched bodies with a pokémon once. Maybe he could help."
"How do we–" Lysandre groaned. He was visibly trying not to touch his – Augustine's – body, which was commendable. "How are we going to explain this to anyone?"
Augustine shrugged. His shoulders were very large. "Well, I don't see why he wouldn't believe us, considering it's happened to him before." When Lysandre glared at him some more instead of responding, he added, "Your expressions look terrifying on my face, just so you know."
Before Lysandre could retort, they heard the rustle of Sina coming back. Lysandre did his best to school his expression into something at least a little bit more neutral, though his eyebrows twitched when he realized she was empty-handed.
"I found her," she said, and Lysandre's face relaxed. Seeing her talk to him and ignore Augustine's presence was becoming more othering than being in his body. "She's asleep, so I didn't want to disturb her." She hesitated, probably put off by the odd way the man she thought was Augustine was looking at her. "D–do you want me to go back? I thought..."
Lysandre smiled. It was almost convincing. "It's alright. We can check on her tomorrow. You should go home."
It took a bit more coaxing to fully convince her, but Augustine had stopped paying attention at that point. He focused on his perception of Lysandre's body, curious, and, apart from it being very large, noted two defining factors: one, he was burning hot, which was not helped by the many layers of his outfit of choice, and two, he was tense. He tried to relax, just a little, and Lysandre's body responded by tensing further. He frowned.
"We should get home," Lysandre said once they were alone. Augustine blinked down at him, which was disconcerting. "I don't think we're going to get any answer here, and I'm not going out with you in... this state."
Seeing his body this rigid and closed off really made Augustine feel as if he was looking at a stranger. In a way, it made things a little less daunting – for now.
It didn't do much to alleviate the oddity of suddenly being over two meters tall, though. He nearly walked into the doorframe leading to the lab, and only remembered to bend down to pass through the next door because Lysandre grabbed him by the arm in time. It was a good thing everyone else had already left.
Back in his apartment – after hitting his forehead when entering the front door, prompting him to let out a series of aggravated swear words that made Lysandre go very pale and then very red – he sat down on the couch and found the proximity of the ground very comforting.
"This is a nightmare," Lysandre said after he'd begun pacing in circles in the middle of the living room. "There's no way we can hide this from other people. What if they think this is some kind of scheme?"
"We'll have to go back to the lab tomorrow to check on that musharna at least," Augustine mused. He'd sunk into the couch as far down as he could, to try and make things seem more familiar. "Then we'll see what we can do."
Lysandre opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by his stomach growling. He looked down at it, as if he could glare hard enough to make it stop, and then took a deep breath.
"I'll make us something to eat," he said, firmly. In the time it took for Augustine to think of a reply, he'd already disappeared into the kitchen.
For several minutes, all Augustine could hear from where he was still sitting was rummaging and banging and something that sounded suspiciously like Lysandre grumbling to himself, although in his voice. He was idly wondering whether he should get up to try and help when a loud bang rang out, followed by a series of crashes, and then Augustine was on his feet, quickly reaching the kitchen to make sure everything was fine.
Lysandre and his body seemed unharmed. The floor was littered with broken ceramics, and Lysandre was looking down at the one intact bowl that was still in his hands.
"How do you function," Lysandre breathed out. Even though it was his own voice, the intonation was so perfectly Lysandre's that Augustine had to bite down the inside of his lip to prevent himself from laughing.
"I'll help," he said. Lysandre looked at him like he was the scum of the earth, which on his face was actually pretty threatening. Still, he put down the bowl on the counter and stepped aside.
This wasn't going to be easy, but they'd gone through much worse. They'd figure it out. They always did.
Fandom: Pokémon X&Y
Pairing: Professor Augustine Sycamore/Lysandre
Rating: G
Summary: "Your expressions look terrifying on my face, just so you know."
Notes: Written for Writer's Month, for the prompt: body switch. Title from Empty by Metric. Part 1 of the Bodyswap Saga.
AO3 Link: Here.
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6
The day had started normally enough: Augustine had convinced Lysandre to accompany him to the lab so he could see the children, and they'd spent the morning rearranging the mess he'd left around his desk because Lysandre "couldn't let him work in such conditions." When they'd come back from lunch, Shauna and Serena had joined them to go check on the pokémons in the lab garden, and a few hours later Calem had arrived, riding his charizard, claiming that Serena owed him a mega-evolution battle.
Once she'd won their first encounter and the rematch, Shauna had made it clear she was tired and wanted to go home, and so the three of them had said their goodbyes and left. Lysandre had suggested they could go and visit that one restaurant they'd both enjoyed the last time he'd agreed to go out – which made Augustine's heart soar – and then Sina had rushed toward them, carrying a fairly large musharna in her arms.
She'd babbled something about not knowing what was wrong with them, but before Augustine could say something about maybe not shaking the poor pokémon around in case it woke them up, the musharna had opened one wide, bright red eye, and he'd been swiftly sent flying off to land right on Lysandre, whose body mass at least managed to soften some of the blow. Not that Augustine would have known that, considering he'd lost consciousness in the process.
Things took a most peculiar turn after that.
It took Augustine an eternity to be able to move once he'd begun to emerge, and he could tell something was very wrong right away. For starters, even after he'd completely woken up, his body seemed much heavier. It was as if he'd spontaneously gained weight. When he tried to clench his fist, his hand felt absurdly large. He held his breath.
All of him felt abruptly large. He sat up, touched his face, and realized that something was, in fact, very, very wrong.
"Professor, are you alright?" Sina's voice said, somewhere to his left – except she wasn't talking to him.
Well, she was, in a way, he thought to himself when he looked in her direction and found her crouching near his sleeping form, currently about half a meter away from the body he was in. He didn't want to think about whose body that was too deeply yet.
His body – this was already becoming confusing – stirred, and he watched himself push up on his elbows. He looked at Sina, apparently astonished, and then right at where Augustine was. Looking at his face from outside his body like this was already strange enough, but the expression on his face was so unlike anything he'd ever looked like that it almost flipped all the way from horrifying to hilarious.
Almost.
Sina, who, of course, had no way of knowing what was happening, looked at who she thought was Augustine, and then looked at who she thought was – Augustine looked down to stare at his outrageously large feet in their outrageously expensive shoes – Lysandre, and frowned.
"Where's the musharna?" Augustine's voice asked. Hearing his own voice used by someone else was not something he ever expected to experience. Judging by the face his body was making, Lysandre – Arceus, this was weird – appeared to agree.
"S–she flew off further into the garden! Are you alright? Should I go get help?"
Augustine opened his mouth to answer, remembered that his assistant did not particularly appreciate the man whose body he was currently inhabiting, and closed it. Lysandre cleared his throat.
"No, it's alright. You should go find her, though. I'll, um... help..." He grimaced like he'd eaten something particularly foul. "I'll help Lysandre."
Watching him struggle as well eased Augustine's nerves somewhat. At least they were in this together. Somehow.
Sina nodded and hurried toward the forested area of the garden. Lysandre stood up, keeping his arms away from his body, and Augustine did the same, only to be instantly thrown off by how far down the ground was.
"Arceus, Palkia and Dialga," Augustine swore under his breath. In Lysandre's voice. Low and ragged. He nearly bit his tongue. "How do you live like this?"
Lysandre glared at him. He was blushing, his face red from his hairline to the tip of his nose. Augustine didn't think he'd ever seen himself like that ever before, except maybe when he was drunk.
"What did that pokémon do to us? I don't think there's any move that can do this." Lysandre cleared his throat again, both of his fists clenched so hard Augustine could see his own knuckles go white. "What if we can't fix it?"
"There's this guy in Kanto," Augustine started, scratching the side of his – Lysandre's – beard. "Bill? I think he switched bodies with a pokémon once. Maybe he could help."
"How do we–" Lysandre groaned. He was visibly trying not to touch his – Augustine's – body, which was commendable. "How are we going to explain this to anyone?"
Augustine shrugged. His shoulders were very large. "Well, I don't see why he wouldn't believe us, considering it's happened to him before." When Lysandre glared at him some more instead of responding, he added, "Your expressions look terrifying on my face, just so you know."
Before Lysandre could retort, they heard the rustle of Sina coming back. Lysandre did his best to school his expression into something at least a little bit more neutral, though his eyebrows twitched when he realized she was empty-handed.
"I found her," she said, and Lysandre's face relaxed. Seeing her talk to him and ignore Augustine's presence was becoming more othering than being in his body. "She's asleep, so I didn't want to disturb her." She hesitated, probably put off by the odd way the man she thought was Augustine was looking at her. "D–do you want me to go back? I thought..."
Lysandre smiled. It was almost convincing. "It's alright. We can check on her tomorrow. You should go home."
It took a bit more coaxing to fully convince her, but Augustine had stopped paying attention at that point. He focused on his perception of Lysandre's body, curious, and, apart from it being very large, noted two defining factors: one, he was burning hot, which was not helped by the many layers of his outfit of choice, and two, he was tense. He tried to relax, just a little, and Lysandre's body responded by tensing further. He frowned.
"We should get home," Lysandre said once they were alone. Augustine blinked down at him, which was disconcerting. "I don't think we're going to get any answer here, and I'm not going out with you in... this state."
Seeing his body this rigid and closed off really made Augustine feel as if he was looking at a stranger. In a way, it made things a little less daunting – for now.
It didn't do much to alleviate the oddity of suddenly being over two meters tall, though. He nearly walked into the doorframe leading to the lab, and only remembered to bend down to pass through the next door because Lysandre grabbed him by the arm in time. It was a good thing everyone else had already left.
Back in his apartment – after hitting his forehead when entering the front door, prompting him to let out a series of aggravated swear words that made Lysandre go very pale and then very red – he sat down on the couch and found the proximity of the ground very comforting.
"This is a nightmare," Lysandre said after he'd begun pacing in circles in the middle of the living room. "There's no way we can hide this from other people. What if they think this is some kind of scheme?"
"We'll have to go back to the lab tomorrow to check on that musharna at least," Augustine mused. He'd sunk into the couch as far down as he could, to try and make things seem more familiar. "Then we'll see what we can do."
Lysandre opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by his stomach growling. He looked down at it, as if he could glare hard enough to make it stop, and then took a deep breath.
"I'll make us something to eat," he said, firmly. In the time it took for Augustine to think of a reply, he'd already disappeared into the kitchen.
For several minutes, all Augustine could hear from where he was still sitting was rummaging and banging and something that sounded suspiciously like Lysandre grumbling to himself, although in his voice. He was idly wondering whether he should get up to try and help when a loud bang rang out, followed by a series of crashes, and then Augustine was on his feet, quickly reaching the kitchen to make sure everything was fine.
Lysandre and his body seemed unharmed. The floor was littered with broken ceramics, and Lysandre was looking down at the one intact bowl that was still in his hands.
"How do you function," Lysandre breathed out. Even though it was his own voice, the intonation was so perfectly Lysandre's that Augustine had to bite down the inside of his lip to prevent himself from laughing.
"I'll help," he said. Lysandre looked at him like he was the scum of the earth, which on his face was actually pretty threatening. Still, he put down the bowl on the counter and stepped aside.
This wasn't going to be easy, but they'd gone through much worse. They'd figure it out. They always did.