co-existence

(Original notes: Don't you love how no one in the Leagues are on the same page? Because I do. also i am proud of flort. )

Originally written February 15th, 2016 on tumblr for femslash february. This was a fun short series. c: I'll be glad to be uploading this.

It was week three of collaborating between the Sinnoh and Kalos leagues, and everyone silently wished that this was the week that things would work out and they could stop going through filibusters. It wasn't like any of their ideas were bad – they weren't, other than a horrible suggestion revolving around an international giant robot crime-fighting team – but no one could just agree on the right version of the idea. These idea-blockings were simply just absurd.

It didn't help that Sinnoh's Champion was deep in the canyons of lovesickness, either.

Last week she was adamant of fighting Malva, tooth and nail, over every proposal she had single-handedly blocked, but now she just quietly sat at her seat during the meetings and workshops, trying to doodle a coherent picture of Diantha. So far she'd failed, but she was determined to make the perfect portrait soon. Something was definitely up, though. She was like that, and Diantha even seemed to be quieter than usual, looking as coy as a Kirlia.

It annoyed Malva. Now that her main target was distracted by something other than work, there really was no point in blocking these proposals. All of Cynthia's co-workers were, for the most part, cooperative and seemingly business-oriented. She didn't really want to fuck with Diantha's happiness either, given that that angel was still one of the only people she could actually call a friend, but seeing that blond goof around and blatantly express her hots for Diantha pissed her off just a little bit.

Honestly, those two should hook up already just so she could have her plaything back.

While Bertha proposed the idea of their sharing of mega evolution research, Malva wrinkled her nose and turned to Siebold. He wasn't always on-board for everything, but he'd have to do. She cupped a hand and leaned over his ear. "Hey, hey, do you think anyone else wants to get in on this fun?" she whispered.

Siebold squinted, then raised an eyebrow. "Anyone else? I didn't know you were adding me to this without asking me first."

"But you like fun."

"I do. Hmmm, quite possibly Ronald McDonald on the other side of us. What are we doing?"

"Fucking with the new couple."

"New couple?" Siebold's eyes widened, and he almost choked on the water he was sipping. "Wait, when did they?"

Malva rolled her eyes. "They didn't. That's the point. This collaboration is pointless if I don't have anything to play with."

"So you just want them to get together so that way you can fuck with the schönes Mädchen?"

"She is not that beautiful! Not even close to me or Diantha!" Malva hissed. "Get your shit together, Siebold. Honestly. Now help me come up with a plan."

"Fine, fine. I'm never going to shake you off as a partner-in-crime, am I?"

The next day Cynthia squinted at the flyer that was handed to her. She would've been elated if anyone else besides Malva handed it to her. "A ski and service trip in a small town north of Dendemille?" she inquired. "Uh, wouldn't it be better if all of us focused on one trip instead of splitting up between us and the other group with their service trip in Coumarine?"

Malva shook her head, waving a hand. "No, no. We need to get exposure in much of the Kalos region as possible. I'm sure you'd do the same thing once our League visits yours in Sinnoh. And I would love to get to know you and Flort better."

"His name's Flint, but o…kay…"

She knew Malva was full of shit; that woman was definitely up to something, but she wasn't sure of what and why. For these past few days, she thought they were actually getting along pretty well, but then again Malva was still an enigma to her. She wished Drasna was coming with them instead. Or anyone else, really. But for now she nodded and let Malva continue. "Right, Flint. Ahaha, anyway, it should work out. I have a few connections around there, so it should be fun and good for the people. Oh, and if you didn't know, Diantha's been skiing for years and she still goes around on the Bunnelby slope with three or four layers of clothing. It's very amusing to see."

Cynthia's cheeks flushed. "What the hell's that supposed to mean?"

"Is it supposed to mean something? I'm just stating facts. But anyway, we should at least try to get along. For the greater good, I mean. Especially our lovely Champions, right?"

"….right…."

As she walked away, Cynthia caught the faint smirk on her face, and her blush deepened. Malva couldn't have known that she and Diantha had been on two late-night McDonald's dates since their attempted vandalism a few days ago…could she? Nah, not even she was that perceptive…probably. They weren't close to being girlfriends yet, and it would be nice to have a smaller ski and service group…but there was something fishy about it.

Or maybe not. She was really hoping that Diantha was right about Malva taking time to warm up to people.

As she walked down to the corridor towards her suite, she bumped into Diantha, who looked equally as confused. In her hands was the same flyer. "Oh! Cynthia, did you hear, dearest?" she asked, looking down at the ground. "We have a ski and service trip to attend to. Malva says we should have fun…"

"…right."

"Oh, please bear with me. I'm not a very good skier, though."

"Of course, hon. Ah!"

They both blushed, and Cynthia placed her hands over her face, letting out a muffled groan. While they had already been out on two cool dates, she was afraid that whatever relationship they had was too delicate for sabotage. She'd have to keep an eye out for Malva either way, and then there was Flint. Flint…

oh, no.