skiing

After the long and embarrassing car ride, the service part of the group's ski and service trip went well. There wasn't much to offer in the small town besides shoveling snow for those in need, but they did it and did it well. While they didn't speak to each other, Cynthia had calmed down well enough to enjoy Diantha's presence as they shoveled snow for this neighborhood that had a primarily elderly demographic. It was monotonous, soothing work, and the constant clacking of steel against snow made for a good beat as nearby kids ran around and played with the shoveled snow.

Once they were finished with shoveling, the group and some of the kids worked together to make a rad snow fort and go up against each other in an equally rad snowball fight. Since Malva was the only one who protested and demanded that she go inside to warm herself up, she was their appropriate first target. But who knew she was just as fierce with cold things as she was with hot? Although Diantha was on Cynthia's team, it was Cynthia who received most of her attacks. And they hurt. A lot. Damn Flint for taking the high road and climbing the trees when the assaults began.

But a few hot cocoas and a few minutes of walking northward later, they reached the ski slope. Malva was right. Diantha was all cozied up in her three layers of clothing, looking like an inflated marshmallow, but at least she was calm again at this point, too, as she waddled to Cynthia and put a hand on her shoulder. "Thanks for saving us earlier," she said in a breathless tone. It looked like just the thought of a higher altitude was already affecting her. "You're not hurt, are you? You're…you're ready for this?"

Cynthia nodded. "Yeah, no prob, I'm fine. Are you gonna be fine on the Bunnelby slope?"

"Oh! Yes…I'm not a very good skier, but I'll have fun. Ah! But Cynthia, will you be fine on the Dragonite slope? I heard from some of the locals that they sometimes call it a demon slope."

"It's fine, it's fine. Those slopes have nothing on me and danger."

"Well, let me just give you something for good luck. I'll be waiting down here for you."

Standing on her tiptoes, Diantha leaned and gave Cynthia a quick peck on her cheek. Suddenly everything felt like a flock of Fletchling fluttering in the wind. So much for being calm.


Throughout her years in college, Cynthia would always drag Cyrus and other various buddies to go skiing with her. The Sinnoh region was very mountainous, and she would be foolish if she didn't take every opportunity she got to fuck around and take nature into a chokehold. The weekend before exam week in their freshmen year, she and Cyrus hiked up to the highest point in the Snowpoint Mountains. Cyrus had warned her on at least five separate occasions that skiing from such a high point right before exams was probably a bad idea; being Cynthia, she did not listen. At the time they were dating, and all she wanted to do was impress him.

In the end she had broken her leg, and both Professor Rowan and her grandmother was ready to break her other leg for being so reckless, but her impression worked. Cyrus was so horrified that he didn't sleep for three days straight and almost failed one of his exams, but it was all for watching her so she didn't try being even more reckless.

…okay, now that she thought about it rationally, she really fucked things up that time. But it had to work this time. She was a lot better at skiing now.

At the top of the Dragonite slope, she grinned as she waved down at whoever saw her from the bottom. Definitely Diantha…and maybe Siebold. He was bound to be wandering around somewhere. With her was Flint, who was doing stretches as he tried to hide his growing panic, and Malva, who smirked as she watched her by the tree, arms crossed. Cynthia couldn't help but squint at her. "I thought you don't ski," she murmured.

"I don't. I just wanted to get a front-row seat to this. And to be that person who tells you 'I told you so', because skiing from this high up is a terrible idea."

"You're the one who gave us this idea in the first place!"

"Yes, and I also mentioned that Diantha always takes the Bunnelby slopes. But I guess if you're so confident in your abilities…"

"I am confident in my abilities! I'll show you guys how it's done like a pro! You doin' this with me or not, Flort?"

Flint shook his head. "Nah, I'm good. I'll cheer for you from up here. My knees are weak, bro."

"Thanks for the support, bro. I'm going down!"

Placing the goggles over her face, Cynthia nodded to herself and eased herself forward, starting down the long and fast trek. Even though the Bunnelby slope was a lot safer and a lot less deadlier, going down a demon slope like this brought her an exhilarating rush that barely anything besides pokemon training gave her. It was the closest to what she imagined Garchomp felt like, so bold and fearless and just a smidge hungry for treats that came in a box. Now wasn't the time for thinking about life or death or even cute girls. This was a time for becoming one with nature, and then kicking nature's ass.

Down and down she went, overwhelmed with pride and excitement. If everyone wasn't proud of her, they should've at least pretended to be. Soon she'd pass Diantha, and she knew she'd make a good impression, even though she wasn't the least bit focused on impressing right now. Once she made it to the bottom, she would think about the impressions she made…and what was that Gible doing in her path?

Gible weren't even supposed to be found this up north, but there it was, and there she went. With the slightest jerk, she was sent flying backwards as her ankle made an audible crunching sound. She was less than halfway to the bottom, but it was going to be a pretty sick ride, and not in the good way of sick. At least she was going to black-out sober this time…


When she finally came to, she saw the sky above her and felt a stretcher under her. Someone must've had the ambulance teams on speed dial or something. Everything felt dizzy and groggy and in her half-muffled mind, she was pretty sure she had a concussion, but damn did it felt great. With a little groan, she shifted into a sitting position and gave a thumbs-up to everyone behind her. "I did it…I am queen the!"

Malva shook her head. "The paramedics thought you were dead for a few seconds. I told you so."

Siebold sighed. "She did. She made sure to text me the minute she said it. I'll make sure to cook you some nice breakfasts for your recovery."

"Aaaaaahhhhh, bro. I shoulda fudd up witchu aaaaahhhhhh…"

"It was totally fucking gnarly, bro."

She felt someone squeeze her hand while three paramedics forced her back to lie down on the stretcher. She was pretty sure it was Diantha looking like a weeping marshmallow hovering over her, but then again she had no idea what day of the week it was anymore. Monthurs?…Wednesturday? But it was probably Diantha because Diantha was the cute, angelic-looking one. "Cynthia, sweetheart, I'm so sorry!" she cried, sniffling. "You were looking so cool, but I should've stopped you! Or I should've given you another good-luck kiss..or…or something!"

"…can't stop this fuckin' falcon, babe. I've got these SICK MOVES-"

With her not-broken foot, she kicked in the air. Another paramedic rushed to shove it back down to the stretcher, screeching, "You've gotta stay relaxed, ma'am! We keep telling you that we have to transport you to Lumiose Regional!"

"…and then I'm gonna show off these SICK MOVES TO THE DOCTOR-"

She stumbled out of the stretcher as she made another thumbs-up sign. Diantha, Malva, and Flint all rushed to get her back up, but she wasn't about to be unprepared without a fight. Wrapping her arms around Diantha, she slumped forward and cackled. "…sick moves, babe. Sick moves."

"Yes, dear." Diantha patted her back. "We can't go out on any…hrm…dates until you see the doctor. Let's get you back on the stretcher."

"But my sick moves-"

"Back into the stretcher with you, knave," Malva snarled, pushing them both headfirst into the stretcher.

CRASH! and Cynthia and the stretcher fell to the ground, the blond starting up in laughs again as swirlies replaced her eyes. On top of her was Diantha, flailing as her three layers of clothing prevented her from standing up on her own. Two of the paramedics rushed forward, groaning, and Malva sighed as she pulled out her phone and took a photo. "She's gonna want to see this mess when she comes fully to. I can't believe they're gonna make a good couple."

Siebold raised an eyebrow. "Wasn't that your plan?"

"It was, but now it looks like we have to babysit her. This sucks. Hey, Flort, be a dear and finish tidying up this mess, would you? And don't let her show any more sick moves. She's going to drain the League's insurance at this rate."

As the commotion continued, Flint placed his head against a tree and continued to cry. He also liked the idea of Cynthia being in a cute couple, but why Flort? Why was he Flort? Why couldn't Cynthia be Flort?…


(Original notes: nothing relevant.)

Originally written February 17th, 2016 on tumblr for femslash february.