In the morning
The moment that heavy bassline from Roxie's band started blasting from his Pokégear, Odin wanted to murder the entire Unova region. He groaned loudly, rubbing his face as the rock music echoed in the cramped room. Then, a smug, half-awake smirk crawled onto his face. He remembered why that specific track was playing. Last night, amidst all the talking, he and Angel discovered a song from Roxie in which they shared a mutual love, it was a heavy punk-rock energy song. One thing led to another, and now they had matching ringtones. It was domestic, it was cute—and Odin was absolutely going to use it as an excuse to be an absolute menace to whoever was calling him.
He grabbed the Pokégear, flipping it open with zero respect, ready to serve up a fresh batch of extra-jackass flavor.
"Who the hell is dying and why do I care?" Odin barked into the receiver, his voice thick with sleep and pure, unfiltered arrogance. "This better be a lottery win or a public apology, because you just interrupted my beauty sleep. And trust me, sweetheart, I need a lot of it to stay this pretty."
On the other end, Lucy didn't even blink at the attitude. Her voice came through bright, fiery, and completely unbothered by his grumpy morning routine. "Rise and shine, slacker! It's exactly ten AM, just like I promised. Get your lazy ass out of bed! I'm already at the base, and I am entirely too excited to sit around waiting for you. We have a mountain to raid!"
Odin rolled his eyes, stretching out on the mattress. "Oh, look at you, so eager. What's the rush? Mt. Moon isn't walking away, and neither am I."
"The rush is that you promised me a Gold-potential or higher female Nidoran," Lucy shot back, her opportunistic streak practically radiating through the line. "And I don't plan on letting you sneak out of that deal. I already gave you your down payment, remember? You thoroughly got what you wanted out of my body last time, so you owe me. I'm owning up to my end of the bargain, now you own up to yours!"
Odin let out a loud, mocking laugh, thoroughly enjoying how compliant yet fiery she was. Even though she was an Elite Officer—technically outranking his brand-new Officer status—she was completely willing to accommodate his absurd demands because she knew he was a golden ticket. "Yeah, yeah, you were real compliant, Officer Lucy. Don't worry, your investment is safe with me. I'll find you a Nidoran so good it'll make your Arbok look like a common Ekans."
The two of them went back and forth for a few minutes, bickering, planning their route, and trading playful roasts. Lucy could dish it out just as well as she took it, her mischievous side slipping through as she teased him about being a lightweight who couldn't handle a morning wakeup call.
Eventually, Odin swung his legs over the side of the bed, yawning. "Alright, whatever, I'm getting up. I'll be there as soon as I look presentable—which takes time when you're a masterpiece."
He was about to hang up, but a sudden thought flashed in his mind. The midnight call. The long-winded speech. The sudden promotion and the Arbok egg.
"Wait. Hold on a second," Odin stopped her, his tone dropping into a dangerously playful, sharp edge. "Btw, Lucy... did you fucking give Ariana my number?"
The line instantly went dead silent. The fiery, argumentative Elite Officer completely evaporated, replaced by a tense, timid quiet.
"Yeah..." Lucy finally replied, her voice shrinking significantly. "I... I may or might have... indeed given her your number... look, umm, I wasn't trying to fuck you up or anything! You got to understand... she is my boss, you know?"
Odin didn't say a word, just let out a low, menacing hum that made her scramble to explain herself faster.
"And, uh, she kind of pressured me into giving up your number!" Lucy pleaded, trying to defend herself but completely succumbing to Odin's dominant attitude. "But she means well, I promise! After all, you literally sold a Platinum-Potential Dugtrio with the capabilities of reaching a perfect Diamond-Potential. You were bound to be noticed by the higher-ups! Honestly, it's a good thing it was Ariana. She is much more tame compared to the other Executives, trust me. Also... I put in a good word for you! So don't be mad at me... and also, I really had no choice. She is... kind of a distant relative of mine. Although we aren't that close, there is still some family bond there..."
Hearing her ramble and cower was the absolute highlight of Odin's morning. He went into full, unapologetic bully mode, a massive, wicked grin spreading across his face as he cut her off.
"You fucking bitch!" Odin laughed out, his tone dripping with arrogant, teasing malice. "Do you always cave in that quick? A little pressure from the boss and you just fold? Wow. Unbelievable. You just wait until I get my hands on your body at the base. I am going to fuck you silly for this! You're going to pay for every single minute of sleep I lost because she called me at midnight, you fucking bitch.
"On the other end, Lucy let out a nervous, half-compliant gasp, clearly affected by the threat but fully accepting that she had it coming.
"Anyways, whatever," Odin dismissed with a scoff, shaking his head. "It's already done. She already promoted me and she's bringing me some rare Arbok egg later today anyway. I'll be at the base in a bit or so. Don't miss me too much."
After a bit more quick trading of banter—with Lucy trying to regain her fiery footing while still blushing from his threats—they finally hung up. Odin tossed the Pokégear onto the bed, completely awake now, energized by the prospect of a fun day of bullying Lucy, scanning Mt. Moon for treasure, and meeting up with an Executive.
As Odin stepped out of the bedroom, scratching his chest and still sporting a lingering morning scowl, the rich, savory aroma of a fresh Exeggcute omelet immediately hit his nose.
There was Angel, standing by the stove, looking effortlessly beautiful even in the simple morning light. The moment she heard his heavy footsteps, she turned around, a highly amused, knowing smirk playing on her lips.
"Well, look who finally decided to join the living," Angel teased, her voice dripping with playful mockery. "I could hear Roxie blasting all the way from the kitchen. Someone's awfully grumpy for a guy who has a matching punk-rock ringtone with his girl. What's the matter, big boy? Did the mean phone wake up the scary Team Rocket member from his beauty sleep?"
"Since when are you my girl?" Odin scoffed
"Don't you remember sweetie– you said you loved me and that I was your lucky star" Angel teased.
"Tch, Shut yo bitch ass up!," Odin scoffed, walking up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist, digging his face into her neck with a half-hearted groan. "That bitch Lucy called me. I'm going to make her pay for this later. Serve the food, I'm starving."
Angel just giggled, leaning back into his touch before plate-serving the massive, fluffy omelet. They sat down together, the atmosphere instantly shifting into a warm, comfortable groove. They laughed, bickered, and traded playful roasts over the breakfast table, completely in sync.
Angel hadn't forgotten about Koffing, either. She had prepared a separate, specialized bowl filled with a meticulous mix of crushed Pecha berries, premium Pokéblocks, and high-nutrient Pokémon food. Koffing—or "Poopie," as Angel lovingly called him—floated happily above his bowl, emitting cheerful puffs of toxic gas as he dug in.
Once the plates were cleared, Odin's playful demeanor shifted into something more commanding. He grabbed Angel by the waist, pulling her onto his lap for a serious talk.
"Listen up," Odin said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I'm taking Koffing– Actually, no—he's staying with you."
Angel blinked, instantly protesting. "What? No way! Odin, how are you going to defend yourself? How are you planning to catch any Pokémon in Mt. Moon without Poopie? You can't just go out there empty-handed!"
"Shut up and listen," Odin interrupted, flicking her forehead lightly. "Look at yourself. You think I'm letting someone as ridiculously beautiful as you walk around the slums, the city center, or the business district completely unprotected? Your looks bring way too much attention, and people are stupid. Plus, you're going to be carrying this."
With a casual flick of his wrist, Odin slapped down a massive, thick stack of cash onto the table. It was an astronomical amount of money—more than Angel's family had ever seen in their entire lives. He didn't blink an eye at the sum. He was a literal millionaire now; making money via his System was laughably easy. But walking around the city with that much cash and no muscle was a recipe for disaster.
"You're going to use this to finalize everything today. The house, the medicine, whatever," Odin commanded, his thumb stroking her cheek. "I'm going with Lucy anyway. She's an Elite Officer, so I expect her to at least be capable of protecting my pretty face. I'm just going to act like an arrogant tourist on sightseeing duty while she does all the heavy lifting. It's fine."
Angel stared at the money, then at him, her chest swelling with emotion. After a brief moment of trying to argue, she finally melted, leaning her forehead against his. "You... you've grown so much kinder, Odin. Thank you for looking out for us."
"Kinder? Are you fucking blind or just stupid?" Odin barked out, a harsh, arrogant smirk returning to his face. "Don't get it twisted, you pathetic little beggar. I'm doing this so you can hurry up, get a proper house, and be a useful, clean little housewife for me. If you get robbed because you're incompetent, it makes me look bad. You're just a pretty distraction I keep around, so don't go getting a big head, you needy little bitch." Odin paused for a bit and then continued again, "also if you actually do get robbed, I'm actually going to rape your mom infront of you and then sell her to slavery until she makes that money back!"
Angel didn't mind the degrading words one bit. In fact, she absolutely thrived on it. She knew him inside and out. She saw right through the aggressive roast, fully feeling the intense, protective love hidden beneath his insults. Although the slavery part did concern her a little bit.
With a wicked, triumphant laugh, Angel suddenly lunged forward. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, locking him in place, and began aggressively filling his face with sloppy, wet, uncoordinated kisses.
"Mmh! Stop it! Get off me, you crazy bitch!" Odin yelled, swatting at her, though he didn't actually use any real force to push her away. Deep down, he absolutely loved her chaotic, sloppy affection, and Angel knew it. She kissed his cheeks, his nose, and his lips until he was thoroughly annoyed and secretly incredibly pleased.
Eventually, they parted ways with one last lingering look. Odin fixed his collar, grabbed his gear, and headed out toward the base for Center Nr. 4 to confront Lucy and claim his new uniform, and update his TR card.
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Back in the apartment, the heavy silence of the slums returned, but the energy in the room had completely changed.
Angel walked into the back room and gently woke up her mother, Minerva, and her little brother, Rafael. As they sat down to eat the remaining breakfast, Angel placed the massive stack of cash on the table and let Koffing float into the room.
Minerva stared at the money, her breath catching in her throat.
"Odin made a massive profit," Angel explained, her voice ringing with pride and absolute certainty. "He's a millionaire now, Mom. He gave me all of this to buy us happiness. We're leaving the slums. I'm finding us a beautiful, safe house today, buying all the premium medicine you need, and hiring a trustworthy housekeeper to take care of you until you're fully recovered."
Minerva sat frozen. Every single negative thought, every lecture she wanted to give, every warning about how Odin was a dangerous criminal and a Rocket member had to be swallowed whole.
The reality of their situation was brutal, beautiful, and undeniable. Odin was a criminal. Her daughter was madly in love with a bad guy. Minerva hated the Team Rocket brand with every fiber of her being. But as she looked at the food on the table, the cash that would save her life, and the Koffing guarding her daughter, the truth settled in.
When they were starving, no honest citizen helped them. When she was sick, the League didn't care. The legal system had left them to rot in poverty. But a criminal—a rude, arrogant, mocking Team Rocket member—was the one reaching down into the dirt to rescue her entire family from famine and death.
It was a bitter, incredibly hard pill to swallow. But Minerva was far too indebted to Odin now to ever speak an ill word against him again. She could only bow her head in silent, humbled acceptance, tears pricking her eyes as she realized their nightmare was finally over.
With the family taken care of, Angel whistled for "Poopie," packed the money securely, and stepped out into Pewter City, ready to buy a brand new life.
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Meanwhile, Odin arrives at the entrance of Team Rocket Base, and quickly makes his way to Center Nr. 4.
Odin strutted into Center Nr. 4 like he owned the entire building. The second his eyes landed on Lucy, a wicked, dangerous smirk plastered across his face.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the bitch who thinks my privacy is a public service," Odin called out, sauntering toward her with a lazy, confident stride. "You look quite energetic for someone who was practically begging for forgiveness over the phone this morning."
"Oh, keep dreaming!" Lucy snapped back, her face flushing as she crossed her arms. "I told you, she's an Executive! When a high-ranking officer asks for a number, you don't say no. You should be thanking me for the networking opportunity."
Odin let out a sharp, mocking laugh, leaning into his new status. "Networking? Please. A masterpiece like me doesn't need 'opportunities.' I am the opportunity. I've got the brains, the looks, and now enough credits to make most of this base look like a charity ward. You're just lucky I'm in a good enough mood to let you be seen with me today."
Lucy rolled her eyes, though a small smile tugged at her lips despite his over-the-top arrogance. "Yes, you're a gift to the world, we all know. Now can you please hurry up? We have a mission to get to, and the higher-ups aren't known for their patience."
She nudged him toward the administrative counter. Odin leaned against the desk with a smug, casual air, sliding his identification toward the receptionist. "Upgrade time," he said with a wink. "The system finally caught up to the fact that I'm overqualified for the bottom tier."
The receptionist's eyes widened as she pulled up his file. The promotion was official: Odin was now a Team Rocket Officer. It wasn't the top of the ladder yet, but it meant he was no longer a disposable grunt. He had real authority now.
"Everything is in order, Officer Odin," she said, her voice shifting to a much more respectful tone. She handed him his new, high-quality black uniform and his updated credentials.
Odin took the gear, feeling the weight of his new position. "See that, Lucy? Official status. Try to act like you're impressed."
"I'll be impressed when we're actually on the road," Lucy countered, though she looked him over with a bit more respect now that he was sporting the officer's black. "Go change. I'll meet you at the transport bay in ten minutes. If you're late, I'm leaving without you."
"You wouldn't dare," Odin teased. "But first let me admire my uniform for a second time!"
Lucy didn't even give him a second to admire it. She snatched his arm, her grip surprisingly tight for someone who had been cowering on the phone earlier.
"Finally!" Lucy gasped, dragging him down the metallic corridor toward the nearest male locker room. "Hurry up and change. I can't fucking wait anymore, the anticipation is killing me!"
Odin let himself be pulled along, but as they neared the heavy sliding doors of the locker room, a dark, mischievous, and thoroughly lustful grin spread across his face. He remembered the exact promise—the threat—he had leveled at her over the phone. Payback for his ruined beauty sleep.
He stopped dead in his tracks, anchoring his weight so she couldn't budge him. He leaned down, looking Lucy dead in the eye with pure, unfiltered arrogance. "Oh, right. I believe we have some unfinished business to attend to first. A little compensation for my lack of sleep... my dear, dear Lucy."
Lucy's eyes went wide. A sudden wave of panic washed over her face as she realized he was dead serious. "Wait—Odin! No, hold on! Not here, the base is active! We have to—" She scrambled to think of an excuse, but it was already too late.
Odin playfully hooked an arm around her waist, practically kidnapping her as he swept her off her feet and yanked her right through the doors of the male locker room.
The heavy door hissed shut and locked automatically. But as Odin started unbuttoning his uniform, both of them froze. The locker room wasn't empty. There were about four or five low-ranking Team Rocket grunts sitting around, completely stunned to see a female Elite Officer being hauled into their changing room.
Lucy's panic instantly morphed into pure, fiery irritation. She couldn't let these low-lifes see her lose face. Shifting into full authority mode, she slammed her hand against a locker and barked at the top of her lungs, using her rank to absolutely bully the weak.
"What the hell are you idiots staring at?!" Lucy roared, her voice echoing off the metal walls. "Get the fuck out of here! Right now! Move your pathetic asses before I have my Arbok digest you for lunch! OUT!, OUT NOW!"
The grunts didn't need to be told twice. Fearing for their actual lives under the wrath of an Elite Officer, they scrambled, grabbing their boots and shirts in a blind panic, practically trampling each other to sprint out the secondary exit.
The moment the last grunt vanished, the room fell dead silent. Odin didn't waste a single heartbeat. He grabbed Lucy, slamming her back against the cold metal of a locker, and dove in. His mouth found hers instantly, his tongue aggressively intertwining with hers in a deep, dominant make-out session that left her completely breathless and pinned.
While keeping her pinned with his body, Odin effortlessly stripped away his clothes. He reached up, pulling the tie from his hair, loosening his long, jet-black mane. It cascaded down over his broad shoulders, flowing beautifully all the way down to his waist.
Now fully naked, his physique was on absolute display. The lighting of the locker room caught every chiseled muscle—his razor-sharp six-pack, broad shoulders, highly defined chest, and a perfect, dramatic V-shaped torso. And down below, his massive 12-inch asset left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
Lucy's breath hitched. Her gaze dropped down, and she swallowed loudly, her throat completely dry as she stared at the absolute beast standing over her.
I am going to get fucked silly, aren't I? Lucy thought to herself, her mind completely melting. He is going to thoroughly destroy me.
An undisclosed, chaotic amount of time passed inside that locked room—filled with loud groans, the heavy echoing slap of skin against metal lockers, and Lucy completely surrendering her fiery attitude to Odin's aggressive, dominant rhythm.
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When the locker room doors finally hissed open again, the contrast between the two of them walking out was absolutely hilarious.
Odin stepped into the corridor looking like an absolute god. He was completely refreshed, glowing, and radiating a level of cocky confidence that was almost blinding. His new Officer uniform was flawlessly put on, his long black hair tied back perfectly into a neat, stylish half-updo. He carried himself with the posture of a king who had just received confirmation that he was about to inherit an entire empire.
Lucy, on the other hand, was an absolute wreck.
She looked completely disheveled. Her hair was a messy nest, her Elite uniform was wrinkled and clearly thrown on in a massive, clumsy hurry, and her posture was completely sluggish. Her legs were visibly wobbly, shaking with every step she took as she tried—and failed—to walk in a straight line.
Her face was completely flushed, a deep crimson red spreading from her cheeks to her ears. Embarrassed to her absolute core but unable to hide the afterglow, she began aggressively complaining and whining at him.
"You are too fucking much, you jerk!" Lucy hissed under her breath, clutching the wall for support as her wobbly legs threatened to give out. "Why the hell did you have to go so fucking hard on me?! You have absolutely zero mercy! You're a beast, Odin! A literal beast!"
Odin just threw his head back and laughed, thoroughly enjoying the sight of an Elite Officer completely broken by him. "Hey, you gave out my number, sweetheart. Consider the debt paid in full. Now, try to walk straight, Officer Lucy. We have a mountain to climb."
"Jerk, I hate you! Die, go die in a dich somewhere" Lucy scoffed
Odin simply continued laughing "Well now that you have been throughly dealth with, let's call this moment our Golden locker time"
"Die! You jerk!.. asshole.. piece of shit... jackass.. Douchebag" Lucy continued to curse at Odin
"Okay okay I get it, blah blah blah, listen before we go, I need to accept a mission from the mission center first, from yours truly Ariana" Odin said matter-of-factly.
"A mission from Arianna?" Lucy suddenly gained back her strength
"Yeah I'll tell you all about it on the way to the mission center.. don't forget to walk straight, you're in the presence of yours truly, Officer Odin. Don't make me lose face from your embarrassing performance" Odin smirked.
"I HATE YOU, JUST DIE!"