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Title: Stories
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokmon
Theme: #16, Child

Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Pokemon belongs to Nintendo and Shogakukan Comics. This non-profit, non-copyright infringing fanfiction belongs to me under international copyright laws and taking it is plagiarism. Thank you. *Phantomness bows*

Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks

Warnings: Shonen-ai, shota

 

Red snuggles into Lances arms as he listens to the Dragon Master speak. His voice is very soothing, though its a bit strange that he reads fairy tales to his pokemon. Lance adjusts his reading glasses, but proceeds on, until the tale is over and Rumplestiltskin is dead and the Princesss baby goes free.

Red doesnt think that story is very fair, but he says nothing. The dragons curled around the field listen intently, and Lance smiles, moving on to the next tale of Hansel and Gretel, which is actually quite scary!

He doesnt remember hearing these before. Lance checks his watch, before standing up and brushing bits of grass off his pants.

Come on, Red. We should be getting back now.

Red pouts, but obeys. They walk back three blocks in silence. Afterwards, they have dinner in the cafeteria as usual, before they part ways for the night.

It becomes a routine of sorts. Red likes stories, so he follows Lance every afternoon. Lance gives him strange looks the first few times, and then quits thinking about it.

Red is still a child after all, and he probably likes fairy tales.

 

They dont get to Sleeping Beauty and Snow White until several weeks later, since Lance dislikes those silly, soppy tales and leaves them for last. But when Red asks him if kissing is really that special, he gives the boy a demonstration that leaves him gratifyingly starry-eyed.

Kisses are special, Red thinks, as Lance pulls away. It feels nice, really nice, and he feels little butterflies in his stomach, in a good way.

He wonders if Lance will do it again.

Lance has to remind himself that Red is still a child, but kissing is all right, right? As long as they dont do anything else, it will be okay, so it doesnt matter if they cuddle a bit after story telling time.

No one has to know, after all, and Red doesnt mind.

Sometimes, theyll switch off. He can practice his reading skills, after all, and if he stumbles over words sometimes Lance wont scold.

The Almond Tree really makes him hate stepmothers, Puss in Boots makes him giggle and head out to catch a Meowth, and when he hears the story about the little mermaid he spends two weeks at the beach hunting for a mermaid before Lance reminds him gently that stories are just stories.

He may not be a Princess, or a clever youngest daughter, Red thinks, and Lance isnt a Prince, but they can still live happily ever after, so he decides to do just that.

And they do.

 

End Fic

Completed 6/18/07

Red: You wrote fluff?

Phantomness: ^^ Hai!

Lance: *Stares in disbelief*