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thingwithfeathers2022-12-04 09:09 pm
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Saving the day (Lance/Yellow, Pokemon, G)
Title: Saving the day
Rating: G
Word Count: 555
Genre: Fluff
Fandom: Pokémon Special (Manga)
Pairings: Yellow/Lance
Warnings: None
Summary: I write holiday flashfics as gifts for my friends. This is one of them! Forneutralize. Prompt- "Rainy Boots" by Inabakumori ft. Will Stetson. If (like me) it's been a hot minute since you've read pokemon special, this is specifically referencing the Lorelei fight around chapters 41-45ish.
Yellow is in the cave again. It's her and Bill: Pika and her pokemon are in their balls, waiting for her to get them out of this.
It's dark, and cold. Bill is shuddering with it, furiously rubbing his hands against his upper arms, hunching in on himself. Yellow's hands are shaking too, but she clenches her fists to force them to stop. She has to have a plan. Everyone is relying on her. But there's fear inside her too, like a drum beat that's coming ever closer, and for a moment she closes her eyes and lets it pound through her, before she steels herself with a slow inhale.
She swallows, and opens her eyes. She to get them out of this. But how? She can hear Lorelei's rich laugh echoing through the cave from above. The ice spears are coming closer, each crash making her jump. Her eyes light upon Pika in his ball, and he nods at her, encouraging.
Yellow remembers what she did back then, sending him to the surface to spy on Lorelei from a safe distance. She reaches for her fishing rod. She's about to cast it, hand lifting, when an ice spear shatters the cave ceiling right above them. She hears Bill scream—
She awakes with a jump. It's night, the dark and gloomy hours too early to yet be called morning. Her whole body is shaking with cold, curled into a desperate ball, after having thrashed herself free of the covers somehow. She turns her head and sees Lance behind her, half-under the blanket, deeply asleep.
Memory comes back in pieces: it's been years since that fight with Lorelei. Lance and Yellow had traveled to the mountains to train, needing a break from the city lights and paved streets that have been surrounding their travels recently. Pika is with Red, as he should be. Chuchu is with her instead, and Lance, and the rest of their pokemon.
Trying to stop her shivers, she straightens the blanket, making Lance grunt at the sudden draft of cold. Then she creeps beneath it, whispering an apology: her skin is frigid, she knows the touch of her body to his must be a shock.
But instead of moving away, or even waking fully, she feels Lance reach out through their shared mental connection, a psychic brush redolent with evergreens and pine needle paths. A quick touch is all he needs to identify her. Then, without any hesitation, he sweeps her frozen body into his arms, tucking her smaller form in against his before drifting back into a deeper sleep.
Yellow peeks over his encircling arms, watching the walls of the tent as they slowly lighten with the encroaching dawn. Bit by bit, her shivering eases, and her muscles relax as Lance's warmth soaks in. Her fists unclench.
She's never been alone, she thinks. She's always had her pokémon, and later, her precious friends. But she was always the one people looked to when things went wrong, always the ace in the hole, and there's a difference between having companions and having all the answers.
She doesn't have to do things by herself now. It's not all on her shoulders anymore.
She snuggles a little closer to Lance's chest, hearing his answering mumble against her long hair, and finally drifts to sleep.
Rating: G
Word Count: 555
Genre: Fluff
Fandom: Pokémon Special (Manga)
Pairings: Yellow/Lance
Warnings: None
Summary: I write holiday flashfics as gifts for my friends. This is one of them! For
neutralize. Prompt- "Rainy Boots" by Inabakumori ft. Will Stetson. If (like me) it's been a hot minute since you've read pokemon special, this is specifically referencing the Lorelei fight around chapters 41-45ish.Yellow is in the cave again. It's her and Bill: Pika and her pokemon are in their balls, waiting for her to get them out of this.
It's dark, and cold. Bill is shuddering with it, furiously rubbing his hands against his upper arms, hunching in on himself. Yellow's hands are shaking too, but she clenches her fists to force them to stop. She has to have a plan. Everyone is relying on her. But there's fear inside her too, like a drum beat that's coming ever closer, and for a moment she closes her eyes and lets it pound through her, before she steels herself with a slow inhale.
She swallows, and opens her eyes. She to get them out of this. But how? She can hear Lorelei's rich laugh echoing through the cave from above. The ice spears are coming closer, each crash making her jump. Her eyes light upon Pika in his ball, and he nods at her, encouraging.
Yellow remembers what she did back then, sending him to the surface to spy on Lorelei from a safe distance. She reaches for her fishing rod. She's about to cast it, hand lifting, when an ice spear shatters the cave ceiling right above them. She hears Bill scream—
She awakes with a jump. It's night, the dark and gloomy hours too early to yet be called morning. Her whole body is shaking with cold, curled into a desperate ball, after having thrashed herself free of the covers somehow. She turns her head and sees Lance behind her, half-under the blanket, deeply asleep.
Memory comes back in pieces: it's been years since that fight with Lorelei. Lance and Yellow had traveled to the mountains to train, needing a break from the city lights and paved streets that have been surrounding their travels recently. Pika is with Red, as he should be. Chuchu is with her instead, and Lance, and the rest of their pokemon.
Trying to stop her shivers, she straightens the blanket, making Lance grunt at the sudden draft of cold. Then she creeps beneath it, whispering an apology: her skin is frigid, she knows the touch of her body to his must be a shock.
But instead of moving away, or even waking fully, she feels Lance reach out through their shared mental connection, a psychic brush redolent with evergreens and pine needle paths. A quick touch is all he needs to identify her. Then, without any hesitation, he sweeps her frozen body into his arms, tucking her smaller form in against his before drifting back into a deeper sleep.
Yellow peeks over his encircling arms, watching the walls of the tent as they slowly lighten with the encroaching dawn. Bit by bit, her shivering eases, and her muscles relax as Lance's warmth soaks in. Her fists unclench.
She's never been alone, she thinks. She's always had her pokémon, and later, her precious friends. But she was always the one people looked to when things went wrong, always the ace in the hole, and there's a difference between having companions and having all the answers.
She doesn't have to do things by herself now. It's not all on her shoulders anymore.
She snuggles a little closer to Lance's chest, hearing his answering mumble against her long hair, and finally drifts to sleep.