A Birthday Four Ways - gift!fic for LadyNyoko prt 2
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Like Lucarios in a Candy Shop - Pokemon (OCs)
Poking. Not a sensation anyone wanted to wake up to. Yet here he was, and there it was, and Mewtwo was seriously considering ripping the offending person’s mind apart. He cracked an eye open and caught sight of Lucario’s black paw pad, set to poke his nose again. Now he was really ready to fire a Psychic Blast his way. Hana stirred next to him, tempering his anger a bit. The fighting type gets his psychic blast out of the room then.
”This better be important,” Mewtwo warned. Lucario motioned to him.
”It is. You have to get up and help me. Please,” the other Pokemon replied, sounding unusually modest. It piqued Mewtwo’s interest, and he rose, pressing a soft kiss to Hana’s bare shoulder before leaving the room.
”What’s wrong, Lucario? I doubt you’ve suddenly developed a desire for my company,” Mewtwo said, crossing his arms in expectation.
”I told you, I need your help. It’s Hana’s birthday today.” Lucario replied, glancing back at the bedroom they had just left.
”Birthday? What is that, some human thing?”
”Yeah. It’s a big deal, trust me. I need to get her a present, and those chocolates she told me about seem like they would be just perfect.”
”What chocolates? You mean the ones that made us…oh.” Mewtwo replied, remembering the aphrodisiac chocolates that he had shared with the Coordinator weeks ago. ”They were a gift from her sister, but I think she got them in Floraroma. Why do you want those? She already likes you, no need to make her fall in love with you again.”
”I want to know what they’re like, okay? Even if I do have to go into town,” Lucario replied, inwardly dreading the complicated procedure it would take to steal the chocolate out of town, instead of perhaps filching them off of Hana’s sisters. Mewtwo just stood there, watching him expectantly. ”Ugh,” Lucario continued, “fine then. You’re going to teleport me into town, and we’ll get the chocolates together. I’ll even let you say that they’re from both of us.”
”You think I want anything to do with a gift from you?” Mewtwo asked, very skeptical. ”I’m not even sure I want anything to do with this Birthday thing.”
”You do, trust me,” Lucario assured him. ”Besides, how do you think Hana will feel about you when I come in with chocolate, and you have nothing?” He was goading the other pokemon, and Mewtwo knew it. The psychic -type’s tail lashed in his irritation, but no matter how Mewtwo thought through the issue, he could find no faults in Lucario’s logic. The damn fighting-type, Mewtwo realized…was right.
Lucario grinned. It was all too easy to get the sullen Mewtwo to go along with him when Hana was involved. ”So teleport us. We only have today to do this, after all,” he prompted, and if you want to go before Hana wakes up…”
”Stop talking and hold still,” Mewtwo interrupted with a growl as he grabbed Lucario’s shoulder roughly and teleported the both of them to a spot in the center of Floraroma, under a bush so they wouldn’t be seen. The sudden rush of power left Lucario reeling and sick. Mewtwo just released him gratefully, and watched his companion with an amused smirk. ”Now what?” he prompted coolly, as the other pokemon regained his footing.
“Now you watch and learn,” Lucario growled in reply. He stepped forward tentatively to sniff the air, but sneezed after a few minutes from the pervasive scent of flowers covering the area. Mewtwo raised an eyeridge. Lucario scowled and easily jumped up to the closest tree branch, trying to get better access to the air. ”Chocolate has a strong smell. I can find it this way,” he said confidently.
”And when you find it, how will you pay for it?” Mewtwo asked as he unobtrusively cast Mist to hide the other pokemon from sight. Lucario remained oblivious.
”Pay? Who pays? It’s not like they can catch me,” Lucario replied, his muzzle splitting to a grin as he glanced at a bakery and candy shop across from the town center. Mewtwo, concerned by the other pokemon’s comment, moved to grab his companion’s tail, hopefully to stop him from doing something stupid. Unfortunately, Lucario remained just out of reach, jumping to the next roof top with ease.
“Come back here, fool! You’re going to get us both caught,” Mewtwo cried, quickly following the blue pokemon towards the bakery, while continuously recasting Mist. If they were discovered here, with all the trainers about…well, Mewtwo didn’t really want to think about it.
An open window on the second story of the bakery was like a beacon to Lucario, drawing him in with the angry Mewtwo hot on his heels. He ducked into the open window effortlessly, not making a sound as he slid down to perch on one of the oven hoods. Mewtwo wasn’t so lucky, cursing as he banged his tail against the window frame. Lucario glared at him, before deciding to hang off the hood, all in hopes of reaching one of the piled boxes of chocolate below.
Mewtwo would have blasted him, if there was a way to do it without making a scene. Instead, he paced at the window, frowning as he watched the other pokemon scoop up a box nimbly. Lucario flashed another cheeky grin. ”You know, you haven’t been helping me much. I think I’m just going to tell Hana that it’s my present. You’re on your own,” he said grin spreading wider as he noticed Mewtwo’s expression.
”When I got you here, and I’ve been keeping you unseen this whole time? How are you planning on getting home, fool?” Mewtwo said angrily.
”On foot. I bet I’d still be faster than you.”
That was it. Mewtwo leapt at Lucario, overwhelming his grip and sending them both down to the floor in a crashing heap. The top of the box of chocolates flew off, leaving the treats exposed as the two pokemon grappled. The fighting type yowled, attempting to fire an aura sphere but missing, and set off the alarm in the shop. Mewtwo hissed in anger and forced him to the ground, crushing the forgotten chocolates in to the fur of both of them. Suddenly, the door slammed open. Mewtwo panicked, leaving Lucario alone in the shop to fend for himself. ”Hey!” Lucario cried, scrambling towards the open window, but a heavy human hand stopped him.
“Well, what a rare pokemon we have here!” The man said, standing over Lucario with a greedy look in his eyes. “We’ll have to do something about that, won’t we?” He pulled out a pokeball, and Lucario’s vision was suddenly covered with the horrible red light of capture.
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“Lucario, why am I always getting you out of trouble?” a warm and familiar voice said, waking the pokemon from his fitful sleep. He found himself laying on the grass in Hana’s garden, the girl herself standing over him and smiling.
”Who…wha-? What happened?” Lucario asked, peering at her.
“You’re home. Mewtwo came to tell me what happened, and I had to buy like a year’s worth of chocolate to get you back,” Hana commented absently.
”Oh. Well…um, Happy Birthday?” The pokemon replied sheepishly.
Hana just shook her head and clucked in disapproval. “It looks like my present is stuck on you,” she pointed out, poking at the chocolate on Lucario’s fur, “and on Mewtwo too.”
Lucario glanced at his fur and winced. ”I can see that. Mm..I’m sorry about that too.”
Hana smiled slightly. “As long as you don’t do it again, I’ll be fine with it. I don’t think I have the money to keep buying stuff like this. You know, I’m never going to have a boring birthday with you guys around, am I?”
”I guess not.”
“Here. Have a chocolate,” Hana quipped, sticking one in Lucario’s mouth. As he bit into it and felt a warmth seeping through his body, he looked up and her and smiled. Hana’s grin matched it. “Come on, let’s go salvage my party. Mewtwo’s waiting to tease you.”
Lucario rolled his eyes. There would be no pleasing some people.
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Not so Shy - YuGiOh(Atemu/Kaiba, Prideshipping)
“Seto, get out here.”
“Are you insane? I made your program. Be happy with that.”
“I love your program, but I really want to see what you look like in it. Since you’ve let me be Pharaoh here….let’s consider it an order,” Atemu said, leaning against a stone column.
“Pharaoh of what, exactly? There’s nothing in this program except for you and me, and I’m only here to see if you like it before I keep wasting anymore time working on it. Let it go, Atemu.” Kaiba Seto snarled from behind a curtain separating the small alcove from the rest of the palace. “I look like your priest. Happy?”
“No, I’m not. I know what he looked like. I want to see you. That would be more of a Birthday present for me than a VR program, as great as this is, will ever be. Please.” Atemu replied.
Seto groaned in frustration, and continued to rustle around in the small alcove for a few more minutes before pulling the curtain back. “Happy Birthday,” he grumbled sarcastically. “Can I log out now?”
There was a long moment of silence. Seto turned his head to meet Atemu’s (blatantly staring) eyes. “What?” he asked, crossing gold banded arms across his chest and shifting uncomfortably.
Pharaoh Atemu (for he really did look like a Pharaoh here), stepped forward and ran a hand down one pale arm. “Silver would look better with your skin,” he murmured to himself, tracing one of the gold armbands lightly. Seto watched him warily. The Pharaoh stepped back again, meeting the brunet’s eyes before looking further upward. “…and I never liked that stupid hat,” he suddenly declared, stepping up on his tiptoes to bat the offending headpiece off.
Seto rolled his eyes. “Can. I. Log. Off. Now?” he asked again. Atemu frowned in response.
“Not until I get to see you take off that tunic,” he finally replied lightly. “Or for my next Birthday, we’re skipping the virtual reality all together, and you’re just going to wear a skirt all day.”
“Atemu,” Seto growled in warning.
He lover ignored him. “It’s my Birthday, and while we’re here, my world. It’s Pharaoh Atemu to you right now,” he said, glancing at the brunet and grinning wickedly.
Kaiba Seto couldn’t help but think that perhaps the skirt idea might not have been so bad.
Like Lucarios in a Candy Shop - Pokemon (OCs)
Poking. Not a sensation anyone wanted to wake up to. Yet here he was, and there it was, and Mewtwo was seriously considering ripping the offending person’s mind apart. He cracked an eye open and caught sight of Lucario’s black paw pad, set to poke his nose again. Now he was really ready to fire a Psychic Blast his way. Hana stirred next to him, tempering his anger a bit. The fighting type gets his psychic blast out of the room then.
”This better be important,” Mewtwo warned. Lucario motioned to him.
”It is. You have to get up and help me. Please,” the other Pokemon replied, sounding unusually modest. It piqued Mewtwo’s interest, and he rose, pressing a soft kiss to Hana’s bare shoulder before leaving the room.
”What’s wrong, Lucario? I doubt you’ve suddenly developed a desire for my company,” Mewtwo said, crossing his arms in expectation.
”I told you, I need your help. It’s Hana’s birthday today.” Lucario replied, glancing back at the bedroom they had just left.
”Birthday? What is that, some human thing?”
”Yeah. It’s a big deal, trust me. I need to get her a present, and those chocolates she told me about seem like they would be just perfect.”
”What chocolates? You mean the ones that made us…oh.” Mewtwo replied, remembering the aphrodisiac chocolates that he had shared with the Coordinator weeks ago. ”They were a gift from her sister, but I think she got them in Floraroma. Why do you want those? She already likes you, no need to make her fall in love with you again.”
”I want to know what they’re like, okay? Even if I do have to go into town,” Lucario replied, inwardly dreading the complicated procedure it would take to steal the chocolate out of town, instead of perhaps filching them off of Hana’s sisters. Mewtwo just stood there, watching him expectantly. ”Ugh,” Lucario continued, “fine then. You’re going to teleport me into town, and we’ll get the chocolates together. I’ll even let you say that they’re from both of us.”
”You think I want anything to do with a gift from you?” Mewtwo asked, very skeptical. ”I’m not even sure I want anything to do with this Birthday thing.”
”You do, trust me,” Lucario assured him. ”Besides, how do you think Hana will feel about you when I come in with chocolate, and you have nothing?” He was goading the other pokemon, and Mewtwo knew it. The psychic -type’s tail lashed in his irritation, but no matter how Mewtwo thought through the issue, he could find no faults in Lucario’s logic. The damn fighting-type, Mewtwo realized…was right.
Lucario grinned. It was all too easy to get the sullen Mewtwo to go along with him when Hana was involved. ”So teleport us. We only have today to do this, after all,” he prompted, and if you want to go before Hana wakes up…”
”Stop talking and hold still,” Mewtwo interrupted with a growl as he grabbed Lucario’s shoulder roughly and teleported the both of them to a spot in the center of Floraroma, under a bush so they wouldn’t be seen. The sudden rush of power left Lucario reeling and sick. Mewtwo just released him gratefully, and watched his companion with an amused smirk. ”Now what?” he prompted coolly, as the other pokemon regained his footing.
“Now you watch and learn,” Lucario growled in reply. He stepped forward tentatively to sniff the air, but sneezed after a few minutes from the pervasive scent of flowers covering the area. Mewtwo raised an eyeridge. Lucario scowled and easily jumped up to the closest tree branch, trying to get better access to the air. ”Chocolate has a strong smell. I can find it this way,” he said confidently.
”And when you find it, how will you pay for it?” Mewtwo asked as he unobtrusively cast Mist to hide the other pokemon from sight. Lucario remained oblivious.
”Pay? Who pays? It’s not like they can catch me,” Lucario replied, his muzzle splitting to a grin as he glanced at a bakery and candy shop across from the town center. Mewtwo, concerned by the other pokemon’s comment, moved to grab his companion’s tail, hopefully to stop him from doing something stupid. Unfortunately, Lucario remained just out of reach, jumping to the next roof top with ease.
“Come back here, fool! You’re going to get us both caught,” Mewtwo cried, quickly following the blue pokemon towards the bakery, while continuously recasting Mist. If they were discovered here, with all the trainers about…well, Mewtwo didn’t really want to think about it.
An open window on the second story of the bakery was like a beacon to Lucario, drawing him in with the angry Mewtwo hot on his heels. He ducked into the open window effortlessly, not making a sound as he slid down to perch on one of the oven hoods. Mewtwo wasn’t so lucky, cursing as he banged his tail against the window frame. Lucario glared at him, before deciding to hang off the hood, all in hopes of reaching one of the piled boxes of chocolate below.
Mewtwo would have blasted him, if there was a way to do it without making a scene. Instead, he paced at the window, frowning as he watched the other pokemon scoop up a box nimbly. Lucario flashed another cheeky grin. ”You know, you haven’t been helping me much. I think I’m just going to tell Hana that it’s my present. You’re on your own,” he said grin spreading wider as he noticed Mewtwo’s expression.
”When I got you here, and I’ve been keeping you unseen this whole time? How are you planning on getting home, fool?” Mewtwo said angrily.
”On foot. I bet I’d still be faster than you.”
That was it. Mewtwo leapt at Lucario, overwhelming his grip and sending them both down to the floor in a crashing heap. The top of the box of chocolates flew off, leaving the treats exposed as the two pokemon grappled. The fighting type yowled, attempting to fire an aura sphere but missing, and set off the alarm in the shop. Mewtwo hissed in anger and forced him to the ground, crushing the forgotten chocolates in to the fur of both of them. Suddenly, the door slammed open. Mewtwo panicked, leaving Lucario alone in the shop to fend for himself. ”Hey!” Lucario cried, scrambling towards the open window, but a heavy human hand stopped him.
“Well, what a rare pokemon we have here!” The man said, standing over Lucario with a greedy look in his eyes. “We’ll have to do something about that, won’t we?” He pulled out a pokeball, and Lucario’s vision was suddenly covered with the horrible red light of capture.
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“Lucario, why am I always getting you out of trouble?” a warm and familiar voice said, waking the pokemon from his fitful sleep. He found himself laying on the grass in Hana’s garden, the girl herself standing over him and smiling.
”Who…wha-? What happened?” Lucario asked, peering at her.
“You’re home. Mewtwo came to tell me what happened, and I had to buy like a year’s worth of chocolate to get you back,” Hana commented absently.
”Oh. Well…um, Happy Birthday?” The pokemon replied sheepishly.
Hana just shook her head and clucked in disapproval. “It looks like my present is stuck on you,” she pointed out, poking at the chocolate on Lucario’s fur, “and on Mewtwo too.”
Lucario glanced at his fur and winced. ”I can see that. Mm..I’m sorry about that too.”
Hana smiled slightly. “As long as you don’t do it again, I’ll be fine with it. I don’t think I have the money to keep buying stuff like this. You know, I’m never going to have a boring birthday with you guys around, am I?”
”I guess not.”
“Here. Have a chocolate,” Hana quipped, sticking one in Lucario’s mouth. As he bit into it and felt a warmth seeping through his body, he looked up and her and smiled. Hana’s grin matched it. “Come on, let’s go salvage my party. Mewtwo’s waiting to tease you.”
Lucario rolled his eyes. There would be no pleasing some people.
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Not so Shy - YuGiOh(Atemu/Kaiba, Prideshipping)
“Seto, get out here.”
“Are you insane? I made your program. Be happy with that.”
“I love your program, but I really want to see what you look like in it. Since you’ve let me be Pharaoh here….let’s consider it an order,” Atemu said, leaning against a stone column.
“Pharaoh of what, exactly? There’s nothing in this program except for you and me, and I’m only here to see if you like it before I keep wasting anymore time working on it. Let it go, Atemu.” Kaiba Seto snarled from behind a curtain separating the small alcove from the rest of the palace. “I look like your priest. Happy?”
“No, I’m not. I know what he looked like. I want to see you. That would be more of a Birthday present for me than a VR program, as great as this is, will ever be. Please.” Atemu replied.
Seto groaned in frustration, and continued to rustle around in the small alcove for a few more minutes before pulling the curtain back. “Happy Birthday,” he grumbled sarcastically. “Can I log out now?”
There was a long moment of silence. Seto turned his head to meet Atemu’s (blatantly staring) eyes. “What?” he asked, crossing gold banded arms across his chest and shifting uncomfortably.
Pharaoh Atemu (for he really did look like a Pharaoh here), stepped forward and ran a hand down one pale arm. “Silver would look better with your skin,” he murmured to himself, tracing one of the gold armbands lightly. Seto watched him warily. The Pharaoh stepped back again, meeting the brunet’s eyes before looking further upward. “…and I never liked that stupid hat,” he suddenly declared, stepping up on his tiptoes to bat the offending headpiece off.
Seto rolled his eyes. “Can. I. Log. Off. Now?” he asked again. Atemu frowned in response.
“Not until I get to see you take off that tunic,” he finally replied lightly. “Or for my next Birthday, we’re skipping the virtual reality all together, and you’re just going to wear a skirt all day.”
“Atemu,” Seto growled in warning.
He lover ignored him. “It’s my Birthday, and while we’re here, my world. It’s Pharaoh Atemu to you right now,” he said, glancing at the brunet and grinning wickedly.
Kaiba Seto couldn’t help but think that perhaps the skirt idea might not have been so bad.