Fic: Five Times Tiffany Has Been Sorely Misunderstood (the Poor Dear), Pokemon Ranger
Title: Five Times Tiffany Has Been Sorely Misunderstood (the Poor Dear)
Author: wingsofcharity
Fandom: Pokemon Ranger
Pairing: Tiffany/Clyde, Tiffany/Lunick
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,000
Warnings: Incest.
Disclaimer: Pokemon is Nintendo's multimillion dollar bitch, not mine.
Done for the prompt "2. chocolate" over at 20_firstkisses
i. She is born on a Friday, around lunchtime, so her father misses everything and her brothers are still in daycare. The nurses put her in her mother's arms, and Gordor's wife looks down at her over the ski-jump slope of her nose, says, "Why a girl?" and hands her back.
ii. Clyde takes their grandfather's big, deep, round drum out of the attic one afternoon, and Tiffany is in the kitchen mixing cookie dough when he comes in, rummages around for a ladle, and goes out again. She mix, mix, mixes, but she stops when she hears him cry out. She pads out to him on bare feet and finds that he's ripped right through the Miltank leather. He looks at it in horror. She studies it for a moment, then she picks up the drum and takes it back to the attic. She comes back downstairs and tugs on her brother's hand until he comes with her to the kitchen. She drops little dots of cookie dough on his arms and shoulders, up his neck and across his mouth, to take the sourness out of his face.
"Chocolate chip?" he asks, licking his lips.
She nods, and then decides she is hungry. She puts her mouth to his skin and nibbles the dough off of him, pretending she is a Taillow, following a trail of breadcrumbs. Clyde kisses her cheeks and her neck and then puts his mouth on hers, and it's a little bit strange but it doesn't make her tingle from head to toe. It tastes like chocolate and it makes her happy, so she does it again. It's not strange; this is Clyde, the brother closest to her in age, after all. They play together all the time.
There's no use trying to explain it to the housekeeper who finds them like that, because adults don't listen. Tiffany knows this, so she lets them put her and Clyde in rooms on opposite sides of the house and says nothing.
iii. After their mother dies, their father sends them to school so he doesn't have to look at them. Tiffany is almost a teenager now, and her first friend outside of her brothers is a Numel. The Numel belongs to the custodian's little boy, and Tiffany spends her lunch alone in the bathroom, eating an apple and a chocolate chip cookie while the little boy mops in slow circles underneath the sinks. The Numel blunders its way underneath the door, and puts its head on her knee. She strokes its soft, warm face, and feels like maybe she is worth something.
And then custodian calls, "Lunick!" and the boy goes away, and the Numel with him, and she is cold and lonely again. Her brothers pretend she doesn't exist.
She stops going to that bathroom after a group of girls (none of whom would ever dare to speak to her on their own) corner her and tease her about the Numel. "Tiffany's only friend is a Numel! She must be as stupid as it is! Yeah! People are like their Pokemon! Tiffany's retarded!" They cackled at their own primitive wit.
"I'm not ..." Tiffany protests softly, but it's no use.
She doesn't go back to school.
iv. Shortly thereafter, Fiore announces that it's going to be Pokemon Trainer free, and Tiffany does the rest of her growing up in a world that's struggling to find its place without the fuel that feeds the rest of the world. It doesn't work; their father breaks a dinner plate the day Professor Hastings announces that he'd developed the Styler. The Rangers evolve overnight; there's a woman standing on the end of their street who hands her a flyer for a Ranger school when she walks by. She looks at it, dismisses it, but forgets to throw it away. Her father finds it sitting underneath her violin on the kitchen table, and explodes in such a way it reminds her of the Electrodes at the power plant.
v. "All right, all right," he tells her, rolling over onto his side and brushing dead leaves off the front of his jacket. His face is flushed with embarrassment. "It was when I was in Ranger Academy on Almia. Her name was Laika. Have you ever met someone who you will do anything to or for to get their attention? That's what I felt like with her."
Tiffany rolls her eyes, hauling her mane of lavender hair over one shoulder so she can examine her split ends. The remains of their lunch are by them, forgotten, and a ways away, his Minun splashes through a large puddle, causing droplets of water to sparkle in the sunlight. There must be something forlorn in her face, because he inches over to study her, a tic of worry coming between his eyebrows.
"What ever happened to your Numel?" she asks suddenly; she feels strange and a little disembodied, like she'd stuck her finger in a light socket or played the wrong note. She reaches out with her fingertips, brushing them along the panes of Lunick's face; eyebrows, cheekbones, lips.
He watches her, expression unfathomable. She wonders if poker faces are supposed to come naturally to Rangers. "It probably became one of those Camerupt you exploited," he says, like he isn't really thinking about it, and it sends a jolt down to the base of her spine; how can he not care? He was supposed to be a Pokemon Ranger; more compassionate than a Trainer, more moral than a Gym Leader, more trustworthy than a parent, and he didn't care what happened to his old Pokemon? That Numel had been her first friend outside her family! She cares about it more than he does!
Misinterpreting her expression, he pushes himself up onto his elbow, moving in to kiss her, and she places a hand on his chest. She says nothing, just stops him with a touch.
Author: wingsofcharity
Fandom: Pokemon Ranger
Pairing: Tiffany/Clyde, Tiffany/Lunick
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,000
Warnings: Incest.
Disclaimer: Pokemon is Nintendo's multimillion dollar bitch, not mine.
Done for the prompt "2. chocolate" over at 20_firstkisses
i. She is born on a Friday, around lunchtime, so her father misses everything and her brothers are still in daycare. The nurses put her in her mother's arms, and Gordor's wife looks down at her over the ski-jump slope of her nose, says, "Why a girl?" and hands her back.
ii. Clyde takes their grandfather's big, deep, round drum out of the attic one afternoon, and Tiffany is in the kitchen mixing cookie dough when he comes in, rummages around for a ladle, and goes out again. She mix, mix, mixes, but she stops when she hears him cry out. She pads out to him on bare feet and finds that he's ripped right through the Miltank leather. He looks at it in horror. She studies it for a moment, then she picks up the drum and takes it back to the attic. She comes back downstairs and tugs on her brother's hand until he comes with her to the kitchen. She drops little dots of cookie dough on his arms and shoulders, up his neck and across his mouth, to take the sourness out of his face.
"Chocolate chip?" he asks, licking his lips.
She nods, and then decides she is hungry. She puts her mouth to his skin and nibbles the dough off of him, pretending she is a Taillow, following a trail of breadcrumbs. Clyde kisses her cheeks and her neck and then puts his mouth on hers, and it's a little bit strange but it doesn't make her tingle from head to toe. It tastes like chocolate and it makes her happy, so she does it again. It's not strange; this is Clyde, the brother closest to her in age, after all. They play together all the time.
There's no use trying to explain it to the housekeeper who finds them like that, because adults don't listen. Tiffany knows this, so she lets them put her and Clyde in rooms on opposite sides of the house and says nothing.
iii. After their mother dies, their father sends them to school so he doesn't have to look at them. Tiffany is almost a teenager now, and her first friend outside of her brothers is a Numel. The Numel belongs to the custodian's little boy, and Tiffany spends her lunch alone in the bathroom, eating an apple and a chocolate chip cookie while the little boy mops in slow circles underneath the sinks. The Numel blunders its way underneath the door, and puts its head on her knee. She strokes its soft, warm face, and feels like maybe she is worth something.
And then custodian calls, "Lunick!" and the boy goes away, and the Numel with him, and she is cold and lonely again. Her brothers pretend she doesn't exist.
She stops going to that bathroom after a group of girls (none of whom would ever dare to speak to her on their own) corner her and tease her about the Numel. "Tiffany's only friend is a Numel! She must be as stupid as it is! Yeah! People are like their Pokemon! Tiffany's retarded!" They cackled at their own primitive wit.
"I'm not ..." Tiffany protests softly, but it's no use.
She doesn't go back to school.
iv. Shortly thereafter, Fiore announces that it's going to be Pokemon Trainer free, and Tiffany does the rest of her growing up in a world that's struggling to find its place without the fuel that feeds the rest of the world. It doesn't work; their father breaks a dinner plate the day Professor Hastings announces that he'd developed the Styler. The Rangers evolve overnight; there's a woman standing on the end of their street who hands her a flyer for a Ranger school when she walks by. She looks at it, dismisses it, but forgets to throw it away. Her father finds it sitting underneath her violin on the kitchen table, and explodes in such a way it reminds her of the Electrodes at the power plant.
v. "All right, all right," he tells her, rolling over onto his side and brushing dead leaves off the front of his jacket. His face is flushed with embarrassment. "It was when I was in Ranger Academy on Almia. Her name was Laika. Have you ever met someone who you will do anything to or for to get their attention? That's what I felt like with her."
Tiffany rolls her eyes, hauling her mane of lavender hair over one shoulder so she can examine her split ends. The remains of their lunch are by them, forgotten, and a ways away, his Minun splashes through a large puddle, causing droplets of water to sparkle in the sunlight. There must be something forlorn in her face, because he inches over to study her, a tic of worry coming between his eyebrows.
"What ever happened to your Numel?" she asks suddenly; she feels strange and a little disembodied, like she'd stuck her finger in a light socket or played the wrong note. She reaches out with her fingertips, brushing them along the panes of Lunick's face; eyebrows, cheekbones, lips.
He watches her, expression unfathomable. She wonders if poker faces are supposed to come naturally to Rangers. "It probably became one of those Camerupt you exploited," he says, like he isn't really thinking about it, and it sends a jolt down to the base of her spine; how can he not care? He was supposed to be a Pokemon Ranger; more compassionate than a Trainer, more moral than a Gym Leader, more trustworthy than a parent, and he didn't care what happened to his old Pokemon? That Numel had been her first friend outside her family! She cares about it more than he does!
Misinterpreting her expression, he pushes himself up onto his elbow, moving in to kiss her, and she places a hand on his chest. She says nothing, just stops him with a touch.