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echoeternally · 8 years ago

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Birthday Gift!

Oh geez, the month’s practically over, and I’m very, very late! But, here is a belated birthday gift to my friend, @starlys! (I had no idea we had birthdays in the same month!)

It’s short notice, but I whipped up a one-shot fanfic for her based on a cute pair of Pokemon that she likes. I tried to base it both on the Mystery Dungeon series, as well as my fanfics, so they were loosely tied together.

It’s a bit jumpy with the pacing, but I didn’t want it to take forever. Either way, the story is below, so I hope you enjoy!

Years ago, teams of Pokemon would work together in order to rescue others and explore the world. It was back in the beginning, when these teams were still a new concept, and still had much to prove, in a world filled with knights and magic. Nevertheless, they persisted in the development of such teams, in attempts to provide peace for those that were outside the safeguards of royalty.

A small town of Calfuray had progressed quite well with its teams, leading their country with surprising amounts of successful missions. More surprising, however, would be that their teams completed these missions at their base stages, with numerous members feeling that evolution would hinder their smaller form’s flexibility at performance in the field.

Operating from the Lunar Fortress at the edge of their town, the teams are dispatched on a variety of missions. This is also the home for many teammates, who reside here between their adventures.

Running up the stairs within the worn stronghold, a small orange chicken and a blue mudfish hurry along them, and rush through the halls of the upper levels. They collide with one another and stumble into the main meeting room, the remains of a grand hall from three generations prior. An owl and a parrot watch as they pick themselves up, while a penguin eyes the chicken specifically. Two small dogs whisper to each other, as do four yellow and white rodents, while a red pig merely yawns.

“Late again,” a flower creature calls out. She shakes her head and places her small hands on her leafy hips.

“Sorry Boss Bellossom,” both apologize.

“Oh, for…I am demanding that Miss Cinccino works with me on new titles for us,” grumbles Bellossom. “How ridiculous.” She sighs and picks herself back up. “Never either of you mind, Torchic, Mudkip. We’re just assigning each pair their own missions now, so you missed little as it is.”

“Thank you, madam.”

“Hmm. Maybe that’s better for a title…” She rubs over the flower petals on her head before blinking hard and straightening her posture. “Ah, that is, yes! Let’s get everyone assigned for today’s missions. Remember, as always, the world is looking to us, as well as the other teams around the country, to prove that these teams are a benefit and quite helpful in forming and safeguarding the world.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

“Good. Let’s get to assignments, then.” Bellossom gazes over the teams and nods. “This group will be splitting rescue and exploration details. Chatot and Rowlet, you two ladies will be guides for a timid Noibat that somehow was placed in charge of an expedition route to the recently discovered Lost Chamber of Queen Bastiodon.” Both birds nod as Bellossom rubs her cheek. “Chatot, please do make some time to help Rowlet familiarize herself with the routes, as she recently moved here.”

“Absolutely, Madam Bellossom.” Chatot winks as Bellossom giggles. Rowlet huffs and shudders to herself.

“Much better, yes. Head below and Sandshrew will help prepare you two with equipment you’ll need.”

“At once, ma’am.”

Chatot nuzzles Rowlet, who quickly calms herself, and the two fly from the room. Bellossom checks over her teams and counts them out.

“Right then. Plusle and Minun, you two shall be on a rescue team…”

Torchic shivers as a blue penguin slides over to her. He lowers his eyes and clears his throat, soft enough to only gain her attention.

“Better late than never, milady. After all, it’s always good to see you.” The penguin hops a little closer, as Torchic lifts her leg to hold him back. “What’s wrong?”

“A thousand times over and again, Piplup: I’m not interested.”

Mudkip snickers beside her as Piplup fumes. Torchic lowers her leg and hops closer to her partner, but Piplup persists.

“Honestly, you’d really gain a whole level of greatness working with me,” insists Piplup. “You and I, together, well…we could make all kinds of magic.”

“That’s why we’re not on a team,” reminds Torchic. “Oh, and because it’s better to balance each pair.”

“But—”

“Piplup, if you’re done embarrassing yourself for the day,” calls Bellossom, with the penguin’s face flushing over, “you’ll be working with Tepig on rescue detail, opposite to Pachirisu and Emolga’s exploration of a recently ravaged town. Little Crina, I believe. More details are below with Sableye.”

“Sure, fine,” grumbles Piplup, sulking as he trudges away with Tepig. Mudkip struggles to keep a fit of laughter in, while Torchic nudges her teammate.

“That leaves Rockruff and Growlithe as the final exploration team, and Mudkip and Torchic for the remaining rescue team,” assigns Bellossom. “Boys, you’ll be helping archeologists with Gol Caverns. Ladies, you’ll need to rescue Chingling, local singer Chimecho’s lost baby sister.”

“That should be fairly simple,” determines Mudkip. “Will we have anything else to take care of today?”

“It will be along the Kielo Gorge,” explains Bellossom, “so, no, that will require some travel time for the two of you.”

“What if we’re quick about it?” Torchic tilts her head. “Nothing for when we’re back?”

“Unfortunately not.” Bellossom shrugs. “By that time, it will be sunset, which is when our nocturnal teams take charge. That will be all, so you are dismissed for your missions. See Sandshrew and Sableye for useful equipment regarding your respective assignments below.”

Both teams nod and exit the meeting hall, venturing back down the fortress stairwell. Mudkip bursts out laughing, as Torchic jumps from her partner’s sudden chortles.

“What—?”

“That idiot penguin,” laughs Mudkip. “He…he really keeps…trying with you…!”

“Oh, please.” Torchic sighs. “It’s like he has no idea what I’m even looking for.”

“He’s missing out on the partner dynamic around here,” jokes Mudkip.

“Clearly.”

Down to the lower levels, both wander past an open door for exploration supplies. Sandshrew waves as Plusle and Minun giggle to each other, waving back to her. Ambling onward, they stop as Piplup and Tepig exit a room.

“Aha, you’re a rescue team too.” Piplup smirks. “You know…if our missions happen to be located nearby—”

“Unless you’re going to a gorge too, they’re not,” interrupts Mudkip, rolling her eyes. “Just keep walking, Pip.”

“Excuse you, I was speaking with—”

“Come on, Pip,” teases Tepig. “The sooner we complete the mission, the sooner we get back to rest.”

“Oh…fair enough. Let’s go.” Piplup shivers. “Anything is better than being with that creepy ghost.”

“I heard that!”

Both scurry off, as Torchic and Mudkip peer inside of the room. They wander in, as Sableye smacks his counter.

“Ugh. I hate rescue detail.” He folds his arms. “Nothing pretty comes out of this, and I get insulted more here than on exploration duty.” He rubs a ruby on his counter, muttering to himself as Mudkip and Torchic approach.

“Um.” Torchic shudders as Sableye turns to her. “H-hi.”

“For goodness’ sake, I’m not going to eat you or steal your soul or whatever,” complains Sableye. “That penguin was enough of an insult.”

“Sorry.”

“We just need some supplies and information on rescuing a Chingling in the Kielo Gorge,” explains Mudkip. “Can you help with that?”

“Ah, that one. The poor dear.” Sableye sinks back. “I’ve been so worried about that one. She’s gone missing while her sister is just a mess, afraid to perform for tonight’s show and everything.”

“Yep, it’ll be up to us to rescue her.”

“You’d better!” Sableye grins, as both Torchic and Mudkip steel themselves from trembling. “I’m counting on you two to do well! That poor sweetie needs the best we can offer, in my book!”

“Speaking of,” pipes up Torchic, “should I take a tome for spells?”

“Huh? No, that’s certainly too much for you to juggle.” He ducks beneath his counter, and pops back up, opening a small black box, with a gold and silver medallion inside of it. “You should use this, it’s a Sorcery Amulet. This imbues you with ability to utilize magic spells. Just recall any that you’ve learned, and it helps you take care of the rest.” He smirks at the chicken. “Not that Fire types usually need it, since spitting fireballs takes care of most obstacles, but maybe you’ll watch out for the environment.”

“Of course I will,” promises Torchic, as Sableye slips the necklace around her. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He digs behind the counter, and produces rope and a dagger. “And you seem tougher, some light muscle definition going on there, so you’re likely her warrior partner.”

“Ha, I don’t know about warrior…” Mudkip giggles and takes the equipment, strapping the dagger around a belt on her stomach.

“That’s easier for quadrupeds to grab the blade with their mouths or forearms,” details Sableye. “Hopefully you won’t need that much, but it could come in handy in a pinch. The rope is obviously in case you need repelling of any kind. Valleys do involve ups and downs, somewhere along the line. Though, I’d imagine that you’d be towards the bottom.”

“Yep, I do like bottoms,” jokes Mudkip. “But you, on the other hand—”

“Think you’re funny, huh?” Sableye folds his arms, but chuckles. “Actually, I could use a joke right now. The other teams here today have been such…rude cretins, I can’t even think of a better insult. Ugh!” Sableye buries his head on the counter. “Anyway, there isn’t much activity down there, so you two just have some searching for the baby bell. Nothing else of much interest, so you’re good to go.”

“Thanks again!”

“Sure, sure.” Sableye picks his head up and waves as the pair hurries off. “Be safe!”

“Hey, hey, race you from the town,” challenges Mudkip, rushing ahead of Torchic from the fortress.

“What?! Wait, Mudkip, stop!”

Bolting after her partner, Torchic chases Mudkip from the stronghold, as they set off from violet-filled town and onto their mission.

After traveling through a forest for several hours, Mudkip and Torchic make their way to the base of the valley, hopping down stones to enter the gorge, treading lightly through the stony stream and watching the rocky walls rise around them.

“It goes on a lot further than I was expecting,” observes Torchic. “We’d better stay close, or we’ll have to go searching for one another.”

“Keeping close to you is easy,” teases Mudkip, tapping her tail against Torchic’s side. She smirks as Torchic blushes lightly. “I’ll take that as a mutual feeling, then?”

“Hush. We’re looking for a baby, not…not—”

“Flirting?”

“That.”

Giggling, Mudkip slows to control herself, as Torchic huffs and storms ahead. Mudkip jumps and hurries after her.

“Hey, you just told me to stay close!”

“Well then, behave!” Torchic shivers. “Acting like I’m just some silly town maiden waiting to be swept from her feet isn’t what we need right now.”

“Ok, ok, I’m sorry.” Mudkip frowns. “I just…I don’t know, we don’t get a lot of time together, so I thought we’d spend some of it out here.”

“Maybe after we find Chingling,” suggests Torchic. “Mission takes—”

“Priority, yeah.”

With a sigh and a roll of her eyes, Mudkip continues on, with Torchic lagging back a bit. They stroll ahead for a while, calling out for the missing baby, with no luck or response. Further along, Mudkip slows and pushes Torchic back.

“What’s wrong?”

“Ahead, the stream gets deeper,” reveals Mudkip. “If we keep going, you sink and drown on me.”

“Well, I’d hope that I would be a bit smarter than that,” mumbles Torchic.

“We could have you climb on my back, but I don’t want you falling into the water at all,” decides Mudkip. “There has to be another way.”

“Kielo Gorge goes on further than just the shallow side of the stream,” reminds Torchic. “If we stop here, then we don’t reach Chingling.”

“Ok, then you’ll wait right here, and I’ll go ahead.”

“Absolutely not!” Torchic ruffles her feathers. “I’m not some helpless princess that stops because there’s water in the way!”

“Listen, I’m not letting my best friend since childhood drown because she thinks she has something to prove,” Mudkip snaps. “So, just wait while I explore ahead.”

“And I’m not waiting while my partner does all of the work and ends up finding trouble,” rants Torchic, “and gets herself hurt or killed, just because she was too stubborn about me going with her!”

Silence overcomes them, as they glare into one another’s eyes. Torchic’s legs shudder and she plops down on a stone. Mudkip blinks and jumps up, as Torchic falls back over.

“Ah, I’ve got an idea! I can use the rope, tug you through the water, and we’ll make some kind of raft for you to sit on!” She pauses and giggles at Torchic. “And you could stay flopped over just like more often.”

“Hush up!” Torchic forces herself back up. “Exactly how are we supposed to make a raft?”

“Give me a few minutes; I’m sure there are branches and twigs around here that can help me make one.”

Hopping into the stream, Mudkip swims around, and dives under to search for useable wood. She gasps as a stone rockets from beneath her, forcing her back up to the surface. Pivoting around, she faces Torchic, as the chicken releases her amulet from her beak. Glancing back, Mudkip sees a full strip of stone stretching down, creating a bridge for them to venture across.

“Actually, I realized that this would be easier,” resolves Torchic. “You know, because I can make magic.”

“Yeah, we should have led with that.” Mudkip chuckles. “Lead the way, then.”

Torchic nods, and walks ahead, as Mudkip checks over the bridge before following. She waits as Torchic reaches the end, and sinks the bridge behind her while raising more stone walkways ahead of them.

“Chingling, are you there?” Torchic steps to the edge of the bridge’s side; Mudkip is quick to her side. “Can you hear us? We know your sister, Chimecho.”

“No we don’t,” mutters Mudkip. She is met with a rough nudge from Torchic. Aloud, she calls, “Yeah, your sister sent us to come find you. So, are you out there?”

Again, they continue onward, with stone columns rising and falling from the waters below. The pair progresses fairly quickly through the length of the stream, though as Torchic creates her eighth walkway, she pants and plops onto the ground. Mudkip lies beside her, nuzzling her.

“Where could she be?” Torchic shakes her head. “We’ve been searching for a while now.”

“Don’t panic,” assures Mudkip. “We’ll find her.”

“Right, but—”

“Just take it easy,” Mudkip persists. “Let me check the water, and make sure that she didn’t get hurt or anything.”

Diving below once more, Mudkip swims beneath the stream. Torchic worriedly watches the waters until Mudkip resurfaces, wildly shaking the water from her face.

“Ok, yeah, I found nothing.” She climbs back up by her partner and sprawls out. “Do you maybe, I don’t know, have a spell that can just track Chingling?”

“Something to locate her?” Torchic shakes her head. “I don’t think that even exists. This medallion can help me shift the world around us, and channels magical powers, but it doesn’t do anything like establishing links between others.”

“Hmm.”

“This is making me uneasy,” admits Torchic. “I know you told me not to, but it’s dreadful that we haven’t found her.”

“Maybe we underestimated the difficulty,” relents Mudkip. She sighs and pokes Torchic. “Doesn’t matter, though. We’ll find her, especially because we have to.”

Both scoot closer together, and take a few moments to rest together, as Torchic rubs against Mudkip, who nudges her back with her head. They watch the stream momentarily before Mudkip pushes herself up, and prods Torchic.

“Come on. We can’t give up yet.”

“You’re right.” Torchic rises. “Ok, so…maybe if I can get a good spell from what I’ve learned…”

“Hey, I was wondering,” Mudkip sidetracks. “If you evolve, won’t your concentration be better focused on physical combat instead?”

“Um, perhaps? Or maybe I’ll keep up using spells.” Torchic shakes her head. “Hey, we have to focus on finding this child.”

“Sorry, sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Torchic taps the ground with her talon. “If we could just come up with something.”

“Wait, what’s that?”

Mudkip spots a flower floating in the stream, a long stem with several bell-shaped white flowers on it. Torchic blinks, and glances further along, with several plucked flowers floating in the waters ahead of them.

“That, my dear Mudkip, would be our trail.”

“Took long enough.”

Ready to run ahead and after the floating flowers, Torchic and Mudkip only get a slight way along the path before a purple shadow rises from behind them. Screeching rings out, and both travelers groan as they attempt to block the noise. Once it ends, they spiral around to find a ghost floating just a little above them. Behind her is a purple bubble, with a small, golden bell-shaped creature inside of it.

“Is that—?”

“That’s her, that’s the baby!”

“Good guess,” a voice chimes out from the ghost. “Too bad this is as far as you go.”

“Who are you?!”

“Mismagius is my name,” whispers the spirit, “and cursing is my—”

“Game?” Mudkip raises an eyebrow. “You were going with that one, right?”

“…Specialty,” sharply corrects Mismagius.

“Oh.”

“Just what do you want with that baby, anyway?!”

“Feisty little bird,” taunts Mismagius. “Can’t I simply want to steal an innocent soul for some measly curses and hexes?”

“What?!”

“Were you expecting something more complicated?” Mismagius snickers. “The child wanders into my river domain, comes where all lost souls end up, and expects to get back to picking flowers with no worries?” She slowly shakes her head. “Not how life works, darlings.”

“Hey, you’d better give her back,” snaps Mudkip. “Or…or…” she glances down at her dagger.

“Or you’ll try to stab a ghost with a tiny knife?” The witch spirit rolls her eyes. “How terribly frightful indeed.”

“Hold her off,” whispers Mudkip. “I have an idea, but I need to cut this rope and get it ready.”

“Uh—”

“So, what will it be, my precious interlopers?” Mismagius floats lower to the team. “Shall I swipe your souls for additional curses? Nothing works as well as a child’s, I’ll admit, but I’m certain we can try something new and creative with the two of you.”

“…How about ‘no?’”

Grasping the medallion in her beak, Torchic raises it up, and creates a flash to blind Mismagius. Releasing it, she spits fireballs at the ghost, who wails and flies back from the duo. Scowling, she channels a psychic wave, and fires it at Torchic, who jumps away from the blast.

Mudkip uses her dagger to cut up the rope, twisting it around and fashioning a lasso from it. She secures it with her forearms and glances up at the bubble that floats away from her, gazing at the baby Chingling inside of it. Pulling back, she tosses the rope, but it sails right back at her. Mismagius floats before her, smirking.

“Did you really think I would make it so simple?” She drifts closer to Mudkip, who trembles and steps back. “Aw…you’re a cute little pet. Maybe I’ll have some fun before I twist and slice your soul.”

“First off, gross,” calls Torchic. “Second off, she’s taken.”

Spitting another barrage of fireballs, Torchic repels Mismagius, but the specter mutters chants and incantations. The gems on her body glisten, and she swoops at Torchic, but disappears as she comes close.

“Hurry up, Mudkip,” instructs Torchic.

“R-right.”

Appearing from behind, Mismagius strikes at Torchic, who flies forward and crashes against the ground. She skids to the edge of the stone bridge, and struggles to rise, as Mismagius rushes over to her.

“Tell me, how does a nice dip in the water on such a hot day sound?” Mismagius laughs, as she swoops at Torchic once again.

A spray of water knocks the ghost off instead, and sends her slamming into the rocky walls behind Torchic, before dropping into the stream below. The chicken hops up as Mudkip tosses her rope lasso again, wrapping it around the orb.

“Uh…right, ok…” She blinks and turns to Torchic. “If I yank this down, will it shatter and free Chingling, or—?”

“Just do it.”

Complying, Mudkip hurls the orb down, and it breaks open. Yelping, the baby bell-like Pokemon bounces from the ground and into the air. Floating a bit, she shakes herself before plopping down between her rescuers.

“Hi pretty ladies!” Chingling bounces and smiles to the duo. “Is…is my Big Sis here anywhere?”

“We’re friends of hers,” quickly explains Torchic.

“Yeah, just follow us,” instructs Mudkip, “and we’ll get you back home to her.”

“Oh, but my flowers for her,” realizes Chingling. “Big Sis needs her flowers!”

“Kid, now really isn’t the best time.”

Screeching rings out from the water, as Mismagius bursts above it. Torchic and Mudkip flinch and shiver, as they struggle to face the ghost.

“You two think you can simply enter my domain, steal my victim, and just tear me apart?! Not likely, not with you leaving here alive!”

Nodding to each other, Mudkip and Torchic jump up and fire a combined attack of fireballs and water blasts. Mismagius floats around some of them, but slams back from the combination, and sinks back down. She struggles to stay afloat, as Chingling bounces over to her.

“Hey, you’re the creepy lady!”

“W-what?”

“Creepy, creepy, creepy!”

Bouncing around and floating up, Chingling’s body glows with a light blue aura. The same encases Mismagius, who wildly shifts her eyes, unable to move. Flying forward, Chingling forces the ghost back into the rock walls. She then raises her hands up, and Mismagius rockets into the air, disappearing from sight.

“Bye-bye, creepy lady!”

Both Torchic and Mudkip are left to gawk at the child, who floats back to the ground and hops around happily. She spots her flowers floating in the water, and flops on the floor, sobbing. Mudkip nudges her, and Torchic huddles close to the baby, as the two quietly comfort her. In a short matter of time, the child calms.

Beneath the sunset filled sky, Mudkip and Torchic finally return to the Lunar Fortress. Several of their group’s nocturnal teams are roused and stroll about, preparing themselves for their missions.

Picking at some flowers near the entrance, Mudkip gives a bouquet to Chingling, as the child excitedly bounces around.

“Please, they were supposed to be back by now,” moans a faint voice. “You can’t just have me wait here.”

“Miss Chimecho, we must,” insists another voice. “My wi…uh, M-Madam Bellossom is confident that her teams deliver with the best results.”

“But—”

“Big sis!”

Shaking her body and ringing, Chingling bounces around the main level of the fortress. From above, a bluish white fūrin wind chime bursts from a door and swoops down to the rescue team. Her tag-like tail scoops up the baby and cradles her close.

“Chingling! Oh thank heavens, you’re ok!” She pulls her bell-shaped sister away from her, staring worriedly into her eyes. “Don’t ever wander off from me again, not even for a second, understand?”

“Sorry, Big Sis,” murmurs Chingling. “But the flowers were pretty, and I wanted you to have some. Like these.”

Lifting her violets to show her sister, Chimecho blinks and gazes at them. Chingling droops in her grasp, sniffling.

“Mom and dad used to get you flowers before your shows, so I just…I wanted to make sure…”

“Oh, Chingling, come here.” Chimecho nuzzles her sister close to her. “Thank you. It’s exactly what I needed before the show.” She sighs and holds her sister a little longer before finally pulling herself away. “And thank you two, I assume.” Chimecho smiles to Mudkip and Torchic, both returning her expression. “I’m so sorry to have put you out of your way, and then I fly down here without even explaining anything—”

“No need to worry miss,” insists Mudkip. “We’d act the same way.”

“Yeah, we’re just happy to help,” assures Torchic.

“Thank you both so very much.” Chimecho cuddles Chingling again. “Come on, we have to get going. I’ve got a show to perform in less than an hour.” She returns her attention to her heroes. “And I owe you two some kind of reward, so I’ll have to get you one in the morning. Unless you’re interested in the show?”

“We would be, miss, but we’re exhausted and—”

“Yes, no, that’s fine. I figured as much.” She beams again. “I will be back here first thing tomorrow, then.”

“Miss, there’s no need—”

“Nonsense, I’m insisting.” She drifts away and from the fortress. “Come along, Chingling, we’ll be back for your friends tomorrow, ok?”

“Yay!” Chingling turns back to Mudkip and Torchic. “Bye pretty ladies! See you soon!”

Laughing, both wave back to the pair as they float into town. Someone sighs behind them, and the pair whirls around to see a chinchilla fixing her messy fur.

“Goodness, I’m glad you two finally arrived when you did.” She nervously chuckles. “This Chimecho was ready to really ruffle my fur.”

“Our apologies, Madam Cinccino.”

“None of that, ladies, you did fine work.” She smiles and nods. “This is what will help our work flourish, and our teams grow ever stronger as we gain more missions.” She yawns. “Incidentally, it’s almost time for me to gather the first groups for the late missions, so if you two don’t mind, I’m off to find my—um, find Bellossom.”

“That’s ok, ma’am.” Mudkip shakes her head. “We’re ready to get some rest ourselves.” She smirks as Torchic yawns.

“Right, rest. Well, off you two go.” Cinccino lowers her eyes. “And don’t forget that you have work tomorrow.”

“Yes, of course,” promises Torchic, as she follows Mudkip up the stairwell. “Goodnight.”

Together, the pair retires to the bedchambers of the teams that would stay in the fortress itself. They enter a room of their own and close the door, as they stroll to the crafted nest bed in the middle.

“So, the kid wants to give us some real competition,” jokes Mudkip. “Think you can keep me interested before she’s old enough to make a move?”

“Not sure,” determines Torchic. “After all, she’s very good at it already.”

“Aw, you should have more confidence in yourself,” advises Mudkip. “After all these years, you’re still as cute as ever.”

“Ha…think you can sweet talk me like that?”

“It’s worked for me so far,” points out Mudkip. She yawns, and Torchic yawns after her. “Come on…let’s get to bed on time tonight. Then we won’t be late again tomorrow.”

“But I like spending the night…talking with you.”

“Sure, sure.” Mudkip crawls to their nest of a bed. “Let’s talk right over here.”

“Ok.” Torchic trudges over, and nuzzles herself into Mudkip. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

With a peck on the cheek, Mudkip cuddles into Torchic. Both yawn once more, before falling into a quick yet quiet slumber, fading away in their nest of twigs and violets.

Yay, cute couple by the end! Can you believe that Mudkip/Torchic has no ship name? There’s a variation of them that does, but for a plain pair of these two, nothing exists on the lists. So strange.

Anyway, this is sort of loosely based on an image that @starlys showed me of hers, which features some cute little girlfriends! So, I wanted to make her a fanfic that starred those two together.

It was fun to write adult versions of base stage Pokemon; I don’t do that very often. But, they do make a really cute couple. Also, I included a few other pairings, all between lesbian couples. (Did you get that Bellossom and Cinccino were waifus? Was that obvious at all?) Also, lots of flower symbolism stuff, especially violets for lesbians. (That’s an official flower meaning, you know.)

Anyway, I do hope that you enjoyed the fanfic, @starlys and additional readers, and I’m sorry it was late! I’ll need to try harder in the future. Again, hope you liked it, and take care!

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