[Pokémon Anime] Sinnoh Folk Story 3
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teamflareTitle: Sinnoh Folk Story 3
Fandom: Pokémon Anime (Lucario and the Mystery of Mew)
Pairing: Sir Aaron/Lucario
Rating: T
Summary: There were olden tales, of the sort that had become more akin to myth than truth, about pokémons and humans once having been one and the same.
Notes: For the prompt "interspecies romance".
AO3 Link: Here.
There were olden tales, of the sort that had become more akin to myth than truth, about pokémons and humans once having been one and the same. Scholars would argue over the details for many years; was it that pokémons and humans were born out of the same species, evolving separately side by side, or was it less literal, the differences meaningless in the face of the bonds they could form, going beyond even adoption, toward assimilation? The stories spoke of devotion of a familial kind, some would say, sharing anecdotes about pokémons so loyal they stayed bonded to humans for generations. Some compared it to being adopted into the family of one's bride or groom – and there lay the conundrum.
Could humans and pokémons have truly ever been similar enough, no matter how long ago, to wed each other? To share a bed? To – few dared to say it, even as a hypothetical that only occurred in mythical retellings – love each other the way two humans could?
Aaron knew better than anyone that pokémons were closer to humans than most people would have liked to believe. He could communicate with them in ways very few could, and one would have been an utter fool to think a pokémon's intelligence could not rival that of a human.
Whenever he felt for Lucario's Aura, there was something there he could not ignore. It resonated through him, vibrated against and alongside his own powers like nothing he'd ever experienced before. He thought Lucario could feel it, too, would catch him glancing sometimes, his expression solemn, carrying a gravity he never did otherwise.
Yet, reducing it to their Auras would have been obfuscating the extent of it. When he took Lucario's paw in his and looked down to see the contrast between his bare hand and the dark fur of his companion, the way each strand shone under the light of the sun, the stirring in his guts had little to do with their mingling energies. More than once, he found himself staring at the sharp lines of Lucario's profile, the well-defined point of his snout, the weight of the appendages framing his face that flew up whenever they trained his Aura.
Lucario would stare back with a measure of uncertainty that Aaron wasn't sure had to do with the incompatibility of their species. It seemed born out of the fear of being rejected as himself, rather than as a pokémon who could never be with a human to begin with. That it occurred to Aaron so late that Lucario's devotion could one day bloom into something even more intimate was the most baffling part of it all.
To be an Aura Guardian was already to knowingly resign yourself to a life outside the bounds of most human society, to accept that sense of isolation as a small price to pay to cultivate such powers. It wasn't as if they would be seeking companionship elsewhere. It wasn't as if anyone would stick around long enough to judge them, were they to realize.
Perhaps there would be stories about them, later, of human master and pokémon disciple, that would only scratch at the surface of what they'd meant to each other. Whether the olden tales were true or not had little to do with them, and little to do with the relationships that formed even then, Aaron couldn't help but think.
Aaron's fingers traced the sensitive fur that bunched up around the spike on Lucario's chest, and he watched his beloved disciple's pupils dilate in response, his breathing coming out in little hisses between his fangs. His Aura glowed in his eyes, filling the air with electricity, and Aaron's heart with the warm comfort of being loved and desired.
Fandom: Pokémon Anime (Lucario and the Mystery of Mew)
Pairing: Sir Aaron/Lucario
Rating: T
Summary: There were olden tales, of the sort that had become more akin to myth than truth, about pokémons and humans once having been one and the same.
Notes: For the prompt "interspecies romance".
AO3 Link: Here.
There were olden tales, of the sort that had become more akin to myth than truth, about pokémons and humans once having been one and the same. Scholars would argue over the details for many years; was it that pokémons and humans were born out of the same species, evolving separately side by side, or was it less literal, the differences meaningless in the face of the bonds they could form, going beyond even adoption, toward assimilation? The stories spoke of devotion of a familial kind, some would say, sharing anecdotes about pokémons so loyal they stayed bonded to humans for generations. Some compared it to being adopted into the family of one's bride or groom – and there lay the conundrum.
Could humans and pokémons have truly ever been similar enough, no matter how long ago, to wed each other? To share a bed? To – few dared to say it, even as a hypothetical that only occurred in mythical retellings – love each other the way two humans could?
Aaron knew better than anyone that pokémons were closer to humans than most people would have liked to believe. He could communicate with them in ways very few could, and one would have been an utter fool to think a pokémon's intelligence could not rival that of a human.
Whenever he felt for Lucario's Aura, there was something there he could not ignore. It resonated through him, vibrated against and alongside his own powers like nothing he'd ever experienced before. He thought Lucario could feel it, too, would catch him glancing sometimes, his expression solemn, carrying a gravity he never did otherwise.
Yet, reducing it to their Auras would have been obfuscating the extent of it. When he took Lucario's paw in his and looked down to see the contrast between his bare hand and the dark fur of his companion, the way each strand shone under the light of the sun, the stirring in his guts had little to do with their mingling energies. More than once, he found himself staring at the sharp lines of Lucario's profile, the well-defined point of his snout, the weight of the appendages framing his face that flew up whenever they trained his Aura.
Lucario would stare back with a measure of uncertainty that Aaron wasn't sure had to do with the incompatibility of their species. It seemed born out of the fear of being rejected as himself, rather than as a pokémon who could never be with a human to begin with. That it occurred to Aaron so late that Lucario's devotion could one day bloom into something even more intimate was the most baffling part of it all.
To be an Aura Guardian was already to knowingly resign yourself to a life outside the bounds of most human society, to accept that sense of isolation as a small price to pay to cultivate such powers. It wasn't as if they would be seeking companionship elsewhere. It wasn't as if anyone would stick around long enough to judge them, were they to realize.
Perhaps there would be stories about them, later, of human master and pokémon disciple, that would only scratch at the surface of what they'd meant to each other. Whether the olden tales were true or not had little to do with them, and little to do with the relationships that formed even then, Aaron couldn't help but think.
Aaron's fingers traced the sensitive fur that bunched up around the spike on Lucario's chest, and he watched his beloved disciple's pupils dilate in response, his breathing coming out in little hisses between his fangs. His Aura glowed in his eyes, filling the air with electricity, and Aaron's heart with the warm comfort of being loved and desired.