[Pokémon MVGS] Piquant
Title: Piquant
Fandom: Pokémon Main Video Game Series
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Summary: Picking a starter is not a decision taken lightly.
Notes: A fill for the Pokémon prompt meme I held on my dreamwidth in honor of![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
3weeks4dreamwidth. Written for this prompt, for ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
peasina. This was my first time writing a triple drabble, which was interesting! I think I'm still not really cut out for the exercise, but it was a fun challenge.
AO3 Link: Here.
Picking a starter is not a decision taken lightly. Lilou, for her part, walked in Professor Sycamore's laboratory confident about her choice: she'll take whichever pokémon is the cutest.
Her eyes are instantly drawn to the fennekin, its big eyes and poofy tail. It's gnawing on a piece of wood, its little nose scrunched up. She's about to walk up to it when one of the other children lets out a yelp.
"It stung me!" the girl whines, sucking on her fingertips.
The pokémon at her feet is as tall as three apples, and as soon as everyone's attention is on it, it starts to tear up, before bursting into tears.
Lilou's heart sinks.
"You must have startled it!" she says. The chespin sniffles. Its eyes are even rounder than the fennekin, and it looks so small, curled up on the grass of the lab garden. "Don't worry," she adds once she's carefully stepped closer, "I'll protect you."
It blinks up at her and she smiles at it, feeling very big and important. The spikes on its head soften, bristling like blades of grass.
By the time the professor stumbles into the garden, Lilou is holding the chespin in her arms and exchanging pointed glares with the other girl, who's now sulking under one of the trees. The fennekin is being fed leaves by a boy with thick glasses, and the froakie is blowing bubbles to entertain the rest of their group, cheering and clapping every time it then pops them with its long tongue.
"I see you've all gotten well acquainted," the professor says. He looks relieved, and a bit like he's holding back a grin. "Oh, are you picking this one?"
Lilou's hold on her chespin tightens. "Yes!" she exclaims. The professor's mouth twitches. "I'll call him Spike."
Fandom: Pokémon Main Video Game Series
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Summary: Picking a starter is not a decision taken lightly.
Notes: A fill for the Pokémon prompt meme I held on my dreamwidth in honor of
3weeks4dreamwidth. Written for this prompt, for peasina. This was my first time writing a triple drabble, which was interesting! I think I'm still not really cut out for the exercise, but it was a fun challenge.AO3 Link: Here.
Picking a starter is not a decision taken lightly. Lilou, for her part, walked in Professor Sycamore's laboratory confident about her choice: she'll take whichever pokémon is the cutest.
Her eyes are instantly drawn to the fennekin, its big eyes and poofy tail. It's gnawing on a piece of wood, its little nose scrunched up. She's about to walk up to it when one of the other children lets out a yelp.
"It stung me!" the girl whines, sucking on her fingertips.
The pokémon at her feet is as tall as three apples, and as soon as everyone's attention is on it, it starts to tear up, before bursting into tears.
Lilou's heart sinks.
"You must have startled it!" she says. The chespin sniffles. Its eyes are even rounder than the fennekin, and it looks so small, curled up on the grass of the lab garden. "Don't worry," she adds once she's carefully stepped closer, "I'll protect you."
It blinks up at her and she smiles at it, feeling very big and important. The spikes on its head soften, bristling like blades of grass.
By the time the professor stumbles into the garden, Lilou is holding the chespin in her arms and exchanging pointed glares with the other girl, who's now sulking under one of the trees. The fennekin is being fed leaves by a boy with thick glasses, and the froakie is blowing bubbles to entertain the rest of their group, cheering and clapping every time it then pops them with its long tongue.
"I see you've all gotten well acquainted," the professor says. He looks relieved, and a bit like he's holding back a grin. "Oh, are you picking this one?"
Lilou's hold on her chespin tightens. "Yes!" she exclaims. The professor's mouth twitches. "I'll call him Spike."