New Dabbles
So I've been writing Dabbles lately. Here's 3.
SoulMates
Dragonball Z: Gohan/Trunks, Trunks/Goten
Trunks pushed past Gohan like he was nothing, just background, barely giving the older man a nod, a glance, anything. He rushed over to Goten, grinning, and threw his arm over the boy's shoulder. Trunks was in love with Goten. Well, This Trunks was anyway.
Do you believe in soul mates?
Trunks knew that going back to the other time was a bad idea, but he had to make sure everyone was ok. He regretted it. He had believed in soul mates before. That no matter what happened, some people were destined to be together. But how could he believe now?
Krillin married to the woman who murdered him. Gohan married to a woman who had never lived past her 4th birthday. The younger version of himself in love with a boy who had never been born.
The new him loved Goten, but Goten had never been born in his world.
Had all his love for Gohan been a lie, a trick of the heart, to love the brother of the boy who would never be born?
Or was there no such thing as soul mates after all?
Trunks had assumed, had hoped, had dreamed that by saving this future the new him, the doll like baby who cooed and giggled just like he must have, would fall in love with Gohan all over again, that Gohan wouldn't die, that they would be together.
But the new him dressed differently, talked differently, and acted differently. He didn't love Gohan. The new him loved Goten, looked at Goten with eyes that glazed over, with have a smile tugging at his lips, teasing and taunting and adoring the younger boy. Goten.
Not Gohan.
And Gohan didn't love him.
That's what hurt the most.
Lightening Honey
Red/Yellow
Dabbles.
My first ever Pokemon fic! ^-^
Electric.
Red is electric. Electrifying; thrilling; magnetic. Every time he smiles it sends a jolt through Yellow's spine. He is overwhelming and amazing and inspiring. She wants to be just like him. She wants to be around him. She wants....
Red has a hopeful smile, like a light bulb, filling every room he's in.
When he says her name, Yellow feels like ChuChu has sent a thunderbolt right through her heart.
Some day, she will tell him how she feels. Some day...
But Yellow is worried. Is it foolish to try and capture lightening in a bottle? Would it make him less brilliant if he knew? If it was a possibility? Would it make him dim and turn away from her if he knew her heart?
And yet she loved him.
And someday, she will tell him.
Mellifluous.
Yellow is Mellifluous. A sound flowing like honey. Her hair is daisy colored and her smile is like a mid-afternoon. It's hard for Red to explain. He's always been drawn to her, even when he thought she was a boy. It had been a confusing time to feel so....attracted to a boy. But no, she was a girl after all. Sweet and darling, kind and caring.
Red wondered if he could somehow find a way to be special to her. She smiled at everyone, was kind to every living thing.
But he always had something bigger to worry about. Big dreams, enemies, saving the world, and Yellow was always there. Saving him, helping Silver, being there for anyone.
Red wondered if she would ever be there just for him.
Was it selfish to want her for himself?
Together.
Together Red and Yellow are adorable. Blue is jealous of them both. When they are in the same room it feels like everyone else is intruding. They have a special place with each other, even if they dont realize it. Blue is tempted to shake Red, to tell him to realize what's happening, to make him make a move. His rival is an idiot. Can he not see how much Yellow wants him?
Red and Yellow. Like a sunset. Like a flower.
It feels like destiny.
Jealous
Pokemon Anime: Paul/Ash (Comashipping), Gary/Ash (PalletShipping)
Paul was jealous.
Jealous.
Him.
Like he had been robbed of something precious, something he wanted.
Like he had been kicked in the shin, in the chest.
Like it was hard to breath.
THEY had been having a battle, just the two of them, focused on each other, both of them smirking, moving in time to the beat of the battle, thinking, feeling, breathing, proving themselves to each other.
And then THE OTHER walked up, some snotty, brunette in a lab coat, calling HIM by pet names and the battle had stopped. HE stopped, broken out of the battle and ran to THE OTHER, like a puppy, like a dog. HE threw his arms around THE OTHER'S neck, grinning from ear to ear. 'I didn't know you'd be here' he cooed. 'How did you know' He sighed. 'I'm so glad to see you' He teased. Disgusting.
It made Paul sick.
'Who's your friend?' THE OTHER asked, smirking like he knew.
'Paul! Come meet Gary Oak!' HE said, waving, one arm over THE OTHER's shoulder.
No.
No he would not go meet Gary Oak.
Screw Gary Oak.
He scoffed. 'No.', recalled his Weavile and began walking away.
'Paul, come on.' HE said.
'Let him go Ashy-boy. Let's go get lunch'.
When he was out of sight, Paul punched a tree, scratching his knuckles.
Ashy-boy.
Ashy-boy.
Ashy-boy.
Being jealous sucked.
SoulMates
Dragonball Z: Gohan/Trunks, Trunks/Goten
Trunks pushed past Gohan like he was nothing, just background, barely giving the older man a nod, a glance, anything. He rushed over to Goten, grinning, and threw his arm over the boy's shoulder. Trunks was in love with Goten. Well, This Trunks was anyway.
Do you believe in soul mates?
Trunks knew that going back to the other time was a bad idea, but he had to make sure everyone was ok. He regretted it. He had believed in soul mates before. That no matter what happened, some people were destined to be together. But how could he believe now?
Krillin married to the woman who murdered him. Gohan married to a woman who had never lived past her 4th birthday. The younger version of himself in love with a boy who had never been born.
The new him loved Goten, but Goten had never been born in his world.
Had all his love for Gohan been a lie, a trick of the heart, to love the brother of the boy who would never be born?
Or was there no such thing as soul mates after all?
Trunks had assumed, had hoped, had dreamed that by saving this future the new him, the doll like baby who cooed and giggled just like he must have, would fall in love with Gohan all over again, that Gohan wouldn't die, that they would be together.
But the new him dressed differently, talked differently, and acted differently. He didn't love Gohan. The new him loved Goten, looked at Goten with eyes that glazed over, with have a smile tugging at his lips, teasing and taunting and adoring the younger boy. Goten.
Not Gohan.
And Gohan didn't love him.
That's what hurt the most.
Lightening Honey
Red/Yellow
Dabbles.
My first ever Pokemon fic! ^-^
Electric.
Red is electric. Electrifying; thrilling; magnetic. Every time he smiles it sends a jolt through Yellow's spine. He is overwhelming and amazing and inspiring. She wants to be just like him. She wants to be around him. She wants....
Red has a hopeful smile, like a light bulb, filling every room he's in.
When he says her name, Yellow feels like ChuChu has sent a thunderbolt right through her heart.
Some day, she will tell him how she feels. Some day...
But Yellow is worried. Is it foolish to try and capture lightening in a bottle? Would it make him less brilliant if he knew? If it was a possibility? Would it make him dim and turn away from her if he knew her heart?
And yet she loved him.
And someday, she will tell him.
Mellifluous.
Yellow is Mellifluous. A sound flowing like honey. Her hair is daisy colored and her smile is like a mid-afternoon. It's hard for Red to explain. He's always been drawn to her, even when he thought she was a boy. It had been a confusing time to feel so....attracted to a boy. But no, she was a girl after all. Sweet and darling, kind and caring.
Red wondered if he could somehow find a way to be special to her. She smiled at everyone, was kind to every living thing.
But he always had something bigger to worry about. Big dreams, enemies, saving the world, and Yellow was always there. Saving him, helping Silver, being there for anyone.
Red wondered if she would ever be there just for him.
Was it selfish to want her for himself?
Together.
Together Red and Yellow are adorable. Blue is jealous of them both. When they are in the same room it feels like everyone else is intruding. They have a special place with each other, even if they dont realize it. Blue is tempted to shake Red, to tell him to realize what's happening, to make him make a move. His rival is an idiot. Can he not see how much Yellow wants him?
Red and Yellow. Like a sunset. Like a flower.
It feels like destiny.
Jealous
Pokemon Anime: Paul/Ash (Comashipping), Gary/Ash (PalletShipping)
Paul was jealous.
Jealous.
Him.
Like he had been robbed of something precious, something he wanted.
Like he had been kicked in the shin, in the chest.
Like it was hard to breath.
THEY had been having a battle, just the two of them, focused on each other, both of them smirking, moving in time to the beat of the battle, thinking, feeling, breathing, proving themselves to each other.
And then THE OTHER walked up, some snotty, brunette in a lab coat, calling HIM by pet names and the battle had stopped. HE stopped, broken out of the battle and ran to THE OTHER, like a puppy, like a dog. HE threw his arms around THE OTHER'S neck, grinning from ear to ear. 'I didn't know you'd be here' he cooed. 'How did you know' He sighed. 'I'm so glad to see you' He teased. Disgusting.
It made Paul sick.
'Who's your friend?' THE OTHER asked, smirking like he knew.
'Paul! Come meet Gary Oak!' HE said, waving, one arm over THE OTHER's shoulder.
No.
No he would not go meet Gary Oak.
Screw Gary Oak.
He scoffed. 'No.', recalled his Weavile and began walking away.
'Paul, come on.' HE said.
'Let him go Ashy-boy. Let's go get lunch'.
When he was out of sight, Paul punched a tree, scratching his knuckles.
Ashy-boy.
Ashy-boy.
Ashy-boy.
Being jealous sucked.