You know you’ve
studied too much chemistry when you start naming your fics with chemical terms.
*Groan*
Title: Affinity
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Ash/Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #59, Cosplay/Fancy Dress
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Pokemon belongs to Nintendo and Shogakukan Comics.
This non-profit, non-copyright infringing fanfiction belongs to me under
international copyright laws and taking it is plagiarism. Thank you.
*Phantomness bows*
Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics
if a pokemon talks
Warnings: Het
This one is het championshipping. Had to do at least one….
“I don’t understand why you do it.” Red told her, as he watched her bind her breasts flat with her corset. Lance arched a single eyebrow, running her hands down her torso, satisfied when she felt no obvious curves.
“Do what?”
“Cross-dress, Lance.”
“Were you disappointed to find out that I was a girl?”
Red blinked. Was he? Honestly, when he thought of Lance, he envisioned dragons and power and beautiful golden eyes and red hair. Finding out that Lance was a girl had not been a terrible shock. Perhaps it was because he had already discovered Yellow’s secret.
“No.”
“I would be engaged were it not for my cunning.”
“Mm… but even so, don’t you miss being a girl?”
“Should I? Being a girl is so boring. Everyone expects you to be weak and domestic. I’m neither of those things.”
He coughed.
“Fine, I can be domestic – towards people and pokémon I like of course, but I am most certainly not weak.”
“I never thought you were weak.” Red said loyally.
Lance smiled and ruffled his hair. “I know. Then again, if you’re that desperate to see me as a girl, we can go whenever the next masquerade ball is.”
“All right!”
She had agreed, and now, the time was up. She sighed as she shed the corset, before peering into her closet. What to wear that wouldn’t be too obvious? Her eyes traced the puffs of a pink dress and a wicked plan began to form in her mind.
She found hair dye in her cabinet, selected blue, and watched as her red hair shaded into a plumy purple.
When Red came by half an hour later, yawning and wishing he weren’t late, he caught sight of her and froze.
Palest pink at her throat cascaded down into dark red around her ankles, trimmed with enough pearls and lace to outfit an entire contingent of soldiers.
“Do you approve?” She smiled.
Red gaped, struck dumb. Lance made a very handsome boy, but at the same time, as a girl, she was stunning!
“… Yes?”
“I’m glad you like it.” She swept a curtsey. “Where to now?”
“Ah… I got us reservations at the Golden Cloyster…”
Reporters oohed and aahed (discreetly of course, and from behind bushes while their cameras clicked madly) as they watched the League Champion enter the restaurant. The young lady on his arm was breathtakingly beautiful. Perhaps she was of a noble family, but they had never seen her before.
They wined and dined and took a limousine to the League Ball
“You seem quite tense tonight.” Lance remarked, trialing an elegantly manicured nail – also in pink, Red noticed with unease – down his cheek. “Does my appearance disturb you so much?”
“Not in a bad way.” Red answered honestly.
Her smile turned wicked, as her free hand closed around the front of his pants. “Indeed…” She purred. Red groaned, resigning himself to his fate and hoping that the driver in front couldn’t hear them through the glass pane.
No he couldn’t, but he could certainly see, and he rolled his eyes. The morals of youth nowadays!
They were both flushed as they exited in front of the entrance to Indigo Plateau, and tipped well, but even so, he shuddered. Cleaning the backseats would not be fun.
“You are evil.” Red accused, as the bored security guard at the front recognized him and let them in.
“So? You asked for it.”
“… I suppose I did.” Red sighed. “But it was worth it. I rather enjoyed every bit.”
Lance smirked as she linked her arm in his, and they ran down the hall like children to their quarters.
End Fic
Completed 8/2/06
See what I mean? Het disguised as shonen-ai in this one. It’s kawaii, ne? ^^