Title: Prince Charming
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: WataShi (Lance x Ash)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #11, Prince Charming
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, TWT

“Dragonite, use Hyper Beam!”

Ash shuddered, his breath coming in belabored gasps, as he watched the Team Rocket Scientist fly away from him and smash onto the wall in a bloody pulp. Lance stood there, golden eyes snapping sparks, cape billowing in the wind as her Dragonite landed behind him proudly. Prince – no, his Princess Charming…

He could have sobbed in relief, even as hard eyes raked around the crowd. Team Rocket Grunts were rushing in, releasing poison pokemon, but the thin-lipped smile on her face showed no fear.

Fools.

“Lugia…” She crooned. “Show them what they are up against.”

And then Lugia was there, in the room, and Aeroblast slammed people and pokemon alike away, and he was sure they were severely injured or killed, at least some of them, but he could do nothing but stare at Lance, feeling his breath coming quicker and his heart thudding heavily in his chest, and finally, it was over, and the last of the screams had died away, and that was when men in League uniforms came rushing in, Officer Jennies and others.

Lance gave a casual shrug, as she murmured a few words too softly for Ash to catch, but Lugia seemed to listen, and with one sweep of its powerful wings, it flew away.

She gathered him into her arms, the way she had done so many times before, as the boy collapsed, not quite sure what was going on. His mind was spinning, and it was so easy for her to smooth his hair back and croon, even as they settled on Dragonite and flew away.

Ash was still dazed, shell-shocked when they arrived. The Elite trainer locked the door of her room, and placed him on the bed gently, before leaning over and kissing him. He was so naïve, and tasted so sweet. * Adorable… *

He did nothing, just stared up at Lance. It was happening again.

This had been a recurring theme since their marriage.

“Shh…” Lance purred. “Don’t think about it… I’ll protect you, Ash-chan. I’ll save you. You don’t need to worry….”

As much as he would like to deny the accusation, it was quite true. So he had no qualms about surrendering to her needs and desires, even as she kissed him again, and slowly slid her hands down his chest.

Why mess with something so perfect?

End Fic

Completed 7/24/07

Edited 4/17/09

Ash: I’m such a dork!
Phantomness: *Shrug*

Lance: *Molests Ash*

Lance is so Ash’s Prince Charming! Er, Princess charming in this case…