Title: Midnight
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #5, Midnight
Rating: PG
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: AU, het

The clock is ticking, and Lance holds Red in her arms, keeping her safe. He isn’t going to run away, because he’s no Cinderella, and Lance isn’t Prince Charming. But it’s time to make their relationship public, as the bells toll around them, and he can hear lots of horrified gasps and screams, but he doesn’t care! Life is not a fairy tale, and he loves Lance, and that is all that matters.

She may wear the pants in the relationship, but what of it? It suits her better than layers of fluffy petticoats and dripping diamonds, and he likes having an older woman to take care of him.

There’s no pumpkin carriage and no deception, no spinning wheel to prick his finger on and sleep away, and he’s certainly not ingesting any poisoned apples. Lance smiles, and it’s not a nice smile, and she draws her sword in one fluid motion. Lance isn’t a Beast, or a tiny shriveled man with magic in her fingertips, enough to spin straw into gold, and she certainly is no dragon, at least not physically. But Lance is a powerful Trainer, and Red is Champion, and together, they prove that they’ll get the happily ever after they want, politics and societal decency be damned.

It takes a few bodies to make the point.

And they do.

End Fic

Completed 4/27/07

Edited 11/16/09

Red: Short!
Phantomness: Well, I’m tired.