Pokemon Fan Fiction / Death Note Fan Fiction / Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ 15 Minute Ficlets ❯ Theme #121 ( Chapter 121 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: shadowphantomness 
Anime/Manga: Pokemon Fan Fiction / Death Note Fan Fiction / Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Angst / Hentai / Drama / Comedy | Type: Vignette | Uploaded On: 01.21.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 507 | Visits: 267 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Pokemon Fan Fiction / Death Note Fan Fiction / Bleach Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Angst / Hentai / Drama / Comedy | Type: Vignette | Uploaded On: 01.21.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 507 | Visits: 267 | Status: Completed
Title: Pyrite
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #121, Glisten
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: Language, anti-Specialshipping, Yellow-bashing & nbsp; She glitters like gold, soft and pliable, a beauty worthy of any man, but he doesn’t see it, any of it, because he hates her, so, so much. Perhaps he loved her, once upon a time, but they didn’t quite reach happily ever after. She grew up quickly, and grew out, leaving home at all hours in slutty clothing, a cigarette dangling between her lips, tossing back three glasses of wine at one go when he took her out. She wanted to mingle, she said, and meet people, but he hated this new her, so much. She’d been Lolita far too long and now she was playing the tramp. She’s wearing lipstick, almost a blinding red color, and it makes his stomach churn. He’s seen her making eyes at the man from across the table for almost an hour, so no doubt she’ll stumble home sometime late at night with spooge dripping from her whorish cunt. He leaves the slut, and turns to his true love. &n bsp; “I’m glad you didn’t marry her.” Lance purrs, her eyes bright. Red flushes, nodding. He just wishes he could kick her out of his home, because she hasn’t been in his heart for a long time. He should never have pitied her. She’s not innocent and she’s not pure and she’s damned ugly as sin. No, he does not want her, except to squeeze his fingers around her throat and choke her to death, maybe, which would be fun. Lance has a subtle gleam, like moon frost, and Red likes it much better. The Dragon Master kisses him, and he forgets all about Yellow. Why dwell on trash like her when he has perfection in his grasp? End Fic Completed 11/29/07 Edited 3/8/09 I have a fucking sore throat and a Japanese presentation tomorrow. Damn it all! 8 minutes! And Lance is a girl!
Author: Shadow/Phantomness
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Fandom: Pokémon
Theme: #121, Glisten
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: Language, anti-Specialshipping, Yellow-bashing & nbsp; She glitters like gold, soft and pliable, a beauty worthy of any man, but he doesn’t see it, any of it, because he hates her, so, so much. Perhaps he loved her, once upon a time, but they didn’t quite reach happily ever after. She grew up quickly, and grew out, leaving home at all hours in slutty clothing, a cigarette dangling between her lips, tossing back three glasses of wine at one go when he took her out. She wanted to mingle, she said, and meet people, but he hated this new her, so much. She’d been Lolita far too long and now she was playing the tramp. She’s wearing lipstick, almost a blinding red color, and it makes his stomach churn. He’s seen her making eyes at the man from across the table for almost an hour, so no doubt she’ll stumble home sometime late at night with spooge dripping from her whorish cunt. He leaves the slut, and turns to his true love. &n bsp; “I’m glad you didn’t marry her.” Lance purrs, her eyes bright. Red flushes, nodding. He just wishes he could kick her out of his home, because she hasn’t been in his heart for a long time. He should never have pitied her. She’s not innocent and she’s not pure and she’s damned ugly as sin. No, he does not want her, except to squeeze his fingers around her throat and choke her to death, maybe, which would be fun. Lance has a subtle gleam, like moon frost, and Red likes it much better. The Dragon Master kisses him, and he forgets all about Yellow. Why dwell on trash like her when he has perfection in his grasp? End Fic Completed 11/29/07 Edited 3/8/09 I have a fucking sore throat and a Japanese presentation tomorrow. Damn it all! 8 minutes! And Lance is a girl!