VI'S BIRTHDAY DRABBLES: you teach me and i'll teach you && your sunshine smile
Pairing: poke!xiuris
Rating: g
Length: 863w
Genre: crack, fluff
Summary: kris and his pikaxiu
kris turned his snapback around, two weak tufts of hair jutting awkwardly out in front of his face. half of his brain reminded him of the time yixing called him a tool for wearing his cap like that but the more prominent half was concentrating on the small, but easily identifiable lump of pikaxiu sleeping a few meters away.
the professor had called him up last night, completely unashamed at the fact that he had let kris's starter pokemon escape the lab in a freak accident.
"well if you want a pikaxiu that badly, i'm pretty sure he'll still be in the forest in the morning. you can go find him then."
kris clenched his fists, creeping forward as quietly as possible. he reached for the pokeball in his belt and figured that catching a sleeping pokemon should be the easiest thing in the world. of course he'd be in danger of a pretty fierce attack once he let the creature out of the ball, but he was sure the professor could do something to protect him. the only problem was that for as long as he's been trying to be a pokemon trainer, the only thing he still couldn't do to any fraction of a percentage error was aim the damn ball correctly. if he threw it now, and scared the creature off, he'd have to wait until next year for another pokemon, and it sure as hell wouldn't be as cool (strike cute) as a pikaxiu.
he inched forward again, close enough now that he could see the little locks of orange hair adorning the pikaxiu's face. his cheeks were the most dangerous (strike and cutest) part of his body, but they looked as unthreatening as a buttersoo, with a light pinkish tint scattered over smooth white skin.
the pikaxiu shifted in his sleep and kris held his breath. he was close enough now! his instincts as a trainer were telling him it was time to launch the pokeball. he held the ball between his first two fingers, holding on to a tree for support as he extended his arm back. he looked down at the pokemon just as two beady eyes fluttered open and stared at him.
kris froze, arm still stretched out behind him and choked out a soft "hi," trying not to alarm the poor thing.
the pikaxiu was up on his feet quicker than lightning and kris jumped forward and threw the ball just before he tripped over his own two feet. the ball bounced off of pikaxiu's head and he let out a loud cry before falling backwards on his butt. the ball rolled away anti-climatically into the tall grass and the pikaxiu pouted at where kris was still in a heap on the ground.
"that was mean," pikaxiu said, his over-sized yellow sweater slipping off his shoulders. he rubbed at his head and watched kris warily.
the trainer lifted himself on two shaky feet and stared down at the tiny thing. he didn't look in the best shape, scraped knees visible underneath the bright yellow shorts. sleeping outside in the forest seemed to have done a number on the pikaxiu and kris was only a little glad that he wasn't putting up that big a fight.
"i-i'm kris," he stuttered out.
"i don't care if your name is ben ben, you threw a ball at me," the pikaxiu got up to his feet "what the hell is your problem?"
kris choked again stammering nervously about how being a trainer was his dream and having a pikaxiu even more so and the little pokemon's ears perked up at that.
he stepped forward, a small smile pushing his cheeks out even more, "your dream is to have a pikaxiu?" he asked gently, fixing only one side of his sweater while the other hung even lower on his body, the irresistible skin of his chest visible because he wasn't wearing anything underneath.
kris nodded, not trusting his voice.
the pikaxiu smiled even wider, flashing his adorably crooked teeth. "well good luck with that," he taunted, turning his back on kris and heading back to the lab.
"w-wait i," kris scrambled around the forest floor trying to retrieve his pokeball because that shit was expensive. pikaxu wasn't waiting for him, even had the nerve to call out over his still-exposed shoulder.
"hurry up, do you want me or the pokeball?"
kris made a strangled noise in the back of his throat, forgetting about the pokeball (and the $127 he had saved up to buy it with by rubbing his mom's feet for 50 cents an hour) and running after the pikaxiu. when he caught up to him, he got a better look at exactly how much he towered over the pokemon, and exactly how much cuter he was close up. he reached out to touch the other's cheek, the feeling of elation at finally owning a pokemon getting to him until pikaxiu slapped his hand away with a not-so-light electric shock and a smug smile.
"don't even think about it," his pikaxiu said but kris couldn't really help it at that point.
Title: your sunshine smile
Pairing: genderbent!xiuhan
Rating: R
Length: 1329w
warnings: non-con, some bondage, rape,
a/n: i don't know why i wrote this.
lu hua is sixteen when she finally gives up.
a soft pressure pushes against her thighs and she opens them wider, staring at the dots forming behind her eyelids. she doesn't cry for the first time in her life, and it must count for something because the man on top of her is silent now and he lets go of her hands where he had been keeping them trapped under his weight.
--
minyoung is a sweet girl, but she's naked the first time lu hua sees her in the girls' locker room. she squeaks and hides behind one of the lockers, peeking out and then hiding her face again. "i'm so sorry," she says, "i thought i was alone in here, i-"
lu hua switches her gaze from the towel draped over the bench in front of her to the thin fingers gripping the edge of the locker. she walks forward, face straight and unfeeling and stops just before the corner so all she can see is the curve of the shorter girl's rear end. "it's ok," she says and swallows when her voice echoes back at her, three years too late to recognize anymore.
"can you hand me the towel at least?" minyoung asks, stretching her arm out for it and lu hua catches the quiver in her voice, the increasing discomfort with lu hua's presence. it's cute.
"sure," lu hua says, turning around to catch the white fabric between her fingers and she holds it just out of reach of the poor girl's arm. she thinks briefly of trapping her, of rounding the corner just to see her shocked expression before she tried to run, bare feet slipping against the wet tiles. she shakes herself out of it, leaning until the towel meets minyoung's soft fingers and she hears the short breath of relief as the girl wraps it around her body.
--
"is this because i wasn't around much when you were younger?" her mom questions her softly, but where there was a distance between them there's a chasm that lu hua no longer wants to cross. the panic surfaces in her chest again, and she thinks back to the day before her seventh birthday, to being locked out of the house even though her bladder was about to explode. she had been too shy to run over to a neighbor's house but when her mom had come home to find a puddle on the back porch it wasn't a good enough excuse.
"i'm not lying," lu hua says with more conviction than she's ever had in her entire life, but her mom doesn't hear it, too busy looking for her own faults and too busy blaming herself for the things lu hua does on school nights. "mom, i'm not-" she tries, but she sees the chasm again, expansive and beautiful and terrifying and lu hua gives up for the second time.
--
"i said i didn't take your ipod, just leave me alone," her classmate heaves her backpack onto her shoulder, cowering away from lu hua as if gossip and vapid commentary were contagious, but maybe it is.
"maybe- maybe you put it in your bag by accident?" lu hua hiccups, eyes scanning the contents of her own bag, strewn across the floor in her frantic attempt to find it. her hands are shaking and the tears in her eyes are threatening to spill, but if she could just find her ipod, if she could find it and bring it home and show her mom that she's responsible, that she doesn't lose her new ipod on the first day even though her mom told her it would be gone by the end of the school day.
"what's going on?" a soft voice from the entrance calls out. minyoung is the class monitor, responsible for every single head of hair that should be at roll call right now.
"n-nothing," the girl stammers, gripping her bag and heading to the door, "she's just making things up again." the girl leaves and lu hua bends down to pick up her things, not considering the small girl that is still standing in the doorway.
"i don't get it," minyoung mutters, too close to lu hua all of a sudden as she bends down to help lu hua pick up her things. "did she do this?" the class monitor asks, face stern and trustworthy.
"no," lu hua says simply, but the raise eyebrow expects further explanation and lu hua can't help but roll her eyes. everyone always needs more from her, another explanation, another reason, another-
"well if anything happens, you can tell me, ok?" minyoung smiles, a tease of color in lu hua's dull world.
lu hua nods, and minyoung hands her bag back to her. they're both too late for afternoon roll but it only takes a small apology and a fake excuse from minyoung for their homeroom teacher to wave them off to study hall. she frowns at the floor, hugging her satchel tightly against her chest until it comes time to part ways with the shorter girl. she doesn't spare a glance at her, keeps walking to her classroom because it's not fair that minyoung just transferred this year. it's not fair that in the most crucial point of her life, minyoung wasn't there with her sunshine smile and soft brown eyes. it's too late. it's too late now.
--
it's a long way down to the bottom, but lu hua thinks she's not quite there. she can still see part of the chasm around her, dark and beckoning, but she's already lost.
"i promise it'll feel good," she says, when the small body jerks underneath her. there's a fear in the girl's eyes, and she wonders if that's how she looked when she was sixteen. it's not quite right, she thinks, there's still life in those eyes, there's still fight in her and lu hua's fingers tighten against her crotch, a muffled scream making its way through her duct taped lips.
"i promise it'll feel good," lu hua says, mostly to herself, because she still doesn't fully get the appeal.
--
lu hua is eighteen when her smile comes back, when minyoung whines and throws herself on top of lu hua's bed because she'd had half a point taken off her calculus test. it's overdramatic, especially when lu hua barely managed a double digit. she lets out a breathy laugh and minyoung flips around to look at her, pleasantly surprised.
--
"lu hua," her mother rounds on her, "i told you kwangsoo was going to pick you up from school, why didn't you wait?"
lu hua shrugs, dropping her bag on the floor and walking into the living room. "is there anything for dinner?" she doesn't wait for the answer. she heads up to her room, finding her mom's silence a refreshing change from the incessant nagging.
the door to her room is locked, and she smiles as she takes out her key, comforted by the idea that no one had accidentally walked in while she was at school. she turns the knob, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear as she enters the room and turns around.
"you're awake," she says, doe eyes gazing softly at the girl on her bed.
her panties are still pooled around her ankles from last night, her arms raised over her head, bound to the headboard with a set of handcuffs she'd stolen from an adult store. she shakes her head when she sees lu hua, struggling against the metal and whining softly into the gag in her mouth.
lu hua sits down on the bed, gently removing the gag. minyoung takes a deep breath, ready to scream but lu hua seals her lips with a kiss, smiling softly when the class monitor stops struggling, shivering into the kiss and closing her eyes to wait until it was all over.
--
lu hua is nineteen when she finds another reason to live.