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A/N: Ello again (^o^) I know a couple of my followers have been expecting something new... well sadly this is something old of mine OTL Ah, well, “these” are something old of mine. I was originally gonna post one but it was just so damn short. Plus I’m worried I made one particular character OOC, so hopefully the other one I’m posting covers my hide xD

  Okay, the first one is actually the second one so umm here enjoy and you’ll hear from me again before the second... or is that the first? xD All are rated T by the way (owo)

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  Wishing

A soft sigh passed through the connoisseur’s lips as he wondered aimlessly along a small dirt path within the local park. It was well into the night, probably very early morning by now, and everyone was sound asleep in their beds. Well everyone except for Cilan, otherwise he wouldn’t have been out there. The day had been a long and tiring one, a festival of sorts that held numerous games and activities, and while Ash had fallen asleep the moment his head hit the pillow Cilan had no such luck. He lay wide awake for hours occasionally watching his boyfriend’s slumbering form before he had had enough and got up, changing out of the bed shorts he chose to wear due to the summer heat into a pair of loose fitting pants and slipping into his shoes before leaving the room they had at the Pokémon Center, and then the center altogether.

The air was still quite warm despite the sun’s absence and so the teen had left without a jacket. Cilan liked the air in Kanto. Something about it seemed more... fresher than in his home region. Breathing a heavy sigh the chef kicked a nearby pebble. His original plan was to go out for a little walk in order to tire himself out in hopes that he would at least be able to fall asleep before sunrise. Even by half an hour would be fine. Sure he was feeling fatigued, but in no way did he feel as though he could sleep if he were to go lie down. Cilan blamed it on jetlag. Normally by now he and his siblings would have just started to lock the Striaton City Gym up for the night and made preparations for their own dinner.

Cilan came to an abrupt halt spying a large tree that, upon first look, appeared to have strangely shaped flowers dangling from the branches at the bottom of the path. He recognized that tree from earlier on in the day and smiled softly as he began walking towards it. The dangling flowers were not flowers at all but in fact little slips of paper hanging from the branches, each with a ‘wish’ from everyone who attended the festival written upon them. Of course, Cilan was rather skeptical over the whole thing to which Ash had seemed surprisingly alarmed to hear.

“Eh? But what’s wrong with putting wishes on a tree?” he had asked after handing a slip of paper to the elder boy.

“There’s nothing wrong with it at all,” responded Cilan. He looked over at the tree, watching a young man hold his toddler up so that the child could hang his wish from one of the branches. “It’s just that simply hanging a piece of paper with someone’s wish on it on a tree won’t automatically make their wish come true. It’s impossible.”

The raven haired boy chewed at the inside of his lip as he began to scribble something down on his own slip. “Maybe. But it’s still fun to do.” His brown eyes glanced down at his side where Pikachu was doodling bottles of ketchup on its own paper. “Even Pikachu’s doing one!” 

Cilan mulled over it and gave a small nod. “Well, I guess you’re right. So what are you writing down?”

Ash quickly pressed the paper against his chest. “It’s private!” he said in a jokingly defensive way. “But never mind me. What’re you putting?”

The connoisseur smirked to himself as he recalled the memory from earlier. He never did find out what Ash wrote down. The native had snuck off and hung it while he wasn’t looking. Cilan on the other hand had gone for the typical ‘world peace’ one even though he knew that would never happened, especially since the tree didn’t actually grant wishes. He again came to a stop, this time in front of the tree, and gazed up at it for a moment before reaching up and tilting one of the wishes so that he could see what was written on it.

Well it couldn’t hurt to peak could it?

‘Please give me more wishes

- Susie’

Really? Couldn’t Susie have just gotten more paper to write more wishes on? Cilan glanced over a few more. Many of them were quite pleasant, asking for the same thing he had, for a happy life or a certain desired item. Some were rather upsetting such as the one that said:

‘Make Mommy better soon

- Tommy’

And then there were the odd or pointless ones like Susie’s. There were even some rather frightful ones.

‘Please kill the Rattata that keeps chewing through all our wires!

- Eric’

Cilan was a little disgusted at that one. Surely there must be a way to deal with it without killing the poor thing? He shook his head and looked over another.

‘MY WISH IS THAT THE GYM LEADER OF SAFFRON CITY BE TEARED LIMB FROM LIMB AND FED TO THE GROWLITHE!!!’

Goodness... Cilan really didn’t want to mess with whoever wrote that... His chartreus eyes seemed to zone in on a particular one that hung from a branch just slightly taller than he was. He grabbed hold of it and again tilted it so that he could read it.

‘My boyfriend and I already have everything we could ever wish for, so my wish is for everyone else to be as happy as we are!

- Ash’

Aw how cut— hold on a second!

Cilan checked the name again.

Ash.

Was that his Ash? It certainly seemed like his handwriting, scraggly but still readable. This was... a lovely wish. The way it was worded was cute, but to mention him and say they have everything they could ever wish for... It really touched the grassy haired male knowing that Ash was happy with where they were.

A gentle smile spread on his lips as he let go of the paper. He’d decided he had done enough reading for the night and so turned on his heel and began heading back to the Pokémon Center, back to the room they managed to bag before all the visitors took them, back to Ash. The boy was still sound asleep when he entered the room and got back under the covers, not bothering to change again. He smiled still as his arms gently encased the raven and pulled him a little closer, being careful not to disturb him. Ash was happy, he knew for certain and that in turn made him happy. He could sleep to that thought and heavy lids eventually slipped shut as he replayed Ash’s wish over in his head before finally succumbing to sleep.

Just in time for the sun’s rays to bring new light upon the land.

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  A/N: (owo’) ah- well, that was the second-first one... I hope I didn’t do too badly (_ _lll This is an old file that I checked over for mistakes... hahh but my current writing isn’t on par either (TwT) But, enough moping! Here is a first-second one (;w;) I remember I actually spent a month and half writing it because I was struggling to depict the scene very well OTL This fic happens to include hints of PalletShipping... eheh... just thought I would warn (owo’’)

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  Gary

“So...”

“So...”

Dark eyes narrowed at emerald. “You must be Cilan.”

Cilan nodded, observing the brunet in front of him. “And judging by your appearance, you must be Gary.”

A moment of silence passed between the two, neither moving from where they stood in front of the Ketchum residence. The wind picked up a little, lapping at the boys’ hair and gently lifting a few stray leaves from the ground in small circular dances. Gary was the first to speak again, breaking eye contact for the first time since the two set their sights on each other, and glanced at the home before them.

“Ash...  told me about you,” he said, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his coat. “Said you’re his... boyfriend.”

The connoisseur furrowed his brow. Something about the way this guy spoke to him left a bitter taste in his mouth. “That’s right,” Cilan verified. He smiled, trying to lighten the mood. “You’re a friend of his right? You must be close, Ash talks about you often.”

Cilan was almost certain he heard a scoff before another, lengthier silence ensued. It was strange. They could easily have left their encounter at that, but the brunet seemed to linger. He was leaving when they first bumped into each other too, closing the front gate behind him. So why was he still hanging about? And this silence was starting to become a little... awkward.

“Gary? You’re still here? And Cilan! You’re here too!”

Both boys turned to see Ash running up the garden path to greet them, holding what looked like a bag of garbage in one hand, looking surprised to see the both of them outside his home. Chuckling, Cilan scratched the back of his head and said, “My flight arrived a little earlier than expected. I hope that’s okay.”

Ash nodded in acknowledgment. “That explains why you’re here.” He turned to Gary with a confused expression. “But how come you’re still here, Gary? I thought you had to get back to Professor Oak.”

Placing a hand on his hip, Gary smirked. “I was just getting better acquainted with your boyfriend here, since you told me so much about him,” he told the smaller boy. Cilan thought he picked up a slight venomous undertone in that statement, but he couldn’t be certain.

Ash raised an eyebrow but soon smiled regardless. “Really? Hey, Mom’s making dinner right now, so why not stay over and get to know each other better?”

As if this chance meeting wasn’t awkward enough. Could they really survive sitting through an entire meal together? In the short space of time they had known each other, it was pretty clear that Gary didn’t appear too fond of him. Cilan was all for trying to get along with people, even the most stubbornness of kind, but something about this supposed friend of Ash’s told him that things would not go so well, that their flavors would clash in a most revulsive way.

Luckily for him, or perhaps the both of them,” Gary declined the offer with a shake of his head. “Nah, I’ll pass. Like you said, I’ve got to be getting back to Gramps.”

Ash’s shoulders slumped as he nodded again. “Aw, well, okay.”

“Ash, sweetie! Could you come here for a moment?” Delia’s melodious voice flowed from inside the house somewhere.

“Coming!” Ash called back, about to rush back inside but stopped when he remember he was still holding the garbage. He quickly deposited it in the trashcan before running back inside, leaving the two boys alone again.

Cilan gave a small smile trying his best not to make it an awkward one. “It was nice to finally get a chance to meet you,” he said, albeit the obvious discomfort in the air. When Gary didn’t say anything he made a move to head on inside his boyfriend’s home, but was forced to stop just as he passed the brunet when something gripped his forearm tightly. He glanced back to see it was Gary, his eyes downcast. “Is something...?”

“Take care of him,” Gary’s quiet voice interrupted him. His sharp eyes shifted to Cilan’s green ones, almost glaring daggers. “Because if I ever hear that you’ve hurt him...” His grip tightened. “You’ll have me to answer to.”

And with that the young researcher let go and began walking away. Cilan blinked and stared after him, trying to fathom what just happened. Was that a threat? He just met the guy and... Unless Gary... Did he like Ash? It would most certainly explain his behavior towards the Unovian. A small smile spread on his lips as he finally went on inside. Well, it certainly seemed like their future encounters were going to be interesting.

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A/N: This has been gathering dust on my laptop for months... this and many others. So I finally decided to post one! This isn’t my best work but still, please enjoy ^-^

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“You think this is the right place, Pikachu?” asked Ash as both he and his partner stared at the concrete steps leading up to a local cemetery.

“Pi'pi chu pikaa chuu,” the yellow mouse responded uneasily from Ash's side as a chill breeze picked up.

The tanned boy tugged at the crimson scarf around his neck, shivering a little. “Well, I guess we'll find out soon enough,” the boy said as he and his Pokémon began to ascend the steps, passing through a large metal gate once reaching the top. It looked like any other graveyard. Several hundred, maybe thousand, tombstones dotted about, all well-kept with flowers and incense sticks sitting by the base of the stones. Of all places to meet up, Ash didn't quite understand why Cilan chose here.

A short distance away Ash's honey brown eyes spotted a familiar green haired connoisseur, out of uniform it seemed, conversing with a short elderly man in robes. “There he is!” he said in excitement before calling out, “Hey Cilan!”

Both elder males turned at the sound of his voice. Cilan smiled and waved before turning back to the man, saying something Ash couldn't make out and bowing respectfully. The man gave a small nod of his head, then the two parted ways, Cilan heading in his boyfriend's direction. “Ash-!” was all he got to say before being tackled in a hug by said trainer. Laughing, Cilan wrapped his arms around the smaller boy and nuzzled the messy raven locks. “It's good to see you too!”

Pikachu smiled at the reunion. You'd think that they hadn't seen each other in months when in actual fact, it was only two weeks. Still, not wanting to be left out the little mouse clambered up onto Ash's shoulder and then hopped onto Cilan's broader ones. “Pi piika!” he squeaked happily, rubbing his cheek against the connoisseur's.

“And of course, I couldn't forget you, Pikachu,” Cilan said with a smile.

Pulling away, Ash looked up at the older boy with confusion written all over his face. “Hey, Cilan. I was wondering... why'd you want to meet up here?” After all, a graveyard wasn't the most ideal place to go on a date or something of the sorts.

Gently taking a hold of Ash's hand he replied, “There's something I wanted to show you.”

“What is it?” asked Ash, tilting his head to one side.

Cilan simply placed a finger against his lips and said with a grin, “It's a secret.”

He wanted to ask more but chose against it as Cilan began leading them through the cemetery, the two engaging in conversation about what they were up to whilst they were apart. Ash told him of how his and Pikachu's training had been going, and how they had somehow managed to rile up an entire flock of spearow, again apparently. Cilan spoke of some of the challengers that had arrived at the Striaton Gym such as the guy who wanted to battle all three Leaders at the same time, and inevitably lost, and the strange man who appeared in an eelektross costume and tried to battle as himself, claiming that he was a Pokémon trapped in a man's body.

Soon though, Cilan came to a stop in front of a tombstone about two pikachu tall, beautifully decorated with flowers carved along the edge of the stone. “He we are!” he announced.

Ash looked over the grave, the smell of the incense burning at the bottom making him want to wrinkle his nose. He furrowed his brow when trying to read for a name, seeing that the language was foreign. Whoever it was, why had Cilan brought him to them? “Who was this?” he asked after a moment.

There was a faint glint in Cilan's eye as he responded softly, “My mother.”

Brown eyes widened. “Your mother...?” A sympathetic look washed over the boy's face as he turned to his boyfriend. “Cilan, I'm sorry.”

Cilan shook his head. “It's... okay. I was too young to really remember her before she passed.” A gentle smile spread on his lips at feeling Pikachu nuzzle his cheek comfortingly.

“But still...” Ash trailed off, glancing at his feet. “I couldn't even imagine what things would be like if my mom died.” And he truly couldn't. Next to Cilan and Pikachu, his mom meant everything to him. If something were to happen to the woman who took care of him, his whole world would come crashing down. He felt Cilan's hand squeeze his and looked back up at the gravestone. “What was her name?”

“Rosemarie,” he told him softly. He was surprised when Ash let go of his hand suddenly and stepped forward.

“Erm, Miss Rosemarie,” he spoke out loud, a determined look in his eyes. “My name is Ash Ketchum and I am Cilan's boyfriend. I just wanted to let you know that I'll keep looking after Cilan for you and make sure he's well taken care of.” He bowed out of respect and turned back to Cilan, raising an eyebrow at the odd look he was giving him, as if he'd just stolen all of Cilan's food or something. “What?”

Cilan stared at him for a moment before he suddenly found himself in a fit laughter and shook his head, which only confused the younger boy further. “You never cease to amaze me, Ash,” he said merrily, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. With a wide smile plastering his face Cilan took Ash by the hand again and began leading them away. “Come on, I know of this wonderful little coffee house nearby that we just have to stop by.”

Ash smiled. “Ah, great! I'm starving!”

“Pi pikachu!” said Pikachu, jumping back onto its trainer's shoulder.

Mornings

This was starting to become a nuisance. Really it was. Ash loved to sleep. There was nothing better than the feeling of being buried under a warm cozy duvet, especially when he was also snuggled close to the man he loved. But of course, when staying in Striaton City, Cilan had to run the Gym. And to help him get up in the morning the connoisseur insisted on having an alarm clock set to go off each morning. An annoyingly loud alarm clock.

But that was okay though. He could live with that. What was really starting to bug Ash was that for the past few weeks now he would always wake up just short of the alarm going off. And worse still, he could never get back to sleep again, even after it had been turned off, and often ended up lying in bed wide awake for the next couple of hours.

He blamed Cilan for that. No. He could never blame Cilan. He blamed Cilan’s alarm instead!

Like always the Kanto native had awoken early on this particular morning. He didn’t even need to check the time to know that the alarm hadn’t sounded yet since he could still feel Cilan’s arms wrapped around him and his gentle breath on the back of his neck. Being careful not to wake the older male – as well as Pikachu who was curled up at the foot of the bed – Ash shifted slightly to get a little more comfortable, and to get the circulation going in his arm again, but stopped short when he felt something pressing against his lower back, his expression turning deadpan. He really hoped that wasn’t what he thought it was.

As per usual, just a minute later that annoying device on the bedside table began screeching loudly in an attempt to wake everyone in a ten mile radius. Ash couldn’t suppress a snicker when he heard a tired groan of complaint from behind before one of the connoisseur’s arms slipped off the younger boy’s body.

Since the alarm clock was on Ash’s side, Cilan had to lean over, pressing his body up against his back in order to reach it and turn it off. It was when he did that, that Ash felt that suspicious hard ‘thing’ press against him firmer. Oh yeah, it was definitely what he thought it was. “Morning,” he said softly now that he knew the other was awake.

Instead of getting out of bed right away, as he usually did, Cilan wrapped his arm around the smaller form again and nuzzled the back of his head. “G’morning,” he replied tiredly.

Ash gave a small frown. “Don’t you have work today?”

“Hm... I do. But I can spare a few minutes.”

With a small smirk he asked, “Just happy staying there?” while watching a drowsy looking Pikachu crawl up the bed, having probably been woken by the alarm too, and curl up next to him just below the pillow.

He could almost feel Cilan raise an eyebrow. “Kind of. How could you tell?”

“I’ve felt you jabbing me in the back since I woke up.”

The connoisseur chuckled softly and leaned over so that he could whisper in Ash’s ear. “Would you rather prefer it jabbing you somewhere else?”

Bright red in the face, Ash shot up suddenly, startling the poor mouse Pokémon next to him and leapt out of bed. “That’s it! I’m getting up!” he shouted, storming out of the bedroom.

Pikachu stared after him before glancing at Cilan looking confused. “Pikapi!” it cried, hopping down from the bed and running to catch up with its trainer.