The Powers That Be Ship Thee Brendan x Wally (Loverivalshipping)

A Day Together

Me: "I had the same reaction to that picture when I first encountered a FROWNING Azurill. WTF Pokémon? Is there a reason why you upset angels? And then create monsters that literally make me gag, like Garbodor? Or monsters that I have to turn the all the lights on in the house at night for, like Hypno?—I'm serious, people: look up Hypno on google images and prepare to sleep with the lights on. You wanna know what else Pokémon is responsible for? Giving children seizures with a banned episode featuring Porygon...Of course, I totally forgave them when they gave me a Togepi egg and an Eevee in SoulSilver. I mean, who can stay mad when they ply you with gifts like that?"

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Tomorrow's a brand new day, and the sun shining through the window brightly actually makes me feel...excited, even if, in the pit of my stomach, there's this aching concern for my parents. I tell myself that they'll be okay without me—they're grownups, right?

"Hey, Azure, let's go down for breakfast," Wally tells me after he finishes dressing. I hop down from his bed and follow him out of the room, still feeling that excitement that's now blossoming inside me, growing steadily. The wonder on my mind? What would it be like to live and battle as a pokémon?—the very question sends a thrill down my spine.

"Here, Azure." Wally sets my bowl of food down in front of me and proceeds to attend to Ralts, releasing it from its poké ball and setting about feeding it, too. You know, he's only called me 'Azure' three times this morning, but I can already see a tradition in the making—ESPECIALLY when Wanda takes note of the nickname, her eyes sparkling.

"Oh, Azure, you're so CUUUUTE! Here, I want you to have this." She bends down to my level and fastens an indigo ribbon around my neck, somewhat tightly since I don't really have a neck. Both Wally and I look down to inspect her work after she steps away. I'm thinking about gnawing it off my body—because I ain't no girl needin' no floofy collar—when I realize this is actually useful: the ribbon has a mystic water pendant attached to it that should boost my water type moves. Okay, now I'm fine with it. In fact, it's really a good idea since I'm not a water type, but I can use water type attacks. Now I'll be a valuable asset to Wally's team. I puff out my chest in a sudden burst of warm, fuzzy pride.

"Ooohhh, it likes it!" Wanda squeals and scoops me up. She presses her cheek to mine and starts rubbing vigorously. Ow! Psychopathic woman, you're rubbing my skin off! And I ain't no it!...I'm a DUDE...stupid woman...

"W-Wanda!" Wally complains and snatches me from her arms. Thank you, adorable, stuttering boy. Thank you. Did you know he sleeps with a night light?—I found that out last night while I was creepin' on him instead of sleepin'.

When Wally goes to set me down, I squeal a little bit, pretending like the floor is cold or something. I know it's kind of a baby move, but, hey, have you ever tried being carried around wherever you go? 'Cause you should.

"Wow, complete one eighty in attitude. First it's: No, Wally, I don't wanna stay with you. Next it's: Don't put me down, Wally. The floor's scary," Ralts mocks me. I just glare down at him from my pedestal like...five feet?—not good with numbers over here—above him. I am a king. Ralts, a peasant. And Wally? My warm pillow that is also soft on the eyes.

Because I am to be worshipped, Wally winds up holding me all through breakfast. I even get fed by hand AND told I'm cute. Yep, this is the good life. Mom just used to tell me to wake my lazy butt up and put my own pancakes in my mouth! Can you believe the heresy?! Mom...I refuse the next pellet of food that Wally offers me—I'm not hungry anymore.

"Alright, Azure...Ralts...let's go," Wally murmurs to us as he starts for the door. He seems to be REALLY soft-spoken around people, and it occurs to me that my current form is perhaps the only way I ever would've gotten to know him even if I had met him as a human...Hmm, sometimes I have to wonder if we're really in charge of our fates. Maybe this was all planned out by something far beyond me...