Pokemon Oneshots

The Door to His Heart- SilverxReader

 WinterWolf1377, This is for your request on the previous book. I'm so sorry I took so long to get around to it! Hope you enjoy it!

 Question: Has Wattpad ever glitched out on you and you've lost a whole book?

 Answer: Yes, it's so frustrating!

 [Normal P.O.V.]

 Silver sighed and slid down the wall of his hotel room. A few tears slipped out of his eyes but he quickly wiped them away. "The man I loved and respected was evil all along. I wish I could've stopped him but I'm to much like him to do that... Like him! No, no, no! I refuse to believe I'm like him. We did both steal Pokemon though... And we were beaten by the same girl. I hope nobody sees me as anything close to being like him." Silver thought. He banged his head against the wall in frustration.

 Meanwhile, Y/n was getting in bed. As she did so she let her mind wonder. "It's been a while since I defeated Giovanni. Come to think of it, it's been a while since I've seen Silver too. It's been what, three months? I wonder how he's fairing."  Then something began banging on the wall. "Stupid couples," She thought. Y/n rolled over in bed wishing the noise away. Eventually it stopped, but she heard a faint "Ouch" through the thin walls and some ragged breathing, like the kind you get when you're holding back tears. She rolled out of bed, walked over to the wall, and sat down with her back against it. "You okay over there?" she asked. "Wha- Who are you?" An angry voice yelled. It was a young man's voice that sounded vaguely familiar, but she couldn't place who it belonged to. "A friend. What's wrong?" she replied gently. Silver decided that since the person on the other side couldn't see him to know who it was, he might as well tell them.

 " My father was put in jail a couple months ago and I'm just now realizing how alike we are. I can't help but wonder if people see me like they see him, a criminal" For Y/n all the pieces fell into place. Father put in jail a few months ago, the familiar voice, criminal. "Silver?" "Do I know you?" "Yes, Sil, you do," she replied, using the nickname only she called him by. "Y-y/n? Uggg!" "I just confessed my fears and doubts to her. Now she's gonna think I'm weak." Silver thought to himself. "If I came over to your room, would you let me in?" Y/n asked her rival, having nothing but making him feel better on her mind. Silver told himself he should say no, but he found the word "Yes," slipping out of his mouth. Y/n heard the brokenness in his voice and she immediately ran next door and knocked. 

 The moment Silver opened the door he was enveloped in a hug. His arms hung limp at his sides until the young lady stopped hugging him. "Don't ever compare yourself to Giovanni! You aren't like your father," Y/n lectured as Silver closed the door. Silver stood with his back facing her instead and asked, "How? How am I not like him? We are thieves and our personalities are both dull," the young man ranted. "Silver look at me." He turned to face the young lady in front of him and stared into her e/c eyes. "The difference between you and your father is your heart. The way I see it Giovanni abandoned you, not the other way around. He was hurting you, you had to go. Your father stole things and never gave them back. You tried to give Feraligatr back even though it would have torn you apart. You righted your wrongs. I couldn't be prouder of you for that! And your personality isn't dull, Sil. You may hide your true feelings well, but the first time I saw you smile at your Pokemon warmed my heart. You are special, don't you ever forget that," Y/n lectured. Silver stared at her like she had gone mad. "You're proud... Of me?" "Yes! I wouldn't have been able to do it and yet, you were willing to."

 Silver fell to the ground with a heavy sigh. "It sometimes helps to tell someone what you're feeling. I'm here for you," Y/n said sitting in front of the red head. "It feels like there's a weight on my chest. It won't leave no matter what I do." "When was the last time you cried? Like, more than a few tears." Silver flinched at the unexpected question. When was the last time he cried? "I-I don't know." Y/n wrapped her arms around the unsuspecting young man if front of her. "Then let it out," she whispered. Immediately Silver started sobbing and he threw his arms around Y/n, clutching the back of her nightshirt. His tears soaked Y/n's clothes, but she didn't mind. If it would make him feel better, she'd do anything. She stroked his hair, hoping I'd help a little. Soon enough, Silver's sobs died down and the weight on his chest was lifted. He felt better, but different. Like a new world of possibilities had opened up to him. He held Y/n tighter, surprising her, and buried his head in the crook of her neck. "Y/n, would you be my... Would you be my friend?" Silver stuttered, never having asked such a question before. "Sil, there's nothing I would like better."

 After that night Silver would eventually go on to confess his love for her, propose, and marry her; for that night she had not only knocked on the door to his room, but the door to his heart as well. And he had opened it, like he always would for her. But Y/n wouldn't be the only girl he loved forever. Eventually he loved two other girls, and they would call him 'father'. When they got older, anyway. Right now Y/n and Silver are rocking their twin girls to sleep, singing a song they both loved.

 "Well, if you get there before I do.

 Coming for to carry me home! 

Tell those angels, I'm a coming too. 

Coming for to carry me home! 

Swing low, sweet chariot, coming for to carry me home! 

Swing low, sweet chariot, coming for to carry me home!"

 Silver sighed contentedly as his wife and daughters fell asleep. This was all he could ever ask for and more. He knew being a father would be a challenge, but he looked forward to every minute of it. "What did I ever do to deserve this?" he thought before drifting off to sleep.