Title: Cupid's Arrow
Pairing: Championshipping (Lance x Red)
Theme: #1, Arrow
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: AU, het, established relationship
Summary: Red writes an essay on Shakespeare and Lance makes him arrow-shaped pancakes of love.
"How will she love, when the rich golden shaft hath killed the flock of all affections else…?" Red recited, before he put down his copy of Twelfth Night. "Lance, this makes no sense whatsoever. How am I supposed to write an essay on love? Is he talking about duck hunting or something?"
Lance choked. "Not exactly, Red." She supposed that Shakespeare was difficult, but mostly she thought he was overrated.
"Then what is it?"
"If I help you interpret the novel, wouldn't that count as plagiarism?" The Dragon Master asked practically.
He drooped. "Aww…"
There was an uncomfortable silence, before he spoke again.
"But I hate Shakespearean language…"
"Well, basically, Orsino loves Olivia who he knows he can't have because he's in love with the idea of being in love instead of liking her."
"Oh! And he writes bad love poetry?"
"… That too," Lance shrugged.
"Great!" Red's eyes lit up. "Okay then. So he's saying that Cupid shot him with an arrow, or at least that's my guess, and now he loves Olivia even though he doesn't want to, and that's why he can't fall in love with Viola…"
"Not quite." Lance sighed. "Perhaps we should rent the movie. That might help."
"There's a movie?"
"In that case, I'll just watch that instead!"
While Red excitedly dialed the rental service, Lance poured another cup of tea. She sipped the scalding liquid slowly. Half an hour later, a rider on a Pidgeot arrived with the DVD, and Red excitedly ran to the living room and claimed the television set. Agatha simply looked up from her knitting wool with a flat stare as he began to watch.
Three hours later, Red was in a much better mood as he sat in front of his laptop, fingers busily tap-tapping away. He barely noticed Lance come in with a tray of sandwiches and tea, but he thanked the older Trainer with a bright grin and helped himself to tuna fish.
This would work!
At twelve A.M., he closed the word file with a slight grimace and submitted it online, before he stood, stretching with a yawn. She was already asleep, and Red grinned as he went to shower, changing into his Pikachu-print pajamas before he climbed in bed with his wife, snuggling up against her. Moments later, he was fast asleep, dreaming of flowers falling from the sky.
When he woke up the next morning, he found that Lance had made him little pancakes cut into arrow shapes, covered with honey and strawberry jam. He cheered as he cuddled against his lover, eating little bites.
"Better now," She asked.
Red nodded enthusiastically, especially when he logged onto his English class website later and discovered he had gotten a B+ on the essay. "I love you. You're wonderful, Lance!"
"I'm glad. At least we're not a tragic couple like Romeo and Juliet."
He pulled a face. "We're reading that next. Is there a video for that one too?"
"Oh, several, so no worries." She reassured him with a smile. "I personally prefer the more traditional version. But let's not talk about homework, now. Would you like another pancake?"
Red opened his mouth with a smile, not protesting when Lance followed it up with a kiss. Why mess with something so perfect?
Shoyko: O.O FLUFF?
Phantomness: What? I can write fluff too!
Red: *Huggles Lance*