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"I'm doing good! I think..." Shiron frowned, and then looked at Pleo with a smile. "You could say that, yeah. Wanted to take a walk, and then I ran into you guys! Which is nice, since I kinda, uh, wanted to know you two better, I just never had the time for it."

"...Great day, huh?" Shiron walked into the park, deciding not to spend so much time sulking anymore. Besides, the fresh air did him good. Or that's what his therapist told him. The Swampert walked on two legs, never liking the idea of going quadrupedal. Then he heard the duo talking to...

"...You're all welcome to try," Shiron muttered, looking at nowhere in particular. Might as well indulge them.

"...Honestly, I just want to stop feeling this upset," Shiron sighed, rubbing his arm. "I should probably find some booze to drink. It'll make me better."

"...Does it look like I'm alright?" Shiron lashed out, panting. He regretted that action soon after, and backed away from the two. Yes, Vix would come back. That didn't mean it didn't hurt, though.

Having a friend die once was painful enough. Having it happen again? He couldn't describe it without making a mess of his own thoughts. So instead, Shiron decided to let his brain run on auto-pilot and do what brains do in this situation: sulk. The mud fish threw himself in bed, grumbling and...

Lance blushed even more, and looked to the right. "...That was romantic, yes. And I enjoy you too."

"Glad you enjoy it, I guess?" Lance blinked, and gave him a wide grin.

"...Uh, a superpower?" Lance cringed at himself. "S-Sorry. Meggie mentioned that's what some humans called this type of thing."

Lance only hugged him tighter, embracing the sheer amount of floof that fox had. His tail was wagging much faster now, and Lance barked in excitement. "...I don't honestly believe in magic, but I'll take it."

"You dork..." Lance barked happily, wagging his tail even more. "It's... it's nice. You're like a body-sized pillow, or a chair, since I'm sitting on your lap..."

"Look, Kora... it's fine. He won't hurt me anymore, I've made sure of that." Lance nodded again, sitting on Kora's lap and hugging him. "And... thank you for being with me. I mean it."

Lance frowned, almost fuming at the idea. "...Kora, it's not you." He shrugged. His tail swished in frustration, and he looked down. "I'm not... sure why I'm having them now. Maybe I didn't fully put it behind me. Definetely not because of you, though. I really like your company."

Lance nodded. He pointed to the scar on his chest and grumbled. "I-I got this there. My captor forced me to fight a Houndoom." He winced, ears drooping at the question. He forced himself to answer it. "Sort of. After a whole month had passed, my captor just... threw me away. He threw me into...

Lance blushed, slowly wagging his tail. "Uh... s-sure. Sure, I can talk about it." It had been too long, so why did it still hurt? "...I got kidnapped as a kid. When I was eight."

"I-It's fine." Lance forced a smile. Shit, so Kora noticed the nightmare? Just great. "...Sorry, Kora. I just... had a nightmare about a terrible part in my life."

Lance panted faster, his entire breath was raspy and he shivered some more. Whatever he was dreaming about, it was bad. He even shed a tear. The Lucario woke up with a scream. He shouted and instinctively backed away from Kora, breathing quickly.

The canine didn't bother to wake up just yet, simply embracing Kora while mumbling complete nonsense. His dream hadn't ended yet. Then, he began to pant and sweat, shivering. Almost like he was scared of something.

Lance was sleeping on top of Kora. And peacefully, not even snoring. He just hugged his partner while sleeping and every so often, whispered something soft, some random compliment his mind thought of. Until he moved a bit. Not enough to raise suspicion, but just enough to be noticed. Then, he...

Posted this series of writing commissions I got. Also wrote(each is for a different comm) - 3000 words - 4000 words - 5000 words - 3300 words