"My god Espeon, what's wrong with you?" You hiss at your boyfriend, dragging him around yet another corner to get him farther away from the shop that he had just wreaked havoc in. Finally you stop in a small side alcove meant for tired mall-goers to take a break in. Since it was late and the area was all but empty, you figured it would be a nice private place to have a little... "chat" with Espeon. His expression is dark and his face as still as stone, but he refuses to look at you and that only serves to make you more angry. "Are you kidding me right now? That was totally unacceptable!"
"They deserved it." Your mouth dropped open at his statement and he finally locks eyes with you, anger burning behind them. You take a step back, upset, but then take a step forward again, refusing to give an inch to his ridiculously childish attitude. You can't believe he'd pull the same excuse, again, because of something so utterly stupid.
"Are you serious? So what if they were hitting on me?" Your voice cracks with anger and disbelief as you square yourself, anger visible in your posture and body language. "Espeon, it happens sometimes! You get hit on in front of me too, and I don't go around breaking those girls' jaws! Just because they said a few weird things and whistled doesn't mean you get to psychic them, or shove their heads through card board cut outs of pop stars, or break their stupid face bones!" You're practically vibrating with fury just thinking about what just went on. You're glad that the three guys and the store let you off with just paying for their bills and broken items, instead of calling the police.
You had just wanted to go clothes shopping, and you were really excited about showing him a specific outfit that you knew he'd like- all purple an white and cute, something right up his alley- but when you had come out of the changing rooms you had immediately gotten some rude comments and whistles from men several years older than you. You had felt more than a little bit uncomfortable and pretty disgusted at their unwanted advances, but Espeon had taken that irritation to a whole other level. That is to say, he went for them instantly and caused chaos in the store.
The worst part was that it honestly wasn't the first time he'd punched or kicked or otherwise started a fight with someone who was rude to you. Not to say he did it all the time, but some days he had a little more trouble controlling his frustration. It made you really mad, because you know that he's a good guy, you know that he's better than this, but violence is something that he always used to resort to as a Pokemon and it's something he still resorts to without a second thought. You look up at him, frustration building in your chest. "Why do you feel the need to do things like this? Irresponsible and reckless and stupid? I know you're better than this! I just don't know why you do it!"
"I don't know how those guys would find someone like you attractive."
His insult is quiet, a whisper so soft that it barely escapes his mouth, but you hear it loud and clear. Your eyes widen and he looks away from you again, his face tense. Tears spring to your eyes and all your anger rushes out, only to be replaced by the feeling of betrayal and pain ripping at your heart. You step forward, your eyes leaking tears and your face a mixture of hurt and anger. Without thinking you reel your arm back to swing your hand across his face, hard. "You jerk-!"
But before you can make contact with his cheek, he snatches your wrist in one of his hands. His other hand lands roughly on your shoulder and pushes you back until your back comes in connects with the wall behind you. You jerk your teary face away and squeeze your eyes shut, not wanting to look at him as he gets close. "Do you want to try that again?" When his words come, they come quietly from somewhere just above your ear- his breath hitting the skin of your neck in warm puffs.
And then, shockingly, you feel his lips against yours. They're warm and soft and loving, not too rough and not too light. You want to resist at first, to tell him off for being so horrible, but you can feel his emotions course through you as your lips touch. All the sorrow, all the frustration, all the love pouring into you as he tries to say with a kiss what he's having a horrid time explaining through speaking. And slowly, you melt into it. Your hands reach up and clench around the fabric of his shirt, your body moving closer to his with each passing second- you let yourself be persuaded into calming down.
Finally, when your hearts are beating quickly for a whole different reason than anger, he pulls away. "I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean- I would never mean that- That was awful of me, I'm so sorry." He looks down at you with all the compassion and care that you could have ever wished for, and you wipe your eyes before you can start crying again.
"Me too... I know I was mad but hitting you would never prove my point- I'm so sorry, could you ever forgive me? I don't ever want to see you hurt. That's why you fighting everyone that looks my way has me so scared- Never let me do that ever again." You're pulled into a hug that absolutely engulfs your body with Espeon's and you can feel that he's shaking with emotion. Or is that you? Either way, in his arms, you're happy and nothing else seems to matter. As long as he'll forgive you with that, then you'll forgive him with three little words.
"Yeah. I love you."
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The cures of new beginnings (Pokehuman X reader)
FanfictionA curses is spreading across the regions! Although few and far between, Pokémon have started turning into humans! ... but it isn't as bad as it seems.
