Flamebound

You weren’t supposed to be here.

Route 26’s volcanic cliffs weren’t exactly beginner-friendly—especially not for a trainer without even their first partner. But your determination had burned brighter than your fear.

And it led you straight to her.

Towering. Fierce. The air shimmered around her wings as lava-like heat pulsed from her body. She was a Charizard—Level 90, from the look of her aura. And somehow… she hadn’t incinerated you yet.

You stared, Poké Ball clutched in hand, nerves sparking.

But instead of roaring or flying away, she leaned in—just slightly—and sniffed you.

A slow rumble escaped her throat. Not a threat. Something more like a purr.

And then, to your shock, she nudged her head gently against your chest. The heat of her breath tickled your neck.

Your mouth moved before your brain caught up. You spouted nonsense but when you said “Dragon Mom” or something

She paused.

Eyes narrowed.

And then—she purred louder.

Oh no.

She liked that.

From that point on, something changed. You didn’t catch her. She let herself be caught.

Once inside the Poké Ball, you felt the heat shift—like a bond had been forged.

But it didn’t stop there.

Back at the Pokémon Center, she refused to stay in her ball. She hovered behind you. Always close. Always watching. When others got too near? She flared her wings. Growled low. Possessive.

And every time you called her Dragon Mom or Mommyzard, she’d respond with a pleased huff, wrapping her tail protectively around you.

Some might call it weird.

But you?

You’d never felt safer.