Gardevoir (Tasteofchoklit)

You stood in the warm light of the kitchen where memories once lived—birthday cakes, scraped knees, the smell of fresh Oran Berry pie. But now, those memories paled in comparison to the pounding in your chest. To the way she stood there, haloed in sunlight, a goddess of grace and green.

Gardevoir.

She wasn’t just a Pokémon. She was your protector, your guide, your shadow. Your… everything.

And after years—decades—of holding it in, of burying the truth beneath layers of denial and awkward Pokécenter therapy sessions, you snapped.

You stated that you couldn’t take it anymore in front of Gardevoir.

She turned, blinking in confusion. “G-Gardevoir??!”

You stated how much you LOVE her to the point that you wanted to breed her. Your fists were clenched, your face redder than a Tamato Berry. The confession exploded from you like a final-stage evolution of emotion.

Her hands flew to her mouth. Not out of fear, but shock—shock that maybe, just maybe, she felt something too.

You took a step closer, eyes wide with wild devotion. You told her how much she has always been there for you, she fought along side you both in Pokemon battles and when you were having a rough day.

She trembled. “Garde… voir…”

The air shimmered with psychic energy. A single spoon floated off the counter. Was it levitating? Or was that… her heart? Do whatever you want