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Care (Human!Giratina x Reader)

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Your eyes fluttered open, being greeted with an unfamiliar white ceiling. You heard a familiar irritated grunt coming from beside you. You began to sweat a little in guilt. You started to push yourself up with the one arm that did not hurt, feeling red eyes watching your every movement. You started to laugh nervously, cradling your broken arm and looking at the wall opposite of the male next to you.

You began to sweat a tad bit more due to the intimidating glare and aura coming from your boyfriend sitting on a stool beside you. You now sat upright in the white hospital bed, a still a little groggy. Your arm was in a sling and slightly throbbed with pain. You started to scratch the back of your head awkwardly, uncomfortable in the atmosphere.

"...Hi," You faced your lap, looking at your white haired lover with your peripheral vision. His eyes narrowed, the flames in the blood red orbs intensifying. His fairly pale hands balled into fists and you could sense the extreme amount of blood lust in the air. You suddenly knew you were going to die and you started to see your life flashing before your eyes. You started regretting all the sins you have committed.

"Woman. You were pushed off a cliff and made me almost kill a man, and all you have to say is hi?!" Kieran growled, gripping your thin hospital sheets and to the point of his knuckles whitening. You flinched, sitting up straighter. "What? You almost killed someone?" You gawked, thinking of the clumsy teenage boy accidentally knocking you off the rocky cliff. The Giratina nodded glumly as you face-palmed. "You could get charged for assault or attempted murder, you know," you sternly said, staring into your boyfriend's eyes disappointingly.

He let go of your blankets and looked away, glaring at the wall. "I was banished to the Distortion World for a reason, stupid." You rolled you eyes playfully. It also seemed he still wouldn't drop the slightly rude nicknames even if you were injured. It's not like you really minded; you got used to his little names for you so they didn't affect you. Besides, you were the only one he would call those names. Maybe it was his version of couple pet names.

Silence fell before the two of you, and you took this time to think about what happened. It was sunset and the two of you were sightseeing on a cliff above the ocean since the Giratina insisted. You remember getting a little accidental shove from a running teenage boy and losing your balance. The last thing you recall was falling for a while and landing sideways with your hand slightly outstretched into water, you noted, explaining your broken arm. You were lucky you didn't fall into any rocks, you suppose. Your head throbbed slightly, and you reached up and felt around, feeling a fairly large bump on the side in which you fell in. You guessed you didn't suffer any brain damage.

"...Oi." You looked at your boyfriend curiously, snapping out of your thoughts. He was still facing the wall, his cheeks coated with pink. "I-I was really fucking worried. I didn't like feeling like that, s-so you owe me big time, brat." Actually, on second thought, you might've suffered some brain damage. You were surprised he would admit that, assuming it wasn't your imagination, and you began to chuckle quietly, trying to mask that you were flustered by that one comment.

"Could you say that again?" You asked, only to get a flower tossed somewhat harshly at your face, hearing him scoff. You picked up the flower that had fallen to your lap and identified it as a daisy. You stared at the back of Kieran's head and started to become flustered. What a pain. Your face started to heat up rapidly and you covered it with your unbroken arm and the white daisy, looking at your lap embarrassed.

You swear your boyfriend's little acts of kindness and love would be the death of you. Your heart painfully beat in your chest erratically. Thank Arceus you were in the hospital; you could get help for when you get cardiac arrest right away. Seriously, he is such a pain. If only you knew that love was this physically painful earlier, you would've not fallen in love. But, since you're already this deep in love, all you could do is go along with the flow. Your little chuckles began to evolve to genuine laughter. Kieran? Worried? That really warmed up your heart, happy tingles shooting across your body.

You tried to quiet down, though. In result, your body started to rack with your now silent cackles painfully. You knew you wouldn't last much longer. Kieran's head snapped towards yours, and to your surprise, his face equally as red and flushed as yours. You made eye contact and scanned his bashful face. It looked as if he was struggling to keep an angry face. That made your laughs even harder to control. You were grinning like an idiot behind your hand which covered your mouth. The daisy had fallen onto your arm sling. "S-stop looking at me, dammit!" You couldn't hold it back anymore.

You burst out laughing, tossing your head back and onto the back of the hospital bed. "Hahaha!" You pounded the mattress with your healthy arm as Kieran watched you, his face showing his tomato red blush and poorly hidden worry. You shuddered from the force of your laughter, in a little pain. Red eyes scanned you in an uneasy fashion. "S-stop making fun of me, dammit! Shut up already!" The voice of your significant other was a little sheepish, making you snicker a bit. "You shouldn't move that much, y-you're still hurt." The man you were in love with scolded you quietly, surprising you slightly and making you fall a little more in love. Your eyes sparkled, blissful that he was worried for you. You were being a little selfish right now; you wanted him to be like this for you all the time and only for you. You wanted to be the only one to make him feel this way.

"Say that again!"

"S-shut up!"




You learned you were knocked out for a day and that you could leave as soon you woke up. You also learned it would take around six weeks for your arm to recover from the fall and that the Giratina was by your side for the whole day you were out, never leaving you. The latter bit of information was heartwarming, kind of disturbing, and concerning. You were happy he was that worried to stay by you, but being watched for that long would be a little creepy and worrisome if he didn't leave to eat or use the bathroom. 

You stepped out of Kieran's car and onto the asphalt driveway. Flying around with Kieran's hidden wings in the bright blue sky would cause people to be spooked out seeing two people floating. You looked at your and your boyfriend's cute and small house. The two of you had been dating for a while and wanted a slightly bigger place to live in. Home sweet home. As the both of you entered the house, a thought occurred to you. With your dominant hand injured, who would do the cooking? You froze up, gaining the attention of the Poké-human. 

"Why'd you stop moving, idiot?" The somewhat annoyed voice of the Giratina rang in your ears. You slowly turned your head towards him, your facial expression of pure horror. He looked at you, clearly confused on what was wrong. His eyebrows were furrowed together and his blood red eyes were squinted, analyzing you.

"You look like you just saw someone shoot a Lilipup."

"Maybe because what I realized is almost as bad."

You pointed at the kitchen with your uninjured hand. "Who's going to cook?" He stared at you then turned to look at the kitchen. "Me." You looked at him in disbelief, only to have him turn his head away. You glared at his white hair, sure he felt your stare. You were definitely not letting your boyfriend cook or be anywhere near the kitchen, much less the stove.

You were thinking he would suggest one of your friends to cook, but not himself. "Kieran, the last time you did, you almost burnt down the house," you pointed out, remembering the time when he managed to set water on fire. It was very impressive and very troubling. You could sense his mouth start to open to protest, so you started to speak before your boyfriend could.

"If you say something like 'I'm way better now, I can do it', I'll kick your balls so hard the dentist will be picking my toes from inbetween your teeth."

"(Y/N)," Kieran groaned in irritation, becoming more impatient with you. "You can't cook either," he pointed out, making you scoff since you knew he was right. You crossed your arms as best as you could and looked away, unfazed on how he now decided to use your name. Arceus, your name rolled of his tongue perfectly. Being slightly more nicer would not change your mind in letting him cook. Probably. You had a weakness to the nice side of your boyfriend. You brought your hand up to your mouth, slightly nibbling on your thumb's nail; fidgeting.

You were a little tight on money, and you did not want to buy a whole new kitchen at the moment. You just bought a one thousand dollar stove just recently. You also replaced the sink. Hospital bills were also expensive; your visit's cost adding up to several hundred. "You were always a little too violent towards food, Kieran. I told you to cut a potato in half and you gave me mashed potatoes. Like you said, you were banished to the Distortion World for a reason."

The man turned his head to look at you, his red eyes still averted from yours. He was frowning in disapproval. Maybe you took that comment a little too far. "I-I want to care for you since you always cared for me, so let me do this... you damned brat." Your thumb fell from your lips. Your eyes widened watered up a bit.

"W-w-what?" Your face became increasingly hot. Did Kieran just say something cute? It's almost as if this were a fanfiction.

The Giratina's face started to turn into the color of his eyes. "I'm not repeating what I said, you deaf rascal!" The both of you covered your faces and looked away, highly flustered. You knew you lost this one. You didn't particularly like losing, but he is just... You ran your uninjured arm through your hair, feeling uncomfortably hot all of a sudden. Your heart beat rapidly in your chest and you tried to hide your bashfulness by glaring at the wall. You shoved your hand into your sweater pockets abruptly.

"... Just don't burn down the kitchen." You stalked off to your room, gripping the small white daisy in your pocket.




"Moron."

You looked up from your book, glaring at the door. "What do you want? I just got to the good part." You mumbled the last part, quickly reading the last few sentences of the chapter. You stayed in your room and went to finish a book you had put off for a month already. You wondered why you didn't supervise Kieran as he cooked. You just felt as if you didn't need to.

"I have... chicken noodle soup." His muffled voice muttered through your white wooden door. You placed your white daisy in the book to mark your page in your slightly worn out book. You set it down on your bedside cabinet, excited. You pushed yourself up from your lying position with your unbroken arm. You paused as you were halfway up from your bed; you didn't want to seem to eager for his food. It would be embarrassing to show him that you were actually anxiously anticipating for the cooking you were against him doing. He might make fun of you for the rest of eternity. You coughed quietly and composed yourself, sitting back down on the edge of your bed.

"You hesitated. Are you sure you made chicken noodle soup?"

"No." 

You snickered a bit at his immediate answer.

"Is it poisonous?"

Even if it was poisonous, you would still eat it. You would die happy. It's not everyday he gives you stuff; he almost never makes you stuff (mainly because he destroys it in a fit of rage before it reaches you).

"... Just open the door, dammit. My arms are starting to become sore." You chuckled at this.

"Your arms are sore? My arm is broken." You said, walking over to the wooden door and opening it, revealing a worn out Kieran, a tray of steaming soup, and a few slices of bread. You eyed the chicken noodle soup, noting that it had a purplish tint to it. "Yo, Kieran. What did you put in the soup?" You chuckled, stepping aside from the open doorway and letting your boyfriend in. He set the tray on a folding TV tray table, letting out a sigh of relief when no liquid spilled during the action.

You sat down on a chair, Kieran copying your actions. You both sat quietly for a bit, not knowing what to do. You wanted to dig in but also you didn't want to seem like you enjoyed it. "When are you gonna eat, dammit? The food's gonna get cold." He shoved a spoon into your hand, breaking the silence. You glared at him, realizing a thing. "My dominant hand is broken, Kieran. I suck at using my non-dominant hand to eat as well." You deadpanned, looking at him in the eye. You weren't particularly bad at using your non-dominant hand, but you wanted to see if Kieran would volunteer to feed you. You didn't expect him to, though. You just wanted to poke fun at him.

He was frozen for a bit, looking deep in thought. You were confused; according to your predictions, he should be saying something like "I know you can use your hand, dumbass!" or "So? Just eat it you damned idiot!". You just kind of stared with a puzzled look at his red eyes, which were looking away. 

After a uncomfortable minute passed by, you just had about enough with your jumbled thoughts.

"Hey Kier-" A hand snatched the spoon out of your hands and dipped into the liquid. You stared in shock as the spoon positioned itself in front of your mouth. "S-shut up and eat." Kieran glared at you with furiousity meant to intimidate you. You were actually a little intimidated this time. "Okay," you opened your mouth. The metal spoon was shoved into your mouth and you slightly gagged at it. You glared at your boyfriend halfheartedly and tasted the soup.

Your eyes widened as the spoon pulled out of your mouth. Kieran looked at you with a hopeful look in his eyes, wishing for praise.

"Kieran... It tastes horrible." You smiled as you coughed a bit. It actually did. It tasted like death. You wondered on how he was able to make a simple chicken noodle soup into a what seemed like a poison of death used by the highest witches in fantasy. Kieran is truly impressive, you concluded. Kieran's hopeful look was replaced with a disappointed look. "I'm not a chef or anything, damn you."

You grinned cheekily at him, taking the spoon. "You're gonna eat too. You didn't eat anything at all today, either." You filled the spoon with the murky liquid and pushed it past his lips, earning a muffled grunt of surprise. Waiting a few seconds, you pulled it out and dropped it on the tray. Kieran's face was of pure disgust.

"Yeah, you're right."

You stared at him. "You thought I was lying?"

"Yeah."

Sighing, you shook your head. "You think I'm a liar? I'm hurt."

"It's not that- wait. Didn't you just feed me? If you can do that, you can feed yourself, you liar!" Kieran looked at you in disbelief.

"W-wait! I'm not a liar! You're just gullible." You denied.

"You liar! I'm not gullible!"

"W-well, um. I still want you to feed me." You bashfully looked away. How embarrassing.

"No. I don't feed liars."

You stared at your boyfriend in sadness. "But Kieran-"

"Shut up. No." Kieran stood up and started to walk out of the bedroom. Your eyes were widening in panic; you still wanted him to feed you and if he stepped out of the room, you knew he wasn't going back in.

"Kieran, I love you!" 

Kieran froze and turned to look back at you, his face already a deep shade of red. You smiled slightly at this. "I-I know that! A-and... That's not gonna make me feed you, stupid," Kieran bowed his head and stared at his feet as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. You sighed.

"If you don't feed me, that means you don't love me too," you said with mock sadness in your tone. You heard a tsk from the male. You swear if he took you seriously again you would explode-

"Okay, okay! Shut up!" Kieran plopped back in his chair and picked up the spoon, not looking at you. You sat there frozen once again. Wow, isn't he full of surprises today?

"Kieran, you idiot! You're gonna kill me!" You clutched your chest with your hand, looking at your boyfriend angrily. Your heart was beating faster and faster by the second. He looked back at you, baffled. "What did I do? You're gonna kill me, saying that you love me out of the blue!" Kieran glared menacingly at you. You two engaged in a intense staring contest, in which Kieran won.

Scoffing, you tried to suppress the smile tugging at your lips. "Come on, the soup isn't going to finish itself." Unknown to you, Kieran was doing the same.

"Whatever. And, by the way," Kieran paused, dipping the spoon into the food. He raised it out of the liquid and positioned it in front of your mouth once more.

You eyed him with suspicion, but didn't say anything. Kieran pushed the spoon into your mouth.

"I love you too." 
hellooo!!! i am alive! Emoji06 

im so sorry for not posting for a while; i did post a human!absol x drunk!reader while ago, but it disappeared in my stash and in my gallery... Emoji26 im too sad and lazy to make it again

heres a human!giratinaxreader! this had been sitting around in my stash unfinished for a month now no kidding/// i had about three other different versions of this, and i might finish them and post them! i absolutely adore giratina i mean giratina is my favorite pokemon of all time no kiddingEmoji04 

aaaa well, i hope you enjoyed reading it! i might also go on another hiatus due to my never ending writing block and school...... anyway, sorry for the rushed ending! i felt as if i needed to post something SO SORRY FOR NOT MAKING FICS FOR A VERY LONGGG TIME Emoji26 

ok! that said, have a nice day! i wish for you to have no artist block and for you to find some better fanfiction!

disclaimer: i do not own any of the characters; you belong to giratina and giratina belongs to pokemon ;D
© 2015 - 2024 hiimcookie
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TheRavenclawEevee's avatar

Is it bad that Kieran in this fic makes me think of Bakugou?

Because he kinda does...[BnHA] Bakugou #7