Here it is! When the one shot takes place will be in the title; possible spoilers in the future so you are warned. Will gladly take suggestions
Movie Night (Takes place chapter 13)
Angel never understood the purpose of movies. Why watch actors fake an adventure when you could up and go on one yourself? Why watch animated pokemon prance around the screen when you could take a walk into the forest and see some real ones for yourself?
Yet she somehow ended up sulking in Cynthia's room holding the bowl of popcorn as her foster mother ran around like a torchic with their head cut off. The child placed the oversized bowl onto Cynthia nightstand and plucks at her new onesie pajamas. The older blonde had forced her into them, thinking it too adorable to not humiliate the child with.
A click sounds in the background and Cynthia giggles at her Angel's pouty face.
The pajamas were based off a garchomp. The hoodie sported the blue horn adornments and little fabric spike protrude from the arms and legs.
"Why am I wearing this?"
"Because it's cute," Cynthia replies as she pushes The Pyroar King into the movie player.
Angel squeals as Cynthia grabs her and swings her before placing he on the bed. The sheets are pulled back and the champion slides under the covers with her child. She dims the light with her remote before nodding at the platinum to click the play button on the DVD player remote.
The first scene starts and Angel rolls her eyes at the sunrise scene and opted to bury her face into her mother's side instead.
"At least humor me."
Angel huffs and stares at the screen.
"This doesn't make sense. Pyroar pride casts the male litleos out for self-discovery. He should be gone by now, not singing about being king."
"Angel love it's a movie." She places a finger on the child's protesting lips, "Shush and just enjoy the movie."
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The violet eyes droop as Angel tries to make it through One Hundred and One Furfrou. The child lays curled in Cynthia's lap and jerks her noggin when it starts drooping on its own accord.
"You know they made this into a live action?"
"They're crazy to keep over a hundred young furfrou on the same set. I've been to the PR studio, keeping one pokemon under control while their trainer's in the dressing room is hard enough."
Angel grimaces as the young pokemon roll around in the fire cinders. She knows it's fake, heck it's a cartoon for ponyta sake, but one hundred and one white coats turned black.
Cynthia looks down at the child to ask her opinion of the movie only to see the white locks blanketing her eyes and soft snores echoed from her mouth. She giggles to herself quietly before curling her arms under the small body and places her baby next to her. The blonde shuts the T.V off and flicks the remnants of the popcorn off her bed before settling down for sleep.