I have no clue why I chose to continue this, probably something to do with the shit-ton of views it got. Anywho, I *heart Negaishipping and If you have a problem go back to yo' obsolete Pokeshipping or whatever. This one doesnt really have much of an idea behind it, just a little experiment
Cilan sighed heavily for what seemed like the tenth time that day, and found himself wondering, as he so often did in situations like these, when exactly his job had turned from travelling connoisseur to nanny/overseer-of-teenage-couple-with-hormones-bursting-from-their-ears. A few minutes ago he'd caught Ash and Iris in a bush, far from camp, cuddling in a highly pg-rated manner.
Cilan figured this was the result of another of their arguments-turned-make-out-sessions, and once more wondered why he even bothered to oversee them like this, instead of leaving them to their machinations. Yet Cilan was not at all a selfish person, and he genuinely did want to ensure that his companions didnt do something they would regret later. That, and he was afraid of being ripped to shreds by a horde of Druddigon, sent by the denizens of the dragon village ,for letting their prodigy get impregnated under his watch. At the moment he was walking back to camp with both Ash and Iris's hands firmly held in his, and, more importantly, off each other. Ignoring their obstinate whimpers, pleading their innocence, and trying to convince him that what he'd caught them in the midst of was actually an advanced wrestling-type competition. How incredibly stereotypic of them to, even now, deny their blatantly extra-platonic relationship. In retrospect, Cilan had to admit this was pretty much his own fault. How he cursed the existence of that overly-idealistic alter-ego of his, that had somehow convinced him that bringing a new love into the world was an act of uncorrupted nobility, and had subsequently made him push his two teenagers together. Oh how hopelessly naiive of him. Cilan resolutely vowed to never make them any more romantic, twilight meals, lest he end up further solidifying their relationship.
15 minutes later, when the group was back at their camp, and Cilan was sure Iris and Ash's couple-ish activities wouldn't exceed talking and holding hands, when they thought he wasn't looking of course, he set about making lunch. It was here that he had another of his customary mood swings. He couldn't really help it though, seeing the teenage couple talking happily, giggling at odd intervals, fingers wrapped around each other, under the table obviously, made Romeo, his over-romantic alter-ego surface again, and tantalize him with images of 30-year old Iris and Ash, and himself sitting on a dinner table with 4, crazy-haired children running around his legs, calling him "uncle Cilan" in high-pitched chirps. With this the last of Cilan's resolve abruptly faded, and he immediately set about making an overly-sweet Mago berry cake, decorated with icing hearts, in the most disgustingly romantic manner he could think of. This he flamboyantly deposited in front of Iris and Ash, before walking off into the forest, under the pretext of getting some cooking ingredients.
When Romeo's influence had died down a bit, Cilan returned to the camp. He shouldn't really have been surprised when he returned to find the couple lying on the table, ardently kissing, the cake having long been forgotten.