Right; the next 'A touch of gold' page will be released in about a week's time, for I am on a holiday. Sorry! Also; no cosplay updates for the same reason. Things I WILL do this week:
Create a logo for my DJ adventures *hurrrr*
Draw a benedict digimon digivolve sheet for cumbermon
Drink wine
Eat good stuff
swim
see wolves at my former employeething (had an internship).
I'll be online at times though, because WIFI in the house. (it's our own house yo.)
I needed some Cumbermon, so here! Have Benedict and his Pokemon doin cute, domestic stuff!
DISCLAIMER: I do not claim to be associated with anyone mentioned in this fic, nor do I claim to know intimately anyone mentioned! This is JUST FOR FUN. Jeez, if you don't like it, please refrain from leaving hate. Most kind of you.
I do not own Pokemon. If I did, I would have, like, ten of them in real life. And 50 Eevees.
Based on Benedict's Pokemon team here: http://beesonthesussexdowns.tumblr.com/post/67208406421/benedict-cumberbatchs-pokemon-team-new-edit
There's some slight pandering to my feederist tendencies.
With that said...TO THE FIC!
So hungry...sitting down to a nice dinner was all he could think about. Dinner, and then bed. He yawned and tightened his core, something he'd learned to do between takes of Sherlock. Try as he might, diet food just wasn't filling. He could drink enough coconut water for him to have to take a piss, didn't make a difference. One action scene, and he was hungry again. Of course, it's hard to tighten your core and climb up a flight of stairs to reach your flat. He sighed. Distantly, he heard the chime of a pokeball opening, the cry of his sylveon loud in the quiet stairwell. He'd been expecting it to pop out. He was hungry, after all, and that was enough to make him feel stressed.
"Hello," he said to sylveon as it climbed up the stairs next to him. It was a petite little thing, no bigger than a housecat, and the tips of its ears barely reached his calf. The sylveon chirped in concern and looked up at him with wide blue eyes. "Just hungry," Benedict explained, smiling. "Long day. I'm glad to be home." Sylveon chirped happily, raising its pink tail high in the air. It reached up its ribbons to try and catch hold of his hand, but that only worked with kids, really. He saw his sylveon interacting with Steven's boy, tickling his hands with its ribbons, but it couldn't quite reach his wrist. Still, it liked to get up to his shoulders that way.
Oh, what the hell.
"Come on, you," Benedict said fondly, bending slightly to allow Sylveon to grab hold and climb up. It acquiesced with a happy chirp and stood delicately on his shoulder.
At last, he came to the door of his flat and unlocked it. His ever-vigilant Samurott greeted him at the door with a gruff snort. "Hello, Sammy," Benedict said affectionately, scratching it behind its ears. He heard his Furfrou bark, and sure enough, he was suddenly assaulted by a bundle of orange fur. "Ah! Wait until I get inside!" He joked with a laugh, feeling Sylveon readjust itself and hiss at the intruder. Sure enough, it was his vulpix, whose next course of action was to start licking his face. "Quit it!" He chuckled, stroking the beast with his hand. "Hello, who wants to greet me next?" He saw his Milotic in the corner by the bedroom, standing vigilant like a protective mother. It nodded at him, and he nodded back.
His Phanpy circled his feet, making him chuckle as he bent to greet it. Furfrou bounded into him, knocking against his shoulder and sending him back against the door. This apparently gave jigglypuff permission to jump him as well. They were obviously happy to see their trainer.
"Hi, hello, ah, can I breathe, here?" He greeted affectionately, trying to give everyone a pet. "I missed you guys, too. Now, anyone hungry?"
All his pokemon chirped. Benedict chuckled. "Right, then. Let me up." He stood up slowly, feeling slightly dizzy as he rose. He'd barely eaten since breakfast...At his age, skipping meals wasn't impossible, but it was still difficult. His pokemon seemed to sense this-he could feel samurott and milotic at his elbows. "I'm fine," he protested as they righted him. Milotic nuzzled under his chin, and he smiled, feeling its calming vibes give him strength. "Thank you," he said to it, stroking its crest. It cooed at him, nuzzling into him a little. "Maybe I should make myself dinner first," he admitted. His pokemon nodded in understanding.
As it turned out, Benedict didn't have to do much preparation. Between them, the pokemon were able to help a lot. Before long, he was eating a nice filling meal and beginning to feel much better. Benedict finished his plate, hearing the satisfactory scrape of fork and knife against porcelain, and leaned back with a sigh. He was feeling much better now, and he could easily feed his very patient, loving pokemon team. He filled six bowls with pokechow and set them out in their customary spots before serving himself a little bit more of the rice he'd prepared. He sat on the couch and turned the telly on for a bit.
After they were all done eating, Benedict decided to turn in for the night. He got into his pyjamas and returned to bed, only to find that sylveon, furfrou, and vulpix had taken their customary spots, and the others were waiting patiently to be returned.
Benedict turned to Samurott. "Are you okay with a night watch?" Samurott nodded. Benedict took up the other pokeballs. "Jigglypuff, milotic, phanpy, return." He looked at the pokeballs in his hands. "Sleep well," he said, before setting them on the dresser.
With a yawn, Benedict got into bed and shut the light out. It had been a tiring day, and he'd have another one tomorrow, but as long as he had his pokemon with him, he would never feel alone.
