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3. responsibility
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Prompt: Any/Any/Getting drenched in the rain
Word Count: 800
Author/Team:badass_tiger
Title: Responsibility
Fandom/Original: Pokemon: Leon/Raihan
Rating: Gen
Triggers: NA
Summary: Leon is late, and it starts to rain.
ConCrit: Y
Raihan would never lay claim to the merit of responsibility. At the age of 10, he had set out to embark on his own Gym Challenge, and had never been to his hometown since. He plunged forward with what some would call recklessness - and so, the fact that he had to be the responsible one in the relationship, always watching out for Leon, didn’t sit well with him in the least.
Of course Leon looked out for him too. Leon looked out for everyone: the other Gym Leaders, young Trainers, and any kid he met who had even the slightest liking for Pokemon. But the thing about Leon was that he didn’t bother looking out for himself. That was how he was always getting lost. It wasn’t just that he didn’t know right from left. It was that he was too busy thinking about other people to think about himself.
Usually, Raihan wouldn’t be too worried if (when) Leon was late. It was 20 minutes from Hammerlocke Station to his flat, which Leon regularly translated into an hour-long walk. But today, a quarter of an hour after Leon texted him that he had arrived at the station, the sky began to darken. Duraludon began to get restless, so Raihan returned it to its Pokeball. It started raining just a few moments later. Within another 10 minutes, Raihan had grabbed an umbrella and ran out the door.
It was impossible to predict which way Leon would have gone from the station. He could be walking around in circles in the city centre for all Raihan knew. For a while, he only wandered aimlessly about the outside of the castle walls. He tried calling, but Leon didn’t answer. The rain beat down harder.
He sighed. ‘Why do I put up with this?’ he muttered. Of course, he knew the answer was that Leon was fucking hot, a magnanimous sportsman, a warm and generous soul, and overall perfect human being. It was often irritating, but mostly it was irresistible.
The wind picked up speed. Before Raihan could brace himself, it blew the umbrella out of his hand. He cursed. It was time for desperate measures. Flygon wouldn't appreciate being out in the rain, but it was the only Pokemon he had on him that could fly and scout the area for Leon.
Then he saw him. A lone figure eagerly leaning over a parapet as if he was a tourist visiting the city for the first time, completely oblivious to the rain. Honestly, how impossible could a man get? This wasn't even the floor of the city Raihan lived on.
Raihan walked up to him and said, 'I knew I’d find you doing the idiotic thing and not waiting the rain out indoors.’
Leon whipped around with a huge grin on his stupid face. ‘Raihan!’
They were both wet to the bone now, but having found Leon, Raihan no longer minded. He was used to the rain, after all.
‘What are you looking at?’ Raihan peered over the parapet, and Leon pointed. What the eye initially took to be a large leaf was a Lombre with its head bowed over a Whismur, shielding it from the rain. The rain pooled on the lilypad on its head and trickled out of the notch.
'Cute,' Raihan said. 'It looks like you.'
'How does it look like me?'
'You're both wet.'
'You're wet too,' Leon laughed.
'Yeah, but I didn't stay out in the rain to look at Pokemon.'
'If you're saying that I look like a Pokemon, and you came out here to look for me, doesn't that make you like me?'
Leon was wearing a sky-blue blazer over a navy dress shirt. Par for the course for Leon's poor dress sense, they didn't match very well. But Leon always wore semi-formal clothing when he came to meet Raihan or when Raihan came to meet him. It was a mark of the fact that Leon took their relationship seriously. Raihan sometimes felt guilty about that. He wasn't a relationship guy himself. Then again, he had come out in the rain to look for Leon despite the fact that Leon was unlikely to get himself into any trouble; and besides, trouble had the habit of sliding off Leon like - well, like water off a Psyduck's back. Maybe he was serious too, in his own way.
‘You’re an idiot,’ Raihan said and kissed him. Leon kissed him back as eagerly as if he was unaware of the water droplets sliding down their faces and mingling with one another. It was very uncomfortable.
He broke away and said, ‘Come on, let’s go before we both catch cold. I’ll lend you something to wear while your things dry.’
‘Or I could just not wear anything,’ Leon suggested with an air of innocence.
‘Yeah.’ Raihan slid an arm around his shoulders and led him away. ‘Sounds good.’
fallintofallfestivalPrompt: Any/Any/Getting drenched in the rain
Word Count: 800
Author/Team:
badass_tigerTitle: Responsibility
Fandom/Original: Pokemon: Leon/Raihan
Rating: Gen
Triggers: NA
Summary: Leon is late, and it starts to rain.
ConCrit: Y
Raihan would never lay claim to the merit of responsibility. At the age of 10, he had set out to embark on his own Gym Challenge, and had never been to his hometown since. He plunged forward with what some would call recklessness - and so, the fact that he had to be the responsible one in the relationship, always watching out for Leon, didn’t sit well with him in the least.
Of course Leon looked out for him too. Leon looked out for everyone: the other Gym Leaders, young Trainers, and any kid he met who had even the slightest liking for Pokemon. But the thing about Leon was that he didn’t bother looking out for himself. That was how he was always getting lost. It wasn’t just that he didn’t know right from left. It was that he was too busy thinking about other people to think about himself.
Usually, Raihan wouldn’t be too worried if (when) Leon was late. It was 20 minutes from Hammerlocke Station to his flat, which Leon regularly translated into an hour-long walk. But today, a quarter of an hour after Leon texted him that he had arrived at the station, the sky began to darken. Duraludon began to get restless, so Raihan returned it to its Pokeball. It started raining just a few moments later. Within another 10 minutes, Raihan had grabbed an umbrella and ran out the door.
It was impossible to predict which way Leon would have gone from the station. He could be walking around in circles in the city centre for all Raihan knew. For a while, he only wandered aimlessly about the outside of the castle walls. He tried calling, but Leon didn’t answer. The rain beat down harder.
He sighed. ‘Why do I put up with this?’ he muttered. Of course, he knew the answer was that Leon was fucking hot, a magnanimous sportsman, a warm and generous soul, and overall perfect human being. It was often irritating, but mostly it was irresistible.
The wind picked up speed. Before Raihan could brace himself, it blew the umbrella out of his hand. He cursed. It was time for desperate measures. Flygon wouldn't appreciate being out in the rain, but it was the only Pokemon he had on him that could fly and scout the area for Leon.
Then he saw him. A lone figure eagerly leaning over a parapet as if he was a tourist visiting the city for the first time, completely oblivious to the rain. Honestly, how impossible could a man get? This wasn't even the floor of the city Raihan lived on.
Raihan walked up to him and said, 'I knew I’d find you doing the idiotic thing and not waiting the rain out indoors.’
Leon whipped around with a huge grin on his stupid face. ‘Raihan!’
They were both wet to the bone now, but having found Leon, Raihan no longer minded. He was used to the rain, after all.
‘What are you looking at?’ Raihan peered over the parapet, and Leon pointed. What the eye initially took to be a large leaf was a Lombre with its head bowed over a Whismur, shielding it from the rain. The rain pooled on the lilypad on its head and trickled out of the notch.
'Cute,' Raihan said. 'It looks like you.'
'How does it look like me?'
'You're both wet.'
'You're wet too,' Leon laughed.
'Yeah, but I didn't stay out in the rain to look at Pokemon.'
'If you're saying that I look like a Pokemon, and you came out here to look for me, doesn't that make you like me?'
Leon was wearing a sky-blue blazer over a navy dress shirt. Par for the course for Leon's poor dress sense, they didn't match very well. But Leon always wore semi-formal clothing when he came to meet Raihan or when Raihan came to meet him. It was a mark of the fact that Leon took their relationship seriously. Raihan sometimes felt guilty about that. He wasn't a relationship guy himself. Then again, he had come out in the rain to look for Leon despite the fact that Leon was unlikely to get himself into any trouble; and besides, trouble had the habit of sliding off Leon like - well, like water off a Psyduck's back. Maybe he was serious too, in his own way.
‘You’re an idiot,’ Raihan said and kissed him. Leon kissed him back as eagerly as if he was unaware of the water droplets sliding down their faces and mingling with one another. It was very uncomfortable.
He broke away and said, ‘Come on, let’s go before we both catch cold. I’ll lend you something to wear while your things dry.’
‘Or I could just not wear anything,’ Leon suggested with an air of innocence.
‘Yeah.’ Raihan slid an arm around his shoulders and led him away. ‘Sounds good.’