Lying Deep in Fantasy

Hello! Yes <3 I’ve never been the biggest Pokemon fan so I’m personally not surprised that my fixation for the fandom was short lived. I’m distracted by other things! 

Milo and Leon’s holiday event prompts have been written already and put in my queue so they’ll be posted on their respective days, but after that, I won’t be writing for Pokemon anymore in my freetime. I won’t be writing the others holiday prompts because they haven’t been written and I’m disinterested in finishing them. 

As always, here’s my commission info and my ko-fi if any of you would feel so inclined to pay me to write Pokemon works, or anything else! You can also reach me at @redgokus, where I’m actively posting. 

...It’s a plant. Mistletoe, specifically, wrapped together with a red silk bow. You brought it with you to the party so that you could watch Leon squirm.

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Christmas was arguably the cheesiest time of year, and personally, you weren't the biggest fan. Tradition is tradition, sure, but you just preferred not to take part in it. You’ll see your loved ones, exchange gifts, but the tacky tales about stockings over the fire and mistletoe strung up overhead never really intrigued you. 

Leon was unsurprisingly the opposite. The man loved everything about the holiday and was enthusiastic about all the traditions. All traditions, that is, minus one- mistletoe.

You had been helping him decorate his place; putting up colorful lights on the walls and bells on his doors, even helping him chop down and lug in his Christmas tree earlier in the day. Though Leon instructed you specifically to not decorate the tree yet. He wanted to wait until Hop was around during the upcoming party to do that. 

As you decorated, though, you noticed one thing missing. 

“Don’t you have mistletoe?” You ask him as you sort through his boxes of decorations. When you look up, a few more strings of lights in your hands, you notice how Leon has frozen up in his doorway. His eyes were wide like a Sawsbuck in headlights. 

“Mistletoe?” Leon coughs when he notices you’re looking at him strangely, kicking himself into gear as he laughs and scratches the back of his head. “Nah, mate, why would I need one of those?” 

“Well, I just thought,” you shrug and look around his apartment. “You have basically everything else. You’re not planning to get some kissing action this year?” You tease him as you raise an eyebrow, but decide to drop the subject as you go back to rummaging through his boxes. 

Apparently, Leon doesn't realize that you honestly don't care if he doesn't own mistletoe because he scrambles. “No! I mean, I’d be fine with it, but it’s just me here. Well, us. Right now. It’s just us, so it would be weird if there were some if it was just- destined to..." He trails off and looks at you with his eyebrows furrowed. "Right?”

Your face scrunches up as you look at him from over your shoulder. What was he even going on about? 

“Plus, Hop. You know, Hop is an awkward kid. Big ol’ crush on the, uh- the Champion. I don’t want to make it awkward when they’re both here.” 

“Right,” you drawl out, disbelief heavy in your tone. Leon’s shoulders jump up and his face is endearingly red as he shuffles his festive sock-clad feet on the carpet. 

“What! Why are you so curious?” 

“Leon.” Standing up from the box, you place your hands on your hips and give him a look. This seems to shut him up as he closes his mouth, lips sealed tightly and eyebrows still furrowed in either embarrassment or frustration. You amusedly huff through your nose as you stare- cogs are turning in your brain, trying to think if what you’re about to do is a good decision or not- but maybe you can blame it on the season if it goes wrong. 

Taking long, confident strides forward, you stand in front of Leon and cup his jaw in one hand as you lean in and give him a brief, sweet kiss on the lips. 

When you pull away, Leon’s golden eyes are staring holes into your head, eyebrows high up on his forehead. You almost laugh at how red his cheeks are, too- he certainly is making good competition for Santa Claus at this point. “Wh-” he splutters. “What was that?” 

“Usually you close your eyes when someone kisses you,” you amusedly curl your lips as you lean away. “You were acting so weird about it. Figured I’d kiss you anyway and see what happens.” Your eyes run up and down his body and you teasingly hum as you place a hand on your chin and contemplate. “I get it. You don’t want everyone to see the Great Leon so flustered like this, right? It’ll be our secret, then.” 

Leon’s expression slowly shifts as he continues to stare at you- shifting from utter disbelief to skepticism, but slowly, he nods and squints his eyes at you. “Right.” He says. “Okay.” His eyes dart around the room, back to you, and then back around the room again before he clears his throat. “Yeah, our secret.” 

You laugh when he turns on his heel and then runs into his own wall before heading into the kitchen. The fridge opens loudly, bottles scattering from the fridge door and he curses when something falls. You watch him all the while before you ultimately decide that you might sneak a mistletoe into his party. 

Cheesy as the tradition is, you’d love to see him fluster like that again. 

...It’s a bouquet of romantic flowers. Inbetween the flowers are packets of their seeds, and a note in cute handwriting asking if you’d like to grow them together. It was a gift from Milo, of course, and he gave it to you as he confessed his true feelings for you.

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Alright, time for the worst game of the year!

It’s Sonia’s Holiday party today, and everyone came decked out in festive wear as they brought food and cookies. Sonia promised she’d have several different games ready to play, one of them being a White Elephant event that you were honestly looking forward to. But the first thing she gathered everyone in the livingroom to do is to play the confession game. 

“You have to confess something you did this year, naughty or nice! And you can’t lie, don’t ruin it!” 

Those were the rules. Who even made this game? You’re pretty sure it was Sonia, despite her insisting that it was an actual game that families played during the holidays.

So, as if it were a game of truth or dare, everyone confessed to something they did that year, naughty or nice. Naughty was obviously the more enticing one to hear about, and Raihan started the trend as he admitted he ‘may or may not have sent Oleana a gag gift for her to find in her stocking’. He wouldn’t answer when everyone begged to know what it was, saying ‘oh, you’ll all know when she finds it.’ 

“Ok, ok, it’s Milo’s turn!” Nessa snorts in the midst of her laughter, pointing to the pink-haired farmer across from her on the couch. He nervously fidgets with his cup of eggnog, his cheeks a flushed color as he laughs. “What’ve you done this year?” 

“Well, uhmm,” Milo chunkles, biting his lip as he thinks. “I haven’t done it yet.” 

“What do you mean?” Sonia whines, “that’s not an answer!” 

“It’s going to be big, though!” He assures. And then as an added thought, “and nice… Nothing naughty for me.” There’s a collective groan through the livingroom but you’re not sure what everyone expected- Milo’s never been known for doing ‘bad’ stuff. 

That’s one of the reasons you like him. 

“I look forward to hearing it, Milo,” you tell him from your spot beside Nessa, giving him your best reassuring smile. He positively glows from your comment before he shyly dips his head, fidgeting with his cup again. It makes you quirk up your brow- you wonder why he reacted in such a way. 

“Thank you,” He laughs, “I hope you’ll like it.” 

Wait. Is the thing he’s doing going to be for you?

Before you can ask, he quickly carries on. “It’s Leon’s turn, I think!” And the party’s attention is successfully caught. And thank goodness for it! Milo discreetly wipes some sweat from his temple as Leon confesses his story- he almost gave your surprise away!

... It’s a polaroid picture. Two snow angels are side by side in the pure white snow, encapsulating the memory of when you and Marnie made them together.

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“Come on, Marnie! It’s gonna be worth it, I promise!” 

“‘m not too sure about that…” 

You laugh as you wait for Marnie at the top of the hill, right outside Spikemuth and under a tree with its leaves and branches covered in snow. You’re both wearing clothes meant for the snow- but Marnie is struggling to waddle through the white fluff with how extra-prepared she is (thanks to Piers). Her arms stick out a bit by the volume of jackets she’s wearing and make you laugh when they move around stiffly as she walks. 

“You best not be laughing at me if you know what’s good for you,” Marnie glares, but her threat is downplayed by her pink button nose sniffing from the cold. 

“Of course not. Ok, are you ready?” You giggle and move a few steps from your friend who just raises an eyebrow at you, and before she can ask what you’re doing, you spread out your arms and let yourself fall backwards. 

The snow breaks your fall, flying out into the air as your back meets the ground and you laugh loudly as you hear Marnie gawk. “Snow angels, Marnie!” You tell her, beginning to move your legs and arms in the snow. “It’s the perfect weather for it!” 

“You aren’t honestly expecting me to do that, are you?” 

Looking up from your spot in the ground, you pout. “Maybe I am. Whoever comes up here will see our angels next to eachother… it won’t be the same if I have to do it myself!” 

Marnie rolls her eyes, “you’re a sap,” she says, but you can see the small smile on her cheeks. It’s only a few more moments before she sighs, and like you did before, she turns around and falls backward, landing right next to you as you cheer. “Yeah, Marnie!! Great form!” 

“You’re almost as bad as Team Yell,” She snorts, beginning to move her arms like you had earlier. Though she has more of a difficult time because of all the jackets, and after a second, she stops with a huff. “I hate these bloody jackets,” she sighs, apparently out of breath. “I’m way too hot.” 

“Take them off, then! Piers isn’t here to make a scene.” 

“...I suppose you’re right.” 

She lifts herself up into a sitting position, taking off two jackets before audibly sighing in relief as she moves back down onto the ground. “Much better. I like feeling the cold.” 

Your eyes sparkle as you smile. “I know you do.” 

Why else would you invite her to make snow angels?

I unfortunately saw your message a little late! I hope you like the scenario I cooked up for you- I’m a little sad I didn’t see this in time bc that idea is also cute!! Regardless, I hope you like it, and thank you so much for the support! 

MY KO-FI

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You weren’t sure what you expecting baking with Piers to be like. Something a bit less stressful and chaotic, maybe- the image in your head didn’t have you and Piers covered in nearly as much flour and sticky dough like you are now. You also didn’t expect Piers to be the one who started it. 

You wipe what’s supposed to be frosting off your forehead (you obviously got the recipe wrong because whatever you made is much too watery to be frosting) and stare at Piers who’s on the other side of the counter. He looks at his hands in a very non-conspicuous way, flicking off some of the crusty dough on his palms. You laugh and purse your lips. “So that’s how it is, huh? Come here, then.” Gathering a good amount of the purple frosting from the bowl into your hand, you start to slowly round the counter. 

“It was an accident,” he says, but you believe his cocky smile more than the words that are coming out of it. 

“Yeah, so is this,” without more warning, you fling the frosting in his direction and he screams dramatically, the frosting hitting his forehead and splatting into his hair. “Oops.” 

Piers stands in place, cogs turning in his head as he raises a hand to feel the sticky, watery sugar in his hair. “Okay,” he says. “I deserved that.”

“Now that you’ve gotten your rebellious phase out of the way,” you roll your eyes with your hands on your hips, “help me fix the frosting. We can’t use this for Marnie’s party, you’d be the worst brother of the year.” 

“Too true,” he sighs and grabs a few napkins, dabbing what he can away from his face. “Wouldn’t be the first time I embarrassed her, though.” 

“It’ll be my first time, though, and we don’t want that do we?” You check what’s supposed to be muffins in the oven, but the way they’re beginning to bubble over the tins and melt makes you doubtful. “...What if we just bought the cakes instead?” 

“Ace plan.” 

When you stand from the oven, you shriek when you’re hit in the back with what you can only assume is more frosting. You twist your head around, “Piers!” 

“What’re you going to do about it?” He smiles that same cocky grin from before, the bowl of frosting under his arm. 

Leon / Reader / Raihan 300w Drabble

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It was another rainy Sunday. The clouds were thin grey covers over the sky, drizzling rain down that pattered on the roof of your home. It was clearly the perfect day to cuddle in your blankets on your couch with a good book, or maybe take a nap if you felt like it. 

From how exhausted you’ve been recently, you’re not surprised that you only manage to read a few pages before the book falls from your hand and your head rests against the armrest of your couch as you fall asleep. Who could blame you, though? The rain was always so relaxing. 

It’s only a little later that you start to shuffle, your mind slowly rousing from your light nap. As you regain your senses, you realize that everything feels warm- warm, and a little bit crowded. But your head rests against something much more comfortable than an armrest and you’re propped up from the awkward position you had fallen into before. Your face scrunches up in confusion as your eyes flutter open, wondering if you maybe slept walk without realizing and got yourself a pillow. 

Leon’s golden eyes were not an unwelcome sight, but not the one you expected to see. 

“Afternoon, lovely,” Leon hums quietly, his lips smiling sweetly at you as his hand picks up from his side and runs through the hair covering your face, tucking it behind your ear. 

“Personally, I can see why you fell asleep reading this,” a weight that surrounds your legs shifts and when you look down you see Raihan, holding the book you were reading in his hands as he shifts through the pages with an amused look. “You should get something more action-packed.” 

“Shut it,” you mumble and Raihan laughs. He squirms from under the blanket that surrounds all three of you and wraps his arms around your waist, cuddling his face into your lap. Leon kisses your temple before leaning back, and you realize you’re fully laying against him instead of the couch. “This is sweet, thank you…” You yawn, nuzzling closer to the warmth of Leon’s body. 

“Go back to sleep,” Raihan hums, his fingers drawing patterns on your skin through your clothes. “We’ll be here.” 

It’s a hard request and promise to say no to. 

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N - Nicknames (Do they have nicknames for you? What are their favorites for them?)

Piers calls you the names ‘doll’, ‘babe’, and ‘love’ the most. He doesn’t suuuper love getting called names in return, but he’s okay with ‘babe’ being returned back to him and ‘hot stuff’ makes him laugh. 

Q - Quiet (What are quiet moments like with them?)

Quiet moments with Piers are relaxing moments. They happen quite frequently. You and him, lounging on the couch together while he writes music and you’re laying on his chest, looking on your phone. Every so often the two of you will shuffle against each other or move to get a kiss in, but other than that, no words are shared or needed as you just enjoy each other's company. 

T - Time (How long did it take for you to get together?)

Piers isn’t the most forward guy with romance, but if he notices something is in the air, he’d say something about it. He’s not really the best guy for a big pining love story- he just doesn’t like those dramatics. So, honestly, once he realizes he has feelings for you and he figures out you probably feel the same way- it doesn’t take that long. 

W - Wildcard (random fluff headcanon)

K was answered for Leon here!

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