[Pokémon X&Y] A Sailor Married to the Sea
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teamflareTitle: A Sailor Married to the Sea
Fandom: Pokémon X&Y
Pairing: Professor Augustine Sycamore/Lysandre
Rating: G
Summary: "I can't find my shiny lures."
Notes: Written for Writer's Month, for the prompt: gold. Title from Waves by Metric.
AO3 Link: Here.
There was a sight Augustine would never grow tired of: Lysandre, crouching next to his storage bag, rummaging through his lures in his full fishing garb, red cap included. It was a gift from the children, with a magikarp embroidered on the front, under the text "EAT, SLEEP & FISH." The fact that Lysandre would not go out on his fishing trips without it was a testament to the progress they'd made regarding his mental state. The picture of him wearing it – and the rest of his outfit – standing in a subway car next to Shauna while holding a sleeping magikarp had circulated widely on social media a few months back, to equal parts astonished and delighted reactions.
"Did you let Léon get into the bag again?" Lysandre grumbled. Augustine scratched his stubble, trying to remember if he'd seen the honchkrow lurking around the hallway closet where Lysandre stored his fishing gear. "I can't find my shiny lures."
"You're still using those? Calem said they're a bust." Lysandre looked up from his rummaging to shoot him a glare. Augustine chuckled. "Serena thinks they might even be a scam. People will try all kinds of things when it comes to magikarps, apparently."
"I am aware." Lysandre unzipped one of the side pockets and made a quiet sound of triumph. "There they are. I found a perfect spot on Rivière Walk." He stretched himself back up to full height and carefully extracted the foldable chair from the closet.
"If you're taking the chair, I take it you'll be gone all afternoon," Augustine said. He could hear the fondness in his own voice.
Lysandre's ears were a little reddened at the tip when he cleared his throat to answer, "Yes. Unless you think you'll need me."
"No, it's all good. I have so much overdue paperwork waiting for me at the lab." He slid his hand up Lysandre's shoulder, just to watch his flush travel to his face. "I hope to see you in time for dinner, though."
"We'll see."
With a soft little smile, Lysandre let himself be brought down by Augustine's palm pressing down his neck so they could kiss, his cap's visor resting on top of Augustine's head.
By the time dinner rolled around, a little over an hour after Augustine had gone home, hung his shoulder bag on the coat rack, and sprawled on the couch for a nap, Lysandre was nowhere to be seen. He didn't answer his holo-caster – which made sense once Augustine heard it ring from the bedroom and realized that he'd left it on the bedside table – and when he asked Léon if he was in the mood to try and go fetch his trainer, the honchkrow, who was perched at the very top of the coat rack, puffed his chest, opened one eye to glare at him, and let out a low caw that made his feelings on the matter very much clear.
There was no cause for alarm: if something had happened to Lysandre, Augustine had no doubt he would have learned about it immediately. He got up from the couch, muffled a yawn in the crook of his elbow, and dragged himself to the kitchen to try and see what kind of leftovers they had in the fridge.
He was in the process of chowing down two slices of quiche – helped by Léon who'd moved to the back of his chair and periodically pecked him gently on the shoulder to ask for bits and pieces – when they heard the door rattle. A few minutes later, Lysandre appeared in the doorway of the kitchen, looking extremely pleased with himself.
"Hey," Augustine said, his mouth still half-full. He swallowed before adding, "You look like a meowth who's just caught the biggest rattata ever. I'm assuming your fishing trip went well."
Lysandre took off his cap to wipe off the sweat on his brow with the back of his hand. "Why don't you come to check it out for yourself?"
Before Augustine could answer, Léon cawed and took off, apparently as curious as he was. He cawed again from the hallway, the sound immediately followed by a wet splash.
"No way." Augustine snorted.
Without even bothering to clean up his hands or mouth, he quickly made his way to where the sounds were still coming from and was greeted by a medium-large wheeled aquarium containing the brightest golden magikarp that Augustine had ever seen. Lysandre's hand gripped his shoulders, his wide grin making him look strikingly like a kid who'd just pulled a very intricate prank on someone.
"I believe you will have to inform Calem and Serena that they were wrong about the lures," Lysandre said. He sounded so proud of himself that Augustine couldn't help but elbow him.
"I'm sure you're dying to tell them yourself. You'll have to bring this little guy to the lab, anyway."
The aforementioned little guy splashed more water at Léon, who'd perched on the side of the aquarium and seemed past caring about getting wet, too busy boggling at the shiny scales. Lysandre squeezed Augustine's shoulder once before letting go.
"I hope you left some quiche for me," he said, unzipping his waterproof fishing vest so he could take it off. "I haven't eaten anything since I left."
Augustine rolled his eyes. "Of course, you would do that. I wonder what people thought when they strolled through Rivière Walk and spotted Lysandre de Lys so deeply focused on fishing that he barely registered the outside world."
"I wouldn't know. I was so deeply focused on fishing that I barely registered the outside world," Lysandre deadpanned.
Instead of attempting to find an appropriate answer to that, Augustine elbowed him again, and then a third time, for good measure. The pokémons watched them wrestle for a minute, Léon occasionally letting out a caw that was nearly indistinguishable from a deep, tired sigh, until the magikarp grew restless and splashed water around again.
"I'll get him in the tub," Lysandre said, though not before kissing Augustine on the forehead.
If fishing trips and self-righteousness about lures were what a man needed to stay sane, he thought as he watched Lysandre wheel the shiny pokémon toward the bathroom, Léon now sitting on his shoulder, who was Augustine to deny him, really?
Fandom: Pokémon X&Y
Pairing: Professor Augustine Sycamore/Lysandre
Rating: G
Summary: "I can't find my shiny lures."
Notes: Written for Writer's Month, for the prompt: gold. Title from Waves by Metric.
AO3 Link: Here.
There was a sight Augustine would never grow tired of: Lysandre, crouching next to his storage bag, rummaging through his lures in his full fishing garb, red cap included. It was a gift from the children, with a magikarp embroidered on the front, under the text "EAT, SLEEP & FISH." The fact that Lysandre would not go out on his fishing trips without it was a testament to the progress they'd made regarding his mental state. The picture of him wearing it – and the rest of his outfit – standing in a subway car next to Shauna while holding a sleeping magikarp had circulated widely on social media a few months back, to equal parts astonished and delighted reactions.
"Did you let Léon get into the bag again?" Lysandre grumbled. Augustine scratched his stubble, trying to remember if he'd seen the honchkrow lurking around the hallway closet where Lysandre stored his fishing gear. "I can't find my shiny lures."
"You're still using those? Calem said they're a bust." Lysandre looked up from his rummaging to shoot him a glare. Augustine chuckled. "Serena thinks they might even be a scam. People will try all kinds of things when it comes to magikarps, apparently."
"I am aware." Lysandre unzipped one of the side pockets and made a quiet sound of triumph. "There they are. I found a perfect spot on Rivière Walk." He stretched himself back up to full height and carefully extracted the foldable chair from the closet.
"If you're taking the chair, I take it you'll be gone all afternoon," Augustine said. He could hear the fondness in his own voice.
Lysandre's ears were a little reddened at the tip when he cleared his throat to answer, "Yes. Unless you think you'll need me."
"No, it's all good. I have so much overdue paperwork waiting for me at the lab." He slid his hand up Lysandre's shoulder, just to watch his flush travel to his face. "I hope to see you in time for dinner, though."
"We'll see."
With a soft little smile, Lysandre let himself be brought down by Augustine's palm pressing down his neck so they could kiss, his cap's visor resting on top of Augustine's head.
By the time dinner rolled around, a little over an hour after Augustine had gone home, hung his shoulder bag on the coat rack, and sprawled on the couch for a nap, Lysandre was nowhere to be seen. He didn't answer his holo-caster – which made sense once Augustine heard it ring from the bedroom and realized that he'd left it on the bedside table – and when he asked Léon if he was in the mood to try and go fetch his trainer, the honchkrow, who was perched at the very top of the coat rack, puffed his chest, opened one eye to glare at him, and let out a low caw that made his feelings on the matter very much clear.
There was no cause for alarm: if something had happened to Lysandre, Augustine had no doubt he would have learned about it immediately. He got up from the couch, muffled a yawn in the crook of his elbow, and dragged himself to the kitchen to try and see what kind of leftovers they had in the fridge.
He was in the process of chowing down two slices of quiche – helped by Léon who'd moved to the back of his chair and periodically pecked him gently on the shoulder to ask for bits and pieces – when they heard the door rattle. A few minutes later, Lysandre appeared in the doorway of the kitchen, looking extremely pleased with himself.
"Hey," Augustine said, his mouth still half-full. He swallowed before adding, "You look like a meowth who's just caught the biggest rattata ever. I'm assuming your fishing trip went well."
Lysandre took off his cap to wipe off the sweat on his brow with the back of his hand. "Why don't you come to check it out for yourself?"
Before Augustine could answer, Léon cawed and took off, apparently as curious as he was. He cawed again from the hallway, the sound immediately followed by a wet splash.
"No way." Augustine snorted.
Without even bothering to clean up his hands or mouth, he quickly made his way to where the sounds were still coming from and was greeted by a medium-large wheeled aquarium containing the brightest golden magikarp that Augustine had ever seen. Lysandre's hand gripped his shoulders, his wide grin making him look strikingly like a kid who'd just pulled a very intricate prank on someone.
"I believe you will have to inform Calem and Serena that they were wrong about the lures," Lysandre said. He sounded so proud of himself that Augustine couldn't help but elbow him.
"I'm sure you're dying to tell them yourself. You'll have to bring this little guy to the lab, anyway."
The aforementioned little guy splashed more water at Léon, who'd perched on the side of the aquarium and seemed past caring about getting wet, too busy boggling at the shiny scales. Lysandre squeezed Augustine's shoulder once before letting go.
"I hope you left some quiche for me," he said, unzipping his waterproof fishing vest so he could take it off. "I haven't eaten anything since I left."
Augustine rolled his eyes. "Of course, you would do that. I wonder what people thought when they strolled through Rivière Walk and spotted Lysandre de Lys so deeply focused on fishing that he barely registered the outside world."
"I wouldn't know. I was so deeply focused on fishing that I barely registered the outside world," Lysandre deadpanned.
Instead of attempting to find an appropriate answer to that, Augustine elbowed him again, and then a third time, for good measure. The pokémons watched them wrestle for a minute, Léon occasionally letting out a caw that was nearly indistinguishable from a deep, tired sigh, until the magikarp grew restless and splashed water around again.
"I'll get him in the tub," Lysandre said, though not before kissing Augustine on the forehead.
If fishing trips and self-righteousness about lures were what a man needed to stay sane, he thought as he watched Lysandre wheel the shiny pokémon toward the bathroom, Léon now sitting on his shoulder, who was Augustine to deny him, really?