Railgun
Johto trash.
Rating: K
Characters: Lance, Jasmine
Pairing: Fairytaleshipping (Lance/Jasmine)
Summary: When winter returns, Lance forgets how much he hates it.
Genres: Romance
Links: Archive of Our Own | Fanfiction.net
Author's Note: I know it has been a long time since I updated my main Pokémon fanfic, Tempered Skies. If you have read it, rest assured I'm still working on it and will post the next chapter when ready. Just wanted to post this for the time being. Thought I'd write another piece about my favorite and underrated Pokémon ship.
Pokémon © GameFreak and Nintendo.
Lance detests winter. For it is isolating and haunting, weakening him much like the dragons he trains. He exhales out a puff of steam, his breath visible. The sky is a blanket of clouds that match the color of his eyes. Dull. Gray.
Beneath, his feet are planted onto the sheet of snow. The soil beneath is barren much like his current state of mind. Unfeeling.
He knows the cold will pass, but it always feels like an eternity. So, he waits.
He returns to the same place by springtime. The snow is gone, with murky puddles around the field. His boots become stained with mud, and his hair is dampened by drizzle.
As the rain stops, the clouds roll away and the sun shines over the field. He sees her. The plain dainty girl whose brown hair shines a golden hue under the sunlight. She smiles and waves, welcoming him. Her name? Jasmine.
Somehow, everything starts to go by faster.
By summer, the field's flowers are in full bloom. Colors spiral all about. It is said a beautiful rainbow appears once a dragonair quells a storm with its aura. Lance sees it now, and Jasmine is the one who shows it.
He doesn't mind. In fact, he feels something strong. Especially when the girl's pink lips curve up, with her hazel eyes shining bright as the sunlight's reflection over Olivine's sea.
He is attracted to her, like a moth to a flame. He becomes so lost in her eyes that by the time he looks away, the sun sets.
The autumn leaves fall onto a dirt path. The wind picks up and Jasmine's teal dress flutters. A slight chill hits her skin and its hairs rise up. She feels cold, but it flees once she is scooped up into Lance's arms. A grin sweeps across his face as he cradles her.
She blushes as he brushes his lips against hers. He doesn't want to let her go, nor does she.
Night falls and he carries her back home, ignoring the temperature drop.
When winter returns, Lance forgets how much he hates it.
Author's Note: The inspiration for this piece comes from a Lo-Fi Hip Hop song on my playlist called Elevated by jrd.
Have a listen!
Also available on Spotify if you use it. (Spotify Premium is my saving grace for writing... and driving, haha.)
Feedback is appreciated, thanks for reading! :)
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