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falinks, the formation pokémon | gym leader raihan x reader

you're really not sure how he didn't see your falinks, but raihan is quite determined to be on the couch with you. warnings: none. | wc: 1.1k a/n: inspired by a prompt from @writersisland - having to fight for their place on the couch with their pet. i love falinks <3 they're just little guys <3

The apartment door flies open, slamming against the wall behind it as it does. It’s a sight - and sound - you’ve become accustomed to since moving in with Raihan. Still, the impact makes you wince, just a bit. The neighbors have stopped complaining by now, but you’re well-aware they aren’t fans. You lift your eyes briefly away from the book you’ve been engrossed in for the better part of the day. As your gaze lands on Raihan, who’s grinning ear-to-ear as he marches into the apartment, an easy-going smile of your own settles onto your face. His Flygon flutters in behind him, tail closing the door just as loudly as it was opened.

Like Trainer, like Pokémon, you think.

They’ve just come back from training in the Wild Area, just outside of Hammerlocke. Raihan chatters away about the Dynamax den he decided to head into on a whim. Flygon settles down in an armchair diagonal to the couch you’re curled up on, its own chirping sounds mixing with Raihan’s excited recounting, as if to tell you about its point of view.

Your attention has been fully pulled away from your book, by this point, much more interested in hearing about your boyfriend’s battles, even against wild Pokémon. Raihan, ever so absorbed in his own storytelling, plops down into the empty spot on the couch next to you.

Or… what he thought was an empty spot.

An incorrect assumption by a long shot.

You’re not sure how, but Raihan managed to overlook your Falinks that had been snuggled up with you. Raihan’s groan and the Falinks trooper’s noise of discomfort blend together as his story is abruptly cut off. You let out a surprised giggle, which you immediately stifle with a hand to your mouth as Raihan shoots you a displeased look. Flygon looks equally surprised, its chirping ceasing suddenly.

“Er… Sorry, little guy…” Raihan winces, rubbing his bottom. The Falinks trooper looks to the brass, who seems to forgive Raihan’s offense with a quick chittering noise.

But, they don’t move. Which is what Raihan was hoping would happen, the expectant look on his face dropping immediately when the Falinks settles back into a comfortable pile on the couch cushions. He looks at you for help, it is your Pokémon, after all. You give him a sheepish grin, finding it rather sweet that your Falinks wanted to lounge around for the day. Usually an all-business Pokémon, you were very surprised when it came out of its Pokéball on its own to cuddle up with you on the couch. There was no way you were going to shoo your sweet little Falinks from the couch it was more than welcome to enjoy.

“Sorry, Rai… they’re just so comfortable here… I’m not gonna make it move…”

He takes offense, mouth dropping open quite dramatically, hand coming over his heart as if the statement made it shatter. You give him a soft laugh. That, accompanied by the gentle hand you lay on one of the Falinks troopers, for sure breaks Raihan’s heart. So, he turns up the theatrics.

“Falinks, pleaseee… I’d like to spend some time with my wonderful and lovely partner. I battled my heart out in that Dynamax den, I’ve definitely earned a couch cuddle,” Raihan pleads and matter-of-factly states as he drops to his knees before your Falinks.

It doesn’t budge.

In fact, the brass wiggles further against the couch, slyly eyeing Raihan out of its peripheral, almost in a taunting manner. You snort, going back to your book and continuing to pet the trooper laying against your thigh. Raihan groans, but he isn’t defeated, yet. He wasn’t expecting to battle your Pokémon after battling so many wild ones, but he’s never been one to back down from a battle.

However, this was not going to be a battle in the traditional sense of the word.

You glance up, rather curiously when Raihan jumps up and walks towards the front door.

“Say, love, you up for a battle? Maybe Falinks there would like a bit of sparring?” You raise an eyebrow at him, causing him to grin and wink at you. Your cheeks burn from the attention. While the offer of a playful battle against Raihan was tempting, and something you and your Falinks hated turning down, the brass didn’t make any movement of interest. One of the troopers did, but it settled back down once it realized the rest weren’t going anywhere. Raihan’s face crumpled and he huffed under his breath as he made his way to the kitchen.

Raihan’s Flygon, who had been napping peacefully, awoke and perked its head up at the sound of something rattling in a container. You knew what that was.

And so did the brass.

It opened one eye, looking towards the kitchen. You could tell it wanted to investigate, but stubbornly wanted to keep hold of the spot. It brayed out a command, causing one of the troopers to hop off the couch and march its way to the kitchen.

“Ah, ah! If you’d like some kibble, I need all of you here, not just one.” You giggle at Raihan’s attempt to get your Falinks to move. The trooper makes a noise of frustration and you hear it march back, watching as it jumps back onto the couch and rejoins the pile.

“Good try, Rai,” you say, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair as he bends over the back of the couch to lay his head on your shoulder. He groans, pressing a sad, defeated kiss to the crook of your neck.

“Jus’ wanna sit with you, ‘s that too much to ask…” You laugh, then an idea pops into your head. As much as you love the company of your very loyal Falinks, you miss the feeling of Raihan’s arms wrapped around you just as much. You turn your head and whisper your idea into Raihan’s ear, he gasps and moves to act it out.

You knew he’d be able to pull it off, but you’re still surprised at how quickly you’re pulled off the couch and then pulled down onto Raihan’s lap. Falinks wasn’t able to register the move on time. The brass has a clear expression of anger on its face, but it can do nothing but bray angrily at Raihan, who now has you on his lap. He grins at your Falinks, before pressing a loud, smacking kiss to your cheek.

You return to your book, snuggled up with your Pokémon and your boyfriend, who is soaking up his victory against it. Laying your head against Raihan’s chest, you sigh.

“You two are impossible…”

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