Originalshipping Prompt So i head cannon that red has really bad anxiety and he hates large crowds, so like what if one day while they're in alola a bunch of people recognize them and swarm them and they give red a panic attack and blue who is a very protective good boy is about to throw hands with them now , after he helps red through his panic attack
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“Wait, is that who I think it is?”
“That guy! Look. Is that Red?”
“Red? Like the pokemon trainer Red?”
“Do you know of any other famous guys named Red?”
Green grit his teeth together, his grip on Red’s hand tightening as the conversation behind the two of them floated to greet his ears. His eyes darted up to Red’s face, looking for any emotion in his usually even expression.
If Red was listening in on the conversation taking place behind them, he didn’t express it. His eyes firmly remained upward, focused intently on the towering palm trees that gave them little shade and the wingulls currently nesting in them.
Green shook his head. He stepped closer to Red, their shoulders brushing.
At the simple touch, Red blinked and turned to give him a questioning look.
Keeping his voice low and tight, Green said, “we should pop into a Pokemon Center or something. Uh, I just remembered I wanted to buy some beans. For my pokemon. Pokemon beans.”
Red smiled at that. With his free hand, he dug into his pocket, and pulled out a handful of said beans. He presented them to Green.
“When did you even buy all of these? And why are you just telling me now?”
Red laughed at Green’s expression and dumped the handful of beans into his hands. Caught within Red’s playful, glimmering stare and frozen by his electric smile, for a hot second, Green forgot about the two stragglers following them.
That is, until, an unfamiliar finger prodded Red on the arm, pulling his gaze away from Green’s.
A spark of anger shot through Green and he swung a glare to the pair of girls now staring at Red shiny-eyed.
“Hello! Um, you’re Red, right? The famous pokemon trainer?” The shiny-eyed girl bounced on her toes, leaning closer to Red. “I heard you won not one, but two leagues! Is that true?”
“Of course it’s true!” the other girl cut in before Green could edge in a single word. The other girl rolled her eyes at her friend. “And you call yourself a fan!”
“Oh, shut up!” the shiny-eyed girl giggled. She swung her eyes back toward Red. “Can I have your autograph, please? I am such a huge fan!”
Red blinked at the two girls. He drew back from them, his head tilted to the side. With too much hesitation shaking his hand, he accepted a proffered pen from the other girl.
Green couldn’t contain himself any longer. “Hey. You know he’s on vacation, right? So why don’t you two leave us alone and scram.” Green flicked his fingers at the two girls. He pulled his lips back from his teeth. “We came here to get away from people like you two.”
“Rude!” the other girl bit out angrily. “We’re not bothering anyone, and if he really wanted us to leave he’d tell us himself.”
“Besides,” the shiny-eyed girl cut in, “it’s just a quick autograph. It’s not like its a huge deal.”
“Except you’re bothering us. So scram before I make–”
A tug at his shirt halted his words. Green glanced over at Red, who now stared at him with piercing eyes.
But behind the intense look was something else; a dullness and resignation. Red’s hand still trembled. He shook his head.
Green didn’t get his meaning until a different voice arose.
“I didn’t even recognize him, wow!”
“Looks like he’s giving autographs too!”
Before, where there had only been two overly-loud girls, two more women and a man joined.
“I didn’t know you were battling here too! Can you sign my hat?”
“Hey, Red! How many trials have you passed yet? Are you gonna challenge the league?”
“Of course he’s going to challenge the league! He’s the best pokemon trainer in the world!”
“Well, I don’t think he’s the best best. Have you seen Cynthia and her garchomp?”
As two swelled to five, and five to ten, and ten to fifteen, Green found himself dislodged from Red’s side.
“Hey!” Green snarled. Red’s nervous expression and trembling lip disappeared from view as another man stepped in his line of sight. “Get out of the way, fatass! We’re here on vacation, so leave us alone!”
“Stop pushing!” A different voice said to him. The intense eyes of a teenager tried to bore holes into Green’s skull. “If you want an autograph, you’re gonna have to wait, ‘cause I was here first.”
Green had to gather all his remaining dregs of sanity to avoid punching the child. “Like hell you were. Now get out of my wa–”
Before Green could finish yelling, a surprised yelp from one of the men caught Green by the ear. He whipped around. He nearly missed Red bursting from the ground that had gathered around him, all blabbering on and on about meeting him and wanting an autograph.
“Hey! Red! Where are you going?” someone from the crowd asked.
Green shook his head, a hard pit of dread settling at the bottom of his stomach.
“Red!” Green yelled. Shoving past people, Green couldn’t hear what was shouted at his back as he pursued Red.
Green nearly lost him several times as Red turned down alleyways and dodged large groups of tourists. Following the palm trees with the nesting wingulls, Green finally burst onto a lone street.
Besides the wet chatter of the ocean and the calls of pokemon around him, Green heard not a single human voice.
He shattered the silence with a shout of his own. “Red? Where are you?”
Green paused, keeping his eyes narrowed as he scanned up the street. From the corner of his eye, Red watched as the top of a palm tree shake.
Green sighed. Shaking his head, he approached the palm tree with the shaking leaves. Two wingulls circled ahead, cawing.
“Red, how did you even get up there?” Green called out, cupping his hands around his mouth. With a huff, he called out his pidgeot. Mounting the pokemon, Green took to the skies.
He found Red huddled at the top of the palm tree. A wild wingull sat in his lap. With his entire hand shaking, Red held out a palm full of beans toward it. The wild pokemon pecked at his exposed flesh in hunger for the treats, leaving little red marks in its wake.
Green sighed. “Red,” he repeated.
At the sound of his voice so close, the wingull took to the skies and fled. Red didn’t raise his head to greet him, however. He kept his hat low over his eyes and his chin tucked into his chest.
Green scooted forward on pidgeot. “C’mon, it’s gonna be okay. They’re all gone. It’s just me and you, alright? How about we go back to the hotel, how does that sound?”
The beans soared through the air as Red flung them. His hands clamped over his ears. He shook his head harder, trembling.
His rising, panicked breaths cut through the fat silence that hung in the air. Green bit his tongue to still his worry, his own panic now rising into his chest.
Fumbling for his pokeballs, Green hesitated. All his usual pokemon were too big, too hungry for battle, for this particular moment. Discarding his usual team, Green instead turned toward his more recently caught pokemon.
With a determined look burning in his eyes, Green called out a Litten he had been gifted when he had first arrived. The sleepy pokemon meowed at him, its apathetic eyes not showing even a single trace of curiosity.
Green hesitated. He didn’t usually speak to his pokemon directly besides giving them an order during battle or to feed them. Likewise, usually when Red got… bad, his pikachu was usually out to comfort him.
But right now, pikachu was in its ball. And Green knew exactly what sort of comfort Red needed in moments such as these, and that sort of comfort wasn’t anything he could give.
With a little nudge, Green placed the confused litten in Red’s lap. The sleepy pokemon, once touching a lap, collapsed into a curled heap.
Red jumped at the touch, his breathing still heavy, his shoulders still trembling. But Green still saw a smile grace his face at the sight of his litten. With a single finger, Red gently traced the edge of litten’s ear.
Litten’s ears twitched at the touch. As Red started to scratch its small head, the little pokemon began to purr.
Green sighed in relief as he watched Red devote all his attention and energy into petting the little pokemon.
“I’m going to be right under here, Red,” Green said, still uncertain if he should speak or not. “I won’t let anyone bother you, promise. Okay?”
Red’s eyes finally rose to meet Green’s. Though rimmed with red, not a single tear clung to his eyelashes. A small, thankful smile graced his lips and he gifted Green a single, thankful nod.
Relieved, Green nodded back before lowering his pidgeot back to the ground and recalling it.
Green remained under the palm arms crossed, eyes narrowed, the palm leaves shook again. His tensed, muscled shoulders didn’t fall lax until a single, now still, strong hand clasped his shoulder.
From there, the two drifted back to the hotel, with Green filling the silence with his usual chatter as always.
