white sky 01 / steven stone x reader

Twelve hours and a half. Twelve hours and a half in a stuffy airplane, flying across the world. She made him choose Economy class, since they did have to save up for the grand wedding, and inviting all their new friends from Kalos over… If it weren’t for her, Steven didn’t think he would’ve survived this long.

But she was here, next to him. And that made it all worth it.

She was asleep on his shoulder right now, her chest rising and falling softly, her right hand locked in his. She was already gone ever since they settled in the plane, despite all her begging to have the window seat. Steven kissed above her brow; there would be years full of travel in the lifetime they have ahead of them, together. A lot of chances for her, and maybe him sometimes, to see the view.

The pilot’s voice crackled through the speakers, announcing our landing soon. Steven felt her stir next to him, and he turned to see her blinking the sleep out of her eyes, covering her mouth as she yawned.

“Good morning, my dear,” he smiled at her as he squeezed her hand. “We’re about to arrive.”

She said nothing, turning to stare out the window, still a bit doozy from a twelve hour sleep. Steven leaned across, trying to see what she was looking at. Her eyes were pinned on Mossdeep City, gazing at the sand—where they had agreed as the venue for their wedding. She was sentimental like that; she wouldn’t change her mind at all once she thought of it, even when he offered to wed her in the Hoenn Pokémon League. There was something that meant so much to her, joining their lives officially in the place they first started falling for each other.

She turned away from the window to peck a kiss on his cheek. The rays of the rising sun made her look like she was glowing. “I’m glad to be home. I couldn’t stand the cold there.”

“Well,” Steven brushed a strand of hair away from her face, aiming to see her in this light better. “If I knew you were freezing, I would’ve warmed up your bed every night,” he winked.

“Arceus, Steven,” she murmured, trying to act annoyed, but he still saw the smile in the corner of her lips. “Not in front of a hundred other people.”

Even after spending time in his life, in the spotlight of the press as his fiancée, she still believed sometimes their relationship was a secret. That her mother might find out and take him away from her. Steven lifted her hand and pressed a kiss on the back of it, rubbing his thumb on her skin. In a month, she’ll be legally his, and no one could take her away from him then.

The plane touched down soon after. They shuffled out of it and into the arrivals section, Steven trailing behind her with their luggage in tow. He ignored the stares from other travellers as she dealt with their passports and quarantine paperwork, and an hour later they stood in the hall before the opening gates.

“Wait,” she said suddenly, pausing in the middle of the marble floor, keeping the passports and numerous tickets in her purse. “I need to…bathroom.”

Steven laughed, leaning in and kissing her cheek. She was still so shy. “I’ll be right here.”

She made her way, and he was in the middle of falling asleep on top of his luggage when someone called his name.

“Steven Stone,” a male voice said. Steven looked up and saw a middle-aged man, and he immediately sighed, pulling his gaze away as the man continued pestering him. “You’re Steven Stone, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Steven replied, trying to hide the irritation in his voice. After half a day stuck in a metal cylinder going five hundred kilometres an hour, all he wanted to do was go home and sleep. Not entertain interviewers. “I’m sorry, but I rather be left alone right now.”

The man stepped away a bit, but he still pressed on. “I just have one question. Please.”

Steven gazed up again, taking a good look at him. His hair was grey streaked with white, just like his dad. His eyes were clear and full of curiosity, strangely reminding him of a child. But his face was engraved with worry lines, indicating a stressful life, the complete opposite of Steven’s father.

One question wouldn’t hurt at all. Plus, he wasn’t even holding a tape recorder—he could be just asking him something in the sake for his teenage daughter. “Alright. Let’s hear it.”

His face cracked up into a smile, a gesture that was unnervingly familiar. “Thank you so much,” he said. “Sir, have you—”

“Steven!” He immediately turned around and saw her standing a few metres away, staring at him blankly. He couldn’t read her expression as she made her way over, still keeping her distance. “Who’s—who’s this?”

“Someone I just met,” he said, but her eyes stayed wide, staring at him. Like she had a connection to him; and Steven was starting think the worst. “What’s wrong? Do you know him?”

She locked eyes with him, and they were both speechless. Steven stood between them, glaring at the man. “What do you want?” he asked, no longer masking the hostileness in his voice. Yet still, he was frozen, with no answer to give them.

Steven looked back at her, and then it dawned on him. The shape of his cheekbones and the colour of his eyes; he should have noticed it sooner.

“Dad,” she whispered.

This man was her father.