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r0-boat · 3 months

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TW: MENTION OF LOSING A LIMB/GORE MENTION please be advised.

Hello! I have a prompt where, the reader pushes there lover (warden Ingo, cyllene, laventon, adaman SEPARATE) away from an Alpha Pokemon attack and then get seriously injured (like losing a limb or something) and them crying and telling us off on how we could have died or grieving our death.

(both surviving and dying endings please)

Oh yes delicious angst! 👀

Cw: almost losing a limb/losing a limb, reader death, mourning, depression, angst no happy end.

Reader becoming severely injured or dying saving them.

Warden Ingo

(Close call)

Ingo carried you, blood staining his coat and your outfit. He carried you going as fast as he humanly could down until the nearest doctor, anyone who could help—screaming for help, keeping you warm, and losing more blood in any way he could. When you finally wake up, Ingo is out of breath and on the verge of tears. He holds you close, tight, and protective. He couldn't get mad at you. He could never be mad. He was just relieved you were all right. However I would be lying if I said he wouldn't be a little more protective from now on.

(reader dead)

He stared at a shaky palm, remembering the way you went slack in his arms, bags under his eyes from sleepless nights filled with new and old nightmares. The painful feeling of losing something was so painful; however, what scared him more was that this feeling was familiar to him. The emptiness inside him was only doubled after. He can't even look at himself anymore because whatever stares back is your smiling face and deja vu. Even though he knows he must take care of himself, he has to admit it's hard even to bring himself to eat these days without looking over to your smiling face how he misses you're warmth in his arms. Now, all he feels is the cold, howling wind of Coronet Heights. Once again that loneliness fills him in this time; it will be there till his grave. Ingo cannot love again for he can not feel that love again.

Cyllene

(close call)

Survivors guilt, as you lie there on the ground losing blood at an alarming rate. She's frozen. She's almost in denial as other survey members rush to your limb body. Cyllene finally snaps out of it all. Her panic hits her all at once, barking orders to get you back to camp.

Unfortunately Pesselle running low on supplies and with time running out she wasn't sure she would be able to save you. Upon hearing this Revelation something inside her stoked a fire Cyllene took it upon herself to go out and find every single ingredients she needed helping her nurse you back to health, of course you being unconscious from blood loss for a few days you had no idea all you woke up to was an angry rant from a very very pissed captain.

(Death)

After all she did, she couldn't save you. Sadness and rage bubble into one, gritting her teeth, nails scratching at the cold ground; she wants to scream. Damn it why wasn't it her? Damn, it should have been her! The job of the Galaxy Core was to protect people and she couldn't even protect the one person she cared most. She needed to get stronger she needed to be more so this would never happen again. And that's why her heart grows three times colder that day.

Laventon

(close call)

Laventon drag you outside of Camp to look at some Pokemon well he asks you to ready your pokeballs for a catch, but he doesn't notice the alpha Garchomp that had their eyes on you. Everything was a blur then helplessly sitting still as the rest of Team Galaxy tried everything to use your Pokemon to fight the alpha back off as they get you back to safety. If only he could throw a Pokeball if he were good at raising Pokemon. Laventon felt like a burden to you here he was having you risk his life to do his work any friendly wake up he's on the verge of tears holding you closely his hands shaking the sinking feeling of uselessness does not leave.

(Death)

He drowns himself in his work. It is the only way to make him forget about his constant nightmares of that day. He still loves Pokemon. He does not blame Pokemon for taking your life, but he recognizes more than anyone else that Pokemon are as dangerous as they are fascinating. It'll be a while since he touches one without his heart beating with anxiety. He barely eats. He sleeps. All he does is work on his Pokedex. He has to finish it for your sake, or else all the dangerous work you did, the work you died for, will be for nothing, and when he finally finishes, it will say, "With the help of my beloved, thank you. I will miss you."

Adaman

(close call)

If it wasn't for Leafeon who growled at the large Pokemon making sure it didn't take a step closer as his human brother held you in his arms, blood staining his fingers. Leafeon successfully holding back the Pokemon that threatened your life walks over to Adaman whining as he looks your arm giving him a worried look. Adaman knows the natural remedies around these parts you are too far from the settlement and the village to take care of you so he does all that he can using leafeon's aromatherapy to soothe you as he begins to use natural herbs and revenues to calm the bleeding as much as he can while ripping apart his own clothes for makeshift bandages rumoring through your bag for anything he could use anything at all to help.

Upon waking up, Adaman almost tackles you, holding you close to his body, careful not to hurt you. He squeezes you gently. "You're an idiot..." he whispers, his hand shaking, his voice breaking. "don't you ever scare me like that again."

(death)

If only he was faster and in denial at the fact that your time has ended. If only he hadn't wasted his time, he could have gotten you to the settlement, and you would have been here. He felt like a failure, not only a failure of a friend but a failure of the leader of Diamond Clan. If he couldn't keep one person he loved alive, how could he keep his entire Clan alive? Time is truly short. However, some people, if unlucky, can be even shorter. He'll spend all his days morning into training, getting stronger in your name until he has passed out on the ground. He knows that he's just wasting his time and that no amount of tears will bring you back. He did not deserve you; you did not serve your time being robbed. The Lord Sinnoh is so cruel.

#pokemon headcannons #pokemon reader insert #Angst #pokemon adaman #adaman x reader #professor laventon #Laventon x reader #captain cyllene #pokemon cyllene #pokemon legends arceus #warden ingo #ingo x reader

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bellafragolina · 7 months

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I was thinking about what the submas boys and laventon, separately, be like when an argument has happened between them and their s/o. Like a drabble on what they do when they want to make up to the s/o?

Aye aye!!! I’ll make these so the boys are in the wrong and trying to make up with their s/o

🍓🍓🍓

Ingo:

He feels horrible. Having an argument with you before going into work, one entirely his fault, makes his day miserable. It seems that karma is out for him, sending angry passengers and shitty circumstances his way. It’s all exhausting, and in between it he can only replay your argument and all the harsh things he said. He cries eating the lunch you made for him, scared to think he might never get another one ever again. The lack of your love in his life would kill him, he knows it.

Ingo buys out both the flower shop and any pastry or chocolatier shop on his way home. His arms are overflowing with gifts for you, and his brain is overflowing with apologies. He practices his speech the entire way home, gripping the gifts so tightly, only to falter when he arrives home. You’re not there to greet him, silently cooking dinner in the kitchen, not acknowledging him.

Ingo creeps over, scared to break this fragile air between you both. He can see the puffiness to your eyes, the redness to your nose. His heart breaks thinking how much pain he’s caused you. He sets the gifts down, but you only spare them a glance. So he starts to stammer out his apology, long and rambling

“I-I know I have hurt you. I have no excuse; I was horrible to you. This is not something I want to repeat, sh-should you allow me- bless me with the chance to learn from mistakes. I’m not due forgiveness, but I would still like to make it up to you. Please. Please allow me to at least try to make it up to you, that’s all I ask. You don’t need to forgive me, but I want to try and ease any pain that I can, if I can. Please. I love you too much to let you continue hurting so from my own stupid actions.”

Should you let him, he’ll be bound to you. Ingo keeps contact with you however he can, reassuring himself that you’re still here, willing to forgive while he also comforts you. He decorates you in soft kisses, holds you close as the night winds down, and hopes you’ll forgive him. He’s definitely taken everything into account and won’t make the same mistake again

Emmet:

Emmet gets antsy as he arrives at work, his anger from the argument waning into guilt as he recognizes his own fault for the whole tiff. He doesn’t like being away from you when he just caused you pain. He wants to go home, but he’s also afraid you won’t be there when he goes back. He settles for arranging for deliveries to arrive at the house, texting you an “I love you” every hour to thirty minutes if he can swing it. Your “I love you too but I’m mad at you” soothes him at least a little bit

Emmet approaches his brother for help. Together, they try to come up with a more eloquent apology than Emmet could manage on his own. He doesn’t want to be blunt and short, he wants to express his sorrow and his guilt. So they make a small script for him to go off of, and Emmet tries to study it and recite it to get the words somewhat right

Yet, when he comes home to you, flowers in hand from the nearest store, you don’t come running to greet him. You don’t jump into his arms for a hug and a kiss and other pleasantries. Emmet swallows heavily, but shuffled towards the kitchen, standing in the entryway like a kicked puppy as he watches you cook silently. He starts to murmur his way through his apology, words forgotten as he tries not to panic about your silence.

“I am Emmet. I am verrrry sorry. I was rude, and mean, and wrong. I’m sorry. I don’t want to fight with you. I don’t want to break up. I want to make things right. Please. I will do whatever you want! Just say the word. I want to make you happy. I made you upset today, and I want to fix it. If I can. Please.”

He scrambles for a hug the moment you turn around. He doesn’t want to let go either, attached to your front or back as you try to continue through the day. His love language is touch after all, and he wants to remind you just how deeply his love for you goes.

Laventon:

Laventon has an argument with you right before he goes off on a survey expedition. He fumes to himself as he walks with the others, only to start slowing down as he replays the argument in his head, over and over. He starts to realize, with horror, that he’s at fault for the hurt look on your face, the last thing he saw before he left for this however-long journey. He has a straight panic at the camp, and it takes Akari, Rei, and some of the concerned Survey Corp members to help calm him down

He frets very hard as the expedition slowly crawls by. He does his best to throw himself into his work, but he finds himself writing more about how guilty he feels and how he wants to apologize to you than about any of the Pokémon he encounters. Laventon spends a lot of time trying to plan some sort of grand gesture for you, ideas verbose and extraordinary until the kids remind him that most of his ideas aren’t exactly possible? It doesn’t help that Laventon is losing a bit of sleep over this, worrying well into the night if you’ll even wish to see him again, let alone hear his stuttering attempt at an apology

He begs the kids to take him into the field with them, searching best he can for a Pokémon he knows you like and would love to have. He does his best to catch it himself too, despite the dangers and the shenanigans that seem to follow him whenever he takes a single step outside of a camp. The kids help too, both not enjoying how upset the two of you are about this. They track down the Pokémon, let Laventon try to catch one, then fend off the angered ones he draws the attention of. By the time the three return, they’re pretty scuffed up, but successful with their endeavors

“M-my dear, hello again. It’s been quite some time, yes?” Laventon swallows heavily when you just eye him, content to stay on the other side of the room from him. “Y-yes, well, I have a gift for you! I caught it myself, wouldn’t you know, and I. . . I want to apologize. I was abhorrent to you, rude and terrible and plain awful! You have every right to hate me right now, but. . . I was hoping you’d allow me a moment anyway, to try and fix the damage I’ve done to our relationship. Please.”

He’s quick to release the Pokémon he caught and scramble over to your side when you agree. He sits with you, makes endless treats and teas for you, while rambling on about how he’ll never slip up like this ever again. You are perfect, so wonderful! He’d be a fool to push you away.

🍓🍓🍓

If I love anything more than angst it’s the fix-it that comes after!! Thank you, Peach!!!

~Renee

#pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #submas x reader #ingo x reader #emmet x reader #laventon x reader #professor laventon x reader

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onestepbackwards · 2 years

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Self aware au, but the player continously refers to the hero as their child. It's absolutely something I'd do

When reader gets pulled into the game, hero is calling them a parental term of some sort. I imagine the aware characters having interesting reactions to that.

Laventon is over the moon, he already calls the hero "my girl/boy" so it makes it even better for the God of this world to do so.

Ingo has a breeding kink, so of course he adores it. Makes him think of a domestic life with their God

Volo is shitting himself. You're telling him he almost killed the child you consider to be your child. *fuck,shit,fuck* cue a sobbing apologizing Volo on his knees. He'd be begging for forgiveness.

However you ignore him, giving him pat on the head, saying that you'd deal with him later. You have a bigger issue to deal with

Kamado

Combine this with any of the other aus, perhaps the 30 ft tall one, and it gets so much better. =)

(Been hanging around here for a bit. Finally worked up the courage to send in something. Could I be known as Witch Anon?)

Welcome on in Witch Anon! Good to see you! （＾∀＾●）ﾉｼ Honestly, I would adopt Akari/Rei. They deserve the best, especially after everything they’ve been through. I would throw hands.

Imagine, you get pulled into the game, you wake up with the hero above, concerned. Understandably, you are distraught and confused. They try and calm you down, and what catches your attention, is when they seem to cling to you. They tell you they have heard you this whole time, and have felt safe in your presence. You guide them, and try your best to keep them and their team happy and healthy. They didn’t mind someone taking control every so often, and were quick to figure out their world was a game to someone else’s. But they knew you were on their side, especially when you spoke up for them whenever something bad happened. They knew no matter what, you were in their corner. Especially when you started calling them your child. You cared for them more than any person here. So when they saw you laying on the ground, they immediately knew who you were. They had to protect you until you woke up, like you had protected them. You both discuss what to do from here, and they insist on taking you in as their guardian. You’re a little taken aback, but accept none the less. You did care for them, and you would protect this child with your life. Even if they ended up doing most of the protecting. It’s okay though, they are happy protecting you after all you’ve done for them. They insist on coming with you everywhere you go, and being there to protect you. Especially if you want to go see the village. You wonder why, but then they tell you it’s because of how the others may react to you. Others? That has you curious. The hero explains that the others are somewhat aware of your existance. Your voice, your face, all of it. Whenever the game was on, they’d either hear you or see you. You don’t know how to process that information. Other characters were also aware? They heard you, and some saw you? You feel your face flush. Oh god these people heard you, and all the dumb shit you’ve said. You hoped they didn’t hate you, and told the hero as such. They smile and shake their head. “No, they don’t hate their god. At least I don’t think so?” You stop mid step. A God? You ask for clarification. The hero looks at you, confused. They’re talking about you, silly! Who else? You are completely gobsmacked. They think you are a god? The hero shrugs. They are aware that there’s more to it than that, but it’s easier just to go along with it. Meanwhile your mouth is opening and closing like a fish. You aren’t a god, you assure them! The hero tells you they don’t mind if you are or aren’t, they’re just happy to have you with them. Getting to the village, however, is quite chaotic. Laventon is excited to meet you! You worked just as hard to help with the pokedex, and seemed to be a rather kind soul! You smile and tell him you are happy to help, and you couldn’t have done it without the hero, who you wrap an arm around like a parent to their kid. When he hears you call the hero your kid, it’s as if a lot of things click into place. Of course the hero would be your kid, not just your vessel! It explains why you are so protective of them too! He already loves Akari/Rei as his own, and its obvious the hero sees him as a father figure, and he already liked you a lot. When he’s alone, a thought crosses his mind. What if the hero saw you both as their parents? A blush covers his cheeks at the thought of being with you as a parent. It doesn’t sound so bad, the more he thinks about it. Ingo is another that loves the idea. He already likes you a lot, and knows you care about him quite a big deal from all the things he had heard you say about him. Ingo cares about the hero a lot as well, and feels a like a parent figure to them. So when he hears you call them your kid, he’s secretly ecstatic. He’s polite when talking to you, but inside, his mind is racing. He can’t help but daydream about you two together in a home, him cooking for you and the hero. He becomes flustered at the idea of providing for you both. The domesticity of it makes him flustered enough to pull down his hat while talking to you. The hero sees this though, and teases him about it later. Meanwhile, word gets around to Volo that the hero is more or less your kid, and you are very protective of them. He nearly screams and tears his hair out. Seriously?? The kid who he had fought, with the intention of getting rid of, was the kid of the true god??? Oh he was so upset. Expect him to find you two late at night, knocking on the hero’s door. Both of you are surprised to see Volo at the door. Not only that, but he looks like an absolute wreck. He gets down on his knees, and begs you both for forgiveness. He swears, he had no idea! He swears, even though he knew of your existence, he couldn’t stop himself! It was as if strings were controlling his every move! He babbles on and on to you two, and you nearly squeak in surprise when he grabs a leg, and is begging for forgiveness. You and the hero share a shrug. They had told you they were upset, yeah, but they didn’t hate him. You awkwardly pat his head, and tell him you’ll.... figure something out later. He betrayed the hero, and it would be up to them if he got forgiveness. He’s still upset, but let’s go of you, and agrees to leave. This wasn’t outright anger at him, and he would take anything he could get. Besides, you still had to deal with Kamado, who has seemingly been avoiding you this whole time. He was gonna get a tongue lashing when you finally got your hands on him for banishing your kid. Beni wasn’t safe either. Meanwhile, the hero has stars in their eyes. They are so lucky to have someone like you willing to protect them, especially after everything they’ve been through.

The 30ft au idea does make this a bit funnier. If anyone had any doubts you were a god (despite you telling them time and time again you weren’t one), they certainly felt you were now. Everyone thinks twice about ever hurting your kid, lest you come by to stomp on them. You wouldn’t, but hey, you weren’t going to correct them either. Anything to help people back off and keep your kid safe.

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shovelbug · 6 months

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Would you ever write Professor Laventon headcannons where he's more of a father figure than friend to the Reader >- >?

it's been a minute since i've played PLA, and my first time writing Laventon, so I hope this suffices.

Fatherly! Laventon and Reader headcanons

Ever since you fell from the rift in the sky with nothing but the clothes on your back and your knowledge of pokemon, Laventon has worried for you.

There's no doubt you're vulnerable in this new situation, and it doesn't take long for Laventon to become attached to you.

He knows you're capable; that much is crystal clear. Your talent for pokemon handling is nothing like anything he's seen before!

But pokemon can be dangerous, and sending you out into the field by yourself, while useful, always leaves him with nervousness coiling in his gut.

He's always so relieved when you return, and will always fret over you, no matter what state you return in.

Try to exercise caution, though. If you come back hurt, he'll probably have a heart attack.

He likes to sit with you at the Wallflower over some potato mochi, talking about your discoveries that day and how it went.

Speaking of the Wallflower, he often treats you there. He wants to make sure you're eating well, and will often send you out with some extra food tucked into your satchel.

He's always delighted to see you come back with a new discovery or pokemon, particularly when that starter of yours grows up.

If you have downtime, he'll invite you to come and sit with him in his office. Not to work or anything, but to just quietly enjoy each other's company. He'll probably still end up working, though.

A few times he's gotten so absorbed into his work, and when he finally snaps out of it to check on you, he only finds your sleeping form slumped against the desk with your pokemon around you.

He's not quite able to move you, but he'll settle his jacket on you like a blanket, trying to be quiet and not disturb you.

Having come from Galar he's used to somewhat colder weather at times, so if it's particularly chilly he'll lend you his hat, chiding you about your safety and health.

He tries his best to care for you. It may come off as clumsy at times, but there's no doubt he cares for you and has come to see you as his own.

A very proud father.

#pokemon x reader #laventon x reader #professor laventon x reader #pokemon x reader platonic #professor laventon x reader platonic #laventon x reader platonic #pla x reader #pla x reader platonic

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pocketkiss · 1 year

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i have to go back, but i’ll miss you

💜💛🧡🤎

#pokemon #professor laventon #SORRY FOR MORE POKEMON…..#self shipping is IN this season #well every season haha #this is my art tag #laventon x reader #hehe

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your-dearest-sunshine · 2 years

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Hi, sunshine!!

If you're alright with it, can I request something hurt/comfort for my best boi Laventon please? I was thinking something along the lines of illness or injury and the scare of the reader not pulling through, that sort of thing! I leave the specifics up to you!

Thank you so much, lovely!! (and if this isn't your vibe, feel free to ignore it!)

Lavender & Gray—Laventon x Reader Hurt/Comfort

strabby…strabby i dont think you understand…hurt comfort IS my vibe. it’s like the perfect definition of my vibe. so here’s a short story for you instead of headcannons bc i was tired to doing a bullet list format lmao ily <3

wc: ~3k

This survey was supposed to be easy.

You know the Obsidian Fieldlands like the back of your hand. The curves of the riverbanks and the imperfections of every stone are buried somewhere in your thoughts, easily accessible by glancing at the land. You’ve walked every path, drank from every pond, and rested under every tree. You belonged to this area as much as you belonged to the earth, you belonged here more than you belonged to Jubilife.

But you always had a soft spot for the Obsidian Falls. The Gyarados that swam through the skies like the Magikarp in the water below always caught your eye. There have been far too many times where you perched on the highest rock in a moment of respite, watching the Gyarados soar. Though, one of those times, you saw a Gyarados as red as the rising sun.

And so, with your inquisitive lover at your side, you head to Obsidian Falls once again in hopes to catch a glimpse of the crimson Gyarados.

It’s later in the afternoon, the colors of the sunset not yet inking the heavens. Every step you take is purposeful and knowledgeable. You know what’s coming up next, which areas to avoid and where to look.

Though, you hadn’t expected the rocks underneath you to give away.

Your mind doesn’t have the time to focus on anything before you hear the snap of your satchel, your heart dropping to your stomach. The sound of everything you own hitting the water and sinking deafens your ears. It’s so resounding that you almost don’t even feel your back hitting the jagged rocks below you.

There’s a stinging in your lungs, heaving and tight after the air evacuated you on impact. Breathing produces a prickly burning sensation, but you’re too delirious to tell that you’re even doing that in the first place. Your throat is gulping air like water, but it never satiates you like you hope it would.

Then, your vision goes spotty and dark, flashing between reality and unconsciousness. Drifting on the edge of sentience, you try to understand what’s in front of you to ground yourself. You don’t know what you’re looking at—you don’t even remember if you could see in the first place.

You hear someone calling for you, desperate and scared. Their voice consumes every inch of you, but their words don’t land. It’s all garbled, syllables oozing through the confusion but adding to nothing.

You’ve forgotten who you came here with. In fact, you don’t even know where here is. All you know is that you’re staring at the sky, infinitely open, massless, and vast. Its shade of blue mocks you, laughing at your small, sorry self. Warmth seeps into your back, distracting you from the taste of iron in your throat. You wonder if the sky will swallow you whole.

Laventon’s shaky hands gripping your tunic sway your eyes to his. The roar of the waterfall beside you steals your attention for a second, and your lover’s fingers squeeze you tighter. His speech gets louder. You don’t know what he’s saying.

“…please stop yelling,” your voice doesn’t sound like your own.

“I-I’m sorry, dearest! But I’m just very…very scared for you right now,” Laventon’s words tremble like his hands. “I’m…I’m trying to see where you’re injured—! So, just, please…please keep looking at me and be still.”

His hands try to examine the damage done to you, but he’s so worried about adding to your pain. You do what he asks and stare at him, not moving a muscle. You’ve always known his eyes are a pale shade of lavender, but, for the first time, you see that they’re speckled with gray. You smile. Red licks at the back of your teeth.

Laventon softly prods at your back that’s against the rocks. You don’t flinch. The Professor pulls away when he feels his fingers coated in fresh blood. It’s warm. He wants to throw up knowing it’s from you. Even though he studies Pokémon more than people, Laventon still knows that something is very wrong.

He stares at his palms, and all that reflects back at him is slick scarlet. The breath he was taking halts in his lungs. “O-Oh…oh no…I-I have to get you back to Jubilife! But, oh Arceus, I don’t know h-how I’m going to do that!”

For a moment, you still don’t grasp the situation. Laventon is mumbling to himself, unintelligible to you. You can’t follow his lips because you’re still looking at his eyes. They aren’t looking back at you. In the midst of his downward spiral, the Professor grasps your closest hand with both of his, leaning his forehead against your knuckles.

It’s the first time you look away from Laventon since he asked. The blood on his hands drips from his palm down your wrist, a lone trail consisting of only one droplet. Something in your body tells you the blood is yours. It feels foreign on your skin.

Suddenly, you are acutely aware of everything around you.

Like a torrential wave, all the pain rushes through you at once. It fills all the crevices it should’ve been in the first place, carving room for itself in your soul.

A whimpering gasp leaves your lips. You can feel the craggy rocks in your body, invading you like a tumor. They pierce through the skin of your back and lodge themselves in your torso. If you had fallen a few more feet to the side, you’re sure you’d be seeing jaded stones uprising through your stomach. You should count yourself lucky.

At that thought, you nearly laugh. Lucky. Well, that’s certainly not the term you would use.

“Laventon,” you say, and his eyes snap to yours. “You’re going to have to go back to Jubilife.”

“What?!”

His grip tightens around your hand, but you don’t have the heart to tell him that it hurts. The pain is inconsequential in the scheme of things, however.

“I can’t move, Lav, and you can’t move me from here either,” your lungs deflate, sentence dying in your throat. You have to pause and catch your breath. “I’m…I’m stuck.”

Laventon’s eyes widen. “You…my love, are you saying you…are you saying you want me to leave you?”

You squeeze his hands in confirmation. Laventon doesn’t want to acknowledge how weak your grip is, how fleeting your strength is becoming. You feel like you’re dying. You probably are.

“Just for a little while,” you say. The lie blends in with the taste of blood. You don’t want him to leave, but he has to. “You need to go get help, right?”

Laventon doesn’t reply, eyes becoming glassy. His gaze stares through you. The silence is as clear and crystalline as silver but as definitive as liquid gold. It folds its way through the jaded rocks, swimming underneath the dirt, flying through the water, and spinning in the sky. It’s everywhere, all at once. It's much, much quieter now. And, beside the roar of a waterfall, neither of you say anything.

Professor Laventon doesn't want to remember the last time he was this scared. Maybe the reality is that he never has. Despite the lawlessness of Hisui, he’s never been afraid for his life—but now he’s afraid for the state of yours. He feels the fear behind his eyes and in his chest, growing on him like mold.

No, fear is too weak of a word. But, what is stronger than fear? Despair? Cowardice? Dread? What is unsaid and stronger than a word containing only four letters? How deep in the human soul does one have to dig to find the source of something this terrifying? This awful, festering, rotting emotion is carved of stone and blood, bone and marrow. Why is it here? Why now? Why you?

There are never enough answers.

“Yes,” Laventon finally says, gasping for air like a drowning man. “Yes, of course…I am, I am going to get you help.”

The iron on your tongue stops you from laughing. You smile instead. It’s your attempt at reassurance, but by Laventon’s reaction to your failing voice, you know it doesn't work. “It’s going to be hard…I don’t have, I don’t—I don’t have any Pokémon who can, who can help you.”

Laventon’s swallows thickly. That’s…that’s right. He saw your satchel fall into the river, Pokéballs and Celestica Flute sinking with it. His stomach lurches. He would truly be all alone out there. But, then again, you would be all alone here. And that is so, so much worse.

He needs to get to Grandtree Area. It’s the closest area with any people, and Lian would be able to help him get back to Jubilife. The Worn Bridge was too far away, and even from there the walk to Heights Camp was unmanageable for someone without any Pokémon. It would be too late into the night before he got back. You would…by then you would be–

“L-Laventon, please look at me.”

The blood is hot on your back, sticking to your clothes. No matter how temperate it is, the cool stones beneath you seep the warmth from your body. The earth is so, very cold.

“Be strong, okay?”

Laventon slowly releases your hand. “A-Anything for you.”

The Professor is unsteady on his feet as he stands. His gaze locks onto you, wiping his shaking hands on his pants. He’s so frazzled that he forgets it's not sweat coating his palms, but instead something much worse. Laventon’s heart drops to the ground as he forces his knees to lock so he doesn’t fall over. The heels of his palms press deeply into his eyes. He’s trying to stop any emotion from overtaking him.

It takes all of his effort to walk away from you, but he has to. He knows you can’t move, pierced on the rocks of a small precipice on the side of a mountain. He has to go. He has to move. He doesn’t want to.

His legs feel stiff, shoes full of lead. By now, the smell of your blood lingers in the air. Red leaks into the crevices of the rubble around you, staining the stone. The scent of iron will remain here until the next rainfall, and maybe even longer than that. After a few steps, Laventon turns his head back to you. Tears dance down his cheeks. You look pale.

The Professor rushes back to your side, landing unceremoniously on his knees. His mouth wobbles in a frown, quivering tremendously. The quick inhale he takes through his nose is sharp, as if running out of air. More dewiness prickles in the corners of his eyes and he looks down at you, feeling emotions he cannot name stake claim over his heart. His hands are visibly shaking as he reaches out to you, cradling your face for a moment.

He grasps the top of his familiar purple beanie and pulls it off. The recognizable softness of the Wooloo fur grounds him for a moment. Knitted clothing like this was commonplace back home in Galar; but Laventon knows now, more than ever, that a singular person is his home. It was never a place. But soon, it might not exist at all.

He pulls the cap onto your head, and for a moment, everything is alright. It looks like it was made for you. Laventon cradles your face once again, leaning down and pressing the lightest of kisses to your lips. He feels softer than anything you’ve ever felt. You wonder if this is truly the end.

The fingers on his hands continue to tremble, tongue growing two sizes too big while his throat itches for relief. It’s hard to form words at first, but Laventon forces himself to speak anyway. He has to.

“Stay warm.”

You swear you could memorize the curves and swirls of his fingerprints if he’d only just hold you longer. That’s all you could ever ask for. But you don’t. There’s not enough time. There never is.

Laventon’s right there, inches away from you. Your body feels lighter, numbness starting at your toes and creeping up your legs. This feeling could be described as serene. You hate it. Speckles of your blood linger on his hands. Despite your better judgment, you want him to stay, want him to keep holding you so devotedly. You’d do anything, even if it led back to this situation every time—the one where you’re so very sleepy and your blood soaks into his knees—as long as he stayed, just for a little bit longer. You wonder if this is the last time you’re ever going to see him again.

There are tears in his eyes, but all you can see in this snapshot of your life is lavender and gray.

“Anything for you.”

♤ ♧ ♡ ♢ 《 ✹ 》 ♢ ♡ ♧ ♤

Your fingers are cold.

That’s the first thing you realize when you come to consciousness. Now that you think about it, your entire top layer of skin is covered in chills. The cold is more of a discomfort than anything, nothing truly debilitating. Maybe cold isn’t the right word to use, indifferent would fit the situation better, wouldn’t it? At least you’re not—

Wait, that’s not…right. Why are you shaking? You don't know why you’re shaking, you don’t know when you started shaking. Bubbling unease burrows itself into your mind, twisting your heart and spirit and causing your body to quiver. Your breaths are heavy, creaking in your lungs.

There are rocks etching themselves into your spine, hacking their way through your vertebrae and replacing them one by one. From the earth you came, to the earth you will return. You look up and see the stars, blinking back at you under a hollow black sky. Water rushes loudly somewhere around you. You know exactly where you are.

You haven’t moved in hours, days, months, years. You’ve lived lifetimes laying here, laying still, laying alone. Every sunrise and sunset gave you their attention, greeting you and saying goodbye. It was the only company you ever had. Centuries flashed before your eyes and nothing changed, the sun still rose and the sun still set. Hello, good morning. Goodbye, good night.

Obsidian Falls locks its twisted, jagged fingers around your form and refuses to let go. For a moment, you think that it loves you. You think that it holds you here in an attempt to keep you, in an attempt to take you for itself. You want to feel wanted.

You laugh. The Obsidian Fieldlands do not love you. The Obsidian Fieldlands do not love anything.

The emptiness in your soul sings to you, whispering to you the tales of your loneliness. It tells you how your blood tasted and how your heartbeat was its favorite song. You've never had a favorite song, maybe if you did you wouldn’t be here. You miss the sun. You’re going to die.

It takes a few blinks from your heavy eyelids, but this time, you actually wake up.

You bring up your hand to obstruct the rays of light from piercing your eyes. Still, they flit through your fingers carelessly, as if ignoring the action altogether. The warmth brushes over your ear and down your neck, resting on your collarbone. It’s early in the day, maybe. The sun greets you good morning.

Sunshine bounces off the pink carpet, passing by the pink curtains and peaking over the wooden divider. The Medical Corps Office was always relaxing, if not mundane. You wonder where Pesselle is.

The hands gripping your arm are hot, skin searing yours. Even in sleep, Laventon’s fingers refuse to unlatch from you. His determination makes your lips twitch upwards. All you can focus on is the movement behind his eyelids and the rise and fall of his chest. The connection from him to you leaves you sweltering.

When love meets heartache it creates fire. Maybe you were always meant to burn.

He feels more alive than you’ve ever felt in your whole life.

“I love you, Applin,” you say, repeating the name Laventon always called you. Your fingers from your free hand trail lightly over his hair, the waves and curls so familiar to you. Sometimes you wonder why he hid so much of his beauty under the beanie.

“I thought you were going to die,” you hear him whisper, not entirely lucid. He always murmured in his sleep, sometimes about Pokémon, sometimes about Jubilife. Often about you. “That was…very mean of you…”

Laventon’s words blur together like cursive, letters and syllables following each other with dips and slopes. His fingers aren’t nearly as tight on your arm anymore, but he shifts into you more, head resting on your leg.

“I promise I didn’t mean it.”

Your palm slides from his hair and catches the round of his cheek. Laventon unconsciously tilts towards your touch.

“I…I don’t know what I’d do without…you,” he whispers, and your name falls from his lips like rain does clouds. “That is…far too horrible…to imagine.”

You hear footsteps from around the Galaxy hall, but all are outside the room. You don’t feel nearly as lonely this time.

“I would come back from the dead for you,” you mumble, voice softer than a Wooloo’s fur.

Even in sleep, Laventon’s mouth quivers into a smile. His lips are barred with the bashful glee of fondness and adoration. In his grin lies an emotion so fragile and tender that speaking it into the world would shatter it.

“You would…?”

You hum in quiet agreement as your lover’s eyes blink open. He stares at you not as if you’d hung the stars for him, but as if you made them. Laventon’s eyes spell out the stories of all the novels he could write about you, pages and ink held together by only a thin, red thread. He could write about you until his hands stopped working, or speak about you until his lungs gave out. To him, you are everything beautiful, bright, and warm.

And from the way his eyes of lavender and gray shimmer back at you, you know that he is yours as much as you are his.

“Of course. Anything for you.”

#pokemon x reader #pokemon imagines #laventon x reader #professor laventon #pla laventon #pla #legends arceus #pokemon legends arceus #x reader #laventon #pokemon

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omletteflipper · 2 years

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Professor Laventon x Reader HCs: Cuddling

It me

Laventon is an old-fashioned Galarian gentleman, which is lovely and sweet- most of the time.

He would be terribly nervous about any new step in your relationship, especially something as intimate as cuddling. Where does he put his hands? How do you like to be held? What if he's too big to wrap your arms around?

But, just because he's anxious doesn't mean he doesn't want to cuddle you. The thought of your warm body pressed against his crosses his mind far more frequently than he'd like to admit.

You are the one that initiates cuddle time, at first. Cue a lot of awkward repositioning and muttered apologies as you both try to make the other comfortable.

Once you both start to relax, Laventon reflects on how lucky he is, and how cute you look leaning against his chest, one hand absentmindedly rubbing his stomach. He can't help but to gradually blush a deep red.

For once, the chatty professor goes silent.

After your first cuddle session, you notice that Laventon plans a lot more expeditions to the Alabaster Icelands. He insists to Cyllene it's to study the ice types, but somehow you two don't complete many research tasks.

#pokemon legends arceus #professor laventon #laventon #laventon x reader #professor Laventon x reader

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jiracheer · 2 years

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authors note: I had sent this tweet to @bellafragolina and HAVE NOT STOPPED THINKING ABT IT 😭!!!! So I wanted to write smth for Laventon bc I feel like there's so little content of him 🥺 I'm all for papa Laventon, don't get me wrong, but gawd 😩 I WANNA KISS HIM!!!!!!

rating: fluff / pg. this is set before Laventon traveled to Hisui!

“I’m home!”

A heavy sigh leaves Laventon as he peels off the jacket from his body, mindfully shaking off the rain that had drenched it prior to his arrival. The storm outside rumbled in a teasing manner, almost as if it laughed at his current condition that it had put him in. A short grumble made it past his lips before his lips quirked up in a smile, hearing the distant yapping of his beloved four-legged best friend; Yamper.

“Hello, old friend.” Squatting down to the canines height he ran a hand over its back before cupping the electric types head to give it a good squish. “I take that you were a good boy while I was away?”

“It was more than just a good boy… But a proper gentleman.”

Laventon’s gaze went from Yamper to your frame that stood there waiting for him with the most kindest and loving smile. The man felt himself melt in spot, already smiling ear to ear as a light blush coated his cheeks. You two have been together for some time now and he still blushed as madly as he did when you first met one another.

"Y/N.. My dearest, hello. How was your day?" He was more than happy to meet you halfway as he took your hand, leaning toward to bring you closer to him to press a sweet kiss on your lips. A hum left him tingly and he completely relaxed when your eyes met his.

Your hand that wasn't being held by his came to wrap itself partially across his torso, palm flat against the back of his shoulder. "It was quite fine, love. Me and Yamper did a few chores and went on a walk or two. We even went to a bakery nearby. Isn't that right, Yamper?" There was a way that you spoke to the dog that now was at your heels that made it start barking. It contently ran in circles around you and Laventon before eventually shoving itself between the two of you to rest on your feet. "Though I see the walks didn't tire you out as much as they tired me out!"

You laughed out loud with a shake of your head, missing the way the man before you watched you ever so lovingly. His smile couldn't compare to the one on your face. He truly, and sincerely, was in love with you.

"Why don't we sit, hm? Let your feet rest and avoid getting any Yamper hairs on your skirt." Laventon chuckled as he led you away from the foyer and into the living room. It was a small space with dark oak wood lining the floor and velvet colored wall decorated with gold imprints. There was a red loveseat with two fluffy pillows, and two individual ones on both sides with a smaller table that held a softly glowing lamp.

You two worked hard to make this place into a home.

"Dear?" You spoke the second you two sat, your knees brushing his as you rested your hands in your lap. "My love, I forgot to tell you. You've received a letter about your travels to Hisui... Do you really plan on going?" You toyed with your bottom lip as you asked the dreaded question. You didn't want him to go, truthfully, but you knew his expertise was needed. Especially for this village that seemed brand new.

Your beloved seemed to pick up on your mood and sighed through his nose, letting go of your warm hand to rub the back of his neck before running a hand through his curls.

"I must go, dearest. It'll be beneficial for that village, and not only that, imagine the different Pokemon I'll be able to meet and document!" He smiled wide at the thought, leaning forward in hopes of making you smile as well. He didn't want you to fret. "I won't be there long, only for a couple of seasons until they are able to find a new professor... Unless, you wish to accompany me on my travels?"

He sounded hopeful as he searched your eyes for an answer, but you merely smiled at him shyly.

"As much as I would love to go with you, my love." The hand he had let go went to settle on his chest, fingers brushing against the soft wool of his vest. "Galar will still need at least one of it's professors." You pecked his lips before pulling away, brushing yourself off as you padded away to the kitchen that was connected to the living room.

Laventon sat there in a daze before shaking himself out of it, a grin now settled on his lips. "Ah yes, how could I forget that Galar can't survive without it's other Professor Laventon." He seemed to puff in pride as he spoke, sitting straight up with Yamper soon joining him on the couch to sit as high and mighty as its owner.

You laughed at your husband, shaking your head. "Yes, you're exactly right." Bringing out a simple tea set that you had prepared in advance, you set it down on the small table where the lamp sat and faced the dark skinned man once again. "Now although I'll miss you greatly... I expect you to write to me about what you've learned, and what you've discovered! Perhaps even bring me back a Pokemon." Handing him a tea cup full of the sweet smelling brew, you handed him a napkin as well.

"Well in exchange for such information... Surely there must be something in store for me?" Laventon spoke rather bashfully, already his face burning.

"My sweet husband. I cannot kiss you over letters!" Another laugh escaped you as you took your own tea cup and brought it to your lips.

"You could always... Kiss the letter...!"

"And then what? You'll kiss the remnants of my lipsticks?"

You nearly doubled over how red the Professor had turned.

#. 🥣 fics #professor laventon x reader #laventon x reader #pokemon x reader #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon arceus #pokemon professor laventon

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zackcrazyvalentine · 2 years

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I wanna cuddle Laventon so much

I wanna prepare him tea and a light snack when he stays up late doing his research and pokedex updates due to new observations

I wanna treat that man tenderly ❤️

#pokemon #pokemon legends arceus #he's so freaking cute i cannot 😭#professor laventon #laventon x reader

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thesunwithstars · 2 years

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It's going to be okay

Hi, this is the first thing I've ever written for Pokemon & I'm nervous asf so please be patience with it, I have mini writing episodes so I've stuck with two I hope I've written okay for ;-;

Please enjoy & it's just fluff, also be as judgey as you want, I'll take anything to make it better. Maybe more characters I'll write in the future if I feel confident for it. Thanks a bunch!

Sun/Moon seeing you soon!💛

Hisui is a beautiful region, it always beautiful, day in and day out. You were at the Cobalt Coastlands, looking over from Veilstone Cape where the previous Noble Arcanine who used to guard Molten Arena is laid to rest. It was a rare day where there wasn't much surveying needed to be done. Sat respectfully near, was you. The hero, who fell from the sky, with her starter Pokemon (who you may choose), that was gifted by Prof. Laventon, was sat/laying next to you, being petted.

Hisui was your second home, even with the fractured memory from your home region, you missed it. You missed home. Tears stained your face as more fell, slightly remembering what you could.

✨Prof. Laventon✨

This man searched high and low for you, panic pumping through his veins as he searched the last possible place for you. Thinking the possible worst thing ever, that a Pokemon had attacked you, he ventured up to the last place with the search team, quietly walking past aggressive/alpha Pokemon, skittish Pokemon weren't so bad. Search parties were all over, this was one that the Laventon ventured with, he's glad he did when he spotted you. He sighed in relieve, approaching you and talking softly not to disturb the Pokemon beside you or startle you. "Dear?"

"Huh?" You turned to him with teary eyes, trying to wipe the tears away as quick as possible, the Pokemon greeted him with a cry, before going back to his ball, fully aware their trainer was safe.

"Oh dear, whats wrong? And why so far up here? We were so worried about you." Gently kneeling to take you into his arms.

"I'm sorry to make you all worry, I had some memories flood back, Hisui made me remember some memories of home. It's so peaceful up here & I wanted to clear my head before coming back. (Your chosen Pokemon name) knew I was upset so they comforted me while keeping an eye out." Letting a few more tears fall, having broken memory had its pros but mostly cons.

"Sh, sh. It's okay, (Pokemon's name) & yourself kept each other safe, that's all that mattes. It's going to be okay, (Y/N). Let's get you home, have some tea, we'll talk about this when you feel better." Bringing your head into his hands, he wiped your eyes as you nodded lightly, sniffly but smiling as he helped you up & held your hand back down the hill top with guards following behind when gathering back to the meeting spot offering a nod or smile.

"Thank you Lav, you're the best." Getting a big smlie & kiss on the cheek in return.

🎩Warden Ingo🎩

Sitting at the end of the bed, you had stared off into space, not paying attention to anything around you, you hadn't noticed Ingo coming home or hear him call out your name. Ingo has never come home to a quiet one, he could almost always hear you somewhere. Worry had set in with Ingo, rushing to find out where you were before spotting you with hot tears flowing. Quickly but softly walking up to you, he kneeled.

Gently shaking your knee to break you out of the trance, speaking softly. "Y/N? Love?" Coming back into reality slowly, shaky deep breaths, you sniffled a little while Ingo wiped your tears.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, I didn't hear you come in. Vague memories come back, I kinda miss home." Ingo nodded, listening, standing to give you a small kiss on your forehead.

"Its okay, breathe. I'm right here with you, I understand with your memories. We'll help each other, okay, my love?" Nodding at the ever so gentle man, he offered you a hand. "Let's get some tea, it'll help. We'll talk about this another time." Nodding again with a slight sniffle, you took his hand & before getting tea, shared a loving kiss.

#pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokemon ingo x reader #laventon x reader #pokemon ingo #professor laventon

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bellafragolina · 1 year

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Twins and Laventon waking up the morning after to their s/o making them breakfast wearing one of their shirts.

You know exactly why - Jes

Ehehehehe you know me too well at this point

🍓🍓🍓

Ingo:

Ingo whines the moment his hand hits nothing but empty sheets. The morning is too cold to be in the bed alone, and far too cold to be out of bed alone. Wherever you've wandered off to, Ingo resolves to find you and bring you back to bed, for warmth and safety.

After all, he's well aware that the previous night wasn't kind to you, in terms of how rough he was. The fact you managed to leave the bed at all is a surprise, but you've always astounded Ingo in everything you do.

Ingo, boxers on, stumbles down the hall. As he goes, the smell of eggs hits his nose. He wakes up more, opening his eyes to peer around the corner, into the kitchen. Where you are. Cooking at the stove. Wearing nothing but. . . his work shirt. The one he threw off last night to devour you.

Ingo rakes his eyes down your legs, connect the various bites and bruises he left on you, rising back up to you neck, covered in similar marks. He traces his own hickeys, stumbling towards you.

You're distracted from your omelet by a warm body thumping against your back. You smile as Ingo nuzzles his cold nose into your shoulder, relief from the warm stove.

"You are too beautiful." He says, dragging his lips along your jaw as his fingers tuck your hair back behind your ear. His other hand turns off the stove. "And it is far too early."

You yelp, swept off your feet, but just giggle as Ingo carries you back to bed. Despite his claims, you doubt you'll both be going back to sleep anytime soon.

Emmet:

Emmet is already in a sour mood when he wakes up without you. After your quick date night romp, you both fell asleep naked on the couch, tangled in blankets to keep the winter chill away. But now Emmet is naked and alone, without your warmth and pressure against him. And he's upset.

But as he rolls off the couch, grabbing his underwear from the floor, he catches the scent of something sweet. His attention draws to the kitchen, and there it stays.

You hum to yourself, hips swaying, dressed in nothing but his work shirt. Unbuttoned so it hangs off your shoulders, your bruised shoulders, all marked up by him. And you're making pancakes.

Emmet is quick to drop his underwear and walk towards you.

The stove clicks off, a hand sliding around your waist. You sigh as Emmet shoves his head into your neck, nipping at the dark bruises already there. You start to whine at him, but he ruts against you, grinding himself into your ass.

"You can't wait until after breakfast?" You ask, only teasing. You're grinding back just as hard.

"You are breakfast." Emmet says simply, yanking your hips back as he lowers you both to the floor. "And I am starving."

So much for pancakes.

Laventon:

Jubilife is surprisingly quiet in the early mornings. The Pokémon in the pen either getting up or winding down, so their noise is minimal. The people are the same, either going to be or just rising. There’s no real noise besides that of the wind, soft sighs of the earth around the village.

Laventon lies in the serene peace of the moment. It’s not his futon he’s in, but he’s practically made it his, with how often he’s slept through endless nights in it, in your embrace. He lies there now, buried in your every blanket, with only his head poking through the mound.

His eyes, tired but wide, watch you.

You dance, whether you realize it or not. Your footsteps are light and quick, perhaps to not disturb him, but they’re graceful. Laventon could watch you step and swing forever, but as his gaze climbs your legs, they are barred from the rest of you by the ends of a lavender shirt. His shirt.

The hem twirls with your easy movements. You gather ingredients and place them above the small fire in the pit of your home. The shirt is unbuttoned, free to dance alongside you, and reveal there’s nothing you’re wearing beneath it.

Laventon aches for you, despite your previous night. It’s unlike a gentleman to demand so much of his partner, but it’s you. You, tempting him with your graceful body, hardened from the land around you, decorated with scars that Laventon always paints in kisses when he gets the chance.

You’ve done so much for him. He’s wants to give back to you, however he can.

So he crawls from the covers, despite the cold, and takes your hand. The food can wait a while, he knows, so he draws you back to bed. And you follow, no resistance to be found.

And beneath the blankets of your futon, you work to keep the quiet of the gentle morning. Though it’s harder than anticipated, given your lovely company.

🍓🍓🍓

I got a little carried away ehehe

Hope you enjoy! I know I did!

~Renee

#ingo x reader #emmet x reader #professor laventon x reader #laventon x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #submas x reader

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onestepbackwards · 2 years

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In the self aware AU, if some characters can mess around with the code, can Player (in the real world) change PLA to their liking as well? Would it be similar to modding a game then? Now that I think about it, in any self aware game AU, if the player were to install mods in a game, would the characters see them as some kind of creator god? (Imagine being some random npc and seeing someone changing the colors of the landscape or spawning a shiny out of nowhere...Volo's reaction though...)

That’s actually an interesting idea!! I have seen a few mods for PLA, such as some graphics mods, and I saw one for Sneasler’s climbing speed. I imagine there’s been a bunch more since I last looked! So if in the Self Aware Au, Reader mods the game, it has so much potential here. Much like Ingo, Reader would know the code incredibly well, or at least know how to read it, and what each line means to some degree. So like, if you do mod the game. It probably only instills in their mind that you are in fact a god. Even if you don’t ever end up in the game, the fact you can just,,, do these things kinda cements it. Reader: *Mods shiny Arceus into the game* :D Volo: What the fuck

Expect him desperately trying to get your attention first. Anyone who can manipulate Arceus has to be the true god. He’s horrified to know him and his people have been worshiping a false one. Well, maybe not entirely false. Arceus still may have made this universe, but what is Arceus to someone who can control them like a toy? He’ll be frothing at the mouth though trying to figure you out, and how to get your attention. Anytime he tries, it’s as if there’s binding around him, keeping him from interacting with you or your vessel. That’s fine though, he won’t be deterred. Maybe he should ask Ingo about those numbers he mentions seeing... The other NPCs are now nervous though. Some revere you in awe, others respectfully keep their distance. Laventon is curious about you. You change things right before their eyes! You don’t seem malicious either, and seem determined to keep your vessel, the hero, safe. He’s probably the least wary of you, and is excited to learn more about you! Maybe he can convince the others that you aren’t an bad god, and maybe worshiping you isn’t a bad thing? After all, you just seem happy to create things! Ingo is also curious about you. You seem attached to him, and love to battle him. You don’t seem like an evil god, though he isn’t sure if that’s what the should refer to you as. You obviously like creating things, even summoning shiny pokemon out of nowhere, and battling him with them! You can’t be so bad, right? After all, you just seem to be messing with the numbers he sometimes sees when he closes his eyes... Cyllene is curious, but very wary of you. She honestly would fear you if you didn’t show such compassion through the hero. Surely, someone who cares for the child like they are their own, isn’t so bad? And it isn’t like you’ve done anything awful, either. You just seem content messing with the world in small ways, and adjusting how a few things look and work. You haven’t destroyed anything, and some stuff is arguably better. Still, she is unaware of what your true motives are. She’ll stick to herself for now.

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uraharastephfiction · 2 years

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ALTERNATIVELY

This is the age of OC X Canon, so let us post cringe, my dears! Have a blanked out face for a wedding photograph for Reader Insert vibes. The second pic is Professor Laventon and my OC, Petunia Elm. (Oh, yeah, I went there.) She is an ancestor of Professor Elm, though not directly. It's her big brother that passes on the genes to Elm himself later down the line. Petunia (or Tunie), meanwhile, is a member of the Construction Corps. Ugh, I always feel so weird posting things like this, which is why I prefaced it with a Cyllene one X'D.

#professor laventon #pla laventon #nintendo #pokemon #laventon x reader #hatless #pla #fanart #pokemon legends arceus #pokémon legends #LaventonXOC #oc tag #my ocs #It's a bit cringey #but it's done now #I won't be posting much about her

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dark-thoughts-and-reblogs · 1 year

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‘’Accidentally’’ walking in on their S/O (you) masturbating (but you never had sex together… yet) (Part 2)

(Featuring some of my favorite Pokémon guys: Laventon, Beni, Clavell, Jacq, Brassius and Larry)

(Part 1 is HERE and feature Looker, Nanu, Molayne, Piers and Peony)

Warning: Nothing really yandere this time either, but mentions of masturbation, obviously, and mention of voyeurism, some restrains (just wrists being pinned above the head with a hand), oral, sex, teasing and overstimulation. Some pet names will be used, but kept gender-neutral (My Love, Pet, My Dear, Darling, etc.). Again, no specific holes will be mentioned as an attempt to keep this as gender neutral as possible. Also, mild spoilers for Pokémon Legends Arceus in Beni’s part, I guess?

Laventon (I can’t find a good gif of him😭)

- He knows he should be a gentleman and leave, but he’s just too enticed. He always does his best to be a perfect gentleman with you, but he’s been trying to hint at wanting to go further in your relationship for weeks now, and maybe his approach was too subtle, but you didn’t seem to catch on.

- He just loves you so much, he can’t help but having some desires for intimacy. And seeing you like this… but of course, he’s still a gentleman, so he make his presence known by clearing his throat and, for once, directly say what he wants, instead of just hinting: ‘’My Love… I would like to make love to you… Would you let me?’’

- If you refuses, he understand, but can’t help feeling a bit hurt. It’ll pass eventually, but he do end up avoiding you for a few days because things are just a bit too awkward for now.

- If you accept, you’ll definitely have a great time. Laventon is a very attentive lover and a quick learner; it doesn’t takes him long to find what will make you moan for him, pure adoration in his eyes as he sees the effects of his touches and his kisses on your body.

Beni (Can’t find a good gif of Beni either! 😭)

- Accident? Oh no. This is no accident. Beni heard you way before he even got close to the bedroom and walked in knowing full well what was waiting for him. While he’s wearing his usual canteen uniform, he already removed the bandana usually covering his hair, and his demeanour is more ninja-like; he’s not slouching and he moves silently.

- It’s only when he grab your wrists with one hand and pin them above your head that you finally notice him, because of how stealthy he was. His eyes are roaming your body hungrily. ‘’What do you think you’re doing, Pet?’’ Honestly, he takes it as a bit of an insult; he thinks that you’re thinking of him as too old to be able to satisfy you and that’s why you decided to satisfy yourself instead of, you know, asking him.

- ‘’I can guarantee you, I can do a much better job than your hands. All you have to do is ask’’ His free hand is ghosting over your body, not touching yet, waiting for your answer. If you ask him to leave, he apologize curtly and leave, but for the next few days, it’s pretty easy to see that he’s still a bit annoyed and he’ll eventually ask for explanations for your refusal.

- If you do ask him to help you, a wicked smile appears on his face as he start teasing your body with his free hand and his mouth until you’re begging for more. And then he makes it a point to bring you to climax repeatedly until you’re an overstimulated mess under him. ‘’Such a good Pet for me! See, I told you. Much better than your hands.’’

Clavell

- ‘’… Are you trying to give me a heart attack, my Dear?’’ Flustered old man. Look away almost immediately, but his legs refuse to move and he keep accidentally glancing at you. He isn’t sure how to feel; after all, you’re the one who told him he could come in the bedroom and he finds you like that? Almost too much for his heart.

- Clavell isn’t the kind to just walk in the bedroom unannounced, so in this case, it was on purpose on your part; you’ve been hinting at wanting to go all the way for nearly a month, without success and you wanted to entice and fluster him. Well, mission accomplished. As his legs finally obey him again, he stumbles to the bed, a blush on his cheeks but a determined look in his eyes.

- ‘’I apologize for not catching on your needs and desires sooner, my Dear. Let me make it up to you.’’ He removes his jacket and neck piece (or whatever that thing around his neck is called) before climbing on the bed and kissing you, his hands gently caressing your body.

- Clavell just hope he isn’t too rusty; it has been many years since he last got intimate with someone, but as it turns out, he was worrying for nothing. You make him feel much younger and your reactions boost his confidence and makes him bolder.

Jacq

- ‘’Oh… Oh my…’’ Jacq stares at you for a moment, too surprised to move, then finally look away, his face a deep shade of red. He can’t stop a nervous chuckle to escape his lips. ‘’I am so sorry, sweetheart! I should’ve knocked! I should… probably leave now, uh?’’

- He turn back and take a few steps, but then stops. ‘’Unless… Ah… I can’t believe I am going to say that, but… I would love to… help you… if you’d let me…’’ He waits for your answer, his heart beating wildly in his chest.

- If you refuse his offer, he apologize again and leave, slightly disappointed, but understanding. However, he will probably suggest being more intimate soon enough.

- If you accept, Jacq is overjoyed and make sure that you won’t regret it. He’s very attentive to your reactions and seems fascinated by them. He make sure to leave you completely satisfied, and is pretty quick to suggest doing this again soon.

Brassius

- Brassius is… a bit too excited to see you in such a state, to be honest. ‘’Oooooh! My Muse! You are so beautiful right now, absolutely ravishing! I would’ve never guessed that you would grace me with such an incredible spectacle!’’

- Brassius seems to think that you were doing this on purpose. He quickly walks up to the bed, looking at you with pure adoration in his eyes. ‘’Please! Don’t get shy now! I’m begging you! I want to see that look of pure pleasure on your face once again!’’

- If you tell him the truth and ask him to leave, there’s a look of shame and disappointment on his face, but he accept the facts. ‘’Oh… I apologize, my Muse… I… will give you some privacy, then.’’ After some time, he bring the subject back, because he cannot get your image out of his head and he wants to see you in such an erotic way again.

- If you decide to play along, soon enough, Brassius decides that he needs more and starts caressing you, admiring your reactions as if you were the most beautiful piece of art he ever seen, practically worshiping you…

Larry

- He loosen up his tie, glad to have left his jacket at the entrance because he feels really warm, suddenly. He may look calm and unbothered, but the sight definitely had its effect on him. ‘’Are you messing with me, Honey? I know I’m home a bit early, but still…’’

- You quickly cover yourself and awkwardly explain that you just didn’t saw the time pass. Then, you try distracting him from the situation by telling him that you can prepare a snack for him if he go wait in the living room for a few minutes. Then you ask him if he’s hungry…

- ‘’Starving…’’ Larry subconsciously lick his lips as he can’t help but stare at you. He slowly make his way to the bed, giving you plenty of time to say something to stop him if you want, as he kneel on the bed and gently, but firmly cup your face with his hands and kiss you with a passion you didn’t even knew he was able to show. ‘’You look delicious, may I taste you?’’

- If you do stop him at any moment, he simply apologize, excuse himself from the room and afterwards will act as if this never happened. If you don’t stop him, you’re in for a treat! He slowly kiss his way down your body until he’s finally able to taste you, and from the moaning sounds he makes, it’s pretty obvious that he’s enjoying this just as much as you.

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