#but yeah arven what the fuck

[maiamars]

he was so insane for this

#i love how koraidon make sure u are safe before turning away #but yeah arven what the fuck #arven #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon sv spoilers #pokemon sv #pokemon #trainer arven

[chidoroki]

wait a damn minute...

Peek-a-bangs trope.

The chef.

Book-smart / does their research.

Dedicated to save those most important to them.

Sad & lonely childhood (let me hug them please.)

Serious mommy issues.

#the promised neverland #tpn ray #ray #pokemon #arven #tpn memes #my edits #chido-comments #its no surprise i fell in love with arven so much. yeah the cutscene after the 2nd titan is what got me and i really enjoyed everything #about him/his story after but cmon man.. you had to be such a perfect ray clone huh? i honestly didnt even notice most of the similarities #at first while playing. it all hit me after all that area zero stuff with his past and sada. i was like 'aw he really hated her at first but #started to accept her and move on in the end. thats very ray of him' THEN i slowly realized everything else. like their cooking skills and #their long bangs which are so freakin obvious!! eventually i thought about the boys more and was like FUCK! i always fall for the same damn #characters somehow! aahh..i seriously love these boys y'all. theyre so precious to me. & say what you want about S&V but theyre great games

[bluefuecoco]

there’s such a jump between the 16th badge and the 17th badge (50-51, to 55) and then again from the 18th badge to end game (55-56 to 60)... ‘_`

#and i think i do want to be a little over 60 for the end game stuff #i remember Arven's battle being a fucking BITCH to do #Geeta's ace is level 62 as well... #and i imagine the professor is like....even higher level #and also penny is nothing to sneeze at #oh YEAH penny's ace is even higher at 63?! #ok yeah so i'll probably do Elite 4 and then Penny and then Arven #oh wait....do i have to fight nemona after the elite 4?? #hajkdfhldkjfald her pokemon are level 65 and 66 nemona what the FUCk.

[yeehawbvby]

Hmmm some steamy Arven prompts: in a tent whilst titan hunting, dorm rooms at the academy, I think I liked the vibe of “oh shit we could get caught in the act” in in too deep so thanks for unlocking something within me 😮‍💨🤠

*kisses u on the mouth!!!!!* The fact that you gave me multiple prompts has been SO NICE. It’s filled my little rotted goblin brain with ideas >:3 So tysm for that! Idk if you saw it yet, but I borrowed the dorm room one for a previous request! 

Gonna go with the “we can get caught” concept here, just because I’m a sucker for that too tbh (see below: that word count, that I actually cut from already LMAO). I accidentally wrote a Dom!Arven, so I’m sorry for that :’D Hope you enjoy!! x 

Light My Beacon | (Arven x F!Reader)

Note: In case anyone is new here, please note that I headcanon Arven as an adult! Please consider this aged up if I’m proven wrong in the future.

Rating: Mature/Explicit | WC: 1,848

“This is such a bad ideahh!~”

Below you, you can hear the chatter of tourists and Paldean natives sightseeing near Porto Marinada. The chirps of their accompanying Pokémon. The deep blue waves and white foam that crash against the shore like clockwork. The occasional Kilowattrel flies overhead, leaving the flaps of their wings echoing in your eardrums.

You feel the warm Spring sun beating down on your pinkened cheeks. The cold metal of the railing – covered in sharp, deep orange flecks of paint that are chipping away, thanks to the elements – pressed against your back. A chilly sea breeze blows by, sending Gooserene bumps down your skin. More bumps are sent upward from your lower half as you feel a particularly delicious jolt within you, paired by a harsh nip at your neck. 

You swallow back a whimper. A short squeak makes its way past your vocal cords anyway. “Arven, shit, t-this is so stupid.”

Ignoring your half-assed protests, your partner continues to pulse into your sweet spot with his middle and ring fingers. Working you with more vigor than he beats eggs smooth, or kneads dough to the perfect pliability for molding. It’s taking every ounce of air in your lungs not to cry out Arven’s name, so you whisper-yell your concerns while clinging onto his shirt for dear life. 

“What if– mmn, w-what if someone comes up here?!”

He ceases the war he’d been waging on your neck to chuckle against the freshly-bruised skin, placing a soft, open-mouthed kiss before responding. “Guess we’ll just have to listen for visitors…” He kisses up your jawline, and just as he presses the edge of his thumb to your clit, he murmurs against your ear, “Which means you’re gonna have to shut the fuck up.”

You hate to admit it to yourself, but you love when Arven gets like this. Makes you feel like the most valuable treasure in the region. The most beautiful girl in the world. When he’s so ravenous that he’ll do whatever it takes to make a mess of you, even if it entails being just a little mean, it lights a fire in you that nobody but him can extinguish.

Arven’s harsh words wring out another needy whine. Your lower belly feels as warm as the coppery beige slabs of stone that rest beneath your shoes. 

He chuckles, then teases, “You’re so into this, aren’t you?” 

He lightly nips at your earlobe, kisses just underneath where your ear meets your neck, then hovers an inch back up to continue. “You’re getting off on the fact that anyone can hear your pretty little moans, yeah?”

Arven’s free hand, which was caging you against the banister, reaches up and tangles into your hair as he pulls away from your profile to get a better look at you. He grins at the sight, hungrily drinking in the way your hips wantonly rock against his thick digits, and how subtly your legs quiver, weakened with adrenaline and pleasure.

Quietly, he mutters, “Anyone can climb that ladder, or simply…” He lightly tugs your tresses, forcing another whimper out of you as your face greets the clouds. “...Look up, and they’ll have the perfect view of me destroying this tight little pussy of yours.” 

Your stomach does a flip – both at the mental-image, and at your boyfriend’s wording. His face creeps closer to yours. He licks a small strip against the center of your throat before closing his lips against it; before loosening his grip in your hair, allowing your head back to its natural forward-facing position. Through hazy vision, you can see that Arven’s pupils are blown wide, rendering his visible eye more blackened than aquatic. 

Leaning in towards your mouth, but not quite closing the gap, he whispers the end of his thoughts. “And you love it.”

He hovers there, then pulls back slightly when you lean in to steal a kiss. Responding to the frustrated mewl that escapes you, his smug grin widens. “Admit it, lil’ cutie.”

“F-fuck,” you sigh, “Yes, Arven, I love it so much.”

A quiet, cocky laugh emits from your lover as he leans into your lips. “Good girl.” 

He closes the gap, and you pull away shortly after to gasp, “N-need more, please.”

“Oh, so it’s not that you don’t mind someone catching us… you want someone to catch us.”

“Don’t care, god, please fuck me.” You swallow a moan, then continue your pleas. “Need you so bad, please Arven~”

Arven silences you with another kiss, this one much more forceful. He untangles your locks from his fingers and flattens a supportive palm on the back of your head, just above your nape. Leaves you breathless. When Arven opens a new gap, you peer below you as he slowly pulls his fingers from your pussy, then your pants, and lifts them up to your mouth. Your lips part, and gazing up at your boyfriend with Deerling-like eyes, you let him slip his slickened digits inside. Twirling your tongue around his fingers like you would his cock, sucking yourself off of him. Sucking him clean. Driving yourself insane with want.

You notice a proud glint in Arven’s eye as he cups your face in both hands and dips back down. His chapped lips touching your smoother ones, he murmurs, “Such a good girl for me,” before rewarding you with more kisses. “Y’taste so fucking good,” Arven groans into another. His approval sends a shiver down your spine as you practically melt into his touch.

Your grip moves from Arven’s broad shoulders, down his clothed torso, and onto the front of his pants. Before you can unbutton them for him, he swats you away, taking matters into his own hands. Once his cock springs free, he undoes your bottoms as well. He only brings them below your hips, but for ease of access, you promptly let them fall to your ankles.

Without pulling away from your kiss, Arven lifts one of your legs with his fingertips – as if it weighs nothing – and curls it around his side. He adjusts the angle of his hips slightly to line up with your center… but opts to toy with you a bit. Arven slowly slides his length against your folds; softly thrusting his head against your clit, painting your labia with a mixture of your arousal and his pre-cum, creating the lewdest little sounds between your bodies. 

“Mnn,” you whine into your partner’s lips, pulling away slightly to use your words. “Fuck, stop that,” you urge. 

You’re practically about to snap just from being fingered and teased, meanwhile Arven’s having a great time milking every last drop of your patience. Smiling as he gnaws his bottom lip. Basking in how eagerly you squirm against him. If he weren’t so goddamn beautiful, you’d want to punch that cocky, knowing look off of his face.

“Pleas– oh, fuck!” 

Arven plunges into you without warning, his face contorting into a cheeky, cat-like grin as he watches yours morph from frustrated to fucked up. You suppose it makes sense. There was no need to pause and use spit as lube when you’ve already concocted an excess of your own.

Dragging your hands up to Arven’s blonde and brown tresses, you tangle your fingers between the strands, desperate for something to hang onto. You bite your lip so as to stop yourself from practically announcing to all of Paldea that you’re being fucked on top of the Porto Marinada lighthouse in broad daylight. Just as a heady cry begins to evade your defenses, Arven plants his lips on yours. 

He growls into your mouth as you mewl into his, echoing one another back and forth. Wrestling your tongues together, then sucking his before he harshly tugs your bottom lip between his teeth. All the while his hips snap into yours, his thick cock reaching so, so deep. Arven is strategic in his thrusts, making sure no skin-on-skin smacks reverberate into the midday air. You wish with all your heart that he would just forget that and pound into your cunt without mercy. 

Arven’s got you sweating beneath his touch, his free, calloused, large hand cupping your chest, your cheek, your neck, your hip. Has you panting like a fucking Growlithe with each firm tap his dick makes against your g-spot. Humming like an Altaria with each moan he breathes against your lips. Making your core tingle as he leans his forehead against yours, drowning you in hushed praise and insults in tandem; softly telling you that you’re his perfect slut, his good little whore, his desperate princess.

You wrap your arms around Arven, biting his shoulder to keep yourself from letting the screams that reside in the back of your throat come out to play. Needing to gain his own composure, your lover digs his fingers into your hooked leg, with a vice grip on the handrail beneath his other fist. Like a fraying thread, you feel yourself come undone as his cock begins to harden and twitch inside of you.

“F-fuh– I’m cumming,” you whine into Arven’s collar, just before you’re slain by a little death. “Please don’t stop, Arven!”

He pulls you from his shoulder, forcing you to look him in the eye. “Mm, go ‘head and cum for me.” He hisses your name, followed by, “God, you feel so fucking good.”

Right when stars begin coating your vision, Arven mirrors you. You bask in how good he feels, pulsating inside your tightening cunt, coating it in thick ribbons of cum. As he pulls out, his release drips slowly down his shaft and your leg. 

Unfortunately, you don’t have time to clean up the mess: before either of you can so little as catch your breath, you hear the soft patters of rubber and skin against metal. 

An indication that you’re about to have company. 

Both sets of eyes lock and widen as you simultaneously curse under your breath. Each of you pull your pants up, then hurry to help fix each other’s messy hair. Just before the group of… Unovan, you think? tourists show themselves, Arven and you lean on the handrail, pretending to gaze out at the land below you.

“Wow, a lovely views from here!” one girl prompts. Her Paldean is broken, but it’s cute that she tried, and you appreciate the effort.

“Definitely,” you agree, pulling away from the railing and inconspicuously tugging at Arven’s sleeve. You turn and give him a look that silently says, ‘Let’s go,’ and he responds with a subtle nod. “Enjoy your stay!” you offer, as you and your boyfriend scurry away. 

As you clamber onto the ladder, you both fall into a fit of giggles. “I can’t believe we did that,” you mutter.

“Right?!” Arven responds from above you. “Look at us go!” 

Once you’re both on solid ground again, you make way to the nearest Pokémon Center, crossing your fingers in hope that its restrooms won’t be too crowded. There’s no way either of you are trekking back home to Mesagoza like this.

#arven pokemon #arven x reader #pokemon arven #pokemon x reader #pokemon sv #pokemon scarvi #pokemon scarlet #pokemon violet #pokemon scvi #trainer arven #rival arven #pokémon arven x reader #pokemon arven x reader #no use of y/n #pokemon fanfiction #pokemon fanfic #arven x f!reader #arven x female reader #arven x female trainer #established relationship #slightly ooc #ooc arven #anon

[l1tw1ck]

What's Cooking Good Looking?

You get tempted by seeing your boyfriend while he's cooking

Bottom!FTM Arven x Top!Masc Reader

{Request} | AFAB Language Used

CW: Fingering, Squirting, Biting, Daddy Kink, Breeding Kink, Creampie

📝 774 Words

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You wash your face and leave the bathroom, pretty exhausted from battling in Area Zero. Your expression softens seeing your boyfriend in a cute little apron, cooking something hot for you to eat.

You wrap your arms around him, resting your head on his body. "Thanks, love."

Arven blushes, about to respond but his voice gets caught in his throat when you unzip his jeans. "Here?" His voice is kind of shaky but you can sense some excitement in there.

"That okay, baby?" You ask, stopping for him.

He nods softly. The food doesn't require a lot of attention and he's dreamed of doing this for so long.

You pull his boxers down, rubbing his clit and pushing two digits inside his already wet cunt.

He leans against your shoulder, hands gripping your forearms for balance.

"Can you squirt for me baby? Hm?" You nibble on the outer part of his ear.

Arven lets out a shaky breath. "Yeah-" He bites his lip, his legs starting to shake. "Yes- ah~"

You litter bites along his neck, gently humping him from behind. You sink your teeth into his shoulder, causing Arven to come with a loud sound, wetting the ground cabinet and the floor itself with his squirt.

While he's coming down from his high, you take out your hard length and slide it in between his thighs.

Arven moans softly. "Just put it in, please." He whines.

You do as he asked, pushing yourself inside him. Arven rests his hands on the counter and lowers his head. "Yes.." He sighs dreamily.

You hold his waist, fucking him nice and slow. "You'd make such a good housewife, cooking for me in just an apron and panties. Not to mention with a shiny ring on your finger."

Arven moans and arches his back, pushing himself back onto your length. "Yes- please."

"Yeah? You wanna be my pretty little wife, baby?" You spank him. "My little at home slut?"

"Yes yes yes-" Arven moves himself to meet your thrusts. "Harder, please-"

Your nails create marks in his skin as you fuck him at a harsher and more intense pace. "A pretty housewife like you deserves to be bred, right?"

Arven rolls his eyes back, squirting hard on your cock.

"I'll take that as a yes." You pick him up, his back flush against your chest. "I'll make you so full, baby, gonna come inside you as many times as you want."

Arven lets out a soft whimper, holding onto you tightly. "Please~"

"Give me a number, baby."

"Th- three-"

You bring him into a messy kiss, thrusts losing momentum as you reach your release. Arven moans into the kiss, squeezing your cock tight to milk it for more of its cum.

You manage to turn him around without much cum falling to the floor. "That's one." You smile. He wraps his legs and arms around you and resumes that messy kiss, rolling his hips to encourage you to keep going.

You go back to a fast and relentless pace, slamming him down on your cock to meet your thrusts. Arven pulls away and floods the room with moans, his sounds of pleasure almost drowning out the wet sloppy sounds of him being fucked.

"Gonna get you knocked up, make your tummy full with my kids." Your hand grazes his stomach before returning to his waist.

"Fuck~!" Arven throws his head back, coming again. "Want yo- your kids so bad- Daddy~!"

You groan, biting his shoulder and spilling inside him once again, more sensitive from already having come before. Arven cries out in pleasure, holding onto you tightly.

"Two." You say.

As trainers, the two of you still have enough stamina to keep going at least once more. "One more time-" You breathe out, pulling his apron down and pushing his shirt up.

Arven takes his shirt off completely, giving you full access to his nipples. You lick one of the soft buds, gently biting it and pulling.

Arven rolls his head back, gasping as you start fucking him again. "Yes~! Ah~!"

You move to suck on the other nipple, your hands gripping his ass. He tongue lolls out, eyes rolled to the back of his head as your thrusts become harder.

He places his hand on the back of your head, urging you to keep sucking on his nipple. "'M so close~! 'M gonna co- come aga- again Daddy~!"

With one final slam, the two of you coming at the same time, your shirt becoming wet from Arven's release.

Arven rests his head on your shoulder, letting you bring him to his bathroom to clean him up.

#wicks🕯works #wicks🕯requests #male reader #top male reader #top reader #arven x male reader #arven x reader #pokemon arven #pokemon smut #pokemon x male reader #pokemon x reader #pokémon x reader #dom male reader #dom reader #sub character #🕯️arven #🕯️pokemon

[arvensimp]

your father should know, pt 2.5

Arven leaves you with something more than either of you bargained for when he goes off to Kalos for an internship, and through a series of miscommunications and heartbreak, he returns a few years later to learn that he actually has a child.

arven x reader, nsfw content, pregnancy, angst, and stupid miscommunications

[part 1] [part 2]

thanks for your patience waiting for this part!! also thank you to my beautiful betas for helping me <3

SO. This is basically just an alternative ending to the fic that I thought of and couldn't get out of my brain. i hope y'all like it. again. this is just an alt. ending, branching off of part 2. there will still be a part 3 to the main fic wherein arven has been gone for a year+ and comes back having had no idea about anything. i just wanted to feed everyone while also feeding my own fantasies lololol

Rika lost count of how many hours had passed since she rushed you into L&D. Adrenaline kicked in, and beyond timing contractions, she hadn't thought to check the actual time on her phone or watch or anything. 

She knows Nemona arrived not long after, bringing your go-bag and your cute labor dress, so you could change out of that horrible, assless hospital gown, but...again... No clue about the time.

All Rika knows is you've been crying and yelling for so, so long. Yeah, labor isn't like a walk through the Artazon gardens or something, but... You're so miserable, your hair tamped down to your forehead with sweat as you groan through every contraction.

The nurses say you shouldn't push yet, you're not far enough along or something? But with contractions like that? Fuck, they're the medical professionals, and if you're not feeling the urge to push, either? Who's Rika to say you should push?

But you keep crying... Hiccuping sobs that are only interrupted when you're forced to groan through a contraction that seizes your body. 

Rika has no problem holding your hand, wiping the sweat and tears from your face, pulling back your hair, any of that. But... Even then. She can tell she isn't the best person for this situation.

You don't want her here. Well. You do, but you don't want her here as much as you'd want someone else.

The attending nurse has left the two of you alone for a bit after checking yours and the baby's vitals. She says everything's fine. You're just progressing really slowly. It's apparently normal for a mother's first time.

Rika takes your hand again, using the one you've been squeezing just a bit less. She's been trying to swap them out a bit just for stamina sake.

"Hey, Mama..."

"Hey..."

"What can I do here?"

Your lip wobbles, and you shrug.

"No, none of that. I mean, yes, you keep crying." She squeezes your hand gently. "You cry as much and as loud as you need. But what can I do to help?"

"...More ice chips?"

Rika gives you a half smile and with her other hand produces the already filled cup. "You know I got you."

You take them and munch for a bit until another contraction starts up, and you pass it back, your eyes closing in concentration.

Rika almost reminds you of your breathing from class, but she knows better. Even if it doesn't get her a swift smack up the head, it'd kind of be an asshole move.

You groan lowly through it, breathing technique either lost or forgotten, and when the feeling passes, your voice breaks into another sob.

"Hey now... You got it. That's another one down..." Rika pets your head softly and watches as another nurse walks in to check on you.

She roots around for a bit under the modesty sheet or whatever, and you wince but otherwise make no comment, only sitting up and looking hopefully at her when she stands. The nurse smiles at you. "The baby is still doing fine! Just taking their sweet time is all."

As soon as she leaves the room, your face drops along with your upper half as you fall against the raised bed back with another frustrated cry that devolves into more sobs. You hide your face in your hands.

"Hey..." Rika's heart breaks. She follows your movement, taking one of your hands in both of hers. "I don't wanna make you mad here. Just a suggestion... Do you wanna talk to that Arven guy? I'll call him myself. Give him hell if you need to."

You freeze, your breath hitching and then hiccuping. "H-...He doesn't wanna talk to me..."

"I didn't ask that. Do you wanna talk to him? Do you think it'll help you get through this?"

Your hand that isn't in Rika's goes to the top of your tummy, rubbing little circles into the soft fabric of your dress. "...Yeah..." It comes out soft and wet as you sniffle.

"On it. Be right back. You just call if you need anything, okay?" Rika gets up, grabs your phone, and leaves the room.

It takes her no time to find Arven's contact and to copy the number to her own phone. She dials, and the call goes to voicemail.

"Motherfucker…" Under normal circumstances, she might understand, but...eh, now's not the time. So she calls again.

It rings once...twice...

"Hello?" A masculine voice answers.

"Hey, is this Arven?"

"Uh, may I ask who's calling?"

"This is Rika of the Paldean Pokemon League." She says, putting on her most official-sounding voice. The kind she does for interviewees at the League that piss her off during their first impressions. "Is this Arven Sada-Turo?"

"...Yes..?" Good. He at least sounds a little nervous. "Can I…help you?"

"Yeah, I have a champion here who wants to talk to you."

Arven guesses your name, sounding half incredulous, and Rika wonders if he's maybe an idiot. Who else would call him nine months after telling him she's pregnant?

"Ding ding ding. She's here in the delivery room, and for some godforsaken reason, she said she wanted to talk to you. Be nice, okay? I'll know if you say something rude, and if you make her cry again, I'm swearing to Arceus right now that I'll fuck you up."

"What?!"

"What?!" Rika mocks back at him, maybe a little meanly, but he obviously deserves it. "Just be nice. She's in a lot of pain and has been for hours now." She walks back into your room, changing her tone entirely. "Hey, Mama. Guess who I got on the phone here..." She says sweetly as she passes it to you.

"Arven...?" You ask.

-

Your voice is ragged, and you sound near the edge of tears, if you aren't already crying.

"Yeah, Buddy?" Arven asks. "I'm here." He's holding the phone to his ear in both hands, cradling it like a...

Oh God, he's gonna throw up. No. No.

He swallows back nervous bile. The delivery room? What the fuck? Since when were you pregnant? Around the time you told him to fuck off? How long ago was that again? Fuck. He can't think. He wants to be mad, but...

"Arven." You say again, unsure, like you think it's not him, maybe? He hears your voice, and his heart melts.

"Yeah, Bud. It's me. It's been a while... Are you okay?" Stupid question.

"N-not really..." Oh no, you really are crying. "I-I'm having a b-baby..."

"Hey. Hey, don't cry." Fuck, what should he say? "What can I do?"

"I miss you..." You sound miserable.

"I... I miss you, too, Bud..." This is crazy. This is crazy. What is happening? Arven's vision is going in and out of focus, but he can't seem to actually see anything. All that's buzzing around his head is that fact that you're having a baby?! "Sh...should I... Do you want me there?" 

On the other end, you cry out loudly, the phone shuffling out of your hands. He hears another voice, softer, but he can't make out what it's saying. Arven yells your name into the receiver, but there's no response. All he can hear is you moaning in agony for what feels like an eternity.

Then there's more shuffling. "A-Arven?" It's your voice again, panting.

His keys are in his hands, and he's already out of his apartment, standing in the streets of Lumiose City.

"I'm on my way right now. Which hospital are you in?"

"Wh-wh...?"

"Do you... Do you want me to come? I'll be there as soon as I can. Just tell me where to find you." He's already sprinting to the closest train station.

Unfortunately, he can't understand your blubbering as you're overtaken by more sobs.

"Buddy? Bud. Bud, listen to me, okay? Can you hand the phone back to Rika? Just for a minute."

There's a quick rustling sound then the sound of Rika's contralto voice. "Listen buster, I can't tell if you're on thin ice or not, but she's still upset."

"Rika, I don't understand what's happening, but I'm trying to get to you, if she wants me there. Can you tell me where you are?" He's breathless from sprinting and adrenaline.

He hears Rika speak softly to you on the other line. "Ya want the sperm donor hanging around?"

Sperm donor? What the fuck? Who's the sperm donor? Arven doesn't have time for this. He's already looking at the time tables for the different trains headed into Paldea. Which city should he be looking for though? Would a flying taxi be faster? He'll ask at the desk.

"Levincia Memorial. I'll be sure they let you in."

Levincia. At least that's close to the Kalosian border.

Arven nods before realizing Rika can't hear. "Thanks. Uh... Sh-should I stay on the line?" He pulls the phone away for just a moment to speak to the representative, but he keeps his ear focused for the sound of your voice.

"...He's gonna come, kay?"

"O-Okay..." And then suddenly it sounds like you're groaning or crying again? He can't make out much by way of words from you, but you sound so broken... Fuck, what happened while he was gone? Had some loser really knocked you up?

"Hi, yeah, I need to get to Levincia City as quickly as possible. When does the next train arrive? Or do you know if there's a flying taxi service that works between Kalos and Paldea?" Is he talking too fast with his Paldean accent? His Kalosian isn't phenomenal, but it's passable, especially after being here for the past…however long. A year? Is hasn't been a year yet, surely. It should be fine.

The guy behind the glass narrows his eyes and starts typing into his computer. "Uh…yeah… We got trains into Levincia. Next one leaves in…40 minutes. Taxis though… they'll cost ya."

Arven can hear you yelling on the other end of the phone.

"Doesn't matter. How fast can I get there?"

"We can call you a cab to be here in a few minutes, get you there, as the Talonflame flies… Maybe an hour or two?"

"Done. Thank you, sir." He slams (maybe a little too forcefully) one of his cards down on the counter, then goes back to his phone where he speaks your name softly into the receiver. "You there?"

You pant heavily from the other end. "I'm in hell… This is hell…" 

"Well, call me Orpheus because I'm on my way to hell to come be with you, okay?"

"...Really?"

"Really, Bud." Arven takes his card back from the clerk and nods his thanks. "I just bought my taxi ticket. I'm gonna be there as soon as I can."

"A-Arven…" You sound all choked up again.

"Hey. Don't cry okay. Or. Wait. Maybe do cry? Is crying good? Are you supposed to cry?"

You sound like you might have laughed at that. "I dunno…but I'm still scared…" You tell him.

"Th-that's okay, Bud." He breathes. "You can be scared. It sounds scary. I'm scared for you." He hears you sob miserably on the other end. Fuck, that was probably a bad thing to say? "But! Listen to me! But… I mean, I'm sure you know this…" Arven's eyes go back to the clerk who is directing him toward a platform to wait for his taxi. "You gotta keep being strong, okay?" He nods in thanks to the other man and goes to wait. "You've got…a…a-a baby…" Holy shit, a baby. "To be strong for. They need you. So…uh… I guess? Um… Just push?" 

"I-I can't…"

"What do you mean you can't? You're like the strongest person in Paldea. Of course you can."

"No I mean…" You take a breath. Good. That's good. Breathing is good. You being calm is good. "It's not time yet. I'm not ready. Or…like, the baby isn't ready."

"What, like it's too soon?" Like a premature baby or something? He wants to add, but that would probably freak you out again. Best not to do that.

"Yeah… just gotta keep…" You groan into the earpiece, and Arven hears more shuffling. It stays like that for a long while, with you groaning or breathing heavily, until his taxi arrives, and he steps in. You seem to come back as he closes the door.

"Just gotta keep breathing. And waiting." You finish. 

Arven nods, not entirely sure what to say, then adds. "Can they give you meds or something?" He asks.

"Believe it or not, they already have," You reply about as dryly as one can when they've been sobbing off and on for the past however long.

"Holy shit. Well, let me reiterate what I said about you being strong then."

That seems to get an honest little chuckle out of you, and Arven feels a genuine weight lift from his shoulders. He wants to make you laugh again. It's been so long, and he misses the sound of it, even this tinny version of it, distorted through bad cell service."I-I, uh… I'm in the taxi now. I'll be there as soon as I can be, okay?"

"...Thank you."

"Don't mention it."

"No really. Thank you. I know you probably didn't want to spend your day doing this."

Arven shrugs. "Eh… I don't know if it's what I was expecting, but I promise not to hold it against you." His tone is light and teasing as he hopes to get another laugh, but it doesn't come.

"You really don't need to bother," You tell him softly after a moment. "If that's how you feel about the whole situation."

"What? No! It's just a joke, Bud!" But it seems you'd already hung up on him or something because the line cuts out.

He spends the next several minutes fretting over whether or not he should call back. Maybe something happened in the room at that exact time? And him calling would make it worse? Hell, Rika's phone might've died.

However, by the time he's worked up the courage to call the number again, it seems as though he's too high up, and the cell service is shot, so he's stuck stewing in the stratosphere, marinating in a miasma of apprehension. He shoots off a text to the number.

>Hey, I think the line went dead, but I'm still on my way! I hope everything is okay! Please stay strong! You're really amazing, alright? You've got this!!!

The little dot in the corner stays unfilled, showing the message as unsent but trying.

Arven sighs and sits back, his leg bouncing nervously.

What the fuck happened while he was gone? When did you get knocked up anyway? And how long had he been gone? The two of you had done it, after all… so if he left back in…

But no, you said that the baby was early or something, right? You did, right? So it couldn't be his. He's definitely been away 10 months, and that would be too long. Pregnancies don't last 40 weeks. They last 9 months, so that would be 36 weeks. Not 40. And your baby is early anyway. Apparently?

Arven sighs.

What the fuck happened while he was gone?

Maybe whatever asshole you were with was also the one who blocked his number on your phone, so he couldn't text you anymore.

Or… he guesses you weren't or aren't with them anymore? Because otherwise they'd be with you, right? And you wouldn't need to come crying to him. Not that he minds, of course! As utterly bizarre and anxiety inducing as this whole thing is, he's still glad to hear from you again. But really, what kinda jerk wouldn't be with you if they knocked you up? Especially someone as great as you?

Arven fumes at the thought of you having spent the last 9 months alone without anyone at your side. Why didn't you call him if you needed help? Hell, he may not be this kid's biological dad, but… Fuck, he knows how much it sucks not to have parents around. Maybe he could've… if you wanted him to… if he stayed?

Then again if he'd stayed, maybe you wouldn't be in this mess. The two of you would just be together.

Or. Well, he hopes you would be? That's what it sorta seemed like when you'd dropped him off at the airport all those months ago.

Ugh, he can't think about that now. How stupid! You're about to be a mother! You've got a whole human to worry about (and potentially push out of your body–oh God he can't think too hard about that one he might get sick). You've got bigger frillish to fry than some shoulda-coulda-woulda romance with him!

So Arven spends the rest of the ride restlessly bouncing his knees until the cabbie stomps on the roof, yelling at him to stop with the twitching because it fucks up the birds' control of the basket. After that he can only nervously bite at his thumbnail until he's eventually dropped in front of the hospital.

Arven nearly jumps from the stupid cab in an attempt to get out faster but thinks better of it. He's no good to you with a broken ankle.

Once he's properly out of the cab though, he at least (but barely) has the graces about him to yell out a thanks to the driver as he makes a mad dash toward the entrance.

From there, it's like a blur as he's guided to your room by hospital staff. He hears you first, from down the hall, that same, low groaning he'd heard over the phone. It reverberates down the hall, and he starts running to it, calling your name loudly as he opens the door.

"Sir, you can't just–" Someone from the nurses' station yells to him, but he doesn't pay them any mind.

The sight of you there burns in his mind like a brand. You're in a bed with the back propped up halfway, and your legs are hitched into stirrups.

You.

It's been nearly a year, and you.

You…you look wrecked. Your hair is a mess of knots, and sweat has dampened it down, making it stick to your neck and forehead where it hasn't been swept away into a nest that he can't tell is either a ponytail or a bun or something.

You've been crying, your cheeks and eyes red, and he can see even at a glance where the tear tracks have dried across your cheekbones.

You're still so beautiful to him, even like this.

"Looks like Dad finally made it." One of the doctors between your legs says, and Arven is about to correct her when he's interrupted. "Go ahead and get on her other side."

It's then that Arven sees someone else holding one of your hands. A person with long bluish-green hair.

Part of him almost wonders if this is the sperm donor Rika was talking about, but then he remembers that these doctors think he's the father. There's no dad here.

"Arven…" Your voice breaks him from his thoughts, you're reaching a hand for his from across the room. "You really came."

He's at your side in an instant, clasping your single hand in both of his. "A-absolutely! I told you I'd be here fast as I could."

You nod, seemingly tearing up again, and the person on your other side snaps their fingers in your face.

"Hey! Hey hey," They tell you. "No more tears right now, 'kay? We gotta keep you breathing properly, so you can push. You ready, Mama?"

Mama? Oof what a weird thing to call you… But the person has a point, you probably can't be getting all weepy if you're about to–

"Holy fuck!" Arven cries out loud as you squeeze his hands in time with your groan. (A stupider man might compare the sound to a miltank lowing, but no one has to know that Arven maybe had that thought...)

"That was great." The doctors address you, completing ignoring Arven's distress and potentially broken metacarpals. 

The person at your side looks to him with a wicked grin.

"Got here just in time for the fun, Dad."

"Don't tease him like that, Rika," You say between pants, your eyes closed in concentration. So that's Rika… 

You gently tap a finger against one of Arven's hands without letting go or looking at him quite yet. "Sorry…"

"S'fine." Arven lies, ignoring the pain in his hand as he taps his thumb against yours. "Just…let me know what else I can do to help." He wiggles his less-squeezed hand free and uses it to push a stray bit of your hair back behind your ear with a soft smile.

"Just don't go, okay?" You say, small and tired.

Arven tilts his head to the side and quirks an eyebrow, still keeping that same soft grin on you. "I wouldn't dream of it."

He doesn't mind if a few of his fingers are broken along the way. He has you back. …Kinda? Not that you're his, obviously, but you're near him, and he's near you, and he can help you, and isn't that something?

And isn't it something else entirely when your screaming just a few minutes later is joined by another voice, smaller, raspier, and entirely brand new?

The baby boy (a boy!) is brought to your breast, still wet and red and screeching at the novelty and cold and change of his entire existence so far. Arven doesn't know anything about babies. Not really, but he doesn't look too small at all. Not like he's premature at least.

Really, he looks perfect. Is it weird that he thinks that?

He watches as the doctors take the baby from you, though he's still attached by the umbilical cord, and then someone is handing Arven clamps or scissors or something.

"Does Dad want to do the honors?" One of the nurses asks him.

"Wh-wha…?" Arven hesitates and looks to you nervously. "I-Is that okay? I don't know if I'm qualified."

But the nurse is already placing the cord between the clamps and telling him to just snip.

So he does?

It all happens so fast, and then he looks down at you, and you're smiling up at him, looking so, so tired. Which, yeah, that makes sense.

"Hey!" Rika pseudo-shouts from your other side, having been distracted by something else. "I wanted to be the one to do that."

"Oh, uh. My bad?" Arven says, and he dumbly almost goes to hand her the clamps before a nurse takes them.

"Yeah, whatever. Can I take this loser out back and teach him a lesson, Mama? I'll do it." She asks you, grinning all the while.

"Loser?! C'mon that's a little harsh." Arven says, incredulous, but you place a sleepy hand on each of their forearms.

"I'm not gonna have any fighting right now. Please? There's a whole new person that just got here. I kinda wanna focus on that before we get to the fighting or whatever?"

Rika calms down with an exaggerated, "Yeah yeah yeah, whatever you say." It's also at that time that her phone buzzes. "Son of a…again?" She takes the device from the bedside table, looks at it, and groans. "I really hate to do this, but now that you've expelled your darling potato, do you mind if I take this real fast?" Rika asks you, pointing to the door. "I'll just be out there for a moment."

You nod, and before Rika goes, she takes a moment to look Arven up and down, giving him the stink eye with one of those 'I'm watching you' type gestures where she points two fingers to her eyes then to him threateningly.

Only once she's gone does he finally breathe a sigh of relief and collapse into the chair next to you, scooting it closer, so he can sit by your head.

It's around that time that the nurse also brings your baby back, now tightly swaddled up in a blanket and wearing a little orange cap.

"Congratulations again," She says, handing him off to you. "We'll continue monitoring you from here, and you've still got the placenta to deliver, but you're through the worst of it."

You thank the nurse and hold the little boy tightly to you, adjusting his blanket just a bit to better see his smooshed little face.

"What's his name?" Arven asks. He can't stop staring at this tiny little thing. He looks so much like you. Because, duh. That's how babies work. But…wow. He loves you, obviously. He never stopped loving you, even when he was mad at you all those months ago, so in a sense he gets that he would love your kid, too, even if he only just met him… but holy shit the sheer amount of love he feels for this itty bitty little buddy you're holding is kinda scaring him.

"Basil." You say softly, as if you just decided.

"...I like it. Good choice." Arven tells you. He gingerly reaches out a hand toward the baby, delicately stroking his cheek.

"Hi Basil. Nice to meetcha, Bud. I'm Arven."

He notices that you tense at his side as he speaks. Must be some kinda protective mother instinct thing, maybe? So Arven withdraws his hand.

"He's beautiful."

"Isn't he though?" You agree dreamily, moving similarly to stroke Basil's cheek with your index finger. "Hello, my sweet boy…"

Basil seems to recognize the sound of your voice because he opens his eyes, blinking wide and owlishly, looking all over for the source of the sound as you coo softly at him. Eventually his gaze settles in on you, and you pull him in closer for kisses all over his tiny face. His cap gets jostled askew in the process.

Beside you, Arven's heart drops into the pit of his stomach.

Not only does Basil have teal eyes to match his own; his hair is two-toned, an achingly familiar blond and mousy brown.

That sick feeling Arven had felt in the cab comes roaring back to him with a vengeance.

"E-Excuse me." He says suddenly, standing. He thinks he hears you say something sharp, punctuated with a pang of panic or worry, but the sound of blood pulsing in his ears drowns it out.

There's a bathroom in your hospital suite, but even at that short distance he barely makes it in time before he's emptied the contents of his stomach.

What the fuck.

This kid has to be his. Right?

Why didn't you tell him?

He stays there, clinging to the cold tile of the hospital floor for what feels like a very long, long time, as he thinks he hears shuffling outside the door. He's not entirely sure since the rushing sound in his ears won't go away.

Eventually what pulls him back is the sound of Basil crying, small and scared and so, so new.

Basil.

That…that could be his boy. Has to be his boy, right? His boy.

If you wanted him to be? Or…well, even if you didn't want him to be? Did Arven have rights here? If you wanted him around though, couldn't Basil be his boy? Wouldn't he want that? To be a…a dad to a little baby boy who looks just like him? To give him the dad that he never got to have?

Fuck, could he even be a dad?

Arven suddenly feels sick all over again.

No.

No, breathe. Breathe.

Okay…

Maybe…maybe you don't want him to be a dad? That could make sense, right? How could some guy whose own dad didn't want him ever be a good father?

No. That's not like you. You don't think like that. Right?

Fuck. He can't have all these thoughts in a hospital bathroom.

He needs to get off the tile. He needs to stand. He needs to…to…

He needs to talk to you.

Basil isn't crying anymore.

Arven stands on shaking legs. He splashes his face with icy water. He rinses his mouth. Splashes his face again.

When he opens the door back out to your suite, Basil is tucked snuggly against your breast nursing, so he tries to politely look away.

The doctors or nurses or whoever are also all talking to you, so Arven just kinda stands at the door while you listen to them.

From the bits he picks up, Basil sounds healthy? Good test scores and whatnot for whatever baby tests they made him take, he imagines.

Arven really doesn't want to stare, but he can't help that his eye keeps going back to the baby. To…

"--And you and the father will need to go ahead and complete the birth certificate." One of the nurses says, making Arven's ears perk up.

"O-Oh. Uh, yeah." You say, taking the slip of paper from her with your free hand. "Thanks."

They seem to disperse soon after, leaving you alone with Basil while Arven continues to stand awkwardly at the door to the bathroom, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

Your attention is still on the baby, the paper face down on the bedside table.

Arven clears his throat, and you startle, which makes Basil unlatch and fuss. You shoot Arven a glare, and he quickly apologizes.

"I was just getting the hang of it. I think." You say tersely.

He politely looks away while you try to reposition the baby and calm him again.

He only shuffles over to sit by you once he hears Basil suckling. "Is this okay?" He asks vaguely, not really looking at you or the baby, even though he really wants to.

"Uh…sure…" You say. The hesitancy makes you sound nervous, but Arven can't totally tell without looking at your face.

…

"How are you feeling?" You both ask each other at the same time, then back off with an uneasy chuckle.

"Me?" Arven eventually asks with a snort. "I just got a little sick. I'm more worried about you." It's genuine. Even with his whole panic episode and the fact that he's probably on the brink of another twelve or so…at least he didn't have to shove a person out of his loins.

You hum, and Arven hears fabric shift. "Fine, I guess. The doctors are monitoring me for now, but other than…ya know," He doesn't know, but sure? "I'm still here."

You both stay silent after that for a long moment, the only sound filling the space being Basil's tiny eating noises. Arven's heart squeezes tight.

Why didn't you tell me? Is he mine? He has to be mine. He's mine, right? Why didn't you tell me? How could you keep this from me? Why would you hurt me like this? Don't you know how much I love you? Don't you know how much I would have loved you? Don't you know how much I love him already? Isn't he mine? Can I hold him? Can I hold him?

Can I hold him?

"Where's Rika?" Arven asks. 

"Geeta called. Something at the League. Couldn't wait, I guess? Plus now that the littlest one is here, and I'm not in critical or something, I told her it was fine." You say, and Arven can see you shrug from his peripheral. "She, uh. She works for the League, too. She helped take care of me. Ya know…during."

"I know." Arven says. "I-I mean. About the League thing. She told me over the phone… Are you two, uh, y'know…?" He doesn't know how to finish the question. Maybe you didn't want Basil to have a dad at all. A family doesn't have to have a dad anyway… You don't need him.

"What? Oh, no!" You laugh the tiniest bit, just an airy, tired thing. "Rika's just a good friend. A wonderful advocate…" You sigh. "It was her idea to call you, y'know." 

Arven hears and sees you shifting. It also sounds like Basil isn't eating anymore, so he hazards a look over. True enough, the baby is sound asleep.

"Sorry again about that." You say.

"Hm?" Arven asks, lost in the sight of bundle in your arms. Can I hold him?

"Sorry she, uh… She called you. I know you've got your whole life ahead of you in Kalos right now… I know this isn't what you wanted. I told myself I wouldn't make this your problem."

"Not my… Buddy, what are you talking about?" Arven feels like he's been punched in the gut, and he doesn't want to get mad about it, but it's hard to keep the frustration from seeping into his tone. You kept this from him because you thought it wasn't his problem?

"Well, yeah. I didn't want to get in the way of your dreams, you know? I just… I felt so bad."

"You felt bad, so you sent me all those horrible messages and told me to stop talking to you?" Arven interrupts, doing his damnedest to keep his voice soft. "You… You can't just block me only to call me back at the drop of the hat. Except it's not really the drop of a hat, is it? It's the drop of my fucking baby, right? Right? He's mine, isn't he? H-he has to be, right? You haven't said it out loud, b-but… God, I can see it in him. How…how could you do this to me? How could you possibly? In what world?" Arven doesn't realize he's crying until breathing becomes harder and harder. His voice is still hushed though. He won't risk Basil waking up. "In what world could it possibly be okay for you to push me away like this? Me! I-I know I'm not the nicest guy… I-I know I didn't have the best examples of parents, but…but shouldn't that tell you that I would want to know all the more? I don't care about Kalos! I don't care about any of it! I-I cared about us! About you! I care about him! I care about being a present parent to my child more than any kind of career I could ever build. E-even if his mother doesn't think I deserved to know he even existed! H-how could you do this to me…?" His head falls into his hands.

Your fingers are on him. Gently laying on his head, feather light.

"Arven."

He tenses beneath you, hiccuping back a silent sob.

"Arven. Look at me."

He lifts his head, his teary eyes finding yours to be just as red as his own, your brows knit together in confusion and hurt. "I don't… I don't understand." The hand on his head goes to cup his cheek, one of your thumbs wiping away a tear, or more accurately, pressing it into his skin. "Of course Basil is yours. I told you… Whose else could he possibly be?" You laugh wetly and without humor. "You're the one… You're the one who never responded to me. I just didn't push you on it because I thought you had better things on your plate. I told you about all this months ago, and you blocked me. Do you not remember this?"

Arven sits up, pushing your hand away.

"Better things on my plate? Are you kidding me? It's a job. And I never blocked you? You were the one to block me!"

You sigh and take your phone from the bedside table where it sits next to the overturned and unfilled birth certificate. You open it up and hand it over to him.

It's the text conversation between yours and his number. The most recent message on his end is an error, but on your end…

>Hey! I know this isn't ideal, and I really would have rather said it in person or over a face call or even just a regular call, but I think you need to know, and I'm having a really hard time verbalizing it to you. I'm sorry to do it this way, but it's better to say it now than not at all, right?

I'm pregnant, and it's yours.

I'm so, so, SO sorry! I promise I didn't mean for it to happen like this, and I'm not trying to like…baby trap you or something. I swear! You're my best friend in the whole world, and I'm so happy that you can go and live your dream in Kalos right now. But I just feel like you should know? Like you should have a say in what happens here? I'd love to talk to you. Do...do you want to do this? Because....well if you're willing I'd want to try this. With you. But I also know that you're living your dream right now, and I don't want to get in the way of that! I want you to be able to really embrace this new journey you're taking and learn and grow and do wonderful things! But I just wanted you to know, you know? Please don't hate me. Just give me a call when you have a minute, and we can figure this out. Okay?

Arven's hand shakes as he reads. His eyes scan the screen. No. No? When was this sent? It has to be fake. The number has to be wrong. No… It…It's all there, plain as day. 

"But…" He opens his own phone. "I never got this from you. We… We had a whole different conversation."

He hands the device to you, and you shift the baby in your arms a bit before you take it. Arven's text opens the most recent conversation.

>Hey! Sorry we keep missing each other lately! I hope things are okay? Are you staying warm? It's getting kinda cold here.

>can we not do this?

>Not do what?

>"This" i'm getting real fuckin tired of you bailing on me all the time now that your some hot shot kalosian celebrity guy

>Whoa. Where is this even coming from??

>you kno exactly where its coming from, arven. Youve been super shitty to me since you left paldea and it really hurts my feelings.

>I'm sorry? I've been busy here. It's been a lot getting used to a whole new place and a whole new language. I thought you understood that. I really am sorry though.

>y'know what? I dont really care at this point. Ive had enough waiting around for you to call me or text me back. there are guys here who can do better by me

>[One Missed Call]

>[One Missed Call]

>[One Missed Call]

>Are you being serious right now? You can't be. This is a joke?

>[One Missed Call]

>[The number you are trying to reach has been disconnected and is no longer in service.]

Arven watches as your face scrunches in confusion as you read through it, your thumb moving bit by bit across the screen.

You hum softly, confused, and tilt your head to the side. "...Arven? This…this isn't me…"

"What?" He looks at the phone over your shoulder.

You point at your contact name on the top of the screen and click it open.

"That's my name, but that's…that's definitely not my number."

"What?"

He snatches the device back out of your hand.

Sure enough…the number associated with your name there…is Kalosian.

"My number…" You say, starting to type it into the dial pad. "Is this…" and lo and behold, there's no associated contact. In fact, the number pops up in red once it's fully typed out, indicating that it had been blocked.

"Wh… I… I didn't. I would never." Arven starts, going to defend himself. "You know, I wouldn't!"

"Not even after getting scared at the prospect of suddenly becoming a father?" You ask, maybe a little meanly. "Listen. I… I don't get what's going on here? I'm sorry. I don't… I don't want to get upset. I'm tired. It's been a long day." You gently bounce Basil in your arm. "I… I've prepared myself mentally to do all of this without you. I'm…" You close your eyes and swallow. "I'm sorry I called you here today. It was a moment of weakness, and if you want to go now, I won't blame you, okay? You don't… You don't need to stick around out of…I dunno, pity or some sense of obligation if it's just going to make you upset in the long run, okay? It really does seem like you had no idea until now that I'd been pregnant. So. I can't just ask you to leave your position all of the sudden. You probably have duties and responsibilities you're missing out on right now. Not to mention the fact that you haven't had a chance to mentally process any of this yet. I'm really sorry for whatever happened on your end. Whatever it was…" You sigh. "I'll be fine with Basil on my own. Like I said, that's been the plan on my end from basically the start when y–…or whoever it was, blocked my number. You can go back to Kalos and keep doing whatever cooking show and podcast and content creation whatever… it's okay. Okay?"

"No!" Arven replies, more loudly than he intended. "No… How? How could you expect me to go back to Kalos after this? No. I… I can't. I'll figure something out. Figure out what happened with everything, but…" Arven leans in and takes one of your hands. "I need you to understand. This is the absolute most important thing. You. Basil. Both of you. Even…even if you won't have me," He swallows solemnly. "I want to do everything in my power to be here and present for my son. If…if you'll let me call him that?"

Arven searches your eyes as they fill afresh with tears. You wordlessly nod, and he drops his head at your side, his own shoulders shaking a bit.

"Thank you… I'm sorry I missed so much already."

"Well, you got here in time to cut the cord, so…I think that counts for something?"

Arven sniffles through a small laugh, and you stifle back a yawn. It's then that he notices your eyes drooping.

"Oh! That's right." He tells you, sitting back up a bit. "You said you were tired. I mean, obviously. That makes sense. Do you want to take a nap? I can… I can look after Basil for you. Well, not for you like I'm babysitting or something. Like." Can I hold him? "I mean obviously," Can I hold him? "I don't wanna just be a babysitter or something." Can I hold him? "I can keep him safe though." Keep him safe?!

"It's fine…" You say, yawning again and pulling the clear, rolling bassinet on your other side closer for you to set the baby down. "I'll take a nap, and he can sleep here by me. You don't need to do anything. If you like, you might be able to get some food down in the cafeteria if you're hungry?" You wince, hissing just slightly as you adjust your body to lay down more fully.

"That's okay! I'm not hungry." Arven insists. "I'd really rather stay close by. O-or I can get you some food? If you're hungry?"

You shake your head, your eyes already closed as if half asleep. "Nah…later. Tired now."

"Okay… You go to sleep. If Basil wakes up, can I…?"

Arven doesn't finish his sentence because you're already snoring softly.

He sits quietly watching you and the baby. Your baby…his baby. It makes his chest squeeze in a hideously wonderful way.

He should be terrified. On some level, he is. This is a lot, and he's definitely going to need more than a half hour throwing up in a hospital bathroom to get used to the fact that his life has been irreversibly changed. The two of you have a whole lot to talk about, and he'll have a hell of a lot to discuss with the folks at the company he's partnering with right now to figure out how he can move back to Paldea effective immediately, not to mention what happened with his phone. He doesn't understand what could have gone on there, but no one touches his phone but him and the folks at the company who make posts on his behalf from time to time.

But…for now he just wants to watch over you and Basil. An anxious part of his brain keeps an eye on both of your chests, making sure they're rising and falling with each breath.

At some point a nurse comes in to check on everyone's vitals, and he dutifully stays out of the way as best he can.

You don't stir in the slightest through the poking and prodding or whatever the nurse does, but Basil comes back to wakefulness and starts fussing, not really crying yet but making unhappy little noises in that register that only brand new babies make.

The nurse coos him some, and Arven doesn't even realize that he stood, hovering right beside her the moment his son started fretting, until she turns and smiles at him.

"He's okay, don't worry." She reassures Arven with a softly whispered chuckle. "Just isn't too happy about being moved. I'm all done now though and'll get out of your hair."

She gently hands Basil over, putting him in Arven's arms with a kind reminder to support his head, and she's gone.

Arven doesn't even have the wherewithal in him to comment or ask if this is okay or if it's alright with you or if he's allowed to do this or–or–or…

He slowly goes to sit back down in the cushy armchair at your bedside.

Basil has mostly quieted down now, having been spoken to in soft, sweet tones and bounced gently. He's still a little sleepy and blinks blearily up at Arven.

He stares down at those eyes that match his own, and the rest of the world seems to fade away.

"Can… Can I try again? I think I messed up a little bit ago." He asks Basil under his breath, leaning in to kiss his pudgy cheek. "Hi Basil… Nice to meetcha, Bud. I'm… I'm your Dad."

#arven fanfic #arven x female reader #arven x reader #arven x pregnant!reader #pregnancy fic #pregnancy// #i think those were all the tags people wanted me to put this under so it could be black listed. please let me know if anyone needs others! #arvensimp kidfic

[a-tale-of-legends]

who are your favorite from scarlet & violet and what are your personal head cannons about them by the way?? thanks for listening to my thoughts

Hmmmm. My favorite characters? Hard to say bc I like a lot of em! But I have to say it's the kiddos ( Paldea gang + kitakami siblings). Despite it being....almost a year? I think???? Probably more??? God I can't keep track of time for shit- it's been a while since SV came out is what I'm saying. And despite that hcs still....flimsy for me right now. Though this is a thing in general I am very indecisive with how I want to characterize a character lol. But I think I have a few solid ones!

Arven - Decent to high spice tolerance! Adding with the knowledge that the guy just loves outdoors and camping, I think he started eating tamato berries as a means to keep his body warm, which developed into a decent spider tolerance. No where as extreme as Crispin I think.

Nemona - This is somewhat canon, but I think she's just really good with kids lol. She's super encouraging and despite her Nemona-isms, she's actually a pretty good listener! Though her optimism and her general hard time reading the room can often make it difficult with people around her age, but with younger kids, sometimes it's exactly what they need to pick themselves up again! If I didn't already think of Nemona as the next top champion, I think she would actually be a really good teacher.

Penny- Honestly making a hc for Penny now is a bit harder, bc most of the stuff that was hc'd are kinda canon now lmao. Peony's kid? Canon. Sweet tooth? Canon. Girl liker? Pretty much canon yeah. Like this girl has it all. I guess the only thing that hasn't been explicitly said was that she's trans? So. Yeah there's that. Outside of that I think she's actually really into magical girl anime. Really liked madoka magika. Yes I am saying this bc my sibling is a big fan and reminds me of Penny sometimes so. Yeah 👍

Kieran- Goth Kieran Goth Kieran Goth Kieran, do you Understand. Do you see my Vision. Despite chilling out by the end of indigo disk, I think he still has a slight competitive streak. He isn't a pushover anymore, and he still likes to, you know. Win. So. He had Competitive for his ability lol. Also I think he takes up mask crafting :)

Carmine- Listen to me. Scientist Carmine. Battle Scientist Carmine. Do you understand. She literally studied under Briar about the terrastilazation phenomenon, and has gone to a bunch of places as is. What's stopping her from researching mega evolution? Z-moves? Other battle stuff? I am a firm believer that Carmine is a fucking NERD, and she WILL study battle science,I swear it to you. Ahem. Yeah, I think she'll like studying it lol.

And that's all I have for now! Thanks for the ask anon and thank YOU for sharing your thoughts ! They were very cool to see :D

#pokemon scarlet and violet #arven #nemona #rival nemona #rival arven #pokemon penny #pokemon carmine #rival kieran #r answers

[smurfingg]

oscar had bought arven a hedgehog for his birthday, which he promptly named shadow because he's a fucking nerd. arven immediately took a shine to the little rodent and caring for shadow quickly became a mainstay of his daily routine.

"i'd better not see that thing running around outside of its cage. do you know what i pay for rent here?"

"yeah, whatever..."

#sims 4 #ts4 #sims legacy #sims 4 legacy #ts4 legacy #legacy challenge #pokemon type legacy #gen 3: ground #gameplayrevamp #sims gameplay #sims 4 gameplay #ts4 gameplay #maxis match #ts4 maxis match #sims screenshots #ts4 screenshots #sims 4 screenshots #sims challenge #sims 4 challenge #ts4 challenge #simblr

[pokemon-my-beloved]

so i played the dlc

and it was. alright? but while i was playing the teal mask, i was writing my thoughts down so i could make a little mini-review, and then i just. never posted it. so here i am now, with my thoughts from ALL of the dlc, but i have to separate it because i said. So Much. this post has teal mask stuff, i'll reblog with indigo disk thoughts

spoilers under the cut!

are my besties coming with me on this field trip. please please please

blueberry academy is in UNOVA????? holy shit i am IMMEDIATELY more interested and invested in the indigo disk

have my boy there. i am Manifesting him

listen briar i’m sure your intentions are pure and all probably but you can’t go into the great crater of paldea okay i say this as someone who has been there. leave my bestie alone

i don’t think my besties are coming with me :( one sec i gotta go say goodbye to them

okay nemona please try not to burn the academy to the ground, penny sunlight is necessary to your survival please leave your room at some point, mabosstiff please take care of arven while i’m gone

GOD i love these kids okay i’m going

i am. aware of the violet book. why

the paranormal???? oh so she’s a dork

and heath’s descendant alright that’s fine i’m no longer as concerned as I was before

OH MY GOD IS SHE SHOWING ME THE TERAPAGOS PAGE UNCENSORED????

SHE IS

i am…….. wary……. of terapagos, but continue

she wants to find it? bestie

okay so the other people on the trip are randos. three of them. this feels like salt in the wound, just a lil bit

this kid is NOT my “travel buddy” i have exactly ONE buddy and he is in paldea >:(

i’m not going to let that go i am NOT going to get over that

oh it’s my replacement besties or whatever. i’m not going to get as attached to them I’m saying this now because i know it to be true. unless these kids have daddy issues out the ass i will not get attached

okay so carmine is nemona 2 electric boogaloo except i like nemona more

sorry for continuing to play it up i just Love Them So Much

oh so we’re just going to. i was going to say block off the wholeass road but this is scarvi so. guess not

oh so this is just nemona if she was pacifica northwest huh

only one of them was giving me grief but i’m gonna hit yes anyways cause carmine is already getting on my nerves

man this is exactly what i said about arven huh. unless she pulls out a sick dog and daddy issues i’m not impressed and even then i'm not impressed cause like. quit copying homework from two characters who i already like more

mossui town is a very pokeani coded name i think

oh god which of these stupid fucking loser kids am i gonna be working with

nevermind it’s probably gonna be kieran

his hair is really fucking stupid I cannot see his nose at all it grates on me more the more I look at it. not what i would call good character design

hair’s not quite as egregious on carmine but still kind of a problem

WOAHHHHHH THE NURSE JOY RESDESIGN POG

this is literally jessie. like it’s just jessie i can’t fucking be convinced otherwise

i mean. define cool? but yeah sure this kid’s growing on me it’s cool

ohhhhh cool as in 3v1 cool. yeah alright that is cool

KIERAN NO WHY DID YOU SAY THE S-WORD

HOW DID YOU EVOLVE YOUR POKEMON SO FAST

probably because they were already like level 58 or whatever

okay so we are GUARANTEED going to get trapped in here or whatever since ogerpon was outside but i’m sure i can bust us out so i’m not really worried tbh

“you’re a sweet kid kieran” vs “wHEN CAN I MOVE IN” GHALKSJGKLASJGLKAJSG

yeah okay i’ll go to the festival of masks sure seems fun

ugh YOU

fuckin. i don’t get a mask i guess. absolutely fantastic (sarcastic)

yeah sure i’ll battle whatever

“stop using supereffective moves” she says, like that will stop me

oh is poltchageist/sistcha a divergent evolution of the polteageist line? nice!

ogerpon’s stUPID FUCKING PONCHO JAKSJKSJGLKSJG

“say chansey” is cute but i’m unsure why cheese wouldn’t work like cheese is very much in this game

oh, thank you for the candy apple kieran!

what the fuck does OUSTIN mean, game. that is NOT a word, what the fuck

wait. it is. fuck

what if i just. didn’t go after ogerpon AJKLGSJGLK

okay well i can’t leave the festival or do anything else IN the festival so

this bitch is GOING to punch me in the face i guarantee it jvaslkgjlags

apparently everyone just thinks its a kid. wild

oh that’s a cute cute CUTE face

ogerpon’s adorable. alright

I SOMEHOW DON’T THINK IT’S A KID, CARMINE

kieran i would NEVER make fun of you what the fuck

carmine you are SO mean all the time i feel like jet at the end of the sonic riders dub

oh did the loyal three attack and ogerpon defended the village. makes sense for pokemon tbh

“passed down by word of mouth” just write it down, man

OH SHIT THE MASKS HAVE TERASTAL GEMS IN THEM FUCK

i’m sorry kieran i was specifically instructed to lie to you okay listen

i guess i’m not going to the festival of masks tonight? damn okay then

okay yeah this is pretty as fuck but i’ve been to area zero and i did expect it to look like this, carmine

oh! a mitotic! hi! what the fuck!

well that’s convenient huh. i’m not getting in the fucking pool, i guess

oh briar hi! are these terastal crystals? cause i’m pretty sure they are

water? eh close enough

oh he’s gonna summon the loyal three isn’t he. that’s probably not good

kieran in our defense we were specifically instructed to not tell you this like did you miss that part i know you were eavesdropping

if nothing else it seems like he’s gaining some self confidence from all this it seems like

oh they were stuck in the monument? that’s… a bit weird, but i’m sure it’s fine

sure wish someone who could understand pokemon was here (hint hint) THAT SURE WOULD BE HELPFUL HUH (HINT HINT)

sorry i just. i Miss him

guess i’ve gotta fight the loyal three now. bet

ooh triple battle?

nevermind. this blows

you’re trying to recreate the crater crew and it isn’t working i’m not as attached to these two

oh i just noticed that the flying taxi has noctowls instead of squakabilly in kitakami that’s cool!

ogerpon was running in lil circles around me while i wrote that this bitch cute as hell

sorry for having protagonist syndrome kieran

HE GOT SO BIG

oh god HE ATE THE HERBA MYSTICA NOOOOOO adhsfjhfsfh

ogerpon cheering us on is adorable, oh my god

oh did kieran tell the village the truth i’m pretty sure he did

yup he did

i think this battle with kieran is the last of the story

oh damn he just COLLAPSED

okay do i battle ogerpon or does he just get in a ball

battle it is ig!

oh its poncho changes with its mask thats cool!

OH FUCK HE TERASTILLIZES WITH HIS MASKS JUST AUTOMATICALLY

“memories of adventuring with you grant ogerpon strength” THAT’S CUTE AS HELL WHAT THE FUCK

“memories of a partner from long long ago grant ogerpon strength” HEY WHAT THE FUCK OW

OH SHE’S A GIRL SHIT SORRY OGERPON DIDN’T MEAN TO MISGENDER YOU

her name WAS gonna be kieran but change of plans this is majora now

majora might be a guy actually i do not have a clue. i’m sure it’s fine

again. sorry for having protagonist syndrome kieran but i can’t do shit about it

carmine my home is in another country i understand what you’re going for but i live in paldea

WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING IN THE GREAT CRATER. I’M GOING HOME FUCK ALL OF YOU

kieran what the FUCK is happening bud

oh god he’s pulling a paulo from pokemas isn’t he goddammit

did terapagos get to him. is he gonna get professor turo’d

guess that’s it! i’ll be back for this shit when the indigo disk drops ig

#pokemon #pokemon scarlet #pokemon violet #pokemon scarlet violet #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon scarvi #pokemon sv #pokemon gen 9 #the hidden treasure of area zero #the teal mask #og post #paldea

[crystalelemental]

And finally, Kieran and Carmine interactions.

Kieran and Amarys is just Amarys offering encouragement for him coming back. Unfortunately she is very unaware of what her own feelings are so nothing neat.

Kieran and Drayton is Drayton being a dick as payback for Kieran’s edgelord phase.

Unrelated but Lacey and Poppy talk, and Lacey offers her cookies. I know this because I fucked up what I was doing and sent Kieran away by moving forward a day but we’ll get back to him because we accidentally got Carmine at last.

Carmine and Crispin talk. Just about how Kieran’s doing. It’s fine.

Carmine and Penny is hilarious. Carmine wants an updated profile pic and Penny, straight as ever, is like “you’re really pretty so it won’t matter who takes it,” and it turns out Carmine responds to praise with extreme enthusiasm, frustrating Penny.

Carmine and Drayton is Drayton begging to copy her homework and Carmine being like fuck you.

Carmine and Arven is Carmine asking about special feelings and Arven missing the point entirely.

Carmine and Nemona is Carmine asking Nemona the secret to her training and getting an unsatisfactory answer that ends in Nemona offering to battle without holding back.

Kieran and Nemona is Nemona encouraging him that he only trained that hard because he really likes Pokemon, which…sure.

Kieran and Arven talk about their close Pokemon pals. Kieran mentions Arven, who he benches.

Kieran and Lacey is just Lacey being like “what’s past is past,” and helping him catch up on studies.

Carmine and Kieran has Carmine finally tell him he looks stupid. Fucking finally.

Kieran and Crispin is just Crispin being kinda nice. He and Kieran are gonna watch shows together.

Carmine gets Amarys apples when she visits Kitakami. Apparently Amarys prefers those kinds of apples, and does still life paintings of them. If I had BP left I’d try getting her to talk to Hassel or Brassius.

Carmine sees Lacey go off with a boy who wanted to talk (love confession), and Lacey tells her yeah he brought her to an empty classroom to talk, but once she told him who her dad was he took off. Carmine’s like “damn girl you’re more ruthless than you look.”

#pokemon #Carmine #Kieran

[cyberdragoninfinity]

I would love to hear your Indigo Disk thoughts

YES!!!!!!! 💎🐢💥 full disclosure I only just finished Indigo Disk's main storyline like....less than 24 hours ago so I am still RIDING HIGH FROM THE RUSH OF IT ALL. will probably be spoilers ahead, as a head's up:

first off I love that like. right off the bat youre getting hit with cyrano and cavell old man yaoi. busting out the cute little nicknames like HELLO!!! AND then you have geeta showing up and rika is there for no reason whatsoever and it's like. well ok i think they were having lesbian activities on the plane over you love to see it!

anyway setting wise, the Big Ol Blueberry is pretty fun! I love running around and the Synchro Machine is SUCH a ridiculously fun feature (FINALLY, TRUE GAMING: Dana can run around as a Ninetales and smack a big ball around.) I love all the Unova callbacks and I LOVE THE DIFFERENT CLUB ROOM LAYOUTS!! The monochrome one made me tear up and SEEING THE FUCKIGN. POKESTAR STUDIOS ENEMIES. IN THE FUTURISTIC ONE. MADE ME FEEL SOMETHING. pokestar studios my beloved i miss it sooo much 😭 My buddy Snap was talkin about how the Terarium really kind of lacks... yknow, landmarks and points of interest, though, and god I agree so hard. I love that Kitakami had its own little set of interesting features and places to go and use as landmarks and the Terariuam kind of. Doesn't really have those. It's a bit of a pain in the ass to navigate and easy to get lost but not in a fun way.... even though you have these little neat natural features like The Pride Rock and Chargestone Caves, I wish we coulda had a little bit more :( For such a widely used part of the school it doesn't feel very 'lived' in by the students there. It would've been fun to see more gathering places aside from the Very Sterile Outside Classrooms.....

The Area Zero Underdepths, though...hooouughhHHHhhh. I just. I really have to admire the fact that Indigo Disk said "ohhh you want answers?? you wanna know what's going on in this place? fuck you, youre gonna have MORE questions after this, and theyre gonna be even CRAZIER ones." YOU GO IN THAT HOLE AND LEARN NOTHING AND IM NOT EVEN MAD ABOUT IT. GO LOOK AT THE CRYSTAL TREE DOWN THIS RANDOM PATHWAY. i neeeed to make a terapagos post sometime and talk more about it i cannot stop thinking about this little freak. POKEMON THAT SCARE ME A LITTLE I MUST SAY. POKEMON I DO NOT FEEL IN CONTROL OF. i Know they didnt make its charged terastal form look like a dream catcher for no reason. I Know its Stellar Form Looking Like That isnt for no reason. I know its borderline dangerous power and THAT LITTLE STUNT IT PULLS. AT THE CRYSTAL POOL. THAT'S INDICATIVE OF SOMETHING I THINK. >when Terapagos's cry was the sound Terastalizing has been making all fucking game. SCREAMS.

also again oh my god if you beat the main indigo disk storyline go to the crystal pool right now GO. GO FEEL SOMETHING. GO!!!!

ok well that's. less about setting and more about story though huh. well!! story wise, absolutely loved it! I know there was a lot of apprehension when the DLCs got more properly announced and we found out they didnt really center on Our Dear Paldea Friends as scarvio proper did, and yeah I definitely can see why that's a frustration and a deterrent for some (and I'm soo so excited to hang out with Nemona and Arven and Penny in the epilogue next month....peach time (: ) but for me in the end I'm really just so enamored and delighted with all the new friends you get to make in the DLC and they more than carry that little narrative's arc on its own. The Elite 4 of the BB League are all GREAT, they got nonstop autistic girls out here in gen 9 (nemona, amarys, briar ?!??!) and it ROCKS. and i LOVE Carmine so much, everyone always wants mean rivals and mean women and folks cant even handle Carmine 🙄 you can tell she genuinely has such a big heart and cares about her friends and her brother!!! and Kieran wahhh wahh kieran my newest Little Guy ;____;.... he is SO fourteen and I did not expect to go into the DLC getting really invested in a new character's arc but it's just GOOD. He REALLY feels like a loose yugioh character in Indigo Disk, he's so angry and obsessed with victory and ultimately under it all still capable of so much kindness and regret and he's just GOOD. And his champion battle was terrifying and a BLAST!! THE MUSIC RULES. HE EVEN HAD INCINEROAR.

god and all the music in Indigo Disk was a banger. gen 9 music save me. gen 9 music. save me gen 9 music.

i'm SUPER hyped to do more BBQs with my bestie and do more postgame stuff with the "hanging out with Gym Leaders" thing and the Legendary hunting and such... lots more to roll around in and have a good time with. All in all had just a great time with it, I genuinely might put Violet as my favorite Pokemon game of all time at this point! I do grow very sad thinking about just how even more fantastic this game couldve been if it had 1-3 more years to cook properly though, like..god damn. I was getting some LAG on those cutscenes, and I know I made out pretty alright in the bugs department!!

but for now i'll just be thinking about the shit that happens at the crystal pool for the rest of my life. also Indigo Disk gave me the best possible trainer ID photo i never need to change it again

#TY FOR ASKING!!!! i do love talking pokemon especially scarvio stuff theres so much to unpack #and oh god i gotta talk about that fucking turtle #asks #anonymous #scarvio spoilers / #indigo disk spoilers / #pokemon chattering

[scorchrend]

HEAR ME OUT i keep thinking about (heavy sv spoilers check readmore)

ok so like. hear me out. what if. AI Arven.

so the prof is off makin themself an assistant already. boom, knowledge programming stuff added. time to add the voice bank and (ding) its a voicemail from arven! and its like Please mail me back and the prof is like Hooooly shit. and Boom ai arven.

prof dies around 1 year before sv in this au so its like. the arven is 1 year younger than current arven due to no updates anymore

so getting into contact with director clavell probably uses email. no call. sends fabricated identification stuff as proof, sends over research findings etc to not be sussed out but then the mc comes in with the 'raidon and hes like email Hey. Put me through to that kid. I need to discuss something. Let's call. and the mc is like damn. prof cant even video call!

and its like this throughout the game. except ai arven is probably less cryptic abt it. blah blah same or greater knowledge than the prof but arven personality. well. as much personality that can be extrapolated from voicemails and emails and texts

but come the 5th titan battle and ur with og arven and the call comes and is like. we need to talk. come to area zero. still no camera. arven is like Wtf what Voice. i need to find out. are you coming little buddy. yea.

THENN TOWARDS THE END AT THE FAREWELL ai arven wouldnt want to go to either the past or the future so i have 3 ideas.

and then bla bla area zero trip mostly the same until boom open the zero lab and the paradox pokemon out but out comes the.. prof??? NO TIME TO TALK. STOP THE POKEMON. then the rest plays same except the whole gang is present and arven is like What the fuck wheres professor (alias here) and ai arven is like Nawh thats me sorry buddy. anyways we need to destroy this time machine.

suck it up and go time travel idiot. for the good of paldea

explode himself. goodbye. sayonara.

actually fuck this (explodes the time machine. there is now a crater in the crater.) ok haha im chill now lets go (the group walks out with an extra arven in tow)

yeah thats it

edit: as of rn his alias is "olive" but may be subject to change. tagging ai arven shit under "assistant professor olive" like its his full name LMFAOO

#pokemon scarlet and violet spoilers #sv spoilers #arven #text #save #BANGER #art #the knight's testaments #assistant professor olive

[verdantmeadows]

Everyone is like "omg I love gay rivals to lovers" except for the Pokemon fandom, for whatever fucking reason (ignoring originalshipping and preciousmetalshipping). Like literally no one likes any of the gay rivals to lovers ships outside of those. If they DO, it's het. Like, you NEVER see cutebonesshipping. You never see cheeryfairyshipping. You never see clingyshipping. I don't even know what Arven x Florian is, because no one ships it, they usually all self-ship with Arven or ship Juliana with Arven (and it's very obvious Juliana is their self-insert). Like, I don't understand why?? I guess I could understand clingyshipping, because clingyshipping is very friends/rivals to lovers (they are both at the same time). But with the other two it's like?? They both have the asshole with the not asshole formula that originalshipping and preciousmetalshipping have. I guess maybe, okay, it's not protagonist x your rival, but they're clearly rivals to each other (because neither Hau nor Hop are asshole rivals to the protagonist).

And if you only do like protagonist x rival, like, I do not even SEE Bede x Victor or Gladion x Elio. I DO see Bede x Gloria and Gladion x Selene far more often, though! Like, there's nothing wrong with it, I guess? It's just. I wish shipping for the rivals in the Pokemon fandom was more popular, gay-wise. The only times it is popular outside of gen 1-2 are het-wise, and even then, it's usually glaringly obvious that they're not writing the female protag/rival, and are instead just writing themselves into the relationship.

And like, nothing wrong with that, but for the LOVE of God, just make a new character/OC. There is a difference between the official protagonist of the game and YOU. Just ship yourself as the protagonist with whatever character rather than saying "yeah this is the canon protag (is clearly a self-insert)" because it isn't fair to fans looking for content of the actual protagonist character x other character. Like I'm not saying don't have headcanons but I'm saying you cannot go (this is an example) "This is my Juliana! She is just me but inside the game" Juliana is NOT you just make your own self-insert for the game, like you play as your name in the game and customize the character. Rather than pretending that customization is Juliana just call it yourself.

Get into self-ship! For the love of god! Self-ship is fun and cool! But the official canon protagonist =/= the player character! This is an issue I see in so many fandoms! It's okay to have headcanons, of course!!! But there is a difference between headcanons and just having the character be YOU but in the game!

TLDR; Gay rival ships outside of Gen 1-2 are not popular in the Pokemon fandom which really bothers me because it seems like they should be. Even when it's the protagonist x their rival, it still isn't popular, but oftentimes you see that the het version of this ship is more popular. Ignoring personal preference, this is often frustrating because it's clear that the female character is just being used as a self-insert, in which case the person needs to understand that protagonist=/=player character and just make a self-insert and get into self-ship because it clogs the tags (whether on Tumblr, Ao3, or other media site) since you're not actually portraying the protagonist, you are portraying you.

Why the hell do I care about this it doesn't even matter and this is INCREDIBLY stupid I am getting off my soapbox now

#book of kells #i mean gay as in slash #but also it's applicable to femslash in pkmn

[yeehawbvby]

Like a Train | Arven x GN!Reader

Rating: Teen+

Summary: You and Arven are best buds. After he makes a minor change in his appearance, you're left wondering why you suddenly want more than that.

Author’s Note: My headcanon age for Arven is that he’s a young adult, somewhere between 20-24 years old. If this proves to be wrong in the future, please consider him to be aged up to this range! Likewise, for the sake of the continuity (i.e. Little Buddy and whatnot), you have a similarly tiny stature to the main character in Pokémon SV. For the sake of all of us, your character here is not a teenager lol, but instead roughly the same age as Arven, give or take a few years. Finally, the academy takes students of all ages (as you see in the game), but I wrote it with more of a college setting in mind.

Thank you for understanding!! ^^ Please see the end for more notes x

Check it out on ao3!

“Aha. Perfect timing to make eye contact,” Raifort calls out, followed by my name. She then proceeds to ask a question about what she was just discussing, knowing that I wasn’t paying attention. 

Instead, I was engaged in a quiet, heated discussion with my desk-mate, research partner, and one of my only friends in Paldea so far… about our teacher’s hair.

Why does that one piece of her fringe move so much? Is it sentient? Is it a glitch in the life-simulation? Would it bleed if she were to cut or shave it off? Does she know it does that? Does she do it on purpose somehow? This is important stuff! 

“Get fucked,” my accomplice whispers as I stutter out gibberish. I try to gather my thoughts and come up with something to appease Raifort.

Once I realize it’s to no avail, I give up, lean back in my seat, and shoot my friend a squint. One that silently says, ‘I hate you, if she gets mad it is totally your fault, I will kill you if you make this any worse.’

Smirking, Arven’s leaning on our shared desk with both elbows, with his hands against his forehead. He’s using his right one to hold a pen, as well as keep his bangs out of the corresponding eye, and he’s slightly turned towards me. Making sure he can inconspicuously watch me suffer at his expense, with that pretty teal gaze of his. I am but a jester in his court. Luckily, Raifort catches on and calls the man out.

“Oh, perhaps you would like to answer the question instead, Master Arven?” 

His head whips up, and he drops his bangs (and nearly his pen). “N-no thank you, ma’am.”

Raifort sighs, letting this exchange slide with a curt glare, and continues her lecture.

I snort back a laugh, covering it up by clearing my throat. Then, I softly parrot “Get fucked,” into Arven’s ear, nudging his elbow with mine. Just as we both break into a fit of giggles, we’re saved by the bell.

“You’re a prick,” I laugh as I shove my notes into my backpack. 

“No you,” Arven quips. Very original. “What are you doing after this?” he asks, shifting the conversation. 

“Well,” I ponder, “You wanted to scope out the area where our next titan allegedly lives this week, yeah?” He nods, walking in front of me as we exit the class. “Cool, then let’s go!”

“What? Now?!” I nod and hum enthusiastically as I wrap around to his left. He looks out the nearby window at the sunset, and his one visible eyebrow furrows as he turns to face me. “Don’t get me wrong little buddy, I love the enthusiasm, but it’s a bit late for that. It’ll be dark by the time we’re on site.”

I let my trusty Fuecoco out of its Pokéball. It looks up at us as we slow to a halt, and I present it to Arven, arms stretched out towards the Pokémon. “Our flashlight!” 

Fuecoco, wanting to help, does its own little pose. Its arms promptly spread, and it balances on one stubby leg, shaking as it tries not to fall over.

Arven bites back a smile and rolls his eyes. “We went to a ton of classes today, I don’t want to do more work.” 

I scoop up Fuecoco and scratch under its chin before we continue walking. “We can camp, too...” 

Arven deadpans me, pursing his lips in frustration. He loves camping. There’s no way he’ll turn down a late-night adventure if it ends with a good ol’ camp!

“I’ll let you make the sandwiches,” I sing, trying to convince him further.

We reach the entrance hall and pull off to a nearby pillar to get out of other students’ ways. After placing his backpack on the ground next to his legs, Arven crosses his arms and leans against the pillar. I lean against the nearest wall, about 2 feet away. Fuecoco is having a blast inspecting all the passing students from my arms, occasionally waving to their accompanied Pokémons. 

“You won’t just give them all to the lizardmobile?” he asks, staring down at me with contempt.

“Shouldn’t you be flattered that ‘Raidon loves your cooking?!” I whine. I shake my head, and knowing Arven’s retort already, I cut him off before he can even start. “Either way, no promises, but I swear to Arceus I won’t complain about being hungry.”

A heavy sigh leaves the ambiguously blond’s nostrils. “…Go on,” Arven prompts, wanting more bribes.

I squint at him. He gives me a smug grin. “Hmm,” I dramatically hum in thought. “I’ll pay for the ingredients.”

“And?”

“I’ll get stuff to make s’mores, too.”

“And?”

“What more do you want from me, dude?!” 

His smile is now downright evil, and he stays silent. He untucks a hand to vaguely gesture at me, then crosses it back into his arms, waiting for me to continue. 

“I can, uh.” I look around for ideas, but I’ve got nothing. “I dunno…” I wince, knowing that ‘I dunno’ is not a very convincing offer.

He chuckles. 

Noticing how sleepy Fuecoco seems to be getting, I return it. Now, it’s time to use my last resort. 

“Pleeease?” I pout. Fidgeting with Fuecoco’s ball. Tucking my arms behind my back and swiveling my upper body to feign innocence. Batting my eyelashes for added effect.

It looks like there’s a hint of rosiness to Arven’s cheeks as he gives in, clutching his fists. He turns his head in another direction, shutting his eyes. What a drama queen! I beam, though, knowing what this means.

“Fine.” I open my mouth to cheer, but he holds up a palm to stop me. “But we’re only investigating for an hour.”

I scowl. “2 hours.” I make my way to the nearest hallway and dig through my bag for my student ID.

“Hour and a half.”

“3 hours!”

“No?”

“Fuck you!”

“Fuck you!” He laughs, following me. “Go pack before I change my mind.”

“You don’t need to?” I question, swiping my card at the station closest to the elevators. Arven reaches behind himself and pats his obnoxiously large backpack. I roll my eyes in response. “Wait here, then. I’ll try to be quick.”

_______________

Arven was right. After a quick stop at Deli Cioso, we made our way on ‘Raidon to the steel titan’s location, where it was pitch black. Only had the moon, the stars, and Fuecoco as our guiding light. 

We tried to work with it: Observing the various burrows in the cliffsides, the uniform cracks in the ground, the way the earth would occasionally rumble beneath us. But when Fuecoco was startled by a cheeky Misdreavous, it accidentally lit the corner of my notebook on fire. We took that as a sign to call it a night.

Arven and I found a nice spot to make camp, high up and overlooking a distant Levincia. I can’t wait to go there for the gym challenge. Maybe I’ll try to spend a few nights there with my prize money.

I take a break from my daydreaming and turn back to see Arven setting up a foldable table to make food on. Or, at least he’s trying to. Both of our teams are very eager to get in his way. My Tinkatuff keeps whacking its hammer at the table legs, shaking it up, while Arven’s Toedscruel pokes at his back, wanting attention.

“Need any help?”

“No,” he stubbornly mumbles. 

I roll my eyes and find a spot to sit by the campfire. My back is up against a tree, and I’m on a spare blanket that I brought specifically for this purpose. Figured it’s better than letting our pants get all dirty on the ground. 

Just as I’m getting cozy, I hear a frustrated “Oh, you little shits!” I peer up, and my friend is looking at me from his workstation, his features riddled with defeat. 

The table is covered in sandwich-picks, salt, pepper, and lettuce, which Arven’s Greedent is eagerly munching away at. Poor guy can’t do anything about it because my Eevee is parkouring between his arms and shoulders, slipping right out from his grasp every time he thinks he can grab it.

I can’t help but laugh at the mess unraveling before me, but get up to help anyway. After returning each of my Pokémon to their balls, Arven is able to do the same. 

“Not having a chance to battle all day must’ve really amped them up,” he grumbles, cleaning the spilled food and condiments. 

I lean over the table, opposite from him. “Excuse me for wanting to take a day off from the treasure hunt to make sure neither of us will flunk out.”

“I didn’t even need most of the classes we went to today.”

“Technically, you do,” I point out. “You’re, like, way behind on credits, no?” He scoffs, and incoherently grumbles under his breath. Trying to think on the bright side, I add on, “Cheer up, bud. Being able to pick when we go to which classes and who we go with is cool, at least. My last college would never.”

“True,” he grunts, lugging out a portable generator to plug his panini press into. “Still doesn’t make me enjoy any of it.” 

After rolling up his sleeves to his elbows, Arven dips his head down, pulling a hair tie out from one of his pockets. I’m about to nag him, like, ‘The better you do, the sooner you’ll be done, and I can help you study,’ and all that. But instead, he stands up straight again, and my brain short-circuits. 

Forearms. Broad shoulders. Both eyes. Ponytail. Baby hairs— oh, he’s pinning them back. Those eyes. Both eyes! Eyebrows. Neck… thick. Hair… up… Oh Arceus the puffy vest is coming off too.

Hrng. Shit.

Arven says something but I don’t hear him. Have his lips always looked so nice? Since when is he this attractive? How do I look? Do I look okay? Does he think I look okay? 

A large hand snaps in front of my face, and I hear my name being sternly spoken by the man in front of me. I blink a few times, coming to. How long was I staring for? 

“W-wha—?”

“Everything okay, amiguito?” 

Both of Arven’s bushy eyebrows are furrowed, and he looks concerned for me, albeit amused. My cheeks feel warm with blush, and I can only hope that he doesn’t notice it. 

“Y-yeah, uh,” I struggle to form words. “Tired, I guess.” 

His eyes zigzag around my face… and he looks… so... Oh no, oh no oh no oh no he is so hot. And he totally can see how red my face is with how bright the nearby fire is. He’s about to pry — I can tell by his arms folding across his chest — but I make a swift escape.

“Oops! Leftsomethinginthetent!”

I can comfortably stand up straight in our tent, but opt to fall to my knees, curling into a ball while I try to get my act together.

I’ve thought Arven was cute ever since I met him a few months ago. But I’ve never felt, like… like this. It doesn’t make any sense! I’ve never looked into his eyes and felt Butterfrees in my stomach. I’ve never looked at his mouth and wanted to kiss it. I’ve never looked at his neck and wondered what it would look like covered in love bites. My love bites. 

Or… I don’t think I have…?

I spend a few heartbeats wracking my brain for clues. Seeing if this is as sudden as it feels like it is. But like a train, I’m hit with thoughts of all the stolen glimpses I’ve taken in passing. Of my stomach doing flips when Arven murmurs my name a certain way. His smile sometimes being all it takes to brighten my worst days. The way I’ve memorized the feeling of his hand wrapped with mine, pulling me off the ground or ripping me away from danger…

Oh god.

It makes complete sense, actually.

How in the world am I supposed to go back out there and focus on anything other than him, now that it’s all clicked?

Phew. I gotta breathe. I can do this! I’ll just act how I usually do. That shouldn’t be too hard, right? Right! 

I check my appearance with my phone’s camera, take another deep breath, and emerge back outdoors. Rather than meeting Arven at the table, I sit by the fire again. I feel eyes on me, and feeling hopeful that it’s a wild Pokémon, I look up at Arven… who’s looking at me. 

“What?”

“¿Qué pasa?” he asks. “You seem weird.”

“I dunno what you’re talking about, I’m fine. Peachy as a pecha berry.”

“Sure...” 

“I am!”

He sighs, and continues assembling our sandwiches. “Did… did I do something wrong?” Arven asks. 

“What?”

“I-I do really appreciate that you want me to do well in classes, if that’s what this is about. It’s amazing that you help me out as much as you do, and I’m sorry if it didn’t seem like—”

My brows furrow as I cut him off, “What?! Arven, i-it’s fine, I get you. This has nothing to do with that.”

“Aha!” He whips around to face me after putting one of the sandwiches into the heated press. “Something is up.” 

My mouth opens and closes a few times, trying to find words. Then, I frown. Then, I look at the fire. If I ignore him, he’ll surely drop it, right? 

Wrong.

I hear footsteps, but don’t look up. I see something crouching near me, but I shift my eyes the other way. Then, I hear a thump in each ear and see a shadow in my peripherals. I finally look up, and Arven’s arms are outstretched to either side of me. When I meet his eyes, I realize that his face is closer than I could’ve ever expected it to be. Oh Arceus above.

“A-Arven?!”

“Please let me help you, bud. All I want is to be able to help you the way you’ve been helping Mabosstiff and I.”

I’ve only ever known Arven to be persistent, and a little clingy, and self-conscious enough to max out both of those traits at certain times. Realistically, I should’ve seen something like this coming. But even if I did, nothing could have prepared me for him to cage me against a tree. Face inches from mine. Both eyes boring into mine with concern.

What am I supposed to say?! ‘Sorry, but you’re ridiculously attractive, and apparently I have feelings for you, and I only realized that because you pUT YOUR HAIR IN A STUPID FUCKING PONYTAIL—‘

He addresses me again, softer this time. My eyes are trained on his smooth lips, drinking in the way they ebb as he speaks my name. I snap out of my trance, and when I look into his eyes, there’s a certain vulnerability I’ve only seen come out when it comes to his partner Pokémon.

Oh god damnit. 

There’s no getting out of this.

I let out a shaky breath, and all I can manage to squeak out, is “Y-you… you’re really handsome, is all. Caught me off guard.” I mean, it’s half-true.

I look down, worried about what expression I’ll see in Arven’s eyes. I mean to look ‘through’ him, but instead I’m focused on his lips again. I gnaw at my own bottom one to stop myself from leaning in towards my friend’s.

When I notice how silent he’s been, I bravely peek up, and his cheeks are a deep, tamato berry red. His eyebrows twitch, unsure of where to settle. It’s adorable. And his mouth is open ever so slightly, like he wants to say something, but doesn’t know what or how.

As if the universe is trying to save me, Arven and I smell something burning, and lock widened eyes. I peek past him at the fire, while he removes his palms from the tree and twists his upper body towards the table. 

“Shit!” Arven exclaims, scrambling to his feet.

_______________

“I can’t believe you’re eating that.”

I look up from my plate and shrug. “The fillings even out the taste of char.”

Arven laughs. “You’re nasty. Even your dumb lizard didn’t want it.”

“Duh, it has a refined palette.” Through another half-mouthful of burnt bread, melted cheese, and various proteins and veggies, I continue, “It’sh been shpoiled by your herba myshtica concoctionsh.”

Swiping the crumbs of his finished sandwich off his pants and onto his empty plate, Arven responds, “Fair. But still, I could’ve just made you a new one.” He nods over to Levincia, and adds, “‘Raidon could have brought you down there for more bread and back in only a few minutes, no?”

“Well, probably, but I didn’t wanna wait.”

He puts the plate down beside him and puts his hands behind his head, leaning back onto the same tree he had me pinned against no more than 20 minutes ago. His eyes are closed. He looks so peaceful. So pretty…

Nope. Gotta stop. I can’t gawk at him again. I’ve done more than enough of that. 

“Plus,” I add to my previous statement, “I don’t like to be wasteful.”

“You're like a Garbodor.”

I gasp, feigning offense. Even though Arven can’t see my expression, the corners of his lips are upturned. 

“If I were a pokémon I’d be something way cuter, thank you very much.” 

Wanting to get it out of the way, I hork down the last bite of my sandwich. The warmed fillings truly are delicious, but we have no utensils, and I didn’t wanna get my hands even dirtier, so I had to settle for using the burnt bread as a vessel. It’s not exactly an easy eat.

“Sí… Mas pequeño, también,” Arven clarifies.

After chasing my food with a bunch of water, I respond, “Exaaactly.”

“Like… a Wooper.” I open my mouth to agree, and knowing me too well, he holds up a finger to stop me. His lids open slightly as he side-eyes me. “A Paldean Wooper. Not the blue ones you had back in wherever-the-hell.”

I tuck my legs to my chest and snort back a laugh. “Are you telling me I look like a Wooper covered in shit?”

“Are you insulting the fauna of my country?” I deadpan him, and his smile grows. “Also, yes, I am calling you a Wooper covered in shit.” I roll my eyes at his confirmation.

“I tell you that you look good, and this is the thanks I get…” I mumble into my knees.

As if he’d forgotten, Arven’s eyes widen. A thick blush coats his nose and cheeks, and my own face copies. Fuck. Why did I say that? Everything was going so well.

“Y-you… hah,” he lets out a breathy laugh and continues, “You did say that, didn’t you?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” I mutter under my breath, “Arceus, why did I bring that up again?” 

Arven leans off of the tree and swivels his body to face mine. “I do.” I wanna punch that cocky smirk off his face sooo badly. Restraining myself, I look down. “I thought I said something to upset you,” he laments, prompting me to look back up. “But instead, you were just in awe of my dashing good looks.” He punctuates his sentence with a flick at his ponytail. 

I feel myself getting flustered again, so I can’t think of a witty response. I just laugh into my knees, and hug them closer. The laugh trails into a frustrated growl. Then, I grumble something that I barely even understand, followed by a surprised squeak when I feel a large palm ruffling my hair. 

“Seriously, though, what else is wrong?”

“Nothing?” I mutter out while smoothing Arven’s mess.

“What do you mean? It can’t be just that.”

“I don’t know what you want me to tell ya, big guy. The ponytail is a good look for you.”

“...You’re messing with me, ¿sí?”

“Just take the compliment!” I snap. “You’re hot, Arven. I don’t typically function as intended when I’m around people I like.” 

Wide, turquoise eyes pierce into mine. “‘Like,’ eh?”

In disbelief that I’m spewing all this right now, I bury my face into my hands. Trying to maneuver around the situation, I ramble, “I mean, you’ve seen me with Saguaro. My ability to form coherent words eludes me when I’m around that hunk.”

“You think I’m hot?”

“Arven.”

“And you like m—“

“Bud.”

“Amiguito—“

“Please stop,” I whine, trying not to actually cry or throw a tantrum.

The crackling of the campfire fills empty space, assisted by the occasional lokix chirp. Waves crash in the distance, but any bustle coming from Levincia is silent to us. A few moments go by, and still feeling Arven’s eyes on me, I sigh. 

“It’s just… weird for me,” I quietly explain. “You’re my best friend. I never expected to suddenly be hit with feelings any greater than that.”

“Just to clarify,” he teases, “this happened because I put my hair up?”

“I mean,” I trail off to find my wording. Looking everywhere except his face. “I-I’m sure it was brewing longer than that and I just didn’t realize. It’s dumb, I know, but—” 

Arven shuffles over to make more space in front of the tree. Shifting his position from cross-legged to sitting on his knees, he then pulls me closer to him, by the waist, all while his eyes never stray from mine. Then, just like earlier, he traps me against the tree. Last time he did this, his eyes were filled with worry. This time, they’re dark with want. Oh good god.

Dumbfounded by the intimate touch, and how he’s looking at me, and how close we are, and the way he’s now cupping my face with one of his hands and moving his face closer to my face oh my god, I stutter, “W-what are you—?!”

“Cállate, pendejo,” he whispers, just before his lips meet mine. 

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Author’s Note 2.0, I guess: *I’m not a native Spanish speaker, so please correct me if I’m wrong!! But I went with “male” endings to words because like, iirc, addressing something with a male pronoun is the closest there is to gender-neutrality in a case like this? I think? And I wanted this to be as ungendered as I could make it so anyone can feel welcome :’)

Also! The Raifort hair thing refers to a glitch in my game LOL Idk if it's a universal experience but I thought it would be fun to add in

I hope you enjoyed! Take care x

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[pinkhairandpokemon]

Hey guys? You should proooooooobably check on Nicki. Some shit is going down on his blog.

okay wow yeah I just read through a bit, @paldea-champ-n1cki what the FUCK is going on over there?! you broke up w/ Arven and made a deal or whatever with some weird guy??? arc damn I’m way too out of the loop…

-Blake

#((ooc: sorry I haven’t been keeping up with other plot lines lately a LOT has been going on recently)) #((irl I mean)) #((but the stuff going down on Nicki’s blog looks interesting :O )) #pokeblogging #pokemon irl #pokeblog rp #pokemon #pokemon oc #pokemon rp #trainer blake #asks

[arvensimp]

PLS I BEG FOR

MIDNIGHT MESSQUERADE PT. 3

TODAY IS YOUR LUCKY DAY ANON

Midnight Messquerade, pt. 3

Arven x Reader (no gendered pronouns or they/them pronouns used to describe the reader)

Nsfw, lots of mentions of masturbation, some 69in, general debauchery, and a hell of a shame kink

Part 1, Part 2

Arven is fucked. Like. Fucked-fucked. Like not in a fun or a good way.

At this point the two of you had been traversing Socarrat and the region surrounding Lake Casseroya for...maybe a few weeks? The days kinda started to blend together after a certain point. You guys aren't in any danger after all. (Not mortal danger at least. Arven's still fucked.) So you keep wandering around, camping, meeting new people and Pokemon, and so on.

Thing is...when one camps for weeks on end, one doesn't really...y'know...shower super well or overly often? So... Well, it's not that you're not bathing at all! But jumping into Casseroya, deodorant, facial astringent, and dry shampoo only go so far.

Except Arven kinda thrills in it. He's found himself more and more attracted to your natural scent, made all the stronger after a long day's worth of walking and battling. He just thinks you smell good like this. Is...is that bad? Is it bad that maybe sometimes he encourages the pair of you to walk maybe just a bit further on after a hot day in the sun? Maybe go just a little bit further up that hill to get you sweating a bit more? That he hopes he can catch your scent when he sits by you at meals, or when he sets your plate down in front of you?

Yeah, no, he's fucked. He's probably a creep for that.

...and...well, if he's not a creep for doing his best to get a whiff of you every chance he can get, he's a creep for the fact that he still hasn't returned your underwear.

The fucking shorts that he's kept wadded up in a pocket in his bag.

...and...even then...even if he weren't a creep for that? Then...uh, yeah. He's definitely a creep because of what he's been doing with them every night. How he grabs the garment from his bag after you've fallen asleep, and when he slips away from your campsite to go tug his cock in a desperate attempt at relief, how he presses the fabric to his face. He inhales you deep as he can while he pathetically and shamefully fists his cock until it spurts and dribbles ribbons of white cum.

He's thought about catching it with your shorts...mixing his scent and yours, but no. He's pretty sure it'd destroy that delicious musk he's been getting off on, and beyond that...he can't bring himself to tear the fabric from its proper place, pressed tight to his nose and cheeks, by the time his hips start their telltale stuttering before he groans softly into your underwear and spills onto the forest floor.

So.

Yeah.

He's, uh. He's fucked.

He has to give your underwear back. Or...or burn them to ash (but wouldn't that be a waste?) Or something. Because god forbid you ever find out he's got one of your most personal garments skwoveted away like some sick pervert.

Except he doesn't get the chance. And speaking of skwovet...

The pair of you are stopped for lunch along the lakeside, and Arven is preparing the food as usual while you tend to the Pokemon, giving them baths and rub downs.

Anyone not getting immediate attention from you or Arven is mostly just lounging around in the sun or playing, and Arven's team of Pokemon get along well enough, so it isn't surprising that Mabosstiff and Greedant are hanging out, playing a game of tug-o-war.

It isn't until Arven hears you gasp and shout a stern "No!" That he looks up from where he's been chopping veggies...

...And nearly slices his thumb off in the process. Honestly that would be less embarrassing than what's happening.

Greedant must've swiped your underwear from the pocket on his bag when he wasn't paying attention.

And now it and Mabosstiff are playing tug of war.

With your dirty underwear.

That he'd been using as literal jacking-it material.

God, if only he'd actually sliced his thumb off. That'd at least be a distraction from the actual horror of what's unfolding before him.

You're on your knees by the pokemon, trying to get them to drop it.

"Hey! Leave it! Leave it!" You try to command, but neither of them are really your Pokemon, and they're a bit engrossed in their game, so...

"Oi!" Arven snaps from his place at the table. He can already feel shameful heat rushing to his face.

Greedant and Mabosstiff both freeze and look at him, neither letting go of the article.

"Drop it. Now." He tells the pair firmly.

True to form, both Pokemon drop the underwear, however before you can swipe them back up, Mabosstiff doubles down and grabs them back up.

With a combined shout from both you and Arven, the dog bolts further away from the picnic space.

The pair of you give chase to where Mabosstiff settles down once he deems he's run far enough.

He sits there lapping at the crotch of the fabric in a way that leaves you absolutely mortified.

"Bud..." Arven almost whines as he approaches. "C'mon, that's gross..." And not entirely unlike something he wishes he could do to you, but, like, that's not the point!!! That's neither here nor there. "You gotta give'm back. You're not really behaving like a gentleman right now."

This is horrible. Absolutely horrifying. It could not get worse.

Until Mabosstiff growls a little. It's not aggressive, just a playful growl that turns into one of his usual grumbling boofs that he gives before he takes the shorts between his teeth and thrashes them about in a killing shake.

You and Arven watch as tiny flecks of fabric float around the dog's face and into the grass below.

"Oh my god..."

"Oh my god..." The two of you echo in near unison.

You sigh after a long moment. At the same time, Arven starts with an apology. "I am so sorry."

"It's fine."

"No, really... I... Yikes... Just-- Mabosstiff, Bud..." Arven whines again. The dog boofs.

"I-I'll replace them. I swear. For real. I'm so sorry about this."

"It's fine," You insist, your face looking about as red as Arven's feels. You drag a hand through your hair. "It's not like it's your fault anyway, y'know? I must've left the pocket or something open on my dirty clothes."

And oof, doesn't that hurt just a bit more? This isn't your fault in the slightest. 

"E-even still... Mabosstiff shouldn't've... I-I..." The PokeBall. Arven groans. "Fuck! I coulda just recalled him to his PokeBall as he ran! What was I thinking?!"

At least that gets you laughing a little? "Don't worry about it, Arven. It's no big deal." You say as you pat him on the shoulder. With another sigh, you turn and head back to the campsite where the rest of the Pokemon are waiting for you.

But...it is a big deal.

Or, at least it is to Arven.

On one hand, at least he doesn't have this dirty little secret anymore. He can't go jack off to your underwear in the middle of the night anymore.

On the other hand...he can't jack off to your underwear in the middle of the night anymore.

He hates that he finds himself almost mourning the loss that night when he sneaks away from your sleeping form to relieve the straining erection he's stuck with.

He hates it even more when after too many minutes of twisting and tugging and squeezing, he's no closer to cumming than he had been when he'd started.

This isn't normal. Not that Arven doesn't have stamina or something, but...well, in situations like this he doesn't really need it. In fact, it's better for him to kinda rush through the job, so he can return to his sleeping bag and get back to functioning like an actual human being.

Instead, his dick is still painfully hard and rubbed nearly raw, lotion-be-damned.

He bites his lip, tears forming at the corners of his eyes as he tries to think of something, anything that'll help get him off in the absence of your underwear. He inhales deeply as he fucks his cock into his fist, imagining your scent, the musky smell of your underwear, imagining you and how you might be pressed near him, hovering overtop of him, but--

"No..." He moans uselessly, his ministrations fruitless. At this point he's probably hurting his dick more than helping it, so he resolves himself to just...go without for the night.

It's miserable.

He can barely sleep.

What the fuck kind of degenerate is he?

The sleeplessness and the pent up frustration do little to keep him anywhere near good spirits the following day. He's tired, terse, and ready to snap at almost anything.

In fact, when he accidentally drops half a block of cheese on the ground that he'd been slicing for sandwiches, he actually shouts a curse, startling both you and your teams.

"You okay?" You ask him, standing up and rushing over.

"Fine, just fucking peachy." He grumbles between clenched teeth. "Just lost half our supply of manchego though."

"That's okay," You try to placate him some, having already picked up on his horrid mood. "We can go without or with less for a bit. That's really not a huge deal. Plus I'm sure we can stop by a shop at some point."

"It's fucking wasteful is what it is!" Arven nearly shouts, kicking the block further away, where Greedant swipes it up. He seethes. Fucking Greedant. He knows none of this is really the Pokemon's fault... But even still.

His remains sour for the rest of the day and into the evening, so you eventually decide to just let him be, keeping to yourself and to your Pokemon and playing games on your phone to keep entertained.

Arven's mood seems to match the weather that picks up as the day goes on, with dark clouds looming overhead. It hasn't started raining, and the weather apps can't seem to decide if it will or not, so the pair of you opt to camp out in your tent for the night. Better that than be caught in your sleeping bags during a downpour after all.

Set up is quiet but efficient.

It also happens just in time because fat rain drops start to plop to the ground just as the pair of you finish placing the rain fly.

Arven groans to himself, already feeling the chill of water slipping down his scalp, as you rush into the cover of the tent.

There goes his chance to try and rub one out again before maybe getting some sleep tonight.

He follows you inside.

As usual, you're asleep in an almost annoyingly short amount of time, softly snoring in your sleeping bag beside his, while rain patters loudly against the fly above.

He seethes.

Or...he wants to.

He kinda does.

He knows it's not your fault. He knows this issue is his fault. It's his fault he's such a degenerate, horny bastard. Now he can't even get off properly.

Maybe he deserves this.

And fuck it's the thought of him deserving it that gets him hard in his sleeping bag.

It's only a shift of his hand from there to slip beneath his pajama pants and grip his stiffening cock. The sound of the rain above, along with your snoring is more than enough to cover the sound of him huffing softly as he tugs himself. It also covers the slick sounds that soon follow when he eventually hazards a quick reach over to his bag for a pump of lotion.

But the thrill of maybe getting found out by you...doesn't that...couldn't that make it more exciting? It kinda does?

Fuck, that's gross of him.

But, hell, you're so close like this... Sleeping so peacefully. He could probably...with you so nearby at least, he could probably get close enough to smell you like he does around meals or something, and you'd be none of the wiser.

Arven scoots just the tiniest bit closer to your sleeping form. Of course he has absolutely no intention of disturbing your slumber or bothering you in any way at all.

But if he could just...get a whiff of your hair even?

Fuck, he bites his lip to hold back a groan before it bubbles from his throat.

He wouldn't even have to get that close. Just...just close enough. 

That's...that's not wrong right?

It absolutely is. He's a monster. He's a degenerate piece of shit. That thought makes him all the needier for you.

Arven gets as close as he dares. Again, he's nowhere near actually touching you, and you're both still very much separated by your own sleeping bags, but he still inhales deeply from where he's positioned.

You're right there...just as sweet and good as always...just as enticing.

You smell amazing.

God, if you were awake, he wishes you would just sit on his face.

Arven breathes a little heavier at the thought, his eyes fluttering shut. He imagines your strong thighs surrounding his face, how you'd taste on his tongue, how you'd smell--

"Fuck,"

"Arven?"

It all happens at once.

Arevn's eyes open to see yours staring directly at him, and he very nearly cums at the sheer erotic horror of having been found out by the basis of his intense attraction.

But no.

Instead, all Arven can do is pathetically whimper your name as his hand jolts to a stop.

He can't do this. He can't be such a perverted piece of shit. He can't find this as hot as he does.

His blood goes absolutely cold, but he feels his face warm all at the same time. Can he actually be light headed with all the blood in his body pooling at more or less its polar opposite points?

"Were you...?" You ask, voice just loud enough to be heard over the rain.

"Uhh..." Arven stammers a moment, unsure how to handle this. His cock throbs with a delicious sort of need. Arven unintentionally buckles a bit, his hips thrusting without meaning to.

"Fuck, Arven..." 

He can't read your tone entirely, but he's mortified.

"I-I'm so sorry. I thought you were asleep-- I mean--"

"Do you always do this when I sleep?"

"No! I-I just--"

"What do you mean 'you just'?" Your eyes are wide, and you move to sit up, scooting back toward the wall of the tent.

Fuck, this is the last thing Arven wanted. He follows your motion, sitting up on his knees and out of his sleeping bag as he tries to stammer out an apology. He clasps his hands together in a gesture of piety and sincerity.

"I mean, I-I just. Listen! I'm sorry! Okay, I'm so, so sorry. I don't do this often. I-I mean I do this often, but I don't do this often."

Damn it, he's making absolutely zero sense, and you don't even look like you're paying attention to him. You won't look him in the eye. Not that he blames you, of course. No, instead your gaze is fixed solely lower.

...on his...

...wait...

Arven...

He, uh... He never tucked his cock back into his pajama pants when he sat up to apologize.

Arven follows your line of sight to his dick standing proud and flushed against his abdomen, twitching just ever so slightly when his breath hitches.

"O-oh my god!" Arven chokes out as he covers himself, yanking his pants back up. "I-I didn't mean t-- Oh god... Ok, I'm so sorry about that. I swear I'm not some deviant or something." Liar.

You… You’re not moving. You’re not saying anything. You’re just…staring. Where his dick was.

Arven timidly (or…as timidly as one can when their dick was just on full display) breaks the silence with your name.

That seems to break your trance, and you lick your lips.

Fucking hell.

“Sorry, what?” You ask, your own face flushing.

“What?!” Arven nearly chokes. “What was that?”

“S-Sorry… I-I just got distracted… Did you… I mean, were you gonna…? I-I mean,” You swallow thickly, and Arven watches the motion with near rapt attention. “Did you need help?”

Did he…did he hear you right? 

“What?” He asks dumbly.

“Did… No, I’m sorry, I’m being stupid. Oh my god. Forget I said anything.” You say with an embarrassed chuckle. “I’m so sorry. For real. I-I can… I can go outside. Seriously. It’s no big deal, for real. I-I don’t mind. I get it. A man’s got needs, y’know?” You’re flushed and rambling and starting to scoot toward the exit of the tent when Arven grabs your wrist, not tightly and not with any amount of force.

“Are you kidding? It’s still raining out there. You’ll get soaked.” He tells you. You freeze for your part, eyes locked on where he has a gentle hold on you. Grasping with you the same hand that just moments ago…

Arven quickly lets go.

“O-Oh my god! S-sorry! For real. Again. Sorry. Fuck. I can deal, it’s fine. Just. Forget this ever happened. Please?” He’s going to die. He’s absolutely going to expire. How will he get past this?

You touch the spot on your wrist and meet his gaze. “Wh…what if I…don’t want to?”

Arven searches your eyes for what the fuck you could possibly mean by that. What, did you want to make fun of him for the rest of eternity for his incredible fuck up? But…There’s no devious look there. Only what seems to be something like wide-eyed adoration, maybe a bit of nervousness?

Arven clears his throat. “Really?”

You nod. 

“Y…You also…you also said…” He can’t bring himself to finish.

“That I wanna help? I-I mean, if you want…?”

“Yeah! I mean, yes. Yes, very much. Very much so. If you want. Yes.” Wow, hopefully he doesn’t sound too eager? Fucking degenerate.

You nod slowly, still seeming a little nervous. Or shy? “Okay. Just…” You inch closer to Arven, getting onto all fours to close the space between you. “Let me know what you’d like, okay?”

“O-Oh my god,” Arven nearly chokes again. “Uh… Okay…” It’s his turn to back up a bit against the wall of the tent as you approach. Fuck. He… He was just thinking about how much he wanted you to sit on his face. Would that be too forward to ask now?

“C…Could we maybe… Uh…”

“Yeah?” You ask. Your face is nearly level with his dick at this point, as you’ve slowly made your way to him. 

“Fuck, could you please just sit on my face?” Arven breathes out in a hurried huff of air, his eyes clenched shut.

“Oh.”

He hears you shift and opens his eyes to you sitting back on your haunches in front of him.

“W-well… I mean, I haven’t showered since yesterday morning, bu–”

“That’s fine!” He hurries out his answer. “I-I mean… I don’t mind…if you don’t?” 

“Uh… Sure. I, uh, I was gonna offer to suck your dick for you though? If…you wanted? Do you wanna do both?”

“Like at the same time?” Arven feels like he might combust. Fuck, what was he getting himself into?

“Yeah? Would that be too weird?” You ask, tilting your head to the side.

“N-No! Not too weird. Definitely not. Just, uh…” Arven sits back on his heels and then scoots his legs out from beneath him. “Just let me…” Hopefully he isn’t moving too fast? He adjusts himself a bit further, laying back down on a sleeping bag, shifting his hips a bit to lower his pajama pants again and reveal his still uncomfortably hard cock. “O-Okay… I’m ready. Just…Whenever you’re ready…” He closes his eyes. Dear god this is actually happening. He’s gonna have to put his all into not immediately blowing his load everywhere.

“God, you’re so pretty…” You say under your breath as you move to straddle him. Arven shivers at the praise. He feels the fabric shift by him, and he tenses involuntarily in anticipation. Once you’re in place, you stroke loving lines up and down his thighs. “Are… Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

Arven inhales slowly, trying not to make too audible a sound of it. He has to hold himself back from rolling his hips and potentially bumping your face with his cock. The smell of you, natural and real, surrounds him, and it’s incredible. “Oh yeah…”

With his consent, you slowly lick a hot stripe down his dick before taking him in your mouth. The hand on that arm that isn’t holding you up goes to stroke the rest of his shaft.

“S-Shit…” Arven groans, his hips stuttering just a bit. He can’t blow his load. He can’t blow his load. He can’t blow his load. Instead, he focuses on you, on your scent, on how you’re so perfectly presented to him. He reaches up, hooking both arms around your deliciously strong thighs to bring you closer, closer, closer to his mouth… He breathes hotly against you, and he feels you shiver in his grasp. 

Before he gets to his main course, Arven thinks to savor you, tease you a bit. He shifts you to the side, just the tiniest bit, so his mouth collides with your inner thigh where he can gently nip at the sensitive flesh there. So what if that’s also where your scent is probably at its strongest? Teasing you also has its perks. You moan a bit around his cock, sending vibrations through it that have Arven shaking. Fuck, he wants to cum. He could cum now if he weren’t determined not to seem like an absolute teenager in front of you.

He pulls back just a bit, shifting you before pulling you in again, so his mouth can work on pleasing you properly. In his tight grasp, he feels your hips roll against him as you shudder. Your mouth leaves his cock with an audible ‘pop.’

“F-Fuck, Arven…” You whine, grinding against his mouth as best he’ll let you. He hums in acknowledgement, refusing to let his tongue leave you now that he’s had his first proper taste. “Sh-shit…” You go on, your fingers flexing against his thighs.

Arven rolls his hips up against your mouth again without thinking, and you take his cock back between your lips, sucking him in deeper at an excruciatingly slow pace. He stutters a bit in his work on you, but does his best to continue loving you meticulously with his tongue.

You up the ante, pulling him all the way down your throat, your nose pressed against his heavy balls. Arven stills when you breathe deeply from your position there, hollowing your cheeks. 

“G-Gonna–” He taps your thigh rapidly. “Gonna c-cum.” He says, pulling his mouth from you. “P-Please get off if you don’t want me cumming i-in your mouth, oh god,” It ends in a pathetic little whimper, as you give your assent with a little ‘Mhmm,’ and a nod against him. Your fingers on his thighs outline a little heart before you redouble your efforts and swallow around him.

Arven cums with a strangled groan, spilling hotly down your throat, as the muscles in his abdomen spasm, and he writhes beneath you. Once he’s softened, you cough just the tiniest bit as you pull off of him and roll to the side. He breathes great gulping gasps of air, still coming down from the high of his orgasm.

“Oh my god…” Arven sighs, totally content. 

“Good?” You ask.

“Oh my god…” Arven repeats with a smile, nodding. 

You give a little laugh that turns into a sighing yawn, then sit up and scootch around to snuggle up next to him. “I’m glad. Seems like you needed that.”

He sighs. “Ah…yeah…” Then it hits him. “W-Wait, but we’re not done! You didn’t–”

You wave your hand, cutting him off. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it. You can finish me off next time, ‘kay?”

“Next time?” That almost seems like too much to hope for, but then again after the night he’s had?

“Well, yeah? I mean…if you want? Like, I’d think this would kinda, I dunno…solidify that I, uh…I wanna…do? This sorta thing? With…you?”

“Oh.” Arven short circuits briefly. “Well, yeah. Definitely. Always. Anytime.” He pauses. “B-But still! I-I… I don’t want you going without!”

You shift nervously at his side. “Are…are you sure?”

Arven rolls over to straddle you. “Absolutely. Just tell me what you’d like.”

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