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leggerefiore · 7 months

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Pretty sure I never saw this idea: s/o getting the shock of their life when they find an Egg one day and it becomes quickly apparent that it belongs to their own Pokemon and their sweetheart's Pokemon. The couple and their Pokemon raise the babby once it hatches, and when the hatchling becomes independant it convinces s/o to want to have an actual baby. With submas, Larry, and Cyrus pls and thnx ☺️

cw: fluff,

▲Ingo▼

● It was a surprising sight to behold. Most certainly to Ingo, who had awoken you in a strange mix of panic and frenzy to see what had broken his usually strict morning routine. His Chandelure was floating lowly, almost near the floor. It might not have been concerning, as she could have been sleeping, yet that was not it. An egg sat underneath her as she delicately worked to keep it well heated, but not too much. Ingo gazed at you and then back at the pokemon. You could only shrug. Did he expect you to know something about this?

● It was then you realised your pokemon was sleeping nearby. Your heart dropped when you remembered its egg group. For a pokemon that sure did not like you, it seemed she excused your team members. Or maybe she just wanted an egg. That would not surprise you, honestly. Ingo seemed to snap out of his trance with the scene when his watch blared out an alarm, and he rushed to finish getting ready. A promise to discuss this later was exchanged as he called Chandelure into her pokeball and departed from the apartment, leaving you alone with the egg.

● You and your pokemon watched over the egg all day until Ingo's amazingly on time return in the evening. He took the egg from your lap to look it over with curious eyes. With some uncertainty, he shined a light through the egg to check whatever was developing inside. Ingo seemed to be following directions given to him as he observed everything carefully. In the end, he hung his head. It was a Litwick, he declared. You sighed. Another ghost was soon to haunt your Nimbasa apartment's halls. Hopefully, this one would like you. Ingo then fell into a long-winded explanation of your and his duties in caring for the egg and how to divide them equally as possible.

● It was both simple and difficult to care for the egg. Unfortunately, due to the pokemon inside it, holding it often resulted in exhaustion from life energy consumption, yet it could not be simply abandoned in a corner. Besides, it was oddly fun speaking to the egg. Ingo, at least, certainly enjoyed to. Many times, he would speak softly to the egg, assuring of how much it was going to be adored and cared for whenever it decided to leave its shell. He and his Chandelure were obviously utterly fascinated with the egg. You felt happy for him, but strangely unsure yourself.

● Much to your terror, the Litwick decided to hatch when you were alone to care for it. A panicked phone call to Ingo had him assure you that he would come home as soon as he could. The poor candle pokemon was just as confused as you were as it made its way to you with a sad, desperate cry. Realising what it wanted, you picked it up. It nuzzled into your chest and soon dozed off while you waited for Ingo's return. When Ingo finally was able to get a break, you jumped at his sudden entrance. Before he could go into one of his endless messes of words, he was silenced by the sight of you cradling the baby pokemon. His cheeks became flustered as a small smile twitched across his lips.

● Somehow, you both were cursed with the neediest Litwick ever born. Chandelure tried desperately to keep it company, but it always seemed to desire you and Ingo to be near it. One of you would calm it down, sure, but it preferred having both of you and would not be contented until then. The Litwick loved to be settled between you both, obviously draining your life energy until Chandelure or your pokemon lightly told it off. It, too, loved to sleep in the bed with you and Ingo, whining until it was let up or floated up by Chandelure. You wondered if it would ever end.

● However, you were not prepared for when it did. The end came with its evolution into Lampent. Gone was the clingy little candle that followed you around the house, in was the newest shadow of Ingo, Lampent. You supposed there was nothing strange about it. Ingo was a strong, capable trainer, yet you missed the lazy afternoons spent playing and napping with the Litwick you had come to love. You could only debate where those feelings would go in the now empty days.

● Your answer came to you, which led to you catching Ingo during dinner. Calling his name softly, you watched as he placed the fork down to gaze at you. His silver eyes were filled with both concern and curiosity. “… I think… I think I want a baby…” you told him meekly. How would he react? Sure, he loved helping kids around the station and doting on the Litwick, but that did not necessarily transfer to wanting a family. Your foot tapped against the floor nervously.

● Ingo's eyes lit up instantly as he reached a hand across the table to grab yours. He was utterly stricken with something. “I… I have been meaning to ask you that myself,” the Subway Boss admitted with a flustered expression, “I'd love to, dearest. There is nothing I would like more than that.” You gasped and tightened your hand around his own. Both of you soon fell into an eager discussion about your future.

▽Emmet△

○ Seeing a pokemon egg around the apartment was not that odd of a sight, truthfully. Emmet's beloved activity of Joltik breeding usually led to finding them quite frequently and him lovingly carrying the egg everywhere until it hatched. It should not have felt odd, but it did. There was no nearby Galvantula watching the egg, nor had Emmet apparently noticed it. Rather, your pokemon was the only one near it. Quite protectively, you might add. You quickly debated the egg group of your pokemon before realising you had left them out last night with Emmet's Eelektross.

○ The twin was weirdly eager when you told him about the circumstance, giggling over the phone and asking you to keep an eye on the egg and your pokemon until he got off, so he could properly investigate. You agreed, of course, a bit uncertain about what to do and trusting his opinion as a pokemon breeder. It was strange to think about how quickly it had happened. Your pokemon and his were naturally close due to spending so much time together, but you had not thought they had gotten that close. The sight of your pokemon carefully protecting their egg was adorable, however. You took many pictures.

○ When Emmet arrived, he immediately worked with you to take the egg from your pokemon's possession and give it a once over. He hummed as he shined a light through it and did some light tapping. Whatever he was doing, he ended up quite confident in himself as he bravely declared it to be a Tynamo. The twin instantly began to explain how to care and watch over an egg before humming and making a schedule for splitting the egg duties. You followed along carefully and began to work with him on watching over the egg.

○ It was not easy, needing to carry the egg around and monitor it constantly, but the work felt worth it when you saw how eager Emmet was to greet the pokemon that was developing inside. He would coo softly to it, telling it about how excited he was to meet them and help train them. Its development would be checked regularly by him, and you could only watch in intrigue. By some luck, when you were both together is when the egg began to crack. Emmet and you crouched near it as the shell slowly began to be forced apart by the pokemon inside.

○ The little Tynamo looked up at you both with its confused eyes as it squirmed pitifully. Emmet picked it up and quickly took it to a prepared tank. His Eelektross and your pokemon had wandered over to watch the little EleFish pokemon grow accustomed to its new existence. You leaned onto the twin's shoulder as he brought an arm around yours. You wondered how the little guy was going to grow, but you trusted Emmet to see it through everything.

○ For a while, the Tynamo was quite dependent on you both. It was not the vicious predator it would grow into and needed to be fed whatever diet Emmet seemed to think was best for the electric type. You watched as many evenings were spent with him testing a meal on his Eelektross before feeding it to Tynamo. The little fish-like pokemon would come to brush against you sweetly whenever you reached a hand in its tank, nuzzling into your palm and enjoying the pets you had to offer. Emmet and you both sat around to just observe the pokemon. Sometimes your own would make desperate sounds at the baby, or Eelektross would try to climb in the tank, which prompted Emmet to stop him.

○ It almost felt like it would stay like that forever, but the little Tynamo did not stay little for long. It evolved into an Eelektrik one evening, and gone was the cute, confused baby. Now it wanted to fight and play, Emmet bringing it along with him to the station or having it battle it out against his pokemon. You felt sad, missing the big eyes of the Tynamo. The evenings spent together doting on the cute baby pokemon. You allowed Emmet to take the Eelektrik as his pokemon, trusting him to raise it correctly from there on out. But, you wanted something still.

○ “Emmy…” you called out to the Subway Boss after he came one day. The Eelektrik you both raised following behind him like a shadow. Your heart ached. He tilted his head at with you a soft smile. A “mhm” was your signifier to continue. You took his hands in yours as you met his eyes meekly. “I… I want a baby,” you told him. His eyes went wide. For some reason, you were terrified he was going to say no. He was too busy with his job for one.

○ Instead, his hand let go of yours as his arms wrapped around you and pulled you into a tight embrace. Kisses covered your face as he giggled in an almost creepy manner. His silver eyes met yours as a wide grin spread across his face. “Me, too!” he cooed, “I want twins.” You gulped. He twirled you around before carrying you to the bedroom. It seemed you were getting your wish.

💼Larry🏢

🍙 Larry shook you awake in a near panic. It was obvious he had not been awake for long, as he was still dressed in his sweats and a t-shirt. You rubbed your eyes as you yawned and got out of bed. Following him into the living room, you saw a mess of blankets and his Staraptor in the middle of it. You tilted your head. He shoved a hand under the bird and pressed up against the fluff of its feathers to reveal an egg hiding underneath it. The odd, aggressive sound from his Staraptor had him retreat his hand as you saw your pokemon bringing another blanket to the flying-type.

🍙 Looking at the clock, Larry suddenly rushed back into the bedroom and toward the en suite bathroom while you tried to figure out just what happened. It was obvious from how amicably Larry's Staraptor took the blanket from your pokemon that they had some understanding. When had they…? You felt distressed by the apparent breeding that had happened. Larry already had like… twelve pokemon, and you had your own amount. Another was a distressing prospect, yet you barely had time to discuss it with Larry as he called the flying-type into its ball and rushed out the door with his briefcase.

🍙 Your pokemon dutifully took up where his Staraptor had been forced away from, and you could only sit down on the couch and wait until Larry got off to figure out the next steps you were going to take. When he did return that evening, you could tell the day had been rough. His normally slicked back hair was a mess, and there was obvious irritation on his hands. He sent out his Staraptor, who rushed over to the egg. It instantly returned to its brooding, dismissing yours from its carefully observed duties. You both looked at each other in a strange sense of understanding. The egg was staying, whether either of you wanted it to or not.

🍙 Caring for the egg was mostly easy, as the pokemon seemed most interested in doting on it. Still, both of you had your moments with the egg. Your pokemon seemed especially fond of allowing you to hold it and cuddle with it. You wondered what pokemon was inside as you felt the residual warmth from the shell. Larry had a harder time seeing it, as his Staraptor was fiercely protective over it. Yet, it relented to its trainer and allowed him to see it. His nervousness was apparent about it, but he was extremely delicate. Well, until he made a remark about craving omelettes.

🍙 You both watched as his Staraptor stood up suddenly one evening to reveal a confused baby bird tucked underneath it. The Starly chirped pitifully as it gazed at Larry and you. You watched as Larry lifted the pokemon up and met its eyes. A small smile came on his lips. You leaned against him as the pokemon eagerly nuzzled into Larry's hold. His Staraptor and your pokemon watched the exchange carefully. Somehow, you felt like the Starling pokemon was going to grow up fine under the guidance of the double Gym Leader-Elite Four member.

🍙 The baby bird pokemon was very needy, as was expected. Larry's Staraptor had to do unspeakable things to feed it, which you averted your eyes from, but besides that, it almost always wanted to be sitting on you or Larry. Though, you could see the pokemon's preference for the businessman. The sight of the Starly nuzzled up in his lap was a common one. Larry's hand would gently comb through its feathers as he watched television vacantly. Other times, you would have your own bird cuddling time. Though, mostly, it loved to show its developing talents in loudly chirping songs, of which Staraptor joined in often. Your pokemon found time to cuddle with the Starly for a nap.

🍙 This period was a passing one, however. The Starly would soon evolve into a Staravia and thus gained a stronger sense of independence. Its flying became more elegant, and it had long passed the need for Staraptor to feed it. The favouritism towards Larry led to it joining the businessman during his work and even joining in on his battles. You felt strangely lonely without the constant chirping and playing of the little Starly within the apartment. The nest of blankets was cleaned up, and you felt strangely empty.

🍙 “Larry,” you found yourself lying awake one night beside your lover. His eyes opened slowly as he let out a strange groan. You held back a laugh. Staravia was tucked away in one of his many pokeballs now. You nuzzled closer to him, feeling the warmth of his body and the smell of his choice of body wash. “Do you think… Do you think we could start a family…?” you asked quietly, nervous about his response. Larry did not seem to be the type for settling down like that. Despite his moniker of the extraordinary everyman, his home life had been quite uncommon for most men his age.

🍙 An arm came lazily across your waist as he pulled you closer to him. He rested his head atop yours as he yawned. “Sure,” he eventually replied, “If you don't mind having one with me.” You immediately moved to look up at him. Pressing a sweet kiss to his lips, you smiled. Of course, you wanted one with him. The affection was returned as his arm pulled you closer to him. Soon, you would have your own “Starly” with Larry.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ You felt stumped as you stared at your pokemon. An egg was pressed against its body as you pondered just how it possibly obtained one. There was not a chance you had bred it with anything. Your mind raced with many possible reasons, but eventually, you settled on the most logical. One of Cyrus's pokemon must have bred with yours. You sighed. What a mess. Debating the egg group and comparing it to the blue-haired man's choice in a team, you felt oddly confident in it being his Weavile.

☄️ Alerting Cyrus to this change felt strange, especially with how busy he always seemed to be. You honestly had not been expecting a response. But, unexpectedly, he did. He informed you that he had seen his Weavile curled around the egg that morning before he left. Apparently, you were free to do whatever with the egg since he did not really have any strong opinions on it. You found it to be something oddly romantic that yours and his pokemon had created an egg together, so you decided to keep it.

☄️ His arrival home that evening had left him quietly stricken as you slept on the couch with the egg carefully pressed to your chest. Worst of all, his Weavile rushed over to snatch the egg from you and curl around it once more, purring loudly. Cyrus had absolutely no idea how to handle this situation. It seemed both you and his pokemon were keen on doting and caring for this egg. The task seemed needlessly stressful and interrupting, and he wanted no part in it. Still, however, the image of you cuddling the egg remained in his mind.

☄️ Caring for the egg was mostly easy for you, choosing to carry it around and monitor it on your own. It was cool to the touch, but you found yourself all the more desperate to keep it warm. Which, thankfully, you were aided in by Cyrus's Weavile and your own pokemon. Both seemed to be utterly in love with and protective over the egg, which made it feel less stressful upon you. Unfortunately, Cyrus, himself, seemed uninterested in hatching the egg with you. Yet, somehow, the pokemon inside picked a time when both you and he were around to start eviscerating its shell.

☄️ A small Sneasel escaped its casing, moving around pitifully. Soft, desperate whines came from it as you delicately picked it up and presented it to Cyrus. He stood stiffly as the newly hatched pokemon stared at his with a loving expression. When you held it near him, a loud purr erupted from it and startled him. His Weavile and your pokemon rushed over, both lightly headbutting yours and his legs, wanting to see their baby. You could already tell it was going to be interesting raising the sharp claw pokemon.

☄️ As it grew, it proved quite needy and with clear a preference. It loved Cyrus to be the one who served it food, choosing to follow him around whining and clawing at his legs until he broke down and gave it what it so demanded. Not to mention how it always seemed to want to be carried by either him or you. There was something special about watching Cyrus's disinterest forced away by the needy kitten. You wanted to grin whenever you saw the Sneasel curled up in his lap while he read through documents on his tablet. Weavile was often nuzzled into his side as well. Your pokemon and you almost felt left out in the intense Cyrus love.

☄️ As the Sneasel grew, however, you could only see it grow more independent. It wanted to play and be alone, not doted on and cuddled. The dark-type wished to go with Cyrus when he left to do whatever his work entailed for the day, leaving you alone in the home. You felt strange over the change. Sure, it had obviously had a preference for the blue-haired man, but you still had plenty of time to dote on the cute kitten. Well, no longer, you supposed. It had really grown into its claws and left the nest. You pondered just why you felt so upset.

☄️ “Cy…” you mumbled out after he came in late from his work. Your arms wrapped around him after he entered the living room and scolded you for waiting up for him. Finally, you realised why you had felt so sad to see the pokemon leave you. Looking up at him pleadingly, you spoke, “I want a baby…” He froze, and his eyes went distant. Had it never crossed his mind? Probably… Cyrus always seemed afraid to get attached to anything. A child would only be viewed as getting in his way. Your heart sank.

☄️ “… I… Do you?” he repeated the question back to you. His hands rested firmly on your shoulders as he pushed you away from him to meet your eyes. “Beloved,” Cyrus's voice was deadly serious, “What as brought this on?” Your explanation left him even more mortified. Everything felt bad. You had upset him. Before you could open your mouth and blurt out an apology, he spoke again, “… Not… now. Soon. We can talk seriously about this soon, I promise.” You felt calmed down by his words. Soon. Soon, hopefully, you could convince him to your side.

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