#Brassius x reader

[randoimago]

Headcanons of what's like to date (Pokemon) Grusha, Brassius, Hassel, and Larry please?

What It's Like to Date Them

Fandom: Pokemon

Character(s): Grusha, Brassius, Hassel, and Larry

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): You got it!

Brassius

You'll have to drag him away from his work otherwise he will just be hunched over painting the whole day instead of taking breaks to eat and hydrate. Is also a bit stubborn when it comes to taking a break, but if he sees that you're getting upset or frustrated then he'll put his paint brush down.

Constantly watching you. When you two are on dates or just doing something like grocery shopping together, his eyes are watching your every movement. You're his muse and he doesn't want to miss seeing something that can spark his inspiration.

Likes to go to museums with you. Museum dates are something he always likes. And when he travels due to Gym Leader business, he's sure to take you with (if you want to, it's fine if you don't), but he's going to show you other museums in other locations.

Grusha

Wants to go snowboarding with you a lot. He's unable to do it professionally due to his injury, but he's happy to go on a date where he snowboards with you. There're some bittersweet moments with him while snowboarding, but he assures you that he is very happy to have these moments with you.

Grusha tries to seem like he has things together when he's with you. He's actually rather stressed out, but he doesn't like you seeing that side of him. Pull aside and hug him and he'll give the deepest sigh of relief because he really needed the hug.

Not the most emotional person. His scarf hides his face, so you really only have his eyes to tell you how he's feeling. But even with his emotions not really on his sleeves, he always gives you the softest looks.

Hassel

Lots of soft music playing throughout his house. Or even when you visit his classroom at the school, there's some soft music in the background. Even though he didn't go into music, he still very much loves it still.

Remembers lots of things about you too. Knows exactly what drinks you like and how you like to eat certain foods. Anytime he notices you're a bit stress or anxious, he's there with a comfort item he remembers you mentioning.

You get to witness his grumbling when he's doing schoolwork and he ends up smearing ink or pencil on his hand because he's left-handed. Just little pouts on his face because he thought he was careful this time. It's very adorable.

Larry

He is so tired and overworked all the time. And he's not going to hide his tired appearance from you. He won't complain (too much) in front of you, but he's not going to try and seem like he has his crap together in front of you all the time.

Real big on staying home and hanging out. He doesn't mind if you want to go out and do something, but he prefers staying home and relaxing. Doesn't mind doing typical house husband stuff either. Yeah, he worked all day, but he doesn't mind male wife-ing it up for you.

Either falls asleep too easily or cannot sleep no matter what. If you two are watching TV or something, then he'll end up falling asleep halfway through. But when it comes to actually laying down in bed, he is awake. His body is tired, but his mind is awake as he just holds you close and let's his eyes rest at least.

[r0-boat]

If Poke-men(and Rika) had audio accounts part 5(???)

Scarlet and violet Edition

(Guzma too)

Sfw and Nsfw

Cw: mentions of yandere, noncon

Hassel and Brassius

They share the same account. They treat each one of their audios like a work of art. It has to be perfect in their eyes using their own sound effects if they have to. Even using their own artwork for thumbnails

You can find them on YouTube doing story-like audios with compelling characters and arcs. Their most popular is two men fighting over you,Sometimes they'll even post ASMR readings of popular books

Sadly their nsfw is patreon locked, but but if you do cough up money for their tear, you will be fed because you'll have access to all sorts of wonderful horny content for your consumption. And sometimes they'll even post illustrations of scenes from those audios.

Their viewers have pointed out a pattern between the two. If it is a Brassius centered audio then it will be more kinky and rougher a little darker. But with Hassel, the audios are much more gentle and loving.

Pet names for their listeners

(Muse/My muse/Our pretty little Muses~) Hass&Brass

(Pet) Brassius

(Beautiful) Hassel

(Love/My Love) Brassius

(Dear) Haasel

Grusha

Started gwa shortly after his snowboarding career when he had nothing else to do at home. At first it was just something to relieve to sexual desire. But he hates to admit that he's grown a liking to his audience.

Favors darker, kinkier Scripts. Yandere( is his favorite), noncon. Rolls where he plays more villainous character or cocky pretty boy. Occasionally As a treat, he'll do a much nicer gentle audio.

Grusha has a nice voice and can voice Act. He could not only do some game characters he could also probably do a more feminine voice. It's funny to watch the comments scream about his more feminine voice.

He has thought about starting a patreon where he only does audios of game or anime characters. ( though he's a little disappointed himself that he's stupid this low)

Pet names for listener

Babe/baby

Pretty/beautiful

My love

Sweetheart

Larry

Fucking Larry dude where do I begin. Started on youtube as a joke and a Pastime and now he's too deep to stop. Even has a gwa now( HIGHLY requested from fans). His voice always sounds tired and slightly monotone so he doesn't even know why people like him either.

Larry will do any script people want him to. You tag him in a script he'll most likely have it out within a week. And he always posts some at like midnight or 3:00 a.m. On a certain day once a week. He's always completely on time.

His most common are ramble faps. His listeners love to listen to him slowly become undone, mindlessly babbling about biting you or filling you full.

His audios slowly become kinkier over time. Favoring the ones where he's marking you or choking you. A lot of his audio have pretty good quality too. No one knows how he does it.

Pet names for listener

Baby???

( he's working on it)

Jacq

Almost always does anime or video game inspired audios. Making his own scripts and even posting them so people could use them as well. He's extremely creative and all of his audios are very well done. However he doesn't post a lot. He only makes audios when he's too horny to think or work or when he's so hyper-fixated on a game and creativity Hits him.

Pretty chill when it comes to Kinks. if the script calls for it he'll do it. And provide a good Aftercare audio. He's always wanted to try an Omegaverse audio but has been too scared to do so.

His audios drastically very. There are some where he's dominating you in the most kinkiest way. And others he's under your heel whimpering feeling you put pressure on his poor cock.

He turns into the biggest monster fucker you've ever seen around Halloween

Pet names for listener

Darling

Ma'am/sir

Sweetheart

amor/ Mi amor

Rika

Excellent voice range. Can sound like a man or a woman. she mostly makes F4F/F4A audios though. Most of her audios is Improv, sometimes she makes her own Scripts. Absolutely adores Scripts where she's playing a position of greater power.

This is all just for horny fun and fulfilling Her Fantasy so she's pretty chill with all Kinks. She does Kinks that only she's into even flirts with her listeners in the comments.

Her favorite audios, however are the one's were its just her making kiss noises and making out with the listener, or eating them out. Rika just likes making mouth noises.

Also becomes a huge monster fucker on Halloween. She likes to pretend that she's a slime grinding her cunt against you or bending you over, sliding her cock inside of you.

Pet names for listener

Baby/babe

Cutie

Darling

Princess

Guzma

After he broke up team skull he needed something to do. He did this to kill time. Now he's so far that he doesn't know if he's proud of himself or not.

Apparently, he's really good at acting and writes all of his scripts himself. All his audios are sweet and very wholesome. With each kinky audio having their own aftercare. "this is how I would treat my sweetheart in real life" -Guzma probably

The close friend of him mentioned that he could make quite a pretty penny with his side gag and even though they're kind of right. He doesn't know if he wants to. He's kind of grown attached to his sweethearts.

All his audios have titles like " bad boy protects you". Or "bad boy boyfriend makes love to you"

Pet names for listener

Sweet heart

Tuts

Babe

Pretty

(Bounus)

Clavell

Posted it introduction audio. The mic is terrible and you can hear a car noises in the background and he basically tell you that he is new, and he hopes that his voice will make you swoon.

People fucking loved him. They're not sure if hes a troll but they listened to some of his audio. Oh boy the mic... And oh boy, that acting... It's okay he's trying his best. And he is. Taking notes and heating his listeners advice for acting tips and better Mics. He's getting better and he has his audience to thank. They even tag him in scripts for him he is a little worried about how many age Gap scripts he gets...

" there goes our peepaw off destroy the world. they grow up so fast!"

Clive is his alter ego when he wants to play a younger version of himself. Clive is very cringe and he somehow sneaks in dumb slang words that don't make sense. no matter how much they tell him Clive is here to stay.

Pet names for listener

Bae( Clive)

Beloved

Darling

My Treasure(s)

[bellafragolina]

I would love some Clavell, Hassel, Brassius, and Larry pining hcs if you could! The blorbos,,

Oh I so could hell yeah

🍓🍓🍓

Clavell:

He thinks he's very subtle, but it's quite obvious in all actuality. Clavell is a fool for you, doing his best to "casually" insert himself into your sphere for the chance to talk with you. He loves having you to himself, talking together as friends instead of coworkers (should you be a fellow teacher), so he tries to arrange such a thing as often as he can. He'll ask favors or assign work to the other teachers until it's just you and him, and then he'll invite you to lunch. Way to make it not obvious, Clav

At home, he daydreams endlessly. He doesn't mean to, but in the peaceful quiet of his home, his mind always wanders to you. He imagines little scenarios throughout the night, starting with casual lunches together, then getting dinner, or seeing a show together. It builds up, bit by bit, until it comes to head with you kissing him for the first time! After that it's a opened dam, and Clavell is lying in bed, falling asleep to various date ideas that he can take you on. He's smitten

Hassel:

Hassel can manage to keep a fairly good act, hiding his feelings somewhat well, due to the fact he is already a kind and sweet person. He complimented you before, and now you're better friends, that's why he's doing it more often. He sometimes cries if you reveal struggles of your past or present, but he does that with all his friends. What you don't know is that Hassel does all of this even when you're not around, alerting everyone to how deep he's fallen for you

His sketchbook has pages upon pages of you. They're merely sketches, but they're done with so much care. They range from realistic to simplistic, all recognizable as you, however. The more simplistic drawings even have him there too, holding your hand, kissing you, making you swoon. Hassel guards this book with his life, and only Brassius has seen the inside of it, which he teases Hassel about often

Brassius:

Brassius worships the ground you walk on, so it's a little hard NOT to notice his affections. He's calm, but dramatic in the way he waxes poetry about how much he adores you. In a way, you've changed his life, bringing new light and inspiration, and he can't thank you enough. He's another that has a sketchbook full of you, but they're not just sketches, but design plans for sculptures that show off your beauty.

Brassius might, in secret, create such a sculpture. It's smaller than he would like, but he needed to make something in the middle of a sleepless night. His body craves you, your company and light, so he tries to channel it into art. He creates a sculpture of you standing like a goddess, glowing like the sun as Sunflora cling to you and bask in your presence. He hides it from you, until he can be assure of your returned affections. Only then does he sheepishly reveal what he's created

Larry:

Larry is the most subtle in his affections. It's hard to tell he's in love, but if you look close, you can see. His coworkers for sure can see the soft flush that lights his cheeks whenever you're around. His eyes never leave you when you talk to him, looking brighter than they have all week, though his face doesn't change. He listens carefully to you, and always invites you to spend lunch with him if you're free. He always buys your meals as well, having them put on his tab.

Larry doesn't daydream about you, per se, but he does make plans in his head. He thinks about what he would need to do when taking you on a date, reservations to make and picking a time when the weather is hopefully nice. He imagines you living together, and debates to himself the pros and cons of either of your apartments, versus just buying a house. What would a house need? Insurance, of course, and furniture. He'll need to understand your tastes more, and look at what you have that could be conceivably kept from your place and his. . .

🍓🍓🍓

sighhhhh soft men <3

i think pining might be my favorite thing. is it a trope? it's my favorite if so

~Renee

[crowborn666-writes]

Headcanons of how would Hassel, Brassius, and Larry react to having to share a bed with gender neutral crush?

Hassel, Brassius, and Larry Sharing A Bed

(Hope I did well! First time writing for Hassel and Larry)

Various x Reader

Genre: Headcanons, Fluff, Romantic

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Hassel

You both were attending a festival in Artazon, and by the time it was over it was too late to call a taxi, so you both booked a hotel

One problem

One bed

“I can go down and ask for a different room.” Hassel offered

“N-No that’s okay! I don’t mind sharing a bed for one night, as long as you’re okay with it too..”

And that’s how it led to you both curled up in this one bed

In the dark, he didn’t need to worry about how pink his cheeks had gotten

Of course it didn’t help he was so tense

Fell asleep staring at the ceiling and did not move during the night

Woke up before you to see you facing him, curled into a ball all peaceful

He enjoyed the view for a bit before getting up to start the day

Brassius

You and Brassius had traveled out into the wilderness for some artistic inspiration

When you went to set up your tents for the night, a wild Pokémon had attacked, protecting its territory

You escaped unharmed, but your tent didn’t

So Brassius kindly offered to let you sleep in his for the night

So that’s how you both ended up shoulder to shoulder in his tent

Brassius decided to distract you (and him) from the awkward situation by talking to you about his latest ideas

You both fell asleep soon enough, and you woke up to Brassius carefully detaching your hands from his shirt and tuck you back in before slipping out of the tent where you heard him greet a few Deerling and Skiddo that had wandered by

Larry

You both were summoned by Geeta for some elite four thing, and since it ended late in the night, you both had to share a room

He’s too tired for this

One room, one bed

Thanks Geeta

He’ll sleep on the couch, if to avoid any awkward situations

But your sweet nature simply won’t allow it, and you somehow convince him to join you in the bed

Both in comfy pajamas, you curl up in bed, backs to each other

He was a bit tense, yet it took you no time at all to fall asleep

He eventually fell asleep as well, and to his surprise woke up with you snuggled against him

Maybe sharing a bed isn’t so bad after all

[pokemon-headcanons-and-imagines]

I'm not the anon who asked for having a crush on you prompt but can I request for the same with Hassel, Brassius and Larry please?

••{Hassel, Brassius and Larry having a crush on you}••

Sometimes he avoids you because of how flustered he gets around you

Makes sketches of you when he gets the chance

He keeps talking about you to Brassius

He wants to give you an Applin but honestly he can't decide if he wants you to understand it or not

I think there would be 2 scenarios of his confession (if you were to not figure it out yourself)

The first one is he one day just can't handle it and blurbs it out

Second one is Brassius gets tired of watching him struggle and just walks up to you and tells you about it

Pretty much no one was shocked it was pretty visible

I think he'd be pretty straight forward about it

Also takes it very calmly it you reject him

Definitely gives you and Applin of you're Galarian

He winds up making a few statues that make him think of you

Some of them might actually he of you but most of them are just things and abstractions that make him think of you

Very passionate when talking about his love for you

Incredibly happy to finally have a muse and someone who will listen to him talk about his art besides Hassel

He's very good at hiding it

Probably asks some people working at the Treasure Eatery for advice

When he asks you out it's something classic like taking you to a restaurant or giving you flowers

He has repeated his confession before a mirror several times

Buys you gifts from all the jobs he has

You might even witness the rare phenomenon of him smiling when near you

Sometimes you may even see him trying to get out of his comfort of all things average for you

[moonlight-phobia]

Headcanons for Hassel, Brassius, and Larry with touch starved gn s/o?

↭︎ Hassel ↭︎

- As the very emotional art teacher of the academy it’s not a surprise he’s quite affectionate towards his lover.

- Hassel understands the feeling of how it can be to not receive forms of affection with running away from his own family and taking over his own path instead of being guided by others.

- Though that doesn’t really stop him though from being a tad bit more on the touchy side. Be it for his dear love it starts out with gently little headpats.

- The second you even hold his hand or brush against him even if it’s a piece of clothing he’s full on sobbing. I mean this man doesn’t cry pretty - what could be a real mess. Tissues are a need.

- Very gentle forms of affection and it starts with flower crown making! He holds your hands in his own showing you how to entwine them together.

- First Anniversary Gift: a Applin!

- The art teacher took forever to find one that was very special. This Applin does have a sweet apple so if one day when or if it wants to evolve it’ll be there.

- As a busy man unfortunately time with you can be a bit short. Though he’s always shown his affection in different ways. Be it wrapping an arm around his dear lover’s waist or hooking your arms and hands together.

- He may be a bit way to forward at first along with the way he kisses- it’s heavy and deep with little sense of shyness.

“Know this for the rest of your life my dear Hypericum when we hold hands or when I kiss you it’s an action of my love for you. You alone. The past- oh my beaudiful..no need to worry for I will give you all the attention and love. Those who shye away can face me in a battle!”

↭︎ Brassius ↭︎

- Despite his sharp looks and well clothing that one might be afraid they’ll prick themselves on this isn’t true to who he really is.

- Another passionate artist but one that really specializes in the art of sculpturing

- The gym leader couldn’t help it the first time you brought up evening getting into a relationship, his hugs are rather strong and yet all the same warm.

- Seeing his new love get shocked though and almost on the verge of tears from the sudden show of affection he’s quite on the edge.

- “My sweet Rose what’s wrong? Oh- you want to keep hugging me. Heh. That’s fine with me..how about we sit down and I can show you how to spin clay tonight..”

- Brassius knows how it is to feel not recognized in the sea of people that exist so he’ll be your new dark knight.

- Taking care of the surrounding area of the gym and the garden is one of those. The surrounding Pokémon are very loving but his Sudowoodo also seems to have the same touch starved problem it took years before it even evolved from a Bonsly!

First Anniversary Gift: a Deerling!

- The gym leader knows this Pokémon looks quite sweet and adorable but it’s strong on its own or in a herd.

- Knows how to take time and won’t push you, his kisses mostly start with butterfly kisses only but a tad surprised when you’re the one to start the display of affection.

- Absolutely loves this though means you’re taking your own steps forward.

- Will take off his jacket and he’s done some research with his lover’s condition. If you ask why? He’s just going to say that he’s working with clay.

“Sweet Rose, shall we head to the gardens? Ah my change of clothes- it’s not much I know you’re used to seeing me in my work clothes but the sun is quite warm today. How about a picnic Arboliva and Lilligant already have a basket ready for us. So shall we hold hands..I don’t want you getting lost..”

↭︎ Larry ↭︎

- ANOTHER ONE!

- This man also has quite the problem when it comes to being touch starved but rather that he considers himself to be either to busy with little down time to be spending it with another person.

- Meeting him had to happen at Treasure Eatery or you were introduced too him by Hassel. Hassel knows to many people for his own good.

- Conversations and Food seem to be the surrounding light- but the second you even mention something about normal types seems to be his passion.

- Going on for hours over the kinds of Pokémon and how strong they really are even if they aren’t to popular amongst more elite trainers.

- Pinkie Finger holding. Holds your finger in his own and it’s a very brave step coming from him of all people.

- Encourages though for the both of you to take those steps forward and will get tickets for events. Dances but much more relaxed ones.

- Man looks like he could be a really good ballroom dancer very much by the book.

- “Yes um oh..well how about this we will hold each other’s shoulders. Your..outfit looks really nice” if you wear something with clouds on it means a lot too him since it matches his tie.

First Anniversary Gift: a Tandemaus!

- “I found these little ones and they remind me of us. So here- for you..I love you Gerbera. How about we go out and eat I’m sure we can find something new tonight”

- Going to a different restaurant is his way of showing how comfortable he is with you! So that’s a really good thing.

- Larry is a taller man but doesn’t matter if you’re taller or shorter then him. His kisses down the road are him bringing his lover closer holding at your ribs gently it’s where his hands are comfortable. Yes his hand and no gloves in sight.

- “I have a battle today would you like to join me and then we could get some curry after- yes a Galarian dish but it’s quite comforting? My boss..Mm today..I don’t really care. I’d rather take my time off with you consider it into my mental health I had to sign up for.”

The sweet flower of dreams blooms in the night when least expect its presence…

Hope you enjoyed this Anon! Least hope it’s what you were looking for (ﾒ﹏���).

[charcadett]

Can I get some good old domestic headcannons with either Larry or Brassius? Idk like their morning routines with their spouse. I bet Brassius’s bead head is hilarious

Yessssss, two of my favs. I had fun thinking about their morning routines. Larry’s mornings are normal (with little sprinkles of odd) and Brassius’ mornings technically aren’t even mornings half the time. I also think Brassius wakes up how moms wake up. You know, with a full body jolt and wide eyes.

Domestic Mornings With Larry & Brassius

Larry

- Mornings with Larry are, ultimately, uneventful. He sticks to his routine like a well-oiled machine, and it’s up to you whether you want to get up with him. While he cherishes the mornings that you spend with him, he recognizes it’s early and won’t begrudge you for sleeping in. He doesn’t use an alarm clock. He wakes up at the same time every day. It’s earlier than you’d expect. The first time he accidentally wakes you up getting out of bed, you look at the time, confused. It’s to make up for his insanely long showers and breakfast at his favorite diner.

- You can get him to stay in bed and cuddle for a little bit if you cook him breakfast. Larry will never pass up a chance to eat something you make. Having you up also helps to get him out of the shower faster. If you don’t want to cook, he’d be ecstatic to buy you breakfast. He enjoys the company. It helps him feel more energized for the workday.

- On the weekends, while he wakes up at the same time, he’ll lay in bed for hours on end waiting for you to wake up. If you talk in your sleep, he’ll respond to you like any other conversation. It’s the only time you can get him to do nothing, and you aren’t even awake for it. As soon as you open your eyes, he’s out of bed. He brings you a cup of coffee and asks if you want to get breakfast somewhere. He already has the menu pulled up on his phone for a place he wants to try and will lay next to you while you scroll through it.

- Fun facts: Larry’s morning breath is really bad. He doesn’t move when he sleeps, and sometimes, he sleeps with his eyes open. He’s scared you a few times. He won’t wake you up when he leaves the house. You’ll text him asking where he is, and he responds, “I went for a walk.” accompanied by a picture of a bird. Brings you back food if he goes out to get some; he has your order memorized.

Brassius

- Mornings with Brassius are interesting because he doesn’t sleep often. When he does, it’s always at ridiculous and erratic times. One night, he’ll go to bed at 8 AM, another Brassius is asleep by 10 PM. On top of that, he might sleep for two hours or twelve. It really depends on the night. To him, morning is the time you wake up, and breakfast is the first meal you eat that day. He can go days without sleeping sometimes. When he eventually rolls into bed, it’s in his clothes, covered in paint and clay.

- Because of this, Brassius doesn’t have a morning routine. On some mornings, when he’s got a particular sculpture he’s working on, he’s out of bed and in his studio in a flash. On other mornings, he’ll sit on the couch wrapped in a blanket with a cup of coffee. You’ve even caught him pacing back and forth and muttering to himself a few times. The one thing that stays the same, is that he always greets you with a kiss on the cheek. Brassius also tends to be a bit grumpy when he first wakes up, so he won’t say much.

- Where you fit into his schedule is up to you. He’s not talkative when he first wakes up, but he always appreciates your company. Sometimes, he’ll wake up mid-afternoon, so, likely, you’re already out of the house by then. Brassius will shoot you a quick text that he’s awake. It’s not really common that you wake up at the same time, but on the off chance that you do, the only difference is Brassius mutters a husky “good morning” and holds you for five minutes before heaving himself out of bed. He times it. If he stays any longer he’ll fall back asleep. Which would probably be good for him you try to tell him. It never works.

- Brassius doesn’t expect you to cook him breakfast. He knows his sleep schedule is abysmal, and he’s rather unpleasant in the mornings. However, if you choose to surprise him, he’ll light up. Breakfast for him is usually a slice of toast at best and a handful of the first thing he can grab at worst. (Nuts usually, but it’s been shredded cheese before) Even something as simple as scrambled eggs will be met with high praise.

- Fun facts: Like Larry, he won’t wake you up if he leaves. However, he will leave you a cute note written with dramatic, swooping calligraphy. His bedhead is bad. Really, really bad. If you laugh at him, he’ll scowl. Total blanket hog. You've woken up to the sound of him falling out of bed before.

[ourvanishingghosts]

I'm really loving your stuff, thank you for the food! Can we get a Brassius and Hassel who share a s/o? Whether it's fluff of nsfw I'll leave to you

Sure. I did SFW and if you would like me to do an NSFW version let me know.

Artsy Boyfriends

You are both their muse and they will make art of you in their own art style(s)

Brassius creates sculptures of you while Hassel paints and draws you

You and Brassius love to spend time with Hassel during his lunch break at the academy and at the Elite 4

You and Hassel try to see Brassius battle at his gym

Hassel does get emotional whenever you or Brassius visit him at the academy or when he is at the Elite 4

The students at the academy are curious about why you and Brassius visit Hassel a lot and you three try to explain your relationship to them that is appropriate

Jacq was the first professor to figure out that the three of you were together while Rika, Poppy, and Larry have known about your three since the start because Hassel is always talking about you or Brassius or both of you

It took about a year for the rest of the professors to figure out your relationship which is surprising because of how emotional Hassel is

Brassius ends up making a thorn whip for you and Hassel to match his

Hassel's whip looks like the spines of certain dragons

Your whip looks like your favorite Pokémon or Pokémon type

Both of them let you play with their hair

Hassel ends up proposing to you with a ring that has the pattern of the crystalization of your favorite Pokémon type

Hassel proposes to Brassius with a ring that has the pattern of the crystalization of grass type Pokémon

[ya-bug-boy]

Hiii it's my horny ass again

i have an idea of like an afab nonbinary reader and brassius having a picnic in a big forest and they come across a shiinotic and both get hypnotised but it's also a sex pollen sorta situation so they just end up getting so deep in trance and so horny they end up going at it in the grass

I just really like hypnosis :3

Brassius x AFAB NB Reader: Sex Pollen

Following League standards, Paldean gym leaders, Elite Four members, and league associates take a yearly two weeks paid vacation during the first two weeks of summer. There are other occasional days off throughout the year reserved for holidays and other meaningful occasions such as Naranja's graduation ceremonies.

You're Brassius' partner, nearing your first year anniversary with the artist. He's the most passionate man you've ever met and you love each other dearly.

You decide to travel in two regions this time! Brassius chooses the first region and you choose the second, going from Paldea to the Galar region first and then going to Kalos second.

The two of you tour Galar as tourists to a new country, you acting as the translator between languages to Brassius' relief. He often says he's so lucky that he's yours!

After an amazing tea time in Ballonea Town, you two walk to wander in the forest. A walking mushroom pokemon approaches both of you, charming and cute. It looks like the pokemon in the local forest are friendlier than most as it actively starts asking for a treat.

After feeding it, it seems satisfied but right before it leaves, it sneezes loudly and pollen spores drift into the air. His eyes go wide with shock as it quickly runs away from both of you but it's much too late.

The poor thing just wanted a treat but now you and Brassius were in a...complication.

Your bodies never felt this hot before, almost to the point of intoxication but neither of you are drunk. You're whiny and needy, your limbs losing strength whereas Brassius himself gets firm and aggressive, taking you away from the path so he can have his way with you...not that you're objecting to begin with.

You're begging for Brassius to touch you, his calloused hands meeting your soft skin and digging his nails, scratching it as he forcefully brings your body closer to his in an embrace and locking it with a messy kiss.

He sloppily ruts his hot cock against you, it's a good thing you chose to wear a skirt today or else you're sure he would have ripped your pants off.

Drunk off lust and pollen, he finds himself unable to stop himself. In between moments of his hips slamming against yours, he's babbling apologies before he sinks his teeth into your neck, marking you as his.

You're just so horny. So needy. So whiny and wet. You need him so bad, you tell him that. Once or twice simply isn't enough to sate both of your awakened hunger and desires.

So Brassius simply doesn't stop, doesn't relent, not giving a moment of mercy as he grabs your legs, pulls your hair, kisses your lips, bites your skin and fucks you raw.

When you two finally reach clarity, it's dark.

Brassius can't apologize enough as he carries your sluggish form back to town in a bridal carry. You kiss him on the cheek and tell him you loved every second of whatever happened between you two.

At some point, you discover that there's a special perfume made with that pollen... you discreetly buy it and present it to him when you get back to Paldea.

[pokenimagines]

SFW Prompt - Brassius - “This seems like something only couples would do. Wait…are we a couple? We are?! Why didn’t you tell me sooner?!” Can I get a drabble format? I also just think it'd be funny if Reader didn't realize that Brassius thought that they were dating and that Brassius also didn't know that Reader didn't know that he thought they were dating

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SFW Brassius: Are We Dating?

You let out a sigh, watching your cool breath puff out in the cold Paldea air. It was already late at night as you sat down on a bench, Brassius next to you. Both of you had a cup of hot chocolate as you curled up closer, enjoying the cold night air. It was finally winter time and you hated the cold, but it wasn't too bad with Brassius being a personal heater. You felt his arm wrap around your shoulders and brought you a bit closer so you could lean your head on his shoulder.

"You know...this seems like something only couples would do..." You trailed off with a soft smile on your face. You felt Brassius tense up under that and you looked up at him from your cuddling position. He was staring directly down at you with the most confused look plastered on his face.

"Wait...are we a couple?" You asked and the man nodded, "We are?! Why didn't you tell me sooner?!" You cried out, sitting up and Brassius looked absolutely amused.

"Well, I did give you an Applin almost a year ago and you accepted it, I thought it was a pretty obvious sign." he explained and you paused. The Pokeball on your hip shook happily at hearing its name being mentioned.

"You...I...what does an Applin have to do with a confession?" You asked in him all seriousness.

"It's a common way to confess in Galar." He admitted, and you could see his cheeks were now tinged a bit pinker than before, and it wasn't from the chill winter air.

"Babe...we live in Paldea...but thanks for letting me know. Now I can do this." You said, cupping his chin and giving him a quick peck on the lips. He smiled against your lips, placing a hand on the back of your head and bringing you in for another quick kiss.

"Glad we got it all cleared up then." He murmured against your mouth.

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[gogo-gogurtman]

Definitely not coping bc I have several papers due next week but

What if I made another Pokémon oc and she’s a director of a successful animation studio while also being the champion of her region.

Yes, she’s inspired by Studio Ghibli bc words cannot describe how much their films mean to me

Yes, she’s like 40 and I plan on shipping her with both Hassel and Brassius because Old Men

:D

[r0-boat]

Do you have any yandere Brassius? Just anything of him, I adore him

I think about yandere Brassius a lot

Yandere! Brassius headcanons

Cw: stalking, unhealthy obsession, yandere

Nsfw

Brassius is a delusional yandere, but he is not unaware. He knows what he is doing is wrong, but he thinks that he is the only one for you and he is the only one that can truly appreciate your beauty.

He watches from the top of buildings and mountains with a camera. He Rambles to himself about whatever you doing, taking a picture capturing that moment

Ready to worship everything you own? Anything you give him, he'll keep in good condition, having a shrine-no an entire art room dedicated to you. A desk with your " lost" things with pictures of you in frames. The walls decorated in unfinished sketches, drawings paintings of your face just for them to be scribbled out in what seems to be anger. With wooden statues carved to look like you in various poses, as different things, in different art styles covered with drapes.

He spends hours in the night studying the new photos he has taken of you, exploring every angle, every imperfect mark on your skin to recreate it in his new piece, only to take his anger out on it when he can't recreate your radiant Beauty. And when he does get some sleep, his dreams are plagued by your gentle hand touching his.

To you, however, Brassius doesn't seem any different. Just his usual, quarky, and eccentric Brassius self.

Maybe that's what makes him so much more dangerous. Because you could never see the red flags until it's too late, perhaps you should have noticed his eagerness to see and be around you all the time or his immediate cold shoulder when somebody would dare interrupt his time with you.

Brassius constantly internally fights on when he should make his home your permanent residence. He wants to take his relationship with you to the next level. He wants you to be utterly his. Show you his 'art' room and paint things with (and on)your body he has never done before. But observing you in the wild has been a fruitful experience, and he feels like he's not fully finished with capturing every last drop of your personality. His binder on you has not been fully completed yet.

Brassius is very patient, no matter how much he aches for you to be in his arms. He cannot risk his kidnapping plan failing, especially with his involvement in the Pokemon League and his reputation as an artist. He is careful and plans each thing meticulously. But once that iron threat of patience breaks, he quickly loses composure.

- Brass has a weird obsession with being your only artist. He wants to be the only one sculpting/drawing you or anything you tell him. He dreams about you being his nude model and brushing his hands to get a better feel of your body and, at the same time, taking short breaks by putting his lips on yours. His fingers caress each curve of your skin, dipping lower and lower.

- and I think someone else making artwork about you would be his breaking point. Desperate to gain back that control he once had, he would finally swiftly carry out his plan to kidnap you.

When he does finally have you, Brassius is bursting with excitement. He has prepared an entire room that you'll be living in. hopefully after you realize you love him he won't be needing the room. You slept so soundly on your bed. Brassius admits he has never seen you sleep before. he coos watching your chest rise and fall. he takes the opportunity to touch you. gently caress you touch you in ways he has never gone to, but not touch you enough to wake you up. he shall 'touch' you in that way at a later time. for right now there's too much work to be done. He must cover up any Footprints he has left when he took you from the outside world.

He has to say, Brassius, he's glad that he kidnapped you in the end; he cussed at himself for not doing this sooner. You are a feisty little muse and need to be punished often. Tying you down with his Bramble wrappings with a vibrator deep inside of you. Occasionally tightening those wrappings until the fake spikes dug into your skin. Maybe he could finally fulfill his dream and use you as his nude model.

He is excited to show you his art room dedicated to you. Show you finished paintings and sculptures he has created in your image.

He's even more excited to cover you in his marks. Blemish your skin with his teeth, only he could paint you in this way. Only he could paint your skin white with his cum. He'll treat your marks like a masterpiece.

He can't wait to tie you up and paint your beauty.

He showers you with affection every morning. As soon as you wake up, you're greeted with a home-cooked meal and a smiling Brassius at your bedside. Ready to cover you in this morning's kisses.

Now that he has you, he can't bare to part with you. he'll spend hours of his free time just worshiping your body, Whispering gentle praises, covering your arms or legs in kisses.

[bellafragolina]

Can I please have headcanons for Brassius, Larry and Clavell with a female, chubby, very very big chested SO?

They accidentally walk in on her changing, which results in a big revelation for them because they ever saw her only in baggy shirts and now for the first time with bare chest.

Thanks in advance ❤️

- Anon Germany

hello my darling! coming right up!

🍓🍓🍓

Brassius:

Brassius is an appreciator of beauty. He knows it when he sees it, and he loves all of it. And now is no different. Walking in to find you, perfect beautiful you, with your torso bare to him. . . It’s a sculpture he can never hope to recreate. The thought alone sends him to his knees in agony.

He laments never being able to truly capture your beauty as you stand there, clutching your clothes, unsure of what to do. You scramble to put a shirt on, but that just leads to him lamenting more and louder. You’re so beautiful! Your figure is perfect! You must let him gaze upon it! Please.

Brassius respects your choice if you say no. After he calms down, he realizes how much that must’ve been for you, and apologizes profusely. While he does want to sculpt you, paint you, he understands all of that was a lot and might’ve made you uncomfortable. But you are beautiful, so there’s no need to hide behind baggy clothes. If you like, he knows some nice boutiques, and his eye for fashion isn’t half bad. If you’re interested?

Larry:

At first, without hearing the door open, you don’t even realize Larry is there. He’s stood dead silent in the doorway, just watching you get undressed after a long day. He doesn’t mean to be creepy or anything, he just can’t help admiring the view. He’s never seen your full figure before, and he likes seeing just how beautiful you are beneath your baggy clothing

When you finally notice Larry standing there and scream or yell out your shock, you get quite a show. For the first time, Larry looks almost panicked. He darts out of the door, tripping over himself as he goes, and hides in the living room. He's mortified at how pervy and weird that was, and feels terrible for scaring you like that.

He apologies the moment you come out of the room. It's awkward, because he's trying to explain why he was just stood there staring, but everything he says sounds bad. He was admiring you, how pretty your figure is, but not in a perverted way! He's really sorry, but he hopes you know how gorgeous you are, baggy clothing or no.

Clavell:

Clavell, the poor thing, does not sneak up on you. He enters the room, sees you're half naked, and shouts so loud you nearly fall over. He's covering his eyes, stammering out apologies for walking in without knocking in his haste, struggling to get out of the room without being able to see. You take pity on him, guiding him out of the room, and he gets one last glance of your figure, your large chest

Clavell collapses into an armchair in the living room, reeling from what he just saw. He can't get the image of you out of his head. He's imagining ten million things, from outfits you could wear to things he could say to you as compliments. He tries to hash together more apologies alongside the compliments, wanting to be sincere but not crude! You're beautiful to him, in every way there is.

When you come out, he apologies again, hoping he didn't cause you too much distress. Though in reality he probably stressed himself out more than anything. He compliments you, and things continue, but you notice a change in him. He's taking you to boutiques, showing you beautiful dresses and shirts he says would accentuate your figure. He's willing to buy it all himself, if only you'll wear it? Even just for him? Please?

🍓🍓🍓

first request of the new batch eyo

~Renee

[crowborn666-writes]

Floating Away

Brassius x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Platonic/Romantic

Summary: Your Hoppip being blown away brings a brand new encounter into your life.

~~~~~~

“Oh no, Hoppip!”

The panicked squeal of your Pokémon being blown away in the wind had your feet running. You’d thought your grip was enough to keep your Pokémon from being blown away, but one heavy gust of wind was all it took.

You were headed to Artazon, planning to view the sculptures there with your Pokémon when Mother Nature decided otherwise.

At least the winds blew Hoppip towards the city, maybe someone would spot the blue ribbon you tied to your Pokémon and try to get your friend out of the wind.

“Hoppip hold on!” You shouted, darting through the crowd as you followed.

Brassius was outside, searching for a new inspiration when a bit of bustle reached his ears.

“Looks like another Hoppip got blown away in the wind.”

“What’s that blue ribbon on it?”

“Maybe a trainer’s Pokémon? Poor thing looks so scared…”

The grass gym leader followed their gaze, and sure enough, there was a lone Hoppip being blown away in the wind, a blue ribbon flailing behind it.

“Hoppip!”

The sound of someone’s shrill cry had him jumping into action, rushing off towards the windmill.

Brassius climbed it with ease, his vine-styled whip in hand. Once close enough, he shot it forward, ensnaring the Hoppip with ease before pulling it in.

“Don’t worry, friend. I’ve got you.”

“Hop…”

He held the Pokémon close, tucked in his arms tightly as he descended the windmill with practiced ease.

You nearly collapsed with relief at the sight of someone wrangling in your Hoppip to safety. You ran up to them, gasping for breath.

“Oh thank you!” You gasped, taking a moment to catch your breath. “We wanted to see the sights and sculptures of Artazon together, but then the wind took Hoppip away.”

“Of course.” He replied, “I’d certainly feel terrible if something happened to my Pokémon, so it’s no trouble at all that I help you out.”

You were quick to return you Hoppip to its Pokéball, not wanting another gust of wind to blow it away.

As if on cue, another gust nearly knocked you over, the helpful stranger quick to catch you as well.

“Careful!”

“Thank you… ah…”

“Brassius.” He smiled down at you, helping you steady yourself.

“Brassius.” You nodded, offering a warm smile in return to his. “Thank you again! My name’s (Y/n).”

“Well, (Y/n), you said you wanted to see Artazon’s sights? Well there’s no better tour guide than I.”

You were quick to follow as he began leading the way.

“Wait what about Hoppip?”

“Then we’ll simply have another tour when the weather is more pleasant!”

[writingrenna]

Brassius x GN!Reader

"A Wandering Mind"

The reader is VERY awkward and is afraid of Brassius rejecting their attempts at getting closer to him. Watch as they catastrophize basic interactions and almost reject themselves!

Reader is gender neutral and a HUGE softie for Brassius. Also, no language will hint at your appearance, the closest being the mention/hinting at that you're an adult.

No mention of what your Pokémon is/are, but you have at least one. Could be a whole team, though!

Tone/Ending: Slight Angst, Wholesome, Open-ended (Brassius is already fond of you, and you two finally talk as friends instead of just fellow fans of Pokémon and the art world. Reader has B A G G A G E relating to not fitting in with the norm/people finding them weird, and Brassius is slightly more vulnerable than usual. Can be seen as platonic or the start of romance)

Warnings: None other than a very socially awkward reader who seems to flip-flop on their confidence in themselves. Also, first fanfic in, like, YEARS, so this is more to warm myself up some #brassiushasmeinachokehold

Words: Somewhere around 6,000

-*-

You watch from afar as the man wildly paces in front of the Artazon Gym. You were thoroughly acquainted with the spiky-haired sculptor, having beaten his gym a while ago, but you still occasionally checked back in to view his latest pieces.

Truth be told, his art fascinated you. Sure, it was very... as he'd put it before, "avant-garde," but it really did tickle your brain in a way you couldn't quite put your finger on. You had always wondered what went through his mind whenever inspiration struck, but apparently, right now, it was a lot.

You took a deep breath before finally taking a few steps forward, wishing to calm the man down and lessen the burden of, well, whatever he was fighting himself on at the moment. You couldn't help but consider that maybe this was just a part of the process. But then again, he seemed truly stumped, even adding a stray hand gesture toward the sky from time to time as he vaguely mouthed something. Was he mumbling? Was he trying to sort something important out? Was he almost done with this "ritual" of sorts? Oh Gods, what if you ended up ruining his flow? You didn't want to be the reason he fell into another depression.

You try to turn back when suddenly, you hear your name called. Freezing in place, you turn back to see him. He was still in the same position he was when you started to make your leave, as if he'd stopped in his tracks, but his head was tilted towards you, an unmistakable smile plastered on his face. You even saw a bit of teeth in that grin.

"Oh! Afternoon, Brassius! I... uh, I'm sorry if I disturbed you, I was just checking back in on the local art scene... y'know..."

You make an awkward hand movement similar to jazz hands that doesn't actually convey anything discernable. Brassius, however, seems to fully understand, sitting up straight(er) and turning his entire body as he strode over to fully greet you.

"Ah, yes, another one of your art tours! I do look forward to these, I appreciate someone who wishes to fully feel the art they're consuming."

You made a small "ah-" noise, caught off guard by his casual confession. He looked forward to seeing you? Like, specifically you?? He didn't seem nervous at all saying it, so you decided to lock that thought away.

"Yeah! I do, um, like, doing that? Um-"

You looked towards the ground, realizing you were too distracted to properly take in and respond to what he said. You really analyzed every little thing this man did, didn't you?

"I-I'm sorry, sir. My mind has been all over the place today."

His smile faltered and fell for a split second. So fast, you didn't even notice as you looked back up at him. But a softer smile replaced his previous beam. He placed his right hand under his chin in deep thought, fidgeting with the whip on his side with the other, something he seemed to do a lot.

"Ah, do not apologize for a racing mind! It was not meant to be restrained. We're all searching for meaning in this big, mysterious world of ours, whether it is through discovery, creativity, or even simply sorting through feelings from within."

Your face felt a wave of warmth as you took in his words. You couldn't help but notice, again, that he seemed... softer? In his word choice there? You'd almost say he got that from Hassel, although you know this is something he personally deals with. Either way, you appreciated his comforting pearl of wisdom.

"Thanks, Brassius." you started, beaming back at him. "I'll be sure to keep that in mind."

-*-

You sat up the next morning, bleary-eyed and confused. 'What will today have to offer me?' You wondered to yourself as you stretched with a yawn, feeling your whole body shake a little from the unexpected intensity.

"Woah, Ok," you muttered to yourself, suddenly wide-eyed. You were certainly awake now.

After getting ready for the day, you decided to head out. But where? You were taking things slow during the Treasure Hunt. Something told you that letting the kids of the academy have their time in the spotlight would be nice. Plus, you really weren't sure what your treasure would even be. You hadn't really had a set dream even when applying for the academy the previous summer, and you still didn't have an idea of what to do once the fall semester started and you were already accepted.

But enough of those thoughts, this is a good chance to walk around, let your mind wander. Wherever your heart took you, you'd go, allowing it to take the lead.

-*-

"Ah." You said, looking up at the giant windmill of Artazon in the distance. Of course. 'At this point, it's probably just because it's so close by comparison.' You assume.

You walked forward, glancing around at your surroundings. You see a man ordering toppings at Deli Cioso, an older couple walking along the pathway in the upper part of town, and a little girl staring up at one of the Surrendering Sunflora statues at the entrance with her companion, a Shroomish, but other than that...

You sigh.

Wait, what were you expecting to see...? Ah well, better keep wandering.

As you walked around, you heard hushed whispers. You couldn't help but wonder if it's gossip. Brassius did seem rather preoccupied yesterday. Perhaps he's in the throughs of inspiration? Like, 'Stay up until 3am and wake up at 6 am' type of inspiration? The type that keeps you going no matter what nature or Dialga has to say about it? Yeah. You couldn't help but shake your head at the thought, although an amused smirk crept onto your face as you did so.

You jogged up the stairs again. Mindlessly wandering around Artazon certainly didn't give you career ideas, but it did work up an appetite. You started to make your way over to the Artisan Bakery, craving a jam and cream cheese sandwhich for you and your Pokémon. As you briskly sprinted across town, however, you heard a yelp. This caused you to flinch mid-stride as you stood on the stairs, head whipping around to see what you did wrong.

"Oh no, I'm sorry! L-lemme help you!"

You had awkwardly turned around several times at this point before spotting a man on a bench, who had been staring wide-eyed in your direction. It was him. Your panic was gradually replaced with confusion, however, as he seemed mortified by your presence, even though you didn't do anything... you think? You squinted and tilted your head at him.

"...Brassius?"

His eyes remained wide, breathing still catching up with him, but his posture loosened up quite a bit all at once. His eyelids drooped again as he seemed to gather the courage to speak up, although he dared not make eye contact.

"Ah, I... do apologize, I simply... well, in truth, I truly was not expecting to see you again so soon..."

His eyes were focused on the ground now, shyly looking away. It was then that you realized he was clutching a sketchbook close to his stomach. Oh?? That's certainly interesting, especially since he seemed... so...

Oh, Gods. Would he rather you not be here??

"Oh, I'm sorry! Really, I am! I didn't realize you- I mean, you seem to- I-I'll get out of your hair if-"

"No, no, you are fine, I was ju-"

Suddenly, he grimaced, clutching his stomach. You held your hands up to your ears, yelling in sheer panic, wondering if you had somehow caused this.

"OH! OH NO!! WHAT DID I DO?!? "

"No- nothing, nothing! I- I forgot to eat breakfast this morning," he groaned. "That is all. Do not fret over me. This happens a lot."

You suddenly calmed down, hands slowly lowering before floping down, awkwardly hanging by your sides after momentarily swinging.

"...oh..."

The two of you stared at each other for a good three seconds before you suddenly remembered: 'Oh, hey! I'm hungry, too!'

"Oh, hey! I'm hungry, too!" You said, suddenly beaming as if you didn't just condemn yourself to the 'he hates me and never wants to see me again' zone. Before he could respond, you started back on your journey to Artisan Bakery, but not before asking him to stay put.

"Oh yeah, don't move! I'll be back, I just gotta get some ingredients!"

"But-"

And just like that, you headed off.

-*-

You jogged back to the bench. To your (only mild) surprise, Brassius was still there, although he seemed to angrily mutter a bit to himself, teeth clenched, madly sketching something in his book, which was only cracked open. You wondered what secrets or plans he was guarding, but decided it wasn't your place to ask. Instead, you proudly whipped your backpack to your front, opening it as you walked towards him. He suddenly looked up, scowl upturned the instant he made eye contact.

"Ah! You have returned!"

He snapped his book shut as he said this, face looking oddly neutral, with an undercurrent of enthusiasm.

"Yep! Sorry about the wait. I got a LOT of stuff, cause uhhh, I realized I don't know what it is you... like, actually? So uhh, come with me! We can have a picnic!"

His mind seemed to suddenly go blank, staring at you with a peculiar expression you couldn't quite place. It was certainly a look you hadn't seen from him in quite a while, although you were only really sorta-friends.

"A... a what?? "

"A picnic! Y'know, a taste of that Paldean culture?" You made another weird hand gesture, continuing to make more as you explained your reasoning. "Spreading your stuff out, relaxing outdoors, letting your Pokémon roam free? That way, we can make whatever we like without worrying about getting in anyone's way!"

His face has barely wavered at this point, perhaps the corner of his mouth twitching a little as his gaze quickly darts away and back.

"Plus, you could use a break." You nodded as you said the next bit. "I can tell."

You stared right back at him, awaiting his answer. He seemed... bewildered by your sudden word-avalanche, eyes lightly darting around your face. You could almost see a light dusting of pink on his cheeks as he glanced between you, the ground, and the sketchbook in his lap. Suddenly, a guilty panic settled into your chest.

"Uh- only if you wanna come! Of course? It's really up to you, you know. I don't wanna disturb you or your work or anything."

The look in his eyes finally faded as he loosened the tension he didn't even feel in his limbs. He sighed, worrying you, until suddenly-

"Of course I would." He stands up with a small grunt. "Who am I to turn down such a kind and spontaneous offer?"

He smiles warmly at you, causing your stomach to flip.

"Hahhhhhhhhhhhh, Ok! Let's, um, go to... uhhhhhh..."

You had pressed your hands together as if praying, resting your chin on the tips of your middle and ring fingers as you not-so silently thought to yourself, although Brassius felt the need to butt-in.

"I know just the spot, my hierochloe."

-*-

Of course Brassius would know of a quiet little field to sit in. You had set up a simple picnic, no table, not wanting to take up too much of his time despite deeply enjoying his presence. He was sitting, eyes wandering around at the scenery and his Pokémon interacting with your own as you shuffled around on your knees. His eyes would occasionally come to a rest on you before briskly looking around at everything that caught his eye again. You had just laid the ingredients out in front of him, letting him take his pick. You had even splurged with your league points, getting stuff from Deli Cioso and Sure Cans, thus giving him more variety, although you wouldn't admit to doing that.

"Whatever you want, I'll make! No matter the combo!"

Brassius glanced up at you for a moment before looking back down. He decided to go for a cheese sandwhich, but with the kick of jalapeños, pointing to every ingredient without a word.

"Huh. Neat! Ok, I'll make it for ya, just gimme a sec, Ok?"

You were looking at him through an 'Ok' hand, one eye closed to make it easier. He seemed mildly amused by this, a light chuckle emanating from him, although he then proceeded to abruptly stop himself and turn away. You were slightly disappointed, but you went off to do your thing.

It had been about a minute or so of an oddly comfortable silence, but then-

"TA-DAAAAA!"

He turned his head, although his body stayed facing away. He looked at the sandwhich he was presented with, eyes widening with delight.

"Oh my, you! You have an eye for design!"

"Huh?"

You tilted your head back slightly as he took the sandwich, staring at it with glee.

"Yes, the way you arranged everything, this precise cut, the pick choice!"

He pointed at the green pick you skewered through one half of the sandwhich, specifically chosen for him, although again, you wouldn't admit to that.

"Yes, everything came together to form a beautifully cohesive work of culinary art. I even dare say, I feel almost guilty knowing I will have to devour it!"

You were smiling uncontrollably, but you didn't realize it. It just came so naturally, hearing him gush about the artistic vision you had while laying jalapeños on top of cheese and avocado. He sees the beauty in everything, it seems. You can't help but idly wonder how he views you...

-*-

It was nighttime in Artazon. The lights of the town illuminated the area in a way that really made you wish you came here after dark more often, or perhaps even stayed here for a bit? Either way, the idea of heading back to the academy seemed to quickly fade from your mind. You wandered around, enjoying the serene sounds of nature all around you, when suddenly-

"No, no, NO! This simply will not do!"

You turned. You can hear a commotion near the pool from here, which is where you caught a glimpse of the man that seems to plague your mind.

Curiosity struck, and you found yourself quietly approaching the situation. You paused when you were able to hear an exasperated sigh.

"This color. It does not even BEGIN to match the hue of their uniform..."

Hold up. Uniform?

"Nooooo... AHHHHHHH! "

He practically fell to his knees in anguish as he crouched next to the pool. He seemed to be in deep thought for a few seconds when suddenly, an idea struck.

"Oh, I know! I shall choose a color that captures a feeling instead! Yes, yes, I must write down how I feel..."

He shuffled over to his stuff, holding his sketchbook and scribbling down some notes while muttering to himself. You noted his voice seemed to waver at that last part. How he feels? About what? And why was a uniform so important to this piece?

You snuck closer, this time being unashamed in your interest, when suddenly-

"UHP-"

You didn't notice the incline leading to the pool was right there, too focused on seeing if he noticed you. You slipped down. It wasn't a terribly tall slope, but the top was probably around your height. Plus, falling on concrete? You lied there on the ground for a few moments, trying to figure out what went wrong when you hear your name called out.

"M-my goodness! That was quite a tumble, y-your form was simply dreadful! Are you feeling alright? Was your vision something more graceful?"

You rolled over onto your side, looking up at his worried face. He truly did look panicked.

"Yeah! Yeah, I-I'm fine..."

You stared up at him. His eyes somehow managed to widen even more as his frown softened. You let yourself roll back over onto your face, a small muffled laugh sounding out.

"Sorry for scaring you like that, sir. I was just wondering what you were up to, no crazy feats were attempted by me, no siree!"

"Oh..." He said, voice sounding oddly dejected, although you weren't able to see the face he made. "If you wished to get a look at my creative process, you really could have asked me. You know I love sharing the world of art with you."

That line made your stomach flutter. 'You're in too deep...' A small part of you said. But another part of you thought 'screw it! Let those Vivillon fly free!'

"Uh, actually, that'd be really nice." You abruptly said, finally rolling over again. So abrupt, actually, that you didn't even register what actually came out of your mouth until the silence kicked in. He was staring down at you, mouth turned up in a weird sorta half-smile and eyes showing a... fear?

You were mortified, lying on the ground, having taken an offer that may have been extended out of pity. There go those insecurities again...

"Well, actually, never mind, I kinda... um, I uh, I gotta..."

You quickly looked away, not wanting him to see your eyes well up with tears. The silence was getting to you. He was always oddly quiet around you. It seemed like he just went through the motions of your visits. So, in a panic, you got up and ran off down the path, ignoring his confused calls of your name.

-*-

It had been a few weeks since you last visited Artazon. You've heard through the grepavine that Brassius has been acting... stranger than normal. As much as you tried to avoid thinking about him, you couldn't help but wonder why. Was this a normal 'working on an intense project' strange or 'my personal life is imploding on me please send help' type of behavior? Truthfully, you kind of wanted to head over there and ask around to see if anyone knows why. After all, he is your sorta-friend. You wanna be there for him despite the pain of rejection. So, you got out of bed, gave yourself a... series of pep-talks, and headed out to Artazon.

-*-

One flight later, there was an immediately tense feeling in the air. It was hard to describe, but you could tell the vibes were off. Everyone was going about their days as normal, but something just felt... weird. You reluctantly made your way over to the Artazon Gym, where he seemed to be pacing yet again. This time, however, he didn't seem to be preoccupied with thoughts of art. Instead, he seemed contemplative, almost crestfallen as he half-heartedly walked up and down the front of the building. You freeze, not wanting to get any closer for some reason.

You hear him muttering angrily to himself, something you, again, noticed he does sometimes. But this time, it was more resentful than frustrated.

"...no, no, this... this will not do..." He said quietly. He made a frustrated grunting noise as he stomped once, fists clenched as he shook lightly.

"...this won't do at all..." He roughly lamented in a shakey sing-songy voice. Through gritted teeth, shaking his head while facing the ground, he roughly threw his arms down to his sides, his frame never ceasing to tremble.

His eyes... you were kind of afraid of what tale they'd tell right now. What has he gone through these past few... however long it took to get to this point? You looked around, wondering if anyone else was seeing his breakdown, but nobody seemed very bothered.

'Who the heck keeps gossiping if nobody's paying attention? Why didn't they get him help?' You thought to yourself before turning back towards him.

When you looked over, he was gone.

-*-

"BRAAAAASSIUUUUUS! HEY, BRASSIUS? WHERE ARE YOU!?"

You didn't want to resort to yelling, but he was nowhere to be found even 20 minutes later. He was... surprisingly nimble considering his fluctuating health, but then again, he made a grand entrance from atop a windmill every time he held a gym battle, so...

You walked through the gates of Sunflora Lawn yet again. Nope, nowhere in or around there either. What would compel him to just bolt like this? And where to?? There were three areas surrounding Artazon that had grassy terrain, although you weren't sure he'd go for any of them. This honestly reminded you of your gym test, if said gym test was to find a singular angry Bramblin instead of 10 Sunflora.

The breeze was light and warm, complimenting the beautiful sunshine that shone brightly, yet not too hot. It was such an amazing day out, yet frustration was all you could really feel. You debated just storming upstairs inside the gym building to see if he simply went home when you heard a small, shuddering wail.

You weren't sure what it was at first, stopping in your tracks at the noise. You stood there for a second, waiting to hear it again when someone jogged out of the Artazon Gym doors.

"Oh!" She paused at the sight of you before whispering something under her breath and changing her path to come to you. "Hey there!"

She seemed relieved to see you.

"Um, h-hi??"

You broadly waved as she jogged over to you. You could now recognize her as the lady that usually tended to the Sunflora Lawn. You thought it was weird that nobody was there.

"You! You have no idea how glad I am to see you!" She smiled, the largest grin you'd even seen (on someone that isn't Brassius) on her face. "Brassius, that poor guy, he could definitely use your reassurance right now.

You stared at her, wondering what she meant.

"Rea... surr...ance??"

You blinked twice. It was at this point that you heard another odd, strangled sob. Was it coming from behind the gym itself??

"You hear him? He's been inconsolable the past few days, saying 'his inspiration has left him'. I think it has to do with you, trainer."

You jump back in shock, hands up defensively.

"ME? WHAT DID I DO?? "

She waved her hands slightly, an indication that it isn't like that at all. You listen.

"Hey, no, don't panic! You yourself didn't do anything, it's just that... well, the man has grown attached to you."

Your eyes widen. She continues.

"When you didn't come back around for your usual art tours, he... well... he lost all motivation to work on his current project, and he doesn't know what to do next."

You immediately felt a rush of guilt course through you. You... caused this?

"I... I'm sorry!" You cried. "I didn't mean to hurt him! I-I thought he didn't want me around anymore! Nobody ever wants me around!"

At this point, tears were threatening to spill from your eyes. She looked on at you, feeling sorry for you.

"Aww..." She walks over to console you. "I doubt that's really the case. I can't help but feel the relaxed aura you emit whenever you come by. You have a very welcoming presence, you know!"

You looked up, wiping tears from your eyes.

"Y... huh??"

"Yeah," she responded in a soft tone. "He very much notices that too. That's why he likes going deeper into his works with you." She looks away. "Well, part of why."

"Huh?"

You were fully invested in the conversation now. She came closer.

"Do you mind if I lean in? I need to tell you something that's kind of a secret between him and the staff."

You panicked, wondering if something would happen to her if she told you.

"Oh! Uhhh, th-th-that's OK, ma'am! I don't need to, um, know his secrets or anything..."

You looked down at the ground, nervous due to rejecting her. You really did just want to make sure he was OK. She smiled.

"Ah, that's quite alright. It may be best if you simply talked to him, though. Want me to show you where he is?"

-*-

It was truly a sight to behold. The man was behind the gym, sitting high up on a tree branch as he held on tight to the trunk of it, bawling loudly as if he had lost a loved one. He didn't notice you, too consumed with misery to notice either of you. The Sunflora Lawn attendant leaned in slightly.

"Best of luck! You've got a nack for calming him down."

Wait, what?

You turned, but she was already gone.

The people of Artazon sure do know how to make a wild entrance... and breezy exit.

This was sort of a big ask. You had no idea how to calm someone down, much less someone as... eccentric as Brassius. But, seeing as though this was technically your fault (at least in your mind), you decided to walk over. You tried to catch a glimpse of his face, but it was squished into the tree, as if he thought applying more pressure to himself would ease the pain.

You winced slightly. You wondered if his calloused hands helped the situation at all.

"Ok, Brassius?"

A sob was hitched in his throat.

"T-take a deep breath! Everything will be OK!"

You really had no idea what to say. Most of your friends were online, and you weren't much for watching overly-serious entertainment outside of shows with lore and angst. That being said, you tried to be there for him, imagining what you'd like to be told in this situation.

"Um... OK! So uh, I don't know what it is you're looking for! Truth be told, I'm... also... lost right now. BUT, I think if we talk things out, it may help? Get your feelings out there? O-only if you want. And, um..."

You looked down.

"I'm... sorry. For avoiding you like that."

You continue to look down, closing your eyes, not really expecting a response. You, however, wanted to wait a bit, instead of running off like last time.

The silence was oddly calm. The sense of dread you expected to feel was more like a grey veil than a tumultuous mess. He had even stopped his moans and cries when he first noticed your presence, but you weren't sure if it were a good or bad thing. Still, though, you decided to let fate seal the deal. Whatever he wanted, you'd do.

It took a few- Ok, quite a few moments, but eventually, you heard the rustling of leaves and the sound of someone landing nearby. You then heard some quiet footsteps make their way toward you, a gentle hand now resting on your shoulder. His voice was less shaky, but quiet, almost breaking into sound when he first hesitantly spoke up.

"Come with me, then, young trainer."

-*-

You made your way into his art studio, silently walking behind the man. He hadn't said anything this entire walk. However, he seemed... determined? You were always bad with words, but something intense was about to be said, you could feel it.

He opened the double doors that lead inside, and what you saw... both surprised you and didn't surprise you at all at the same time.

The room was very bright, with plants crawling up and down the pillars and walls. There were even plants on the ceilings, a feat you may need to ask him about later (if you were still on speaking terms by the end of this conversation, that is).

The room was as organized as one could get it when it came to his greenery, but his art stuff was, well, not, to put it lightly. Paint, clay, rock, you name it, it was probably splattered or crushed somewhere. Papers and plans galore were scattered across the floor and hanging on any surface he could find. You even spotted shattered glass and sand on the ground near the sinks...?? The only clear spaces were the mezzanine platforms. Was this a repurposed warehouse?

You saw a few small rooms in the back, one being a small bathroom, one being storage of some kind, but the other you couldn't quite tell, although you can make out the fact that there are markings carved into all of them. The exit door in the back lead to an attached greenhouse. It was bright in there, natural light coming in droves, but all you could see were giant shadows of the plants looming within. 'Wow.' Was all you could muster while taking in the sight.

You didn't even realize you were staring in awe until you heard your name called, snapping you out of it.

"Please, come. Sit over here."

He had cleared off a dusty yet otherwise clean looking couch. You hadn't even noticed the small seating area near one of the front windows. The couch, the recliner, and the table all situated in such a way that someone could comfortably watch from the corner as Brassius worked on his masterpieces, and then chat with him face-to-face across the table during his breaks. You couldn't help but imagine Hassel sitting there with tea, partaking in light conversation as he watched his dear friend work during his down time from the academy and league duties.

You sat on the couch and nodded at him, who returned the gesture before making his way to the chair. Why you nodded, you're not sure. Maybe you're trying to reassure both yourself and him that everything would be alright?

He sighed as he sat down. You couldn't help but take in how long his legs are when he did.

He spoke in a very lowered voice, something you quickly took note of. You wished your mind would stop overanalyzing everything, maybe it was to compensate for how little you understand people?

"Well then. I suppose it is time we cleared the air." His voice was somewhat dark as he spoke, as opposed to the cordial yet animated tone he usually had. This frightened you, but you carried on.

"Y-yes, I suppose so..." You roughly jammed your pointer fingers together as you glanced to the side, not wanting to make eye contact as you spoke. When you looked up, however, you saw that he was looking rather intensely at you, although there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"Indeed." He started. He looked at you to gage your reaction, which seemed very apprehensive. As he expected, really.

"I am glad you returned, I really do miss your visits."

"Oh yeah? Heh, well I, um, s-sorry..." You hung your head again.

"Nonsense!" He leaned in slightly before catching himself, leaning back again and clearing his throat.

"Now, what sort of person would I be if I held everything against you?" A hint of his usual flair was back, although you could tell he was trying to reel it back in.

"But... you should??"

"Why?"

"Because I s-suck?"

A silence fell over the room.

"You..."

He wasn't sure how to respond to that, so he simply moved on with a huff.

"You agreed to my proposition that night, but then you ran off and ceased all visits to Artazon for over a month" he started, eyes closed tightly, gripping the armrests on his chair as if to channel his negative emotions. "Why?"

You... truly didn't know how to answer that.

"Well, I uh, had something to do."

"For 5 weeks?"

"Um- yes."

He knew you were lying, but he didn't push it. He has frequent, often longer projects, too, after all.

"Alright. Well, why don't we reschedule, then?"

"Erm-"

You didn't expect him to try and arrange something else.

"Sure?? I- I mean, we can certainly do that."

You grinned, although it looked strained. He stared at you for a few seconds. His mouth seemed to twitch slightly, as if suppressing a grin of his own, but he continued, letting it fade on its own.

"Avant-garde! We will certainly make time to schedule it after our little catch-up."

He looked at you from the bottoms of his eyes. You sunk into the couch a little.

"Yeah! Yeah, we, um-"

He decided to interrupt your odd ramble this time.

"You seem so unsure of yourself. Is there a reason why, dear trainer?"

Ok, now you really felt trapped. Your mind raced a thousand miles per second, yet it came up blank at the same time. What could you say as an answer here?

"I... don't know." You say truthfully, eyes wide and sitting up to stare at him.

He stares back, although he looked like he was thinking hard about what he was going to say next. He sat up some, leaning in before beginning.

"...you fascinate me to no end, you know that?" He said, eyes intense and boring right through you. "You are certainly one of the stranger trainers I have dealt with. It is quite... beautiful, watching you navigate the world. You surprise me every time you visit, doing things I would least expect, yet make sense in the context of you! I have always wanted to get to know you better."

Your face heated up again, although he simply continued.

"I actually had something I wanted to show you, but sadly, my artistic vision has... ceased being clear to me. I have not been able to work on it for a while as a result. Mind if I bring some ideas out? Perhaps I could learn more about you now."

You were shaking. You wanted to say yes, but you didn't want to seem too eager. So, you thought of a compromise.

"Y-yerm..."

There's a difference between an idea and actually executing it correctly.

His face contorted into one of sheer confusion.

"Yerm??"

"Sorry, I, uh, got nervous and didn't wanna say 'yeah' too hard, so uhhh..."

You trailed off. His gaze was transfixed on you.

"Uh-huh." He clapped the awkward tension away as he continued. "Let us commence, then! Sit tight, I shall bring my sketches and prototypes out."

He got up, placing his sketchbook on the table before going over to a table with some clay figurines. They were obvious works-in-progress, but they still looked very interesting. In fact, you'd gladly take them off his hands once he was done with them.

"I use these as prototypes before working on projects like this" He said with a smile. "I want to capture a certain feeling, but in a less spontaneous way. I was..."

He looks away, a far more obvious, yet still light blush gracing his cheeks.

"...I was inspired by you. I wished to capture your essence in a piece of art, but I... can't possibly emulate you in just one piece. I keep getting overwhelmed by all the ways you..."

He trails off when he sees your face. You seem slightly flustered, having sunken into the couch, staring with a very peculiar expression that screams 'OH MY GODS'. He doesn't continue his sentence, instead starting a new one.

"Oh heavens, I must apologize for overwhelming you, I know this is quite a lot all at once..."

He slowly lowers the tray, a dejected look on his face. You scramble to fix this.

"NONONOWAIT!" You wildly wave your hands around to reassure him, although you weren't sure what to actually say.

"I-I'm flattered, actually! I'd, um, be honored to, er, help... and inspire you... 're pro...ject??"

You grin and tilt your head, arms locked in a perpetual shrug. Brassius simply stares back at you.

The silence is dread-inducing, wondering how he'd respond, when...

He grins.

It's sort of ardent, in a way.

'Ardent-garde', you think, momentarily ruining the moment in your mind.

"Why, it is I who feels honored. Very rarely do I meet a soul as bewitching as yours to truly appreciate!"

You smile. For the first time in a while, your heart feels at peace. Is this that real-life connection you've been searching for? That, dare you say, treasure?

"W-well then!" You squawk. "Where do we begin, maestro?"

A/N

OK!! SO! Originally, this was just going to be a story about your presence calming Brassius' constantly tumultuous mind and him making art based on you. But after I started writing your expy as "The MOST Confusing Human in Paldea (TM)," I decided it'd apply to both you AND him! Pretty fun, huh? Like, you ground him and snap him back to reality even when he's in his zone, and he causes you to take a moment to breathe and be self-aware of your catastrophic thinking.

I had more I wanted to write here, but I can't think straight (I finished this after a W I L D trip, so I'm super duper drowsy). Just know this was more of a practice run because THIS MAN RIGHT HERE MADE ME WANNA WRITE AND POST FANFIC AGAIN. Have some food! It's more of an appetizer. I promise to get better, I'm just so used to writing my own characters so sorry if it's lackluster/OOC/everywhere. I have a bunch of Brassius stories planned (he will regain his usual batshit energy in those once he gets used to you being a permanent part of his life, although he will always have a soft spot for you), as well as a few Hassel, Clavell, and Larry, cause old/middle-aged men make me weak apparently. Next will be Hassel, so stay tuned! Hopefully I get in the flow more next time.

(ALSO I HAD TO EDIT THIS ON MY PHONE SO SORRY IF IT'S A FORMATTING MESS OK???)

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Flufftober 2023

Day 29: Sending favorite flowers [Reader x Brassius] {Pokemon ScVi}

Another school year had started up, which meant your dear sweet Brassius was bound to deal with a wave of new challengers. Some would likely be able to beat him, others wouldn't; either way, you were preparing flowers for his lamenting.

He was prone to mourn both victory and defeat, despite not being a teacher. Brassius was just the kind of guy who loved a good battle and got waves of creativity based on how well the battle went, not so much whether he won or lost.

Unfortunately, you couldn't give him the bouquet of sunflowers in person. Being a school teacher, you had class almost all day and that meant papers to grade. But the Alteria you'd trained back when you were a serious trainer was more than capable of delivering them for you.

Even if that meant avoiding the postal service yet again...

Hearing the all too familiar cry of an Alteria, Brassius opened the nearby window to his studio. While he usually wouldn't be in here while the school's Treasure Hunt was going on, there was a lack of challengers at the moment. Likely due to them heading elsewhere first.

But your fluffy bird Pokemon swooped in, setting a large bunch of sunflowers on an empty table before it perched on the back of Brassius' currently unused chair.

"Oh, are these from [Name]?"

He wasn't really speaking to anyone in particular, just out loud. Regardless, your Alteria let out a musical call, sorta trying to answer his question. But Brassius was a little preoccupied with the note tied around the stalks of the flowers.

He had a bad habit of talking to himself as he read the card out loud, "To: Brassius, From: [Name] with love, A few sunflowers to brighten up your studio, or wherever you decide to keep them.' Ah, that's sweet of them."

As Brassius looked around for a vase to keep the flowers in, he thought about what he might write to you in return. Debating the idea of sending you a small piece of artwork for your desk.