#Legends arceus volo x reader

[r0-boat]

hey :’) it’s my birthday today and i was wondering if you’d write a volo x reader piece, anything you want ofc, just for funsies. noooo pressure ofc and you can also just ignore this ask lol

Happy birthday it isn't much but I gave you a small gift.

Volo's Gift for your birthday

Sfw under cut for length

Volo had never known his family hell; he didn't even know his birth date. He just had a slight inkling or speculation of what month or maybe a week, so he never really had much thought on celebrating one day of birth. However, it did not at all change when you gave him a gift on the exact day he told you when you asked him. Before, Volo seemed unsure, but you still went out of your way to prepare not only a gift and something that it looked like you baked or handmade.

As your birthday drew closer, admittedly, Volo could not stop thinking about that day. His mind wanders of what he should get you in return.

He would tell himself that it was just to pay you back, but he knew in his heart it was a lie. The man who was fascinated and even a little obsessed with you was ashamed to admit that, knowing he hated you before, he knew everything about you.

Whatever pastry you baked for him looked too complicated to copy, but he could cook you at least a decent meal. Volo was clever, but he was not usual with crafting. He could make simple Pokeballs, but that was it, so he couldn't make you anything, even if he tried. So he did what he did best: scoured the lands and ancient ruins of the caves of Mount Coronet. A glimmer catches his eye, tracing his echoing steps to get a closer look at what he caught a glimpse of.

There coming loose out of the rock, it was rough yet smooth polished beautiful.

The perfect gift.

With his dragon-type partner, he broke stone free from the rocky wall easily, using a Dragon Claw attack to strike the rock with force and precision even when the wall came down after, which his trusty Garchomp protected him from.

He didn't think much of it at first, but when he held it up to the light outside the cave, his eyes lit up. That luxurious glimmer reminded him of your eyes and that elegant, almost transparent look, from how round and smooth it was and how small it fitted into the palm of his hand even as he clutched it in his fist.

It was just small enough to make a lovely pendant... now his reputation with his previous connections wasn't as strong as it once was, but he at least knew one person who could carve this into a beautiful necklace...

He could imagine it now, his lips kissing softly against your head, slowly and lovingly gliding the two ends of the rope around your neck, the stone, his gift now carved into a familiar teardrop to match his.

His heart beats into his chest hand covering his mouth to hide the blush creeping across his face as he toys with the smooth gem in his hand. Volo wonders if you would like his gift.

He truly hopes so.

[volos-togepi]

PLA boys taking care of you when you're sick

Adaman 

the moment you feel something coming on, he’s insistent that you rest

he’ll continuously be warming soup for you

oh how he worries

but he puts on a smile and takes care of you to the best of his ability

he asks Mai to take on some of his duties/tasks so he can be with you at all times, and she’s happy to do so

but not before a slight argument about it

the cuddling will be nonstop

and you bet his and your Pokémon will be joining in

he keeps you SO warm

the forehead kisses are constant

he’ll even read/share bedtime stories with you if you’re willing to listen

anything you need, he’s on it

and once you feel better, he’s resuming his leadership duties

but he’s not taking his focus away from you

he’s got you by his side

“And don’t think for a moment that I’m gonna stop pampering you because you’re better… because I’m not.”

Volo

Volo is very much a wanderer

but when you’re sick, he’s staying put

he hates to see you in such a dreadful state

and he can’t bear to leave you until you’re feeling better

while you nap, he’s out collecting herbs and medicinal leeks 

he’ll make your favorite soup

and he’ll hand feed it to you

he’s a deranged; touch starved lunatic, so you bet he’s holding you at all times

his Arcanine will be your pillow (and your heat source)

and Togekiss is your entertainment

while he’s searching for herbs and leeks, he’ll also be hunting for little trinkets for you

because his poor, sick s/o has to have something special

this man has an ABUNDANCE of stories to share with you

and he’ll share ALL OF THEM, even if you don’t ask

once you’re feeling better, he’ll pack up and head out

you WILL be getting a kiss on the cheek (or lips) before he departs

“I’ll be back soon, y/n. If you start feeling ill again, I’ve left the recipe for the soup I made on the table.”

Melli

you’re sick, and Melli does NOT like that

he distances himself from you

and not just because of how gross you sound

but he’s TERRIFIED of getting sick himself

he’ll speak to you through letters delivered by Pokémon

and they’re very sweet letters

but once Adaman finds out that he’s ‘too good’ to take care of you…

you can hear that scolding from across the Diamond Clan settlement 

Melli will slowly approach you

and he’s absolutely disgusted

you can 10000000% tell that smile is forced

but once he settles in

he’s trying his best to help you

he’s hesitant to cuddle with you

but he assumes there’s no other choice

and once he feels how hot you are, he holds you a little tighter

since he’s here, he may as well be close to you

he apologizes for being rude, something he would NEVER do for anyone else

and he’ll send Pokémon to Adaman to request recipes for soups

you’ll probably end up making them yourself, though, because Melli can’t cook at all

he’ll learn eventually

once you start feeling better, Melli does indeed get sick

because he’s always running from illness, his immune system is a bit weaker

but you’re there for him regardless

“Can I have some soup?”

[lucky-clover-gazette]

(for the request thing) sometimes i wonder how Volo would feel/react if someone (like arceus’s chosen 👀) took a blow for him from a wild Pokemon or another person. From his perspective, Volo doesn’t have anyone in Hisui that cares about his wellbeing, and the game alludes to him having a troubled and lonely past, and with him having planned on erasing all life in Hisui in pursuit of his desires, would he feel guilt if someone showed him a level of care that would make them sacrifice their safety for his, when he was ready to potentially sacrifice them for his own sake when it came to Arceus?

(also wanna say ive loved your fics on Ao3, so talented <3)

(also on ao3)

You really prefer not to die in front of other people.

The edges of your vision darken as you shove Volo aside, taking the full force of the Alpha Vespiqueen’s attack. You manage the subdue your attacker with a well-aimed sticky glob and ultra ball, but not before suffering an undoubtedly fatal blow.

The consummate merchant comes to you at once, leaning over your fallen body with an oddly indecipherable expression. Usually Volo is abundantly obvious with his feelings, whether he’s passionately rambling about ruins or earnestly praising your efforts as the hero of Hisui. But the man you see now, as your vision begins to blur, simply stares.

“Caught it,” you brag.

His grey eyes widen slightly. You haven’t shared this with him, but you’ve always found them rather beautiful.

“You shouldn’t have…”

“Saved you?” you ask with a dry chuckle. “That’s why I’m here, remember?”

Volo furrows his brow. Reaches out to touch you, then pulls his hand back.

“I sincerely apologize,” he tells you, bowing his head. “If you are to perish in these circumstances, you deserve to know—”

You die and can’t hear the rest.

And then you open your eyes.

You stand on your feet now, in the last place you felt safe before the Pokémon’s attack. Volo still kneels in the distance, seemingly unaware that your body has been replaced by a fallen satchel containing your entire supply of ultraballs, a fire stone, and exactly four medicinal leeks.

You frown. This is going to be awkward.

“Hey, buddy,” you say, coming up carefully behind him. Volo’s back goes rigid at the sound of your voice, his head turning around at once.

“You—you!!”

You rub the back of your neck, sheepish. “Surprise?”

“You died!” Volo exclaims with an accusatory finger-point. “I just saw—” His head swivels to the satchel on the ground, then he turns back to you. “How?”

You sigh and sit down beside him. “Chosen One perk. I die, Arceus says my work isn’t finished yet, I get another shot. It happened for the first time when I fought Lord Kleavor. I had no idea what I was doing, and it took like a dozen tries before I got good.”

Volo looks horrified. “You’ve died a dozen times?”

“Of course not!”

“Then why—”

“My death count’s definitely in the triple digits now. Lord Arcanine was ten times worse than Kleavor, because of all the fire and bullshit arena. At least Lady Liligant was a total pushover.”

“Did it not hurt?” demands Volo, his face growing noticeably pale.

“Oh, it totally hurt,” you admit. “But somebody’s got to deal with it, and I’m the only one around here who’s been made invulnerable by God.”

Volo looks as if he’s been slapped. You suppose that’s fair, considering the shock of witnessing your death and resurrection. But to you, this really is just another Tuesday.

“I know it’s disturbing,” you sigh, putting a hand on his shoulder. His muscles are tense. “That’s why I try my best to make sure people aren’t around to see it. Just easier that way, you know?”

Volo wears another unreadable expression.

“Sucks to lose a satchel, though,” you say, lightly. “Thanks for keeping an eye on it. Without witnesses, I usually lose some of my stuff. Never the plates, though, don’t worry.”

He still looks lost in his thoughts, which is no good. You don’t know how to explain that this happens all the time, for much less important reasons than protecting your favorite person on Hisui. The pain is a small price to pay for his safety, and you’d readily pay it again.

“I thought you died,” Volo eventually says. “Saving my life.”

You elbow him playfully. “I guess Arceus is looking out for you too.”

His expression darkens. “No.”

“No?”

He looks you dead in the eyes, with a different sort of intensity than you’ve come to expect from the eccentric wanderer. “Under an unjust god, endless life is endless pain. Do you truly wish that for yourself? For the world?”

Distantly, you wonder what exactly Volo had thought you deserved to know before your presumed demise. You have a feeling he’s not going to tell you now.

You offer him a hand. “Well, unless you’ve got a better god laying around somewhere, I think we’re stuck with what we’ve got.” And I like what I’ve got, you absolutely do not tell the merchant. I like that I’m here with you.

Volo still seems distracted, but he takes your hand anyway. “Right,” he mutters, and then smiles. “We live to fight another day.”

You rub your thumb against the side of his hand. “And maybe someday, we won’t have to fight. We’ll have everything we need.”

You can picture it, with him. You wonder, maybe foolishly, if he might feel the same way.

Supporting you is actually an investment in my own fortunes, Volo had told you once.

You would protect him regardless of your personal relationship, of course. Just as you protect the rest of this world. You want things to be better, for everyone, and intend to use your god-given powers to ensure that your dream becomes reality.

Volo nods, his sharp gaze fixed on your joined hands. A chill runs down your spine as he squeezes.

“Yes,” he agrees. “Someday.”

You smile softly.

“I think I can live with that.”

[bugb1t35]

First day of volotober done! The prompt is ancient so I decided to put them in some ruins!

Im probably gonna miss a few prompts but I wanna do all of them with y/ns so anyone can add themself in if they want!

Click for better quality!!

[yaoiri]

Volo x You/Reader Headcanons 🌟

—“✨ Volo brings board games from all around Hisui to you, because he knows that you like to stay inside most days since you get tired from work/school.

—“💫 You’re trusted to babysit his Togepi (or generally any baby Pokémon he’s taking care of) whenever she gets ill, sick, or generally unable to accompany him in his long travels in the many vast lands. Togepi likes you… most days. You’re always assuring him that she’ll be fine when he leaves her with you.

—“🌙 He always shows an undying interest into how you think and how you interact with your passions. Volo meets all kinds of people, but his curiosity is always boundless when it comes to you.

—“⛅️ You help Volo whenever he gets into his delusional megalomaniac state, redirecting his attention to other tasks and trying to avoid to feed into his psychosis. Whenever he recovers enough to be conscious in the present, he appreciates your efforts and tries to pay you back tenfold with affection.

—“✨ Because you’re around to support him, his obsession with Arceus isn’t as life-consuming as it once was. He still regularly goes to temples whenever he gets the chance to, and infodumps about his faith. But having someone around to ground him helps him appreciate the present, and you always remind him to smell the flowers.

—“💫 Both of you can become competitive very fast whenever it comes to Pokémon battles and passions. Nonetheless, you two are always at a stalemate because you know each other’s fighting style way too well.

—“🌙 Despite his friendly but cool demeanor, he’s absolutely terrified of scary movies and winces whenever there’s a gory scene. He shoves his face into your arm until the weird blood squelching sounds go away.

+ Trans Reader headcanons

—“⛅️ Whenever he brings you HRT, you can tell he has it based off of his giddy expression and the sound of bottles clinking in his backpack.

—“✨ He soothes you whenever you need to inject hormones into your arm/thigh, saying things like, “look at me, I’ll hold you hand and we’ll count to three,” and “it’ll be brief; it’s going to be okay.”

—“💫 You talk to Volo about some transphobes insulting your appearance for not being normal or not fitting the criteria of fitting your preferred gender, and he always validated your worries (and jokes about his Garchomp biting off their heads, but it’s getting to the point where you don’t know if he actually means it).

[gardenpatchbaby]

You hadn’t realized how close you had been standing to your Pokemon. It was a bad habit, really. You usually stood close enough to the battle that you could feel the heat of the flames and taste the earth that was kicked up around you. Normally in battle, these attacks weren’t aimed at you, so you could walk away relatively unscathed. Maybe it was bad luck. Maybe he meant to do it. You’d never find out.

“GIRATINA, STRIKE THEM DOWN!” There was a brief flash, and then nothing.

Volo laughed when he saw you fall. Even the Chosen of Arceus couldn’t stop him. The world would be remade. He walked forward proudly, expecting to give you some quip before taking the plates from your hands as you watched helplessly. Giratina watched from behind, savoring this moment. Arceus would pay a thousand times over for the past eons. The small mortal on the ground before him was the last obstacle, and they had fallen in one strike.

“Well, my favorite customer, time to admit defeat. Hand over the plates.” Volo smiled, stretching his hand out to accept. When you didn’t move, he simply rolled his eyes.

“Come now! No need to pout. Hand. Them. Over.”

Nothing. His tone turned icy.

“Get up.” 

Still nothing.

“Damn it! Why do you insist on making this difficult!” He reached for your arm, intending to drag you into a standing position. When he touched the skin, he jolted backwards. Why was it wet? He looked at his hand, wondering for a moment at the deep red now coating his palm. Oh. OH.

He fell to his knees, trying to assess how bad the damage was. He hadn’t meant for this to happen! Sure, sacrifices needed to be made to ensure his vision succeeded, but not this. Despite his hidden motivations, he had actually enjoyed spending time with you collecting the plates. It was truly a tragedy that Arceus had sent you to stop him, but in the back of his mind, he had planned to keep you. Maybe as a trophy. Maybe as a friend. He hadn’t decided.

Giratina had certainly done a number on you. Half of your hair had been singed, while the other half was damp and matted to your head. Blood dribbled out of your nose and mouth, and he was pretty sure he could feel shards of your ribs move when he tried to reposition you into a lying position.

He could feel Giratina’s presence behind him. A dark shadow, silently waiting, if growing a bit impatient. Volo could feel the annoyance. “What’s the holdup?” it seemed to say. He knew he should be celebrating right now. He knew he should be snatching the plates out of your bag and leaving you for the Galaxy Team to recover.

“They’re dead.” He whispered, “You killed them.”

The bastard god stood silently. The empty mountain air echoed Volo’s words back to him. Over and over, fainter each time. You killed them.

Shakily, he reached for your satchel. Even through the fabric, he could feel the plates inside, their dull divine energy stinging the tips of his fingers. He took a breath.

This was merely a minor setback. The world would soon be his to rule. He could make a thousand of you with Arceus’ power. Why was he so upset? 

Slowly, he opened the bag. He saw the plates sitting inside, arranged neatly between Pokeballs and assorted berries. It almost looked like a platter, designed just for him.

Then, there was a flash of white and red, and the bag was snatched from his hands.

[librarygarten]

(This was orginally posted on my main blog, @gardenpatchbaby)

You hadn’t realized how close you had been standing to your Pokemon. It was a bad habit, really. You usually stood close enough to the battle that you could feel the heat of the flames and taste the earth that was kicked up around you. Normally in battle, these attacks weren’t aimed at you, so you could walk away relatively unscathed. Maybe it was bad luck. Maybe he meant to do it. You’d never find out.

“GIRATINA, STRIKE THEM DOWN!” There was a brief flash, and then nothing.

Volo laughed when he saw you fall. Even the Chosen of Arceus couldn’t stop him. The world would be remade. He walked forward proudly, expecting to give you some quip before taking the plates from your hands as you watched helplessly. Giratina watched from behind, savoring this moment. Arceus would pay a thousand times over for the past eons. The small mortal on the ground before him was the last obstacle, and they had fallen in one strike.

“Well, my favorite customer, time to admit defeat. Hand over the plates.” Volo smiled, stretching his hand out to accept. When you didn’t move, he simply rolled his eyes.

“Come now! No need to pout. Hand. Them. Over.”

Nothing. His tone turned icy.

“Get up.” 

Still nothing.

“Damn it! Why do you insist on making this difficult!” He reached for your arm, intending to drag you into a standing position. When he touched the skin, he jolted backwards. Why was it wet? He looked at his hand, wondering for a moment at the deep red now coating his palm. Oh. OH.

He fell to his knees, trying to assess how bad the damage was. He hadn’t meant for this to happen! Sure, sacrifices needed to be made to ensure his vision succeeded, but not this. Despite his hidden motivations, he had actually enjoyed spending time with you collecting the plates. It was truly a tragedy that Arceus had sent you to stop him, but in the back of his mind, he had planned to keep you. Maybe as a trophy. Maybe as a friend. He hadn’t decided.

Giratina had certainly done a number on you. Half of your hair had been singed, while the other half was damp and matted to your head. Blood dribbled out of your nose and mouth, and he was pretty sure he could feel shards of your ribs move when he tried to reposition you into a lying position.

He could feel Giratina’s presence behind him. A dark shadow, silently waiting, if growing a bit impatient. Volo could feel the annoyance. “What’s the holdup?” it seemed to say. He knew he should be celebrating right now. He knew he should be snatching the plates out of your bag and leaving you for the Galaxy Team to recover.

“They’re dead.” He whispered, “You killed them.”

The bastard god stood silently. The empty mountain air echoed Volo’s words back to him. Over and over, fainter each time. You killed them.

Shakily, he reached for your satchel. Even through the fabric, he could feel the plates inside, their dull divine energy stinging the tips of his fingers. He took a breath.

This was merely a minor setback. The world would soon be his to rule. He could make a thousand of you with Arceus’ power. Why was he so upset? 

Slowly, he opened the bag. He saw the plates sitting inside, arranged neatly between Pokeballs and assorted berries. It almost looked like a platter, designed just for him.

Then, there was a flash of white and red, and the bag was snatched from his hands.

[justlwrites]

Some of my hcs for pokemon characters and their love language(Male)

Raihan :: Gifting

I feel like he has alot of money, so he'll probably like to spoil you with anything you want

Leon :: Quality Time

As a champion(Lets ignore the protagonist aka you beating him) he doesn't have much time to spend with his s/o, so any free time he has, he'll probably spend it all with you

Hop :: Words of Affirmation

For Hop, I feel like he's to focus on beating Leon and becoming the champion that sometimes he forgets all about you, so sometimes you overthink and starts to feel insecure, but of course best boy Hop here will always tell you that you are still one of his top priorities

Volo :: Physical Touch

I see him as a very flirty man. Yeah, thats the only reason

Arven :: Quality Time

Since when he was little, he never spend time with his parents, he'll probably wanna spend all his time with you so replace that emty slot in his heart where his parents shouldve been

Gladion :: Acts of Service

Tho his family is rich, he doesn't wanna be associated with his family at all, so he rarely gives you gifts. But I still think he'll like to do nice things for you, like maybe, playing with your pokemon if you're busy, taking care if you when you're not feeling well, etc

N :: Acts of Service

Idk, I really dont know why I think he has that LL but i just think it suits him

why tf did i make his

[omletteflipper]

Why?: Volo x Reader

After everything you've been through, you can't help but be kind to him. But why?

Spoilers for post-post-game.

You were hardly aware of the tall grass crunching under your feet as you hiked along the cliffside. You had searched every nook and cranny for the slightest hint of the man who betrayed you. Why were you looking for him? Why did you care? After hours of trekking and months of searching, you didn't have enough energy to ponder them.

You turned a jagged corner and ducked under an overhang when suddenly you saw it: a hole in the rock face that was just big enough for a large person to squeeze through. You impulsively stuck your head in the gap and let out a gasp.

The cave was decorated with various artifacts that you had never seen before. If that wasn't obvious enough, a yellow and white bedroll was spread across the floor. This had to be it.

"Hello."

You turned around and instinctively threw your arms over your face, cowering from a blow that didn't come. You slowly lowered your arms to see a frustratingly beautiful man staring down at you.

Time had not been kind to Volo. His hair was unkept and knotted, and his once-white tunic was streaked with dirt and grime. It was almost... pitiful.

As if reading your thoughts, he looked down and cringed at his own appearance. "The wilderness was- easier to traverse in my Ginko Guild uniform."

You were shocked by his lack of aggression, but more than that you were shocked by your own. It was by pure instinct that you sought out this man, this man who had tried everything to strike you down. Did time alone in the wilderness make you placid? Did it make him placid?

You searched your pockets and pulled out a haircomb made of finely carved Magikarp bone.

Volo's expression shifted as you offered it to him. He was always hard to read, but now that you know what he's capable of, his true emotions were even more unknown. "Why." he finally said.

You looked down at your feet, not knowing the answer to his question. To his thousand unspoken questions. Because you were my friend? Because I learned a lot from you?Because even though you tried to strike me down I somehow kind of respect you?

"Because your hair is messy."

Volo snatched the comb from your hand and gingerly attempted to run it through his once-beautiful hair, but the teeth quickly got stuck in a matted section.

"Let me help," you offered.

He tried in vain to break up the tangled blond mass before finally tossing the comb at you and sitting down on a rock with a huff.

You gently took his hair between your fingers, assessing the damage. It was clear that he had at least bathed during his exile, but river water could only do so much. It would take hours to detangle it all.

Volo fidgeted under the heat of your gaze and the touch of your hands. He looked like he wanted to speak, but the two of you were locked in an inescapable silence as you began slowly fixing his hair. He knew you wouldn't fall for his usual charms. You knew he wouldn't respond well to talk of redemption. You worked in silence until you gently draped a freshly detangled lock over Volo's shoulder.

"Thank you."

You both spoke the words at the exact same time. Volo turned to see you stifling a laugh with one hand loosely placed over your smile.

"You're welcome." You both quipped simultaneously.

Now Volo was laughing. Oh Almighty Sinnoh how you missed that laugh. It reminded you of your adventures together seeking out legendary pokemon. Before Spear Pillar. You sighed and looked at him wistfully. His round face and sharp chin, his half-lidded grey eyes that squinted a little when he smiled, his strong arms that you could finally appreciate through his threadbare tunic. In that moment you realized you were finally seeing the real Volo.

"Why?" Volo asked again, as soft as a song.

As you searched for the right words you suddenly felt the weight of your pack dig into your shoulders. You dropped it in front of you and held out the comb again.

"Because your hair could have been messy."

You reached into your pack and pulled out a set of fine clothes woven with threads of gold.

"Because your clothes could have been dirty."

You reached in again and pulled out a set of tinctures and bandages.

"Because you could have been hurt."

Again and again you pulled countless gifts from your pack. Sweet-smelling soaps, a collection of leather-bound novels, a set of hand-drawn illustrations of each of his Pokemon, warm woolen socks. Each gift with a sentiment. A worry. A prayer.

Volo gazed at you as you spilled your heart onto the rocks by his feet. The chosen vessel of his silent god was here, worrying for him. Seeking him out. Spending months of time and wages just to ensure his well-being. A few months ago he would have called you foolish. Before that, he would have shoved down his emotions and thought of you as a useful tool. But now? All of the feelings he desperately tried to ignore since the day you met came flooding back.

In an instant you were in his arms. You hadn't even registered that he stood up, yet here you were swallowed up by his mass. Your head pressed against his chest as he cradled your body with ease. You melted into each other's touch, breathing in the mountain air.

You gazed up at him, noticing the soft intensity in his eyes as he stared back. His arms shifted slightly, tightening his grip around you. Unkempt as he was, Volo was still beautiful.

"Why?" You asked.

You could feel Volo's chuckle vibrate through his body before trailing off into little hums. He removed one hand from your embrace and ran his fingers along the combed section of his golden hair. It was his turn to lay his heart bare to you.

With every chance encounter, Volo had grown to admire your love for Pokemon. With every legendary pokemon and plate you tracked down together he began to grow fond of your presence. The world was so unfair, and yet over the past months Volo found himself yearning for the company of its protector.

"Because... I love you."

Volo said it with certainty. No smirk on his face or humor in his expression. A few months ago he considered you proof that life was nothing but unfair to him. Now, you were proof that the world was kind.

You squeezed him even tighter and buried your face in his chest. It was only after catching the sound of Volo's racing heartbeat that you realized you never gave him an answer.

"I love you too."

Volo smiled his signature toothy grin and suddenly your feet were off the ground. The both of you laughed as he spun you around with adrenaline-filled joy.

The two of you collapsed onto the rock with you in his lap, enjoying each other's warmth. You reached to run your fingers through his hair when you remembered. You pulled the comb from your pocket and began untangling a second lock of hair. You could stare directly at his face now. You liked this smile much better than the smirk he used to wear. This one crinkled his eyes into a warm expression and rounded his cheeks. The more you stared, the more you noticed a pink blush creep across his face.

"May I kiss you?" You found yourself asking.

"Are you sure?" Volo's smile faltered. Another set of unspoken questions. Are you sure you want to trust me again? Are you sure I'm worthy? Are you sure you want to love me?

"Yes." You breathed.

Volo's lips crashed into yours with surprising intensity. His grip on your body tightened as he poured every ounce of passion he had ever had right into your lips. You let out a squeak of surprise as he leaned you further down until your head was parallel to the ground. His hand cushioned your head against the rock as you felt his whole torso pressing on your body.

Every moment you thought he'd break away he didn't. You were locked in your embrace as the sun began to set and the heavens began to unfurl. Finally, when you thought you'd fall asleep with your lips against his, Volo slowly pulled back and searched your expression. Was that too much?

"I- wasn't expecting that."

"I've waited a long time." Volo said simply.

You suddenly became aware that the gifts you bought were still scattered at your feet. "It's getting dark. May I stay the night and care for you?"

"It would be an honor."

[r0-boat]

I have a fever and feel terrible, do you have any headcanons of Volo being sweet to reader? 🥺

- Litwick anon

Your wish is my command!

Volo at his sweetest

We all know that Volo's love for you and hatred for you are the same. Especially after the incident, he seemed to forego a lot of his nice performative mask for something a little more snarky and devilish. To him, you are an idiot, but you are an idiot he can't help but love. His words can be sharper than an Overquil's spine, but he could never hurt you in the way he wanted to in the past. Where am I going with this? Dear sweet reader I'm about to tell you the way he reacts when he sees those tears fall from your face. When he realized that he had gone a little too far. That's snarky smile disappears, betraying a horrified look on his face. His sultry voice turning into a soft one as he bends to your eye level to wipe your tears from your face with his thumbs, murmuring apologies and calling you the sweetest words.

However, if it weren't him that made you cry, that softness that he used as comfort, you would turn into pure white-hot rage. As he stares down his newest victim like they are the scum of the Earth. If it weren't for you holding his sleeve, he would have killed that man.

Is it weird that Volo wants to be the only one to see your tears? When you're crying he tries to stress you and wipe them away and when someone comes looking for you, he either hides you or shoos them away. Is it strange that Volo finds it sort of cute that you could be so vulnerable with him than you trust him so much even considering 'the incident.'

Maybe you're not feeling sad perhaps you're sick? Volo is exceptional at medicine he had to be when he would go backpacking in the wilderness for days weeks on end. As much as Volo claims how annoying you are and how much he hates you, he does tend to get overprotective in your most vulnerable moments if you so much as move from your bed while you're sick, you won't hear the end of it, as he urges you to lay back down. Even though he is a stickler for your well-being, he would still ask for a kiss. Even If you deny him he would just laugh and smirk. "as if I care a sickness can't stop me."

He does not want you to say a single word the next morning when he ends up being sick.

When Volo is laying with you he just cannot be part of you. He has to have his body lying as close to you as possible with one hand wrapped around you or maybe both. With his face buried in your shoulder. Perhaps he was just too tired to be his usual snarky bastard self as all he had energy for was holding your body close to him and gentle kisses on your shoulder and neck.

And if he catches you nodding off in the soft grass, he can't help but have his heart swell. His cheeks go pink when he carefully stalks closer to you, the storm gray eyes Shining as he brushes your hair out of your face to get a better look at you. Captivated by how cute you look sleeping there underneath the warm sun, he wished he had that weird Contraption with him so he could take your picture and keep it forever.

[echantedtoon]

Possessive

Never underestimate the perseverance of a yandere blonde.

(This is inspired by @r0-boat's Bull Farm Au. (Warnings: Their blog does contain NSFW elements and some content done may not like. Just a heads up but this WILL STAY Sfw.) I did ask if they were alright with me writing something inspired by their au and they gave the go ahead. So here it is.

Pokemon- Nintendo 

Bull Farm Au- @r0-boat

This will be from the perspective of a female reader and with one of my favorite bull boys. Warnings for Volo being a bit yandere here. Enjoy.)

The smells of hay and faintly fruit from the fields behind you ready to be harvested any day now. The hot warm sun shown down on her back as she sighed and relaxed back in her small hiding spot in the tree. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, flowers in bloom, and most importantly you had the entire morning off. She didn't have any duties until tomorrow when she had to get a delivery for her boss. Until then there was nothing to worry about but to relax in the silence.

The peaceful, silent, still silence. Nothing but the wind rustling through the leaves where you sat.

BAM!!

The entire tree under you shook suddenly. On instinct your hands dug themselves into the bark of the tree not caring for any possible splinters. Blinking wildly you looked around. What the-?

BAM!!

A second force rocked the tree. Your hands slipped on the bark loosing grip. Your world tilted. And you were weightless. A squeal left your mouth as you just tumbled out from the tree. Arms waved out and eyes closing. But...you didn't hit the ground? No impact was made?? Instead you suddenly found yourself suddenly held up by something relatively soft. Your eyes popped open- Only for you to shriek seeing a smiling face inches away from yours.

"VOLO!! WHAT THE HELL?!"

A hand pushed against the widely smiling face of the male. Grey pupils small and smile wickedly wide as your hand smoothed his cheek as you pushed it away. Gaining some distance from his face you looked around you and noticed with a pale face that he was holding you in his arms.

"...Why the hell are you holding me like this?!"

A chuckle from him was your only warning before he pulled you closer against him. "Because you're mine and I decided I wanted you now."

You hissed still pushing against the blonde to no avail. "We've been over this!" You growled at him. "I had a long day and when I disappear for a little while it's because I don't want to be bothered by anyone especially a clingy, whiny bull-headed jerk!" Your struggling was in because he easily held you up effortlessly and nudged his horns into your forehead. "Wait...DID YOU SERIOUSLY JUST KNOCK ME OUT OF THE TREE BECAUSE YOU CAN'T LET ME HAVE TWO MINUTES TO MYSELF?!"

"Mine." He pressed you closer.

"Yes. I know but- EH!!" You reached out from his grip.

"Mine."

"Down!"

"Mine."

"One minute!"

"Mine!~"

"You are hopeless!" Throwing your arms up defeated, you allowed him to hold you with a frown. "Why did I even agree to pick you out of the entire farm again to pursue a relationship with?"

"Because I'm haaaaandsome.~"

"Oh you just love to stroke your own ego don't you?"

With a wicked grin he snorted amused. "Maybe but it doesn't matter now. Because you are m i n e.~ "

[lucky-clover-gazette]

Think Volo would find a shiny hunter cool? They would have multiple boxes full of them, from Abomasnow to Zoroark (A to Z)

Hello Ginkgo Guild, and Welcome to my Pastures

899 words | Volo & Player | Platonic and/or Romantic

“Wait just a moment, my friend!”

You pause as Volo makes his rapid approach. As always, the Ginkgo Guild merchant seems determined to engage you in conversation, regardless of time or place. You figure that his eagerness has everything to do with his interest in history and the space-time rift, which he’d just recently discussed with you and Ingo in the Coronet Highlands. That, or any of the countless other niche interests he lists off at any given opportunity.

Marie, keeper of the Jubilife Village pastures, regards him with bewilderment. “That man is your friend?” she asks, as Volo lugs his gigantic backpack across the footbridge.

You sigh. “That man is my… acquaintance.”

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“Wait just a moment, my friend!”

You pause as Volo makes his rapid approach. As always, the Ginkgo Guild merchant seems determined to engage you in conversation, regardless of time or place. You figure that his eagerness has everything to do with his interest in history and the space-time rift, which he’d just recently discussed with you and Ingo in the Coronet Highlands. That, or any of the countless other niche interests he lists off at any given opportunity.

Marie, keeper of the Jubilife Village pastures, regards him with bewilderment. “That man is your friend?” she asks, as Volo lugs his gigantic backpack across the footbridge.

You sigh. “That man is my… acquaintance.”

“Why, hello there!” Volo greets you both with a bright smile. “Beautiful day today, isn’t it?”

You look pointedly up at the grey sky. Volo does the same, and then frowns. “Ah, well.”

“Would you two mind watching the gate for a moment?” Marie asks, glancing in the direction of the Wallflower. “It’s about time for my lunch.”

“It would be my pleasure!” Volo proclaims.

You suppress an eyeroll at his enthusiasm. “That’s fine.”

Marie gives you both a grateful smile and then makes her leave.

“So!” Volo says, looking intently down at you. He claps his hands together. “You must tell me more about the creatures in these pastures!”

It’s not the question you’d expected. Volo has expressed interest in Noble Pokémon before, but never your own. Despite all of his compliments and praise, it’s hard for you to believe that he actually cares about anything but his own studies and the ways you can enrich them.

“Uh, sure,” you say, avoiding his gaze as you turn towards the fence. You awkwardly motion at the pokémon behind it. “What do you want to know?”

His eyes are wide and almost childish in their intrigue. “Well first off, I can’t help but notice the coloration! I’ve never seen a luxray in such a striking shade, nor a walrein!”

You blink at the shinies in the pasture. “You’re right,” you tell Volo. “They’re different. In my old life, people called them ‘shinies.’ There’s a really low chance of finding them in the wild, and a slightly higher chance during mass outbreaks.”

“Oh, I see!” he enthuses. “That must be why I’ve never encountered one myself.”

You shrug. “Maybe you have, but you just didn’t notice. Too busy searching ruins for inscriptions about the ancient hero, or digging up Celestica artifacts, or tracking down the Plates of Arceus.”

At that, Volo gives you an unfamiliar look. It’s thoughtful, as he often is, but lacking his typical humor and whimsy. Then he’s back to the old smile. “Very perceptive,” he praises, with that familiar finger-point. “No wonder you’ve found so many of these ‘shinies’ yourself!”

You know that you shouldn’t brag. But you’re proud of your shinies, dammit, and Volo is your… acquaintance.

“I’ve found all of them, actually,” you tell him, folding your elbows on the edge of the fence. “At least, all that I can currently encounter. Still waiting for clearance for the Alabaster Icelands.”

“That’s incredible! Why haven’t you mentioned it before?”

You rest your chin on your hands. “Nobody’s ever cared to listen.”

You expect another immediate enthusiastic response, but Volo is surprisingly quiet. You feel him stand beside you, leaning in much the same way despite his height.

“Thank you,” he eventually says. Surprised by the sentiment, you turn to look at his face… but it’s covered by a curtain of hair.

“For what?” you ask, feeling something strange and regrettable in your chest—something you’ve felt with increasing regularity in the presence of this bizarre, off-putting, and inexplicably charming man.

“For caring to listen.”

You feel your cheeks grow warm. You hadn’t meant to list his various interests in detail, but it was hard not to do so when he’d so readily and enthusiastically shared them. It’s not like you actually care, or anything.

Volo gasps, startling you out of your thoughts.

“What?” you shout, alarmed and prepared to take on whatever threat has disturbed him. But Volo doesn’t seem disturbed at all—he’s staring at one particular pokémon with what can only be described as veneration.

“A shiny togepi!” he exclaims, gripping the fence so hard his knuckles turn white. He whips his head to face you, so intensely that he almost loses his hat. “I must meet it!”

You can’t help but smile at the way this grown man fawns over a tiny pink spike egg. You would have to be heartless, to not find it at least somewhat endearing.

Not nearly as reluctant as you probably ought to be, you nod. “When Marie gets back, I’ll add it to my team so you can say hi.”

“Goodness!” Volo gasps, “I hope she returns posthaste, or else I might just jump this fence myself!”

To use a modern phrase, he’s lost in the sauce. You’ve seen him like this a few times before, most notably when you showed him the first plate you’d acquired. It’s… not unpleasant. You react a similar way yourself, whenever you encounter a coveted shiny pokémon.

“I’m sure she’ll be back soon,” you reassure your acquaintance, hoping that your own hair hides the soft expression on your face.

You’re not about to tell Volo this, but a part of you hopes that Marie takes her time.

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I couldn't sleep so have some clingy volo doodles :3 (click for better quality)

Feel free to draw your character next to him (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)/

[mayashesfly]

Imagine a Volo X Reader scenario where the Reader replaces the MC and throughout the story, especially when they're collecting artifacts and the plates, Volo and the Reader gets closer together.

But instead of the Reader defeating Volo like what the MC, the True Chosen One, would've done… The Reader dies to Giratina.

The Reader died to Giratina.

Because no mortal, chosen or not, would've been able to defeat Giratina's two forms.

Their pokemon and others were able to defeat Giratina in their stead.

But they were gone.

Forever, they were gone.

Volo had lost them to his anger and grief.

And now he will grief even more.

What's worse is if he becomes immortal. Because now he must carry their death on his shoulders for eternity.

[volos-togepi]

Intentions - Volo x reader

“heyyyy i loved ur last fic!! do you think you’d be willing to write another? i thought this sounded like a fun idea: a volo x reader fic where the reader is just as secretly unhinged and resentful as him and have the same goal. they think they’re manipulating each other into what they want, but then they realize that they’re both after the same thing and escalate their friendship into something more? 🤭 thanksss <3” - anon

i FINALLY got this one finished!!! it only took me a month and a half :')

i hope you enjoy! <3 (also thank youuuuuu!!!!! <333)

y/n - your name 2k+ words (2,076) friends ⟶ lovers

Plates.

Plates are what you’re after.

You’ve been searching and searching, seeking them out to meet with a higher being: Arceus. You’ve devoted so much of your time and efforts into studying the Almighty Sinnoh. Laying low is so hard to do. But, despite how much you want to express your true feelings toward this land you call ‘home’, it’s better you didn’t.

You’ve been watching Volo and the new recruit from afar; watching them both gather the plates you’ve been longing to find. You sigh in frustration. 

They were supposed to be yours.

Once you return to the village, you run into Volo. It seems he’s stocking up on wares to ‘sell’. You already knew he had the lowest numbers in the Ginkgo Guild. It’s not that hard to overhear, especially where you like to sit on Kamado’s balcony to do your work. 

“Seems like someone’s heading back out.”

He turns to you with a rather shocked expression. “Y/n! You startled me.” Quickly gathering himself, he calms down and and smiles. “How did you know I’m heading back out?”

“Well,” you begin, tilting your head. “firstly, you’re stocking up on more wares. Perhaps to sell, or… to use for yourself.” 

You see his cheeks flush slightly. “How do yo—”

“Second, your trousers are already splattered with fresh mud, most likely from the Mirelands. Nowhere else has dirt so… red.” You pause. “What were you going to say? I’m sorry for interrupting.”

He purses his lips. You can tell he’s trying to read you. “Nothing… we’ll pretend it didn’t come up.”

“Mhmm…” 

Silence takes over. It’s not like either of you to stay this way for very long, as you both like to carry on lengthy conversations on the interesting facts of the region. Volo finishes stocking his bag and throws it back on, grunting as the weight of it almost pulls him to the ground. “Well, I’m off to… sell.”

“Before you go—”

His eyes widen, eager to hear what you have to say. Any information to him is important, and you know that oh so well.

“Would you mind telling me why you were the one chosen to help the new Survey Corps recruit over me?” 

He’s taken aback by your question, almost offended that you had asked. “You know how well versed I am in these studies, y/n. You wouldn’t understa—”

“I wouldn’t understand?” Your eyes grow angry. “Do you know how long I’ve been studying each and every ruin and artifact I’ve found in the Hisui region? How much time and effort I’ve put in to piecing together this stupid binder for Cyllene, just so I can spend more time out in the open air? I wouldn’t understand?”

“I didn’t mean to—”

“What I don’t understand is why they let an outsider take the lead on this one.”

You’ve offended him.

Oh, how you’ve offended him.

“Excuse me?!” he shouts. 

You glare at him, lowering your voice. “You heard me, Volo.”

—————

It’s been a few weeks since your argument. Volo’s been trying to apologize since the day after is happened, but you don’t want to hear it. 

“Y/n, please! Do you think I want to help Akari on my own?”

“Who?”

“The new recruit…”

You shrug.  “I never bothered to learn her name.”

Volo lets out a hearty laugh. You’ve never seen him so genuine; so true, even in your past conversations. “That was good.” he responds. “I wish I could say the same.”

You both joke around for a while. It’s nice to have a friend back on your side. 

“Hey…” You break the silence, a more serious tone taking over. “What if I… help you? You know, with finding plates?”

A coy smile spreads across Volo’s face. “I love that idea.”

—————

“For safe keeping. You both travel quite a bit, and I would hate for either of you to lose them.”

Weeks have passed. You’d convinced Volo and ‘whatever their name is’ to let you keep the plates in your possession. Volo was a bit apprehensive at first, but the girl seemed to trust you. “I think it’s a good idea, Volo. Y/n does have a point: we do travel a lot.”

“Fine.”

More days pass. You have all but one. You cannot believe how easy it was to just… take them. You smile as you sit on the bank side of Lake verity, taking in the fresh air around you. You feel a hand touch your shoulder. Startled, you look up to see Volo.

“What are you doing here, y/n?” He sits down next to you, setting his bag to the side.

You shrug. “I needed some air, and Lake Verity is so pretty this time of year.”

He nodded in agreement. “And the plates? Are they safe?”

“Of course! Do you think I’d let them out of my sight?”

He smiles, looking to the water glistening in the sunlight. “Good.”

You sigh. “Hey, this may sound strange, but…” You take a deep breath. “Do you ever feel that… the girl is… getting in the way.”

His eyes light up, and even though he’s not looking at you, you can tell he’s interested in what you have to say. 

“I mean, she wouldn’t even know where to look if it weren’t for you. And, if I’m being honest, you know more about these plates than she does.”

“She’s gotta get home somehow.”

You shrug. “All I’m saying is that you deserve this more than her. We deserve this more than her.”

You watch as Volo’s lips curl into this small, almost unnoticeable smile. “You know,” he says, looking out at the water, “I was wondering when you’d come around.” He turns to you, the smile on his face growing bigger. “I mean, it was only a matter of time.”

“I’m not quite sure what you’re getting at.” you reply. “I was only trying to ma— wait… you’re not doing this for the sake of helping are you?”

He laughs.

Oh how he laughs.

It’s a beautiful sound; a melody. Tears start to roll down his cheeks from the laughter. “Oh, y/n!” he chokes out. “I never have been!”

You start to giggle. 

“I was only trying to get you on my side.” he continues. “I figured it would be—”

“Volo,” You interrupt. “Why do you think I asked to keep the plates?”

He stares at you, unsure of what to say. His eyes are wide, and he seems surprised that you, you, would be trying to sabotage not only the girl, but the entire Survey Corp? “Y/n…” His voice is soft; hushed. “I never thought that you—”

“That I’d want to turn my back on the people of Jubilife? Because I’m not.”

He’s silent.

“I’ve always had this intention. It just took me years of acquiring the knowledge and the connections to feel comfortable enough to go for it…” You pause, watching a Magikarp leap out of the water. “Besides… the girl makes it easier.”

Volo gently slides his hand over yours. You don’t think anything of it. 

You’re friends.

“Meet me in the Highlands tonight.” he says. “There’s something I need to say.”

—————

The Coronet Highlands were so pretty at night. You lay on your back in the patch of flowers at Fabled Spring, looking at the billions of stars just above you in the sky. Volo arrives not too long after you, setting his bag against one of the trees. For once, he’s not in his uniform, wearing a dark green kimono and matching trousers. “I thought I’d dress little casual this evening.” He sits down next to you, pulling something out of his pocket to hand to you. “I thought you may like this.”

You sit up and carefully take what he’s holding. “A comet shard!” you squeak. “How did you—”

“I found it in the Mirelands; the day you caught me with mud-stained pants.” He bit his lip, looking to the ground. “The day of our little spat.” 

You’re silent.

“I’d been wanting to give it to you for so long, and…” He looks at you, eyes filled with starlight. “I just didn’t know how.”

“Volo, I…” You exhale. “Thank you.”

He shakes his head. “No need to thank me, y/n.”

You both lay there for a while, listening to the nature around you. It’s so peaceful; serene, the fireflies lighting up the spring.

“I wish every night were like this.” 

Volo squeezes your hand a little tighter. You watch as his lips curl into the smallest, yet sweetest smile. It makes your heart flutter. 

Had you always felt these things?

“Feeling content with sharing the experience of a serene, summer night.” he continues. “It’s easy with you.”

“I agree.” you reply in an almost whisper. “It’s… it’s nice.”

You can feel his eyes on you, even when you’re focused on the stars above. “So what did you want to talk about?” you ask, trying to break whatever tension you were both feeling.

“Never mind that.” 

You look to him once more. “Volo, I—”

“I just want to share this moment with you.”

He rolls over on his side to face you, his hand caressing your cheek. “Do you know just how pretty you are?”

Your abdomen feels like it’s going to explode. You can’t help but to blush as Volo says these things to you. You hope he doesn’t notice, but…

“Do you like it when I say these things?” He scoots closer, his chest barely touching your arm. “Hmm?”

You look at him, and it’s hard to keep yourself contained.

“I did, actually, want to talk with you about something tonight.” he whispers. “If you’ll allow me to.”

You nod. He takes a deep breath, his hand still placed on your cheek. “Y/n, I— if we’re to use the plates for ourselves, and forge this new world, would you… would you mind if we did it together?” He gulps. “Because I don’t want to do this without you.”

“Volo…”

He pulls you in close. 

So, so close.

“I can’t do this without you, y/n.”

You wrap your arms around him tightly, tangling your limbs together in the patch of flowers you lie on. Volo nuzzles his face into your neck. His breath is warm against your skin, his fingers tracing the seams of your Survey Corps uniform. You feel your breath hitch. Volo feels it too, looking up at you when he does. “Are you alright?”

You nod quickly. Maybe too quickly. 

“Y/n, promise you’re not lying to me.”

“I promise.” you breathe. 

His fingers continue to trace your uniform, every seam; every outline; every wrinkle in the fabric. “Y/n?” 

“Hmm?” You watch as his fingers slowly trace their way up to your neckline. 

“You do know I meant it when I said you were pretty, right?” His tone has completely shifted. He smirks lightly as he looks at you, lust in his eyes. “Because you are.” Untangling himself from your grasp, he sits up, pulling you up with him. “My pretty y/n.”

You were feeling those things again.

And he knows it.

He leans in as close as he can, noses almost touching. “Promise you won’t leave me behind.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

He grabs your waist tightly and presses his lips to yours, pulling you into his lap as he does. He’s so passionate, yet so soft; his lips warm against yours in the cool, summer night. He pulls away to look at you, his eyes meeting your gaze as your lips part. You both smile at one another, and Volo is quick to kiss you once more.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long.” he says, holding your hands in his.

“Then why didn't you?”

“Because I needed to know where your intentions were.”

You giggle softly at his remark. “Obviously, I made the right choice.”

“That you did.” He pushes a stand of hair out of your face. “Not completely off topic, but how many plates do we have so far?”

“Seventeen.” you respond. “Why?”

He starts to get up, you sliding off his lap into the flowers. Volo extends his hand to you to help you up, not letting go once you’re standing. He looks to the mountain just up above, and a mischievous grin quickly forms on his face. He turns back to you, squeezing your hand tightly.

“Let’s go.”

[xxmaxwellxx]

Can someone help me find a Pokemon fic? It was more like headcannons but it was where pla meets their descendants. Mainly volo, Cynthia, Cyrus and cyllene. I thought it was by onestepbackwards but I can’t find it on their account. But it mentions cyllene being disappointed with Cyrus and I think volo was jealous of Cynthia? Or maybe he just didn’t like her. I’m pretty sure I’m over looking it somehow so any help is appreciated!