#Volo Fic

[volos-togepi]

Plates - Volo x reader

“oh yay! i saw ur post about requests!! i was wondering if you could write a one-shot with a volo x reader enemies to friends to lovers arc? like they’re both looking for the plates and artifacts and stuff and keep encountering each other, but they hate each other at first. then over time they grow to tolerate and like each other, but by the end they’re like “woah, we’ve liked each other the whole time!” sorry if that doesn’t make sense lol thanks!!!” - anon

hi hi!! sorry for taking so long! work is KILLING me, and i’ve somehow managed to pull a muscle in my dominant hand (so i’m trying my best to only use the other :’)  )

i so enjoyed writing this!! i haven’t written for Volo in a while, and i definitely needed a change from my usual stuff! thank you so much for send in this request, and i hope you enjoy <3

y/n - your name 2,000+ words (2,381) enemies ➛ friends ➛ lovers you are NOT the player

You roll your eyes at the sight of him.

Him.

The tall, blonde man currently watching over the Ginkgo Guild Cart.

A very audible groan escapes you as you drag yourself to buy wares. “Why does it have to be you today?”

You were not friends. You were the furthest thing from friends. Just thinking of him made you want to crawl out of your own skin. And it was safe to say…

He felt the same.

“Well,” He side eyes you, looking you up and down with annoyance. “Tuli’s out sick, and Ginter is checking in on the other Ginkgo Guild members’ numbers.” He sighs, focusing his gaze on something other than you. “Why does it have to be you today?”

“Just give me some damn Doppel Bonnets.”

Volo groans, almost screaming. He reaches to the back of the cart and grabs the green fungus. “A please would be nice.” He hands you a few, not even asking how many you need. “That’s gonna run you ₽2,500.”

“You only handed me 4…”

“Yeah. The extra ₽580 is because I hate you.”

You hand him the money and take the Doppel Bonnets from his grasp. “Fine. But I’m taking this, too.” You grab a Pinup Berry from one of the boxes just out of Volo’s reach and start to walk away.

“Fine!” He lays back in the cart and sighs loudly. “Ginter’s going to kill me…”

—————

You’re in the Colbalt Coastlands, once again accompanying the Survey Corps and their new recruit on a mission. Professor Laventon has you updating all of his notes and Pokédex entries as the new recruit finds more information. Your hand is cramping from all the writing, and you’d much rather be in Cyllene’s office… doing anything else. You stand up and stretch, your body sore from sitting for hours. Peeking your head out, you see Laventon and another member of the Survey Corps chatting about the incidents at Firepit Island. Not that you’re interested, but… it’s not writing.

“Would it be alright if I took a break, Professor?”

Laventon turns to you. “Y/n! You’re still here? I thought you’d be exploring the coastlands as well.”

You step out. The breeze coming in from the ocean feels nice against your skin. Taking a deep breath of fresh air, you smile.

“You should go adventure for yourself, y/n. We’ll be here when you return.”

“Thank you, Professor.”

And with that, you were off.

After some time, you find yourself relaxing on the shore of Ginkgo Landing. The Spheals are rolling around in the sand gleefully, inviting you to join in on their fun. You smile as one rolls next to you and snuggles into your arm.

You’d been looking for plates for the majority of your day. You didn’t know exactly what they were for, but you oh so desperately wanted to learn their purpose. The new recruit had gone on and on about finding them in space-time distortions or with specific pokémon. But you still had yet to find any.

You happen to glance to the side, only to see a Togepi barreling at you at full speed. It’s happy to see you. And then you realize…

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

You look up to see Volo. Your smile quickly fades as he sits next to you in the sand, Togepi sitting in your lap with the biggest smile.

“You’re actually not doing work for once? Wow…”

“What are you doing here?” you grumble.

He exhales loudly. “I’m actually waiting on a shipment for Ginter. You know, this place is for the namesake of the guild. Ginkgo Landing?”

You don’t respond.

“I mean, you’ve got to be doing some type of work.” he continues. “This is the sixth time I’ve run into you this week. And though I’m not the happiest to be seeing you right now, I have to ask… what’s up with all of these random encounters?”

You shrug. “I can’t help that we both like exploring and studying ruins and ancient artifacts. Do you think I deliberately run into you while looking for plates?”

“Wait…” Volo interrupts. “You’re also looking for plates?”

You cock your head. “You mean… you are as well?”

He nods slowly, as if it’s obvious he’s been tasked with helping the new recruit. “Yeah? What do you think I’ve been doing for the past few months?”

“Other than being an absolute eyesore to society, I wasn’t really sure until now.”

“You know, y/n,” Volo pauses, looking at your features. “I like you. I hate to admit it, but… I do.  You are rather witty.” He looks out to the open water. “What would you say to combining our efforts to find said plates?”

You roll your eyes. “What are you getting at?”

“Nothing, I just thought tha—”

“Because if you think I’m going to give the plates I find to the new recruit, you have another thing coming.”

Volo gives you a smirk. “Who said anything about giving them to the new recruit?”

“Alright.” You stick your hand out to his, and he accepts.

“Deal!”

—————

It’s been months of tolerating one another. You and Volo were always on separate paths, somehow still running into one another everywhere you went. And at some point, you both decided that each others’ company wasn’t so bad after all. Now, you’re traveling together, you still taking notes for Professor Laventon any chance you get. Volo always chuckles when you take them.

“It’s just how excited you get when you think of something to add.” He notes. “It’s… it’s cute.”

You roll your eyes. But, not in a way you have before. It’s more playful; friendly.

It’s safe to say that you and Volo were closer than ever. You were both starting to see the best in one another, and at this point, you’re almost inseparable. His knowledge of each and every ruin you come across is so fascinating to you. And your quirks have absolutely captivated him.

You find yourselves in Coronet Highlands, Volo absolutely entranced over the scenery of the Sacred Plaza. Of course you’re intrigued by the many different statues and columns, but the way Volo rambles on; the smile on his face continuing to grow… it’s captured all of your attention. You feel your cheeks grow hot, even in the chill of the Highlands.

“So, what do you think?”

You look at Volo, almost shocked. You weren’t listening. “I’m sorry, I was focused on… something else…”

He chuckles as he sets his bag on the ground. “And what might we be focused on?”

“Umm….”

“Hmm?”

You quickly find something to fixate on: the broken statue of Giratina. “Look at this!” You run up and start to examine the features of the shattered piece of stone in the center of the ruins.

“Giratina.” he states. “Banished for its violence and left to dwell on the reverse side of our own, waiting for a chance to bare its fangs in defiance and tear down Arceus itself.”

He gently places his hand on your shoulder from behind. You feel your cheeks heating up once again, Volo noticing the bright shade of pink spread across your face. “You know…” His tone softens. “I’d really like to see that encounter.”

You simply nod, finding it best to not speak and embarrass yourself.

“Are you alright?”

You nod once more. “Yeah.”

“Are you sure, y/n?” He brushes a strand of hair out of your face. “You’re quiet, and you’re normally so excited to see ruins like these.” He examines your face for what feels like an eternity. “Something must be on your mind.”

“Well, yeah, but—”

“But what?”

You sigh. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

He slides his hand over yours, gripping it firmly in his. “Well, when you’re ready… I’ll be here.”

He knows.

Oh, he knows.

He can see it so plainly written across your face.

Your breath hitches slightly as he speaks, your heart racing from him sliding your hand into his. You can’t look in his eyes. Not now. Not after this.

“Y/n?”

“Hmm?” you hum, fixating on the grass below you.

He lifts your chin up with his free hand, your eyes meeting his gaze almost immediately. You can’t look away. He’s holding all of your attention. He looks at you with curiosity; with such want.

“Do you have to go back to the village tonight?” His whispering sends chills down your spine; his grip on your hand tightening as you think of something to say.

“I’m supposed to report to Cyllene in the morning, but… why?”

“It’s just…” he takes a deep breath. “I’d really like to spend another night together, gazing at the stars in the night sky; listening to the rustling of the leaves in the chilled summer air. And I’d much like to ki—” He pauses, the smile on his face disappearing as the sun had just moments ago. “May I kiss you?”

You’re too stunned to speak; to move even. His eyes twinkle with the reflection of the full moon peaking out from the horizon. Oh, how beautiful they are, even in the dimmed light of the night; those grey irises filled with starlight.

“Please…” he whispers.

You nod.

You’ve wanted this.

Oh, how you’ve wanted this.

He pulls you in close, caressing your face softly. You feel your heart beating right out of your chest as he inches closer and closer. And soon enough, it’s as if your skin is melting together. He’s soft, slow; the taste of honeycakes and tea on his lips.

Oh, you’ve wanted this.

He slides his hands down your shoulders to just below your elbows as he pulls away, resting his forehead on yours. He exhales, chuckling lightly from the excitement. “Y/n…”

You’re quiet, yet so so giddy. He can see it in your eyes, no matter how hard you try to hide it.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

Blushing, you look to the ground. He’s quick to lift your chin and have you meet his eye line once more, simply gazing at you in the moonlight.

“I understand if you need to return to the village tonight. I just…” He pauses, biting his lip in hesitation. “I love you.”  

You’re both silent, you taking in the words Volo just said. He looks as if he’s going to cry, upset by his feelings for you. You’re quick to squeeze his hand that’s still firmly gripped to yours. “Volo…” You’re gentle; comforting.

“I love you, y/n. I always have.” He takes a deep breath. “I needed you to know.”

“As have I.”

You both stare at each other, Volo’s eyes wide from hearing you speak your truth.

“Volo, I love you. And, well…” You exhale. “Despite how it seemed, I always have.”

“May I kiss you again?”

“Yes.”

His lips crash in to yours, hands gripping your sides. Your breath hitches as he pulls you closer. You can feel his smile against your lips, and oh does it feel incredible. Each movement he makes with his mouth is like a dance, him leading you through with such passion.

“Please stay with me tonight.”

He’s breathless as he speaks, as expected to be. The want for you is growing inside of him. “I need you.”

You take a moment to consider, Volo growing impatient.

“Please!”

And you nod.

You nod to his want; his need; his pleading.

“Yes.” You reply, whispering. “Yes, I’ll stay.”

—————

Volo can’t help but to wrap his arms around you every chance he gets, keeping you warm in the chill of the highlands. He’d set up a tent earlier in the night, and now the both of you lie inside, filling it with secrets you’d never dare share with anyone else. He’s grown quite possessive over you in the past few hours, though you don’t seem to mind. He’s very interested in the things you have to share, making a mental note of every little detail.

And now it’s his turn.

He’s hesitant to share, eyes focusing anywhere other than you.

“If you’re not ready, it’s okay.” you say, gently placing your hand over his. “I promise.”

He sighs. “It’s only fair that I share as well.”

Grabbing for his bag, he pulls out the plates you’ve collected and sets them neatly in front of you. “Do you know what these are for?”

You shake your head, still not knowing their purpose. “All I know is that the new recruit has been searching for them.”

“Exactly.” He passes. “And why is that?”

“To send them home?”

He gives a quick nod. “Yes, but… how do they get home?”

You take a moment to think, Volo answering just as you speak. “The Almighty Sinnoh.”

“I’ve devoted myself to Arceus beyond any other. I worshiped it as the creator of our entire world, bending all of my passion and interest to its study. All the time I’ve spent poring over the legends... for this dream I’ve had for years: to remake this world.” He grabs your hand. “Do you have some dream that propels you, as I’ve had?”

“Yes.” you nod. “I’ve always dreamed of creating a better world for future generations, as well as the people Jubilife. That’s why I joined the Survey Corps.”

“Now you see that these plates have a higher purpose, one that can help me; us, in achieving success in this dream we share.” he pauses, both of you looking into the other’s eyes. “Will you help me gather the rest, so we can fulfill this dream? To meet with Arceus?”

The passion he has; the drive; it’s remarkable. You’ve never seen him so excited, including he ruins you’ve come across together.

“I will.” you say.

He thanks you with another kiss to the lips. As he pulls away, he rests his forehead on yours once more. “Let’s return to the village then. We have work to do.”

“Will you stay with me?”

The seriousness of the simple nod he gives makes your heart flutter. “Of course I will, y/n.”

The two of you gather your belongings and head back to Jubilife with a purpose.

You know what you must do.

You must obtain those plates.

[skitkattl]

hey guys sorry i forgot about this site. guess who developed a PLA fixation while i was gone

[eev583]

I know some people pointed this out already but I’ve got to say something about it, too. What he says makes me think that he’s got a hard time trusting others. Like he thinks everyone is bad and only think about themselves. Maybe that’s why in the game it never really seemed like Volo was close to anyone. Not even Cogita. Makes me wonder what happened to him to make him think this way. Someone obviously hurt him, and he feels like he can only rely on himself. He wishes for a better world. One free of pain and sorrow. Something hurt him enough to make him feel like he had to go to the extremes of opening the space-time rift which eventually lead to the events of pla. He views the world in such a negative light, that he feels like the only way to make it better is by erasing it all and starting over. It’s kinda sad to think Volo was hurt that much :(

[mokadevs]

if the first blorbo doesn't cure your depression you can get a second one for half off

[metamatronic]

i have so many things i need to do and yet my brain continues to supply me with new, absolutely insane AU concepts (pokemon edition)

[scepterno]

do you ever think of an au on a whim and become obsessed with it

yeah so guess who is writing an extremely super long fic about childhood trauma, the consequences of time travel, confronting God, and slowburn ArVolo?

[phantompanties]

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Volo x Fem!Reader

Summary: this is an excerpt from chapter 26 of my long slow burn Legends Arceus fic called "I Got Sent Back In Time And All I Got Was This Lousy Arc Phone". At this point in the story it's during the reader's banishment from Jubilife Village, and currently her mental state is suffering due to the danger and betrayal she's faced thus far. Volo is not a good person and this whole thing isn't out of love, but out of hunger for power. A narcissistic god complex power fantasy. It nearly borders on noncon so if that's not your thing, please don't read and be safe. Its on brand for this blog so I thought id post it :3

Tags: male masturbation, power fantasy, excerpt of a bigger fic, blowjob, dacryphilia, corruption kink, none of this actually happens its just a sick bastard's fantasy, noncon if you squint, volo is a BASTARD a BAD PERSON an EVIL LITTLE WEASEL

Now that everyone had retired for the night, Volo was actually glad Adaman offered you his tent. If you were sleeping in his tent, he wasn’t sure he would be able to stop himself from acting on his impulses.

He remembered the other night when you fell asleep crying, desperately trying to keep quiet so as not to rouse his attention. Your mental state was so vulnerable… and Volo enjoyed it. He felt like a Glameow toying with a defenceless little Pichu before devouring it. The best part? The little Pichu had no idea she was being toyed with. If he was being honest, he grew to love how sweetly naive you were. At first, he found you to just be dumb, thinking that your recklessly rushing into danger for the sake of the Galaxy Team was you having a stupid death wish. But as you grew more and more scarred and broken, latching onto any stranger who showed you positive attention, he found it intoxicating the way he swayed you to his whim. Even though he was sure Arceus must have warned you not to associate with him if what you told him about being led astray was anything to go off of, you ignored it, choosing to leap into his arms when the world fell into ruin. Volo knew that he had you wrapped around his finger, and it was a high he couldn’t get enough of. If Adaman hadn’t been here to suggest you sleep in his tent that night, Volo would have had great difficulty holding himself back. It wasn’t as if he didn’t want to do what he wanted to do, oh no. The way your big sweet eyes gazed up at him like he was some kind of saviour made him crazy, like he wanted to tear you apart and devour you whole. It was the fact that if he acted, it would ruin his credibility amongst the insects that swarmed you two. Adaman was clearly protective of you, even going so far as to declare you his honourary sister. Despite his teasing a few nights prior, Volo knew Adaman held trust in him not to harm you. If he weren’t here, Volo would have pounced. Volo saw the way you flushed whenever he’d smile at you, how flustered you’d get when he called you his favourite customer. Surely you felt something for him, even if it was the slightest infatuation.

Volo couldn’t help his mind from racing as he tossed and turned in his bedroll. The more he thought of your innocent watery eyes, the more uncomfortable he felt in his trousers. He groaned, pushing the covers off of him. When he sat up, what caught his eye was the mannequin in the corner dressed in his latest project. It was very nearly complete, only needing hemming on the pants and the golden fabric details to be sewn to the white toga itself. Volo had slaved away at this particular project for years, only able to work on it between visits to the retreat. It was an outfit based on the depictions of clothes ancient Celestica priests would wear way back before the genocide. Volo let his mind wander to when he’d finally don the outfit at the Temple of Sinnoh, where he’d use the power of the Seer of Time and The Seer of Space to overthrow Arceus. You’d be there, of course. He wants you to be there to witness his ascension. He wondered then if you’d oppose him or worship him at his feet. Certainly, you’d worship him, right? You were going against Arceus’s will by choosing him after all. Oh, how delicious would it be to take you at Arceus’s altar? Forcing the detestable god to watch as he taints its strongest soldier right in front of its eyes?

Volo palmed the bulge straining his smallclothes, imagining just how he’d ruin you up there on the peak of Mt. Coronet. He imagined your innocent watery eyes gazing up at him from the floor as he fished his cock from his trousers, spitting into his palm to lubricate it. Would you know just what to do, or would you have to be guided like the servant of divinity you were? Fuck, the thought of him guiding you as you used your mouth on him made him twitch. He imagined himself gripping your hair, forcing his cock into your mouth. Would you gag? He hoped so. He wanted you to struggle to take him as he used you for his pleasure. He fisted his cock, imagining himself fucking your mouth while tears helplessly poured from your eyes and spit dribbled down your chin as you tried so desperately to please him, the man who will become your new god. Arceus will weep as it witnesses Volo breaking its chosen hero, and Volo will laugh in its face. In his mind, your throat bulged every time Volo thrusted into your mouth. He remembered how pitiful you looked the day he found you sobbing by the riverbank, and by Arceus did he wish that he could make you look that way. He caressed his balls with his other hand as his hips thrust into his fist.

“Take it, (y/n)...” he mumbles. “Worship me at my altar while Arceus watches… know who you will belong to…!”

When he came close, he imagined himself releasing deep into your throat, not pulling out until he was spent. It was the next thought that sent him over the edge. You’d pull off him, trying desperately to catch your breath with your pink tongue hanging out of your mouth. “Th-thank you… Lord Volo…” you’d pant, wiping the spit that dribbled from your mouth. Volo grunted, biting his hand to muffle the sound of pure ecstasy as he came into his fist.

When Volo came down from his high, breathing heavily, he shuddered in delight as he found he quite enjoyed where his mind went.

Oh yes, faller of the rift… Arceus’s chosen one… Volo will break you.

[jordemme-draws]

"Right, you two have a lot to answer for."

Imagine you've been waiting two hundred YEARS to see the love of your life again, and when you finally come across him, it's when he's being beaten half to death by two older Team Rocket grunts with a grudge against him. Volo has a normal retaliation against seeing the adolescent version of the hero of Hisui so badly hurt.

Giratina ain't too happy about it neither lol.

Bonus meme; Volo @ Haru after the fact

[lucky-clover-gazette]

more volo in botw/totk hyrule. back on his bullshit :)

[fangirlingpuggle]

Super super dumb Pokémon legends Arceus AU/fic prompt where Akari is Giratina.

Arceus sees Giratina causing problems and creating space time shift and dragging people through and is not happy, so is like ‘You broke it you fix it’ and copy and pastes Dawn’s body shoves Giratina in it and just yeets them down.

Giratina/Akari losing their memory and being really confused, also not sure how-to human properly.

Them just going through everything as normal, no one really noticing apart from Pokémon when about to attack stopping because they can sense somethings off, and all the Pokémon lords/ladies just being like ‘The fuck are you?’

They get more confused when Akari accidentally uses Giratina powers. Some people/Pokémon get really confused.

Ingo still totally adopts them and when he finds out is just like ‘Yes still my kid’ and returns back to Emmett like ‘Yes I am back form the past, here meet my child they are an amazing trainer, saved hisui and is also Giratina’

Volo has NO idea what’s happening he keeps trying to summon Giratina and nothing happens Akari keeps having her phone ring but no-ones there. They only realise when Volo challenges them tries summon Giratina and their phone rings.

Bonus:

Summoning Arceus is just them screaming at the sky like

‘YOU FUCKING DICK GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!’

[doodlejoltik]

grass knot

[~4.5k words, read it here or on Ao3. tagged with Volo and Lance since they appear as prominent characters; Rei-centric]

Why is it that even the thought of confiding in Akari, his closest friend, makes something constrict in his chest, choking out the words?

Rei, caught in the stirrings of a new arc, tries to rise to its call, but trips over the past at every turn.

A full rewrite of that Mysterious Stones chapter where Volo first shows up, from Rei’s POV, plus a bit more. Written mostly before the Arceus Arc began.

(Setting expectations: a lot of this fic is just Rei Thinking About Stuff haha. Love getting into his head! His characterisation is a little bit different/more nuanced compared to the other Rei oneshot I wrote; hopefully you'll still be along for the ride if you've read that one!)

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“Show me thy bond.” It echoes inside Rei’s skull, down to the very bone, the same as in his earliest memories. He nearly buckles under its weight, but it's a welcome feeling.

After so long without direction, this is a relief. Arceus has finally spoken.

The words fit perfectly with the half-remembered fragments Rei had received some weeks ago in the middle of the night. Why hadn't they been intelligible then? What makes now different? The sync stones ultimate are one factor, of course. Maybe Arceus draws power from them, which is strange to say of a deity, but from what he knows of the Plates, it might not be so far-fetched.

Prince Lear disperses the murmuring crowd; so, the audience all heard it too, not just those on the arena floor. Professor Bellis congratulates Bettie. Cynthia, Lance and Steven whisper among themselves. And his mind still whirls with new theories as they gather together.

What does Arceus want? 

‘Seek out all Pokemon’ had meant completing the Pokedex. At least, that’s what he’d assumed. Now, this time, Arceus likely means for them to showcase bonds with their Pokemon, given the context. But what does that actually entail?

Cynthia’s words cut above everyone else's. “Rei. Was that voice…?”

All eyes are on him. He breathes deeply, steeling himself, as the familiar weight of it settles in. Things are moving, now. 

“Yes. I'm certain. That was —”

“Indeed! That was a message from Arceus!”

His words catch in his throat. Off-balance, suddenly, as all his thoughts fall away, replaced by a swooping feeling he can't quite identify —

He whirls around.

Volo is here.

He takes a few steps back, an involuntary half-stumble, before remembering himself. 

Those flashes of movement he's been seeing, the feeling of being watched, a Togepi, unattended: they’re all now terrifyingly validated. He'd half thought them a product of his overactive mind.

“Excuse-moi, pardon me… but who are you?” Professor Bellis ventures. 

“I'm Volo — a humble merchant who loves history and mythology!” With that, he flashes a winning smile. Rei could laugh at the sheer audacity of it all, but his thoughts are still strewn across the dusty ground, scattered, and they slip from his grasp as he tries to gather them up. Whatever sense of gravity he’d felt upon hearing Arceus’ voice has completely lifted.

“But more importantly!” Volo continues. “When the arena shone brightly, I also heard that voice.” He brings his hand up to point at the air with enthusiastic emphasis, a gesture still so terribly familiar. Rei clenches his fists, feeling the nails dig into his skin. Not really out of anger. More as a reminder.

The last time he’d seen Volo had been. Well. Memorable. But that isn’t the image that smiles back at him now, tripping him up. He's in Gingko uniform again, complete with ridiculous oversized backpack, which Rei had thought discarded, up there on the peak. Apparently not. Had Volo returned later, still seething, to collect his things? The concept is strangely hilarious.

“I wonder… these sync stones ultimate… might they be some sort of test from Arceus? If we could show him that ‘bond’ he desires —”

“Sorry, test? Arceus?” Cynthia interrupts with a frown, holding a hand out. “What makes you say that?”

“Why, it's quite simple. Arceus' presence was summoned by these stones, in this exhibition, and he requests us to further show our bond. What else could he desire?” Volo says, gesturing widely. 

Rei finally pulls himself upright — scrapes his thoughts together into something resembling coherence. The initial shock has drained away, settling into a distant sort of apprehension. He watches silently. Volo’s not really saying anything too unreasonable, but where is this leading? 

There’s so much he doesn’t know. What has Volo been doing, all this time? How long has he been on Pasio? What does he hope to gain, approaching them like this?

He’ll let Volo continue, then. It's an opportunity for some of those questions to be answered.

(And it gives Rei time to think of what to say.)

“Well, put that way, that does make sense,” Steven nods along. “Should we organise for more trainers to try the stones, then?” 

“Oui, I would love to gather more data!” Professor Bellis answers. “However, the stones are still quite volatile. There is progress on this, yes, but for now, I would like to limit their use, capisci?” 

At this, Bettie speaks up. “Yeah, it was weird.” She runs a hand through her Pikachu’s fur, the mouse curled up lazily in her arms. Nobody in Hisui was quite that affectionate with their Pokemon. Certainly not Akari, though she'd grown closer with her own Pikachu over time. As for himself, Decidueye had been standoffish, averse to being carried even as a baby Rowlet. Well, actually — as his distracted mind digs deeper into memory, he recalls — there had been Volo and his Togepi. 

He casts that errant thought away, buries it deep once again. Bettie is still speaking.

“And it was like nothing was there, at first, and Pikachu and I had to concentrate really hard. And then — whoosh! Wow! Overwhelming,” she shifts Pikachu’s weight to one arm to gesture with emphasis, “and all at once.”

“And this is when Arceus spoke,” Lance asks. 

Bettie nods, now subdued. “It was a rush! I think you guys could handle it, but I dunno if everyone could.”

“If I may,” and all attention returns to Volo. “It seems the stones can currently be used by trainers with particularly powerful convictions, and bonds with their Pokemon,” he gestures with a smile to Bettie. She blushes. 

At the casual flattery, Rei can't help the small frown that twists onto his face. It seems innocent enough, but compliments and niceties can so easily mask true intent. 

Especially with Volo.

Volo continues. “Perhaps we might solve this by way of a tournament, of sorts. Allowing Arceus to witness our talent and dedication, with the victor bestowed the honour of using the stones! Of course, the winner of such a competition would have the fortitude necessary to handle such power.”

Well, taking that to its logical end… Volo wants to win, and be granted this ‘honour’ he so conveniently proposed. But why go to all this trouble? The stones appear out in the streets quite often — apparently, found even by preschoolers. Volo should have no trouble obtaining them.

Does he know something they don't?

“Bettie here led the first winning PML team, did she not?” At this, the girl in question smiles Mareepishly. “And that is why she was the one to demonstrate the stones, I presume,” Volo inclines his head towards the Champions.

Informed guess, or something more? He thinks back on half-seen, furtive movements, and wonders. 

“That's right,” Steven confirms. “Bettie is a shining example to us: a leader of the next generation. We decided there was no better choice.” 

“So you suggest we hold another tournament,” Lance says thoughtfully. “Well, there is precedent. Prince Lear,” he turns to the Prince, whom Rei had honestly half forgotten was there. “What do you think?”

Before Lear can reply, Volo reinserts himself into the conversation. “It would be a grand tournament, truly fitting of Pasio's reputation. Why, perhaps, the deity Arceus might even be compelled to descend —”

Ah. So that’s what he intends. “Aren't you getting ahead of yourself there?” Rei interrupts. He means to sound stern, but it comes out sounding more incredulous. Not at the idea itself, but at how brazenly it’s admitted.

“Perhaps,” Volo says with a careless shrug. He doesn’t acknowledge Rei any differently than the others, still maintaining their inadvertently shared ruse. “It's only speculation, of course, but it is exciting to think about!”

“Hmph! I believe I was the one being addressed,” Prince Lear declares, arms crossed. His red shades flash dangerously, eyes hidden under their glint. Directed at him, it's almost like the full glare of an Alpha Pokemon.

Rei’s face flushes with heat to the tips of his ears. Great time he picked to enter the discussion. He quietly ducks his head down; the Prince is in charge, here, after all. He'd rather not test his patience. 

Meanwhile, Volo just smiles, seemingly unfazed. 

There's a part of him that really wants to know how Volo does that. It's just — he's so confident. How can he be so sure that everything will work out in his favour?

“A grand tournament,” Prince Lear ponders, tapping his foot. “And what could be grander than the second Pokemon Masters League?”

“Indeed!” Volo beams. “I'm sure the audience would love to see the clash between a king and a deity, would they not?”

Lear's tapping stills. His guarded stance loosens; he's taken aback. Volo emphasised king, and oh, Lear's official title is Prince. Hm.

There's something more deliberate about it beyond just casual flattery. 

Lear uncrosses his arms and seems at a loss, for a moment, on where to put them before straightening up with his hands on hips. “Is that so?” He laughs. “I like the sound of that!” A pause, unnecessarily dramatic. Nobody breaks the silence, not even Volo. 

The Prince looks around with some satisfaction and continues. “Very well, then. The winning team of the second PML will be granted the honour of using the sync stones ultimate.” He grins, sharply, red shades flashing once again. “Which will include me, of course. Hahahahaha!”

“You have a real gift for making quick decisions!” Volo says cheerfully. The tension breaks. Chuckles arise from the rest of the group, and Rei can only stare in disbelief. That — that has to be mockery, right? But everyone else seems to take it as light teasing, even the quick-tempered Prince himself. 

Against his better judgement, his gaze catches Volo’s. 

He doesn't know what he expects to see: amusement? Satisfaction? Triumph? And there's some of that, but it's a wry, knowing sort of look, like a joke shared only between the two of them. 

Already the others are starting to animatedly discuss between themselves. Bettie makes a teasing comment to Lear, who scoffs. Professor Bellis says something about checking in on the sync stone technology. Cynthia, Lance and Steven form their own little group again, speaking in low tones, and he can't quite follow their discussion. 

It seems like he's the only one who notices Volo quietly slipping away, and he's got half a mind to do the same. 

Would it be incredibly ill-advised to follow him? Probably. But he still has questions. And it’s possible that Volo will let his guard down when they're alone. 

(Even to him, that seems incredibly optimistic. But there’s things between them that he himself would rather only unearth in private. Maybe Volo feels the same way. And even if not, perhaps he'll gloat, or tease playfully, and let on something of use hidden in the thorned barbs.)

It's not like he has much left to contribute here. Tournaments and competitions and organised displays are foreign to him. The Neo Champion Stadium had felt so different from the kind of battles he’s used to… which, in part, could be why he lost. 

He needs to train. If everything rests on the result of this tournament, he has to be ready. 

The group seems to be naturally dispersing, at least — Professor Bellis just excused herself — so he won't be missed. With some quick words, he, too, turns to leave. They can handle this part, and Rei will do his. 

Prince Lear had mentioned a winning team, and Pasio battles are generally three on three, from what he's seen. Who could he ask? There's Akari, of course. And the clan leaders, but it would feel strange to team up with only one and not the other. A little bit too reminiscent of another time. 

His steps carry him nearly to the edge of the arena.

Besides, he's getting ahead of himself. He still has to… well, he should explain everything to them. About Volo.

Even all these months later, it still aches. He had buried it all, hoping to let it rot away, to be free of that thorny mass of contradictory feelings that arose every time he dwelled on it. 

But the longer he waits, the more impossible it seems to explain — to explain not only the events of that fateful day, but also his own, confusing silence on the matter. Though he’s tried to plough the field, turn it all over and start anew, it still lies just beyond the surface, and a single misstep is all it takes to snarl him all over again. Why is it that even the thought of confiding in Akari, his closest friend, makes something constrict in his chest, choking out the words?

(Akari is unquestionably the one person he's closest to. But there was a time when that singular title wasn't so clear cut.)

There’s a sort of tunnel that leads out of the stadium, a long darkened archway that passes under the audience stands. He's about halfway through when he hears footsteps from behind, swift and purposeful strides. 

His breath catches, for a moment. But Volo left first, and the arena had been flat and wide, with no corners to lurk in. Besides, it's too loud. Clearly telegraphed.

Cynthia, maybe? 

He turns. The face that greets Rei is slightly less familiar. “Lance,” he acknowledges the Champion. 

“Rei,” Lance greets in turn, stopping a few paces away. Arms crossed, silhouetted against the light of the arena and framed by the tunnel’s dark, arching walls, his tall figure is — intimidating. 

He can’t help but wonder whether that's deliberate. 

“You left before I could ask,” Lance says, and there's a pause. “As someone who has prior experience with Arceus, what do you think of all this?”

A fair enough question. But the way it's said… sounds a little too carefully worded. Casual, but purposefully so.

What sort of answer does Lance expect? 

“It sounds reasonable enough,” he decides to say. As much as he hates to lend credence to Volo’s proposal, he can't think of anything better. It somehow seems to suit their needs perfectly, which he's sure is no accident. “Back in Hisui, I was told to seek out all Pokemon, so I helped with the Pokedex. In the same way, I guess this could help fulfil Arceus' new request.”

Lance nods along, but his brows furrow. “You sounded more sceptical, earlier,” he points out. 

Ah. Not really his intent, but… “That was about the more…” he casts about for the right word, “speculative part of it. I don't know if it would really call Arceus down, or anything like that.” Though honestly, he doesn't know that it won't.

“What do you think will happen, then?” Lance asks, with clear curiosity, and, well. He doesn't really have a good answer to that. 

“... I don't know,” he admits. “I never actually completed the Pokedex, so I'm not sure what happens after Arceus’ request is fulfilled.” He had been close, but there had still been so many minor tasks that needed finishing, things to busy himself with, to arrange and get in order before he had to face Giratina again. 

He hadn't been ready, yet. Maybe Arceus had grown impatient, and brought him here to confront his problems directly. Maybe it cared. Maybe it didn't. 

(Seeing Giratina with Cynthia had felt a little like he was the punchline of some divine comedy.)

Lance purses his lips and looks off into the distance, out of the stadium, past Rei. He wishes he could read the man’s expressions better; as it is, the set of his brows calls to mind Kamado, and everything else tangled up with it. 

Finally, Lance’s gaze turns directly to Rei once again, and he speaks. “That Volo… you two know each other.” 

It’s not a question, but even then, the expression of unguarded surprise he can’t hold back might be answer enough.

Lance has one hand on his hip, the other, at rest, is framed by the drape of his cape. He looks down at Rei as he states plainly, “His clothes aren’t of modern make, so the logical assumption would be that he’s from Hisui. Cynthia confirmed my suspicion. And, historically, Hisuian communities were few and quite tightly knit. It’s more likely than not.” 

He tries to keep his expression carefully neutral, as logic digs deeper, dangerously close to things unexplainable. And the earth is already recently disturbed, soft, friable. He can’t offer much resistance. “I've seen him around,” he concedes.

“But why did neither of you acknowledge the other?” Lance looks confused; frustrated, even. “Even a passing acquaintance would be notable, with both of you being here in the future.”

And here — this is familiar. The accusations. The questions he can’t answer. But it’s different; it’s not that he doesn’t know the answers. He just can’t seem to put them in an order that would make sense, to anyone else.

(Does he really understand, himself?)

But eyes are on him, and he needs to explain, in whatever unsatisfactory way he can. “Volo and I… it's complicated,” he laughs weakly, tugging at his scarf. “He genuinely does love history and mythology, you know. I guess I wouldn't be that surprised if he was right about Arceus.” All those times they’d pored over ruins together, Volo excitedly babbling on about whatever legend this one related to — there had to have been the seed of something real, something genuine, in that. 

It’s not really an answer. Lance can obviously tell, because he crosses his arms. 

“Is he bad news?” he asks bluntly. 

There’s no twisting his way out of this one.

Some of the panic he’s feeling must bubble up onto his face, because Lance’s expression softens, just a bit. The man sighs. “Look, Rei, I don’t know what’s going on between you two, but us Champions need to have all the relevant information. This tournament, the stones,” he gestures around them, “affect everyone here on Pasio. So I’m sorry about involving myself in your business, but it's necessary. Should we be keeping an eye on Volo?” 

It’s obvious what the correct answer is. And every second he delays responding makes him seem all the more untrustworthy. He questions, a little hysterically, why this of all things is what he stubbornly roots himself for, risking this place he’s made for himself in another unfamiliar land. 

But his jaw works, and all that slips out of his throat, past the thorny tangle, is a “Maybe.” The most ground he can concede. “Volo’s… passionate about Arceus.” Which is perhaps the biggest understatement of both this century and the last. 

There's an expectant pause. He almost leaves it at that, but it seems it's too unfinished a sentiment for Lance. “He wants to be seen by it.”

“The same way you are?” Lance says sharply. Arceus, he picked up on that fast. Rei hopes he leaves it at that. A rivalry fallen apart, twisted into bitterness and jealousy, nothing more.

Nothing world-ending. 

It’s not like he doesn’t trust Cynthia, and by extension the other Champions. It’s just… he can deal with it himself. It’s what he was probably brought here to do, anyway. The thought of someone else turning him over, and finding him lacking — fighting his battles for him — makes him uneasy. 

“Yeah, something like that,” he answers, with a painful swallow. 

Besides, he hopes he can resolve this peacefully. He’d beaten Volo before, even after he’d flipped the rules of battle on their head. And this time Volo can’t upend the script; one good thing about tournaments, he supposes, is that the rules are rigorously upheld. A different sort of battleground.

He wants to laugh at that. Suppositions and wildly optimistic thoughts are his only foundation, and yet it’s enough for him to reject all possibility of outside help.

Then again, if he can’t even bring himself to tell Akari, what chance does he have of breaking that self-imposed silence, here, on less familiar ground?

Lance hums, assessing this. He uncrosses his arms. “If that friend of yours does anything drastic, tell us, alright?” he says. It’s said warmly, but there's something serious to it. An undertone. “Our job is to help out wherever we can, so don’t hesitate to reach out.”

Rei tries for a smile. “Understood.”  

Lance nods, and looks Rei up and down, though it's only a subtle flicker of his eyes. His gaze lingers on the scarf at Rei’s neck, which Rei realises he’s been fidgeting with unconsciously. He lets go with faint embarrassment, feeling caught out. 

The other man sighs. “You can go, you know?” There’s resignation in his voice. Maybe even something apologetic. In that moment, he seems more like Kamado than ever.

Rei doesn’t want to turn his back to him, but he wants to be here even less. So he nods, stiffly, and turns himself around, continuing the dark walk through the tunnel and out the stadium at a steady pace.

He doesn’t run.  

(But his hand hovers by his satchel, where Decidueye's Pokeball rests.)

It’s only when he’s walked for a good while, out into the harsh sunlight, through the town outskirts and to a more forested spot, that the tension drains from him. He sits at the base of a large tree, feeling a little lightheaded.

That was… an interrogation, to put it bluntly. And he can’t really fault Lance for it. To anyone, he's sure, his actions are confusing at best.

Unfortunately, he’s found that he’s less than clear headed when it comes to Volo. He turns over Lance’s final words. That friend of yours. It’s not surprising Lance phrased it that way; everything Rei had said had been carefully woven to lead him to that conclusion.

Except it hadn’t been misdirection, not fully. He does still think of Volo as his friend, despite everything.

He slumps backwards, against the trunk of the tree, feeling the rough bark dig against the base of his skull. 

What is he supposed to do with that?

Apparently, one of the worst days of his life isn’t enough to uproot over a year of growing camaraderie and budding friendship. Too many memories knot together, a stubborn tangle impossible to pick apart. He’s tried not to think about them too hard, but they tighten their hold once again, from where they lay dormant and buried.

Many of them have been forcibly recontextualised. He’s second guessed every helpful gift, every directly admiring word, every coincidental and fortunate appearance, as something deliberate and cultivated. But some of it, it seems, doesn't fit so neatly with that singular goal.

One day, they’d watched Togepi use Metronome for an hour, ostensibly for Rei’s surveying purposes. Important documentation of a seemingly random phenomenon, and all that. In actuality, they laughed the entire time, with no useful or coherent records to speak of, as the results became all the more improbable. 

They’d camped together, those last months, as the search for the Plates got wilder and more exciting. He knows Volo’s favoured way to build a camp-fire, and how he wakes up unreasonably early in the morning, and that he prefers sweet foods over savoury, unlike Rei himself. A hundred mundane familiarities shared, taking root in fallow ground.

Once, Volo had been his only friend in the entire world.

Is it surprising, then, that he can’t lay this friendship to rest so easily?

He wonders what it means, that the hand offered to him at his lowest point was the same one that always meant to drag him back down. And what it means that he still wants to reach for it.

Had any real feelings been sowed there, on Volo’s part? Or was the entire thing a carefully constructed weaving, an intricate field of grass knots laid around Rei, ready to catch him in their snare? 

He can’t quite strangle the hope that something of their friendship still exists, even if neglected and overgrown. And that’s the part that scares him.

He has Akari, and Adaman, and Irida. He has Professor Laventon and the Captain, though they’re far away. Then there’s the Wardens, more friendly faces: Mai, Sabi, Ingo, and all the others; there's Zisu and Pesselle and Beauregard and everyone else in Jubilife. New friends here on Pasio, too. 

He pulls out Decidueye’s Pokeball from his satchel, and rolls it around in his right hand. He has his beloved Starter.

He has friends. He has bonds.

Why can’t that be enough?

The Pokeball he’s holding isn't the original. He'd had to break that well-loved possession in two, and recapture Decidueye in this modern device. It's a distant echo of its predecessor, wooden grooves and clunky iron replaced by smooth metal and near imperceptible seams. The weight of it is all wrong. 

But despite that, it's still his partner, and that's what matters.

(The two broken halves sit in his satchel, too, carried on his person at all times. It's yet another thing he can't bring himself to let go of.)

He sighs, tracing formless shapes in the dirt. His hand finds one of the sparse clumps of grass that grow here, directly under this wide and mighty tree. Deprived of proper sun, it’s a miracle that there’s any at all. 

It seems more and more likely that he’ll end up looking for Volo on his own. To get answers: not only about the stones, and the tournament, and Volo’s intentions with Arceus, but also for his own ends. 

Maybe there’s still something there. A single glimpse of life in this scorched earth between them.

He doesn’t know what he’ll do then.

Where he sits, what little grass there is has grown long and ragged, as their leaves stretch and reach for the sun. He sets Decidueye’s ball down and plucks two long blades. With a few simple loops and twists, they’re deftly woven together into a knot. He considers it, looping it around his fingers; tightens it, pulling on both ends, until he can feel the entire construct threaten to snap from the force. He stops. 

The thing is, no matter if it was never meant to be real, deliberately sowed, intended ultimately for harvest — it’s all the same, to Rei. He wants to keep it alive. He’s hopeful. Naive. Selfish.

For a single, impossible moment, he wonders whether this is what Arceus meant by bonds all along. 

The knot goes in his satchel, where it will turn dry and brittle with time. But kept safe, unbroken, regardless. Maybe his future self will laugh at his sentimentality. Maybe, he won't remember why it’s there. 

Wouldn't that be for the best?

He tucks Decidueye’s ball away, with care, then hauls himself up, both hands braced against the dusty ground. There’s dirt under his fingernails. From under the tree’s darkened canopy, he squints into the afternoon sunlight.

There’s a lot that needs to be done. He needs to train for this tournament, for one. Learn more about modern battling. Pull together a team. With that, ask Akari, and perhaps Adaman or Irida. Confront Volo, somewhere in all of this. 

After that? Only Arceus knows.

One step at a time. 

He finds his footing, around gnarled roots. The grass crunches underfoot. And he steps into the light.

(So maybe I was just snared by the grass knots you laid in my path. But if I wove my own, would you fall for it too?)

[loch-detected]

me trying to find a legends arceus fic without kamado bashing, me trying to find a legends arceus fic without ingo being the main focus, me trying to find a legends arceus fic that doesn’t have volo being shipped with the player, me trying to find a fic with actual characterization of kamado, me trying to find a fic where it’s survey corps or background character centered, me trying to find a good kamado fanfic, me trying to find

[volos-togepi]

PLA boys finding out you’re pregnant with their child

i love these boys and i will die on this hill

Adaman 

oh he’s so happy

a little surprised at first

but ultimately he’s so ready for this new journey with you

not like you haven’t been planning this or anything… 

and he’s sure to ask how you’re feeling

because your thoughts are more important to him

“Let’s talk about it.”

he’s so comforting

and he’s so good at helping you stay in a good headspace

compliments are a constant

and if you’re ever feeling down or uneasy, he’s there to support you 

he’s there EVERY step of the way

he works on how he presents himself as a leader

and he thinks about how this role will compliment the other

he’s so helpful at home

and he loves to cook for you

“Just relax, y/n! I’ve got it.”

you both have so many conversations about your pregnancy

and you bet that he’s been asking around for parenting advice

knowing he’s becoming a father absolutely gives him an ego boost

and you know he’ll be the best dad a kid could have

Volo

“Come again?”

he’s perplexed

scared even

he’ll force a smile to please you

but he’s DEFINITELY not ready to be a father

while he’s traveling, he’ll often think about the situation 

and mostly cons come to his mind

he’s TERRIFIED to talk to you about it

but he’ll eventually speak up

“I just don’t think I can be the father you want me to be; the father this child deserves.”

you both chat for HOURS

and you both cry about the situation you’ve found yourselves in

but one day, it hits him

HARD

he’s traveling, and he thinks about how wonderful it would be to have a daughter

someone to protect; to share his countless stories with; to bring home little trinkets or flowers and get a squeal of joy in return

not that he doesn’t already have you, but…

that switch just flips

he RUNS to your home and immediately takes you in his arms

he’ll apologize SO many times, bawling into his hands

“I want this. All of it.”

he won’t stop holding you for a moment

because he needs to let you know how much he loves you

and he has to make up for all the time he’s been away somehow

he’s eager to cook for you; to clean for you

literally whatever you need, he’s there

and he doesn’t plan on leaving anytime soon (if at all now)

Melli

oh he’s ecstatic 

Melli only wants the BEST for himself

so clearly, you are the best

and this baby…

“This is SO EXCITING!!!”

this gives him so much more to brag about

he’s already got a list of names written out

and it’s LONG

he talks about how much he wants this

and how much he loves you 

#1 hype man

he makes you feel so good about yourself

and you better believe he’s telling everyone how excited he is to be a father

he’s actually REALLY attentive during your pregnancy 

because he wants you to feel your best each and every day

you and Adaman both try to talk to him about how gross babies are in the beginning

because you know how easily disgusted he is

and he clearly doesn’t listen

“Blah blah blah… Babies are fun!”

he’s just wayyyy too excited

after a while, he does start to have doubts about his role as a father

and you assure him that it’s okay and that he’ll be great at it

he learns and grows so much during your pregnancy

his narcissistic qualities tone down a bit (but not too much)

he just wants to be the best he can be for your family

and he’s so eager for that next milestone to come

[thedorkurge]

Gortash from my Schism AU!

I'm no artist, but I thought I'd share the little continuity reference sketch I made for myself. Post-tadpole Schism Gort my beloved❤️

[elithesia-autem-danguarde]

Chapters: 23/30 Fandom: Pokemon Legends: Arceus (Video Game), Pocket Monsters | Pokemon (Main Video Game Series), Pocket Monsters: Black & White | Pokemon Black and White Versions, Pocket Monsters: Black 2 & White 2 | Pokemon Black 2 & White 2 Versions Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Kudari | Emmet & Nobori | Ingo, Kudari | Emmet & Shou | Akari, Nobori | Ingo & Shou | Akari, Nobori | Ingo & Tsubaki | Melli, Kudari | Emmet & Tsubaki | Melli, Nobori | Ingo & Queen Ohnyula | Lady Sneasler, Kudari | Emmet & Hisuian Zoroark Characters: Nobori | Ingo, Kudari | Emmet, Shou | Akari, Seki | Adaman, Kai | Irida, Volo (Pokemon), Yone | Mai (Pokemon Legends: Arceus), Tsubaki | Melli, Hinatsu | Arezu, Susuki | Iscan, Wasabi | Sabi (Pokemon), Kikui | Lian (Pokemon Legends: Arceus), Yuugao | Calaba, Garana | Palina, Hamarenge | Gaeric, Teru | Rei, Perilla | Zisu, Shimaboshi | Cyllene, Original Female Character(s), Kamitsure | Elesa, Shaga | Drayden, Taro | Lacey Additional Tags: Legends Arceus AU, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Living in Hisui, emmet in hisui, warden emmet, Ingo Emmet and Akari all connecting, Friendship, Misunderstandings, I mean like LOTS of misunderstandings, poor communication kills, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Ingo really hating his amnesia, Eventual Happy Ending, Brotherly Love, Post-Canon, Alternate Universe - Post-Canon, No real shipping in this fic, The Unova characters don't appear until like the last three chapters, But I'm tagging them anyway because they're still important, actions have consequences, This fic is as long as it is because no one knows how to communicate properly, Emotions, Big Sister Elesa, Uncle Drayden, Ingo Emmet and Akari are all autistic, Hikari | Dawn and Shou | Akari are Different People, Siblings, The Ride Pokemon are Considered Nobles Summary:

The Pearl Clan witnesses Ingo mourning the memories he just can't seem to recall. The Diamond Clan witnesses Emmet concealing the past that he fears would alienate him. Both groups are aware that something is suspicious, but don't know how to approach it when considering all of the other strange things currently occurring within Hisui and the interests of their individual clans.

Akari forms separate bonds with both brothers as she investigates who they are and what they mean to each other, but will it be too late to bring them back together after months of secrecy and poor communication? Or can Ingo and Emmet's brotherly bond endure even through hardships beyond what they ever could have imagined before?

[girasolen]

Riddle me this Arceus. If Volo is supposed to be the "bad guy" and I'm "not supposed to betray you for him" then why did you make him so pretty 🤨🤨🤨