#gym leader brassius x reader

[charcadett]

No one asked for this but.

“Would love me if I was a Wurmple?” Responses From Some Scavio Characters

Brassius

Undoubtedly, even if he isn’t particularly fond of bug Pokemon. It’s you now, and his fondness for you overrides his dislike. He would built you an intricate terrarium in his studio. Now you have no choice but to listen to him all day everyday. Not that you ever minded to begin with.

Grusha

Why would you become a Wurmple? I mean, of course he would love you, but why did you become on in the first place? Were you cursed? It would make it really hard on him. The climate of Glaseado Mountain isn’t fit for Wurmple, so don’t go angering any witches.

Tulip

Oh. Well. Are you sapient in there? Aware of your surroundings? When you frown at her, she huffs. You know she doesn’t like bug Pokemon. But, she wouldn’t abandon you. She isn’t sure she would be able to give you the care you need so she would bring you to a specialist and visit you when she could. Comforts you after. Her answer is not satisfactory.

Rika

Duh, she’d love you no matter what. It helps that she likes Wurmple too. They’re adorable, just like you. Rika would carry you on her shoulder wherever she goes, and honestly, would like to have you travel sized and cute. She calls you her dream purse dog for the next week or so.

Hassel

Immediately worries about your safety. Did something happen to make you believe you’d transform into a Wurmple? Hassel is sure that’s not possible. You tell him to just answer the question. Hassel loves you no matter what form you take, your heart will always be the same. That is what he fell in love with. Cheeseball.

Jacq

Yes! He would always. And, he’d love to study you. Just a little. A human transforming into a Pokemon would be a fascinating thing to look into. It’s not like it’s a common occurrence. He’s a Pokemon professor, you can’t blame him for being curious. Besides, that’s what would make him perfectly suited to take care of you. No one understands you, or Pokemon, like Jacq. Inside and out.

Larry

Of course he would. He would carry you around with him everywhere and bring a bucket of your favorite fruits and veggies for you to eat if you were hungry. He would have a special area for you built in his office so you wouldn’t get lonely while he was at work. Please don’t become a Wurmple though. He isn’t sure Staraptor would recognize you.

[kangen-wanshi]

Hi! I really love your Kisses ft Larry, Brassius, Hassel post! Could you do how would Larry, Brassius, & Hassel confess to reader? Only if you want to!

"I'll say it!" ft Larry, Brassius, Hassel

The struggles and process of confession can be quite challenging for some individual. But how would they go through it?

Tags: separate, romantic, pining?

A/N: I'm glad you like them anon! For this one, Larry's and Brassius' are actually inspired by my recent previous post haha, I hope you like it! And sorry for the weird formating, Tumblr is hating me rn.

Larry, With a newfound confident

It's not a secret that Larry can get quite.. Shy? Timid? Quiet? When it comes to a time where he's required to speak up.

Unfortunately, this also happens during his confession. 

Larry didn't really.. Plan his confession. He's stressing over the fact on how to do it, yes, but he's never really got any plan figured out.

Rika's suggestions are too flirty, Poppy's are.. Well with how sweet it is he feels like it's gonna make him feel out of touch to execute it, and anyone else just keeps telling him to just tell you straight up.

So he did just that.

It was a small dinner between the two of you. Nothing fancy, as he cooked simple dishes he learned from the internet and invited you over.

It's the most normal, simple, plain idea of 'date' that Larry can think of.

Often the darker side of his brain caught up to him and mocked him about how he's just an old bachelor that doesn't quite deserve a relationship. Especially with someone as perfect as you.

But when he fought that dark side of the brain, is actually when he boldly confessed to you.

"I love you. Truly."

It's so simple. So quick, and so quiet. You had to stop yourself before doing anything further.

Him, on the other hand, is fully aware of what he had just said. But there's no going back now. As he stares at his food, his hold on the fork and knife tighten by the seconds of your silence.

That is until you asked him to repeat himself.

When he took a deep breath, his lips trembled. Closing his eyes, he's decided that during that moment, he won't back down or sink away from his own confession.

"I love you. Will you.. be willing to be mine?"

You'd expect him to confess with his art and portray his affection through poetry with some grandeur announcement?

Brassius, Through Beautiful Accident

Think again!

Brassius is nervous. Nervous doesn't even cover the word.

Yes, he's expressive. Yes, he has admitted that you're so important to him, beyond being his beloved muse and source of inspiration. But confession? A romantic love confession? His head spins even trying to think about it.

Often he argues with himself about how he should express this feeling to you, aka confession.

He's torn between making it sentimental by giving you one of his handmade gifts, or declaring his love with well arranged heart shaped roses, or with poetry, or even with a sculptor made with love engraved within it.

Ended up not executing any of it.

His indecisiveness will be the end of him. Truthfully with how much he praises you or expresses his adoration, you already got the idea (or at the very least the slight confidence) that your feelings are actually reciprocated.

It's just the confession that came late.

So how this happens, is most likely because he just can't help himself to say the three words to you under the guise of simply complimenting you.

"Your battle was magnificent! The conjoined effort between you and your pokemon - absolutely breathtaking! I can't help but fall in love with the way you conquer the difficulty in battle!"

You were about to thanked him, had toy not caught the whisper under his breath:

".. And I suppose, I couldn't help but to fall in love with you yet again."

- Which caught both of you off-guard. 

Brassius is red. His pale cheeks turned warm, as he watched you watch him with wide eyes.

He was about to laugh it off, pretend that it was a slip off and he didn't mean it that way. But with how you look at him, red tinted your cheek, and softly asking him "Really?",

Well, the truth comes forth to those who're willing to embrace it.

Let's just say that he couldn't ask for a better love confession.

By far the most normal out of the three.

Hassel, With The Classic Galar Style

Hassel has a good amount of experience in terms of having relationships. So he knows the sign when he falls for someone, and luckily, he knows how to handle himself.

Though he's not hasty. Despite his passionate nature, Hassel is patient and takes his time with doing things. Including processing his feelings, and considering yours too.

He drops subtle hints first. Offering you his jacket when the weather got particularly chilly, offering to walk you home, helping you with your work however he can, taking care of your pokemon, etc.

Surprisingly can read your reaction very well, while being subtle about it.

So he's good in that whole department.

When he's sure that you're into him as much as he is into you, he plans his next more: The Confession.

While yes, he kept his cool and he knows what he's doing, he's not immune to the Nervous.

But he got this! He got help from the new Champion of Paldea, he got help from Tyme, from Rika, he'll do fine!

So he ended up inviting you on a picnic. Just outside of Mesagoza.

A small picnic. He brought the food, even though you offered to bring some too, he insisted on treating you to this little date.

It's sweet, really. Just chatting along, watching some pokemons walk over to the two of you asking for some extras, sharing laughter and smiles.

And when the sun started to sink, he made his move.

He pulled out a basket that he's been hiding from your sight, before putting it between the two of you. Obviously you asked what it is, but he just encourages you to open the blanket inside.

And surprise surprise, it's a shiny Applin, peering up to you with an innocent tilt of head.

If you didn't know the meaning behind the Applin tradition, expect that he already explained it to you at some point prior to the date (aka one of his subtle ways of seeing how you'd react to the topic of love confession).

Either way, he offered the little guy to you with a sheepish smile, as his cheek grew red.

"I couldn't imagine a better way to explain my feelings to you. If you would accept it, accept this little friend of mine, I hope you would cherish and let him grow stronger. And if you may allow it.. I would like to be by your side to help it grow." 

[ourvanishingghosts]

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

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

Artsy Boyfriends

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

Brassius creates sculptures of you while Hassel paints and draws you

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

You and Hassel try to see Brassius battle at his gym

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

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

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

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

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

Hassel's whip looks like the spines of certain dragons

Your whip looks like your favorite Pokémon or Pokémon type

Both of them let you play with their hair

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

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

[pokemon-headcanons-and-imagines]

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

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

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

Makes sketches of you when he gets the chance

He keeps talking about you to Brassius

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

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

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

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

Pretty much no one was shocked it was pretty visible

I think he'd be pretty straight forward about it

Also takes it very calmly it you reject him

Definitely gives you and Applin of you're Galarian

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

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

Very passionate when talking about his love for you

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

He's very good at hiding it

Probably asks some people working at the Treasure Eatery for advice

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

He has repeated his confession before a mirror several times

Buys you gifts from all the jobs he has

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

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

[just-mya-writing]

SV Gym Leaders Reacting To...

you saying you love them (gif form)

Katy

Brassius

Iono

Kofu

Larry

Ryme

Tulip

Grusha

[writingrenna]

Brassius x GN!Reader

"A Wandering Mind"

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

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

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

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

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

Words: Somewhere around 6,000

-*-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-*-

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

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

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

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

-*-

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

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

You sigh.

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

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

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

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

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

"...Brassius?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"...oh..."

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

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

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

"But-"

And just like that, you headed off.

-*-

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

"Ah! You have returned!"

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

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

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

"A... a what?? "

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I know just the spot, my hierochloe."

-*-

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

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

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

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

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

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

"TA-DAAAAA!"

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

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

"Huh?"

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

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

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

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

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

-*-

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

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

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

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

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

Hold up. Uniform?

"Nooooo... AHHHHHHH! "

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

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

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

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

"UHP-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-*-

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

-*-

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

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

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

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

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

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

When you looked over, he was gone.

-*-

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

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

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

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

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

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

She seemed relieved to see you.

"Um, h-hi??"

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

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

You stared at her, wondering what she meant.

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

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

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

You jump back in shock, hands up defensively.

"ME? WHAT DID I DO?? "

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

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

Your eyes widen. She continues.

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

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

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

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

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

You looked up, wiping tears from your eyes.

"Y... huh??"

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

"Huh?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

-*-

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

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

Wait, what?

You turned, but she was already gone.

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

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

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

"Ok, Brassius?"

A sob was hitched in his throat.

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

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

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

You looked down.

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

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

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

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

"Come with me, then, young trainer."

-*-

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Please, come. Sit over here."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But... you should??"

"Why?"

"Because I s-suck?"

A silence fell over the room.

"You..."

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

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

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

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

"For 5 weeks?"

"Um- yes."

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

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

"Erm-"

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah! Yeah, we, um-"

He decided to interrupt your odd ramble this time.

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

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

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

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

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

Your face heated up again, although he simply continued.

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

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

"Y-yerm..."

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

His face contorted into one of sheer confusion.

"Yerm??"

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

You trailed off. His gaze was transfixed on you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He grins.

It's sort of ardent, in a way.

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

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

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

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

A/N

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

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

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

[rokishimizu4]

A Artist’s Masterpiece

A Yandere Brassius (Pokemon SV Grass Gym Leader) x GN! Reader (18+, you creeps 😂)

‘The beauty, the grace, the way they so easily wield the power of fire to overthrow me for my gym badge. I MUST capture their beauty on my canvas, carve them into the finest marble.’ The thoughts spiral in my head as my Sudowoodo comes back to me, defeated so beautifully.

“Phew, that was a really good battle. I thought you were gonna win for a moment there.” You laugh as you cuddle your Fuecoco, who was low on HP but still so strong for you.

A heat fills my body as I praise you and your Pokémon, even helping them heal so you wouldn’t have to leave so soon.

“Avant-garde! My inspiration overflows with the beauty of our battle!” I speak in a rush, hardly stopping to take a single breath, to let you say anything else.

Only the confused look at you give me, stops me from saying any more, as if you weren’t use to it or that you don’t understand how your beauty, your strength, your EVERYTHING has became my new muse, my ONLY muse.

Handing over my gym badge, taking a picture, asking, demanding, that you stop by again for another battle, for another chance to see you fills my head until I can only think of you.

I allow no one else the privilege to defeat me so easily after you left, some might have a problem with it but I don’t care. Nothing else fills me with such intensity, the raw motivation to continue my work.

And it only became deeper, more wild, more lovely after seeing you in Mr. Hassel’s class, to have your eyes on me and only me.

It was a disappointment to have you answer wrong about how I was feeling when creating my Surrendering Sunflora, but you have just came to Paldea not long ago.

I have so much to teach you, my precious muse. So much to create for you.

In time you will learn to understand art, to understand me.

To learn to love me as I will love you.

Even if I have to destroy your hopes and dreams, to bury those in my way. You will learn.

Until then, become the strongest. Let everyone learn to fear you and look up to you.

Let them learn that they will never be good enough to touch you, to battle you, to talk to you.

Only I will, my precious innocent muse.

[crowborn666-writes]

Can we get a continuation of "Hassel, Brassius, and Larry with a Pregnant SO Headcanons"?

Hassel, Brassius and Larry with their baby/babies?

Please? 🥺

Hassel, Brassius, and Larry with their child

(Continuation of this headcanon)

Various x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Romantic

~~~~~~

Hassel

You both ended up with twins

They both look like him

They adore his Baxcalibur and it adores them back

When he isn’t busy with work, Hassel does his best to step up and give you a break

Will watch cartoons with them and compliment their doodles

Brassius

Your child ended up looking like you, and Brassius ended up over the moon

Helps out as much as he can, and you don’t fault him for being busy with his duty as a gym leader and artist

Will sometimes let your child join him in his art studio, so long as their careful

Does finger paintings with your child a lot and always makes sure their hands are clean of any art materials before letting them run off

Likes to hang your child’s paintings on their own special wall

Larry

Your child looks like a mix of you and Larry

Didn’t know what to do with himself when told he was on a paternity leave

So he busied himself with lightening your load of taking care of your child

Since he can hardly sleep, he gets up in the middle of the night to tend to your child’s needs, letting you get more rest

Nap time with your child? Absolutely

[ya-bug-boy]

Hiii it's my horny ass again

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

I just really like hypnosis :3

Brassius x AFAB NB Reader: Sex Pollen

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[charcadett]

Hello!!! Hi!!! Love you writings veru much!! You're doing great!!

Can I please request Brassius, Larry, Hassel and Rika (all separate) with their crush or s/o, who touch averse and touch starved at the same time? Like, you know, they are trying to overcome their fear somehow, but they don't know how. How trainers would help them?

Thank you!!

Touch averse and touch starved at once? Boy, do I know the feeling, lol. I love this prompt and also love these character so without further adieu

With A Touch Averse But Touch Starved S/O

Brassius

Incredibly patient with you. He has been in a similar situation in his youth, particular surrounding the years where he was sick. It was hard to allow people to touch you when you’ve been poked and prodded more often than not, but it’s even harder when you crave it all the same. Brassius will draw from his own experience and what he preferred back then and apply it to you. If what works for him doesn’t work for you, please tell him. Brassius is always willing to listen when it comes to your comfort. His first suggestion is to allow him to paint on your back. There’s a layer of distance, only his paintbrush will touch you. Whenever he puts a hand on you to steady you, he asks.

Hassel

Like Brassius, Hassel can relate to you. However, he relates more to being touch starved than touch averse. Affection was not commonplace growing up, leaving him desperate for something as small as a hug. Unlike Brassius, Hassel sees immediately that what worked for him may not work for you. His suggestion is to do various activities together to bring you closer together. Perhaps if you feel more comfortable with his presence, you will be more comfortable with physical contact. His suggestion is earnest, but he will openly admit he is looking forward to spending more time with you. Now, it’s cliché, but have you ever flown a kite? Would you like to right now?

Rika

She is going to approach this the best way she knows. By making a step-by-step plan, including a color coordinated planner. Contrary to popular belief, Rika is incredibly organized. She will sit down next to you and ask you to help her design a plan that suits your needs the best. Also, if you felt comfortable, would you go see a therapist with her. Someone who specializes in the subject would be able to help more than her, though that’s not for any lack of trying on Rika’s part. She can be a bit overwhelming at first, but her willingness to dive in head first at your behest makes your chest fill with warmth.

Larry

If there is one thing that Larry is, it’s awkward. He listens to your situation, but he isn’t sure how he can help. All of the suggestions his brain conjures feel mundane, and ultimately, unhelpful. After some prodding, he asks if he can acclimate you to his touch. Little by little, day by day. A hand on the shoulder, or his arm along the back of the couch. You can choose whether or not you want the contact to last longer or not. Larry feels the problem is too complex for such a simple solution. He’s flustered when you call him a genius. Over the next several months, he’s gentle with you. Larry almost treats you as if you were made of glass, but never pulls away when you lean further into him.

[kangen-wanshi]

5. "Don't hide your face from me" for Pokémon Brassius?

More ft. Brassius

Brassius was always humble - gentle, and soft when it comes to you. Although, you suppose sometimes some people has their limit.

Tags: suggestive, lots of kisses and touching, not gendered other than being called beautiful(?)

300 followers prompt events! Ongoing until 11th June 2023

Brassius is often gentle with his touch and kisses. Even after being with you for years now, he would usually still ask for your permission to even hold you. And you don’t mind that, you find his polite and gentleman side to be endearing and perhaps, adorable.

So when he suddenly pushed you against one of his work benches, an arm caging your side while the other roughly - yet gently - hold onto the side of your face and neck to pull your lips closer to his as he can only tilt his own to fit further into yours.

When you finally parted - much to his dismay - you could only pant while pushing your forehead onto his shoulder, clinging to the maroon fabric of his sleeve, face incredibly flushed from his sudden boldness. That was too much. You thought. It was certainly pleasant, you weren’t really prepared for that.

When you buried your face into his shoulder and neck, Brassius pulled his slender fingers through the lock of your hair, kissing the side of your head tenderly, basking in the smell of your shampoo and the heat building up on your cheek.

He tried to pull away, to continue whatever it was that he wishes to start, but when you bury yourself further to his neck and shoulder, he can only huff and chuckle, pushing you away just enough to watch your eyes staring at anywhere but his steel colored eyes.

“Beautiful,” he muttered under his breath as he watched you shy away from his touch, his calloused thumb running across your cheek as he watched the red on your face beautifully compliments your knitted brows and embarrassed frown. When you tried to push yourself back to his shoulder, he abruptly stopped you with his hands on your arms, chuckling, while his other hand firmly held the side of your face to yet again - forcefully but gently, to make you finally look up to him.

“Don’t hide yourself from me, beautiful,” he kissed the corner of your lips, licking it, as one of his hands found its way to your waist, “I wish to see more of it - more of you. So please, don’t hide your beauty away from me.”

“Let me see all of you.”

[lonelydusknoir]

Glittering Gold

AO3 Requested by: Nobody! I just decided to do this

This is a Brassius x Reader fic!! Mildly self indulgent even though I don’t really simp for this guy

CW - Near death experience but everything’s fine, no angst here!! Hope you guys love ghost types as much as I do

Paintings of various sizes were placed against the wall, stacked (somewhat) neatly, or hanging proudly for guests to see. Each artwork was given careful examination by Brassius. No detail went left unadmired. Even your amateur work was given praise. But paintings weren’t the only things you worked on. You had a couple of sketches lying about, along with a few clay crafts and Pokémon-shaped sculptures. 

As Brassius praised you for your work, you mumbled your thanks and yawned. It was too early for you to be up. You wanted to sleep in until it became the afternoon. Or maybe until the sun was ready to set in the horizon. Either way, you didn’t want to be awake. But besides that, the thought of food had your mind occupied. You were barely listening to what Brassius had to say about your art, but you don’t think he has noticed yet. 

He strolled around the room once more, getting one final look of everything before joining you for breakfast, but something caught his eye. His gaze turned to a golden coffin which seemed to shimmer from the morning light. When Brassius got closer, he was quick to realize how tall it was. It seemed to be around his height. A life-sized coffin! You’ve talked about your creations before, but he doesn’t remember you bringing up anything about a coffin. It was truly impressive.

“Avant-garde!” Brassius exclaimed, fingertips gliding over the surface of the coffin. “My beloved, how long did it take you to create this piece? It appears as though you used real gold!”

You hummed, having no idea which one of your artworks he was talking about. “Let’s see.. Uh… several months or somethin’. Maybe more than that, I don’t know. It’s hard to keep track, art can be pretty time consuming. But… you know that already.”

He grinned at your words and muttered “Fascinating!”

The mask that sat atop of the coffin gave him an odd feeling. An emotion akin to intense mourning and despair. The energy practically radiated off it, surrounding his entire being in the sad sensation. And he absolutely loved it. Brassius wondered just how you were able to put such feelings in a simple design. He had to ask you about it. Reaching up, the pads of his fingertips brushed against the mask’s cheek before he was met with a startling face. 

Red, glowing eyes revealed themselves, then a sharp-toothed grin. The coffin rattled before multiple shadowy hands emerged from the sides. The coffin lifted itself up to tower over Brassius. The man blinked, frozen from shock. 

“...Truly fascinating indeed.” Were the only words he could say. 

The coffin let out a low groan, which transformed into a cackle. Its teeth began to part, only to slam shut. Either it was a form of intimidation, or it was letting Brassius know that he was going to become its meal. The air around him suddenly felt cold as beads of sweat formed on his skin. He didn’t have any of his Pokemon to protect him, and his vine whip would probably do little damage. Even if it could deter it, he’ll only risk angering it or damaging its precious golden body. Brassius exhaled quietly before calling out your name.

“My beloved! It seems as though.. One of your masterpieces came to life!”

You blinked, brain slowly processing the words your boyfriend said. Did one of your ghost types decide to pull a prank on him? You couldn’t think of which one would try doing that. Your Dusknoir was far too stoic to be playful and your Gengar wasn’t too active during mornings. The only ghost type of yours who would decide to pull a prank this early would be Banette, but last time you checked, it was snuggled comfortably under the blankets. You scratched your cheek as you pondered a little more. Once the realization hits, anxiety instantly forms into a knot as you run into the other room. 

“Cofagrigus! Hands to yourself!” You shouted. The coffin’s eyes met yours, then retracted its arms. It let out a happy cry before settling itself against the wall once more. A sigh left your lips as your shoulders slumped. “Oh, Arceus mio… Do you have any idea how close you were to becoming a mummy?” 

Brassius took another look at your Pokemon. “Hm, seems like I have mistaken your Cofagrigus as one of your beautiful artworks. But even with a single glance at its design, you could tell that it’s truly marvelous!”

Your Cofagrigus let out a purr-like grumble, its shadowy limbs reappearing to wave its hands in the air. A smile appeared on Brassius’ face at the ghost’s joyous reaction. He took a few steps forward and placed a hand near its face. Right where its cheek would be without touching its shadowy face.

You really didn’t have much to say. “Uh. Yeah, sure,” you said before pointing to the mask on the coffin’s forehead. “By the way, don’t touch that. Basically, that little mask has a connection to its past life or whatever so, Cofagrigus gets really fussy if you touch it. And.. a bit aggressive if you’re a stranger. Sorry for not introducing the two of you.”

“Is that so?” Brassius turned his head to look back at you before focusing on your Pokemon. “I see. I feel a bit embarrassed for making that mistake.. But I am not familiar with the majority of Pokemon outside of Paldea, so do accept my apologies.”

You feel as though he meant the last part to your Cofagrigus, but you smile anyways. Despite the near-death experience he had with your beloved coffin Pokémon, they seem to be getting along just fine. You start to wonder if you’ll see Brassius work on a painting of it.. Perhaps almost getting turned into a mummy can give someone a bit of inspiration.

[pokemon-headcanons-and-imagines]

Hello!

This is my new account made specifically for Pokemon related stuff.

You can call me Larry and I use any pronouns.

I will be writing different headcanons and imagines/scenarios of characters from The Pokemon series.

All the rules are under the cut.

As well as a masterlist.

MOVED TO MAIN ACCOUNT

I will NOT write:

• NSFW

• Pokephilia

• Pedophilia

• Incest

• Angst

I will write:

I can write many different hcs and imagines.

Romantic, platonic, parental, any other sort of headcannons.

I can write ships and x readers (including poly).

As mentioned ealier any pokemon and characters I consider to be children will be written platonically.

Reader will be gender neutral unless it's stated in the request.

I write for Generation 1-9 (+ Legends Arceus).

Pokemon, Gym Leaders/Kahunas, Professors, Villains, Elite Fours, Champions and any other types of characters. Just say the word and my command it shall be.

I can't promise that I'll do it quickly because of school and other life stuff. But I'll certainly try my best.

Masterlist:

Kanto:

Nothing here yet

Johto:

Nothing here yet

Hoenn:

Maxie as the Reader's father

Steven flirting

Sinnoh:

Nothing here yet

Unova:

N as an older brother figure

N having a crush on you

Emmet with an S/O who's not used to being cared for

N meating a reader with a Hisuian Zoroa

N with a rival who's easily flustered

N with a Reader who's a ghost

Kalos:

Nothing here yet

Alola:

Guzma with an S/O who's not used to being cared for

Guzma with an S/O who's a who's a parental figure to Team Skull

Galar:

Hop meeting Reader from another region

Hop with a parent figure Reader

Leon flirting

Hisui:

Nothing here yet

Paldea:

Rika, Larry and Hassel with a Trans!Reader who is their future child and traveled back in time

Hassel, Brassius and Larry having a crush on you

Larry and a Reader trying to get help with their anxiety

Other:

General Headcanons about Fallers

[r0-boat]

what pokemon characters do you wanna write about? 👀👀 besides dommy daddy rika ofc ofc

Most characters I write about nowadays are kind of side swept gym leaders or characters that usually get overshadowed by super popular characters in their same Gen

This is mostly dudes aaa since a lot of the women I really like I've already written for

Morty🥰😘😚

Falkner Volkner

I wrote about roark a few times.

Wallace and Eusine He's a cutie

Oh my God I really want to write about a lot of elite four especially Lucian and Will💖😘❤️(I have this crackpot theory that Lucian and Will are Avery's older brothers or at least related)

Avery is also in this list.

(I really really want to right a Avery X reader where his Brothers come to visit him and they see you [let's just say Avery and you have a complicated relationship] and So they decide just once they'll help their little brother out. Orr tease him a little bit, just to give Avery that push to finally let go of his feelings (jealous Avery anyone) )

Obviously the champions but I'm more likely to lean towards Lance and Steven because I don't get to write about them often.

Milo it's such a cutie Oh my god

I really have bisexual thoughts about some characters in the Pokémon New horizons anime You probably know who (Freide and Orla my beloved also that fucker with the Umbreon I don't know his name I love him)

I have some thoughts about lieutenant Surge👀

Aaaa someday Brycen (especially Brycen Man I don't know why but I spin him around in my brain every night. PokeStar studios still got a grip on my soul)

Burgh👀

Larry and kabu but recently leaning more towards Kabu since I write Larry quite a bit

I want to write Lorelei but her cool woman aura frightens my poor gay heart.

Grushaaaa aaaaa

GEETA AAA

Still think about Nanu

Brassius🥰❤️👏 Brassius x reader x Hassel💖💖😘❤️😘😍😘

Professor Sycamore

💖😘😍Dulse🥰❤️(nobody probably remembers or knows him but I never forget him He's the love of my life.)

[charcadett]

what if Brassius vampire huh what about that literally throw any and all thots* and headcanons at me

*thoughts

Ohhhhhh hell yeah vampire Brassius, you don’t gotta tell me twice heheh

Vampire Brassius Headcanons

- His sporadic sleep schedule is much more stressful. There’s no guarantee he sleeps through the entire day. In fact, there’s no guarantee he even stays inside. You catch him lathering himself up with sunscreen, covering every inch of his skin with fabric, and grabbing an umbrella to look at a particular landmark during the day. Sunlight won’t kill him immediately, but you’ve had to soothe his burns with a handful of aloe vera more times than you can count. Normally, you’d say his excited rambling makes this worth it. With his life at stake, you're a bit more frustrated. While there is no stopping Brassius from doing something he wants to do, your puppy dog eyes manage it more often than not.

- As a vampire, Brassius is enamored by your blood. Maybe even more so than other vampires. It’s your life force, your very essence. The fact you trust him with it makes him swoon. You taste sweeter than anything he’s ever had. He treats it, and you, reverently. Any blood you share with him, he considers a gift from Mother Nature herself. Brassius leaves lingering kisses against your pulse, tracing his cold fingers along your veins. It’s not a stretch to say he worships the ground you walk on. It’s not just your blood that has him so obsessed, but the fact that it’s sourced from you and the trust you bestow upon him.

- Human Brassius bites. You would think with a set of fangs, vampire Brassius would take this to another level. Quite the opposite. Hurting you is the last thing he would ever do. As much as he wants to mark you, he refuses. It takes your explicit consent, and even then, he only leaves a gentle nip against your skin. He treats you almost as if you’re made of glass. Brassius is very aware of his strength. Even if he’s not as strong as other vampires, he knows his strength outclasses yours by a mile. His touch is feather-light and gentle.

- No matter if Brassius is a human or a vampire, first and foremost, Brassius is an artist. And what in this world speaks to him the most, the very thing that embodies his love and passion? To put it bluntly, let him paint with your blood. Let him incorporate your blood into the sculptures he creates. It would mean everything to him to immortalize a piece of yourself and put it into the world for all to see. He will offer to turn you. To spend eternity with you is what he wants most in the world, but even vampires die. He hopes to create something of you that will stand even when you fall. When he meets his end, as long as a piece of you remains to garner the love and attention that you deserve, he can die fulfilled.

[charcadett]

hello! may i request a brassius x reader who has a primarina? and can the reader be either gender neutral or masc? thanks!

Hello fellow Popplio enjoyer! It’s my favorite Alola starter and one of my favorite starter lines in general hehe.

Brassius And A Masc S/O Who Has A Primarina

- As a Grass-type specialist, Brassius has little to no experience with Water-types outside of absolutely demolishing them in a type matchup. When he first lays eyes on your Pokemon, he’s taken aback. Popplio and its evolutionary line are Alola natives and rare to boot. It's more than likely that Brassius has never seen a Primarina before. No matter what Pokemon you have, Brassius will care for it because it's yours. Primarina, on the other hand, becomes an instant favorite. I hope you’re okay with joint custody because Brassius isn’t giving you much of a choice with how he’s gushing over it. Primarina is soaking up the attention like a sponge.

- What draws him is its beauty. Just as its Pokedex entry says, for Primarina, battle is a stage. It's frills, it’s flowing hair, and it’s elegant singing voice fill Brassius with inspiration to last him years. The fact that such a Pokemon isn’t native to Paldea is a crime to him, and he will voice this opinion loudly.

- Despite your more masculine appearance, you compliment your Pokemon perfectly. The contrast piques his interest. Despite its feminine appearance, Primarina is most commonly male. He loves to watch you battle. So much so, he finds himself getting distracted. Seeing you behind your Pokemon, glowing in the sun as it sings an aria. As a halo of water catches the light, he nearly throws the battle to get into his studio as fast as possible. You and your Primarina are the subjects of many sculptures. Your Pokemon basks in the attention it brings.