#pokemon fluff fic

[libraryofgage]

Steddie Pokemon AU

So, Pokemon Concierge is on Netflix, and it's just so good guys. Like, it gives me the same vibes that Pokemon Soul Silver does. I can't explain it, but it hit right in the yearning part of me that wants to live in a Pokemon world.

Anyway, I wrote this to kinda counteract that yearning lmao

This is a fluffy AU, very wholesome and little-to-no angst. If there is any, none of it is related to Steddie. It also jumps back and forth, showing Steddie's life now and the journey of them getting together and settling down.

Let me know if you'd like to be tagged!

And, as always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;)

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Present

Steve slowly approaches the agitated Rapidash. His hands are raised to be visible, his shoulders are relaxed, and Dustin is standing with his Vaporeon a few feet away just in case he needs to put out a fire or two. Steve's Dragonite is standing behind Dustin, ready to pull him away at the first sign of trouble. The Rapidash glares at Steve warily, smoke billowing from its nostrils as it moves back and forth in its tiny enclosure. A fire-proof strip of leather is wrapped around its snout, keeping it from biting or snapping at anyone who wanders too close.

On his head, Steve's Buneary, named Bunna on a whim by El, shifts anxiously, her ears perked as she tugs at his hair. He doesn't give any indication that he notices, keeping his eyes on the Rapidash. When he's a few steps away, the Rapidash's eyes widen and it rears back, making Steve freeze.

He takes a deep breath, keeping his heart at a calm pace. "I'm not gonna hurt you," he says, his voice low and soothing. "My name is Steve. This is one of my partners, Bunna. We're not really from around here, but you could probably tell, huh? We traveled here from Hawkins. That's a tiny little town off Route 86. Really pretty, big fields to roam and a forest all around. You can even see the stars at night."

As he speaks, the Rapidash slowly calms down, shifting occasionally but no longer rearing back. The animosity in its eyes has diminished some as well, leaving behind a hesitant wariness. Steve smiles gently, taking another step closer. When the Rapidash doesn't try to warn him away, he continues to slowly approach.

He reaches the fence of the enclosure this time and slowly exhales. "Can I?" he asks, slowly reaching out only to freeze when the Rapidash snorts in warning. "Okay, no problem."

When Steve drops his hand again, Bunna takes it as her cue. She hops off Steve's head, balances carefully on the fence, and chitters as she approaches the Rapidash. It's fine with other Pokemon, allowing her to come close enough to reach the leather strip wrapped around its snout. Bunna pokes it a few times with a pink-topped ear, jumps onto the Rapidash's snout to step on the strip with her paw, and then hops back down.

"Bun!" she shouts, waving her paws at the Rapidash. "Bu, Neary, Ne Ne, Bunear." As she speaks, she gestures to Steve with her ears.

After a few moments, the Rapidash puffs out another little cloud of smoke, and Bunna nods. She turns and jumps onto Steve, landing on his shoulder and settling there happily. "Thank you," he says, reaching up to gently scratch under her chin before approaching the Rapidash.

This time, it doesn't move, but it does watch closely. Steve continues to be slow and gentle, reaching up to feel along the leather strip. He eventually finds the clasp holding it in place and carefully pulls it loose. Once he's gently tugged it off, the Rapidash snorts and stretches its jaw, revealing teeth that could easily clamp down on Steve's hands.

They don't, though. Instead, the Rapidash studies Steve for a few more seconds before nudging its snout against his hands. Steve smiles wider, gently smoothing the fur that had been flattened by the leather. "I'm gonna let you out now, okay? And then we can go back to Hawkins and you can rest for as long as you'd like," he promises.

Once he's finally gotten the Rapidash out of its enclosure and comfortable enough to travel, he waves for Dustin to slowly approach. The Rapidash moves to stand behind Steve, wary but not aggressive with Steve acting as its shield. "Man, I thought it was gonna bite your hand off," Dustin says, his shoulders slumped with relief as his Vaporeon winds around his feet. "I was ready to call out your Chancey."

Steve waves off his concern. "No, it wouldn't hurt me unless I spooked it," he says, feeling the Rapidash gently nudge him in the back. He looks over his shoulder, noting the impatience in its eyes and its eagerness to leave this place already. "All right, all right, we're going."

"Can we visit Eddie when we get back?" Dustin asks, watching as Vaporeon scampers up Dragonite's tail and settles on his head.

"If he's not busy. It's spring, Dustin. You know he gets more challengers in spring."

Dustin grins. "Yeah," he says, "I wanna see him kick their asses."

Steve snorts, reaching over and shoving the bill of Dustin's cap down.

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Past

Technically, this is the third time they've met, if Steve could even call it meeting. The first two times he and the other boy crossed paths, it was while Steve was leaving a gym, riding the high of victory. He'd nodded to the boy in greeting before hurrying to the Pokemon Center to heal his team and plan a celebration dinner.

The third time they meet, they're in Juniper Village, and it's raining. Steve is sitting in one of the many fields in the village, letting himself get soaked as he wallows in his own misery over his third failed gym battle. His Dratini is curled up next to him, his Ralts is moping in his lap, and his Riolu is leaning against his back, nearly as devastated as Steve. If not for the rain, his Growlithe would be out as well.

Maybe it's dramatic of Steve, but he's allowed a little drama sometimes. It's not like he walked into the gym expecting to win with ease, but the wall he keeps hitting shows no sign of cracking, and a quiet whisper in the back of his mind keeps saying this is where his journey ends. He'll never get past the Juniper Village Gym, he'll never reach the Elite Four, and he'll never prove to his parents that wanting to spend his time with Pokemon is more than a childish fantasy he should get over.

His eyes are just beginning to sting when something rolls into his knee. Steve blinks, looking down to see a Sandshrew pop open and tilt its head at him. He's about to cover it with his jacket (it can't possibly be comfortable in the rain) when a hand with ring-covered fingers reaches out and gently knocks the Pokemon on the head. With a quiet poof the Sandshrew disappears and a Zoroa snickers.

Someone plops down on the ground next to Steve, huffing softly when the Zoroa jumps into their lap. "So, is this some new training tactic I don't know about?" they ask.

When Steve looks up, he locks eyes with the boy he's met in passing outside the last two gyms. His hair is plastered to his face, and he seems to have no intention of picking up the umbrella he's abandoned to the side. "What?" Steve asks.

"This whole sitting in the rain thing," the boy says, waving one hand to gesture to the weather as his other rubs between Zoroa's ears. "I've heard of sitting under waterfalls, but this one is stumping me."

Without thinking, Steve blurts out, "I'm moping."

He blinks, feeling his face grow hot as he quickly looks away. It just gets worse when the guy snorts, the laughter piercing right through Steve's chest. It makes him think of his parents and the way they'd derisively laugh whenever he spoke about fighting gym leaders and traveling the region. His Ralts shifts in his lap, burying its head in his stomach as it picks up on his emotional shift.

"Hi, Moping," the boy says, "I'm Eddie."

Whatever Steve had been feeling comes to a screeching halt, his emotions nearly tripping over themselves as he processes what he just heard. When it finally clicks, his whips his head around to stare at the boy, Eddie, taking in his amused grin. "Did you just...make a dad joke?" he asks.

"Yep," Eddie says, making the 'p' sound pop. "Did it work?"

Surprisingly, yes. It was so abrupt that Steve suddenly feels that sitting here in the rain because he lost a gym battle is just absurd. "Yeah," he says, his voice soft.

Eddie grins wider, leaning closer and bumping their shoulders like they've been friends this whole time. "So, what's your name really, big boy?"

"Steve. My name is Steve." he says, getting a slight smile of his own. Then he realizes something and looks around them. The area is completely empty except for him, Eddie, and their Pokemon. Everyone else in Juniper Village is smart enough to stay inside when it's raining like this. "What are you doing?"

"Well, I saw this guy who usually looks very proud of himself just moping in the rain, so I figured I'd try to cheer him up a little out of the goodness of my heart."

"Really?" Steve asks, narrowing his eyes. "The goodness of your heart?" He wouldn't be surprised if it was less the goodness of Eddie's heart and more the prospect of getting acquainted with the heir to the Harrington TM/HM corporation.

"Okay, fine," Eddie says, holding his free hand up in surrender. Steve braces himself, trying to cut off any disappointment before it can be felt. "You just looked like such a pathetic little depressed Lillipup that I couldn't help approaching you."

Steve blinks again, utterly speechless as he stares at Eddie. After a few seconds, he finally manages to say, "I'm not a Lillipup."

"Really, Stevie?" Eddie asks, his tone and grin becoming amused, "That's the part of that sentence you got caught on?"

For some reason, that's what makes Steve crack. It starts slow, with a tiny smile, and eventually becomes breathless laughter as he leans back and nearly crushes his Riolu. It ducks out from behind Steve, sliding to sit next to his Dratini, and stares at him in utter confusion as he falls into the muddy grass behind him. Raindrops fall into his mouth and mud stains his clothes, but Steve doesn't care.

He hears Eddie fall onto his back as well and looks over to see his Zoroa circling his stomach before settling. Eddie grins at Steve, and they enjoy the rain together for a few more minutes before dashing to the nearest Pokemon Center to get dry.

[i-write-boop-spoops]

Rainy evenings - Guzma x reader

short, but cute guzma fic (approx 400 words)! thanks for the request anon! no warnings, just fluff! gn! reader!

prooofreading? in this economy? i think NOT!

Enjoy!

It’s raining outside.

Soft, gentle pattering on the roof. The breeze too, is tender and quiet. Raindrops dawdle down the window glass and catch in the light of the nearby streetlamp. The night sky is heavy with dark cloud, yellow light leaks in through the open curtains. Aside from the odd rattling or snicker that is common in the Shady House, it is oddly serene.

It’s moments like this that make it hard to imagine Guzma as the big bad boss. With his face buried so thoroughly in your chest and his large arms wrapped so tightly, but lovingly, around your waist, seemingly fast asleep, he resembles more of a needy stufful than anything remotely tough or intimidating.

Your fingers absentmindedly play with his fluffy white hair; recently washed that evening, it is still a touch damp and smells strongly of mint. Coupled with the duvet, his body radiates a luscious warmth, one that even on a miserable night like this, makes you feel like you’ve just stepped into a perfectly heated bath. His weight atop you, is just an added bonus.

Really you don’t know why you’re still awake. You have seldom been as utterly at peace as you are now, listening to the rain while snuggling with the love of your life. You’re happy though, to witness him like this. You can’t see his face, but you know his expression is undoubtedly precious.

Still, you should probably get some shut-eye. You have a somewhat early start, meeting an old friend for brunch. You sigh and remove your hand from his hair, intent on hunkering down for the night,

He stirs, his hand slithers out from bemeath you and grabs your wrist, placing your hand back on his head. He doesn’t utter a thing, nor does he lift his head up from your chest, instead he just returns to embracing you.

You stifle a chuckle; the sound no doubt reverberating in your chest. It’s honestly one of the most adorable things you’ve ever seen him do – and yet, it was so undeniably him at the same time. You lean in and place a kiss on his forehead, his locks tickling your nose, you feel him nuzzle your chest and hug you tighter in response.

You run your finger through his hair again, slowly, carefully, lulling him, and yourself, into that cosy, dreamy, liminal space between wakefulness and sleep. Your eyes fall closed and as you listen to the rain, while your beloved rests peacefully on your chest.

[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

[steddieunderdogfics]

the gym leader and the metalhead by helix_stomper

@pixelizedrifles

Rating: Mature

7,310 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Alternate Universe - Pokemon, Pre-Relationship, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Fluff and Humor, Happy Ending, Getting Together, Kissing, Pokemon Battles, Gym Challenges (Pokemon)

Summary:

“May I just say—it is, as always, an honor to bask in the King’s presence once again for another glorious morning.” Steve’s lips curled up in a smile he couldn’t keep bitten down. “It’s one p.m., Munson.” “As always, an honor to bask in the King’s presence once again for another glorious afternoon.” Munson liked nicknames. Steve learned that from the first time they met. He also learned that Munson was insufferable to a fault, that he almost exclusively stuck to dark and fairy types, and that he was probably the worst Pokémon trainer in the world. —— or A Pokémon AU where Steve is a stand-in Gym Leader and Eddie is a trainer who purposefully loses their battles so he can come back and see him.

This is a MOD rec as a part of our Fic Fridays.

Know a fic that deserves extra love? Submit through our asks or the submission box!

[dipplinduo]

Sweet and Sour Dipplins

*In the Polar Biome*

Kieran, taking off his jacket: It's too cold here. Wear this.

Juliana: I'm wearing enough, but thanks anyway.

*In the Canyon Biome*

Kieran, giving Juliana his jacket: There are a lots of sharp corners here. Put this on!

Juliana: I'll be fine Kieran. Don't worry.

*In the Savanna Biome*

Kieran, wrapping his jacket around her waist: The grass here is too long and can irritate your legs. Keep this around your waist.

Juliana: You don't have to do that Kieran...

*In the Coastal Biome*

Juliana, in her Ribombee themed swim dress: This is really nice-

Kieran, putting his jacket over her shoulders: We're too close to the Polar Biome.

Juliana: Kieran, I'll be okay!

I have nothing to add except I absolutely adore this one so goddamn much & I'm gushing. :'/)

[yelansgirlfriend]

Hey I’m not sure if you write for the new Pokémon characters but if you do then please may I ask for headcannons with Grusha and a s/o being stuck in the snow my mountains in a storm and searching for s/o?

a/n: I have not played the new game but I did do a fair bit of research for this. I apologize if this isn't accurate!

spoilers! (not really but kinda)

He gets worried quickly. You had left to go on a walk about 3 hours ago and you hadn't taken any of your Pokémon with you so he headed out to look for you. He sent out his Altaria to search for you from above while him and his beartic walked in the snow together. After a bit of looking, he heard his Altaria making a lot of noise trying to get his attention and trying to get him to follow it. He followed Altaria and it eventually led him to you. Beartic was able to move the rocks out of the so Grusha could get to you and as soon as he could he ran over to you taking his scarf off and wrapping it around you trying to warm you up. He set you on Altaria's back and he took you back to your shared house. He cuddled up with you for the rest of the afternoon and made sure you were warm enough and that you were alright. From that day forward he always insists you take your Pokémon with you when you go on walks.

[shadowstep]

I haven't work on this fic for 3 months and I felt like I was neglecting my child. So, enjoy some birthday shenanigans involving Kieran and Florian to help alleviate my guilt.

Or Chapter 9 is the birthday chapter of this fic that is intended to give fluff to light up the angst I've written for the sopping cat boy.

[fandom-friday]

Of Snuggles and Ice Cream by Shadeseeker44 (https://archiveofourown.org/works/48535231/chapters/122427199) Batman, Pokemon. Buddy strives to be the best Growlithe he can be for his favorite human Jason. But he will do absolutely anything for snuggles and ice cream. This fic is told from the perspective of a Growlithe that is Jason’s childhood pokemon. It goes from the day Jason takes him home (before his mother dies) to when Jason confronts Tim at Titans Tower. The way this fic ends was so unexpected, but so heartwarming and funny! You can’t really fight someone when your dog is dragging you away for food, can you?

HI I LOVE THIS CROSSOVER. AND ALSO, I WANT A GROWLITHE. VERY JEALOUS. AND HE SEEMS SO SWEET. SNUGGLES AND ICE CREAM? LET HIM HAVE THEM ALL. It sounds fluffy (in more ways than one) and I LOVE IT. Thanks so much for sending this one in!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

[cochineal-leviat]

"A week before being allowed back to Blueberry Academy after their mission in Area Zero’s Underdepths, Flore and Kieran go out and eat ice cream. They have an interesting conversation about names, and Kieran thinks about recent events - wondering if things will ever be okay again."

This is a prequel to Ghimmghoul for your thoughts? But reading it is not necessary to enjoy this or vice versa. Flore is a combination of Julliana and Florian and the unofficial nonbinary option I created for the player character. Please enjoy this birthday gift from me to you!

(Yesterday was my birthday ( •̀ ω •́ )

[giggly-squiggily]

Trying my luck with this aaaaa but hello friend! It's been a while, I hope you're taking care always ✨

I heard you're opening requests again and am honestly not quite sure if this'll go through considering the focus on Scarlet/Violet as of late, but if it's not too much to ask, I'd love to see a little drabble featuring my sacredshipping sweeties. Maybe Eusine's been feeling down on his luck as of late with his Suicune-chasing turning up fruitless, and Morty decides to cheer him up with a little weakness of his that he's known since childhood? (Though he has to be careful, since Eusine most definitely knows how to turn it around on him just as easily, hehe/////)

Only if it's alright of course! Speaking of pkmn though, I've been loving all the Arven content. He deserves all the warmth and laughs and comfort especially with everything he's been put through :'D

That's all from me, have a wonderful day ahead :} 💖💫

Hey friend! :D This is beyond late- my apologies! God I love these two; friend you're making me fall in LOVE! I've gotcha covered! :D (Oh you're so sweet! Thank you so much! I need to write more Arven stuff eventually; he is the definition of comfort goals!)

Have an amazing day friend! I hope you like it :D

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@thatbigbisexual29 @gladdygirl18 @cupcake-spice13 @t-wordiiish @sarahmaystock5578 @rachi-roo

Another day, another lack of Suicune sightings.

Eusine wasn’t a foolish man. He understood legendaries were referred to as such for a reason, and he knew going into this quest there’d be periods of time where nothing seemed to come out of it.

It didn’t make his defeat feel any less intense. Expected, but just as hard hitting.

“Eusine, check this out.” Morty flopped beside his slumped figure, a map in hand showing the town over. “They got a pokemon cafe! You can order drinks with them drawn in the foam! You love that kind of thing!”

“Do they now?” He sounded so miserable it hurt. Morty puffed out his chest as he gave the map a wiggle, aiming for more flair.

“Yeah! They also make different cakes. A Gengar Forest Gateau, a Poliwag Swiss roll, and a Sui- '' Whoops. Morty realized his mistake far too late. Just the beginning of the word zapped away any intrigue from his boyfriend’s eyes, casting them dark with defeat.. “-Cone…sorry, Eu. That was insensitive.”

“No, no, please don’t apologize.” He reached out, squeezing Morty’s hand before the blonde could linger on it. “You’re fine, truly. All of that sounds amazing, and I’d love to go with you. I just…” He looked out at the scenery- bitter acceptance coloring his sad smile. “I’m just finding it hard right now to be excited.”

Morty understood that. How many times did he feel just as defeated over missed chances catching a Spiritomb? He remembered venting to Eusine once over it after what felt like the final chance- utterly pissed until his boyfriend-

The ghost trainer blinked. Then he looked at Eusine. Would it work? Failure would prove disastrous.

Eusine’s sad smile wavered, strengthening Morty’s resolve. Some risks were worth it.

“Finding it hard, eh?” Morty fought down his grin, shooting a finger into Eusine’s side. “Very well- I’ll just have to find it for you!”

“Eeek!” Eusine jerked at the touch, rubbing at his side. He leaned away as he stared, knowing exactly where this was going. “M-Morty, don’t you da-Ahahahre!”

Poke, poke, poke. Morty shot both hands forward to rapidly jab at his torso, grinning at the various squeaks and yelps the other man let out at his touch. “Gotcha! Come on, Eu- give me a smile!”

“Ehehehe! EHheehehehhahahhaha!” Eusine doubled over at the pokes, his seemingly permanent frown quickly melting into a wobbly smile as he tried to catch his boyfriend’s hands. “M-Mohohohorty! Mohohorty, my lohohohove pleahahahhase!” He squealed when those pokes turned into gentle squeezing, kneading at his sides and nearly sending him tumbling to the ground. “Ahehahahaha, it tihiihihickles!”

“Does it now? I wouldn’t have known!” Morty laughed with him, scooting closer and moving his hands to the brunette’s ribs. “Given how you’re always tickling me, I’d assume you weren’t ticklish anymore! Now I know the truth!”

“Ahehahaha-heheheehheihiiihihihiii!” Eusine let out a long winded wheeze as he sank backwards, curling up to the best of his abilities. It did nothing to prevent Morty doubling his efforts, scribbling into his belly and earning even more giggly squeals. “Mhiihihihy loohohohove! My loohohohohoove, hahahahve mehehehehhrcy!”

“Mercy? Oh alright- only because you’re cute.” Morty winked before pulling his hands back, watching Eusine gasp for air beneath him. His cheeks were rosy, eyes shiny with unshed tears as he tipped his head back. Such a pretty sight. The ghost trainer wanted to kiss him.

…Well?

“Yooohohu’re so-Mmph!” Eusine yelped when Morty leaned in and did just that, capturing his lips with his own. A quick kiss, but the effect lingered as Eusine softened before him. “Wehhell…I suuhuhpose that made the whole tickling thing worth it.”

“Suppose?” Morty raised a brow, yelping when his sides were grabbed. “E-Euhuhuhusine!”

“Supposed indeed. While I do appreciate the kiss, I think this is what I really want.” Bodies shifted. The worldview got turned, and before long Eusine had Morty pinned beneath him, scribbling into his sides and making the blonde shriek and gasp. “You truly didn’t believe you could tickle me and get away with it, did you?”

“Gahhahahahaha! Gheehahhahahhahaha nahhahahahah! Nahahhahaha I dihihihihidn’t thihihihink thahahaht at ahahahahhahall!” Morty cackled out, thrashing like a bull against the grass. “Ehehehehehehu, cohohohohohome ohoohhooh, I’m shhahahahahhhahahrry!”

“No you’re not.” Eusine pointed out without malice. He reached down and gave Morty’s legs a squeeze, making him scream.

“FIHIHIHINE FIHIIHHINE I’M NOOHOHOT! GEHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA, EUHUHUHU!” The blonde squirmed so hard he flipped on his belly, limbs spasming until he tucked them in as Eusine pinched along the backs of his thighs. “I DOOHOHOHN’T REGREHEHEHT IT! GAHHAHA MOHOHOHOVE SOHOHOMEWHHEWHHERE EHEHEHELSE!”

“Hehe, bad spot?” Eusine laughed as he went back to his torso, dancing his fingers into Morty’s ribs and making him shriek. “My my, you’re ticklish just about everywhere! How could I ever forget such an endearing tidbit about my beloved?” He leaned in to kiss Morty’s neck, smiling against burning skin as the blonde slapped the ground rapidly. “Giving up so soon? Very well.”

He pulled his hands back, nearly choking himself on laughter at the skittery sprint Morty took to put distance between them. The ghost trainer tried looking tough, but Eusine’s wheezy giggles broke down his glare. He soon was laughing just as much as he returned to his side. “Arceus, you’re too good at that! I was about to see the light! My grandmother’s gengar was standing there with a pot of her homemade stew.” Morty shuttered, slightly green. “I think if I ate that, it’d be the true end of me.”

“Pfft! Aheahhahha!” Eusine waved a hand frantically, the other covering his smiling face as he laughed on. Morty grinned at the sight, drinking it like fine wine. It was such a nice change from earlier. “Ohoohohho! Ohoho, my- I lohohohove you so much, Morty.”

“Hehe, I love you too.” He leaned in and kissed his cheek, flipping out the map he held earlier. “So, about that cafe..?”

In response, Eusine’s stomach growled, making the blonde snort. “Oh hush, you!” Blushing pink, he laughed softly as he let Morty pull him to his feet, keeping his hand within his own. “Very well- let us go and try it. I’m rather interested in that Sui-Cone dessert you mentioned earlier.”

High above, out of sight and forgotten briefly in their plans, a lone dog sat. It watched them go with curious eyes, its mighty mane floating behind it in waves. It waited until they were out of sight before running off once more, awaiting their next encounter.

Thanks for reading!

[kamiyae]

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[artsy0wl]

Sweet Little Thing (Mysteriousstoneshipping VoloxJacq Fic)

A little something for this ship. A touch of fluff while I think about possible angst fics.

“And that is how you know your Arcanine trusts you.”

Kids gravitated towards Arcanine as he rolled around on the grass. A lesson on Pokémon behavior and how to recognize trust sounded like a simple enough topic. And with Arcanine being a pretty lax and friendly Pokémon, he was the perfect practice.

“He’s so soft.” A girl stated while petting Arcanine.

“That he is.” Jacq agreed. “He loves bath time. So much so that he’ll play around and get messy every time a storm rolls through.”

“But I thought Fire types hate water.” A boy chimed in.

“They do,” Jacq confirmed, “but primarily in battle. Even big, strong Fire types get thirsty and need water. And sometimes, they need to get clean. For example, a Flareon’s coat needs to be brushed and maintained to keep its coat fluffy. So they need to be lightly bathed and groomed. On the flip side, it’s a known fact that you shouldn’t douse a Charmander’s tail in water because it would have life threatening effects. It’s all about the Pokémon and their limits. This fella,” Jacq gestured to Arcanine, “just likes getting spruced up every now and then.”

Arcanine’s tail wagged steadily and joyously as he rolled onto his stomach, knocking Jacq over in the process. As the kids giggled at his fall, Jacq sat beside him. Softly nudging his head against Jacq’s, Arcanine apologized then proceeded to stand up.

“I can’t stay mad at you.” Jacq chuckled as he pulled himself up. He ran his hands through Arcanine’s fur, ruffling it as the sound of a bell chimed. “That’ll conclude today’s lesson.”

As he watched the kids leave, Jacq’s arm rested on Arcanine’s back and gently brushed through his fur. He commended Arcanine for his patience, knowing that it took a lot of energy to keep up with the kids. Pulling out a Tamato Berry, he offered it to Arcanine, who devoured it in seconds.

“Boo!”

Jacq yelped, jumping forward. Turning around, he sighed once he realized who snuck up on him. Volo chuckled, scratching the back of his head.

“Sorry for startling you. I couldn’t help it.”

“It’s okay.” Jacq assured.

Smirking, Volo approached him. “Your lessons are intriguing. Simple yet engaging.”

“If it helps them understand things better, I’m okay with keeping it simple.” Jacq chuckled. “I’d be a terrible teacher if I didn't help my students.”

“Perhaps,” Volo shrugged, “but I refuse to believe that such a well informed and charming man could ever be ‘bad’.”

Jacq’s face turned red as he chuckled. He tried yo cover it to the best of his ability, a little embarrassed by his reaction. Volo, in response, chuckled, as he closed the gap between them even more.

Arcanine let out a curious growl as his eyes focused on Volo. He stood by Jacq, his tail drooping low as his head followed suit. It caught Jacq’s attention as curiosity and confusion arose.

“Hey, it’s alright.” Jacq assured, patting Arcanine’s head. “Volo’s a friend, remember?”

His tail flicked as Arcanine continued to focus on Volo. Scratching the back of his ear, Jacq tried to soothe the canine. But when his stance did not falter, Jacq decided to recall Arcanine.

“I’m sorry about that.” Jacq apologized, shaking his head. “Arcanine’s not usually like that.”

“It’s okay. Mine’s like that too.” Volo shrugged. “She’s very protective.”

Silver eyes lit up. “You have an Arcanine?”

“Of course.”

Pulling out a Pokéball, Volo released his Pokémon. An Arcanine emerge from it, dark fur dancing as she shook her fur out and stretched. Her ears twitched and flicked as her tail followed suit. Looking at Jacq, Arcanine’s head tilted slightly before approaching Jacq.

Jacq, all the while, kept his posture calm as Arcanine started sniffing him. Holding his hand beneath Arcanine’s head, Jacq let him sniff it. Once the Arcanine finished her inspection, her cloudy tail excitedly wagged as she licked Jacq. Jacq chuckled, petting Arcanine. A soft smirk escaped Volo as he watched the display.

“She is from Hisui,” Volo admitted, “or Sinnoh before it was officially called such. So, as I’m sure you’re well aware, her temperament isn’t identical to his Kantonian counterpart.”

“All too well.” Jacq confirmed as Volo’s Arcanine licked his face. “They’ll have different needs based on their physiology and typing. And, based on their environment, they’ve adapted to deal with it and its threats. However,” he ruffled the fur on Arcanine’s head, “I’ve also learned that they share some baseline traits.”

“Oh?”

“My colleague, for instance, works with Kantonian, Alolan, and Galarian Meowth. The Alolan Meowth tend to prefer sweeter treats and like to go swimming. The Galarian ones are mischievous and adventurous, and have a completely different evolution that has very different needs compared to Persian. While the Kantonian Meowth tend to be loyal, but easy to anger. However, regardless of region, wild Meowth usually travel in packs and seldomly mate for life. Of course, there will be exception, but those are the more common factors.

“Arcanine are the same way.” Jacq held Arcanine’s face, cooing. “They may have their differences, but they are loyal and good judge of character.”

Arcanine nudged Jacq, rubbing her head against Jacq. Jacq continued to praise her as Jacq studied Arcanine. Jacq was so engrossed in the Pokémon that he didn’t notice Volo closing in on him.

Volo put a hand on Jacq’s shoulder. “You’re so sweet.”

Startled, Jacq’s face turned red. “Oh… uh… I… uh…”

“So sweet it’s downright adorable.” Hands clamped on the sides of Jacq’s face. “Although, I think your assessment on Alolan Meowth is a little faulty.”

“Oh?”

“They aren’t the only ones who enjoy a little sweet treat.”

Jacq’s head tilted slightly, curious. Before he could inquire about it, he was brought in for a kiss. His eyes widened as his arms floated to his side. When he released Jacq, one of Volo’s hands held the back of Jacq’s head as the other wrapped around his waist. He snickered as Jacq was speechless and red in the face.

“I think you can be trusted. Maybe.”

Pulling Jacq back, he hugged him. Lost in thought, Volo mentally noted how naïve Jacq. How easy to use he could be. But if Arcanine was willing to trust him, maybe, just maybe, Jacq could be trusted.

[volos-togepi]

Intentions - Volo x reader

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

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

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

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

Plates.

Plates are what you’re after.

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

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

They were supposed to be yours.

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

“Seems like someone’s heading back out.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Mhmm…” 

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

“Before you go—”

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

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

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

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

“I didn’t mean to—”

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

You’ve offended him.

Oh, how you’ve offended him.

“Excuse me?!” he shouts. 

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

—————

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

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

“Who?”

“The new recruit…”

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

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

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

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

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

—————

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

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

“Fine.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She’s gotta get home somehow.”

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

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

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

He laughs.

Oh how he laughs.

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

You start to giggle. 

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

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

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

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

He’s silent.

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

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

You’re friends.

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

—————

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

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

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

You’re silent.

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

“Volo, I…” You exhale. “Thank you.”

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

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

“I wish every night were like this.” 

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

Had you always felt these things?

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

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

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

“Never mind that.” 

You look to him once more. “Volo, I—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Volo…”

He pulls you in close. 

So, so close.

“I can’t do this without you, y/n.”

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

You nod quickly. Maybe too quickly. 

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

“I promise.” you breathe. 

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

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

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

You were feeling those things again.

And he knows it.

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

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

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

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

“Then why didn't you?”

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

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

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

“Seventeen.” you respond. “Why?”

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

“Let’s go.”

[fluffs-n-stuffs]

a smol snippet of a fic in progress based on this incredible commission by @feathergil​ because these two make me feel so insane y’all have no idea -

wip. ---

“Now, I call this next one… ‘The Ghoulish Grin.’” 

Morty quirked an eyebrow at the vaguely ghost-related name. “That one’s new.”

“Indeed!” He chimed. Under regular circumstances, the clairvoyant very well may have picked up on his ulterior motives from the spring in his voice alone. But Morty was in a vulnerable state now; too burdened by the weight of unspoken thoughts and worries to look past the charismatic façade that was the other’s smile. So when Eusine took him by the arm, he simply followed, allowing himself to be pulled to his feet. A wordless bond of trust that came with consequent naivety—

And an opportunity Eusine had to take advantage of while he still could. 

Morty was standing now, planted comfortably amidst dried up piles of auburn and amber, barely managing a glimpse of a fluttering white cape as Eusine moved behind him. He all but tilts his head at the motion—a fleeting second of doubt a mere moment too late as the other resumes speaking.

“Feast your eyes, for I shall now make the fabled ghost tamer’s troubles disappear!”

“Mm? What do you mean by tha-ahaA?!”

Electricity shot through his spine then—not by the element itself nor a Pokémon of its typing, but by a sudden squeeze around his stomach. Morty gasped, eyes widening and breath getting caught between fits of giggles that all too suddenly bubbled in his throat from the feeling of Eusine latching his fingers onto his sides. The performer chided from behind him.

“Ooh, still so sensitive! How cute…~” 

Morty’s reflexes screamed to fight for composure, firmly biting down his lips as his own hands raced to catch Eusine’s wrists before they could worsen his quickly diminishing state. But it seemed as his efforts were futile; the other all too spastically alternated between gloved fingers in a barrage of ginger presses and prods, playing around his torso as if a treasured instrument of old. Morty mentally cursed at how his sweater did little to nothing to protect himself from his attacker, and he held a desperate clamp on his jaw, fearing what would come if he dared to make another sound.

But Eusine was awfully persistent—as he should’ve realized sooner. Going against the renowned Suicune chaser was fighting a losing battle right from the get-go, and it wasn’t long until all semblance of self-control cracked away at the rub across a particularly sensitive patch of skin. Morty crumbled. 

“E-Eusinehehe! Whahaa—at are you doi-hihi—ing?!” 

“Performing my greatest disappearing act yet!” Eusine’s amusement resounded in prideful chuckles. “And bringing a smile back to my dear friend’s face, what else?” 

“I’m smiling! I aahaham smiling! L-Lehehet go of mehe-hehee!” 

“Ah ah, not quite.”

The mystic tutted, matching the click of his tongue with a few pokes by the other’s ribs, getting him to squeak.

“Not until I’ve made sure that all that gloom has disappeared. It wouldn’t be honorable of me to have a routine gone unfinished, no?” 

“Euseeheheehine!”

wip. ---

[dipplinduo]

SURPRISE DROP: FLUFFY DIPPLINSHIPPING ONESHOT FOR VALENTINE'S DAY! <3

It's officially Valentine's Day, but this year felt different for Kieran. He can't hide his feelings for Juliana too much longer - in fact, he feels like he's going to BURST. Juliana will be spending lunch with him as friends, but does he have what it takes to finally fess up and ask her out? And more importantly, will Juliana even agree to go out with him?

(Note: This oneshot is not related to S&S D content)

Special thanks to @blazestar0525 for all of their wonderful fashion art for Juliana! I depicted Juliana in my personal favorite outfit design because it was just TOO good and I have been itching to have it come into a fic!!

Additionally, thank you so much @cosmic-seer for proofreading this for me despite the fact that we're both busy Ribombees juggling many schemes. You a real one!!

Hope you enjoy!!! Would love to hear what you think. <3333

[yelansgirlfriend]

a/n: ok so my hyper-fixation on Pokémon is coming back and I've gotten emotionally attached to Piers. Feel free to request Pokémon stuff btw:D I really want to start writing more stuff.

Pier's bf head canons

He's like a completely different person around you. He's sweet and caring and he smiles all the time. He loves PDA. Like everything I've seen of him, people say he doesn't like PDA and I STRONGLY disagree. He always has his hand around your waist in public. (if you are comfortable ofc he always asks for permission)

He loves physical affection if you couldn't tell. He's not too good with his words so he normally just shows he cares by putting his arm around your shoulder or holding your hand. It takes a lot to gain his trust, and once you do, he will never want to spend a moment away from you. Back to the physical affection part, he loves cuddling. But it depends on his mood on what type of cuddling position he likes. Some days after a long day of work he just wants to come home and lay on your chest; some days he's so tired that just wrapping your legs around his legs is enough. But most of the time he prefers holding you close to him.

He's definitely a jealous boyfriend. He isn't like super possessive or anything he just gets kind of grumpy when you get close to another guy. Especially if it's one of the other gym leaders. He's really scared of you leaving him for someone else that's better than him and you not being in his life is honestly something he gets upset about just thinking about it.

Thank you for reading! Ik this is not normally what i post but i wanted to try something different:)!