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laprimera · 1 year

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anon asked: La Primera will you be okay?

“ Hm? ” Geeta had stopped short of trying to reach for a book in the high shelf of the Academy office to glance over her shoulder at the stranger in the doorway. “ I’m fine. Is something the matter? ”

The night before was volatile and heavy...but she braced for it, didn’t she? Even at the end of the hour that night right before her hand could brush against her home door something just...clicked. It made sense.

Sada was wrong about her.

...Just as she was about Sada.

The events of the crater changed them both...in such a dramatic way that they were unrecognizable to one another now.

Geeta was no longer the gung-ho young Champion who’s blind optimism did not see the tragedy lying ahead, the one Sada figured was going to once again see the same project through.

Sada was no longer that woman that left her and Turo in the crater so long ago alongside her son waiting for his parents on the surface...the woman who would recklessly abandon all else again.

This Sada was grieving...but she was growing...and caring...and most of all brave even if it was a learning process.

...She thinks she likes this Sada...a lot.

‘ Thank you for talking to me....for proving me wrong. ’ What she told Sada to do the first time they re-met on her return to Paldea. ‘ I hope you come find me if what I said was wrong. ’ If she remained in that lab...if she didn’t try again and again to find Arven and left him for the project...she’d have viewed her a coward.

It made her smile a little. There’s hope. She and Arven are going to be okay maybe. But Geeta was so focused on holding on so tightly that she forgot to look out for herself. It was time for her to get through this messy transformation too; one that made her intuitive and adamant.

Maybe not now but hopefully sometime when the dust settles they can get reacquaintanced. Whether by someone reaching out or by pathway. She still wants to be there and still has a hand open.

Though this does not wipe the blood off her palms..., its a step somewhere.

Speaking of learning.... Geeta stops balancing on her tiptoes to grab a stool that looked dusty with underuse. There. No more stubborn grabs at the high shelves.

“ Thank you for your concern, but you should get back to class or your studies. I’m more worried about this semester’s finals if you dont get enough studying in. I heard this years is going to be a little difficult. ”

#inbox. ･ﾟ ✹.#drabble tag #'' I do not regret helping Arven. Children and their concerns come first before anything else. I'd have done it for anyone. ''#'' ....aw fuck I forgot to bring tea. ''#im so sorry anon for the dump but I took the opportunity and ran with it mwah #rxmedyfind #prosada #this too made me tear up

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turojo · 1 year

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...Well you can't say you haven't been considering the option. It's been in your mind for the week and goodness knows Aether has been a prized institute for scientists in his field. Aethereal physics and sciences goes hand in hand with with his own work after all.

Might give him the courage to get back down into Area Zero and finish the job...someday.

#ic. » .002 ✦#aetherceuse #turo: just comes back to paldea. '' lmao okay frozen hotdogs are in the freezer. see you arven im going to alola to avoid my problems again #........also lusamine.....

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yeehawbvby · 1 year

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Thanks for answering! Anything in that same tone/vibe of in too deep im 100% down for. I like the chemistry the reader and arven have a lot! And of course the NSFW stuff. Anything with the same feel 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

No problem at all! :D You got it~

I kept the same cheeky dynamic as In Too Deep, but the reader is a little bit more of a gremlin in this one. Also, I couldn’t stop myself from writing Arven as much more of a top/dom than in previous fics LMAO. I hope you don’t mind!! x

Home, Sweet Home | Arven x GN!Reader

Note: In case anyone is new here, please note that I headcanon Arven as an adult! Please consider this aged up if I’m proven wrong in the future.

Rating: Mature/Explicit | WC: 1,965 (Got a little carried away lol)

“Finally, we’re home,” you exclaim as you drop your backpack and flop onto the bed in Arven’s dorm.

“One of us is,” he grumbles under his breath.

“Come on, dude. We’ve spent the past week together, what’s one more night gonna cost you?”

The past 7 days have been spent traveling across Paldea with your friend. Finding and battling a few Titan Pokémon, getting a gym challenge out of the way over in Cascarrafa, and staying in hotels rather than camping so as to not scare your teams and each other away with your smells. It’s been fun, but you’re both exhausted and happy to be back in Mesagoza.

Arven deadpans you from his spot, leaning against the kitchen counter with a cup of water in hand. “My sanity,” he finally answers before taking a sip.

You snort. “Y’lost that ages ago.”

Squinting, Arven puts down his beverage and saunters over to you. “Maybe,” he says as he kneels on the bed, placing his palms on either side of you. “Just maybe, it’s because you’ve been driving me insane.”

Being in such a compromising position under your crush, your heart nearly beats right out of your chest. There’s always been some kind of tension between the two of you, but nothing you could put your finger on. You hope to Arceus that your face isn’t as flushed as it feels while you contemplate the possibility of Arven being just as attracted to you as you are to him.

You work past your nerves, in hopes of finally getting what you want from him. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” you retort with a smug grin.

“Why would you do that?” Arven mutters, leaning down further. He looks annoyed, but speaks with a playful hint in his tone.

Your faces are only a few inches apart, and Arven’s fringe threatens to poke your eye out. You’re hit with a surge of confidence as you brush his tresses away, twirling the thick blonde and brown strands between your fingertips.

“‘Cause…” You accidentally shudder when his breath, minty from a recently discarded stick of gum, tickles your face. “This feels more like a reward than anything.”

Now able to see both of Arven’s eyes, you see them widen just a smidge before a devious smirk curves onto his lips. “Does it?” He leans in a little further, shifting onto his forearms.

With your vision plastered onto his lips, you nod and bring your palm to his temple. Cupping his face, but still keeping his hair out of your way. “Mhm.”

When your eyes veer up again, you notice his are trained on your own lips. He leans in again, sighs, and this time when he speaks, his mouth just barely brushes up against yours. “Why does it feel like you’re being a little perv right now?” His words are barely a whisper.

“Why does it feel like you like that I’m being a little perv?”

A short laugh escapes Arven, and then another whisper. “Fuck you.” Then, his lips lock onto yours.

You’d expected his kisses – if you ever so happened to receive them – to be soft, and a little rough around the edges. But this is just rough.

You accidentally allow a tiny whimper to escape your throat as Arven wrestles his lips against yours. His breaths are heavy, and he’s growing greedier with every little smack against one another. Letting his large hands cup your face. Trailing one down your side. Bringing it back up and gently cupping it around your neck. He quietly yet devilishly laughs at your reactive moan, giving your throat a squeeze before lifting his straying hand to your cheek again.

With the same hand that lightly choked you, Arven trails his thumb just underneath your mouth. As your kiss unlocks, and before you can go in for more, Arven takes your bottom lip under his thumb and pulls down slightly; leaving you open-mouthed, as he slips his tongue into your gasp. A satisfied hum escapes you both as your tongues twirl in tandem.

Arven pulls away just enough to mutter the few words you’ve been yearning to hear: Your name, followed by, “I really wanna fuck you.”

“Please.”

Arven leans up onto both knees, and you have to swallow back a whine as you watch him undo his belt with darkened irises. “Get undressed and flip over,” he commands.

Oh.

“‘Kay,” you shyly answer. Comes out breathy and you’re a little embarrassed by that, but you barely care what you sound like. You’re about to get railed by Arven Sada-Turo and that’s the only thought that matters in your horny little mind right now.

Doing as he says, you strip yourself of your tie and short sleeved uniform top, as well as any undergarments you might have had on. Your eyes don’t leave Arven’s body as he does the same, exposing his beautifully stocky torso to you. Looks like a damn god beneath the rays of moonlight coming from his bedside window. The beams deliciously carve against each muscle in his arm and each curve on his tummy.

After impatiently fumbling to untie the string on your shorts, you finally rid yourself of them, as well as your socks and underwear. You feel a bit self-conscious, having your body so exposed like this, but the thought leaves your head when you lift your vision back up to Arven.

Oh Arceus, that’s his dick.

Arven’s dick is just a few feet in front of you.

Has every dick you’ve seen looked this nice? Because you can’t remember ever finding anyone’s dick attractive before, but here you are, fucking ogling at his dick above all else.

“So slow…” Arven mumbles. You don’t need to look at his face to hear the smile in his voice as he complains that you’re basking in his naked body.

Leaning down a bit to reach you, Arven takes your hips beneath his palms and flips you over, propping you up on your hands and knees. You can’t help but look back over your shoulder, watching him as he drinks in the view of your body beneath him. He takes each of your asscheeks beneath his hands and rubs, then squeezes them tight, eliciting another whimper from you.

“So needy,” Arven teases in response. His gaze meets yours and you squint at him. You don’t feel up for a snarky remark. You just want him to do something to you already.

As if Arceus heard your prayers, Arven pops his finger into his mouth, lowers it to your hole, and slowly inches it inside of you. Your eyes roll shut as you moan at the feeling, letting yourself bury your face into his pillow. His digit kindles a fire in your stomach with every preparative movement it makes. You hear him spit, and the next thrust feels much more lubricated. As he adds a second finger, and then then a third, pleasured tears form on your lash line.

“Shhh,” he hushes you, leaning his torso over yours. Fuck, you hadn’t even realized how loud your groans were becoming. “You want the entire floor to hear you?” he mutters into the crook of your neck before lightly nibbling it.

You shake your head, not trusting your voice to respond adequately. A quiet whine of protest is wrung from you as he removes his fingers.

“You gonna be able to keep that pretty little mouth shut?”

“Yeah…” you lie between your teeth. As if his sweet nothings aren’t threatening to make you moan on their lonesome.

Your breath hitches when you feel something much thicker than a finger tease at your entrance. Peeking over your shoulder again, your eyes lock, and stay that way as Arven enters you. He’s the first to break, shutting his eyes and placing his forehead against yours while one of his hands self-soothingly squeezes your butt.

“Fuck,” Arven mutters.

Slowly but surely, he continues rocking his hips into you. Back and forth, like a pendulum fading out of its rhythm. You know he’s probably just trying to last, but you want more. You need more.

“Harder,” you beg, “Fuck, please.”

Arven’s eyelids open, exposing his beautifully hungry aquamarine gaze to you. Sliding his bottom lip between his teeth, he grins, thrusting into you much harder than he has been.

“Ahh, fuck!”

A shaky laugh escapes your lover. “S’that better?”

“Yes, so much… oh god, Arven!”

Still smiling, Arven steals your lips into another kiss. You feel his hand moving up your body, blunt nails lightly scratching from the small of your back up to your nape. Finally, he brings his palm up to your chin. He pulls away from your smooches just enough to slide his hand over your mouth and press down.

“Thought you were gonna be quiet for me,” he remarks, his eyes stabbing into your own.

The only response you can muster is to moan into his hand. You’re flustered by the nonstop eye contact during this intimate little dance you two are doing, but something about that vulnerability turns you on more. Noticing how much you seem to be enjoying this, Arven pumps into you faster. Like a true gentleman, he uses his smooth, husky voice to further immerse you in the experience.

“You sound so cute,” he mutters, a shit-eating grin painting his features. “F-fuck, you feel so nice… y’must really like that I’m taking so much control, don’t you?” You nod, and he crashes into you with even more force. A low moan emits from him, making you shiver, before he keeps talking you through this. “Yeah? You like it when I use you like this?”

You nod again, whining beneath his grip. Absolutely blissed out. He’s so fucking hot. It’s a shame you can’t tell him what you’re thinking, but that’s alright, because something about him using his gigantic hand to shut you up while he talks down to you is invigorating.

In the next few seconds, you feel the muscles in your body begin to tighten. A particularly loud, muffled whine escapes you, and Arven does you the favor of removing his hand from your face, placing it against the back of your head.

“Ahah, fuck, Arven!” You’re cautious to keep as quiet as you can, but boy, if it isn’t a struggle. “I’m gonna...!”

As you slightly push your ass back against Arven’s hips, you feel his cock harden and twitch inside you. He shuts his eyes and lets out a hearty groan before dipping into another sloppy kiss. You moan and nearly-deliriously laugh into his lips as you both cum. The feeling of him filling you heightens the sensation, leaving your orgasm satisfying from start to finish.

After you’re both done, Arven practically collapses onto you, forcing your body down to the bed with an “Oof!”

Unable to believe that this finally fucking happened, you lay limp for a few moments while Arven catches his breath.

“Holy shit,” he mumbles against your shoulder.

“You’re tellin’ me…”

Arven slips out of you and rolls onto his back. Feeling too lazy to get up and towel off just yet, you stay where you are, only turning your head to face it towards Arven. When you look at him, he’s already looking at you.

“Great job out there, sport,” he jokes.

You choke out a giggle and meet his fist bump. “Fucking nerd,” you sass, unable to hide your wide grin from him as he tangles your fingers between his.

The two of you lay like this for a few minutes as your exhaustion from all the traveling amongst other things catches up to you. Until you get up to clean yourselves up, the only movements consist of planting kisses and soft, experimental touches against one another.

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arvensimp · 1 year

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Hi uhh your story with the breeding kink really got to me lol. Would you be willing to write a fic where Arven finds out his s/o is pregnant? It can be fluffy or whatever you think would work best. Thank you!! 😊

Hello!!! I'm a MAJOR sucker for baby fics and pregnancy fics. Im a sap and I live a life of sin I'm very sorry. I hope you enjoy this!

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Arven x pregnant!reader, no gendered pronouns are used to describe reader

You've spent the last several days with a cloying ache coming and going from your lower abdomen. It's nothing terribly unusual, as you're expecting your period and some early cramps aren't an out-of-the-ordinary symptom for you.

So you let it go and keep living life.

It isn't until a few weeks later that you realize you never actually started bleeding.

Well...maybe you spotted a little bit? But that hardly counts as a period.

But you cramped up?

Ugh... It wouldn't be the most convenient timing in the world if you were pregnant, but...well, you've always been told that there's never a perfect time anyway.

So with nervous hands you take one of the pregnancy tests you keep in the guest bathroom at yours and Arven's place. Scares have happened before, after all, and it doesn't hurt to have them around.

Two minutes later and a little pink plus is staring back at you.

Your heart sinks.

You take every other test you have in the cupboard.

They all pop positive.

Oof, okay. Well. Maybe you and Arven shouldn't have tempted fate quite so much with all of that dirty talk about him knocking you up...

Before you worry Arven with any of this, you go ahead and set up an appointment with your GP just to get blood work done to confirm it. No need to overcomplicate things too soon, after all.

Still...as the day of your appointment approaches you find yourself getting more and more nervous. What if it really is real? How will Arven really react? Sure you'd talked about kids before...but now? Hell, you were both so busy with your careers. Would you want to pause that now?

Worst of all was keeping it from him for the few days it took.

It wasn't really lying, you don't think. Just...sparing him from needless worry for a few days.

You're a bit lucky that he at least seems none the wiser to any changes in your behavior or in the pokemons' behavior around you. Certainly 'Raidon is less...excitable and less willing to curl up entirely on your lap the moment you sit down on the sofa.

You wonder if maybe pokemon just...have a sense about them?

Mabosstiff certainly seems more protective of you, making sure to perch himself at your feet or by your side the moment you sit down, only to dutifully follow you wherever you go when you get up.

That's actually probably the closest Arven gets to noticing anything strange. He'd been going back and forth to the kitchen a few times that night, while Mabosstiff stayed glued to you, and then as soon as you got up to use the restroom, the dog trailed you all the way down the hall, waiting patiently outside the door for you.

Arven scratches him behind the ears when you both get back to the living room.

"Are you picking a new favorite, buddy?" He asks, light heartedly.

Mabosstiff makes that silly grimacy kinda face at him before boofing loudly.

Arven laughs. "Really, I dunno what's gotten into him lately. He isn't even following me around for scraps."

You shrug. "Maybe it's just a phase..." You offer, scritching Mabosstiff where his tail meets his spine, making him go all limp on you.

Arven lets it go from there, and that's that.

Your trip to the doctor the next day confirms what the tests had told you earlier.

You're pregnant with Arven's baby.

Now you need to figure out what to do. How to tell him.

Luckily, an idea comes to you easily enough.

That week you're picnicking along Socarrat Trail. Some of your pokemon had recently taken to sneaking goodies into your picnic basket. Sometimes it was stones or pretty feathers. You even got a lovely string of pearls at one point from your tinkaton, though you don't want to think too hard about where she may have found them.

Your pokemon will also put their eggs in the basket after breeding, on the rare chance that it happens.

So...that seems like a good place to hide the results.

After the two of you set up the site for lunch and Arven gets started on cooking, you quietly slip the surprise into the basket and quickly set yourself to the task of giving all of your pokemon a bath, as is typically your duty while Arven prepares your meal.

You're sudsing up Slither Wing when you call out to him. "Hey, Arven?"

"Yeah?" He's putting picks in sandwiches as you speak.

"When you're done with that, could you check the basket?" You hope you sound casual as you ask it.

"Uh...yeah. Why?" He looks around the group of pokemon, likely trying to remember if there are any of compatible egg groups. "Are we expecting something?"

"Uh... I just like to check, is all. Never hurts to be sure?"

Arven shrugs. "No problem then. I'm telling you though, we probably shouldn't keep trying for that shiny maschiff pup. I don't think it's good for the environment. Ya know?"

You snort. "I've always found the puppies good homes. Haven't I? Besides, Mabosstiff makes a really good dad!" Inwardly your stomach is tying itself in knots. You finish rinsing Slither Wing and start towel drying it and yourself as Arven goes to the basket. You try to keep an inconspicuous eye on him as he goes.

Arven quickly lifts the lid, glances inside, then closes it.

"Nah, nothing there."

You panic. What? You're sure you put the results there. Was he just not paying attention?

"Uh...you sure?" You say, trying to quell the mounting nerves in your voice.

"Yeah, sweetness. I know what eggs look like."

You sigh as you continue rubbing the towel through Slither Wing's fuzzy body.

"I didn't ask about eggs. Sometimes the pokemon slip other things into the baskets. Like pearls or stones."

"Oh. Uh..." He looks sheepish for a moment. "I'll check again then." Arven goes back and opens the lid.

"Huh. Looks like they brought us a piece of paper..." He takes it out an unfolds it, eyes scanning the page.

"Uh...sweetness?" You watch as the color drains from his face.

"Yes?" You answer, approaching him slowly, not entirely sure how he'll react.

"How, uh..." He looks up at you from the page. "How are you feeling?"

"How are you feeling?" You ask, not entirely cheekily as you slip your hands around his waist.

Fuck, you hope this is okay.

"Uh...Yeah. Good. You, uh. You put this in the basket?" He sounds numb.

You lean into him and nod against his chest, starting to get a little choked up.

He doesn't return your hug immediately, and that has your heart sinking like a stone.

"It's real?" He asks.

You nod again, squeezing him a bit tighter.

"You're...?"

You nod.

"So," He swallows audibly, "We're...?"

You nod again, trying to force back tears that threaten to fall.

"Please don't be mad." It comes out much smaller and weaker than you'd imagined. Your brain knows he shouldn't be mad. At the very least this isn't just your fault even if he were to be mad, but he shouldn't be mad anyway. But you're still suddenly scared now as you cling to him.

You feel Arven rest a warm and gentle hand on your lower back.

"Hey. I'm not mad." He pulls you away just a bit with his other to get you to look in his eye.

"Promise?"

Arven kisses your forehead. "Promise. I love you."

And the dam bursts. All your fear and anxiety from the past week and however long come flooding to the forefront and out of your face in an absolute mess.

You apologize for keeping it from him for the past few days, for not telling him sooner, and he shushes you with kisses at your cheeks, nose, and forehead.

"What're we gonna do?" You finally allow yourself to ask.

"Well..." Arven starts, guiding the two of you to the picnic table to sit. "We've talked about..." He clears his throat. "About babies before. We can do this... Parenting. If you want! I don't want to force you. I'm here no matter what you choose, but... I'm ready to try my hand at being a...a dad, if you'll let me?" He squeezes your hands reassuringly.

You sniffle miserably.

"I... I want that." You admit.

"Then that's settled!" He says, pulling you into a massive (though not too tight) hug. He speaks into your hair as he lovingly strokes at your lower back. "We don't have to have all the answers right now. I think. We can figure more out later. Yeah?"

You nod against him.

"Thank you."

"Me?" He snorts. "What're you thanking me for? I should be thanking you!" One of his hands slips over, warmly covering your lower abdomen in a way that has your tummy doing somersaults.

"You're doing one of the most incredible things in the world...and you're letting me be a part of it."

Arven kisses you softly. "C'mon. Let's eat and then go home. I, uh..." He laughs a bit. "I suddenly don't feel great about dragging you out to the corner of the region where some of the strongest wild pokemon are?"

You laugh back. "Please. I can at least handle myself for a bit longer. Besides, we have two champion level teams with us. I think we're safe."

Arven looks back at your combined pokemon and between the massive dragon, your fire crocodile, a tiny fairy with a massive hammer, and a living bug dinosaur he suddenly feels like he's the one who needs to keep from panicking for a minute.

#arven fanfic #arven x reader #arven x female reader #trainer arven #arven #arven pokemon #arven x nb reader #rival arven #baby fic #pregnancy fic

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pokemon-ash-aus · 4 months

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THANK YOU FFOR POINTING OUT THAT SCENE WITH GEETA. genuinely one of the most scary moments for me playing through the game. i was literally like 'okay, you are joking right? right?' the entire time. it was such a complete contrast from sw/sh where the entire time leon, sonia and the gym leaders were telling you 'its alright, I've got this handled, just go do your gym challenges alright?' I walked up to geeta and was hoping so bad that SOMEONE competent would come with us. i selected the 'i dunno... ' option to one of the choices about going and she literally says something like 'i'm sorry but you don't really have a choice' and I have never felt that dread of being a child with no agency over what they can or cannot do so strongly before in my life.

They hold the fact over that you need to do it BECAUSE you went in initially without permission and you were the only student tech ocally not punished.

Completely ignoring the fact that it was an unavoidable situation and that you and your friends almost DIED

I literally imagined Jason in Area Zero being absolutely terrified the entire time and collapsing into a boneless heap the moment their out- just the sobbing releif that he managed to get everyone out okay.

And listen- its worse considering you go BACK to the lab!! Ya know- the fucking WORST part of the WHOLE GODDAMN THING

Listen i have feelings about this, I REFUSE to believe that Geeta didnt address this with Calvell (especially since you are a student of his).

Unable to convince her otherwise, He requests a small team of 3 to join you.

Nemona, Penny and Arven meet you up IMMEDIATELY, all nerves and sweat but not wanting you all to face it off alone.

And maybe showcasing Keiran and Carmen how real teamwork looks despite the differing strength details.

Hdbdhdbd okay im going into AU territory but i have THOUGHTS

#indigo disk

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love-toxin · 1 year

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Ellie i need your thoughts on Arven pokemon ASAP

I FINISHED THE GAME AND IM SO NOT OKAY!!!!! THEY DID ME SO DIRTY WAAAAHHHHH--ok im normal now. ahem.

I feel like, after a long journey of ✨️self-discovery✨️ (and also finally graduating) Arven is much more confident, probably a little cooler....but he's still the same big dork he always is, and SUCH a simp it's unreal.

Not only does he latch on to his favourite people and latch on HARD, they're very few and far between so he can be pretty overbearing at times, while also oscillating into acting aloof if he gets called out on it. Growing up an only child without any friends and still being lonelier than the average person as an adult, Arven has a huge problem with sharing and will often result to overcompensation if other people around you think they know you better, or you like them better than him. He brags about being your friend, boyfriend, husband, rival, whatever--it really doesn't matter, nor does he care if his feelings about you come out in a positive way or a negative one, cause either way you're his safety net and he'll make sure the world knows it. Aside from Mabosstiff, you're the only constant presence in his life, so he'll be attached to you at the hip if you let him stick himself there.

However, this also circles back to his servicer tendencies when it comes to friendship or romantic relationships, more the latter than the former. Arven hates seeing you go without, but he also hates thinking you're not getting the best of the best as well--and having adjusted to a life where the only person he can rely on is himself, any and all of those domestic duties naturally fall to him. Cooking, laundry, cleaning, feeding the pokemon, lawn work, hell, even charging your phone for you is a task he has on his mind at any given time. He pulls up the blanket to cover you when you're sleeping, unlaces and laces your sneakers for you, puts snacks in your bag or your purse, the list goes on and on and on. Not to mention he's a very touchy guy--any chance he has to touch you he'll take, cause he gets a rush of adrenaline whenever the person he likes is even remotely near.

You might tease him for playing the role of a dutiful housewife, especially when he comes running after you out of the house with your forgotten lunch in hand, but Arven takes it as a compliment even when he huffs and pouts and shoves the carefully wrapped sandwich into your hands. He just loves you, so shut up unless you want him to let you starve! Hmph!

#arven #arven x reader #arven pokemon #pokemon scarvi #pokemon #ellie writes #anons

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