Arven watching Ratatouille
*Minor Pokémon Scarlet/Violet spoilers (and Ratatouille spoilers too, lmao) after the cut!*
This idea popped into my head and I wrote it completely on a whim :')
Enjoy!! x
First of all, let's pretend it's called Rattatatouille in the Pokémon universe, because... yeah lol
In my HC, Arven was like 6 or 7 when Rattatatouille came out
He watched it for the first time on DVD, which Clavell gifted him after a particularly rough week
And on the T.V. in Clavell's office
While lying down on Maschiff
While the Professor was off somewhere doing whatever, that piece of--
Anyway.
Given the situation with Arven's parents - one leaving, and the other being too wrapped up in their work to take care of him - the poor kid had a pretty negative mentality for his age
So when Gusteau said "Anyone can cook," he was all like, "Wrong!! No way, no how!! Not just anyone can cook!"
Not even seeing Remy's dangerous search for spices for his electrocuted food sold him on the idea.
But then, the moment Remy began adding herbs, creams, and whatever else to the pot at Gusteau's restaurant during that one sequence, he was all for it.
He decided that day that he wanted to try to learn how to cook too
Clavell thought it was a great idea, especially since Arven was not yet attending classes at the academy
Saguaro, a young man who had just barely graduated from the academy himself at the time, took Arven under his wing
Arven learned everything he knows about cooking from that man, as well as some tutorials on PokéTube (Is that a thing? Welp, it is now lol) later on
What started as a fun hobby - introduced to him by a movie about a cooking Rattata - evolved into the passion we now know
He doesn't just want to make yummy meals, despite that being his initial reason back in the day
He also wants to nourish people with nutrients
To make their days brighter
To heal them of ailments, when applicable (Looking at you, Mabosstiff)
The fact that he's really good at making delicious food is just an added benefit to the situation
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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
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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.
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