#volo fanfiction

[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

#i couldn't help myself #i will die on this hill #pokemon imagine #pokemon headcanons #pokemon headcanon #pokemon fanfiction #pokemon #pokemon would include #pokemon volo #pokemon adaman #pokemon melli #volo would include #volo fanfiction #volo fanfic #volo headcanon #volo x reader #volo x reader imagine #volo x reader fic #volo x reader fanfiction #volo x reader fluff #volo x reader angst #volo x reader headcanon #adaman would include #adaman fanfic #adaman fanfiction #adaman headcanon #adaman x reader #adaman x reader fluff #adaman x reader imagine #adaman x reader headcanon

[capogalassia]

I am yours, but you are mine

Fic I am writing. Don't read if you are a minor. English is not my first language and it shows. I'm sorry for mistakes and for not providing a good quality prose. I don't really know where to go with this fic. I love Volo. That's it. If you wish, you can contact me here on Tumblr. Every feedback is appreciated. Thank you very much!

You clinged with your fingers to your bag, swinging on your feet. As soon as you realized what you were doing, you stopped: that was childish, and you were not a child anymore.

In fact, you were an adult.

You gazed around, looking for the man you had to meet: he wasn't there.

Did he consider you too young?

How stupid, you told yourself. He certainly would come. You unlocked your phone screen: he had sent you a message saying "on my way", and his last online time was just a minute later. He had to be on his way.

You looked more carefully: there were families - a lot of families - with screaming children, some couples, old and young, holding hands or sitting on the benches under the lighthouse. The sky was so blue it was almost painful, and the sun was gently warming your skin.

Maybe Sunyshore City wasn't a good place to meet: it was packed.

«Y/n?»

You screamed and jumped, turning around. At least he was there. How did you not hear him?

You looked at him: he was way taller than you, but he wasn't big: he was pretty thin, even though his bare arms revealed some muscles. He kept his hair tied in a chignon on his neck, but his fringe covered one eye. The other one was grey, fixed on you as attentively as you were fix on him. He chuckled.

«Did I scare you?»

«Not at all.» you answered, giving him your hand.

«Y/n. Nice to meet you.»

«Volo. My pleasure.» he answered, firmly shaking your hand.

«Where shall we go? I know some places.»

You shrugged.

«I don't really know Sunyshore City. Wherever is fine.»

He smiled.

«Follow me, then.»

You went down the stairs and enter the main street. There were a lot of people, mainly tourists and outsiders, that were taking photos of everything and were looking everywhere amazed. Volo slowed his pace when he realized you could barely follow him.

«My apologies.» he said, when you were able to catch up.

«It's ok.» you shrugged again.

Volo stopped in front of a cafe. The glass door was open, and a smiling waitress was standing there. As soon as she realized you wanted to come in, she approached you.

«Welcome! What can I do for you today?»

«We'd like to have a seat. Inside, if possible.»

You silently agreed: outside there were too much people.

«Please come.»

You followed the waitress and entered the cafe. Upstairs there was a quiet room with small tables. The noises coming from outside were muffled. This is better, you thought.

«Thank you.» Volo said to the waitress, and then he shifted your chair so you could seat.

A true gentleman.

You smiled and took your seat, then he placed himself in front of you.

«How was the journey?» he asked, taking a menu from the table. You did the same.

«Luckily, all good. I took an earlier train, I was afraid to miss our appointment.»

He gazed at you again.

«So I made you wait. You could have text me.»

You blushed.

«It's ok, really. It was a nice day. And the walk from the train station is pretty long. I didn't wait that much.»

He smiled again.

The waitress came to your table, a block notes in her hands.

«What can I get you?»

Volo nodded at you.

«A piña colada, please.»

«And for me white wine from Verdanturf Town. Sparkling. A chalice.»

The waitress took the orders and went downstairs again.

«Interesting choice of beverage.» Volo said, his eyes following the waitress.

«Thanks?» you answered, a bit of perplexity in your tone. Was it a compliment? Did you mess up?

«Perfect for a big child.»

You weren’t new to his teasing. He always pointed out your young age online.

«Come on! There’s alcohol in it!»

«And yet it tastes pretty sweet, doesn’t it? When you grow up, you’ll appreciate more bitter drinks.»

«I am a grown up.» you pouted, crossing your arms.

«At least you don’t have to drive.»

You sighed.

«I wanted to borrow my mom’s car, but…»

«Does she know you are here?»

That was a weird question. If it had come from someone else, you wouldn't have hesitated to say that yes, everybody knew where you were and that you had some tracking device on your phone, so please don't kidnap me if you don't want trouble.

But Volo didn't seem to have bad intentions. And anyway, the city was packed... What could he do? He couldn't just force yourself to go wherever.

«She doesn’t. She wouldn't be happy to know I'm meeting with you.»

A different waiter came with your beverages.

«Is this a personal thing?» Volo asked.

You blushed and almost choked on your piña colada.

«What... No! I mean... You are...»

You had said something stupid. You lowered your head, looking at your knees. The appointment was practically over.

«Hey, I'm kidding. I know. It's because of my age, isn't it?»

«I don't mind that.» you answered, rapidly.

«I mean, I feel fine with you. I just wanted to meet you and spend a good day.»

You gulped. The man's expression was unintelligible.

«I see. Well, I agree with you. Age is just a number, they say. I think you are pretty mature to think like that.»

You felt sincerely flattered: that compliment was coming from the same man that teased you about your age. You took another sip of your drink.

«Piña colada here is good.»

You didn't taste many piña coladas - basically just the ones they made in the only bar in Twinleaf Town. They weren't bad, but they weren't as good as the one you were drinking.

«I sometimes come here. They change their wine selection pretty often, it's a good way to taste something new.»

«You are like a wine connoisseur?»

«I like it. I'm far from being a sommelier, but I can appreciate the differences between one wine and another.»

You chose the wrong topic: you already had nothing more to say.

«Homework's already done?»

Another weird question coming from him.

«Yes.» you answered reluctantly. He chuckled.

«I'm sorry, y/n. I don't mean to be like your parents or to baby you. I'm just making sure you have some more time.»

«I can go home whenever. Well, my parents scold me at whatever time, so I guess it's the same.»

You looked out of the window. You didn't really like talking about your family: it was problematic, and you were aware of that.

The man seemed to notice that.

«My apologies. I don't want to put you in a bad mood. What shall we talk about?»

You thought about it. When you texted Volo, it was easy to find topics to talk about, but now that you were meeting in person, you were nervous.

«Which car do you have? I'm looking forward to suggestions to buy one, one day.»

This time, Volo laughed heartily. You stared at him, wondering what was so funny. You were too young, for sure.

«I'll show you. But that's no car for a new driver. It's a Honda NSX.»

Another topic you didn't know much about. You started to think that that Volo guy could be out of your league.

«I've never seen one.»

«I have it parked around here. Well, in the west parking lot, the one near the highway. Shall we go there?»

«Of course.»

You felt better. Apparently, Volo was interested in staying with you. That thought filled you with a warm sensation.

You finished the drink and Volo insisted for paying for the both of you.

You then followed him through the still packed city: the nearer you were getting to the parking lot, less people there were.

Volo entered the big parking lot and guided you between the parked cars. You were still wondering how a Honda NSX looked like.

«Here she is.»

«THIS is your car?»

He was right: it was no car for a beginner. Heck, it was no car for you specifically. You weren't even sure how someone could control a monster like that. You looked at the car body, of a deep and lucid black: your reflection returned the gaze.

«It's amazing.»

«It is.»

Volo nudged a rear mirror, smiling: he was evidently proud of his car.

«Want to have a ride?»

You decided you could trust him.

«Why not. Where do we go?»

«Hearthome City? I live near there. I can show you my house, and then I'll drive you home.»

Things were getting interesting. You didn't expected to be invited at home so soon.

«Sure.»

Volo inserted the key and opened the car. You sat on the edge of the passenger seat and looked for the safety belt.

«You can rest on the back, you know.»

«It's just... It's so clean. I fear I could somehow dirty it.»

«Don't be silly.»

You rested on the back and fastened the belt.

The car was indeed powerful, but Volo respected all the traffic laws. Getting outside Sunyshore City was a bit slow, but, when you were on the highway, Volo showed you how fast that car could accelerate. It was amazing.

You arrived to Hearthome City in less than half an hour. Nothing compared to the infinite journey by train.

As Volo said, his house was just outside the city: it was in a newly built residential complex. Your first thought was that living there had to cost a lot of money.

But apparently Volo could afford it: you knew he was a businessman. Well, he had explained what he did, but you couldn't remember the details. He parked in his garage, then guided you to his apartment. It was at the second floor.

The house was clean and smelled good. It was almost perfect: not a thing out of place, everything was colour coordinated, the decorations were essential.

Volo closed the door behind you and took off his shoes.

«Could you take off your shoes, y/n? I washed the floor yesterday.»

You imagined Volo had a sort of housekeeper or someone who would clean the house for him. But probably living alone made chores easier. You thought of the disastrous state your own bedroom was and felt embarrassed.

You took off your shoes and followed Volo in the living room. He sat on the sofa and invited you to join him.

«You have a really nice house.»

«Thank you. It's a pity to be out for work so often.»

«It is.» you answered.

«I have a housekeeper that, well, keeps the house clean while I'm not here. But I prefer to do everything alone. Chores distract me.»

«From what?»

«From being alone. Sometimes it's nice to be, but other times I miss company.»

«I would come every time you ask.»

You didn't even know why you said that. But you knew it was true, somehow.

«Would you? That's nice, y/n.» Volo said, smiling.

«And what would you do if we were together?»

«We are together.» you pointed out.

«Smart girl. Then, what will you do now to help me feel less alone?»

You gulped. In an instant, you forgot all the activities that could be done in two.

«I guess… I would talk to you… and, like…»

You realized Volo was closer to you. He looked so tall, even when he was sitting.

«Talking is nice, y/n, and I really appreciate that. But… I miss something in particular.»

Oh. OH.

That? Your thoughts started racing. Did you want… that? With Volo? Right now?

Volo laughed at your missed answer.

«I’m sorry, y/n. I assume you are too young for this. I didn’t mean to…»

«I’m not too young.» you blurted out. You were sick of that phrase: not that Volo had used it so much, but your parents did. You’re too young for this, you’re too young for that.

«I am legally an adult. I can decide what I want.»

«Then decide. What do you want now?»

You gulped. What did you want?

You looked in Volo’s eyes.

You wanted to prove him you were an independent girl. That what your parents said did not matter. That you were able to make your own choices.

You leant towards him.

Luckily he took the lead: he put his hand behind your neck and pressed his lips on yours. That contact made you shiver, but it felt nice.

Volo played with your hair and licked your lips. You somehow understood and slightly opened your mouth, so that your tongues could meet.

Now it felt good.

Volo interrupted the kiss.

«Good girl.»

He caressed your cheek with his hand.

You realized you didn’t know how to continue. Did you have to touch him? Was he about to touch you? The only thing you knew is that being called “good girl” really turned you on.

«Y/n, have you ever done this before?»

«I…»

You didn’t want to tell the truth, but lying wasn’t an option. He certainly could tell if you were experienced or not.

«I’ll take the lead. You will do what I say. You will like it.»

You nodded.

Volo kissed you again and placed his hands on your hips. You focused on his smell – eau de cologne and shampoo. He still tasted like wine.

When the kiss ended, you were gasping for air.

«Calm down, y/n. We’re just getting started.»

He stared at you, eyes filled with desire, as if you were a delicious meal and he was deciding where to get started.

«Will you take your shirt off?»

You nodded and started undoing the buttons.

Volo emitted a satisfied sound.

«Very good. Now, let me see.»

He opened your shirt, revealing the white bra you were wearing underneath.

Oh shit. Your underwear didn't match.

He caressed your breasts, making you squirm.

«What a fine woman we have here.»

In another moment, this phrase would have really flattered you, but you were too focused on his hands on your bare skin. It was a totally new sensation for you, and you really liked it.

Without warning, Volo grabbed your hips and pulled you closer. You followed his movements and found yourself on his lap.

He started making out again, touching you, kissing you, giving you small pinches on your belly.

He took off your shirt, and you didn't stop him. But you ended the kiss when you felt his hands on your bra's hook.

«Volo...»

He seemed dissatisfied, but he looked in your eyes.

«What is it?»

«I...»

You weren't sure about what you were feeling. Was it too soon? What if he just wanted sex and then he abandoned you? You really wanted to have sex with a thirty-four years old?

You thought about your friends and how much you were sick about having nothing to say when it came to relationship.

«Nevermind.»

You threw yourself on Volo's mouth again. He chuckled and undid your bra, going with his hands to your breasts. He started immediately playing with one of your nipples, making you squeak.

You remembered you probably had to touch him to.

You timidly started to undo his shirt's buttons, revealing the skin under. It was as pale as his face.

«You're a fast learner.» Volo said. He was certainly happy with what you were doing.

He slipped his hand under your skirt and started massaging your leg. You didn't even realized how heavily you were breathing.

He then pulled you even closer, making your intimate parts touch.

Damn. That felt so good.

You started moving on his erection, finding your own sensitive spots.

«Fuck, y/n.» he muttered while you were moaning. It was awesome.

He grabbed you again and laid you on the couch. He then quickly undid his belt and pants.

Well, you were about to see a real cock for the first time.

Volo, showing some acrobatic skills, took off his pants and his underwear, leaving on his open shirt.

«Touch yourself, miss. Let me see how much you want me.»

You passed a finger under the fabric of your panties and started touch your clit. You weren't new to that.

«I want you...» you murmured.

«Louder.»

«I want you, Volo! Inside me!»

You were definitely horny. You really wanted to feel that man, to touch him and kiss him...

«How desperate.» he noticed, looking at your hand playing with your clit.

He grabbed your wrist and pulled the hand away, while with the other hand he pulled down your underwear. He didn’t seem to notice the fact that it didn’t match your bra.

«Are you wet enough?»

That question took you off guard.

«I... I think...»

«We'll see.»

He inserted himself in you.

You moaned: it didn't even hurt.

«Fuck, you're so tight...» he whispered. Then he started thrusting.

«Volo... Nnngh...»

You placed your hands on his back and followed his rhythm. It felt so good.

«Yes, like that.»

He kissed you again.

You remembered you were in an apartment complex, and that maybe screaming wasn’t a good idea. But you couldn’t stop the sounds coming from your mouth, expression of the pleasure you were feeling inside.

«Good girl. It’s so good. Keep it up.»

An orgasm hit you sooner than expected. You almost creamed and arched, your heart pounding, shivers coming down your spine.

Volo didn’t comment on that. He continued his thrusting, grunting and panting.

You felt him slow down.

«Fuck.» he said again. He reached for a packet of tissues that laid on the small table near the couch.

«Clean yourself up. I’m driving you home, whenever you’re ready.»

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[i-draw-you-wont-see-it]

Maybe Tomorrow Would Be A Better Day

My first fanfiction I’m posting here. I know it’s not 100% accurate to the events of Pokémon Legends Arceus, but I still had fun. Spoiler alert for post-game content!

~~~~~

Volo sighed, glancing at Akari one last time before turning and walking down the steps. The Temple of Sinnoh had been broken, columns now turned spears that pierce into the Heavens. His head was thumping in agony, and his heart was practically beating out of his chest. He gripped tightly onto his now fainted Togekiss’ ball. She fought hard…

Akari had called for him, but he simply tuned her out, her voice fading into the background. As he grew farther from her, he felt the need to scream. Not anything particular, though. Volo descended into the small cave before it opened back into the now dark sky. He made his way down the snowy slope, sneaking past the alpha Electivire with ease. When his feet hit the grass, he made a Combeeline towards a tree where his bag and Ginkgo Guild clothing had been discarded in favor of his Arceus themed attire.

The more he wore the outfit, the more angry it made him. His God, the one he was striving to meet and join forces with… Didn’t want him… Instead, it chose a teenage girl over him. He was loyal to Arceus, and as far as Volo knew, Akari wasn’t. This fact angered Volo to his core. He slipped out of the outfit that he now wanted to tear to shreds, and pulled the Ginkgo uniform back on. Shoving the other outfit into his bag carelessly, he sat down on his knees. Volo let himself fall down onto the ground, his mouth opening and a loud scream fell out. It echoed harshly against the jagged rocks of Mount Coronet.  As far as Volo knew, it could have reached Akari all the way back at the temple. The longer it went, the more he cringed at his own voice.  As his throat grew scratchier, he let the scream fade. He gripped at the grass, his breathing erratic.

All the things he did to meet Arceus were for nothing. He had failed… And it was all because of that stupid girl… Volo didn’t realize he was now crying until he saw the tears fall off his cheeks onto the blades of grass. He felt embarrassed, even though no one was around to see him in this state. He let himself fall onto his side, covering his face with his hands. Silently, he quivered, the tears dampening his sleeves. Volo tried desperately to contain his choked sobs, but doing so only made them louder. After a few minutes, he stopped crying enough that his vision wasn’t nearly as blurry.

The air was thick and cold, and it sent a shiver down his spine. It was only growing darker, and he assumed Akari would be returning from the temple-or lack there of soon. Why she hadn’t already returned was beyond him. Volo would be torn to shreds out of embarrassment if she saw him like this. Reluctantly, he got up, his bottom lip still quivering. He shakily pulled his over-sized bag onto his back and quickly descended down the mountain. Volo kept his head down, his hair and cap obscuring most of his face. Tears still streaked his flushed red cheeks, but he tried to rub them away, only for them to appear again in an instant. He gave up, and just let them flow down his face. He didn’t care. No one could see him.

Volo had been through a lot, sure, but this whole event was what made him crumble. His legs felt like jelly as he continued his walk down the slopes of Mount Coronet. He thought he had what it took, but Arceus clearly disagreed. Sure… Volo could admit that Akari was strong and had a true heart. But so didn’t he? Was his view of himself so twisted that he believed that he and Akari were both the same? Akari was caring, compassionate, powerful, strong willed… Was Volo not also those things? He loved his Pokémon, he trained them with as much compassion and thoughtfulness as Akari likely did. His Pokémon loved him though… Right?

He felt the tears begin to come back stronger the more he thought about it. His head began pounding as he tried to think of anything else. Once he thought he was safe from the thoughts, Akari or Arceus would always invade, sending a wave of anger and sadness washing over him. Volo felt the need to scream again, but he had screamed so loud and for so long before that his throat was scratchy. There was dazzling honey somewhere in his bag… But he wouldn’t be surprised if the lid had come loose and spilled all over his other wares, like it had done many times before.

Recently, Volo had found himself using his own wares more than he had been selling them. His large bag had been more a use to himself than to others. It was packed to the brim with anything he could ever need. Food, potions, revives, a bit of booze for when things got sour, bandages, and numerous sketchbooks and notebooks, documenting everything he saw in Hisui. Even though the Survey Corps had been slaving over their own Pokedéx for months, Volo had been crafting his own. He adored drawing, and would try to get as close to the Pokémon as possible so he could draw every detail as accurately as he could. Though this resulted in many scrapes and scratches littered across his body.

Finally, his mind was off of Arceus. He could think about other things. Like where he would go after this. He can’t just return to Jubilife as if nothing had ever happened. Giratina surely made plenty of noise when he fled, and Akari would certainly tell everyone in the village-And… There he goes again. Thinking about her. Every good memory he had with her was tainted, and he likely won’t ever forgive her. Though, the more he thought about it, a sense of pride welled up inside him. He was so strong, that no one in the present could defeat him, so Arceus had to drag someone from the future to take him down. It made him curious… Was every trainer in the future strong, or did Arceus just pick the best of the best?

The only people here that could even have a chance against Volo would be Ingo and Kamado, and still, one of them was from the future too. From what the Warden had told him, it sounded like Ingo was an expert with Pokémon, and battled with them every day. It piqued Volo’s interest, but he knew the Warden had his own business to attend to, so he never bothered him over it. Plus, Warden Ingo had suffered from memory loss upon arrival in Hisui, and doesn’t recall everything from his past life. Kamado however… He was strong, Volo would say that. But he didn’t have six Pokémon, and that would likely be his downfall.

Everyone else in Hisui had no more than three Pokémon. Maybe four, but that was quite rare. During his and Akari's battle, he technically used eight Pokémon, with Giratina’s two forms and his full team. Oh, the look on her face when Giratina rose from behind the temple. That was a moment Volo would truly relish for as long as he lived. The pure terror as she backed up, nearly tripping down the stairs. Her mouth slightly agape, small beads of sweat forming on her forehead. The way she scrambled through her satchel for any revives or potions. His team was incredibly strong, managing to knock out five of her six Pokémon, and bring her final one to it’s last dying breath. But, with the potions she had. The ones Volo himself had given her; and the skillful dodging of her Typhlosion, her team was in perfect shape, and took down Giratina seemingly easy. As she went to hug her Pokémon, Volo couldn’t help but chuckle.

Giratina, in a flash of light, changed into it’s alternate form. With full health, it struck a blow right down on Akari’s Luxray, knocking it out cold. A shriek of terror came from her as she brought it back into the ball. Her Typhlosion would be the best bet. With the elegant throw of the ball, out came the menacing Pokémon. With more dodging and critical hits, the Renegade Pokémon finally gave up. It let out a massive roar, nearly knocking Volo and Akari off their feet. It slunk away down the mountain, heading towards the Cobalt Coastlands.

Volo looked back on what just took place less than an hour ago. He had… Mixed feelings. He was angry at himself that he hadn’t been even stronger. Angry at Giratina for not sticking around… And especially angry at Akari. But for what specific thing? Was there even one thing? Was he angry that she won? Sure… Was he angry that a teenage girl was stronger than him? Absolutely. Was he angry at Arceus? More than anything.

He had finally made it mostly down the mountain, his legs now aching fiercely. His mind drifted back to his homing situation. The clans and Jubilife Village were an absolute no. Cogita was a maybe, but he knew she would be able to pry an answer out of him quickly, and she would disown him immediately. The last thing he wanted was to face Cogita’s wrath. So… Where to? Some wardens had their own makeshift homes closer to their nobles. But he wasn’t exactly on buddy buddy terms with any of them. Volo could do what he had always done. Pitch his tent and bedroll anywhere he could find, and hope he didn’t get mauled by an alpha Pokémon in his sleep. It’s worked effectively so far, so why not continue doing it?

Leaving Hisui crossed his mind, but he never considered it. Even after the bad memories he had here, he couldn’t leave. The legends and myths were what kept him going every day, in hopes of discovering something new. He never did, but maybe the day would come. The day where his name would be in history books. ‘Volo: Researcher of Myths’. The title made him excited.

Looking around the area, he realized he was well into the Obsidian Fieldlands. Deciding it was time to sleep, he located a small area out of the way of any human or Pokémon, and Combeelined directly towards it. Chucking his bag on the ground, he unzipped the largest compartment and pulled out a very compressed, very tiny tent. Volo was shocked it even fit in the first place, but it did. He began setting it up, and within minutes it was done. It was wrinkled at every edge, and nearly broken, but it would do. Volo unhooked the bedroll from the top of his bag and threw it out, pushing it into the tent. It was definitely not for anyone over the height of 5’7. Yet here he was, a 6’3 man trying every possible way to feel comfortable. After getting into a good enough position, he sighed, closing his eyes. His arms felt heavy and he could practically feel the bags under his eyes.

Glancing out at the sky one more time, he hummed to himself, before drifting off to sleep. Maybe tomorrow would be a better day…

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[lunararchmage]

Far too familiar,

Chapter / 6 Family

((sirna adopts Lucas)

Sirna took a step stepping though the threshold of the office door taking in the differences between the architecture. She looked ahead gazing at the commander, he turned around.

"so your the commander of the galaxy team?" She stated, Kamado smiled and nodded, "That is I." He nodded, " I, have been waiting for you eagerly since I got word you went after that alpha!"

"Waiting for me?" Sirna said leaning back on her right leg putting her hand on her hip.

"Everything gose though me even you joining, of course I'd be waiting patiently to meet you Mrs Starfall!, Now even tho it seems you're already aware of my position. We still must uphold formalities!"

He paused , "I am Kamado , commander of the galaxy expedition, and exploration team!, and so you are Sirna Starfall..."

"Yes, Commander, that is my name." Sirna confirms as he nods crossing his arms. "Now I have been briefed with your quite special predicament...a lot similar to our Lucas you've been cast down from the very rift that plagues our land.....now then, it's about high time we see what your made of!" He furrowed his brow as he eased one hand up and the other down pulling them apart, out spreading his arms , to embrace an attack anchoring his feet in place. "FACE ME IN COMBAT!" He announces, takin aback she tilts her head, "you sure you want that commander?" She asked, she was a bit surprised but it didn't phase her, when Kamado gave a confirmation hum.

"Alright.." she said as she moved her arms and then rushed in, from below the scuffle could be heard. "Dose he have do that to everyone?" Lucas asked taking his Pokédex back from Cyllene.

"Sadly yes it's like a rite of passage." Laventon sighed, "even me..."

"Even you professor?!" "You be-"

There was a loud thump followed by a crashing sound and they looked twords the stairs, even Cyllene turned a brow to the noise , "that didn't sound good..."

"Should we go check on them?" Lucas asked as Akari nodded and took Lucas by the hand and. Walked up the stairs, "Hay is everything alright up here?" They entered the commanders office Laventon behind them.

"Ow!...." Komado found himself upside down crashed through a small table to the left of his desk, the few bits of china that sat on it cracked on the ground. Sirna dusted her hand off before walking over and holding an hand out for the commander. "Sorry I should've warned you I'm pretty good in a brawl." She laughed, "hmph..you got a lot of fight in you I'll give you that!" He said as he took her hand and she helped him up , he dusted himself off. "Been awlie since I've been thrown round like that!, my sumo might need a little bit of work, you show a lot of potential Sirna!" He turned his head to the three who entered the room.

"Hope you three don't think less of me due to this situation."

" oh no your still our commander!" Akari rolled her eyes as Laventon nodded, "We were just worried to threw sirna a little too hard.."

he shook his head, " looks like I'm due for a few extra personal training sessions with Zisu in the training grounds..." he turned back to Sirna as laventon and Akari left, since they were not needed, Lucas stayed by the door. "Don't expect Everyone in this land to greet you warmly. Not everyone is too keen on trusting outsiders so easily.. it might be slow naturally....I mean you literally fell out of the blue, those who are more superstitious than others might see your arrival as a premonition of disaster!" He spoke with a brief sigh, Sirna sighed, " and I wouldn't expect them too. I'm actually surprised with the few that did." Siena exspresses to him, Kamado continues, "Right...but you did pass our trail we gave you, and no matter how odd your arrival may be, your now officially apart of the village now, so I command you dedicate your work the the betterment of the galaxy expedition team and to the completion of the Pokédex!....but". His demeanor changed slightly to a weary tone, "But I do warn you Sirna, Pokemon are terrifying creatures, make sure you Watch yourself out there and trust your wits! You may have been lucky with the lucario but, with others you may not be so lucky! Be careful, watch yourself why'll you work."

"Don't worry, I'll watch myself if there is one thing I've learned in my life it's to never underestimate your opponen."

The commander turned away from her. "alright you are dismissed!"

She turned and left , trading spots with Lucas as he stepped in to talk with the commander, Sirna walked down the two flights of stars and then got called over, entering Cyllene's room, she walked out from behind her desk, "our commander has accepted you."

She took a breath "But you still have to pull your weight to remain here!, understand, you will begin, as no star, recruit a welp, in other words you have no rank and will have certain restrictions, in order to increase your rank. You will need to perform well as a survey corp member , and gain more stars.

With that they were dismissed.

The next few days were rather slow , people didn't trust Sirna and so she would do her best to help show them they could trust her.

"Alright that's the last of it.." she huffed as she placed the wood down next to the unfinished platform the kids in it chuckled as the, adults shewed them off. "Thank you Sirna!" An older man thanked giving her some grit dust in return.

Sirna waved goodbye and started to walk away and tward prelude beach. Stopping by the gate when something caught her eye, "hmm..."

"WATCH OUT!" Lucas yelled as she ducked, a pokeball thew up and hit the strange looking letter that hung out on the gate.

"Woah! Sorry Sirna!" Lucas apologized as he went to pick up the pokeball.

"What was that?" She asked, "no clue but we found them back when we first went into the mirelands..there strange Pokemon that resemble the alphabet, I heard one could be found over here...heh looks like I was right!" He pocketed the Pokémon and then smiled at her, "so what brings you to this area?"

"I'm just exploring..." she said, Lucas smiled, "oh well this is where prelude beach, that's where I landed when I fell."

"That's where you ended up?"

"Mhm! Come on I'll show you!" Lucas grabbed her by her sleeve and pulled her along the path, Sirna fallowed him, and they stopped, "this is where I woke up, i woke up to the professor and his Pokémon. " he said letting his cindaquill out of its pokeball and it cried out, Rowlet joined it and they both cried and started to play together running off.

"We'll there go our Pokémon-"

He said as he mentally face palms.

"But yeah I woke up here...it was honestly kinda scary... I didn't remember anything...not even my name....Lucas was just the first thing to pop in my head when Laventon asked who I was, some memories have returned over time, like my memories of Pokémon and glimpses of who I used to be but nothing solid.." he said as he looked out on the horizon.

"You don't remember your past?"

"Nope..."

"What about your family??"

She looked at him with pitty.

Lucas looked down, "no...I don't even remember my mothers face....but I had one...I mean i have to right?, uh what about you...um you seem to have more to go off of.."

"If you're asking of I remember my family, then yes. But it's not really a family, my father was a Thalmor agent and he died In the Great War shortly after I was born and my mother, was always....out so my brother raised us, he and my sister fought a lot ....he left when he was your age actually. Moved to skyrim for a better life......We all did but that drove us apart." Lucas looked at her , "atlest you remember them..."

She put her arms around him the way a mother would when confronting a crying infant.

"Well I bet she's worried about you soo, you should dry up those tears and stop worrying, your memory will return in time...and till then...I'm here." She said drying his tears.

—- meanwhile in Skyrim——————

(At this time Sirna had been in hisui for a week, but I'm making time flow differently in Tamriel so one week in hisui is 2 weeks in Tamriel)

(Yes. I'm giving them more personality)

The door to the old breeze home bust open as Lydia stormed in, Vilkas stood up from his chair, "Woah there housecarl, what do you think your doing barging into my home like that?"

"where's Starfall!?!" She hurls, as she walked over to the companion. "Who wants to know?" "Me it's important!"

"It better be Lydia, that was a perfectly good door you might have ruined!"

"It's about my thane, his sister, she's been missing for 2 weeks!" Vilkas uncrossed his arms , "my that's is important, my husband Lucifer is out hunting with Aela, their due back in two days" "hunting?" "yes hunting, if you doubt my husband's loyalty this isn't the time for it! Now spill it girl what happened? Where's Sirna?"

"That's the thing I don't know... we parted ways two weeks ago, when she headed to challenge Aludin, but she still has not returned."

"By the gods you mean the world eater? From the tales of old?" Vilkas asked surprised.

"We don't have time for details, is there any way to reach Lucifer??"

"Sadly no, they left 3 days Ago, to follow a herd of Elk towards the pine forest near Falkreath, there due to return home in two days, you can head In that direction and try to find them but it be best to sta- Where are you going?"

Lydia opened the door, "there's no time I've gotta get to winterhold, if I'm not back before he returns, tell Lucifer to meet me in Vilemyr Inn in Iverstead. "

Vilkas nodded as Lydia left out , departing from whiterun. And traveling to winterhold.

Walking to the gate to walk on to the bridge, she is stopped by an Altmeri woman, the high elf asked her, "Stop, I can't let you inside! What business is it your here on?"

"I need to speak with your arch mage Athena Starfall." The woman sneered and spoke, "the arch-mage isn't taking visitors and the college is closed to new applications at this moment, please redirect yourself at once. "

"If I do respect ma'am , this is important!, I need to speak with Mrs Starfall it's about her sister!"

"Sister? You're referring to the dragonborn?....fine you may go ahead into the college." She stepped aside and Lydia stride up the bridge and into the court yard entering the college, and then into the arch-mage quarters.

"I thought I told them no more visitors!..oh Lydia...what are you doing here?"

Lydia walked up to her, "Athena we need to talk, yo our sister, she's missing!"

"Missing? You're sure?" Athena asked, "Sirna has a history of disappearing I mean remember the Miraak situation? She went missing for 2 months while going after that guy!"

"Athena I know , I know she's like that but I feel like this time's different!"

Athena walked away and started to tend to the plants in the garden area of her quarters, "Lydia I know my baby sister, she's fine..she did this a lot back on the Summerset isle."

Athena did have a point, Lydia recoiled a little before stepping forward behind Athena, "She went after Aludin! She took the scroll to the throat of the world!, you're telling me you didn't feel it? That, trimmer...the light?"

Athena stopped, and slowly turned back to Lydia, "she went after...what happened?!"

"I think the only ones with that answer is the greybeards!"

"What do we do? Lydia.."

"We should head to Iverstead.."

Lydia said, "we'll meet Lucifer there, and we will go from there!"

Athena went to gather her stuff, "will leave in morning, but we must stop by solitude first alright?"

Lydia nodded.

The next morning the two headed off stopping by solitude where Athena , dropped her things off and informed her spouse she would be off on a trip for a few days , afterwards kissed and hugged her kids goodbye and they left.

The took a carriage whiterun ,and walked the rest of the way taking several days to arrive, Lucifer waited outside the inn looking a little pissed off as they approached, "you better have a damn good reason to drag me out here in on my last bit of gold!"

"Wow missed you too brother..." Athena groveled.

"Athena no. I didn't mean-"

"Save it fleablag!"

"Don't worry it's important Lucifer! It's about Sirna.."

Lucifer looked worried, "Sirna?! Is everything alright where is she??"

"All will be awnserd let's just get inside!"

And they went inside.

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[peccaberry]

Another commission from @princeyam! This one is of the ACD crew ❤️🥺 Rei has two hands, one for Akari and one for Volo🙏

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[waywardstation]

Dazzling honey!” Completely missing the realization that he had previously been untruthful to her about having anything edible, Akari plucked the jar from Volo’s waiting hands. Holding it up to inspect the contents closer, her serendipity was almost palpable as she turned the glass around in her hands, enjoying the way the winter sun made the honey sparkle.

Ingo and herself could certainly have this with whatever they were going to have for breakfast!

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An illustration for the third chapter of my fic Heart Full, Bowl Empty

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[doodlejoltik]

the unwinnable game

[~2.7k words. Read it here or on Ao3]

Zugzwang (from German 'compulsion to move'; pronounced [ˈtsuːktsvaŋ]) is a situation found in chess and other turn-based games wherein one player is put at a disadvantage because of their obligation to make a move.

Centuries after their battle atop Mt Coronet, Rei confronts Volo in a nondescript forest, somewhere on Pasio. But the answers he's seeking aren't so easily given.

aka. a continuation of that one dialogue cliffhanger in the Mysterious Stones chapter because I'm extremely normal about these two

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“There's something you'd like to say, isn't there… Rei?”

Volo turns around and Rei musters up the bravest expression he can.

Now that he's here, he doesn't know what to say first; all his planned questions bounce around his head, clamouring for dominance. Why are you here? How? Since when? You have a Togepi and a Togekiss? Why a tournament? What do you know about the mysterious stones?

Were we ever really friends?

That is, it takes an embarrassingly long time for Rei to respond. In the end, what he says isn’t a question at all. “That Togepi in the ruins was yours.”

Volo only shrugs. He's got a languid smile on his face. “It might've been. She likes running around.”

Internally, Rei is relieved. So he hasn't been seeing things. But he doesn't let it show on his face, and crosses his arms. “Why’d you hide from everyone for months, and only show yourself now?”

“Now, I wouldn't call it hiding,” Volo replies, waving his finger. “This is a big island, and I've made a good few acquaintances here on Pasio already! Perhaps our paths simply didn't cross.”

With the number of times Rei has visited the ruins for mysterious stone research, the odds of that are vanishingly unlikely. “But why didn't you even try? It's not like I've been keeping a low profile.” Of course, the reason is probably something like I tried to end the world and it would be awkward. And that's what Rei needs Volo to say.

The Arc Phone sits heavily in his belt satchel, recording every word.

“Oh, I was just preoccupied. The ruins here are simply fascinating! Even though they're replicas, teasing apart all the ancient cultures used in their construction is such a fruitful area of study. You know me.”

Yeah, I know you. “Find anything interesting about Arceus?” Rei snarks.

“Not particularly!” Volo shakes his head, looking disappointed. Then he perks up, and continues, “Now, Dialga and Giratina however…”

“Oh?” Rei seethes quietly. Of course he had been watching. Why hadn't Giratina said anything?

“It’s curious, isn’t it, how they have seen fit to partner themselves with new wielders?” Volo smiles. “And Palkia too, I’ve heard.”

“It is interesting,” Rei forces out, adjusting his scarf. He recalls Volo's last parting line about Arceus, all those months ago. “Nice to know that they've bonded willingly with people in this time,” he says pointedly.

Ignoring Rei's tone, Volo continues, “That man, Cyrus, who controls Palkia. What a character, wouldn't you say?”

Rei has a lot of thoughts about the Sinnohans’ decision to allow Cyrus - a man who has literally tried to remake the world and not disavowed said goal - to keep the embodiment of Space with him. He'd thought Adaman and Irida had to be joking, at first. What would the Captain think if she saw what her descendant had turned the Galaxy Team into…

“I suppose you see yourself in him.” Rei says flatly.

It's only the two of them here, in the middle of a forest, in the dead of night, so Volo should have no reason to be evasive. And yet -

“Hardly,” Volo laughs off. “Intellectual curiosity, nothing more.”

This is going nowhere. Does Volo seriously think he can fool him again? Probably not - every remark is undoubtedly purposeful, but with just enough plausible deniability to appear innocent. So maybe he just wants to mess with him. Great.

A different strategy, maybe. He’ll surely make a mistake at some point if Rei keeps pushing. “This… tournament that you proposed,” Rei says. “I suppose you're participating?”

“Naturally!” Volo says cheerfully. “Battles on Pasio are done in teams, are they not? Perhaps you'd like to-”

“No.” Rei glares at him. Oh, now, that was going too far. Going to shut that line of conversation immediately.

“So hostile,” Volo sighs. “A united Hisuian contingent would've been a sight to see. Well, the clan leaders should be more receptive, at least.”

“Not if I can help it,” Rei says, crossing his arms. He’s well aware of how childish it sounds, but the thought of his friends falling for Volo’s innocent merchant act, again, is too horrible to consider. Mentally, he rapidly revises his priorities - he has to meet with Adaman and Irida as soon as possible and explain everything. Tomorrow, ideally. Does he have the energy for that? It’s something like one in the morning, right now. He's dead on his feet. But he’ll make it happen. He has to, before Volo does.

But what if he’s already too late? When had Rei last spoken to them? The dance competition, that wasn’t that long ago, right? At least a week, maybe more, his mind supplies. He'd just been so busy… and surely they would have told him if they'd met Volo.

This little anxious spiral must be evident on Rei’s face somehow, because Volo chuckles, stepping closer. “The world doesn't revolve around you, Rei. Not here.”

“You don’t get to act all high and mighty,” Rei snaps. “Not when you’re pulling everyone along on your own strings. I suppose you think you make the world go ‘round.”

But Volo has a point, no matter how much he hates to admit it. Rei’s been assuming he was someone significant to this whole saga. The appearance of the mysterious stones coincided with his and Akari’s arrival to Pasio, after all, so was he really wrong for thinking that?

And Arceus spoke to him first. That had to mean something.

“On the contrary, I simply meant that we’re all on equal ground,” Volo says. For the first time, goes unspoken.

“I’ll still beat you,” Rei vows. He’d done it before, he could do it again. No matter if he was still favoured by Arceus or not. “Because my bonds with my Pokemon, and my friends, are real. And you don’t know what that feels like.” Though intended to be a sharp jab at Volo, instead, a deep bitterness colours those final words.

Volo’s expression twists into something briefly unreadable before it settles into a polite half-smile. “You’re quick to assume the worst of me.”

“Quick?” Rei barks out a harsh laugh. “No, it was exactly the opposite.” He’d been strung along so thoroughly, accepting every strange behaviour as simply one of Volo’s little oddities. Only up at the Celestica Ruins did those allowances start to crumble – and by then, it was too late.

Volo’s look at Rei is one of intrigue. The way Rei's seen him examining ancient ruins, like he's something Volo wants to observe, or study.

And Rei has had it. Enough dancing around the subject, trying to draw it out of Volo; clearly it’s never going to happen. “Is this all just a game to you? You tried to destroy the world! You want me to think you care about anyone?”

Volo raises an eyebrow. “That's a bold claim. Surely if that had happened, it would've ended up in the history books, somewhere.”

Well – okay. The only person who knew what happened was the Professor, sort of. And Cogita. Arceus knows how she found out. But Professor Laventon didn't know half of it, even, Rei had just incoherently vented everything emotional and hurting at him, swore him to secrecy, and then hoped that he'd never have to unpack that again.

Clearly Arceus had other designs.

“We were friends.” Rei’s voice cracks a bit, there; he hates how true it is. “I thought we were friends. But you were going to kill me for standing in your way!”

Volo frowns. “Now, why would I do that?” He takes a few paces towards Rei and smiles, purposefully, grin stretching tight across his face. “I wouldn't want to lose my favourite customer, after all!”

Stumbling backwards to regain the distance, Rei exclaims, “I’ve bought maybe one thing from you. Stop calling me that!”

“Recipient of free samples, semantics,” Volo shrugs, entirely unaffected, and Rei wars with the competing urges to punch him or bolt into the treeline.

“Play dumb all you want,” Rei hisses, “but you’ve already shown your hand. I could tell them everything. You won’t be able to fool anyone ever again.” Least of all me.

Volo tilts his head with a smirk. “Well then, why are you here?” he asks, calling Rei’s bluff.

And though he can’t know that the Arc Phone is listening in Rei’s satchel, Rei realises that his motivations must be laughably transparent. Maybe Volo thinks Akari, or Cynthia, is watching the whole thing from the treeline. The specifics of it don’t matter, really. Rei’s been outplayed from the very beginning.

Volo makes a little movement with his hand. There's a sudden rustle of movement behind Rei, and he whips around, hand on Decidueye's Pokeball -

But it's just Volo's Togepi, who warbles in alarm and quickly toddles past him.

“What would people rather believe in?” Volo says lightly. “The accusations of a boy who jumps at shadows?” He bends down to pick up Togepi. “Or in the innocence of their friend?”

In Volo's arms, Togepi lets out an adorable squeak.

Over the Pokeball on his belt, Rei’s hand is trembling with misfired adrenaline. He carefully drops his hand to his side and raises his head up high. “Cynthia trusts me. I’ve been here for months, and we’ve worked together on the mysterious stones since they were first found.”

“And so?” Volo shrugs. “A working relationship is hardly worth much. I thought you would've known better, with what Kamado did…”

Rei flinches.

The worst part about it all was that no matter what ulterior motives Volo might have had, back then, when he’d been thrown out into the wild with barely a few days’ worth of supplies – Volo had been there for him when nobody else was.

Volo had seen Rei fall apart and put himself back together with forced cheer. And so, he knew exactly where the cracks were, where to strike with his words to disassemble Rei all over again.

Of course Rei knows Cynthia is responsible, and smart, and has been nothing but friendly to him – but he doesn't really know her, does he? And Volo is her ancestor. Which is pretty obvious, honestly. She’d probably like him immediately.

Just like everyone else did. Including Rei.

“Besides, you're not the only one who's been making friends in high places,” Volo adds smoothly. “I’ve heard that Bettie’s word is quite well regarded.”

So now that Rei had wised up to Volo's true nature, he'd gone and found himself new people to use. “You’ve always been like this, then,” Rei huffs. None of it had been real; their entire ‘friendship’ had been predicated on Rei's usefulness. “They deserve to know the truth about you.”

“Truth? Or your own opinion?” Volo scoffs. “You think so highly of yourself, Rei, but you're not the beloved Hero of Hisui here. No…” he smiles. “You're entirely ordinary. Do remember, it was everyone in that stadium who heard Arceus' voice.”

Admittedly, that stings. He'd thought - maybe - that Arceus was finally telling him why He'd brought Rei here. What he was supposed to do in this strange new land. But he'd failed, unable to clearly hear Arceus’ voice.

Rei spares a thought for the Arc Phone, once a vessel for divine inspiration, now reduced to recording mortals’ petty feuds. His messages to Arceus have been left on read for months. He's probably allowed to be a bit petty, at this point.

Volo continues, “Imagine! Any one of us could become Arceus’ champion.” Togepi makes a little noise. “Yes, even you,” he says indulgently, lifting her up to face him, and she goes cross-eyed following his waving finger.

It's horribly cute, the sort of thing Rei would've been charmed by before. And it's clear Volo is no longer taking Rei seriously at all.

What starts out as a wavering thought suddenly asserts itself with startling clarity. “I don't need anything from you,” Rei realises. He'd told himself he was here for evidence, something concrete he could hold against Volo, and that was true. But beyond that, he'd been after something entirely more personal.

He can walk away.

“I don't need anything from you,” he repeats, with force this time.

Volo turns his attention away from Togepi, and this of all things is what finally seems to make him genuinely confused. “Leaving so soon, Rei?”

Rei doesn't elaborate. He turns on his heel to stalk through the forest back to civilisation. Now, because if he says anything more he doesn't know if he'll ever bring himself to stop. Because he's asking for something he'll never get.

Volo's saying something. He doesn't care to catch all the words, though some of it filters through - “challenge”, “tournament”, and “rivals” among them. The general shape of the message is clear. They'll meet again; Rei's powerless to stop that. But as best he can, he'll shake off whatever lingering grip Volo still has on him.

He doesn't stop walking as the trodden earth turns to paved cobbles under his feet, and he makes it all the way up his building's winding stairs to the little studio apartment that he's been given. Home, for now. Collapsing onto the lone armchair, he takes the Arc Phone out of his satchel and turns off the recording. Thank Arceus for divinely bestowed infinite storage, he supposes.

Rei knows that if he were to listen to it, there'd be nothing of use. Only hidden barbs and Rei’s own ugly, wounded anger. It feels fitting to delete it, to banish the whole encounter to memory, and perhaps eventually, less than that.

He doesn't, and instead tucks it away in a folder several layers deep.

Maybe Professor Laventon wrote about the whole disaster in his private diaries. Rei knows he has them, bless the man. He'd once stumbled into the Professor's office late at night, after an exhausting, terrifying escape from an Alpha, ready to tell Laventon off for sending him there – and startled the Professor fiercely, who quickly shut the manuscript he was writing with a blush. So even if Rei had sworn him to secrecy, he might have confided in the written word.

That's something he can set Cynthia on digging up, then. Even just the suggestion that Laventon, the First Pokemon Professor, had such personal writings, would probably send her into an unstoppable research frenzy. That much about her, at least, he knows. If it still existed in this era, Cynthia would almost certainly find it.

And maybe he doesn't need evidence. Not for the people who matter, anyway.

Akari’s only a few doors away, their apartments close neighbours just like back in Jubilife Village. If he wanted, he could wander over there once the sun rose, have her fantastic tamago rice, and tell her everything.

Is he ready to take that step into thin air? To trust that he'll be believed, in something that's infinitely more convoluted and improbable than the simple plea – “I don't know why the sky is red, it's not my fault, I only ever did what you told me to” –

Well. Volo might've been the last one to break his trust, but he was in no way the first.

Can he make good on those words that he’d levelled so confidently against Volo? That his bonds with his friends are real?

Akari had never doubted. And Adaman and Irida had gone against Kamado's will, risking the standing of their people, just to help him. He would be doing them a disservice if he didn't at least try.

And in this dangerous game, it might be the only winning move.

Even as he makes this decision, he feels the pull of sleep. It's offensively late, or early, in the morning now, depending on perspective, and all of this is Tomorrow Rei’s problem.

There's no energy left to even stumble to bed. Rei falls asleep right there in the lumpy armchair, hand loosely gripped around the Arc Phone, Adaman and Irida’s Poryphone numbers on the screen, ready and waiting.

And, though Rei will certainly wake up sore with a crick in his neck come the morning…

For the first time in a long while, his dreams are not restless.

#trainer rei #rei pokemon #volo #volo pokemon #pokemas #pokemon #rei #fanfiction #// tikposting #// fanfic #so. pokemas has been gripping me so hard the past couple of months #that it's even tempted me into writing fic again after three years #yes i know this is about to be rendered non canon in just a few days when the next chapter drops #but i had to get it all out beforehand because gosh there's so much story potential #(btw if you've watched the datamined version please avoid spoilers I'm waiting for official in game release. thank you!!!!) #rei tries to play the game volo's way and fails miserably: the fic #he's out here trying to set up a trap not realising it's extremely obvious #when he does realise it's ten moves into the actual game and he's in the middle of a trap himself. fun #rei pov is very fun he has many many thoughts about things #thanks for reading!! #// tikart

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hey :’) it’s my birthday today and i was wondering if you’d write a volo x reader piece, anything you want ofc, just for funsies. noooo pressure ofc and you can also just ignore this ask lol

Happy birthday it isn't much but I gave you a small gift.

Volo's Gift for your birthday

Sfw under cut for length

Volo had never known his family hell; he didn't even know his birth date. He just had a slight inkling or speculation of what month or maybe a week, so he never really had much thought on celebrating one day of birth. However, it did not at all change when you gave him a gift on the exact day he told you when you asked him. Before, Volo seemed unsure, but you still went out of your way to prepare not only a gift and something that it looked like you baked or handmade.

As your birthday drew closer, admittedly, Volo could not stop thinking about that day. His mind wanders of what he should get you in return.

He would tell himself that it was just to pay you back, but he knew in his heart it was a lie. The man who was fascinated and even a little obsessed with you was ashamed to admit that, knowing he hated you before, he knew everything about you.

Whatever pastry you baked for him looked too complicated to copy, but he could cook you at least a decent meal. Volo was clever, but he was not usual with crafting. He could make simple Pokeballs, but that was it, so he couldn't make you anything, even if he tried. So he did what he did best: scoured the lands and ancient ruins of the caves of Mount Coronet. A glimmer catches his eye, tracing his echoing steps to get a closer look at what he caught a glimpse of.

There coming loose out of the rock, it was rough yet smooth polished beautiful.

The perfect gift.

With his dragon-type partner, he broke stone free from the rocky wall easily, using a Dragon Claw attack to strike the rock with force and precision even when the wall came down after, which his trusty Garchomp protected him from.

He didn't think much of it at first, but when he held it up to the light outside the cave, his eyes lit up. That luxurious glimmer reminded him of your eyes and that elegant, almost transparent look, from how round and smooth it was and how small it fitted into the palm of his hand even as he clutched it in his fist.

It was just small enough to make a lovely pendant... now his reputation with his previous connections wasn't as strong as it once was, but he at least knew one person who could carve this into a beautiful necklace...

He could imagine it now, his lips kissing softly against your head, slowly and lovingly gliding the two ends of the rope around your neck, the stone, his gift now carved into a familiar teardrop to match his.

His heart beats into his chest hand covering his mouth to hide the blush creeping across his face as he toys with the smooth gem in his hand. Volo wonders if you would like his gift.

He truly hopes so.

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[theredhotsillypeppers]

It’s Volo simping hours 😎😎😎 art by me in a caffeine fueled craze.

There will be another flashback from this scene in my fic Akari Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven soon enough hehe

#legends arceus #pokemon legends #pokemon legends arceus #volo pokemon #pokemon #pokemon fanfiction #pokemon masters ex #volomybeloved #volo #pla volo #giratina #origin forme giratina #not every villain deserves a redemption arc but HE does 🥺🥺🥺 #pokemas #pokémon volo #pokemon volo #artists on tumblr #fanart #original art #artists of tumblr

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Volo | Baldur's Gate 3

Now I'll be doing other notable NPCs from BG3. I have already finished little icons for all of the 10 companions

#baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #baldurs gate fanart #baldurs gate tav #bg3 art #bg3 fanfiction #jaheira #art #video games #fan art #cute #gaming #sticker #fanart #chibi #anime #dnd drow #undead #volo bg3 #bard

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Fooling An Incubus - April Foolishness One Shot! Haarlep x Multiple

Haarlep is bored... They manage to organise another little event, a buffet of desire to feast upon all night as various couples and groups enjoy their aphrodisiac tainted wine and specially prepared rooms. However, the wine was a gift from one Volothamp Geddarm. The wizard seems to have something other than tall tales up his sleeves, as Haarlep finds themselves experiencing pleasure through a different lens. It still feels good, of course, but there's something different to normal...

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This is the April Fools "write terrible smut" challenge to use as many awful words for genitals and sex as possible. I gave it a paper thin plot as an excuse to throw Haarlep into the ring with a bunch of favourites.

5,157 Words (Split into 5 Chapter headings)

Click Here for AO3 Version And Click Here for the AO3 Collection with everyone's wonderful terrible works for the challenge! Pairing: Haarlep with: Astarion/f!Tav/Halsin, Dammon/Karlach/Wyll, Abdirak/He Who Was, and a passing mention of Volo/Blurg/Omeluum at the end SPICE Rating: 3.5/5  Content Warnings and Tags: Intentionally Bad Smut, Biting, Blood, Vampire Bite, aphrodisiac, Oral Sex, Group Sex, Restraints, Power Play, BDSM, Hand Jobs, Spitroast, Pegging, Sex Toys, magic sex toys, Cockwarming, using tails for sex things, furniture play (mild), Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, pain play, riding crop whipping, Anal Sex, overstimulation

Spoilers Barely a thing besides characters and the House of Hope existing. Canon Compliance HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA no. Other Notes I gave myself psychic damage writing it and now you can join me as you read it.

Song Pairing Ok maybe this time I'm being less interesting, but I tried looking for something with fitting lyrics and came up short. So instead, listen to the elevator music that I put on while writing it, that should fit the mood just fine~

FULL ONE SHOT BELOW THE CUT!

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Chapter 1 - Boredom and Wine

Haarlep was bored.

A known dangerous state for an incubus to be in, they were not only bored but they were hungry . Few guests had entertained them of late, so their mind turned over their options. No events they were aware of were due in the near future, and after their last little party Raphael had said in no uncertain terms that he would not be entertaining another orgy. They rolled their eyes. Surely there was something…

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A week later, the rooms in the House of Hope had been prepared and a banquet thrown. A Spring Feast, Haarlep had argued, a way to bring together those who should be reminded of Raphael’s influence and affluence. They even invited Volothamp Geddarm to ensure that the fiend’s grandeur could be properly recorded in his rise to greatness - or that’s what they told him to soothe his ego and push him to allow the event to go ahead.

The incubus stalked the banquet hall, observing with no small amount of pride the couples, throuples, and other groups of guests that were slowly falling to the spiked wine. They sipped from their own glass, allowing themselves a slight smile of satisfaction as Volo himself strolled over.

“Ah, there you are! Are you enjoying the wine? I had it imported over myself, you know, from a very special supplier. I assume you’ve already tainted it? The flavour has a distinct edge of spice that I don’t recall from my last sampling.” The bearded wizard was already talking a mile a minute asking plenty of questions without awaiting a single answer. 

“You are already aware, then, of its effects? My usual guests should be retiring shortly~” Haarlep grinned a little wider, glancing down at the strange little man who had far too bright a look in his eye as he took a sip himself.

“That’s exactly what I’m counting on, my friend! A fine experiment, I should say, though it was not entirely of my own devising. You see there is a custom in a far off land for pranks at this time of year - nothing harmful of course, and I wouldn’t dare to interfere with your own particular feedings. I’m actually rather looking forward to a little dalliance with my fellow inquisitive minds.” He waved across the room at a hobgoblin standing next to an illithid, the sight itself making Haarlep relieved that Raphael had chosen to sequester himself away from the festivities for a change to focus on his contracts. “Now, do tell me everything tomorrow, I shall be very interested to hear of your experience.” 

Before Haarlep could so much as enquire what in all the hells the odd little man was on about, he was already walking away. With several of the couples already making their way to their rooms, the incubus chose to finish their glass and begin to visit the rooms they had arranged earlier.

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Chapter 2 - The Pleasures of Elves

The first door opened to a sight that Haarlep drank in like a well aged spirit. 

A familiar looking elven rogue was on the bed, her vampire lover on one side and their druid on the other. All three looked as hungry as the incubus felt, licking their lips as they padded softly across the cool floor to the bed where the trio were waiting. 

“That didn’t take long, you owe me 5 gold.” Tav smirked, her body an open invitation which had been addressed to everyone in the room, and Haarlep was ready to lick the edge of her envelope to seal the-

They shook their head for a moment. That wasn’t right, was it? They looked back at her, admiring how her heaving bosom danced arousal with every breath. 

“Come on, Haarlep, there’s room for everyone.” She beckoned them over, as her lovers began to ply her with kisses. 

The incubus blinked away their confusion, savouring the rising lust in the room. Halsin was already guiding her hand towards his growing meatstick, while Astarion favoured pressing his mouth-hole against Tav’s neck, sharp points chomping down into her soft flesh. Tav moaned as his fangs penetrated her pale skin, legs spreading to reveal her moist garden of delight.

They felt their own ridged phallus beginning to try the strength of the leather harness that held them in place, though they were not concerned about seeking their own pleasure yet. They climbed onto the end of the bed, lifting her legs over their shoulders, savouring the little gasp as their spiked clothing pricked the underside of her thighs. Haarlep coiled their arms around her hips, fingers reaching around to dip into the well of her desire before using the ample lubrication to circle her hardened nubbin of pleasure. 

Tav’s sounds grew ever more lewd as Haarlep began to taste the nectar of her private rose, with a tongue that could put a hummingbird to shame. They glanced up, seeing her head thrust back into the pillows, her own dirty pillows quivering with excitement as Astarion’s bite had moved down to her chest. The larger of the two elves was enjoying the ministrations of Tav’s clever fingers dancing waltz along the length of his organ, the chord sounding from his throat still far from its crescendo. 

“My heart,” Halsin began to find his voice, “I need…more…” 

“My, my, darling, greedy today are we?” The vampire looked up, a thin trickle of body ketchup trickling over his bottom lip making his teasing question outright hypocritical. “Whatever shall we do?” 

“Astarion,” Tav moaned, cheeks hot and flush with arousal, “I have an idea…” Haarlep didn’t hear what it was that Tav whispered, but they saw the pale elf’s ears tint red.  A moment later, he was kneeling on the pillows, straddling Tav’s head but facing towards where they were still drinking in her sweet love-juice before it could spill down her thighs. They slowed their motions, holding her back from finishing while her lovers rearranged. 

They were almost disappointed that Tav’s soft little moans were being muffled by Astarion’s firm peach, her tongue clearly occupied with finding the pip at the centre of his forbidden fruit. Meanwhile, Halsin was eager to follow the vampire’s lead as he guided his lover’s head to devour his pink banana with a ravenous appetite. 

Seeing all three giving way to such intense desires only served to whet Haarlep’s own already drenched hunger. They curled their tail around to tease a line up from Halsin’s knee, teasing the soft and tender flesh of his juicy ham hock, feeling a thin trickle of oil slick betraying his readiness for what they were planning. 

The incubus was delighted to feel that the huge elf’s nether pit was ready to receive a fiend. They teased at his heated taint for a moment, relishing how he moaned his desperate need around the length of Astarion’s schlong bulging in his throat. The delicious noise only grew louder when they slid their tail several agonisingly slow inches into his tight and welcoming cave… They took a moment to imagine how good it would feel to slide their turgid meat-popsicle deep inside the druid instead, but that would have to wait for another day.

Haarlep refocused their efforts on Tav now, shifting slightly to change how they were teasing her planes of pleasure. Their fingers reached to curl inside her, tongue tracing out limericks on her sensual protuberance, sharp teeth just grazing her skin as she keened a wail deep into Astarion’s pleasure pocket. 

She was, of course, the first to break. The incubus was well versed in how to reduce Tav to a quivering mess of flesh, her liquor of desire coating their lips and tongue as they sucked every last moment of her climax into full and shaking overstimulation. Her lovers were not far behind, Astarion spilling his essence into Halsin’s waiting throat, the larger elf happily devouring it all as his own orgasm began. For a moment, Haarlep was concerned their tail might be bruised by the clenching of the druid’s muscular sphincter, a volcano of spicy mayonnaise spurting forth from his thick tally-whacker as Tav continued to pump it in a tight grip. Satisfied that the three would be more than able to continue without them, Haarlep licked the last of Tav’s personal syrup from their fingers. Above them, Astarion was doing the same for Tav’s hand which was dripping with Halsin’s honey-milk. Everyone had eaten well, and their shared pleasure had easily risen the incubus’s greed to sample something from as many rooms as they could before the dawn brought an end to the festivities. Although, as they stepped back out into the hallway, they couldn’t help but wonder what exactly it was that Volo had put into the drinks. Or, perhaps more concerningly, how they were becoming accustomed to the pervasive strange mood permeating their sexual exploits. 

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Chapter 3 - A Tiefling Roasting in Hellfire

The second room was hot. Hotter than usual, which Haarlep soon realised was due to the presence of a certain one-horned Teifling who was eyeing them suspiciously. Wyll’s eyes almost mirrored Karlach’s asymmetrical horns as he leaned back on the chair with his arms folded behind his head, watching as the incubus closed the door. 

“You look…comfortable~” Haarlep greeted the pair, before indicating the third in the room with them. “Though he looks distinctly less so.” 

They were referring to the other Tiefling, peach hued skin completely devoid of clothing as he was on his hands and knees, blonde strands falling from the messy bun tied high at the back of his head. He didn’t turn to look at the new entry to the room, nor did he make a sound as his head was completely flush with Wyll’s lap. “Not to worry,” Wyll smiled, “Dammon’s fine where he is for now.” The blacksmith’s tail twitched slightly at the mention of his name. “Shh you stay where you are, good boy.” Karlach shifted in her own seat, bringing her legs up to use her lover’s back as a stool as she addressed Haarlep now. “Listen, demon-” 

“Incubus.” They corrected her, a little annoyance in their voice only quieted by the wave of arousal that beckoned to them, drawing their eye to the dripping manhood beneath Karlach’s footrest. 

“Whatever. I don’t usually associate with your sort, but given we are here on your invitation, and I’m able to breathe pretty freely here, you can stay.” Her brow furrowed, the glow in her chest looking all the more like a flashing warning. “But there are ground rules.” 

“And what would those entail?” Haarlep began walking towards the trio, inspecting the slightly trembling limbs of the man on the floor with interest. 

“First, no touching me. Look all you like, but I don’t want your hellish rod anywhere near my womanhood, and if even one drop of your infernal splooge gets near my minge I will personally incinerate you.” Her tone left no room for argument, and beside her the warlock was nodding. 

“Him you can touch, me perhaps. But it might be best if you sit back and watch.” He paused for a moment in thought. “You don’t need to be a direct participant in fornication to feed from it, right?” 

“I do not.” Haarlep nodded. “Although most find it far more enjoyable when I am an active player in our little games~” Wyll idly stroked the his lovers horns, pushing him down a little further onto his semi. “Good boy, a little more tongue now.” A slight mewl sounded from the blacksmith, muffled but carrying the taste of his lust in the noise. Haarlep licked their lips, savouring it. “Be that as it may, we have enough pieces on the board without your assistance, no matter how capable that might be. Do you agree to our terms?” 

They took a moment longer, considering the offer, and the other offers that awaited them in the other rooms. “Very well, entertain me.” The incubus pulled up their own chair, choosing a position with the perfect view of the trio. 

Karlach removed her feet from the blacksmith’s back and leaned over to lay a sloppy smooch on Wyll’s waiting lips, guiding his fingers to find the pearl of her dripping clam. “I’ve been waiting all day for this, soldier, please -” 

He wasted no time in drawing her to breathlessness, the man below still warming his swiftly stiffening pipe and shifting to accommodate the growing swelling in his mouth. Wyll made short work of whipping his lover into a frenzy, expertly twiddling his thumbs around the nether-nipple between her folds. He added to her sensation with his fingers hammering into the meat of her snatch, savouring the howl that fell from her lips as she creamed over his hand. Haarlep licked their lips involuntarily as they watched Wyll devour the splooge from each finger in the manner one might enjoy the last hint of icing from a slice of cake. They continued to watch, enraptured, as the Tiefling woman recovered her senses and began searching through her pack that had been left carelessly on the floor nearby. Their eyes widened as she pulled out several metal dongs, increasing in size until she was finally satisfied with the one she held. 

The final one she chose was almost impressively large - even by their own standards. She held it out towards the warlock first as she sat back in her chair, legs spread and feet resting on Dammon’s back again. Her weeping quim was clearly desperate to be filled, and Wyll obliged by casting mage hand to grip and manipulate the huge steel tickle-stick. “Gods, more!” She cried, gripping at her own heaving bosom as the mage hand increased its thrusting with a motion from Wyll’s hand. “We have to get it…good…good and warm…for him…” She panted heavily like a dog with its head sticking out of the window of a fast moving carriage, her hips bumping around like the carriage was going down 3 flights of stairs with the thrusting of the toy. 

The tiefling on the floor remained as still as he could, his tail betraying his excitement as it quivered behind him. Karlach managed just enough presence of mind to coil her own tail beneath him, taking a grip of his turgid knob to give it a good yanking. 

She jizzed with the force of a typhoon, barely releasing the blacksmith’s favourite hammer in time before she risked ripping it clean off his body with the force of her explosion. Her breasts danced erotically, nipples spinning with delight in the waves of pure bliss that took over her mind and body.  

Haarlep raised an eyebrow as they watched, not entirely certain what tricks reality was trying to play with physics, but it didn’t seem to matter to the three. Wyll was holding Dammon’s head gently, soothing the blacksmith while he still did not empty his mouth of the warlock’s mighty staff. Karlach took a few minutes to recover, finally fishing the leather harness from her pack and fixing the huge unit to it with ease, though it seemed a little difficult even for the barbarian to move around with it swinging about in front of her drenched muff.

She made sure to spread more of her slick moistness over the ridged metal before taking hold of the blacksmith’s tail and lifting it up. She pulled out a plug that was about half the size of the massive wanger she was wearing and tossed it casually to one side. It didn’t take much longer for her to knock on his backdoor, taking his muffled approval as invitation to thrust all the way in with one strong motion that made him almost choke on Wyll’s skin flute. 

The barbarian soon set a pace that could be described as barbaric, her breasts dancing to the rhythm with enthusiasm. Her tail curled around again, taking a grip on the blacksmith’s wing-wang and guiding his tail underneath herself to stuff it into her flesh pocket. Meanwhile, Wyll had his hands wrapped around Dammon’s horns, imitating a pole rub as he continued to have his soul sucked out of his ween. 

Haarlep felt a little pang of jealousy, but the lust in the air tasted better even than the lingering hint of Tav’s body on their lips. The licked them, straying one hand over their harness as they watched the trio spill out across the floor - or in Wyll’s case down his lover’s throat as he held the man close in place, hips bucking into him as he spooged enthusiastically. 

The incubus stood to leave while the trio were still regaining their breath. “Done so soon? I thought you devils had more stamina.” Karlach called out, still thrusting slowly as her overstimulated lover whimpered into Wyll’s groin, twitching and dripping onto the floor below. She slapped his toasted buns and drew a longer, muffled moan. “You could keep count if you like, see if we break our record with him.” 

“A tempting proposition,” they replied already turning to head to the door, “however I have plenty of other guests to attend to. Ones who are not averse to my participation.” 

“Suit yourself,” Karlach shrugged, looking back towards Wyll. “Ready, soldier?” 

“Gods, Karlach, give me a minute…” He stroked the loose hair of the man betwixt his thighs. “Good boy, keep me warm a bit longer…mmmyes right there, your tongue-"

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Chapter 4 - A Dictionary of Discomfort

Haarlep strolled down the halls, passing through a few rooms as they went. They spent some time with Shadowheart and Lae’zel, helping them to settle an argument about who was taking which role by taking their Archduchess form and allowing the two to compete. It was a spirited debate, and it was nice to finally have their own personal Cania flooding at last.

The gith and the half elf were not done when they left though, the ‘argument’ turning into a full battle of stamina. The incubus made sure to leave them with plenty of water in reach, neither seemed willing to back down until the other passed out from the exertion. 

The next though… They paused in front of the next door, hearing the sounds of a far more intense session. They could almost taste the desire emanating from behind the solid wood, the door creaking open to reveal the sounds of the penitent and the priest beyond. 

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The scene was even more enticing than Haarlep imagined. He Who Was balanced on his toes, ankles chained to a sturdy pole with the hint of the toy at the top of it between his pale rear cleavage. At least a third of its length was filling his tight hole, a little oil trickling down his thighs. Abdirak was stalking around the nude Shadar-Kai, still fully clothed and wielding a thin crop that was leaving reddened welts across pale skin. 

“You are here to witness his penance? Or to join it?” Abdirak turned towards Haarlep, a wicked light reflecting off the cold steel of his face orbs. He had a way of looking right through Haarlep that sometimes put even their iron nerves on edge. They closed the door behind them, the click of the latch adding to the metallic mood of the room. 

“That depends~” The incubus stalked forwards, tail swishing behind them, wings rising and stretching in anticipation. “Do you wish to remain in this role? Or to endure your own pain for your Maiden’s blessings?” 

“I will not object.” He Who Was gasped, still trying to stay upright on his toes as Abdirak walked around to his front, tilting his chin up with one finger to observe his reaction. 

“You are certain, Dear One, that you can endure the agony delivered by another’s hand?” The priest checked, still watching closely even as Haarlep stalked around behind him to peer at the bound elf balancing on his toes. The incubus leaned over the spiked pauldrons of his shoulder, sliding their arms around his waist and savouring the jealousy in the green tinted eyes of He Who Was. 

“You need not concern yourself with what I can endure.” The Shadar-Kai responded firmly, the inky void of their gaze meeting the fire in Haarlep’s own eyes with a dauntless intensity, despite his current predicament. 

“Then so be it.” Abdirak leaned back towards the incubus. “I trust you will not disappoint. He has been… prepared , as have I.” 

Haarlep caught the meaning of his words - there would be no need to butter up the back alley of either man, nor would they need to be concerned about an abundance of pain. That was what they both wanted most, after all. 

It was the work of a few moments to pull the strands of the Weave in a spell that summoned a handful of red imps from another part of Avernus. The creatures sprang into the air with a brief and acrid scent of smoke and sulphur, and issuing orders in the infernal tongue was just as swift. Haarlep stepped back from Abdirak, though their hands drifted across his bare torso first, lingering and dragging a hint of claws as they moved away. Before parting completely, they slipped the crop from his hand, tapping it against his side to make a point.

“You won’t be needing any of this either~” They commanded the imps to remove the priest’s clothes, stacking though they saw no point in reminding the creatures to be careful with the sharp edges. Abdirak appeared pleased that the blades and points of his outfit tore at his flesh. Next, the imps wrapped their tails around his body. Some on the legs, some on the arms, a couple around his tender belly meat, fully supporting him as he was lifted into the air and suspended in a manner similar to the intricate rope patterns he often enjoyed. Haarlep stood facing the pair as they were held apart, eyes locked on one another. First they gave He Who Was a little whippy whip with their tail, striking his legs and watching with delight as the elf struggled on his toes, the end of the pole sinking deeper to probe his desperate prostate. Abdirak was granted a firmer slap to his nip nop with the whip crop, a deep grunt of appreciation reaching Haarlep’s approving ears. Both men were clearly craving the sweet agony of well applied domination, which the incubus was more than happy to provide. They continued a while in the same manner, alternating which got the crop and which took the hit from their tail instead. They were like a cat toying with its prey, adding their claws and teeth to the mix when the impact became dull.

They needed more though, more than just the panting and keening of two masochists who were about ready to nut if someone bit them in the gonads. Although…there was an idea. The imps followed instructions well, lifting Abdirak and turning him face down, bringing his face close to the elf’s twitching stiffy. Haarlep moved behind the priest, pressing his legs apart and digging their claws into the soft meat of his rump.

Their height worked to their advantage, finally dismissing their harness to let their gurt wanger flop out - although if there was one thing to be said about their sex right now it was certainly not floppy . They pushed into him, feeling how tight his ring felt despite the ample preparation, commanding him with a simple motion to begin to give He Who Was a little sucky-sucky. 

The incubus stretched their wings behind them, pleased that the only sounds they could hear were the wet slaps of their bollocks smacking against Abdirak’s ass, and the keening wails of both men enjoying and enduring their session. They made sure to provide the priest with as much pain as Loviatar demanded, sinking claws and teeth into his back and arms, commanding the imps to tighten their grips and pull at his joints so he moaned with a mouth full of elf-boner. They wrapped their tail around his hot manhood and teased at his leaking hole with the tip, threatening to plug it before it could spill, yet not following through on that threat either.  

He Who Was appeared to be struggling to control his voice, calling out long and loud, torn between succumbing to the pleasures of Abdirak’s skilled mouth and trying to prevent the pole he was balanced on from driving too deep and filling him completely. Eyes flashed from inky black to bright glowing green and back again, names Haarlep didn’t care for leaving with his composure presumably through an open window somewhere. Did the room have windows? Did it matter? Eventually Haarlep felt the building peaks of both men, licking the flavour from the air and savouring it before they blew their respective loads. Abdirak dutifully took every drop of his lover’s protein shake, swallowing with a satisfied moan as Haarlep filled him from the other end, the pulsing inside finally shattering him into squirting his jizz across the floor. 

Once all three had regained their composure - hardly a tough task for the incubus, though they did enjoy teasing both past their limits before they were done - Haarlep commanded the imps to set Abdirak on the floor once more, even motioning for a couple to support He Who Was. The Shadar-Kai was drunk on pleasure, the shaped end at the tip of the pole now fully seated within him. 

“You were both…delicious…” They mused, taking a moment to caress the cheeks of both men in an almost loving gesture. Almost. “I trust you can take care of yourselves from here?” 

“Until next time.” Abdirak nodded, before releasing the ankle restraints and taking He Who Was into his arms, lifting him from the pleasurable prison he had been placed upon. “Ah, Dear One… Let me savour your pain like a fine wine. You still wish for more, do you not?” Haarlep left them to it, knowing the screams of pleasure and agony entwined would echo from the walls from both for hours to come.

---

Chapter 5 - Coming to an End

“There you are, my friend!” Volo beamed excitedly as Haarlep finally arrived at the last room. Their other guests had all been attended to and left more than satisfied, though the remnants of the wizard’s particular wine still left their head full of strange words and thoughts. “Come, come. We have been awaiting your report rather eagerly.” The incubus followed the excitable man inside, noting the mindflayer and its partner were sat, fully nude, discussing a notebook whilst filling its pages. “They’re here.” The hobgoblin spoke plainly, turning to face them. 

“Take a seat, my good incubus, I have been so desperate to hear how inspirational the evening has been!” The wizard’s grin spread to every whisker of his beard, pulling a chair close to where the lovers sat together, Omeluum’s tentacles idly caressing Blurg’s body as it greeted them telepathically. “The wine has been of great interest to our studies. One has been taking note of everything within your mind, recording it, for posterity. Do all of your kind possess such an appetite?” It regarded them, with what they could only assume was a judgemental gaze, though something in its eyes also looked…impressed? Curious? Haarlep wasn’t entirely sure how to read the expression of a being with tentacles for a face and no genitals to speak of. 

“You’ve been…writing what’s in my mind?” Suddenly things began to make more sense, and they turned to Volo who was still smiling like a fool. “Is this what you poisoned the drinks with?” 

“Oh, no! No no no, picking up on thoughts is a particular skill of our tentacled friend here. I just added a little of my personal supply, a particular potion developed in the far lands of-” “The point, if you please.” Their tail batted at his shin like an irritated cat. 

“No appreciation for a good story these day-” Another swipe, higher up his thigh and dangerously close to the end of his personal staff. “It’s one I drink when I wish to write the more…erotic literature, you see. I find it makes the words flow far more freely, dissolves away all those nasty little blocks where one can’t find the right word to describe the situation.” “So you end up with the wrong words…” Haarlep sighed, the plethora of wizard sleeves and tickle-sticks running through their mind finally adding up to the sum total of fuck this guy. Although, that might not be such a terrible idea… “Tell me, do you have any other uses for that mouth other than running it a mile a minute?” 

“We do have room for another chapter.” Omeluum addressed the room through their collective minds. “One might wish to experiment with the effects of an incubus…” 

“Agreeable. Fine data to add, while the opportunity presents itself.” Blurg agreed, dutifully presenting himself as another point of data. 

“Hmmm I have yet to bed such a collection of creatures at one time, but I shall endeavour to please one and all, in the name of research!” Volo ejaculated, from his mouth this time but it was clear he was quite keen for other options with the speed in which his clothes hit the floor. 

Haarlep contemplated their options. By now, Raphael would be passed out over his desk, drenched in sweat and his own emissions from the amount of stimulation through their deal’s connection. They had planned to go there soon, wake him and make him beg for a their full attention, to feel pleasure firsthand and not just ecstasy’s lingering echoes through Haarlep’s copy of his form. But…this was an intriguing proposition, and it would be a way to take a little revenge on Volo for tainting their night’s pleasure for his own gain. Not that they hadn’t enjoyed their time, of course, but…

“Agreed.” They nodded. “But the wizard will need a gag.” 

—

By the time Haarlep was in the baths in the Boudoir, the light of whatever passed for dawn in Avernus tinting the room a brighter orange, they were entirely satisfied. Raphael’s stomping around and complaining washed over them like the scented soaps that smoothed their skin, as they completely ignored his rampage over how they had taken far too many lovers in one night and ruined his favourite underclothes. A copy of the manuscript, complete with the final chapter with the wizard and his cohorts, was already tucked safely away under the bed. Perhaps they could bind him to the bed and read it to the furious Master of the House later. He might quite enjoy hearing about how his Little Mouse had let her breasts bounce boobily as she squeaked with delight… They shook the thought from their head. Later. For now they continued to wash the kisses of a hundred lovers from their skin whilst trying to scrub the last of the terrible literature from their mind.

--- --- ENDING NOTES --- --- Thank you for joining me on this misadventure! Be sure to check out the other works in the collection or tagged on here with "BG3AprilFoolishness" This was...an experience? Let's call it that~ Really though it was fun to play with things being silly and using the worst terms I could drag from the depths. If you found this erotic, I'm not sure if I should thank you or apologise, either way NO REFUNDS! Until next time, loves, I promise I will never write anything this intentionally awful again. Probably. Until next year.

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[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.”

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[hey-llison]

A New Years Fresh Start - Volo x reader

Title: A New Years Fresh Start Chapters: 14 Words: 3,500+ (3,884)

Summary: It’s New Years Eve. You’ve been looking for Volo for months with no information on his whereabouts. You head out of Jubilife Village in the dead of winter to find some closure, only to find more closure than you’ve anticipated. (Self insert fic, redemption arc for Volo. Reader is the main/playable character, but is an adult.)

apparently reader insert fics are against ffnet’s community guidelines, which really sucks, considering that’s all i write now. so i’ll just re-post this one here <3

(1)

There you were: laying in a bed that clearly wasn't yours. White sheets covered your body, keeping you warm from the chill that lay just outside the door. You looked around to see the inside of a cozy, remote cottage. Your eyes were still adjusting from being blinded by the snow outside, so everything was slightly blurry for a moment. But, when that settled, your eyes were focused on the blonde man next to you.

His hair was a mess from tossing and turning all night. The fact he was finally able to sleep was a miracle in itself. But, you couldn't blame him for his restlessness. Well… you could, but it wouldn't do either of you any good. You smiled at his soft snores. You'd waited what felt like an eternity to finally see him again, and you'd almost given up.

Let's face it. You had given up.

But, here you were.

_____

(2)

It was New Year's Eve. Jubilife Village had ended their celebration early, and you, being the adventurous Pokémon trainer they saw you to be, set off on a little adventure of your own. Professor Laventon saw you off as you left, now knowing the full extent of your situation.

"I hope you find closure, y/n. And, please… be safe."

You hugged him tightly before leaving, him hugging you just as tightly in return. The two of you were as close as family now. You'd like to think you were family, despite being from two completely different eras. You'd forgotten what family was until you met Laventon.

"If you need anything, you know where to find me."

And with that, you were off to the Colbalt Coastlands.

_____

(3)

You sat silently in your tiny tent high on the hill above the coast, watching the spheals roll around and play before they settle in for the night. The air blowing in from the ocean was frigid, but you paid no attention to it. You just stared out into the water, hoping, praying even, for a sign. But nothing. All you could hear were the waves crashing against Ginkgo Landing. After a while, it was clear: you weren't going to find closure if you were still looking for signs.

You took a couple deep breaths to keep yourself from going into a frenzied state, grabbing your pillow from your bag. You fluffed it and set it behind you, laying down just after. Bidoof snuggled up close you to. You smiled. Bidoof always knew when you needed comfort the most, and now was absolutely one of those times.

"Happy New Year, Bidoof. Thank you for always being there when I need you."

Bidoof let out a cheery squeak.

You closed your eyes. This was as much closure as you were going to get tonight. Luckily you had planned on staying out, so you brought some blankets to keep you warm. You took one last deep breath before trying to sleep. But, that's when you heard something out of the ordinary.

_____

(4)

A boat. A small boat.

You squinted your eyes to try to see it more clearly. You were sure it was just a passerby or one of the Ginkgo Guild members bringing in a late night delivery for Ginter and Tuli. But the more you looked, it became clear.

It was him.

You thought for just a moment on how to approach him, realizing you couldn't. But with all your training on tracking Pokémon, how hard could it be to track a human? Especially in the dead of winter.

You called Wyrdeer as quietly as you possibly could, as to not call attention to yourself in this moment. You scribbled a message down on a sheet of paper you'd ripped off from your notes. "Please give this to Professor Laventon." you whispered. And Wyrdeer was off.

_____

(5)

Your eyes were growing heavy, adrenaline the only thing keeping you awake. That, and well, the foot of snow you found yourself marching through. It was so easy to spot his tracks, and you wondered if he knew he was being followed. You shook off your nerves and persisted. You weren't going to wait any longer.

You were tired of waiting.

Eventually you ended up at a very small cottage, closer to the village than what you'd expected. How you'd ventured to Cogita's and never seen it was beyond you. You'd made the trip to her home every two-ish weeks to ask about the man, and she'd always say the same thing.

"Give him time."

You weren't an expert or anything, but you were pretty sure the only one giving time around here was Dialga. That's what Adaman had you believing anyway.

You knelt down and peered from behind a bush as the man opened the door to his home. You watched him with anger. You couldn't help but to huff as the door closed behind him. You got up from your spot and walked to the door, wondering if it was a good idea to knock. But, deep down, you didn't care.

You knocked.

A few seconds went by. No one answered. You still waited though, knowing that the man was either ignoring the knocks of of spite or out of complete fear for his life.

You knocked again.

It wasn't until your third knock that the door opened. You watched as the man's expression change from relaxed to complete animosity towards you. It didn't scare you though. You were well past anger.

You were enraged.

You both stared at each other for a moment, eyes filled with fire. The man almost towered over you. You'd actually hoped it would intimidate you more, but it didn't. You could hear his breath: hard, shallow.

"What are you doing here, and how did you find me?" he asked, his voice almost in a whisper.

You sneered slightly. "We need to talk, Volo."

_____

(6)

Volo's home was warm. You were sitting directly across from him in front of the hearth, your coat and bag hanging on the hook next to the door. Both of you were staring daggers at each other. Volo was kind enough to offer you some tea when you came inside, which actually surprised you. You took a sip as he sighed heavily, his arms crossing as he did so.

"So, what do you want?" he asked coldly. You could hear his breathing over the crackle of the fire.

You took a moment to think. You didn't know why this wave of anxiety rushed over you, and you didn't necessarily want to speak your truth just yet. But, you knew you had to at some point. Was this it?

"Well?"

No. It wasn't.

"We'll get to that." you replied. "Where have you been off to?"

He simply shrugged. "None of your business."

The silence was deafening, neither of you wanting to answer the questions that mattered the most. You took another sip of tea, gulping hard in anger.

"Why did you seek me out?"

Just as Volo did moments ago, you shrugged with a smirk. "I don't know."

He leaned in close. "Don't lie to me, y/n."

You froze. You didn't quite know what to say without spilling your feelings all over the floor. His face was so close to yours, and you finally felt a sense of intimidation.

"Tell me…" he whispered. "Now."

_____

(7)

Tears welled up in your eyes. And they welled up quick. You were sobbing on the floor of Volo's cottage. He'd never seen you cry before, let alone show any emotion to the extreme… other than anger. But his expression didn't change. He was still waiting for an answer.

"Well, if you won't tell me, then I guess I—"

"You know if you'd actually take a second to think—"

"Think about what, y/n?!" Volo interrupted. "You haven't said anything interpretable since you came in, and you expect me to just sit here and wait for an answer when you're the one that sought me out?!"

You couldn't bare to look at him now. You covered your face with your hands, shaking from your emotions. "I just wanted to see you…"

He was silent.

"I'm sorry." you cried. "I made a mistake in coming here tonight."

You started to get up, but Volo gently grabbed your wrist to prevent you from doing so. You looked at him, your eyes almost blood red from crying the entire night… His expression softened.

"I'm sorry." he said. "I'm just really angry, and I want an answer." He sighed. "And you're not leaving until I get one."

"So you're holding me hostage until then?"

"Well, it's better than the alternative." He looked to the window, suggesting you should take a look outside. You got up and looked out to see another foot of snow had fallen since your arrival. "I may really hate you, but I'm not throwing you out in that." He paused. "I'd never forgive myself."

_____

(8)

You both watched as the blizzard continued. You hoped that Wyrdeer had reached Professor Laventon before the snow began. You were sure your letter had been delivered, but you just wondered if it hadn't. Would he assume you're safe?

"I don't think I've ever seen it snow this much in Hisui…"

You just stared out into the dark.

"I mean, with the exception of the Alabaster Icelands, but we won't count that."

You didn't reply. Volo looked at you with worried eyes, feeling that he'd gone too far. Considering he'd once tried to kill you, he wasn't sure why he felt this way. Maybe the greed from before?

"Y/n, I didn't mean to—"

"It's okay. I promise." you said softly. "It's not the first time I've been an emotional wreck today." You sighed. "Besides, I love watching the snow. It reminds me of my past somehow. I'm not sure how, but… it just seems familiar."

You both remained silent for quite some time. It was weird, to be quite honest. The tension was high… to you anyway. Volo grabbed a couple blankets and lead you to the hearth once again, smiling slightly as you both sat down. You remained expressionless, as Volo definitely knew how to read you.

"May I ask why you've been emotional all night?" Now having broken the silence, Volo reached for your hand. You nervously accepted his gesture. "I mean, if you're not comfortable with that, then that's fine, but… I would at least like to know why you wanted to see me."

You hesitated for a moment, knowing that this was now your opportunity to come clean about some things. He rubbed the top of your hand with his thumb, making you feel somewhat angry. You pulled your hand away and took a couple deep breaths.

"I'm sorry." he said.

You just shook your head.

"I didn't mean to—" He stopped mid sentence, now seeing more tears streaming down your face. "Are you okay?"

"No." You buried your face in your hands once again, sobbing into the blanket that he'd handed you moments ago.

Volo had no idea what to do. He was in an utter state of shock. The one he tried to sacrifice to his God was now in his home, sobbing, and he… actually cared? You swatted away at his hand when he attempted to brush a strand of hair from your face. "I'm sorry." he repeated.

You lifted your head, trying so hard to be articulate. "You know, it's really hard to hate someone who's caring for you in a time of need."

"So… you hate me?"

You shook your head and buried it back in the blanket. "No…"

Volo leaned in, placing his hand on your arm. "Please tell me so I can understand." He sighed gently. "I promise to not let my temper get the best of me."

_____

(9)

"You were trying to find closure?"

You nodded.

"From what, exactly?"

There was a twinkle in Volo's eye. You only saw him like this when you were both examining the ruins in the Coronet Highlands. You knew now he was being sincere.

"From situations that have arisen from… well… that night." you replied.

"Oh." Volo took a sip of tea.

"I'd wanted to ask you something, and when I turned around to do so… you weren't there." You bit your lip and looked at the floor. "So… I waited."

Volo took a second to respond. "What did you want to a— wait…" He knew. "You haven't…"

You shook your head. "No. I haven't met with Arceus."

"Y/n, don't you want to go home?" Volo asked.

"I don't know." You lifted your head and looked at him. "I feel like Hisui has become my home. And I know that complicates a lot of things, but I… I love how everyone cares for one another here. I don't think there's ever been a time like from when and where I'm from." You smiled. "Not like I can remember it or anything."

Volo chuckled. "You have a point." He paused, looking over to the window, and then back at you. "But why did you want to wait for me?"

You fell silent once again.

Volo caressed your face in his hand. "It's okay, y/n. You can tell me."

With a sigh, you answered. "I wanted you to come with me."

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(10)

He was shocked. Why would you, of all people, want him to come with you to meet Arceus?

"You helped me on this journey." you continued. "And, yes, you ultimately tried to sacrifice me to meet Arceus, but… you still helped me. And without your knowledge and keen eye for artifacts, I'd still be wandering Hisui for answers and guidance. You deserve it more than I do."

Volo remained silent, thinking on that night he left.

"I'd love it if we could go together."

He snapped back into reality. "Y/n, I can't accept this."

"Please?" You looked into his eyes. "I don't want to go alone."

"Then why not ask Cyllene or Kamado?"

"Because I wanted to ask you, Volo." You adjusted the blanket on your lap after speaking.

Volo, in a hushed tone, replied. "Y/n, I gave up everything after that battle. I know what I said was in interest of seeking out Arceus, but… but that's what got me… well us, into this mess in the first place. Yes, I'd still love to meet our creator, but I wan't to put that version of myself behind me."

"Well," you took a deep breath. "Maybe it could be a way of helping you find closure as well."

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(11)

"Wait wait wait." Volo laughed. "Tell me again, you were in the Coastlands before you came here?"

You were finally explaining to Volo how you found him. You two had been chatting for hours getting reacquainted with one another.

You nodded. "Yeah, I had gone to the Coastlands in hopes to find one last sign that you'd be there, and then I realized I was being stupid. I wouldn't have gone had I known about this massive snowstorm. Anyway, I ended up trying to fall asleep, but I heard a boat at the landing, and it turned out to be you."

"So, you followed me the entire way?"

"Mhm!"

Volo was more than surprised to hear this. "That's a long way, y/n. You could have gotten yourself into serious trouble." He wagged his finger at you like he did before. It made you smile. "And with the state I was in, had I known you were following me, I wouldn't have helped."

"Well, let's be glad I didn't get hurt."

He chuckled. "Yeah."

You both smiled at one another.

"You know," Volo went on. "I have missed traveling with you."

"Really?"

"Yeah! I mean, yes, it was for a deceitful cause, but deep down, I really enjoyed spending my time with you and sharing information about the places we'd visit." He slipped his hand over yours. "I'd love to do that again."

_____

(12)

The night went on. The snow storm had passed, and you both were looking out the window at the 4 feet of snow that lie on the ground. You weren't going to be able to leave for a while, and you were so glad to have finally reestablished a friendship, knowing now it was genuine and mutual. Your eyes were once again growing heavy, and Volo started to take notice of how tired you were. He placed his hand on the small of your back and led you to his bed.

"Get some sleep." he said, kissing your forehead.

You looked at him with wide eyes.

"What?" he asked. "Am I not allowed to do that?"

You bit your lip. "No! I just… um… I—"

He smiled. "You don't have to say anything. I know."

"What do you mean?"

He sat down beside you. "I've heard a lot from Cogita about your visits with her, how you'd vent about needing to speak with me, but never giving any full detail on why. She's a wise one. She could tell by the tone of your voice your true feelings, sharing that information with me when I'd be visiting."

You started at Volo, awestruck by his words.

"To be quite honest, I liked what I was hearing. It made me feel absolutely terrible about my actions, considering your feelings towards me hadn't been phased. And, you following me here tonight just proves that."

You remained silent.

Volo pulled you into a side hug, your head against his chest. He was warm. You could hear his heartbeat picking up the pace. He kissed your forehead once more. "I have to admit that I hated you at first. But, the more I got to know you, the more I liked you. I was so possessed with greed and hatred for the world that I thought pushing you away would fight off those feelings. But, that never happened." His eyes started to water. "I hated that I left you the way I did, angry and confused. I'll never forgive myself for the way I treated you." His breath hitched. "I'm sorry!"

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(13)

Both of you were seeing sides of each other that you never knew existed. You felt that butterfly feeling in your abdomen, just as you did when you two were adventuring together to find the plates. You rubbed his back gently. "It's okay. We're both here now."

He continued to sob uncontrollably. You got up to get him some water and a tissue, which he thanked you for. You could tell he was trying to fight off his exhaustion, as were you, and you were both failing to do so. You both laid down on his bed, looking at one another; both of you, eyes bloodshot from crying.

"Let's get some rest." you whispered. "I'm more than happy to continue our conversation in the morning."

Volo sniffled. "Before we sleep…" He paused. "can I ask you a question?"

"Of course."

Volo took your hand into his, kissing it gently. "If I were to say that I denounce Arceus as my God, would you still reciprocate the affection I hold for you?"

"Volo…"

"Would you?"

You smiled warmly at him. "Of course I would. But, why would denouncing Arceus have to do with anything in relation to that?"

"Because I want to worship you now."

_____

(14)

There you were: next to Volo on New Years Day, holding his hand while he slept. The whole night was filled with him tossing and turning in his sleep, unless you were in his arms. Daylight had just struck, and you were awoken by the bright, glittering snow, it blinding you momentarily. When your eyes adjusted, you looked at Volo, focusing on his features and how much happier he looked, even from when you two first met. You recounted everything from the night before, then remembering that your tent was still set up in the Coastlands, probably now filled to the brim with ice.

There was a flash beside you, and an Abra appeared. You looked closer to see it was Cyllene's, and in its hands was a letter. You took it with a smile.

'Y/n, I'm glad to hear you're safe in the Coastlands. I'm assuming you're safe still, wherever you are, considering I haven't gotten any notes or messages from any of your Pokémon. I understand you've found Volo, and though I would not recommend following him, I know you're going to anyway. I hope this little adventure helps you to find closure, and I can't wait for you to return home to Jubilife.

Love,

Professor Laventon

(P.S.: I had to wait to send this because Cyllene wouldn't let me use her Abra until I got her her morning cup of coffee.)'

"Thank you, Abra." you whispered as quietly as you could, as to not wake the blonde sleeping beauty next to you. "Wait just a moment."

You gently rolled out of bed to find a sheet of paper, remembering your bag was by the door. You sat down at the table with paper and a pencil to write something back to Laventon, because you knew he was worried regardless.

'Hi Professor! Things are going well, but I may not be back for a while due to the snow. I'm not sure how much the village has, but we've got about 4 feet here, so I' won't be leaving this cottage for a while. I wanted to let you know that I'm still safe, and Volo has let me stay with him until the snow melts and it's safe to return. And as for closure… we've discussed a lot of things, and I would prefer to tell you in person. I hope you understand. Thank you for being here for me in my toughest of times, and I hope to see you really soon.

Love,

y/n'

(P.S.: If Cyllene sees this, we're all toast.)

You handed the letter to Abra. "Please take this to Professor Laventon. And thank Cyllene for trusting us with you."

And with that, Abra vanished.

You crawled back into bed, covering yourself with the white sheets to keep warm. The fire had burned out, and you were far too tired still to relight it. Volo rolled over, still sleeping, and wrapped his arms around you. He was so warm and inviting. You buried your face into his neck, taking in his scent. You smiled blissfully. This was everything you could have ever wanted, and you had it.

And with that, you promptly fell back to sleep.

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[lunararchmage]

Far too familiar

Chapter 2:

Akari and Lucas walked along the wooded areas near the Solaceon ruins, catching a few different Pokémon. Spanning from Paras to Carnivine, chatting amongst themselves.

"Hey Lucas what do you think us in the space time distortions, I've seen a few appear while we've been here in the crimson Miralands. But frankly I've been to chicken to check em out." Akari said a meek sigh escaping her lips as she threw her pokéball at a paras catching it pretty easily.

Lucas threw Cyndaquils pokéball at a tree to collect some berries, and apricots. Turning his head back listening to Akari he shrugged. "Mmmhm" he hummed a simple i don't know inaudibly.

"Eh, I came across one when looking for that stone fragment to quote unquote soften warden Calaba into helping me with ursaluna. But I didn't stick around long enough to see anything but from what it felt like I'm pretty darn sure it has a lot of stong Pokémon within it, there cry's were certainly to be heard if you were close enough!"

"I knew that Lucas I mean...ugh..hmm oh Hey volo what are you doing here?"

Lucas doubled back and glanced at the merchant "oh hey volo we didn't see you!"

Volo stood up and readjusted his backpack straps as picked up the Medicinal leek and put it in one pocket of his backpack before turning and giving his signature smile.

"That's quite alright Lucas, Akari!" Volo greeted as he walked up to the two, "I myself didn't realize you two were here either. I was out collecting more materials in order to make some more potions and revives, to sell and well pulling up leeks takes a lot of concentration here in the mirelands you never know when the dirts gonna be slik and muggy, or rough and tough!"

"Yeah...." Lucas said trailing a little as he felt somewhat unsettled. "Is everything alright Lucas?" Volo asked snapping him back.

"Oh? Yeah everything fine..it's just" he glanced back up to the rift that starched across the sky. Hovering over mount Cornet , "it's just that something feels a little off" he retorted a little as he glanced around again and then >THUDD< In the distance somewhere something hit the ground, and hit it hard. The collision of the ground and whatever it was echoed around them in 3 different directions.

"What was that?" Akari questioned, "sounds like it came from that direction.." Volo pointed twords to east a little. "Should we check it out?" Akari looked at Volo and then back at Lucas.

Lucas gulped a little. "Yeah we should check it out. Whatever it is could  be hurt." The feeling subsided but remained within the pit of his gut.

"Right then we should head towards it but carefully you too." Volo noted to them. "We have no idea what made that noise and running in blindly could have heavy consequences!"

The two teens nodded as the three of them headed out in the direction.

"OH MY ARCEUS?!!" Akari gasped as they round the bin and came across the source of the Thud.

What layed before them was an armor clad female laying m, next to a rock out cold , much of the contents of her inventory scattered around where she layed.

The group approached, "what happened here?!" Akari asked out loud to no one in particular as she reached down and checked for a pulse. "Looks like they fell from somewhere..." Volo said as he poked at the stranger. "Wherever from is beyond me, they are out cold."

(there not looting i swaer))

Lucas looked among the scattered items looking for some sort of clue and then the feeling of unease returned like lightning stuck as he glanced down at a certain item.

"What..." it felt like it whispered to him he glanced at the book and started to reach for it but stopped himself.

"......" everything felt different as he paused time stood still something whispers to him to open the book.

Lucas resisted and pulled himself back as he shook his head violently

"Lucas you ok?" Akari asked as he pointed at the book. "WHAT THE APPSOLUTE FUCK WAS THAT... that..that book it..." she looked at the black book as it laid there.

"What do you mean?" Akari asked as Volo looked at the two of them before picking up the book himself the voices within it subsided almost instantly. "Volo stop don't pick that up!!" Lucas yelled as Volo laughed "it's just a book Lucas, plus we should gather our fallen Friends items and then we should escort them back to the campsite , they've probably had quite the fall and could use some help"

Volo slipped the black book into his backpack as Lucas calmly stood up. The feeling was still strong as he glanced at Volo. "Something is wrong with that book.." he whispered. Akari looked at Lucas a bit worried before she patted his back. "Hey I'm sure you're just imagining it We've had a long day and then this woman fell out of nowhere! It's all gonna feel off alright?" She gestured

"Maybe you're right..." Lucas said before he looked up "hey volo you think she fell from the rift?"

He looked back "probably, I mean thats were all the other strange occurrences appears from...not that your strange Lucas but you get what I mean! Things just happen now that that rift appeared.." he said

"Yeah yeah I get it..." Lucas rolled his eyes as he started to gather the other items that scattered along with Akari.

"What is all this stuff??" Akari asked as she gathered some of the papers , books and misc items like soul gems and dragon claws.

She opened one of the letters by accident, this one was the letter from the cultists from Solstheim.

"Eeee....definitely not looking good for whoever this person is.." Akari closed the letter and continued to gather. Volo grabbed the elders scroll and examined it. "Hmm...strange" he put it under his arm before going to help the unconscious person up.

Lucas picked up a bow made out of strange material and a few other strange weapons that were just as different. Whoever This was was definitely not from this world.

"Do they have any wounds volo?" Akari asked volo shook his head and propped her up on the rock. "No she doesn't have any and it's quite strange, and the ones she does are just scars, she doesn't look like someone who just fell, but she does look a bit strange...."

"Well if she fell from the rift , it would make sense I was a little shaken but, I didnt have a single injury eather so it's rather plausible." Lucas said.

As they talked above her Sirna stirred and let out a groan as she sat up a little more. "To the 8?! What in oblivion just happened?" She breathed as she came in and out of Consciousness.

"Look she's waking up!" Akari said as they all turned their attention to Sirna.

"Ah you're finally awake!! " Volo greeted as Sirna looked up at the blond male. "Did...did I go back to before Helgen?" She muttered as she rubbed her eyes and looked again Volos features becoming more clear.

"You took quite the fall are you alright?" He asked, Sirna went to stand up bracing herself on the rock behind her. " "I'm fine...but we're am I, and who in the Gods, are you??" She asked as she looked at Volo.

"You're in the Hisui region, and I'm Volo, I'm a merchant of the Ginko guild, and you?" He asked as he started to hand the items that were scattered back to her.

"Sirna, Sirna Starfall.....and where?, I've never herd of that place....it's....what happened..." she asked as she glanced around Lucas handed her the weapons that were dropped. "Thank you.." taking the bow and sword placing both of them on her person.

"We're pretty sure you fell from the space time rift,so that might be why you don't know where you are!" Lucas says.

"Did you do anything to warnet being pulled in?" Volo asked her

Akari handed the notes and misc items, cutting volo off from his previous question, "Oh Thank sinnoh that's your name...I got worried for as second....not that I'm not worried that letter from ...that Miraak fellow is quite concerning in itself.." Akari

"You read the note?" "Yes..". "Well no needth to worry, everything surrounding that letter been delt with.." she took it away from her.

"That's worrisome " Lucas says and steps away a little

She then turned to volo and held her hand out. "You still have my Elder scroll.." Volo looked confused for a second before he looked at the scroll he had "oh! Right, here you go ...it's called an Elder scroll?" He asked

She took it back and nodded. "Yes it's an Elder scroll,." She says putting it in her bag.

"That's quite intriguing..." Volo says as he looked at Sirna.

"As for your question, I was...was supposed to land a final blow to a evil that threatened my home, when I lost all sight of what was around me....before awakening here...i guess that's what your Space time rift has done!"

"Do all people from your side of the rift look like you?" Akari asked looking at Sirna's physical appearance. "Depends where you go, I'm Altmer, but there are also many other races with various appearances from person to person."

"Altmer?" "The high elves." Sirna answered Akari.

Lucas then spoke up "what's the story of that black book." Sirna looked at him.

"Witch one...". "The one that spoke to me..what ...what is it."

Sirna looked at him. "Before I answer that did you read it?"

"No..."

"Then there's  no story to be told!" Sirna said as volo who still has the book looked at her curiously.

"We should head back you guys " Akari said looking at them. "Right...uh Sirna it's a bit of a walk to the camp, you can walk there with us right?" Volo asked offering a hand.

"I've killed 3 dragons in the span of 3 days with a stab wound, yes I can walk " she said as she glanced at him. Taken aback a little he nodded "alright....I guess let's go.."

They all headed off arriving at the campsite close to nightfall,  professor Lavington was waiting to great them. "ah Lucas Akari, and Volo it's good to see you made it back safely! I hope your servaying went swimming!, oh and whom might your new friend be?" He greeted as they arrived. "Evening professor and it's been going alright...uh and this is Sirna, she fell from the rift! We were hoping to help her," Akari greets and introduces. Sirna looked at the professor and gave a small bow.

"Oh dear!, that rift...well Ms Sirna, I'm professor lavington, you're welcome to stay at our campsite for the night, it wouldn't be the gentleman in me if I left you to the wilderness!"

"We'll this has been fun but I have to get going, see you guys!" Volo announces.

"Oh alright stay safe volo!" Lucas waved as the blond walked away.

They settled down, and the night grew darker.

Somewhere in the mirelands volo sat on a rock and fished the black book out of his backpack.

"Hmm...waking dreams?" He brushed his hand over the cover going over every nook and cranny, he cracked the book open and the air went still the ground shook but then subsided, volo closed the book before anything and looked up.

"All seekers of knowledge come to me, sooner or later"

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[peccaberry]

Fanart I did a while ago but never posted for @volodei's fanfic The Act of Falling! I love a Rei who is totally normal about Volo. That's some fine art right there. This guy is so opposite to my own Rei but I love him for it!

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