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vulture-writes-stuff · 1 year

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Arven X NB Reader

Arven and his partner share a nice morning together, joined by Koraidon and Mabosstiff.

Reader has a Koraidon purely because he looks more cuddly and I like Koraidon better. My beloved red boi. <3

Also I adore Arven. This boy deserves all the love and protection in the world. Somebody please hug this man.

Sunbeams danced through the gap between the curtains, filling the quiet bedroom with soft orange light. Dawn creeped over the horizon, and the Paldea region stirred from its slumber.

Though the Squawkabilly began their noisy chattering, two trainers lingered in bed, ignoring the call of the morning. Arven had always been an outdoorsy type - he'd spent quite a few nights under the stars, and spent a number of early mornings searching for healthy ingredients before the Pokemon began to wander.

Those early mornings became a thing of the past after he met them. They'd changed his life for the better, saved his best friend, and became among the most renowned trainers in the entire region. It had been years now since he'd first asked them to take on the titans with him. He was glad he had.

Laying with them in his arms like this felt so natural. He couldn't get enough of it, and found himself sleeping in like they did more often than not. Arven stirred lightly as something at the end of the bed moved - his best buddy, Mabosstiff, had jumped up, evidently wanting to join in on some early morning snuggles.

"Mmm.. G'morning, buddy..." Arven reached out with one hand, lazily running a hand along Mabosstiff's coarse fur. The Pokemon trundled across the bed slowly, careful to avoid stepping on either of the trainers, before plopping down over Arven's legs. "Yeah, wasn't planning on getting up for the next few hours, thanks..."

"Agiii?" The soft trill from the bedside made Arven turn over slightly, spotting the large, feathery head of Koraidon peering at him.

"Oh, no, there's not enough room for both of you... C'mon, I'll give you a sandwich later..." Arven didn't have a free hand to nudge Koraidon with, and the Pokemon took that as a sign that he had permission to jump up. Koraidon's large foot landed directly on Arven's chest as he unceremoniously hopped onto the bed, dropping between the two trainers with a heavy thump. He ruffled his feathers proudly, thick tail draped halfway off the bed.

"...Looks like our alarms are going off." The Champion laughed sleepily as they shifted, giving Koraidon an affectionate scratch under the chin. "Good morning, Arven."

"Morning to you, too, hon," Arven sighed, shaking his head gently as he pushed himself up onto his elbows. He reached over Koraidon to pull his partner closer, pressing a sleepy kiss to the corner of their lips. "Sleep well? Without the bed hogs, I mean?"

"Mhmm. As much as I'd love to stay in bed all day, I think we'd get stuck under these two." They adjusted themselves again, tugging their legs free from the blankets. "C'mon, guys, time to get up. You can get your breakfast."

Koraidon jumped down, happily plodding to the door and nosing it open with his snout. Mabosstiff was close behind, fluffy tail wagging as he made his way across the bedroom. Though they'd said they were going to get up, the Champion sunk into Arven's arms with a long sigh, weaving their fingers into his hair. Neither spoke, just enjoying eachother's company for a moment longer.

"Alright, I'm ready to get up now." They finally separated themselves from him, placing a final kiss on his nose before they stood. "You can stay in bed if you want to, love."

"And miss the chance to make breakfast with you?" Arven snorted sarcastically, ruffling his tousled bedhead in a lazy attempt to straighten it before he got up. "Not a chance."

Their comfortable little home was pleasantly warm, the sunrise giving the everything a soft orange glow. Arven paused to give Mabosstiff some much-deserved love, though his mind was elsewhere. He watched the champion move through their kitchen with a pep in their step, peering through cupboards to see what they could make.

He was content to observe for a while, admiring them with a little smile on his face. Koraidon gave him a pointed nudge on his back, before pushing him firmly towards his paramour.

"Ow- careful, you big brute!" Arven scolded under his breath, rubbing the small of his back grouchily. He finally made his way over to the other, winding his arms around their waist and setting his chin on their shoulder. They reached over to stroke his hair affectionately, unable to hide their little chuckle.

"Are you comfortable, love?"

"Very. What do we have?" Arven let his eyes fall shut, content to just listen to the sound of their voice.

"Well, we still have some of that bread you made with Dachsbun... Could go with a classic sandwich, if you're not tired of them." They noted. "I got some fresh fruits and some jam at the marketplace yesterday, too."

"Sandwiches sound good, but I might be biased." Arven snorted. "I'm sure our Pokemon will enjoy them as well."

"Mm-hmm. Alright, up, up!" They poked him, and he reluctantly freed them from his loving embrace. "Turn on some music, let's get cooking." Arven flicked the radio on, a mellow little tune starting up.

They'd been cooking together for years now, ever since they'd first met on the hunt for Herba Mystica. They moved in tandem, like a pair of flamigo, always in sync with whatever they happened to be doing. They both worked busily on cutting fruit, chatting merrily the whole time.

"Hey, Arven." The champion said, bumping shoulders with him. "Let's dance."

"You don't know how to dance, why are you asking me?"

"Because it'll be fun!" They extended a hand to him, smudging the strawberry juice on their other hand off on the towel they had slung over their shoulder.

"Alright, if you insist. Don't step on my toes." Arven wiped his own hands clean, setting one upon their waist and taking their other. They hummed merrily as they scooted up close to him, lovingly stroking their hand along his jawline before setting it on his shoulder.

The two set a steady pace for themselves, matching the upbeat rythmn of the music. While Arven moved with the fluid grace of a Quaquaval, the champion themselves stumbled about like a newborn deerling.

"Really, you can befriend and ride a legendary Pokemon through the sky and across lakes, but you can't dance?" Arven teased, making a show of dipping them dramatically.

"Oh, shush. I have many talents, it just so happens dancing isn't one of them. My two left feet are better suited to sprinting through the desert chasing Pokemon." They were only supported by his arm, their free hand briefly grasping at the counter behind them so they didn't fall over. "Where did you learn how to dance, anyways?"

"I had a lot of free time before I... Uh, went looking for the titans." Arven faltered a moment. "It was just kind of a good way of occupying myself."

"Well, your practice paid off. You're very skilled." The Champion said gently, finally relinquishing their grip on the counter to lean closer to Arven. It was meant to be the gateway into a kiss, but resulted in the pair whacking their foreheads together.

"Ow- careful!" Arven recoiled, stumbling a bit.

"Wh- Arven, don't lean back-!" By the time either had noticed what was happening, Arven toppled backwards, dragging the champion down to the floor with him.

The pair fell to the floor with a mighty crash, the champion's flailing hand knocking the cutting board with the freshly chopped fruit off the counter. Koraidon and Mabosstiff watched the spectacle with a sort of sleepy amusement, their eyes following the food down to the once-pristine floors.

"Uuugh..." Arven groaned dramatically, arms splayed out. The champion lay nearby, their legs partially tangled with his. The couple looked at the fresh mess they had made of their kitchen, multicolored splatters of fruit juice positively covering the floor. They were silent for a long moment.

".... Should we eat out this morning?"

"Yeah. Probably."

My first Tumblr fic please be nice

Hope u enjoy!!

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king-bee-sting · 1 year

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I made a thing bc my friend brought up how much of a loser I am for Arven

Pls use this as you see fit

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equestriagirl16 · 1 year

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So I know Arven’s nickname for us, ‘little buddy’, is 100% a completely platonic title he you gives you as someone who’s inherently a softy and connects with you pretty quickly as you dive into helping him with his biggest troubles.

But as a full on Arven simp and someone who’s also a very touchy feely person there’s just something so extremely affectionate about that title. Now whether you prefer the idea of a platonic or romantic relationship with him is all up to the individual, and is totally valid. But for me there’s just no denying the genuine giddiness I feel whenever he calls you that.

Perhaps it’s because he’s one of the few characters in Pokémon games to flat out call you something other than your name. Or maybe the fact that he mostly prefaces it with ‘my’ before saying it, which adds this extra layer of praise and slight possessiveness as if he was instantly attached to you at the hip. Not to mention it usually follows up after a compliment. And the feelings just grow stronger as you continue on your journey with him, getting to know his personality and motivations as he learns yours. Slowly leaning on and confiding in one another through it all.

It’s almost like he knew, like he knew he made the right choice. Sure at beginning it was because he realized you were a strong enough trainer to help him, but he started to see you were so much kinder and cooler. Your reputation proceeded you, but he got to know you personally and not many others can say that. He has so much pride in you and feels like he owes you so much, the least he can do is stick by your side being as much of a constant in your life as you are in his.

At the beginning you were his little buddy and through everything you’re still HIS little buddy. And running into him throughout the game and hearing him say that has made me physically smile more times than I’ve realized.

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yeehawbvby · 1 year

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Can you do an Arven x f! reader who likes to wear his shirts?

Of course!! I'm sorry it's a bit short/if there are any errors, I was super tired while writing this ;;w;; I hope you like it! 💕

Snug as a Scatterbug | Arven x F!Reader

Rating: G | WC: 688

The first time you wear one of Arven’s shirts, he’s very puzzled.

Standing at the doorway to his room, he watches you work. He left a few moments ago to grab some snacks, and when he came back, the last thing he expected to return to was his girlfriend standing topless in front of his closet. At first, this leaves him speechless and flustered.

Then, he observes as you pick his favorite, comfiest, yellowest sweater out of his wardrobe and toss it over your head. This is where the confusion ensues.

“...What are you doing?” he asks, leaning against the doorframe while his lips curl into a grin.

You stop flattening out the hem of his sweater, freezing in place. You’ve been caught red-handed. Rather than explaining yourself, outwardly panicking, or apologizing, you simply mutter, “Don’t worry about it,” before continuing to situate yourself in his clothing. You don’t even turn around to address him.

He won’t lie to himself – something about seeing you with his shirt engulfing your tiny frame has Butterfrees going nuts in his stomach. There’s something simultaneously adorable and hot about the sight of you in his favorite article of clothing; about how the fabric reaches your knees, and the sleeves go past your hands, creating little paws when you lift them up. Not knowing how exactly to respond to this situation, Arven decides to leave it be.

The next time you wear one of his shirts, it’s his white uniform top. ‘Why that old thing?’ he silently wonders.

You two don’t even have classes to attend that day – you’re just grabbing sandwiches at the local Every Wich Way. The shirt you had on originally matched your outfit more than this, too – your pastel pink leggings worked better with the pastel purple hoodie you had on up top.

Feeling his cheeks burn hot when he peers down at the way his dress shirt drapes over you, he decides once again not to question it. It’s not like you’re gonna keep stealing his stuff, right?

…‘Again?!’ Arven thinks to himself the third time.

He left you alone to take a shower and change after a long day outdoors with your teams, and when you return to him, another one of his sweaters is consuming your torso. This one is a black, Shiny Wooloo wool turtleneck that he bought while interning at a restaurant in Galar a few years back.

“I gotta know,” he prompts, getting up from his spot on the couch and walking towards you. “Why do you keep taking my shirts?”

Your cheeks redden, and you look away from his face. “Thought I told ya not to worry about it, punk,” you sass.

Arven laughs. “I’m not worried, I’m just confused.” You try to walk by him, but he stops you with your ultimate weakness: head pats. As his large palm lands on your scalp, you stop in your tracks. “I don’t mind you wearing my stuff, it looks adorable on you anyway,” he reassures you behind a wide smile. “I just wanna know why.”

You sigh, before bashfully answering, “Your clothes are really cozy, and they smell good.” You fidget with the oversized sleeves around your hands, finally looking up at him. “Feels like you’re constantly hugging me when I have one of your shirts on... It’s nice.”

Arven nearly keels over. ‘So cute!’ If this man wasn’t already head over heels for you, he definitely would be now.

From that point on, Arven goes out of his way to offer you his clothes. Oh, you wanna stay over for a night? Screw those pajamas, take one of his tees instead.

Is it chilly out? Toss one of his sweaters, maybe even one of his jackets, over your own shirt to keep warm.

Not seeing each other for a few days? He’ll offer you half his wardrobe. “That way you never run out of hugs!” he proclaims, making you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Now that Arven knows your “secret,” he might love seeing you wear his shirts just as much as you love wearing them, if not more.

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lonelydusknoir · 1 year

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Arven and Oblivious! Reader

Requested by: @pokegirlie

Reader is gender neutral and goes by you/yours. Please enjoy!

✨ Arven has an absolute difficult time confessing his feelings for you. However, his way of confessing is just making you sandwiches and dropping subtle hints

✨ Unfortunately, it flies right over your head and you think he’s being extra nice to you. You’re his little buddy! His best friend! You helped Mabosstiff get better, so why else would he be treating you so kindly?

✨ He loves you dearly, but it’s pretty frustrating to be seen as “just a friend” when he wants to be more than that. He wants to hold you close and press his lips against yours and tell you how much you mean to him.. but despite those desires, his voice gets caught in his throat and his face flushes red when he tries to confess his feelings bluntly

✨ It takes a bit of pushing from Nemona and Penny (as well as Mabosstiff) to get Arven to just say how he feels. He takes you somewhere private, setting up a picnic and making some sandwiches. Of course, you just see it as two friends hanging out!

✨ While you’re peacefully enjoying the delicious sandwich, Arven finally decides to confess. The silence was deafening. A part of him starts to regret even telling you how he feels. What if you weren’t oblivious? What if you just wanted to stay friends but didn’t want to hurt his feelings

✨ But he didn’t get rejected. Instead, he only hears you shout, “Oh my Arceus, you were trying to tell me you liked me for WEEKS?” your mouth was agape. “I really like you too - but I just thought you only wanted to be friends! Like! You literally call me little buddy! I had no idea!” (Clearly)

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wyverndollface96 · 3 months

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Arven sits with you as you look through your Blueberry Pokédex. He sees a certain Pokémon and points to it.

Arven: “Is that a butt?”

You: *Tries to stifle a laugh*

Arven: “What? It is a butt, isn’t it?”

You: *Bursts out laughing*

Arven: “What!? *Cracks up laughing* I’m just asking what that is!”

You: *Manages to talk through laughter* That’s not a butt, Arven. That’s Solosis. It’s a cell Pokémon.”

Arven: “Ah, ok. Just thought it looked so wrong.” *Laughs*

You: *Continues laughing*

😂

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vidjausers-fable · 1 year

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I’m definitely am NOT drawing a comfort Arven body pillow…

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arvensimp · 1 year

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Arven and the reader trying to take care of a baby pokemon, and arven starts imagining him, and the reader is like a family taking care of a baby.

I've said this a thousand times and I'll say it a thousand times more, I'm WEAK for baby fics.

I hope this kinda works for you? It's not exactly the request but I hope it's sufficiently fluffy.

Baby Mine

Arven x reader (no gendered pronouns are used to describe the reader), discovering a pokemon egg!!

"Hey, uh... Arven?"

"Yeah?" Arven calls back to you without looking up from where he's currently doting upon Mabosstiff.

"Uhm...." You heft up the pokemon egg that you just plucked from your picnic basket.

With no further context from you, Arven looks up from his pokemon, and his eyes go wide.

"Oh, what the hell." He says, sounding more exasperated than anything. "Where'd that come from?"

You sigh. "Some of our pokemon must've, uh..." You blush a bit. "Y'know..."

Arven stands and puts his hands on his hips. "Shit, uh..." He clears his throat softly. "Is there any way to tell, er... Who the parents are? This has never happened with just my team on its own."

You gently prop the egg on your waist and take a seat on a stump. "Same with me. Give me a minute. I'm not overly familiar with breeding tactics. Lemme see which of our pokemon might be..." You wince a bit. "Compatible?"

One Bulbapedia search later, and Arven is staring down Mabosstiff.

"C'mon, bud! Really?!" He says. "That's hardly polite behavior. We owe a lot to those two, ya know? Is that any way to thank either of them?"

Mabosstiff only gives him a cheeky sneer and a loud boof.

Meanwhile, you're down on your Dachsbun's level. "Girl! This is trainerless behavior and not becoming of a Paldean champion! C'mon! At least make him buy you dinner first!" Your tone is entirely lighthearted, and Dachsbun doesn't even look sorry. There isn't a thought behind her eyes.

Arven tries to stifle a snort. "For what it's worth, /I've/ given her plenty of dinners. Does that count?"

"Nope. Mabosstiff needs to step up. He's a father now."

"I can't believe you're not taking this more seriously." Arven says, attempting to grow more sincere.

You pick the egg back up from where you'd gently placed it down on the ground, and stroke the shell tenderly.

"I'm taking it seriously enough," You defend. "It's just...not worth being too upset over, I think..." A soft smile graces your features. "Accidents happen, and goodness knows we both know how to look after a pokemon, right? This should be fine? It's just a sweet little baby..."

You press your cheek to the egg and smile into it. "You'll be a great little friend!" You tell it.

Arven's heart lurches at the sight. He imagined how you'd look holding a little human baby instead, and it's nearly too much.

"C-Can I...?" He asks, holding out both of his hands tentatively.

"Sure!" You pass the egg off to him.

At the exchange, Mabosstiff and Dachsbun both approach just to keep an eye out.

Arven holds the thing like it's...well, like it's exactly as precious as it is. His eyes go a little glassy as he looks it over.

"H-Hi..." He says softly to the egg, rubbing little circles into the shell with his thumbs. "Uh... I'm Arven..."

You snicker softly.

"You're gonna be a grandpa!"

Arven rolls his eyes. "Yeah, well what does that make you, genius?"

"A loving and doting trainer and grandtrainer."

"Mhmm." Arven humors you, then goes to sit, delicately holding the egg in his lap.

"I guess we need to figure out...uh...custody?"

You laugh lightly and scooch closer, so you can keep a hand on the egg while it's still within his grasp. Arven blushes, but you miss it.

"I mean...we can just stick close by?" Dachsbun crawls up beneath your hand and barks. "I imagine these two will want to be around no matter what." You nod to both pokemon. "I don't really have anything major going on. You?"

Arven shrugs. "Not really..."

So you stay close by. Rather than continue traveling terribly far though, the two of you decide to make your way back to the Poco Path Lighthouse. You and Arven swap holding the egg the whole way there.

It gives Arven butterflies watching you carry the thing, so gentle and sweet. You talk to it like it's already a fully hatched pokemon and can talk back, and it's just so endearing it makes his stomach tie in knots.

At one point on the walk back, you gasp loudly.

"Arven!" You cry.

"What?!" He jolts, quickly turning back to you, fully expecting the worst.

"Look, look, look! Come feel!" You hold the egg out to him with a grin, and Arven gingerly takes it.

He's silent for one...two...three long moments before the egg jostles in his hands.

"O-oh my god," He chokes out, smiling wide. "You're getting strong in there, huh, buddy?"

You laugh. "It's gonna be a strong little one, that's for sure!"

Arven holds the egg tightly from there for the rest of the trip back.

You let Mabosstiff and Dachsbun out of their balls once you're inside the lighthouse. Mabosstiff immediately runs over to an old pokemon bed and starts boofing.

Dachsbun follows over and steps into the bed, circling it several times before making a little donut shape and barking.

Arven places the egg with her, and she curls up around it, then Mabosstiff curls up around her.

"Aww..." You kinda wanna cry at the sight of it. "Do you have any blankets for them?" You ask, leaning against Arven. Without thinking, he leans back into you just a bit.

"I'll see what I can find."

Arven leaves for just a moment, and you squat down to pat the dogs' heads. "You guys are gonna do such a good job, huh? You're gonna be a mommy and daddy!"

You continue spouting sweet nothings at them, and Arven just watches from the doorway, smiling at the scene for a minute before he kneels next to you, offering some little blankets and towels to the pair.

"You guys wanna build a nest?"

Mabosstiff boofs and takes the blankets in his mouth then slowly moves to start nuzzling blankets around Dachsbun and the egg.

You and Arven stand.

"Guess we'll just...leave them to it..?"

"Uh, yeah. I guess so. I can make us some food in the mean time?" Arven tells you.

"Sounds good! Hehe, you'll be a great grandtrainer, ya know?" You tell him with a cheeky grin and a friendly pat on his upper arm.

Arven blushes. "Uh...yeah. Y-you too..."

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stinkiesdraws · 1 year

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Gift giving💖

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lazypanartist · 1 year

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Imagine a lazy day with Arven. The two of you have been cleaning his parent's lighthouse lab, organizing the research papers and mementos, putting personal items aside.

But not today. Today was a day of rest for the two of you and your Pokemon, flopped around the picnic table and munching on sandwiches that Arven made before you all left the house.

He was laying next to you, head resting on your shoulder as you both watched your Pokemon play together. Raidon and Mabosstif played tug of war with a sandwich of their own, both rolling back as it split in two. Arven laughed quietly, turning to nudge your cheek with his nose before kissing the area gently.

The wind blew gently through the area, carrying ribombee and flabébé overhead. You smiled, turning to face Arven, and pressed a kiss of your own to his lips. Even with everything that had happened, these quiet moments were here for the both of you.

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vulture-writes-stuff · 1 year

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Self indulgence 2 electric boogaloo

Unrelated but I'm so fucking hype for Hades 2. I loved the first game I'm excited as hell. Anyways self indulgence and comfort. This is just a little ficlet.

Arven X Male Reader

Arven loves his boyfriend with all of his heart, but man, he's a damn idiot sometimes. Case in point: trying to do a sick stunt on the back of a moving Pokemon.

Reader is the SV protagonist, and is the same age as Arven. Takes place after the story, but there are no spoilers. None of Reader's Pokemon are mentioned, and they ride Miraidon.

It was a nice day. It was warm, the sky was cloudless, and the sun was out. Arven had thought to take a nice peaceful walk with Mabosstiff, and had even thought to invite his boyfriend to come with them.

That was a good idea, because he loved his company and genuinely adored him as a person. It was also a bad idea, because he just so happened to be a high-energy daredevil who loved excitement and activity. There wasn't anything wrong with that, of course, but he had a tendency to get himself hurt.

Mabosstiff trundled along peacefully, pausing to sniff at something interesting every once in a while. The two trainers walked side by side, accompanied by Miraidon. The Paradox Pokemon seemed antsy, impatiently nudging at their trainer every so often.

"What are you thinking about?" Arven asked the other suddenly, hooking an arm around his shoulders as an incentive to not do something stupid.

"There's a natural ramp there. I bet I could do a cool trick with Mirai." He hummed, rolling up the sleeves of his uniform jacket. "Watch this!"

"Do not do that!" Arven's words fell upon deaf ears as he watched the other jump on the back of Miraidon, the metallic Pokemon revving up before propelling forward. They kicked up grass and dirt as they went, leaving a worried Arven with a bemused Mabosstiff. "Bad idea!! Don't hurt yourself!!"

Arven shouldn't have jinxed it. He watched as his boyfriend, laughing like a maniac, launched off the ramp on the back of a living motorcycle... And promptly fell off, tumbling down the hill.

"Shit!" Arven cursed under his breath, bustling down the slope as fast as he could. This was exactly why he kept a first-aid kit. He lightly pushed Miraidon out of the way as they landed, nervously fussing over their trainer.

He was relieved to see him roll over, still giggling away. He was covered in grass stains and scratches, his violet uniform pants torn at the knees. Blood oozed sluggishly from a nasty-looking gash on his cheek, but otherwise he looked alright.

"Did not nail the landing." He stated the obvious, wincing as Arven pulled him upright into a sitting position. "Sorry. Couldn't help myself."

"I'm just happy you're in one piece." Arven shook his head with a sigh. He picked a gauze pad out of the box in his bag, gently dabbing at the bleeding scratch to clean it. "Really, that was foolish! You have to take better care of yourself, you can't just fling yourself off of every ledge you see."

He continued his scolding as he tended to his partner's scratches and bruises, making sure to bandage up any cuts that were bleeding. He was completely unaware of his boyfriend staring, a sort of dopey grin on his face.

"...What?" Arven finally caught on, a pale blush dusting over his features.

"I love you," He sighed dramatically, sinking forward into Arven's arms and accidentally dropping a few grass blades onto him in the process.

"Tsch." Arven clicked his tongue, giving him an affectionate kiss on the forehead. "I love you, too. Let's get you to nurse Miriam, make sure you're completely okay. I'd rather you not have an untreated concussion."

"Nurse Miriam it is." He tried to stand up, stumbling awkwardly on a twisted ankle. Arven caught him, helping him right himself completely. "Should we hitch a ride back?"

"Absolutely not."

Extremely short. Things are not great but I am. Managing.

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argo-nautical · 1 year

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Arven (and player-ish) pencil doodle from work because ibis crashed on me agahskdkj

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nxrdamp · 1 year

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For a S/V prompt, how about some fluff with Arven & gender-neutral MC taking a well-deserved rest after the events of Area Zero.

I used to have a puffy vest like his, and they are SOFT. I imagine resting one's head on his chest must feel like heaven.

Arven x Gn! Reader -Comfort at Last

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After the devastating realization that the only parent he “had”, hadn’t been there the whole time, Arven felt more alone than ever.

Even when Nemona insisted they all walk back together, he stayed silent.

“How the hell can she be so happy?! That was my parent, back there as a AI!!! The AI even left me….”

I don’t even think my (mother/father) got a proper burial….” Arven thought to himself, struggling farther and farther behind the group

After a few moments, the group left him entirely, as he snuck away. While everyone else was headed back to (Naranja/Uva) Academy, he ran back to his (mother’s/father’s) old research center by the lighthouse

He locked the door as soon as he ran in, and collapsed, letting the tears flow from his eyes.

Mabosstiff came out of his pokéball on his own, snuggling up to Arven to comfort him.

“Why Mabosstiff? Why did you have to raise me? I love you, but I just want them back. I want my (mom/dad)….”

Mabosstiff let out a sad bark, nuzzling his face into Arven’s neck.

Days when by, and still not sign of Arven. Nemona couldnt really bother herself to look and Penny didn’t really know him that well.

(Y/n), however, was searching all over Paldea for him. Even going back to Area Zero to see if he was hiding in the 4th research station to mourn his loss

Eventually, they were walking back to their mother’s house, to seek advice.

Arven was loosing his mind, first he lost his parent, and then Mabosstiff ran away. Was it because he was too pathetic to face reality? Or something else. He didn’t know.

————

(Y/n) was strolling down Poco path, before being pinned to the ground.

“H-Hey! What the hell?!”

They crawled out of the captor’s grasp, to get a good look at them.

It was Mabosstiff, he had left Arven to find help.

“Hey Mabosstiff” (Y/n) said, worried,”Where’s Arven? Is he okay?!”

Mabosstiff shook his head no

“Can you show me to him?”

Mabosstiff gave a bark in reply, agreeing to their request.

“Alright” (Y/n) replied,”We’re going to him right now. I’m……I’m really scared Mabosstiff. I want my friend back. I want him.”

Mabosstiff took that as all the confirmation he needed, and took off, dragging (Y/n) behind him across Pogo Path, leading to the place where they first met, the place where Arven’s (mother/father) used to conduct research.

The two of them walked up to the door, before letting out a shaky sigh.

“Here goes nothing…” They whispered to themselves

(Y/n) then gave a firm knock on the door, only to hear a response of shuffling around the room, and disgruntled noises.

“Ugh. Go away.” Arven said, not even bothering to open the door to see who his visitor is.

Mabosstiff barked, demanding the door to be opened at once.

He ripped the door open, ready to pounce on whoever had his partner.

“YOU-“ Arven said, stopping in his tracks before locking eye contact with (Y/n).

Mabosstiff jumped on Arven, giving him a puppy-hug, as (Y/n) stepped into the dusty, once not so long ago abandoned, research facility.

They coughed from the dust being stirred up, only to find an inflatable mattress on the floor, that looked as if it had seen better days. It was adorned with tear stains and shedded fur.

“Why are you here? Student council girl send you for ‘attendance’ or something?” Arven said, shutting the door to let no one else in.

“No. She actually doesn’t know I’m here. Penny either. I……I care for you Arven. I do. I know Area Zero must have fucked with you in the head. I know that, but….please…I wanna be there for you. I’ll never be or replace your (mom/dad), but you do have people that care for you in your life! Well, I don’t know anyone else’s true feelings, but I know mine. You….mean so much to me. I can’t stand you being so….alone”

They walked over to him, cupping his cheek as tears flowed from his eyes at their sweet, encouraging words. “Arven…” (Y/n) said,”I love you. Always will. Plus, you can’t get rid of me. Mabosstiff will just team up with me again.”

Arven let out a chuckle, before hugging them so hard they both fell onto the aged mattress.

“A-Arven!!” (Y/n) laughed, crawling out from underneath him. They then rested their head upon his fluffy, yellow vest.

“I love you too (Y/n)….please know I wasn’t abandoning you-“

“Don’t apologize.” They said, holding him tighter to hear his increased heartbeat,”You lost a parent for Arceus’s sake! I was worried about you, not mad Arvy.”

He sniffled,”Thank you” He said quietly,”Thank you for always being there for me….no one else is-“

Mabosstiff let out a rebuttal, but in the form of an angry bark.

“-besides you and Mabosstiff” Arven finished, laughing his tears away as Mabosstiff tried to smush the both of them on the mattress.

“Just rest” (Y/n) told him,”We’ll worry about Clavell and Nemona chewing our asses out for attendance later”

He gave them a kiss on the forehead, and the three of them got some well deserved rest

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Hmmm some steamy Arven prompts: in a tent whilst titan hunting, dorm rooms at the academy, I think I liked the vibe of “oh shit we could get caught in the act” in in too deep so thanks for unlocking something within me 😮‍💨🤠

*kisses u on the mouth!!!!!* The fact that you gave me multiple prompts has been SO NICE. It’s filled my little rotted goblin brain with ideas >:3 So tysm for that! Idk if you saw it yet, but I borrowed the dorm room one for a previous request!

Gonna go with the “we can get caught” concept here, just because I’m a sucker for that too tbh (see below: that word count, that I actually cut from already LMAO). I accidentally wrote a Dom!Arven, so I’m sorry for that :’D Hope you enjoy!! x

Light My Beacon | (Arven x F!Reader)

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

Rating: Mature/Explicit | WC: 1,848

“This is such a bad ideahh!~”

Below you, you can hear the chatter of tourists and Paldean natives sightseeing near Porto Marinada. The chirps of their accompanying Pokémon. The deep blue waves and white foam that crash against the shore like clockwork. The occasional Kilowattrel flies overhead, leaving the flaps of their wings echoing in your eardrums.

You feel the warm Spring sun beating down on your pinkened cheeks. The cold metal of the railing – covered in sharp, deep orange flecks of paint that are chipping away, thanks to the elements – pressed against your back. A chilly sea breeze blows by, sending Gooserene bumps down your skin. More bumps are sent upward from your lower half as you feel a particularly delicious jolt within you, paired by a harsh nip at your neck.

You swallow back a whimper. A short squeak makes its way past your vocal cords anyway. “Arven, shit, t-this is so stupid.”

Ignoring your half-assed protests, your partner continues to pulse into your sweet spot with his middle and ring fingers. Working you with more vigor than he beats eggs smooth, or kneads dough to the perfect pliability for molding. It’s taking every ounce of air in your lungs not to cry out Arven’s name, so you whisper-yell your concerns while clinging onto his shirt for dear life.

“What if– mmn, w-what if someone comes up here?!”

He ceases the war he’d been waging on your neck to chuckle against the freshly-bruised skin, placing a soft, open-mouthed kiss before responding. “Guess we’ll just have to listen for visitors…” He kisses up your jawline, and just as he presses the edge of his thumb to your clit, he murmurs against your ear, “Which means you’re gonna have to shut the fuck up.”

You hate to admit it to yourself, but you love when Arven gets like this. Makes you feel like the most valuable treasure in the region. The most beautiful girl in the world. When he’s so ravenous that he’ll do whatever it takes to make a mess of you, even if it entails being just a little mean, it lights a fire in you that nobody but him can extinguish.

Arven’s harsh words wring out another needy whine. Your lower belly feels as warm as the coppery beige slabs of stone that rest beneath your shoes.

He chuckles, then teases, “You’re so into this, aren’t you?”

He lightly nips at your earlobe, kisses just underneath where your ear meets your neck, then hovers an inch back up to continue. “You’re getting off on the fact that anyone can hear your pretty little moans, yeah?”

Arven’s free hand, which was caging you against the banister, reaches up and tangles into your hair as he pulls away from your profile to get a better look at you. He grins at the sight, hungrily drinking in the way your hips wantonly rock against his thick digits, and how subtly your legs quiver, weakened with adrenaline and pleasure.

Quietly, he mutters, “Anyone can climb that ladder, or simply…” He lightly tugs your tresses, forcing another whimper out of you as your face greets the clouds. “...Look up, and they’ll have the perfect view of me destroying this tight little pussy of yours.”

Your stomach does a flip – both at the mental-image, and at your boyfriend’s wording. His face creeps closer to yours. He licks a small strip against the center of your throat before closing his lips against it; before loosening his grip in your hair, allowing your head back to its natural forward-facing position. Through hazy vision, you can see that Arven’s pupils are blown wide, rendering his visible eye more blackened than aquatic.

Leaning in towards your mouth, but not quite closing the gap, he whispers the end of his thoughts. “And you love it.”

He hovers there, then pulls back slightly when you lean in to steal a kiss. Responding to the frustrated mewl that escapes you, his smug grin widens. “Admit it, lil’ cutie.”

“F-fuck,” you sigh, “Yes, Arven, I love it so much.”

A quiet, cocky laugh emits from your lover as he leans into your lips. “Good girl.”

He closes the gap, and you pull away shortly after to gasp, “N-need more, please.”

“Oh, so it’s not that you don’t mind someone catching us… you want someone to catch us.”

“Don’t care, god, please fuck me.” You swallow a moan, then continue your pleas. “Need you so bad, please Arven~”

Arven silences you with another kiss, this one much more forceful. He untangles your locks from his fingers and flattens a supportive palm on the back of your head, just above your nape. Leaves you breathless. When Arven opens a new gap, you peer below you as he slowly pulls his fingers from your pussy, then your pants, and lifts them up to your mouth. Your lips part, and gazing up at your boyfriend with Deerling-like eyes, you let him slip his slickened digits inside. Twirling your tongue around his fingers like you would his cock, sucking yourself off of him. Sucking him clean. Driving yourself insane with want.

You notice a proud glint in Arven’s eye as he cups your face in both hands and dips back down. His chapped lips touching your smoother ones, he murmurs, “Such a good girl for me,” before rewarding you with more kisses. “Y’taste so fucking good,” Arven groans into another. His approval sends a shiver down your spine as you practically melt into his touch.

Your grip moves from Arven’s broad shoulders, down his clothed torso, and onto the front of his pants. Before you can unbutton them for him, he swats you away, taking matters into his own hands. Once his cock springs free, he undoes your bottoms as well. He only brings them below your hips, but for ease of access, you promptly let them fall to your ankles.

Without pulling away from your kiss, Arven lifts one of your legs with his fingertips – as if it weighs nothing – and curls it around his side. He adjusts the angle of his hips slightly to line up with your center… but opts to toy with you a bit. Arven slowly slides his length against your folds; softly thrusting his head against your clit, painting your labia with a mixture of your arousal and his pre-cum, creating the lewdest little sounds between your bodies.

“Mnn,” you whine into your partner’s lips, pulling away slightly to use your words. “Fuck, stop that,” you urge.

You’re practically about to snap just from being fingered and teased, meanwhile Arven’s having a great time milking every last drop of your patience. Smiling as he gnaws his bottom lip. Basking in how eagerly you squirm against him. If he weren’t so goddamn beautiful, you’d want to punch that cocky, knowing look off of his face.

“Pleas– oh, fuck!”

Arven plunges into you without warning, his face contorting into a cheeky, cat-like grin as he watches yours morph from frustrated to fucked up. You suppose it makes sense. There was no need to pause and use spit as lube when you’ve already concocted an excess of your own.

Dragging your hands up to Arven’s blonde and brown tresses, you tangle your fingers between the strands, desperate for something to hang onto. You bite your lip so as to stop yourself from practically announcing to all of Paldea that you’re being fucked on top of the Porto Marinada lighthouse in broad daylight. Just as a heady cry begins to evade your defenses, Arven plants his lips on yours.

He growls into your mouth as you mewl into his, echoing one another back and forth. Wrestling your tongues together, then sucking his before he harshly tugs your bottom lip between his teeth. All the while his hips snap into yours, his thick cock reaching so, so deep. Arven is strategic in his thrusts, making sure no skin-on-skin smacks reverberate into the midday air. You wish with all your heart that he would just forget that and pound into your cunt without mercy.

Arven’s got you sweating beneath his touch, his free, calloused, large hand cupping your chest, your cheek, your neck, your hip. Has you panting like a fucking Growlithe with each firm tap his dick makes against your g-spot. Humming like an Altaria with each moan he breathes against your lips. Making your core tingle as he leans his forehead against yours, drowning you in hushed praise and insults in tandem; softly telling you that you’re his perfect slut, his good little whore, his desperate princess.

You wrap your arms around Arven, biting his shoulder to keep yourself from letting the screams that reside in the back of your throat come out to play. Needing to gain his own composure, your lover digs his fingers into your hooked leg, with a vice grip on the handrail beneath his other fist. Like a fraying thread, you feel yourself come undone as his cock begins to harden and twitch inside of you.

“F-fuh– I’m cumming,” you whine into Arven’s collar, just before you’re slain by a little death. “Please don’t stop, Arven!”

He pulls you from his shoulder, forcing you to look him in the eye. “Mm, go ‘head and cum for me.” He hisses your name, followed by, “God, you feel so fucking good.”

Right when stars begin coating your vision, Arven mirrors you. You bask in how good he feels, pulsating inside your tightening cunt, coating it in thick ribbons of cum. As he pulls out, his release drips slowly down his shaft and your leg.

Unfortunately, you don’t have time to clean up the mess: before either of you can so little as catch your breath, you hear the soft patters of rubber and skin against metal.

An indication that you’re about to have company.

Both sets of eyes lock and widen as you simultaneously curse under your breath. Each of you pull your pants up, then hurry to help fix each other’s messy hair. Just before the group of… Unovan, you think? tourists show themselves, Arven and you lean on the handrail, pretending to gaze out at the land below you.

“Wow, a lovely views from here!” one girl prompts. Her Paldean is broken, but it’s cute that she tried, and you appreciate the effort.

“Definitely,” you agree, pulling away from the railing and inconspicuously tugging at Arven’s sleeve. You turn and give him a look that silently says, ‘Let’s go,’ and he responds with a subtle nod. “Enjoy your stay!” you offer, as you and your boyfriend scurry away.

As you clamber onto the ladder, you both fall into a fit of giggles. “I can’t believe we did that,” you mutter.

“Right?!” Arven responds from above you. “Look at us go!”

Once you’re both on solid ground again, you make way to the nearest Pokémon Center, crossing your fingers in hope that its restrooms won’t be too crowded. There’s no way either of you are trekking back home to Mesagoza like this.

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