#Irida x reader

[omletteflipper]

"Would you still love me if I were a Wurmple?" Various PLA x reader hcs + submas

My dear followers, I would love you if you were Wurmples.

Volo

"Oh! That reminds me of this old legend where a princess turns into a Wurmple, and her lover..."

He would build the best little Wurmple house for you.

He would entertain you with stories and legends, with the added bonus of you not being able to interrupt.

Adaman

"Are you planning on becoming a Wurmple anytime soon?"

He would carry Wurmple-you everywhere on his head or in his pocket.

Irida

"Uuuuuh, I guess?"

She would make little Wurmple-sized necklaces for you.

Or a Wurmple-sized jacket so you can go visit the Pearl Clan camp.

Cyllene

"Absolutely not"

Honestly she'd probably cry.

She'd set up an inescapable enclosure on the far side of her office.

Ingo

"I'm not sure I understand what you're asking..."

He would place you under his hat for safekeeping.

Might try to use you in a Pokemon battle to see if that works.

Emmet

"Of course!"

He 100% tries to evolve you. (It doesn't work)

After asking him that question, he sometimes refers to you as "My little Wurmple"

[onestepbackwards]

The death grip Adaman and Ingo hold over me is so hilarious it’s upsetting.

I saw Adaman and Irida arguing and my thumb cramped from the number of screenshots I took.

Also Irida is fuming when I picked Adaman to help me and seeing me squeal when he went “That’s my (name).” She cannot win in this game.

Also accidentally causing a clan war because of my favoritism towards Adaman and his clan. Being completely oblivious to it as I try to finish my Pokédex.

Irida is doing everything in her power to spite Adaman when you aren't playing the game at this point. But she does have an ace up her sleeve, seeing as Ingo is also a favorite of yours as well. Even if he was an outsider, she takes all she can get! You liked one of her wardens! Even if you didn't like her like you did Adaman, she is still proud of this fact. Poor Ingo is unwilling dragged into this, though he is just happy that you favor him at all. As much as Irida tries to drag him into it, he always ends up sneaking away, or not really paying attention unless it ends up in a battle. Which it does. A lot. Adaman fighting for your 'honor', and Irida fighting to gain your favor. Ingo referees.

[bellafragolina]

Can I request Adaman and Irida comforting homesick reader

heyo! you didn't specify separate so i assumed it was at the same time! hope that's okay

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For all their love to argue over Sinnoh, time and space, Adaman and Irida are always ready and eager to set aside their differences for your sake. Seeing you in the village together, sporting injuries, they take to fussing with surprising agreeableness. When you were exiled from Jubilife, they were quick to find you and fret over you without even a word of anger towards one another, all their ire focused on Kamado to have done this to you. Not even when you pick one to accompany you do they say anything, only bickering about it when you’re not around

With things settled and you back to your normal mission of just filling out the dex, Irida and Adaman get along better than ever. Their common ground of loving you dearly helps them, and they come together when one notices your shoulders sagging, the lack of genuine brightness in your eyes and your smile. They approach together, hands gentle as their words are soft. They coax you to tell them your woes, and when you do, they find themselves at a loss

Homesickness is not something either has really experienced. Sure, they’ve missed their clans, but that was with the knowledge of their home being a few days trip away. Your home is out of your reach for an undetermined amount of time, and as much as you love Hisui, you long for what you can remember. And they understand.

Irida takes you into her arms, rocking you side to side as you cry or vent or whatever you need. She pets your head, and promises you over and over that both the Pearl and Diamond Clans are happy to help you in your goal to get home. Whatever you need, shelter or information, they will help how they can. Rare Pokémon in the area? Irida herself will guide you to them and help you study them with the tips and tricks she grew up with passed on to you.

Adaman hugs you as well, far tighter than Irida. He clings to you, wanting to squeeze away your sadness, but aware he can’t. Instead, he offers distraction. He has plenty of silly tales to share, about himself, his clan, or even about Irida (though she shouts and stammers over him sharing such embarrassing stories). He’s a big brother of the clan, despite being younger than Mai, and he tickles you and tells silly jokes until you crack a smile again

Together, Irida and Adaman do their best to soothe your aching heart. Whether with reassurance or distraction, they give it all to you. After your dedication to them and their nobles despite being foreign of this place, they owe you that at least. They adore you sorely, and want you happy and safe.

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In the car headed home from the airport eyo

~Renee

[leggerefiore]

we already know how the submas brothers deal with a s/o who's sick, but how about author's choice of headcanons for characters taking care of their s/os? (the recent cold weather in my area has caused me to develop an ear issue, tbh i know cyrus probably wouldn't help but the image of emotion man failing to heat up soup in a microwave makes me feel a little better,,)

ear pains are the worst. my sinuses clogged and my ears wouldn't pop and I wanted to Die.

characters: Cyrus, Volo, Elesa, and Irida

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ Terror after you begin to show symptoms. His emotions come flooding back to him, and you are being notably avoided. Cyrus knows he seems cruel, but he wants to avoid getting sick. The very idea would set him back by who knows how much and annoys him. He is kind enough to buy you whatever you request, but it is left outside your bedroom door in a basket.

☄️ As stated, he's buying you whatever you want. If you, for whatever reason, wanted some food dish that is insanely expensive and doesn't require him preparing it, you'll have it. He just won't hand it off to you directly. Poor guy approaches you in gloves, mask, and goggles if he has to. He procures all kinds of medicines for you. Too much. You are certain to be bought every form of ibuprofen for some reason.

☄️ After he notices your lack of appetite, be it from being unconscious for many hours or just being too exhausted to do anything, he sighs and accepts his fate. People avoid the canned soup aisle as he stares at the options intensely. He has no idea which of these works best. You wake up to a knock on the door and French onion soup in a bowl. You wonder his plans.

☄️ Even if you're crying in front of him (his literal one weakness), he is refusing to touch you. The Team Galactic Boss does not want to be ill. Ever. The idea of his admins funnelling into his apartment annoyed him. Though, he does feel awful for your condition. You get a Weavile or Crobat to cuddle with, depending on your preference. (Crobat makes a great pillow, but Weavile's purrs help with headaches. Choose wisely.)

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Everything felt bad. Your head pounded, your throat tickled, every time you coughed or sneezed you felt more and more upset. The stuffiness allowed no more blowing your nose for now. Tears blurred your eyes as you felt alone. Hiccuping quietly to yourself, you reached for the tissues. A knock suddenly rasped from the door, a deep voice called out to you, “I am home and I brought more medicine.” You sighed. Cyrus did not seem to grasp that you had more than enough. The sound of a pokeball opening rang out, and a familiar cry soon followed. “Once more, I am apologetic that you have fallen ill. I hope my pokemon is a nice enough substitute for me in this time,” Cyrus spoke with finality before waking off. You laughed until you coughed.

💫Volo📜

⭐️ Gross, he says, stepping away from you. He immediately tells you that you pushed yourself too far for Team Galaxy and demands you rest for a day or two. His friendly demeanour is always there, but always made you remember everything that happened between you both. You do as he says and wake up to a steaming cup of tea beside you alongside a warm rag on your forehead. It's obvious this was either his or Cogita's actions.

⭐️ He brings you whatever he thinks can help you with your symptoms. There's little in proper medicine during this period of time, but you get meals cooked with medicinal leeks and oran berries quite often. His concern is oddly apparent. You then remember that even things like the cold had a decent fatality rate in this time period. You're gifted little trinkets, too, that he thinks may help make you feel better.

⭐️ He's no cook, but having been on his own for a while, he does know how to make things that at least fall under edible. You awake to more of his medicinal soup at your bedside and start feeling a strange warmth in your chest despite the fog in your brain from sickness. Volo can be oddly sweet in his own way.

⭐️ He's not cuddling with you, even if you're begging him to. Volo will, however, sit near you and speak with you. You're updated on goings-on in Hisui and wonder how he manages to get this information despite having “vanished.” Sometimes, his hand drifts near yours and holds it for a moment. The soft warmth from him is much appreciated. You do swear that you wake up and feel a warm spot in the futon beside you, but Volo never is around for you to question when it happens.

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You woke up from a nightmare, desperately gasping for air. The sudden amounts of air triggered a coughing fit and had you leaning forward as your head throbbed from the sinus pressure swelling in your head. The door to your small, shared home slid open, and a hand rubbed your back. Volo's hair was down and running over his shoulders gorgeously as his stormy eye gazed at you intensely. The emotional high came down, and you managed to regain your breath. Laying back down, you sighed as he ringed out a rag to lay across your forehead. “… If only this happened after you received the last of the plates,” he sighed, “Do get better, my angel.” You nodded and sneezed into a hand cloth. He grimaced. His face almost made you laugh.

⚡️Elesa🌟

⭐️ Panics when you start showing symptoms. Immediately searching whatever could be wrong with you while also forcing you to lay down. A humidifier is plugged and tissues are left on the bedside table. Her next thoughts are if she needs to take off work and what to do if she gets sick, too. She tries to recall what she knows about sickness and debates asking help from her friends.

⭐️ She goes to buy medicine and returns with a distressing amount. The idea of seeing you in pain bothers her too much. She's quickly concocting a potion of medications, but you'll likely need to ask her to slow it down a little. She's just worried for you, in the end, but her panic results in a potion of bone hurting more than a cold cure. Small gifts of chocolates or similar things are left for you, too, as a surprise.

⭐️ Her cooking is not… the best. She's a busy woman that doesn't have the time to settle down and cook, but she does know a guy. A certain train adjacent man comes over and helps her make soup for you, to which she eagerly gifts you while offering to feed you. If you're feeling lethargic enough, there probably won't be a question, just your girlfriend making sure you eat something. (She also aggressively makes health teas for you to drink to help you stay hydrated and get some extra vitamins you might be lacking).

⭐️ She knows she shouldn't, but seeing you so ill and pitiful, she crawls into bed with you and cuddles you. Elesa tries to massage your temples to help with any head pain and presses a sneaky kiss or two to your cheek. The gym leader coos over your weakened state while trying to make sure you feel comfortable. She also leaves her Ampharos to keep you company as a cuddly friend when she has work.

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You coughed so hard that your head pulsed with pain during each nearly involuntary actions. It was unknown where you caught this vulgar affliction, but when you found out, you would attack whoever passed it along. Ampharos nuzzled into you with a quiet bleat. Electric types always held a pleasant warmth. Just as you were drifting off from the soft comfort of your girlfriend's pokemon, the door of the room opened. Elesa peered in carefully, steaming bowl of soup in her hands. “Oh!” her face grew flustered, “Sorry, sweetie… Ingo brought you some more soup, since he was worried when I said you really weren't eating a lot.” She held the bowl forward. You smiled. Her friends were extremely kind. “It's okay,” you managed to respond, “His cooking is really nice; I'll have some.” She giggled and took a seat beside you, setting the bowl on the night stand. You managed to raise up from the embrace of the sheep and enjoy a nice meal with some banter from your lover.

❄️Irida🦪

⚪️ Poor thing is heavily concerned when you get sick. Obviously, getting sick in this time period isn't something preferred. Especially when you're a member of a rural clan in a region that has had little to no modern development. She demands that you take time off from your Survey Corps work and rest. Irida will go to Kamado if you don't request it yourself. Preferably, too, she can keep you in the Pearl Settlement, but she also acknowledges the benefit of the Galaxy Team's more advanced medical knowledge.

⚪️ Medicine isn't exactly the same as it is modernly, so you're more likely given herbal teas and ground up spices to help with your affliction. If you need to be cooled, she leaves her dear Glaceon at your side, but if you need to be warmed, you're given her Flareon. There's little she can do outside of keeling you company and hoping you get better. She may start hunting for a Blissey if her concern gets bad enough. The legends of their caring natures and healing capabilities aren't unknown to her, after all.

⚪️ You are often shaken awake from your sickness induced slumber to be offered a warm bowl of soup with plenty of medicinal leaks and oran berries inside to help with your health or a tea that's made from herbs that are believed to help manage pain and sickness. She's incredibly soft in these moments, chiding you lightly about not getting proper nutrients. The Pearl Clan leader knows she's seen you go against Noble pokemon at their most powerful, but she can't help but worry. Maybe using all your energy against them left you vulnerable. She'd try to ask the Sinnoh for help, but you captured it. (This helps her believe you'll get better. After all, no ordinary person could capture such powerful pokemon and wield them.)

⚪️ She does maintain a slight distance until you're seemingly getting better. Irida would remain at your beside during the worst parts of your sickness, but during the more manageable moments, she let you rest your head in her lap and stroked your hair. Often, she suggests you sit in the hot springs, but you jokingly ask her to join you in that case. Her face is deadly serious when she says she will. In the end, you would say her kindness and conversation made you feel better than any of the medicines, admittedly.

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You pressed the small ice fox closely to your head and sighed. Glaceon let out a small sound, but ultimately adjusted herself to lay comfortably near your forehead. There was some irony about using the ice type to help with your cold while in the middle of the most frigid place in Hisui, but that was currently lost to you. The door to the hut opened and revealed your girlfriend covered in a slight layer of snow. “How are you feeling?” she asked, coming to sit by your bed. This had become a custom since you became sick. Glaceon cried out a greeting to her beloved friend, which made you whine. Too much vibrating. “I think I'll take you up on the hot spring offering,” you managed, “After I stop feeling so cold…” Her hand reached forward to press against your forehead. The back of her hand brushed against your cheek as concern filled her eyes. She already had so much to worry about, and you just added more to her plate. “I'm sorry, Iri, you don't have to worry about me so much, I'll be fine,” you told her. Irida shook her head. “I'll get started on a good healthy meal for you,” she said dutifully, standing up proud, “You will be better in no time.”

[pokenimagines]

NSFW Adaman and Irida fic- Hello! I'm not sure if you're comfortable with this or not, so feel free to reject my request 💟 I'd like a little spicy fic where the reader (female, if possible) ends up in a threesome with Adaman and Irida, if that's not too much trouble! Thanks a lot for your hard work (I really enjoyed the last event!)

gruehgalibnsdkjfbse my bi mind is having an aneurysm like fhweufh when I saw both of the leaders I had a genuinely hard time who I'd rather be with. Like. Both. At the same time preferably.

Discord (16+) - Request Information 

Warning: This is NSFW so if you’re under the legal age or uncomfortable with content like this, please skip over this one!

NSFW Adaman and Irida: The Leaders and Their Pet

"So you agree?" Irida looked at you with expectant eyes and you scratched the back of your head. You had been called to her place in the bitter cold, the old man saying it was an important business meeting, and here you were. Irida and Adaman asking if you wanted to join them in a threesome.

Apparently they both liked you, far more than they should, and the main issue is they wouldn't want a clan feud over romance. So they decided, if you were willing, to share. It wasn't just a threesome they were offering...but it was a perk.

"I mean..." You said, looking between the two clan leaders. They were both near your age and extremely attractive. Not to mention everything you had gone through with them. You literally fought both their gods with them standing right by your side. You didn't just like the two clan leaders, you were in love with them.

"You don't have to, if you're uncomfortable with it." Adaman said, though the pained look in his eyes was telling. You took in a deep breath before finally looking at the two leaders.

"I uh never said that. I just...don't know how we'd go about it is all." You barely had experience with a single partner, now you were being thrown into a polyamorous relationship? A thruple, if you recalled correctly.

Irida beamed, looking at you and then grabbing one of your hands. She brought it up to her lips and kissed your knuckles, "Then let us lead...please."

Adaman nodded in agreement, and he too had a goofy grin on his face like a purloin that caught the rattata. "We don't have a crazy amount of experience, but at least in the diamond clan sexuality is looked at as a very...free spirited thing."

"It's a bit more closed off in the pearl clan but it doesn't mean it's forbidden." Irida nodded. You swore if both of them had experience in this, you might actually die and see Arceus way sooner than expected.

Adaman had come closer, wrapping his arm around your waist from behind and began peppering kisses alongside your neck. Right as Irida came up to kiss you, noises were heard from outside the home. Someone cleared their throat and Irida and Adaman took a step away from you and you tried fixing up your clothes as to not look suspecious.

One of the pearl clan members came inside and looked at the three of you, "Perfect, you're all here! We just had notice of a time space distortion appearing close to the village." He said and Irida sighed.

"However...perhaps this will have to wait for a different time it seems." She said as she was already gathering her team. You already knew you were being dragged into this battle and were silently thankful it was happening, battling was far easier to manage than relationships. You knew you would eventually have to deal with it again though. The thought both terrified and excited you.

It should've come as no surprise then when not even a week later the three of you had set up camp in the outskirts, away from anyone in either clans and far from the Gingko Guild's travel route.

Adaman laid flat on his back, his cock burrowing into you while Irida sat on his face. Her hands sprawled over his chest as she grinded her cunt on his mouth, whimpering at the sensation while you rode him to the best of your abilities.

You had no clue how long you two had been at this, maybe ten minutes, maybe an hour. Your legs burned from the exertion but the pleasure that coursed through you every single time you hilted back on Adaman had your eyes rolling back.

AFAB

Irida leaned closer, pulling you by the back of your neck and locking you into a kiss. You moaned into her mouth as her hand came up and rolled over your clit. It was just the right amount of stimulation you needed to be coming again on Adaman's cock.

Adaman groaned, pushing Irida slightly off him as he bucked up into your hips. "S-so tight." He murmured as Irida sat back down. The lewd slurping noises would've normally had you blushing bright red, but at the time you couldn't find it in you to care.

Irida bit down on your lip, opening it up so she could deepen the kiss. She let out a high pitched mewl as she came on Adaman's face, rolling her hips even more and Adaman had to hold her steady or else he'd really die from eating her out.

She was shaking and it wasn't long before you felt Adaman tense up, his warm seed filling your cunt up.

AMAB

Irida leaned forward, pulling you closer to her and locking your lips together. Her hand went over, running over your weeping cock and spreading some of the precum to help lube her up. You groaned into her mouth as she began working her cock at the same time you were riding Adaman.

You needed barely any stimulation to be coming on your stomach and her hand, gasping for breath against her lips. Your eyes half lidded as you tried to process what was going on.

The lewd slurping noises from Adaman still eating out Irida was all you needed to come back, blushing from the sound and wondering what she tasted like.

Irida let out a high pitched moan, coming on Adaman's face and rolling her hips against him. Adaman had to hold her up so she wouldn't completely collapse on his face and suffocate him.

You felt Adaman tense up underneath you, filling you with his seed as he groaned, finally coming to his peak.

Gender Neutral Ending

All three of you took a moment, breathing deeply and trying to catch your breath. Irida was the first to move, moving away from Adaman's face and actually laughing at his wet, but blissed out face. She grabbed one of the many towels and tossed it on Adaman's face and he shot her a glare before wiping his face off.

You were still saddled on his cock as he leaned up and grabbed your chin, giving you a short but passionate kiss. You could taste Irida on his lips and groaned into the kiss, wishing you could've gotten a more direct taste. Next time. You'd do that next time.

Irida slapped your thigh and got your attention, "You going to sit on him all day, or are we going to get cleaned up?" She teased and you rolled your eyes. You winced as you got up and off Adaman, your thighs burning from working muscles you never really used.

Adaman helped you and couldn't help but swallow a lump in his throat as he watched his seed drip out of your hole. Irida brought him back, smacking him with a towel.

"Well stop staring and start helping them." She said and Adaman stuck out his tongue.

"So demanding for someone falling apart on my tongue earlier." Adaman noted as he grabbed the towel and flipped you on your back. The towel was damp as it ran across your sex, cleaning up the cum that was seeping out.

"I should've suffocated you when I had the chance." Irida murmured, finishing cleaning herself off and she looked between you two. "Next time you should feel his mouth though; it has at least one good quality."

"Damn, gotta love this sweet pillow talk." You laughed, sitting back up and looking over at your two new lovers.

"Romance is our specialty." Adaman said with a shrug, pulling you back in for a kiss.

"So what's for dinner, by the way? Doubt Beni is willing to travel off in the middle of nowhere for room service." All three of you, despite the activities, were still looking pretty awake and your stomach was starting to feel empty. You looked between the two leaders who had sheepish grins on their faces.

"I'm making dinner, got it." You said, nodding your head solemnly, "You two are lucky I like you."

[microwave-core]

Iridescence of the Heart

Irida x Fem! Reader

Time makes the heart fonder, or so the Diamond Clan saying goes. Irida can’t help but let her mind wander to her lover when alone, but she can at least settle with pining from afar before she’s whisked away by her duties. 

Irida has always found solace in the beautiful, sweeping landscape of Hisui. The dips and curves of hills, the delicate flow of cobalt rivers, the branching forests dappled with colorful leaves… She could never understand people who refused to stand and admire the glorious space because of the “biting cold”.

As a clan leader, Irida doesn’t get enough free time to just be herself. To just sit back against a hardy tree trunk and gaze over the sprawling fields, thanking Almighty Sinnoh for the space It provides. She would never relent to the Diamond Clan’s beliefs and perception of The Almighty, but she often wishes she had more time to herself. But Hisui is unforgiving, and so she settles for slinking off to be on her lonesome for moments at a time.

Being alone allows her mind to breathe, pondering thoughts other than clan business. Mainly, what she would do if she didn’t have leaderly duties to attend to, and it’s in these moments that she finds her mind wandering off to you. It’s only natural, the beauty of the land could only be rivaled by, well, you!

Yes, if she had more time, she would spend it with you. She loves the Pearl Clan with her whole heart and soul, but if she could put their business on the back-burner for a day or two, she would take it, just to be with her dearest love. 

Irida is always going to and fro, visiting the clan settlement, Jubilife Village, and the places where the Pearl Clan’s dear Nobles reside, and so she occasionally gets to see you. Sometimes she calls out, wanting nothing more than to speak with you and spend time with you and just revel in your presence. Other times, she says nothing at all, content with watching you go about your day. Like still water, she can’t find it in herself to disturb the majesty unfolding in front of her. Simply seeing you makes her heart drum, because she knows that you will only be close to her for so long before she inevitably has to move on. 

Sigh… just thinking about all the times she’s forced to walk away hampers her spirit. Sure, Irida will see you again, at some point, and maybe, just maybe, you would get to spend time with one another, but that doesn’t prevent the bitter sting of parting…

Sometimes she wishes that Palina did take over the Pearl Clan. Irida knows that she’s a competent leader and all, but Lina would likely have been a better leader in general, having bigger ideas planned out for the clan in the coming years. But Lina didn’t get appointed, dwelling on the decision now does little.

As much as Irida loves Lina for all she’s done, she can’t help but be jealous. Because she’s not the leader, she has time to herself (when not tending to the late Lord’s progeny), time that can be spent with Iscan… Surely, if Irida didn’t become the leader, she could have time like that. She could have spent so much time with you. Time just being young and dumb and in love. No responsibilities, no greater duties, no looming deadlines or events needing to be taken care of, just you and her… 

Glaceon nudges the limp hand at her side, sensing the melancholy tone that has fallen over her wielder. The movement forces Irida out of her head and back into reality. Glaceon rubs her head against Irida’s hand, trying to bring her spirit up by reminding her of the present. Reminding her that she shouldn’t be stuck on what could be when she could get lost in what she already has…

Of course, Irida yearns for what she can not have. Everyone wants more time to spend with the people they love and to do the things they love. Such is human nature. But her partner is right. At least, Irida thinks that’s what glaceon is trying to tell her…

She needs to think about you. Not what she could do with you given more time, but what she can do with you in the moment. The small interactions spared in between long journeys across the land, the hastily written love-letters you two send when apart for too long (and the one’s Irida was too embarrassed to send), the days she managed to untangle herself from Clan work to spend with you and only you…

Oh, those are her favorite days. The one’s where you would take her by the hand and run through Jubilife, looking through the shops and pastures and The Wallflower. The one’s where you would set off into the wild, going wherever the wind took you. The one’s where you looked for rare pokemon (shinies, she believes is what you had called them)... The one’s where her day’s schedule was just you, you, you!

…Maybe she could convince Lina to look after the clan for a little bit, for just about a day. Or even two. Maybe three? Yes, three days would be perfect, just to take a little break with her lover. She would certainly understand, given her own relationship. She would take a few days off to spend with Iscan given the opportunity, so surely she wouldn’t mind helping Irida out, not when it was for the sake of love.

Yes, for love. Time for her and her beloved, her darling, her most beloved treasure. Time where she could sweep you off your feet and into her strong arms. She could bring you anything you wanted… She could give you anything you wanted… Hell, she could carry you as much as you wanted (at least, until she starts overheating). Your arms wrapped around her neck to steady yourself while your body is cradled in her own are reward enough.

Just three days to strengthen her most important relationship without the worry about the Pearl Clan or Team Galaxy, with the only disruption being the needy complaints of her partner (who was once again attempting to drag her away from her thoughts).

But before she could run the idea past Lina, she had to brush up on the Pearl Clan’s traditional proposal customs.

[randoimago]

"Maybe I don't wanna be just friends with you" for Irida (Arceus), please?

"Maybe I don't wanna be just friends with you"

Fandom: Pokemon: Legends Arceus

Characters: Irida

Type of Request: Headcanons

Notes: You got it!!

Irida

She freezes when you say this. At first she was going to be sad because she thought she did something wrong.

Then she understood what you were saying and she felt herself heating up because of it. A nervous laugh escaped her because how is she supposed to respond to that?

She likes you too, she does. But she doesn't know what to say. She feels like she should say something instead of just staying silent.

"I don't want to be friends with you either!" She spits out and tries to sound excited before she realizes what she just said. "Wait no, I meant-" She really hopes you understand her stupidity as she hangs her head in shame for being an idiot.

[toujoon]

Irida <3

[smallestapplin]

OHH I GOT A GOOD ANGST ONE INSPIRED BY ALL THE KAMADO SLANDER!

What if during their missions the hero befriends this pack of hitsuian zoarks and zoras?

They have helped this pack many times during their missions and the pack has grown to care for their dear human friend.

But when you get banished hell has frozen over and what if you were seriously hurted during the banishment?

On top of the mountain everyone even thoughs who helped you will see an illusion of you dying body as the leader of the pack inches towards kamado scarring him for his actions!

Enjoy my fuckery!

Reader is gender neutral, the only she is the alpha Zoroark. Mentions of blood but nothing descriptive.

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You don’t know what you did to deserve being banished, you only did what you were told.

No matter who stood up for you, they were instantly silenced to threatened with war, and that wasn’t something you wanted for any of those you still care for.

You didn’t know what else to do.

You weren’t given the chance to pack your things, or anything at all really, just whatever you had on you at the time.

The clans nor their leaders could help you.

So you wondered around, trying to find something, anything that could help you prove you innocence.

That drive lead you to the Alabaster Icelands.

Snowpoint temple seemed old enough to carry some secrets, maybe you could find something there?

While you set up your own little campsite in a cave you hear something, a curious sounding whine before it morphs into a happy yip.

Looking behind you, you see a little zoura you helped a while ago, if the cut out of their ear was anything to go by.

“Hey little buddy.”

You coo softly, but the small Pokémon senses something wrong, letting out a small whine, more zouras show up.

Ah, it’s the entire pack you’ve helped over the months.

You remember healing them when you found them and handing them back to a very angry and cautious alpha.

Speaking of, a louder, deeper grumble greets you.

The other zouras and Zoroarks of the pack form a soft circle around you, just as the alpha Zoroark makes her appearance.

“Hello to you too mama.”

The family looks at you, all letting out various sad or comforting sounds. The larger Zoroark curls around you, in an effort to keep you warm.

“Thank you.”

It’s funny being held like this. Your thoughts begin to tumble and before you know you, you’re sobbing into the fluffy mane of the Zoroark around you.

You cried your heart out to the whining pack, venting about all that has happened.

Your banishment.

You betrayal.

Your heartache.

They left it all.

The alpha Zoroark rubbed her cheek against your, wrapping herself up in your scarf before moving away. She stood up, speaking to her children before most of the zoroarks left, not without giving you a nuzzle.

One Zoroark was left to keep watch over you and the zouras.

You cried a little more, hugging and cuddling with your new family before falling asleep, surrounded by their fluffy warmth.

You sleep safe and protected, completely unaware of what is yet to come.

The pack of zoroarks quickly move in towards the village.

The have arrived by the next night.

The alpha looks down at the scarf you have yet to notice she took.

They hurt her pup.

They left her pup abandoned in the wilderness to suffer the same fate as her.

They will not be forgiven.

The meeting between the commander and clan leaders was dragging on.

It was late but no progress was being made.

Kamado sighs at Irida and Adaman’s stubbornness, the two were still upset about his ruling over you.

“It’s been almost a week! No one as heard from them, let alone see them!” Adaman’s patience is wearing thin.

“What if something happened to them? These lands aren’t exactly kind.”

Irida was worried, she heard from Lian that the day of you banishment you asked for her, but due to Kamado’s orders he couldn’t help and you left.

You are her dear friend, she hopes you’re safe.

Adaman’s anger is only to mask his fear, Irida is right, these lands aren’t kind, and with you by yourself, with no guards or professor on the look out for you, who knows what could happen.

The door to the side suddenly flings open.

A powerful burst of malicious pressure forcing it open.

Red claws grip the door frame, the Zoroark lowers herself to enter the office.

Before any made a move the gasp.

That’s your scarf, that’s your galaxy uniform scarf that you never took off.

Slowly the Zoroark morphs into you, a blood stained you.

“…..hero?” Irida’s voice breaks, her hands over he mouth with tears stinging her eyes.

Adaman and Kamado stand shocked and horrified at the realization.

It’s you.

“Why did you do this to me?” It’s your voice, it sounds so uncanny.

Your eyes however stay that stark yellow, glaring down the commander.

“I-I didn’t!- I-“

“I will give you a fate like mine.”

The threes face’s paled, neither clan leader’s teams were strong enough to take on such a strong, angry foe.

A part of them didn’t want to. It was you after all, you had every right to be angry.

They stare at the Zoroark’s illusion. It had to be you, the creature had your scarf after all.

You didn’t seem to have any open injuries, but the blood showed just where you were hit.

Adaman felt like puking at the thought of your pain.

With all the commotion, Cyllene and Laventon burst in.

Laventon’s loud cry startled the Zoroark, bringing her attention toward the other door.

Was that your pack mate you spoke fondly of?

“Everyone get back! Abra!”

Ah these the strict one you spoke of as well.

She lunges, breaking her illusion and going for Kamado’s throat.

But Abra teleports him out of the room just in time.

With a loud snark and howl, the village echoes in several howls.

“If you hadn’t banished them this wouldn’t be happening!”

“How was I suppose to know they’d be killed and turned into THAT!?”

“Are you so closed off you don’t see the world you live in anymore!?”

Kamado argues with Irida and Adman, he didn’t think this would happen.

“Enough! We need to take ever safety precaution we have. Zoroarks are dangerous, we won’t know who’s one until they slip up.”

Cyllene quickly takes over the situation.

“Lock down the village and get everyone inside this building state!”

“Yes ma’am!” Galaxy guards run out to round everyone up, alarms are being signaled and the lock down commences.

Hours into the lock down, well into the next morning, everything seems fine.

Kamado spent most of it dealing with the villagers, ignoring the harsh glares being sent his way by the other leaders, Cyllene, and Laventon.

His mind only replaying what happened yesterday.

You couldn’t be dead…could you? Though why else would a pack of zoroarks come to his village? They always stay in the Icelands.

The realization that he had a hand in your demise, seeing a ghostly you, so angry at him.

It made his heart sink.

The commander does his best to make sure that side door stays locked up tight. He always checks to make sure it stays that way, in fear it’ll open and you’ll be standing there, ready to finish the job.

-

With food secured and their mother’s actions done, the pack heads back to their den.

The alpha lets out a soft coo at the sight of you playing with the other pups.

“Oh! Welcome back.”

You holy in surprise when each Zoroark drops human food by you.

“Is that what y’all left for?”

You look at them confused as she nudges you towards it.

“Well, thank you!” You gave some of them some pets before eating some of the food.

Looking over to the mother of the pack you chuckle.

“I was wondering where my scarf went, though you can keep it, it matches you!”

Your chuckle turns into a laugh as she licks your face, fully trying to give you a bath.

Maybe staying here won’t be so bad.

[volostogekiss]

an eternity spent (one-shot)

No warnings. GN!reader, time-traveling/immortal Volo. Established past relationship. This man is just in love with you a lottt okay. It gets pretty wholesome because I want a happy ending :)

(Based on the Pokémon Masters EX and PLA premise because I’m waiting for when Volo is released in PoMas plsss)

Summary: Life was just how it should’ve been between you and Volo in Hisui. A love tried through trials immeasurable would never be broken, but fate always had a way of taking the things you treasure the most from you when you least expect it. After what had happened on Mount Coronet, you’d hardly spent a few months together, until you’d disappeared without a trace one day. 

But perhaps, fate could be merciful as well.

Volo had spent nearly two hundred years without you, waiting for the day to find you once more. He has his chance when he’s brought to Pasio, and it just so happens that he learns you’re the first Champion of the island.

He won’t let you go, this time.

I’m the one who is lucky to have you, my love.

How often had he thought of that, told you so as he’d embraced you?

He’d always trace his teardrop pendant he’d given you as it sat around your neck, his fingers drawing meaningless patterns on your chest and his lips caressing yours.

How often had Volo thought himself lucky to have you by his side, even when he felt undeserving of your love?

He was lucky that you had forgiven him for his misdeeds, his anger, his hatred. You’d forgiven him for breaking your heart, but your benevolence to allow him a second chance to love you…

Volo hadn’t ever experienced such happiness before, until you.

He was foolish to think that he was lucky enough to stay with you forever, however. It was too easy to lose himself in the bliss of your perfection, but how could he have avoided it? You were perfect.

Of course, his Pokémon were dearly important to him, but you were the one good thing he’d never thought he could ever really have. How right I had been.

He cursed Arceus for taking you from him.

The morning he had awoken with you gone… it haunted him every night. At first, he’d thought you had merely wanted an early start to the day, that you were trudging your way to Jubilife from your home far down in the Sandgem Flats. It had disappointed him that he hadn’t been able to kiss you awake, but as the day dragged on without you, that was trivial in comparison to your unexplained absence.

Volo could do nothing but wait for you. He trusted you. He knew you would return, wouldn’t you?

Creeping in before he had really wanted to acknowledge it, that doubt stole into his mind, worried him, and hounded at him incessantly. You weren’t there to stop it.

You weren’t there.

He hadn’t wanted to believe you had left him. Volo trusted you, as you had trusted him.

But three days after your disappearance, he went to Jubilife, hoping that someone else had seen you.

No one else had.

You had just vanished.

Part of him wished that you had left him, if it would spare him the pain of being separated from you in a world not even of his own. A world he had no connection to, no way to reach, a world that condemned him to agonize without you.

He knew it was so, for it could have only been another cruel act in the play of Arceus’ grand absurdity.

He had cursed his forsaken god more times than he could recall, so he couldn’t believe it had been the one generous enough to bestow him this opportunity to reunite with you on Pasio. He could put no faith in Arceus, for the deity had never accepted it, but presumed it fitting to both bless and damn him with immortality. Then, instead, Volo chose to lay his faith in the strength of your love—the only constant he would keep in his heart. Perhaps his fate had finally played out as it should have—with you, and only you—or maybe some other force besides Hoopa, as he’d learned, was at work, but Volo wouldn’t let you escape him.

Not when you were here, too.

His heart had almost shattered with a hysterical joy when he saw it was your picture flashing on the walls of the buildings all around the island. Maybe it’s once more that I’ve been lucky to find you. Of course, he wasn’t surprised that you were crowned as the strongest Trainer—the first PML Champion, as he’d heard. You’d defeated him and Giratina, after all. A lofty pride surged through his heart as he thought of your success here, and a burst of desperation compelled him to find you despite knowing nothing of Pasio. Its differences in landscape and culture compared to the Sinnoh he knew from only decades prior were inconsequential when you were here, waiting for him to seek you out. Ignoring how people had stared at him while he asked for you, whether for the uniqueness of his features, his noticeable accent, or some familiarity they said they saw in him, Volo thought only of you.

Their opinions were naught but useless blathering, for only yours meant the world to him. He needed to hear you. He needed to see you. He needed to feel you.

After what felt like an eon apart, Volo wouldn’t let anything take you away from him again.

Not when he knew how much he loved you, and how much he knew you loved him.

It didn’t even matter that you couldn’t remember anything of him.

Still, he hadn’t expected his heart to sink when you had first met at the Trainer Lodge, as people said you often were there in the morning. His heart should have soared upon seeing you, exactly as you were, exactly as he remembered you, but he supposed he was truly unprepared for the reality that you had forgotten him.

Smiling at him as you did to everyone else, you greeted him like a stranger after you gave him your name. “Oh, hello!”

The heat roiling inside him had almost caused him to lurch forward, pull you close, and call you his love. But Volo simply smiled at you, unable to keep the adoration from twinkling in his eye when he saw his pendant around your neck, even as you remained unmoved when he spoke his name.

“‘Volo’…” you repeated his name with a thoughtful hum, and by the stars, he trembled. It was almost as it had been back then, when you’d said his name in so many different ways, brightened by your happiness, shaded by the flushed tint of yearning love, and even coarse amid your grief. Ah, his name always sounded best upon your lips!

“It’s nice to meet you!”

He was glad you said nothing about his uncanny likeness to Cynthia; it was a difficult point to ignore as it was one of the most common things he’d been told upon his appearance in Pasio, but of course, you would be the one to look at him for who he was. And despite how much he’d heard of her, his descendant he should rightfully be interested in—shouldn’t he?—Volo found he couldn’t be as fascinated with her as he was enamored with you. You were always his priority, and he couldn’t change that.

He would make sure you would remember. If he could wait almost two centuries to see you once more, then the time spent to recapture your heart would be mere seconds in comparison. He would hold dear those seconds, treasure them like nostalgic days far gone in the past.

“Here,” you proposed generously, showing him your own decorated Poryphone, which he thought looked awfully akin to your old Arc Phone, “how about we stay in touch?”

Volo couldn’t help that his mischievous nature had revealed itself so readily in your presence. “I’d love to. You’ll have to teach me how we go about things on this island, I’m afraid.”

“Oh, I’d be glad to!” You’d accepted his Poryphone and flashed him another smile. “I think we’ll get along well—I just have a feeling.”

Volo grinned. “I happen to think so as well.”

And while he supposed he should have been acquainting himself with everything this artificial island had to offer, nothing could captivate him like you did. He often asked you more questions about yourself than Pasio, even after you’d taught him about battling with his Togekiss as a sync pair. He should’ve been focused on the second upcoming tournament. He should’ve been focused on battling harder, for your skills had only improved after your time apart.

Even more so, you’d graciously invited him to compete on your team, but he couldn’t help himself. He needed to know if you could remember him, if you knew anything of Hisui. You had even said it yourself that he was a man of many questions, but you never seemed to grow tired of them. Then and now, you had said you enjoyed hearing his voice, and Volo absolutely loved it. You hadn’t changed.

“Hm, so even as I and other Trainers were brought to Pasio with our memories intact,” Volo considered with an uncharacteristic sullenness marring his expression, “you haven’t been able to recall anything.”

The pair of you were seated upon a square balcony, framed by flowers at a seaside café. A shared breakfast plate rested between you two, just as Volo saw it on the little dining table you had built together in your home.

“I don’t know. I wish I did. A few of my Pokémon were brought with me, but I don’t remember anything still. I wish I remembered…”

One of your hands drifted to the silver pendant settled on your chest, the action so natural it was apparent you had often fiddled with the charm. Volo smiled at that. It was reassuring that you subconsciously thought of him, even if you couldn’t remember him.

It really was you.

You brought your hand down, rested it on the table beside your untouched cup of neatly sliced fruit and berries. “Sometimes, with how many things are happening on Pasio, and the fact that I’m the Champion, I tend to lose myself in how happy I’ve become.”

Volo then wondered if it was better for you to remain happy without your knowledge of everything that had hurt you in Hisui, even if that included himself. Only you knew what he’d done to you, since you’d told no one else about his betrayal. And with how Adaman and Irida had welcomed him as a friendly face on Pasio, he knew you really hadn’t said a thing. Should he let you feel that pain again? He shook away the alternative of leaving you ignorant of matters that were yours just as much as they were his. Your love was worth that suffering; you had told him so, and you always did when his doubts were too easily read on his face.

He often left it at that.

He could never give you up anyway, regardless of what you’d told him.

After all, months had passed, and Volo was sure that you were seeing him as more than a friend. Despite how common it was to exchange Poryphone numbers, he had been on Pasio long enough to understand that whether one continued communicating after that really spoke volumes of your relationship. You were popular, of course, as your prestigious station demanded, but you still wanted him by your side. So why else would you have wanted him on your team? Why else would you keep showing up to talk to him and present him little gifts whenever you saw him in the Trainer Lodge? He knew why. It was exactly how he’d been all those years ago in Hisui whenever he’d seen you. He’d curl into your palm tokens of his affection, the mementos small, but telling of his boundless love for you. His hooded gaze, warm touches, and reluctance to part from you were surely clear enough signs for you, weren’t they?

Privy to rumors as he’d always been, Volo knew that it was certainly obvious to anyone else who looked your way. With their knowledge of your relationship from the past, the two clan leaders could see it, but neither felt it right to interfere with history, instead allowing him to court you as he had before. So why should he still wait to proclaim his love to you? No one else could love you like he did. None had waited nearly two centuries to be reunited with you, and never had he faltered in his stride to find you again. Throughout the lonely years that had stretched over the melancholy patience in his heart, Volo never forgot you.

He could never forget you.

When he least expected it, the rush of emotions—relief, love, and sheer happiness—tended to overwhelm his heart. But then at the worst possible moment, when you faced one another in a training session, he often felt himself pulled back to that day on Mount Coronet, and it slowed his reactions, forced him into clumsy mistakes, and worried you.

Like today, as the two of you fought against one another, in a secluded clearing at the northern forest’s edge of the island.

“The intensity of our battles sometimes brings me to such a state of nervousness that even I can’t quite comprehend it!” he lied, and he hated that he had done so again.

The last time he’d lied to you…

He didn’t want to think of it.

And yet, you never let him remain lost in his uncertainties. Your wit, your humor, your genuine concern… Volo could see how you looked at him with nothing but appreciation for who he was. So much more for someone who had been a stranger to you just short of half a year ago—

“Well, don’t think I’m not watching you,” came your playful retort as you stepped closer to him.

From behind you, Solgaleo pawed at the ground, its tail twitching. It almost looked amused.

Volo ignored your sync partner. He turned back to you with a smirk he hoped would distract you. “I’d prefer it if you watched me all the time, actually.”

“Volo—!”

He laughed, and he was relieved that it wasn’t long before you did too.

Oh, how he’d wanted to hear your laughter! He’d thought he’d never hear it again, but when he’d heard it so close just a day after meeting you again, he didn’t know how he’d lived without you. It hadn’t been over anything significant that caused you to snort, then laugh, but it had been because of an off-handed remark he’d made about the number of times people had felt the need to stare at him for his similarity to Cynthia.

“I think most of them are looking because you’re unfairly handsome!”

Volo had frozen. That was what you had told him when you’d first become friends. You’d admitted it with that same laugh, then gone on how the two of you should take a picture together.

And in this modern age, you’d done so more times than he could count, the album in his Poryphone full of photos of you and him.  

It seemed you were thinking of something along those lines now, for you were almost touching him, that smile you saved just for him on your lips.

His heart fluttered.

He wanted to kiss you very badly then.

Volo often realized he was dangerously close to dipping down and pressing his lips to yours, but always, always, regrettably, he stopped himself before he did. He’d brush it off as some dirt on your face or a stray eyelash dropped upon your cheek—excuses to touch you as he had when you were lovers.

Oh, and if you could just see the way you looked at him now.          

“You know, I’m really happy that you’re here, Volo,” you whispered quietly, leaning forward to gently take his hand.

He let you wind your fingers between his, felt his world tilt and rush away from him just to come careening to a halt as he thought of the first time you’d held hands. A breezy spring day. His enthusiasm for exploring the ruins he’d wanted to show you outmatched by his excitement to be alone with you. The wonderful, rugged and soft skin of your palm, the warmth blazing against his hand. The startled look on your face, then how you’d smiled at him so brilliantly. He looked up at you, saw the glimmer in your eyes, saw that same beautiful smile, and then the overlapping memories were almost too much for him.

It was almost the same, but this time, it was you who had reached for him first.

“The longer I’m around you, I think there’s something so pleasantly familiar about you that I just can’t understand.” Your lips twitched upward when he placed a hand tentatively upon your waist. “It’s like I know you, even though I hadn’t met you before you got here.”

You don’t know how well I know you, and how well you really know me, my love.

Volo tilted his head, drew you in so that your clothes brushed against one another’s. “I don’t think you realize that I’m beyond happy to hear you say such a thing.”

Not once had he ever stopped loving you.

Your eyes wavered when he cupped your cheek hesitantly, and you could barely manage to remain still in his arms. Thudding and twisting in your chest, your heart pounded in your ears, and you swore he could feel how unsteady you were. “Volo, I don’t know what it is, but when you look at me like that, I can’t help thinking that I—”

“I love you.”

Volo wasn’t even sure if he was the one who had said it, but he knew he was the one who had moved to kiss you.

He’d always dreamed of kissing you again—fantasies clouding his mind throughout his wistful mornings, or soaking deep into his skin as he lay alone at night. You’ve always been everything I’ve needed, he hoped to tell you with the craving press of his lips against yours, and somehow, I’d known it the moment I’d met you.

I love you.

He held you closer, turned to catch his breath, but couldn’t deny the desire to steal yours away again. How could he hold back any longer? He couldn’t. A wanton growl escaped him as he chased the warmth of your lips, but before he could kiss you again, you stiffened in his hold so suddenly that he had to let go.

“I knew you,” you gasped, a light in your eyes that shone clear in recognition of who he was to you. “I knew you, Volo. I—I loved you, and I know I still do.”

Immediately, with a cry of delight, Volo swept you up in his arms, twirled you in the air, and laughed to the heavens, the unprecedented reaction catching both you and him by surprise.

“My love, I’ve waited for you for so long—”

You were the one to lean in and kiss him this time.

“You’ll have to tell me everything later—“

He nuzzled against you, then set you back down on the ground, his lips brushing against yours.

“Of course,” Volo chuckled, “we’ll have all eternity, now that we’re together again.”

[pokeprism14]

Volo: How am I supposed to tell her?!

Laventon: Volo I think your overthinking it.

Rei: Dude, chill

Akari: Relax man.

Irida: This is Y/N we are talking about.

Adaman: She’s not going to care what you do.

Cyllene: As long as you tell her you want to love her forever you will be fine.

Volo, trying not to cry: Okay.

[harveyb-wabbit92]

[I-S/o tries to get up from bed Ingo stubbornly keeps his arms around her waist.]

I-S/o: Ingo C’mon, Kamado’s waiting...

Ingo, burying his head into her neck: He can wait longer....

I-S/o: He’ll send someone....

Ingo: Then let him...

I-S/o: Remember the last time he sent someone to get me? It was Irida....

Ingo, blushing as he recalled Lady Irida walking in on them: *Mumbling* How was I to know she would just walk in? she usually knocks!

I-S/o: I know, she still has trouble looking me in the eye when we talk. 

{Knock, knock}

Zisu: (outside) Warden Ingo? You’re needed at the Dojo! Chop, Chop! Those recruits aren’t gonna train themselves! 

Ingo: (groans in despair.)

I-S/o: Well looks we’re both getting an early start today, now let’s get up love! *kisses a pouting Ingo on the cheek.*

[bellafragolina]

Can I request Adaman and Irida comforting the reader after they got banished from Jubilife Village

Happily!! Who doesn’t need a little comfort after such a betrayal?

also i dunno if you wanted romantic or not so i made the relationship vague

🍓🍓🍓

Adaman:

Adaman finds you at Cogita's camp and nearly barrels you over in his desperation to hug you, to know you're still here and okay and with him. He kisses the top of your head, and hushes any tears or insecurities you have, promising that he's there now, you don't have to worry, he's with you

As you learn of what needs to happen, Adaman is your shadow. He always has a hand on you, reassurance for you both of your presences. He immediately volunteers to aid you while Irida distracts Jubilife, not taking no for an answer. He refuses to stand by while you're in such a vulnerable position, without all your resources and without people to rely on. He also doesn't trust Volo alone with you, so he's at your side

Should you be particularly torn up over your banishment, Adaman is there. He'll hug you, let you cry on him, let you cuddle his Pokémon, and anything else. He'll even cook for you, though he's not the best at it. Whatever you want, you can have, however. Anything to make you feel better.

Irida:

Irida is in tears over your banishment. She clings to you, blubbering over such injustice and over her guilt for being unable to do anything about the situation. She holds you, strokes your hair and your face as she apologizes over and over for not being able to change Kamado's mind about the banishment

She wants to accompany you to the lakes, to offer whatever aid she can. She's insistent, wanting to make up for her lack of ability from before. She'll mother you a lot too, worried about your mental and physical health as you throw yourself into you mission. Irida does her best to encourage you to rest and eat with her as you both take on the trials

Irida will sing you ancient songs from the Pearl Clan as you rest against her. Your tears hurt her, and she wants you to know you're safe with her. Her touch is gentle, and she kisses your head to assure you she is there, never leaving if you don't want her to.

🍓🍓🍓

hhh what wonderful characters

hope you like this!

~Renee

[leggerefiore]

❄️Irida General Romantic HCs🦪

cw: PLA Spoilers

⚪️ She's a busy woman, leading and managing her clan and affairs between the Diamond Clan and the Galaxy Team. She still struggles with doubting herself as a leader occasionally, but forces herself forward. There was a reason she was put in charge of the clan, after all. You, the hero of Hisui, offer her your support and time, which she dearly appreciates. She often comes to you with her struggles and thoughts.

⚪️ She is alright with a subtle amount of PDA. Do you wish to remain close to her side? That's alright, but please don't hang off of her. She'll hold your hand and give you a quick kiss, but she's trying to be taken seriously. Adaman snickers at whenever he sees it, but he means it in good-natured. He's happy she's got someone who bounces off her.

⚪️ In private, she likes to be held. Cuddling is good for if the nights of the Alabaster Icelands become even too much of her, and kisses are a sweet, easy way to show you care. You're often sat side by side while she ponders clan related things, and you unwind from a day out in the wilderness. Usually, she might find her way into laying her head on your chest and listening to your heartbeat. Her stress melts away.

⚪️ As soon as everything came to an end with the legendary Sinnoh and your banishment being lifted from Jublife, she's immediately inviting you to come live with her. The fear she felt knowing she had to pick between your or her clan's safety was a blade directly into her heart. Irida would prefer you move into her settlement before things get dicey again with Team Galaxy. Not that she's necessarily expecting it, but she's hesitant.

⚪️ You basically become her co-leader, as she likes to run leadership rulings and ideas by you. Your approval is important to her, alongside your support. Being her partner, you also have some sway in the Pearl Clan, not that you'll likely ever have reason to use it. On the bright side, Kamado now has to address you with a level of respect not only as the saviour of Hisui but a person of high rank in a clan. Even Irida admits she feels a bit smug about that.

⚪️ Her idea of a date is exploring the icelands, so have fun. You already live in the chilly area, get ready to learn about it, too. It's nice overall because she'll tell you about memories and events she has of the reason happily. You'll even get to have an arm around her, or she'll have an arm around you. You're both kept close as you explore, body heat sharing coming in extra handy.

⚪️ She gets upset if you choose Adaman to help during your banishment. She's your girlfriend, how dare you. Of course, you don't do that and immediately ask her to go with you. She's extremely supportive, if not more than worried, as you handle the challenges in the lakes' caves. In fact, despite knowing it needed to be done, she was panicking every time you had to handle a frenzied Noble. It was most obvious with Avalugg, actually. Arcanine had her relieved that the region had a Noble again, and she didn't actually know you all too well for Kleavor. You aren't doing that any more; however, she decrees as a law (���jokingly”).

⚪️ She's not really the jealous type as she trusts you not do anything, but there are moments where she's not exactly happy about your conversation partner. For the longest time it was Adaman, often pushing herself into your talking with him or pulling your attention from him. That changed after the events with the Sinnohs, so now she's much calmer about your interactions with her. Especially since it's out there that you're dating. Though, she feels a bit envious when she sees how well you get along with Warden Ingo. Irida understands you come from similar circumstances, but still. She stews in a silent jealousy.

⚪️ She thinks your research is a bit funny, honestly, but offers her help. Irida knows a decent bit about pokemon, having lived basically beside them all her life. You bring her to Laventon and demand she share all of the knowledge about Glaceon, so you can avoid the suffering of trying to obtain one. She's giggles at this but goes along with it. If she has some spare time, the Pearl Clan leader may accompany you and watch how you do things with mild interest.

⚪️ When the event with Volo happened, you bet she was rushing over. She popped in right as Volo and Giratina were defeated and witnessed the latter half of his breakdown alongside the transformation of your flute. Her Glaceon is posed, ready to attack if Volo tries anything else. She's genuinely terrified for you again. Volo backs down and simply vanishes after, however. You take a deep breath and rush over to your girlfriend. Hugging her tightly, you begin shaking from the terror of betrayal and the attack on your life. Irida completely returns the hug, pulling you close to her. Volo is banned from the Pearl Settlement, naturally (and everywhere else).

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Adaman x Female Reader: So Not Like Her

Being exiled from the Galaxy Team after all the stuff you’ve been through back in your time was enough to set you off. Warning: mentions of severe anger, anxiety, depression, intense cursing and alpha Pokémon getting scared of you (even Lian and Melli). Tissues needed if necessary!!

“Bitch…” You heard Kamado mumble behind your back after he had you exiled from the Galaxy Team. It made you fume. You suddenly turn around and, with all the strength from such a small girl like yourself that you have, you gave Kamado a sumo throw in front of Cyllene and the clan leaders. Kamado looked up at you as you stood over him; him with terrified eyes and you with an angry glare. “Asshole!” you growled before storming off. Everyone else had surprised looks in all their faces. “Holy shit!” Irida gasped. “I’ve never seen anyone smaller than the commander pull something off like that!” Adaman exclaimed. “Well,” Cyllene says, shaking her head, “he had it coming.”

You were so angry that when you were marching along in the Obsidian Fieldlands, you were screaming outrageously. All sorts of Pokémon, even the alphas, didn’t dare approach you. You walked by one while you were raging and it ran off, whimpering. You were cursing, “FUCK YOU, ARCEUS!!! FUCK YOU FOR BRINGING ME HERE JUST TO HAVE ME PUNISHED!!! I HAVE BEEN THROUGH E-FUCKING-NOUGH ALREADY!!!” You punched at quite a few trees, blistering your hands. Even the Pokémon were staring in horror watching you do all that. Even Coin of the Miss Fortunes didn’t try to halt you. She hid away. “Hell no…” she mumbled. Even Lian, Kleavor’s warden, was nervous about you. You were venturing your way to the Coronet Highlands; to the Temple Of Sinnoh, to, supposedly, curse off almighty Sinnoh.

On the way, Melli was approaching you. “Well, look who we got here,” he mocks, “the Galaxy Team grunt who ruined the sky!” You glared at him; your eyes and face beat red; huffing through your nose like what a Tauros would do. “BACK THE FUCK OFF, SKUNTANK BREATH!!!” you scream. Melli said nothing else; he stepped back with a frightened look on his face and took off to Moonview Arena to hide from you, hollering in fear. You continued up the trail, giving the Luxray, Electabuzz and alpha Electivire such a raging attitude. They all kept their distances from you; the Electivire sobbed. You even demanded the Security Corps member to move aside “as ordered by the commander” so you can continue up the peak. The member stood aside with his hands up. “G-go ahead, miss.” he said with a shaky tone. You continued up.

Adaman was searching for you. He called for you, “(Y/N)!!!” That’s when he looks around to see your blood spots on the trunks of the trees. “Fuck…” he says, worried about you, “why is she harming herself?” He then sees a Shinx, who would usually become aggressive, cowering. He approached it. “What happened?” he asked it. “Sh-Shini…Shi….” the frightened Shinx said, telling Adaman how you were rampaging. Adaman then told it what happened to begin with. “Don’t worry, Shinx,” he says, “I’m gonna calm her. I know how to. And I am so sorry if she worried you. It’s not like her at all.” The Shinx nods nervously before taking off. Adaman then continues on, until he meets Lian. Lian then told Adaman where you went off to and what you were gonna do. Adaman was shocked to hear of that and kept venturing. “So not like her!”

You were thrashing about, throwing stones you grabbed on the way at the rift, still raging. “I HATE YOU!!! I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR PUNISHING ME LIKE THIS, YOU GIANT FUCKING…” You were tired, dizzy and broken down; gasping for breath; your nose began to bleed; all your rage and hostility towards almighty Sinnoh causing you to pass out. It was just too much for you to handle. Hope nobody knows about this. Oh, I’m so in trouble. I feel like a frenzied monster.

Adaman walked by Melli, asking where you went. “Th-The Temple. She’s probably going to destroy almighty Sinnoh. She’s, like, worse than when our nobles were frenzied. She even called me ‘Skuntank breath’.” Melli says, trembling and twirling his hair nervously. Adaman took a breath. “So not like her.” he says. “What are you gonna do?” Melli asks. “I’m gonna calm her,” Adaman says, “then bring her back to the settlement. But you keep this quiet, understood?” Melli nods nervously. Adaman then walks up the peak, past the cowering Pokémon and crying alpha Electivire; past the trembling guard. Damn! He made it up to the temple to see you laying there, unconscious. Your knuckles were a bloody mess; your face stained with tears and eyeliner; your nose bleeding. Adaman kneels down beside you and puts a hand on your shoulder. “Almighty Sinnoh,” he prays, “forgive her. This is not like her.” He then picks you up in his arms and walks back to the settlement.

You revived, not knowing what happened or where you were. Your eyes burned, throat hurt and your head ached. It was dim in the room; you were laying in a futon. You looked next to you to see Adaman, his face down on the futon next to you; his left arm across his head; his right hand holding your now bandaged hand. You then feel him slightly shivering and hear him sniffle. He was crying. You could sense he was hurting for you and it broke your heart. Oh, dear. What have I done? you thought. You curled your fingers around his hand causing him to sit up and look at you with tears staining his face. He took a big breath to try to calm himself. “Are you okay, (Y/N)?” he asked. You asked him, your voice destroyed from all your constant screaming, “What happened to me?” Adaman caressed your cheek with his free hand and said, “You weren’t yourself. You were really upset, I could tell. I found you and decided to bring you to my place to take care of you.” He holds up your injured hand for you to see. Then he continues, “Even those alpha Pokémon, even Lian and Melli, were too scared of you. But I know you didn’t mean to frighten anyone.” You slightly shook your head. “I don’t remember what I did.” Adaman tilted his head. “At all?” he wonders. “Nope.” you said, followed by some coughing. Adaman carefully rubbed at your chest. “Whoa, there, easy,” he assures, “your throat’s worn out from when you screamed a lot. I’ll make you some tea in a bit. The kind that’ll help your throat.”

Adaman helped wash your face with cold water and went to making you tea. He put some Nanab Berry extract and a medicinal herb stalk into your tea to bring out the calming effect. He poured it in a cup and handed it to you. He sat with you as you drank it. You then explained to him all the things that had happened with you growing up; how you’ve had a rough life with being bullied and discriminated and was never stood up for. It shocked him, but he understood. “I’m so sorry you went through all that.” he says, pulling you into a hug. You rested your head on his shoulder as you hugged him back. He continued, “Though I’ve never seen such a temper come from such a small girl like yourself.” “It’s almost uncommon.” you said. Then you remembered your move on the commander and asked, “I didn’t hurt Kamado, did I?” “He’ll be fine,” Adaman says, “You pretty much put him in his place, however.” He chuckled after that. So did you.

You and Adaman went to bed together. You felt relaxed from the tea that you fell asleep right away. Adaman was running his hand through your hair as you slept. Now this is more like her, he thought. He then put his arms around you; your head tucked under his chin and he fell asleep, feeling relieved you were gonna be okay.

Wasn’t that intense?

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Alright, how about a Pokémon Irida x Reader? Like it being centered around the reader being from the Diamond Clan and how will each respective clan would react to it.

Didn't know if you mean HCs or a story so I'm gonna do HCs and a small little oneshot for you!

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Irida x Diamond Clan Member Reader!

Headcanons up top, gender-neutral reader, oneshot under cut! No TWs for this anywhere :] Enjoy!

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Irida is very very sweet to you! Even if you get into little arguments about what Sinnoh is from time to time.

The arguments are always playful and lighthearted though, you both have learned to respect each other's opinions after all.

She adores going on walks with you, it's her favorite thing to do, she'll wait for you by the entrance of your clan and bicker with Adaman until you show up.

She knows that it's a lot warmer where you live, and that you don't particularly enjoy the cold, so pretty much all of your walks are around the Crimson Mirelands.

However that doesn't stop her from bundling you up and walking around the Alabaster Icelands every so often as well.

Her clan members at first were confused as to why she was walking around with a Diamond Clan member all buddy like.

Gaeric actually questioned her about it, and she just told him not to worry, which is never a good thing to say to someone.

Eventually they caught wind of what was happening when you were greeted by a kiss, and then went to your normal walk with giggles.

The Pearl Clan was first to know and the most chill with it, once they understood what was going on in your relationship, they were fine with it! As you had been hanging around them for so long it wasn't too big of a deal.

However, the Diamond Clan is a different story.

They didn't find out until MUCH later.

And when they did they were confused and a little angry about it. Not only had you not told them, but the person you were with was a member of the Pearl Clan. The LEADER at that.

Adaman was more baffled then angry though.

Your own clan eventually eased up on the idea of it, but still gave you odd looks every so often.

You have always been very loyal to your clan and what you think of almighty Sinnoh, sticking to the concept that it had created the time that you live in now. Never straying or wavering from that idea for a second, caused the clans to fight, neither wanting to back down from what they thought was right. However, just because the Diamond and Pearl clans did not like each other did not mean things like trading and small interactions stopped, you relied on the people and the land to live after all! Even if divided, there were times you needed to be together in order to get the needed supplies, you didn't wish death upon each other, only some bad times. But that also didn't stop your clan from villainizing the others. The elders told the adults, who told their kids about how awful the Pearl clan was, and it was only amplified by Adaman ranting about the Pearl clan leader. While he didn't do this often, it still fueled people's fires. It fueled yours too, even if you were never one to outwardly express your hate- like you saw when the kids were playing games, and they'd always make Pearl clan into their 'made up bad guy' -you, like everyone else, didn't like the members. And especially not the leader, you couldn't stand her. At least that's what you thought. You were requested by Adaman along with others to accompany him to the Pearl Clan in order to do some trading, and on that trip is where you met Irida. You were weary at first of course, but she seemed nice enough that you began to ponder why you hated her. The more you thought about it the less it made sense. Why did the Diamond Clan hate the Pearl Clan so much? They never attacked you or went out of their way to do harm to you, and when you interacted you realized how similar you all were. Was the only real reason you 'hated' them because you had different ideas about Sinnoh? That's really dumb. From then on, every time Adaman wanted to go trade, you requested to go with him, and he usually accepted your offers, glad to have a volunteer! Every time you went, you learned a little more about the clans, listening to the wardens talk, and other villagers that she'd bring with her. You never spoke to her, and she never spoke to you, but you would always glance at each other at the same time, and then hurriedly look away. It was as if you wanted to interact, was it your quest for knowledge? Was it the want and urge to no longer be in the middle of a fight with the clans? You didn't really know, but what you did know is that you were way too awkward to begin conversation with the Pearl Clan leader herself. Eventually, Irida decided to be the one to break the silence, seeing as you both wanted to speak with each other but didn't really know how to start it. And once you started it was kinda hard to stop. Eventually, your small friendship bloomed into a crush, you couldn't help but smile when you saw her, and feel your face heat up a bit as you stared into her eyes while she talked so passionately about almighty Sinnoh. You adored her and didn't feel one bit of guilt about it. One day, you decided that you had to tell her, or you'd feel the sense of yearning for the rest of your life, and you did not want that, it was painful enough as is. Plus, if she rejected you, maybe your feelings would fade..? But, you already decided that enough was enough. And when you nervously asked her to talk in private, she was originally concerned for your wellbeing, as you walked off to the woods on the side of the path and after you explained your feelings, she didn't respond for a moment or two, which made your heart drop. But just as you went to excuse yourself, she embraced you in a quick hug. "You're so lovely, even if we don't agree on everything, how could I possibly say no to you..?" And you hugged her back, ecstatic that she had accepted your feelings, and returned some of her own.