Is it possible to make a yandare arven but kinda fluffy? Sometimes I wish the main character/reader can accept the yandare-ness (especially arven cause he been through a lot) idk so fluffy yandare arven please? 🥺
Yandere Arven, but fluff fic? Challenge accepted my friend!
Reader x Arven, of course . Slight possessive behavior, but much fluff and cuddles too!
You scrolled through your Rotom phone, absolutely tired from today. As nice as it was to have Battle Studies, the amount of training one had to go through to satisfy Dendra was energy draining. The only thing that made it really worth it was the amount of Experience Points that could level up any team easily.
Luckily, this period was language. Mr. Salvatore had mercy on class (no pun intended) and let a little of free time before class. So you decided it would be best to see what kinds of battle items would help your team in the Ace tournament.
“Leftovers would be good… but perhaps the Lucky Egg could level my team up faster?”
You questioned your decisions, torn between power or levels.
“Or maybe-”
Suddenly, there is a rush of footsteps, before your vision is covered. You drop your Rotom phone in surprise, the device landing with a loud CLACK! on your desk.
“Who is it?”
An energetic tone emitted from the question. You chuckle to yourself, before putting your own hands over the large warm ones.
“Hmm… I don’t know? Who’s very good at cooking, the soon-to-be famous chef?” You smile.
“I wonder?” The voice had a hint of amusement too.
“Arven, eres bien canijo!”
A giggle escaped your upperclassman’s mouth, as he uncovered his hands from your eyes. Arven bent down to hug you from your sitting position, burying his face into your neck.
“We’re best buds, of course you know who I am!”
“Why wouldn’t I? Arven, your voice is so soft just like that caring soul. Plus, those hands are rough from all that adventuring,” you tease lightly.
There was definitely a smile going on, because you could feel his lips curving upwards.
“I shouldn’t expect any less, that’s coming from a Champion,” Arven said. He looked up from his position, now resting his chin on your shoulder. “Que estás viendo?”
“Battle items. The Ace tournament is a lot harder, Nemona’s been training hard.”
Arven hummed, one of his hands traveling up to your hair. He ruffled it slightly, fingers gently caressing the strands.
“She’s not empujando te to do something, is she?” He asked.
Your stomach felt like jittery jello hearing those few words. Nemona had asked you to train with her but…
“No, of course not! She may be eager and happy someone is her rival, but it doesn’t mean she goes to those lengths! It’s nothing to worry about,” you manage to muster.
Arven pondered about the answer for a minute or two, before taking himself off you.
“Well, class is starting. Gotta go to my seat, see you later bud!”
He waves at you with a happy aura painting him. You smile to yourself: Arven reminded you of a joyful puppy.
A puppy that hadn’t seen light in a decade or so, ever since Turo died. Ever since Mabosstiff got injured.
You didn’t mind the way he held you especially close. After all, he had suffered through so much, the least you could do was stay by his side… right?
Well, that joy only lasted for so long. You froze as you heard the seat right beside you creak, someone sitting in it. They placed their items near yours, giving you a slightly warm smile.
Your eyes went wide, before frantically shaking your head, hoping they would take the hint. Thankfully for your classmate, Mr. Salvatore walked in.
You tuned out the usual greeting from him, responding with a slightly grim “Oui.”
Class seemed to take ages, replaced by the shakiness of your body. Even though Pikachu was here as well, the Pokémon’s usual cheerful “Pika!” exclamations.
Hopefully this person would ignore you and take the hint you didn’t want anything to do with them. That you wanted them to get away as soon as possible, never approach you once again. The thought of what would happen…
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
That can’t happen.
Before you knew it, the bell rang. Mr. Salvatore audibly gaped at the bell, before shaking his head. He muttered a few things, before baring them a slightly cheerful “Adieu!”
You quickly tried to gather your items, fear settling into your stomach. The least that could happen was a minor injury but even so…
“Y/N! Hey, you got any plans?”
Arceus. This couldn’t have gone any better could it?
“Um, I guess not?” Your breath was shaky, but you managed to pull the simple response together.
“Wanna train with me and my group? We really admire you, and would like-”
A flinch was forced from your natural instinct, as a hand planted firmly across your shoulder. You could feel a menacing aura behind you, and inhaled deeply.
“Sorry. They have plans with me already.”
Arven’s usual gentle voice, forced a deeper tone. You couldn’t see his eyes, yet knew they were already forming to slits. The usual calm gleam was storming in his eyes.
“Y/N, is that true?”
You knew better by now than to deny any lies, because they were going to be true.
“Well yeah, me and Arven planned on going out for a while, going for ice cream.”
“Ooo! Can I go with you?”
“Absolutely not,” Arven piped up.
You and your classmate look at Arven in wide eyes. He had never spoken up in conversations, other than holding a protective hand over you.
“What’s it to you?”
“It’s a date. And by the way, we’re not including you for a threesome,” Arven rolled his eyes.
“Then how come I’ve never seen you with them? Prove it right here and right now,” your classmate insisted.
“What do I need to prove? You don’t believe me?” Arven asked.
“Prove that you’re dating. No way PokeNews would not announce something like that, mentiroso.”
Confusion filled your mind. How was your upperclassman going to prove that? It wasn’t easy to convince someone that you’re dating the Champion, currently No.1 in the region-
“So what? You really don’t believe me? I’m not lying, te estoy diciendo la verdad, en Arceus.”
Why did it seem like Arven was toying around with their classmate?
“On Arceus? Pshhh, por favor.”
You looked up, only to see a slightly smiling Arven, who turned his gaze at you. You felt a hand suddenly grab your chin, firmly holding it, before tipping it slightly upwards.
He slightly moved forward a few inches.
“Allow me, to ‘prove’ this then?”
“You’re joking, there’s no way!”
You felt your face heat up within each movement, his face closing in on yours.
Wait, was he-?
There was an audible gasp from your classmate, and the rest of the class, who watched intensely. The Champion… with the Professor’s son?
Warm lips pressed against your cold ones, the heat transferring with ease. You faintly heard Arven murmur something, but couldn’t decipher what it was at that moment. His left hand was still on your shoulder, right one gently caressing your hair from earlier in class.
Something within you coiled tightly with embarrassment, as his tongue -wet and hot - pushed through your sweet lips, and right into your mouth.
There was no doubt a brilliant red blush was spreading from the bridge of your nose to the tip of your ears.
Arven’s tongue with no doubt was dominant enough, as you weren’t quite experienced enough with kissing. His saliva dripped from the files of tastebuds, the maneuver made with so much care. Arven clearly needed more of you to savor, yet gently explored your mouth for flavor.
As for his taste?
God, you couldn’t get enough from the spicy remnants of the Tomato berries he usually cooks with. You could remember seeing him, sitting on his bed, watching with wide eyes as he bit straight into one, juice slightly spilling to the sides of his mouth.
(“It‘s about the way you handle an extreme flavor,” Arven said.
“Handling in it that way?” You asked skeptically. “No way, a death sentence for me.”
Your upperclassman grinned at you. “Wanna try it out? I’m pretty good at least giving love to some.”
You ponder for a moment, before embarrassment fills your stomach. The realization hit you like a bat to a ball, stupidly.
“Don’t even! I would never give that a try!”)
You denied ever wanting to kiss him just for handling a flavor…
Yet here you are.
Absolutely a hypocrite wanting more, wanting to know where that hand sliding down your back was going, wanting to give the same treatment to Arven. After all, he hasn’t been loved in so long…
“Oí!”
Arven broke the kiss off, looking into the direction where the exclamation was made me.
And boy was it embarrassing, as you turned too.
“I know we sometimes want to show affection to others,” Mr. Salvatore looked very flushed at the sight of the scene, “-but please… keep it calm for the sake of your classmates eyes.”
You were sure your face was now ruby red by now, if not, caused by the heat of the kiss too.
Arven didn’t seem too bashed by this, but his cheeks were flustered pink too. “Yes, Mr. Salvatore,” he said.
“Now… I can safely say, the school day is over. Take a break my students…” Salvatore trailed off. He beckoned for you and Arven to leave immediately, obviously trying very hard not to say anything else. It was the first time he hadn’t used his various languages.
You bowed your head, face feeling as though it were on fire. Arven had just…
Just casually kissed you on the mouth? What was his logic in needing to prove something? Couldn’t you both have just pulled out a photo taken together?
Arven’s grip was still firmly in place on your shoulder. He looked back at their shocked classmates, and waved with a flashy smile.
“Is that all you needed Hirano? Not much to ask for, as Y/N is my partner after all.”
All Hirano could do was look at you with a dumb expression, mouth opening and closing like a Magikarp.
“But they didn’t-? How are you both dating?”
Arven frowned at this, reaching for your hand, grabbing it. He pulls you right against him, before leading you out of class.
Your mind can’t help but process a dozen explanations why Arven kissed you. It definitely wasn’t accidental: he was very intimate in the way he handled it. He couldn’t really be in love with you…
Right?
“Llamando me un mentiroso… cabrones van a pagar después.”
Arven murmured phrases like these as you both went up the staircase. Definitivamente no estuvo bien feliz.
“A-Arven?”
“They have the nerve to even talk to me like that, even after all that I’ve been through with their shit!”
“Arven?” You asked a little more loudly.
“Not to mention, treating you like some sort of prize… they don’t see your real beauty and personality!”
“-Arven?”
“What!?”
You recoiled at the response, as though he had hit you. Arven NEVER snapped at you, even when he was absolutely livid at someone.
“…”
He looked at you for a few moments, before realizing what he had just done.
“Y/N, I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s fine…” you murmured.
“It’s not fine.”
It was a moment before you realized you were in front of Arven’s dorm.
“Why are we here?” You interrupted the numerous mutters of apologizes.
“Que? Supongo que yo quise…”
The blush from earlier was turning a Tomato berry shade. Arven fidgeted with his backpack strap, before sighing.
“He made me jealous, alright? You’re just my little buddy Y/N, and you know I don’t like it when people get so close to you…”
“-Because you’re afraid to lose me to someone else?”
He blinked. “How did you guess? Como adivinaste?”
You decided not to point out the bunch of obvious points. Arven was adorable trying to communicate his feelings, yet delaying a confession about it because of his actions.
Not to mention, his obsession.
“Penny told me that too, since the jerks who bullied her told her she wasn’t worth it for my friendship.”
“…”
Arven didn’t say anything: he had a strange faraway look on his face. You look at him with curiosity, wondering what he was thinking.
“Well, that’s not the point here.”
“Then what is? You told me you brung me here for a reason, que es?”
“-ddle.”
“Huh?”
Your upperclassman inhaled deeply, exhaling softly. He turned away, looking at the floor.
“I want… to cuddle.”
What in Arceus!?
Arven wanted to cuddle? Did you hear correctly?
“Cuddle? As in, a sort of thing you’d do with Mabosstiff?” you asked.
There was a soft sigh. Arven didn’t wait for a reply, merely opening the door to his dorm. He beckoned for you to get inside, and you stepped in.
Of course this dorm was familiar. You had been here many times, swayed by the delicious aroma of cooking, awed by how much yellow there was, inquisitive about all the items Arven had. Especially that raincoat he had. If it weren’t obvious enough from the weather, Arven loved going out and playing in the rain with Mabosstiff.
There was a soft click! as the door closed. You took off your small backpack and set it down near the coat hanger, along with your shoes. Arven did the same, only picking up your bag to actually hang it. It was a small gesture, but certainly a kind one.
He took off his puffy jacket as well (on the coat hanger it went), only to throw his tie across the room with mere care.
“A lot hasn’t changed.”
“Except Poké Beans I got for a deal while there was an auction.”
You went over to Arven’s bed, only slightly turning a corner the wall had, containing the entrance for the bathroom.
“Even the bedsheets are the same.”
“I’m surprised que te lo memorizaste,” Arven lightly teased.
“Cállate.”
You flopped onto the bed, mainly stretching your legs, and keeping your arms tucked into your chest. After all, it was slightly cold in Arven’s dorm. He probably had the best air conditioning room in the academy.
“No Burmy talk here.”
Footsteps approached the bed, and you close your eyes as Arven’s hand runs through your hair. Arceus did it feel satisfying after a hard day at school… and all the worries that had filled your brain.
You had never mentioned Arven’s obsession with you. At first, you assumed it was because you became Champion. After all, who doesn’t like a little fame from their companion?
But you had noticed the intimate actions he took. For example, hugs completely out of nowhere, possessive behavior that drove you insane, and even a protective hand over your shoulder when someone suggested you go with them.
Without your upperclassman.
Still, he had sometimes pushed himself away for no reason, but then came back begging for attention.
What did he really want? Not to mention, merely minutes ago, he had just asked to cuddle?
“Arven?”
Arven hummed, implying to go on. The way he ruffled your hair so gently… you shook your head, trying not to sleep.
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why’re you being so… close? First, you kiss me to prove a point. A worthless one. Then, you tell me… you want to cuddle…”
Your face flushed at the last phrase, and you covered your face with your hands.
Silence stretched throughout the room, as the only thing you could hear was the light buzzing sound of the air conditioning. Arven stopped ruffling your hair, hand completely motionless.
“You wouldn’t understand.”
“How come?” You quipped.
Almost immediately, you wished you didn’t say those words. Arven’s hand started shaking, before it pulled away.
“I said, you wouldn’t understand Y/N. You’re so naive,” he whispered.
You lifted yourself up, looking at him. Arven was looking directly at you, his mouth trembling.
“Arven, please-”
“You don’t understand!” He suddenly yelled.
“What don’t I understand!?” You said with frustration.
“Anything about me! You don’t understand shit about me! Nor do you really care about my feelings! I know you don’t but you really pretend you do, and I hate it so much! I hate it that you don’t love me the way you do!”
You stared in disbelief at this declaration of the outburst. None of that was true! Nada fue la verdad!
“Arven, por favor!”
“I love you so much goddammit, you’re so willing to be able to care for me, so willing to hear about my problems, the light to my dark when I was lost!”
“And I know you know that I have these feelings for you! I just wish you would tell me, I’m so sick of having to show how much I care for you back! I know what’s best for you!”
“ARVEN, LISTEN TO ME!” You finally raised your voice.
He paused for a moment, his breathing hitched.
“What you’re saying isn’t true at all! I love you too, you make me feel like I’m such an important person to someone!“
You looked down at the yellow sheets, hand picking at them. Why… why do you feel like this?
Aren’t you supposed to be feeling happy and giddy telling Arven you love him? Aren’t you supposed to be over the moon knowing he’d go to any lengths for you? Then why do you have this unsettling feeling deep down?
Is this the same fear that took you over…
After that one day where he bashed Hirano’s friends skull repeatedly against the wall, until he fainted? All because of planting his hand on your shoulder?
“Y/N?”
“Do you really mean it?”
How could you?
You couldn’t reject his now said out loud declaration of love. That would be such a cruel thing to do. Arven never had love because of his family- only some for Mabosstiff, because it was his partner Pokémon.
“I-I do…!”
“…”
“Me too. I love you, I love you so much.”
“About your cuddles?” You were keen to change the love tone-
The only response you received was Arven finally swinging up his legs onto the bed, snuggling up to you. One arm wrapped around your waist, the other freely going up to caress your hair once more. He curled one leg over yours, making sure to tighten his grip.
“You’re so perfect,” he muttered.
You said nothing. Your hand reached to touch his (the one on your waist), intertwining fingers slightly.
“You deserve all the love.”
Arven nuzzled his head into your neck, his curly hair lightly tickling your ear. His hot breath spread over your body, warming you right up.
At that moment, all you could really do was go to sleep with him, drifting off with the warmth of his body right next to yours.
In the morning however, you wouldn’t be so lucky. Arven didn’t like to wake up early, and you had to stay in the cuddling position for at least two more hours.
If you ever moved, he was yank you right back into the embrace. Arven would murmur phrases in Spanish, telling you how much he wanted to do this.
How could you refuse?
Arven ached for love after all these years.
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