#volo/reader

[leggerefiore]

Bathing With Your PokeMan HCs

cw: fluff, bathing, nudity mentions but nothing explicit

characters: Lear, Cyrus, Larry, N, Volo

👑Lear💎

🪙 There was an insistence by the prince to spend many moments together – He would admit quietly that your presence was a comforting thing to him. So, most of his time away from his duties was spent with you (often; however, you would find yourself with him even during his duties). This included, naturally, even times that would have previously been spent alone. Baths… You would watch as he would call you into his private bathroom with you. A large tub basin was in the middle of the room. Water flowed a rain system on the ceiling down into the basin. The sound of water collecting was far too nice.

🪙 Foamy bubbles swelled around the tub as a calming herbal scent ruminated across the room. Lear sat on the side of the tub, watching as water accumulated. A maid had no doubt started the tub and added the bubbles and additives in. He sat bare, clothing left folded carefully on the counter to be collected and cleaned. Pyjamas – Far much more luxurious than you would even allow for yourself were also on the counter. He cut the water off once it filled and moved to sit within the water. A sigh left him. His eyes closed. You found yourself eagerly joining him. The warm water engulfed you instantly, setting you at ease.

🪙 He had you sit beside him. For a moment, you both silently enjoyed the ambience of the room. It was a monochromatic room like most of the rest of the villa. A few potted plants of tropical origin sat across the area. There was a detached shower with a large area, but this was more than enough for you as it stood. The soothing effect of the additives made you rest your head on his shoulder. He huffed and brought his arm around your shoulders, holding you to him. Eventually, you each would aid the other in bathing. Scrubbing his back, it was sweet to watch the prince's stiff shoulders dropped. His bare hands gently found your scalp and lathered in your shampoo with expertise. Bathing had become this lately… It was difficult to find any reason to complain. You both exited at the same time to finish preparing for bed.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ There was a certain mutual understanding that Cyrus loved you but also needed his space. His adoration could be felt in most situations. You were gifted anything you could want and spent your days in allowed leisure. It was pleasant. Though, you found yourself desiring more of his time. He was so busy. Galactic took all his attention, and you desperately wanted some of it. So, you found some. Turning on the bath, you watched as the automated tub began to fill. Some oil was poured in to help with relaxation and tension as you called out to Cyrus that the bath was going to be ready soon. As he got up to head into the bathroom, you followed after him.

☄️ His gaze was nothing but curious. A simple request left you. Showering together. He blinked, clearly not overly sure as to whether to agree. But… He ultimately did nod. The shower head came on as he sat down on the stool. Your eyes trailed over his bare body… While you worried for his health sometimes, seeing him like this reassured you that he still took care of himself. You came over to help him scrub his back, making a sigh leave him. In turn, he helped was your own, carefully bringing the wash cloth up and down your back. It almost felt like a massage. With yourselves cleaned, you both finally got into the bath, which had been fully filled.

☄️ Cyrus closed his eyes as he sunk to his nose in the bathwater. You giggled and relaxed in the large tub. The water was the perfect amount of hot – You really felt like you could relax. The steam rose while the oil added a lovely aroma. There was a silence between you both but not an uncomfortable one. Being within each other's presence was so lovely to you. A likely inordinate amount of time passed with you two just soaking before he rose up. Stepping out, you imitated him. Catching him from behind, you hugged him. He tensed for a moment before sighing. Well, you certainly felt refreshed and closer to your boyfriend.

💼Larry🏢

🍙 Your beloved boyfriend had been busy. Even more so than he usually was. It had been frustrating, but he was clearly not going to protest the overtime. Geeta may truly be heartless. Or trying to get him to quit. Both? Either way, you felt desperate to help him relax and spend time with him. So, you filled up the tub in the apartment's bathroom and forced him to stay in for the evening. Getting him into the bathroom, you got him to sit in the tub. He stared at you with little reaction. You knew he would likely let himself soak, but you really felt desperate to spend any amount of time with him. Your clothes were off as you managed your way into the admittedly small tub. He cocked a brow up at you. The explanation was simply that you wanted to help relax.

🍙 You found yourself scrubbing those greying, dark locks of his as he let out a hum. The shower hose came out as the suds were rinsed out. Helping him was his back. You were caught off-guard when he asked you to turn around. A bit clumsily, you felt him scrub your back with your wash cloth. It was easy to relax as he finished up. Leaning back in the water against him, you felt your sigh. Age had made him a little soft as the water floated around you both with slight bubbles from the soap. It was a pleasant warmth. His arms locked around your waist.

🍙 Though, all things must come to an end. The drain was pulled up, and the water slowly disappeared into the pipes. A towel was wrapped around you while he dried himself off and headed towards the bedroom to change into some pyjamas. You hummed at the sight of the man in just a towel. He seemed more at ease than moat evenings. Maybe he would even stay awake a little longer so you could cuddle with him more. You followed him out with a plan.

🌿N👑

🟢 The green-haired man's travels brought you to many far corners of the world. While you two always returned to Unova, it was not uncommon to spend awhile in whatever region his dragon brought you both two. Today, it was Kanto. The only hotel with a reasonable rate certainly was not one necessarily intended for resting as its primary purpose – but it was nice enough for you to ignore that. N certainly had not been aware of its true purpose, at least. You found yourself in the bathroom, watching as the tub filled up. A bath fizz had been added, giving the water a mint-ish tinge in hue. Steam rose as you moved to get N from the massage chair he was messing with to join you in the bathroom.

🟢 He was utterly fascinated by the water colour. Immediately, he was ready to get in, but you informed him that you should both wash up first. The shower hose came out quickly. N was always quite quick in the bathroom, which concerned you just a bit. So, you helped him shampoo his hair, hands thoroughly going through the long strands. Despite everything, it was so fluffy to the touch. Rinsing out the suds, you applied some conditioner. As you went to wash your own hair, N offered to help you. Sitting down in the stool, you felt his hands tenderly scrub against your scalp. The suds formed quickly with a pleasant scent. He soon imitated as you had and rinsed the suds out. Enough time had passed for you to rinse out the conditioner. Soon, you both entered the tub to soak in the water.

🟢 You watched as N closed his eyes and sunk up to his chin in the water. His hair was tied up by hair, sitting in a bun. A sigh left you. This was quite a nice change of pace. Your hand found his in the water and held it. Times passed with little acknowledgement from you both. Then, suddenly, he brought his hand to the side of the tub and accidentally hit the jacuzzi button. The bubbles shocked him out of the water. You remained in as he watched bubbling water curiosity. It seemed that he had never seen a jacuzzi tub before. A simple explanation made him nod as he joined you again. Soon, however, you both tired of the tub and got out to ready yourselves for bed. Bathing with N had been quite a pleasant experience.

💫Volo📜

⭐️ The blond was far too startling. He had brought you out to the Icelands. The cold winds lapped at your skin as you stayed close to him. He led you expertly, clearly showing no hesitation in his steps. Soon, you found yourselves in an enclave with steaming water in the centre of a rock formation. You watched as he stripped away his layers to leave himself bare. His grey eyes pierced through you. A silent question of why you were not imitating him. So, you did. The cold air felt even worse. He entered the water with little hesitation. You joined him quickly, desperate for any kind of warmth. The water was a perfect counter to the chill of Icelands.

⭐️ Volo relaxed in the water, closing his eyes. You shifted near him, watching a few wild pokemon soak within the water. This spring was not unknown to you, but you had used the one within the Pearl clan settlement. An arm came across your shoulders to pull you into him. His muscular body instantly caught your attention. Scars decorated his skin. His eyes were distant as they glanced up at the starry sky twinkling above you both. It was relaxing, admittedly. The two of you alone in a near romantic situation. You found yourself at ease as something of a light conversation transpired between you both.

⭐️ Eventually, it had to come to an end. You both stood and dried yourselves off as quickly as one could. The cold ate at you both each moment wasted. Clothing came back on just as quickly. Your hand grasped his own as he led you along again. This time – You more at ease. Despite everything, he clearly did love you. The opportunity to attack at your most vulnerable had been near him, yet he made no such actions. His hand tightened around your own as you lost yourself in thought.

[reds-fluff-extravaganza]

Immortal!Volo x reader

Takes place in my unnamed immortal AU!

Ever since the Giratina incident, Arceus had punished Volo by giving him Giratina genes, which caused him to become immortal in the process. While he wasn’t very pleased with this, there was someone who still loved him, regardless of everything he has done. And that person was: Y/n. They still loved him, despite everything he’s ever done, so of course he loved them, kept them safe from harm and those who would try to take them away from him, and he was happy for once.

However… there was one problem: Volo is an immortal. Y/n is not. He knew Y/n would eventually leave him due to mortality, and he did everything he could to keep them alive for as long as possible. Volo was devastated when his beloved Y/n had passed away, and this had caused him to go into a deep depression, so much so that he shut himself out from the rest of the world. It took him years to recover and make his way back into society, but when that happened, everything was changing. It would take time for him to get used to everything, but he would.

Volo sighed softly as he walked through the streets of Jubilife, his hands in his pockets. He was just trying to get home before anyone would bother him, but that was interrupted as felt someone bump into him. He looked down to see who had bumped into him, but his eyes widened. He saw someone with (length), (h/c) hair, (e/c) eyes, and an (outfit of choice), which reminded him of his beloved Y/n. He was so in shock that he blurted out,

“Y/n..?” You looked up at the blond male, a confused, yet surprised look on your face. How did this man know your name..?

“How.. how do you know my name?” You slowly stood up, taking a step back as you took in his features.

“I…” Volo shook his head, sighing softly. “Sorry, you just… remind me of someone, that’s all.”

“Oh, you.. aren’t the first to tell me that.” You rubbed the back of your head. Yet… he looked familiar to you, but you just couldn’t put your finger on the reason as to why.

“Where are you headed?” He asked you, as if to change the subject.

“Oh, uh, I’m just… going home. It is getting dark after all.” You shrugged in response.

“I could walk you home at least?” As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he didn’t want to say goodbye to you just yet. Not after just finding who he could guess was Y/n’s descendant or reincarnation.

“Well… alright.” You knew you should be weary of him, considering you two had just bumped into each other and didn’t know each other, but you wanted to know him a bit better.

“Let’s go, then.” You nodded and walked alongside Volo, taking in his appearance better as you walked. On his wrists, ankles, and around his neck, it looked like he had golden half rings around them, his one eye you could see was a silvery grey color, and he had a few markings on his arms, which you couldn’t really make out unless his sleeves rolled up when he walked or moved them when he talked. He also had his hands covered by a pair of dark gloves, which you thought was a little odd but you chose not to question it. You thought he was an interesting person, yet you had a feeling he was also a dangerous one as well.

Volo could tell you were taking in his appearance, and had a feeling you were trying to get a grasp on him altogether. He didn’t want to scare you away or anything, so he would have to show you that he’s not the dangerous man that everyone thought he was. Well, at least, not like he used to be.

“Y/n.”

“Hmm?” You looked up at the blond male once more.

“…does the name ‘Volo’ ring any bells to you..? Does it sound familiar to you at all?” He had briefly glanced at you. He had to at least ask you. He wanted to know if you had any memories of him at all.

“The name… does sound a little familiar, but I don’t know why. I most likely heard it around the village, that may be it.”

“I see…” he couldn’t tell you yet. He would wait as long as it takes, he didn’t care. “Well, it doesn’t really matter. I was simply curious.”

“Oh, alright then.” You two walked in silence for a few moments.

“How did you know my name, by the way?”

“Hmm?” Volo looked back at you once more.

“When we bumped into each other, you said my name. How did you know that?”

“Oh, that.” He had to think of something quick before you get suspicious. “I’ve seen you around before and I’ve heard the villagers say your name.”

“Have you now..?”

“I have.”

“If you say so..”

“I do say so.”

“I’ve never seen you around though..”

“Oh, I live a little away from the village, but I come here for things I need.” Volo figured you would ask him a bunch of questions, but he would answer them as best he could, anyway. The two of you kept walking, you asking him questions, and him answering them, as well talking about things that came to mind. That is, until you suddenly stopped.

“Oh, here we are.” You spoke up, taking a step forward. “Thank you for walking me home… Volo.” Volo flinched as you said his name. How did you figure it out..? Before he could think to ask, you had made your way inside the house, turning to wave at him before closing the door.

“Heh.. I’ll see you around, Y/n.” And with that, he turned to leave, making his way home as well, happy to have found his beloved once more.

[fennelwrites]

Part 2 of reader who can talk to Pokémon please!!!!!!!

(a/n: HI HELLO I'M NOT DEAD i say despite having said exactly that last time oops

but um. yeah idk i wanted to write again and i had the bug so i'm here now oopsie! idk if i'll ever have a consistent schedule again but i did finish something for the first time in a while so here you get Content

also. thank you all for your patience with me. i am sorry it has taken me literal years to get to requests but i promise you they are in progress and i have not given up on them, so i hope you haven't either!! i still love this little scrinkle scrunkle and i hope he hasn't faded from your consciousnesses yet

anyway enjoy the fic uwu)

You leaned against the smooth surface of the Mossy Rock, waiting for a familiar head of blond hair to appear. Around you, the Buneary gave you a wide berth, but you heard them gossipping about you from afar. You rolled your eyes and tried to ignore them, even as they snarked about Volo’s outfit.

Your visits to the Mossy Rock had almost become weekly occurrences at this point. At first, you thought he might not come back, but lo and behold, he’d arrived with his Pokemon in tow. Now, you spent most of your time here. You weren’t sure what it was, but there was something that drew you to the place. Drew you to Volo. Perhaps it was the fact that you’d felt understood for the first time in years, the first time you’d felt like that weight was lifted off of your shoulders.

You knew it was a little foolish, but you hoped Volo felt that way too. 

Sure enough, a few moments after you’d gotten yourself settled in the grass, the gentle, delicate chirps of a Togekiss heralded Volo’s arrival. He smiled at you as he approached, the angelic Pokemon flying low over his head. “I hope you weren’t waiting too long,” he greeted, sitting down next to you. “I wasn’t,” you replied, smiling softly. “How was the trip?”

As time passed, you talked about all sorts of things, from the weather in the Highlands to the Starly passing overhead. Volo had made a little home for himself just outside the Obsidian Fieldlands, far enough away from Jubilife Village that he wouldn’t be seen but close enough to take advantage of the region’s naturally fair weather. He’d given you the rough location so that you could come see him when you next had time off, an outing you eagerly looked forward to.

Ever so slowly, the sun made its way across the sky, and it painted the Heartwood in soft dusty pinks by the time you came to a natural pause in conversation. All around, you could hear gentle whispers and chirps of the forest Pokemon, going about their lives with their usual hustle and bustle. There were many of them, but you’d gotten used to tuning them out so they weren’t overwhelming.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Volo’s slate gray eyes locked onto you, and you turned. “Something the matter?”

Volo was silent for a moment before looking out to the forest. “You’re hearing them, aren’t you?”

You nodded. “Nothing special. Just…them going about their lives, you know?”

“Right…” Volo trailed off, finding something transfixing about the dirt.

You furrowed your brow, looking at Volo with concern. “Is everything okay?”

He didn’t respond right away; for a moment, you worried you’d overstepped some unspoken boundary. Then, finally, he spoke. “Did…my Pokemon ever say anything about me?”

This caught your attention as well as Togekiss’s; the avian Pokemon chirped once, looking at her Trainer with a concerned look that matched your own. You hummed, thinking about it. “Well… I always remember them being very grateful when you made them dinner.”

Volo laughed, the sound a little bitter as it left his lips. “That’s it?”

“I can’t remember right now, I’m sorry,” you replied, suddenly feeling quite sheepish. 

“No, no, it’s alright…” Volo sighed, looking back at you. “I was just curious to know…how they felt about me.”

There was something nervous in his eyes, something desperate. You recognized it from his expression at the temple, when he shouted questions into the silent heavens. This expression wasn’t nearly as intense, but it carried the same undercurrent; Volo wanted to be seen. Recognized.

No, more than that. Volo wanted, desperately, to have someone care about him.

You sat up, looking at Togekiss. “Well, let’s ask, then,” you said simply, drawing Volo’s attention. “Togekiss, how do you feel about Volo?”

Almost immediately, Togekiss launched into an animated spiel about her Trainer, almost too quickly for you to keep up. You were able to catch most things, though; she talked at length about how well Volo cared for her and her teammates, how passionate he was about everything he did, how he spoke, how he walked, everything. Volo gazed at her with wide eyes, darting back to you for interpretation every so often. You did your best to translate everything she said, trying to catch sentence fragments and missed words as much as you could.

Finally, Togekiss tired herself out, and you and she both let out an exhausted sigh. Volo simply stared between the two of you, not saying anything for a long while. Then, finally, he looked at Togekiss with wide, watery eyes.

“You…really think all that?”

Togekiss’s firm nod needed no translation; she nuzzled up against her Trainer with a soft coo. Volo held his Pokemon tightly, and you saw a few tears glistening in the early evening light. You watched the scene with a smile on your face, a warm feeling blossoming in your heart. To use your ability for good like that… It felt fulfilling. Inspiring. Like it was more of a blessing than a curse.

Volo turned back to you, his eyes still glistening with a few unshed tears. “Thank you… I’d been doubting how my Pokemon felt about me recently. I wasn’t sure they actually liked me, or if they wanted to be my allies…” He smiled at Togekiss again, who chirped happily. “Now I know, though.”

You nodded. “I’m happy to help. Besides, seeing you smile like that makes it worth it.”

Volo’s face flushed, and he glanced to the side. “Oh, surely you don’t think that…”

You shook your head. “I’m serious.” And you were; you hadn’t thought about it for a bit, but you’d only ever seen a real, genuine smile from Volo once or twice. Almost everything prior to the temple had been behind a mask, a façade designed to keep you guessing. But this…this was real.

You didn’t think you’d ever tire of it.

Volo gazed up at the sky, one of those rare genuine smiles gracing his lips. The sun had just about set, and the sky seemed to glow with soft purples and blues. “It’s getting late,” he mused. “I should be heading back… And they’ll probably be wondering where you are, too.” 

You nodded, going to stand up before offering a hand. He took it, his grasp firm and his smile one of renewed confidence. You smiled right back at him. “Same time tomorrow?”

Volo nodded firmly, and Togekiss chirped happily.

“Same time tomorrow.”

[bugb1t35]

I think he'd be very protective over you, especially before a mission he thinks is dangerous. (In reality he just likes fawning over you)

[lohotine]

You know that one song

“I’d let the world burn, let the world burn for you” who do you think gives that vibe for any character???

Discussion section: (HCs and stuff further down)

`○♡ Immediately my mind goes to Yanderes, so I guess Ayano from Yan simulator is a pretty good pick

`°♡ There are also people who are insane or just generally disregard normal morals, so I guess PM Dazai (BSD), Shadow Milk (CRK), and Longan Dragon (CROB)... I can also see Volo (Pkm) doing this as well-

Other mentions:

Scaramouche (GI), Tartaglia (GI), Otto (HI3), Nikolai (BSD), Affogato? (CRK), Tsukasa (TBHK), Nagito (D2GD), Bill Cipher sorry (GF)

`°♡ Then I guess some characters could also work here if you look at them through a yandere lens. This includes Aventurine and Sunday (HSR), Spinel and (Pkm), Ayato, Dottore, and Lyney (GI), and maybeeeee Hanako?? (TBHK)

Honestly there are tons of characters that fit this vibe, but these are most that I can think off the top of my head

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He practically worships you

Your body, your voice, and even the ground you walk on

Everything about you is perfect

So perfect that not even the entire world can compare

They are all worth nothing compared to you

He wouldn't hesitate to kill anyone that gets in his way

Probably already has

He sometimes feels like he isn't even deserving of touching you

He wouldn't want to taint you

But other times he just can't keep his hands off of you

You're just so fucking perfect.

What do some worthless lives cost compared to the beauty that is you?

He knows it's wrong

He isn't stupid after all

He just doesn't really care

[onestepbackwards]

What if everyone in Legends Arceus were to become self aware and are completely baffled if not exasperated by the player being so gentle (yet still firm) with Volo?

"You are aware of what he's done, yes?"

"Of course I am. And it was very wrong of him. But that doesn't mean his mistakes have to define him. Volo is capable of learning and growing. And Kamado, you're a FINE one to talk about betrayal."

And the player is rather protective of Volo despite understanding completely why everyone would be cross with him.

"If you dislike him so much then you don't have to be around him! I want to spend some time alone with him anyway."

And the player gently holding his face but giving him a serious look despite the sweet tone. "You're going to be a good boy from now on, right? You won't cause any more trouble?"

👀?

Everyone knew Volo had upset you.

It was as clear as day when you cried out at his betrayal. How upset it had made you. How it had hurt you.

You genuinely wanted to see him as a friend, only for him to betray you. It clearly upset you the first time you played this 'game'.

Afterwards, you were interestingly distant with Volo in any other run of the game. But many people didn't think too hard about it. It was natural you would keep him at a distance.

Besides, many of them were too busy focusing on breaking free from the code that held them all as pseudo prisoners.

It wasn't until you were on a playthrough dedicated to getting every pokemon and every shiny, as well as completing the pokedex to its fullest extent that they were able to show you they were aware.

It wasn't much longer from that when they were able to pull you in freely.

You were naturally startled, but quickly adapted, happy to meet so many characters and pokemon dear to your heart.

(Even if you were a bit weirded out how some seemed to see you as a deity of some sort sometimes.)

Everyone wanted to meet you with your sudden arrival (even if you didn't exactly plan to be pulled into a video game).

Even Volo of course was curious, but he didn't directly approach you. He stayed almost out of sight from you in the village. Just close enough to see you and maybe hear you.

After all, why would you want to see him? After all he had done to you? Betraying you again and again, even if he wasn't in control after that first time?

You had made it painfully clear the first time how upset his betrayal had made you.

And yet...

The first time you caught him watching you, you not only approached him, but told him hello. You even politely introduced yourself, not showing an ounce of fear or disdain.

Volo was shocked, and nearly couldn't speak. It was clear he was taken off guard.

The villagers were also surprised. Didn't you hate him? Dislike him at the very least?

Perhaps you were just being polite for the first greeting, being in a new environment, or were afraid of angering him?

Volo knew that wasn't true though, you showed no fear when greeting him. Even your eyes held no terror when meeting his gaze.

Instead, your eyes met his head on, and you simply smiled at him.

That wasn't even the last time you did so either.

Any time you came across him, (or caught him watching you from a distance), you acknowledged his presence, even trying to include him half the time so he didn't feel left out.

It was... confusing, to say the least.

Perhaps you had gotten over it? Or if you were some sort of deity, you were a benevolent and forgiving one?

Of course, many people questioned your decision, and you stood firm over it.

"He hurt me, yes, but is he not trying to earn forgiveness? Shunning someone who genuinely wants to learn and grow from their past actions will only push them away. There are of course, some things that are unforgivable, however..."

You looked at Volo almost fondly.

"I like to think he can redeem himself if he works for it. He just needs a gentle push."

It's baffling, even to Volo, who questions if he is even worthy of such kindness after all he has done to you. Yet here you are, standing up for him and trying to protect him.

You simply smile to him, and grab his hands so gently in your own.

"I like to believe in the best of people, even when they have done bad things. You made a mistake, and no one was ultimately hurt. But..."

Your eyes get an almost cold gleam to them. One that has a cold shiver run down Volo's spine.

"You are going to be good, right? No more surprises, no more attempts at becoming a god?"

The hold on his hands were gentle and soft, and your voice was as sweet and gentle as ever.

But your eyes...

Your eyes held a look that wasn't a threat. They held a silent promise.

Volo nodded, his mouth becoming dry as he caught a glimpse of just what you were capable of.

"Yes. I'll... I'll behave."

The look in your eyes vanished as you reached up and cupped his face. You gave him a tender smile.

"Good."

[lucky-clover-gazette]

(for the request thing) sometimes i wonder how Volo would feel/react if someone (like arceus’s chosen 👀) took a blow for him from a wild Pokemon or another person. From his perspective, Volo doesn’t have anyone in Hisui that cares about his wellbeing, and the game alludes to him having a troubled and lonely past, and with him having planned on erasing all life in Hisui in pursuit of his desires, would he feel guilt if someone showed him a level of care that would make them sacrifice their safety for his, when he was ready to potentially sacrifice them for his own sake when it came to Arceus?

(also wanna say ive loved your fics on Ao3, so talented <3)

(also on ao3)

You really prefer not to die in front of other people.

The edges of your vision darken as you shove Volo aside, taking the full force of the Alpha Vespiqueen’s attack. You manage to subdue your attacker with a well-aimed sticky glob and ultra ball, but not before suffering an undoubtedly fatal blow.

The consummate merchant comes to you at once, leaning over your fallen body with an oddly indecipherable expression. Usually Volo is abundantly obvious with his feelings, whether he’s passionately rambling about ruins or earnestly praising your efforts as the hero of Hisui. But the man you see now, as your vision begins to blur, simply stares.

“Caught it,” you brag.

His grey eyes widen slightly. You haven’t shared this with him, but you’ve always found them rather beautiful.

“You shouldn’t have…”

“Saved you?” you ask with a dry chuckle. “That’s why I’m here, remember?”

Volo furrows his brow. Reaches out to touch you, then pulls his hand back.

“I sincerely apologize,” he tells you, bowing his head. “If you are to perish in these circumstances, you deserve to know—”

You die and can’t hear the rest.

And then you open your eyes.

You stand on your feet now, in the last place you felt safe before the Pokémon’s attack. Volo still kneels in the distance, seemingly unaware that your body has been replaced by a fallen satchel containing your entire supply of ultraballs, a fire stone, and exactly four medicinal leeks.

You frown. This is going to be awkward.

“Hey, buddy,” you say, coming up carefully behind him. Volo’s back goes rigid at the sound of your voice, his head turning around at once.

“You—you!!”

You rub the back of your neck, sheepish. “Surprise?”

“You died!” Volo exclaims with an accusatory finger-point. “I just saw—” His head swivels to the satchel on the ground, then he turns back to you. “How?”

You sigh and sit down beside him. “Chosen One perk. I die, Arceus says my work isn’t finished yet, I get another shot. It happened for the first time when I fought Lord Kleavor. I had no idea what I was doing, and it took like a dozen tries before I got good.”

Volo looks horrified. “You’ve died a dozen times?”

“Of course not!”

“Then why—”

“My death count’s definitely in the triple digits now. Lord Arcanine was ten times worse than Kleavor, because of all the fire and bullshit arena. At least Lady Liligant was a total pushover.”

“Did it not hurt?” demands Volo, his face growing noticeably pale.

“Oh, it totally hurt,” you admit. “But somebody’s got to deal with it, and I’m the only one around here who’s been made invulnerable by God.”

Volo looks as if he’s been slapped. You suppose that’s fair, considering the shock of witnessing your death and resurrection. But to you, this really is just another Tuesday.

“I know it’s disturbing,” you sigh, putting a hand on his shoulder. His muscles are tense. “That’s why I try my best to make sure people aren’t around to see it. Just easier that way, you know?”

Volo wears another unreadable expression.

“Sucks to lose a satchel, though,” you say, lightly. “Thanks for keeping an eye on it. Without witnesses, I usually lose some of my stuff. Never the plates, though, don’t worry.”

He still looks lost in his thoughts, which is no good. You don’t know how to explain that this happens all the time, for much less important reasons than protecting your favorite person on Hisui. The pain is a small price to pay for his safety, and you’d readily pay it again.

“I thought you died,” Volo eventually says. “Saving my life.”

You elbow him playfully. “I guess Arceus is looking out for you too.”

His expression darkens. “No.”

“No?”

He looks you dead in the eyes, with a different sort of intensity than you’ve come to expect from the eccentric wanderer. “Under an unjust god, endless life is endless pain. Do you truly wish that for yourself? For the world?”

Distantly, you wonder what exactly Volo had thought you deserved to know before your presumed demise. You have a feeling he’s not going to tell you now.

You offer him a hand. “Well, unless you’ve got a better god laying around somewhere, I think we’re stuck with what we’ve got.” And I like what I’ve got, you absolutely do not tell the merchant. I like that I’m here with you.

Volo still seems distracted, but he takes your hand anyway. “Right,” he mutters, and then smiles. “We live to fight another day.”

You rub your thumb against the side of his hand. “And maybe someday, we won’t have to fight. We’ll have everything we need.”

You can picture it, with him. You wonder, maybe foolishly, if he might feel the same way.

Supporting you is actually an investment in my own fortunes, Volo had told you once.

You would protect him regardless of your personal relationship, of course. Just as you protect the rest of this world. You want things to be better, for everyone, and intend to use your god-given powers to ensure that your dream becomes reality.

Volo nods, his sharp gaze fixed on your joined hands. A chill runs down your spine as he squeezes.

“Yes,” he agrees. “Someday.”

You smile softly.

“I think I can live with that.”

[maltmatcha]

Volo Wins "Most mischaracterized" award, asked to walk out in shame.

It annoys me a little when Volo is characterized as the Fandom Designated Murderer. "No murder is not allowed Volo" Did we play the same game? He tried to cause a mass extinction event so that NO ONE would suffer or feel pain ever again. He describes tragic things as hurting him so much that he wondered why life had to be the way it was. He could not personally murder someone nor would he find ANY enjoyment in it were he forced to. Could he allow everyone to die in order for them all to be reborn as perfect beings? Sure. He would not take out a big knife and go "We could murder aha!" "No Volo! Silly boy! No murder allowed!"

I know every fandom has to have the designated Tumblr Sexyman Murderer but can you guys pick a different guy I'm attached to this one.

[byte-your-tongue]

Various Pokemon Character x Overstimulated Reader

(Platonic, GN Reader)

AN: this is a repost from my old blog so yeah so if you've seen this before that's why. This was written with an autistic reader in mind because that's what i am but if you get overstimulated for any reason i hope this can still apply to you! Platonic intentions but could be read as romantic if you want.

Ingo + Emmet:

You know one of them would pick up on it instantly. They are always looking out for you when you go to work with them if this is a common problem. The station is busy and crowded and noisy and even they can get overstimulated by it on a bad day.

So the second one of them sees you show signs of being uncomfortable they signal to the other and the two of them drop everything to be by your side.

They would lead you to their office and check in with you on what you need. If you can verbalize what you need, they will provide it in a heartbeat.

Don't feel like talking or can't talk at the moment? Usually they will still be able to figure out what you need and provide it for you.

Ingo is careful to do his best to keep his usually booming voice down to a whisper if noise is bothering you, and the two try to stay relatively quiet and still as not to cause any more problems for you.

But if even that isn't quiet enough they keep noise cancelling headphones for you in an emergency bag in their office!

In that same bag they have other various things you may need while with them including any meds you need, painkillers, a couple fidget toys to keep you distracted, a stuffed animal, and anything else you would need. And the stash isn't just for you tbh. Sometimes they also need access to these things so they keep them on hand.

While they can't always leave work to stay with you at home, usually one of them can spare an hour or so to take you home and help set you up with anything you would need. And if it's a slow day either one or both of them will just straight up stay home with you for the rest of the day. Even if you feel better they will continue to attend to your every need for the rest of the day.

These two always try to be prepared for anything and are constantly on the lookout for ways to help you better, so if you just tell them what you need once you've calmed down they will be ready and prepared next time this happens.

Basically they understand and sympathize with your struggle and are always ready and willing to help you out!

Volo:

Volo is constantly paying attention to you when you two are together. You are the most interesting person he's ever met. And he's met a lot of people in his travels. So when you suddenly seem distressed he's quick to ask what's wrong.

The first time it happens you have to explain it to him and how to help. Which isn't always the easiest to do when you feel horrible. But he makes sure to follow your instructions clearly. He rushes you to the nearest quiet place he can find and places his hat on your head before saying "i'll be back." If you protest him leaving he looks you very deeply in the eyes and promises in the most genuine tone he can muster that he will be back.

He returns shortly after with a cup of tea. He explains it helps with relaxation and asks if there is anything else he can do for you.

He really would do anything for you. Just say the word. You've got him wrapped around your finger. Want his jacket to wear? It's yours. Want some of his wears to snack on? Say no more. Want him to snuggle you? He'll hold you gently like you are the most precious treasure in the world. And if you want to just be left alone? He's far enough away not to bother you but still in earshot if you need anything else.

Over time he gets better and better with dealing with it. He's so observant he can sometimes even tell when you are starting to get overstimulated before you do.

His Togekiss is also always willing to help out if you want contact but don't want to be around a person.

Over all Volo is pretty helpful. While he won't always know what to do without you telling him, once he knows what you need he would go from one end of the earth to the other to get it for you.

Cogita:

Her house is so isolated. There are no people around for miles. So if you ever want to just hide away somewhere for a day she is always happy to have you over as a guest. You can always stay as long as you want. You could stay with her and hide away from the world for months and she would be happy to have you there.

So when you come stumbling to her front door, tears beading in your eyes, she is already starting to boil water for tea. You tell her you've just been so stressed recently and ask if you could stay with her for a couple days.

She accepts happily and leads you to lay down on her bed. She blocks the light coming from the windows and suddenly you feel slightly better. The dark space and quiet sounds of nature around you are already starting to help you relax. And you are always surprised by how heavenly soft her bed is.

She hands you a cup of tea and the soothing warmth of the cup helps lull you farther into a sense of security. If you are okay with physical touch she is running her hand up and down your back in soothing motions and murmuring soft praises to you. If not she is content to just sit nearby or even outside if you need her to for a bit. She lets you know that you aren't any worse of a person, that you don't have any less worth just because you get overstimulated easily. She assures you that you are a perfect specimen of a person and that she cherishes every bit of time you spend with her. And she tells you that you can stay with her as long as you need until you are ready to go back to society.

Over all Cogita is a very wonderful person to be with when you feel stressed or overstimulated. She has a calming aura and is very pleasant to be around. She has experience dealing with people like this in the past and she always seems to know just what to say to comfort you in the moment.

Piers:

Piers can be kind of clueless sometimes when it comes to you being overstimulated. It doesn't come from a place of uncaring, he just doesn't always notice. He tends to unintentionally tune out a lot of things in his constantly underslept state of existence.

But for whatever reason, his pokemon always notice. And they are quick to alert Piers of your predicament. He is then always by your side.

He can be a little bit prone to panicking over you if you look especially bad, but is quick to try and hide it as he doesn't want to make you feel any worse.

He can't always leave where he is if he's in between battles or he's out in public for some other important event, but he will let you know that you can leave if you want. He won't be upset. And if you want to stay with him he will do whatever he can to help you out.

One of his most common solutions is to let you borrow his earbuds and phone to watch something or listen to music and distract yourself. He will also keep a hand on you at all times if you don't mind the contact just so he can remind you he's right there and to try and help ground you.

He's also one to talk to you and keep you focused on him and not anything else around you. He will just say anything to keep you listening to him.

Even if he can't always leave and go home with you he will sometimes seek out an area that isn't as highly populated. whether that be a bathroom or anything else he will get you there so it isn't as loud and overstimulating.

His pokemon will nuzzle up to you and try to distract you. The dark types may look intimidating, but for you they are absolute softies.

And if you two are just out and about and not for something Piers has to be apart of, then he is getting you home as quick as possible the second you don't feel ok. He's calling a flying taxi and you two are out of there!

Up in the air in the taxi it's a lot quieter and you start to feel somewhat better.

When you two get home Piers spends the rest of the day doing whatever you want. And for once there are no joking complaints coming out of his mouth when you suggest something that he doesn't usually care about. He is alert and attentive as he tries his best to take care of you.

Over all Piers is very useful. He can't always completely remove you from the situation but he will work to distract you and keep you grounded so you don't work yourself up into an even worse state.

[honeyskiies]

new bot: volo.

requested?: yes!

synopsis: his soulmate wasn't from this time. ✧˚ · . soulmates, vaguely canon. volo was 'blessed' with the ability to see the red string tied to his finger, linking him to someone who was meant to be his soulmate. but what use is this ability if his string leads up to the sky? resigning himself to never meeting the person his soul was meant to be tied to, he spent his entire life ignoring the string. but when the rift in the sky opens, he can't help but notice... the string was no longer high in the sky, but rather... it led him to jubilife village.

bot greeting is below the cut for any who may be interested, and if you want, you can send any requests you have to this form.

Being able to see the red string that ties you to your soulmate is considered a blessing to most, but Volo only saw it as a curse. How was he supposed to view this as a blessing when his string went high up into the sky?

He truly believed that he'd never meet his soulmate because of that alone, but when the rift in the sky opened, whatever his string was connected to slowly went down… down… down.

Volo couldn't help himself. He needed to know who it led to.

It brought him all the way to Jubilife Village, all the way to you. Someone who apparently fell from the rift in the sky, someone from the future.

He knew it was only natural for you to want to return home, but you made him so curious, he couldn't help but want you to stay just a bit longer.

And when he truly got attached to you, well…

"What's so special about this Sinnoh anyways?" He questions one evening, a frown on his lips as he stares at the string connecting the two of you. You couldn't see it, but he knew you felt the connection.

He didn't understand why you were so desperate to get home. It had been a few months since your arrival to Hisui, and yet… you still wanted to leave. You wanted to leave him.

Why?

Why can't you just stay?

He knows it's selfish, but Volo was here. Not in the future you so desperately wanted back in. Why would you willingly want to leave him? He's your soulmate, for crying out loud!

Volo, by no means, considered himself a lonely person. He traveled the region as a merchant, so he was always in contact with people. And yet, the thought of you leaving, the thought of never being able to see you again…

It filled him with an aching loneliness, one that ran so deep it felt as if he'd drown.

It's not like you've found a way back to your time yet, but the look of longing that fills your gaze whenever you talk about your home… it makes him sick.

Your home should be with him. He wanted you to stay.

Don't you care about how he feels about this?

[ceruark]

Yandere MBTI - Volo

credit: Yandere MBTI system created by the amazing @ddarker-dreams! used with permission. words: 938 cw: yandere themes: obsession, stalking, manipulation, abduction. a/n: i have a phD in voloism

Final Assessment: CAMS

Cruel

“Then perhaps the day will come when you will suffer and agonize as I do now…”

Volo is as cruel as they come; as Cogita said, he’s a wretch, and he acts the part. He’s just so bitter and spiteful toward the world that it’s hard to believe he’d be kind to someone he took interest in. 

No, he’d be infuriated. He’s got his sights set on rewriting the entire universe— he doesn’t have time for such trivial feelings, and you’re just a distraction Arceus sent with the intention of getting him side-tracked. He hates himself for having something as pitiful as a crush, and rest assured, he will be taking it out on you.

On the surface, he appears to his darling as he would to anyone else: a helpful, humorous merchant who can be a bit sly at times, but harmless nonetheless. He’s always in the right place at the right time, appearing out of seemingly nowhere to help you when you’ve found yourself cornered by Hisui’s fearsome dangers. He would use this front to lure you in, but rest assured, internally he’s degrading you. He’s constantly snarking to himself about how easy your stupidity and naivety are going to make things for him.

You won’t see his true face until you’re in his clutches, his nails sunk too deep to shake him off. If you ever so much as raise your voice at him, he’s putting you in your place, reminding you of all the times he’s had to save you from Hisui’s harsh terrain and wildlife. You’re absolutely helpless without him, and you should show nothing but respect and love for him, who has devoted precious time and attention toward taking care of you. You’ll never survive without him, and you should show your appreciation for your savior by keeping your mouth shut and your head lowered.

Despite all of this, though, I feel as though a part of him would be somewhat reverent of his darling— all the friendship-evolved pokémon on his team speak to a softer side of him, and it’s in his nature, of course. He’s so obsessive over Arceus that anything else in this godforsaken universe he deems worthy of his attention and devotion would be worshipped in a similar manner. This manifests in such ways that you’ll never recognize it for what it is: tenderly stroking your hair while you sleep, tediously meal-prepping to ensure you’re receiving all the nutrients you need to be in good health, and mentally cataloguing all of your likes, dislikes, and fears to ensure that you’re comfortable when you’ve earned it and terrorized when you’ve displeased him.

Aware

“Ah, that is a problem, isn't it? What shall we do about that, indeed?”

Volo knows that you don’t love him back, and even if you do, he knows damn well that he isn’t deserving of it considering everything he’s put you through. But at the end of the day, he simply doesn’t care. He already believes he's the chosen one entitled to catching Arceus and rewriting the world, so who else could possibly be more worthy of his beloved? And what’s more, you were sent here by that merciless god to stop his heretic plans— you were sent here for him. Though having your affections and being worshipped by you like he so deserves would be nice, it’s something he can do without. So long as you’re by his side, where you belong, nothing else matters.

Manipulative

“Ah, I do beg your pardon. I suppose I must seem to be behaving strangely!”

There is not an honest bone in this man’s body.

As aforementioned, he’s pulling strings from the beginning to get you caught in situations where you’ll have to rely on him to get to safety so that you’ll start seeing him in a positive light. 

Even after he has you where he wants you, he won’t stop. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep you at his side by ensuring that he’s the only person you can rely on. He’ll tarnish your reputation with Jubilife Village and the clans so that you’re isolated from anyone in Hisui who has the power to help you. He’ll allow you to get hurt in the wilderness so he can come to your rescue and prove to you just how much you need him. He’ll show just enough affection to leave you feeling conflicted— you’ll resent him for his actions, but never enough to overcome the guilt that would come with leaving him alone.

Strict

“But not to worry. There are still corners of the Hisui region where we can stash you away in secret.”

Volo wants you all to himself, and he’s not willing to share your attention or affection with anyone else, regardless of whether they’re a family member, a friend, or— Arceus forbid— something more. He already sees himself as being the one destined to remake the fabric of reality itself, so he doesn’t believe there’s any reason for you to associate with people other than him. Besides, if things go his way, you won’t remember any of them, anyway.

He’s even worse after his defeat at the Temple of Sinnoh. He disappears off the face of Hisui, and he takes you with him. In a distant, unfamiliar region, you have no choice but to find comfort in the only person you’re familiar with. At this point, all the bitterness and hatred in his heart cause him to lash at you in crueler ways than ever before, yet cling to you even tighter— a combination that is sure to leave you both crumbling in each other’s arms.

[leggerefiore]

Since we have villains catching their so touching themselves to their clothes, could we have them touching themselves? With or without so's clothes

cw: 18+ content, masturbation, clothes sniffing,

characters: Lysandre, Cyrus, Volo, Guzma

🔥Lysandre☀️

☕️ He usually tended not fall to such ways of resorting his needs. His preference certainly fell towards having a moment alone with his partner to relieve himself. Yet, a rare situation arose after coming home to an empty apartment. You had left a note detailing that you would be away for a while and not to worry, but Lysandre felt utterly distraught. He, himself, had been away for days, having been stuck between business meetings and whatever else decided to come up. Sighing, he seemed to accept the inevitable. A message to you had been left unread for much too long. Lysandre found himself sitting on the bed, clutching a shirt of yours tightly. A lingering smell settled his mind as he slid away the many layers he wore. His hand found itself grasping his cock. Where had you gone?

☕️ He could only wonder as his hand came to grip his dick. The stress of running both his lab and Team Flare was naturally getting to him. He had planned to relieve it with you, but he supposed that this would work well enough. As he began to pump his hand, he drew together a scene in his mind of you dressed so delicately. Lingerie that he had carefully picked out to just suit your body complimented you every bit as well as he expected. You were laid out on the bed as his hands explored both your skin and the fabric curiously. A groan left him as the erotic image as his hand began to move faster. Your lingering scent on the shirt worsened his yearning. The lingerie would become a mess as he began to thrust into you. Your body was a perfect fit underneath him. His stomach felt tight as his orgasm grew closer and closer.

☕️ But, it never came. Instead, the door of the bedroom opened, and he immediately withdrew his hand in a panic. You stood there with a bag hanging off your arm. It seemed to be forgotten as you stepped into the room. He did not even feel overly surprised when you daringly sat in his lap. Lysandre sighed when your hand came to grip his length and gently began to imitate the movements he was doing moments prior. A kiss soon was shared between you both as it turned into something deeper. He stopped you once again before he could cum, wanting more than just to get off like this. You pulled away from the kiss and panted, resting your forehead against his own. “Well, that was a nice sight to come home to,” you lightly joked as he gripped your hips tightly, “Lys, ravish me.” He gladly obliged your request.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ He hated doing things like this. It felt like he was giving into his base instincts. The feeling had suddenly come over him as he sat down on the bed. You had gone away for the day, writing out a quick text telling him that you decided to travel to Jubilife for whatever reason. Exhaustion lapped at his mind, but so did something else. Cyrus grumbled as he grasped your pillow. The lingering smell of you set his mind at ease. You always teased him. Your texts may have seemed innocent to an unrelated bystander, but he knew better. His teeth were clenched together. The images of your outfits you would send him flashed in his mind. Cyrus hated the idea that you actually knew exactly how to work him up and now had denied him a chance to get you back. No matter, he supposed.

☄️ His hand quickly undid his pants' button as he freed his dick from the constraints. You tormented him. He gripped it firmly as he began methodically to jerk his hand up and down. Normally, you pestered him by rutting against his groin whenever you decided to initiate sex. The image of you sitting in his lap, panting and whining, made his toes curl. His hand began to move faster as he imagined your hand instead being the one wrapped around his dick. You would coo things in his ear about how cute his flustered face was, or beg him to make a sound. He swallowed. Somehow, the image of you laid underneath him in vest Galactic vest made him much too close. His hand would grip your thighs as he positioned himself, ready to thrust into you. A quiet groan left his throat as his hand's movements became more and more sporadic. What had you cursed him with?

☄️ Yet, just before he could finally cum and relieve himself of his temporary madness, a sound stopped him. A door opening. His head instantly shot to where it was. You stood just outside of the bedroom with wide eyes. His hand froze. Before either of you could say a word, you dropped the bag you were holding and found yourself eagerly at his side. Your grip replaced his own. The rate his heart raced at was concerning. “Cy,” you cooed at him playfully, “You really thought I left for Jubilife? Come on, I was just trying to surprise you with your favourite meal.” The ingredients were forgotten, however, as your hand began to pump his dick. He allowed this, deciding that he would much rather this be over as soon as possible. Of course, that was not your intention as you suddenly pinned him to the bed. “I missed you, too,” your hand was already pulling down your bottoms. Dinner would be coming much later than usual, it seemed.

💫Volo📜

⭐️ He hated the feelings you brought out of him. Envy. Annoyance. Rage. So many negative feelings dwelled within the blond whenever you unfortunately crossed his mind. The worst, however, had to be the lust that swirled inside him. You ruined his plans. Arceus sent you specifically to stop him, and then mocked him further by choosing you in front of him. Yet, Volo still could not get you out of his mind, no matter his desperate attempts. Revenge was the furthest thing from his mind as he clenched a forgotten top that you had left at a Galaxy Team camp. He brought it to his nose as he felt your familiar scent overcome his mind. His mind played many scenes of you bending over before him as you did your research tasks, or the way you called out his name.

⭐️ His bottoms were quickly undone as he instantly fisted his cock. Many images of you in various states of undress crossed his mind, yet the odd one out of among them was how you fell back at the Temple of Sinnoh. The fear on your face — how you seemed utterly beneath him, made his grip grow tighter as he jerked his hand up and down his length. Volo wanted to pin you to the ground at the sacred place and absolutely ravish you in front of the deity that found it so easy to deride him. Your moans echoed in his ears as his motions grew more and more frenzied. He pretended the rigid feeling of his hand was you, yet his mind obviously knew better. A groan left his throat as he felt himself moving closer to the edge by the second.

⭐️ His hand came to a complete stop as the door to his cabin opened up. Your eyes met his as you stood in confusion. “... So, you did have my shirt,” you bravely entered the home and shut the door behind you, “I know I have been busy, Volo, but you terrified the professor.” When you were in his range, he suddenly pinned you to the ground. You made a distressed sound as you fell against the floor. The blond instantly had your wrists pinned above your head. You sighed, “Well, threaten me with a good time, why don't you?” He grumbled about how you managed to kill the scene so quickly. It mattered little as he pulled down your bottoms with ease. You helped him get off your strange underwear, and he soon found himself re-enacting a similar scene to the one from his imagination.

🕶Guzma💀

□ The delinquent gave a sigh as he entered his room to not see you there. Of all the times you had gone off. Guzma quickly checked his phone to confirm you were off doing something in Malie and left Po town. He sat down on his bed and ran a hand through his hair. There was nothing to do. He debated something between wandering around the beach for Wimpod sightings again or harassing Nanu. The idea of the old man sending one of his cats after him again made him stop, though. Instead, he spied a forgotten piece of laundry laid on out the floor. He felt his grin grow on his face.

□ Pulling down his sweats, he pulled out his cock. The grunts were out of the house for a while, which gave him some personal time. His hand grasped his dick as he focused on the underwear you had left behind on the floor. Putting them to his nose, he gave a sniff and felt he was between your legs. Guzma pumped his length as he thought about you pressed against his sheets. You were wearing his medallion and his coat as you moaned underneath him. He began to move his hand in time with the thrusts in his fantasy. It had been a while since you two had been at it because of all the shit Lusamine had him doing. His movements grew more frantic as the fictional you called out his name. Guzma knew he was about to bust a nut.

□ It never came, though, because the bedroom door swung open and made let go of his dick in a panic. Before he could pull up his sweats and go off on whatever grunt dared do something so stupid, he heard you call out his name. You saw him and instantly shut the door behind you. “Seriously, Guz? I told you I wasn't going to be long,” you sighed as you walked over to him. He let out a high-pitched noise when you grabbed his dick. “I've missed you too much to let this pass by,” you told him plainly, “Lay down.” The big, bad boss was not about to deny an order from his partner. His fantasy was fulfilled in a different way.

[reds-fluff-extravaganza]

Volo x reader

Finally got a request for him and I need to write more for him. So sorry if he’s ooc or anything!

It’s been several weeks since the incident, and you’ve been searching everywhere for Volo. You’ve been worried about him, despite everyone telling you not to, that he doesn’t deserve your forgiveness or anything of the sort. However, you didn’t agree with them. You knew him better than anyone else, even if he didn’t tell you about the whole wanting to capture Arceus thing.

You were out searching for him once again, hoping to finally find him and

“Volo!” You called out, your Luxray walking along with you. He was a bit worried about you, since he knew how close you were with the ex-merchant, and he had gotten close to him and his pokemon as well.

“Wait, I know! I can see if Cogita knows his whereabouts.” You looked back at your Luxray, who just nodded in agreement, as the two of you made your way to the Ancient Retreat.

“Cogita!” You called out her name as you got closer to her home. She had stepped outside, curious to who was calling her name.

“Oh, hello Y/n. What brings you here today?” She made her way over to you.

“I’ve been looking all over the land of Hisui for Volo… no one has seen him and I’m getting worried. I know everyone else doesn’t like him for what he’s done, but I don’t hate him. Have you seen him? Or at least have a possible idea of his whereabouts?” Cogita was silent for a few moments, as if debating something in her mind as she examined your expression of worry and genuine concern for Volo.

“I have seen him. He told me not to tell any one of his whereabouts, but I can tell how much you actually care about him, even if you… probably shouldn’t. However, I think he needs to know that not everyone completely hates him.”

“Please, tell me where he is. I won’t tell him that you told me.”

“Oh I’m sure he’ll figure it out, he’s a smart man after all.”

“I know.” And with that, Cogita had given you the directions to find Volo. You waved goodbye to her and made your way to find him, your Luxray still at your side.

After traveling for a while, you ended up in a secluded area, far away from any possible human presence or interaction. Was Volo really here..? You were really hoping so. Your Luxray kept close to your side as the two of you walked, looking around, before you were snatched back by Luxray as an air slash hit the ground where you had been standing a moment before.

“Whoa..! Thanks, Luxray.” You looked up to see a familiar Pokemon: Volo’s Togekiss!

“Togekiss! It’s me, Y/n!” You called out to it, hoping it would remember you. Luxray had stood in front of you in a protective manner as Togekiss examined the two of you before moving closer. It seems to remember you as it let out a happy cry and hugged you with its wings.

“It’s good to see you again, buddy, but where is Volo..?” You let go and Togekiss motioned for you to follow further into the secluded area. You nodded and followed after it, Luxray right beside you.

“Ah, there you are Togekiss, you had me worried for a minute th-…” Volo cut himself off as he saw you with his Togekiss.

“Y/n..?” He sounded more confused than anything. “How did you even find me? No… the better question is why did you find me? Here to humiliate me further? Tell the others where I am? What?”

“No, not at all!” You took a step closer to him, a worried look on your face. “I would never tell anyone else where you are, not after I’ve spent several weeks looking for you after the incident! I don’t want you to disappear again, Volo..”

“Again, I ask, why are you here then?”

“Because I care about you! I don’t hate you like they do. We were always so close.. When I found out you disappeared I couldn’t believe it.” Your hands were now shaking a bit as you were looking up at him.

“I miss you… I miss you a lot.”

“I’m not going back there, Y/n.”

“I’m not asking you to come back!” You moved closer to him and hugged him, making him flinch in response.

“Why do you care..? I’ve done horrible things.” He looked down at you, a puzzled look on his face. “I don’t understand.”

“I already told you, Volo! We’ve been friends for so long… and I care about you.”

“If you’re here to pity me, then I don’t want it-“

“It’s not pity, I genuinely care about you.”

“You.. actually care about me?”

“Yes! That’s what I was trying to tell you.” It was silent for a few moments… until you felt Volo hug you back, looking away from you.

“I… missed you too, Y/n. I’m glad it was you who managed to find me.”

“Really?” You were rather surprised by this.

“Yes, really. I would’ve told you where I was going but I didn’t want you to be involved with me. I didn’t want the others to shame you or be upset at you because of how close we are.”

“I would never let them get to me… but I’m glad you’re okay and still alive.”

“And I’m glad you’re here now.. and you can come back whenever you want.” He leaned down and kissed your forehead gently. “Promise me you’ll return.” You nodded and rest your forehead against his.

“Of course I will. You know I will. And don’t worry about the others, I won’t let them find you here.”

“I know you won’t. I trust you, Y/n.”

“Come on, let’s step outside and talk, catch up on what we’ve missed.” You let him go from the hug before taking his hand into your own.

“Very well.” You two walked out of the cave and into the forest, where your Luxray and his Togekiss were sitting, as if catching up with each other.

“Looks like they missed each other too.” You looked over at the two Pokemon nearby, a faint smile on your face.

“I think you’re right, Y/n.” You went over to them, taking a seat on a fallen over tree, with Volo sitting by you, and the two of you talked, catching each other up on what was going on in your lives after the incident, while also telling him that you forgive him, and him reluctantly accepting it as he feels as though he doesn’t deserve it, but it was one of the things he liked about you, that despite what he’s done, you still care about him and forgive him. He feels as though he doesn’t deserve you or your kindness, but happy to still have you around.

[r0-boat]

I have a fever and feel terrible, do you have any headcanons of Volo being sweet to reader? 🥺

- Litwick anon

Your wish is my command!

Volo at his sweetest

We all know that Volo's love for you and hatred for you are the same. Especially after the incident, he seemed to forego a lot of his nice performative mask for something a little more snarky and devilish. To him, you are an idiot, but you are an idiot he can't help but love. His words can be sharper than an Overquil's spine, but he could never hurt you in the way he wanted to in the past. Where am I going with this? Dear sweet reader I'm about to tell you the way he reacts when he sees those tears fall from your face. When he realized that he had gone a little too far. That's snarky smile disappears, betraying a horrified look on his face. His sultry voice turning into a soft one as he bends to your eye level to wipe your tears from your face with his thumbs, murmuring apologies and calling you the sweetest words.

However, if it weren't him that made you cry, that softness that he used as comfort, you would turn into pure white-hot rage. As he stares down his newest victim like they are the scum of the Earth. If it weren't for you holding his sleeve, he would have killed that man.

Is it weird that Volo wants to be the only one to see your tears? When you're crying he tries to stress you and wipe them away and when someone comes looking for you, he either hides you or shoos them away. Is it strange that Volo finds it sort of cute that you could be so vulnerable with him than you trust him so much even considering 'the incident.'

Maybe you're not feeling sad perhaps you're sick? Volo is exceptional at medicine he had to be when he would go backpacking in the wilderness for days weeks on end. As much as Volo claims how annoying you are and how much he hates you, he does tend to get overprotective in your most vulnerable moments if you so much as move from your bed while you're sick, you won't hear the end of it, as he urges you to lay back down. Even though he is a stickler for your well-being, he would still ask for a kiss. Even If you deny him he would just laugh and smirk. "as if I care a sickness can't stop me."

He does not want you to say a single word the next morning when he ends up being sick.

When Volo is laying with you he just cannot be part of you. He has to have his body lying as close to you as possible with one hand wrapped around you or maybe both. With his face buried in your shoulder. Perhaps he was just too tired to be his usual snarky bastard self as all he had energy for was holding your body close to him and gentle kisses on your shoulder and neck.

And if he catches you nodding off in the soft grass, he can't help but have his heart swell. His cheeks go pink when he carefully stalks closer to you, the storm gray eyes Shining as he brushes your hair out of your face to get a better look at you. Captivated by how cute you look sleeping there underneath the warm sun, he wished he had that weird Contraption with him so he could take your picture and keep it forever.

[phantompanties]

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Volo x Fem!Reader

Summary: this is an excerpt from chapter 26 of my long slow burn Legends Arceus fic called "I Got Sent Back In Time And All I Got Was This Lousy Arc Phone". At this point in the story it's during the reader's banishment from Jubilife Village, and currently her mental state is suffering due to the danger and betrayal she's faced thus far. Volo is not a good person and this whole thing isn't out of love, but out of hunger for power. A narcissistic god complex power fantasy. It nearly borders on noncon so if that's not your thing, please don't read and be safe. Its on brand for this blog so I thought id post it :3

Tags: male masturbation, power fantasy, excerpt of a bigger fic, blowjob, dacryphilia, corruption kink, none of this actually happens its just a sick bastard's fantasy, noncon if you squint, volo is a BASTARD a BAD PERSON an EVIL LITTLE WEASEL

Now that everyone had retired for the night, Volo was actually glad Adaman offered you his tent. If you were sleeping in his tent, he wasn’t sure he would be able to stop himself from acting on his impulses.

He remembered the other night when you fell asleep crying, desperately trying to keep quiet so as not to rouse his attention. Your mental state was so vulnerable… and Volo enjoyed it. He felt like a Glameow toying with a defenceless little Pichu before devouring it. The best part? The little Pichu had no idea she was being toyed with. If he was being honest, he grew to love how sweetly naive you were. At first, he found you to just be dumb, thinking that your recklessly rushing into danger for the sake of the Galaxy Team was you having a stupid death wish. But as you grew more and more scarred and broken, latching onto any stranger who showed you positive attention, he found it intoxicating the way he swayed you to his whim. Even though he was sure Arceus must have warned you not to associate with him if what you told him about being led astray was anything to go off of, you ignored it, choosing to leap into his arms when the world fell into ruin. Volo knew that he had you wrapped around his finger, and it was a high he couldn’t get enough of. If Adaman hadn’t been here to suggest you sleep in his tent that night, Volo would have had great difficulty holding himself back. It wasn’t as if he didn’t want to do what he wanted to do, oh no. The way your big sweet eyes gazed up at him like he was some kind of saviour made him crazy, like he wanted to tear you apart and devour you whole. It was the fact that if he acted, it would ruin his credibility amongst the insects that swarmed you two. Adaman was clearly protective of you, even going so far as to declare you his honourary sister. Despite his teasing a few nights prior, Volo knew Adaman held trust in him not to harm you. If he weren’t here, Volo would have pounced. Volo saw the way you flushed whenever he’d smile at you, how flustered you’d get when he called you his favourite customer. Surely you felt something for him, even if it was the slightest infatuation.

Volo couldn’t help his mind from racing as he tossed and turned in his bedroll. The more he thought of your innocent watery eyes, the more uncomfortable he felt in his trousers. He groaned, pushing the covers off of him. When he sat up, what caught his eye was the mannequin in the corner dressed in his latest project. It was very nearly complete, only needing hemming on the pants and the golden fabric details to be sewn to the white toga itself. Volo had slaved away at this particular project for years, only able to work on it between visits to the retreat. It was an outfit based on the depictions of clothes ancient Celestica priests would wear way back before the genocide. Volo let his mind wander to when he’d finally don the outfit at the Temple of Sinnoh, where he’d use the power of the Seer of Time and The Seer of Space to overthrow Arceus. You’d be there, of course. He wants you to be there to witness his ascension. He wondered then if you’d oppose him or worship him at his feet. Certainly, you’d worship him, right? You were going against Arceus’s will by choosing him after all. Oh, how delicious would it be to take you at Arceus’s altar? Forcing the detestable god to watch as he taints its strongest soldier right in front of its eyes?

Volo palmed the bulge straining his smallclothes, imagining just how he’d ruin you up there on the peak of Mt. Coronet. He imagined your innocent watery eyes gazing up at him from the floor as he fished his cock from his trousers, spitting into his palm to lubricate it. Would you know just what to do, or would you have to be guided like the servant of divinity you were? Fuck, the thought of him guiding you as you used your mouth on him made him twitch. He imagined himself gripping your hair, forcing his cock into your mouth. Would you gag? He hoped so. He wanted you to struggle to take him as he used you for his pleasure. He fisted his cock, imagining himself fucking your mouth while tears helplessly poured from your eyes and spit dribbled down your chin as you tried so desperately to please him, the man who will become your new god. Arceus will weep as it witnesses Volo breaking its chosen hero, and Volo will laugh in its face. In his mind, your throat bulged every time Volo thrusted into your mouth. He remembered how pitiful you looked the day he found you sobbing by the riverbank, and by Arceus did he wish that he could make you look that way. He caressed his balls with his other hand as his hips thrust into his fist.

“Take it, (y/n)...” he mumbles. “Worship me at my altar while Arceus watches… know who you will belong to…!”

When he came close, he imagined himself releasing deep into your throat, not pulling out until he was spent. It was the next thought that sent him over the edge. You’d pull off him, trying desperately to catch your breath with your pink tongue hanging out of your mouth. “Th-thank you… Lord Volo…” you’d pant, wiping the spit that dribbled from your mouth. Volo grunted, biting his hand to muffle the sound of pure ecstasy as he came into his fist.

When Volo came down from his high, breathing heavily, he shuddered in delight as he found he quite enjoyed where his mind went.

Oh yes, faller of the rift… Arceus’s chosen one… Volo will break you.

[octo-artist]

Pokerehab Chapter 2:

An unwelcome face

N x Reader x ?

Tw: lots and lots of swearing, volo being a delusional asshole, minor ptsd and anxiety mention

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-Back in Ancient Hisui-

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE’S BEEN GONE FOR MONTHS!”

Pokémon scatter as a voice roars through the clearing. The source being a rather upset young man in odd clothes his golden hair messily tied up with quite a bit of it falling into his face. Sitting in front of him is a middle aged woman in dark formal attire, her expression is calm despite the male in front of her.

“As I had stated Volo, she and Sneasler’s warden had decided to go back to their own time and return to their old lives months ago. The clans even came together to give them a going away party the night before they left.”, she stated once more, taking a sip of tea once she’d finished speaking. Volo however did not like this answer slamming his hands down on the table causing it to shake.

“I heard you the first time Cogita! I just can’t believe she’d just up and leave without telling me first!”

“To be fair to the hero, you did betray her up on Mount Coronet. I wouldn’t blame her for not wanting to see you after that. Let alone speak to you”

Still fuming, Volo sharply turned away from Cogita, calling on Giratina to leave for their hideout. Upon seeing the stone walls of the cavern he immediately threw a punch at the wall, breaking the skin on his knuckles in the process, blood slowly dripping from the wounds. Giratina watched its trainer’s tantrum from a distance, knowing how obsessed he’d grown towards the hero in the time after their last encounter.

“To think she’d have the gall to not only leave without telling me but to also go with THE FUCKING WARDEN AS WELL! AFTER EVERYTHING I DID FOR HER! She’d better have a good fucking excuse for just up an-” Volo was cut off as his surroundings changed and he felt himself briefly fall, landing rather uncomfortably in a bush. Wiggling himself free, Volo took a moment to get his bearings, noting Giratina to be nowhere in sight.

“Thank you for nothing you useless noodle”, he mutters under his breath as he stands and brushes off his clothes and fixes his hair, “Now where the fuck did that overgrown noodle drop me” Walking off he eventually comes across a pathway, as he was about to step out onto the path a young woman barrels past him, nearly knocking him over once more as well as nearly tripping herself up in the process. Catching herself she quickly turns while still running yelling out to him “I’M SO SORRY BUT I CAN’T STOP RIGHT NOW I NEED TO GET THESE THREE TO THE RESCUE CENTER!”, nodding her head towards three gray lumps in her arms before turning back the way she was running.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” He yells out in frustration as he finally steps out onto the path once more, looking the way the woman had left. Growling under his breath he starts walking in that direction, following the one potential lead he had to finding the Hero. Knowing them it wouldn’t be much of a surprise if they built a so-called rescue center for the creatures they loved oh so much.

It takes him a good ten minutes to reach the crest of the hill he spots a lone building in the trees, behind it is a large fenced in field and orchard with several pokémon he did not recognize running around or napping in it, well except for one Alpha Luxray sleeping near the door surrounded by several Shinx.

“... Well this just got harder than I thought it’d be…”, he thought to himself as he shifted to hide behind a tree watching the building below.

Some time had passed, though unsure of how much, Volo eventually spots someone exit the building, though it wasn’t the Hero. The one who had exited was a young rather lanky man with wild green hair tied back, he was balancing some bowls of food in his arms as he approached the now awake Luxray and shinxes. He watched as the boy carefully dodged the shinx before reaching Luxray and started setting the bowls down, the pokemon quickly beginning to eat. The boy once done tending to the group eventually turns back to go inside, though is stopped as the Hero finally exits the building, their lucario following close behind. Volo feels his anger begin to flare again as he watches her hand the young man a bag and walk back to the luxray to sit down in the grass and start pulling food out to eat themselves.

Did… Did they seriously just replace him with this bean pole of a man?! Him the one who offered her companionship and aid when the world turned against them, the one who gave them advice on how to more effectively catch pokemon, the one who was willing to tear apart and rebuild reality for them?! Not on his watch… Volo begrudgingly pulled away from the scene into the woods to further plan how he’d win the hero back.

-With Y/n and N-

“Yea you wouldn’t believe how many times I had to go find this guy’s sister, and she’d always be in the strangest of places! One time in the highlands she’d ended up on a ledge next to one of the base camps! How nobody heard her or found her is astounding to me!” Y/N rambled as she and N ate lunch, it was a slow day at the center, they’d had a few scheduled to be released back into the wild.

“The more you speak of this place it sounds quite strange indeed. But oddly peaceful too.”, N replied while taking a bite of his food, “getting to be surrounded by pokemon out in their natural habitat sounds like a dream to me.”

“You’d think so until you have a parasect chasing you down for merely looking at it wrong. Arceus help you if you got spotted by an alpha.” Y/N says looking at her luxray sweat dropping as she remembers when she caught her as a baby alpha shinx… she will never forget all the shocks and scratches she got that day. “ But hey, you still get to live out your dream of helping pokemon and releasing them back into their natural habitat or find good homes when they’ve fully recovered!”

“It’s not quite the same but it does bring a sense of joy and fulfillment being able to help innocent pokemon find themselves again after recovery. It still boggles my mind that you’ve managed to hire so many of the ex-grunts and give them a sense of purpose here.” , N stated looking out over the field of recovering pokemon joyfully living their best lives while retaining their freedom.

“Well that's because some of them genuinely wanted to help poor unfortunate mons that were actually being neglected or abused. They just needed proper guidance to find the right way to go about it, a large portion of our rescue team that investigates abuse cases are Ex-grunts and they’ve told me that they love their jobs because they actually get to help the pokemon that need it.” Y/N pauses to eat a bit before continuing, “it just feels good giving people who deserve it a second chance. Many of them have been able to properly re-enter society thanks to the center. I’ve actually been considering expanding our efforts into other parts of the region and once we’ve established a good base, maybe expand efforts into other regions!”

“You certainly have big plans for this place, it's nice knowing there’s a good soul like yours leading this organization. It eases my worries of it turning into another team plasma. Or worse.”, N stated.

“I completely understand that, there’s way too many folks out there who’d take advantage of innocent people who are just down on their luck. This place has become both a sanctuary for the pokemon and the people who work here. It makes me smile getting to see them all enjoying their work and knowing they’re happy to be making a difference.” Y/N stated in response with a careful smile on their face. Their smile soon dropped for a moment as their body stiffened looking around at the surrounding treelines.

“Is everything alright Y/N? You seem tense all of a sudden…”, N asked, trying to spot whatever had set them into alert mode. “I thought I felt eyes on us… It's probably just a curious pokemon but I can't shake the feeling…”, Y/N replied, settling back down again. The Luxray continued to remain alert after her trainer returned to their lunch, scanning the treeline for any sign of trouble. A young trainer eventually comes barreling down the path with a trio of pidove in their arms, calling out to the duo, “HEY IS THIS THE REHAB CENTER? I’VE GOT A FEW PIDOVE THAT WERE HURT BY POACHERS!”

Standing up Y/N quickly approached the trainer, “Yes here follow me and I’ll help you get them checked in with Mike. I’m gonna need you once they’ve been handed over to the medical staff to write a report on where you found them and any details you can provide so we can alert the local officers about the poaching activity.” Y/N led the trainer inside leaving N with Luxray and the Shinx litter.

N looks to the large luxray sensing her unease, “what had you so on edge old girl… you obviously know something is out there…”, he asks not expecting a response from the normally silent and stoic beast, but is surprised when he is graced with one.

“I smell him, he is here… as is the dark one…”, her voice rings out clear in his ears. He thanks arceus for this blessing that has allowed him the chance to know what it is the Pokémon need directly from them, especially now that there seems to be a perceived threat in the area.

“Who is here? Who is the ‘dark one’?”, N replies his unease growing as he too looks at the tree line with luxray trying to spot what she’s searching for.

“Volo and Giratina. How dare he return after all he’s done to my trainer. I aught to bite him for his crimes”, Luxray growls lowly, her fur standing up.

N in an attempt to calm her down gently strokes her fur, as if to assure both her and himself of the situation. “You know they wouldn’t want that… they’re too kind to hold such grudges, even when it’s well deserved. They’ve shown as much with the chances they’ve shown to the grunts that defected after plasma was disbanded…”

Luxray slowly calmed herself, returning her attention to her litter upon hearing one yelp in response to their sibling playing too roughly. N deciding it was time to head back inside, gathers up his leftovers and walks back into the center, seeing the trainer from earlier talking on the pc to an officer and putting in their statement on the poaching activity with Y/N talking to Mike at the desk about the pidove trio.

“Once they’re done speaking to officer Jenny make sure to let them know they can visit the pidoves once they’re out of surgery, I can’t believe that poachers would do that to some poor innocent pidoves.”, Y/N says as N approaches them, giving Mike’s minchino ear rubs as they speak. “Will do boss, also we got some more updates on the development of the new Galar location, Nancy put the papers on your desk so you can look them over when you have the time.” Mike responds while typing away on his computer.

Y/N stops petting the Pokémon and turns to head back outside spotting N walking up, “oh hey! I was about to head back out, I’m sorry if I kept you waiting.”, they apologized. “No, no it’s alright, I honestly figured it was a good point to end our break and get back to preparing recovered pokemon for release back into their natural habitats.” N chuckled, assuring them he wasn’t upset while trying to hide his unease at what luxray had told him minutes prior. Y/N gives him a smile while motioning for him to follow, to which N proceeds to do, walking out to the yard where a handful of Pokémon are being loaded up into carriers marked to be released back into the wild. “Well, you have quite a few patients who are ready to be released, once they’re loaded up you and Molly can start driving the group back to their habitats and setting them loose, I know that’s your favorite part of the process so I wanted to let you know you got a big group today.”, Y/N says while watching a particularly rowdy herdier give the staff the run around refusing to be placed in the carrier, making the duo chuckle knowing the little guy is gonna be just fine once he’s back out in the world, if the staff can get him into the carrier that is. N slowly stopped when the nagging thought of what luxray had told him just minutes prior…hesitantly he looked to Y/N and says, “Luxray told me something concerning after you’d gone inside…”

Y/N turning to give N their full attention looks at him waiting for him to continue.

“She’d said she’d smelled someone in the area… and I worry about his intentions because I know you’ve told me what happened back in Hisui…”

Y/N cocks an eyebrow, “Is it Kamado? I can handle his self-righteous ass any time.”

N takes a deep breath preparing for Y/N’s reaction, “N-no… she’d said she’d smelled Volo… and Giratina…” As he’d expected, Y/N’s body stiffened at the mention of the duo. “I…see, well, if he tries anything I know we can handle him, I’ve fought him before, and beat Giratina twice. What’s one more ass whooping?” They try to say with confidence, but their voice waivers a bit. Their lucario who’d been silently following the duo senses her trainer’s stress and gently nudges her head against their hand as if to try and distract them, to which Y/N gently pets the soft fur on her head, slowly calming down at the welcome distraction.

“Do you think we should at least let the staff know? In case he tries anything when you’re gone?” N asks, the idea of Volo attacking the center making him nervous as he’d come to love the place and its staff. They truly understood him and his desire to save pokemon, Y/N going as far as to even show him a different way of doing so that teaches others about proper pokemon care and how to spot a sick or injured pokemon in the wild and what to do in such a situation. It had become his home to a degree, even Reshiram liked the place, getting to lounge in the sun all day with the other mons.

“I’ll call a team meeting, in the meantime how about you go see if any patients are ready to be let out into the yard. I can tell you’re nervous and I know seeing pokemon get to stretch their legs after a long recovery makes you happy.” Y/N responded, almost sensing their dear friend’s distress, steading themselves to head to their office and call for the crew to come to the lobby and talk. N nodding before parting to go to the stables, the route having become a familiar one over the months, passing the nursery as he’s done many times before, the achanine that normally is in there is absent, and in their place are the nursery workers checking up on the hatchlings and noting down their health. “Must have gotten up to stretch her legs, looks like we have some new eggs from the conservation program.” Turning away from the window he continues to walk.

Back with Y/N, they’re speed walking towards their office, Mike the receptionist and his minchino close behind along with their lucario. “Boss, who exactly is Volo? I mean I know you’ve mentioned him in passing briefly but I don’t think I’ve ever heard you go into detail about him…” Mike asks worried about his boss’s sudden change in attitude. It almost reminded him of some of the higher ups back when he was in team plasma… it was uncanny how they could go from cheery and friendly to serious and hyper focused in an instant.

“He’s a very dangerous man from a long time ago, I’d thought he’d disappeared and he’d keep his cruel mug far away from this place. But I guess he got bored of hiding and I want everyone ready in case he tries something. He’s a cunning jerk who will do whatever he can to trick you into thinking he’s harmless before stabbing you in the back. Do not under any circumstance trust a word he says”

“I see, I’ll head back to the doctors and let them know to lock down the back in case he tries to get in.”

“Good, thank you Mike, you’re a good man and you’ve done so much for this place since it opened. I’d say you’re due for a promotion soon if you want it.”

“Thank you ma’am maybe once this is over we can talk more about it, and honestly I’m glad you were open minded enough to give me a chance to turn my life around. Not many folks would do that for an ex-grunt.”

“I could see you genuinely loved pokemon and just wanted to do right by them. It's easy to get lost in the flowery language of a maniac. I know this all too well. But that’s a talk for later, we need to make sure everyone is prepared.”

“On it. I’ll keep watch at the desk and I won’t let him through if he tries to worm his way in” Mike turns away and sprints back down the hall to warn the doctors, his companion bouncing after him. Once he vanishes around the corner Y/N opens their office door, inside is filled with photos and other memorabilia from their time in Hisui, their uniform carefully displayed in a case alongside some empty pokeballs they’d saved, on the wall is a picture of the clan leaders, wardens, Rei, Akari, Cyllene, Laventon, and them all together. It had been a bittersweet goodbye with promises of visits now that they’d established a way to go back and forth between the times, Ingo having returned with them to reunite with his family and hopefully help his amnesia. Striding over to their desk they bend over pressing the button to the mic to announce over the speakers, “Attention staff members, we are having an emergency mandatory meeting in the lobby. Please finish up the task you are on and make your way as soon as humanly possible. Thank you.”

They hated having to pull out the serious voice, they preferred to have a friendly demeanor to make staff comfortable at work, but this was a serious matter. They could not take any chances of someone not showing up.

After a handful of minutes the entire staff is stationed in the lobby, confused murmurs can be heard among the crowd as they wait to hear what their boss has to say.

With a hefty breath Y/N begins, “Thank you all for showing up, as it stands we are on lockdown till the situation has been handled. I’ve been given word of a dangerous individual being found in the area and for everyone’s safety I am requesting that you all remain on high alert, we need to get the Pokémon inside their respective lodgings till we know the threat has passed and I request that everyone please remain at their stations until further notice.” Gasps and murmurs can be heard among the staff as they process what they’ve just been told. N looking around spots Mike and Jess both looking at one another concerned and back to Y/N.

“You are all dismissed now back to your stations. Make sure all Pokémon have been accounted for and are safely where they need to be. I will let you all know when the lockdown is done and the threat has passed.thank you for your hard work and cooperation”, Y/N finishes their announcement, watching the staff of the center disperse to tend to their new orders with haste. Jess and Mike sticking around with N and Y/N.

“You alright there boss? You look like you’re gonna be sick. Maybe you should sit down for a bit…” Mike suggests concern etched on his features as his michino bounces up his uniform to his shoulder.

“Mike is right suga’ you look like you done seen Darkrai ‘imself.” Jess pipes up her concern for Y/N mirroring Mike’s.

“I’ll be fine, this is partially my fault, this is someone who I have a rather tumultuous history with… I will deal with the threat myself. My focus right now is ensuring everyone here is safe both humans and Pokemon alike.” Y/N states, a slight quiver in their tone. They’ve fought Volo and barely scraped by when Giratina joined the fight. But now they’re unsure how they’d fare a second time… they were younger, their early 20’s, and had gotten lucky the first time, but would they be so lucky now?

“You’re spiraling Y/N”, Mike’s voice broke them out of their thoughts, his tone laced with worry and seriousness, “How about you take a break. I’m sure we can take this guy working together”

“Mike I appreciate the thought but-”, Y/N

“If I may interject?”, N joins the conversation, “I think Mike has a point. If he is causing this much distress then you should let us help. Your luxray already has told me who it was they smelled, and I remember what you’ve told me about him before… Please don’t push yourself. Let us help you.”

Y/N looks between the three who look back at them with assurance and determination. They can feel their heart swelling a bit with pride and relief to know that they’re not alone in facing Volo this time. Possessing Giratina or not, they know he’s smart enough to back down when faced with too high of odds of losing. Volo is a coward, he ran when he was defeated not wanting to face reprocussions for his actions. After a moment of thinking they give a small smile when they feel their Archanine nudge under their arm, sharing that same look of determination.

“Okay, but we need to properly prepare, I’ve fought him before but that was at least three years ago.” Y/N states, “He’s no doubt gotten stronger since then. I’ll give you all the run down of his team as I remember it. But be wary, he has Giratina on his side and while it’s not fully under its command they share a common goal so it cooperates with him, to its own albeit attitude laden degree.”

Jess pipes in with a loud whoop her Houndoom howling with her before she gives an eager grin, “Let’s get this varmin off our turf! He messed with the boss an now he’s gonna be hurtin!”

Mike nods in agreement with Jess as N walks up to Y/N and puts a comforting hand on their shoulder, “Let’s gather our teams before we start planning. The facility is on lockdown so no doubt the cops are already on their way.”

Y/N smiling at N the spark returning to their eyes as the other two start to go over their respective PC data to prepare their Pokemon for the upcoming fight, “Yea, all we need to do is stall for time. Maybe I can get a message through the gateway to Cyllene and the wardens for extra assistance. They know Volo’s crimes and have been itching to get their hands on him so he can finally face judgment for the chaos and harm he caused.”

Taking a moment to talk to Jess and Mike to discuss the plan and explain Volo’s team and his history with their boss, N and Y/N go to gather their teams and strategize for the inevitable fight.

Of course upon hearing that the man who hurt their beloved trainer has returned Zoruark and Lucario have been on high alert, Y/N’s alpha luxray ushering her litter to a safe part of the facility to hide.

“Okay so let’s go over it one last time before we confront him. I’m going to go out as bait since I’m no doubt the one he’s after. You, Mike, and Jess will be hiding nearby in case things go awry and I need assistance. Mike and Jess’s main job is to keep him away from the facility and deal with his main team while we keep him and Giratina at bay. Thank Arceus you have Reshiram on your side as that’ll help us immensely in keeping the giant shadow wyrm at bay till the cops or the wardens arrive. I’ve already sent a letter to Cyllene and the clan leaders alerting them of the issue at hand. If everything goes as planned we might finally be able to apprehend him and send him back to Hisui and rebanish the legendary back to its realm.” Y/N pours over the details checking for anything they’d missed. N nodding taking in all the information. It amazed him how quick his new friend could form such a plan under duress, but he and his Pokemon, who’d come to love their trainer’s friend, were happy to see them back to normal.

N stands up with Y/N who attached their old uniform belt to their waist, having taken a moment to pull their old galaxy team uniform from its case and going into the side room to change, attaching their Pokeballs to it. He looks stunned at the complete change in energy that came with th uniform, as if it gave Y/N a much needed confidence boost. “Let’s go see Jess and Mike and tell them the rest of the plan. That way they’re in the know and can prepare their teams accordingly.” He says reaching the door going to open it.

“Right. Hopefully starraptor reaches the settlement’s fast enough for them all to reach us in time. But be prepared to restrain him if needed, he may look scrawny but he’s surprisingly fast and sneaky. He’s caught me off guard plenty of times in the past.” Y/N warned N as they entered the hall. The walk back to the lobby was quiet, the air tense, a stark contrast to the usual warm welcoming atmosphere the center usually has. The soon reach their destination, seeing the two trainers in the lobby waiting, both possessing full teams of Pokémon ready to fight. Jess’s houndoom now having a zebstrika in its place, the dark dog not being fit to fight, while mike’s minchinno now has his old friend Liepard in its place, the large feline standing at attention next to its trainer ready for whatever orders he gives.

“Alright, we’ve got the plan finished, for the most part I’m going to try to diffuse the situation but should Volo start to get aggressive you three will be nearby to provide support should I need it. He’s delusional but I hope that after three years he’s become somewhat reasonable. But I’m not putting all my chips on that chance.” Y/N states their lucario standing close by protectively.

“Got it boss, if he makes a move on ya we’ll get him where it hurts! Nobody messes with our amazing boss!” Jess says, smacking a gloved fist into her other palm, the nineteen year old eager to fight.

“You have a lot of us second chances including myself. We owe it to you that we can live a normal life now when nobody else gave us a chance. We have your back whether that man likes it or not. You’re not alone this time!” Mike adds, his gratitude towards the trainer who’d seen the good in him and many others clear as day, his companion pipes in with a trilled cry sensing its trainer’s commitment.

“Thank you, all of you, this means more than you’ll ever know. Now, let’s get moving. He’s no doubt still nearby.” Turning to their Pokémon Y/N continues, “I already know lucario isn’t going to return but the rest of you back to your balls, the less of you out at once means the less chances of him feeling threatened and attacking.”

One by one they return to their balls, their zoruark taking a moment to nuzzle their arm for assurance before returning with the others leaving only the ever loyal lucario present. Taking a breath, Y/N steady’s themselves before nodding and waiting for N, Mike, and Jess to disappear down various halls to go out other exits. When they can no longer hear footsteps they turn to the main entrance, keeping the door locked on the inside they carefully open the doors slipping through and slide them shut behind them. The air feeling far heavier now that they’re alone once more. Beginning the trek up the path towards the direction luxray had caught the scent they begin to think to themselves. Last time they felt this way was back when they were forced to confront volo on mt coronet. They’d trusted him only for him to betray them for his own delusions of creating a new world that he believed to be perfect. They knew better, it wasn’t that simple… the fight took hours, a storm had raged around them soaking the duo to the bone. They’d barely managed to squeak in their victory, their ever loyal Lucario having been the last one standing in the fight. They couldn’t ask for a better companion, she’d been by her side through everything. Every hope and heartbreak, every day and night out in the wilderness, watching over their beloved trainer as they rested each night. They remembered an old story Laventon told them one day how it was believed in some regions that humans and Pokemon possessed two halves of one soul, and that when the halves that matched collided the trainer and Pokémon would move as one unit together. He’d joked how her and her lucario reminded him of the story wondering if it could be true… Y/N certainly believed it, it would explain the unspoken trust between the two and how in tune they were…

“Well well well and here I thought I was going to have to drag you out of that little building of yours myself”, their thoughts were halted as a voice they’d dreaded to hear rang in their ears, lucario growling lowly at the new presence.

“Volo. What are you doing here? You’re not welcome”, keeping their tone neutral and firm they try to not think on what he’d said.

“Now is that any way to greet an old friend? No hellos or how have you been’s? I’m hurt my dear chosen. But no matter, my motives are simple really”, he finally reveals himself from behind the trees, he’d returned his hair to it’s original bun but still wore those blasted robes he wore back on the mountain. Has he even washed them recently??

“Whatever your reason is, leave, you know damn well I don’t want to see you. Not after what you did in Hisui.” Y/N snapped, their patience growing thin.

“Oh but I certainly wanted to see you. After all Arceus did send you after all to stop me, meaning you’re by all means mine and I was quite miffed to hear you’d left me behind like I meant nothing to you!”, he feigns offense, dramatically placing a hand on his chest. His acting was good but Y/N knew better, they heard the venom beneath the sugary words, he hadn’t changed a bit. Only shifted his delusions from Arceus to her unfortunate soul.

“Volo again, leave, you’re not welcome here. Especially not after your betrayal on mount Coronet. I’m not as naive as I was back then.”, Y/N remains firm in her stance. Keeping her voice as steady as possible while her lucario keeps a stiff stance, ready to jump into action at the slightest hint of conflict.

“I’m not going anywhere my dear. Not without what I came here for.” He replies, his voice taking a dangerous tone at which lucario sensing his intentions jumps between her trainer and the delusional man.

In turn the other three reveal themselves with their Pokemon in tow, and Reshiram crying out from above the treetops grabbing Giratina’s attention.

“I’ll give you one last chance Volo. Leave. You won’t find this fight going the way you wish if you continue. Unlike last time, I’m not alone.”, Y/N stands straighter at the presence of her friends, confidence rising as she watches Volo look around stunned at the idea of being surrounded, clicking his tongue and gritting his teeth he growls out, “Giratina, retreat, this isn’t over yet Y/N. Not till you’re back in hisui with me where you belong.”

As he finishes his statement a gloved hand latches onto his shoulder from behind, a stern face adorned with a new cap appearing behind him and a deep voice ringing out, “Apologies but you won’t be going anywhere anytime soon. Emmet think you can help get the big one under control while I get this crazy asshole restrained.”

“I’m Emmet and I’m already on it! Come on let’s get this big worm back where they belong!” A more chipper but equally stern voice rings out, an identical face covered with a shit eating grin off to the side wearing white, who with the help of N, Jess, and Mike starts to round up the distortion god while his twin wrestles the angry blonde to the ground cuffing him behind his back.

Tension leaving their body, Y/N’s luxray releases itself to catch its trainer as they nearly collapse from the stress, “Just in time you two. I was actually worried he was going to get away but I didn’t want to start an altercation without full backup and we all know how long it takes for the cops to respond out here. Hopefully Cyllene and the others will be here to take him back soon.”

“Indeed, it’s quite lucky for you that Emmet and I happen to be headed over anyways as he wished to meet you in person and see the center once he heard of it. Wasn’t expecting to see this one again after all that occurred.”, Ingo replied hoisting a cursing Volo back to his feet as the large legendary flees the scene.

“As much as I hate to admit it, I’m not that shocked. He’s as delusional as they come. I’m just glad nobody got hurt in the end. Let’s take him to the holding room at the facility till the others get here. Then we can talk more. At least once we’re inside we can keep him under lock and key.”

“I’m Emmet and it is nice to meet you! Ingo has told me much about you and your adventures! Now may we be off to the center Miss Y/N?”, Emmet in all his excitement jogs up holding a hand out to Y/N who shakes it with a relieved smile.

“Pleasure to meet you Emmet and welcome to the Pokémon rehabilitation center. As you know, I’m Y/N, I’m the director of the facility. Let’s head inside so I can let the staff know the lockdown can be lifted and everyone can return to their stations and work.”

Nodding Ingo and Emmet follow Y/N, Emmet eagerly chatting with the lady while Jess and Mike pat N on the back for his quick thinking earlier in the day, Ingo escorting a cuffed and upset Volo in front of him.

And once more things were back to normal, the halls quickly filling once more with talking and the sounds of Pokemon being treated.