#writing about greninja and Hawlucha for so long sapped my inspiration..

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Snivy x Sceptile Headcanons, pt. 3

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He grabs her attention— Snivy is always happy to indulge him, even in the wake of him avoiding her— and, stuffing down all his insecurity, he goes for it and spills his heart out to her. 

But Sceptile can barely even finish his nervous, heartfelt rambling, because Snivy’s already pressed a Vine Whip tendril to his mouth and given him a soft, knowing smile that just makes Sceptile melt. “It’s okay, Sceptile. I like you, too.” Is all she has to say. It’s all she has to say to make Sceptile’s eyes go wide, first in disbelief; then, he’s wiping them vigorously in an attempt to conceal his relieved, overjoyed tears. “That’s great,” He chuckles. “That’s-… that’s so great.”

In the days following the confession, Sceptile and Snivy are rarely ever apart.

Sceptile having his feelings reciprocated is an entirely new and very thrilling experience for him. Everything is so fluttery and warm and feel-y, and he even finds himself wondering why he hadn’t just spoken to Snivy sooner. Just seeing her in passing is enough to make him weak in the knees. 

Being in love is very new for Snivy, too. There’s a new sway in her stride, and her head’s held high— like, even more so than normal. She smiles way more often and is far more relaxed, too. 

The unfamiliarity of it all does make her nervous, but Sceptile’s there to be nervous right along with her. 

Being the reptilian grass-types that they are, their favorite pastime— besides battling— is simply curling up on a rock together and sunbathing. Professor Oak studies this behavior vehemently— though Sceptile can be a smidge protective of Snivy should Oak get too close. (Not that Snivy can’t handle herself, of course, but there’s something about Sceptile’s defensive behavior that makes her giddy. Rarely is someone so quick to protect her.)

They also develop a habit of taking a daily walk around the entire lab. Although they’ve both been around the bend nearly a thousand times, everything seems so fresh, and so novel, now that they’ve got each other. They’ll even venture beyond the lab, simply as an excuse to spend more time with each other farther from the chaos. (Snivy’s also not complaining about the boost in height that comes with sitting on Sceptile’s shoulder).

If Snivy isn’t perched comfortably atop his shoulder or head, though, chances are she’ll have a tendril extended from her collar to wrap around his wrist as they walk. The gesture, while subtle, makes Sceptile giddy every time. 

Although both Sceptile and Snivy can be proud, Sceptile is usually the one flaunting  Snivy to the rest of their friends. She likes to pretend it bugs her, but her chest always swells with pride whenever Sceptile brags about her. 

Eventually, it hits Sceptile that what he’d felt for Meganium was just infatuation. That what he feels for Snivy is beyond just a passing fondness— it’s love, through and through. That he really, truly does love her, and, Arceus-damnit, she loves him, too. He really would do anything for her.

Every night, when Sceptile retires to a comfy nook in a nearby tree, Snivy curled atop his belly, she always makes it a point to let him know how deep her love for him runs. He doesn’t really need to hear it, of course— he already knows how much she cares for him— but she insists she needs to get better at saying “I love you.” And each time she does, Sceptile gives her a silly, lovestruck grin and draws her in so she can instead cozy up to the crook of his neck. 

Sceptile still has a whole heap of insecurities when it comes to romance— Snivy, too, but the two of them want only to make each other better.