#acci squeaks

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GIVE US GRACE CUDDLES PLEASE

I WILL DO MY BEST!

SPOILERS ABOUND, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!

This is set after the centrifuge crisis on board the Hail Mary.

You are the arm pilot, filling that extra slot, so slight canon divergence.

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You’d been successful in your, frankly insane, fishing mission on Adrian. You’d captured an alien amoeba, which Grace had named “Taumoeba”, and watched in sheer terror alongside your Eridian companion Rocky as your scientifically inclined cohort retrieved the collector and scrambled his way back inside. You’d managed to keep the ship from falling into orbit despite the immeasurable pull of gravity on a ship not made to take it, but it was not easy. Luckily for you, this one amazing species, native to this one planet over 15 light years from home, could save both Earth and Erid. All you guys needed to do was breed enough of it, right?

But the damage the ship sustained was too great for the ascent. A single breach in the hull had sent the ship into a death spin as the Astrophage began to migrate toward Adrian. With nothing to slow the sudden tailspin, the centrifugal force had flung you from the cockpit and forced Ryland to fight against the increasing gravity to get to the controls. He holds onto the pilot’s seat to try and prevent him from getting launched, being tossed a bit by its constant movement. He manages to eject one of the fuel bays, then the second, but-

It had happened so fast. The slam, the sickening crack of skull against hull, the delicate wheezing from the only other human aboard the ship as the pilot’s seat suffocated him against the panels. Rocky’s heartbreaking cries as he called to you, to Grace, and the wails of pain he fights through as he willingly smashes the glass to save you both, burning himself in your atmosphere just to get to Grace. You return him the same kindness, dragging yourself to meet him halfway as he valiantly goes back to save you, too. You feel his carapace burn your hands as you help him back into his tunnels, both of you whimpering in agony. But you make it. By some god given miracle you make it. He asks you, quietly, to watch him sleep. You promise to, eyes misting as you glance between him and Grace.

You slump down against the paneling next to where he lay, curling into a ball, and you sob. You have no idea what to do now.

You pray to a god you stopped believing in many years ago that they live. As you spin lord only knows how far into space, all you can think.

Please, let them live.

..

You startle awake to a sudden weight against your body, and at first your sleep addled mind doesn’t know what to make of it. You push, gently, and start grabbing the material around you. Space suit, orangish yellow. You glance up at the chest first.

Oh. Hello Grace. Welcome back. Your mind offers, almost numbly cheerful as you read the nametag sown onto the suit

Then, you hear the crying. Desperate, but grateful. Grace is tucked against your neck, head buried against what little open skin was offered, almost as if needing to feel your heart pulse just to make sure you were okay.

Then you both look at each other for the first time in days. His eyes are full of tears, but they’re relieved.

“Y/N…you’re okay, we’re okay!” Ryland huffs out in a daze and a tangle of limbs, which finally clicks in your head. He’s hugging you, tightly, and your body reacts all at once. You both latch onto one another, sobbing and nuzzling into the other like they were all that mattered right now. You needed to feel each other, to know the other was alive and breathing.

After a moment to recover, your eyes glance over your eridian friend, now quiet and still inside his self made hamster paths. You feel the panic rise again, hand pressing against the panels.

“We made it..but..we..we gotta watch him sleep, right? That’s what they do, we..” you start to say as tears rise in your eyes, but Grace nods and brings a hand to the xenonite barrier, placing it delicately over your own.

“And we will. Together.” Ryland promises, tears in his own eyes as he tries to fight the worry in his own heart. But it’s all you can do to wait and watch over Rocky until he heals. He has to, he just has to.

You stay curled up like that for a long time, arms and legs tangled around each other like you’d never let go, lent against the side of the enclosed space of the first alien friend you’ve both made. You stay close together, and close to Rocky, a primal part of your mind whispering kindly that he would need a friend. Someone to watch him sleep.

So..you watch.

And you wait.

Together.

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First time writing him, hopefully I get the opportunity to do more of it!

If you have a request or an idea, feel free to leave me an ask.

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Can we get a "I want to get you pregnant with Ivor and Volo (+postgame Volo)?

WHY IS THIS PROMPT YOU ALL LIKE??

TW/CW for suggestive themes. Also Volo.

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Ivor:

“I need to get you pregnant”

Ivor doesn’t respond at first, chowing down on a nice steak and salad bowl he’d made himself earlier. He does hear your tone however, and perks up after a moment. It takes him a few seconds to register what you just said, but when he does, he grows red and drops his fork.

“Y..you want to make a baby? Right now?” He asks, tilting his head. You blink and start blushing yourself, rubbing the back of your head as you backtrack hard to try and calm him down. He starts to get up from the table, a huge grin on his face.

“N-No! No not what I meant, Ivor, no-“ You squeak, wiggling as Ivor picks you up and hoists you up over his shoulder. He pats your butt playfully as he carries you off, clearly excited and not listening to your (admittedly weak) protests.

“Nonsense. I think we’ll make great parents! Maybe Gwynn can babysit!”

“IVOR!”

Volo:

“God I need to get you pregnant.”

Volo doesn’t seem to hear you at first, still working on cleaning up from the bowls he’d made for dinner. Your shared hut smelled of freshly cooked meat and veggies, the scent making the atmosphere cozy and warm between you two.

“We both know that’s impossible, darling.” He states matter of factly, padding over to you and lowering himself down behind you as you pout. He never took the bait with jokes, and sometimes it made flirting difficult.

“You, however..” he then says, slumping forward against your back and surprising you, his arms snaking around your waist and pulling you toward him. He chuckles in your ear, and it’s almost menacingly charming.

“Well..I suppose I can certainly make an attempt for you. Or three.” He purrs, and you squeal as cold hands suddenly dive into your robes and make you jolt from the rapid temperature drop.

Eh, not like it mattered.

You were about to get really warm in a minute.

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YALL COME GET YOUR FOOD! *loud pots banging in in kitchen*

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AZ X READER: TALLEST MAN IN LUMIOSE

Tw: Harassment, mild stalking, men being gross and weird

Your evening behind the stand near Lumiose park had been a quiet one, up until now. It was nearly 8:30pm, and you were getting harassed by a man who clearly did not understand the meaning of the word no.

The man was decent looking enough, and had been flirting with many of the women that even got within ten paces of the park recently. He’d used the tables you set out for customers as a stalking perch, and no matter how much you tried to subtly chase him off, it hadn’t worked.

Then he’d gotten the bright idea to start flirting with you. You couldn’t exactly leave your stand, and getting him to go away on his own proved practically impossible. You’d endured almost two weeks of this nonsense, and you were getting tired of it.

Today, however, something felt off. He hadn’t spoken much today, but his eyes had been on you all day long. Even as you closed up, you could feel his stare from the chair he’d seemingly claimed as his own.

You hated having to do this, but you genuinely didn’t feel comfortable going home. You considered calling Urbain or Naveen, but the boys were young, and you feared what he would do if they tried to help. You also considered calling Vinnie, but he had a heavy workload and would’ve unlikely to have the time.

So, you decided to call AZ. The phone rang for a moment before a click sounded, and AZ’s gentle voice rumbled out a greeting.

“Hotel Z, AZ speaking. You have reached the front desk, how can I-“ he begins quietly, before you cut him off in a hushed voice.

“Hey..AZ, could you come get me from my stand..please? There’s this guy he..he won’t leave me alone and I’m..I’m just scared. I know it’s a bit of a walk, but-“ You explain, clutching the phone like an old friend. You’re praying he has enough energy to do this. Deep down though, you know he’d come even if he didn’t.

“I’ll be there. I will send Floette and Sigilyph ahead so that you aren’t alone. Do not worry. Floette, do you remember where (Y/N)’s stall is? I need you to go there ahead of myself and I will be enlisting Sigilyph to accompany you. Go, quickly.” He says, his voice firm but calm. You sigh in relief, and stay on the phone with him until Floette and Sigilyph arrive.

The man, undeterred and clearly losing his patience, decides to approach you and try to make conversation just as Floette and Sigilyph arrive. He brushes the Pokemon off at first, although he seems nervous of Sigilyph. Still, it doesn’t stop him from starting to outright harass you, telling you to close up shop and come downtown with him. He’ll show you a good time, he says, and you feel your stomach turn.

Floette makes a move toward him, flower clutched angrily in her mitts like she intended to beat him to death with it. Luckily for everyone but the aggressive man, she doesn’t have to.

…

You see him before the man does. You don’t say a word, and the man feels a large hand grab his shoulder. He goes to turn..and finds the largest man in Lumiose glaring down at him with the malice of an angry Weavile.

AZ leans over him, menacingly large in a way only he could be, and bores his gaze through him. “You were about to depart.” He says, the tone making the sentence more of a command than a question. He wasn’t suggesting he do that, that’s what was going to happen one way or another.

The man looks as though he’s peed himself, scampering away with a mumble of some weak insult under his breath. You just look up at AZ with a smile, eyes following as he takes a knee to properly greet you.

“Thanks big guy.” You say with a soft smile, giving your best attempt at a hug. He chuckles fondly, a large hand petting your head and back. “Of course. Whenever you call for me, I shall be there.”

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I don’t know what this is. This is nothing, I just had ideas. Heavily inspired by a post made by @littlesugarbug

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AZ HEADCANONS PART 2

-If you’re not his romantic partner, there’s only a few situations that may get AZ to touch you. A handshake for anyone he isn’t familiar with is one, patting your head or ruffling your hair if he does know you is another. The third one, however, is actually cause for concern. AZ is not one to touch very often, so if you find his hand on the small of your back, pushing you slightly and angling himself between you and something behind you, it means something is wrong. He’s seen or heard something that alarmed him and he’s trying to silently get you out of danger.

-To piggyback that previous point, AZ is surprisingly good at reading people’s intentions, and he instantly clocks bad intent when he sees it. He’s protective of people and Pokemon alike, and will not take kindly to being threatened. You wanna get your ass beat by the giant angry stick man be my guest, but I certainly don’t envy you.

-Arceus forbid if someone, say, attempts to mug you and he’s there. That cane is thicker than oak and has a painted brass horn as a topper. Granted, he’s gonna try to reason and possibly intimidation first before choosing violence.

-AZ does have one emotion that shows in his face (what of it we can see) and his voice when it occurs: ANGER. Previously I discussed his commanding presence, and it’s in full force here to the point of intimidation. Not only is he huge, but AZ’s voice is very bass heavy and sort of growly when he shouts. His eye isn’t much better, pushed to a pinprick that almost makes it look like he’s lost it. Vinnie wasn’t kidding when he said that AZ being serious spooked him, that man can be scary.

-Sleepy old man, but ironically he’s a LIGHT sleeper. He can fall asleep as easily as he can be woken, so you’ll often notice him waking up just as you find him slumped in a weird spot (the roof, around trees, in the lobby but typically in the back office, so thankfully he isn’t vulnerable.)

-Has a fairly expansive library to store interesting tomes and literature he’s found over the three millennia he’s been around. He loves sharing it with people, even strangers, as long as they are CAREFUL. He’s even learned to use a typewriter to create transcripts of the most delicate documents so that patrons of the hotel can still enjoy the knowledge without damaging the original work.

-His culture pinned a lot of religious and sentiment to hair and its health. Healthy, strong hair was seen as being in the gods’ favor, whilst damaged hair was seen as a physical way to detect sin. Alopecia was seen as a curse.

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Thank y’all for bearing with me as I try to work my way through your asks. I may take a few lull periods or work through them slowly for the time being.

Thanks for the support qwq

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oops my hand slipped and i ended up writing something for az

the basic vibe is that a tired older trainer (age unspecified but implied to be older than team mz, old enough to give sage advice) shows up at hotel z and goes. yeah i'm too old for this protagonism stuff. i wanna romance that old man. is he free friday night, i wanna take him to dinner.

HAH okay no that’s kinda funny.

Just an older person, probably in like their 50s some odd, and they didn’t even mean to be here they just booked the cheapest hotel in the city.

The second they get in and AZ goes to check them in they are unabashedly staring at his butt. Floette catches on quick and starts cackling in the corner because this should be funny.

AZ glances over and realizes they’re checking him out and it’s extremely confusing. Why him??

Now thing I’ve learned by the (unwanted) romantic advice I get from older people I work with is that they have zero time to beat around the bush when it comes to love and sex. If they want it they’re gonna go for it.

You: “You are very gorgeous, monsieur. What’s your name?”

AZ: *blink* “I am called AZ. What is your moniker?”

You: “(Y/N).”

AZ: “Oh, how very charming. It is wonderful to meet you.”

You: “You too. Wanna go to dinner sometime, handsome?”

AZ: *face slowly turning red and getting that wobbly smile* “Oh, I..I suppose I do not see any harm, but are you certain?”

You: “I’m too old to play games. You’re very nice to look at and I’d like to shoot my shot. That okay?”

AZ: *terribly red and smiling like an idiot.* “Yes, yes that is perfectly okay.”

You guys discuss relevant details of the date, meanwhile Team MZ is just gasping in the corner because holy SHIT peepaw got a date!! Without trying no less. Naveen is already drawing up clothing ideas because let’s be real he doesn’t have any actually decent clothes to wear to a date.

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I know you’re asking for prompts from that list rn but I have this ideea I wanna share. Cuz like what if AZ/L had a s/o who makes them cute little lunches? I’m taking with drawings, or hearts scribbled on the side of a note, maybe some of the food is shaped like a pokemon sometimes. Stuff like that, yk? >w<

Bonus points if they also add a little something for Floette/Zygarde.

Oh my GOD THIS IS SO CUTE.

Listen good food and proper care are my love languages bro I’m always asking if people ate and trying to feed them lol

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How does AZ react to an S/O that makes cute lunches for him?

He thinks it’s the sweetest thing in the world! He’ll often hear you meandering about the kitchen as you make adorable little sandwiches or set about piling up a cute charcuterie board whenever you have time. You always make the most delicious looking food, he has to admit, and it really helps him because you never let him forget to eat, especially on days when he’s weak or tired. Sometimes, when it’s really bad, you even hand feed him. He’s embarrassed, but incredibly grateful.

His favorite is when you make them into shapes, like the one time you made a sandwich that looked like the tip of Floette’s tail (it was meant to be a heart no one tell him).

Little Floette extra: She’s a menace around food, so if you’re baking, little bits of frosting or fruits will go missing, and if you have cheese, she’s stealing a little corner and running away. No you’re not stopping her. AZ tries and often gets swatted away chuckling by a very cranky, flower toting fairy.

How does L react to an S/O that makes cute lunches for him?

Oh he LOOOOOVES you.

The first time you approach him with something, he actually declines at first, but eventually relents and takes it when you insist. He takes a bite and his eyes, both of them, go wide and excited. He hadn’t had homemade food in a while.

After that, he starts tailing you like a stray cat, nuzzling up to you sometimes and purring sweet words into your ear if he sees you with food. He’s not an ass, he’s just hungry a lot and he’s really hoping for more food. Of course, anytime you come out with this cute tin lunchbox with carved stars on it, it’s always for him.

Little Zygarde extra: Such a dog. Will sit wherever you are with its head in your lap, doing its best impression of puppy eyes and whining. If you give it anything, it will grab it and go like two paces away and aggressively swallow it, only to come back.

(Suggestive Bonus below the cut):

When you both eventually end up in the same house, L actually gets a little hot and bothered over it. He has absolutely no explanation for you, he’s not even sure himself why he does that.

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So..I had a thought.

What if AZ was racing against a clock he couldn’t see? What if instead of being immortal, he and Floette shared the collective energy that would’ve driven the lifespans of every Pokemon used when Floette was revived?

Some of them are long lived, but others aren’t. Because of the longer lived ones, he simply concluded that he was immortal and assumed he had forever. To search and to suffer.

What if, had anything gone different, had he evaded Lysandre longer, had he missed the parade..

He wouldn’t have ever reunited with Floette again? What if he hadn’t found her until 3,005 years instead, only to die with her in his withered arms?

His final breath a sob as he finally finds his beloved friend, only to close his eyes for the very last time?

…yall can shoot me I deserve it-

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How does Az and L+Lysandre feel about having kids? if their s/o told them they got pregnant after they settled into a comfortable phase of their relationship, how would they react?

Oh sweet baby jeebus. The feels are abound everyone clutch thy pearls and prepare for sweetness.

Also TW for direct references to sex, impregnation, pregnancy, childbirth, and mentioned child abuse.

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AZ:

AZ has long accepted that he was never going to have children, at least that’s what he always told himself. He also was aware that he probably wouldn’t have made a good father in the first place. His father wasn’t exactly the most stellar example.

Even in his near immortal life he has aged considerably, his body has warped his uh..”natural weaponry” as I had him call it, and he genuinely considers himself to probably be infertile. You had every reason to believe that when you both went at it like lopunny one night when AZ was in one of his rare moods, and decided to forgo protection.

What you both weren’t expecting is for you to almost IMMEDIATELY fall pregnant. It’s actually a little ridiculous how fast it took. When you finally take a test and figure it out, you don’t believe it at first. You actually go get a blood test to confirm it. When you get the results, you feel like you’re in shock. As far as you know, this could be AZ’s one and only chance at having a kid.

When you bring this test result to him..he’s completely blindsided. He didn’t think he was able to do so, and over the next few months, watching you swell with his child is such a magical experience for him. He’s constantly nuzzling and kissing your belly, talking to his child, and he gets far more touchy and cuddly with you. He may even be inclined to get into his moods frequently during the pregnancy thanks to pheromones (yes humans have them) and hormones related to the pregnancy.

When your son is born (issa boooooy) AZ suggests the name Asier, meaning new beginning. He ends up having his father’s signature dark, wild hair that is specific to his gene pool.

L:

L is unaware of whether he would want to have children or not, but given the state of him and his status as a wanted criminal for reasons he doesn’t even recollect, it’s probably not the best idea. However, he is only a man, and you are quite the tempting little weasel when you wanna be.

Once you get him settled in with you and cleaned, eventually his libido does return to him over time. Slowly he starts approaching you on his own and purring sweet words as he cuddles up to try and coax you into giving him a little love, so to speak.

It doesn’t take immediately, in fact you get to enjoy him a few times before it happens. When you do find out, you aren’t sure how to tell him. You actually wait a few weeks in turmoil until he confronts you gently to ask you why you’ve been so distant with him lately.

You show him the results of your test and he freezes. He isn’t sure how to respond at first, but then he gets a soft smile on his face. He pulls you into his arms and picks you up by the waist, kissing your navel very sweetly. It’s cute and all, but he does do this when you two are in public and he is almost seven foot so a bunch of people see it and you get some weird looks, but L does NOT care.

He’s doting to the extreme during your pregnancy, to the point that he starts getting just a liiiiiiittle bit annoying because he just won’t calm down about it. Anything and everything you need is attended to for you, and he makes you rest a lot.

When your daughter is born, L and you agree on the name Leona, meaning grand lioness. It’s obvious who she takes after with her WILD bright ginger hair.

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Cuuuuuuuuute ugh, you can’t do this imma get baby fever I don’t NEED THIS *yeets uterus*