It is two am. Everything else is quiet, but for him and his precious daughter. The world falls asleep so they can share this rare moment. From sharing silly sounds, smiles, and her late night bottle. Come morning time he'll be called out on another mission. Will he return home by evening? No one truly knows.
It is five fifteen am. Her little hands reach to grip his shirt. His roughed and scared hands ever so carefully brush her tiny locks of hair from her eyes. He knows he should be rocking her back to sleep, but just a moment longer if bounding won't hurt.
It is two thirty am. He spots your sleep figure in the doorway to the nursery. By now, the daughter you blessed him with starting to fall asleep. He tiny eyes fighting the sleep away. Maybe she also knows how important these moments are.
It is two forty am. He finally settles her back in her cribe. Slowly, he backs into the hallway with you. The door closes halfway but not fully, never fully. The two of you share a warm smile before returning back to bed.
Howdy Hey! How are you today? I recently binged all of your Arlo content and I’m still STARVING.
I was wondering if you could write a “enemies AND lovers” trope, reader being on Willow’s side (I’m team instinct but preferably kept vague) and Arlo on Team Rocket ofc. It could be the two of them being super competitive and fighting tooth-and-nail in a raid but together they just playfully tease each other (depending on who loses) and NOBODY knows about it.
(optional) can the buddy Pokémon be Mudkip? I love that lil goober
MY FIRST ARLO X READER REQUEST IN FOREVER YAY
(I'm super rusty so it might not be very good, sorry)
It was just you and him in this raid. You preferred it that way.
He did too.
"Vulpix, use fire spin!" You called out, pointing your finger at the giant Mega Glalie. Your Vulpix obeyed and blasted a tornado of fire at the ice type pokemon.
"Do you really expect your tiny toy to beat this?" Arlo sneered, watching his own Gigalith use Earthquake.
You mimicked his sneer in a goofy way. "Vulpix isn't a toy!" you remarked. "She's gonna be even better when she evolves into a Ninetails."
"That's what you said when you got that thing." Arlo replied, pointing to you, or rather your shoulder.
You Mudkip was tiny, not ready for battles yet. You knew that and preferred when he stayed by your side or on your shoulder, where he was currently perched.
"Mudkip need more training!" You snapped. "He'll get there!"
"Just like you will one day." He smiled that shit eating smile in that condescending tone.
You reminded yourself to smack his ass hard later for that.
"Be quiet and keep battling!" You retorted, trying to bite back a smile.
While it was true you were Team (Valor/Mystic/Instinct), you couldn't help but love the former Team Valor member, even if he betrayed his team and Candela, one of his only true friends.
When you were alone, truly alone at night, only you saw the soft, loving side of him. The way he held you in his arms, the way he loved you like no other.
In the daylight, you were at each other's throats, especially during battles like this.
In moments like that, he hated you, you hated him. Even if just for show.
You smirked as the Glalie finally fainted after your Charizard took him down with Blast Burn. You smirked at Arlo.
"I think I got there." You said, throwing his words from earlier back in hsi face.
What you weren't expecting was for him to kiss you like his life depended on it. You let out a muffled surprised noise, processing what just happened before closing your eyes and kissing him back.
"I knew you would." He said breathily after breaking the kiss off.
You opened your mouth to reply, but let out a yelp instead when you felt a smack to your ass.
"I went soft on you this time." Arlo said, flipping his ponytail. "But next time, it'll be different. I'll beat you for sure."
You blinked, then smirked. "I look forward to it."
pairing: arlo (pokemon go) x gn!reader
summary: arlo is always there to ruin your day, and challenges you to a battle that ends in his alkazam accidently hurting you.
warnings: injury, kissing, enemies to lovers
w.c: 2,288
Today couldn’t be any better for you. The sunshine warmed your skin as you decided to discard your jacket earlier, too hot from walking and training in this weather. Instead, you used it as a cushion, sitting on it as you pressed your back against the tree. The shade was wonderful with the breeze, and your Flareon had the exact same idea as you, curled up beside you with wind running through its orange fur.
“Do you want another piece of candy?” Flareon's face lits up, mouth widening with a smile and rising to sit in front of you. Seeing him happy makes you smile back at him too, searching your bag for another candy to give to him.
“Here you go!” Tossing it up to him, he rises to his feet and catches it mid-air, sitting back down and chewing while his tail wags. “Good job!” you pet his head, running your fingers through the soft but warm fur from the sunlight. It was only the middle of the day, and although sunset would be in a few hours, the heat didn’t have any sign of stopping. You picked a good day to go out and train.
With your back leaned against the wood, the hard oak can be felt through the fabric of your shirt, but you didn’t mind. It was the little things like this in life that made you happy. Running your hands through the fabric of Flareon's fur, you scratch his back.
“How pathetic do you have to be to hide from me?.”
That voice - you grab Flareon to stop him from running off behind you, and you stand up and look behind the tall tree.
Your sight confirms it.
Arlo.
“Guess that loss really took a toll on you, so you have to hide from me instead of staying at your usual spot. I almost feel sorry for you. But again, that’s what happens when you underestimate me.”
Your eyebrows tilt downwards in anger, your Flareon's teeth showing out like it’s really to dash up and attack him, but you hold onto the scruff of his fur, not letting it happen.
“What the hell do you want? Why are you bothering me?” you scoff, your grip on your Flareon getting tighter as he slowly steps towards you, with his fist in his right pocket. The wind picks up, shaking the trees and making the branches squeak together. Now the wind felt cold against your skin, making small goosebumps pop all over your body.
“I wanted to see how great of a trainer you are, especially when it comes to your pokemon,” he pushes a strand of his jet black hair behind his ear, “Are all of your pokemon weak? Or is this one truly different because you’ve been putting in so much time and effort?”
You wanted to move forward and push him away from you so badly. He was only an arms length away, and he could see the fury painted on your face, completely different to how happy and relaxed you were empty from his presence.
“Nothing you want to say?” he scoffs, grinning, “Or are you just-”
“Shut up!” you shout, taking a pokeball from the pocket of your pants, giving your Flareon a concerned look before sending it back to its pokeball. “I’m not in the mood for this. If you want to battle someone, go bother someone else.” You weren’t going to let him ruin your day like this.
His lips slowly curl up, and he removes his hand out of his sweatshirt pocket, revealing a pokeball in his palm. Whatever pokemon he had in there, he really wanted you to dread it. “Hmm, no. I want you to defeat me like you promised. Or will I always be better than you? Is that why you’re so hesitant?”
His words were starting to crawl underneath your skin. He knew you way too well to aggravate you and upset you this easily. But you wouldn’t let it happen, not this time. You take your pokeball and put it back in your pocket, turning on your heel behind you to go pick up your backpack where you left it under the tree.
Arlo’s mouth widens with shock, “W-where do you think you’re going?”
“Home. If you’re better than me, you don’t need to keep proving it,” you throw it over your back, grabbing your jacket and bundling it up to carry in your arms.
His face was angry as ever, but his voice showed pure disbelief. No way you were going to walk out and admit defeat this easily. No, he couldn’t let it be like this. What happened to the snarky you that would argue back? That didn’t let his comments slide?
“I didn’t say..” he shouts your name as you walk away, but you stare at the bright green grass on the field, the sun reflecting off all the terrain. How lovely it must feel for him to finally be the one getting put down.
Shocking you, he runs up from behind you and stops right in front of you, blocking you from moving forward.
“I’m not leaving without a battle. Show me that you haven’t improved. Come on!” he slowly backs away to create enough distance to toss a pokeball mid-air. "Go, Alakazam!” he shouts,revealing his golden Alakazam that was radiating off dark purple fog and steam, making you stumble back and clutch onto the straps of your backpack in surprise.
You’ve heard the rumors of Team GO Rocket experimenting on pokemon, but words don't compare to seeing it in person.
“Arlo..” your voice betrays you as it cracks, the fear pretty obvious. A mix of frustration and worry, because you were still stuck in a situation you couldn’t get out of.
He might’ve felt an inch of concern, but he quickly locks it away and pushes his white glasses up. “You don’t stand a chance against me, and you never will.”
With a sigh, hesitantly you throw the pokeball in your pocket out, your hands shaking. You really didn’t want to do this, but judging how eager he was to have this battle with you, and bringing that poor pokemon he used a labrat, it had to go this way.
“Go, Flareon!” he appears in front of you, ready for your commands. Your heart was skipping every other beat, goosebumps covering your skin although it’s a beautiful day. Why were you so anxious to do this? If only he brought his Schizor, this would be easy breezy.
“Alakazam, use confusion!”
Your heart drops as it strikes your Flareon, taking nearly triple the damage it would usually take from that sort of attack.
“What?” your eyes widen, “How?”
Arlo crosses his arms, “That’s the power of Team GO Rocket. You will always be nothing compared to us,” he laughs, “Now, go. Let me see how great of a trainer you really are.”
Finally having had enough of his sarcasm, you shout, “Flareon, use fire spin!” watching your Flareon attack. It was nearly ineffective, causing only little damage to the Alakazam. Anxiety boils in your stomach. You had no chance in winning this, and Arlo knew.
“So weak. It’s embarrassing for Team Valor to have you as one of their own,” he raises his hand to command his Alakazam again, “But again, you fit right in. Alkazam, use psycho cut!”
This would probably knock your Flareon out, and you had to accept it. Bracing yourself for the worst as it attacks, its last strike misses Flareon completely and strikes you in the chest, knocking you backwards and sending your body against the hard earth. You let out a scream of pain, your entire torso throbbing with sharp shocks. Wetness drips from your eyes and you curl up and grab your heart with your hands, an attempt to soothe the pain.
You don’t hear your name being called over your cries.
“I didn’t mean to-” he drops to his knees beside you, pure panic on his face, “You should’ve moved out of the way!” he shouts, although there’s no threat in it, just loud. “Are you really this weak?” His hand reaches for your shoulder, but you push it away, not wanting his help.
“Get. Away from me,” you stutter through warm tears that are running down your face. The pain came in waves through your body, and all you could do was cry and bundle up and hope that it would slowly lessen. But it didn’t.
“No,” he paused, “I caused this. This is my fault.”
You finally glimpse at him through your blurry vision, his shoulders tense and eyes widened. No hint of that usual smirk he always wears whenever he feels like he’s above you. It was completely absent. He genuinely looked concerned.
You open your mouth to tell him off again, moreso forcing the words out. You didn’t know if you meant them, but the words get stuck in your throat anyway, and you slowly feel everything in your mind become dizzy, your head just begging you to close your eyes for a few seconds.
“No- no don’t pass out!” he panics, arms grabbing your shoulders to keep your attention on him. “Stay with me, please, I’ll fix this, I’ll-” he repeats your name as if he’s begging you for mercy, his hands are now shaking against your shoulders with a death grip. Some of his raven locks dangle in front of his face.
“Look at me, Y/N– look at me, I got you. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you. Don’t you dare pass out. Are you this w-weak?”
Ah yes, the typical insult from him. Maybe he didn’t lose his mind after all. It’s enough to pull a slight chuckle from you, making the throbbing in your head lessen after a few minutes. The fresh air definitely helped, and slowly, the fog in your mind starts to fade away, although the pain is still there. Your breathing slowly calms and returns back to normal, but Arlo doesn’t let you go. He holds you tighter in his arms, his sweatshirt like a blanket around you.
“How does it feel? How bad is it?,” he asks you, and before you can respond, he props your head up against his chest, letting you use him as a pillow. You wanted to protest, shout names at him, but you didn’t want him to let go. Oddly you felt safe in his arms, and he was surprised you let him. He thought you would hate him forever after this - that this would be the last time you could battle. But now he’s almost cradling you, and you’re holding onto him for dear life.
“It stings.. A lot. And just aches,” you whisper, your voice still a bit squeaky from the crying. “It’s better than before– I think I’ll be fine.”
“You’re not fine. I’ve never seen you cry.”
Whether it was out of instinct or just because of his comment, you shut your eyes, letting the remaining tears resting there escape and fall down your cheeks.
“I thought I lost you there. I’m serious.”
You open your eyes and stare right at his crimson ones. You didn’t have to respond. The silence was comfortable, enough for him to slowly wrap his arms around you and for you to lean into his touch.
“What? You thought you like.. Killed me?” you couldn’t help but giggle at his words, but when his face stays stoic you drop your smile immediately. “Arlo, are you worried about me?”
“No,” his eyes widen, “No I mean, I-” the words keep getting stuck in his throat, like you’ve caught him redhanded. “I’m not at all. I just don’t want to see you hurt like this, especially because it was my fault.”
The both of you don’t break eye contact, and he leans his head down closer to your face, just mere inches apart. “Who else will I battle?”
The meaning of his words finally hit you. He couldn’t just.. Outright say how he felt. You know Arlo, he never would. Even if it would kill him, he would bundle it all up and be defensive and cold and pretend he doesn’t feel that way.
You don’t look away from him. He breaks eye contact, staring somewhere in the grass. “I’m supposed to hate you. But why do I not feel that way anymore?”
You couldn’t deny how fast your heart was beating right now, how butterflies were swarming through your stomach. The warmth of the sun slowly came back in an instant - your cheeks rose with heat, the cold air outside doing nothing to help. You were just shivering moments before.
You whisper his name, gaining his attention back to you. His face showed how conflicted he was; was it wrong for him, a glorious leader of Team GO Rocket to be falling for someone like you?
Arlo was better than everyone. Which is why he didn’t really care what anybody would think. His lips press so gently to yours, like kissing you hard would shatter you like glass. You immediately match it, one of your palms coming up to cup the side of his face, feeling how hot his cheeks burned from being flustered. It was you who broke it, pulling your face away just so you could get a breath of air. Seeing him fully, his face was flushed, more red than the streak in his hair.
“Arlo?” you nervously ask him, making his eyes widen in horror. Saying his name because you didn’t like it - or you wanted to ask why he did that. Millions of questions raced through his head.
Warnings: blood, profanity, I changed the sequence of events just slightly for a plot insert, female reader
Synopsis: With Joker on the move and climbing brutally up the ranks, its only natural he would pursue Remi and her title next, right?
A/N: I don’t remember the exact events leading to Remi’s fight so imma wing it, if it’s wrong, just know I have no idea what I’m doing
ALSO
I didn’t give a detailed fight scene because i suck ass at writing action so apologies for that as well
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3rd POV
“Arlo, you wanted to see me?” You offer a slight bow upon entering the classroom where Remi and a clearly upset Arlo were speaking. They both turn to you, Arlo waving Remi out of the room and watching as the girl exits promptly. The air in the room was heavy with tension the moment Remi shut the door behind her and the little hairs on the back of your arms stood on end. Arlo was mad. And in total honesty, the frown etched on his face could entirely be either frustration or fear— you wouldn’t know considering he never showed any emotion other than arrogance and anger. “What’s wrong? You look a bit-“
“Drop out of the hierarchy.” He commanded as if his word was law. And the corners of your brows nearly met in a knit. He didn’t speak further, likely thinking you would merely understand and listen to him. That you would comply without question. Unfortunately, his order didn’t register immediately and you opened your mouth to finally speak.
“Arlo…” your spun around the room to ensure the two of you were alone. Once your isolation was confirmed, you stepped closer to your lover placing your hands gently against the teachers desk he was standing behind. His fists balled against the stained wood. “Babe are you… what are you talking about?” He doesn’t respond, only looking on at you silently. When it came to you and Arlo’s undeniable thirst for control, things often ended this way. With his response hanging in his throat long enough for you to snap. How you waited. Waited and waited for his response. Just one. Just a single reason for his request (demand), but it would never come. At most, you would receive a, “You heard me.” Arlo was a strong man with goals and a clear view of what he wanted, he was a proud man. All too proud to offer a reiteration and all too frustrated in this moment to have opened his mouth without shouting.
After a moment just a bit too long in silence, your patience had run thin. “Why would I do that???” Your temper was quick to shorten further when he refused to acknowledge you. It tended to go this way. You loved Arlo. So maybe it was for that reason, or maybe another, that he managed to bring out the ugly side of you. The impatient, the angry, the tired, the bitter. He didn’t look at you anymore and didn’t even move his stance to address your presence, sure of what he said and as usual, unwilling to repeat himself. Even his expression was a constant. “Babe what brought this on? I mean are you serious?”
“Didn’t you hear me?” His voice was low. It takes you a moment to remember that this is Arlo. And that Arlo doesn’t make jokes. He wasn’t born with the DNA to do anything other than demean others and overuse his power. Oh, and to love you. But he certainly was not born with the DNA to wait for the love of his life to understand him when he asked a favor. A demand.
“Have you heard me, Arlo?” He nearly winced when you used his first name, not backing down despite his expectations that you would. Or rather, his hopes that just this once, you would have listened to him.
“Listen just-!” He paused suddenly, his small outburst quick to make him realize he was disapproving his own argument. “Please just listen, okay? Just this once. I can’t have you caught up in this mess. Anyone but you.” He swallows his nerves, meeting your concerned gaze set on his pupils that dilated with every thought of you.
“Babe is this about Joker? Do you think I can’t fight him?” Your hands fall into his and he savors the moment with every fiber of his being. His fears of the loss of your life have done nothing to stop him from panicking and less to change his mind. His thoughts in total chaos, he grinds his teeth. “Do you refuse to let me do my part? Do you think me that weak-“ your voice is soft, but he cuts you off anyways.
“That’s not it. You know that’s not it.” He couldn’t have you misunderstanding. As long as he didn’t put any ideas in your head other than his true intentions, it would be okay. He was sure you would understand. “I don’t want to risk it. You don’t know how strong he is. Have you the slightest idea of how this guy could crush you if he wanted to?” You only listen to him, eyes alert, questioning; and your eyebrows raised in concern. “You think you’re an exception? You think you can negotiate? He wants to crush anyone who gets in his way, and that includes you.” He almost angers, but you know it’s only fear. You, above anyone else, know that it’s only his concern on display. “And he will the moment he finishes doing the same to Remi as he has to every other person who thought they stood a chance. I’m not calling you weak I’m telling you you’re ignorant if you think you stand a chance.” He couldn’t help but let go of your hands. “Not with this one, okay? Not this time.” He finished his outburst finally and it was your turn to speak. You paused a long moment, facing the ground in an attempt to gather your scrambled thoughts. You squinted. Maybe it was your shot at angering yourself to convince yourself that he was wrong. That things will be fine. But despite what you attempt to tell yourself, your mind is made up. Arlo was probably right. And even if he wasn’t, his precaution was, in your mind, admirable and just enough to finally make up your mind
“Ok.” You nod and for some reason, Arlo almost seems surprised. “I won’t fight him.” You said defeated, reluctant to just give up without trying. “I won’t fight him.” Arlo squeezed your fingers in his hands, bringing one hand up to kiss your knuckles.
“I want you to promise me.” He said quietly, closing his eyes and pressing your hand to his mouth still.
“I promise you I won’t fight Joker.” It came out somewhat repressed, as if it pained you to speak it aloud. “I won’t. But Arlo.” You tilt your head to get his attention. “You need to let me fend for myself from now on.” You take him in your embrace, his wide back slouching into you as his arms wrapped around your figure. “I’m not a porcelain doll to just sit here and look pretty, and I certainly will not break if I get in a fight.” Arlo shook his head, holding taut against his chest.
“I don’t care.” He said tough, as if he weren’t leaning all of his 200 pounds into you. As if it wasn’t obvious how scared he was. “That bastard better stay away from you. Especially when I publish around school that you’ve dropped out, he should move on since you won’t be the next in succession.” And really, what more could you do except smile? So you did just that, gently rubbing his back.
“I hope you’re right, Arlo.”
>>>
And so time passed, the news article your boyfriend posted around the school blew up, sending shock waves of panic, confusion and worry through the students. Was the situation escalating to the point where royals would begin abandoning their positions for a chance at safety? Was joker really so dangerous? Were not even the royals, that the students so revered, Powerful enough to stop joker from insistently terrorizing the alumni? How could anyone win if not their queen and king?
Though what Arlo had failed to realize about joker, despite having been around him so consistently, was that the two of them were nothing alike. What Arlo had forgotten was that John was meticulous. A man of precision and never one for short cuts. Unlike Arlo, who looked for the bright side to everything, a loophole, a different answer, a negotiation.
Arlo and joker had never been alike.
So it should not have come to a surprise when you felt a certain chill run down your spine. A kind of chill you’d never felt before. One that urged you to turn around. One that whispered to you in the lowest of voices that this was inescapable. One that ran its fingertips down the tiny bumps forming on your arms and legs.
It really should not have come to a surprise when suddenly, in some isolated corner of the school, John showed up in his edgy cosplay and that body language that simply made every hair on your body stand on end, as if trying to escape your body. Every instinct in your frame told you to run as fast as you could, to take direct note of the students around you that tried, but failed, to be discreet as they fled the scene. The same students who you would later find staring down at you from the second or third floor as you lay in a pool of your own blood, John having a fistful of your hair as he picked you back up for what you hoped to be the last time. He onced you over, only to throw you lazily to the side, not so much as flinching when your body produced a dull thud against the brick wall your back landed against.
You weren’t sure how long it’d been, weren’t sure how much blood you lost, but in the moment, you really didn’t think it mattered. Students swarmed you the moment joker disappeared, each one either pulling their phones out or when Arlo was suddenly falling to your side, lifting you effortlessly with those arms you’d so fallen in love with. Striding through the halls with those legs you loved. Sure, Arlo looked a little bit distraught, but did it really matter? All that was soothing your bleeding wounds was the feeling of his attention.
“Wake up.” He said harshly. “Fuck. Please, wake up.” He changed his tone, suddenly whispering against your cheek, unsure of whether he had been hurting your ears. But instead, he felt a deep breath release from the confines of his lungs, his eyes almost— almost— watering when he felt you shift. “Oh my god,” he wrapped his arms around your frame and crushed you against himself. “Oh my god.” Was all that he could manage upon watching your eyes crack open for the first time in hours. It was impossible for the blonde to refrain from pushing your head further into his embrace, his chest becoming flush with yours and his face buried deep in the crevice of your neck. He offered you a kiss or two, though they bloodied his lips. Arlo held your hand, despite how hard it was to stop himself from squeezing yours with all his might. He whispered nothing but words of reassurance and sweetness, despite the tear that ran down his cheek. Arlo did everything he could for you despite the pounding of his chest and the way his skin warmed with relief.
However, all of it was more of a daze for you. What Arlo thought would be romantic gestures of reassurance ultimately ended making the pounding beneath your temples strengthen. All you could think of was how loud he was speaking, how tight his bruising grip was, how sweaty his skin was, how painful the injuries still were.
“Arlo stop. Please stop.” But he wasn’t hearing you. He wasn’t hearing you over the sound of his own whispering of how badly he was going to kill joker. He brought a hand of yours to his mouth, cupped between his lithe fingers. Gently kissing down your arm, he sighed gently and finally met your eyes. This deep blue irises that always calmed you seemed to finally be registering your discomfort.
“I’m sorry.” He shook, breath shaky and hands twitching with the need to release their anger. “I’m sorry. I don’t know how this happened, we took you out. I dropped you out. There should have been no...” And now to top it all off, he was rambling. He stood suddenly and released you entirely, passing a hand through his hair and pacing the room a few times. “I fucking told him.” He murmured. “I told him to keep his hands to himself. I told that stupid fuck that if he touched you I would-“
“For gods sake Arlo, will you shut up?” You raised your voice. “Your fucking voice is making my ears bleed right now.” Your boyfriend looked taken aback but his gaze softened and his feet were quick in arriving at your side. His eyes never left yours as he yanked some chair off to the side, in front of himself and took a seat. And so Arlo didn’t say anything. “Arlo, I need you to listen okay?” you paused a moment as he nodded eyebrows still furrowed. “I need to ask you a favor and youre not going to like it.” You raised a hand to wipe a drop of blood from his lips, which had likely come from yours, as thought as you wiped it on the bedsheets.
“Anything.” He whispered. “Are you hurting anywhere?” He said somewhat hurried, as if noting the doubt in your pupils. But you shook your head and run a hand down his cheek, feeling the weight of his head as he leaned into your touch. You shook your head, silent a moment as you admired his sharp jaw and the way it ticked whenever someone he didn’t trust spoke your name, his complex blue eyes that always managed to make your cheeks heat up and his lips that kissed your skin so lovingly.
“I want you to let this go.” You said quietly and watched as Arlo’s expression actively fell with disbelief. Panic. “Just listen to me.” You said quickly, grabbing his hand. “Arlo just listen-“
“You can’t fucking ask me that.” He said, his tone cold. “He knew what he was doing!!-“ his face scrunched with anger.
“Arlo!!” You shouted for once. “Sit. Down.” You ordered, snapping your fingers and watching as he immediately took a seat, though hesitantly. “John isn’t doing this just to get at you. He’s not a fucking child, he’s a psycho. The point is he’s thorough and detail oriented.” You stared into his eyes. “He did this because regardless of my position, it’s my power that threatens him. That John. To him, I’m still a royal, he probably didn’t even notice the withdrawal notices.” You watched Arlo look down, trying to contain himself.
“I need you to let this go.” You said quietly and Arlos face scrunched once again.
“Do you hear me?” He didn’t answer and so ensued a pregnant pause. “Arlo. Going after him will not solve anything. He’s done with me. He doesn’t care about me anymore. The point was to get it out of the way and to move on, he won’t come after me again.” Arlo shook his head, leaning it against your legs.
“I can’t. Love, I can’t just let him get away with it. We can’t just let him think he can do whatever he wants.” He said, his fingers interlaced with yours and his arms snaking around your waist.
“Arlo.” You said again, lifting his head. “Promise me.” But he couldn’t seem to unfist his fingers as they dug into his own palm at your side. Instead, he dug his fingers into his hair and slowly exhaled; once, twice, thrice, and then he looked up at you, more disappointed than anything. And for the first time in forever, which may have been due to your injuries, Arlo admitted defeat and laid his head in your lap.
“Okay.” Though it was quiet and strained, it was there.
“Okay?” You tilted your head to look down at him, scratching the anger from his scalp with your fingers and rubbing circles into his arm.
Arlo didn't know how he ended up in the cafe with y/n. Like, this was his first ever date. But he kept his cool while sipping on his coffee and listening to every word y/n says while making comments from time to time.
On the other hand, y/n was smoothing away chittering and chattering, excited the whole time.
Of course since y/n was pretty, many people were staring at them and Arlo shot all of them dirty looks.
"HEYYY ARLOOOO ARE YOU PAYING ATTENTION????"
"Yes, yes I am paying attention you were saying that the project was harder than expected right? But luckily Seraphina was your partner" Arlo chuckled playfully.
"HEY! STOP YELLING SO LOUDLY" A familiar voice was heard.
Y/n turned around and saw Blyke, Isen and Remi sitting together.
"Ohhhh so you were the people talking about being souperheros and stuff. I wish ya'll luck~ I'm interested but don't wanna cause trouble. Maybeeee I can be your sidekick, well mainly Remi cause we are besties~ okok I'm joking, I'm joking" Y/n said as fast as they can.
"Arlo? I can barely understand this person, how can you even listen to them talk for an hour straight and understand EVERY SINGLE LETTER. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" Isen reasoned.
"I HAVE A NAME YOU KNO-"
"Well, I love them afterall, I would be a horrible partner if I can't understand what they're talking" Arlo cut y/n off.
Bury Me Near My Workshop (fluff) - “You have a cold, you’re not dying.”
Arlo
Something Borrowed, Something Blue (fluff) - Finding the other wearing their clothes.
Seasons of Love (fluff/angst) - Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch. 6, Ch. 7, Ch. 8, Finale
