How do you suppose Steven, N, Guzma, Leon, Volo, Arven, and Corbeau would respond when they feel jealous? Maybe another character or NPC is getting too close to the reader, perhaps flirting with them or even asks them to be a couple. Do they intervene, watch in agony??
Yearners are earners
jealous!Steven, N, Leon, Arven, Corbeau x Reader
Read Guzma and Volo here!
Content: possessiveness, light yandere themes
Arven
My man does NOT have the selfconfidence to survive this please be gentle
You were waiting for Arven in Area 1's Southern Province, near one of the ponds. Setting up the picnic table, you didn't think anyone would disturb you and your boyfriend this far out of the way of any major roads – until a relieved looking hiker came your way, clearly lost and asking for directions
Which is exactly when poor Arven came around the corner, seeing his partner conversing with some stranger over the table he was supposed to meet them for a date at
It had to come to this eventually, he thought. What could he of all people bring to the table in a relationship with such a wonderful, capable person? He was a weakling, a goofball, a downright loser – he couldn't even find the Herba Mystica on his own. Of course you'd get tired of him eventually. He should probably just leave-
"Arvie, baby, there you are!" You ran up to him and wrapped your arms around his neck just as he was about to turn around. "This hiker is lost, which way is it to the lighthouse again?"
Pointing in the direction of the lighthouse, he watched as the hiker thanked him sincerely and left immediately. Arven pulled you into a bear hug, and finally got a good look at the table over his shoulder
A yellow table cloth, your and his favourite flowers mixed in a vase, and Mabosstiff's favourite treats in a little bowl, waiting for a good boy to eat them
Arven chose to not tell you about his little jealous moment, and quietly swore so himself that he would work on his selfconfidence, now with the knowledge that his relationship with you is more than secure
Corbeau
We all know Corbeau was looking at wedding rings 2 days after the tower incident
Life is too short, and you were trying everything in your might to get yourself killed, and with the wormholes opening up around the city Corbeau is getting antsy
He hates that at this point almost no one knows about your relationship; the mere possibility that someone could take away what was his was eating him alive
He was rushing towards one of the wormholes, with the tracker he planted on you (don't worry about it <3) showing your vital signs being unusually low. Something happened, he just knows it
When he finally entered the alleyway the tracker pinged at, his blood started boiling immediately. You were sat against the wall, clearly injured, with a stranger holding a bottle of water to you lips while (probably) calling emergency services
Corbeau all but ripped that person away from you, good will be damned. Lucky for them, he was much more interested in checking you over than teaching them a lesson, letting them get away with a poisonous look
Picking you up bridal style, Corbeau scolded you all the way to the hospital, where he set up camp to stay by your side all night, even though the doctors only kept you for observation for a concussion
The next day, you left the hospital with your brand new fiancé holding your hand and carrying your bag for you
Leon
Goes from :D to :( real quick
He's so sweet, he mentions you in every interview, so how on earth did someone not know you were married??? Your wedding was livestreamed ffs (thank you Raihan for asking for poggies in chat when you and Leon kissed)
He literally talked about you in the interview he just gave, and yet he came back to the green room only to catch an intern of the studio trying to shoot his shot with you
When the intern saw leon enter the room, he panicked a little, knowing he wasn't supposed to be there in the first place. So, he asked you to leave with him, maybe get a coffee and–
"Oh, darling, you want a coffee? Let's order off Grubbinhub when we get home, I'm craving some pastries from the place we went to on our anniversary." Very subtle, Leon
But it got the job done; the intern understood immediately and made a remarkably quick escape, muttering apologies and excuses to leave
Putting an arm around you, Leon lamented his choice of engagement and wedding ring, wishing he went with the flashier options
Maybe he could have you wear his jersey next time? That should be obvious enough, right?
N
My autistic king... He has no idea that person is flirting with you
N thinks you're so amazing, so of course everyone would want to talk to you
He does draw the line at touching though. That's the place his hand is supposed to be, please don't put someone else's there thank you
When someone chatted you up while you were waiting for N to stop yapping the Nimbasa Amusement Park employee's ear off (something about the math behind rollercoasters??), N saw you out of the corner of his eye, but didn't see the need to intervene
... until the person slipped their arm around your waist
N was next to you in 0.1 seconds, grabbing the stranger's hand while pulling you behind him
"Hello. Please refrain from touching my partner." he said, the brim of his hat casting a menacing shadow over his face, "You can leave now. Goodbye."
Swift, to the point, efficient. The stranger, now weirded out, simply walked away with an "Okay...?", leaving you to shoot your boyfriend a look of "wtf was that about"
N, proud of himself for defending his spouse, puffed out his chest and turned to you, obviously waiting for a little praise
Give him a kiss to get him smiling again, and pull him away so he can't go round 2 with the employee
Steven
How many more stones does he have to deck you out in for people to get the message??
Well, Steven, it would certainly be easier to spot if you gave your partner sparklies instead of a cool andesite you found
Which leads us to the current situation, were some Devon worker didn't see you two arriving together and tried flirting with you at the water cooler while you waited for Steven to finish his meeting
When Steven came down the stairs and saw the middle manager try his luck, he rushed to you with big strides, making sure the clicking of his dress shoes against the tiles was loud enough to make everyone know he was approaching
Disregarding the worker, Steven took your hand in his and kissed you knuckles. "I am ever so sorry to keep you waiting, my darling. Are you ready to leave? Or did your new friend want to keep talking?" The most polite death stare was shot in the guy's direction, freezing the blood in his veins
The worker apologized profusely, practically scrambling away to pray his job would survive this encounter
Steven would ensure that you would join him for meetings from now on should he take you to work, even if you would be bored out of your mind
You’re busy saving the city, but Corbeau has other things on his mind… Like how he may never get another chance to confess his love to you.
This fic contains: POV 2nd person, gender-neutral reader (they/them pronouns are used like one time). Love confessions, teeny bit of angst, fluff. Light spoilers for the endgame, nothing major.
Word count: ~1.6k
Why did it have to be you? Why were you the only one who could stop this?
Everything was a mess, Corbeau thought. It was complete chaos in every corner of Lumiose. Wild Pokémon were Mega Evolving left and right, and in the middle of it all was… you.
It wasn’t that he doubted your abilities. He knew firsthand of your battle prowess. Besides his own failures to defeat you, he had watched many other trainers lose to you in a fight. He believed wholeheartedly that you were the top trainer in the ZA Royale.
And yet… he still worried. He worried that you would be hurt.
You were out there now, somewhere, fighting your way towards Prism Tower. There were so many things that could go awry… rogue Pokémon, damaged infrastructure… Corbeau could only hope that you were safe and well, and that you would reach him soon. Only then would his nerves settle.
Ever since he had met you, he had been utterly swooned. It was pathetic, really. A man such as himself, the leader of the Rust Syndicate, reduced to a flustered mess whenever you so much as looked his way.
You had no idea of this, of course. No idea of how he felt about you.
Perhaps that was why he was so worried. He couldn’t stomach the possibility that you would be gravely injured tonight, before he had a chance to confess his feelings to you.
He tapped his foot on the ground, the sound echoing throughout the empty shopping plaza in which he stood. His Scolipede tilted its head.
He sighed. “Don’t worry, Scolipede. I’m sure they’ll be here soon…”
Corbeau pulled out his phone and contacted Philippe. But before they could talk much, some rogue Pokémon decided to make their entrance into the plaza. Luckily, there were only two… a Mega Gardevoir and Mega Gallade.
As if summoned, he was relieved to finally see you trot into the opposite entrance. You were out of breath, but otherwise appeared to be uninjured.
“Don’t worry about me,” he said to Philippe. “Our favorite do-gooder just came to the rescue.”
He tucked his phone away as you took your place at his side.
“About time you showed up,” he said.
You bent over, hands on your knees, breathing heavily.
“I’m sorry, Corbeau…” you panted. “It’s pretty rough out there… Thanks for waiting for me. I appreciate your help.”
“Don’t mention it. It’s about time we worked together again. It’s been a while, huh?”
The Gardevoir and Gallade were eying the two of you suspiciously, readying their attacks. You released your partner Pokémon, preparing to Mega Evolve it.
Corbeau kept his composure, but internally he was overjoyed to fight at your side.
“Don’t worry. Me and Scolipede have your back.”
The fight was tough, but the rogue Pokémon were no match for your raw strength combined with his support. Oh, how he admired your skill. You were fearless, not hesitant in the slightest in shouting commands to your Pokémon, landing attacks on the opponent in quick succession. His Scolipede landed the final blow to the Gardevoir with a super effective poison-type attack, while at the same time you defeated the Gallade. The rogue Pokémon fell to the floor, drained of their strength.
You called your partner back into its Pokéball, and he did the same. You were so close to each other now, he could reach out and touch you if he dared.
You looked… weary. Your shoulders were slumped, brows furrowed, a frown on your face.
Across the plaza, he watched as the Gallade crouched beside the Gardevoir, a concerned hand on the other’s shoulder. Watching the two Pokémon care for each other, something stirred inside of him.
He needed to take care of you. Now, more than ever. It might be his last chance.
“Are you hurt?” He asked.
You shook your head. “No, I’m okay… just a little tired…”
“Let me heal your Pokémon, then,” he said, extending a hand to you.
You looked at him, and smiled softly. Your eyes were beautiful, he thought.
“Thanks.”
You handed him your Pokéballs, and he quickly tended to your team’s low health. Handing them back to you, your fingertips brushed his own for a fleeting moment.
“I should be going. I’m almost to the Tower now… thanks again for all of your help, Corbeau.”
You started towards the exit, but Corbeau stood still. It was now or never, so why couldn’t he speak? Why couldn’t he just say those words he had wanted to say to you for so long?
He managed to call your name, and you paused, turning back to him.
“Wait. Please,” he murmured.
“What is it?” You sounded concerned now.
“I just…”
He faltered, voice trailing off into nothingness. You stood in front of him, confused, waiting. He knew he couldn’t waste much more of your precious time…
Slowly, he reached out and held your cheek in his palm. You let out a soft noise of surprise, but didn’t pull away from his touch.
“Call me selfish, but… I wish you could just stay here with me,” he whispered. “I know you’re the strongest trainer, but at this moment, I wish you weren’t. I wish you didn’t have to do this… so then I could protect you.”
He couldn’t place your expression. Shock? Concern? Either way, you remained unmoving under his hand.
“What I’m trying to say is… I care about you. You’re very special to me, and I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“I’m… special to you?” You said softly.
“Yes. I-” he paused and swallowed hard.
“I love you.”
Your eyes widened. But then you turned away, face slipping from his grasp.
“Corbeau, I… I don’t know what to say.”
He sighed. He should have seen this coming, he thought. He retracted his hand back to his side.
“You don’t have to say anything,” he said quietly. “I just wanted you to know. I was afraid that… that I wouldn’t get another chance to tell you how I feel.”
He had no idea what you were thinking. You were as still as a statue. This whole confession had been a horrible idea. Now, what if you became distracted by his words? What if you were unable to focus on your battles, haunted by his love for you that you didn’t reciprocate? Would he indirectly cause your downfall? His fists clenched at the thought.
He was so caught up in his worries that he was quite shaken by the sudden feeling of your arms wrapping around him. The warmth of your body pressed against his, and you buried your face in the side of his neck. Somewhat in shock, he returned your embrace, securing his own arms around your waist and back.
It was comforting to have him hold you, the heat of his body and the scent of his cologne filling your senses. His hand rubbed idly against your back, his cheek resting atop your head.
Corbeau… loved you? You could hardly believe it. You were feeling a little overwhelmed, his heartfelt words combined with your fatigue from the night’s eventful battles making your head spin.
“Corbeau…” you mumbled against where your head rested on his shoulder.
“Yes…?” His voice held a slight nervous tremor.
“Hold me. Just for a little bit. Please.”
“Of course. As long as you need.”
Your eyelids started to feel heavy, content in your place in his arms. You really wanted to go to sleep, right here, but… there was still work to do. The city still needed saving, after all. It would be hard to drag your weary body away from the comfort of being held by Corbeau…
You looked up at him. His brow was still creased with worry.
“I love you too,” you said, finally.
You could feel the rise and fall of his chest against you as he sighed in relief.
“That was sweet, what you said…” you continued. “And it means a lot that you care so much about me. I’m just… a little overwhelmed right now. I’m sorry if I made you worry.”
“It’s alright. I understand. In hindsight, now probably wasn’t the best time…”
The two of you laughed softly.
“Hey… after I’m done with this, will you take me out on a date?”
He smiled. “I’d like that.”
You tilted your head and kissed him, a gentle caress of your lips against his. He returned the affections, his hand coming up to hold your cheek once more.
You parted much too soon.
“As nice as this is, Philippe is waiting for us…” Corbeau said. “We need to get you to Prism Tower right away.”
You nodded. “Right, right…”
The two of you quickly exited the shopping plaza, your heart beating with excitement. You felt like you could take on the world now, rejuvenated by Corbeau’s love.
After meeting Philippe and the rest of the Rust Syndicate outside, some technical difficulties arose. You stood idle while Corbeau jabbered with them. You needed to get onto the roof, but there was no way up…
The solution you hardly expected was you climbing a human ladder made of the Rust Syndicate. Corbeau waited at the very top, helping give you one last boost to make it over the ledge of the roof.
“I believe in you, mon cher,” he said once you were safely on the rooftop. “Go get ‘em.”
He gave you one last heartfelt smile before falling backwards from the ledge.
AN: This is a pretty short little thing based on the behaviors of the Mewtwo that I have in Pokemon Go that amused me. I'm allergic to cats but I think I'm pure of heart enough to not be allergic to Mewtwo. 😭
You were happy with the way that your life was going. Were you a super rich and powerful pokemon trainer? No, but you had a nice farm and a cute little Oddish that helped you make a living. You sold what you grew at the local farmer’s market and fed wild pokemon the crops that weren’t pretty enough to be sold there so that there wouldn’t be any unnecessary waste with what you couldn’t compost. Most pokemon left your crops alone because they had already been fed so you didn’t have to worry about too many losses from them. It was a calm life and you enjoyed it.
Everything was going well on your farm. You were comfortable, both physically and financially, and you were enjoying the slow and comfortable life that you provided for yourself. One evening, you noticed something strange. Instead of eating all of the food that you left out in the spot that you left them one winter, some pokemon started bringing the berries into the forest. You follow them to a cave and freeze when you see a Mewtwo. Of course, you have no clue what it is. You hadn’t ever heard of a pokemon that looked like that, especially one that was so big, but then again, you slacked off a bit in school and didn’t do very well in your pokemon identification classes. You shrugged it off. It looked close enough to a Skitty so you figured that it was probably an abandoned one from another region. You grabbed a berry out of your bag and offered it to the large creature.
“Here Skitty, Skitty, Skitty. Do you want a yummy treat? You poor thing. It’s okay. Psssp psssp psssp. It’s okay sweetheart. Let’s get you fixed up, okay cutie? This’ll help you feel better.” You cooed, offering the pokemon an oran berry in an outstretched hand.
The eyes of the pokemon narrowed and it weakly raised a hand until your Oddish began bouncing in front of you, chirping over and over frantically at the other pokemon. She was so strange sometimes. You patted her leaves before walking over to the large pokemon. You gently patted the head of the strange new pokemon as you sat down next to it, putting some berries into its hands.
“Now, now. There’s no need to be so upset. The poor thing just wants some berries. I bet it’s starving. Be nice, Oddish. The poor baby’s coming home with us. It’s hurt and we’re not about to leave it here.” You chided the grass type who was actively trying to keep you from being eviscerated via psychic energy.
The new pokemon looked stunned at the head pats and just stared at you as if you were mentally disturbed. You started digging in your bag until you found the hyper spray that you kept in case of emergencies with Oddish or any of the wild pokemon that wandered onto your farm was injured. You carefully sprayed the medicine onto the wound on the poor thing’s leg injury and hummed in satisfaction as the torn flesh began to heal.
“There’s a good Skitty. Once you’ve finished your berries, you can come home with me and Oddish. I think I’ll have to make a sweater for you, buddy. I don’t think a hairless thing like you is supposed to be out here. You’re probably so cold! I can't believe that someone would leave you here all on your own in the middle of winter.” You said empathetically as you took your scarf off and wrapped it around the pokemon’s two strange necks.
You managed to haul the pokemon back to your house via wheelbarrow after attempting to feed it a few berries. You set up a makeshift bed for it on your couch and cover the beast in blankets. You're careful to reapply medicine when needed and turn on a TV show that your Oddish likes once you're sure that the new pokemon is comfortable.
Months later, the giant beast continues to stick around after regaining its health, much to your delight. You continue doting on it just as much as you do with your Oddish, despite it being feet taller than you. It was sceptical of your affection at first but after being snuggled and loved on for so long, it’s started to get cranky when you don’t give it enough attention. It had even started bringing you leaves and flowers in exchange for more cuddle time.
“I am not a poor baby.” A deep voice rumbles in your head as you coo at it while pulling warm blankets out of the dryer.
You whip around and stare at the pokemon resting on the couch. It was the first time that the pokemon had engaged in any kind of verbal communication other than growls and purrs. You immediately rush over to it and begin petting its face.
“Oh! I didn't know that you were a psychic type! You must be one of those fancy regional Espeon variants! Sorry cutie! I didn't mean to upset you!” You cooed at the massive creature.
It stares up at you like you're stupid. After a moment, it decides that it isn't worth it to explain. It's being pampered for the first time in its life and it's not about to mess that up. It simply relaxes as you pet its face and belly, letting out a rumbling purr in the process. You didn’t need to know much. You don’t need to know about the Team Rocket grunts that it tore apart in the woods while you were sleeping last night. You don’t need to know why the townsfolk get anxious when they come to buy your berries. You don’t need to know why every other large and potentially dangerous pokemon in the area left. All you need to know is that your weird looking Espeon likes being scratched under the chin and petted when you’re watching movies with it.
The Toxel cried in your arms as you attempted to bounce if again.
Your plans to surprise your boyfriend with a pokemon may have gone away. Toxtricity had seemed like an interesting choice for him. It shared his preferred poison typing and reflected a certain cool head that he would enjoy. Instead, you learnt the pre-evolution was quite a needy sort. There was no way you could give him the pokemon.
“There, there,” You spoke to it, rubbing it's back gently. It sniffled and nuzzled its head above your heart. The action was far too cute. Kissing its head, you wondered how long it would take for it to evolve. He would more so appreciate it when it was capable of battling, rather than whatever it currently was. “You're pretty cute,” you felt that the pokemon was definitely playing on any nurturing instincts you had. The blanket you kept it swaddled into helped to keep it calm as you headed back to the hotel.
A trip over to Paldea had not been overly time-consuming, but you had been gone for a few days. Lumiose had hardly changed as you stepped back in from the station… Except that a familiar face was standing there waiting on you.
Right. You had not told Corbeau about your sudden impulse.
Philippe stood beside him alongside a few grunts. You felt a bit nervous as he approached. His face was unreadable. Clutching the Toxel tighter, you held your breath. “… How…?” he asked. You looked up at him. “Did… Did you adopt a child? Why didn't you say anything?! You have to talk to me about things like that!” He was clearly upset now, but he kept his voice controlled. Was he being mindful of what he thought was a baby? “… Let me see 'em,” he stepped closer, “I… I have a right to.” You let him.
The Toxel stuck its tongue out at him when he predicted back the blanket. He blinked. The pokemon let out a cry and nuzzled into your chest. “… I wanted to get a pokemon to gift to you,” you explained, “You probably don't want them like this, but I'll gift them after they evolve—”
“… No, I think—” he stood up straight after cutting himself off, “I accept this gift. How thoughtful of you. Any challenge, I will rise to.” You gently offered the Toxel to him. He took them with an extremely careful hand. The pokemon began to tear up, but before it could reach its loud cries, he comforted it with surprising familiarity. It settled in his arms, resting against his shoulder. A smile came across his lips, yet it disappeared when he turned to face his organisation.
“… Philippe, get a car,” he ordered, “We're heading home.”
His glance back at you made it understood you were part of the we in that situation.
~
You fought back laughter at the sight of the terrifying criminal boss holding the Toxel in his arms as it sucked on a bottle. The pokemon was still too young for solids. It was just you both in your living room. He watched the pokemon eat with an oddly gentle expression. It was then you remembered something important.
“… I forgot you like kids,” you spoke as you sat down beside him. He shot a glare at you.
“That's irrelevant,” he narrowed his eyes, “… They will simply be a good team member.” The soft expression he had when wiping away the excess liquid from Toxel's face told you otherwise. “Thank you,” he glanced back in your direction, “… I hope you know you'll be helping me care for 'em.”
Your reply was to lean over his should as Toxel nuzzled into your shared mammalian warmths.
No one in the Rust Syndicate would say a word when he showed up with the Toxel in a sling on his person the following day.
Sumarry: Corbeau's mood improve when you pay a visit
Ao3
Divider by @saradika-graphics
Tags: neutral reader, post game credits, pokemon legends za, short stories
Notes: Heads up this is my first time writing him, yes I finished the game and this dialougue had been in my head for a long time and kept wondering about it. Hope yall enjoy, will work on those spicy smut or anything ;)). Btw, this isnt much proof read.
"The Boss's mood seems improve whenever you pay us a visit."
You don’t truly grasp the significance of Philip’s words until you experience them firsthand. Every visit to the Rust Syndicate brings a noticeable change in Corbeau’s demeanor. His mood seems to brighten just a bit whenever you step through the threshold, a small spark igniting behind his usually guarded gaze.
Your schedule is chaotic. Between battling in the Z Royale and helping Mable with her extensive research, your free time feels more like a luxury than a reality. Mable, despite her overwhelming workload, appreciates your assistance as you work alongside Paxton and Harmony to expedite her projects. Meanwhile, at the hotel, you’ve transitioned into a crucial supporting role, becoming the right-hand man to Urbain and Taunie, the energetic twins who run the operation with an effortless charm.
As you enter Corbeau’s office, your Pokémon trotting faithfully by your side, you are greeted by a slight smile playing on Corbeau's lips. It’s a rare expression, one that transforms his serious demeanor into something warmer.
He motions for his grunts and men to prepare tea and an assortment of snacks. These moments of small talk and leisurely exchanges are like brief respites from the world outside, each one punctuated with laughter and shared stories. Occasionally, Corbeau breaks the routine and challenges you to a Pokémon battle—a welcome distraction, one you can’t refuse, especially coming from the head of the Syndicate himself.
But what if you chose not to visit?
When you’re absent, Corbeau's mood takes a downward turn, becoming noticeably more agitated and irritable. He’s not a cruel man—in fact, his empathy shines through when things get tough, even if he occasionally lets his frustrations slip, snapping at his men and grunts. On those days, he might mutter about not feeling well or lament how his mood has spiraled downward.
Your visits do more than provide him with company; they help keep the shadows at bay. In his own way, Corbeau relies on the connection you’ve built, and it’s easy to see how your presence can bring a flicker of brightness to his otherwise complex world.
It's not that he’s overly worried or anything, but he does occasionally find himself wondering what you’re up to amidst your hectic schedules. He has your number saved in his phone, and while he could text you at any moment, he hesitates to do so. He doesn’t want to come off as demanding or overly eager for your attention like a lilipup begging for attention.
Instead, he sends his grunts to keep an eye on you from time to time, gathering updates. It gives him a sense of connection, even though he feels that familiar pang of loneliness whenever you’re not around for a visit. Still, he understands that when you find a moment in your busy life, you'll make the effort to come and see him.
One day, while you’re out conducting research, you glance up just in time to see Philip running toward you, clearly out of breath and a bit panicked as he reaches your side after you exit Wild Zone 8. His forehead is glistening with sweat.
“What’s up?” you ask, tilting your head slightly to get a better look at the big man.
“Will you be visiting the boss later?” he asks, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. “It’s not a demand, but he’s... been having some issues with his mood lately."
“Oh,” you respond, letting out a small chuckle as you wave him off. “Don’t worry, I’ve already planned to visit him."
Philip returns your smile, albeit weakly, and without saying another word, he jogs away to give you some space. As he disappears into the distance, your phone buzzes, and you quickly check it to find a message from Corbeau.
What was it? The fourth time you fell off that roof? But how could you not give into the temptation when the man under there was hilarious to tease?
But this time, it wasn't your Rotom to save you from the fall. Two strong arms hold you, one hand on the back of your thighs, the other supporting your back.
"What did I say, you brat." Golden eyes narrowed, sharper than an Honedge, words dripping with venom like a Muk "I fear beating you in the Hotel Z won't be enough punishment for such a brat."
You feel his hand gripping the fat of your thigh after those words. Your eyes are wide while looking back at him. Thankfully, the intensity of his gaze diminished by the glasses providing as a barrier, but you feel no fear as brave as a Riolu.
As always, teasing Corbeau always gives you the best reactions.
૮ • ﻌ - ა The Clan's leaders - Alpha Adaman x Omega Male Reader
Word Count: 4.4k
Plot: Alpha/Omega relationships were even more traditional during the Hisuian Era, but you lucked out with your Alpha.
You couldn't be more content with a domestic life as the Diamond Clan's leaders! ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡
Featuring: Top!Alpha!Adaman x Bottom!Omega!Reader
Warnings: A lotta domestic fluff (& you have kids) but also some smut!!
Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI
Brief Mpreg warning!
- the meeting -
Before Adaman had even presented as an Alpha, his parents and the rest of the clan treated him as one. Full-grown adults would bow to a ten-year-old Adaman on the streets of the village, greeting him with the title of 'Alpha heir of the Diamond Clan'.
Once Adaman had actually presented as an Alpha at the age of fourteen, all of the behind-the-scenes preparations made by the clan's superiors and Adaman's parents were put into play. Inheritance ceremonies were held, leadership classes doubled in frequency and intensity, and, of course, matchmaking appointments became a monthly occurrence.
Until the Diamon clan heir turned eighteen, matchmaking appointments mainly consisted of (scientifically limited) tests and samples being taken from Adaman, along with archaic mating tests being administered. Blood type testing, scent analysis, birth charts being drawn up, and all the rest. But once Adaman was old enough, the matchmakers started providing potential matches, though it took a long time for an actual match to be made.
By the time Adaman had turned twenty-five, his advisors and clan superiors were becoming antsy. The Diamond clan's leader still hadn't found a mate, let alone produced an heir! If an heir was not produced soon, one of the biggest clans in the Hisui region would be at risk of collapse, or worse, a coup. Though no one knew that Adaman was actually very much courting someone, and had been for a while. The Alpha wasn't the biggest fan of Hisui's traditional, archaic views on mating and omegas; so whilst the matchmakers were offering him traditional omegas whose ages only got worringly younger as every year passed, Adaman kept his mind open. That's why Adaman set his eyes on you as his future mate.
You were the same age as Adaman, something that all clan superiors deemed taboo; 'an Omega must be young and fertile for an Alpha' they would say. You were also what superiors and matchmakers would call a 'peasant' or 'commonbred'; not someone suitable for the leader of the Diamond clan. But you caught Adaman's eye as he watched you care for the wild Teddiursa and Ralts near the Diamond settlement; simple acts of kindness, but for a commoner to befriend wild pokemon, it was a major feat. And that was that, you charmed Adaman without even meaning to, and the rest was history.
Courting started small. Adaman would make sure to see you at least once a day, no matter how briefly. At first, you were a bit shocked and confused at why the leader of the Diamond clan was even spending time in the village, let alone talking to you of all people. But as time passed, and Adaman insisted on speaking with you and getting to know each other, you became more comfortable in the Alpha's incredible presence.
Then, the gifts started. Adaman would hand you a pouch of 'spare change [he] had lying around' and tell you to 'buy something pretty for yourself'; even though the amount in the pouch was much more than 'spare change'. Flowers were also common gifts from Adaman, along with berries and poffins for the wild pokemon you would care for. You would always insist that the clan leader shouldn't be showering you in such gifts, but Adaman would always retaliate that you deserved them, subconsciously showing off his competence and ability to provide for a mate.
On the topic of showing off, Adaman couldn't even hide it. That was exactly what he was doing. With every moment spent together, the clan leader would try to subtly show you how good of an Alpha he was; showing off his strength by helping you around your house, showing off his knowledge by telling you details about your favourite pokemon, and obviously showing off his money and status through gifts.
Then, the sneaking around started. Courting was already a hassle for most couples in Hisuian times; it was seen as an important tradition that had to be upheld and followed to the letter. The already annoying courting process was made even more of a pain due to the fact that Adaman couldn't exactly be obvious about it. The alpha knew that the Clan elders and advisors would do everything in their power to prevent Adaman from courting a commonbred Omega, so he wanted to make the relationship as official as possible before making it public.
Though the fact that Adaman couldn't publicly stake his claim on you didn't mean that he would put any less effort into courting you. The alpha would take you on thought-out dates, ones that Adaman spent time coming up with to make sure you would enjoy them. He'd take you star-gazing, he'd teach you about the Pokémon in the surrounding area, and he'd even help you befriend wild Pokémon.
- the relationship -
Unfortunately, your relationship with the Diamond clan leader was discovered by the public before either of you wanted. Though you two really lucked out, the clan elders and advisors were so desperate for Adaman to find a mate and produce an heir that they chose to ignore your common background and less-than-traditional values and education. Your relationship with Adaman was made public the very day that you and the Alpha were found out; by request of Adaman's advisors, who suggested that it was imminent for Adaman to be publicly mated and able to continue the Diamond Clan legacy. Even basic courting was suggested to be skipped over, and for the two of you to just hurry up and mark each other, though Adaman was very vocal about his contradictory feelings towards these suggestions. The Alpha wanted to court you properly, and most definitely didn't want to rush marking and do it properly (even though he'd been desperate to claim you for a while now).
You and Adaman came to a compromise with his advisors; the early courting stuff would be skipped over (especially since you and Adaman had been doing said stuff for the past year or so), but the two of you would mark each other when you felt that the time was right. The advisors bit their tongues and agreed. What else were they gonna do?
That was the official start of your relationship. Dates became more extravagant, despite your constant insistence to Adaman that you didn't need bought-out restaurants and riches. Adaman also became much more public with his affections and staking his claim on you; he couldn't help it! The Alpha wants everyone to know that you're his and he's yours. Oh, and Ancient Sinoh help everyone if Adaman's claim feels threatened by another Alpha (which happens often 'cause Adaman sees even the smallest smile from an Alpha and freaks out). Your Alpha will be outwardly snarling at whoever is threatening his claim; sizing them up at the same time, and really just going against any and all training he received whilst growing up surrounding these kinds of situations.
In terms of love language, Adaman was a polyglot. Seriously, the Alpha would shower you in words of affirmation and material gifts, he would always make time for you, he literally couldn't stop touching you, and acts of service were a daily occurrence! But if Adaman had to pick one love language, it would have to be scenting.
It was part of your routine at this point. Within the first hour of waking up, Adaman just needs to scent you; rubbing his cheeks against your own, against the scent gland on your neck, and even rubbing the scent gland on his wrist against the one of yours when holding your hand. It started out as a subconscious thing, but it quickly got to the point that both you and Adaman couldn't ignore it. It wasn't that you didn't enjoy it! It was quite the opposite. It was just that Adaman was scenting you so, so much that it was almost improper to smell so much of each other. It may also have triggered your heat early once...
The clan leader now holds himself back a LOT. But he has to scent you at least a little every day. And Adaman expects you to scent him back, too! He fucking loves smelling of you. Scented clothes are very often exchanged as gifts between the two of you, especially when your heat or Adaman's rut is approaching.
Adaman will also always make time for you, something you were a little worried about going into a relationship with the leader of the Diamond Clan. But your worries were silenced almost immediately, with Adaman proclaiming to his court and advisors that he would set aside specific hours of the day or days of the week where he would be unavailable for clan duties, using that time to spend time with you instead.
There have been many days when one of your Alpha's advisors will literally be pounding down your door, desperate to get Adaman's attention for some clan duty. But he just ignores it and cuddles into you more on your couch, his purring intensifying as he nuzzles his nose into your scent gland
Adaman gifted you something you'd treasure forever on your first anniversary. Hisui tradition for clan leaders and other high-ranking individuals is that after a few months of courting, the Alpha and Omega will marry and mark each other within the first year of dating. But due to your... unprecedented situation, different rules applied. Adaman didn't want to force these rules onto you and force you into marriage so soon, but he did want to show his love and devotion to you. He decided on a promise gift, something that high-ranking children who are betrothed when young give each other before actually proposing and getting married. Though this is usually in the form of a ring, your alpha knew you too well to assume that something as materialistic as a ring would be what brought you as much joy as you brought him. So instead of a promise ring, Adaman gifted you an Eevee. He knew how much you loved and cared for Pokémon, and he explained that with him having befriended Eevees and even evolved them, he felt that it would be symbolic if you did the same. Too cute.
- first time (mini) -
About 4 months into your official, public relationship with Adaman, you two made the leap and slept with each other for the first time. Before this, you two had gotten intimate before! But had never gone all the way. Adaman would constantly scent you, and you would do the same to him, rubbing your wrist against his, and rubbing your necks or cheeks together. You'd gone through a few heats during your relationship, and Adaman had gone through at least one rut; but you both provided each other with heavily scented clothing and worn undergarments but did nothing more. Not wanting your first time to be blurred by the haze of a heat or a rut.
It was also commonplace for you two to kiss for solid hours at a time! Blood would rush to your face and your crotch as Adaman would dominate your mouth with his tongue and roam your clothed body with his big, masculine hands. But it never went further than that. Both you and Adaman would break away from the long-lasting kiss, spit still connecting your lips together and pants escaping your mouths as you both agree to stop and do something else.
It wasn't that you both didn't want to go all the way; it was that it just felt too rushed. And really, you were both more than happy with the current situation of long make-outs and touching. However, that didn't mean that you two wouldn't think about it. And boy, did you two think about it often. You would ask the clan nurses about heats and ruts and what to do, taking mental notes but consciously ignoring why you were so invested in the information.
The idea of taking and claiming you was also on loop in Adaman's mind. The Alpha had even visited libraries and read about mating, pregnancy and most importantly, pleasure. Though when the first sentence of a book specifically about pleasure in Alpha-Omega relationships was "an omega's pleasure doesn't matter at all...", Adaman scoffed and rolled his eyes.
But nonetheless, once both of you were on the same page, you made that big step. Late one night, Adaman and you were making out as per usual; however, things were getting more intimate, more touchy, more desperate. You could feel Adaman grind his hard dick into your thigh as his hands gripped your waist and his tongue swirled around yours. And the breathy, shy moans you would let out when Adaman moved his hand down to your clothed crotch did nothing but egg the Alpha on. It happened very naturally. Adaman instinctively knew what to do, and so did you; your clothes and Adaman's had slipped off, and all of a sudden the leader of the Diamond clan was fingering you open as he kissed your mouth, your body and eventually reached your aching prick. Before you knew it, Adaman was above you, huffing in your scent as he pistoned his big, hard member in and out of your warm, tight walls.
It was a moment you would never forget; it made you fall even deeper in love with Adaman, and he felt the same. You couldn't get enough of how gentle the Alpha was being, but also how he could show a strong, rough side, too. It was romantic, it was primal, it was raw. You loved every second of it. From the foreplay to the afterglow to the aftercare. It was all incredible.
- the mate mark -
A year and a half into your relationship, Adaman's advisors were growing weary once more. Sure, the leader of the Diamon clan was in a public relationship at the very least. However, he was unmarried and unmated; how could anyone be sure that an heir would even be produced? The high court of the Diamond Clan and Adaman's advisors urged him to mark and marry you, or else they would no longer support the already unorthodox relationship. Luckily enough, Adaman was also on the same page; it was about damn time that the two of you staked your claims on each other, solidified your relationship.
Ever since your first time together, you and Adaman started fucking like bunnies, it wasn't as if this was going to be any different; the only difference was that after the marking, you two were going to belong to one another until the day you die! No biggie!
Adaman had subtly let you know about the pressure that the court was putting on him to mark you already, and he was very pleased when you showed nothing but interest and excitement towards the idea. You knew that Adaman had to mark you at some point; it had gotten to the point that you were just kinda waiting for him to ask.
It started off like any other time the two of you were intimate. Adaman gently stripped you off, caressing your body with his calloused hands as he kissed you. Your arms would wrap around the Alpha's neck as you pull him in closer to kiss him deeper. Airy moans bounce around your shared bedroom as Adaman burries his ring and middle fingers inside of you, curling them into your prostate and rubbing the bundle of nerves softly as he also focuses on loosening up your tight, warm walls. Adaman would always focus on your pleasure, almost as if hearing your moans and smelling your scent as it became thicker and more potent made him feel as good as you felt. You'd have already orgasmed once before the blue-haired Alpha even brought his thick dick anywhere near your hole; Adaman's skilful, long tongue making sure of that fact by shifting its attention from your sopping, slick-dripping hole to your precum-leaking prick and back to your hole. Oh, and don't think that your sweet, omegan cum would be wasted on coating your stomach! No, no. Despite how good the sticky, white liquid looked on you, Adaman would never dream of letting the delicious, aphrodisiac-like substance go to waste; his warm, wet tongue licking it up off of you and immediately sharing it with you through a sloppy kiss.
Despite every second feeling like hours when you're with Adaman, you can't deny that sex with him makes your mind go fuzzy; it's moments like these that you really hate your secondary gender. The rush of hormones and Adaman's scent make it really hard to live in the moment and focus on everything that's going on. So before you know it, the muscular Alpha is fully naked, massive muscles and god-like build on full display as his long, alphan cock re-arranges your guts. Adaman's grunts, pants, moans, and the praises he stutters out as he tries to grind his dick deeper into you, it all gets you going so much. And the same goes for Adaman; the moans you let out, the way you mumble and moan out his name like a prayer, the way you scratch up his broad, muscular back, and holy fuck the way you smell? It all makes him wanna fuck you more and MORE!
Once the two of you were nearing climax, Adaman held himself up above you, looked down into your eyes and asked, 'Am I okay to mark you now, my love?'. As expected, you nodded as eagerly as a (near)orgasming omega would and let your Alpha bite down on your scent gland. The pain was quickly dulled out by the pleasure of an especially hard orgasm crashing down on you; your moans getting even louder, your walls clenching even tighter around Adaman as his knot breached your hole, and your scent... Holy shit, your scent was making Adaman actually spiral. In the chaotic pleasure of feeling your Alpha claim you as he knotted you, you bit down on Adaman to ground yourself; instinctively going for his scent gland and marking your Alpha back as he marked you.
Unintentionally, you and Adaman hit two birds with one stone. Because, sure, the main goal of this was to end up marking each other; however, with Adaman's knot being locked inside of you, shooting multiple, thick, fertile loads, you were also almost guaranteed to fall pregnant.
Low purring was all that could be heard throughout the bedroom. A stark contrast to the loud moaning, groaning and other adjacent noises just half an hour beforehand. You and your (now official) Alpha basked in the afterglow; your head resting on Adaman's bicep as his face nuzzled into your scent gland. Your scent now changing ever so slightly to mix with his own; a change that Adaman didn't know would make him feel so much more possessive over you. If that were even possible.
Your wedding ceremony took place shortly after you and Adaman had marked each other. He was officially your mate. You two couldn't be happier. And the honeymoon phase was going strong, 'cause you two were literally fucking every second of the day! It didn't help that your heat had started literally the day after your ceremony, but even after your heat, instead of recovering, you were bouncing on Adaman's knot like no tomorrow! And as you'd expect, that resulted in a positive pregnancy test pretty quickly.
- the pregnancy -
Things had calmed down after your mating and wedding to Adaman. Both in how chaotic life was and how high your libidos were. Don't misunderstand! You two were still fucking literally every night. But that was a very big reduction in comparison to how you two were during your honeymoon.
You had a hunch you had fallen pregnant. Within the 10 or so weeks after your wedding, you began feeling nauseous and vomiting early in the morning. Your moods would swing, and you would crave foods you'd never even tasted.
Adaman also had a hunch; your scent had gotten sweeter. Initially, he'd had a fleeting thought of it being your heat. However, that didn't make sense; you'd just had your heat! And the change in your scent wasn't exactly the same as the one when that time of the month had come. Though it was a change Adaman could surely get used to~
Eventually, you listened to that hunch you felt. The clan nurses had given you some archaic and imperfectly accurate tests to try and get some sort of confirmation. And sure enough, you were with child.
Adaman was of course, as you'd expect, elated. The high court of the diamond clan and Adaman's advisors had all taken a sigh of relief. And you? You were happy, but definitely also very nervous.
By your second trimester, you were showing. Every time Adaman would see your bump, his Alpha would swell with pride, and he'd be all over you. Even though the bump was small, the Alpha would still caress it and kiss it, calling it and you beautiful, along with all other sorts of compliments. You'd gained back a lot of your energy, with many of the negative symptoms from your first trimester subsiding, and you were almost back to your usual self. Which also meant that you and Adaman were getting intimate again...
Your hormones were all over the place, but those that controlled your libido were always the same during your second trimester; through the fucking roof. Adaman wasn't complaining; he loved making love to you. Though he would get worried about your own health and the pups', but it took very little convincing from you for him to get back to business. It also didn't help that you looked so fucking sexy pregnant with his pups; growing them so well and keeping them so safe. Also! Another thing that didn't help Adaman's attempts at holding back was that your nipples had swollen so fucking sexily. The muscle tissue around your nipples had slightly swollen to allow for the milk ducts to swell, shaping your chest in what looked like soft, pillowy pecs. Adaman has sucked and bitten on those things so much, you've almost started lactating early...
Your third trimester was the hardest. You were constantly tired. Constantly uncomfortable. Constantly in moods, mainly stemming from feeling like a burden to Adaman. Though your moods never lasted long, with Adaman constantly by your side, showing you the love, care, and affection you really needed in those moments.
You spent most of your days during your third trimester with Adaman; your Alpha having halved his work days so that he could spend as much time as possible with you. You'd think you'd run out of things to talk about, but between name ideas, first pokemon ideas, and other future plans, you and Adaman would always fill the silence. And when there were moments of silence, it was always deliberate; with you resting your head on Adaman, breathing in his scent as your purrs and his croons filled the room.
The birth was one of the hardest parts. The pain was barely numbed by the herbs provided by the nurses and doctors. Your screams filled the Diamond Clan's main house. Adaman had to be locked in an adjacent room and also be sedated with the same herbs provided to you; to prevent him from harming any doctors or nurses in order to get to you. His alpha was screaming at him the entire time to do something, to protect his omega. His perfect omega.
But it was all worth it. Once you'd come out of your post-birth daze, and once Adaman had been released from his mini-quarantine, you got to meet your perfect children.
- the children -
The names have been chosen from the origins of 'Dialga's name; choose different ones if you want!
You and Adaman welcomed two beautiful pups into the world. A girl named 'Dia', and a boy named 'Gon'. As you can imagine, Adaman is an incredible father. He makes sure that you're well-rested and does a lot of your feeding shifts even when you insist that it's your turn.
As the two pups grow up, you and Adaman constantly talk about what the kids will present as; bringing forth evidence as if you two were holding court. Dia's possessiveness over you has got Adaman certain that she'll present as an Alpha. She's growled at her sire when he's gotten too close to you and had to be told off; though it wasn't very effective due to Adaman's insistence that it was adorable (which it was). You, on the other hand, are convinced that Gon will present as an Omega. Your precious little boy was too cute to turn out as a burly Alpha; his personality was also much more that of an omega than that of an Alpha, relying on logic over instinct. Gon also scents absolutely everything, including you and Adaman; he physically cannot fall alseep without scenting you two and getting scented back.
Glimpse into the future: Your predictions were correct. Dia has presented as an Alpha and has become one of the most protective people you know; she even outdoes Adaman when it comes to her brother and her papa (you). Gon presented as an Omega; Adaman had to literally lock you in your room to stop you from checking on your son every five minutes during his first heat.
- the family -
The family dynamic is domestic heaven. You and Adaman were made to be with each other, and you were especially made to be parents. Adaman is an incredible father; he takes your kids out almost every day, teaching them things and playing with them while you tend to the house and cook. But don't think for a second that a relationship as unorthodox as yours is that traditional; you and Adaman swap roles very often. One day, you'll be at home and Adaman will be with the kids and dealing with Clan business, but the next you'll be the one taking the kids out and teaching them how to read and befriend pokemon whilst Adaman cooks a meal for you all whilst holding a clan meeting in your living room!
Adaman's whole thing is not wasting time, and he's especially concerned about his time when he could be spending his time with you or the kids! The clan's court and advisors honestly regret pushing Adaman to have kids so quickly 'cause a lot of the early clan business hasn't been tended to just 'cause Adaman wants to spend time with his family instead!
That being said. Adaman couldn't be happier 'wasting' his days away by your side. Spending his days in his sleepwear, cuddling you on the futon as you watch your children play with Adaman's Leafeon and your Sylveon/Jolteon. (Symbolically, the Eevee gifted to you by Adaman would evolve into one of these as they are the only two unused Eeveelutions by either Adaman and Irida! But more than welcome to imagine a different one)
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Sorry about my inconsistent uploads lololololol! I have a job, I have summer work for uni, and i can't be arsed most of the time lol.
I usually wouldn't apologise for my shitty writing schedule but my dumbass did literally tease up-coming fics and then dipped so I feel this is needed lmaooo
But yeah! Really enjoyed writing this (I fucking love ABO), hope u guys enjoyed too!!
