Hello! While I was doing the classes and Salvatore (the language teacher) gives you words in other languages and asks what they mean. He did this with 'I love you' and that gave an idea. What if reader and Arven are both in that class and Salvatore notices Arven's crush on reader (I feel like Arven's the type to stare at his crush and then get caught and get all shy about it) and tries to encourage him to confess. Sry this was a bit long. Hope you have a wonderful day/night!
WAIT STOP this is so frickin’ cute wtf 😭😭😭 Don’t be sorry at all for the long prompt!! The more details regarding what you’re looking for, the better :D
I hope you don’t mind that I went with a gendered reader – it just kinda naturally flowed out of me this way ;;w;; Enjoy! x
Love Languages | Arven x F!Reader
Rating: Teen+ | WC: 1,744
I have a crush on my best bud. I can’t help it. It happens, it’s not a big deal, and she definitely doesn’t need to know. But, I’m unfortunately far from subtle in my affections.
She’s just… so damn pretty. The way her hair shines no matter the lighting, the glimmer in her eyes when she’s excited, the blush on her little cheeks when she’s praised. With her brains, strength, and kindness on top of all that, it’s hard not to be totally enamored.
Enamored enough to, y’know… check her out, every once in a while. I guess.
One time, Salvatore caught me in the act. She was answering a question of his during one of his lectures, and my eyes remained on her just barely too long. When he finished addressing her, our teacher looked at me, and his eyes widened. He glimpsed at her again, then back at me, and he winked.
Now, I know Salvatore’s a good guy. He’s friendly, he often has his students’ and Pokémons’ best interests in mind, and he’s lackadaisical when it comes to grading and due dates… But I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t a little shit.
Whether I’m peeking at my buddy in class or grabbing lunch with her in the cafeteria, if Salvatore sees it, he gives me a look. Like, one of those “I see, I see…” sort of looks. It’s terrible. I could only ever hope to Arceus that her steel trap brain is oblivious to it.
Today, little buddy and I talked a bit before class – easy enough, with her sitting diagonally in front of me – and eventually Salvatore mosied on in, with his typical greeting. “My dear friends!” and so on. My bud turned around towards her desk, I got out my notebook and stuff, and everything went how it usually does, at least at first.
“Now, mes amis – my friends, that is! I’ve decided to change up our typical lesson format a bit.”
Oh?
“In le cours d’ajourd’hui – today’s class – we will learn about a very special phrase that you can put to use when the time is juuust right!”
Salvatore smiles and scans the room as usual, searching for a reaction. But this time, before continuing, his eyes linger on me.
“Ai shiteiru! Je t’aime! Te amo! Ich liebe dich! Does anyone know what these phrases mean?”
After a few quiet moments, little buddy raises her hand, and I notice what seems like a small blush on the side of her cheek. Salvatore calls on her to answer, and it comes out… timid?
“T-they mean, um… ‘I love you.’”
Hearing those words from her mouth makes my heart pound in my chest.
“Très bien!” My eyes feel like they’re gonna pop right out of my skull as Salvatore turns to me. “It’s so very important to express your feelings about things to others, you know!”
…He’s scheming.
Salvatore slowly walks across the class, inspecting us all. “So, mes merveilleux élèves – my wonderful students – I’m going to be setting you up into pairs.”
No.
When he reaches my row, he stops. He’s watching me. “I want you to practice amongst each other!”
Nope!
“I’ll supply you with worksheets, made by yours truly,” he saunters over to the podium and grabs a stack of papers, “so that you all have prompts to work with! That way none of you will find yourselves à une perte pour les mots – at a loss for words, that is!”
No thank you!
Whispers erupt amongst my peers. “Is he serious?” “This is so humiliating…” “What if I get paired with… you know?!” My eyes wide, I look around, studying everyone’s expressions and eavesdropping on their reactions to today’s lesson. At least I’m not the only one who’s worried.
My gaze lands on my buddy, and she’s staring down at her desk. The same flush that coated her cheeks when she answered his question is still there – if anything, it looks a bit darker now.
“Oh my!” Salvatore laughs, interrupting the chatter. “Have I embarrassed you all, my friends?”
No shit, man.
My brain turns to oatmeal as I zone out on my notebook. Salvatore continues instructing, and he’s probably trying to give me some kind of “wink wink, nudge nudge” of sorts, but it’s falling on blind eyes and deaf ears.
He wouldn’t pair me up with her… would he? It would make the most sense for him to just pair us as we’re paired in our desks, right? Right?!
Two by two, the other students begin to shuffle around. And eventually, Salvatore calls my buddy’s name… followed by mine.
“Come get your assignments, you two!”
I hate him.
I pack up my things, as does little buddy, and we both make our slow trek up to the front of the class.
As Salvatore gives us our work for the day, he says, “Bonne chance – good luck!”
Fuck off.
Sighing, I stare down at the paper in my hand while we make our way to one of the last sets of empty desks available. My bud’s uncharacteristically quiet as we settle in, grabbing our pens and reading over the worksheets in front of us.
“So…” I prompt, wanting to get this over with. I can’t even look at her right now. “Y-you ready?”
When I don’t hear a verbal response, I look to my side, and she nods. Her face is still rosy, and she won’t look at me, either. Nerves getting the best of me, I do the only thing I really know how to do in a situation like this: I ramble.
“Er, the first part here is to just match up the phrases with what languages they are. Easy enough…”
“Mhm,” my friend hums quietly.
“Alright, number one…” I can’t even bring myself to say the words out loud. Why is this so embarrassing?! At the end of it all, this is nothing more than an assignment, right? “...is Johtoan.” I peer up, and while writing down her answer, my bud nods.
This continues until we complete the first section of our work. Maybe this won’t be so bad… as long as we don’t talk much, we’ll avoid any embarrassment, right?
“How are we doing, vous petits tourtereaux?” Salvatore asks. I don’t know what that last part meant, but little buddy seems to. Her eyes widen and she tenses up, her cheeks flushing.
I squint at him. A look that says “You suck, and this feels like betrayal.” While doing so though, I verbally answer, “N-nous c’est bien…?”
“Nous sommes bons, but I appreciate the attempt, Master Arven!” Salvatore winks, before suggesting, “You know, practice makes perfect.” Yeah, and? “Why don’t you two discuss the lesson amongst yourselves?” No. “You won’t improve without expérience de vie réelle – real life experience – after all!”
“Er, we’re alri–”
“O-okay.”
My head whips towards my buddy. When I look back up at Salvatore, he has a menacing grin on his face. He mutters something in Kalosian before moving onto another pair of students. I turn to my left again, and watch as my friend places down her pen, before shyly peering up at me to her right.
Are her pupils always so big?
It’s probably just the lighting. Or I’m just seeing shit. Whatever.
“So…” she mutters. She looks down at her paper and fidgets with the corner. “We can just… go down the list here, I guess?”
“Yeah, sounds good.” That accidentally came out as a whisper, but she heard it well enough to begin.
My buddy clears her throat, then mutters, “Um…” she pauses briefly, shifting herself to sit facing towards me. I do the same. “J-je t’aime.”
Her eyes almost look hopeful as they flicker up to mine, then back down at her worksheet. Oh Arceus this is gonna be harder than I thought.
“...Wǒ ài nǐ.”
More silence. Swallowing a lump in her throat, my buddy furrows her brows, then looks me in the eye. It’s like she’s hyping herself up… so cute. “Te amo…!”
Oh.
T-that had more of an effect than I expected.
My eyes widen, and hers follow suit. She looks down promptly, while my cheeks redden to match hers. I quietly keep the flow going. “Ai shiteiru.”
“T-ti amo.”
“Didn’t you just say that one?” I softly tease. I’m relieved to see her shoulders relax a little, and her beautiful lips curve into one of her beautiful smiles, as I make light of what’s going on.
She shakes her head. “Different languages.”
Mirroring her grin, I keep up the antics. “Bullshit.”
“It’s true! Ask Salvatore.”
I glimpse over at him, and having heard his name, he’s already looking at us. I shake my head at him and turn my attention back to my friend. “N-no, it’s alright.”
We fall into another silence, so I go again. “Salanghaeyo.”
Gnawing the cap of her pen, little buddy meets my eye again. “I-ich liebe dich.”
Fuck.
In a trance, we both seem to not want to pull our irises away from one another… so we keep going, just rambling based off of the word banks in our brains.
“Mahal kita.”
“Ya tebe lyublyu.”
“Se agapó.”
“Volim te.”
“I love you.”
Both sets of eyes widen.
I… wasn’t supposed to use our own language.
See, I could easily pass this off as an easy mistake now, but something is stopping me. I take in a deep breath, my eyes scanning my friend’s face. Somehow, her eyes focus even harder on me. Like she’s having some sort of revelation. Like… like she wants me to say more.
I wonder if…?
“...I love you,” I repeat, adding her name to the end. Trying to look more serious, in spontaneous hopes that she knows I’m serious.
Taken aback, she squeaks. Her mouth opens and shuts a few times. “I…” she pauses, looks down, then looks at me again. “I love you… Arven…”
…!
“You…? Wait, a-actually?”
Fidgeting with her pen in her hands – focusing hard on the way she’s twirling it between her fingers – she nods. She grins to herself, too shy to meet my eyes.
“I… oh my god, I love you!”
I look towards Salvatore. My mouth’s agape. I silently mouth the words, “IT WORKED,” in his direction. He beams, and a broad smile forms across his features.
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Can you do an Arven x f! reader who likes to wear his shirts?
Of course!! I'm sorry it's a bit short/if there are any errors, I was super tired while writing this ;;w;; I hope you like it! 💕
Snug as a Scatterbug | Arven x F!Reader
Rating: G | WC: 688
The first time you wear one of Arven’s shirts, he’s very puzzled.
Standing at the doorway to his room, he watches you work. He left a few moments ago to grab some snacks, and when he came back, the last thing he expected to return to was his girlfriend standing topless in front of his closet. At first, this leaves him speechless and flustered.
Then, he observes as you pick his favorite, comfiest, yellowest sweater out of his wardrobe and toss it over your head. This is where the confusion ensues.
“...What are you doing?” he asks, leaning against the doorframe while his lips curl into a grin.
You stop flattening out the hem of his sweater, freezing in place. You’ve been caught red-handed. Rather than explaining yourself, outwardly panicking, or apologizing, you simply mutter, “Don’t worry about it,” before continuing to situate yourself in his clothing. You don’t even turn around to address him.
He won’t lie to himself – something about seeing you with his shirt engulfing your tiny frame has Butterfrees going nuts in his stomach. There’s something simultaneously adorable and hot about the sight of you in his favorite article of clothing; about how the fabric reaches your knees, and the sleeves go past your hands, creating little paws when you lift them up. Not knowing how exactly to respond to this situation, Arven decides to leave it be.
The next time you wear one of his shirts, it’s his white uniform top. ‘Why that old thing?’ he silently wonders.
You two don’t even have classes to attend that day – you’re just grabbing sandwiches at the local Every Wich Way. The shirt you had on originally matched your outfit more than this, too – your pastel pink leggings worked better with the pastel purple hoodie you had on up top.
Feeling his cheeks burn hot when he peers down at the way his dress shirt drapes over you, he decides once again not to question it. It’s not like you’re gonna keep stealing his stuff, right?
…‘Again?!’ Arven thinks to himself the third time.
He left you alone to take a shower and change after a long day outdoors with your teams, and when you return to him, another one of his sweaters is consuming your torso. This one is a black, Shiny Wooloo wool turtleneck that he bought while interning at a restaurant in Galar a few years back.
“I gotta know,” he prompts, getting up from his spot on the couch and walking towards you. “Why do you keep taking my shirts?”
Your cheeks redden, and you look away from his face. “Thought I told ya not to worry about it, punk,” you sass.
Arven laughs. “I’m not worried, I’m just confused.” You try to walk by him, but he stops you with your ultimate weakness: head pats. As his large palm lands on your scalp, you stop in your tracks. “I don’t mind you wearing my stuff, it looks adorable on you anyway,” he reassures you behind a wide smile. “I just wanna know why.”
You sigh, before bashfully answering, “Your clothes are really cozy, and they smell good.” You fidget with the oversized sleeves around your hands, finally looking up at him. “Feels like you’re constantly hugging me when I have one of your shirts on... It’s nice.”
Arven nearly keels over. ‘So cute!’ If this man wasn’t already head over heels for you, he definitely would be now.
From that point on, Arven goes out of his way to offer you his clothes. Oh, you wanna stay over for a night? Screw those pajamas, take one of his tees instead.
Is it chilly out? Toss one of his sweaters, maybe even one of his jackets, over your own shirt to keep warm.
Not seeing each other for a few days? He’ll offer you half his wardrobe. “That way you never run out of hugs!” he proclaims, making you feel warm and fuzzy inside.
Now that Arven knows your “secret,” he might love seeing you wear his shirts just as much as you love wearing them, if not more.
Summary: “I nudge my way through his forest of hair and latch onto his throat – wanna give him the same pseudo-bolt strike he hit me with earlier. Gooserene bumps sprout along his skin at the first lick.
Desiring more than that from him, I trail my dominant hand down his broad neck; his strong, stocky chest; and his cute, slightly chubby belly. Finally, I gently cup him through his sweatpants.”
Author’s Note: My headcanon age for Arven is that he’s a young adult, somewhere between 20-24 years old. If this proves to be wrong in the future, please consider him to be aged up to this range!
Likewise, for the sake of the continuity (i.e. Little Buddy and whatnot), you have a similarly tiny stature to the main character in Pokémon SV. For the sake of all of us, your character here is not a teenager lol, but instead roughly the same age as Arven, give or take a few years.
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“As if I’d ever want to stop.”
While Arven speaks, he shimmies my pants down just below my butt, and squishes it in both hands. Then, in one swift motion, he lifts me slightly up and lays me down in the grass, slipping my shorts off me entirely.
As he gets a good view at my lower half for the first time, he looks amazed. Arven wastes no time putting his dominant hand to work, simultaneously nipping and kneading at my thighs.
“Ahh–Arven!”
I’m fucking mesmerized by how he appears to know exactly where to press to make me quake. Enamored by how well he’s catching onto my responses already. And I sure as hell don’t miss the way his eyes darken, while he drinks in the sight of me writhing and moaning beneath his touch.
“Look at you,” he mumbles. “Am I really doing that alright?”
“Fuck,” I curse under my breath, nodding at him. “You’re perfect.”
Now that he’s made sure I’m thoroughly enjoying what he’s done so far, Arven kisses his way across my thigh before putting his mouth on me. His tongue is magical. I instinctively buck into Arven’s lips, and deciding that he wants more control, he splays a hand across my stomach to hold me down. Even without my guidance, he sucks and licks in all the right ways.
Just as he did with his hands, Arven’s paying attention to every twitch of my hips; reading every expression on my face, as if it’s an instruction manual; squeezing on the soft skin of my side and tummy any time my eyes stray from him, to silently remind me that I’m all his.
He sends me over the edge way sooner than I’d expected. That piercing, hungry gaze bores into mine as I cum, running my fingers through his fringe and moaning his name like a prayer.
As I finish, I trail my gaze up to the cloudy night sky. Post-nut clarity reminds me that we’re thousands of feet below mainland Paldea. Who woulda thunk that this is where I’d pull my crush and take his virginity?
I easily shake the thought from my head and watch with hearts in my Arceus-forsaken eyes as Arven eats me clean. Overstimulating me so well. I shudder and groan some more, cursing under my breath.
“Please,” I whisper. Wanting him to fill me so badly but not being able to verbalize it through the sensations. Arven hums inquisitively against me, sending vibrations through my body. “Need you.”
Smirking, he brings his body up over mine. His forearms rest on either side of my head and his hips between my legs while he kisses my lips, then my forehead, and then whispers how good I’m being for him. Arven grinds against me, pulling another whine from my throat while I melt at his praise.
Continuing to rut his clothed, hardened nether against mine, he teases, “I wonder what everyone would think if they saw their rough and tough new Champ being such an angel for me.”
My hands move up from their spot against Arven’s chest, and I wrap my arms around his neck.
“Don’t care what they’d think.”
I nudge my way through his forest of hair and latch onto his throat – wanna give him the same pseudo-bolt strike he hit me with earlier. Gooserene bumps sprout along his skin at the first lick… off to a good start! Desiring more than that from him, I trail my dominant hand down his broad neck; his strong, stocky chest; and his cute, slightly chubby belly. Finally, I gently cup him through his sweatpants.
…Holy shit, he’s so thick.
Arven sighs my name, preceded by a quiet “Fuck,” as I trail my fingers up and down the outline of his shaft.
When I notice a wet spot of precum seeping through the fabric, I halt tending to his neck, unable to stop my lips from curling up. I take the silent encouragement as a sign that it’s okay to push his pants down. Arven obliges by elevating his hips slightly, and as his cock springs free, it bounces once against my leg with a satisfying tap.
I don’t waste time getting back to it, eager to feel what he’s like without anything in the way. I trace each vein, toy with the head, and tease light pumps along his length. Memorizing his shape while he breathes pleasured sighs and hums against my shoulder. Arceus, he sounds so sexy. This angle is tedious — I have to reach between our laid bodies, and don’t have much room to work — but I guess I’m doing fine.
“Hold on.”
Oh. Or not.
I promptly stop, hoping I didn’t do anything to sour his experience. “You okay?”
He nods. “Yeah, I’m…” he laughs, and it sounds a little shaky. “I don’t wanna cum before I can fuck you,” Arven mutters, lifting his head to get a better view of my face. “But this feels so amazing, and–” Feeling evil, I give him a little squeeze. “Shit, stop that!” I stick out my tongue while he laughs, bushy brows downturned.
“Sorry…”
“No you’re not.”
“No I’m not,” I confirm with a goofy grin.
I fidget with Arven’s tee shirt so that I’m not tempted to mess with him some more. He continues to look down at me, making me feel a little self-conscious after a few seconds pass. I tear my eyes from his with a slight tilt to the side.
“W-what?”
Shifting his weight further onto his left arm, he brings his right palm to my face, lifting it softly to look back up at him. “That smile is…” Arven leans down, and finishes his sentence while barely brushing against my lips. “So goddamn beautiful.”
Oh.
He closes the gap and places a soft few kisses on my lips. My heart flutters in my heaving chest while I smile through the contact, feeling unbelievably giddy…
And then my eyes shoot back open while I squeak out a surprised (and loud) moan. Just when I thought we were having a sappy moment, Arven slipped into me. That sneaky bitch.
“Gotcha,” he grunts through a cocky smirk that’s only betrayed by his upturned brow.
I wanna rebuttal, but my “Fuck you!” morphs into an “Oh god,” halfway through, rendering it a lost cause. Arven eases his way further in and we groan in unison.
“S-so tight, fuck.”
Our breaths struggle in tandem as he bottoms out, my eyes not leaving the sight of him inside me. Something I’ve felt like a creep daydreaming about all this time is finally coming to fruition. I look up and notice Arven watching too… maybe he was thinking the same things all along.
We take a few moments to gather our bearings, his forehead resting upon mine. I hold my hand against his bangs to keep them from falling directly into my eyes, and I wordlessly let him know that I’m ready for him to move whenever he is by offering a small nod. Arven’s eyes scan my face. As he eases his way out, I bite my lip with anticipation while studying his expression. Thrusting back in, only slightly less slowly than the first time, I lose sight of him. My eyes roll shut, and the grip that isn’t in Arven’s hair is breaking apart the poor grass below us. He pauses again, and I open my eyes to see his shut as well.
“You okay?” I whisper, softly rubbing my thumb against his temple.
Arven opens his eyes as he nods, then laughs quietly. “Didn’t think my first time would be like this.”
“Like… in a good way?” Answering me through actions, Arven inches out more assuredly before snapping his hips against me. “Shit!”
“No,” he rolls his eyes to emphasize his sarcasm, picking up his pace. “This is terribleooh fuck.”
Arven plasters his lips onto mine as he finishes moaning my name, swallowing my desperate whimpers. He feels so fucking good.
Lewd slaps and soft spoken profanities fill the night air. They’re the only things that can be heard – the crashing waterfalls further down the Great Crater and the occasional chirp of wild Pokémon nearby pale in comparison.
Growing sweaty from all the activity, Arven slips out for a moment to lean up and take off his shirt. I’ve always assumed I’d see his half-naked form at some point, but at, like, the beach or something. Never thought I’d be blessed with it occuring in this context. I don’t shy away from leaning on my elbows and drinking in his body, obsessed with how… normal he looks, in the sexiest sense of the word.
There are patches of short body hair freckling his torso – shaved recently enough that it’s barely there, but long enough ago that it’s beginning to grow back. He has a soft yet sturdy physique, courtesy of all the time he spends eating his delicious creations and exercising via outdoor expeditions. And his bare skin is kissed with pretty little birthmarks, in places never seen by eyes other than his own before now.
He’s so, so stunning.
I come up to a kneel and steal Arven’s mouth again. Feeling his unclothed chest, tummy, and sides; tasting every bud of his tongue that he allows me; craving every single inch of him. I only retract to slink my own shirt off.
Arven pulls away and mutters some Paldean that I don’t understand under his breath, as his hands roam my body. A soft breeze blows by us as he trails up my sides, thumbing at my nipples and scratching my back with the other eight fingernails. Can’t tell if my prickling skin is because of the wind, or his touch. For the upteenth time tonight, our lips meet, but this time he’s simultaneously laying down and pulling me on top of him.
Feeling way too eager, I sink myself onto Arven’s cock as soon as we’re comfortable. We both shiver with each bounce I make, and he squeezes my hips tightly while I utilize his chest as leverage. I lean my upper half forward, moving one of my hands to the ground beside him. I then trail my free fingers across his jawline, hovering my lips just above his while I tug his chin up towards me, without closing the gap.
He mewls my name into my mouth, followed by the most earnest “Holy shit~” I’ve ever heard from him. I fill his own jaw with unintelligible swearing and moaning, drunk off his hands, his husky voice, and how full I am.
“You’re s-so fucking thick,” I murmur through hooded eyelids, swallowing through a deep breath before I continue. “Feels s’good.”
As if my words were the pep talk he needed, Arven takes back the lead. He lifts my hips a little higher than I’ve been bringing them, allowing himself to buck up into me as he cups my face against his. His pumps are borderlining erratic, and the wanton noise that comes from my throat has me worrying that Nemona, and Penny, and the fucking Professor – wherever they are – will all hear this.
Struggling to speak through his own moans, Arven drowns me in praise. “Listen to you, making such cute sounds for me.” I nearly die. “Y’feel so perfect around me…” Oh Arceus. “You like it when I fuck you this hard, little buddy?”
…
I snort through the pleasure, and then we both fall into a fit of giggles as we realize how weird it sounds for him to call me that in this context. Our foreheads crash into each other as we both keel over a bit, him forming into a crunch while my body folds inward. All the while, Arven doesn’t stop ramming into me, which just makes things funnier.
I vigorously nod as I lift my head, brushing it off. Don’t care if it’s strange that he called me “little buddy” while [redacted] inches deep inside me, because frankly, it would be weirder for him to stop calling me that. My cheeks hurt from laughing, while fucked-out tears filter my vision.
“I love it, Arven,” I lilt, both our smiles refusing to falter. “Please don’t fucking stop!”
I gently place my forehead on his, my hands clutching his shoulders for dear life while I gaze into his murky aquamarine orbs. Arven squeezes his hand between us to tend to my front. Working with newly familiar territory while repeating his earlier commendations of how good I am, how much of an angel I am, how tight I am. He seeks reassurance too, and works me harder and faster as I tell him how incredible he is.
“M’gonna… oh god, Arven, holy fuck!”
Arven wrings another orgasm out of me, patiently fucking me through it while putting off his own. As I’m coming down from my high, my sweaty chest pressed against his, I nuzzle myself into the crook of his neck. I sleepily mutter sweet nothings through more overstimulation. In between soft kisses, I add, “Want you to cum too… please.”
My name is mewled by a raw voice, followed by “Fuuuh— where? Quickly.”
“Anywhere,” I pause to unleash a moan I couldn’t keep pent up. “Please cum for me, just use me~”
Another throaty moan comes from him, and he slams into me a few more times, no longer holding back. It’s utterly animalistic. Not that I’d complain.
He pulls me off, and I scoot down to kiss his hips while jerking him through his completion. I take note of how Arven twitches and humps slightly into my grasp. Watch him scan my body and movements without shame. His elbows are propping him up, and the sexiest expression I’ve ever seen is adorning his face. Once he’s done, I begin to lick him clean of the thick ropes painting his stomach, prompting a surprised gasp.
“What?” I mumble, suddenly feeling embarrassed at how impulsively I did that. Good god. “S’not like we have a rag or anything down here…” I trial off with a poor attempt to cover my actions.
He laughs, shaking his head. “No, you’re… oh Arceus that was so hot, c’mere.”
Arven sits up and motions for me to get closer to him. I oblige, wrapping my arms around his neck while his consume my waist.
“That was amazing,” he murmurs against my shoulder. “Love you.”
This isn’t the first time he’s said it, nor will it be the first time I’ve said it back, but it’s only ever been — or at least seemed to be — platonic. This exchange takes on a whole new meaning now.
I saw the HCs of Arven w/ a crush and loved them, so I wanted to ask; how would he deal with his best friend/crush being extremely flirty w/ him, but in that kind of half-joking way? Just constant compliments, pet names, comments alluding to "haha wouldn't it be funny if we were dating-", and just generally MC seemingly delighted in making him blush.
Would he be more confident and ask them out sooner, or does he get desensitized pretty quickly and consider it all an inside joke?
『 Mixed feelings 』 Arven x GN!Reader
AAAH TYSM ANON!! I love this idea sm LSKDOEJFJE
If Arven only sees you as a friend, he'll just laugh and think of it as a joke.
But if Arven genuinely has feelings for you, he gets REALLY flustered and starts having mixed signals from you.
Like: 'Do they actually feel the same way?' or 'Are they just poking fun?'
At first he'll be in absolute denial if he realises that you like him back.
If it's just a joke while Arven is crushing on you, he'll get really disappointed :(
If you both have a crush on each other and those flirty jokes were genuine, Arven will have better confidence in asking you out.
Plus, you adore the blush on Arven's face as he tries to hide his face away from yours.
Could I get some HC about how Arven would deal with a crush? Would he be able to not be super flustered and embarrassed around them? 😊
『 Butterflies 』 Arven x GN!Reader
I LOVE THIS REQUEST SM!!!!! Who doesn't love a flustered shy lil man???
It will take A VERY LONG TIME to realise his feelings.
But when he gets those feelings, he's screwed.
Since his parents were never around, Arven doesn't really understand love. The only familial love he has is with Mabostiff.
When he starts having romantic love, Arven has no clue what to do.
Everytime he sees you, he'll stare dreamily until someone snaps his attention back to reality.
It'll be difficult for Arven to approach you casually.
One time you said hello to Arven, he just started jumbling and mumbling random words together with a beet red face.
He's WAY too shy to normally speak to you the way he did before he started crushing.
You end up mistaking his actions for Arven ignoring you, which makes you feel annoyed and upset :(
Arven catches on and he spills a mountain of apologies and does confess in the midst of it. He's just so hopelessly in love with you he doesn't know what to do!
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