You missed your friends in Hisui. You missed Akarai and Rei and Laventon. You missed Adaman and Irida. You missed Cylene. You even missed Kamado. It had been about a year since you had returned from the past, tumbling out of the last space-time distortion. Dialga and Palkia had ensured you would make it safely home the moment you left. It was like you were never gone at all.

It had been nearly impossible to piece your life back together the first few months. Everyone around you was exactly the same as when you had left. And you? You felt like an entirely different person. And you were mourning. Everyone you had come to care about in Hisui had died nearly a century ago.

You tracked down a few of their descendants. It had taken a while, researching census data and stalking social media pages. Laventon’s family had returned to Galar, and one of his great great great grandkids was even studying to be a professor. Adaman and Irida’s family lines mixed sometime after you left, but you hadn’t been able to figure out if they had gotten together or if it was their kids. You followed their granddaughter’s social media. She took some really nice pictures. Kamado’s grandson was a professor in Sinnoh, it seemed.

Over the course of your research, you had also come across the very shocking revelation that either Cogita or Volo had descendants in Sinnoh, as well. What’s more, that descendant was the champion. Well, ex-champion, but still. The videos of her battles sent chills down your spine. She used nearly the same team as…him.

You reached out, hardly expecting a response, but she didn’t even question your ‘I fell through a space-time distortion and maybe met your great great great grandpa who was super evil’ story. She just answered any questions you had and asked a few of her own. (Apparently, someone else had summoned Giratina not too long ago, and it didn’t go well for them.) She also pointed you in the direction of the Lumiose Museum, which apparently had an entire exhibit dedicated to Hisui.

You took the next flight there, your suitcase stuffed haphazardly with a random assortment of clothes you had grabbed from the pile on your floor.

The flight to Kalos was long, but you couldn’t fall asleep. The train ride from the airport to Lumiose City felt like an eternity. But eventually, you made it. You ditched your bag at the first (affordable) hotel you found. There had been some ad for it online with maybe three views, but the place looked nice enough.

It took a while to find the Lumiose Museum, but you found it. The person behind the desk tried to greet you, but you bee-lined for the main exhibit without so much as a hello. You had practically memorized the museum map from their website, which you had looked at while you were on the train.

Your breath caught as soon as the exhibit came into view. It was all here. Kamado’s armor was sitting inside of a glass case. Professor Laventon’s sketches were hanging on the wall. A uniform, much like the one hanging in your closet back home, was displayed.

You walk slowly around the exhibit, taking it all in.

You stop to stare up at one mannequin in particular. White tunic. Green pants. You would recognize those weird clothes anywhere. You read the small plaque: ‘This outfit is said to have been worn by the ancient Sinnoh people during their rituals. This group worshiped the Pokémon Arceus as an almighty deity. It is thought that they showed their respect by mimicking Arceus's appearance—even reflected in the way they styled their hair.’

You stare at it for a long time, the world disappearing around you. You remember his smile as he introduced himself for the first time. You remember how he comforted you during your exile. You remember him screaming for your demise. Tears fall before you can stop them.

“Appreciating the exhibit?” the question jolts you out of your daydream, and you quickly wipe your eyes. You hadn’t even noticed the man standing next to you until he spoke. “Are you a historian? I can’t say I’ve seen anyone moved to tears by a few old rags before.”

“I guess you could say that,” you blush. You don’t feel like explaining your entire life’s story to a stranger. Especially not here. But something about him is familiar. It’s hard to see his face past the brim of his baseball cap and the hood of his sweatshirt, but the way he speaks, the way he holds himself, you swear you’ve met before. Was he a descendant of someone? Or had you seen him before your adventure in Hisui and forgotten him? That before seemed like forever ago.

“Ah! Always happy to meet someone interested in the past,” the stranger smiles. Something about the way he does it puts you on edge. “Have you read much on these relics? Such an interesting time.”

“Uh, not much,” you hadn’t bothered to read many history books recently. Especially considering how much they got wrong. “Are you a historian?”

“Me? Oh, no. I am a mere admirer of ruins,” he smiles, and it clicks. You take a step back, hand flying to one of the Pokeballs hanging from your belt. 

“V-Volo!?” you take another step back, ready for him to attack.

“Ah! So it is you! I was curious if you had made it back, or if the resemblance was merely imagined,” Volo says it in the same chipper voice he used during most of your adventure. Before he had revealed his true intentions. Before he had revealed he had been using you the whole time. He tips his hat back, and you can see his face. He looks exactly the same. He hasn’t aged a day.

“How? How are you here?” you try to keep your voice level, not wanting to draw too much attention, but you still grip the Pokeball tighter. Who knows what Volo had up his sleeve this time around? “Y-you should be dead by now.”

“Ah, alas, Arceus has decided I will not know death for a while. Divine punishment. Or perhaps it is simply an unfortunate side effect of the meddling I’ve done with great powers,” Volo’s smile tightens, and you detect the faintest hint of anger in his voice.

“So you’re, what? Immortal?” The thought of Volo of all people living forever is horrifying.

“I suppose,” he hums. “Quite the curse, eh?”

“Curse?” you ask. Why would he call living forever a curse? “I thought you vowed to conquer Arceus, no matter how many centuries it took. Destroy the world and all that jazz?”

“Yes, yes. I did say that,” he nods thoughtfully. “Perhaps that is why I am able to be here now. Arceus certainly has a sense of humor. But you needn’t worry. I abandoned that crusade.”

“Why would I ever believe anything you say ever again?” You spit the words out like venom.

“Yeah, that’s probably deserved,” he laughs. “But! Perhaps a bit of evidence would do you well, seeing as you can’t take me at my word?”

You shouldn’t trust him. You shouldn’t. What if he was planning this? What if he had prepared for your return in advance? Any evidence he had would be worthless. Still, you find yourself hesitantly nodding.

“See this?” he points to the outfit behind the glass. “I donated it to the museum, myself. I certainly don’t plan on using it again.”

“Maybe you just realized how stupid you looked wearing it and decided to wear something else next time you try to control a deity,” you frown. This didn’t prove anything. He didn’t get to waltz back into your life again. He didn’t get to lie to you again. He didn’t get to pretend to care about you again.

“Perhaps,” he winces. “Although, I must say I’m not the one who designed it.”

You don’t say anything, still stanced as if a battle would break out at any moment.

“In any case,” he continues, “I suppose I best be off. Wouldn’t want to spoil your reminiscing.” He turns to leave, and you reach forward.

“Oh no you don’t,” you grab his wrist, stopping him in his tracks. He raises one eyebrow, glancing at your hand. “I’m not going to let you run off and almost destroy the whole world again.”

“I promise I won’t?” he shrugs. “Nearly two centuries is plenty of time for character development.”

“Yeah? How do I know you’ve changed? You tore holes in space and time, for crying out loud,” you think back to the frenzied nobles, the darkened sky, all of it. Now that you think about it, it was odd that wild Pokemon in Lumiose were apparently mega evolving on their own, with no trainer bond to speak of. Maybe that was Volo’s fault. If he was here, it couldn’t be good for Kalos.

“Would anything I do or say ever convince you?” The question is rhetorical. You both know the answer is a resounding no. Nothing would ever make up for what he had done. At least not fully. Even if he had changed and you became best of friends, there would always be the voice in the back of your head wondering if this, too, was a lie. Your grip loosens on his arm, and Volo releases himself from your hold. He rubs his wrist. How hard had you grabbed him?

“Sorry,” you mutter, glancing away from him. He sighs, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket. It was a little weird seeing him in modern clothes, now that you thought about it.

“Your reaction is understandable. Warranted, even,” he looks away, and you follow his gaze to a few of Laventon’s sketches on the wall. He looks… sad? Nostalgic, maybe. “Perhaps we should chat somewhere where the past isn’t looming over us.”

“Probably a good idea,” you glance one last time at the outfit behind the glass. Your reflection stares back.

“There’s a nice coffee shop not too far away,” Volo suggests, his chipper voice and smile back in place. “Drinks on me.”

“Okay,” you agree hesitantly, following him as he begins walking out of the museum and down the street.

“Now, I had thought, given how prevalent phones are nowadays, that I was getting closer to around when you lived, but I didn’t expect you to remember me,” Volo chatters as you walk beside him. Whether he actually wanted to talk or just needed to avoid the deafening silence between you two you couldn’t say. “I can’t say I ever expected you to return from Hisui. You seemed like you had established yourself quite well.”

“I stayed long enough to help, but… we all knew I wouldn’t be able to stay,” you shrug. You don’t bother to tell him the details. You don’t want to give him more than the bare minimum. What if he used that information somehow? You decide to change the subject. “What about you? You’ve just been… living this whole time? You didn’t jump through a space-time distortion to get here?” You try not to sound too accusatory, but it’s clear you still doubt his story.

“No, no fancy distortion traveling for me, I’m afraid. After our little showdown I wandered around for quite a while. If Giratina would not assist me in overthrowing Arceus, I thought another with more power might,” Volo grimaced as he recounted it. Did he actually… regret his actions? Or was he still sore about losing? “I wandered the various regions for a while, searching for something that could subjugate great power.”

“Did you find one?” you ask.

“I found a great many treasures and tools,” he says. “Humankind has tried many times to harness the power of the gods. One even exists here, in Kalos.”

He laughs when he sees your look of terror.

“Don’t worry, I haven’t used it, though others have tried,” he turns into one of the shops along the street, and the two of you stand at the back of the line. The coffee shop is pretty busy, it seems. 

“So… what did you do with them? I can’t imagine a guy like you ever just… giving up,” you glance at the menu, but can’t seem to focus on any of the words. All your attention is on Volo, trying to see if the mask will slip. If you can see through the lies. If he even is lying.

“I was met with failure after failure. And I watched others meet with the same,” he explains. “Did you know someone else tried to summon Giratina recently?”

“Yeah, Cynthia told me about that,” you say it without thinking, and immediately regret it. Volo turns to look at you faster than you think you’ve seen anyone move before.

“Cynthia?” His smile is completely gone, replaced instead by utter confusion.

“Your great, great, great whatever granddaughter, I assume,” you can’t tell if he truly doesn’t know her or if he just didn’t expect you to know her. “She’s the one that told me about the exhibit. Booked the first flight to Kalos I could find.”

“I… didn’t realize you were in contact with my descendants,” he shifts uncomfortably. The line moves forward, and before either of you can ask another question, the woman behind the counter is asking for your order. You hadn’t had a chance to read the menu, and now you don’t have your order ready. Curses! You were going to be one of those annoying people who held up the line.

After embarrassedly fumbling through your order, you sit down at one of the many tables outside. The small coffee is hot enough to burn your hands through the mug.

“So…” you trail off, wondering what you even should say. ‘Thanks for the coffee, it totally makes up for you trying to destroy the whole world that one time’? What were you even doing here? You wanted to see Hisuian artifacts, not the guy that had nearly killed everyone in Hisui (and everywhere else, for that matter). You couldn’t leave him to his devices, but what exactly was the plan? Stalk him forever?

“I believe you were saying something about my descendant,” he sips his coffee, trying to appear nonchalant. He doesn’t succeed. “I must say, I haven't checked in on the family for quite a while. I’ve only been to Sinnoh once since I realized my… unfortunate condition.”

“You sound like a sucky father,” you sip your own coffee, burning your tongue in the process.

“What did you expect?” he shrugs, but there’s a hint of regret in his voice. “I had been too blind. Too… focused on delusions of gradure. Perhaps I should pay her a visit.”

“What changed? What could possibly make you give up on your dream to stand before Arceus and harness his power?” you blow on your coffee, then take another sip. It’s still really hot. Love, obviously, hadn’t been successful. Immortality, or at least a greatly extended life, hadn’t changed him. What was it?

“It was a long series of things, I suppose. You, of course, played a large part in my… let’s call it a change of heart,” he stares into his cup, one hundred years of memories flashing through his mind. You know that look. It’s the one you make when remembering Hisui. The far-off look, staring at something that isn’t there, that hasn’t been there for nearly a century. “I won’t bore you with the details, right now. Perhaps some other time I can regale you with tales of my travels.”

“Mmhmm,” you glare at him. 

“So what have you… been up to recently?” he seems awkward as he asks it, like he’s not used to doing it. You think back to all the times he popped up during your time in Hisui, asking about how you had been and where you had gone. It feels different this time. You’re not on a holy quest. He… doesn’t seem to be plotting anything. What was the motive? Did he actually care?

You didn’t want to talk to him of all people, but he was the first person who had even bothered to ask in… a pretty long time. You had to talk to someone about it. Maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if you chatted about it a little.

“I, uh, came back almost a year ago. Pretty much no time had passed while I was gone,” you swirl your drink in your hands, staring at the spiral in the dark liquid. “I spent a while tracking down as many families as I could, trying to find ways to… I don’t know, say goodbye to people one last time?”

“Oh? That must’ve been an interesting project,” he smiles. It doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Yeah, I guess,” you take another sip of your coffee. “I couldn’t find everyone, but most people have at least a few grandkids scattered around the world. I’ve been thinking of taking a trip across Sinnoh, but I don’t know if I should. It’d be weird seeing everything, now.”

“Yes, seeing what you knew be reduced to nothing more than ruins can be quite… upsetting,” Volo nods. He understands. He’s maybe one of the only people around who does.

“Other than that, I haven’t really… done a lot,” you admit. “I couldn’t really go back to how things were before. Dropped out of school, quit my job. I started hand-making Pokeballs. Turns out some people will pay a lot of money for the novelty of them.”

“I’m… sorry,” he says slowly. Quietly. You blink.

“What?”

“I said I’m sorry,” he says again, a bit louder this time. “I am the reason you were transported to the past in the first place. If it weren’t for my meddling, you wouldn’t be so…”

“Depressed?” you snort, the last dregs of tension washing away. Volo of all people apologizing was the last nail in the coffin. If he was lying and hadn’t reformed, he was a good actor. You’ll trust him, for now. “Yeah, man, you were kind of, like, the worst?”

He doesn’t say anything.

You take a swig of your coffee before continuing.

“Well, if you have changed, I’m glad. Not sure about the immortal curse thing, but I wouldn’t mind you… how did you say it? Regaling me with tales of your travels.” You say the last part in a somewhat mocking accent. Volo laughs. “I’m staying at this really cheap hotel in the city. You should book a room.”

“Keeping me close so you can watch me for signs of turning to evil?” he teases.

“More like I’m just glad to have someone to talk to again,” you laugh. “But yeah! No evil summoning rituals on my watch!”

“I would never,” he smiles.

Bonus:

Volo, checking in to Hotel Z: 

AZ, recognizing him from a few decades back:

Paldea (Arven, Penny, Nemona)

After finishing your mission in Hisui, you decided to confront Arceus, being satisfied with everything you've done for the Survey Corps and the good people of Jubilife Village.

You fully finished the pokedex, fulfilling Professor Laventon's dreams, and were ready to return home.

After some reluctance, Arceus agreed and ensured you wouldn't lose any of your memories, as you didn't want all your feats in Hisui become lost to history.

It warned you that you'll never get to see Rei/Akari, Professor Laventon, the Wardens...or anyone else ever again.

But you've said your goodbyes and were ready to go back.

One warp through a space-time rift later, you were dropped off in Paldea-

Right where Arven, Penny, and Nemona were discussing whether to call off the search for you or not.

As it turns out, you've been missing for months, not long after the Area Zero adventure, and so it's a rather tearful reunion when they realize the person in the old fashioned clothing was you.

You looked tired, scarred, battle-hardened...and yet you smiled as you joked about being "back from the past".

Since then, easing back into modern life was..trickier than you expected.

You still had the habit of crafting pokeballs and potions as you were taught, rather than spend money buying them in bulk (even though you had boatloads because of your champion status).

You tried getting the trio to follow your directions, but they kept fumbling with the tumblestones and didn't know where to attach the iron chunks that made up the clasps.

When you start talking about feather, wing, leaden, and gigaton pokeballs they stare at you in confusion until you realize "oh shit those are outdated".

Nemona is VERY curious about the gigaton ball, however, and so you show it to her--revealing your Alpha Garchomp branded with the "Former Alpha" mark. She got to keep her height.

"Oh yeah, she was a real feisty one. We had a half-hour standoff on a slippery ice mountain slope but I showed her who's boss haha." You laugh as you share the story of how you encountered and tamed her.

Your fellow champion now thinks you're 10x cooler for actually facing a Pokémon head-on....while poor Arven and Penny are shook(TM) and wondered how you made it back alive.

Especially when they discover your scars are from falling and vicious Pokemon attacks

Introducing your Hisuian starter to your Paldean starter was...a little awkward. One recently became a champion's Pokémon and the other faced Giratina itself.

But they eventually shake hands and become besties, becoming members of your party whenever you wanna battle Arven, Penny, or Nemona again.

You keep accidentally calling out agile/strong style in your commands (ie "Avalugg, make an Agile Avalanche!"), but your Pokémon like to pretend they still know them.

Kitakami (Perrin & Bloodmoon Ursaluna)

Returning to Kitakami felt most familiar..and quite comforting considering how traditional everything is.

Festival of the Masks came back around, and while you didn't get to spend it with Kieran nor Carmine this time...you did wind up spending it with somebody else...

Perrin, who you were drawn to after seeing her Hisuian Growlithe getting into trouble with an Arbok and trying to stand up for itself.

Reminds you of a certain late lord's son..

She expresses her thanks for rescuing her buddy, and mentions how you got there "right on time".

You just look into her eyes and see Adaman: the Diamond Clan leader, the kind man who gave you the celestica flute and came to your aid when you got exiled from the village.

He may be gone now, but time didn't allow him to be forgotten.

Because he lives on in somebody else.

Perrin gets concerned when she sees how emotional you're getting, but you just wipe your eyes and say she just reminds you of an "old friend".

When you show her your other Hisuian Pokémon, she's THRILLED and wants to take all of their pictures, delighted to have proof that these creatures existed.

That leads her to ask how you acquired them, and you start talking about your adventures in the very region she's been studying...including the fact you met her ancestor who used to worship Dialga and had an easygoing attitude like her.

Girl is taking notes fr.

Together you seek out the "Bloodmoon Beast", only to discover that it was an Ursaluna who travelled alllll the way to Kitakami from Hisui, the environment causing it to change appearances and abilities.

You were fascinated, wondering what Lord Ursaluna or Calaba would think of him, and made him a member of your team after quelling his rage.

While going on more casual photoshoots with Perrin, you ask her about what Sinnoh is like now or if anyone there knew about Hisui.

She mentions how the elderly folk talk of it, and how the subway battle system was being run by one conductor due to the other going missing...

You find yourself holding your breath---until she says "oh but apparently he came back like yesterday" and you were SO relieved.

'Ingo made it back home, too. Thank you Arceus.'

She plans to invite you to Sinnoh someday, seeing as you're so curious about what it all looks like now.

BB Academy (BBE4, Carmine, & Kieran)

When you got to study abroad at BB Academy, you...sorta forgot all the beef you had with Kieran until you saw him berating a student out in the terarium.

A year later, you're Paldea's champion AND the one who saved Hisui, but you couldn't exactly tell him the latter.

But now you understood why everyone back then calling you a "hero" made you a little uncomfortable.

Ogerpon (who was worried sick about where you've gone all this time), was SO happy to see you were back and got to meet your Hisuian Lilligant. Two plant gals just vibing together.

You find a Kleavor in the canyon biome and become a bit sentimental, happy to see a descendant of the Lord of the Woods had survived to this very day.

He must've known you were the one who helped his ancestor (albeit not without receiving some scars from flying wood chips), as he bowed and began walking alongside you, loyal to a tee.

Least to say, he became a valuable ally when you finally battled Kieran in the championship.

He sees that you've definitely changed a lot, too. You look tougher and he was concerned about where that scar across your eye came from....

But he's still obsessed with winning, and his attitude when talking about Terapagos afterwards reminds you of...well...Volo.

It's such an extreme comparison, and you hate how your brain immediately jumped to that considering that was a legitimate monster of a man who betrayed you.

Yet it feels like such a similar situation when Kieran pits the turtle against you in the Underdepths, obsessed with power and wanting nothing more than to be recognized as "worthy".

At least he wasn't planning on ending the world, just yours.

After you both reconcile, you spill the beans about where you've gone for the past year, expecting him to laugh or shun you again for keeping such a big secret from him.

Instead..he has this star-eyed look and wanted to know MORE.

So during your next visit to Kitakami, you tell him and Carmine some stories of your Hisuian adventures, showing off Kleavor and your Alpha Garchomp.

Seeing that you still liked to make authentic pokeballs and potions made Kieran appreciate you a lot more. Kitakami used to have a lot of those apricorns, tumblestones, and leeks before everything became mass-produced.

Like him, you really became out-of-touch with today's technology, so while he's learning it, you're re-learning it along with him.

Eventually you tell those same stories to the BB E4, who are all just as shocked, amazed, and bewildered as the twins were.

And when they all came to offer up a trade, you knew what to do:

For Drayton, you gave him a Goomy, insisting that he trains it fully, not wanting to spoil the "surprise".

As lazy as he is, he does so and is stunned when Sliggoo is revealed to be chilling in its own shell, and Goodra had its whole shell on its tail, capable of withdrawing into it anytime

Ngl it makes him wish he had his own shell to withdraw into just to escape situations.

For someone like Kieran who likes old-fashioned stuff, you figured a Hisuian Voltorb would suit him best.

Its appearance reminds you of the olden ways pokeballs were made, and he got the hang of crafting a few himself after a little trial and error!

He gets nervous about it exploding like Kantonian Voltorbs at the slightest touch, but is happy to find out it's super friendly and discharges just to spook humans.

As for Carmine, the sharpness in her golden eyes reminds you of a certain ghost type's...and thus you believed giving her a Hisuian Zorua was ideal. You had a feeling she'd love its evolved form.

When she does evolve it, she's stunned that it has reddish highlights like she does, jokingly asking if this is her in "another life".

Least to say, she loves it indeed.

While you were adamant about giving Amarys your Kleavor, you ended up trading her a Scyther and give her a black augurite afterwards, explaining how it's the secret to its other evolution.

She mentioned deposits of that mineral existing within the canyon biome, but it couldn't actually evolve the surrounding Scyther population due to being simulated.

But thanks to you, she gets to witness that in-action because you held onto an authentic piece of it, and she gives you her thanks.

As for Crispin, well, you believed a Hisuian Growlithe was perfect for him. It was energetic, loyal, and full of fire..just like him.

He got teary-eyed at the story you told of the late Lord Arcanine, his son, how you quelled his frenzy, etc..and feels inspired to train the pup you've given him into something incredible.

One thing Kantonian and Hisuian Arcanines have in common? They love spicy foods.

For Lacey, you trade her a Hisuian-born Petili, encouraging her to use the sun stone right away.

She does and is delighted to see Lilligant as such a graceful dancer..who really packs a punch when it counts!

-he also finds it absolutely adorable when you cling onto people in public, he loves seeing your face. later he even asks you about it. And he smiles happily when he feels you cling onto his arm and lightly tug the fabric of his haori.

-i also imagine you just clinging onto his arm as he walks around working or judt doing things in your shared tent in the diamond settlement. or even when the two of you are walking in a secluded area surrounded by wild Pokemon.

-he honestly wouldnt mind spending his time or even missing part of a meeting just to lay down with you in his arms as you crease his back and he creases your hair/head. wouldnt mind spending his time with you at all because he's an absolute sucker for you

-he wouldnt mind doing that all day until you go to sleep in his arms. he would also constantly rub your back through out the night and make you feel all warms oh my god-

-one thing he would constantly do is that he would play with your finger tips, and after a while he will match your finger tips with his and leave it like that for a couple of seconds before slowly intertwining his hand with yours, and you absolutely love when he does that. (this has me blushing oh my god 💀)

-if he ever sees you hesitate to cling onto him or to grab his hand he'll just pull you close to his chest so you could cling onto him or slightly brush his hands against yours before intertwining his with yours.

-i also imagine that one day you were clinging, hugging, etc onto Adaman and your Pokemon appear and push that two of you even closer to each other. if you have a Sylveon i imagine it wrapping its ribbons around the two of you binding the two of you together.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

You silently sat on the edge of the bed in your and Adaman's shared tent in the Diamond Clan settlement. Inside the tent was surprisingly big despite its small appearance on the outside. As you sat your feet slightly hoovered over the floor and you began to slightly kick your feet.

You let out a sigh through your nose as you leaned placed your elbows on your legs and propped your face in the palm of your hands. You starred at your swaying feet for what seemed like hours, you've been waiting Adaman to come back from a meeting. Of course you know that Adaman is an extremely important person and he doesnt just belong to you and only you, but in that moment you cant help yourself. You want to be in his arms and be engulfed in his scent.

After some time you saw a shadow being cast over you. You looked up and it was the one and only, Adaman. You hadn’t noticed his arrival because you were occupied with the thought of… well, him (funny isn’t it?) He had his usual smile on his face and his right hand rested on his hip. Your fingers lightly twitched against the fabric of your pants. Without a word you got up from the bed and embraced him tightly, your force caused him to stumble back a bit.

He regained his balance before wrapping his arms around you. "I missed you.." you breathed out against his chest. "I know I know..." he rested his chin on top on your head and began to rub circles on your back. A sigh of relief left your lips as you leaned more into his touch. "I know you're busy, but please stay..?" He smiled, "Im yours for the rest of the day. My attention is yours, my time is yours"

From then on the two of you spent the rest of the day together in each others embrace. You focused on him, all his attention was yours (same with him), and you made sure to keep as much physical connection with him as possible. :)

Volo head butler of your family's estate. The prime example of a perfect staff member. His bright smile and vast knowledge of history and culture made him not only immensely popular with your family but also with the guests who visit the estate for pleasantries or business.

Capable, elegant and trustworthy as well as a good Pokemon trainer to boot he was the perfect Butler for the eldest child that is to inherit the company the entire estate itself.

If only your father knew what was going on behind closed doors when he was gone for his months-long business trips with your mother.

The scene of pure debauchery, this civilized servant of the high class grabbing you by the neck and forces you into your expensive silk, ready to take you like an animal. Laying his palm on your pert ass until your ass turns red with the mark of hand. The bright smile turning into a dark smirk.

" I am very disappointed in you, My liege. Not only did you disobey your father's number one rule,' going out without the company of another. But you also have the nerve to sass me? Tsk tsk tsk, telling me, 'I can't do my job.' "

A hand comes down on your bare ass again you squeak feeling the heated sting of his bare hand on your plush ass. Your arms struggle against the thick rope tied around your bedpost. Which earned a chuckle from your butler.

"Struggle all you wish, my liege. You may be the successor of the estate, and I may be yours anywhere else, but in the bedroom, As We Lay upon these silky white sheets, you are just as much mine as I am yours."

Volo purrs, giving you a kiss on your back before you hear the wrestling of his pants and belt.

" I'll be good for me while I hand you your punishment~"

The leather of his belt slides against your entrance before he strikes your ass with it. The cold smack of the leather against your skin fills the room. Sinking his teeth into his bottom lip, he hums delightfully at the noises coming from your lips.

Volo grinds against your ass; you can just feel the heat of his big heavy cock sliding between your legs grinding against your most sensitive areas. the head of his cock kissing your tight fuck hole as he grinds shaft up against you. Volo enjoys the feeling of your precum soaking his shaft, teasing himself with your body until he could take no more pressing his head, leaking with precum against your tight hole. Ready to fuck you.

You moan out your butler's name feeling his cock peirce you open

"That's it Master. Take It All In. Take all of me and receive your punishment like a good whore.~"

As soon as he was balls deep inside of you, he began to move. At first, slowly grinding his hips against your ass, making you feel every inch of his cock gliding deliciously against your walls before gradually picking up. Before long, the sound of skin moans and growls fills the room as he slams his hips into you over and over. With one hand on your neck and another on your ass with the belt in hand, ready to strike you once again.

" I wonder would your father would think if they knew how much of a slut you are-." SMACK . "-I wonder how all your friends and business partners think if they knew how much of a fucking bitch you are when you're underneath me-." SMACK "-Tightening around my cock like a common whore as you're about to cum..."

He hisses a wicked smile plastering across his face as he tightens his grip around the back of your neck. You wanted to protest fight back against his slander but the way his cock was kissing the deepest part of your insides made your mind go blank you are already so close as Volo tries to force an orgasm out of you.

"You close, aren't you? I could feel it, I could feel your whore walls milking me. I shouldn't let you have a treat, but I am a gracious servant. Come on, my Liege. Cum! Mark me! Cum around me and Mark me as yours like I always have been!"

Your eyes roll back. The screams of Volo's name are music to his ears as he fucks you through your orgasm.

Your fingernails dig into his back Volo increases his pace jackhammering into you over and over drilling you into your mattress as he chases his own orgasm while you milk him for all he's worth.

"Y-yes! Fuck! K-keep cumming! h-haha! Good, perfect slut. Perfect slut just for me! Taking your punishment so well! C-cumming! Im cumming!"

His legs shake as he slams into you one final time letting his hips still deep inside of you shooting load after load making sure he empties all of himself in you.

You catch your breath when he moves his hand off your neck slumping down onto the bed Volo made sure he stayed inside you making sure every drop of himself was deep. However to your surprise your butler still felt hard. Volo lean down nibbling your ear whispering.

💙 — Firstly, we need to acknowledge the Donphan in the room: the best part of cuddling with Melli is hands-down his hair. It’s so bouncy and silky and soft, especially considering this is ancient Hisui and the resources needed to keep his hair in this condition are not easy to come by, yet Melli can maintain it anyway. You can play with it and run your hands through it, twirling it around your fingers and petting it like it’s a Pokémon’s fur. He’ll grumble and complain about how you’re being so overbearing and intrusive and your hands are so dirty and oily, you’re going to ruin his hair, but he never stops you.

💙 — Because if you know your boyfriend, you know he really loves to complain but is all bark and no bite. Honestly it’s more concerning if he’s not whining at you.

💙 — If you’re cuddling in bed he usually falls asleep facedown on your chest or stomach, giving you perfect access to that hair of his. He may or may not do it on purpose. He may or may not enjoy it when you play with his hair.

💙 — He enjoys when you include your Pokemon in on the cuddle puddle! He doesn’t get to cuddle Pokemon often. Look, Melli loves his Skuntank, but surprise surprise, Skuntank stinks. He’s not keen on doing the same.

💙 — Surprisingly for all he talks, he’s actually pretty quiet when you guys cuddle aside from interjecting occasionally. It’s cheesy, so he’d never say it aloud, but he likes listening to your heartbeat. The steady rhythm is like the ticking of time itself.

💙 — Sometimes, he’ll whisk you away to Moonview Arena for some quality time together. You question if this is actually allowed, but according to him, he’s the warden and he can do whatever. Those times are especially nice, actually. Moonview Arena seems to bring out a tenderness to him like the gentle like of the moon above.

💙 — He’ll tell you stories about when he was a young, much shyer boy, and he would come here for peace and quiet under the solace of the moonlight. It’s shockingly tender and sincere, he usually hates being vulnerable, but it seems the nostalgia of the place brings it out of him. You two sit under the tree beneath Almighty Sinnoh’s shining night sky, and the watchful gaze of Lord Electrode, wherever he may be hidden. He’ll usually rest his head on your shoulder, laughing to himself when his hair gets in your face.

It was quiet but not.

Nothing was ever truly quiet, not that you were trying to make it that way, but the quiet here was different from the quiet you knew of the past, of Hisui.

When you were in Hisui, when you were alone at night, you could hear the caw of Murkrow, or strange wheezing of a Drifloon, or even a Gastly out and about. Back in the Sinnoh region, in the present, there was nothing. The hum of a refrigerator. The honk of a car. Who knew that you would hate living in a city now, after all that you had been through?

People said that you had changed, after you disappeared. What a phenomena, you disappear without a trace for a year, only to reappear in the middle of Celestic Town in old Hisuian attire, without a trace of your memory. Of course, that piece about your memory was a lie. There was no way you could explain what had happened to you without sounding like you were insane.

You couldn’t stand being in Celestic Town for long. Something about the ruins made you feel queasy. So, you moved to Jubilife. It was no longer a small village, but a bustling city. You thought you could be more at peace here, with the spirits of your now long gone friends. Instead, you just felt cold.

There was something about the events of your time in Hisui that just left you hollow. Why was that? What is that you had been gone so long, that you had become one of them? Was it the bit of hatred you had for Arceus, for uprooting you from your life, making you a stranger to your own world? You tried reconnecting with your friends, but after a while, people assume that you’re dead. They move on. Some even laughed, asking why you were acting like their grandparents now. Has your experience changed you that much?

Or was it the bitterness of what happened on Spear Pillar? You visited again, back in this time. You said that it was a hiking trip, that you just needed some time out and about, but really, who were you kidding? It was all just an excuse. And at the top, the answers that you wanted weren’t there. Nothing but the ruins of a place long lost, even more ruined than what they were in Hisui. How unfortunate. You wondered how much destruction was still left from your battle. You looked down, to feel the grooves you were almost certain the two of you caused, but there was no way to be sure. The claws of your Luxray digging in as he launched a Thunder Fang. The cracks forming in the ground from an Earthquake from your Hippowdon. But there was no confirmation of anything.

You didn’t like to keep certain pokemon anymore. You met a powerful trainer with a Togekiss, and almost burst into tears. It was silly, really. You were being silly. And yet, so much of your team simply didn’t exist anymore. Zoroark, Goodra, Avalugg. You had to say goodbye for good to so much, simply from coming back. You didn’t even ask to return here. No, after you finished your mission from Arceus, he plopped you right on back, as if nothing ever happened. At least Ingo seemed to be doing well, from what you had seen on social media. Perhaps if you tried to reach out, he would respond. But he was all the way in Unova, and you were sure that he was busy. Running the Subway seems like a lot of work. Not to mention, you never had the heart to remind him of what was most likely painful.

So, there was nothing to do but sit, looking out the window as you listened to your Glaceon snore. Despite everything, you liked being a trainer. It was more odd not to keep at least one Pokemon, after all. Best to keep things looking at least a bit normal with you. Three seemed like enough. People still commented on how you were such a powerful trainer, that if you put your mind to it, you could easily take on the Gym Challenge and maybe even the Elite Four. You just laughed it off, continuing to work your day job the way you always did. That sort of life wasn’t for you. If you could live the rest of your life in obscurity, you would be happy.

But it seemed that fate was quite the trickster.

Perhaps your time in Hisui made you more aware, more aware than even your Pokemon, of the sounds near the door. You turned, swallowing as you heard the door knob start to rattle. A robber? At this time of night? You quickly ran over to Glaceon, grabbing her and shaking her awake. Quick! Become an attack Glaceon!

She rolled over. Stupid Pokemon.

So, you sat there, watching the door open and swallowing. You might not have recognized his silhouette, changing with the times, but you remembered that damn Togekiss. He really never changed.

“Haven’t you changed? I would’ve thought you would be a great trainer in this day and age. You made it hard to find you!” That voice. You could recognize it anywhere, even if a hundred years passed you by. And well, didn’t they, in a way? Volo easily stepped inside your home, taking the time to even shut the door behind him and take off his shoes while you stood there in shock.

“Y… You should be dead by now. Or have I finally gone insane?” You laughed a bit, running a hand through your hair to try and cover for your nervousness. It didn’t work.

“Which would you prefer to believe?” He asked. You didn’t know how to answer. “Fate is a funny thing. It seems our fates really were destined to be intertwined.” He stepped forward, easily striding into your home as if he owned the place. He looked… Modern. It was so out of place, seeing Volo in a T-shirt and jeans. He wore heavy duty hiking boots and a thick bomber jacket, losing the cap and instead just leaving his hair tied back in a bun, same as before. He had changed too. Were you the only one stuck in the past?

“I-I don’t have the plates, and I couldn’t possibly know where they are after so long! You’ll have to look somewhere else!” You said, still stumbling back. You felt shivers go down your spine as you remembered your last battle, the thought of that horrible shadowy beast appearing in front of you once again leaving you near tears. You only have three Pokémon, for crying out loud! One that only recently finally woke up and hopped to your side, starting to bark at the intruding. Good job, Glaceon. You’re doing great.

“You know, it might not have been a long time for you, but it’s been an awfully long time for me, dear.” Volo’s voice was dripping with that same, awful obsession you recognized from your last encounter on top of Mount Coronet. But, then, it was an obsession with Arceus, with his ideals, however sick they might be. You couldn’t fathom what he wanted now. “That whole time, I wanted to see you. You, the person who defeated me, spread the plates around Hisui so I couldn’t get them, and then disappeared. I thought, after you were gone, there would be no choice but to be a response. And yet, there’s been nothing. Only 12 of them have been found so far, either way.” He was 12 in, that was far too close for comfort. You hated thinking about that. Not to mention, Volo kept stepping towards you, getting closer, closer, until you were finally at a wall, with nowhere else to run. You hated that, hated how blocked in you were in the city. You ought to move if you somehow survived this.

“But now that you’re here… Well, did you even try to be a challenge?” He asked, reaching forward to grab onto you, gripping your shirt tightly. “This whole time, I’ve been thinking about it. I thought at first I would just kill you, but that’s too sweet. Then I thought about how I could ruin you, but you’re not even worth ruining anymore, are you?” He asked. You couldn’t respond. All you could do was look away. He was right. There was nothing left of the person you were in Hisui. It seems that most things just die into the past. Your Glaceon hissed and hit at Volo’s leg, but all he did was push it to the side, looking directly at you. After a moment of silence between the two of you, he just scoffed.

“How pitiful. Lord Arceus’ golden child, abandoned and tossed to the wayside. It seemed time moved on without you.” He said, dropping you before turning to leave. “I’ll leave you to it, then. There’s no fun when you’ve lost your will.” You gasped. Was that really it? You should be grateful, you know that. But, he… The last piece of what was left, of anything you knew from your friends, from Hisui. He was once a friend, wasn’t he? Didn’t Volo once care about you too? You reached out, grabbing onto the back of his jacket, trying to keep him there for a moment longer.

“You’re Just… Going to leave? After all that time looking for me, that’s it?” You asked, trembling all the while. “Over a hundred years, and that’s all you have to say to me? You’re crueler than I thought.” You told him, just looking at the ground. You didn’t know what else to say. Perhaps there was nothing else to say. If only you could see Volo’s expression though, the grin on his face curling into something malevolent. Oh, how far you had fallen. Look how much of nothing you were now, now that Arceus’s blessing wore off. Alone in the world, with no one to turn to. Perhaps the hell of living so long was a blessing in disguise.

All this time, searching for you for revenge. To force you to heel, to make you suffer for the injustice suffered all that time ago. Volo imagined it so many times. The tears running down your face, the horror in your eyes, the quivering of your lips. It was all so deeply ingrained in his mind. But now? You were so soft, pliant even. What were you going to do? There was no hope, no resistance in your eyes. Only the soft wanting to go back to a time where you were important. You could be important to someone. This whole time, you were important to him. Isn’t that the best time of revenge, after all?

“A world without the suffering we have experienced. We are the only two people who innately understand each other, love. The only two people who truly understand the cruelty of existing in this world.” Volo’s reply was strange, but you kept listening. You hated it, but something in your heart responded to it. That was crazy, right? Only someone who truly had nothing going for them would respond to such a thing.

“You know better than anyone how to survive in the wilds. Join me to find the rest. Once we’ve collected the rest of the plates and you’ve grown stronger, you can make up your mind on whether or not to take them back from me.” Volo turned to you, hearing a soft expression that nearly made you melt. You hoped that looking away and the dark would help you hide your embarrassment. Old flames burn long, you supposed.

“You’re making a mistake. I’m going to stop you and keep things right, just like before.” You said, already starting to arrange things on the couch to let him stay the night. No way you’re packing your stuff to leave in the middle of the night just to leave. You needed to arrange things so that your fridge wouldn’t rot while you were gone, your job, the whole works. Luckily, you had quite a bit of money saved, and well, you could hold your own in a battle.

“I know.” Volo replied, already making strides to come close to you, refusing to let himself be too far from you lest you forget his presence, setting his bag down and watching as his Togekiss came closer to your Glaceon, as if trying to say hello. Glaceon hopped up, its fur pointed up in distress as it looked to you as if to ask what to do. You simply shot her a look, telling her to play nice. Don’t fight battles you can’t win. “Still, it’ll be nice to have a traveling partner, no? I’ve had other ones, but none are quite the same as you.” And he smiled as he watched your face flush, your nervous disposition suddenly rise. Ah yes, it was going to be so easy.

When you’re longing for comfort, it’s so easy to convince you that he was in the right. The two of you were kindred spirits, after all. And even if you decided in the end that you would face him again, well.