Pokemon Boiz x Reader

Ilima x Reader

My great friend PokemonGladion made an awesome request but I just don't know how to do it so.... this is gonna be super horrible. 

STORYTIME!

You were an orphan in Johto. But now they were making a new interregional program for orphans like you. Richer familiar with more fortune would take in the orphan like a foster family until someone turns up for adoption. Of course, he family would need to agree first.

You were helplessly wandering the streets of the new Hau'oli City. It was so much different than the Goldenrod orphanage. Nothing was run down, worn, or broken. You had trouble finding the house your tiny slip of paper read. Your only friend, houndour, walked beside you despite it missing its front left leg. You had a tiny bag with whatever belongings you did own slung over your shoulder.

"U-uh...is it th-this way?"

You stuttered to yourself. You practically covered the whole city before you met someone on the street. Everyone glared at houndour But That was to be expected.

"Hello, are you looking for Ilima's residence?"

You nodded extremely shyly and showed the mysterious pink haired stranger the paper. He looked about as old as you. Houndour easily trusted this boy. The boy smiled, crouched down to pet Houndour, and then stood back up to you.

"I'm Ilima. Why don't I show you where you'll be staying until we can find you more suitable parents."

He was so kind so far, so polite. You followed him to the large mansion you passed over and over again. You'd never thought this was where you'd stay. Your self esteem wasn't very high...

"Th-this o-one?!"

Your voice was barely a whisper but he could still hear it. His gray eyes poured into your own, bringing its own sense of warmth into them and nodded. He opened the door. Houndour happily skidded inside and met with an Alolan weasel Pokemon you had no clue what it was. You kept your limbs to yourself and walked in. The place was huge!

"Woah..."

"Woah indeed. Now, would you care to tell me your name?"

"M-my n-n-name? It's (your name)."

"(Your name), how lovely."

He smiled again and you felt another pang of warmth and a tingling sensation in your chest. What was this? It was some sort of new feeling that you didn't want to leave you. Every time he looked away a sense of coldness would wash over you. But when your eyes met and bois lips curled it was like drinking hot cocoa in the winter. Warm and refreshing.

-

You smile as you remember the time you first came here, houndoom resting on the bed next to you. You look around in the room and sigh. You've been with them for five long years and nobody wanted you. You were too old for adoption now. There was a knock at the bedroom door.

"(Your name)? We have something to discuss with you."

Ilima walked into the room with his Smeargle at His side, most likely for moral support. You both were nearing eighteen now, so he looked differently than before. The trial captain satmoj the bed next to you and close to houndoom to be able to stroke his black And orange fur. Ilima kept his head down.

"Something to...discuss?"

He sighed and his eyes poured onto your own once more. There wasn't a warmth this time. A pang of guilt washed throughout your veins. Did you do something wrong by mistake again?

"We Dont think you'll ever get adopted at this point. I'm sorry."

You looked down. Houndoom woke up and perked up his head at hearing this. He looked at you sympathetically. You knew this would happen, just a matter of time. You nodded.

"I know."

"However we have good news. You can stay with us in Alola for as long as you want."

Wait...

"But what about when you get your own family, wouldn't you want to live here?"

"Precisely my point."

"Wha-"

"I want you to be my bride."

Time was dead and gone. Did dialga die jsut now or something because everything froze. The warmeth flooded into your system causing your heart to beat fast. The sensation overflowed from your chest and the excess went to your cheeks amkign you lightheaded and blush drastically. WHAT!?

"Y-y-you want m-m-m-me to b-be your br-br-br-BRIDE!?"

You haven't stuttered like this in yesrs. Ilima smiled and nodded like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Houndoom was clearly happy for you but staying quiet not to disrupt the mood.

"Yes. If you'll have me."

"Ilima YES!!!"

You tackled him into a hug on the bed, taking the pink haired man by surprise. He chuckled and held you close. Engaged at eighteen. Who'd ever think, huh?

This was terrible and I'm so sorry!

~Eva