Summer is always either the worse or best time of the year for some people, but when a heat wave happens it's worse than anything in the world. Arceus didn't want to go to the beach but you had gotten a new swimsuit not that long ago. It was a secret of what type it was, but Arceus inside really didn't care.

"Why don't you just let me change the weather? I am the God of ALL CREATIONS after all! I even made the weather!" Arceus complained about the hundredth time. 

You continued to soul crush his hand and drag him towards the beach. "Because you know how I feel about the whole God thing to change the world type stuff. Plus, there's nothing wrong with the beach! You created it for a reason!"

"That's because it was the only way not to drown the land!"

"SHUT UP WE'RE GOING!"

After about half a mile of dragging your boyfriend, you arrived at the beach. It was packed everywhere, but there were still good spots to take here and there. Once you picked a spot Arceus questioned your sense of style. Even though having pure white, long, silver hair was completely normal to him.

He picked at your jacket and shorts, "This is how you're going swimming?"

You blushed and shyly started to unzip your jacket. "Of course not! It was to cover my body from the suns' rays."

Arceus's eyes became bigger and wider after seeing what you were hiding. It was a bikini. It might have been on the tighter side because your breasts were- 

'Shut up!' Arceus shouted in his head, 'I made the human body! I shouldn't be surprised a woman's body does.... that! Or can become like that! JUST SHUT UP!'

While Arceus was lost in thought you were already in the water. At first, it seemed harmless that you were wearing a bikini until  Arceus heard the thoughts of the boys around him. 

'I'd hit that any day.'

'(cup size) isn't bad for her look'

'She looks like an airhead to take advantage of, this should be a good turnout~'

From hearing all these thoughts Arceus couldn't believe that the very creation he created... turned out to be like him. In thought matter, to be accurate. No mortal could EVER be compared to a God like himself. Arceus looked around and saw an opportunity to let them know your (y/n)'s man.

He dashed across the hot, blistering sand, and dived into the water. He sensed where you were and breaststroked his way over. He dived under and saw you were just sitting in one place. Perfect. Once you were five inches away, he grabbed your waste from underwater and gracefully poked his head out of the water. It was like a scene from a movie, the water droplets pouring all around you, the sparkles the sun helped cast the move even helped. 

You blushed greatly as your boyfriend came out of nowhere. He sure could make things romantic when he wanted too. All the boys staring at you sudden turned their eyes away, knowing you're taken by this handsome God.

"W-What are you doing?" You asked, confused but grateful at the same time.

Arceus smiled and hugged you close to him, "Just trying to swim with you, my little angel."

All the girls on the beach were love struck by him, yelling for his attention. The guys simply were left in the dust, knowing full well a single man took away their girlfriend in less than an instant. It was embarrassing to see for all the guys dumbfounded by the moment. 

Arceus carried you bridal style out of the water as the ladies watching him fainted at the sight. Inside your head, you kept a note to yourself, never wear a bikini again. He set you down on the blanket you brought and smiled with love.

"A-Are you torturing me?" You asked as he handed you an ice cream bar.

"This is why I've told you to never dress like that in front of other guys?"

"Huh? I dressed like that for you!"

"Just eat your ice cream," Arceus complained, looking out at the ocean.

You smiled to yourself and knew he was back to his grumpy self. Although, you were still clueless upon why those men were eyeing you from the water. Oh well, at least you both had your share of adventure upon the beach. Meanwhile, Arceus made a mental note to himself to create a better species not thought up from his thoughts.