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softquietsteadylove · 2 years

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I see your thenamesh pkmn au and I raise you: Gilgamesh is actually a pokemon ranger! Rather than training and battling pokemon, he has a bond with them! He protects locals from enraged pokemon, he helps deal with ecological problems, he even arrests pokemon poachers. It's got all the bang for its buck of Gil being a protector and a fighter. They absolutely adore each other, Gil for Thena's absolute scary proficiency in battling and Thena for Gil's love and conservation of pokemon. >:D

"Gil!"

"Thena!" he waved, able to spot her from a mile away. He grunted as Dragonite started a descent maybe way, way too quick. "Whoa, buddy, I wanna see her too, but you've gotta slow down. Dragonite--Dragonite, please, pal, slow down! Slow-!"

Thena laughed as Dragonite swooped in, picking her up in its arms and hugging her gleefully. She liked to act like she was annoyed by it, but she never put up much of a fight when it happened. "Hi, Dragonite, I missed you too."

"Buddy, you're killin' me back here."

"Gil!" Thena gasped as he, letting go of the safety harness between Dragonite's wings, slid down the curve of his tail and dropped to the ground. She kicked her legs to be let down, crouching beside him. "Are you okay?"

He picked himself up, fixing his hat and then letting out the straps of his backpack, setting it beside him. "It was quite a morning."

Thena took a seat next to him on the cliff overlooking the valley tucked between mountain peaks. "Poachers?"

"Yes and no," Gil frowned, pulling out some supplies from his bag. "We seem to have cleared them from the area, but there are still a lot of repercussions we're seeing. Tauros are displaced, there are wild Hydreigon fighting with Tyranitar in the caves. They really did a number on the ecosystems."

Thena sighed. She had heard all about the poachers from Gil, as well as some of the other rangers stationed in the area. She had even joined him on a few missions to arrest them. But he was right, the wild pokemon population wasn't going to recover in a day.

"That's how I found this little guy," Gil announced, pulling open his pack and unveiling a large head with even larger ears. "Come on out, bud, it's okay."

"Teddi?"

"This is my friend Thena," Gil smiled, fishing the young Teddiursa out of his pack and holding the little guy in his hands. "We found him among the rubble of a landslide. Probably got separated from the rest of the pack after that huge Rhydon battle in the north caverns."

"Poor thing," Thena frowned. She tilted her head at the little bear pokemon. It tilted its head right back at her, toddling its way over to her. She watched it carefully, until it leaned against her arm, latching on with a fierceness. "Hello."

"Ursa?" it looked up at her, eyes all wide.

She used her other hand to ruffle the fur between its ears. She looked up at Gil, who had the same sappy look on his face he always got when he was rescuing a pokemon. "Looks like you when you first hatched Dragonite."

"He likes you," Gil beamed, utterly enchanted to see the little bear clinging to Thena. It was a marked improvement from trembling in fear inside his backpack all morning. He pulled open one of the bottles filled with vitamins, "come on, little guy."

The young pokemon turned its face further into Thena's arm, burying its cold, wet nose against her.

Gil sighed. This had been the struggle earlier too, "buddy, it's good for you. You have to eat."

"Teddiursa!"

Thena let out a faint laugh. It was so cute to watch Gil argue with a literal baby. But this was what made him such a great ranger--his ability to work that charm he had with everyone, from people to pokemon; from a baby Teddiursa to the biggest, meanest Salamence. "Come on, maybe he'll eat inside."

"Dragonite," Gil stood, "will you go back to base camp and tell the others I'm working on the Teddiursa situation?"

The orange dragon saluted his paw(?) to his head and nodded. He waved at Thena before taking off again.

Gil followed Thena back to her cozy little house she had on the cliffside. "I really don't know who he thinks hatched him, me or you."

"It was a joint effort," Thena laughed. Really, it had been Gil who had taken such amazing care of the egg. Thena had been there when the Dratini hatched, but it was undoubtedly Gil to whom the dragon was bonded immediately.

Gil sighed as soon as he stepped into the cabin home. It smelled like Thena--and a few of her pokemon, of course. "Hey, guys!"

"Everyone, this is Teddiursa," Thena introduced properly, speaking softly with the little bear held in her arms. It looked around the room nervously before burying its face against her again. "Gil rescued him just this morning, so he's a bit nervous."

"Gallade?"

"I don't know," Thena looked up at her battle partner. He stood off the couch, leaning over her shoulder to look at the little bundle of fur. "As long as he needs to."

Ninetales sniffed over to them, letting its psychic energy draw what conclusions it needed.

"There's my girl," Gil greeted the fox pokemon with a bright smile. She bounded over to him, happily letting him run his hands over her fur. He had rescued her back as a vulpix. It had been the fire type's desire to battle that made her such a good match for Thena, he'd found as he'd nursed her back to health. "Your fur's so shiny! Someone's been using the zinc supplements I recommended."

Thena rolled her eyes at them. "Yes, I continue to spoil her by your recommendation, against my better judgement."

Gil snorted at that. As if Thena didn't take the best care of her pokemon he'd ever seen in a pro trainer. She could easily be part of the league, maybe even Champion class. But she kept insisting she had no desire to be confined to the plateau day in and day out as an Elite 4 or the like. And being free to roam Victory Road did suit her more.

"Froslass?"

"Hello again," Gil greeted the newest to Thena's team, taking off his hat for the lady. She had actually kidnapped him into an ice cave, thinking his soul was ripe for the plucking when she found him.

It was Thena who had come to his rescue, fighting Froslass off with Ninetales. It had been so impressed with her that it had excitedly asked to join her team, although Thena made a point of telling her that she would no longer be bringing 'handsome men' off the mountain with her.

"Froslass," Thena turned to her ghost with a stern voice. She was entirely aware of the phantom's fondness for Gil. "Leave him be."

"Ah, she's okay," Gil waved off, enjoying the bright smile he got from the ice/ghost in return. He had always thought a ghost type would suit Thena, it was just a question of which one. And she and Froslass both had a certain pretty quality to them.

"Come on," Thena said softly, the little bear still trembling in her arms. She reached into the cupboard, pulling out a basket of berries. She turned, "is this okay for him to eat?"

"Oran should be fine," Gil advised, walking right over to her, leaning against the counter and touching a hand to her back. "I didn't want to give him anything sweeter than a sitrus in case he'd been gorging on them in the woods."

"That's true," Thena murmured. She shifted Teddiursa against her, pushing one of the supplements into the core of the berry. It reached out its paws, claws extending for the fruit. She drew it back, "ah! Medicine and all."

It pouted at her, "teddi..."

"Medicine," she pressed, holding the oran as tightly as a pokeball. "Or no berry."

The little bear huffed, but nodded. Its face brightened instantaneously as soon as the oran berry was in its paws. "Teddiursa!"

Thena smiled as the little thing gobbled up the berry, vitamin mix included. "He is kind of sweet."

"Ace trainer Thena, all soft eyed over a cute pokemon?" Gil chuckled, bumping his hip against hers ever so gently. "Never thought I'd see the day."

Thena just rolled her eyes at him, watching the little pokemon stuff its face. She reached up, brushing some stray crumbs out of the fur of its muzzle.

Gil was looking at Thena.

Gallade was looking at both of them, thoroughly unimpressed. But he was used to this with his trainer, thickheaded as she was. If it wasn't a pokemon battle, she wasn't going to understand it any time soon. "Lade."

"Nine," his comrade shared in his plight, settling herself on her bed by the fireplace.

"Hey," Gil said softly, now that Teddiursa was done with his meal. "I should go."

"Okay," Thena nodded, trying not to look too disappointed to learn he had to return to duty. She had almost forgotten it in the quiet moment of them in her kitchen. She looked up, just now realising how close they had gotten while watching over his rescue. She looked down again, hoping her elevated heart rate wouldn't startle the little cub.

"Teddi?"

"Come on, buddy," Gil extended his arms, ready for it to be transferred from Thena's arms to his. "Let's get you back to the ranger centre."

"Teddi!"

They both blinked at the little bear, crossing his paws indignantly. Thena looked at Gil. He shook his head. "Come on, pal, there's a pokemon centre--we'll get you all healed up."

"Teddi!"

"Sweetheart," Thena joined in with a stern tone, trying to physically deposit the cub into Gil's hands. It clung to her forearm. "Don't you want to see the rest of your pack? The Chansey and Audino will heal you and then you can go be in the wild. Won't that be fun?"

"Teddiursa!" it protested loudly, clinging to Thena with all its little might. Gil let go of its belly and it curled its legs around her wrist as well.

Thena looked at the bear, attached to her arm like a Komala to its birth tree. She turned to Gil, holding out a hand.

"Uh," Gil put his hat back on, eyeing the distressed pokemon with a chuckle. "I'm gonna be honest, we usually try not to force it, in situations like these."

"What do you mean, situations like these?!" Thena whispered/hissed as Teddiursa began inching up her arm like a tree branch. "You encounter this often?"

He laughed, which Thena visibly didn't appreciate. But it was so cute! "Well, no, but come on. The little guy just misses his mom, and you were the one to feed him."

"You were the one who carried him around all morning," she protested. Although, like with Dragonite, she didn't exactly force the little bear away from her either.

"And clearly it didn't bond to me at all," Gil shrugged. Part of being a ranger was knowing which battles could be 'won' and which needed a different approach. "Look, I'll check in tonight again, okay? If he hasn't detached by then, you might just...have a new pokemon."

Thena sighed, although she had to admit, she couldn't bear the thought of trying to rip the little cub off her arm anymore than Gil - with his big, soft heart - could. She looked at it, and, as if sensing her gaze, it looked back at her.

"Teddi?" His eyes were big as saucers, glassy and pleading not to be taken away.

Thena sighed. She looked at Gallade, sitting on the couch and watching tv. "What do you think?"

"Gal-Gallade," it waved its hand at her. If the cub was that attached to her, why upset it? He wasn't going to have a problem with it, nor would Ninetales.

"Froslass!" the ghost pokemon materialised just to smile down at the little cub, who laughed as she disappeared again.

Thena withered. Even her antisocial ghost was onboard. She looked down at the cub. "Fine, you can stay. But this behaviour is not going to be sticking around. Do you understand that?"

"Teddiursa!" The little bear lifted its paws in celebration, only to latch onto her neck in a full embrace.

Thena sighed, letting it rub its fur against her cheek. "I suppose I have a Teddiursa now?"

Gil snapped a quick pic. "That's so cute."

"Gil!"

"Okay," he waved, settling his bag on his back again, "I'll see you tonight!"

Teddiursa waved, happily clinging to Thena's shoulder as Gil closed the door behind him.

#Is this asking for a fic?#no #am I writing one #yes #I know no one cares #but by god #I am going to write my silly little pokemon story #and you do not have to read it because that is your choice!#but if you do then thanks for being here #Thenamesh Pokemon AU #yeah you heard me #how could I not have thought of Gil as a ranger?#it makes pERFECT SENSE #also Thena is this super hardcore ace trainer #also Thena #holds one 1 teddiursa #Thena I am a mother now #she and Gil have joint custody of this little baby #yes they release him to the wild #his parents have already migrated #so he just #decides Thena is his mom now #and she's constantly telling Gil to visit her more often #y'know for Teddi #and even when he gets stronger and is like I wanna battle!#she's like no sweetie you sit on the sidelines with kirlia #I could go into heavy detail #and I will!#Thenamesh AU #Anon you and I are soulmates now I don't make the rules

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nowandevermore · 2 years

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Now that In the In-Between is complete, I am wanting to post more content about the next fic in the series — God in the Midst.

Ash, Goh, and Gary will be traveling to the Orange Islands, and I'm going to be expanding more onto the lore in Gen 2. I created a backstory to the gods in the world of Pokémon in Answers Buried in Time, which will also be expanded upon in this next fic as well.

While one main storyline has been finished, a new adventure is starting. I'm excited to get more into this fic over the next while to get it posted. I am extremely slow at answering asks, but please send any questions you have about God in the Midst — or about any of the other fics in the series: Secrets of the Fiore Temple, Answers Buried in Time, and In the In-Between.

See you soon with snippets!

#anipoke #pokeani #pokemon journeys #satogou #ash x goh #firstfriendshipping #ash ketchum #goh #gary oak #pokemon rangers #ranger and the series #had wanted the orange islands revealed in itib before talking much about gim #i also have a fakemon created for this fic #it my baby

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tokimaeki · 8 months

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surprise! I'm writing another vatonageshipping fic for halloween (and also because I'm hyperfixating a lot)

Gonna do my best to upload every week!!

#fic #shadows of almia #vatonageshipping #pokemon ranger #pokemon

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grovylethegreat · 1 year

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Torn between reading, writing, drawing, or playing...

#this is all about pokemon ranger #i wanna read a fic #but i also want to write about the wiimote cargo ship incident #but i want to finish drawing the sign guardian #annnd lets not forget i am in the middle of preparing for the ranger cup

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kaen-ace-of-diamonds · 1 year

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Hexad

Word Count: 3000+ (oneshot)

[AO3]

Genre: Friendship/Crime

Characters: Ice, Heath, Lavana, their Pokemon

Summary: After fleeing Altru Tower, Ice, Heath, and Lavana rush to escape Almia amid the chaos caused by the Incredible Machine's activation. However, in order to make a clean getaway, they'll all have to make amends with the starter Pokemon they've neglected in favor of their criminal careers.

Written for the @captureonzine

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Ice had never considered himself a bad guy. Criminal, definitely. Not nice, sure. But not a bad guy.

Lavana was self-important and more than a little sadistic. Heath, reckless and shortsighted, had never matured much past adolescence. Ice himself was pragmatic more than anything else. At least, that was how Ice had always viewed the Sinis Trio.

Joining Team Dim Sun had been just another practical decision. If someone was going to dominate the world, of course he wanted to do whatever he could to not only be on their side, but be top dog in their ranks. Anybody would want the same thing, and anybody with some backbone would try it.

How could he have foreseen this?

The Incredible Machine should have lived up to its name: granting them all control over the world’s Pokémon, the likes of which nobody had ever imagined. Likewise, Ice had never had a problem with Gigaremos: it just wasn’t efficient to capture, bond with, and train so many Pokémon. So he had traded his Pokéballs for laptops and...heavy little mailbox-coffeemaker-vacuum cleaner looking things.

It was nothing personal. Someone, however, clearly thought otherwise.

“Agh, come on!”

Those black eyes narrowed resentfully at him, before dissolving back into red film and retreating back into the Pokéball.

Okay, maybe trade hadn’t been quite the right word. He’d released his traditionally captured Pokémon upon joining, but of course he’d kept his starter, his partner, through it all, even if he didn’t show her off to his coworkers. Her Pokéball had been tucked protectively into an inside pocket of his coat since the beginning, but that show of loyalty didn’t appear to be enough for her.

“Forget it, Ice!” yelled Lavana, ducking behind Heath as his fist connected with the jaw of a wild Machoke that was trying in a mad rage to pummel them. “We need to go, if you want to hold us back we’ll leave you behind!”

Ice was sure. Fortunately, this was why he was the brains of this outfit.

“Yeah, good luck starting my boat without my keys.” Before Heath could decide that it would be easier to just tear his arms off and take the key, Ice repocketed the Pokéball and bolted through the forest after them. “The dock is this way, let’s move.”

He wondered if this was what it felt like to be a Pokémon under the thrall of a Gigaremo. There was a buzz in the air, a shakiness between his skull and his brain, that made him want to either tear his own head off or punch someone else’s in. No wonder it had made it so easy to sic Pokémon on anyone they pleased: he began to think he’d do anything, obey any command, if only it would relieve this awful feeling in his head.

Without realizing it until it was done, he smacked aside a shrieking Joltik leaping at his face, shuddering at the electric shock it sent through his bones. It would be better once they weren’t out in the open anymore. It had to be.

“There! Go through the bushes, the thick ones on the right! There’s a cave, and we can take the tunnels to the dock!”

Both Heath and Lavana yelled assent, and veered right...into a pile of rocks.

“Ice!” Lavana shrieked, and several Pokémon in the distance shrieked along with her. “Are you screwing with us!”

Ice ground his teeth, looking up at the bellowing Bastiodon knocking rocks around on the mountain ledges. “No. But they might be.”

Heath didn’t waste time squabbling. Upon seeing the boulders blocking their way, he grounded himself in a fighting stance, pulled back one huge fist, and threw his whole body into slamming it into a load-bearing rock near the bottom of the pile. For a moment, Ice was relieved to see his strength.

And that relief evaporated when Heath’s punch only put a shallow crack in the stone, instead of breaking it.

Both he and Lavana let out noises of frustration, but Heath only looked quizzically at his own hands.

“Hmm...is not working. Think I will need stronger fists.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” Ice and Lavana said together.

“Good, you agree.”

As his teammate had no pockets in his outfit, Ice wasn’t sure where he could possibly produce a Pokéball from, but produce one Heath did.

“...Oh,” said Ice, intelligently. “So you kept yours too?”

“Of course! Everything I learn about strength, I learn from partner.” Heath rubbed the Pokéball like a genie’s lamp. “I just hope he forgive me for neglect, yeah? Go!”

Heath tossed the Pokéball, and from it burst the last thing Ice had expected.

Well, maybe not the last thing. But an Electric-type wasn’t what he thought Heath would be keeping so close to him.

Lavana looked supremely unimpressed. “A Plusle? Really?”

Heath scratched the little Pokémon between its long red ears, smiling as it squeaked affectionately. “He does not look like much, I know. But he gets through much to be where he is today. He...what is play quote? ‘Though he be but little, he is fierce.’”

Ice swallowed a sigh. “All right. How about you prove it to us?”

“Of course!” Heath bellowed, striking a pose that his Plusle immediately copied. Their show was cut short when a powerful rumbling of the earth made them stumble. All four looked up to the top of the Incredible Machine, and could just make out a white-topped black figure, standing out even against the darkness.

“...Maybe not time to show off. Plusle! Thunder!”

Plusle shrilled assent, and raised its stubby arms. “Pluuuuuu-SLE!”

Ice could smell the static in the air and see Lavana’s hair start to frizz, just before a wicked thunderbolt split the sky and, fortunately, the boulders, too. The stone shattered like glass, and Heath bellowed triumphantly, Plusle shrilling along with him.

“Yes! We still got it, little buddy!”

“Plusle! Plusle!”

Lavana was already tugging on Ice’s sleeve. “Great, wonderful, we can celebrate later, when—”

A blast of sound and malice shook the sky and nearly knocked all four of them off their feet. Ice thought he recognized the silhouette of the Pokémon enveloped in the roiling storm clouds, and he truly, deeply hoped that he was wrong about it. From the looks on Heath and Lavana’s faces, he got the impression that he wasn’t.

“—if we make it out of here,” Lavana amended as they ducked into the mouth of the cave.

It was darker than dark in here, enough to give Ice the impression that if he just reached out and grabbed, he would be holding a fistful of crushed-velvet black. He knew that he knew the way, but guiding his teammates now was more difficult. Usually there was a Pikachu or an Electabuzz he could grab to light his way...

In their stead, Heath’s Plusle was on the job; it darted through their legs to take the lead, letting off Flash after Flash, and Ice immediately saw that there were pros and cons to this:

Pro: they were more than bright enough to light the way forward, and Ice knew he could take it from there.

Con: they were also bright enough to reveal all the Zubat and Sandshrew darting out of crevices and dropping off the ceiling and gunning for them.

Sure, they were small Pokémon, not much of a problem on their own, but a whole horde of them? And Incredible Machine-crazed, to boot? Yeah, this was trouble.

Heath skidded to a stop to command Plusle, calling directions and attacks with every Flash. But while they were busy with Quick Attacks and Thunder Waves, their progression through the cave system had slowed to a crawl. Ice had a brief fantasy of the Pokéball in his coat pocket springing open and its inhabitant leaping to defend him, but it remained stubbornly shut.

Lavana, it seemed, was taking a more proactive approach. One Flash, she was fishing around at the base of her ponytail; the next, she was fixing a Pokéball in her palm with as intimidating a glare as she could.

“Listen, you might be mad at me, but this is more important, all right?”

She tossed the ball to the ground, and when it popped open, out came a sleek and shimmering Ninetales in a graceful pouring of light. Ice couldn’t get a clear look at its face, but its disdain was palpable.

“Don’t give me that. I haven’t made you do anything you didn’t want to, have I? I just need you to light up a little fire so we can get out of this stupid cave, all right?”

She received a spiteful hiss and flourish of tails in her face in response.

“Oh, come on! I’m sorry that I made you stay in your Pokéball for so long, and that I didn’t listen when you tried to tell me Dim Sun was bad news, and that none of their Pokémon food was up to your standards! There, is that enough for you?”

Ninetales sat down and turned its long nose even higher up in the air, even closing its eyes to pretend its Trainer and her predicament didn’t exist.

Lavana stomped her foot in frustration. “Ugh! You’re ridiculous! I don’t know why I even kept you around!”

Ice, finishing up spraying a shrieking Zubat in the face with Repel, took a second to give her a flat look. “Don’t suppose you’ve got any more cooperative Pokémon?”

“Like you and your giant kiddie float can talk! Listen, Ninetales, I...” Lavana huffed and rapidly tapped her foot in a way that most would call irritable, but that Ice recognized as nervous. “If you don’t want to help me, fine, but...would you do it for my teammate’s Plusle over there?”

Ninetales opened its eyes, casting a supercilious glance over its shoulder.

“Yeah, look at it, all tiny and pathetic over there. How long is it supposed to keep this up? Are you really just going to sit there and let it do this all by itself?”

A thoughtful hint of a growl bubbled up from Ninetales’ throat. It considered Lavana’s plea, considered the way Plusle was starting to pant, considered Ice, who was now trying half-blindly to kick an attacking Sandshrew in the face. Fortunately for all of them, it didn’t take very long for it to come to a decision.

A fierce howl reverberated around the cave, and in the blink of an eye it was all awash in pinwheels of fire. Ninetales made short work of the smaller Pokémon nearby, and then lit a smaller, brighter flame, suspending it in the air above its snout like a lantern.

“Attagirl!” crowed Lavana, as they all surged forward again. “Just keep running, we know exactly where we’re going! Ice, tell her where we’re going!”

Ice rolled his eyes, but shared the lead with the Pokémon lighting their way, calling out the directions he had memorized as if he were driving a sled. Down, down, right, left, left, right, hard right, all the way down, and a slight left...

All the while the fire at Ninetales’ paws and Plusle’s electrified little body viciously smacking anything that moved kept their attackers at bay. When they finally burst out of the caves and onto the little crescent of wet sand that Ice had kept prepared for just such an occasion, the freezing night air lashing their skins and the scent of saltwater rushing up their noses. Both Pokémon’s tails flashed burning white, and they shot up in the air to knock the rocks above the opening down, filling up the exit so no human or Pokémon could follow them.

A bit preemptive, but Ice didn’t care: their ride out of Almia was right here. A modest white motorboat, more than big enough for three in his opinion, tied at the end of a short and creaky dock. He liked it well enough, though his teammates seemed to have misgivings.

“Is...so little,” Heath observed, rubbing his chin.

Lavana quirked an eyebrow, and it seemed to Ice that her Ninetales was somehow doing the same. “Are you sure it can get us all the way to the next region?”

“If you’d prefer to swim, be my guest,” said Ice, loping across the beach and down the dock. The boat swayed back and forth when he jumped into it, but it still held strong. “But as soon as I get it running, it’s going, so you better be on it if you want out the easy way.”

He didn’t look behind him as he made for the driver’s seat, but he was pleased to hear both of them and their Pokémon scrambling onboard. He fished the key out of his pants pocket, rammed it into the ignition, and turned it, eagerly awaiting the deep roar of the engine.

Krrrr-errr-err-ru-rur.

Ice’s mouth twisted, and he turned the key again with more vehemence than was really necessary. More puttering and clanking, and the boat still wouldn’t come to life.

His teammates, surprisingly, had the grace to keep quiet as he leapt from the boat. He didn’t miss their judgmental looks, though, as he sloshed through knee-deep water.

It didn’t make sense. No damage to the sides or bottom of the boat that he could see, the motor seemed to be all right, and in any case he had double checked the whole thing just a few days ago, preparing for the Incredible Machine’s activation and all the ways it could (and did) backfire. And yet the boat was inexplicably dead, their hopes of escape dashed just when they had come within reach. Just their luck — just their rotten, awful luck!

Ice swore louder and longer than he ever had in his life, his fist slamming against the side of the boat hard enough to dent it. And what did it matter, anyway? They were screwed, so much more than he had ever intended. He could barely hear the distant blasts in the sky over the scarlet roar of rage in his head.

Heath blinked in surprise, and Lavana just stared: neither of them had seen their leader lose his composure like this before. Even after his faltering on Altru Tower, after that stupid Ranger kid had blundered his way into another victory, he hadn’t betrayed anywhere near so much real emotion.

Ice breathed hard and slow through his nose, scraped knuckles still pressed against the side of the boat: the useless hunk of junk, he figured he ought to call it now.

“...Sorry, guys,” he growled through clenched teeth. “I don’t know what I overlooked, but...I don’t think we’re getting out of Almia tonight.”

The two glanced at each other — Heath’s Plusle chittering in distress on his shoulder — before Lavana spoke, hesitant for maybe the first time in her life.

“That’s, uh...that’s okay, Ice. But if it’s all the same to you, then...maybe it’s time to try the kiddie float?”

Ice snorted. “Even if that wasn’t the dumbest way possible to bring that up, she wouldn’t listen to me, anyway. Didn’t you see her, back in the forest? She hates me, just like your Ninetales can’t stand you.”

Lavana bit her lip and glanced at the floor of the boat, Ninetales looking almost surprised. Heath put a hand on her shoulder, his fingers thick enough to cover half her upper arm too.

“Ice, might be worth a try. Your starter, correct? Such a special bond, not easily broken.”

Ice couldn’t outright deny it. In the world of Pokémon Trainers, that was as basic a fact as the color of the sky.

“...Fine. But don’t get your hopes up.”

Reluctantly, he took the Pokéball from his coat and threw it into the water.

People sang praises of Lapras’ mild temperament and human-level intelligence, thinking that the former meant that it was universally friendly and forgetting that the latter rendered it capable of anger and grudges beyond that of the average Pokémon. Ice, certainly, was more intimidated by his partner’s glare than he would be by any human.

“...Hey. I...guess you heard about our problem?”

Lapras, floating on the shallow waves, looked back at him cold and unperturbed. He was going to need to do better than that.

“Ah...yeah. I know I screwed up, I know I shouldn’t have left you out. We’re partners: we always have been, and...we always should be. So I promise that I won’t let things get so out of hand again, and that I’ll include you in everything from now on like I should.”

Ice waded the distance between them. Lapras’ glare didn’t soften, but she allowed him to lay his hand on her nose just like always. The thick hide was cold and clammy, but familiar enough to be comforting instead of unsettling.

Always, it brought back the blurry hours of his childhood, splashing through the gray shallows of the lake, trying to catch up with her enough to grab a flipper. Back before he had realized how small and powerless he really was. Before he had hardened and become Ice.

“You’ve got to know I’m not so bad a guy that I’d forget you, right?”

Lapras eyed him harshly for another painfully long moment. The next moment, though, water was splashing up his stomach and there was a hard, damp head nuzzling his chest and face. Ice couldn’t remember the last time he had smiled, but he sure was smiling now.

“...I missed you, too.”

~0~

Much faster than the motorboat, Ice thought, even if it was a bit of a tight squeeze.

Shooting off across the open ocean, they watched the dark mass that was Almia grow smaller and smaller. Through the smoky clouds, Ice thought he could see flashing lights, but didn’t give much thought to what they could be. His only priority was whatever waited for them on the far shore.

He felt quite sure that they would be sticking together, at least for now. His teammates were tucked between the knobs of Lapras’ shell: Heath was stroking Plusle’s ears to soothe them both, and Lavana sat with her knees tucked up to her chest. Ninetales laid with its rear to its Trainer, but was allowing Lavana to tentatively pet a tail.

As for Ice, he laid back against the back of Lapras’ long neck, stroking its side with the backs of his fingers. Soon, Team Dim Sun would be nothing more than a misstep in their past. Whatever they did next in their team of six, he was sure it would be worlds better.

#i had this fic in mind for twelve solid years and this zine FINALLY gave me motivation to write it #pokemon ranger #shadows of almia #kaen's fics

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svenssvong · 1 year

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Murph's Favour

One shot Billy x Murph Implied Smut Billy gives Murph an offer he can't resist!

"Hey fat boy."

Murph spun around, seeing a figure in a long coat with pink trim and a bowed head standing behind him. "Uhhh.... Can I help you...?"

"Oh certainly."

Murph gulped. He'd heard stories about public restrooms many a time, but he thought they'd all stopped happening in the 80's. Guess he was wrong.

The figure took a step forward, and Murph immediately recognised him as the lead guitarist from that shitty Fiori pop-rock group who'd tried to take down the Ranger Union that one time. "You see, I've had my eyes on you for a while now. Ever since I saw you in the crowd at our concert I've been pining. Fantasising. Dreaming about what I would do to you if given the chance. But I could never-"

"I'm not bent." Murph blurted.

That didn't seem to deter him. Not that Murph thought it would, but it was worth the shot. "Are you not? What a pity. I thought you might want this...."

He reached into the guitar case he was carrying, pulling out not a guitar, but a long... thing wrapped in brown paper. Murph couldn't tell what it was, but the length and girth certainly weren't calming his nerves. "Y-you keep it, I don't want it."

"Why, I haven't even unwrapped it yet. Be patient!"

He ripped the paper off with a flourish. Murph's eyes widened.

"I-is that-"

"It's exactly what you think it is."

Murph could only stare at the figurine in the man's hand. He never thought he'd see it outside of online listings, where all he could do was fantasise about one day adding her to his collection. A sliver of drool escaped his lips. "Tha-that's-"

"Your precious waifu, I know. I must confess, I have been... following you online for quite some time now. And I know just how badly you've been yearning for one of these."

Murph immediately wrestled the figurine from the man's grasp, vaguely aware of the $80 price tag. "Where did you get this? It's only available in Kanto!"

"I have my ways." The man seized the figure back. "You want her, I take it?"

"Yes. I do." Murph gulped. "What do you want?"

The man's eyes flashed. "A handjob. That is all."

Murph looked up from the needlessly perk plastic titties in front of him. "That's all?"

"Well, I don't expect you to do it dressed like... that." He reached back into the guitar case, pulling out a purple shirt, a trenchcoat, a spiked dog collar, and a white wig. "Wear this while you're doing it and she's all yours."

Murph eyed the clothes with suspicion. They were pretty crumpled, and even from a distance he could tell they absolutely stank. "Why?"

"You want your waifu figurine?" Murph nodded feverishly. "Just do it. Don't ask any questions."

#yet another fic that's been languishing in my drafts since last year lmao #pokemon ranger #ranger one

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kaiju-emperor · 1 year

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Writing Commission Info

I have not been able to find regular work and probably won’t for a bit yet. So, I need a way to get some cash, especially cause things around my household have been a bit rough as of late.

Going prices

Minimum payment of 20$ dollars which will get you 1500 words. Any less than that and its not worth my time.

After the initial 20$ its another 1$ for every 100 words. I will charge an extra 5 dollars for anything past 5000 words in addition to my 1$ per 100 words.

Once we have determined a word count and price I will ask for at least half of the cost up front and the other half upon completion.

I will write fanfic or anything with your OCs. I will also write NSFW/smut material as long as it doesn't involve incest, underage characters, rape, and the like. Here’s a short list of fandoms I have written for, or will write for without much problem.

Digimon

Sonic The Hedgehog

Fate

Owl House

Amphibia

Duckverse stuff

One Piece

Dungeons And Dragons

Pokemon

Godzilla

She-Ra

Power Rangers

Dragon Ball

Legend Of Zelda

Street Fighter

If a fandom isn’t listed just ask, and if I’m familiar with it we might be able to work something out. If you want to discuss a commission, here are some writing examples to see if I’m right for you or if you like my style. If you are interested send me an ask or pm me here. You can also reach me at my twitter @Kaiju_emperor

Writing examples

My A03

My FA (nsfw)

And my oldest fic but longest which is on FF

Digimon Saga

#commission #commission info #writing #writing commissions #digimon #pokemon #She Ra #Dragon Ball Z #Owl House #TOH #sth #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #legend of zelda #Dungeons and Dragons #dnd

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nell0-0 · 1 year

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With your thoughts on evil Emmet, what about the opposite? Where Emmet takes his lost and while still wanting to find him(or I seen some version where he is in the acceptance phase) takes up a bigger position to both do so and to not let this happen to others. I seen some where he joins the police interpol or even one where he becomes mayor, but I think my favorites are when he decides to become Unova’s Champion.

I think that fits more align with his character than just “he becomes evil out of grief” since both his fights in games and Masters show he does really care about the people around him. He also has his line about loving winning more than anything, basically confirmed to be champion leveled, and his theme in the original was Alder’s theme. If there was ever a Black and White 3 or Emmet’s character were to get big development, I think something like that fit better and be more interesting than another evil trope. But what do you think?

(Also as an autistic person, thank you for touching on ableism, even for a moment)

So valid, anon! You've basically described my favorite route for Emmet after Ingo disappeared. He has the skill, the charisma, the pokemon and he definitely has the motivation. Not only would becoming champion give him a bigger reach in his search for Ingo, it would also be a way to come to terms with what happened. The changes.

I say out with the villain trope and in with the character growth. Let Emmet be inherently kind and nice!

I don't know how familiar you are with some of my previous content, but I've gone with this route before. There's my take for this in the pokemon ranger Ingo au where Emmet becomes Champion of Unova while still maintaining his title as Subway Boss (using different teams for each so it's not the same for the challengers), and also as part of the context in this reunion fic.

#asks #subway boss emmet #emmet #my art #submas au #pokemon ranger ingo au #champion emmet #f ableism fr fr #doesn't matter if you're neurodivergent or neurotypical. Ableism is a thing that shouldn't be. have some human decency omg #only thing we can do is be aware of it and try to be better day by day #tbh idk if I'm autistic or not myself but heck it. why should that change how someone's treated :(#i heavily dislike it

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elite-amarys · 5 months

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Hello. My name is Amarys, and I am a student at Blueberry Academy in Unova. I am also a member of our school's Elite Four. As you will be able to see from my team, I prefer steel type pokemon. I look forward to expanding my knowledge with you all.

Trainer Card:

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((ooc under the cut))

Hello hello! It's Robby, mod of @paldean-ranger-brandy and others. I adore Amarys, and her personality is pretty much the exact personality I assigned to my main character while playing through the game (right down to the colour scheme!)

There will be DLC spoilers ahead, and all posts will be tagged with "pkmn irl". I also am operating on the headcanon that she's related to Lenora (I mean look at her) but I'm not leaning too heavily into it, since nothing has been mentioned in canon.

Amarys is a teen, so no NSFW whatsoever for this one. Also no magic anons or legendary pokemon please. Sapient pokemon are allowed to interact. Pelipper mail/malice is OFF.

Effort Post Links

Sometimes I get a nice juicy ask that lets me spill a whole bunch about my headcanons for this world, which I like to make easily accessible for you AND me to refer back to you. Also sometimes I post lil fics. These will be linked here.

Precise Confrontation - a short fic about Amarys confronting an online bully.

Environmental Management of the Terrarium

Blueberry Academy and Student-Led Learning

Amarys and Carmine sitting in a tree~ - thread where Amarys and Carmine agree to start dating. An incredibly fun thread with the wonderful @ribesrubrum ☺️

BB League Ranking System

BBA Student Council Positions

Beldum Evolution Training

Also, a Christmas ficlet written by @/the-drayster that is SO GOOD and you should read.

#pkmn irl #intro post

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cottagecorezemo · 1 month

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag @zsparz :3

1. How many works do you have on ao3? 13 (one's art, so really, 12)

2. What's your total ao3 word count? 111,676

3. What fandoms do you write for? The MCU and The Alienist, mainly, but right now I'm also doing a Pokemon AU.

4. Top five fics by kudos: Shoot Through the Blur and Under the Ashes (I'm On Fire), then Hot Under the Collar, Russian Dwarf Hamster Roulette, and finally (Been An Awful Good Boy) Santa Zemo.

5. Do you respond to comments? I do :3 I really appreciate comments and the fact that it takes time and effort to leave them.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I don't really think I do angst??

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I don't really think I do happy endings?? Like, I guess I tend not to write stuff that feels like it even has a definitive ending.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not in this fandom.

9. Do you write smut? Yes! Love to write smut.

10. Craziest crossover: I hold that my winterbaron/Lilo & Stitch crossover is very sensical.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Yes, although not in this fandom. I had a fic get yoinked and turned into a Tony Stark x Reader fic, and have been plagiarized numerous other times. Just not under this pen name.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes, waaay back in the day, like eight pen names ago.

14. All time favorite ship? Look, I wanna be cool and say Winterbaron or Laszky, buuuut it's Wincest. There's just something really enduring and special about Wincest and it's hard to beat.

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? The third installment of Shoot Through the Blur is really hard and I'm in a weird place with writing right now (in that I can barely do it). But, never say never.

16. What are your writing strengths? I don't know my strengths, only my likes and dislikes about the writing process, and characterization is what brings me the most joy personally. Nailing a character's voice and mannerisms and making something unbelievable feel believable via the characterization. It's something I generally pay a lot of attention to.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Plot. I'm not really a plot person; it's never the primary thing that grabs my attention, even as a reader/viewer. I'm very much a character person.

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language? I like it, but I have strong opinions about it too, sweatdrop.

19. First fandom you wrote in? Power Rangers, when I was a little kid. I wrote my own episode in script format.

20. Favorite fic you've written? In the WB fandom, it must surely be Russian Dwarf Hamster Roulette. It was very much a fun write. (I generally judge a fic by the writing process rather than the end product. I kinda hate my own writing. I just love to do it.) I loved writing Zemo POV. Plus for some reason people were really nice about it!!

As usual I'm where memes go to die, and I think everyone's already been tagged for this!! I'm way behind :"]

#thanks for tagging me!#20 questions for fic writers #about me

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arvensimp · 10 months

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Choose Your Own Adventure, pt. 1

As a thank you for the 1000 followers, I thought it might be fun to do a Choose Your Own Adventure fic. I've got a starting prompt below, and each part will be followed by a poll where you, the audience, will pick what happens next. Each poll will only last 24 hours, so definitely act fast if you want your voice heard!

Each part will only be 1000 words, and my intent is to keep this GN.

For now, there are no warnings.

The late afternoon sun beats heavy on your back as you ride through Socarrat Trail. Despite the lack of trainers out today (not surprising given the overwhelming heat), it remains almost inconceivably loud, with heracrosses chattering and chirring up a storm to rival the sound of a hurricane.

Your eyes expertly scan the trail and off the beaten path, going along your typical route of inspection as a ranger in the area, double checking that no one is in any sort of danger and that nothing seems terribly awry. No fires, rock slides, or crazy damage from the inevitable pokemon battles that take place. The usual.

Everything seems typical, so with a relieved sort of sigh, you round the trail to start the return trek to the ranger station on the other side of the forest, eager to get back into the blessed air conditioning.

On the way, you ride close to the rock formation that sits in the middle of the forest. Several years back, before you joined the workforce, apparently some super strong pokemon was released from a cave within the stone, and no one had seen hide nor hair of it since. Or so said all your superiors over at the station. You’re pretty sure it was all hazing tauroshit.

…Pretty sure being the operative phrase, of course. It doesn't hurt to stick close by when you can, just in case some kinda cool Pokemon ever does appear.

In just a moment, you'll see the familiar chains that apparently kept the creature confined…or behind a door…or…whatever. That part of the story always changed, but one thing remained consistent:

Out of nowhere one day, a massive cry shook the ground for miles around the area.

When the rangers went out to check on the commotion, the cave had been opened, the seal broken, and everything inside…gone. They tried to track it, but other than signs of a battle and mussed up Pokemon prints left in soft earth, there wasn't much else. Anything that had been inside was well and truly gone, scattered to the winds that carried its far reaching cry.

"Son of a BITCH!"

The sudden shout startles you from your thoughts of unknown pokemon, and you quickly make your way toward it. It came from within or nearby the cave, probably some kids from the academy searching for treasure, as some inevitably do every year. Doesn't matter how many signs your team puts up.

"DANGER: ROCK SLIDES LIKELY

CIVILIAN ACTIVITY PROHIBITED"

It's one thing for you, a trained park ranger, to idle along just off the path from the cave. You're a professional afterall. Kids, on the other hand, aren't, and they're drawn to danger like teddiursa to honey. Without real protective measures like those in place around Area Zero, you and your colleagues are left to deal with fallout and infrequent calls for an emergency taxi to take folks to the hospital.

"Hello? Socarrat Trail Park Services here!" You call toward the sound as you approach the cave. "Is anyone in need of assistance?"

"Ugh, fuck," You hear a voice softly echo through the mouth of the cave before continuing more loudly. "No! No, it's fine! No need for help, thanks!"

You continue into the cave anyway, putting on your best Official Ranger posture and tone.

"That's good to hear. However, this area is off-limits to civilians, so I have to ask that you…"

As your eyes adjust to the dim light of the cave and you realize whom you're facing, your official façade drops.

It's been years, but you saw a photo of him not too long ago online.

"Arven Sada-Turo, is that you?"

Wavy, two-toned hair which partially blocks his sight, his bits of scruffy beard, and his stocky, built form face you.

The man sighs, wiping his hand on the back of his pants.

"Yeah, yeah. That's me. Listen, I, uh…didn't realize the area was off-limits or whatever." Probably a lie. There's signage everywhere. He should've seen it. "But I'll be outta your hair soon. Didn't mean to trespass. Promise."

"Wait, Arven. …Uh." Suddenly you feel awkward. This isn't easy to ask. "Don't you recognize me?" You draw closer to the little camping set up he seems to have built for himself in the cave. "Mesagoza Academy? We graduated the same year. Not that I blame you if you don't remember, for real! Geez, what's it been? Must be coming on almost a decade, yeah?"

Arven's eye narrows a bit as you approach, not trusting you immediately. But when he's able to take in your face a little better, his face relaxes with recognition.

"Oh… Oh wow! Shit, uh…" He fumbles for a moment, but he gets your name right first try, and you nod in affirmation. "Who'd have thought we'd see each other like this, yeah?" He laughs, gesturing around him.

Your expression quirks a bit.

"Yeah… What are you doing here? Like I said, this area isn't really meant for civilians, so…"

He straightens, the single eye you can see brightening. "I was foraging. See, I'm doing research on herbs for use in my café."

You're familiar with the place. Though you've never been yourself, you know Arven's face and frame from a photo of him outside the establishment back when the place first opened.

Massive Munchies: New Café to Open, Featuring Flavors of the Titans!

The article was accompanied by a photo of your current classmate, knelt down next to his Mabosstiff, both giving huge, goofy grins. No longer was he the awkward, broody teen of your school days. He was replaced instead by the impressive form in front of you.

"Research…on herbs?" You chatot back.

"Yup! The region has a rare plant, colloquially called herba mystica. Folks think they're legend, but they're not. Just super rare. I need to find a few more; see if I can get them to propagate… Anyway, I wasn't able to find any here, so, like I said, I'll be outta here shortly."

What will you do? (link to the poll embedded in the text)

Challenge Arven to a battle as "punishment" for breaking the rules

Invite Arven on a tera raid as a potential method to find more herba mystica

Let him leave, promising to visit the café this weekend

Ask to have a picnic at his current camping set up

Ream him out for ignoring official signage

#arven fanfic #arven x reader #trainer arven #rival arven #arven pokemon #arven #pkmn arven

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softquietsteadylove · 1 year

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For Thenamesh Pokémon AU. Gil is sick but still working and caring about the Pokémon in his care (because he is sweet and he can be stubborn too).Thena visits him (not knowing he is sick) when she suddenly sees him collapsing in the middle of taking care of some Pokémon.

Looking forward for this story!<3

"Achoo!!!"

Many, many heads turned at the unbearably loud sneeze ringing out through the valley. Plenty of people turned at the sound, as well as pokemon.

Including the pokemon currently being herded by the congested pokemon ranger.

"Sorry, sorry," Gil muttered, swiping at his nose with a tissue as he continued to wave along the herd of Swinub and Piloswine mid-migration. "This way, guys. The ice caves will be a nice even temperature for you."

"Hey, boss, you sure you don't wanna take a rest?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Gil waved off, even as he felt another sneeze coming on. "We still have to get all the Miltank rounded up t-to...too...ah-CHOO!!"

"Gilgamesh!"

Both Gil and the junior ranger's backs snapped straight. The junior ranger quickly made himself scarce, leaving Gil to fend for himself as the queen of ace trainers herself walked over.

He attempted his most charming smile, "full name?"

"You deserve it," Thena frowned at him, putting her hands on her hips as she looked at him. "You're visibly sick."

"It's not bad, really," Gil tried to insist again, sliding his tablet under his arm and swiping at his nose with his tissue again. "Just a little head cold. And these herds need to move within the next few hou-"

"The wild pokemon will live, Gil, and you have other rangers who can help them," Thena huffed, happy to get in his face about it. It wasn't like there were any witnesses to it (besides the odd Swinub); the rest of his crew had all but fled at her appearance. "You should be in bed!"

"Thena, I'm fine, really!"

"You're in a t-shirt and vest!" She took the liberty of turning him and pushing him in the direction of the ranger centre. "That's like saying you have a blanket when you're really just wearing a poncho."

Gil let out a laugh; Thena was always at her funniest when she was in no mood for jokes.

"Gil!"

Thank Arceus she wasn't calling him Gilgamesh, though. Well, she could, just not if it was because she was mad at him.

"Ursa!"

"Oh, hey buddy!" Gil tried to turn around and get a look at their little cub, but Thena kept on pushing him. "Thena, I'm going, really."

"If I hadn't shown up, you would have worked through the rest of your shift, I've no doubt," she grumbled at him.

"Because we're busy!"

"If Dragonite had a cold you would never let him work a full shift, let alone outdoors at the top of the mountain!"

Okay, she had a point there. Gil sighed, giving in and walking a little more cooperatively. Thena did at least stop pushing and shoving him, although he clearly wasn't going to get away with anything as she fell in step with him. "What brought you here, anyway?"

Thena adjusted her hood, which adjusted the little bear sitting in it. "Teddi was restless at home and wanted to come see you."

"Ted!" the little Teddiursa smiled at Gil from the warm haven of Thena's coat hood, snuggled up against the back of her head.

"Aw, that's sweet," Gil grinned, ruffling the fur between Teddiursa's ears.

"Well," Thena continued, "I also wanted to see what the centre had for winter gear."

"For you?" Gil asked, immediately wondering how cold she got on a daily basis, walking around in Victory Road.

"No, for him," she let her eyes travel backward, gesturing to the Little Cub pokemon. "I'm worried about those ears getting cold when the rest of him is nice and toasty."

"I could say the same for you," Gil frowned at her as they finally reached the ranger centre and stepped inside. "If he's in your hood, that means you're not using it when you should be."

Thena crossed her arms at him. "You look even worse under the lighting in here."

Gil resisted the urge to shiver as the door opened behind them again, moving quickly away from the pokemon centre half of the main entrance and towards his office. "You're right, I should have worn my coat when I left this morning. But I'll just-"

"What you'll do," Thena followed him, "is change shifts with someone because you're in no condition to be out there."

"Thena," Gil sighed, letting her into his office ahead of him to close the door after her. "I can't just-"

Thena hadn't walked further in, but was standing right there, letting him walk his forehead directly into her palm. She held his eyes with a frown, "you're burning up."

She had a point. Gil shrugged, pulling his ball cap off and setting it on his desk.

"Gil," she said much softer, stopping him from reaching for his winter uniform hat (which was sitting on his chair, proving that he had thought about needing it and neglected it anyway). "Please?"

It was like a pin missile attack straight through the heart.

Thena looked up at him, holding his hand in hers, those green eyes putting a spell over him. "What if it were me?"

Gil froze. He was guilty, and they both knew it.

Thena walked them backwards, pulling him towards the bunk beds that were in the back of his office, the top half laden with his extra equipment. "If you came to Victory Road and I was sick, you would never let me just carry on like this."

She was right. And he was way more of a worrywart than she was. If he caught her battling while she was sick?--he wouldn't even let her finish the fight. He'd pay the losing fee and carry her out of there over his shoulder if he had to.

"You would take me back home, lecture me about how my pokemon would need me at full strength to continue my work," she raised her brows at him, at least smiling.

Gil smiled too, because he always smiled when Thena smiled at him. He didn't even notice her pulling his vest off him.

"You'd put on that stew I like," she whispered, luring him with the siren song of her warmth and her prettiness and her soft voice. "Lie me down on the couch and throw a blanket over me."

"Hm," Gil sighed, already able to imagine the comforting scent of her favourite stew mixed with the generally sweet smell of her home.

Thena switched their positions gently, easing Gil to sit on the on-call bunk. She reached behind her, pulling Teddiursa out of her hood and setting him on the floor with a whisper, "get his shoes off."

"Teddi," he nodded and dutifully set about pulling Gil's boots off (the laces would be a terrible mess of knots later).

"Just lie back, Gil," Thena soothed, easing him onto the bed and lying him down as soon as his boots were off. She pulled the blankets up over him, picking up Teddiursa and setting her little cub on top of his chest. "You make sure Papa doesn't go anywhere. I'm going to go tell the others that he's sick."

"Teddi!" he saluted her, already taking his job very seriously of weighing Gil down to keep him in bed. "Ted..."

"I'm fine, buddy, I promise," Gil smiled up at the little pokemon, patting his head again, although it didn't distract him this time. Gil sighed, dropping his head down to the pillow again and staring up at the underside of the above bunk. "I haven't slept in here for a long time."

"Ursa?"

"Mm, well I usually just go to Th--uh, Mama's house," Gil chuckled, and then had to cough a little. He sniffled and cleared his throat. "Before and after my shifts--and then I'll go home for a little and get right back to it."

"Teddiursra?" the little cub leaned in, having had no idea Gil had a house of his own.

"Oh, uh, yeah, I do," Gil blinked at the little bear through their conversation. "I don't go there a lot anymore, I guess. I'm usually just working, or with Thena. I mostly go to shower, change my clothes. If I'm getting off a couple really long shifts, I'll go back there to sleep."

"Teddi," the pokemon nodded, glad to hear at least that Gil did - on occasion - rest after he was done working. "Teddiursa?"

"No, it's not hard," Gil yawned and then coughed faintly again. "I love my job. I love taking care of pokemon like you!"

"Teddiursa!" the bear cub giggled as his belly was tickled.

"And times when I can really help them, like when I brought you to Thena," Gil sighed blissfully, sliding his hand behind his head on the pillow, "make it all worth it."

"Teddi?"

"Huh," Gil opened his eyes again, still somewhat shocked to find himself on his bunk in his office instead of on Thena's couch. "I guess I never really thought about it."

"Ted," it shrugged. As far as the Little Cub pokemon knew, Gil did live with Mama, and left only for work. It had no idea Gil didn't technically 'live with them'.

"Well," Gil fidgeted with the blanket, blushing even under his fever, "it's not that simple, buddy."

"Ted?"

Why not?

"Uh," Gil stuttered again. He really didn't have the hard-hitting answers he thought he did. Gil looked up as Teddiursa's puff ball tail wiggled a little. He gave the tail a playful little jiggle, "Mama on the way back, sport?"

It nodded.

"Listen," Gil whispered, "let's keep this little discussion between us a secret, okay? Mama...has a busy job too, y'know. She has enough to worry about for now."

"Okay," Thena sighed as she came back into the office with her coat unbuttoned and three bowls of stew in hand. "Dragonite will be off in two hours, and then he'll help me carry you back to the house. Until then, you're on bed rest here--no buts!"

Gil retracted his raised finger and slipped it under the blankets again.

"Eat this," she directed firmly, although she deposited the bowl into his hands as if it were a fragile pokemon egg. "They're getting a few park rangers to help fill in for you."

Gil sat up, stirring around the stew. It wasn't the stew he made for Thena, but it was still his recipe he'd given the cafeteria staff here at the ranger centre.

He watched as Thena pulled a bottle out of her pocket, stirring in the necessary pokechow to make the stew an appropriate meal for their little cub. She even blew on it for him, bite by bite, making sure it wouldn't burn his mouth.

He remembered the little pokemon's question: why didn't he just live with them instead of having a whole place for just himself?

He didn't have an answer to that, although he certainly felt that he was looking at his family in front of him right now.

"Hey."

Thena looked over, finding Gil staring at them with that soft expression he could get. She smiled back, handing Teddiursa the spoon for his own use. She left her own bowl on his desk in favour of kneeling next to Gil's bunk. "Just a little longer. You can get a proper rest in my bed at home."

Gil blinked his bleary eyes at her as she ran a hand over his hair. That sounded perfect. And never did returning to his own apartment ever even occur to him, he realised.

Thena leaned over, pressing a kiss to his cheek, "try to get some sleep. Dragonite will be here soon."

Yes, that sounded nice, Gil mused as he rapidly lost focus of what was in front of him. He could get a little shut-eye, Dragonite would pick him up in a nice cosy hug, carry them all back to Thena's house.

Back home.

#Thenamesh Pokemon AU #I know this asked for him to collapse #but I have another #very dramatic collapsing scene in another fic #but this is still sick!fic comforting Thenamesh!#I promise!#poor Gil #the workaholic pokemon ranger extraordinaire #time waits for no man #and he has so much to do!#but Thena's right #if he ever found her sick while she was out working/training/battling #he'd be beside himself #Gil's apartment is within the valley area #where a few of the other full time ranger staff also have apartments #maybe in a tiny little apartment complex area #and he almost never goes there anymore #because why would he?#when he has a Thena and a Teddiursa and a home waiting for him?

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